Not Cut out for This [Open]

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I'M SAILING AWAY, TO A LAND OF OPPORTUNITY
the sun will shine, and birds will sing there everyday
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It was a little after noon, the sun had begun to descend from it's highest peek in the sky and Kana was outside again, basking in the growing shade; the weather was just beginning to change from winter to spring so the cold in the air and the frost that permeated her surroundings was still very much a tangible thing. So much so that she was forced to throw on a light coat to keep from getting chills whenever she ventured outdoors on her days off. She always enjoyed going out whenever she had the chance, but the weather always seemed to be a constant hindrance to her; when it rained, snowed- even if it was a little windy out, her father was always bearing down on her not to go out.

"You'll catch your death out there!" he'd say, "I'd rather you stay inside with me on days like this- we need more time together."

Empty warnings and poor attempts at getting her to stay indoors, he knew how much she loved to be outside- about how she felt when it came to being indoors, so why-

Clunk-clunk-clunk-

Stopping, Kana lifted her head and stared down the street, letting her eyes follow after a noisy car that desperately needed a wash. With her head now raised and her senses more alerted, she gave her surroundings a casual glance; she was in uptown Kyoto, a decently busy place with it's fair share of inhabitants. She was only a little outside the neighborhood of her apartment complex, a decision she had made to prevent her father from having a panic attack if he got home from work before she got back from her walk. The area she was in was decent, there were a few dank alleyways and old buildings here and there, but for the most part everything was pretty new or in the process of being renovated; the streets weren't packed, but they were pretty crowded, even as she stood there staring off into the street that held a steady stream of traffic, she felt in the way. It had only been about a year and some change since they had moved into the apartment complex they lived in now and she still felt like something was off about the whole situation- like she was still having a difficult time adjusting.

Her life was pretty much as it had been before the incident five years ago, she went to school, her father went to work and at the end of the day they both returned home for dinner and a few quiet hours of watching television before bed; next day comes and it would be the same- eat, sleep, repeat. The only difference was it was all confined to a singular area. Her father worked in the city, she went to school in the city and they lived in the city. Not like before when they had to travel a few miles to get her to school or to get him to work; now everything was safer, contained and "less complex", as her father had put it.

Kana scoffed to herself and resumed her walk, kicking at the gravel that littered the walkways as she weaved through the civilians that seemed so content with what was happening to them. They all looked so normal, walking down the street with their business suits and 'I've got a place to be' attitudes. Who did they think they were kidding? Whatever was happening there wasn't normal, there was a war going on outside the high walls that protected them and here they were acting like nothing had changed, that the infection hadn't begun and that it wasn't currently spreading as they carried on with their normal lives.

"Not me," she mumbled this to herself and wasn't surprised to have the words swallowed by the busy sounds of the world around her. She wasn't wrong in admitting it though- she wasn't like the people she saw at school or the sitcoms that still aired on the t.v. She didn't see herself to be as fake and single minded as the rest of them, they were all pretty much deluded by their own wishful thinking.

Someone else will take care of it.

We can go on living our one-track lives.

Someone else will fix this problem for us.

No, that wasn't Kana. She rarely if ever allowed someone else to take care of a problem for her when she was still able to do it herself. This logic wasn't always as sound when it came to relationships and any other social interactions because she didn't feel the need to rely on the little friends that she did end up making, which usually ended in her losing said friendships. Nobody wanted to be around when they weren't needed, but she supposed it was better this way. It had been her and her father ever since her mother had run off and her grandparents had passed away, so there wasn't much of a difference to her if another person disappeared out of her life, right? Not everyone was made for companionship, so maybe she was just one of those people. 

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and I'm changing my name to a word that's really hard to say
IT'S NO ONE'S FAULT, I'M JUST TOO YOUNG, AND YOU'RE INSANE

WORDS 865
TAGGED open
NOTES Kana will be meeting Bearmon in this thread.
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[Tzila Jäger]

The howling of cars whizzing by was enough to make Tzila turn the volume on her headphones just a little bit higher. Sketchbook in hand and pencil in another, she made her way through the somewhat populated streets of Kyoto, following her Digimon, Ryuuji, out of her peripheral vision so she wouldn't walk into anyone as she doodled and strolled along. It was a well practiced ritual of hers. She'd let the Ryuudamon lead her aimlessly about as she sketched and sketched and sketched and let the world pass her by.

