Sense of Fashion [JOB]
Sept 25, 2017 23:24:17 GMT
Post by Holmes on Sept 25, 2017 23:24:17 GMT
Job: Where My Hat Is At.
Another one wonderful day in the maginificent beach of Whitewater City, the sun is up and shining, the digimon are enjoying themselves, and beach shops seem to be at top sells. Yes, the perfect day for relaxing and resting after a long trip… except it wast like that for the poor little Kudamon, again.
As if repairing a whole shop hadn’t been enough the last time to take over most of their energy, Shiro found itself again helping a troubled shop assistant. They didn’t mind it, of course. They loved to help, it would certainly be they bit of grain in contributing for a pure and selfless Digital World, if that dream ever came to become true..but sometimes they had this feeling that some of this jobs were fairly ridiculous.
To let me explain, the fox digimon has now a desesperated shop assistant begging for their help in finding some missing hats that were blown by the wind.This wouldn’t seem like a hard task to do in a normal situation, but apparently, the wind had been so strong the hats had landed in the most unthinkable places. They even heard one of them ended up in the tail of a Seadramon in the ocean! How were they gonna beable to get that?! They were hoping that had been all a cruel joke of the assintant, but the gestures on her face told them another story.
To be fair, they could just had said no, but what kind of seeker or truth and peace would that make them? Exactly. They were never gonna be like those humans, corrupted to their bones, whatever that word was supposed to mean. They were nice and civil digimon; so they took up the “mission”.
First things first : It was easier to start searching for the most nearby hats. Shiro made a small tour around the beach to see if they could find anything. One, two hours later they came back with some colorful designs in hand. Not to say the assistant was overly excited to have some of her merchandising back. “Oh! Thank you so, so much! You don’t know how much this means!” She started giving her gratitudes. Just when Shiro thought that maybe this was enough, the digimon made another risky request. “Uh.. we are very sorry to keep bothering you, but theres this hat…” Uh oh, she was getting nervous, and this meant no good. “Well it kind of..landed there” And then, she pointed to somewhere. Afraid to look, they slowly turned their head into that direction.
It made them wish not to have looked.
How did the hat even get there?! Trapped in a tree in the middle of a high cliff?! Was this a joke? It had to be- theres no way this could be real. Shiros face became more pale than it already was, just by imagining the trip they would have to do. Well- No pain no gain,right?
“Well, good luck!” The digimon said with a wide smile on their face, the smile of devil, and encouraged them so start climbing now, or else it would get pretty late by the time they find the hat.
Shiro was at the edge of the cliff, and still found themselves unable to move. Where to even start? They couldn’t float there, it was too high and they were already exhausted.. But maybe they could get a few meters to make a good start.
And so, they put all their effort in floating through the area, watching not to get hurt with any kind of sharp rock. This was taking a lot of energy from them, they could tell by just hearing how unstable their breath was becoming.
A bit more, and their body needed to stop. Shiro landed in some kind of plain rock, and rested for a while. That was hard! How were they gonna make it to the top this way? It would takes ages!
Luckily, when they looked up, there wasn’t much territory to cover left, seems like floating was a good idea after all. A spark of hope bloomed, and they found themselves with more energy than before. It felt good to know they were doing a good thing.
Putting it all, they started to climb again- which was way more difficult since they only had their front paws to grab the rocks with. It was an advantage that they didn’t weigh much, tho. They couldn’t have imagine how it would be if their size was like a normal rookie digimon one. What a nightmare would that be.
Ugh! Just one more effort and – done! Finally! They did it! Shiro was amazed by what they saw on the cliff. The view wasn’t anything like the one on the beach. Sure, the beach was beautiful, but this-this was spectacular. One could see the infinite ocean and the gigantic waves that usually they aren’t noticed because they were too far behind to swim. Unless you were an aquatic or flying digimon, that it.
They couldn’t have stayed there, glued to the floor, watching the scenery for hours; but they remembered what they came here for. The hat.
After climbing the cliff, thaking the hat from the tree was a piece of cake; it didn’t take much time.
With the hat finally on their hands, uh, paws, Shiro had now the second hardest task of the day: Climbing down.
To not enter much in detail, basically the poor fox digimon couldn’t even get up from the sand when they finally got down. Helping other digimon was great, but sometimes they wished it wasn’t so tiring. No, no, they cant think like that. Helping is good, and complaining about it is only selfish and corrupted; they were a good digimon.
But their body was screaming the contrary at the moment, and they haven’t felt gravity like they did now it all their years of life. Honestly, how were they supposed to return the hat now? They couldn’t even get up.
The shop assistant apparently felt some mercy for them, because they came to find them and, after taking the hat thanking them a thousands of times, they left.
