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Under-Where? (Squire and Mana)
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Post by Bonetrousled? on Oct 28, 2016 5:30:06 GMT
"Wakey, wakey, rise and shine~!" Pumpkinmon's voice crooned, piercing the blackness of Mana and Squires' sound sleep. "You're gonna be late for the big day! Oh, and do pardon the mess. This old house isn't used to squeezing in two people at once, but we managed."
With that, Pumpkinmon's voice faded away as consciousness returned to the two KO'd parties. Each woke up in a separate bed. Mana, on a bed similar to one she may or may not have owned as a child. Squire, on the spartan training mats he used to practice vigorously. Both would notice that, while entering Pumpkinmon's mansion in their usual attire, they were both now wearing something far more shameful. Mana was wearing the most ridiculous pajamas ever comprehended, footsie pajamas covered in garish, hot pink patterns, while Squire was wearing a giant poofy pair of heart-print boxers. If they looked for where their usual attire would be, they would notice their respective drawers cracked in half, the clothes inside reduced to nothing but ashes.
On the wall, a giant stone calendar hung next to a modern alarm clock. The alarm clock leaped up and down in protest, warning Mana and Squire that they were both super late to something important. The calendar helpfully clarified what was going on, a giant circle etched around the words "SCHOOL PRESENTATION ON THE ART OF WAR." Behind the duo was a wide-open window, where immediately cackling laughter started to echo at their disheveled appearances.
"Oh man, you guys look ridiculous!" Pumpkinmon crowed, clutching his stomach as he doubled over from all his laughter. "You'd better hope you find something proper to wear before the school bus comes!
. . . School chariot? Do they have chariots on Eldoradimon? Aw, heck if I know. Bus, horse, Jolly Green Giant, whatever's taking you to school's gonna be here in a few minutes. So hurry up!"
The house itself, if examined, would have a fairly normal floor plan. Bedroom. Bathroom. Training room. Living room. Kitchen. Most importantly, a series of increasingly implausible closets. Some were locked. Some were barred shut or blocked by heavy furniture. One seemed to be superglued so tightly that it wouldn't open. The closets stood, taunting the duo, as if promising so many clothes that they simply couldn't access.
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Post by Avatar of Courage on Oct 28, 2016 16:53:07 GMT
His eyelids felt heavy. He couldn't remember going to sleep. And he didn't recognize the voice prodding at him, trying to get him awake. All in all, these were all fairly good reasons to not move out of bed. Settling for not listening to the strange, cheery voice, Squire grumbled and simple hugged the blanket tighter, rolling onto his side away from where the voice appeared to be coming from. His bed felt strangely uncomfortable; reminded him of his time at the Spartan training grounds, to be honest.
'Wait. Two people?' Squire's eyes flew open, his body immediately immediately snapping up into a sitting position. Was there someone else sleeping in his room?! His master barely fit through the doorway, so it couldn't be the old knight. His eyes spotted the intruder quite swiftly. How could they not? She had somehow managed to move another bed into his room. She had also made his room much larger, somehow.
Oh, and she was a Human.
"H- H- H- H-!" Stammer, stammer, stammer. "HUMAAAAAN!" He screamed loudly, pointing his finger at her in panic, immediately reaching under his pillow massive pillow for his sword. He didn't know how the heck a human had entered the city, but he was gonna give her the what for-!
This wasn't his bed.
Oh, it was literally his Spartan Training Grounds Mat. Ah, that brought such fond memories... No wait, why the heck was he on his mat? Where was his bed?! Or his sword, for that matter?!
Oh, his armor was missing too. Huh, he didn't remember ever wearing such weird shorts. They were falling right off his hips.
Where was his everything? He couldn't lose them, those were all important pieces of equi- Wait. His armor was missing.
"OH MY GOD!" Screamed the young dragon as he scrambled across the floor, bumbling and inelegant as he tried to move around while fruitlessly covering his body with his hands, trying to hide right back under the blanket. He was panicking so much he had forgotten to say Yggdrasil right.
"YOU!" He screamed at the human from underneath the blanket, his voice loud, trembly and panicky, "WHAT DID YOU DO?! WHERE'S MY STUFF, PERVERT?!"
Suddenly, the strange voice once again crooned around them. School? He didn't go to school, he was home schooled!
No Wait, he did go to school... Wait, did he? He couldn't quite remember right...
