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Post by koharu on Nov 25, 2016 12:59:07 GMT
"I want to build an inn!" out of sudden, Koharu said that. Of course the Black Guilmon and the Commandramon looked at her at the same time. That day, they was in Terminus, and suddenly Koharu blurted that out. Even so, Kon-chan tried to humor the young lady and start taking out some pamphlet about island resorts or price of building... of course, with a very skeptical, unamused expression plastered to her face.
"No, no, I'm not saying THOSE. I'm saying somewhere that really need it, somewhere that would be appreciated by everyone! I'm sure in such place it'll be a rare thing that we can enjoy! We'll make the best inn... IN SNOWFLAKE VILLAGE!"
"...There are too many thing to retort that I don't even know where to start."
"Start one by one, then?" Warg suggested, grinning ear to ear.
"First, shut your face and zip your grinning snout, little brother. Second... KOHARU! I TOLD YOU TO NOT GO WILD AND SOON YOU MADE THIS SORT OF THING!? I'M SO GOING TO HAVE YOUR HEAD, GIRL! WHAT ARE WE GOING TO DO ABOUT THE LEGAL MATTER AND ALL THAT *BLEEP*!? ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND!? SNOWFLAKE VILLAGE ALL HATES HUMAN BECAUSE OF THAT BATTLE AGAINST CATURAMON! NOW YOU'RE GOING TO MAKE AN INN THERE OF ALL PLACE!?"
"Think it as a goodwill, Kon-chan... geez, you're so loud... First of all, it's not a normal inn. It's a ryokan! Ryokan with natural hot spring! Think of the prospect!"
...If Kon-chan have any hobby, that is something including 'soaking in onsen'. She doesn't care about anything else mainly because she just love the sensation of onsen water on her body..
"...I see there's room for negotiation," Warg said, chuckling. "I don't mind. Count me in."
"...I fucking hate you, Nakano Koharu... and you, too, Warg."
And so, just like that, Koharu already there, with Chaos Dukemon and Darkdramon, trying their best to somehow prepares the material. The day will be a long one, and it'll be a fruitful one!
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Post by Colin, Luke & Bellamy on Nov 26, 2016 2:16:26 GMT
The next destination for Colin's adventures in the digital world would take place in the North in Snowflake Village. There he and his partners were, riding the Trailmon to the station up there. Colin was fairly used to the cold weather, having grown up in the plains of Nebraska where it could get stifling hot in summer and freezing cold in winter. So he had a bag full of warm clothing as means of preparation.
Luke and Bellamy meanwhile had dressed heavily as well, as they had been here before. However, neither were aware of the battle against Chatsuramon and how that may affect other digimons' predisposition toward humans. So they were simply expecting an enjoyable day in the village that had meant something to them in their previous lives.
"I wonder if Labramon or Bearmon still lives here?" Luke wondered out loud.
"Eh, they've probably digivolved by now" Bellamy said, shrugging. The scenery outside the window was quite pretty. The ground outside was frosty and white.
An announcement said that they will be arriving at Snowflake Village Station in two minutes. Well then, best get ready for the weather outside. Colin put on his woolens and a coat as well as a new scarf that his partners had begged him to get. It was a purple one that almost matched Bellamy's red and Luke's blue scarves, and they claimed that if Colin had one too, then it would be awesome. So Colin complied.
Luke and Bellamy meanwhile put on their hoodies and covered their feet with warm waterproof material. While neither could wear boots like Colin was wearing due to their large claws, they still had to put on something as walking out here barefoot could easily give them unpleasantly cold feet.
They soon disembarked the train at the station. It was as cold as Colin was expecting, so he wasn't shivering too much.
"Okay, so, where do we go?" Colin asked his partners, given that they had been here a while ago.
"Eh, we'd best check in at an inn or somethin'" Bellamy said. Thinking that was sound reasoning, the three of them entered the village, on the lookout for an inn of some kind.
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Post by cylesic on Nov 26, 2016 12:37:06 GMT
"Why on earth did we even consider this a good idea!?" A booming whisper echoed through a set of leather and high-end bags.
"Listen, we've got nowhere else to go, do you really want to walk through the dirty streets, Princess?" An even tinier voice replied, strict with hatred.
Alban had no idea how to spend the currency on his Digivice and even with Zurumon offering to lecture him about it, he refused to let go of it or even allow Zurumon any inch closer to his body, clothing or without. They barged into a Trailmon after meeting with their new set of friends to find a new place to gain more experience, but the guards were strict with ticket-checking, they had to hide in the luggage compartment.
Unknown to them, an employee had already heard their ranting across the rumble of the Trailmon. His eyes were rolled upwards, as he heard the bickering of the two younglings from within the cargo. Inside the darkness, he couldn't really be seen, but he was a very imposing figure. The clanking of metal wheels signaled a stop at the next train station.
"Shouldn't we get off now?"
"Are you kidding me!? This is Snowflake Village. We'd be better off sleeping with MetalPiranimon!"
Two gloved hands quickly grabbed the three as if they were two useless toothpicks, his dark figure put a teary, embarrassed face for the trio and without a second thought, they were kicked off the vehicle.
"Great..." The three said in unison as they were quickly greeted by a chill.
