I've been quite busy myself so I'm not even bothered in the slightest honestly! We have lives.
Willing to continue if the story does.
@A Tattooed Girl
Willing to continue if the story does.
@A Tattooed Girl
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Sorry for the misinformation and delay v_v
Haven't disappeared, just adjusting to a new schedule and workload. I have a very physically demanding job too so I haven't been my nocturnal self or very energized.
Haven't disappeared, just adjusting to a new schedule and workload. I have a very physically demanding job too so I haven't been my nocturnal self or very energized.
Zakai took his attention off the goofy pretty boy when Kuroda mentioned the Cyber Beast story from the news. He learned about the Cyber Beast rumor from online sources and saw the news clip on the internet as well. When he first heard about it he thought it was kind of funny, because he knew quite a bit about how data worked and humans were no where near manifesting data in such a way. But, Zakai was also well aware that there were things humans did not understand. And when Kuroda made an appearance on the news, it was interesting to him.
Why would Kuroda bother making a statement about a rumor; an event that appeared to be caused by a certain something but had no real evidence behind it and was laughable as even a theory. At the same time, this further peaked Zakai's interest for that same reason. The news was gullible and likely to follow any story for the sake of views, but if Kuroda bothered to make a statement then that could mean there was some kind of evidence to incriminate him. Or was he just interested in publicity also? Zakai did not really know anything about the man.
And then Kuroda answered the truth by explaining similar events were happening all over the world and actually being kept secret. Something was happening, at least, something that was causing danger to people. Still, what did that have to with this tour? Why they were all here? Zakai felt his stomach twist a little as he began to wonder if there really was a stronger connection to Kuroda then it seemed.
Moving closer to the projector, Giga Blast card still unconsciously in hand, Zakai kept his eyes locked on Kuroda as he finally was about to explain why he brought them here. He raised an eyebrow as he saw the Digimon cast and then simply blinked as Kuroda told them they were actually to be apart of Project Destiny, become Digidestined. Kuroda was saying this was real. Before Zakai could even begin to form an opinion on the matter, Kuroda took one of the D-Scanners and did the unbelievable.
As pixels emerged from the D-Scanner right before him and formed a Digimon, Zakai could only stare wide eyed and utter, "No way."
He watched as Kuroda handed one of the D-Scanners to the guy named Makoto. There was no time to question things. And was he about to miss out on a chance to see something incredible, experience events no other human had? Not a chance. He would accept the offer for now, see what this was all really about. The world might really be affected by this too. There was no doubt, he was doing this.
Zakai faced Kuroda. "I'm in."
Why would Kuroda bother making a statement about a rumor; an event that appeared to be caused by a certain something but had no real evidence behind it and was laughable as even a theory. At the same time, this further peaked Zakai's interest for that same reason. The news was gullible and likely to follow any story for the sake of views, but if Kuroda bothered to make a statement then that could mean there was some kind of evidence to incriminate him. Or was he just interested in publicity also? Zakai did not really know anything about the man.
And then Kuroda answered the truth by explaining similar events were happening all over the world and actually being kept secret. Something was happening, at least, something that was causing danger to people. Still, what did that have to with this tour? Why they were all here? Zakai felt his stomach twist a little as he began to wonder if there really was a stronger connection to Kuroda then it seemed.
Moving closer to the projector, Giga Blast card still unconsciously in hand, Zakai kept his eyes locked on Kuroda as he finally was about to explain why he brought them here. He raised an eyebrow as he saw the Digimon cast and then simply blinked as Kuroda told them they were actually to be apart of Project Destiny, become Digidestined. Kuroda was saying this was real. Before Zakai could even begin to form an opinion on the matter, Kuroda took one of the D-Scanners and did the unbelievable.
As pixels emerged from the D-Scanner right before him and formed a Digimon, Zakai could only stare wide eyed and utter, "No way."
He watched as Kuroda handed one of the D-Scanners to the guy named Makoto. There was no time to question things. And was he about to miss out on a chance to see something incredible, experience events no other human had? Not a chance. He would accept the offer for now, see what this was all really about. The world might really be affected by this too. There was no doubt, he was doing this.
Zakai faced Kuroda. "I'm in."
Been super busy and didn't realize the thread was moving again, sorry! Will post today.
Appreciating the short introduction, Zakai followed after Mr. Kuroda; to the side and towards the back of the group. The old man was pretty happy to have them here. He was expected to be friendly and grateful, of course. But there was definitely a happiness in the man's eyes that was more obvious to him than what showed on his face. Even if it was somewhat off. Walking into the programming room, he acknowledged how lucky he was to be there, but lingered behind the group with little excitement. It's not that he wasn't grateful, but this was exactly what he expected the programming to look like. He wasn't a professional per say, but he knew a thing or two about what went on behind the scenes with this sort of stuff. Numbers and the like came easy to him.