"Urgh..." He groaned hugging the blanket tighter. W-whatever! Clothes, he needed clothes! He had some in his drawe-
He had some in his drawer; before it was aparently beaten with a giant hammer and its contents burned with a flamethrower.
"Son of a gun!" He hissed under his breath, immediately swinging his head towards the other side of his room. Closet! He had some clothes in the closet! They were a bit formal or outlandish, but it was better than being nak-
"WHAT." He screeched, staring at the superglued closet with twitching eyes, disbelief written all over his features. "No no no no!" He muttered as he rose, still covered in his blanket as he stomped towards it. "Open up!" He muttered angrily, his leg snapping to Sparta Kick the damn closet doors. "Give me my clothes, damn it!"
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Post by Mana on Oct 29, 2016 0:26:59 GMT
Uh, eyelids so... heavy. Why did she feel so sleepy? And why this pillow felt... so comfortable? Dreamland felt so good right now. Well, at least until a voice resonated through her sleeping self and irremediably woke up sleeping Mana.
Well, somewhat. Big day? Two people? Those words managed to accelerate that inevitable process and finally made the redhead open up her eyes, even though her first sights were, well... blurriness.
"Uh... five more minutes, please..." Still struggling against the situation, she ignored mostly of what was said, even though she grew increasingly aware of it. Especially once the first shrill scream came out from another voice. "Uh, human? What's wrong with humans?"
Sitting on the side of the bed and rubbing the tiredness out of her eyes, she stared directly at the figure of a digimon. She thought she had seen some like those before, but couldn't remember their name. Oh wait.
"Oh, I know you! You're a... Shoutmon, right? That's why you're screaming so much!" Only obvious conclusion. "Err, I guess I'm pleased to meet you? Hopefully we can be friends!"
He didn't seem to be too keen on the idea, however. The Shoutmon seemed to be accusing her... of something? Well, that was unfair.
"Hey, didn't you see? I just woke up, pal. It's not my fault that you decided to be in underwear in front of a girl, you know? And you have the gall to call me pervert? Jeez..."
She was so confused, and frankly, didn't know why the digimon was so desperate. What was wrong in this situation, and why he was smashing perfectly usable furniture with so much zeal?
Well, maybe she'd understand this if she had bothered to realize she was currently wearing the most ridiculous pajamas she had ever seen. Ignorance is bliss, after all.
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Post by Bonetrousled? on Oct 30, 2016 2:11:50 GMT
Super Glue may have been one of the strongest adhesives in the world, but Squire was a tough little guy. It may have taken an extra-strength set of sparta kicks, but the door buckled and buckled more before eventually flying inward. Squire would be treated to the sight of his armor hanging from the closet, tantalizingly within reach. It glistened in the spotlight that was inexplicably shining down on it, only making it more appealing looking. And for once, nothing was in Squire's way as he tried to acquire it. All he would have to do is get it down, and it would be his to wear!
Or, at least, that would have been the case if not for a little hiccup. The armor reached up and lifted its visor, revealing a winking Pumpkinmon. "Hey, thanks, kid! It was getting stuffed-up like crazy in there," he said, cackling as he unhooked himself from the closet and began walking away. It was as if the universe was in a state of open rebellion at the idea of Squire getting to wear his clothes.
As he left, he called out to Squire over his shoulder. "So, you gonna break the news to that kid over there, or am I gonna have to be the one to burst her bubble?"
Still, while this closet may not have been fruitful, that wasn't to say the others wouldn't work out. In fact, there were three more in the same room that Squire had retreated to! Granted, if he opened them, he wouldn't like what he had to see. One suit of armor would be far too small for even his Paige form, seemingly made for the world's most heroic mouse. The next would be rusted up to an insanely dangerous extent. The third wasn't even a suit of armor at all! It was a speedo swimsuit, which somehow would look even worse than if Squire stayed naked.
Similar bad luck would befall Mana if she checked the closets. Despite them being the same ones that Squire examined, they would have completely different selections of clothes. One would have a bunch of stylish accessories, such as fancy hats and feather boas, but no actual clothing. The second would have a series of dinosaur footie pajamas, the only article of sleepwear more embarrassing than Mana's current set. The third wouldn't even have clothes in it. It would only have a cloud of angry moths, who had apparently made quick work of any clothing that used to be in there.