Of course, there was always something bound to go wrong when you just flat out weren't looking where you were going. Tzila was prone to accidents for this reason: a complete and utter lack of focus, "Ack! ...Ryuuji why did you stop?" Growling and hissing in his own bestial way, the Digimon in question stared hard at the cracks in the ground, eyes narrowed on some kind of perpetrator, "Oh no. Leave it. Ryuuji. I said leave it..."

"Mold..." he hissed. "Mold. Mold. Mold."

"Yes, mold happens when snow melts. Let's go Ryuuji!"

"Moldmoldmoldmold..."

In a futile attempt to stop her Digimon from going on one of his 'cleaning streaks,' Tzila put her sketchbook away and began to tug on the dragon-beast's armor, "Don't you dare do what I think you're going to do!

Lo and behold, Ryuuji did just what Tzila was expecting. He began to claw at the sidewalk with a vigor that could only be described as obsessive, "Gotta kill it. I have to kill it!"

"No you don't! Don't you ever get sick of cleaning things!?"

As if to answer the question at hand, Ryuuji responded by straight up attacking the earth he was standing on, quite literally vaporizing the mold. Leave it to these two to create a scene without even trying. With dozens of eyes all on Tzila and Ryuudamon, the girl lifted her scarf up to cover her face, "I'm going to kill you. I'm going to kill you. I'm going to make my room so god damn messy that it drives you to the brink of insanity because that is what you're doing to me, Ryuuji." she whispered.

"It could have been black mold!" he reasoned. "Which is toxic!"

Slowly but surly, the crowd of people began to go back to their daily lives, and Tzila groaned, her hand rising to cover her eyes and the rest of her face, "My hero..."

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I'M SAILING AWAY, TO A LAND OF OPPORTUNITY
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Clunk-clunk-clunk

Another car, had to be; everyone's cars in this city needed to be fixed, replaced or scrapped, but bringing in newer models while those monsters roamed their suburbs outside the walls was near impossible, so everyone sort of collectively decided to wear out what the had to the last bolt and bit until they had no choice but to take it into an autobody shop to get repaired. It sounded so ridiculous to Kana once she really got to thinking about it, why not get it fixed before it broke down? That way you wouldn't have to worry about it falling apart on you on your way to work. Either way, hearing the sound of metal rubbing against itself had lost it's appeal and earned an ignored ear from Kana as she continued on her way.

"Mold..."

That was new.

"Mold. Mold. Mold."

That definitely wasn't a broken down car. Stopping now, she looked up and realized that everyone around her had stopped as well and that they were all staring in the direction of whatever it was that had begun to make such a ruckus in the middle of the walkway. Following everyone's pointed gaze, she found herself staring at an interesting pair. A girl with a scarf and-

"Gotta kill it. I have to kill it!"

A monster. One of those Digimon things, the creatures that had forced them behind the walls and prevented them from living the way they used to. How did it get in here? She thought they were safe, confined and less complex, so what was that thing doing here? And why was it scratching at their sidewalk?

"No you don't!"

The girl with the scarf was- speaking to it; did she know it? Or- the wheels turned slowly in Kana's head and she audibly realized what could have been happening.

"Oh," was she one of those tamers? The people that were supposed to be protecting the wall? There was always that chance that she wasn't, that she was also another carbon clone of normalcy and that this Digimon had wandered in on it's own, but then again she was talking to it and- the armored creature attacked the ground it had been scratching with it's wicked looking claws, forcing the concrete aside as it bore into the surface and eradicated whatever it had been so fixated on.

"W-wha...what?" Kana looked around at the civilians that must have witnessed what had happened; that thing had just attacked their sidewalk, "Did you see-"

She stopped mid sentence as the older woman who had been standing beside her sort of shrugged her off and kept walking. Looking around again, Kana realized that everyone was just shrugging off what had happened and was returning to their purposeful shuffling- avoiding the girl and her monster in a wide arc- but still acting as if nothing had happened.

