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Dirty Laundry (Timothy, Closed)
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Post by Dante on Jul 17, 2016 22:41:43 GMT
Dante watched as DracNos trolled the girl with the annoying accent. He was happy he was not the one being tricked. To think that not even a year ago he had never seen a Digimon before. It felt like Wormmon had been causing trouble his whole life. Dante turns his attention back to the matter at hand. "I don't know, I guess we go to the station and raise hell." Wormmon smiles that special delusional smile his sideways mouth only gets when he's about to say something sinister. "Let's round up all the poo in the west side of the Digital World and plop it down on the station from a helicopter. Wha ha haha!" "Where are we going to get a helicopter?"
Dante rolls his eyes. He wants to seek justice against the media for accusing him of a crime they didn't commit. While Wormmon's idea would certainly get even, it was too far fetched. Like most of the Worm King's ideas. Dante notices a woman wearing a long trench coat and floppy hat walking up to them. Before he can say anything, the woman rushes up to them, standing nose to nose. "Oh my goodness you guys are the mall bandits- Tell me why did you do it- Are you really working for Terriermon's organization- Is that your natural hair color- I think you would look better as a blonde no black hair- Can you tell me why you are stealing merchandise from the mall?!"
The strange woman would not stop talking. She was running her mouth a mile a minute. Wormmon covers his antennas with his feelers, before finally he can't stand it any more. "SHUT UUUUUP!!!" Wormmon shoots a sticky net at the woman's face, covering her mouth with a web. Realizing Wormmon was about to do something, Dante quickly got out of the way of the web in time. She tries to pull it apart with her hands, but that just gets her hands stuck to her face. She frantically flails around trying to free herself. "Nice job, Wormmon. This must be one of the reporters. Maybe we can get her to take us to the station." "Seriously?! I don't wanna spend another minute around this chatterbox!"
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Post by vating on Jul 19, 2016 2:47:47 GMT
Timothy shrugs, "Works for me, lets get violent!" He loved this idea, raiding the news and forcing them to correct themselves, what could go wrong, other than everything. This was a perfect mix between crazy for Yokomon and genius for Tokomon, they'll both agree no matter what!
Timothy looks at the two and says, "So, you guys wanna do this?"
Yokomon jumps up shouting, "Yes!"
Tokomon stands on his heels and nods, "Sure, seems like a smart idea."
Timothy's smile is quickly removed when the reporter rushed in and after listening to her and Wormmon covers her face with the sticky net (after following Dante out of the way of course). He looks at the reporter and laughs a little, "That was awesome."
Yokomon heard the thing about the organization and immediately thinks 'gang.' She then jumps up in the air a few times and says, "Are we joining a gang? That sounds like fun! Can we mug someone on the way to the station?"
Tokomon sighs and shouts, "We aren't in a gang, we're going to tell them to change their minds and stop saying we are!"
Yokomon looks down, "Awww... But... The Boy, The Flower, and The Jaws is a great gang name..."
"No it isn't!"
Timothy cuts in really fast, laughing, "Okay, we aren't joining their gang... But we can be our own gang and you can call us that all you want, but we won't mug someone."
Yokomon bounces around, "Yay! Lets raid the graffiti store!"
Timothy shakes his head, "We are only raiding the food, because we're hungry and no one is here."
Yokomon sighs, "Okay..."
Timothy then turns to Dante, "Lets raid it."
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Post by Iona E. Mason and Ocellimon on Jul 28, 2016 4:40:42 GMT
Iona couldn't believe she got freaked out that bad. Now she didn't know where she was. She'd never been in this mall before today. Of course she could use the map. She'd just have to find a dislpl--
Did it seem as though there were more than just her own footsteps sounding as she walked. She stopped. She heard nothing. She shrugged. She started walking again.
Wait! No, couldn't be. She turned around.
That's when she saw it.
"What the f--"
The doll was behind her. Its eyes peered into her soul.
"Is this anither robot!?" she exclaimed.
She was not having fun now, and this toy was starting to piss her off. She walked right up to it and delivered a swift kick, sending the thing flying.
It didn't fly quite as far as she thought it would, colliding with the kiosk just paces away from where it had stood. It was obviously some kind of robot, as heavy as it was. She didn't wait to see if she'd broken it. She merely turned and kept going.
"Ah hate this bloody country!"
