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A Rendezvous For The Fun Of It (Dio | Valentine's Event)
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Post by Cion on Jan 31, 2019 18:37:20 GMT
It was another one of those idyllic nights...... yet the truth was that Cion was not sure why she was savoring it here, nor why she had chosen to indulge a holiday that was but a sore, lasting scar above the heart to her. There remained an inconceivable amount of tasks to accomplish for the sake of herself and her unrivaled project, not to mention an entire, infantile city that required her nurturing. As a self-determined leader willingly followed by several paragons with various talents, was it not her duty and responsibility to dedicate every single second of her existence to the very cause she sought to promote? No - this kind of thinking had led to a steep decline in her overall performance. The deterrent example of fanaticism was her previous encounter with one of the D-Reaper's slaves. He was merely a mindless spirit-wielder in the shape of a Chaosdramon, yet she had nearly lost to him due to her rashness and errors in judgment. She had displayed a behavior and lack of wisdom that was unbecoming to someone who wished to carry herself like a fine lady. How could she possibly advocate aspects such as cosmopolitanism, forethought and temperance if her own actions were that of frenetic zeal? It was painfully obvious, but evident regardless. She needed respite and repose. Thankfully, she enjoyed meeting new people who might turn out to be great friends. It would certainly not have been the first time where a rendezvous, random or planned, bequeathed delightful results. She had attained many allies that way, and charming companions. However, this was not a night of ambitions and schemes. For once, there was meant to be nothing except the sentiments of bliss and regalement. With who was an uncertainty, yet there was no doubt that Terminus' amusing venture took sufficient care of her. Sighing, the silver fennec calmly and quietly leaned on the mahogany railing of the fancy restaurant she had made a reservation in for the likely enjoyable occasion. Being affluent had its advantages, even if she was not avaricious for inane extravagance. Palatable dishes though were absolutely admissible! Simply relishing the tranquil serenity of the large balcony that was barely occupied by other guests, she stayed close to her assigned table. Although the candlelight veiled the terrace in a pleasant aura of warmth, her gaze lingered on something that was more true to her swevens. The aureate eyes of the restrained Arniomon often shifted between the nearby waves that crashed against the ashen beach's shores, the twinkling radiance of the infinite stars and guiding moon, and the gentle glistering of the endless ocean's surface. To this day, long since having ceased to count the ages, the ancient soul wondered why this sight bestowed upon her a sense of ease and, strangely enough, purpose. Perhaps it was a reminder that, in spite of the world's perpetual woes and conflicts, peace was not impossible. Similar to the aforementioned participants that contributed to the beauty of the darkness, maybe if everyone just put aside their differences and recognized their potential, then... no, the simplicity of such phantasms was unfeasible. Reality was unfortunately not at her disposal to mold as she pleased. That did not mean she should not attempt to direct it towards a better horizon though. But for the digital realm to open its heart, so did Cion have to for those she treasured, too. Potentially tonight gave her the chance to finally overcome her anguish forever - and above all the notion that, after uncountable years of affinity, fate has willed for her to be alone. Regrettably, the short, green scarf of her former kindred spirit that dwelled softly around her neck was seldom solace. [620 / 620 Words]
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Post by Carlos Rey on Feb 3, 2019 13:32:11 GMT
A dare. A challenge. A chance to prove someone wrong. Call it what you might, Dio's initial reasons to be where he was right now were, to put simply, a bit selfish. After witnessing his tamer back on Shibuya getting ready for a 'romantic' outing with his significant other the following day, a small discussion (read: argument) would ensue about the point of this so called Valentine's day. This would somehow end up with Dio declaring the holiday as "a foolish way to take money out of couples", before storming off to the Digital World, planning to find a date of his own just to prove said point.
Initially, things seemed to go just as he predicted, with his date booking a table in one of Whitewater's fancier and most expensive restaurants. Truly, a choice most fitting for a self proclaimed Dark Lord like himself. Buying a single red lily on his way to his date (as the prices for bouquets were a bit on the unreasonable side), his confident stride and smug expression accompanied him up until he set foot inside the building.
Of course, any semblance of bravado and confidence seemingly went away as soon as the imp entered the elegantly decorated restaurant where his own date would take place, feeling as if a swarm of angry butterflies flapped furiously in his stomach.
Really as much as he wanted to deny it, he was afraid, but this was not the type of fear he was so used to, the kind where he felt his life being in any danger. No, this was a more personal fear, one more connected with his innermost feelings. Was it a fear of rejection? Of public embarrassment? Or maybe simply the fact he knew next to nothing about the finer details of this type of social encounters? Whatever the case, Dio found himself walking down
Moments later his green eyes would finally set on a table with a single digimon, a small silver furred fennec looking creature that was at most two inches smaller than Dio. Were it not for the energy signature that he could practically smell coming off from them, he would have assumed they were at a Rookie stage much like he was. However, he knew as well as anyone else that appearances were deceiving, but regardless it wasn't the Arniomon's power that he was interested in.
