Post by matthew mcdermott on May 15, 2016 21:24:38 GMT -5
I know that I know nothing "You silly little hag... We were born at the same time. You just fought a lot more - I was always doing my best to heal you." yeah, i'll be there. just... doing some clean-up. ~ It was unusual. It was strange and unusual how quickly Matthew adapted to such a world in such a short amount of time. It wasn't because of Claire or Juliette, or the sensation of pain he inflicted upon himself to prove a false point. It wasn't because of this bond to a small team he made, nor was it the passing of days and nights. He could gaze at the false moon and he'd see nothing but the real image. He could stare at the false sun and feel his eyes burning until blind. He could lay down in this seat, aboard a sentient train and continue to relive that memory in a dream. That's just what Matthew did, with Margot seated on his lap and curled up, her breaths matching her Tamer's. The soothing sound of rain made it easier to fall asleep. ~ The sun was burning on his wet skin. He had left the two women and creatures alone, fleeing into the woods beyond the coastline. His lips were pressed to the palm of his hand, sucking his own blood and hopefully closing the wound temporarily. He wasn't running, but his pace was just a second too fast for regular walking. The forest was making noises, and the threat of something smelling his blood was at risk of growing too fast in too few blinks. His only option was to continue in the direction he had started from, and pray that civilization was nearby. They had offered to help, but he kindly refused. At least, he might've. It had been days since that moment in time occurred. It felt like he was walking for hours, and he most likely was, though the sun was still high in the sky. Just a few feet in front of him, he could see a grand wall and gate. There was nobody present, and passing through was literally as easy as taking a single step. Before him was a city that put even his own home to shame. Buildings of marble and stone lined a beautiful shimmering street. The smell of seafood and saltwater hung thickly in the air, causing Matthew to begin walking without realizing. There were humans, some dabbling in marketplace transactions and others loading up boxes and crates and whatnot to carts. Fresh bread was now hitting the nostrils, letting saliva flow into the cut. He let go of his hand, and then stopped in his tracks to turn around. The humans were not the only ones partaking in these glorious moments. Small, child-like beings with bun-shaped hats were cooking; Red and blue and orange dragons had begin lifting some of those crates; Bandana-wearing Imps and gecko-like creatures with horns were setting up to play music. There were even blobs of various color and shape, and dark-blue tadpoles playing shopkeep or browsing those very shops. The humans weren't even pretending to be concerned or even showing signs of discomfort. They were naturally living with these creatures? How? Shouldn't they be looking for a way to get home? Surely those two before were just acting- "People commonly enter the Digital World through electronic malfunction," Commonly? Enter through? How long had people been coming here? The fact she had phrased it in such a way meant that leaving was just as simple. Matthew's right hand reached for the pocket containing the device he mistook as a cellphone. The design was different than what he remembered, but perhaps... "Excuse me! Are you alright, sir?" The sounds of the streets slowly came back to life, and that one in particular stood out. Setting his hand back to his side, Matthew took a deep breath and turned around. A small green blob of mucus with a pacifier was moving around one of those geckos. The lizard had its arms crossed and a worried frown about its mouth. He swallowed hard. "I'm fine. I'm just..." "Your clothes are damp and your hand says otherwise; it's bleeding." A thin arm and claw pointed to Matthew's right hand. He opened it up, palm to the sky and blinked as a drop of blood fell to the ground. Before he could pull it back, the Gecko grabbed his hand and started to pull. "My house is nearby. I'll patch that up for ya quick and free." The voice was wheezy and masculine, and his skin was slimy and scaly, just like a gecko after taking a dip or catching the tail end of a rain shower. Matthew didn't flinch, but followed without a chance to decline. Just as he said, the lizard's house was only a few minutes away. Though it was small, there was enough room between Matthew's head and the ceiling. Chairs were awkward to sit down on, and there was more comfort in finding a corner of the room to sit cross-legged. "You may wanna take that jacket off. And I doubt you've a spare change of leggings, so you may wanna head next door. The building is empty and humans often rent it out; they have something called a washing machine and dryer in there. Now, hold still. The humans say this stuff helps a lot, but hurts like a Kunemon's stinger." Cotton