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Post by Avatar of Courage on Oct 31, 2016 0:17:05 GMT
Haha! The super glue was no match for Squire's brute strength! He knew violence would solve all of his problems! While Squire puffed his chest and stared at his prize, somewhere out there his Master felt the need to face palm. Unfortunately, Squire's elation wasn't meant to last. Just as he reached for his prize... it suddenly moved on its own.
"Holy crud!" yelped the young dragon, nearly jumping out of his skin when the armor casually reached for its own head piece. "W-what the-?" There... there was a digimon inside! "Uh... You are welcome?" He answered uncertainly, not quite sure what to make of all of this. Wait, hadn't he heard that voice before? That voice... "Oi... OI! You were the one talking before!" He realized, before pointing his index finger at him. "You did this!" He accused, before shaking his fist at the digimon. "Give me back my clothes, jerk!"
Of course, the bastard completely ignored this and simply pointed out something else. And naturally, Squire was easily distracted by this.
"Wha? News? About what?" He questioned out loud, turning to look at the human more carefully. "... She looks just as ridiculous as any human I've seen." He finally gave up with a shrug, not seeing much difference between the footsie pajamas and the average human clothing.
Then he remembered he was angry.
"Oh wait! You ain't getting away that eas-" He was already gone, actually. "Crud damn it!" The small dragon looked ready to trash the entire place to pieces, incensed as he was. Raising his hands slowly, both trembling as they balled into fists, he instead took a deep breath and let them fall to his sides.
"It's okay, it's okay... I'm cool. I'm Fine. Peachy, even. Just need to find my clothes, get my sword, fucking skin that pumpkin, get to school, nobody learns of this, I get home, Cook a fucking pumpkin tart..." he continued to ramble on as he approached another one of the closets, his face darkening the longer he went on, cusses flying out of his mouth with every sentence.
Reaching for one of the closets, he grabbed the door and darn near yanked it off its hinges, staring inside.
"What is this," He started blankly, staring down with at the armor with an expressionless countenance. "Armor for ants?"
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Post by Mana on Oct 31, 2016 0:44:53 GMT
Life was undoubtedly cruel, especially given how Mana was as lost as how she'd been since she had woken up. Just... what the heck was happening right now?
She saw the frantic dragon on not his best appearance, apparently chasing after a suit of armor that... was taunting him over and over again. But... what she had to do with this? Why this was a problem...? She wished for her situation to be a little easier to understand, especially with these strange beings. They could be so weird sometimes.
Now, she tried to discern the hidden meanings between their cryptic words, and concluded that, in all honesty, they didn't make any sense, but she might as well have a hand in it, right.
"What's the problem? I don't understand what's happening." She asked the blue digimon, unsure about what to do altogether, or why he seemed to be so irate about this. "Do you need help or something? You lost something in these closets?"
Of course, she had no idea that she was pretty much in the same situation, but Mana wasn't a really observing person, so, for now, she was missing that key detail.
Maybe she'd realize it soon? And how she'd react when she did?
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Post by Bonetrousled? on Oct 31, 2016 11:43:19 GMT
Unfortunately, the group wouldn't have too much time left for rifling through closets. With an all-too-familiar beeping sound, followed by the whinny of a horse, it seemed that the school chariot had arrived just on time! If Mana and Squire looked out of the windows, they would notice what looked like the rear half of a schoolbus being pulled by two Unimon. The stop signs on the side of the bus had just finished rolling out, and if the duo wanted to make it to school on time they would have to get running!
If Mana didn't realize what was going on before, perhaps this would end up tipping her off. What began as the hallway out of the house quickly turned into a hall of mirrors. The walls, door, and even floor had all become polished to a sheen, making it near impossible for the group to miss the ridiculous clothes they were missing. Proper outfits seemed to hang behind the mirrors, but they were just that; mirrors. If the mirror was broken to try and get to the tempting clothes behind them, the only thing that would be accomplished would be littering the floor with broken glass. It'd also be 7 years of bad luck, so it probably wasn't a great idea to try that.
Thankfully, once the door to the outside was opened there would seemingly be no obstacles in the way. It'd be a nice, clear path to the school chariot. However, a few children, some human and some Digimon, would have taken quick notice of their upcoming classmates. They would lean out of the windows of the school chariot as the group approached, giggling softly at first but soon bursting into laughter. This was how they were going to school? That was hilarious!