Knowing he had come too far just to get cold feet now, he let out a sigh of resignation as he approached the table.
"Good evening." He greeted the fennec politely. "I'm supposed to meet up with an Arniomon to tonight for a date and..." he trailed oof, eyes looking around rapidly just to make sure he wasn't talking to the wrong mon.
"Well uh, I hope that I am speaking to said date note else I'm just making a huge fool of myself."
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Post by Cion on Feb 4, 2019 21:09:41 GMT
For a moment, Cion's frame lingered on the wooden railing, quietly savoring the faint yet beautiful radiance of the starry night and its reflection on the ocean's surface. However, her pleasant solitude did not last long. Her large ears peaked upon perceiving the words of a stranger, though she obviously had an idea who the unfamiliar person was. Weakly pushing herself a step away from the balustrade, the silver fennec's gracile head shifted to face the guest she had anticipated for quite a while.
The surprise was written all over her small muzzle. The figure in front of her was an Impmon, which was a form she was well acquainted with. Not only was one of her best friends of the same species, but her first incarnation too had been in the shape of this impish devil. Blinking a couple of times, a strange mix of nostalgia and familiarity caressed her soul as memories of an ancient, mostly forgotten past returned to her for a second or two. The uncountable challenges and fights she had endured since then... it was almost impossible for her to fully comprehend the eons that had passed her by so fast.
But this was not about herself nor the yesteryears of her existence. Shaking her head faintly, a soft smile formed itself on the lips of the restrained Arniomon. Her fluffy, white tail calmly waved back and worth, expressing the pure joy she often desired not to reveal so openly in case it was perceived as obtrusive. Gently, Cion leaned the upper part of her body forward, giving her companion for tonight a simple yet sincere bow. "Good evening to you too, sir." She responded kindly, her dulcet yet mature voice hopefully easing the courteous devil's worries.
Chuckling due to his nervousness, the tiny fennec decided to slowly approach the company while keeping her signature simper. "I believe I am the sole Arniomon there is, dear." She explained coltishly with the desire to get rid off his shyness as quickly as possible. This romantic occasion was meant to be relished to the fullest and not be tainted by uncertainty. Naturally, she did not know if this rendezvous was serious to the purple Rookie or not, but affection or not relationships had to be enjoyable. Fun, banter and delicious food were exactly the types of treats she preferred.
With her maw forming a little, toothy grin, she reached out a paw for him to shake in addition to her previous bow. Multiple signs of certainly mutual respect and welcomed togetherness likely did not hurt. "I am Cion. Pleased to meet you."
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Post by Carlos Rey on Feb 9, 2019 20:02:31 GMT
The first thing that stood out to Dio about his date for the night was just how...gracious she seemed to be. Her tone, her movements, even her way of talking were all delivered with the utmost grace, with an odd something that both comanded reverence yet did not feel unapproachable, a perfect combination seldom seen anywhere else. It was almost a bit overwhelming to the unprepared "Dark Lord", but he did his best to not let it show.
"You mean the only Arniomon here or the only one, period?" He quipped while quirking his brow, somewhat curious. It wouldn't be the first time he met someone that unique, for lack of a better term.
Well, so far she hadn't laugh at his obvious lack of experience or general shyness just yet, so things were off to a relatively solid start. He chuckled in a somewhat awkward way, trying to help dispel his uncertainty. "My name's Dio, pleasure to make your acquaintance." He said, giving a small bow of his own to the fennec, as he approached his own seat on the table.
After sitting comfortably the wooden chair, he'd gently place his small "bouquet" down on the table.
"I bought this for you..." He said, carefully sliding the small lilly torwards the Arniomon. "...er, I was told it's customary to offer gifts like these for rendezvous just like these."
As he tried to gauge her reaction to his small "gift", something odd came to his mind as he looked at Cion. Had this date been planned by her as a serious thing or just as an excuse for a fun night out with someone else? Dio, while inwardly hoping it would be for the latter, wasn't exactly repelled by the other posibilty, even if it made him feel like a swarm of butterflies danced madly in his stomach. Granted, the fact he wasn't all the well versed about serious non platonic relationships worked (or really what they entailed exactly) more than likely played a big part into it as well, but he wasn't going to ask her about it. He knew just enough to figure that would probably be seen as incredibly rude.
Besides, he had come far enough already, backing down now was unthinkable to the proud impmon, he'd worry about that once they got there. For now? Now that pleasantries and introductions were done, it was probably a good time to try and get more acquainted with each other, perhaps a simple question to break the ice was in order.
And what question would that be, exactly?
"You come here often?" He asked, and even though his smile didn't falter, one could see the sheer frustration in his eyes as the words left his mouth.
Of course, but of course that the first thing that came out of his mouth had to be the most standard, predictable filler question in the entire compendium about dating.
