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The Hunt: Bow Mastery [JOB/Yuu]
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Post by Avatar of Courage on Oct 26, 2016 7:13:34 GMT
This is the story, of the single most jumbled line of odd jobs ever assigned to a pair of completely unprepared strangers.
The events of this story all began with a simple letter.
Dear Squire,
After carefully examining your progress for the past few months and deliberating on it, I decided that it was time for you to get some actual, hands-on experience on the field. Truly learn to handle yourself on your own. As such, I pulled a few strings and called in a few favors.
You'll board the next ferry out of Eldoradimon, ride a Locomon to Terminus City, and from there take a second locomon ride all the way Eastern Timbergrounds. Specifically, the Spartan Training Grounds. You will be joining the 104th Trainee Regiment, serving as an assistant and lieutenant to the temporary Drill Sergeant. You are expected to undergo the same training as every other trainee.
I expect to hear of your outstanding performance.
Best wishes,
Your Master, Dukemon.
"And that's basically how I became a cadet." finished Squire-Veemon, throwing a small, feeble wooden stick into the campfire. Around him, rookie digimon nodded absentmindedly as they too threw miscellaneous flammable objects into the flames, looking decidedly bored out of their skulls, much like him.
It had only been a couple of hours since they had all arrived to Boot Camp together. Their Drill Sergeant had been nowhere in sight, which had left Squire in charge of the regiment.
They had followed standard procedure and prepared the camp for their use. They would be staying there for a good few weeks of training. Now, with nothing to do but wait for the Drill Sergeant, they half-heartedly told stories about themselves. Some of their conscriptions, other of their life before the army. It had started off pretty animatedly, but after a few hours of nothing but talking and picking at the campfire, they had grown extremely bored.
"Say, does anyone have any idea who the Sergeant will be?" Asked the Squire in a bored tone, rolling his eyes towards one of the many rookies around him. "I'll like to know what kind of wacko I'm dealing with. I hear they get all kinds of crazies for these jobs." And who knew what he would get with his luck.
[Group Job thread, start!
Name of Job: Experience in the Field]
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Post by Manami on Oct 26, 2016 17:16:16 GMT
EXPERIENCE IN THE FIELD [1/4]
Digital World, Digital World! Kyo couldn't understood the digimons who patiently waited at home while their partners were at school or something of the like. Especially when you had the marvelous option of going to the Digital World. Did she already say that the Digital World is great? Because it is. Anyhow, didn't they get nostalgic or something of the like? Well, no way for the Black Plotmon to know, but that was just how things were. Now, with her eyes already set on the wooded areas of the Eastern Timberlands, the puppy went on, steady steps leading her to her destination. She was going to a place she knew all to well. Where, you might ask? Spartan Training Grounds, of course! As of recently, she had picked out a part-time job at teaching the digimons in there how to fight like real mons or something of the like. All those things while her father marched to fight against the Huns.As she wondered how the new trainees would look, she already was inside the place, searching for her assigned training field. To be honest, she was pretty hype about this, but that was her reaction to pretty much anything, so instead, she focused on finally reaching the place. What she found, however, wasn't what she had in mind, at all. A group of wimpy digimons looking as if they were bored out of their minds; that wouldn't do! They should be as excited as her, if anything! "Hi~~~!" The digimon exclaimed excitedly at the group, trying to spread the good vibes. "Good evening, everyone~~! My name's Kyo, and on this beautiful night, I'll be your instructor! I'm looking forward to working with you!"In all honesty, she was surprised about most of the group of rookies being Commandramons, but that was something good, right? It'd mean that they'd be at least somewhat disciplined today. Or that's what she expected, at the very least. "So, why don't we begin by you guys introducing yourselves? That way, we'll get to know each other better!" |
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Post by Avatar of Courage on Oct 26, 2016 20:42:01 GMT
'What the bugger is a Kyo?' Was the first thing that came to Squire's mind as he stared at the Black Puppy digimon standing ways away from the circle they had made around the campfire. Then her next words registered, and his brows proceeded to knit together into a confused frown.
