ᴛ ʜ ᴜ ɴ ᴅ ᴇ ʀ
in our Hearts
and I will ~; demonstrate ;~ to you, why
———♛ s ᴛ ᴏ ʀ ᴍ s ♛——
are named after
「 ᴘ ᴇ ᴏ ᴘ ʟ ᴇ. 」
Junpei Shibayama Roleplay
魂 — Ken smiled in spite of himself, brushing the wet bangs from his eyes. "Ah, thanks—" he let slip a bashful laugh as he accepted the handkerchiefs, and began blotting his face, "You could say that, I guess that’ll teach me to leave the house in such a hurry next time. That last storm came over so quickly too," but that was the nature of the tail-end of the rainy season. He was probably going to catch a cold, even though it was still incredibly warm outside. "I’m Ken, by the way. It’s nice to meet you."
[ ↯ ] ”Better bring an umbrella,” Junpei quipped. “These seasonal storms can be pretty water-heavy. Thunder’s a nice touch.”
As if on cue, there was a nearby boom! Junpei just looked around as everyone in the shop got quiet. Not a moment later and the patrons started murmuring worriedly. The shopkeep turned the television onto the weather channel, but Junpei didn’t pay it much mind.
"I’m Shibayama Junpei. Good to meet you, Ken. Just too bad it had to be in such stormy circumstances."
魂 — The noodle place was surprisingly filled with people trying to get out of the rain just like Ken, taking advantage of the fresh food and iced drinks. He hadn’t been expecting anyone to reply to his directionless comment either, so it caught him off guard for a moment before he could respond, "I should have paid attention to the weather forecast," Ken grumbled, shuffled across the store with slightly squelchy shoes. The owner of the voice was sat at a table by himself, and since everywhere else was full he decided to pull up a seat and join him. It felt nice to take the weight off his feet. "Is it okay if I sit here?"
Junpei grinned a little and propped his head in hand. Unlike the stranger’s comment, Junpei had watched the weather forecast. It was the reason he was here in the first place. But the streets and even the little noodle shop were surprisingly crowded for it being a stormy day. Junpei didn’t have much hope of going out to recharge his Spirit’s batteries…
[ ↯ ] ”Ah, sure man!” he perked up. “Looking a little more than wet, are we?” The guy shuffled out some of his dry handkerchiefs - the ones he used in his magic tricks - and offered them. “Here. No need to thank me.”
Wizardmon started at the sudden address of the human, and was even more startled to be addressed by the name of a Digimon. The wrong sort of Digimon, but still.
He held his staff close to his body, in a defensive pose more than a threatening one.
”Wizardmon, actually, but it’s an easy mistake to make,” he replied carefully. Humans as he had known them were mostly content to leave him alone, believing him to be a performer or a child in costume. “I’m not here to cause any sort of trouble. I’m merely searching for some..thing.”
Junpei flailed his arms to get himself into a more ready position, watching the digimon take up a defensive stance. But when he wasn’t immediately blasted full of magic, he relaxed.
"Oh, Wizardmon then?" the boy tilted his head. Sorcermon had probably been scanned a long time ago to defend them. There was no way that digimon and this one were connected.
"What are you looking for?" the guy scratched his head. "Everyone around here says the town’s haunted. Are you doing that?"
魂 — The rainy season wasn’t giving up without a fight, catching many people in rather sudden downpours on seemingly pleasant summer days. The air was heavy and humid, in between torrential showers the sunshine beat down on the city, making the sidewalks ripple and the puddles steam. Ken had been unfortunate enough to end up getting caught in the rain, which was just perfect considering how well his day was going up until that point. This was the icing on the proverbial cake — then thunder sounded. Wait, take that back. This was the icing on the cake.
With his arms thrown over his head, he picked up his speed, breaking into a light jog before heading towards to closest place he could find. Another roll of thunder followed just as he stumbled through the doorway of a small noodle parlour, panting and dripping all over the floor. Great. Great great great. "I’d… I’d give it a few minutes…" Ken managed, talking to no one in particular.
Junpei was sitting pretty at one of the tables, poking his food. For once in his life he wasn’t feeling all that hungry, his stomach growling for a different reason. He was a nervous with energy, like the thunder was striking directly at him.
So when someone spoke up - some person who had walked in the door - he almost jumped in surprised. But at least it let him latch onto something other than counting the seconds in between the lightning and the thunder.
[ ↯ ] ”Oh, yeah? I’d give it ten.” He smiled a little at the stranger, striking up a friendly conversation. Of course there was no way the warrior of thunder could predict wrong about these things.
Aw, great. It was raining.
Junpei peeked out from under the awning, only to witness a streak of lightning fly across the sky. Jumping back a little, the guy could only blame himself for this. He was a storm chaser, after all.
Thunderstorms shouldn’t have been a problem for him. He was the warrior of thunder, so he could kind of predict these things. Such a skill required being together with the spirits of thunder for a very long time, though. And now his energy was burnt out after trying to find the eye of the storm or something.
So here he was, stuck. At a noodle place, great. But in this weather, not so much. He was only here because the roof was made of metal and it was on the peak of a hill, nothing more, really. His stomach told him otherwise, but hey, he couldn’t blame the noodles for being in a good place.
Thunder struck and the little chime of the shop door was all but drowned out - of someone coming in from the storm, heavily dripping.
Junpei figured he wasn’t going far. For now.