"Smooth one, idiot, why don't you ask her how's the weather while you're at it?" He'd curse inwardly, hoping Cion wouldn't call off the date immediatelly. He wouldn't blame her, after such a poor display.
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Post by Cion on Feb 9, 2019 21:13:44 GMT
"I've never encountered another of my kind, hence I'd like to think period... mostly so I can be a true special snowflake." Cion happily joined her acquaintance's jocund quip, which was followed by a cute, brief chuckle. Although an ambitious person of nearly unyielding volition, she was not austere if circumstances did not demand it. Quite the contrary was the case. A crack, especially at the expense of someone cherished or herself, was a sign of sincere amity and confidence to her. Besides, as mentioned before, this evening was meant to be relished, including jokes and inconsequential yet inevitable faux pas. What was the point of pouting?
"Dio..." The silver fennec repeated in hushed whispers for the sole purpose of internalizing the charming Impmon's name. Thankfully, it was disyllabic, euphonic and, as an erudite lady intrigued by human mythology, not unfamiliar to her. Perhaps, similar to a palatable wine, all her companion for tonight needed was some time to ripen for him to relax and open himself up to her. Considering the courtesy the fine lad was already displaying, there was no doubt in her mind that initial worries and uncertainty were bound to cease soon.
Nodding several times, the restrained Arniomon realized that the impish devil did not return the handshake. Confident that it was a mere gaffe, she shrugged weakly and payed this ultimately negligible incident no attention. The last thing she wanted was to fuel her genial attendant's shyness. Instead, though she would not have minded him helping her taking a seat like a real gentleman, she decided to join him by employing her chair as well. And while she resided face to face with him, the decorated table was small enough for them to interact properly. Truth be told, it was perfectly sized for a duo, or couple rather given the unique occasion.
Quickly straightening her short, green scarf, it was with a soft gaze of sudden surprise that she beheld the beautiful, red lily in the palm of Dio's hand. "Aaaw... thank you. How amiable." Cion responded appreciatively with a rapt smile on her tiny lips. Gladly accepting the gift, she contemplated many ideas until she chose to proudly bear the present. Carefully, she placed the flower's stem between her large, right ear and her head where it remained comfortably.
Grinning faintly with glee, she turned to her partner for this night. "I don't have a mirror, so you tell me - do I look good with it?" The vulpine miss asked, equal parts curiosity and playfulness in her dulcet voice. Regardless of the answer, she leaned slightly forward and folded her hands above her chest. "I'm sorry dear, but I don't have anything brought with me for you. This was quite unexpected. Pleasantly so, but still... I hope our candlelight dinner together makes up for that. " She stated quietly yet self-confidently. Despite knowing that this peculiar association of Terminus was responsible for this swell meeting, hopefully her monetary aid was a decent help.
Nevertheless, to abide by her own mores and preferences, this little demerit did not gnaw at her beaming soul for long. Noticing the Impmon eyeballing her, the comely Arniomon concluded that it was probably a reasonable idea to adequately acquaint herself with her date. Fortunately, he seized the initiative first with a classic, sensible question. "This restaurant? No. I enjoy variance. However..." Cion answered as her aureate eyes shifted to the radiant beauty that was the nocturnal horizon of this beachside town. "... for this I often do."
Wondering if the thus far delightful fella was as sentimental as her when it came to the belle of certain, everyday occurrences, her glance returned to him as to attentively attain an image of him, too. "And you? Do you frequent this place?" She inquired with earnest interest in the individual in front of her.
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Post by Carlos Rey on Feb 11, 2019 0:07:07 GMT
It would seem that while Dio was sure he had made a good enough first impression, he couldn't help but notice all the little details he had screwed up for not paying enough attention. Most startlingly, only after he saw her shrug a bit did he finally notice he had completely ignored her attempts at a handshake. He bit his lip, hoping she wouldn't hold that against him later. Regardless of that however, not everything was bad: she had been pleasantly surprised by his small present, and had even chosen to wear it proudly on her head.
What he didn't expect was her next question, however...
"H-huh?" A small yet noticeable blush appeared on the imp's face. How she looked was a tricky question to answer for Dio, not because it was a difficult question in and of itself, but rather because he didn't quite know the best way to communicate his answer. He nodded once before finally replying.
"Well, to be perfectly honest...I'd have to say you do indeed look quite ravishing." Sudden shocked realization hit his face as he heard his own words, eyes growing wide and his blushing practically glowing red as if his cheeks were about to catch on fire. "I MEAN yes, it looks good on you! It...it goes well with the scarf." He stammered, his eyes darting away from her own and down to her scarf, then further down to his side of the table.
He wasn't quite good at giving out compliments of any kind, but appearance related comments always seemed to go south for him: either he was bluntly honest about something he didn't particularly like or care for, or he became a blushing shy wreck of a mon. Was it perhaps because his hubris as a former Demon Lord kept him from giving out compliments without feeling odd? Then again this usually happened when he had to compliment female digimon...