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Post by Avatar of Courage on Oct 31, 2016 20:56:24 GMT
He could hear horses.
"Crud!" He screamed in terror, his eyes wide. They were out of time! The School chariot bus thing had arrived, and he was still practically naked! 'No no no no. There has to be something else!' Yes, he still had time! Two closets left! Breaking into a mad dash towards another one of the closets, his body slapped against the door gracelessly, his hastiness getting the better of him.
"Come on, come on...!" He mumbled lowly as his hands fiddled with the closed doors, finally getting a firm grasp of the handles. "Come on! Papa needs a new cuirass!" he shouted as he swung both doors open, one of them tearing off the hinges in his rush.
His hastiness was not rewarded.
"Oh my god." He mumbled lowly, staring in horror at the piece of equipment inside the closet. "Is this... armor?" He muttered, his voice filled with horror. Oh, it was armor alright. Probably history too; it looked like it had been forged a couple of millenia ago. And then dropped at the bottom of a lake. Only to be recovered a couple of millennia later and put in a closet to dry.
Point was, at this point it was just rusted metal. Trying to put it on would only give Squire rashes and injuries for sure. Stepping away from the closet, Squire fell to his knees. "I'm gonna kill that Pumpkin. I swear..." He muttered darkly, an aura of general depression and anger hovering over him. He didn't even want to check what was behind the last closet. His innocent Digicore just couldn't take any more abuse.
But the school chariot bus thingy was still waiting for them. Gathering all of his will and hope, Squire stood up, squaring his shoulders as he turned on his heel and faced the closet. His hand grasped firmly at the handle, and for a second he paused.
He breathed in. And then he pulled it open.
"..."
He had once heard a neighbor say this words.
'Boy, when you look as good as me, you don't get embarrassed at nudity.
You own it.'
The doors to the outside flew wide open. The light illuminated the insides of the home. A blue foot stepped outside.
Wearing nothing but a speedo, Squire walked outside the house with his back arched regally, his expression blank as the laughter and giggles of his suspiciously faceless classmates battered his pride from all sides. He bore with it, wearing the speedo with pride unfitting of a nearly naked kid going to school.
He looked over his shoulder, his dead serious eyes searching for his partner in shame.
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Post by Mana on Nov 1, 2016 21:12:07 GMT
Clarity smashed Mana liked a sledgehammer, a bulldozer and ten tons of dynamite, all at the very same time. When she looked at the mirrors and realized all this time that she had been donning those ridiculous clothing, only one reaction was fitting.
"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!!!"
The scream was probably longer, but it'd look like spam if I kept extending the Es. The redhead was frozen in utter terror and embarrassment; she couldn't move, or even talk! She was just left there, staring at the many mirrors with disbelief and horror. This couldn't be happening. This wasn't possible.
"No..." She muttered silently, trying to think this was impossible, that this was just a bad dream. She was sleeping, right? This couldn't be true! "No..."
Why she hadn't been aware of this sooner? She had spoken and acted naturally with others while wearing this, instead of searching for something less embarrassing...!
And that time had gone to waste, now... the school chariot was outside.
"NOOO~!" It was a ghastly sound, almost as if life began to abandon the poor girl's body. "I'M NOT GOING TO THAT PRESENTATION! I DON'T CARE IF I GET A D. YOU'RE NOT GETTING ME OUT OF THIS PLACE!"
School could go to the depths of the Dark Area for all she cared. She wasn't going out, and there was no way for anybody to force her.
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Post by Bonetrousled? on Nov 1, 2016 22:06:47 GMT
Unfortunately, it seemed like Mana was going to be caught behind a rock and a hard place. As the Unimon of the school chariot tapped their feet impatiently, another vehicle drove up. This one was a real estate broker's car, and the happy broker (who, of course, was Pumpkinmon) got out with two families in tow. One was Mana's family, and the other was a cheerful yet very generic looking couple. "Thanks a ton for agreeing to show your house off, Mr. and Mrs. Mana-erson." What a completely dreadful fake name. "The Stevens are gonna love their chance to check out this house! Better hope there's nothing embarrassing or messy in there to scare them away, huh?"
Now this was a problem. The girl could leave the house and risk embarrassment, or stay in the house and still risk embarrassment! Thankfully the Mana-ersons and the Stevens were taking their sweet time getting to the door, so she'd have plenty of chances to make up her mind.
