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Klay Arslan
series- D/igimon Be/atbreak
Outwardly the richest person who does the most charity work to the public. Holds several charity organizations to actually help with the world and often seen as one of the nicest person, if slimiest around due to still being a business man.
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Business picks up after a while, a small delivery service, shipping and handling. It wasn't the most ludicrous of business opportunities but its still his.
Meanwhile while Klay was busy looking at his phone, his partner was looking at Itachi for a while. Sand body full formed and ready at the moment.
"Hmm."
the digimon humms, smelling something rather odd about the other.
its june, hoorah. small starter call cap at five.
"it as if you have never seen a digimon before." Of course they know that their existence is rare by itself, especially now in this city. Sand formed their body and Klay...
"Leave them alone, its tea time right now." @unmaskedheartÂ
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"Opimystic." She repeats quicker, though it's hard to tell if she's messing it up on purpose now or not. She isn't. It's just a weird word with a lot of different sounds to it. She still has a hard time saying "Forger" a lot of the time.
So people don't believe people who stutter? That doesn't sound right. She babbles and stutters all the time and Gregor always believes her.
Or... well, he does most of the time.
Mama and Original Papa didn't really take some of her statements very seriously, but she was also shady with the truth so... maybe she shouldn't lie so much.
"Do I have to study?" Anya pouts a little. Of course she does. She has to study really hard so she can get Original Papa to meet the Big Bad Guy Boss, but that doesn't mean she likes hearing it from someone not her papa. Any of them. "I don't like it. It's not fun."
"Having world peace, is never fun. You can, but..."
He looks to the sun for a bit, thinking of all the misery someone with good intentions can cause. Its not a pretty picture.
"You have to study. That all there is to it. Study, and apply in ways to achieve world peace. It can take so long, but you can do it."
"Just keep believing in what you do." klay voice is indeed sincere about this situation, after all there is little reason to crush the goals of a young lady. And he has no right to take away such splendid dreams, but its up to the young girl to find out how to make world peace happen to begin with.
Ah, there it was. The comment had been made so casually, and yet, it revealed so much about the man sitting in front of him. Sunday looked up from his cake into Klay's eyes, and then proceeded to use his fork to cut a piece of the cake.
"I must disagree, Mr. Klay. Waking up every day having to fight for your survival, having no prospect of how the next day will be, no perspective of a future they can plan for and facing hardships that could smolder anyone's dignity... And yet they keep going. No, Mr. Klay. These are some of the strongest people there are." Sunday looked up once more, curious to see what his reaction would be towards there. "A priest?" Sunday smiled with the corner of his lips. "Maybe I was something like that a long time ago. Nowadays I am but a traveler." And a fugitive from his home planet.
"It did take a long time to get to a position of power that companies would not touch." he comments, outside of the cafe there was a shift of sand, like a sudden sandstorm that died just as quickly as it appeared. His emotions were a bit rampant , allowing a brief surge to his partner waiting outside. He'll save some cake and bring it out when he's alone.
"It seems we lost everything, when we arrive in this city. Its a bit annoying to regain what was lost. But even if I can't ever leave again... I won't be satisfied with what power I do have right now."
"Oh, and are you satisfied with what you have right now?"
IF HIS ANSWER WAS DEEMED CLICHE, then so be it. that was merely how this world works, based much upon factual evidence and how those choose to view it, twisting it to their own whims or otherwise. but he allows this man the last say in that regard, no reason to carry on a dying, pointless conversation when neither would acquiesce to another point of view.
now as for the invitation to join him for something to eat...
â It is, â he agrees, though that, too, begs to question what motives the blond may have with stating something so blatantly. what a curious mortal this man was, the way he carries himself more than human, yet still in a way that doesn't feel natural. â I will join you for now. It's not as if there is much else in this place to tend to aside from one's own needs. â work was non-existent in this place to him, something akin to a fleeting dream with the lack of death.