Regardless, he was very eager to get out of the spotlight as soon as possible, so he retorted with a question of his own. "So much so in fact I feel my own choice in clothing for the occasion might be a bit...lackluster, in comparison. Wouldn't you agree?"
He asked in a rare moment of self deprecation. Regardless of her answer, he found himself a bit amused at the Arniomon’s apology. After all, a dinner was plenty times more expensive than a single flower could ever be, right?
"Yes, it's quite alright, being invited for dinner is more than what I expected for my Valentine's Day." He said with a courteous bow, before falling silent for a moment, after which he added with a tiny smile, "Uhm...thanks for the invitation, by the way, I don't go out too often."
It was the truth, as of late neither he nor his human partner Carlos had found much reason to leave their home, the latest happenings leaving them more than a bit exhausted. But that was then, now it was different.
The imp nodded at Cion’s words. So she didn’t come to this place often?
He followed her gaze, only to find himself contemplating the downright gorgeous vista that was just below them. The sun slowly sunk behind the sea, it’s muted light bathing the city in orange hues, and the waves of the ocean danced with an almost hypnotic rhythm. Truly, the view alone already elevated the imp's expectations for the restaurant...and the night ahead of him.
He found himself agreeing with the silver fennec, the view alone was worth the price of admission.
"I see what you mean, my human's place doesn't have nearly as good of a view." He said with a smile, finally turning away from the dreamy landscape and back to his date. Though he replied with a shake of his head at her ensuing question.
"Can't say I do, like I said, my partner and I don't go out much, and when we do it's usually to smaller places, it's easier on our pockets." He commented with a knowing wink, before adding, "Not that money's that big of a problem for me these days mind you, considering I don't have to pay for much other than food, but what can I say? Smaller establishments have their own charm." He chuckled a bit at that, though this time it felt more sincere and less forced, as if he were finally starting to relax.
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Post by Cion on Feb 17, 2019 19:10:18 GMT
Oh... the blush on Dio's face was nothing short of dinky. Was her simple question about her hopefully beautiful appearance truly that daunting that it left him bereft of self-assurance and a confident vocabulary? At least her initial impressions of him were quite accurate - he was both polite and chary, in a positive sense of course. Fortunately, Cion's date for tonight was not a sissy, but merely sheepish. It would probably still take some time for them to fully break the ice, but she was confident in her ability to do just that, even if it required a couple of attempts.
"Aaaaw.... you charmer." The small, vulpine lady let out as a genuinely rapt smile formed itself on her muzzle. Ravishing... what a wonderfully concise attribute to be labeled with. Unable to hold back a pleased giggle, the Impmon's compliments as well as his nervous stammering amused her greatly. For one reason or another, she was certain that a rather innocent soul had joined her for this lovely, late evening of joy and get-together. There was no doubt that he meant well with every word he uttered, hence she gladly accepted the flattery that came her way.
"Red and green are complementary colors after all." She commented, playfully agreeing with the sentiment that the lily suited her scarf and light silver frame. Noticing that he partially averted his gaze, the tiny fennec exhaled through her maw with a quiet sigh. It seemed she had to be a bit more cautious with the questions and answers she posed. Then again, with what else than sincerity was she supposed to attain his affection, no matter the shape it was bound to assume. "If I may say so, you are a good-looking digimon, too. I guess you have dandified yourself for the occasion like me, hmm?"
Regardless, appearances were often only skin-deep to Cion. What actually intrigued her was the character of the people she encountered. Thankfully, it appeared that the heart of the 'virus' was beaming as bright, if not brighter, than the many vaccines she had the pleasure and displeasure to meet throughout her uncountable ages of existence. That was the crux why her next response was unusually placid, if not somewhat ham-fisted. "Naaah... you and I wear what's comfortable. No point in being formal and squeamish, especially since we are not wearing any suits or dresses. Let us simply enjoy this night to the fullest, yes?"
Appreciating Dio's display of his strong will, the capability of laughing at one's own expense being a proof of this impression, her ears peaked softly as she listened to his opinions and notions. Truth be told, a candlelight dinner taking place inside a fancy restaurant was not new to her. The contrary was the case. Yet... it was enchanting to not be alone for once. It was in these moments that she realized how lonesome she usually was, in spite of the great friends she had. Hehe... her life was strange and full of discrepancies.
Receiving the purple imp's restrained simper and expression of gratitude with a soft grin, the Arniomon decided to not speak and solely nodded in acknowledgment of his words. Apparently, reclusiveness had to be added to the list of aspects they shared. Perhaps, by means of mutual esteem, this harsh status quo could be changed. If not anything else, the two of them savoring the belle of the dusk's final seconds sufficed to fuel her bliss. Evidently, the elegancy of the natural world was relished by plenty of individuals. Their background was of no concern in this regard.
