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[ you know, with some of the things that has happened over the last few days and whatever, Sora HAD thought that it'd be a good idea to spend some time with his partners. camping and stuff.
but the only thing that can be seen at the moment would be the trees. ]
Heeeeey! Is anyone out there? Heeeeeeeeeeeeeey!
[ yeah, that is Sora. can be heard, but not seen yet. Ryu picks up the D-T and it appears that Vixie has a Wormmon in her arms, looking up. ]
I'm not even going to ask, Sora.
[ while Ryu is actually LAUGHING, he turns so everyone can see. suspended in the air is ( 1 ) Sora, all tangled up in what looks to be webbing... wiggling around for the camera, it's obvious that he's pretty stuck. ]
Ha ha... You can get me down ANY time now.
And ruin the entertainment value? After you destroyed this poor Wormmon's home? I think not.
You can't leave me up here!!!! [ and looking right at the D-T: ] Someone? Pleeeease!?
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but the only thing that can be seen at the moment would be the trees. ]
Heeeeey! Is anyone out there? Heeeeeeeeeeeeeey!
[ yeah, that is Sora. can be heard, but not seen yet. Ryu picks up the D-T and it appears that Vixie has a Wormmon in her arms, looking up. ]
I'm not even going to ask, Sora.
[ while Ryu is actually LAUGHING, he turns so everyone can see. suspended in the air is ( 1 ) Sora, all tangled up in what looks to be webbing... wiggling around for the camera, it's obvious that he's pretty stuck. ]
Ha ha... You can get me down ANY time now.
And ruin the entertainment value? After you destroyed this poor Wormmon's home? I think not.
You can't leave me up here!!!! [ and looking right at the D-T: ] Someone? Pleeeease!?
Guys, Arcee's gone.
Yeah, before you asked--checked her apartment. Unlocked and missin'.
[You can almost sense the tension his voice is giving off here. There's footsteps heard, as if he's walking away from the door right this moment.]
What's the plan, cause we better have one. If we don't, we're doin' things my way.
Yeah, before you asked--checked her apartment. Unlocked and missin'.
[You can almost sense the tension his voice is giving off here. There's footsteps heard, as if he's walking away from the door right this moment.]
Went to go talk to her like you guys said and...needless to say we've got an Autobot MIA. Not pickin' up either.
[Five guesses who feels responsible. Not that he's going to sit and mope anymore.]What's the plan, cause we better have one. If we don't, we're doin' things my way.
[So yeah, that whole true-form thing happened, and needless to say, Wheeljack's not happy that he's back in his tiny, fleshy body. So not-happy that he punched a wall out of anger. Needless to say, he's got it in bandages right now.
You idiot.]
I'll be at Digital Dive if anyone needs me.
Try not to need me.
[There's no Digimon this time. It seems like they know him well enough to give him some quiet time.]
You idiot.]
I'll be at Digital Dive if anyone needs me.
Try not to need me.
[There's no Digimon this time. It seems like they know him well enough to give him some quiet time.]
[The feed jostles to life as it turns up an Agumon and his older looking partner, who holds his head.]
Ratchet! I'm sorry, I applied too much pressure--!
Stop just. Stop. [Ratchet pulls his hand away, his brow and his nose looking pretty swollen, blue and purple. His voice even sounds... nasally. He winces and snatches up the icepack from Otto, storming back over to his desk.
His shoulders look bandaged up as well, purple peeking out from the edges of the bandages. Otto looks up at him worriedly before he looks defiant.]
I should have been there for you! If I was there, I could have--
Could have done what, Otto? [Ratchet turns around to look down at him.] He was no match for you. You're better off here studying.
But Ratchet...
[Ratchet slams his hands down on the desk, silencing the Digimon quickly.]
That's enough.
[Otto looks down at his feet and nods. He flinches as he notices the Terminal is on and rushes over to turn it off quickly.]
Ratchet! I'm sorry, I applied too much pressure--!
Stop just. Stop. [Ratchet pulls his hand away, his brow and his nose looking pretty swollen, blue and purple. His voice even sounds... nasally. He winces and snatches up the icepack from Otto, storming back over to his desk.
His shoulders look bandaged up as well, purple peeking out from the edges of the bandages. Otto looks up at him worriedly before he looks defiant.]
I should have been there for you! If I was there, I could have--
Could have done what, Otto? [Ratchet turns around to look down at him.] He was no match for you. You're better off here studying.
But Ratchet...
[Ratchet slams his hands down on the desk, silencing the Digimon quickly.]
That's enough.
[Otto looks down at his feet and nods. He flinches as he notices the Terminal is on and rushes over to turn it off quickly.]
[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.]
[The video feed clicks on to a very animal muzzle grinning, sharp fangs proudly shown. That mane looks mighty familiar, and the voice, paired with this grin, makes it unmistakable who this is.]
Don't know what the glitch is this time, but I hope it sticks around. I love being a lion again.
Anyway, wanted to say thanks to all you guys who talked to me to other day, even if it was only to get Lopmon to quit bugging you.
[He sure seems like he's in a way better mood than he was when Lopmon was putting him up for adoption before.]
Don't know what the glitch is this time, but I hope it sticks around. I love being a lion again.
Anyway, wanted to say thanks to all you guys who talked to me to other day, even if it was only to get Lopmon to quit bugging you.