"Wait, what?" He was the first to say anything, and he probably stood out even more due to his rather distinctive appearance compared from the Commandramon around him. Squire pulled the clipboard he had been given when he had 'reported for duty'. In it, he had a list with the names and general data of all the members of the unit, sans the Sergeant itself.
He did know the sergeant was supposed to be a Champion level, though. He clicked his tongue. Was this Plotmon trying to pull their tails, or had their sergeant decided to try and commune with her trainee unit?
Whatever it was trying to do, it seemed like none of the other trainees found anything weird about their Sergeant being a rookie like them, all of them standing up and moving to form a perfectly straight row of Commandramon, striking a salute at the smaller digimon.
"Sir!" Started the Commandramon on the right extreme, "My name is Commandramon, sir! Level, Rookie! Attribute, Vaccine! I like cooking, a dislike poorly made meals-!"
"Uh. Sir; I mean, Ma'am?" Suddenly interrupted, Squire, giving the talking Commandramon a glance before turning his attention back to the puppy digimon. "I, Uh... I was informed our sergeant was going to be a... Champion level digimon?" He said uncertainly. Around him, the Commandramon glanced at one another, as if just realizing this very obvious requirement to train a bunch of rookies.
"I, uh... I'm Squire-Veemon. I'm serving as this unit's lieutenant and assistant for the Drill Sergeant?"
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Post by Manami on Oct 27, 2016 0:34:15 GMT
Apparently the only non Commandramon of the area didn't seem to have listened to hear clearly. Didn't matter! Kyo was more than happy on giving a more in-depth explanation.
"I said I'll be your instructor! Isn't that awesome, youngin? I came here just for you to learn about the marvelous world of warfare. And how to not to be deleted why you're exploring it, that is! Aren't you excited!? Because I'm excited too! You guys will learn lots of stuff tonight!"
She smiled at the digimons presenting themselves; they seemed like a promising unit, so she would not balk into training them to the best of her abilities! Well, she guessed she should introduce herself too, the the very least.
Well, at least that was the plan, before... the not-Veemon spoke again. Apparently he seemed a bit... disappointed? Huh, well. She'd fix that too!
"Ma'am is fine, thankyouverymuch." The answer to the most important question was first, of course. "And what makes you think I'm not an Adult level, soldier? I know that I'm the prettiest Plotmon you've seen around, but that doesn't mean I can't evolve if I need to! In fact, I can evolve up to Perfect! And even Ultimate in about one post!"
Yeah, she knew. She was awesome beyond belief, and also very, very humble, but that didn't want to blind her trainees with her awesomeness. Her eyes widened with surprise when the so-called Squire-Veemon revealed he'd be his assistant, however.
"Oh, so you're my assistant? Very well! Get me the mannequins and we'll begin the first lesson. Night warfare, of course!"
With her head, she pointed at one small storing room. If Squire went there, he'd find six to seven training mannequins, each one with very distinct features; a Fangmon, a strange bunny with a scythe, one white Kudamon, one black Kudamon, a Shademon and a Veemon.
"Bring them here and form them around, so we can begin!"
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Post by Avatar of Courage on Oct 27, 2016 4:56:04 GMT
Squire-Veemon stared flatly, clearly unimpressed. She had gone ahead and taken his shocked reaction literally. That reminded him of his own master way too much. He knew for a fact that the old knight did it just to annoy him. She looked rather genuine, but she could have just been a better actor than the old knight. Not that she would have needed a whole lot of skill to accomplish that.
As his mouth opened to clarify though, the little puppy plowed right ahead, blabbering as she answered each of his questions (serious or not) in quick succession. By the end of it, Squire was staring at her in clear disbelief.
Why the heck would anyone wander around in their rookie form if they could go perfect? Most digimon didn't could only dream of the form, let alone one such as his master's. He couldn't imagine himself ever wandering in his child form if he had access to even champion.