Silently internalizing the fact that the fine Impmon was the partner of a digidestined, her aureate eyes returned to focus on the verdant ones of her date. It was with candid interest that she cautiously payed attention to the story he wished to share with her. "I agree. Simplicity is oftentimes cozy. Like the inn in that northern village... Snowflake was its name." She remarked while feeling a minor weight removed from her mind. The fairspoken lad finally managed to relax... excellent.
Releasing a warm, slightly visible breath, Cion coltishly pointed a talon at the menus in the center of the petite table. "Then again, every now and then, I enjoy gourmet food. I hope you do, too."
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Post by Carlos Rey on Mar 11, 2019 3:10:17 GMT
Luckily for the small and somewhat socially awkward imp, Cion wasn't nearly as full of herself as he usually was, as it was evindent by how gracefully she took the compliment. She was quick to give Dio a compliment of her own as well, which certainly didn't help with the red tone of his cheeks, but did get a small smile from him. Not a forced, awkward one this time, but rather a genuine one.
While he was not entirely used to being on the recieving end of a compliment of any kind (especially those about his appearance), he was certainly glad to hear that at the very least his looks were acceptable enough to be considered "good looking." Not that he had any doubt this was the case of course (his ego was still as bloated as ever), but it felt nice having someone other than him reassuring him of such.
Of course, staying there quietly looking like a deer caught on headlights was not doing him any favors, so he was somewhat quick to reply to her compliment
"W-why thanks. I did my best to be presentable at least, one's supposed do at least that much when coming to such places, after all." He replied with a small nod and a chuckle, relaxing on his seat. He couldn't help but agree with her on the comment about clothes though: sure it was nice to look fancy, but he much rather the comfort of simpler clothes or well...nothing at all, save for the usual red bandana and gloves so typical for impmons everywhere.
"Agreed, clothes don't make the mon, as they say. Plus the night is still young."
As they continued to exchange sweet pleasantries, the mention of a certain location piqued the imp's interest. Snowflake village. He had heard that name plenty of times, but surprisingly it was still one of the few places of the digital world he had neither seen with his own eyes, nor had he seen even a simple picture. In fact the whole Northern area was a complete mystery to him, one that he hoped he could someday discover with his tamer Carlos. For now however, it seemed like he'd have to make due with asking Cion about it.
"Hmm, I've never been anywhere close to the North...at least not any farther than the mountains that is. How are things up there like?" He said his tone curious.
As she pointed to the menus that were waiting to be read on the table the imp only needed to take a quick glance at them to confirm what he already suspected. Yep, indeed he had never heard or even seen any of the dishes written in them.
"Can't say I ever had the pleasure to try it, but I'm sure it will be nothing short of delicious."
He replied with a smile. At least he hoped it would be! Any less would certainly sour the Dark Lord's mood considering this place was not exactly cheap. But he trusted Cion's good taste, after all one wouldn't return to the same restaurant multiple times just for the view. That said since this was his first time at a place like this, he was simply put quite stumped as to what to order. Perhaps it was still a hint of nervousness, but he wasn't even able to think of something to drink!
"That said I'm...afraid I'm not quite knowledgeable about the dishes they have here. What would you reccomend for me as a first timer?" It hurt his ego a bit having to be this sincere to Cion, but it was better to ask now before he made a fool of himself in front of the waiter.
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Post by Cion on Mar 11, 2019 17:47:22 GMT
Okay... things were certainly getting better considering that the amicable if incipiently shy Impmon was able to somewhat simply accept her genuine compliment. Especially that warm smile of his delighted Cion greatly, for it was a sign of true amity and appreciation to her. Responding with a soft, cute simper of her own, she gently nodded in agreement of the statements he made. A certain amount of effort for this enchanting evening of togetherness was debonair, but there was no reason to stress over it. That would be antithetic to their desire to savor this candlelight dinner and the acquaintanceship of a new digimon.
And, which brought the silver fennec glee, Dio too shared the sentiment that the night was quite young and had barely begun. Already, there was vast progress to be seen as the figurative ice got broken by mutual esteem, respect and cordiality. This was the way she enjoyed it the most... without forced restraints that went above common civility. Freed hearts and minds were the quickest and brightest to blossom, even in the darkest of times. Although the sky was as black as some fiends' souls, this was not an occasion of dread. No - bliss was an adequate characteristic instead.
As pleasant as the cherished memories the restrained Arniomon had of events within the North was the question posed by the impish charmer who sat opposed yet close to her. As genial nostalgia caressed her spirit, a faint yet playful grin formed itself on her muzzle. Aureate eyes remained lingering on his verdant ones while calmly indulging his inquisitiveness. "Well - it's cold and snowy..." She quipped with a brief chuckle before proceeding.
"The necropolis is... a place of interest, at least from afar. Snowflake on the other hand is arguably the coziest spot in the digital world. A hundred hearths, the perpetual scents of pastries and incense, and the local inn of course. There is not more comfort during a blizzard than sitting inside and savoring its signature hot chocolate. Not too sweet with a unusually intensive cocoa flavor." Cion illustrated her experiences eloquently, hoping like a passionate storyteller to capture her date's rapt attention and imagination.
