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Post by Bolt. [Hessa/Zen] on Jan 8, 2009 17:34:45 GMT -5
[/Enter Hessa]
[/Enter Zen] "Shhh!"
Rustle. Rustle. Rustle.
"Cut it out!"
A young woman was making her way into the odd seafood restaurant. She was trying to look cheery and inconspicuous but was clearly distracted about something. Luckily only a couple of the tables were filled at the time so not many people would see what was happening. The girl moved hesitantly past the few guests already there, giving them all very awkward smiles as she did so. Once she felt it was about time to look where she was going, which probably should have been a second or so earlier, she picked up the pace to reach an empty table in the back corner. The girl made sure she wasn't near any windows from habit and checked to see if the table was in an unnoticeable position. It was so Hessa took a seat.
The young female made sure to sit on an outer chair so that she could use her own body as a shield for her bag. It was in the seat next to her, which was the one closer to the wall. She was aware that some people had prying eyes and would try to investigate her backpack if it continued to make such sounds-- if it continued to make any sounds. That left two more places across from her.
After making sure the green bag was settled securely on the chair next to her Hessa picked up a menu and began to scan the pages. Every bit of meat listed was related to the sea. If it wasn't seafood in this place, then it was a salad. Perfect, Hessa was in the mood for some fish.
Rustle. Rustle. Rustle.
"Hush!"
The Mokumon was moving around in her backpack, trying to undo the zipper. The girl realized that is wasn't fair to her friend to keep him in complete darkness so she nervously, after an unsure glance around the room, put the menu down and pretended to take lint or hair off of her sleeve. Doing this she was able to move her left hand down the length of her right sleeve, and at the end she reached just a little beyond to her bag and undid it just enough for the little digimon to peer out with a single, yellow eye. Then, just as nervously, she returned to her previous pose and wondered how she would give her order with Zen there. |
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Post by ♪Ryusaki Namie♪ on Jan 8, 2009 19:02:18 GMT -5
In another table, in the middle of the restaurant, sat a young teal haired girl with a rather large piece of fish in her small mouth. The girl took a couple of bites in to the piece of fish and then looked around at the few people who was in the restaurant and then cautiously dropped it into the bag with a big smile on her face. For a brief moment a very small white winged ball could be seen jumping out of the black bag, cathching the piece of fish in mid-fall.
"Namiiieee!! I want more!" Said the little ball. The girl named Namie gave a laguh before nodding her teal head.
"Okay, Puttomon just be quie-" Namie stopped talking in the middle of her sentence and pushed her little friend back into the bag, as a young woman came into view, walking towards th corner table that was in the corner of the restaurant. Her dark and light green eyes followed the girl to her seat, but darting down everytime the woman looked up. While her eyes were fixed upon this stranger a muffled sound came from bellow her hand. "OH!! Sorry, you okay?" The white digimon was being smothered by Namie's small hand while she was staring.
Puttomon blew out a small puff of air out into her face. "Namie, your digivice is beeping!!" Namie's eyes were filled with confusion as she reached inside her bag to pull out the green D-3 she always carried with her. When she finally got it out of her bag, a small grid appeared and along with that grid were two red dots that were almost right on top of each other. Now smiling, Namie stuffed both the digimon and the digivice into the black bag and picked up, walking over to the table where the mysterious woman had just sat.
As she sat down in a seat right across from the woman, Namie's smile grew only bigger. One word was all she needed to explain her prescense. "Tamer."
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Post by Bolt. [Hessa/Zen] on Jan 8, 2009 20:03:23 GMT -5
Poor Hessa was so tense from being out in public with the little creature. She was starting to regret going out for food. It was just that she wanted fish and nothing else! And it wasn't like she could just have left Zen at home because the little smoke-monster wouldn't allow it. Ever since he hatched Zen has refused to leave the female's side. He was sticking to her more than any type of superglue ever could.
While waiting for someone to come and take her order the girl attempted to look calm. She folded her hands together and rested them on the table, staring straight ahead at a wall. It hadn't occurred to her that she might look too stiff; she was only concerned with not paying too much attention to her bag. However no one seemed to take notice of the young woman, at least from what she could tell, so she started to calm down. It appeared that her tiny friend was satisfied with being able to see her with even just one eye so he was settling down too.
But then all was tense again. At that moment a younger girl who Hessa didn't recall knowing sat right across from her. The older of the two didn't move-- she didn't so much as twitch. She just stared and blinked, clearly confused. What she had said when she sat down wasn't sinking in, perhaps Hessa's brain had seized up.