"Are you kiddin' me? That thing jus'- Come on, people!" she was beginning to grow impatient with the crowd around her who seemed to be avoiding the obvious problem at hand. With a loud sigh, Kana turned back to face the destructive pair and pointed at the creature, a look of determination on her face, "Hey, you there- yeah, you, the one with the armor and the claws- hold it right there!"

She stomped over to the two of them and gestured widely at the ground and the clawed surface as she glared down at the yellow monster,"What do you think yer doin'? You can't jus' come waltzin' in here and tearin' up the place, that jus' ain't right." 

Kana turned to the girl with the scarf who seemed to be hiding her face with the material wrapped around her neck,"Aaan' you- control- your- pet, er, monster- whatevah this thing is to you. It's impolite to jus' let it do what it wants in a crowded place like this. Someone coulda gotten hurt!"

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and I'm changing my name to a word that's really hard to say
IT'S NO ONE'S FAULT, I'M JUST TOO YOUNG, AND YOU'RE INSANE

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TAGGED Tzila Jäger
NOTES Kana speaks with a Kyoto dialect so her accent's a little weird;
I figured southern would be close enough since she grew up outside
the city.
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[Tzila Jäger]

Just when she thought that everyone stopped caring about what they'd witnessed and began to walk once more, someone confronted her. Great. Perfect. Just what she needed. Trying her best not to let embarrassment get the best of her, Tzila waited for the girl with the Kyoto accent to vent out her rage before attempting to respond. Of course, what came out of her mouth was hardly what she would call acceptable or anywhere near helpful for the situation, "Fuck off."

Wincing immediately, she averted her gaze to the Digimon in question, and with a much quieter, much more timid voice, continued, "Ryuuji wouldn't hurt a fly. He had good intentions... he's just... he's just eccentric... That's all." And then came the guilt. She was the one responsible for what her Digimon did. But how was she supposed to control a dragon anyway? And what about when he inevitably Digivolved? Then what? She nearly shuddered at the thought. He was bound to get so much bigger, so much more... destructive. Maybe I should apologize... she sure seems upset.

"I am truly sorry," Ryuuji cut in, dipping his head to the girl in question. "Don't blame my Tamer for what I did. She tried to stop me."

"Don't do that," Tzila sighed. "Come on. We've probably bothered her and everyone else enough, don't you think?"

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I'M SAILING AWAY, TO A LAND OF OPPORTUNITY
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"Did you really think-"

"Fuck off."

Kana gasped softly and covered her own mouth with her hand, stopping mid sentence when the girl finally decided to respond to her lecturing in such a garish and uncultured way. She had cursed at her, had looked her in the eye- well, she wasn't really looking her in the eye now, but still- she had told her to fuck off when all she was doing was making an example out of her and her rowdy monster.

"Ryuuji wouldn't hurt a fly. He had good intentions...he just...he's just eccentric...That's all."

"Why I nevah- excuse me for buttin' in on your 'eccentric' little shindig the way that I did, but you have no right to go an'-" she halted in her hissy fit to when the armored dragon stepped between the two of them and bowed his head in her direction.

"I am truly sorry," Kana blinked down at him, amazed by the way he spoke her language so fluently. She supposed she shouldn't have been surprised, if the thing could speak who's to say what languages it could and couldn't speak in- for all she knew it could speak the languages of the world and probably a few she had never heard of; maybe binary- was that a language? Now that would be impressive, "Don't blame my Tamer for what I did. She tried to stop me."

So this girl was a tamer.

"Don't do that."

A rude tamer, but a tamer nonetheless. As the scarved girl went on to try and remove herself and her Ryuuji from the current conversation, Kana took a mental step back and observed what was happening: she had just engaged herself into a conversation with a tamer and her partner digimon. The girl was rough, foul mouthed and rude, but she was new- unique and interesting. The pair of them had given her something to do when she had previously been grasping at straws and wondering if there was anymore originality in the world- oh, opportunity had a name-

"What's yer name?" Kana had crossed her arms at this point, observing the pair with deep blue eyes that seemed to intensify as her interest in them peeked, "I'm Kana."