Taking in a deep but quiet breath through her snub nose, the small fox gave a firm and confident nod and proceeded to choose her likely square and wholesome meal. For her, the exotic names of the dishes were not out of the ordinary, but as to be expected in hindsight the same was not the case for the purple devil. Naturally, she was nothing short of absolutely glad to assist her newfound partner for tonight. "Oh, there are many choices I could recommend. But I don't wish to pick something you might not relish. So... tell me your preferences in food and tastes and I will provide you suitable suggestions. Sounds acceptable?"
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Post by Carlos Rey on Mar 28, 2019 5:49:50 GMT
He wasn't sure why, but Dio was rather sure by the way Cion talked that she had clearly been around for quite some time, that she had seen many more places than he could even imagine. It would have been almost daunting for him to hold a conversation with such an individual had the small digimon not been so inviting, even despite the fact he was clearly an outsider in every possible way.
And the way she described Snowflake definitely made the small demon wish he had been able to visit that cozy village back when he and his tamer were visiting the Northern Region but alas, fate had decided it was not to be. At least not yet.
At any rate, her words painted a cozy, inviting picture of a downright idyllic village hidden in the cold mountains, with special mention of her description of their hot chocolate being nothing short of delicious, which almost enough to make the imp's mouth water. Or maybe that was his stomach demanding him to order something. It was hard to tell.
"Heh, I'm not a big fan of the cold but you certainly make it sound like a lovely place." He thought about perhaps asking the fennec to show him around if he ever were to visit, but decided against it, feeling it was probably too soon to ask such questions before they even had anything to drink. Speaking of drinks, it only then occured to him that he had to remember to be careful about what type of beverages he chose to drink tonight. After all, he wasn't particularly adept at holding his liquor, and the last thing he wanted was for the date to go downhill for his tipsier self saying something he shouldn't have.
But...that was a problem for later, for now he still had to choose what he would eat, but luckily Cion had just the perfect idea for him:
So she would help him pick based on his tastes? Probably for the better, he was a bit too vocal when he didn't enjoy something, and he was well aware of that, so it was most likely a smarter decision to have Cion help out.
"Oh, uhm...that'd would be awesome-I mean delightful." He quickly corrected himself (as he didn't want to seem too informal), before becoming pensive for a moment, trying to decide on the best way to explain his tastes in a clear and concise manner. "I have something of an adquired taste with meats, particularly anything that tastes like "pork" as humans would call it. If not anything warm and salty would suffice."
"Worst case scenario if I can't pick anything I could always just order whatever you order. I'm sure your food tastes are nothing short of great if you chose a place like this, right?"
Dio would reassure her with a smile, somewhat surprised with himself for finding enough confidence to reply in such a way. Perhaps now that the provervial ice had been broken he felt more comfortable acting in his more natural and confident way around Cion? Only time would tell.
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Post by Cion on Mar 30, 2019 11:15:38 GMT
Oh... her cherished date for tonight likely barely comprehended how much his implicit comments enravished Cion. She did not consider herself a creative artist, not to mention a virtuoso, but she was always delighted if her eloquent stories and soft canto managed to enrapture someone she cared for. Dio certainly had swiftly become one of those few yet esteemed individuals, for his unique flaws and idiosyncrasies made him a joy to have around. He was a bit ditzy yet fairspoken, shy but straightforward, modest in spite of his confidence; and above all he was pleasant-natured.
Sighing with glee, the silver fennec blinked once before folding her small hands on the table. "Awesomely delightful." She joked, as often trying to nudge the Impmon out of his unnecessary act. Again, there was no need for overbearing formalities during this night of bliss and togetherness. Regardless, charmed that her new acquaintance immediately accepted her kind offer, she cautiously listened to his preferences. Naturally, it was not a big suprise to her that he savored meat the most. That was the typical favorite of many digimons, which of course was sensible. The flesh produced by vegetation was both salubrious and exquisite.
Chuckling due to his compliments, the graceful Arniomon nodded firmly and decided to slightly abrasively take the menus and put them aside. Calmly attaining the attention of a waitress, a Lunamon, she waited for the common words of courtesy to be over to order on her own behalf and that of the purple devil. "Two Bœuf Stroganoff plates with full trimmings, please. Mine with stewing steak, my partner's with fillet of pork." Cion gently voiced her wishes, something the familiar nature spirit gladly noted down.
"As a drink, I desire an apple-flavored sparkling wine. What about you, Dio?" She requested while turning to the charming 'virus', not intending to patronize him.
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Post by Carlos Rey on Apr 22, 2019 4:23:16 GMT
There was something ever so slightly odd yet charming about hearing someone as prim and proper as Cion using the word "awesomely", even if it was mostly meant as a jest towards Dio's somewhat stiff and unsure mannerisms. However it would still work to the advantage of both as it (along with her generally jovial tone) were slowly but surely making Dio loosen up more and more from this self perceived image of sophistication he was trying (and most likely failing) to maintain.