"That's, uh... Ahem, Quite the impressive accomplishment, ma'am." He said, nodding at her. They would know soon enough if she was lying or not; he had been trained under a Mega, and regularly saw Perfect level Knightmon at the guild Hall at the Golden City. If she was truly that powerful, her experience would likely show. "And yeah. I'll be your assistant for the next month. Uh, Ma'am."
"Uh... Mannequins?" Night Warfare? And just like that, Squire found himself lugging around a bunch of extremely distinct mannequins in the dead of the night, setting them up by his commanding officer carefully one at a time, before rushing to get another one. All in all, it took him about five minutes to get all the dolls out. They were... quite the bizarre and particular selection. For some reason, a wave of dreadful nostalgia washed over him whenever he stared at the mannequins for too long.
"All set, Ma'am. At your instructions, we shall launch the... training exercise?" he said uncertainly.
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Post by Manami on Oct 27, 2016 5:26:06 GMT
Once the entire field had been set up, the Plotmon smiled with satisfaction. At least this time, her assistant was competent! "Very good! The placement was just right. Alrighty then, let's begin! And with no more and less than the basics, in case any of you had missed them due, well..."She stared at one of the Commandramons, who currently was picking his own nose. After blushing brightly, he stopped and assumed formation again. "Now, when you fight an enemy, you usually decide between two outcomes; you want to disable that enemy; either temporarily or permanently. Got it?"Of course, there were some other outcomes like trying to survive, escape and so on, but those were for cowards. And Kyo wouldn't raise no cowards! She walked softly to the Fangmon's mannequin, gazing at it intently. "See bondage wolf? Well, this is an easy case. If you want to disable it, you just aim to the legs and hope to hinderhis mobility enough for him to be incapable of fighting anymore. The good ol' whack in the head also works wonders, especially when he seems to be really likely to bite off his own tongue."The last one was meant as a joke, of course. Right afterwards, she went to the Shademon's mannequin. "Dark and edgy friend, however? Well, this one is a mess, in all honesty. If you find any enemy you haven't met before and it looks like a formless spawn with no clear vitals, just shot it dead. Chances are that it's going to do the same to you, so don't feel to guilty about that one. Every other mannequin is an in between these two; I'll give you five minutes to evaluate the strengths and weaknesses of them!"As that time period passed, Kyo evolved into Sistermon Noir; no point on remaining as Plotmon if the first practice would be ranged attacks.
"Alright, set a row. You got ten shots to deal as much damage as you can to the mannequin of your choice."As an example, she shot ten times at the Veemon mannequin, every and all her bullets impacting on the space the dragon had in between its eyes. "Like that! Got it? Now, take turns and do it!" After saying this, she repaired on SquireVeemon not being one of those... well, ranged types. The solution was really obvious, however. It took her like three seconds to enter the storage room where the mannequins were, and appear in front of the Veemon variant, offering him a recurve bow that seemed to fit his size perfectly, for plot reasons, of course, and a quiver with like, fifty or so arrows. "As for you, time to learn that most combats can be decided way before the melee begins. Do your best!"Not even she was sure if she was smiling teasingly or encouragingly. But she didn't care, in all frankness.
Experience in the Field [1/4] Done! |
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Post by Avatar of Courage on Oct 27, 2016 18:59:10 GMT
"... Maybe shoot the bunny next time, ma'am?" Quipped Squire wryly as he stared at what was left of the Veemon Mannequin's head, a shudder had moved up his spine when the first shot had almost blow away the entire right off the doll's shoulders. He could almost feel the pain... You know, if there was any pain to a headshot. Either way, he couldn't help but feel that the Sergeant was messing with him.
But at least, she seemed to have a general idea of how to give a class. The Commandramon were now taking turns shooting at the different dolls. He was thankful to see the Veemon doll was being left alone for the most part. Even if it probably was because the main target had already been obliterated.