Yes, indeed, opportunity had a name and that name was scarf girl.

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and I'm changing my name to a word that's really hard to say
IT'S NO ONE'S FAULT, I'M JUST TOO YOUNG, AND YOU'RE INSANE

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TAGGED Tzila Jäger
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[Tzila Jäger]

Tzila had fastened her headphones back over her ears when she heard Kana's muffled voice ring out beside her once more. Wait... this girl still wanted to talk to her? Why? She had been so rude and abrasive for no real reason. Well, okay - she was protective over her partner - but it wasn't like Kana's anger had been unwarranted. Ryuuji had unearthed part of the sidewalk. "I uh..." She took her headphones off once again, giving the girl in front of her a skeptical look. "I'm Tzila."

Ryuuji looked between his tamer and this 'Kana' figure. She sure seemed interested in Tzila all of the sudden. Ryuuji still hadn't quite figured out the social normalizes of society - particularly revolving around human interactions. It was a natural instinct for him to fight things he perceived to be threats - but humans were quite a bit different. He wasn't entirely sure how to gauge if Kana's interest was dangerous or not.

"Tzi?" he asked.

"It's okay," she assured, smiling down at her partner affectionately. At least she knew she'd always have him by her side - even if he was a bit rough around the edges, especially at the most inconvenient of times - but he had a good heart, and everyone that knew her... and Ryuuji by extension... could see it. She was honored to be a tamer - no, his tamer. She turned her attention back to Kana and tried to smile - but the awkwardness she felt shined through in her voice, "Nice to um... meet you... I guess?"

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MARI @ GS!

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I'M SAILING AWAY, TO A LAND OF OPPORTUNITY
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Kana winced a little as scarf girl tucked a pair of headphones back over her head and fastened them tightly over her ears as she finished speaking. It was painfully obvious that she wanted nothing more to do with her after their slighted confrontation, which to that Kana wanted to say tough luck; she was interested in the pair of them now that she realized what they were and to top it all off she was bored. It wasn't like she had a lot of friends to hang out with, not like she was missing out on something by standing in front of scarf girl and her lizard samurai, Ryuuji- nothing like that at all. If anything, they were about to entertain her for a while. Give her some answers and help her to understand what it was like to live outside the tracks that this new life had placed for them.

"I, uh...I'm Tzila."

Scratch that, opportunity's name was actually Tzila- Zee- la? Like Godzilla? Kana pressed her lips together in an attempt not to make that comment.

"Tzi?"

"It's okay,"

She looked down to the lizard, completely missing the look that Tzila had given her partner, but looking up in time to catch an incredibly awkward smile from the other girl. Wow, she must have really not wanted to keep talking to her.

"Nice to um...meet you...I guess?"

"You guessed right," extending her hand, she readily took Tzila's in her own and gave it a hardy shake before dropping it and leaning down to extend another hand to the miniature warrior at her feet, "And yer Ryuuji, right? Good to see yah and don't you go worryin' about what I said earlier- I gotta bit riled up for no real reason. Sorry about that."

She didn't jut out her hand to Ryuuji as she had done to Tzila, mostly because she saw the teeth on that thing and what he had done to the sidewalk- she wasn't going to take any chances and lose a hand from her own stupidity. No, no, she'd wait until she knew the Mon could be controlled by his tamer, then she'd be all over him; he looked fuzzy despite the armor, like a lizard puppy.

"In other news-" she pop-corned up from the ground, her hair bouncing and her pack making odd clanking noises from all the items she had been finding that day. She readjusted the cap on her head when she came back up to her feet and leaned in a bit closer to Tzila, glancing this way and that to make sure no one had decided to stop and watch them, "We'd better make like a shepherd and get the flock outta here- they're going to be sending someone down to clean up this mess and I'd rather you two stay outta trouble- you got enough lip from me as it is, you don't need that kinda attention. Trust me."

Kana stepped back and glanced around again, gesturing with her head, she slowly began to walk in the direction the two of them had been heading. Having only lived here for a year, she didn't really know the place as well as she would have liked, but she did know a few good spots- spots that could help the two of them lay low until the buzz about what they had done died down.

