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[3rd Transformation // Anon Text // Optional Action with Bumblebee]
[When Bumblebee first emerges from the damaged apartment of 010 in his robot form, 16 feet of towering metal and living machine, Vanguard is filled with immeasurable awe an wonder.
In an hour, when he finds himself sitting in the car form of his partner, playing session after session of video game inside his cabin, that wonder becomes joy. In three hours, when Vanguard goes to tell off some insolent digimon on Bee's behalf but Bumblebee speaks up on his own first, gently resolving the situation with his own voicebox. All he feels is confusion. Six hours later, when Vanguard has to step outside and get his feet on steady ground after one of Bumblebee's races, it's irritation. The final straw happens when Vanguard finds himself held in the giant, protective metal hand of his robot partner, narrowly injured from a reckless Chosen. Saved. Protected. Lovingly guarded.
Then... it's just anger and resentment.
He leaves Bumblebee to talk with companions just beyond the hole in their apartment (hastily covered by the staff with a sheet of plastic). Bee doesn't need Vanguard to help translate his feelings to the friends he encounters outside. He laughs, and dances and transforms just fine on his own.
So the digimon retreats to their room just a few paces away. It takes ten minutes for it all to boil over. In the back of his mind, he knows he's going to calm down and regret this later but... he's not thinking about that at the time. He angrily jabs an anonymous message into the D-terminal.]
+ [Anonymous Text] +
All you Chosen. You think you're so impressive.
You could hardly take care of yourselves when you got here. You couldn't figure out how to eat, sleep or walk. Some of you couldn't even speak. We chased off digimon three times our size to keep you alive. We kept you safe on the journey down to HospiTown.
We did everything we were supposed to. We're your digimon. We were made to meet you and fix this world together.
So much for partners.
You can take your real forms and just
Just go home. We didn't need you either.
[The moment he presses send, he experiences a moment of hesitation. Of something beyond anger. Regret? He crosses his arms and tries not to think about it.]
[ooc: Vanguard (Coronamon) will respond to text anonymously while Bumblebee will react to action outside the hospital.]
In an hour, when he finds himself sitting in the car form of his partner, playing session after session of video game inside his cabin, that wonder becomes joy. In three hours, when Vanguard goes to tell off some insolent digimon on Bee's behalf but Bumblebee speaks up on his own first, gently resolving the situation with his own voicebox. All he feels is confusion. Six hours later, when Vanguard has to step outside and get his feet on steady ground after one of Bumblebee's races, it's irritation. The final straw happens when Vanguard finds himself held in the giant, protective metal hand of his robot partner, narrowly injured from a reckless Chosen. Saved. Protected. Lovingly guarded.
Then... it's just anger and resentment.
He leaves Bumblebee to talk with companions just beyond the hole in their apartment (hastily covered by the staff with a sheet of plastic). Bee doesn't need Vanguard to help translate his feelings to the friends he encounters outside. He laughs, and dances and transforms just fine on his own.
So the digimon retreats to their room just a few paces away. It takes ten minutes for it all to boil over. In the back of his mind, he knows he's going to calm down and regret this later but... he's not thinking about that at the time. He angrily jabs an anonymous message into the D-terminal.]
+ [Anonymous Text] +
All you Chosen. You think you're so impressive.
You could hardly take care of yourselves when you got here. You couldn't figure out how to eat, sleep or walk. Some of you couldn't even speak. We chased off digimon three times our size to keep you alive. We kept you safe on the journey down to HospiTown.
We did everything we were supposed to. We're your digimon. We were made to meet you and fix this world together.
So much for partners.
You can take your real forms and just
Just go home. We didn't need you either.
[The moment he presses send, he experiences a moment of hesitation. Of something beyond anger. Regret? He crosses his arms and tries not to think about it.]
[ooc: Vanguard (Coronamon) will respond to text anonymously while Bumblebee will react to action outside the hospital.]
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and let's not remember the Titans, okay?
his awe turns into a grin. ]
Take a picture, huh?
