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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"I'm sure we'll all be fine," he says diplomatically to both Yamato and Cisco.
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Barry is an angel sent from heaven, clearly.
As they circle the edge of Mount Infinity -- which, up close, really does appear to just be a massive spike of rock wedged into the ground -- there is the distant but unmistakable sound of trains, seemingly coming from within the mountain itself, reverberating under their feet every so often.
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Rather than a slow change in landscape, though, it looks like the plain they're walking on just stops as the forest starts, like someone drew a line across the ground and put 'grassy plains' on one side and 'fog and trees' on the other.
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The misty forest makes him stop talking and walking, and Cisco eyes the trees warily.
"We're going through there?" Between the fog and the rumbling it all seems just a little too ominous for Cisco's taste.
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"Dude it's fine."
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Well.
Actually if it comes down to people protecting any of them, Yamato supposes that'll have to be Barry's job.
Still.
"I promise there's nothing dangerous in the Misty Woods," he says, stepping just barely into it. "Trust me on this."
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That said, Cisco is totally not scared and proves it by giving a sort of hop to readjust the straps on his backpack, and then marching into the trees.
He of course only goes a few steps before slowing to let Barry or Yamato take the lead.
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"The scenery and climate changes are pretty sudden around here," he notes to Yamato while checking out the mist. "How does weather even work here?"
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"Weather tends to be, er -- appropriate for whatever the climate is, but it'll stop at the edge of whatever area it's in, usually," he says, stuffing his hands in his pockets. "Everything's localised, and there's not really any overlap. The weather changes pretty suddenly, too -- there's no atmospheric pressure change or anything to do a weather forecast with, it'll just switch over from sun to rain and back again."
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"Wait, can you just-- walk right there, okay?" Cisco shoves on Barry's arm and points to a spot that will mean Yamato is in front and Barry will be just behind Cisco.
No way is he going to be the one in the back who gets snatched up while the others are all unawares.
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"It's crazy how that works. But then, considering how and what this place is made of, I guess it does kind of make sense."
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It seems to be stocked exclusively with purple cans, all with the word 'GRAPE?!' written on them in beautiful cursive.
"Areas on File Island are all pretty small -- and the island's odd in that it's got mechanisms for splitting up all the areas and sending them sailing away from Mount Infinity and the Village of Beginnings anyway -- so it's more noticeable, but elsewhere, where individual areas can be huge, it's a lot less obvious."
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At the vending machine he stops, looking it over uncertainly.
"Why is grape a question?"
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Cisco's sudden stopping in front of the vending machine causes Barry to bump into him and he just manages to catch his balance.
"What?"
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Sinisterly.
"Here," Yamato says, holding out a five-hundred yen coin for Cisco. "Why don't you find out?"
To Barry, he adds: "Sort of. Digimon fight a lot, so they'll often go wherever it is that they'll have a natural advantage -- like, Garurumon, Gabumon's evolution, only ever really turn up in snowy areas, because they can maneuver about on top of snowdrifts and trap enemies in them -- or they'll cluster together in loose groups of similar Digimon."
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Stepping up to the machine he sinks the coin in.
"I sure hope it's cold. Nothing worse than a hot soda."
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"So the place operates to some sort of norms and rules, you just have to figure them out."
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In the vending machine, one of the GRAPE?! drinks drops down. The liquid inside is a lurid, cut-price-soft-drink-for-kids purple, fizzing slightly. It's odourless, but definitely ice cold.
A taste will determine that it does not taste like grape, or really any fruit on Earth.
It mostly tastes like beef.
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A moment later he's spewing the liquid out in a huge spit-take.
"OH! AUGH! What the hell?!"
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In the path of the sputter spray, Barry reaches an arm out to hook around Yamato's chest, pulling Yamato with him as he steps backwards at superspeed.
A moment later they are several feet back from where they were standing, and Barry watches the soda spray go by.
"Dude."
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For all that he distinctly dislikes being grabbed and superspeeded, even just a few feet, he feels like he would've also disliked having grape? soda sprayed all over him.
"... Thanks," he mutters to Barry. "Getting grape? in my hair because Cisco can't keep his delicious soda down would've sucked."
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"Here, Barry, you should totally try it."
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"Sorry," he says, looking slightly sheepish himself.
Cisco's offer he turns down with a shake of his head. "Yeah, no, I'm not drinking that."
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