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Post by DracNos on Jul 31, 2016 6:10:36 GMT
"Woof." He grunted, only slightly audible, he crashed through the kiosk, picking up a cup to wear as a hat, he followed up behind her, "You know, if I had non-digital lungs, I'd be winded! And I'm not really from this "Bloody country", so you can't really blame this country for me existing." He said, completely audible to the girl. "Hey. You sound funny." He pointed out, "... Are you a pirate...? The odd being questioned, using his finger as a faux eyebrow as he smiled at her, his eyes now focusing on her, completely lacking the waxy look from before, apparently he had been acting, or his eyes did not need to blink.
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Post by Dante on Jul 31, 2016 23:11:14 GMT
Join a gang? They were already under surveillance. Why give the corrupt media any more excuses to demonize these Tamers? Dante asks the reporter some questions. "Are you with the news station that just covered the attack?" She nods twice. "Can you take us to the news station and tell them to piss off?" The news reporter shakes her head, flailing around trying to break apart the web. Dante grabs her hands and tries pulling them off her face. She continues flailing around until finally the web breaks. The reporter takes a few deep breaths.
"Oh my god you really are a bunch of criminals. It's only a matter of time until the Japanese police force brings your crime syndicate down." "We are not criminals! Why must the media insist on reporting fake news to try and boost ratings?" "It's all about the money!" "Ughhh, can you at least take us down there so we can sort things out?" "Oh so you want to turn yourselves in!" Wormmon starts spraying the reporter with more web, slowly tying her up. "She knows too much! We have to get out of here and dispose of the body!" "Body?..."
Dante is starting to panic. Terriermon was stealing from the mall. The Digimon were starting to sound like criminals. The media had painted them as some kind of mafia organization. And DracNos was busy harassing some girl for the lols. "This is too much. Come on, Timothy, we have to get out of here!" Dante picks up Wormmon and stuffs him inside of his bag. He grabs the reporter and carries her on his shoulders. The would be assailants run out to the parking lot and head to Dante's car. Dante tosses the reporter in the trunk and slams it shut. "Where are we going, Dante?" "We're going to stop the media, once and for all."
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Post by vating on Aug 1, 2016 13:53:32 GMT
Timothy nods to Dante and grabs Yokomon and Tokomon, shoving them in the grocery bag he used that day, "Stand very still in there." The two in the bag both shout, "We know."
"And silent."
"We know."
"And no nudging each other."
"We know!"
He nods, knowing that they know now and races after Dante and watches him put the reporter in the car, "Fitting for such a mean person..." He then climbs into the passenger's seat and says, "To the radio station?"
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Post by Iona E. Mason and Ocellimon on Aug 8, 2016 4:36:11 GMT
Iona looked down. Her mouth hung open. Her knees wobbled until she, unable to take the feeling any longer, stepped back away from the creature before her.
"It talks!" she shrieked. "It effing talks! Did Ah hit mah heid or sommmat? Is it anither robot? Or--hey! Ah'mno sounding funny and ah'mno a pirate! Yeh've never met some wan frae Glesca afore, have yeh? An why am Ah talking to a doll!? Where yeh broadcasting frae?"
Iona looked around, as if expecting to see TV cameras following her, like some kind of stupid new reality TV show.
"Oh please."
"Huh?"
Iona twisted about, trying to find the source of the voice.
"Down here."
Iona looked down, then jumped. A cat stood at her feet. At least it looked like a cat. I was slightly larger, with long ears. Its sleek body was covered in a shiny silver coat, black lines streaked down its feline face, and black spots dotted its back. The stared at her, cocking its head to the side.
"Hello," she said, "Are ya lost, cat?"
"You're a fool," said the cat.
Iona froze. A chill spread through her muscles. She couldn't move.
"The only lost one here is you," it continued, emphatically. Iona didn't know whether to piss her pants or huff in anger--this cat was lecturing her! "You should know better than to let your guard down around strange Digimon."
It's voice--or rather her voice, as it was distinctly female--was haughty self-assured. The cat got up from its sitting position, lifted one leg and began licking her paw. Iona was transfixed: that subtle act was somehow powerfully independent, as if this animal truly gave no feks.
"D-Digimon?" Iona repeated. Somehow, the absurdity of her talking to cat hadn't quite reached the sensible parts of her brain.
The cat tilted its head, inquisitively. Every one of her motions was elegant and demanded respect. Very much like a cat, but with intelligence behind her actions. If Iona wasn't in a state of shock rate now, she'd hate the thing's guts for acting like she was better than her.
"I see," said the cat, turning her attention instead to the dark little doll that had just spoken to Iona, "So it is you I should be lecturing. I suppose you think it's funny to go about revealing yourself to humans? I ought to bite your neck, little rat."