It was a periwinkle landscape covered in frozen salt the only thing giving contrast was the ashy wood that riddled the balance of light and dark. Alban quickly stood up and walked towards what seemed to be a set of ruins. Soon, the symptoms of hypothermia started digging into Alban's skin and he was desperate for warmth, he used to think a purely white landscape was a paradise come true, completely dirtless, but this was much worse than the dirty rust-infected terminal he was in earlier.
"Do you need some gloves?" Zurumon said with a horribly disappointed face while spreading his hands out.
"I-I'd rather d-d-d-die than use you f-f-for warmth." Alban shuddered
Somehow, Pabumon and Zurumon weren't affected by the cold temperatures, perhaps it was because of their nerveless bodies, but Pabumon attempted to tug at his shirt in which Alban shivered, slowly tilting his head as if to dodge.
"Unfortunately, we're gonna need your warmth too. We could literally freeze to death and that's kind of the least of our worries." Pabumon said sarcastically.
A green blob of gel on his right and a yellow honey-like liquid on his left, Alban had the worst look of disgust on his eyes. He walked normally in the landscape, but it was as if he was stripped of all dignity. A few Digimon were inside of the town and he stuttered at them.
"D-do-d-do-d-d-do you happen to have sh-s-shelter?" Alban said with eyes begging for mercy.
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Post by koharu on Nov 27, 2016 1:56:59 GMT
How hard is it to cut down trees with spear? Answer: Easy. Now how hard it is to use lance to cut them in more detailed way, such as trying to shape them into proper beams and such? Answer: Ridiculously hard. Kon-chan since few hours ago already fed up with how hard it to correctly cut a tree, but luckily after few tries, she managed to at least do it decently enough. Now, several trees already fallen, but neither of the trio think that it might be enough... but for now, best to gather the material first, then later get some pro do it for them.
"...STILL THIS IS SO MUCH PAIN IN THE ASS, DO YOU KNOW HOW ANNOYING IT IS TO HAVE NOTHING AND HAVE TO CUT SHIT WITH YOUR LANCE ARM!?"
"...Is it easier in Tankdramon form?" Warg asked, mildly amused. "Then again, she got point, Aneki. Why don't you change us to something that is easier to do the job?"
"Hmmm, here I thought it's best to cut the trees with that form first, but if you say so I guess!" Koharu whipped out her Digivice and changed the form of both Kon-chan and Warg to Sealsdramon and Black Megalo Growmon respectively.
"Who needs to get to Ultimate to cut freaking trees anyway," Kon-chan harrumphed. She quickly whipped out her knife and cleaned the tree out of any branches. Praise the Digital God for stronger-than-bark knives... yet come to think of it, Warg probably would have much easier time with those pendulum blades of his.
"Speaking of which, what happened here again? Rather than village, it looked more like a ghost town," Warg quipped. "If you want a better analogy, just as dead as Anego's mouth after she ate a pickled plum~"
"I'll show you what's dead and shriveled. Your ass after I shoved my gun inside of it."
"Do be gentle when you do, Sis~"
"Continue that up and I'll give you the worst diarrhea with my grenade."
"Hey, hey! Play nice you two~"
While watching the two going back and forth in their bickering, Koharu took one, right sized firewood and sat on the leftover stump on the ground, smiling at the two. "Well, let's see, there was some...event in Digital World where Caturamon attacked this village. The rest is a bit hazy for me, but basically it's something like that... the damage done to the village was just too much, Digimon hates human that involved... I think that might extended to all human, so... well, it wasn't a pleasant story the slightest... but that's what happened."
"So basically finding a pro might be hard if we want to build our inn?"
"Well, we can ask people, but I'm not sure how it'll do..."
At this point, Koharu halfway from finishing a stylized Bearmon totem. The girl is quite good with her hand afterall.
"...I sense presences," Kon-chan said, then quickly turned around to the direction of the newcomers. Upon noticing that they're familiar faces, she waved at them. Warg waved even more cheerfully though.
"Ahoy friends!" Warg greeted Colin, Bellamy and Luke.
"Oh, Colin, Impster and Lukey! Nice to see you guys here!" Koharu greeted the trio. "Are you here for something?" she asked in friendly manner. "As you can see, unfortunately, Snowflake is quite abandoned... well, more like it's ghost village now..." she looked at the aftermath of the battle long ago. "...Well, that aside, good to see you, though!"
...and soon joined by another trio. These one made Kon-chan disbelieve her eyes. What the heck are these person doing with two Baby Is in this cold place?
"...Hello," she greeted amicably, "None of such, unfortunately. There are some... uh, shacks around here, but I'm not sure they're even in pristine condition... actually, they would probably crash anytime now. If you need any warm clothes, why don't you..." she pointed at a vending machine that sells warm clothes. Don't ask how. Digital World. "buy it from over there? There are also some around here that sells warm drinks that can warm your body up... or you can be like that girl and drink some amazake," she pointed at Koharu, who already finished her Bearmon totem carving. It needs a bit more cleaning up, but otherwise it's done. On her hand is a sake made of rice, amazake.
"Hmm? What with me~?"