Well, that was done. Now...how were they gonna get up?!
Finished. Word count: 1.040
Another one wonderful day in the maginificent beach of Whitewater City, the sun is up and shining, the digimon are enjoying themselves, and beach shops seem to be at top sells. Yes, the perfect day for relaxing and resting after a long trip… except it wast like that for the poor little Kudamon, again.
As if repairing a whole shop hadn’t been enough the last time to take over most of their energy, Shiro found itself again helping a troubled shop assistant. They didn’t mind it, of course. They loved to help, it would certainly be they bit of grain in contributing for a pure and selfless Digital World, if that dream ever came to become true..but sometimes they had this feeling that some of this jobs were fairly ridiculous.
To let me explain, the fox digimon has now a desesperated shop assistant begging for their help in finding some missing hats that were blown by the wind.This wouldn’t seem like a hard task to do in a normal situation, but apparently, the wind had been so strong the hats had landed in the most unthinkable places. They even heard one of them ended up in the tail of a Seadramon in the ocean! How were they gonna beable to get that?! They were hoping that had been all a cruel joke of the assintant, but the gestures on her face told them another story.
To be fair, they could just had said no, but what kind of seeker or truth and peace would that make them? Exactly. They were never gonna be like those humans, corrupted to their bones, whatever that word was supposed to mean. They were nice and civil digimon; so they took up the “mission”.
First things first : It was easier to start searching for the most nearby hats. Shiro made a small tour around the beach to see if they could find anything. One, two hours later they came back with some colorful designs in hand. Not to say the assistant was overly excited to have some of her merchandising back. “Oh! Thank you so, so much! You don’t know how much this means!” She started giving her gratitudes. Just when Shiro thought that maybe this was enough, the digimon made another risky request. “Uh.. we are very sorry to keep bothering you, but theres this hat…” Uh oh, she was getting nervous, and this meant no good. “Well it kind of..landed there” And then, she pointed to somewhere. Afraid to look, they slowly turned their head into that direction.
It made them wish not to have looked.
How did the hat even get there?! Trapped in a tree in the middle of a high cliff?! Was this a joke? It had to be- theres no way this could be real. Shiros face became more pale than it already was, just by imagining the trip they would have to do. Well- No pain no gain,right?
“Well, good luck!” The digimon said with a wide smile on their face, the smile of devil, and encouraged them so start climbing now, or else it would get pretty late by the time they find the hat.
Shiro was at the edge of the cliff, and still found themselves unable to move. Where to even start? They couldn’t float there, it was too high and they were already exhausted.. But maybe they could get a few meters to make a good start.
And so, they put all their effort in floating through the area, watching not to get hurt with any kind of sharp rock. This was taking a lot of energy from them, they could tell by just hearing how unstable their breath was becoming.
A bit more, and their body needed to stop. Shiro landed in some kind of plain rock, and rested for a while. That was hard! How were they gonna make it to the top this way? It would takes ages!
Luckily, when they looked up, there wasn’t much territory to cover left, seems like floating was a good idea after all. A spark of hope bloomed, and they found themselves with more energy than before. It felt good to know they were doing a good thing.
Putting it all, they started to climb again- which was way more difficult since they only had their front paws to grab the rocks with. It was an advantage that they didn’t weigh much, tho. They couldn’t have imagine how it would be if their size was like a normal rookie digimon one. What a nightmare would that be.
Ugh! Just one more effort and – done! Finally! They did it! Shiro was amazed by what they saw on the cliff. The view wasn’t anything like the one on the beach. Sure, the beach was beautiful, but this-this was spectacular. One could see the infinite ocean and the gigantic waves that usually they aren’t noticed because they were too far behind to swim. Unless you were an aquatic or flying digimon, that it.
They couldn’t have stayed there, glued to the floor, watching the scenery for hours; but they remembered what they came here for. The hat.
After climbing the cliff, thaking the hat from the tree was a piece of cake; it didn’t take much time.
With the hat finally on their hands, uh, paws, Shiro had now the second hardest task of the day: Climbing down.
To not enter much in detail, basically the poor fox digimon couldn’t even get up from the sand when they finally got down. Helping other digimon was great, but sometimes they wished it wasn’t so tiring. No, no, they cant think like that. Helping is good, and complaining about it is only selfish and corrupted; they were a good digimon.
But their body was screaming the contrary at the moment, and they haven’t felt gravity like they did now it all their years of life. Honestly, how were they supposed to return the hat now? They couldn’t even get up.
The shop assistant apparently felt some mercy for them, because they came to find them and, after taking the hat thanking them a thousands of times, they left.
Well, that was done. Now...how were they gonna get up?!
Finished. Word count: 1.040