Not like there was really any buzz- Kana just wanted an excuse to get them alone.

"You comin'?"

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and I'm changing my name to a word that's really hard to say
IT'S NO ONE'S FAULT, I'M JUST TOO YOUNG, AND YOU'RE INSANE

WORDS 586
TAGGED Tzila Jäger
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[Tzila Jäger]

Tzila blinked when suddenly she was met with a firm handshake. This was weird. How was the girl raging at them one moment and completely happy to be meeting them the next? Not that she could talk, with her own display of rude behavior - but it was still weird. Bi-polar much? But, truth be told, it was a relief. Tzila herself didn't have too many people she considered close friends. Maybe this Kana girl - despite the initial tension - could be just the kind of friend she'd been looking for over the last couple of years.

After a moment, she closed her hand around Kana's and shook back, her smile naturally softening into something clearly more relaxed, more comfortable, "That's what I said, isn't it? It's nice to meet you."

Ryuuji looked up with renewed confidence about this girl. If Tzila was okay with her, so was he, "Yes, Ryuuji! Ryuuji the Ryuudamon!" he exclaimed with some semblance of pride. He was certainly happy to bet he partner of his Tamer, that was for sure. Despite his awkwardness, despite his destructive tendencies, Tzila stuck with him, and that was enough to make him shout out his nickname with vigor. "Pleased to meet you!"

Tzila chuckled a little, bringing her scarf up to cover her brightly smiling face from view. It was habit by now, to hide behind the fabric when she got too emotional about anything - weather it be positive or negative. She had turned out to be rather guarded - something which she wished she knew how to fix - but it wouldn't be too hard to gain her trust if Kana kept up this attitude. After all, she was giving Tzila a chance after a literal 'fuck you,' so that had to count for something.

"Good idea. Let's jet," she agreed. It was true - she definitely didn't wanna be chewed out twice.

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ooc: i'm enjoying these two x) Also, it is 'Zee-la' like Godzilla lol.

MARI @ GS!

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I'M SAILING AWAY, TO A LAND OF OPPORTUNITY
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When Kana turned around, she was happy to see that Tzila and Ryuuji had decided to follow. It had been awhile since she had led anyone anywhere like this, a brief flash of a memory reminded her of her childhood with her grandparents, how she used to run off ahead of them and lead them around the neighborhood acting like she knew the place like the back of her hand- she missed that familiarity. Now here she was, leading a new pair off towards a location that she honestly wasn't too familiar with. The park, she wanted to take them to the park, it was wide and open and had enough greenery that, if necessary, they could dive into in case they were followed and needed a quick place to hide.

"So, Zilla- I mean, Tzila, what brings you and Ryuuji to this part of town?" small talk, she was good at it for the most part, but had been told on multiple occasions that her small talk was a bit intrusive. Hopefully this time that wouldn't be the case, "I ask because you two seem a little out of place- what with the Tamers s'posed to be guardin' the wall and all. Somethin' happen out there?"

She had hoped too soon.

"Not in a b-bad way, o' course, it's just that I've lived here for about a year and I've nevah seen a... Ryuudamon before," she sounded out the syllables from Ryuuji's earlier introduction, hoping she hadn't just ruined her chances for friendship with the new comers, "I don't even know what a... Ryuudamon is- to be quiet frank with ya. All this monster nonsense- no offense, Ryuuji- is all too much for me."

They walked in silence for a few more steps before Kana took a sharp turn to the left and pointed her arm past the alleyway they were about to enter and to the greenery beyond.

"Park's this way," she smiled slightly and hitched her pack a bit more comfortably on her shoulder, "Don't worry- it's just a short cut- I promise I wouldn' put ya'll in any danger on purpose."

She stepped forward, "Besides, I've been this way hundreds of times!"

She lied.

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and I'm changing my name to a word that's really hard to say
IT'S NO ONE'S FAULT, I'M JUST TOO YOUNG, AND YOU'RE INSANE

WORDS 368
TAGGED Tzila Jäger
NOTES This is a fun thread, I like this thread~ It's up to you
if you want to cause a ruckus in the alleyway.
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