[ and he might be trying to figure out if he CAN take a picture with the D-Stream. maybe not, but he can sure record stuff! ]
Must be happy, right?
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Very happy Sora.
Being this way means I get to fulfill a few promises I made.
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[ if that's okay to ask. Sora has no real sense of what is too personal and what is not. ]
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Oh say... a promise I made to you, actually.
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always looking up, sob.]There's no rush. If you want to enjoy yourself a little first, then you should!
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[Getting in a race more specifically.
He lowers his massive metal hand in front of Sora. It rests flat on the ground, welcoming him onto it. Because you know you want to, kiddo.]
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Ha ha. You know what I mean.
[ but notice how he's getting on the offered hand anyway. of course you know he wants to. how silly! ]
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Do you trust me, Sora?
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[ of course he trusts Bumblebee. Sora trusts his friends. ]
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Sora will feel Bee's hand drop out from him abruptly. He'll be in freefall.
Metal shifts around him, whirring and changing and enclosing him in a confined space. When Sora lands, it'll be in the passenger seat of a fully transformed Urbana 500. Yellow and Black. The supercharged engine with its butterfly scoops and exposed engine block revs loudly.]
[Sleek and subtle enough to be discreet. Good enough handling to outmaneuver cons. Speed enough to leave any human car in the dust.]
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now the kid is acting his age, getting pretty excited and bouncy. who wouldn't? a friend is a CAR. one that goes FAST, if said friend is to be believed. ]
Okay... That was cool.
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Can't have a race when there aren't other cars in HospiTown. But there's plenty of open road. And there's a nice outlook Terra and I discovered only about ten minutes away, if you're up for it.
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but this isn't about that. it's about Bee showing off. ]
From where I'm sitting, you're the one in control here.
[ never argue destinations with the driver. nope! ]
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[A noncommittal answer. He does turn the car around and begins to drive at an even pace.]
Trouble on the mind, Sora?
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[ he's important. but Sora just doesn't get why. ]
He's important. To my friends.
[ and pretty much the reason why they are in this situation at all, but it's not like Sora knows that all he has to go on is the feeling that he carried when seeing Aqua and Terra in his dream. and he's met Aqua here - she worries about Terra.
Sora sighs, putting a little smile on his face and running a hand through his hair. ]
I'll figure it out.
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Well, if you need to talk Sora, I'm willing to listen.
There's nothing but the open road ahead, and I'm all ears.
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[ and he does. it's just... when he doesn't know himself, how does he go about explaining? besides. this is supposed to be a fun trip, right? all about Bee showing off? ]
Terra's from the past. He and Aqua both visited my island when I was a kid. He passed on the keyblade to Riku... And I think I made some sort of promise with Aqua. So we were already connected.
When I was in the world of dreams, I saw visions of them and my heart just started to ache. I don't really know what it means, but I just can't leave things alone, you know?
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[Don't worry Sora. The showing off part is done.
Now it's just about spending time with a friend.
He listens to the explanation, taking Sora along a winding road that skirts the edge of HospiTown. The road is level, and the weather is fair. And it's easy to be attentive. He owes it to Sora to think this through before he asks something.]
Your heart. Was it aching ache because of them? Or for them?
Did it feel like they wronged you? Or did you feel for them because they were wronged?
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More like. Longing? Like I wanted to keep chasing after them.
Lol iphone tags
Most people don't remember such brief encounters in their childhood.
Longing... [That's a strong word for just acquaintances.]
Is it normal to miss people you've only met once so deeply?
got to love them
[ and to be fair, Sora doesn't entirely recall Aqua coming to the island. he had only recalled her face. like he had known it and couldn't place it until, well. dreams. ]
Re: got to love them
But you've known Riku and Kairi all your life.
They're your best friends.
[He's still trying to make sense how such a deep feeling connects to Terra and this 'Aqua']
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[ he doesn't get it at all, okay. lots of things in his life happen to be like that at the moment. ]
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Did you talk to Terra about this at all?
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