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[ The video feed clicks on to reveal a tired-looking pink Digimon, perched on the railing from which the curtain that separated the beds in the Hospitown rooms, the (stolen, if you must know) D-Terminal clutched in its claws. Biyomon paused, carefully reviewing what he had to say before actually speaking. In a soft voice, clearly trying to keep the noise level down low: ]

Finally, thought he'd never go to bed...

Are Chosen normally this bad at, say sleeping regularly? Eating? Talking to other people?

[ He wasn't asking Forte to be a social butterfly, but talking to nobody else at all was downright concerning. He'd put up with his partner's oddities, yet he couldn't let this state of affairs go for forever. The Digimon's voice grows a little more heated. ] It's been days now and my partner hasn't talked to anybody! He broods, he floats around, and he glares at everything! And that's it. Really starting to think he's either incredibly against conversation or just plain... weird.

[ Which was not to say this was the only problem Forte presented on his mind, or there weren't other off things that were slowly beginning to concern Biyomon about his partner, because there were multitudes, like the coldness in his eyes. Like the way he would stand there and look at people like they were bugs he was considering squishing. Or like that act of minor theft he'd committed upon hours after his arrival that had resulted in both of them hightailing it from the general store and then Biyomon had to flitch some BIT from their starter account unnoticed and send it back to the understandably upset store owner to pay for that brown cloak Forte had taken.

He fluffs up his feathers. ]

I noticed other partners used the Terminals when it came to stuff about their humans [ or whatever Forte was, he sure hadn't reacted well that one time Biyomon had called him one (Biyomon had not repeated that error. he liked his feathers right where they were, thank you) ] like this.

So, some veteran advice, guys? Answers? Help?

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[Coronamon is lounging precariously on a window ledge, absentmindedly sharpening his claws on the wooden frame. He's not actually handling his new partner any better than Biyomon, but he just likes to act and sound as if he's far more capable than he is.]

[His tone as he examines his paws is disinterested at best.]

Maybe you just don't speak his... language ... yet.

[ That's not very encouraging. Biyomon blinks. ]

Eh? I admit we don't know much about each other yet, but I think we're speaking the same language. [ He still remembers to lower his normally-loud voice and talk quietly. ] Or are you talking about something else?

Edited 2014-01-10 15:36 (UTC)

[Coronamon revels in the attention, leaning closer to the screen and speaking in just as hushed a tone. That... and his partner's also just fallen asleep in the adjoining room, and he isn't eager to rouse his teammate.]

Exactly. They understand the words but our partners don't necessarily have to listen. Believe me. Mine was just as difficult to take care of in the beginning.

With my partner, it was all about figuring out what he was before he came here. What was important to him where he came from, what makes him tick. They listen a lot better when you're dangling what they want over their head like a carrot. Pushing the right buttons.

[Although... truth be told, it's a lot more difficult to find out these things when his partner didn't speak. As much as he understands and feels the emotional state of his partner, some things just can't be communicated in silence.]

How much do you know about your partner, friend?

Ohhh.

[ Biyomon leans in, hopeful for the voice of (apparent) experience in this problem to prove beneficial. His large blue eyes fixes on the screen. ] Yeah. Why do they make it such a hassle? I waited ages and ages for him! He doesn't need to be paranoid. There's no way I'd do anything that wasn't in his best interests.

[ ... ! ]

That's the trick? 'Finding out what makes him tick?' Oh boy... Sounds like I've got my work cut out for me.

[ More hesitantly; ] I don't want to dangle what he wants over his head. I want to share whatever I can with him. I shouldn't have to hold it over him like that to do that. But if it makes him finally listen to me...

[ Then, for the first time, Biyomon flinches and hunches down on the railing a little. He'd been studiously attempting to leave his partner's emotions alone once he'd realized he was having trouble even beginning to comprehend them. He didn't want to mess with things he didn't understand. Feeling the emotions, a seething ocean of insulted pride, anger, negativity and turbulence under the seemingly cold surface, raging through their connection at him already left Biyomon dazed. Forte had little good emotions to offer. ] Uh. Urm...

[ The Digimon droops miserably. ]

His... name. Some of his quirks, like how bad he is at stuff like sleeping. He doesn't want to tell me anything else about himself. Or talk to me. I don't know what's important to him. [ Frustration! It was difficult to communicate when one side refused and stayed silent and broody all the time. ]

[Coronamon glances at the screen for a moment, mildly uncomfortable. He only admits the next bit reluctantly because it makes him sound more like a sap and less like a GREAT MANIPULATOR.]

Well, you don't have to dangle it above their heads, I suppose. You can just casually suggest. My human was a lot keener to maintain his health and sleeping habits when I mentioned being in a better shape to find his friends. That was his carrot. Obviously important to him.

And it's for their own good, isn't it?

[He hurriedly changes subjects:] Anyway, my partner doesn't talk to me either. Not for lack of trying. He physically can't... so most of what I know is from what he does every day, how often he trains, or who he texts. If it's important to him, he spends time doing it.

Does he have any other 'quirks,' Biyomon? He's got to do something in his free time. We'll crack this mystery, yet.