Upon entering the design department, his interest began to spark more however. How cool would it be to create your own Digimon? Zakai wondered, eyes darting around the room from canvas to canvas. Or, really be with your Digimon? In a virtual reality? For a moment Zakai fantasized at the thought of standing next to Machinedramon as he shouted himself, "Giga Cannon!", prompting his Digimon to fire a powerful blast from his immense cannons. That would be a dream come true. But his dreaming would have to wait, as the group was moving on and leaving him behind for the next department. Even the cold, quiet and stiff businesswoman analyzing every detail seemed to either forget or not care about him as Mr. Kuroda continued on with the tour.
Better not get lost here. Though, I might not mind at first, we haven't gotten to the good part yet, have we?
Zakai followed the group's trail, walking into the next department as Mr. Kuroda could be heard saying "Here is where some of the magic happens." Before he could even finish his speech Zakai was already dreaming again, envisioning Terriermon with Metalgreymon's claw. Then he began to picture what crazy things the next batch of Digimon cards would allow their Digimon to do. This is what he was waiting for. What they were all probably waiting for. To play.
Once Mr. Kuroda had given them permission to examine the decks of cards, Zakai instantaneously moved over to one of the available decks.
"Nice."
Looking at the first card of the deck, his eyes widened a bit when he saw the effect. A card that temporarily changed a Digimon's elemental damage. That could come in handy when in a tight spot. He continued flipping through several cards until he stopped, a grin suddenly emerging on his face.
"Giga Blast? No way."
In his hands was a card that granted a Digimon the power of Machinedramon, the aid of a single cannon. Despite being nothing more than a single cannon, the damage output was heavy, and no matter what the evolution of Digimon you equipped. But the higher the evolution of Digimon, the higher the multiplier on the cannon's damage. This would be a useful wild card, helpful in a variety of situations. This time Zakai wasn't daydreaming. He was actually thinking of how he could use this card with Digimon he'd used and eagerly anticipating the opportunity to test it out.
A phone went off and interrupted Zakai's thoughts. He turned slightly, eyes locking onto the boy with the pink hair. What was he doing on the phone at a time like this? Surely whoever was calling him could wait. Why was his phone even on if not on vibrate? He raised an eyebrow as he watched the boy fumble around in his bag and on his phone. Looks like he wasn't the only odd one around here. But then, he was paying as little attention to the others as they were to him right now because he was so wrapped up in thoughts about Digimon. Who were these people next to him really? They all seemed so different from one another and yet they all must have been really good Digimon players. Or have something in common that Mr. Kuroda wanted to invite them all the way out here, to this. He twirled one of his many dreadlocks between his fingers. This would be an interesting time.
Upon entering the design department, his interest began to spark more however. How cool would it be to create your own Digimon? Zakai wondered, eyes darting around the room from canvas to canvas. Or, really be with your Digimon? In a virtual reality? For a moment Zakai fantasized at the thought of standing next to Machinedramon as he shouted himself, "Giga Cannon!", prompting his Digimon to fire a powerful blast from his immense cannons. That would be a dream come true. But his dreaming would have to wait, as the group was moving on and leaving him behind for the next department. Even the cold, quiet and stiff businesswoman analyzing every detail seemed to either forget or not care about him as Mr. Kuroda continued on with the tour.
Better not get lost here. Though, I might not mind at first, we haven't gotten to the good part yet, have we?
Zakai followed the group's trail, walking into the next department as Mr. Kuroda could be heard saying "Here is where some of the magic happens." Before he could even finish his speech Zakai was already dreaming again, envisioning Terriermon with Metalgreymon's claw. Then he began to picture what crazy things the next batch of Digimon cards would allow their Digimon to do. This is what he was waiting for. What they were all probably waiting for. To play.
Once Mr. Kuroda had given them permission to examine the decks of cards, Zakai instantaneously moved over to one of the available decks.
"Nice."
Looking at the first card of the deck, his eyes widened a bit when he saw the effect. A card that temporarily changed a Digimon's elemental damage. That could come in handy when in a tight spot. He continued flipping through several cards until he stopped, a grin suddenly emerging on his face.
"Giga Blast? No way."
In his hands was a card that granted a Digimon the power of Machinedramon, the aid of a single cannon. Despite being nothing more than a single cannon, the damage output was heavy, and no matter what the evolution of Digimon you equipped. But the higher the evolution of Digimon, the higher the multiplier on the cannon's damage. This would be a useful wild card, helpful in a variety of situations. This time Zakai wasn't daydreaming. He was actually thinking of how he could use this card with Digimon he'd used and eagerly anticipating the opportunity to test it out.
A phone went off and interrupted Zakai's thoughts. He turned slightly, eyes locking onto the boy with the pink hair. What was he doing on the phone at a time like this? Surely whoever was calling him could wait. Why was his phone even on if not on vibrate? He raised an eyebrow as he watched the boy fumble around in his bag and on his phone. Looks like he wasn't the only odd one around here. But then, he was paying as little attention to the others as they were to him right now because he was so wrapped up in thoughts about Digimon. Who were these people next to him really? They all seemed so different from one another and yet they all must have been really good Digimon players. Or have something in common that Mr. Kuroda wanted to invite them all the way out here, to this. He twirled one of his many dreadlocks between his fingers. This would be an interesting time.
@CrumbsIf you're thanking us for sticking with you then thank you for not kicking me out!
