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Post by vating on Aug 10, 2018 4:14:10 GMT
Teeker and Sagit had found their way into a fast food restaurant with Teeker carrying a backpack of research notes, star charts, and other assorted documents. They ordered some food, sat down in a booth and started setting different star charges that made a map of their local cluster of stars within the galaxy, and the nearby clusters. It cut into a lot of unexplored space, just the way he liked it. The papers hung off the booth's table a little once they were all laid out.
Teeker pulled out a light blue marker as he began plotting their next exploration course. "Okay, so I say we start at Aqui because of the world that looks as though it might be made almost entirely of an ocean. If the air pressure is within acceptable limits, we might be able to get a very nice colony built up there, might even be life within the oceans."
"Soooo... That's good, right?"
"Very much so little buddy, very much so. Anyways, after that, we'll go to Leftanis as it has a possibly habitable world, then Jaktan to go observe some really interesting worlds up close."
"Alright, so only those three systems for now?"
"Yeah, nice quick trip, shouldn't take too long with our jump drives, give or take a week or two."
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Post by Kano Hans on Aug 11, 2018 13:52:18 GMT
"GET YER FILTHY HANDS OFF ME YA SHITE" the eruption of Kano's voice would echo through the open fast food joints. Multiple stores worth of people being attracted to the scene of a massive old man in a wheelchair, seemingly being harassed by uniformed guards. The vandalized wheelchair rough and old, as he forced his way through and towards a less disruptive area, the guards shrugging at what to do. You can't just manhandle someone like Kano. For all they knew, he could die from being moved too much. He may as well be dust at this point, and the lightest breeze could probably put him in an autopsy. With this at hand, he would escape the public eye by maneuvering his way into store, eyeing the people around him with much ease and leisure. That was, until he saw Teeker.
The young man was looking over papers of sort, something Kano could barely see with his glasses. What mostly caught his eye, was the Patamon. More specifically, the fact that he didn't know what a Patamon was. To him, it looked like a Tsukaimon with a severe disability. Like something you quarantine out of fear of spreading the black death. Every inch of him wanting to confront this young man and his digimon with hopes of figuring out what in god's name is wrong with it.
"'Scuse me lad, but you wouldn't happen to be able to answer a few questions now would ya?" the ancient man would question, rising shakily from his wheelchair so that his form and figure of eight feet would loom over the man. The face entitled with the least amount of possible fucks being given striking hard, yet his voice soothing and clear. He would begin to wave around an old rusty dime, looking impressed, before continuing. "I can make it worth your while. Back in my day, one of these could buy you a soda pop from the local mart." he would go on, possibly senile, possibly not.
As this all happened, from under his five jackets would crawl the little deformed purple Tsukaimon. Its snaggle teeth showing from it's upper lips like a little orc's face, and one of it's wings being exceptionally larger than the other. It's whole body looking like a horror story reject that would fail a scaring contest for being a professional. It would not speak in a voice or tone, but rather a hiss at the Patamon, spitting vile liquids onto the ground as it declared its dominance. "Now now Dully, don't get too upset. They look like nice fellers. If you behave, I'll let you chew on the rocks back in the ship."
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Post by Gill A. Mesh on Aug 11, 2018 14:10:35 GMT
There was nothing that pissed off Gill more than an empty stomach and an empty wallet, and today was just one of those days it seemed. With his eyes prowling the surroundings, the thin frames male made his way about the food court, his eyes peeled for any food that was just lying on tables for him to take. There appeared to be a ruckus going on nearby, an older man taking his time to fight off some security from the looks of it, this was the perfect time for Gill to strike.
"Bunker, get your hands ready, we're going to 'borrow' a bite or two."
Gill's voice lowered as he spoke to the Ludomon that was following beside him, with a nod the Digimon pulled his hands from under the shields, ready to grab what he could manage. While no one was watching the pair picked off one item at a time from a few of the table and hid them in their clothing. Motioning for the Digimon to follow him, Gill and Bunker ran to the less occupied area, ironically to the location that the old man earlier was at, seemingly harassing some egghead.
"'Ey gramps, that coin worth anything? Doesn't look like a credit."
Rolling his cigar between his teeth as he started to eat at the stolen food he pulled from his clothing, Gill walked around the table, peering at the star charts, recognizing some constellations that he made out in his mind, but beyond that, it was all Greek to him. Puffing a thick layer of smoke as he waited for the old man to talk, he took a chair from a nearby table and sat down, propping his feet on top of Bunker's head, the curvature of the shield a perfect curve for someone's ankles after all.
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Post by vating on Aug 12, 2018 6:09:45 GMT
Sagit and Teeker looked up from their excited work to see an old man staring at them. He seemed to be asking for a favor. Teeker didn't have any reason to say no, though it would be taking him out of his work for a little most likely, which isn't the greatest, but oh well. "Uhh, sure sir. Don't worry about paying us anything. What do you need?"
As he spoke, Sagit got quite curious about the movement in the old man's overabundance of jackets, jumping back in surprise when a little demon thing popped out of it. At the sheer sight of it, Teeker was somewhat disturbed as well... Hopefully this wasn't all gonna result in batshit crazy Digimon that looked starved. Of course, Sagit hovered over next to Teeker and whispered, "I don't think he's all here..."
Teeker wanted to agree, but whispered back, "Be polite Sagit, they're respectable people..."
Then, some other crazy dude came barging in asking about the value of the coin. Teeker had already examined it from his current distance and responded, "Popular among collectors, anything with collector's value is worth a little." Why did he say that much detail out loud? Oh well, just keep examining away.