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Post by Colin, Luke & Bellamy on Nov 27, 2016 6:17:18 GMT
Colin, Luke and Bellamy's attention were first picked up by the other boy with two baby digimon. Bellamy raised an eyebrow. "Huh, what are they doin' this far up if they're just babies?" he asked. "Pretty sure the jelly babies freeze at this temperature"
They asked for shelter. And despite the fire magic that Bellamy possessed and the fluffy fur of Luke, both of them would prefer to be somewhere where cold wind wasn't blowing up their butts.
But soon after, they were joined by three more figures. Colin recognized one of them, and from her, kind of recognized the other two. "Oh hey, it's Koharu" he said. Luke and Bellamy looked with interest.
"Hey, guys" Luke said, waving. The BlackMegaloGrowmon was probably Warg and the Sealsdramon was probably Kon-Chan.
"Heya" Bellamy said. "Say, do you three know where everyone went? This place looks like some kinda ghost town"
Colin realized that after he said it. There wasn't a digimon to be found in the snow-covered village. Or indeed humans, apart from the three of them present here. Then Koharu asked if they were looking for something here.
"Well, Bellamy and Luke said they'd like to visit here for old times' sake" Colin explained. "Although... yeah, we were expecting a bit more life than this" he chuckled, scratching the back of his head under his wool hat.
Apparently this place was indeed abandoned. It was suggested that if they needed it, they should get some warm clothes. Bellamy and Luke were kind of considering it, given that the wind was a bit chilly for hoodies alone, but, then again, some work might solve that. And also there seemed to be warm beverages available, namely something called Amazake.
"Huh? Interesting, I haven't had that before" Colin said. "And, uh, are you sure there's not one building remaining that can be used as shelter here?" he asked as he saw the abandoned log shelters. "We'd probably need to get something that can get us out of the wind by nightfall".
Luke meanwhile was quite interested in the Bearmon totem. "Hey, that's pretty cool" he said, smiling. A Bearmon had saved him and Bellamy here a few years ago. He still wondered if he was around somewhere.
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Post by cylesic on Nov 28, 2016 15:17:02 GMT
Alban sighed a foggy breath realizing there was no escape for the horrible situation he was in. He looked at the two slime Digimon on his hand. He still had no idea how to work his Digivice and didn't know how to transfer money and pay. Maybe these two groups of tamers knew how. His teeth chattered, unable to have a proper conversation, and he decided to just hide inside a shack.
"Will you be alright here without us, Alban?" Pabumon asked the blond boy who was rubbing his arm for warmth. He shuddered a shivering 'no' with his head and looked at his brother who had already detached from his partner's arm.
"You know where we're at right now? This is Snowflake Village, a war took place here."
Pabumon offered it's partner some scrap fur that had been laying around within the confines of the shack. Alban declined with a disgusted shaking face. It quickly turned to his brother who was reminiscing a war, flashbacks running through it's mind, near to tears as he held what was supposed to be a fist tightly.
"We were never in a war, Zurumon. Stop acting so edgy." Pabumon said with an annoyed face.
"I can dream, bro." It snickered at Pabumon's eyeroll.
"You know, Alban, there are other ways to keep yourself warm. But you're gonna have to Digivolve us into Motimon and Popomon if--"
Even with Alban's frigid arm that moved like a haywire machine, he quickly grabbed his Digivice and pressed the middle button activating the Digivolution feature that he learned about earlier while tinkering with the Digivice. He had degenerated the two when they got unto the train so that they could sneak in easier (also, because Alban was heavily allergy to Popomon.)
"Pabumon! Digivolve to... Motimon!"
"Zurumon! Digivolve to... Popomon!"
An orange light bloomed from within the shack as the two, now in-training Digimon exited towards a vending machine. The blizzard had less of an effect on them with their new stronger forms. Motimon quickly climbed up the machine and slammed it's body hard on it while Popomon worked it's way to hit the glass as hard as he can. The machine toppled over and broken data was released from the machine, forming into a nice brown coat filled with fur.
They picked up their prize and started a fanfare before looking at the other trio of Digimon who were probably staring at their shenanigans. Popomon whispered to it's brother while Motimon quickly but awkwardly made it's way back to the shack. Popomon floated towards the two awkwardly with an embarrassed shaky laugh.
"S-so... I guess there's snow way out." It stood there, awkward and frightened if it was going to be punished or not.
"Ice day we're having, huh?" It said to tried alleviating the situation. It was probably taking a turn for the worst.
"Don't kill me, freeze."
Frightened, it released hairs into the hair that simply froze and dropped to the ground. It ran back to shack and bumped into it's brother who had just put on the coat on Alban.
"It's fit as a fiddl--"
"Degenerate us back! Now!"
Alban exited into the frozen wasteland, completely comfortable with the clean and very warm set of clothes he was now wearing. An orange and white scarf drifted through the wind as he walked towards the other set of Digimon who were probably looking at him. Pabumon and Zurumon sat comfortably inside the chest pockets of the clothes and Alban didn't really mind since he wasn't in very close proximity to the Digimon with the layers of clothing.
"I-I'm sorry for the bother." Alban said with less of a shiver. "What exactly are we doing here?"
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Post by koharu on Nov 29, 2016 6:36:25 GMT
"Well, I guess it's best to tell what happened... long ago apparently there was a battle with a Deva Digimon named Caturamon. I wasn't there, just like the battle with Vikalaramon, Kumbiramon or Sandiramon. In fact, I think I was still a really big newbie, so it's no surprise there~" Koharu began. "Then again, I don't really know the details. I just hear from hearsay here and there. For example, how the Deva apparently tons stronger than what they normally are? They also have a really huge army on their disposal... let's see..."
