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Chapter 4 - From Cold to Hot
THE CONTINENT OF FOLDER An old land in the Digital World, Folder is mostly covered in dry deserts dotted with plateaus. It is surrounded by numerous file islands. It reminded many humans of Earth and large numbers settled there. Multiple cities sprang up, populated by the native Digimon and human immigrants. Human ingenuity aided by the superior physical abilities of the Digmon allowed for infrastructure to appear at incredible rates. This quickly brought about a new world, one in which humans and Digimon live side by side. Rumors point to this continent as...
-Encyclopedia Digimonica, RK-
Several days had passed since Bleakburrow’s triumph over Hail and his band of raiders. But while Aster was thankful things were better for the small town, she also knew her journey was far from over. Having said her goodbyes and double-checked on Edward’s recovery, Aster packed up her spartan supplies along with a few days of rations provided generously by Edward’s mother. Inserting the key into her motorcycle and turning the ignition, Aster smiled as the faithful bike awoke once more, a calming sense of old washing over her. Then, after activating her visor with a paw and activating her bike’s GPS, Aster headed towards her next destination. Her motorcycle purring softly beneath her, Aster watched the town of Bleakburrow shrink in her side mirror before the gentle falling snow hid it from sight completely.
Continuing onwards, the falling snow and wind slowly subsided, making the dull growl of Aster’s motorcycle the only sound in the otherwise silent wintery wasteland. “It’s peaceful,” thought Aster to herself as she rode, her mind and body beginning to relax from the hectic past couple of days. The open road always gave Aster a sense of tranquility. And before she knew it, she had arrived in Everfrost, the largest and most civilized city in the glacial sub-continent.
As she approached the city, Aster took a moment to admire the towering ramparts of ice, snow, and wood which surrounded the city. At first glance, Everfrost was slightly more ornate and developed compared to Bleakburrow. However, just like the small mining town, everything about the city reflected the practicality demanded by the unforgiving landscape.
Similar to almost every time she entered into a new city, the occupants gave her curious looks as she putted slowly towards the Trailmon station. After a short conversation with the Gabumon selling the tickets, Aster loaded her bike onto one of the storage cars, making sure her supplies were secured. Being an essential asset to the majority of cities in the Digital World, the ebb and flow of food, materials, Digimon, and humans alike were usually transported by Trailmon. However, recent conflicts had destroyed numerous rail lines across the Digital World, and many of the less critical lines were still damaged beyond the point of use.
Drawing out a sigh, Aster sunk into her plush seat, wiggling her fluffy butt until she found the spot of maximum comfort. It wasn’t much longer, though, until the train lurched forward, initiating the next leg of her journey. A content smile on her face, Aster passed the time by watching the passing scenery as the other passengers babbled in conversation around her. As the Trailmon clacked forward across the Digi-steel tracks, Aster observed the landscape sprout to life through her window. Bastions of greenery gradually became more frequent as the climate warmed, and trees became more prevalent. Eventually, the plant life claimed victory with the only ice remaining in Aster’s memory.
“It’s beautiful,” she mumbled through a tired yawn as sleep became more and more enticing by the moment. But try as she may, Aster’s slumber overcame her as her mind drifted into blissful rest.
Several hours past and it wasn’t until the conductor informed the passengers of their proximity to their destination that Aster began to stir. A low moan escaping her lips and Aster removed the sleep from her eyes with the backside of a paw. Raising her head, she noticed the landscape was now drastically different than before. Sand, sand, sand, and an occasional rock was all that greeted her as she gave her feet paws a stretch, feeling them pop with relief.
“Now approaching Blisterstone station in the continent of Folder. If this is your destination, please prepare to disembark, our next stop will be the continent of Server,” Called the Conductor over the PA system as the Trailmon uniformly began to slow.
Waiting until the train-like Digimon had come to a complete stop, Aster exited the passenger car as a warm blast of arid desert wind ruffled her mane. “I’m home,” thought the yellow vixen to herself as she waited in line before reclaiming her beloved bike. However, as she expected, Aster noticed a large number of individuals waiting to board, many of them heavily laden with all sorts of items and supplies. Swinging her leg deftly over the bike, Aster nestled into the familiar seat of her motorcycle. “Hey girl, did you miss me?” chuckled Aster to herself as she slowly idled off the station floor and onto the sand-covered road.
Being a desert town, Blisterstone was aptly named as the sand and rocks often reached scorching and painful intensities. But just how the architecture of Everfrost had been engineered for its conditions, so had Blisterstone and its residents adapted to the surrounding landscape. However, it wasn’t the architecture that surprised Aster, but rather the number of homes and structures which had been boarded up and abandoned. Slowly rolling through town, Aster even noticed several small families, bags, and suitcases in hand, heading towards the Trainmon station.