The table outside the cafe was set and ready for use, donuts were ordered and Klay in a rare moment had set one aside to the ground, before the very sands devoured it in one go. One second and it was gone, missing.
"As someone who arrived here recently, does one gain new dreams? Perhaps a hobby?" sipping tea and talking of mundane things. How quaint.
Tao was swirling and gathering, but its source werenât from this stranger himself. The sand took form. Shaping into a lizard that could speak, of all things. She withdrew a step, uncertain. Had she an ounce of her power, sheâd flaunt an arrogance worthy of her title. But things felt wrong here and so sheâd regard this beast with a wary stare. It spoke and addressed the stranger⌠Klay - as not just human. Odd, her eyes and senses suggested he was only that. âYou want strength because you were weak⌠that sounds very human to me. Power because youâre afraidâŚâ
Pollen on her hands force her thoughts to her mouth.
âI canât quite relate. As strange as it is⌠thatâs what makes humans so useful. Your extremes. Your tao is weak, not small, but you probably wouldnât survive. So maybe this place is better for you. For now...â
She looks back to the sand lizard, ignoring Klayâs mentioning of wanting to get a drink. âWhat are you exactly? Why partner with a human?â
"Because I am Klay as well. Made from his very soul." the digimon stated proudly, head held high. Eyes unblinking at the other.
"Now now, don't say such embarrassing things. It must be the flowers doing most of the work, after all only truth comes out."
"But he is made from me, Sunarizamon is quiet the being, aren't they? One of a kind. Of course the process on how they are made from humans hasn't been studied too hard yet. But ... "
"Think of me as the very life source of Sunarizamon. Without my life, they cannot live as well. Its a symbiotic relationship that is forever."
Humans are simple. So simple it could frightening, and yet they were perfect all the same so it seemed. âYou almost sound like RienâŚâ Kind as they once were, they were the first to suggest â ââŚregarding humans like cattle.â Sharp words and yet Zhu Jinâs expression softened, harsh lines of her frowning evened away.
âSo what are your intentions? You cannot be looking to consume them as we have. You are human yourself - â the shaking sand beneath drew her attention before she would inquire, uncertainly â⌠arenât you?â
"Control them? ...No. I simply seek a strength so I would never be weak again. I have gain some control over factors of my life...but here in this city, it seems that control is rather hard to come by."
The sand finally forms, into a giant sand lizard, no...a lizard made of sand.
"Klay is not simply a human, but my partner." sandlizardmon arrives, finally forming after observing all exists and entrances. "What we seek is simple as well. Power."
"Simply enough reasoning. That all I will give about that. I need a drink at this point, somewhere far away from... all this."
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Ignorance is bliss? She sighs and turns her gaze away. âItâs more like weaknessâŚWhy would you choose to live like the things beneath you?â
âIs that how you live? Do you know there's truths and choose a lesser life still? Do you choose weakness?â
"Its how you control. Give them the bliss they desire, and they will be puppets. Humans are very simple, and it always falls on people with various intentions to make use of that."
"Like animals that they are, it is disturbingly easy to control their very thoughts with few actions. "
The sand around them shook and rumbled as if alive. the more into the conversation Klay got.
Just because?
âWhat a troublesome answerâŚ.â, and it was made apparent by the look on her face. On the island, there was reason. Even if it took centuries to reach there was purpose to even their plants.
âWhat would be the point then? If you donât seek truthsâŚ.going your whole lives knowing nothing at all of taoâŚâ It was the solid and only constant truth Zhu Jin and the other Tensen were cultivated to understand. Nothing of governments, or rudimentary profits, just training and perfecting of tao.
â⌠youâd live like animals.â
"Ignorance is bliss, and those who wish to enjoy life blisfully, tend to avoid the truth in their face."
"Is it so bad, such a life without hassle , without major struggle is not one that people would dismiss. It is a lucky life after all, born at the right time, at the right place..."