She tried to recount. "...According to a friend named Karin, her adult partner slashed Vikalaramon's eyes, yet nothing came out of it... according to Ryouta, Sandiramon is too strong, to the point of he's toying with lots of Perfect stage. Yuuki said that Kumbhiramon is much more fair, yet it immediately gone after a while. Anyway, what happened here is the aftermath of a battle of lot strong human versus an army led by Caturamon. Digimon whose seen the battle apparently blamed it on the human, and they evacuated. Since then this village is in this sort of condition."
Koharu nod her head positive about Colin's question. "It's best to build an igloo rather than get in such place. You won't know when exactly they would fell. Might as well as build one huge enough for a lot of us." She passed a bottle of amazake to Colin. "...By the way, just so you know, this thing is alcoholic."
...Meanwhile, if Kon-chan could shows her eyes right now, she's REALLY JUDGING these two babies.
"....Must you do that?" she asked icily. "Well fuck, now no one will get any warm clothes than your FREAKING STUPID DROP. I'll fucking tell people who came here when they ask "why there are no warm clothes" like some bitchy customer at Seven Eleven, I'll tell them 'Oh see, there are two babies who DESTROYED THE FREAKING MACHINE like it's SOME FUCKING POT like TRIFORCE DAMNED HERO FROM ZELDA when they could've just ask someone to buy it for them!' Sounds good, yeah, sounds good. Kids these days!"
Even the Black Megalo Growmon is sighing. There's no helping it, he guess.... Better look for one of those vending machine for replacement...
When the guy was out, Kon-chan quickly made a beeline for him and grabbed his shirt.
"You, man up. I don't know why you're not willing to buy it, or why are you in this sort of thin clothes back then, but you're responsible for what two of them did, you might even lessen the survival rate of the people who came here because they're lost or whatever, so TELL THEM TO NEVER DO THIS AGAIN. ARE. WE. CLEAR?" on the last three words, Kon-chan inched closer and closer to his face. Granted, she's shorter than the human by probably a head, but the force is still force of an Adult Digimon. It's nothing to be scoffed at. She released him soon after. "It's not a question of what are US doing here, but what are YOU doing here, bringing babies like that to this sort of place..."
Koharu, laughing nervously, turned to Luke. "Oh thank you, Lukey. Do you want it? I'm not planning to sell it."
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Post by Colin, Luke & Bellamy on Nov 29, 2016 7:38:40 GMT
"Huh, well... okay" Colin said, a little awkwardly as the other boy just went into a shack with his digimon.
"Maybe I should give them some heat?" Bellamy wondered out loud, raising a finger and forming a fireball on it. This was too much for Luke to handle.
"Jesmon Christ Mode Bellamy, are you seriously?!" he asked.
"I mean I'll light a goddamn fire for them if they want it, in the fireplace!" Bellamy shouted back. "Geez, I'm not a baby-burner, I wasn't gonna burn down their shack"
They listened as they heard the tale of the battle of Catsuramon. And that the Devas were quite powerful Perfect level digimon.
"Oh damn, they sound pretty bad" Colin said to Koharu. "Do you know roughly how many are remaining? I hope we don't bump into one before we're ready..." he finished on an awkward note.
Then the subject turned to how they could make shelter for themselves in this village. "An igloo?" Bellamy repeated. "Aw geez that sounds like a whole lotta work..." he sighed, shaking his head with disbelief that none of these buildings were fit for habitation, so they'd have to deal with a freakin' subzero temperature igloo to survive the night. He initially thought that the Trailmon station might be an option too, then realized the shelter there was not protected from the elements. "Alright we'll build the damn igloo but I expect a LOT of bodily contact in there once it's finished!" he snapped at the humans and digimon present. Like hell he was gonna freeze his ass off in a frozen corner... not that igloos had corners. But his thought digressed.
Colin accepted the bottle of Amazake with thanks, but hesitated before drinking. "Uh... really?" he asked, eyes widened a little at the mention of alcohol. "But not too much, right? I mean, I can handle a little bit if it's low alcohol, maybe not so much if it's as much as wine or sake" he chuckled.
Then the baby digimon digivolved to their In-training forms and... "Oh nice. Daylight Vandalism" Luke said sarcastically.
Thankfully Kon-chan chewed them out for it better than they ever could, in fact giving some of the treatment to their human partner as well. In fact Bellamy could feel some fluttering in his digicore over how good she was at yelling. Yet... no, wait, better not, he hadn't tried flirting with a higher level yet. But one day... ah, he may try.
In the silence that followed, Luke blinked up at Koharu as she offered him the Bearmon totem. "Er... well that's kind of you, but, I don't know where I'd be able to put it" he said, chuckling.
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Post by cylesic on Nov 30, 2016 13:05:25 GMT
The blond boy quickly tripped backwards and fell on the snow. Luckily, enough, he saw the white powder easily fall off his clothes; somehow, snow wasn't all that a big deal to his very clean nature. He stumbled as he tried to stand up, wiping a tear off his eye that quickly turned into ice.
