Yamato Ishida (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
angry_friendship_wolf) wrote2017-12-06 01:00 am
angry_friendship_wolf) wrote2017-12-06 01:00 am
[tri OOM] We're Going Digital
“Are the coordinates for the Digital World accurate?” Yamato asks, crouching down next to Koushiro as he worked at his laptop, out on the plaza in front of Tokyo Big Sight.
The glass building still shows the signs of their battle with Meicoomon seven weeks earlier. It looked like the Bureau hadn’t let anybody in close to start repairing it. It does, at least, mean nobody’s around except the eight of them, all clustered around Koushiro’s laptop, and Daigo.
“I received all the data from Himekawa-san,” Koushiro replies.
He’s still working when Maki arrives in a black SUV. She exits and approaches, face as stern as ever, and pulls out two objects.
In one hand, Ken Ichijouji’s palmtop computer. In the other, his digivice.
“The dark D-3,” Hikari says.
“You told me Ken and the others were fine,” Yamato growls. “Why do you have his digivice?”
“... It’s not Maki’s fault,” Daigo says, immediately. “She -- we didn’t want you to panic. The truth is, Ken Ichijouji has been missing for a while now, along with Daisuke Motomiya, Iori Hida, and Miyako Inoue.”
“From what we could glean, they were summoned to the Digital World,” Maki says, “and then were, for whatever reason, unable to return. That’s something you should consider before you make this trip: The risk that you’ll be stuck there is not only real and present, it’s happened before.”
Yamato makes a frustrated noise. “As if we could back out now that you’ve told us that.”
“If Daisuke and the others are trapped there, that’s just another reason we have to go,” Taichi says. “So that we can bring them back.”
Maki smiles. “I’m glad you think so.”
She approaches, setting the computer and Ken’s digivice down by Koushiro’s laptop. “Regardless, the Bureau has been independently analysing Ichijouji’s digivice. If your power can synchronise with it, you’ll be able to open a gate.”
“But our digivices aren’t even working,” Sora says.
“No,” Maki agrees. “But you still possess the power of the Crests.”
She backs away, giving them some distance, and one by one they point their digivices at the dark D-3, focusing.
The change is abrupt. The summer sun dims, plunging the entirety of Odaiba into night, as Ken’s digivice flickers and begins glowing.
With a wave of gentle warmth, the Crests of Hope and Light appear over Takeru and Hikari, burning yellow and pink. Yamato smells brine and feels salt on his skin as Jyou’s Crest of Reliability appears, emblazoned in silver light. Koushiro’s Crest of Knowledge manifests above him with a crackle of static electricity.
He focuses hard, thinking of Gabumon, and the Crest of Friendship suddenly plummets in temperature against his chest. With a flash of blue, the symbol appears above him, releasing waves of sharp, crackling cold.
With a flash of green and a flutter of pollen, Mimi’s Crest of Sincerity appears above her in green; with a whorl of wind, Sora’s Crest of Love appears above her in red.
Then, with a barrage of searing heat powerful enough that it drowns out Yamato’s cold, the eight-pointed sun of the Crest of Courage explodes into life above Taichi.
Ken’s digivice glows brilliantly white, then pink, then green, and flares to blinding brightless, before a line of yellow fire arcs out from it, dancing across the ground until it reaches the spot where their Digimon had vanished, and spiralling up into a roaring pillar of fire.
The gate above Odaiba is torn open with a violent crash.
Yamato turns to Taichi. “You still going?”
Taichi gives him a quick nod.
“Take care, everyone,” Daigo says.
Sora hesitates, staring with trepidation at the gate, as Koushiro gathers up his laptop and Ken’s possessions.
Mimi gives her a nudge. “What’s wrong?”
“It’s just -- a little scary. All of this,” Sora says.
“I’ve been thinking about this since Gomamon disappeared,” Jyou admits. “That I should work hard so that he can’t laugh at me the next time I see him.”
Yamato approaches Sora, settling a hand on her shoulder, giving it a quick squeeze. “It’ll be all right.”