Though a voice issued from the cat, it became clear to Iona then that she did not speak by moving her mouth like a human. In fact. This became apparent in the way that she hissed at the dark little creature before her, all the while a voice seemed to issue from her as if it were something that radiated from her form, rather than a sound she made with any specific part of her body.
Her tail was up, back arched. She was threatening the little demon thing. Though her body was tense enough to pounce, her voice remained cool and steady. Nothing shook the cat's even tone.
"I warn you," she said, "I've had a good thing going in this neighborhood, and I'd rather not leave because some foolish digimon didn't have the good sense to hide himself properly. You and the rabbit may all leave, and don't come back if you're going to make such a spectacle again."
Because the cat was faced away from Iona she was able to spy some strange markings on the backs of her long ears. They appeared at the base of the ear and were dark black, in the shape of eyes. She'd seen cats with markings like this, but these struck her as especially strange for reasons she could not quite explain.
Not that anything about this cat was normal or explainable.
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Post by DracNos on Aug 9, 2016 4:27:00 GMT
The "Robot" Paused, tilting his head, "Uhh, I'm gonna be honest, I didn't catch anything in that." He replied, shrugging. He then noticed that the girl was ignoring him in favor of a newcomer, he leaned over, looking at the cat digimon "Digimon? That sounds dumb, miss, do YOU know what a digimon is? Is it that talking cat? " He paused, before listening to the cat's threats "Miss? The cats scaring me. I'm sorry for scaring you, though, I just thought this costume was really cool..." He lied, the eyes on his hands now looking glazed again, as if they were merely parts of a costume.
"I don't want my throat ripped out..." he whined, stepping back, in a sheepish way, as the last thing he wanted to do was fight, especially with the option of having his throat ripped out, if anything, he was going to make sure this newcomer could or couldn't evolve, the last thing he wanted was to be forced to fight with a champion, let alone an ultimate or mega.
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Post by Iona E. Mason and Ocellimon on Aug 9, 2016 6:16:17 GMT
Iona gasped. Kind in a suit? Oh God. Oh bloody hell.
She turned from the little person in the suit to the talking cat.
"Shoo!" she screeched, swatting with her right arm and randomly kicking her feet at the cat. "That's right. Go away! Don't ya dare hurt him, ya wee rat-breathed fanny!" The cat jumped back in a marvelous display of reflex, then arched its back and hissed. Iona paused, fearing the cat might attack her.
"Hmph," said the cat. Then, it turned its back on them. Iona thought perhaps it was going to walk away, but instead, something eerie happened:
The eye-shaped spots on the back of the cat's long ears shuddered, then they began to lift. The eye-shaped spots were eyelids! The rose up, revealing the creepiest set of eyes Iona had ever seen! This cat had eyes on the back of its head. Round and wide with a deep psychotic energy about them. And they were red. Blood red, with dark green irises. Iona was in too much shock to process anything when the cat spoke:
"Stigma Glare!"
Her voice was somehow amplified, but in that instant, the cat vanished. Iona remained stunned. She stood there, slackjawed, lower lip quivering.
What the hell happened?
"She...she vanished!" Iona exclaimed, "Here anw second, then poof the next. Jist...gone. Ah-Ah didn't even blink."
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Post by Dante on Aug 10, 2016 21:27:46 GMT
"Wormmon, earlier you had the idea of dumping Digital poop all over the new building. Well, I've decided to tweak that idea a bit. We are going to set a trap." Dante drives over to an abandoned warehouse, one that they have been to before. Dante takes out the dry erase white board that Wormmon stole from the mall the last time they went. He starts drawing up a plan.
"Alright, I'll try to keep this simple. 1st: Steal a Septic truck. 2nd, Rig the warehouse to deploy the raw sewage. 3rd, Create a phony terror video threatening to harm the obnoxious reporter. 4th, Wait for the media to arrive, and release sewage." Wormmon claps his front two legs. "That plan is so awesome! Muhuhahahaha!" "Alright, let's set up an HQ here, then go steal the truck." Dante was acting like a criminal. Is breaking the law okay if it's to get revenge on a far more evil organization?
Back at the mall, a strange looking teenager with long blonde hair, a dark trench coat, and a black fedora, lurks around, watching the young girl and the Digimon. He suspects them of having some kind of connection to Terriermon's gang. He walks closer and hides behind a corner, listening in. Something about a strange cat. What was a cat doing in the mall? And just what exactly is this DracNos character? Of course, they had no connection to Terriermon's syndicate, but that wasn't going to stop the media from butting into people's lives.
