— Tsukaimon's ears drooped in frustrated disappointment. He'd expected at least one
of them to know what he was talking about. The diminutive Digimon gave a huff, and shifted back around on Alistair's shoulder. —
— The Southerner gave his new partner a wary look over his shoulder. He wondered who Bandai had hired to voice the ill-tempered Digimon. He didn't recognise them, whoever they were. It couldn't have been a child actor though, as Tsukaimon had sounded incredibly life-like, even while being strangled.—
"Yoo sum kinda more digivolved huumon?
— Alistair blinked in confusion. —
"What do you mean?"
—The Digimon goggled at him.—
"Why else would ya be so BIG? Yoo almost EGGED me too!
—Alistair sighed a little, but then smiled. Right. Of Course they wouldn't be programmed with the knowledge of what humans are.
"Naaah, we don't digivolve. Ah jus' trained some, ate raight, and hit tha jackpot in genes!"
— Tsukaimon mulled that over for a moment, the fangs of his lower jaw jutting out. —
" Yoo beat uppa buncha littler mons ev'ry day an' absorb deir data? An' got sum kinda... strong core program?
"Wha- the fff- What?! No!
Humans don't work that way either. We're made of flesh and bone, not data. But I guess
you could call genes a core program or something like that. I mean, they control what we look like, how well some organs work, and even how we think."
— The diminutive Digimon mulled it over some more, ears cocked in different directions. —
"Huuuh. So yoo beat uppa buncha littler ones ev'ry day an' eat-
"Uh uh. I don't beat up anything for food. Plus, food's only part of getting healthier, like I said. I have to break down muscle to get stronger, not just pile stuff on. "
— Tsukaimon goggled at him with even greater confusion. —
" Hellfier? Mussil?! Da frag are ya talkin' bout, huumon?
— Alistair rolled his eyes. This mon was shaping up to be a real elephant's child. But that he could even ask so many varied and non-game specific questions and respond to the Southerner's answers was an amazing feat of programming, not to mention foresight, on the developers' part. Still, this was going to be a long
" Aaaare we dere yet?
" Why not?
"It's a long way in a big damn jungle, remember?"
"So move fastaaaaah!
"No. I don't want heat-stroke."
" Daaaaaa OOOOOHH! Now yer jus' makin' excuses! Bleeuuuhhh!
— Alistair was fairly sure that when he got out of this game, he was going to throttle Weiss. At the least, he would give an earful to whomever was sadistic enough to give what felt like an incredibly realistic simulation of a steaming tropical jungle and its climate. Sweat streamed in rivulets down his face and neck, while he took deep breaths through his nose. He would have taken off his over shirt and stuffed it somewhere, but something refused to let him. A furry, short-tempered, chatty, and very warm
something lying flopped onto his shoulder, red tongue lolling from its mouth and wing-ears twitching. For such an animated creature, it certainly seemed lazy. —
" WHEN are we gonna get dere, Slowmon?!
"When we get there. Call whine-one-one, why don't you? Or better yet, FLY."
— The Digimon smacked his partner's head with a wing-ear, knocking the fedora askew. Alistair's teeth clenched. One more thing. Just try one more thing, you little...
And then, as if like a lovely if mouldering dream materialising, he saw the chateau in the distance. The climate had changed with their exit from the jungle, hot still but mercifully dry, and Alistair could swear that a cool breeze had whipped up. A slow smile worked its way up on his face to a grin. He adjusted his fedora to a jaunty angle. —
"Well ain't that purdeh. Haaahh!"
— He punched out with his left arm, nearly unseating the suddenly alert Tsukaimon, whose wing-ears began beating in excitement, fangs bared in a malicious expression. —
"Told ya we'd get dere! Time we gots us a piece-a-da action! Nyehhhh-heh-heh-heh-heh!
"Yeah, let's clean them out! CHAAAARR-wait."
— He was half-way through lunging forwards when he noticed the state two of his fellow players were in. Tsukaimon leapt off Alistair's shoulder speeding onward for a few meters, before he noticed that his Tamer wasn't following. The Digimon proceeded to puff himself up in impatient annoyance. —
"Hey, Joel, Olivia, you two alright? You look like yoah about to keel over."
edited 14th Oct '12 2:09:42 PM by Colonial1.1