Digimon Story: Rainbow Traverse -- Chp 7

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The fox's voice soon followed in his head. "(He'll make it, Alemana. Kuku may be old and cranky, but once he's given his word, he's too stubborn to go back on it.)"

Passing shops and houses not unlike those found in Hilo, the group came to a small, cobblestone plaza just before an overlook that showed a series of landings connected by stone steps. Standing beside it was a digimon covered in brown armor, its chest complete with a valve flanked by vent units. It was almost like a cross between a steam-punk robot, and a deep-sea diver. Everyone stopped in their tracks when both Gazimon and Gotsumon turned left instead of going further.

"Gaz?" asked Ike.

"Right this way, boss," said the chimera, aloof. "Don't make eye contact."

(“I know, I just worry is all.”)

And when they approached that plaza, and saw the robot.. well Alemana was inclined to follow their lead.

“Interesting people you’ve got here-“ he casually remarked with they were out of ear shot of the machine creature.

"That's a Guardromon," said Gazimon. "They're in charge've security around town. Wanna get anywhere fast, you avoid meet'n 'em. You'll just end up bustin' your jaw yakkin' off about stuff nobody's got time for."

"If not that way, then where?" asked Kukuimon.

The piglet's answer came when Gotsumon led them through several bushes and behind an abandoned dumpster, where he brushed aside a stained, ragged curtain of cloth to reveal a small, dark tunnel.

"Go in with your legs first," warned the rock digimon.

“Oh. And here I was worried that they would just blow you up like those robots from Robocop- it’s a really old sci fi movie from o- the human world-“ Alemana said, catching himself. As they approached the hole, he paused.. would it be safe for Malie? He would turn nudge her ever so gently to wake her up.

Raising a brow at the group, Gazimon shrugged and walked over to the hole, grabbing it by the sides before trusting himself feet first into the inky darkness. The sound of his claws and the buckles on his tail-straps clicked on metal before quickly fading away.

"A slide?" asked Renamon, to which Gotsumon nodded.

Al would watch in surprise.. and he would then offer to go next. “So I can help catch Lord Bucketmon in case she has a mishap on the slide.”

"Suit yourself," said Gotsumon. "Either way, I'm going last. Gotta put the dumpster back or else I get yelled at."

Renamon nodded. "Go ahead, Troopmon," she said. "We'll be right behind you."

Nodding, he would approach the hole and push himself through feet first, unsure what to expect with the slide.

The tamer found the fabric of his suit did wonders to speed him up as he slid into the darkness... then he felt himself accelerating, then falling, no, wait, it was just a steep angle. He saw light at the end of the short tunnel behind two flaps of opaque material. But when he past through them, he soon realized that it was far from over. Before him lay a breathtaking view of Cipher Bay, a city divided by the river crossing through it, its waters exiting into a sea of tropical cyan-blue beneath an even deeper blue sky. Then Alemana looked down, and saw the long, long tubular slide he was about to take down the steep cliffside.

At speeds no slide had ever prepared him for, the tamer became a comet as he slid left and right with the curve of the tube. At times, he would become airborne just long enough to see above the walls of the slide, seeing digimon walking, talking, putting up laundry - even one group playing basketball, all of which oblivious to the speeding Troopmon overhead!

First there was trepidation as he then rocketed down the slide, his breathing in his mask loud and frenetic fit a few moments.. what if he was dropped into some junk heap or into the sewers? Just as he began to feel regret- when he entered the sunlight he could only gasp in sheer awe in the sight he beheld. He had seen some incredible things so far, but they had mostly been interspersed between moments of high stakes tension, dulling the wonder of those moments somewhat. Now, though? There was nothing to dilute the sheer exhilaration and sense of splendor. His breathing retained its staccato rhythm, but rather than anxiety, it was now from excitement.. and he couldn’t help but laugh and holler as he continued his journey down the slide- occasionally waving enthusiastically to a digimon who happened to turn their attention to him before he was gone in a blur. He didn’t know it at the time, but this moment would be forever etched into his memory- a snapshot of spectacle he would fondly carry with him for the rest of his life.

Again and again, just when Al thought the ride was over, another dip and cork-screw would be there to greet him as he sped beneath tenement buildings and alleyways. Only when he saw the oncoming mattress wall and landing did he know he'd reached his destination, the slid firing him out like a Typhoon Cannon, giving him the chance for a stylish exit before literally hitting the bed.

[Alright, for funsies, roll either Athletics or Perform with a +1]

And he would enjoy every second of it, and when he saw the mattresses lay out before the endpoint of the slide- a moment of impulse overtook him. He got ready, and as he shot out from the slide, he would tuck and roll- hoping to use the momentum to roll into a sort of front flip, intending to land on his feet!

[Rolling: 1 6 3 5 2 1= 15]

And so he did, much to the awe of high-pitched voices. Turning to the left, Al saw Gazimon propped against the corner of a high-walled, white-concrete parking lot they were now in, alongside three other digimon. The critters were small, almost as tall as a Yokomon minus the flower. They reminded Al of Gotsumon in that they were made of rocks, and a yellow eye inside an almost toothy-maw. Though they had no hands, and just pebbles for legs, they each lifted a card over their heads with a number on it: 5 5 5.

Panting.. he would see the three little guys and their score cards., and he would then give a theatrical bow. The urge to pat them all on the.. noggin..was strong, but he resisted.

The metallic sound of something bumping and skidding against steel warned Al and the others of another incoming arrival. Getting out of the way, the tamer watched from the sidelines as Malie launched from the mouth of the slide, bucket first! Though fortunately, she bent forward enough to hit the mattress with her back, upside-down, before her legs fell forward and plopped her onto the mattress below.

*Rollz*

As before, the tiny rock digimon pulled out their cards, this time reading 1, 2 and 6. When the other two looked at their higher scoring colleague, they saw the unabashed smile in its eye and knew it was no accident.