“It’s even worse than before, I can’t believe he would do this,” commented Aster, her tail ruffling as a surge of anger rose from within. But before she could dwell any further on the forces plaguing the town, Aster’s stomach rudely reminded her she hadn’t eaten for some time. A new goal now at the forefront of her mind, Aster scoured the streets for a place to eat, eventually finding one that was still brave enough to open its doors. Pulling up to the curb, Aster hopped off her bike, locked it, and began scanning it over to make sure everything was undamaged from her recent adventures.
However, as the curvy Renamon bent over, she failed to notice the young human boy and the Agumon by his side that were watching her. “Whoa! Did you see that, Terra? That Digimon has a motorcycle, and she looks so cool!” whispered the young boy with excitement to his dino-like partner from the trashcan they were hiding behind.
“Let’s see what kind of Digimon she is, Roy,” whispered back Terra the Agumon, prompting the young boy to pull out his Digivice. After entering some information, Roy’s red and grey Digivice informed him the fox-like creature’s species was Renamon, along with listing her typing and basic move set. “Wow, she’s pretty powerful for a rookie!”
“Yeah! But why does she have that Digivice dangling off her…” started Roy before the Renamon they were observing accidentally dropped a wrench. Eyes going wide, the young boy and his Agumon watched as Aster bent over to grab it, giving them quite the display of her leotard covered rump.
Rather taken off guard, Roy twitched instinctively, accidentally knocking over their trashcan camouflage and alerting Aster to their presence.
Startled, Aster whirled about with a hastily formed ice dagger in her paw. Thankfully upon seeing it was only a couple of kids, Aster barely managed to alter the course of her throw. Instead of impaling the young man, the dagger plunged into the sand mere inches away from his shoe.
“Oh, crap!” yelled Roy as the sudden appearance and closeness of the dagger caused him to jump several feet in the air. But the second his feet touched the ground, the young man began to book it to safety, his partner freaking out in tow.
“Stupid kids,” moaned Aster to herself, rubbing her eyes with her paws in frustration to refocus. “I need to relax, I almost killed them,” she muttered with a scowl, tightening the loose bolt which she had been trying to fix. Satisfied, Aster pulled open the heavy door to the Golden Scarab Inn before walking inside, where a Deputymon was reading a book behind the reception counter.
“A customer!” exclaimed the revolver Digimon, momentarily fumbling before rising to his feet and doing his best to look proper. “What can I do for you, miss? We have rooms, food, and drinks of several varieties!” greeted the Deputymon, giving a polite bow with a wave of his cowboy hat.
“Thank you, sir, I’ll probably end up trying all three, but for now some food and drink will suffice.” Replied Aster politely as she looked around, noticing the nature of disrepair the inn was currently in, along with the claw marks and bullet holes which decorated the walls.
Noticing Aster’s wandering eyes as he guided her over to the dining room and bar, the Deputymon gave a nervous but lighthearted chuckle. “Don’t you worry about those.” Spoke up the Deputymon with a dismissive wave of a gloved hand. “The recent rebel skirmishes have frightened many good folks out of Blisterstone, and although the fighting has remained outside the city, thieves have begun looking over whatever individuals left behind. Had a couple of em’ try to do the same to my inn awhile back. Thankfully I scared them off without having to shoot anyone, and I doubt they’ll return. So don’t worry about sleeping here tonight, I guarantee your safety,” nodded the Deputymon, giving a nod as he poured a cup of fermented Digicactus ale for Aster to drink.
“By rebels…you mean the Cerberus Forces, right?” inquired Aster, the words bringing a scowl to her lips as the inn owner looked up in curiosity.
“Huh? How do you know about the Cerberus Forces? Your getup looks a bit too fancy to me for you to be living on Folder, no offense miss.”
“None taken,” replied Aster, taking a swig of her Digicactus brew, wincing slightly from the strong and somewhat sour taste. “I used to live on Folder…but then I left,” she continued, the weight of the Digivice strapped to her thigh seemingly growing heavier by the second. “I returned because I think I can make a difference, or at least I hope I can.”
The Deputymon smiled thoughtfully, giving his ale a slow swirl before downing a large portion. “I wish there were more Digimon with that attitude. That hope of yours is a rare thing to come across these days.”
“I’ll drink to that,” chortled Aster, giving her glass a clink with the Deputymon’s before he turned to prepare her a meal.