What brought her out of the supposed 'brain freeze' was the sounds of her little friend beside her. He suddenly started to get really excited and began trying to widen the opening in the zipper. Upon looking down at him she could see the digimon's little flame, which burned on his little head, trying to force itself out of the opening.
"Ahh!" She quickly put her hand over the opening, forcing Zen back inside of the enclosure. The monster let out a displeased grunt but stopped struggling. Hessa didn't know how much longer he'd remain still though.
Suddenly her head snapped back to the teal-haired one across from her. Only now was her word sinking in, "Tame…er?" Her golden irises widened, "You don't mean--?" Hessa almost began rummaging through her bag for her digivice but stopped short of opening it. How could she be sure this girl was actually a tamer? She might actually be working for someone trying to expose the truth about digimon! So instead of opening her bag she gave her a very suspicious look. The expression was telling the girl to prove that she was, indeed, what she was hinting that she was. After all, Hessa didn't even know that there were other tamers.
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Post by ♪Ryusaki Namie♪ on Jan 8, 2009 22:07:54 GMT -5
Namie's curious green eyes peered over the table that seperated her from the green haired woman. From what she could kind of see, and obviously hear, she was having the same problem she was. Under her hands, another muffled sound erupted from the black bag under it. "Be quiet!" She said pressing down gently on the bag in her lap.
Before she would introduce her partner she would introduce her self. "My name is Ryusaki Namie!And this..." Unzipping the bag, Namie pulled out the little digimon known as puttomon, in plain view for her to see. "And this is my stuffed animal Puttomon. My mom made her for me." Namie had been partners with puttomon for atleast four years, as a result she knew how to handle her outside in puplic.
Leaning in over to the woman Namie covered the side of her mouth and whispered. "You know...people won't be freaked out if you say it's not real." She sat back down in her seat a smile still on her face. Puttomon was seemed to be really happy to be out of that bag; she was bouncing up and down so much that Namie had to put most of her weight on the puff ball to keep her still.
The expression this woman wore on her face was very strange indeed. Namie did not quite see how she could envoke a hint of suspision from anybody. Well, at least not from her anyways. A hand came up to scratch her teal hair as she thought of another way to verify her identity...maybe her digivice? With both hands Namie picked up puttomon and sat her on the table to go through her bag and pull out her D-3. Quickly she flashed it and put it back in the bag. A digimon was easier to pass off than some strange metal device.
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Post by Bolt. [Hessa/Zen] on Jan 9, 2009 9:12:40 GMT -5
Hessa decided that the 'stuffed animal' and the digivice was enough to convince her that this girl was definitely another digimon tamer. She had to admit that pretending that their digimon were stuffed was a really good idea. Glancing around the restaurant she noticed a few people had peered into their general direction but they didn't seem alarmed at all. In fact none of them cared if the girl had a stuffed animal with her.
She supposed that she might as well give it a try with the Mokumon. Uncertainly the young woman turned to carefully open her bag. Her intent was to lift Zen out and show Ryusaki but that didn't quite happen. Instead when the room to exit was made the little monster took the chance to float out on its own and hover right in front of the new girl. Hessa watched in horror for three seconds before throwing herself across the table to flatten her friend down to the surface, "Be still!" She hissed under her breath when she spoke.
Looking around the room, still stretched out across the table, she made eye contact with two or three people watching in some alarm. She began to laugh nervously, "There was a-- a bug! It was on the table but don't worry, I got it!" At this point Hessa was sweating a little from fear of Zen being discovered but after a few strange looks everyone went back to their business, though some stopped eating from mention of an insect in the establishment.
The seventeen-year-old sighed in relief and turned her attention back to the younger, settling herself back down in her chair with the Mokumon in her arms, "My name is Hessa Mitsuwa, and this fluffy-looking stuffed animal's name is Zen," she smiled, trying to pretend the outburst hadn't happened.
Holding Zen close with one arm, against her thin, navy and white hoodie, she used her free hand to fix her yellow-green hair, which had become a little ruffled in her panic. "So how long have you had your toy?" Her eyes were sparkling from excitement.
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Post by ♪Ryusaki Namie♪ on Jan 11, 2009 18:48:37 GMT -5
The sight of Hessa's digimon jumping out onto the table made Namie jump back slightly in surprise. For the few seconds she stared at the new digimon, almost admiring it, be fore the lime haired girl jumped onto the table herself shielding Mokumon from view. She could not help but laugh at her nervousness. It made her think back to the first few weeks she had Puttomon.