Regardless, he would most certainly perk up in curiosity upon hearing her choice of meals for the two of them. Bœuf Stroganoff? He surely had never heard that word before and indeed didn't even know what it was, but what he did know it's that it sounded positively delicious, specially knowing his plate would have his oh so desired pork. His mouth was watering so much that it took him a full second to remember how to swallow again, just in time to turn to the waiter at Cion's gentle behest.
"I'd like the same wine as her." He said with a confident nod. After all she had already chosen a good meal for him, choosing the same drinks only made sense. Granted, there was a small gamble for him in drinking something as strong as wine (or rather, anything stronger than orange juice), as he had learned from experience that he was...not the best at holding his liquor, to say the least.
But as long as he did so in moderation and care it would all work out for him, surely. It was better than the alternatives at any rate, risking accidentally ordering something even stronger or end up looking even more childish in front of Cion by drinking ordinary water.
"I wasn't aware they served human food in here." He commented with a smile. "Can't say I'm dissapointed though, living with a human has made me...let's say a bit partial to their culinary styles."
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Post by Cion on Apr 22, 2019 14:14:29 GMT
People had a tendency to say that imitation was among the greatest forms of flattery. Although Cion was not completely sure if this public sentiment was actually in unison with reality, it certainly felt that way upon witnessing how her date acted. The way that Dio suddenly beamed with confidence and aplomb when ordering the same drink as her, as if he had complete trust in her judgment, filled her teeny-tiny tummy with a rare, pleasant warmth.
Hopefully, her choices would ultimately prove to justify his assurance, not wishing to disappoint him in the slightest. However, the outcome of this required at least half an hour to reveal itself to them. For now, with the Lunamon kindly departing and imparting their order, they were once again left to themselves near the edge of this fine restaurant's open balcony. And similar as the ivory moon gleamed through the night, so did her soft, slightly toothy smile that was directed at her new acquaintance.
Highlighting her bliss with a gently chuckle, the proud fennec leaned back into her chair and took a moment to observe the impish devil who had decided to spend this evening together with her. The antithetic mixture of attention and impetuousness were clear as day, though it was reasonable to hypothesize that the former was merely due to the current circumstances being peregrine to him. When treading on familiar territory or facing a nasty wretch, he was likely an embodiment of grit, panache and fervency - literally and figuratively speaking.
Still, the Impmon's peculiar statements remained a seemingly never-ending source of amusement and charm to her. Giggling with her signature, ladylike grace, she shook her head and exhaled with audible glee. "Human food, my dear? That is not something I've ever heard thus far. What would dishes for digimons be then?" She asked, genuine curiosity faintly tainted by a hint of playful cheekiness. Surely her cherished companion for tonight did not mind some lightheartedness, did he?
Regardless, the disclosures about himself, particularly those concerning his relationships with other individuals, were causing her vulpine ears to peak. Sincere inquisitiveness surfaced within her aureate eyes and on her muzzle anew. Cion obviously looked forward to get properly acquainted with the likable flatterer. "You mentioned your partner before. What's he or she like? Is this person a digidestined? Oh, and I would love it if you could tell me about Earth. I've never been there, mostly to avoid inducing an accidental incident."
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Post by Carlos Rey on May 24, 2019 19:14:36 GMT
For some reason, Dio couldn't help but find Cion's chuckle somewhat disarming in the best of ways. There was something behind the graceful amusement she found in his answers that simply...always took him aback. He could feel they were always genuine and without any ill intent behind however, and could only feel himself relaxing more and more every time he heard it, the tension easing considerably each time. Indeed, he found himself laughing a bit himself in an almost self deprecatory way as she questioned his rather odd choice of words regarding the food they were having.
"Ah right. Apologies, I'm just so used to my Tamer's food that I just make that distinction without thinking nowadays, I meant human recipes." There was a small bias as well of course, he was most familiar with Carlos' brand of cooking (which was never much more elaborated than noodles, salad and some roasted beef) that he had mostly forgotten what kind of things he ate before arriving to the human world. Probably nothing as fancy as this, considering he was for all intents and purposes homeless back then.
Her following question made him perk up somewhat however. Of course, he knew not every digimon had gone to or even knew how the Earth looked like, so this question was hardly unexpected. Truth be told, it wasn't nearly as flashy or mystical as some digimon believed. If anything the human world was somewhat...mundane.
"I haven't seen that much of the human world, truth be told. At least, not much farther than a single city. It's kinda like Terminus, but far more crowded and expansive, with buildings taller than any Super Mega...at least that I've seen. I only flew above it once but from what I could see there was plenty of wilderness surrounding it too, as well as a sea, so I guess their world isn't that much different from ours, at least visually. Shame most humans don't seem to know about us though, makes it going out to explore a bit harder than it should."