The two conversed softly for a while until the Deputymon noticed something peeking in at them through the window. “Looks like Roy and Terra are drooling over my cooking again, though this time, it may be something else.” Snickered the Deputymon as Aster looked over her shoulder, noticing the young boy and his Agumon were nonchalantly watching through the window from the sidewalk.
“Hey! Those are the two that were staring at me earlier!” spoke up Aster with annoyance and a mild tinge of red on her cheeks. “They were…staring at my butt,” she trailed off, her antsy tail flicking with the undesired attention.
“Guard the kitchen for me, will ya? There’s something I need to take care of,” spoke up the Deputymon before walking outside, grabbing the two boys by the ears and dragging them over to Aster. “Come now, you two young men should know better!” scolded the inn owner, releasing the sheepish stalkers’ ears, which they rubbed with soreness. “If only your parents were still around…anyways, tell the nice lady you’re very sorry. And that you won’t do it again,” he instructed the boys, who readily did despite their embarrassing stammering. “Now run along, and don’t ever let me catch you perving over anything again, clear?”
“Yes sir, sorry sir,” replied Roy and Terra with their heads hung low, giving one last apology before leaving the inn.
Aster watched as the pair walked down the road, giving one quick glance back at the beautiful Renamon in the inn before scampering away with cheeky grins. “So, you know them?” she asked, focusing again on the Deputymon, who served her a large plate of steak and mixed vegetables.
“I know they’re troublemakers, but I think they're good kids at heart. But like everyone, they’ve fallen on hard times recently. Speaking of hard times, I would recommend that you park your motorcycle inside during the nights. People…people tend to behave rather uncivilized under the wrong circumstances. Just make sure it doesn’t leak oil on the floor.” cautioned the Deputymon as he refilled Aster’s glass.
“I appreciate the warning,” nodded Aster in reply as the inn owner left her to enjoy the remainder of her meal. Now alone with her thoughts, Aster began to formulate her next course of action. Although she had plenty of currency, her bike was running low on fuel. Not to mention she was itching to try out her newfound ability once more.
But as most of the remaining citizens of Blisterstone hunkered down for the night, a smile slowly spread across Aster’s muzzle as her heart raced with excitement.
The next part of the story. This time, with a little extra info.
Character design and story outline by
AtticusKotch
Story written by ThornWolf33 on DA (https://www.deviantart.com/thornwolf33)
THE CONTINENT OF FOLDER An old land in the Digital World, Folder is mostly covered in dry deserts dotted with plateaus. It is surrounded by numerous file islands. It reminded many humans of Earth and large numbers settled there. Multiple cities sprang up, populated by the native Digimon and human immigrants. Human ingenuity aided by the superior physical abilities of the Digmon allowed for infrastructure to appear at incredible rates. This quickly brought about a new world, one in which humans and Digimon live side by side. Rumors point to this continent as...
-Encyclopedia Digimonica, RK-
Several days had passed since Bleakburrow’s triumph over Hail and his band of raiders. But while Aster was thankful things were better for the small town, she also knew her journey was far from over. Having said her goodbyes and double-checked on Edward’s recovery, Aster packed up her spartan supplies along with a few days of rations provided generously by Edward’s mother. Inserting the key into her motorcycle and turning the ignition, Aster smiled as the faithful bike awoke once more, a calming sense of old washing over her. Then, after activating her visor with a paw and activating her bike’s GPS, Aster headed towards her next destination. Her motorcycle purring softly beneath her, Aster watched the town of Bleakburrow shrink in her side mirror before the gentle falling snow hid it from sight completely.
Continuing onwards, the falling snow and wind slowly subsided, making the dull growl of Aster’s motorcycle the only sound in the otherwise silent wintery wasteland. “It’s peaceful,” thought Aster to herself as she rode, her mind and body beginning to relax from the hectic past couple of days. The open road always gave Aster a sense of tranquility. And before she knew it, she had arrived in Everfrost, the largest and most civilized city in the glacial sub-continent.
As she approached the city, Aster took a moment to admire the towering ramparts of ice, snow, and wood which surrounded the city. At first glance, Everfrost was slightly more ornate and developed compared to Bleakburrow. However, just like the small mining town, everything about the city reflected the practicality demanded by the unforgiving landscape.
Similar to almost every time she entered into a new city, the occupants gave her curious looks as she putted slowly towards the Trailmon station. After a short conversation with the Gabumon selling the tickets, Aster loaded her bike onto one of the storage cars, making sure her supplies were secured. Being an essential asset to the majority of cities in the Digital World, the ebb and flow of food, materials, Digimon, and humans alike were usually transported by Trailmon. However, recent conflicts had destroyed numerous rail lines across the Digital World, and many of the less critical lines were still damaged beyond the point of use.