"That was a really big bug!" She said playing along with Hessa. Namie doubted that of the few people here, no one would react much to her digimon...unless they saw them talking and moving. But still, just to be sure, she took Puttomon off the table and sat the digimon in her lap. Rather be safe than sorry... She thought patting Puttomon on the head.
As Hessa spoke, Namie bobbed her teal head and smiled. "Nice to meet ya, Hessa and Zen." Once again Namie looked back to the digimon in Hessa's arms. It looked like some sort of puffy cloud, yet it was still tangible. "You know, yours is the second digi-...'stuffed animal' I've ever met. And he sure is energetic." Namie said looking from Zen to Hessa.
On her fingers, Namie began to count. She never had really thought about how long she had been with Puttomon. All she knew was that it was a very long time. "Well...I think we have been together for six or five years...? Don't really remember, it's been so long. How about you Hessa?"
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Post by Bolt. [Hessa/Zen] on Jan 12, 2009 17:52:46 GMT -5
Hessa couldn't help but feel really appreciative for the other girl's help and grinned at her to let her know. She seemed very friendly and the first impression she got from her was that she would be easy to get along with. Then again it's hard to tell what people are like when you don't know them very well. Yes, the older of the two wanted to get to know Namie more. She had no intention of losing contact with her, what were the chances of meeting another tamer?
She laughed quietly at Namie's comment on Zen's energetic tendencies, "All I can do it hope he'll grow out of it," she earned a disapproving grunt from the little smoke-cloud so she gave him a gentle pat on the head to let him know she was only kidding, "Your stuffed animal is the second one I've ever seen too, apart from mine, so I guess they're from a rare… company."
Namie's digimon seemed to be a lot more talkative than the Mokumon. In all the time Hessa has been with Zen; it seemed that he preferred small noises over actual speech. Sure he had mumbled a couple phrases, so he was certainly intelligent enough to converse with, but that was about it. She giggled and rubbed her face into him, maybe Zen was shy.
"Years!? I've only had Zen for a little over a month!" Woah, Hessa didn't really have Zen for long at all. She wondered how many other people were hiding digimon from the world for the past few years. It was madness.
At that point one of the restaurant waiters appeared at their table, the seventeen-year old didn't even hear him coming, she actually almost jumped in fright, "So what'll you have?" He looked like a nice enough guy and he seemed very casual. He spoke in a friendly, welcoming voice and smiled down at his two customers.
"Oh!" She had forgotten about making her order. Smiling she informed the man of what she wished to have, "Can I have some cod fish and a side of shrimp, please?" She smiled back at the young man.
"And to drink?"
"A coke?"
"Alright, a coke it is," The man noted the order down in a note pad and then looked to Namie, "And will the young miss be having anything more?" He was aware that she had already eaten but wanted to make sure she was satisfied.
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Post by ♪Ryusaki Namie♪ on Jan 15, 2009 22:06:59 GMT -5
Namie gave a small nod. "I just hope Puttomon doesn't get any bigger..." She said looking down at her partner. Namie smiled at the ball of white and patted her on her head. Every second she was with Puttomon were the best. There was never a dull moment when they were together."You must be right, but I wonder if there are more of these guys out there, and where they were made." When Namie brought up the question of where Puttomon was from, the digimon would always say, 'you'll find out soon enough.'
All of a sudden, puttomon began to fidget and move from under Namie's hand. With a little bit of effort she struggled free from under Namie's hand and hoped up onto the table. "Hello Mokumon!" The green haired girl rolled her eyes at her digimon partner and picked her up in her arms to hold her. "Mine comes with a very good voice chip. Yours seems to be a bit on the quiet side." The girl was still a bit perplexed on how the little smoke cloud was solid, but her inquire would have to wait because a waiter had just walked up to the table.
Remembering Puttomon's earlier desire for food, Namie nodded her head. "I'll have to same thing as her please."
