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Post by Becula on Jan 6, 2008 22:06:32 GMT -5
A young woman walked through the digital forest carefully, a katana in a sheath on her side, her hand on the the hilt, ready to brandish it if necessary.
She listened carefully to all the sounds that surrounded her and took slow, cautious steps. She often came here to the digital world to train, knowing she had to learn to fight in unfamiliar territory as well as her own turf, or else she'd never move on. Ami soon leaned against a tree, sighing. It was a quiet and boring day, it seemed, with no one around.
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Post by Vanga on Jan 30, 2008 1:29:09 GMT -5
The young Ami was not the only one traversing carefully through the forest undergrowth that day. With steady and steadfast steps, the fire-type digimon Meramon walked among the feed for his flame, careful not to actually do as nature intended for his element. Leaves and twigs and other forest debris littering the rich forest soil quickly smoked and incinerated underfoot but the trees and the foliage they bared remained untouched, if a little warmer with his momentary passing by.
His flames were subdued, rippling softly across his form without their typical raging crackles and sizzling. Normally avoiding forests for their obviously hazardous state whenever in close contact with the flames that always engulfed him, he happened to have little choice in the matter due to the time it would take to deter his travels around the woodlands. Because of this, he had at least decided to take the opportunity and get some training done that day.
His master had regularly had him train in wooded areas, treating it as almost as effective as mediation in helping him learn to control and contain the power he had at his fingertips. Where elsewhere he could let loose and go wild with the spraying of his flame-based attacks, in forests like these he was always instructed to take care in not burning the life around him in an effort to impress discipline and self-control. These weren’t particularly the strongest aspects of Meramon’s character, but he could at least see some of the wisdom in his master’s words.
As he proceeded among the wooded giants of the forest, searching for somewhere to begin and provide for his daily training regimens, he noticed a peculiar being close by, leaning against a tree in silence. It certainly didn’t appear to be any sort of digimon that the fire-type had ever seen before, but as he got closer he began to better recognize it from the details.
“Well I’ll be, you don’t see humans wandering the digital world every day.” Meramon commented to himself curiously, but probably loud enough to be overheard from his close proximity.
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Post by Becula on Feb 5, 2008 1:24:57 GMT -5
"Huh? I...suppose not," Ami said. Judging from the speaker's tone, he wasn't hostile, or at least not directly. Still, she kept a hand on the hilt of the blade just in case. She knew from his words that he was a digimon, and judging but the heat emanating from him, a fire type.
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Post by Vanga on Feb 5, 2008 3:04:13 GMT -5
Meramon considered the unusual sight of the human to those living in the digital world with burning blue-white orbs. She had a sword in her possession and her hand casually rested on its hilt. He couldn’t blame her for being cautious and didn’t take it personally. He knew little about humans, but he knew much about the digital world and it could be a dangerous place without protection. His came naturally from the flames that ignited across his body, like a second skin that was always with him. If keeping close to a weapon made the human feel safe, he wasn’t in any position to get offended by it.
Mulling over the prospect of leaving the scene and continuing his meditative walk, the fire-type knew that would be the most comfortable of actions to take. However, while he’d normally avoid a social situation like this, his master had always pressed that he ought to worry about more than just working his muscles raw day by day. Besides, as he had spoken aloud, it wasn’t every day that a digimon ran across a human in its own world and curiosity was getting the better of his anxiety.
“So, what brings you out all this way?” Meramon broached as he approached, entering an area close by with more space then the rest of his surroundings so that he wouldn’t risk so much the chance of igniting a stray tree on fire, his head looking around for a place to lean or sit on that wouldn’t instantly combust. “There are often more direct routes between towns for travelers than such a backwaters forest path.”
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Post by Becula on Feb 5, 2008 13:15:12 GMT -5
"Training, exploring, pretty much I usually do," Ami said with a shrug. She let her hand loosen on the hilt of the katana, before eventually letting go. It didn't sound like this digimon meant any harm to her, and she didn't hear anyone else nearby.
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Post by Vanga on Feb 5, 2008 22:17:15 GMT -5
“Training,” Meramon mulled over aloud, “and with a sword, no less. So, then, you’re some type of human warrior?”
The digimon was a born fighter, trained from a young age to fight and grow stronger, learning to use the natural weapons endowed to his fire-type species. He knew about combat and understood how to size up his enemies. It struck him as somewhat surprising that the humans would have warriors. He didn’t know much concerning their race, but if this young one was any representation than by appearance alone they didn’t seem to be all that threatening. Humans seemed so weak and frail compared to the majority of inhabitants to the digital world, it just seemed off putting. However, for some reason he suspected that looks could be deceiving in this case. Others had underestimated him when he was still a DemiMeramon and had learned the errors of their closed mindedness and he was well learned enough not to make the same mistake as such simpletons.
The young human female had yet to make eye contact, a fact that even the socially inept Meramon recognized as somewhat rude. However, he recognized that there could be a number of reasons for this and again did not take it personally. She might be shy or worse in social situations than he was. She might be keeping surveillance on the area around her, something he did even now as he watched her, taking in his surroundings with his other senses as any diligently trained warrior quickly learned to do.