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Post by DracNos on Aug 14, 2016 7:15:45 GMT
The man's fedora was snatched off of his head, and carried by a bat up to the small creature. "Man, was that guy a part of the "Anti-Fun" or something? Also, I was yanking your chain, I'm a digimon, not a kid, but, one who likes to pull pranks, (sorry 'bout that), and who would prefer his throat where it is, I hope you understand, I mean, friendship starts with forgiveness, or was it something else...?" He asked, shrugging, as a bat that was his tail flew up, returning from scouting the area, dropping the fedora on his head. He proceeded to tip it, as the bat melded into shadow, then into an arrowhead tail, similar to a dragon, or a demon.
"So, who are you? You stated previously that you aren't, in fact, a pirate, but that doesn't exactly narrow it down, and, on that subject, "Hey! Fedora guy!" he called, waving the hat at the man watching the two, "What's your name? By the way, it won't matter! Because from now on, I'm calling you "Fedora Guy", but, let's hear it, you know, for kicks!"
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Post by vating on Aug 14, 2016 16:39:15 GMT
Timothy sighed, "I don't think that'll do much other than make us actual criminals..." He then thought for a moment longer, "Why not we just talk to them?" His idea probably wasn't gonna go through to anyone's head except Tokomon's by now, but it was worth a shot.
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Post by Iona E. Mason and Ocellimon on Aug 26, 2016 1:12:39 GMT
"Di...Digimon?" questioned Iona, "What the heck is a--Hey!"
Iona stopped several paces shy of where DracNos had gone. She did not approach the "Fedora Guy" as readily as he had. Instead, she stood back and called to him.
"Hey, kid!"--she still thought he was a child--"Gonnae not approach weird guys in trenchcoats, yeah? Stranger Danger 'n aw, ya ken?"
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Post by Dante on Aug 28, 2016 1:58:36 GMT
"Fedora Guy" steps out from behind cover, looking very angry his hat was taken. "I'll ask the questions around here! Give me my hat back!" This guy didn't look like he was in the mood for fun and games. Was he really with the press, or something else entirely? "I am investigating the recent robbery perpetrated by Terriermon and his robots. Judging by the way you look, I don't suspect you know very much about that. But you are a Digimon, and you must be up to something if you are freely roaming the Human World."
Fedoraless Fedora Guy takes a few steps closer. He reaches into his coat pocket and takes out a strange looking round mechanical device. "I strongly suggest you comply. Otherwise I will make you pay for interfering with my mission. And I am not "Fedora Guy"! You can call me Malice." For crying out loud, who is this guy? Threatening a Digimon and a young girl? Was the media really that sinister? No, the media is far, far more evil than this mysterious stranger.
Dante, Timothy, and their Digimon start setting things up around the warehouse. Moving heavy crates around, fortifying the area. Was Dante's crazy plan really going to work? "Alright, let's go get that septic truck." Wormmon digivolves to Stingmon, and Dante climbs onto his back. Stingmon takes off and flies downtown. Dante spots a septic truck outside of a construction site. Stingmon swoops down and lands on an unfinished building. "Okay, just like we planned." Stingmon devolves back to Wormmon, and starts crawling around the yard, setting up silk thread lines all over.
Dante pushes over a large drum of cement and takes off running, making his way over to the truck. The workers rush over to see what's the matter. Wormmon crawls across some pipes and swipes the keys from the driver. He crawls up the side of the structure and shoots a silk thread, swinging down towards the truck like Tarzan. The workers see something moving across the sky, and rush over towards the truck. They run right into Wormmon's silk thread, getting stuck in place. The thread tugs on a piece of wood, releasing several pipes that comes crashing down on the workers. Dante and Wormmon get in the septic truck and drive off. "Woo! Let chaos reign forever!"
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Post by vating on Aug 28, 2016 2:59:47 GMT
Timothy stands by as he watches Dante not listen to him and sighs, "We're doomed." He then continues watching as Dante steals a cement truck and drives off, a mix between amazed and ashamed. Yokomon smiles as she watches Dante and Wormmon steal the truck, "Can we join in?"
"No."
"Aww, please?"
"No."
"Why not?"
"Because Timothy hasn't said anything yet!"
Timothy looks at the two and says, "Let's... Just watch for now..." Soon later, the truck is stolen and they watch as Dante drive off without them, "Oh great... Come on guys..."
Yokomon jumps for joy, "Yay!"
Tokomon lets out a sigh and says, "Alright... Lets go..."
They all chase after Dante and Wormmon.
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