"That how most people live."
Zhu Jin wasnât much of a outright liar, but she kept many things quiet behind her small frowns and averted gazes.
A plant with effects on the mind? Her eyes fell to the blooms peaking from the ground and squinted. What hazy shape she could make of itâs tao told her itâs nature was unlike the ordinary. So that was at least a truth. Perhaps he was right.
âI donât know about governments. Rules of the mainland sound complicated and uninteresting.â A thought slipped from her that she would have sooner kept to herself. She frowns. Preemptively irritated and hoping such a thought didnât make her out to sound like some kind of fool.
She too steps away from the nearest plant at her feet.
âWhat is the point of these plants then? Do they feed something? What power is there in truths? Is there some kind of rebellion hiding in this city?â
"The easiest explanation is this. Just because."
It was a simple answer , though he actually knew not what the reason for such plants to exist. but just because was seemingly the easiest to understand with. Like how companies would ruin a country for wealth, just because. There is no deeper reasoning needed.
Like how people would want godhood, just because.
"Its best to ignore them, less people want to hear some uncomfortable truths to the world."
â Would that not make the point that rockets more valuable than cakes? â that's what his opinion on the matter is, at the very least. were inventions as those so scarce in comparison to something easily attainable, he finds it strangely incomparable. things such as medication and technological advancements were a little different, garnering breakthroughs after decades of research and searching for the answer than a simple recipe.
â That would depend on one's perspective, â he soon adds, arms crossing over his chest as he tilts his head slightly to the side. â People would likely spend on things like that. But if you asked everyone, would their answers all be the same? I doubt it. There are those wanting breakthroughs to contend illness. That would take more priority to them than a slice of cake, wouldn't it? â
"the cliche answer of, it depends." Of course such an answer would even be unsatisfactory even to him. of course there was little else to say about the matter, as much as he started it. It was a weak conversation to be had after all.
"Though, right now I would like something to eat. Do you wish to join? I have no qualms about treating others. After all being generous with money when one has it, is looked at kindly."
Zhu Jin turned to cast a look over her shoulder. The stranger seemed to be talking about the flowers Zhu Jin noticed all over the place. Given the time of her arrival, she had assumed these were always here. âTemporary? Is it some matter about the season?â Were these blooms a summer sort?
But wait -
âWhatâs this about a power?â
"The flower, it forces truth out."
"How unpleasant it could be, if the citizens can never lie to their own government. Or to workers to their bosses, it would be the perfect weapon against falsehoods."
"Or to enemies."
He stands to go a bit further away from the flowers.
"Alas, as far as research goes, these kinds of flowers exist temporary and won't come back until the leaders of this city deem it so."
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Sunday smiled at Klay's choice. It seemed that he was really trying to enjoy himself, and he felt glad for this. He could tell Klay was not lying about what he worked with, but he had also learned through life that sometimes people could easily omit important things while strictly saying the truth. However, he had no reason to doubt the man right now. "What about you, Mr. Klay? Were you interested in your charity efforts, or were you interested in looking good for the public?"
Sunday took a piece of his cake, letting out a soft sigh once he felt the delicious chocolaty dough melting in his mouth with the tinge of orange. "Was it a business need that you were fulfilling, or a personal one?"
"A bit of both. After all, i know the feeling deeply...of losing one home due to greed. Refugees are so weak and so easy to use..."
A pause, his cake barely touch. HIs coffee barely sup on. His eyes went distant for a moment, remembering the horrible moments of his life, and how it continues on and on until a never ending tapestry continued with his life of horrors.
"When you look good to the people, they will flock to you. Thus it becomes easier to get your goals set. thus a win win situation is set up for everyone. My charities get more money, and I gain more prestige."
"And what of you? You sound very much like a priest."
"Unfortunate, that you would be caught in such a place."
"Now don't be rude. Everyone is caught in this city."
