Yamato Ishida (
angry_friendship_wolf) wrote2018-08-07 10:12 pm
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[tri OOM] Barry, Cisco, and File Island
Yamato brings Barry and Cisco out through the same hilltop telephone booth he used to bring Autor through a few weeks back, out onto a cliff with a pretty good view of the island.
The island's central point is a mountain that looks more like a sheer spike of rock, and radiating outwards from it are a lot of very different places: Closest to the mountain, there's a pastel-coloured village of some kind that looks like it might be made of cushions; a tropical jungle with a ruined temple of black and brown stone jutting out of it; and a desert with gear markings carved into the ground and a single, leafy mountain in the centre.
Spreading out further than that, there are forests; some kind of icy tundra; a large town with a glittering white castle; a small village covered by a dark cloud; some kind of factory belching smoke into the air; and a plain covered in railroad tracks and ruined trains. Just down from the cliff, there's a lake with a camp set up next to it.
"All right, File Island," Yamato says, shutting the door. "Oldest part of the Digital World."
The island's central point is a mountain that looks more like a sheer spike of rock, and radiating outwards from it are a lot of very different places: Closest to the mountain, there's a pastel-coloured village of some kind that looks like it might be made of cushions; a tropical jungle with a ruined temple of black and brown stone jutting out of it; and a desert with gear markings carved into the ground and a single, leafy mountain in the centre.
Spreading out further than that, there are forests; some kind of icy tundra; a large town with a glittering white castle; a small village covered by a dark cloud; some kind of factory belching smoke into the air; and a plain covered in railroad tracks and ruined trains. Just down from the cliff, there's a lake with a camp set up next to it.
"All right, File Island," Yamato says, shutting the door. "Oldest part of the Digital World."
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"Fire, you say? That sounds... fun."
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He gives Cisco a sidelong glance, flashing a momentary grin.
"Don't tell me you're afraid of fire-people as well as bees," he says. "Although, er, one of our other lieutenants was made of snow. They got along fine, just, y'know. At a distance."
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"Elecmon, just how many eggs and little Digimon are you taking care of here?"
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Elecmon pauses at the question, thinking about it.
"Tough to say," he says, eventually. "When I woke up after the Reboot, eggs were practically raining from the sky, but most of those have already hatched and gone out into the world. There can't be more than one or two hundred here now."
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Elecmon gives a quick nod. "Not for long, though. Once they evolve to their Baby II forms, they leave -- some of them go to villages nearby, or Whamon ferries them over to Server. Everyone passes through here, but it ain't like I'm raising them to all the way to Adult."
"Tsunomon's a Baby II right now," Yamato supplies, to give Barry an idea of what they're like when they leave the Village. "So, head-sized balls of fur, in the main."
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Elecmon gives Barry a crooked smile -- as much as a rabbit can smile, at least. "Someone has to. None of them can feed themselves, after all, it'd be chaos if nobody kept an eye on them."
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It'd be great to get some readings on a Digimon as it goes through the process.
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He bounds off across the Village, then returns with what looks like a massively oversized sunflower seed with a leaf protruding from the top of its head.
"Here," he says, holding out the seed. "Take some milk, too."
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"Wait, what?" Awkwardly he reaches out.
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Yamato chuckles, nudging Cisco's back lightly with his fist. "You must've done this with GP before, right?"
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GP is quite the voracious chick.
Still, Cisco gives it a go, and when the Digimon starts to drink from the bottle he smiles.
"There you go. It's good, right?"
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"I think she likes you."
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He gives the little Digimon a wry look, as Elecmon steps back.
She drinks for about a minute, then suddenly starts to glow -- softly at first, then brighter and brighter, giving off both light and heat.
Her physical form collapses into glowing blocks, revealing what looks to be a rotating, pink, glowing glass sphere, before the blocks reassemble themselves into a head-sized pink blob with eyes, a mouth, and a blue flower growing out the top.
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At first he's startled by the glow, and the heat, but bravely hangs on hoping he's not about to be nuked.
Watching the transformation, he laughs in utter delight when it's complete, holding onto the Digimon in her new form.
"Happy Evo Day, Bluebell." Yes, he just named the event and the Digimon in one. Boom.
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"She'll be wantin' to go to the Pyokomon village over in the Gear Desert," Elecmon notes. "... Don't worry, I'm not going to throw her out immediately. I'll give her some time to adjust, see if I can't find someone to escort her. Monzaemon, maybe."
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"The desert, huh? Will she need sunscreen? I packed some."
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