"I-I suggest you try to calm down, Alba--"
"Hey! I demand an apology!" Alban screamed at the two sets of trios in front of him.
"Here comes our little princess..." Motimon sighed with his brother.
"I'm just cold, you know!? I've been on the most stressful and most dirty adventure of my life! I asked for shelter and you guys didn't have any, what else was I gonna do?" He pointed around the town as his voice toned down. "It's not like there's anyone else in this frozen wasteland."
He started crying, a small defenseless, withering plant in a stampede of silver horses. His two partners were still visible underneath his pockets and as a tear fell down Motimon and merged with his flesh, sponging it up as his partner cried more. Popomon looked outside of the pocket and tried to control his anger issues.
"Listen, doll." Popomon's voice made it almost sound derogatory, but it obviously had a lot of guilt coded into it. "My brother and I've been living this way for a pretty long time, but our little clean freak here is just a Tamer who didn't even know why he got here in the first place. It's our fault, not his. Please say sorry."
Motimon dug his way out of the front pocket to look at the Bearmon totem. "Are you one of those guys who're trying to recreate Snowflake village to it's former honor?" Motimon's body was half-stretched out during this part of the conversation. "How 'bout we help you guys build this building so we can have some place to stay in for a bit? My brother and I can do well with reaching high places, we could also work as glue before you actually put the wood blocks on."
Popomon stretched towards his brother inside the jacket and gave him a stink-eye. They awkwardly looked at their partner who was still flooding with waterworks, his arm still covering his face. Motimon sneaked back into his pocket to warm his hands a bit and came up to Alban and softly tapped his hand.
"Alban, buddy, I'm sorry for how they treated you but they're sorry now. Under one condition..." Motimon played with his fingers awkwardly. "How do you feel about making a house. W-would the work be too much for you, or--?"
The golden child wiped a few tears off his eyes and snorted in a bit of mucus that had poured out of his nose. His small frown slowly warped into a soft, damp smile as he looked at the Digimon that had previously attacked him. She was probably drunk and easily pissed off, his father had easily gotten pissed off by things after drinking, but it was only during that time when he was so aggressive. He smiled even wider at the Digimon that reminded him of his father and took in a bit of air before his crying successfully stopped.
"A house, made of wood?"
"Yeah."
"No wires or electricity or devices?"
"Yeah."
He paused for a moment, still recovering from the sudden rudeness of the Digimon. He brushed it off as a small nostalgic urge rushed through his veins.
"I'm a clean freak, not an anti-work guy." Alban giggled a bit, the insult that once riddled his mind now being a small title to himself. "You can't get rid of dirt of you don't do anything about it." He pulled his gloves upward to his hand as a fog of air left his mouth.
"Give me an ax and a knife and I'll show you guys how to REALLY work with lumber."
Very soon, Alban started work. Leftover weapons dug into the snow worked well as cutting equipment and even though the blond boy had such a frail frame, every single slash he made into the wood dug very deep inches into the petrified wood, within fifteen minutes he had already cut down his first tree.
"Fore!" The boy cupped his hands to form a megaphone as the tree came tumbling down.
He chopped a small part of the lumber and then grabbed a smaller blade. He quickly made his way around the stone plant and was quickly digging into to the flesh. When all the bark was gotten rid off, he made a square marking on inscribed inside the wood and showed it to the others.
"You see, the trick is, you should mark where you're supposed to cut." He smiled as if this was something he was heavily experienced in for so many years and in fact he was. "Back in France, every part of the tree was important. The inner square is for the posts, see? The circle-thingies on the side will be used as outer-walls or roofs and the branches can be for decoration!"
"You're not supposed to cut randomly, it has to be precise, clean and fast." He grabbed a small piece of wood and then the blade and made a quick diagonal cut on it, it was perfectly clean-off and the area that was cut was a perfectly flat surface. "If you cut slowly, you'll make a bad piece of wood, not just aesthetically, but structurally, and it's not going to look nice for the people living in the house."
He grabbed the larger blade and made a quick stroke at the wood, chipping it a few inches, perfectly straight on the marking he made.
"By the way, who's gonna be living in this house anyway? This place would be nice for a house of three." He remarked the small amount of lumber around him.
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Post by koharu on Nov 30, 2016 14:18:35 GMT
"You?" Kon-chan asked, parroting "demanding an apology? Why? Why should I? Why should I apologize? I don't think I owe you any sort of apology for laying it out to you what's wrong with your partners, right? Or are you thinking that you're not responsible for what your entourage do? Have you somehow ever made a mess in a supermarket and you'd think that people won't judge you for it? Also, call me doll once again, I'll give you a hell of a spanking so listen up an adult sermon."
She crossed his arms in front of herself. "Call me heartless, but here's my view toward people with partnered Digimons like you. You're both responsible for one another. You two," she glared at the babies "are responsible for your princess. You, princess, is responsible for your two babies. I don't care what sort of adventure you have, but here, whining only make you looks like baby. If you really hate it, then just return to real world. You can make your own choice, or are you trapped here for whatever wrong reason there is? We have a lot of shacks here, but I already told you, right? These shacks are dangerous, it could fell on top of you guys. I was being amicable, you can ask me to buy you coat. Simple, no need to vandalize anything. There's no shame in asking when you're just starting. We also was on that sort of phase. You know the saying: 'If you don't ask, then lost you will be'. That's common sense, or are you somehow already afraid of getting little dirty for being in contact with me?