Drawing out a sigh, Aster sunk into her plush seat, wiggling her fluffy butt until she found the spot of maximum comfort. It wasn’t much longer, though, until the train lurched forward, initiating the next leg of her journey. A content smile on her face, Aster passed the time by watching the passing scenery as the other passengers babbled in conversation around her. As the Trailmon clacked forward across the Digi-steel tracks, Aster observed the landscape sprout to life through her window. Bastions of greenery gradually became more frequent as the climate warmed, and trees became more prevalent. Eventually, the plant life claimed victory with the only ice remaining in Aster’s memory.
“It’s beautiful,” she mumbled through a tired yawn as sleep became more and more enticing by the moment. But try as she may, Aster’s slumber overcame her as her mind drifted into blissful rest.
Several hours past and it wasn’t until the conductor informed the passengers of their proximity to their destination that Aster began to stir. A low moan escaping her lips and Aster removed the sleep from her eyes with the backside of a paw. Raising her head, she noticed the landscape was now drastically different than before. Sand, sand, sand, and an occasional rock was all that greeted her as she gave her feet paws a stretch, feeling them pop with relief.
“Now approaching Blisterstone station in the continent of Folder. If this is your destination, please prepare to disembark, our next stop will be the continent of Server,” Called the Conductor over the PA system as the Trailmon uniformly began to slow.
Waiting until the train-like Digimon had come to a complete stop, Aster exited the passenger car as a warm blast of arid desert wind ruffled her mane. “I’m home,” thought the yellow vixen to herself as she waited in line before reclaiming her beloved bike. However, as she expected, Aster noticed a large number of individuals waiting to board, many of them heavily laden with all sorts of items and supplies. Swinging her leg deftly over the bike, Aster nestled into the familiar seat of her motorcycle. “Hey girl, did you miss me?” chuckled Aster to herself as she slowly idled off the station floor and onto the sand-covered road.
Being a desert town, Blisterstone was aptly named as the sand and rocks often reached scorching and painful intensities. But just how the architecture of Everfrost had been engineered for its conditions, so had Blisterstone and its residents adapted to the surrounding landscape. However, it wasn’t the architecture that surprised Aster, but rather the number of homes and structures which had been boarded up and abandoned. Slowly rolling through town, Aster even noticed several small families, bags, and suitcases in hand, heading towards the Trainmon station.
“It’s even worse than before, I can’t believe he would do this,” commented Aster, her tail ruffling as a surge of anger rose from within. But before she could dwell any further on the forces plaguing the town, Aster’s stomach rudely reminded her she hadn’t eaten for some time. A new goal now at the forefront of her mind, Aster scoured the streets for a place to eat, eventually finding one that was still brave enough to open its doors. Pulling up to the curb, Aster hopped off her bike, locked it, and began scanning it over to make sure everything was undamaged from her recent adventures.
However, as the curvy Renamon bent over, she failed to notice the young human boy and the Agumon by his side that were watching her. “Whoa! Did you see that, Terra? That Digimon has a motorcycle, and she looks so cool!” whispered the young boy with excitement to his dino-like partner from the trashcan they were hiding behind.
“Let’s see what kind of Digimon she is, Roy,” whispered back Terra the Agumon, prompting the young boy to pull out his Digivice. After entering some information, Roy’s red and grey Digivice informed him the fox-like creature’s species was Renamon, along with listing her typing and basic move set. “Wow, she’s pretty powerful for a rookie!”
“Yeah! But why does she have that Digivice dangling off her…” started Roy before the Renamon they were observing accidentally dropped a wrench. Eyes going wide, the young boy and his Agumon watched as Aster bent over to grab it, giving them quite the display of her leotard covered rump.
Rather taken off guard, Roy twitched instinctively, accidentally knocking over their trashcan camouflage and alerting Aster to their presence.
Startled, Aster whirled about with a hastily formed ice dagger in her paw. Thankfully upon seeing it was only a couple of kids, Aster barely managed to alter the course of her throw. Instead of impaling the young man, the dagger plunged into the sand mere inches away from his shoe.
“Oh, crap!” yelled Roy as the sudden appearance and closeness of the dagger caused him to jump several feet in the air. But the second his feet touched the ground, the young man began to book it to safety, his partner freaking out in tow.
“Stupid kids,” moaned Aster to herself, rubbing her eyes with her paws in frustration to refocus. “I need to relax, I almost killed them,” she muttered with a scowl, tightening the loose bolt which she had been trying to fix. Satisfied, Aster pulled open the heavy door to the Golden Scarab Inn before walking inside, where a Deputymon was reading a book behind the reception counter.