Edited 2014-01-11 10:58 (UTC)

So it's like using that carrot as their motivation? To give them a good, practical reason to do what we suggest? [ Nobody can ever say Biyomon wasn't more than a little gullible. So when a rushed change in subject comes along, he tilts his head and goes with it, storing the advice Coronamon had already given away in his head for further reflection when Forte is not sleeping in the corner of the dark room, wrapped up in his cloak. ]

Okay. Right.

Trying is good. What's physically damaged then, Coronamon? Is he missing his tongue or... ? Can it be fixed? [ His brow furrows as he thinks. What a good suggestion! And as long as it didn't invade his partner's privacy, he saw no reason to not fill in with what details he had. ] Ah! You look at his priorities, and daily routine to gain a greater understanding of him? Wel-l...

Yeah. Lots. My Chosen really doesn't like staying in one place. He likes to go and stands in high places. He observes other people. It takes him ages to realize he's in a worse mood than normal because he's hungry or doesn't gotten enough sleep or something of the like.

[ Forte needed hobbies that didn't involve plotting to destroy everything around him and/or leaving this place immediately. ] He floats instead of walking. Like a Bakemon, just lower to the ground.

[Coronamon nods each time Biyomon draws a conclusion. He's still more sentimental than practical, but he's smart bird.

When the subject of Bumblebee's speech comes up, his eyes lower to his nails, as if he finds them more interesting than the topic. Though, if it's any indication, he lacks most of the usual sarcastic or prideful inflection.]

He's all there as far as I can see and feel. But if what his friends have said is true, he is damaged in a way that probably can't be repaired. You wouldn't know it from the look of him, but he's a soldier.

[Feline eyes flicker back up to the screen thoughtfully. High places. Watching other people. Coronamon's partner has done something similar when scouting the area, and Biyomon's partner hardly strikes him as the window-watching or daydreaming sort.] You don't suppose your partner is looking for someone do you?

And the floating... [Coronamon sits up, eyes flickering in realization.] Biyomon, you may be onto something.

[ A pause hangs in the air for a moment. ]

You can inflict that kind of damage on somebody's data structure? [ So that lasts even after transferring to a different world? The look in Biyomon's round eyes is that of sympathy, roused by the sight of solemnity coming from a Digimon clearly more accustomed to jesting and boasting. A soldier for a partner, huh? ] Sounds like the kind of guy the Digital World could use right now. Saving the world means fighting for it too.

[ Pink feathers fluff up unconsciously, then press down against Biyomon's body again. He always paid close attention of all of his Chosen's movements but had little experience to link together what they meant outside of just using common sense to make deductions. ] He could be? That's possible. It's not aimless sight-seeing for sure.

[ ! ! !

Watching the screen avidly, he seems eager for the 'veteran' Digimon partner's insight. ]

Mm? What? I know it's not a power humans usually have, but...

[Coronamon gives Biyomon a measured look as he speaks about his partner. Evaluating. Maybe even a little appreciative. Whatever dark cloud has fallen over the conversation lifts, even if just a touch.]

[It's enough for Coronamon to move on with more ease than expected.] But that's the thing, isn't it? 'Not a power humans usually have.'

You think maybe the reason why he's so bad at being human is because he doesn't know how to be? Just like mine didn't.

[As thrilled as he is with his tentative connection, Biyomon knows his partner the best. He'd know more accurately if the theory held any water.]

Edited 2014-01-13 04:26 (UTC)

[ Biyomon shuffles sideways, talons curling tighter around the cold metal of the railing as he thought. He turned over the past few days, Coronamon's speculations, and the quiet fury at which Forte regarded every mention of his organic body that radiated across their connection to Biymon. His eyes light up. ]

That would explain it. That's it, Coronamon! [ He jabs a claw at the screen, still using a hushed tone of voice. ]

It's not that he can't, he doesn't know how!

[ He'd deeply suspected the non-humanity of his partner, but it hadn't occurred to him that Forte's status as a once-nonhuman could be linked to his incompetence at basic tasks and his refusal to be social. It wasn't like stuff such as hunger and the need for sleep were solely human things after all: Digimon got hungry and tired all the time too. Biyomon voices this thought; ] But then... What kind of being doesn't need to do any of that?

[ HMM. Wait. ]

... Going off what doesn't need to do any of that, I think we're limited to the area of machines, ghosts, and rocks? [ Huh, didn't Coronamon mention... ] If your Chosen was like mine before this, mind if I ask what he was?

[Biyomon's reaction all but confirms it. This detective business is quite thrilling. Coronamon's tail flame leisurely waves back and forth behind him.]

My partner? Not a ghost or a rock.

But a machine? [He gives Biyomon an affirmative nod of his head. Hit the nail on the head.] My first hint he was a robot was him using the term 'humans' instead of people. 'Organic lifeforms,' even.

[He's not going to entertain the idea that Biyomon's perplexing enigma of a partner used to be a rock. If that were true... well. It would just be too weird. And as for the 'ghost' possibility, he makes an waving gesture with his paws.]

And you would think a ghost would be a little happier to be alive again.

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