Too long, no need to listen: No, I will not say sorry. I accept your apology, but I will not say sorry. There's nothing to sorry about. I can't blame people for being unwitting and I will apologize if I happened to just appear just when you destroyed the machine. There's nothing wrong in being desperate... But it's a fact that there are TWO other human here, with TWO sets of Digimon, so I WILL blame people that stays lost by their own discretion."
"Kon-chan, enough," Koharu scolded.
"I'm done, Koharu. This is for the best. Don't you dare to apologize either." The Sealsdramon walked away from the site and resuming her work.
"I'll say, I'm sorry for her harsh words, but she's right." Warg said. The Black Megalo Growmon, still towering above the rest, started his part. "Well, let's just say that she's a very responsible Digimon, we've gone through a lot too, so I can understand... but why don't you ask? I know that we're intimidating, but look, we can help you around, we're not destruction loving Digimon. We love helping around... but if you destroy something, then we have to scold you. We don't know when those machine will fix itself. Granted, like our partner over there," she pointed at Koharu "she's prepared, so that's why she's wearing warm clothes. But there are people who are not ready for it, so that's why there's this vending machine. It's for people like you who got lost... We don't mind teaching you how to purchase for next time so this sort of thing won't happened again."
...The words of the boy made him alerted though.
"No, no, no need to---!"
...Too late. He already worked. Warg sighed. Oh boy. "...We're not doing small house, we're working for an inn," he muttered. "A Ryokan, have you ever heard of it? It's a big one, a really big one. So we need it to be at least for 20 people... on the beginning that is" he winced. "...It's going to take a long time, it won't be finished by now, surely... That's why we're just collecting the material for now, see..."
Warg charged his pendulum blades and cut another trees easily.
"...This is why I'm in this form."
"We're not cutting randomly," Kon-chan said. "We're going to put this here after a while then call some pro from somewhere. We don't want to risk it, kid. Though if you want, you can fix one of those shacks. Looks like you're great with your hands afterall."
Koharu sighed and turned to Colin and Bellamy and Luke. "Sorry about that, guys. Lessee, as far as I know, all Devas vanished, so probably none. But seriously, it made me wonder what sort of thing happened around here. Devas are supposed to be benevolent, not malevolent," she muttered. "...But well, that aside, if they appear, I'll be ready. I mean I got two Ultimate stages with me afterall!"
Hearing about body contacts, Warg laughed out loud. "'ey, Impster, I'm a cold hating lizard, so may I cuddle near you? I don't snore, don't worry, I'm sure someone as hot as you can give me some nice badaboom, eh?"
"DID YOU SERIOUSLY FLIRT IN THIS SORT OF SITUATION!? I'M SO GOING TO SHOVE SOMETHING UP TO YOUR ASS, WARG!"
Koharu just laughed. She's all bark and no bite at this sort of situation. "Don't worry about it, Colin. It's low enough, but careful to not drink too much. I also have some spicy dish if you want. I heard around here they make a hot, spicy meat to warm yourself up. I'm going to make some soup myself for a break, do you want some?"
She took out a portable stove. Well, she does indeed planned to make a tent, but her tent won't be good if somehow there are snowstorm...
"We'll make the igloo, meanwhile," Warg said. "Oi newbies, do you want an igloo for yourself?"
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Post by Colin, Luke & Bellamy on Dec 1, 2016 2:17:32 GMT
The other boy didn't react well to Kon-chan's criticism. Colin watched with a bit of a guilty expression. Just because he had a somewhat easier time settling into life in the digital world didn't mean that others did. However, life here was completely optional. If he didn't want to be here, he could be on the Trailmon back to Earth and forget this ever happened.
"Okay okay, guys, easy on the waterworks" Bellamy said, walking over to comfort Albon when he was crying. "We're not gonna let you freeze or suffer out here, don't worry. Ya just gotta calm down a little so we can organize what it is we're gonna do, alright?"
He looked hopefully toward Koharu and the higher evolved Kon-chan and Warg. Yeesh, talk about tough love from Kon-chan, she just wouldn't back down. Although... yeah, the kid should probably get the idea that the Digital World ain't a cakewalk.
Bellamy had a small urge to ask if Kon-chan would promise to spank him if he called her Doll, but, thought that probably wasn't the best idea in this situation.
Then Motimon seemed to have the idea that building a house would be the way to make it up for them. Bellamy blinked.
"Huh, interesting" was all Luke could say on the matter. They watched with curious expressions as Albon immediately ran off to cut down a tree.
"Pretty sure you shout 'Fore' in golf" Colin muttered. He listened to Warg. "Oh? You're building an inn? That sounds pretty..." he looked around the deserted village for a word. "...vital actually" he finished.
They listened to Koharu talk about the Devas. Luke scratched his chin in thought. "Really... you know we've been hearing a lot of things happening around the digital world like that - things that are meant to be one thing but they end up happening another way? I dunno, it's hard to describe, but, everything seems to be going wrong"
Bellamy almost had an explosive nosebleed as Warg flirted with him. However, he retained his composure, folded his arms, then gave a sly grin up at him. "Really..." he said, still grinning even though he was blushing a little. "I'll give ya all the Baddaboom you want, big guy" he winked. "And by that I don't mean my attack"
"If you're talking about what I'm thinking you are, please don't do it inside the igloo" said Colin.
