[ A tall college student and his larva-shaped partner, riding atop his head like a hat, are doing a careful tour of Access City. This Digital World....it seems different from the one they're accustomed to; at the very least, it's a new area, and not one any Chosen Children have visited in quite some time, given the excitement about "Tamers". It seems very urban, and - settled?
They pause when they reach the park, however, looking up at the sunlight filtering through the digital leaves on the trees. Ken wanders over to a tree, runs a hand gently down the bark. Breathes. This is a nice spot. And a good reminder. He doesn't have to know everything about the situation right away. In fact, there's lots he and Wormmon can probably only learn by experiencing life in this Digital World and drawing conclusions from there.
Like a park in the middle of a metropolis....They can take their time. ]
[ Refresh?ments ]
Ken-chan, food.
...Yes.
[ Ken cannot argue with the truth of this statement, not strictly speaking, anyway. Perhaps that's rude, as someone's clearly taken great pains here....but he can't help but be dubious about human suitability.
So, perhaps something....fresh...
Ken picks up a fruit, splits it, and offers half to Wormmon. His partner chows down eagerly. ]
Is it good?
Mm-hmm! [ Wormmon hums in delight, sticky juice dribbling down his mandibles. Then, a shiver buzzes from the tips of his antennae all the way down to the spikes on his tail.
Ken glances up, concerned. ] Wormmon?
KEN-CHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN~!
[ Wormmon vaults off Ken's head, trying to glom onto the next closest person, human OR Digimon. At which point he will nuzzle them affectionately. ]
Hey. Hey. Do you know about Ken-chan? Ken-chan is SO KIND comeoverhereandmeetKen-chanrightnow, gyhheeeeee...
[ Ken stares. Looks down at the half of fruit in his hand. Sniffs it. Feels a surge of energy shoot down his spine. A pit opens in his stomach.
What has he done? ]
[ Sticky Situation ]
Sticky Net!
[ Think fast, because in addition to the poop-slinging menaces now plaguing the party, there's....well, a net of sticky webbing flying right for your partner Digimon. The culprit, however, gasps when they see his aim has gone awry, covering his face with his top legs. ]
Eeek! I'm sorry....
Are you all right?
[ Ken races to the affected Digimon, ready to help them remove the net. Shoot....There's no end to the enemies, and most of the "Tamers" here are new. So many of their partners are babies, and Wormmon can't evolve....
Ken Ichijouji (& Wormmon) | Digimon Adventure: Last Evolution Kizuna
[ A tall college student and his larva-shaped partner, riding atop his head like a hat, are doing a careful tour of Access City. This Digital World....it seems different from the one they're accustomed to; at the very least, it's a new area, and not one any Chosen Children have visited in quite some time, given the excitement about "Tamers". It seems very urban, and - settled?
They pause when they reach the park, however, looking up at the sunlight filtering through the digital leaves on the trees. Ken wanders over to a tree, runs a hand gently down the bark. Breathes. This is a nice spot. And a good reminder. He doesn't have to know everything about the situation right away. In fact, there's lots he and Wormmon can probably only learn by experiencing life in this Digital World and drawing conclusions from there.
Like a park in the middle of a metropolis....They can take their time. ]
[ Refresh?ments ]
Ken-chan, food.
...Yes.
[ Ken cannot argue with the truth of this statement, not strictly speaking, anyway. Perhaps that's rude, as someone's clearly taken great pains here....but he can't help but be dubious about human suitability.
So, perhaps something....fresh...
Ken picks up a fruit, splits it, and offers half to Wormmon. His partner chows down eagerly. ]
Is it good?
Mm-hmm! [ Wormmon hums in delight, sticky juice dribbling down his mandibles. Then, a shiver buzzes from the tips of his antennae all the way down to the spikes on his tail.
Ken glances up, concerned. ] Wormmon?
KEN-CHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN~!
[ Wormmon vaults off Ken's head, trying to glom onto the next closest person, human OR Digimon. At which point he will nuzzle them affectionately. ]
Hey. Hey. Do you know about Ken-chan? Ken-chan is SO KIND comeoverhereandmeetKen-chanrightnow, gyhheeeeee...
[ Ken stares. Looks down at the half of fruit in his hand. Sniffs it. Feels a surge of energy shoot down his spine. A pit opens in his stomach.
What has he done? ]
[ Sticky Situation ]
Sticky Net!
[ Think fast, because in addition to the poop-slinging menaces now plaguing the party, there's....well, a net of sticky webbing flying right for your partner Digimon. The culprit, however, gasps when they see his aim has gone awry, covering his face with his top legs. ]
Eeek! I'm sorry....
Are you all right?
[ Ken races to the affected Digimon, ready to help them remove the net. Shoot....There's no end to the enemies, and most of the "Tamers" here are new. So many of their partners are babies, and Wormmon can't evolve....
They'll have to do what they can. ]