“A customer!” exclaimed the revolver Digimon, momentarily fumbling before rising to his feet and doing his best to look proper. “What can I do for you, miss? We have rooms, food, and drinks of several varieties!” greeted the Deputymon, giving a polite bow with a wave of his cowboy hat.
“Thank you, sir, I’ll probably end up trying all three, but for now some food and drink will suffice.” Replied Aster politely as she looked around, noticing the nature of disrepair the inn was currently in, along with the claw marks and bullet holes which decorated the walls.
Noticing Aster’s wandering eyes as he guided her over to the dining room and bar, the Deputymon gave a nervous but lighthearted chuckle. “Don’t you worry about those.” Spoke up the Deputymon with a dismissive wave of a gloved hand. “The recent rebel skirmishes have frightened many good folks out of Blisterstone, and although the fighting has remained outside the city, thieves have begun looking over whatever individuals left behind. Had a couple of em’ try to do the same to my inn awhile back. Thankfully I scared them off without having to shoot anyone, and I doubt they’ll return. So don’t worry about sleeping here tonight, I guarantee your safety,” nodded the Deputymon, giving a nod as he poured a cup of fermented Digicactus ale for Aster to drink.
“By rebels…you mean the Cerberus Forces, right?” inquired Aster, the words bringing a scowl to her lips as the inn owner looked up in curiosity.
“Huh? How do you know about the Cerberus Forces? Your getup looks a bit too fancy to me for you to be living on Folder, no offense miss.”
“None taken,” replied Aster, taking a swig of her Digicactus brew, wincing slightly from the strong and somewhat sour taste. “I used to live on Folder…but then I left,” she continued, the weight of the Digivice strapped to her thigh seemingly growing heavier by the second. “I returned because I think I can make a difference, or at least I hope I can.”
The Deputymon smiled thoughtfully, giving his ale a slow swirl before downing a large portion. “I wish there were more Digimon with that attitude. That hope of yours is a rare thing to come across these days.”
“I’ll drink to that,” chortled Aster, giving her glass a clink with the Deputymon’s before he turned to prepare her a meal.
The two conversed softly for a while until the Deputymon noticed something peeking in at them through the window. “Looks like Roy and Terra are drooling over my cooking again, though this time, it may be something else.” Snickered the Deputymon as Aster looked over her shoulder, noticing the young boy and his Agumon were nonchalantly watching through the window from the sidewalk.
“Hey! Those are the two that were staring at me earlier!” spoke up Aster with annoyance and a mild tinge of red on her cheeks. “They were…staring at my butt,” she trailed off, her antsy tail flicking with the undesired attention.
“Guard the kitchen for me, will ya? There’s something I need to take care of,” spoke up the Deputymon before walking outside, grabbing the two boys by the ears and dragging them over to Aster. “Come now, you two young men should know better!” scolded the inn owner, releasing the sheepish stalkers’ ears, which they rubbed with soreness. “If only your parents were still around…anyways, tell the nice lady you’re very sorry. And that you won’t do it again,” he instructed the boys, who readily did despite their embarrassing stammering. “Now run along, and don’t ever let me catch you perving over anything again, clear?”
“Yes sir, sorry sir,” replied Roy and Terra with their heads hung low, giving one last apology before leaving the inn.
Aster watched as the pair walked down the road, giving one quick glance back at the beautiful Renamon in the inn before scampering away with cheeky grins. “So, you know them?” she asked, focusing again on the Deputymon, who served her a large plate of steak and mixed vegetables.
“I know they’re troublemakers, but I think they're good kids at heart. But like everyone, they’ve fallen on hard times recently. Speaking of hard times, I would recommend that you park your motorcycle inside during the nights. People…people tend to behave rather uncivilized under the wrong circumstances. Just make sure it doesn’t leak oil on the floor.” cautioned the Deputymon as he refilled Aster’s glass.
“I appreciate the warning,” nodded Aster in reply as the inn owner left her to enjoy the remainder of her meal. Now alone with her thoughts, Aster began to formulate her next course of action. Although she had plenty of currency, her bike was running low on fuel. Not to mention she was itching to try out her newfound ability once more.
But as most of the remaining citizens of Blisterstone hunkered down for the night, a smile slowly spread across Aster’s muzzle as her heart raced with excitement.
The next part of the story. This time, with a little extra info.
Character design and story outline by
AtticusKotchStory written by ThornWolf33 on DA (https://www.deviantart.com/thornwolf33)
Category Story / Digimon
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