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Post by Kano Hans on Aug 14, 2018 7:56:54 GMT
"I'm all here ya git. The only thing that's missing is a few toes and my certificate for spaceship piloting... Actually, I'm not sure if I still have that or not..." Kano would question while rubbing his chin with one hand, petting the odd abomination that was Dully Hans with his other. The little beast curled up in his jacket in a mangy manner, like a raccoon trying to escape a trashcan. The old man himself would take a seat, had a dulled look on his face, before directing his attention to the greaser, who called him gramps. His mind boggled for a moment, cycling through all of his memories. Y-Your not my actual grandchild are you..." He would begin to wonder, before becoming toxic-ly loud and rough, jumping up and pointing a bony finger at him and getting rough. "Tell your damn mom I'm not paying my ex-wife her child support. I haven't done it for the past hundr'd years and I wont do it now god damn it." he would say roughly, ignoring the other male for a stationary moment.
Short and sweet >.>
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Post by Gill A. Mesh on Aug 16, 2018 21:32:02 GMT
Gill was hoping to relax some after taking his seat, but it seemed that the old dude took insult to him calling him 'gramps', that or he wasn't all there. Either way, he starting spitting off something about child support and refusing to pay it. Honestly, it was all too hilarious, Gill had to take a moment to laugh at this before composing himself to continue talking to the old guy.
"Old dude, I'm far too amazing to be related to you somehow, so you keep what few pennies you still have left."
Gill took his feet off of Bunker as he spoke, turning to the old guy and flipping the chair around do that the back was in the front. The shield Digimon let out a light sigh of relief as Gill did so, wiping at his brow. Glancing once more over to the other guy who seemed to be marking some sort of path now that Gill could get a better view of everything, his interests were piqued.
"I'll take it you're one o' those explorin' types? Momma always told me my daddy was one o' those, didn't see him once in my life. Ungrateful bastard."
Gill inquired to the younger male... or he assumed younger than the old guy at least. He rolled his eyes as he reached the last part of his statement, letting out a long and drawn breath on his smoke, releasing the cloud in everyone's face, if he was lucky the old guy would choke and fall asleep or something. Resting the smoke back in his mouth, he would wait for a response to be elicited from either party.
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Post by vating on Aug 18, 2018 19:36:50 GMT
Teeker stared at the old man as her spoke, totally thinking he's crazy, but doing his best not to show it. It only became harder when he responded to the guy who called him gramps. "Uhh... Sir, I think it's just a figure of speech, he's not serious... I hope..." He glanced to Sagit, then back to the mess that is what is in front of him.
Sagit landed on his shoulder then whispered into his ear, "Let's not go out to eat while we work next time..."
Teeker simply nodded, then turned to the much younger man asking about his work. Finally, some sense of sanity in this mess. "Yep, I'm going on to a few solar systems with potentially habitable planets to explore and see if we can colonize them or exploit their natural resources. So little of the Universe around us has even been explored. So we gotta start out somewhere."
He just ignored the part about the guy's dad leaving them for that. He wasn't married or had any kids he was leaving behind, so it shouldn't be a problem for him.
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Post by Kano Hans on Aug 22, 2018 11:59:06 GMT
"Ye ye ye say what you want, but I'mma watchin' you young man" Kano would say, pointing conspicuously at the greaser type before looking towards the star maps with a curious nature in his eye. He'd seen them before for years, and knew them quite well, though he had not seen anything remotely like the star maps this boy was using. They looked like undiscovered territory, or possibly areas he'd simply avoided for god-knows-what reason. However, the idea of more youngin's getting out into the universe and exploring slightly enlightened the man. He remembered those days all those years ago. When he stole his first spaceship and wrecked it on a random asteroid. Good times... Good times... "So I be guessin' you're planning a run o' sorts? Ya know, back in my day, I was a very well known adventurer. I spent many a year in the emptiness of space as I went from asteroid to planet, void to endless void with hopes of finding the perfect place to build a space home, have kids, and overall plan the complete and total domination of the entire universe through sheer force of will and the destruction of orbital space stations!" he would go to mumble on, prodding Dully Hans with his bitch smacking stick, the little beast crawling back into the jacket and curling up in an over sized pocket, sleeping for the time being.
"Now.... I completely forgot what I wanted to ask ya... Eh, fuck it. What're you two up to? How are the kids today... heh. I'm pretty hip for my old age. I've only had three replacements."
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Post by Gill A. Mesh on Sept 16, 2018 20:10:35 GMT
satisfied with the answers that he had been given, Gill took a long pull from the cigarette he had between his teeth, holding the smoke in for a moment, he was going to let it out in a nice stream, but as the old man spoke of world domination he couldn't help but choke on the smoke for a moment as he had to stifle his amusement as he did so.
"You're one crazy old shit aren't you?"
Still chuckling a bit as he tossed his cigarette to the side, to avoid another incident like before. Bunker pushed offGill's legs, throwing the human off balance as he pondered the old guy, he still remembered his days as a militant with similar motives and they rarely made any significant headways towards dominating anything or anyone for that matter. Stretching his short, puppet-like arms he took off his helmet, revealing the bear-shaped patchwork underneath.
"See this crack right here, or this hole here? I got these on a similar mission when I was... younger."
Bunker showed the helmet to everyone around, pointing out various mars and smears along with these two major points of damage to his helmet as he said so.
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Post by vating on Oct 4, 2018 2:35:04 GMT
Teeker was about to answer the old man's question when Kano had responded rather quickly, bluntly, and rudely. Huh... He looked to Sagit, who was as lost as he was at the moment. "Okay... Umm... So anyways, aside from random injuries being shown off... That sounds very interesting sir. Did you find anything unique or interesting?" He said this quite eagerly, completely ignoring the crazy part of world domination and such.
Sagit looked at Bunkers dings and holes. "How many times have you been hit? You got dings all over ya!" He clearly lacked the respect that Teeker often tried to use when speaking to others.
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