Unfortunately, this particular exercise wasn't as useful for him as it was for the others. For one, he didn't use a gun, or any type of ranged weaponry, nor did he have any interest in learning to use one. The way of the sword was much too complex to have him learn another weapon alongside it. He couldn't simply split his attention while he was still developing his skill. He was determined to master the sword before using any other weapon. Not to mention that his master had explicitly told him to focus on a skill until he fully mastered it.
Unfortunately, this meant jack squat to the Drill Sergeant. She had declared he would be using a Bow, and he apparently had no say in the matter.
Honesty check = Pass. [+2 Honesty.]
Achievement Unlocked: Tactless. [+5 Honesty]
"I will never use a Bow outside of here again, you realize." At least not any time soon. He replied bluntly as he slung the quiver around his shoulder, holding the bow on his left hand. He didn't know how to use a darned bow. It was a weapon that required a lot of training and skill; he had no training whatsoever, and he seriously doubted shooting a gun somehow translated to Archery prowess. "Ah well... at least its a knight-ish sort of weapon?"
"Uh... Let' see..." Okay, what did he know about Archery. 'Absolutely nothing. You grab an arrow, you pull back on the bow string, and you hope it lines up a shot.' Yeah, that about summed his knowledge on Archery. Pulling an arrow out of the quiver, Squire squared his feet and extended his left arm forward and took, his arm pointing towards the targets while his body faced away from them.
Pressing the shaft of the arrow against the bow, he stared at the back of the arrow curiously, noting two horn like tips extending forward. 'Oh! I get it, to fasten the arrow to the string! That makes sense!' Nocking the arrow into the bow, Squire pulled back as far as he could manage. The bow itself was actually slightly larger than him, making the draw weight considerable. Luckily, Squire was much, much stronger than his size would have suggested.
Noting the strain though, he tried to line up his shot as best as he could, pressing the arrow on the right side of the bow... He then let the arrow loose.
Immediately, it became obvious to him he should have pressed the shaft against the left side of the bow.
The arrow soared far to the right at an amazing speed, missing completely the Bondage wolf he had been aiming for. It somehow managed to bounce of a tree, off the roof of the storage shed and off the helmet of an unsuspecting Commandramon before finally spearing the Veemon mannequin right in the center of his chest.
"... Er... Next time I place it on the left?"
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Post by Manami on Oct 27, 2016 19:50:55 GMT
EXPERIENCE IN THE FIELD [2/4]
Good! The class seemed to progress smoothly. While Commandramons seemed to have decent aim, her assistant, well... let's say that he seemed to be adept in the use of just one knightly weapon. What was his master thinking? "You know that you're hinder yourself if you only specialize yourself in the use of just one weapon, right? True knights, even if they have a signature weapon that characterizes them, still are proficient with a whole lot of them; why you might ask? Well, because every kind of weapon had strengths and weaknesses, of course! There are situations where your sword will be useless, and what you'll do about that when it happens? I'm not saying that you should master every possible weapon out there, but at least have a backup plan if things go south. Otherwise you'll be falling on what's called Crippling Overspecialization, at least according to TVTropes."
It seemed that her words were somewhat effective; or at least that's what she thought when SquireVeemon began to try the bow. As expected, he was a bit sloppy... or that was what she thought? Kyo had to admit that his first shot was amazing. Whether beginner's luck or true underlying skill, she couldn't but stare with a quote of amazement. "That was an awesome shot, if I've seen them!" She said. approaching Squire and snickering a bit at the Veemon mannequin with its chest pierced. "Next time, try with the basic stuff instead of trick shots, though. You'll intimidate the other trainees, man."Winking at him, she came closer and began to guide him through the proper steps of shooting with a bow. "Okay, first you gotta position your feet perpendicularly to the target, then nock the arrow, draw the string, then raise the bow, aim and fire! It's really simple! I'm sure you can do it."If Squire still struggled with the boy, she'd unceremoniously invade his personal space in order to guide him through the motions personally. But thus far, she was confident on his student's skill. |
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Post by Avatar of Courage on Oct 28, 2016 2:29:59 GMT
"Hey, I didn't say I would only use swords. Maybe I just don't like bows in particular!" he grumbled, reaching back for another arrow. Regardless of his words, so far, archery was somewhat fun. Of course, he had only shot one arrow, and had completely missed his intended target. 'Well, at least the sergeant's impressed. That's something.'
