Barghestmon

April, 2013 ~ Tsurumon bowed his head as he stepped forwards, feeling his feet clicking against the smooth floor. A couple of generators worked away to the side of the chamber, with a few small Digimon working around them. A couple of lone lightbulbs swung from the ceiling, resonating with the sounds of the machinery. The crane glanced sideways, watching as a Kokuwamon stumbled over, dropping a couple of widgets. It hurriedly picked them up and started moving again, giving Tsurumon a glance at the gashes in its metal back. He pressed his beak together, and kept walking. Turning a corner, he slowed, keeping his wings against his sides and his head lowered as he walked in front of the handrail. “” “” Rhyncomon turned around, and rested back against the guardrail, his eyes only half-open. “” Tsurumon pulled his feet together. “

February 2011 Yokohama, Japan ~ Noise. Chatter. The ding-dong of a train siren, followed by the rush of metal wheels on rails. Footsteps. More chatter. So many people, as far as the eye could see. Lights and sounds, like every day in this endless bustling city. They went about their business, most of them oblivious to their surroundings. It was hard to be any other way, lest one lost track of their own needs. But if one looked closer, one could pick out little pieces of a person’s life. All you needed to do was look. Or listen. Amongst the chatter and the chimes and the motors, if you really listened, you might have just been able to pick out the solitary, piercing sound of a lone violin. The sound stopped abruptly, and the fourteen year-old girl sat on the side of the street, wrapped up against the cold air in a thick hoodie, albeit one that was worn at the elbows and in other places. She pulled her legs