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Post by gjtamer585 on Jan 19, 2009 23:00:16 GMT -5
Ty found a parking spot in the strip mall and pulled into it. He checked the D-3 again; the signal definitely was coming from here. Turning off the car, he took a look around. The place appeared half-abandoned, gave him the creeps. Judging from the display, the signals were coming from some kind of restaurant. "Chichi's Seafood and Stuff." he said, reading the sign aloud as he grabbed Patrick and slung his laptop bag over his shoulder. "You like seafood?" Patrick asked. "Not really. I'll go for fish once in a while, but that's it." Ty replied, frowning as he looked back and forth between his D-3 and the restaurant. The signals were coming from in there, no mistake about it. "Come on, we'll have to go inside." Ty finally concluded as he began to walk toward the restaurant. As he approached, he snuck a peak through the windows and his eyes immediately gravitated to two girls sitting next to each other, one with teal hair and one with green-yellow hair. "Sheesh, what girls dye their hair these days!" he said to himself. He generally did not like girls who's hair color was not black, brown, blonde or some shade of red or pink. He considered hair coloring to be a frivolous waste of money and time. "I like their hair colors. They're prettier than yours." Patrick stated, which earned him a mean glare from Ty as the latter reached down to grab his D-3. "Two signals from in there, maybe those two girls." he said to himself as he looked on the screen and put the D-3 back on his belt. "I saw at least one of them holding something. It could be other Digimon." Patrick added. "Well, we'll soon find out." Ty replied as he cautiously opened the door to the restaurant and peered inside, seafood smells assaulting his nose. Since there seemed to be no one waiting to seat him, he went over to a table next to the girls and, pretending to be totally disinterested in them, began setting up his laptop while Patrick looked over at them curiously from the table... (OOC: And now there's three!  Notice Patrick on the table, begin asking Ty questions.) |
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Post by Bolt. [Hessa/Zen] on Jan 23, 2009 12:52:13 GMT -5
((OOC: Welcome to the thread! ^^))
The waiter nodded to the young Namie and jotted a 'multiplied by two' symbol next to Hessa's orders, "It should be ready shortly," he assured the girls with a welcoming smile and left the table so as to give the cook the new order. When he was out of sight the Mokumon began to cough a little from suffocation. In Hessa's tenseness of the man serving them while her digimon was in plain few she hadn't realized how tight she was holding her friend. Zen found a simple solution to that… he dissipated into that gaseous form of his and seeped out of her grasp, reforming into his more solid self on her lap, "Ack, sorry Zen," she gave him one of those 'oopsie-daisy' looks.
The Mokumon was much more interested in the Puttomon than Hessa's apology. So instead of acknowledging his tamer he kept his sights on the digimon across from him, "Hello…" he replied to her in a weak, shy voice. It was a little squeaky due to his age but easy enough to understand.
Hessa tilted her head upward in thought, "I hadn't really thought about it before but it would certainly be a lot more interesting if there were more tamers around. The only other 'stuffed' animals like these I know about are the ones in the Digital World… but none of those have human partners, as far as I can tell," The girl's yellow gaze fell back to Namie, "I almost feel like putting up posters everywhere to find others like us," she displayed a wide grin, indicating she was only kidding. The Mokumon on her lap seemed a little alarmed at the idea and gave Puttomon a concerned look before jumping.
Feeling the jolt go through Zen the seventeen-year-old looked down at him, "Is something wrong, Zen?" She was trying to keep her voice down but her words came out in a forced whisper. The digimon had caught sight of someone entering the restaurant with a stuffed animal. Zen's glowing gaze stuck to the blue critter, more interested than usual. Hessa followed his gaze and ended up staring too… how awkward they must have looked, both staring at some stranger's toy. |
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Post by gjtamer585 on Jan 23, 2009 22:00:33 GMT -5
Patrick smiled back at the other Digimon, his way of saying hello without drawing too much attention. Ty meanwhile, was aware someone, or something, staring at him, but purposefully pretended to ignore it as he opened his laptop and turned it on.
"And would the young man with these lovely ladies like something too?" the waiter asked Ty.
"Eh?" Ty replied, looking up in mock surprise. "Oh, I'm not really with them. I just came in here."
"Oh? Then explain the blue thing on your table."
"Present. For my younger sister. Was on my way to the post office to box and ship it when I got hungry and stopped here." Ty stated as if he had practiced it long and hard, but in reality he just nervously hoped that the waiter would just go away.
"Very well. Your order?"
"Um... fish sandwich, easy on the tartar sauce. Root beer to drink."
"All right, coming up." the waiter stated, adding it to the list and leaving, while Ty turned his attention back to the screen.
Pretending to be disinterested in anything but his laptop, he flashed a sideways glance toward the girls. The green-haired girl and something that looked like a black cloud with a mouth and teeth, as well as a little flicker of fire on the top, were both staring at Patrick.