Perhaps, but he still wanted to try and actually hit his target. Nocking the arrow, Squire slowly pulled back, feeling the draw weight start to put pressure on his muscle once he had fully drawn it back. Having remembered what had appeared to be his previous mistake, he had made sure to have the body of the arrow pressed against the left side of the boy before drawing.
He stood motionless, holding the shot as he tried to properly line it up. He wasn't sure if the arrow would hit were he intended it to. That is, the hind legs of the Bondage wolf. But he hoped it at least hit the wolf somewhere, if not exactly where he wanted it too.
Drawing in a calming breath, Squire immediately proceeded to exhale slowly. And the his fingers let the arrow soar.
The string of the Bow snapped against his gauntlet as the arrow flew in Wolf Mannequin's general direction. The shot was true, if not completely accurate. It failed to spear through the Mannequin's hind legs, instead stabbing deeply into the doll's button eye, breaking it as it sunk a couple of inches into the head.
"Ah, Bugger." Grumbled the small dragon under his breath, his arms falling to his sides as he stared at the Mannequin with irritation. He hadn't completely missed, which was good, but he had been hoping he had lined the shot perfectly. If nothing else, at least he was doing rather well for a first timer. 'In the end, I will still be focusing on the Sword once we are done here.'
Better to master a single ability than to half ass two, the old Knight Dukemon would likely say.
'But yeah...' "I guess Archery is a little fun." He admitted to Sistermon, reaching back for another arrow, nocking it faster than before and pointing it at the shade.
He let it fly, and it speared right into one of its massive eyes. "Huh. At this rate, this will become a thing." He snorted, looking both slightly amused and nervous. He hoped the next time he botched a shot it wouldn't end with the arrow on a trainee's sockets.
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Post by Manami on Oct 28, 2016 15:17:55 GMT
Good, the group was a whole was doing great! In a sense, it was kind of a pity because Sis already had all kinds of inspiring and "I'll make a mon outta you" speeches, and now they looked like they'd be mostly useless. Good trainees didn't need all that much motivation, so... onto the next lesson!
"Very well, guys! The first stage of the training is done! You've passed with flying colors!" Well, not really, but a boost of confidence was good, wasn't it? "Now, let's begin with the second stage!"
"It's going to be a little tougher than this one, for sure!" She began to pick the mannequins as she explained the events that would unfold. "Somewhere in this place, there's a digimon lurking. Your job is to determine which kind of enemy is it, and to act properly! Your score will be decided depending on your ability to teamwork and the course of action you take once you find the digimon. Good luck!"
Just as the Sistermon marched towards the shed, at the distance, an eerie howl was heard. If the rookies didn't know that they were supposed to track that thing, they'd have probably thought that the sound was cool. Because it totally was.
The Commandramons, varying in degrees of nervousness and fear, began to track the sound to the best of their abilities, eventually splitting up in smaller groups or even units. They went out in the night, apparently not having luck finding their quarry. Until... a terrified scream was heard coming from the west.
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Post by Avatar of Courage on Oct 29, 2016 1:25:02 GMT
That was quite the change on exercises. A few of the unit's soldiers looked noticeably nervous, while others displayed a great amount of bravado. Squire himself fell in the later category. He didn't feel the task was particularly daunting, even if it would likely take a good part of the night.
"Let's see... We don't know where it is, nor do we know exactly what we are looking for." He started, drawing the attention from the other trainees as he did. He didn't care much for leadership, but none of the other guys seemed intent on taking charge. "We could split to cover more ground in the search. Buuut, we don't know what digimon we are looking. Not to mention we are only rookies, so it's probably not a good idea to wander alone. Hmm."