Squire already had. As he strode out there in his speedo, the laughter of the classmates came to a lulled hush. His bravery in the face of adversity had, for the time being, shut them up. Then, once they had the chance to recompile, the laughter began anew. Some of them pointed. Some of them mockingly wolf-whistled. One brat threw a paper ball at his head. However, at least Squire would have the knowledge that he took a scenario designed to terrify him and made it shut up for a second. The school chariot's doors opened for him, revealing the bus driver.
It was goddamn Pumpkinmon.
"Looks like ya found something! Can't say it's an improvement, but hey, takes guts to be that secure. Why don't you find a seat?" As Pumpkinmon said this, the other students promptly blocked off the seats next to them with their backpacks. Attempting to move or sit on them wouldn't be too comfortable, as they were filled to the brim with swords, shields, and the occasional piece of chainmail. Sadly it was a glove or helmet at most, if Squire got any ideas about rifling through them.
There was one section open, though! The bad news it was a window seat, so everyone would be able to see Squire in his speedo. If he wasn't going to try and make his own seating, that would basically be the best place for him to go.
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Post by Avatar of Courage on Nov 3, 2016 15:43:58 GMT
For a few, blessed seconds, silence reigned over Squire's classmates, his courage shocking them all into silence. Squire basked in the glory. He had defeated the mockery through sheer courage and determination. Surely he had earned the respect of his class-.
A paper ball bounced harmlessly off his forehead. The entire bus exploded into laughter around him. Wolf whistles rang in the background as everyone pointed at him. A deep flush appeared over his cheeks, and the instinct to run away back into the house was strong. But no, he had chosen to a fight (in a manner of speaking), and he would not back down!
With his head held high and his posture regal, Squire stepped towards the bus, the doors opening for him. And revealing Pumpkinmon.
'I'm gonna skin you alive, Pumpkin. Then I'll make a pie out of your insides. And then I'll feed your carcass to the poor.' Dark and spooky thoughts abound.
Oh, he was secure all right. Turning towards the rest of his classmates, his eye twitched as they all placed their backpacks on their free seats, 'effectively' blocking him off. That is, unless he chose to beat the ever loving crap out them. He was feeling very angry at the moment...
'No. No. Just... control yourself, and get through this damned day.'
Unfortunately, Yggdrassil seemed to have other plans for him. Awaiting him at the back of the bus, the only place where he could seat... were pieces of equipment. His heart soared! Maybe he could still- No, that's a gauntlet. He needed a mail shirt. Or a cuirass.
No, that was a helmet. He didn't even use helmets. Swords, shields, greaves... But where the hell were the torso armors?!
The Pumpkin was making a mockery out of him again. It really wanted to see him angry. Did it not realize... Just how dangerous he could be when incensed? It was looking down on him... It would regret... Everything...
A large, round shadow suddenly loomed over Pumpkinmon as he waited for Mana to decide. Behind him, a dangerously blank faced Squire looked down upon him with a shield larger than himself held in his hand.
"I'll make a pie out of your insides." Then he swung the shield down upon the Pumpkin's head like a hammer.
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Post by Mana on Nov 4, 2016 14:06:18 GMT
Wait, the Mana-ersons? What kind of stupid surname was that? The sheer ridiculousness of that made the girl calm down a bit. Well, of course that she'd feel ridiculous if anybody saw them with her current clothes, but... if those people were called Mana-ersons, that was kind of even? She couldn't but wonder what those people did to the god of surnames to be given such an awful one. Then, she realized again that there was a normal couple, probably with a normal surname just beside them. That meant that she wouldn't have anything to have against them, and she'd still feel some shame.
So much for that plan.
Anyhow, the fact that she was still between a rock and a hard place remained, but... she wasn't even sure about what to do right now, but... she grew curious about what was happening in the school chariot. The ruckus was louder than at first, and while she still hadn't decided what to do about it. She was half unamused-half panicked to decide right now, but, she had to admit that Squire seemed outright murderous from her spot. Maybe he'd be able to end this once and for all? Maybe he'd get their clothes back? The redhead hoped for that to happen so much.