One by one, they approach the gate, stepping into the light beneath it, and it pulls them upwards. For a moment, Yamato sees the whole of Odaiba stretched out beneath him: His apartment, the television station where his father works, Takeru and his mother’s apartment, the school …
And then he’s drawn into the event horizon of the gate, and all he can see is light.
The glass building still shows the signs of their battle with Meicoomon seven weeks earlier. It looked like the Bureau hadn’t let anybody in close to start repairing it. It does, at least, mean nobody’s around except the eight of them, all clustered around Koushiro’s laptop, and Daigo.
“I received all the data from Himekawa-san,” Koushiro replies.
He’s still working when Maki arrives in a black SUV. She exits and approaches, face as stern as ever, and pulls out two objects.
In one hand, Ken Ichijouji’s palmtop computer. In the other, his digivice.
“The dark D-3,” Hikari says.
“You told me Ken and the others were fine,” Yamato growls. “Why do you have his digivice?”
“... It’s not Maki’s fault,” Daigo says, immediately. “She -- we didn’t want you to panic. The truth is, Ken Ichijouji has been missing for a while now, along with Daisuke Motomiya, Iori Hida, and Miyako Inoue.”
“From what we could glean, they were summoned to the Digital World,” Maki says, “and then were, for whatever reason, unable to return. That’s something you should consider before you make this trip: The risk that you’ll be stuck there is not only real and present, it’s happened before.”
Yamato makes a frustrated noise. “As if we could back out now that you’ve told us that.”
“If Daisuke and the others are trapped there, that’s just another reason we have to go,” Taichi says. “So that we can bring them back.”
Maki smiles. “I’m glad you think so.”
She approaches, setting the computer and Ken’s digivice down by Koushiro’s laptop. “Regardless, the Bureau has been independently analysing Ichijouji’s digivice. If your power can synchronise with it, you’ll be able to open a gate.”
“But our digivices aren’t even working,” Sora says.
“No,” Maki agrees. “But you still possess the power of the Crests.”
She backs away, giving them some distance, and one by one they point their digivices at the dark D-3, focusing.
The change is abrupt. The summer sun dims, plunging the entirety of Odaiba into night, as Ken’s digivice flickers and begins glowing.
With a wave of gentle warmth, the Crests of Hope and Light appear over Takeru and Hikari, burning yellow and pink. Yamato smells brine and feels salt on his skin as Jyou’s Crest of Reliability appears, emblazoned in silver light. Koushiro’s Crest of Knowledge manifests above him with a crackle of static electricity.
He focuses hard, thinking of Gabumon, and the Crest of Friendship suddenly plummets in temperature against his chest. With a flash of blue, the symbol appears above him, releasing waves of sharp, crackling cold.
With a flash of green and a flutter of pollen, Mimi’s Crest of Sincerity appears above her in green; with a whorl of wind, Sora’s Crest of Love appears above her in red.
Then, with a barrage of searing heat powerful enough that it drowns out Yamato’s cold, the eight-pointed sun of the Crest of Courage explodes into life above Taichi.
Ken’s digivice glows brilliantly white, then pink, then green, and flares to blinding brightless, before a line of yellow fire arcs out from it, dancing across the ground until it reaches the spot where their Digimon had vanished, and spiralling up into a roaring pillar of fire.
The gate above Odaiba is torn open with a violent crash.
Yamato turns to Taichi. “You still going?”
Taichi gives him a quick nod.
“Take care, everyone,” Daigo says.
Sora hesitates, staring with trepidation at the gate, as Koushiro gathers up his laptop and Ken’s possessions.
Mimi gives her a nudge. “What’s wrong?”
“It’s just -- a little scary. All of this,” Sora says.
“I’ve been thinking about this since Gomamon disappeared,” Jyou admits. “That I should work hard so that he can’t laugh at me the next time I see him.”
Yamato approaches Sora, settling a hand on her shoulder, giving it a quick squeeze. “It’ll be all right.”
One by one, they approach the gate, stepping into the light beneath it, and it pulls them upwards. For a moment, Yamato sees the whole of Odaiba stretched out beneath him: His apartment, the television station where his father works, Takeru and his mother’s apartment, the school …
And then he’s drawn into the event horizon of the gate, and all he can see is light.