His hand reaching for his chin, he stroke it thoughtfully as pondered over it. "Maybe we divide in groups of two or three an-." Suddenly, his planning was interrupted by an eerie sounding howl in the distance, making him and all the other trainees turn in its general direction. "-and try to find the source of that howl. Okay, we good? Good." He finished, ignoring the units general look of awe at the coolness of the howl.
That howl sounded totally lame. As far as he was concerned, it sounded like a puppy howling. Whatever, at least it gave them an idea on where to start looking.
Unfortunately, even with the clue given to them by the howl, they would still find themselves searching uselessly for the source of the howl for little less than an hour. Whatever it was that had made the howl, it was either extremely good at hiding, or had long since left the area. Either way, Squire was annoyed to no end. He did not want to return to the sergeant just to inform her they had failed the mission completely.
Unfortunately, it looked like that was exactly what they would be forced to do. Just as he was about to tell the unit to fall back to camp however, a scream tore through the silence of the woods, sending chills over the spines of most of the rookies. Squire however, immediately turned west, eyes widening slightly in surprise, before his mind finally caught up with him. "We mustn't let it get away! Go go go!" He ordered the small troop, breaking into a sprint towards the sound.
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Post by Manami on Oct 29, 2016 3:15:32 GMT
Once rushing into the general direction where the Commandramon had screamed, they could see the digimon resting one the cold floor, seemingly unconscious, but mostly uninjured cept some scratches here and there, the footprints of whatever had attacked him were already there, even though they were barely visible, given moonlight was their only source of illumination. They were pretty much... giant canine footprints.
Right afterwards, another howl was heard across the distance; this time, it had... a vicious quality, almost as if preparing for the upcoming hunt; the bloodcurdling sound made some of the Commandramons to scamper off towards the relative safety of the camp, while others were just frozen in fear. Just one rushed forward recklessly, apparently without a care in the world.
And ran, and ran and ran a little more. He didn't find anything, and became increasingly frustrated about it. Where was that thing hiding?
Apparently, in back in the camp. Now, the screams were heard back there. Could it be that it had moved towards there? Well, that seemed to be the case. For how long would the enemy play cat and mouse? Would it come to the open and fight fairly? That didn't look to be the case for now. Maybe it was hoping for whittling the group down a bit first? Maybe.
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Post by Avatar of Courage on Oct 29, 2016 6:24:34 GMT
'Oh, this bodes poorly.' Was the only thing that crossed Squire's mind as the screams of the spooked Commandramon filled the forest, his eyes moving from the unconscious Commandramon, to the giant Canine footprints.
He only had one thing to say. "Didn't I specifically tell you people to move in friggin' groups?" He groaned, palming his face as he did. Turning around, he dully noted the fact that he was down almost half the unit. Apparently, they had been so scared they had dropped all semblance of training and run away. The ones that stayed where so scared they couldn't even manage that.
He frankly didn't know which one was worse. Well, at least there was one with some steel in his nerves among the rabble. Unfortunately, he seemed to be lacking in the head even more than Squire.
"Dude, come back. Don't go chasing the massive dog on your own." He called for the Commandramon, breathing a sigh of relief when the dragon did return.
He was about to call the rest of the unit back when screams filled the night once again; this time coming from the camp.
"Oh, darn all kinds of crud." He kiddie cursed, before turning on his heels to face the still paralyzed Commandramon. He snapped his fingers quickly in front of their faces, trying to get them out of their shock. "Oi! It's just a training exercise! Don't be this pathetic, what will the Sergeant say?!"
His words had some effect on the Commandramon, bringing them out of their stupor, but they were obviously still not too keen on chasing the dog digimon. That was fine, Squire didn't plan on pulling an Scooby Do maneuver.
"All right guys, let's get in formation. Cover all spots and stick close together. We are going back to camp."
The sight that awaited them at the camp was about what he would have expected. The Commandramon that had ran were laying about on the floor, seemingly knocked out by whatever digimon it was they were seeking.
