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[005] video/action -- are you ready for some footballlll

[The feed's a little jerky, and there's a sound from below, like Ken's hitting something periodically with his feet.]

I regained another memory today. It's mysterious, how out of order recall seems. My parents' names and faces are still unclear.

But I remembered something from my daily life! I'm a striker for the local soccer club. That's a position that mostly handles offense. Wormmon's never seen me play, but he says he'd heard I was pretty good!

Did anyone else used to play a sport?

[He actually sounds like he's almost laughing.

For those in the general area of the Ermis Suites, Ken's in the park across the way, kicking a soccer ball around with Wormmon and generally having a good ole time. He has a hobby! He has a hobby and a nice, normal life somewhere!]

[[ooc: Ken finally redeemed some of his cave adventure anemoi! 1% on his soccer club. Thread made for Yuta, but all are welcome~]]

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[With Catherine's feed, the camera is seeing just a fragment of her face in the mirror while she puts her hair up.]

Sure, used to be the pitcher for the Vault baseball team. For being underground, that sport really shouldn't have worked.

Underground?

[Feeling like he missed something, now.]

...yeeeah, that's a bit of a story.

...I see.

[He's curious, but not sure whether he should pry.]

Pitcher's an important position, though, isn't it? Sounds like a lot of fun.

Can't have a game without a pitcher. Turns out I was just really good at throwing things.

...heh. I know that expression. You wanna know?

[.....found out.]

...if you don't mind.

[Popping open a coke for this.]

You know what nukes are?

The missiles?

[He has a bad feeling about this.]

For me, two hundred years ago, the world decided being civilized sucked.

Hence "underground"....

[He looks troubled. That's an awful thing to think about happening.]

Turns out people at least survived above ground, but I didn't know that for years.

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[...pretty sure Hero work does not count here.

Anyway, Barnaby was a bit worried when he came home from some very important things (like asking around about that symbol) to find no trace of Ken, but when he saw the network feed, he felt...somewhat better, actually. At least someone's having a good day.

He's probably played sports before, he can't remember. But he's definitely swinging by the park, with a few paper plates, plastic spoons and a container of cabbage rolls. And yes, some fried rice, too.]

[Ken kicks the ball to Wormmon, who can't quite catch up to it in time....so it ends up rolling right to Barnaby.

Jogging over to fetch it, Ken's face lights up.]

Ah, Barnaby-san! Good afternoon.

Good afternoon to you too, Ken.

[Ever so polite, apparently.]

I heard.

Heard?

[He puts his foot down on the soccer ball as Wormmon comes skittering up behind him.]

About...?

You play soccer too? I just remembered it a few days ago, myself.

((OOC: Which is another 1% towards his own memories of how to play and such!))

Really?

[He stops kicking the ball around to pick it up and tuck it under his arm. A glimpse of it shows up on the feed as a result.]

It must be a popular sport....

Yeah. I couldn't join the team, but I used to play it with my friends after school all the time. I think most people at my school liked it.

I haven't remembered my school just yet.

[He breaks off to think, and an idea occurs to him.

But he's kind of self-conscious, so he just looks down at the ball in his hands.]

You'll remember it eventually. You just need to wait 'til then.

[Although his expression changes to a curious one when Ken pauses.]

Hey, is something up?

No, it's just...

[This is ridiculous. He's gotten along with Yuta since the other boy first arrived. There's nothing to be nervous about.]

I did - purchase a soccer ball, so.

You'd be welcome to play if you'd like, Takizawa-kun.

[He breaks into a grin once more.]

Sure! It'll be fun to play again.

[And then he remembers-]

Hey, would it be okay if I brought a friend with me? I don't know if he knows the game, but I don't want to leave him by himself in my room while I'm out having fun.