Dio shrugged, just as curious and unknowing as to what could be out there as Cion was. Perhaps someday he'd get to explore Earth as well, but according to Carlos it was far harder to do than the Digital World, but he never elaborated on why.
Speaking of which, the fennec also seemed interested in learning about the impmon's partner, and he was happy to oblige.
"Carlos? Yeah, I guess you could said he's a digidestined. He's..." He hesitated for a moment, trying to figure the best word to describe him without overselling him in case Cion ever met him. He sighed a bit before answering, "Putting it simply, he's a bit of a dork, always getting excited over the simplest of things related to our world. He's almost like a kid sometimes, but with a low opinion of himself too." He shook his head a bit, a small chuckle as his lips formed into a tiny smile, seemingly aware that a lot of that could be applied to him as well.
Except the "low opinion" part, of course.
"But...he's also the only one that stood by my side even when I treated him like dirt before. And he's not afraid to jump into danger to help others either. I honestly don't get him most of the times but I think we are partners for a reason, if that makes any sense." All this was said in a surprisingly calm and content, almost nostalgic tone. It was clear that the man meant quite a bit to him, almost on the same level as a family member or a sibling.
That said it wasn't long before he'd look back at his date, a faint blush appearing on his face yet again. How long had he been blabbering about his partner? Surely Cion didn't need that many details, now did she? He barely let her any time to talk back!
"G-gosh, sorry. I got a bit carried away, didn't I?" He coughed, rubbing his neck with a somewhat embarrased look. "How about you? Where do you live? Ever met a human before?" He asked, both with genuine curiosity and trying to give her something to share as well.
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Post by Cion on May 24, 2019 21:29:09 GMT
Oh! Her partner for tonight was laughing along with her instead of perceiving her chuckle as a reason to blush. Finally, Cion felt as if the ice had truly been broken for good, giggling to savor this blissful moment of mutual amusement. Giving each other a coltish amount of shade was one of the greatest symbols of true amity to her, hence his reaction was simply stupendous to her. Eventually taking in a deep gasp to simmer down, she nodded to display her fine grasp of his self-correcting explication.
"Now I'm interested in these 'human recipes'. I shall study them later. Can you recommend me a library?" She proceeded to quip with a kittenish wink, confident that the subject matter was thoroughly depleted, which was why she did not expect an answer to her rhetoric question. Gently holding her small tummy, the silver fennec found herself breathing audibly for a while. Steadily regaining a regular breath, it ultimately became inaudible, just like most of her frame. Such seemliness was, in her opinion, far more becoming to a lady of grace than inappropriate, bodily noises.
With her mind at ease and strange thoughts of unusual mannerliness pushed aside, the tiny fox's ears peaked upon witnessing Dio's surprisingly, yet delightfully extensive responses to several of her questions. It was merely a few seconds into his explanations that she leaned forward, arms resting on their decorated table as her aureate eyes locked onto the Impmon's face. It was with clear, genuine interest that she listened to his tales - her gaze both figuratively and literally fixed to his lips and loose tongue.
And thanks to his wonderfully detailed descriptions, it was easy for the unassuming ascendant to left her spirit drift and visualize the received information. Earth... a world quite similar to the digital realm, though its people seemed significantly intertwined, unlike many digimons here. It was a status quo that lots of devotees obviously attempted to change; with fantastic projects like Rosewood. Still, it was difficult for Cion to relinquish the desire to finally visit the worlds of the humans, even if movement was severely restricted due to xenophobia. It was almost surreal to her that throughout her eras of existence, she had never tried this undertaking.
Changing the talking point to something personal, the restrained Arniomon slowly fashioned a picture of the man called Carlos, the genial virus' snippets of data serving as her puzzle pieces. And from what she heard, the lad he talked about appeared to be a typical digidestined - a common person who had proven their worth through bravery and cordial friendship with an entity from another dimension. Nothing out of the ordinary, but it was self-explanatory that Dio cherished him deeply. That was perhaps the core cause why she refrained from commenting and instead enabled her date to share his beaming soul with her.
"It does, and I am sure he is a swell gentleman." She asserted without hesitation, undoubtedly believing that any shortcomings were idiosyncrasies that every heart was capable of surpassing. And for as long as they remained by the other's side, all obstacles were conquerable. Nodding again, the ancient sentinel made noticed of her new companion's redness on his cheeks. Blinking, she tilted her head ever so slightly, until she was granted understanding and grinned cheerfully. "Au contraire! Your elaborations were enchanting." She assured the charming rascal, always happy to get properly acquainted with a friend.
Appreciating the reciprocative inquisitiveness, the vulpine guardian reassumed a proper posture and folded her hands to contemplate a condign reply. After some moments, her multifarious, often radiant mien was once anew the devil's to relish. "Currently, I am initiating my very own city - Quantum - which is why I suppose its capitol is my home for the time being. And of course! - I have encountered plenty humans during my lifetimes. Most were pleasant acquaintances... some dear company, not unlike you, darling."
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