[tri OOM] Barry, Cisco, and File Island

[angry_friendship_wolf]

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."

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[angry_friendship_wolf]

"No, I've got nothing," Yamato says to Barry, shaking his head.

To Cisco, he scoffs slightly, rolling his shoulders. "All right, I'll take you on. What're we racing for?"

[makes_the_toys]

"Pride and superiority," Cisco replies. "Or, I dunno, loser has to a wear a 'Cisco rocks' t-shirt into Milliways."

[run_barry]

"Guys, is this really a great idea?" Barry asks dubiously. "Cisco, the last time we were at a race, it didn't turn out so well."

[angry_friendship_wolf]

"I will destroy you," Yamato says, firmly.

His pride is very important to him, he can't just go about losing it to Cisco.

[makes_the_toys]

"Oh it's on!" Cisco declares, stepping forward to jab Yamato in the chest with a finger.

[run_barry]

Barry looks between the two of them and gives up.

"Just don't make me have to pull someone else out of a flaming wreck, alright?"

[angry_friendship_wolf]

Yamato responds by looming into Cisco's personal space, squaring his shoulders. "Three laps around the town. Try not to crash before the second lap, will you?"

Monzaemon peers sedately between them. Then, to Barry: "If you like, you can get a better vantage point on my shoulder."

[makes_the_toys]

"Puh-lease, I've been a boss at Gran Turismo since the PS1, baby," he declares, arms thrown wide and chest puffed out.

[run_barry]

Barry starts to decline, then looks up and eyes Monzaemon's shoulder, and the vantage point it would provide, before shrugging.

"Sure, thanks."

[angry_friendship_wolf]

"Aw, that's cute. I almost don't want to kick your ass, y'little scamp," Yamato says, ruffling Cisco's hair roughly. "But I'm still going to. C'mon."

He starts heading towards a pastel building that he's pretty sure is a garage.

Monzaemon, meanwhile, stretches out a paw for Barry.


There are still a few cars left in the garage, most of them garishly painted. They're visibly plastic, and the controls seem simplified, closer to a go-kart than an actual car.

Yamato immediately gravitates towards one with an ice theme, hopping into the driver's seat.

[makes_the_toys]

Cisco jerks his head away, smoothing his hair back down with both hands as he follows Yamato.

"Do you even know how to drive?" Cisco asks, waffling between his choices. "Somehow I doubt laser wolf riding translates over all that well."

He starts to get in one car, then changes his mind at the last moment and runs over to another that's purple with loud orange stripes.

[run_barry]

Barry tries not to flinch when that paw comes down, and definitely doesn't move until he's up on Monzaemon's shoulder.

"Thanks."

Yep, definitely some shrink ray deja vu going on here.

[angry_friendship_wolf]

"I know how to drive. Or, at least, you better hope I do, since this was your idea," Yamato says. "You ready?"


Monzaemon makes sure Barry is appropriately settled. From this height, most of the town is visible, along with the distant shapes of the factory belching out smoke, Mount Infinity, and the Temple rising out of the rainforest area.

"It's okay. If you fall, I can catch you in a bubble," Monzaemon says, sagely.

[makes_the_toys]

"Don't you try and pin your wipeouts on me, pal. You could've easily admitted that I'm the most awesome and walked away." Clearly.

Climbing into the car, Cisco checks things out before nodding.

"Ready."

[run_barry]

Barry takes a moment to admire the view, before looking at Monzaemon.

"I think I'll be alright, but good to know," he says with a nod.

[angry_friendship_wolf]

Yamato starts his engine, settling his hands on the wheel, keeping still until he hears the rumble of Cisco's engine as well.

"Three, two, one ... Go."

He accelerates as soon as he's done talking, tearing out of the garage and immediately starting to accelerate towards top speed.


Monzaemon hums lightly, reaching into a nearby house to produce a delicate, normal sized teacup and teapot, and pouring himself some tea, watching as the race starts.

"Do say if you want any. I have chamomile. And chamomile honey."

[makes_the_toys]

Cisco drops his footdown and floors it, peeling out beside Yamato.

"WOOOOOOOOOOO!"

With no shifting to worry about Cisco focuses on lead-footing it and steering.

[run_barry]

Barry watches, just a touch anxiously, as the two race out of the garage and down the street.

"Huh? Oh uh, honey would be nice, thanks," he says, trying not to be or sound too distracted as the cars near a curve in the road.

[angry_friendship_wolf]

Yamato barely slows at all at the curve, dropping speed just enough to rebound off a building like some kind of vehicular pinball, turn, and then go shooting down the road.

Judging by the noise he makes, he is as surprised as anyone that that worked without totaling his vehicle, and ninety-nine percent sure it wouldn't have if they weren't driving literal toys.


Monzaemon delicately pours Barry a cup of chamomile and honey, reaching up to hand it to him.

"They're going very fast," he says, mildly. "They'll catch up with the Penmon soon."

[makes_the_toys]

Cisco busts out the Tokyo drifting, sliding through the turn and then shooting off on the straightaway.

"Oh? Also? I'm the king of Mario Kart, too!" He crows, not even really caring if Yamato can hear him or not.

[run_barry]

Barry tenses, sure they're each taking the turn too fast, then watching with bated breath as they both make it through.

Accepting the tea, Barry starts to take a sip and then jerks his head to look over at Monzaemon. Or his cheek, at least.

"Oh god, the Penmon." This should be... interesting.

[angry_friendship_wolf]

Yamato gives a quick, exhilarated laugh, keeping his foot on the accelerator pedal, even as the crowd of cars with purple, winged drivers comes into view.

Weaving between them is -- difficult, and Yamato knocks into one or two, prompting a few yells ("I WILL EAT YOUR BRAKES, HUMAN!"), before eventually emerging ahead of them.

At which point, several start to speed up, with one yelling something about how the future Emperor Penmon cannot be defeated here.


Monzaemon takes a delicate sip of his tea.

"At least nobody has crashed yet."

[makes_the_toys]

"Oh, you guys... " Cisco tightens his grip on the wheel, zipping through the crowd, running almost parallel to Yamato until a swerving Penmon causes Cisco to brake and duck in behind another car.

"You little-- " Cisco bears down on the gas once again, pulling around the one car so he can cut off the other one, clipping bumpers as he forces his way in front of the birds.

"HA-HA!"

Then he guns for Yamato.

[run_barry]

"Yet," Barry repeats, shaking his head as things turn into bumper cars down there.

The vehicles seem pretty sturdy, though, and they all seem to be having fun. Assuming, of course, that the Penmon express fun by screaming threats and insults.

[angry_friendship_wolf]

"CURSE YOU," a Penmon yells, shaking a curled up wing.

Yamato sees Cisco coming up behind him and gives a quick, irritable 'tch' noise, before flooring it.

He's not against a little bit of foul play, though, which is why as he turns the next corner, keeping his speed up as much as possible, he makes sure to scrape his wheels across the road enough to throw a cloud of dust and debris up towards Cisco.


"Yet," Monzaemon agrees.

He pauses, stretching out a paw in front of himself, moving it back and forth.

"I'm fairly sure I could bubble them at this distance."