"Hah, nah, just kiddin' around" Bellamy said, walking up to Warg and patting his knee. "But there will be cuddles, that much is obvious"
"Quite" said Luke. Then Kon-chan threatened to shove something up Warg's ass. Luke looked pointedly at Bellamy.
"What?" the Impmon asked. "This is PG-13, I can't comment on that"
"Well then!" Colin said loudly. "I guess now is as good a time as any to have a quick drink of this" he drank a bit of the Amazake. It was... surprisingly tasty. And also warming. It made his mind fill with a warm, happy buzzing sensation. It felt fantastic.
For now, it seemed they would in fact be building an igloo. It seemed alright enough. The igloo would be reliable shelter for at least until they made one of these shacks habitable. And then after that, they could begin work on the Inn.
"I guess you could use some of the materials from the broken shacks to make the inn, right?" Luke suggested.
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Post by cylesic on Dec 6, 2016 4:15:45 GMT
"A-an igloo?" Alban said with a curious look on his face. "I-I'm pretty sure I can make one on my own."
The child picked up a blob of snow and placed it one by one to form an amorphous yet cube-like shape. The small salt-crafted sand castle stood just as high to his abdomen; he looked down at it and stared at it blankly for a few seconds before crawling down to the foot of the structure and shoved his hands in the middle, he parted his hands in a slow swinging motion and the sleet immediately fell on his head. He retorted backwards and immediately fell on his bottom.
He looked at his clothes out of instinct to brush off any scrap work on his winter coat but only saw the white powdery substance that camouflaged his clothes. He laughed a bit, letting the off-white color stain his clothes as he looked up to the ever-winter sky. A small speck of periwinkle fell on his muffler-covered nose before he shifted his eyes to head-level. He stared into the origami-esque landscape; a world that he had always wanted, clean, dirtless, with no useless color but as he stared into it's oxymoronic abyss he also realized it was lifeless and lonely.
"Hey, madam?" He said to the Sealsdramon, barely tilting his head away from the cold landscape. "Why do you want to build this building?"
"Maybe because she has nothing better to do." Popomon jeered as quietly as possible from underneath the coat.
"If it was me, I probably wouldn't want to build something like this here." Alban paused for a small amount of time. "It'd only dirty up the landscape, but..."
This was different...
Maybe the others didn't see it, but it was sad to think that this used to be a happy place filled with happy memories. Useless colors that flew perfectly together to create a beautiful painting. What should have been the beautiful white snow must have been the wonderful laughter of children filled with innocence. He looked at the snow on his shoulder and he looked at his two partners.
"What is it Alban?" The Motimon asked curiously as Alban didn't get to finish his sentence.
"I want to build a home." Alban chanted. "I want to build a home." He said again. "I want to build a happy home."
"I want to build a home."
"Not an ordinary building or a house or an inn or a shed. I wanna build a home."
He looked at the people around him.
"I want the happy noise in this place to come back. I don't want to see snow anymore, I don't want to feel cold anymore. I want to build a home."
The blonde child almost seemed delusional as he continued babbling the sentence. His eyes were lost, reminiscing a happy yet painful memory of the home he once had. Happy, scattered colors, sticky candies, extroverted noise and laughter; the things that stopped existing in his old home of France.
Things that he was now afraid of.
He looked at Popomon and Motimon, their previous forms something he was ridiculously afraid of. He remembered the sewer he fell in, he remembered the messy children in his school. If he didn't lose his home, would he really be afraid of these?
"I'm sorry for annoying you lot." Alban stood in front of the others, "But if you're going to build something, it has to be a home. I'll help you."
So, please. Help me.
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Post by koharu on Dec 6, 2016 12:56:41 GMT
"Very well if you can make your own," Kon-chan said. However, she of course have something to say to the really rude Popomon. "OH RIGHT," she purposely made her voice heard by everyone. "I SURE have NOTHING better to do, knowing that not all shacks here are in pristine condition which make very little difference WHETHER YOU'RE INSIDE OR NOT. MAAAYBE" she purposely dragged her tone in full sarcasm "THAT BECAUSE SOMEONE BROKE THE VENDING MACHINE, OUR INN BUSINESS WILL THRIVE. REGARDLESS, IT'S VERY VITAL BECAUSE EVERYONE NEED WARMTH TO STAY ALIVE YES? SO REALLY I HAVE NOTHING BETTER TO DO INDEED, BECAUSE I MADE SOMETHING FOR PEOPLE TO SURVIVE."
"Ouch, burn," Warg commented. "Someone better apply colder ice for that."
Still, the sable colored Megalo Growlmon must agree to his sister. Why aren't that guy learn his lesson already? His sister will and always will remind him that he's wrong in this situation.
Koharu, while she's smiling, actually starting to emit some strange sort of aura... like... probably she's angry? The smiling Koharu for once actually starting to feel annoyed. Boy, that's not a good idea.