After a moment, he got irritated and turned to face the green-haired girl with an annoyed look. "Why are you staring over here like that? It's just a stuffed animal, came with this stuff." Ty stated, pulling off his D-3 and D-Terminal and then holding them up for her to see, hoping she would get the message...
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Post by ♪Ryusaki Namie♪ on Jan 25, 2009 0:28:20 GMT -5
Seeing that Puttomon was starting up another struggle, Namie decided to loosen her grip as she began to idly kick her legs up and down under the table once more. The tips of her feet barely touched the bottom of the floor, which made a look of annoyance sweep across her face for a brief moment. But in that same moment, her expression changed to one of shock and wonder. Did her digimon just turn into puffs of smoke. With her eyes wide, Namie once again leaned over the table to get a better look at Zen.
Wow!! Hey Puttomon, can you do that!!?" She whispered, not forgetting where they were.The answer Namie got was another puff of air to her face. 'Guess thats a no...' Namie thought returning to her seat.
The ball of white gave a smile at Zen as she wiggled around in Namie's arms. When the two heared Hessa's joke, thier reactions were very different. Namie laughed, catching the humor in her voice. Puttomon on the other hand shared Zen's concerned look before following thier gaze to a table next to them. Namie also looked over. seeing the boy, a 'stuffed animal' and a D-3. The teal haired girl gasped and whispered as she pointed. "Tamer!!"
{{OOC:welcome welcome!! =D}}
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Post by gjtamer585 on Jan 25, 2009 1:05:45 GMT -5
"Hey what are you trying to do, make a scene?!" Ty replied through clenched teeth, continuing his irritated look. He wasn't really annoyed at the girls (and he hoped they understood that), he just wanted to be sure that he could trust them and that they could trust him back.
"Yes, its a stuffed animal. Came with this tech stuff, stuff said it was a Chibomon. I decided I liked the name Patrick better." Ty continued as he reattached his D-3 and D-Terminal to his belt, then picked up Patrick and put him down on the seat beside him.
"So, I'm guessing one of you has Zen and the other Puttomon?" he asked, making an educated guess based on the names he had just heard. Meanwhile, Patrick slid down toward Hessa and Zen.
"Hi, I'm Patrick the Chibomon. Can you show me that trick you were doing?" Patrick quietly stated up to Zen and his green-haired partner...
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Post by Bolt. [Hessa/Zen] on Feb 3, 2009 15:32:13 GMT -5
((OOC: Sorry for the really late reply; remember that I'm in the middle of midterms. Also, it has come to my attention that none of us has any yen in our profiles to pay for this fish. xD;))
The young woman's eyes went wide and she slapped a hand over her mouth to stop herself from crying out in astonishment. Instead the muffled sound of 'Another one!?' attempted to fight its way through her hand. She took in the sight of the man and his little blue friend with her still-wide golden eyes, watching the digimon move up to ask Zen to repeat his 'trick.' All she could do was stare down at the little blue ball of curiosity so her partner, who was normally very quiet, had to reply. The smoke ball remained in his position hovering just above his tamer's lap and spoke in that small, weak voice, "Erm… trick?" He spoke quietly, afraid of being noticed by one of the other humans, "It's just something I was born able to do…"
Mentally the girl was flailing her arms in excitement, if that was even possible. The day was so strange; she didn't know what to do. Was she supposed to ask these two new people, who also happened to have digimon, what their e-mails were? Their coming together like this seemed like a sign of something so she felt that she shouldn't lose touch with the other two.
The girl was holding herself back from completely freaking out and subsequently letting everyone in the fish place know about the digital monsters. That was the last thing they all wanted. |
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Post by gjtamer585 on Feb 3, 2009 23:09:26 GMT -5
(OOC: Oh, I'm sure we can just fudge it once.  If there's a problem, Yuri will tell us when he next logs on.) "It's still cool though... uh-oh!" Patrick quietly exclaimed in response to Zen's statement. The Chibomon had noticed the green-haired girl getting much too excited and suddenly fell back to Ty with an apologetic smirk on his face. Meanwhile, Ty sweatdropped at Hessa's sudden excitement. "Oh no, why do girls like this always have to flail around when excited!!!?" he thought with annoyance. "Hey hey, take it easy! You don't want to be discovered do you? Calm down and let's start by telling me how to get an email address or phone number into this D-Terminal thing." Jerry stated in a loud whisper. He then looked past Hessa to the blue-haired girl and mouthed "Give me a hand here!" to her... |
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Notice Patrick on the table, begin asking Ty questions.)