Because I've been AWOL the last 3 or 4 days lol. Life has kept me busy.
I hope things start to look up for you soon. Sending over good energy!
Because I've been AWOL the last 3 or 4 days lol. Life has kept me busy.
I hope things start to look up for you soon. Sending over good energy!
I come back and we're having Japanese lessons haha?
For anyone that owns a PS4 and wants to learn Japanese, there's a game (I don't remember the name) that teaches you.
Pretty sure it was for PS4 and not PC.
For anyone that owns a PS4 and wants to learn Japanese, there's a game (I don't remember the name) that teaches you.
Pretty sure it was for PS4 and not PC.
I somehow understood the bump with context clues lol.
Outside in one of the open areas of the Asylum, likely once a courtyard for doctors, guests, and time outside for patients, there was now dry dirt littered with several pieces of exercise equipment. It wasn't the main gym of their stronghold, but there was a punching bag, bands, weights, medicine balls. Next to the punching bag, a man was lying down in the dirt, staring up at the sky. His shaggy blond curls almost covered his eyes as he lie there chewing on what seemed to be the bone of a small animal. His teeth moved slowly but powerfully, as if he was half focusing on the bone and half focusing on a drifting cloud or something.
"What am I doing here?"
There was a sudden crunch sound as a part of the bone was crushed between Jace's teeth. His teeth and jaw were not always as strong as they were now. After transforming so many times throughout his life, they seemed to grow in strength over time. Nothing compared to his wolf bite still, but definitely much more lethal than that of a normal human bite.
"Things aren't so different . . ."
Jace had joined this group of survivors to gain an advantage in his own survival, but things weren't going too smoothly since he joined up with them. Food was still extremely scarce, considering rations had to be done for a large group of people and their pets. And he couldn't even join the hunting group to help bring in more food, as he had not earned enough trust to go on hunting, scouting, or guard jobs. All he could do was go on routine patrols with a unit of wolves. But nothing alone.
There was another crunch sound and Jace tossed the bone to the side.
So far all he had done up to now was go through their kind of rough initiation (rough as in, sloppy and drawn out but not difficult considering he was a wolf). That and one patrol job. Besides that he was usually listening to pointless debriefings for missions he'd have no part in, high security nights where his only responsibility was worrying about what's inside the Asylum already, and lie around all day when not exercising.
There wasn't much room for him to run around in wolf form anywhere in this Asylum either, at least, not in the areas he had access to. That was another thing. Jace could not navigate most of the Asylum districts, as he was still earning his keep and under evaluation.
After exhaling a deep breath, Jace moved one hand from his white tank top to underneath his head and the other inside the pocket of his loose fit tan pants. His knees were raised up off the ground, bare feet resting on the warm dirt. All he could do was wait for the job that would prove him worthy. Hopefully. Because if things didn't pick up soon, perhaps he'd be better off alone anyway. Jace was used to being alone and not having human luxury, so the Asylum itself wasn't as much of a benefit on its own to him, as it was to others. In fact, some would say Jace enjoyed being a wolf more than being a human. At the very least, it was easier to survive, especially when on the run your entire life.
"What am I doing here?"
There was a sudden crunch sound as a part of the bone was crushed between Jace's teeth. His teeth and jaw were not always as strong as they were now. After transforming so many times throughout his life, they seemed to grow in strength over time. Nothing compared to his wolf bite still, but definitely much more lethal than that of a normal human bite.
"Things aren't so different . . ."
Jace had joined this group of survivors to gain an advantage in his own survival, but things weren't going too smoothly since he joined up with them. Food was still extremely scarce, considering rations had to be done for a large group of people and their pets. And he couldn't even join the hunting group to help bring in more food, as he had not earned enough trust to go on hunting, scouting, or guard jobs. All he could do was go on routine patrols with a unit of wolves. But nothing alone.
There was another crunch sound and Jace tossed the bone to the side.
So far all he had done up to now was go through their kind of rough initiation (rough as in, sloppy and drawn out but not difficult considering he was a wolf). That and one patrol job. Besides that he was usually listening to pointless debriefings for missions he'd have no part in, high security nights where his only responsibility was worrying about what's inside the Asylum already, and lie around all day when not exercising.
There wasn't much room for him to run around in wolf form anywhere in this Asylum either, at least, not in the areas he had access to. That was another thing. Jace could not navigate most of the Asylum districts, as he was still earning his keep and under evaluation.
After exhaling a deep breath, Jace moved one hand from his white tank top to underneath his head and the other inside the pocket of his loose fit tan pants. His knees were raised up off the ground, bare feet resting on the warm dirt. All he could do was wait for the job that would prove him worthy. Hopefully. Because if things didn't pick up soon, perhaps he'd be better off alone anyway. Jace was used to being alone and not having human luxury, so the Asylum itself wasn't as much of a benefit on its own to him, as it was to others. In fact, some would say Jace enjoyed being a wolf more than being a human. At the very least, it was easier to survive, especially when on the run your entire life.
@A Tattooed GirlThat's big news, don't worry about it!
This new year has started crazy for a lot of us I think haha.
This new year has started crazy for a lot of us I think haha.
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