"Well, irregardless of whether your view is right or wrong, it doesn't change the fact that human gets dirty because they want to do something that changes their life. No pain no gain. Vital thing will stay vital." while she said this, she kept smiling and once again started to carve something, but that didn't change the fact that probably she had enough herself. "I only see pure white thing as a canvas for me to paint on. However I can't help it. Afterall I love boisterous thing, I love getting dirty for my ideal, and that never would change. In the end, I'm a creator, first and foremost."
Koharu turned to Luke who seem to comment about... what, was it Murphy's law?
"I think that's Murphy's Law over there. Interesting indeed, don't you think?"
...Let's not comment about whatever happened in that flirting, although Warg grinned ear to ear at Bellamy's proposal. That's great that at least there's some love in the air. Still, at Luke's question, Koharu shook her head.
"I'd rather not. What would you think if you returned and saw that your house is dismantled in favor of an inn? If I were them, even if my house is all destroyed, I'd be feeling really angry."
Kon-chan finally turned to Alban. She silently listened to his request.
"...We're creating a place where heart can be at home. Where although people came and go, they still would feel like they're at home. That's what we're aiming. All inn should have that sort of feeling. Therefore, you're not wrong. However," she rose up a finger. "...Home in Digital World is really harsh. You need to protect your home from all sort of bandit and evil guys. You need to be stronger yourself. To protect your home.. to protect what you have... you have to be strong. I can help you build a house, but to be strong... that must come from the individual themselves."
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Post by Colin, Luke & Bellamy on Dec 8, 2016 2:15:14 GMT
Apparently the new kid wanted to build his own igloo. While Colin was a bit uncertain about this, he pretty much realized that he probably didn't want to share one with Kon-chan. Well, if he could make his own, good on him.
Then a noise from his coat triggered another verbal rampage from the militaristic dragon. One that made Warg remark that it was ice cold.
'More like kinda HOT' Bellamy thought, but didn't speak. He knew opening his mouth to say that would be a bad idea. Luke however did the talking.
"Hey come on guys, I'm sure yelling is keeping us all warm and stuff but it's really not making this a healthy working environment!" Luke said loudly to all verbal combatants. He hoped it wouldn't go on any further.
Colin meanwhile... kind of lost track of the conversation. Other than apparently Albon wanted to build a home, and they were talking something about landscapes? He didn't really feel like he had anything to contribute to this sort of conversation. He just smiled and nodded in the background.
"Murphy's Law... huh, guess the digital world's getting a bit of that lately" the Elecmon said, smiling awkwardly.
Colin then spoke to Albon. "You'd like to build a home?" he asked. "Sorry if this is a sensitive question, but, don't you have a home on Earth?". If that wasn't the case and he would still like to make a home on the digital world, Colin had advice ready. "Well, if you spend a lot of time in the digital world and help people out with paid work, you'll get enough money for a home in no time" he encouraged.
Apparently they would not be using the other derelict shacks to build the inn, because they may have owners somewhere still. "Ah, okay then" Luke said, glad that was cleared up. "Well... just another thought, would there be any stone quarries nearby? I heard building things out of stone might be a good idea. Of course starting with logs would be the right thing to do first, but when the time comes to expand, a stone building might be better".
"Since when were you into engineering?" Bellamy asked him.
"Since I read Colin's dad's books at home" Luke said, smiling. "Or... you could even commission the Trailmon to deliver building stones here? What do you think of that?" he asked Koharu.
"Wouldn't stones still be cold though?" Colin asked.
"True, but once the fireplace and heating is active, then it'll stay warmer for longer than a log cabin" Luke explained. "Ah well. Whatever happens, we should probably get to work making that igloo"
"Right..." Colin said, hesitantly. He looked at Koharu for advice on how to do that. "Well, how are we going to get ice blocks sturdy enough to hold it?" he asked, wondering what the plan was. He knew Igloos were built by layers from the bottom upward, but didn't know much more than that.
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Post by koharu on Dec 14, 2016 10:02:05 GMT
Eh? Oh, apparently the boy cannot take it anymore and ran? Looking at that, Warg sighed. A pity. He honestly felt like the guy got potential, but instead, Kon-chan just scoffed and resumed her work. "Those who cannot weather that sort of tough love should return to real world. Digital World isn't a place for those who doesn't want to dirty their hand... and by dirtying it, I doesn't mean about killing or fighting. It could also be honest work like this. Honestly, I dunno what to say, even. He's too fixated to mundane, unimportant thing."
Koharu just shrugged and returned to her work. Honestly she's probably thinking the same, but lately, she's beginning to act more and more disinterested in this sort of thing? Is Yuu's tendency rubbing on her? But probably she's having enough for a day, too. She turned her full attention to Luke now.
"Hmmm, that I haven't checked, Lukey, but I doubt I could mine something from there... Not with my Digimons as how they are currently anyway. I concur with the idea about building it with stone. However the direct rail to go this way... probably nonexistent, so we'll need lot of task force to transport them here... that in itself, probably going to be quite a feat... well, I can transform Kon-chan and Warg to perfect, but... Probably that's going to wait until I feel better on what to do... I need to count on the expenses too you know?"
Kon-chan, hearing Colin's question, quickly pointed at Warg who already cuts the ice with Plasma Blade. Then, with some power, he reversed the position and already a spot big enough for two groups is made.
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