Deciding to take the initiative, the fire-type found a large rock embedded in the earth opposite the human female where she leaned against a tree. It had a flat top, moss and vines strewn across its surface. Walking over to it, he waved a hand across the surface as if brushing off the top. Instead of wiping clean the makeshift seat, the heat from his hand instantly incinerated the forest debris, leaving the rocky surface bare. Finally with a place to rest that wouldn’t burn up within a minute of sitting down, he turned his attention back towards the other forest walker, now more or less at eye level with her. That’s when he discovered the reason why she didn’t look in his direction, learned from her pupils as they gazed emptily outward, unfocused, rather than at the fire-type digimon positioned directly in front of them.
“You wield a weapon as a warrior and yet you are blind?” Meramon queried rather bluntly, curiosity in his tone as he considered her.
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Post by Becula on Feb 5, 2008 22:49:35 GMT -5
Ami tossed her katana into the air at an angle, then then did a fast cartwheel and catching it behind her back. "Guess you can say that," she said with a smirk. "I don't need to see to fight. Eyes only show you whats in front of you, or off to the side. Sounds, smells, feelings, they come from all around you. Much more useful."
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Post by Vanga on Feb 6, 2008 0:43:23 GMT -5
Meramon chuckled at her display, his laughter a bonfire of hisses and cracklings. “There’s no need for you to explain your philosophies to me, or to dazzle me with your talent. I know full well how a skilled combatant must turn their disabilities into strengths or else fear falling short.”
Flames licked at his lips as they curled into a reminiscent smile as past events tickled his mind. His master had always made a strong point of him learning that very lesson, though for other reasons. Hotheadedness, impulsiveness, easily aroused temperament; these were only a few of his master’s list of weaknesses found in him. While these fueled his flame-based powers, they also clouded his judgment as a fighter. At least that’s what the master claimed and by his wishes the fire-type digimon tried to take his lessons to heart.
“I suppose that I’m on my journey for that very reason, to discover my weaknesses and make them work for me, rather than against me. In a smaller sense, it’s also why I too am in this forest for training. I can appreciate the difficulty of such an undertaking.”
Meramon’s blue-white burning eyes searched the human female for a moment, “You say that you came out here for training, but you were relaxing when I first arrived and you don’t seem worn out. Did you only just get here?"
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Post by Becula on Feb 6, 2008 0:49:26 GMT -5
"No, I haven't been able to find anyone to spar with as of yet," Ami said. "So I suppose my training did turn into relaxation, though either is fine with me."
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Post by Vanga on Feb 6, 2008 1:36:55 GMT -5
Meramon toyed with the prospect of offering to train with the human female as he heard her words. It had been some time since he had been in a fight that wasn’t with real stakes on the line, usually he only saw combat when he stepped into a situation where others were getting hurt, situations that were none of his business but nonetheless made him feel compelled to lend his strength. He would have worried about hurting her, him being a champion-level digimon and her being the frail-looking creature that humans seemed to be. However, not only did he think it unwise to write her off entirely for being human, but he was also severely limited in what he could do in this forest if he wanted to hold to his self-training and not burn the woodlands around him to the ground.
“Coming out all this way without a partner? Ill planning on your part, don’t you think?” the fire-type asked with a humor tone to his crackling voice, “Especially considering your claim that training is a common thing to you.”
Of course, mock battles weren’t the only way to train. Meramon rarely had a sparring opponent since leaving his master’s home a number of years ago and had to make due with creative exercise regimens. He wondered how long the human would have been sitting here before she got imaginative if he hadn't come along when he did.
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Post by Becula on Feb 6, 2008 13:12:28 GMT -5
"A partner? I don't have one. I don't really need one, though," Ami said. "I can turn into a digimon. Only a rookie for now, but I plan on growing stronger."
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Post by Vanga on Feb 6, 2008 20:10:22 GMT -5
While the human had misunderstood his meaning about a partner, a training partner rather than a digimon partner, Meramon failed to correct her because his attention had been snagged somewhat by her last words. Being able to turn into a digimon? He wondered if he had caught her words correctly, or if he had simply misunderstood the meaning. It sounded ludicrous taken at face value, humans turning into digimon. But at the same time he was curious since it would certainly be a sight to see if it were true.
“Humans becoming digimon? Sounds like the stuff of fairytales to me.” Meramon pondered aloud, his sizzling voice sounding bemused, “How is that even possible?”
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Post by Becula on Feb 6, 2008 20:54:20 GMT -5
"Some guy did an experiment on me," Ami said. "Now I can turn into BlackSalamon. I can demonstrate, if you wish."
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Post by Vanga on Feb 6, 2008 21:35:58 GMT -5
The fire-type digimon only had to consider the human female’s offer for a moment. It was an interesting opportunity and he thought the type was a curious choice. Whoever did the experimenting picked a quadruped rookie rather than a bipedal type for a species like the humans who walked on two legs. Not to mention the fact that BlackSalamon was a virus type digimon, a peculiar choice to go alongside a peculiar experiment. In either case, it was likely a rare chance to see such a spectacle.
“I’d be a fool to pass up the opportunity,” Meramon replied with a chuckle that sent a few stray sparks into the air, dying out before they touched the ground. Bringing his legs up, he crossed them before him to get more comfortable for the show, so to speak, sinking a slight centimeter or so from the added heat putting pressure on the stone surface, “Please, proceed if you are willing.”
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