Welcome to Digimon: Kids in America! We are an AU Digimon RP taking place in the fictional Tower City, New Jersey. Tower City was changed forever after it was attacked by a MetalTyrannomon. Digimon seek out human partners while Zony tries to conceal the existence of Digimon from the world. The balance between the Human and Digital Worlds spirals toward chaos.
How'dy folks! This is your friendly neighbourhood mineral welcoming you all to the site, both new and old! There are going to be some changes from Season 1 as we move into Season 2, so please bare with us here. With a new season comes new changes, such as Tokyo, JP opening up as a playable area and Japan getting it's own digital world server. Crests will also be replaced with something new, so look forward to it.
As always, any questions and concerns will be heard, and suggestions are welcomed as well. Just understand that the focus of the site cannot be lost, and so no everything will be incorporated into the mechanics and plot. Even so, go forth and plot and have fun!
astro boy like Tetsuwan In Electric City feeling spiffy on some 2D shit
I. PLAYER ONE
It was one of the hottest games in Japan when it came to battle mech simulators. It hadn't even released in the states yet, despite the fact that it was given a Japanese release almost two years ago. Zenesis Evangelion. So, when Sigmund had heard that a local arcade was surging in popularity after receiving an exclusive set of arcade boxes from Zony, he simply had to figure out exactly what game was causing such a commotion. And, lo and behold, it was an arcade fighter built around the characters (their mechs, in particular) in ZenGel. And he simply had to play it.
So, having snuck away from the hotel his school had reserved for their student exchange program, the young blonde had taken a few trains to get to Akihabara himself. He'd almost gotten lost a couple of times in the urban sprawl surrounding the city. But he nonetheless managed to get there with the currency he intended to use on video games and food more or less completely intact. Rather proud of himself for it, the young lad stopped to reward himself with a coffee in a can from one of the many vending machines on the side of the street. After cracking open the lid and taking a rich sip, he would then head off in search of the infamous Moshimoshi Arcade.
Akihabara was like a fever dream for gamers and otaku. One that Sigmund didn't necessarily want to wake from. There were lights everywhere, quaint little gift shops and enticing maid cafés. And, of course, plenty of arcades. Legions of them. It made him sort of dizzy at first, and he had to stop and wonder whether the coffee was a good idea, but it wasn't long before his senses adjusted to the onslaught of noise and colorful visuals. The very air seemed to be filled with electric and excitement, and he absolutely adored it.
He wasn't quite sure how long he'd been walking around in it all before he actually found the Moshimoshi Arcade. Once he did, however, he had finished his coffee in a can and tossed it into one of the trash bins inside. The arcade was rather large and filled with the constant sounds of 8-bit. He had to stop at its entrance and soak it all in for a while, a wide and pleasant grin on his face as he realized this was probably what his heaven looked like. A rather big part of it, anyway.
Squinting his hazel eyes and scanning the arcade boxes before him, he searched for the game he had specifically come here for: Zenesis Evangelion: Battle-Z. He'd done his research on the internet prior and made sure he remembered how the box looked like. As such, he spotted it almost instantly. But, of course, someone was already there. Hoping this person spoke english, but also willing to practice his Japanese a bit more, he walked over to them and took his place before the 'player two' controls. "Hiya!" He smiled brightly. "Would you mind a player two?"
"Gomen tomo yo! Ikanakute wa. [Sorry friend! I gotta go.]"
There was hardly any time for either boy to interact with one another as the male who already had his position at the gaming set lost in his match. When approached, he checked his watch only to notice he was late. Late for what? Something or other, but he no longer had the time to leisurely play games, especially with a foreigner.
On the other hand.. A girl with long light brown hair tied in two large pig-tails had walked into the gaming center not long after the boy had. Wearing very wide, slick glasses, she had the fortunate opportunity to spot someone creating undue waste in their neighbourhood. A boy of dirty blonde hair had tossed his can into the garbage bin, and that was just unacceptable in these times. Following him up, she stuck her arm into the garbage bin without flinching and took a hold of his can before appropriately disposing it within the recyling bin.
She spotted the mannerless boy engaging with another at a gaming station, and so took the opportunity to wipe off her hand with a wet disinfectant wipe before tossing that in the appropriate bin.
Now she could teach him some manners.
Once the stranger at the gaming station had quickly grabbed his briefcase and ran off, the girl approached the initial boy and placed a hand on his shoulder from the side.
"Chotto yosomono! Yomenai ne? [Hey stranger! Can't read, can ya?]"
astro boy like Tetsuwan In Electric City feeling spiffy on some 2D shit
The blonde barista had certainly learned more Japanese in the past week or so of being here than he had in the entirety of his classes back at UoTC. But he certainly wasn't fluent yet. As such, he placed his hand on the pocket dictionary in his jacket when the potential challenger spoke... then removed it as soon as the challenger picked up their briefcase and walked away. Sigmund certainly didn't need to know what the young man had said to understand that he was late for something: it was all in the body language, after all. And, despite the fact that he always endeavored to learn as much Japanese as he could, the young man depended more on physical tells than he cared to admit.
Shrugging it off, however, he turned the entirety of his attention to the arcade box. It was all his now. He was so excited! Stepping forward towards the token machine at the side, he was prepared to quickly pay for his tokens with his card and start playing. But, unfortunately for him, he had answer to a certain civilian that had seen him accidentally toss his can in the garbage bin instead of the recycling. When he felt the hand on his shoulder, Sigmund turned around with a curious smile that melted away into surprise the moment he saw the young girl's wrathful demeanor. Certainly confused at her attitude and only really understanding the word 'stranger', he tilted his head to one side and replied. "G-Gomenasai? [S-Sorry?]" There was a pause in-between. But when he realized it was probably the polite and right thing to bow, his hazel eyes grew two sizes larger and he immediately did so. "Watashi wa nihongo ga heta desu! [I speak very little Japanese!]"
Now this was an issue. This stranger was most definitely a foreigner at this point. His Japanese was not so clean and with what words he did understand and use he made it be known that he didn't speak the language quite so thoroughly either. This was bad for them then, since Chidori's English wasn't so great either. A language barrier had been established between them that they'd only be able to get through using gestures and very rough sentences based on the other's language. Being raised to be a respectable person of society though, Chidori was going to make an attempt to converse with him on his level.
Chidori's face construed with visible, but slight, confusion and frustration. They taught English in school but her understanding of it was honestly low due to her lack of consistency with utilizing it. She didn't have a penpal and she didn't watch a lot of English television as suggested by her instructors and friends. That isn't to say she neglected her English at all times, but it was plain as day at the moment to the both of them that she was struggling.
Chidori tried to emphasize her words using gestures. She pointed to the trash bin first, then to the recycling, a word she definitely had little ability to pronounce right now.
"It berri rood. Carefuru, err, nochi [next] time. Ah! Kore wa totemo muzukashii desu! [Ahh! This is so hard!]"