"Back to back, guys." He muttered lowly, gripping tightly at the bow in his hands. He already had an arrow nocked. All the trainees pressed their backs against one another, successfully (hopefully) covering all of the blindspots as they examined the area with trepidation.
"Can anyone see footprints?" He mumbled, narrowing his eyes.
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Post by Manami on Oct 29, 2016 17:39:41 GMT
Back at the camp, Kyo couldn't but do her best to not to facepalm. Jeez, these guys had been an utter disaster! And they looked so promising while on training... Well, guess that theory isn't worth jack sludge when dealing with a real experience, at least if you can't reign yourself. "Man, that had been the most disappointing show I've ever seen." Said the Sistermon, somewhat disappointed. "You haven't even been able to identify the mysterious attacker; you've fled in terror and you've lost two of your unit without even making any progress. Well, sides being able to form back to back. That's an improvement, I guess? I had my hopes so high on you..."Oh well. This was already a disaster, so might as well call it over. "It's fine, it's fine. You already failed with flying colors. You can relax, guys. The culprit was..."As if it were the most obvious thing in the world, she began to point at her until... her finger slid towards a nearby figure, cloaked in the darkness. "My fellow instructor, of course! You can come out, Doggymon! You did a sick job! I could almost see these guys crapping their pants!"The yellow, toonish dog appeared from the darkness, greeting all the students with a goofy smile. "I still want my payment, y'know. Flattery won't make me give you any discount." Well, having that kind of personality was a little to be expected from such a digimon. "Sure, sure, a deal is a deal. You can go away now." And now, she was left alone with her unit again. "Given that you've failed so spectacularly, I'll dismiss the lot of you for today. You can return home if you want to, but think about all the mistakes you did today before even thinking about coming back tomorrow. That's all! Feel free to go!"Some Commandramons looked relieved. Others looked frustrated. Kyo didn't care; as long as they took this a chance for improvement, she hoped they'd do better next time, even if that was a bit wishful.
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Post by Avatar of Courage on Oct 29, 2016 22:25:03 GMT
And just like that, the exercise was over. They had soiled their pants, failed spectacularly, and successfully pissed off Squire. The small dragon didn't make any efforts to hide his irritation at his fellow trainees, giving the ones that had ran away a dark look before putting himself along with them in a row. His face was set into a scowl as their sergeant proceeded to flatly tell them that they sucked harder than a Sonic 06 (May be paraphrasing here).
'This is dumb. Why do we all fail? I didn't screw up.' He hadn't lost his damn nerve like some of the 'soldiers' in the unit. And the few guys that remained on his unit managed to pull it together when it mattered. "Well, we are off to a wonderful start." He hissed under his breath. He could already tell he was gonna have to put his foot down in the future.
As it turned out, their mysterious attacker and 'fellow instructor' had been a... Doggymon. A species of digimon Squire had never seen back at the Golden City. It was basically a dog digimon looking as if it had stepped right out of a TV Cartoon. Squire thought he looked ridiculous.
The fact that he had been the one who had the majority of their team screaming and running away in terror just served to irritate him further.
After the bluntly rating their shit performance, Sistermon had dismissed them to the barracks in the Woods. Laying on his sleeping mat, Squire couldn't was doing his best to not wake up all the Commandramon just to reiterate in his own words how much most of them sucked. The sergeant had done that well enough at that task. So what could he do?
'Well, I could make sure they don't lose their heads next time their own shadows spook them.' He thought acidly, his features set into a deep scowl.
It wasn't like Squire was unfamiliar with failure or anything. He had failed plenty of tasks his master had assigned him in the past. He liked to think he had learned from them, and that he would not repeat those mistakes again.
This seemed to only apply to failures that he considered his own fault, though. The fact that he considered the entire fiasco the Commandramon's fault was not making it easier for him to get over it.
'Next time, they won't even get a chance to make mistakes.' Tomorrow he would make sure to take over the unit; he would not let them screw it up again.
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