[He sure seems like he's in a way better mood than he was when Lopmon was putting him up for adoption before.]
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[Whoops, looks like someone is having issues with the Terminal device. But hey! It's clicks to audio and the voice is Whirl's but there is something more... Mechanical to it, and it seems a bit further away than usual too.]
Slagging hell. Claw friendly my backside.
We got any good medics around here, cause I need to know what to do when you can't feel your head or hands anymore.
[Of course anyone near the outskirts of town can spot Whirl as he is, 30+ foot tall robot he is, but for now he's going to try and turn the terminal off. Enjoy the sounds of claws scraping and clacking against it and failing to turn it off.]
[Whoops, looks like someone is having issues with the Terminal device. But hey! It's clicks to audio and the voice is Whirl's but there is something more... Mechanical to it, and it seems a bit further away than usual too.]
Slagging hell. Claw friendly my backside.
We got any good medics around here, cause I need to know what to do when you can't feel your head or hands anymore.
[Of course anyone near the outskirts of town can spot Whirl as he is, 30+ foot tall robot he is, but for now he's going to try and turn the terminal off. Enjoy the sounds of claws scraping and clacking against it and failing to turn it off.]
[The recording flickers to life and Ratchet could be sitting down at a desk. He dog-ears a book and closes it softly. Beside him were large stacks of books about anatomy, and biology. The old man rubs at the bridge of his nose, a small sigh escaping his lips. It looks like he's in Hospitown's hospital.
Ratchet had been reading up on medical studies, books, and diagrams as of late. But his eyes show signs of exhaustion.
Blue eyes glance up at his D-Terminal as his Agumon steps up behind him and the desk, with more books stacked beside him.]
Hello. [Ratchet begins, clearing his throat.]
My name is Ratchet, for those of you who don't know. Back in my home world, I was a medic, for Cybertronians. Robots in simple terms. But seeing that I am not Cybertronian anymore, I have taken it upon myself to learn more about human medical practices. I've learned a little while I was on earth, but thankfully these books have been useful.
This is a message to let you all know that if you require medical attention, Otto and I more than able to assist.
[His Agumon perks up with a smile and nods before Ratchet turns back to the D-Terminal.]
That is all.
[And off goes the feed.]
Ratchet had been reading up on medical studies, books, and diagrams as of late. But his eyes show signs of exhaustion.
Blue eyes glance up at his D-Terminal as his Agumon steps up behind him and the desk, with more books stacked beside him.]
Hello. [Ratchet begins, clearing his throat.]
My name is Ratchet, for those of you who don't know. Back in my home world, I was a medic, for Cybertronians. Robots in simple terms. But seeing that I am not Cybertronian anymore, I have taken it upon myself to learn more about human medical practices. I've learned a little while I was on earth, but thankfully these books have been useful.
This is a message to let you all know that if you require medical attention, Otto and I more than able to assist.
[His Agumon perks up with a smile and nods before Ratchet turns back to the D-Terminal.]
That is all.
[And off goes the feed.]
[Well, look who decided to rejoin the conscious Hospitown party. Kagerou's propped up in bed, looking pale and worn, a bandage over one eye in place of his eyepatch. One arm is in a cast, which has been scribbled all over by black marker.]
[Honestly, he kind of looks like he'd fall apart if he tried to stand up. But at least he's in his room in the new living quarters.]
Where...?
How did we get here? I... [He looks down at the cast on his arm, nervously picking at it with his free hand.] I don't remember this being here.
[The word "remember" is said with a slightly shaken tone. Memories are vital. And some of his are missing.]
Can someone -- the last I remember is the city being attacked. What happened?
[Honestly, he kind of looks like he'd fall apart if he tried to stand up. But at least he's in his room in the new living quarters.]
Where...?
How did we get here? I... [He looks down at the cast on his arm, nervously picking at it with his free hand.] I don't remember this being here.
[The word "remember" is said with a slightly shaken tone. Memories are vital. And some of his are missing.]
Can someone -- the last I remember is the city being attacked. What happened?
[The feed comes on, focused on the ground, and bouncing around. Eventually it flicks up to show an exhausted-looking Keramon dragging someone off a train, and talking over his shoulder.]
--lease put the device down... we need your help.
But we gotta tell the robots! And the fixer guy!
[Thanks for the help, there, Nameless.]
[Because that's who it is. Koro and the Nameless, finally making it to the town. With their quasi-conscious partner.]
Can you at least contact the doctor Wheeljack spoke of... please?
Okay, okay. [The little BlackAgumon pokes its face into frame.] Hey! Um! Doctor guy Koro talked to! We're here! Hi!
... you're so helpful.
[They'll be making their way toward the hospital itself, should anyone want to intercept the intrepid trio.]
--lease put the device down... we need your help.
But we gotta tell the robots! And the fixer guy!
[Thanks for the help, there, Nameless.]
[Because that's who it is. Koro and the Nameless, finally making it to the town. With their quasi-conscious partner.]
Can you at least contact the doctor Wheeljack spoke of... please?
Okay, okay. [The little BlackAgumon pokes its face into frame.] Hey! Um! Doctor guy Koro talked to! We're here! Hi!
... you're so helpful.
[They'll be making their way toward the hospital itself, should anyone want to intercept the intrepid trio.]