balls were used to dab the blood, and then more coated with hydrogen peroxide to disinfect. It stung for a few seconds, but the gauze and wrappings had enough pressure applied to forget about it. The building next door was visited after a reluctant "Thank you." All of his clothes had to be thrown into the washer, and any other items were placed under a lamp to dry off. He sat there, in nothing but a towel for an hour. Every now and then, he'd look behind him, thinking someone was there. Only twice did he get up; once to check for that presence, and once to take out his freshened up clothing and get dressed. The streets were explored again, in silence, and that same feeling of being stalked was larger. Around the corner of a street, Matthew clung his back to the wall of a nearby building, his eyes focused on that same corner. Two minutes. Two minutes and that blob of mucus showed up, startled and blushing. He wanted to yell, but the pacifier threw him off. Instead, he sighed and stepped forward, crouching before the entity. "You've been following me, haven't you? It made no noise, but its blush deepened. Matthew shook his head and stood back up, pointing in the rough direction of that gecko's building. "He might be worried about you. You should go home." The streets were starting to lose foot traffic. The sun above was nearing closer to the horizon. Whimpering and making sucking noises, the green blob looked at Matthew, and then the street. It did this twice before finally shutting her eyes and glowing. Matthew stepped back, falling onto his rear and he watched the being change. Though still small and now without pacifier, it was now pink and grew arms. Its eyes were bigger and there was a strange scar on its belly. "Gah! I hate forcing myself to digivolve, but I can't speak in that form. What I want to say is..." She stopped, looking at Matthew. His lower lip was shaking and he was starting to crawl backwards. Just when he was starting to get used to seeing these creatures, he never expected they could transform. "Um... Oh! I'm so sorry! You must be new to the Digital World. And I just up and transformed like that- I am terribly sorry! But... Like I said, I can't talk in... that form." The two remained there, Matthew taking deep breaths and shutting his eyes, while she bit her finger and looked around. "Please," She perked up and moved a little closer, stopping only as he put out his bandaged hand. "I need some fresh air and a moment to take this all in." There were five seconds of total silence. "... I know a place in the Highlands where you can do just that. If you want to, follow me. Though, this might confuse you... I can do that transforming thing again." "Just lead the way.... Uh," "Margot. My name is Margot." ~ "And that, my dear Matthew, is called digivolution. Those two women you met on Coela's shore were not lying. And if I hear you ask if you're dead one more time, I will gnaw on your skull whilst you slumber, young man!" "What, er, species... did you say were again?" "I am an Otamamon. As for what I was previously, they were known as Bubbmon and Mochimon. I've heard other forms of their names too, but that isn't important. What is, however, is that we are very much real." ~ A Digital Monster, or Digimon for short, are mysterious lifeforms that take shape depending on the data they've absorbed through various means. When enough of a specific type of data is consumed, they can ascend to a stage more powerful than the previous one. This is Digivolution. The origin of this species was lost to time, and the doors to the Digital World were constantly opened and closed. The device Matthew carried was called a Digital Device, or Digivice. While primarily used as a means of aiding in certain aspects of a Digimon's life, it came in different types and were equipped with amazing functions. Matthew could've left this world for his home in Maryland. He could've taken that device from his pocket and left Margot to live her life, but he didn't. She was much older and wiser than she seemed. She was attracted to and drawn to him. Neither of them knew why, but they would find out sooner or later. The Trailmon had slowed down to a stop, waking both Matthew and Margot from their slumber. The signal on his digivice was pointing due north. The Ringbound Meeting was about to begin. "You know... You never really told me what that woman was like- the one with the Lekismon. In fact, you never said anything about this Ringbound Group until after the attack on Triton." "I can't lie to you, Margot; my memory of that event is hazy. What I do know is that I can trust Claire. She helped me a hell of a lot more than that other woman..." i find it hard to smile these days the world is coming to hell, my parents aren't here to guide me around, and all my friends are living in fancy rectangles the sun hurts and yet i find comfort in the rain there's something special and quaint, knowing the world and heavens can cry | i feel it's gonna rain  memories MADE BY VEL OF GS |