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Post by Bonetrousled? on Nov 4, 2016 18:28:47 GMT
Pumpkinmon hummed a simple tune to himself, lifting up the reins of the school chariot to try and whip the Unimon into shape. "Last call, kiddies! Wouldn't want to miss he big day, eh?" he called out, seemingly completely oblivious to the figure hanging behind him. His world was cast in shadow, and through it all he just kept humming and whistling. The Unimon seemed incapable of moving, as if paralyzed in fear over what would happen next, and he gave the reins a few extra swings to try and motivate them. "Heeey, c'mon! We gotta get these kids to school. Wake up, lazy bones!"
That's when the shield came down on Pumpkinmon's head. It made a wet, slurping sound as it smashed messily through the fruit. Orange goo exploded everywhere, splashing onto the backs of the Unimon and startling them. They reared up on their hind legs and charged forward, spreading their wings and taking the school chariot to the sky. Kids and armor began careening into the back of the chariot, screaming in terror as they started bouncing around the back. Pumpkinmon's sewn together body reached up, patting the spot where his head used to be before sighing deeply. He gestured at the reigns, as if warning Squire to take them before he was too late, then slumped over where he sat.
Down on the floor, Pumpkinmon looked into the air and sighed. "Well, crapbaskets. I'm dead," he said, in a nonchalant tone that sounded more like "I spilled my cereal" or "I guess the grocery store's closed." After watching the chariot do donuts in the sky for a bit, he turned back to the Mana-ersons and the Stevens. "Ah well. Anyway, trust me, you guys are gonna love this house. Mana-ersons, why don't give our guests here the grand tour?" Mana's family nodded, walking to the door and preparing to open it for the Stevens.
Soon, at least four people would be seeing Mana in the world's worst PJs. As the door started to creak open, there wouldn't be much time left to hide.
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Post by Avatar of Courage on Nov 5, 2016 22:38:46 GMT
Well, that was far more than he had expected. He stared blank faced as the body slumped forward before falling to the floor, his hand reflexively grasping onto the reins. "Did I... Did I just k-"
Then suddenly he was all but dragged onto the seat by the force of the Unimon. "OH CRUD!" Squire screamed as the Unimon soared towards the sky in blind panic. "OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD!" Screamed Squire as some sort of panic mantra as he struggled against the soaring Unimon, his muscles straining as he tried to yank back on the reigns. "STOP! STOOOOP! GODDAMN IT!"
Damn it, damn it, damn it! How did you stop a pair of rampaging flying horses? He didn't know how to truly work the reins! How did you tell them to slow down, or to stop? 'I... I don't know!' Which meant only one thing. He would have to force them to stop. But how?
Suddenly, he remebered the mansion underneath them. Inspiration struck. Morbid inspiration. This plan... would probably kill a lot of kids in the back. And probably the Unimon too.
"... Well, I already killed someone today. What's two or twenty more?" Tightly grasping onto the reins, Squire roared as he yanked onto them to the side as hard as he could, forcing the Unimon to turn on their trotting. Here was the plan.
Crash into the Mansion. Hope it stops them. Pray it doesn't kill you.
Pretty solid for something he came up in the last 20 seconds, he liked to think.
"OKAY, ASSHOLES! YOU WANT TO PANIC AND RUN AROUND LIKE IDIOTS?! FINE!" He roared, before tugging at reins once again, managing to make the Unimon charge the Mansion (Actually, it seemed like they were on course towards the door... were the humans were all standing on.
Bonus!
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Post by Mana on Nov 6, 2016 4:37:50 GMT
Just.. how stupid this could get, really.
First, the School Chariot, then the Mana-ersons, then Pumpkinmon dying and now... the aforementioned chariot dashing madly towards this place, seemingly going to crash directly into those illusions and the other Pumpkinmon? This was equal parts weird and bloodthirsty, but Mana had stopped feeling fear long ago.
After all, being on funny pajamas didn't seem like that big of a deal when... a half BUS half CHARIOT of all things was going to crash right into the place where you currently were.
Right, that made her remember that she probably wanted to be out of the crash area, you know, because... crashes weren't really healthy or fun; pretty much the opposite. And that's why... she found the nearest exit and dashed through it as fast as she could. She didn't care if anybody saw her in these clothes; her life was probably more valuable than any bad memory those could bring, anyway.
Still, she couldn't deny that she was pretty curious about the outcome of said crash. Would that be enough to send the Pumpkinmon packing? Or what was what the strange digimon expected of them? For one, Mana didn't know, and while she wasn't exactly eager to find out, she guessed that doing that would probably help her a lot on getting out of this place.
So... nothing to lose, she guessed?
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