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Gazimon
Champion
Digimook
Posts: 89
OOC Name: Opal
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Post by Gazimon on Jul 22, 2019 14:30:47 GMT
"Mmm, mm, that sounds about right. The native shuffle. How it always goes 'til they see all the good stuff urbanization brings," Gazimon says with a sigh, using one long claw to push the straw around in the base of the glass. "The price'a progress, eh?"
The cat-rabbit digimon takes a few moments more to study the scent he has discovered... It isn't familiar from elsewhere, but it was impossible to determine when it could be in the future. This little ritual complete, he stows it, slipping it with a deft move of his claw to one of the pockets of his over-sized back.
"Whoa, yeesh, this chick got it out bad for the boss man then? Best be I cautch up before something goes down!" He suddenly james his sunglasses on his face, pouncing from the stool... Only to be called back to pay. "Ahahaha, right, right, here, fer your troubles." He haphazardly slaps the required currency down on the counter in his rush, perhapa a bit short, and perhaps a bit extra for the Guardromon's assistance. "Been a big help, big fella! I'll see ya 'round!"
And with that, he was off, his pack rustling and lightly bouncing as he scurried out on all fours, bounding off in the direction he had for the final home that was to be his target, now a bit heavier for the peculiar coin and little piece of pretty jewelry.
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Post by Erika on Jul 23, 2019 7:41:22 GMT
“You’re a good friend. Please come back again.” The Guardromon waved his hand at the hare as he stormed out of the Garma Inn, much like the last person that asked about the leader of Los Amigos del Ocio. With this, the robot just went on with his duties. Who knew, maybe they would meet again.
The way to house number 32 was definitely a lonely one. At this time of the day, probably most of the digimon who lived in this residential area were in town working, so movement was scarce, except for the hare jolting up the hill towards his destination. The road was full of trees, their leaves being swung by the wind and the shadows they provided intertwining with the morning sun. The silence of the road was only broken by the sound of the wind hitting these leaves and the occasional bystander. If Gazimon weren’t in such a hurry, it would probably be a very enjoyable sight.
When he glanced at a 32 etched on a front gate, he would know he had arrived.
In all honesty, number 32 was not particularly different from the rest of the houses. They all had a unique architecture in comparison to the others, but it never drifted too far away from big frontal gates and gridded fences that surrounded the whole structure. From between the grids of the black fence, Gazimon could see a two-story wooden house with a beautiful garden in front. It was quite hard to tell from where he was standing but it probably had a very wide backyard too. Unlike the warehouse he had visited earlier, the fence did not seem to be electrified, so jumping over it would be a pretty easy task to accomplish for him, even if he could not quite decry everything that could be waiting on the other side. A silver truck, not too different from a small cargo truck you could find in the human world was parked next to the house, behind the fence.
Right at the center of the fence’s surface, a small door could be seen. Next to the door, a doorbell. No sight of anyone else around the perimeter.
What would be Gazimon’s approach?
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Gazimon
Champion
Digimook
Posts: 89
OOC Name: Opal
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Post by Gazimon on Jul 26, 2019 15:31:14 GMT
Gazimon's dusty-coloured fur approached a more silver colour as he bounded along in the summer sun, the light breeze causing his long ears to bob as he want. The walk, itself, was a pleasant one; still too hot for his liking, but the residential area seemed to be a little more relaxed on that front, somehow. Maybe it was just the extra shade provided by inclusion of trees in the area. He was to quick to avoid encountering any other residents or by standards, going so far as to veer by them or cross the street; he'd wasted enough time on chitter-chatter for now, and he wasn't about to waste more. He did, however, spare each individual a glance, on the off chance that their visage was important--or, worse in his mind, recogniseable.
The trek turned out to be uneventfully, fortunately, and the viral mammal ended up accidentally passing the place in question, before referring to the address numbers further along, and doubling back. It was a little more mundane than he was expecting, somehow, given the reputation of it's owner. Maybe he'd been expecting something more vibrant, if not an out-right party palace. Couldn't just a cover by it's book he supposed. He sighed. Well, it was less interesting this way, but that meant it was easier, too, right?
He took a few minutes to walk the front of the gate, regularly peeking over and up at the home in question, as if occassionally questioning if he had the right spot. In truth, he was peeking for any additional security measures that his initial glance didn't give. And then there was that cargo truck... There was something important in there, his intiuition told him... Or, perhaps, it had been just that others had been telling him that. Regardless, getting a peek would be handy.
As he took his couple-minutes round to case the front of the place, another of his today-gathered treasures came to mind. He paused to reach into his pack, withdrawing the Earring [Crucial Item] and giving it a few long sniffs as well. If it's owner was some kind of troublemaker like Guardromon suggested, it could be handy to resognise her scent... Among other reasons.
After accompanying his sniffer with the object and associated smell, he summarily stowed it again, and decided to approach, as casual as usual. He'd gone this far with this same strategy, and nothing called him to change it jut yet. He pressed the doorbell.... Then, pressed it again, almost immediately, looking around for any response.
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Post by Erika on Jul 27, 2019 11:36:22 GMT
Even if it was a rather exhaustive inspection of the outsides of the house, Gazimon would not really find anything else of interest. It really did not seem like there was any type of fancy security measure or anything of the sort. Could it mean that the leader of Los Amigos del Ocio was too strong to be worried about that, or maybe the security system worked differently? No security guards, no cameras, no electric fence. Just a normal house. It made sense the hare was wondering if this was the right place. Maybe the ‘fun’ was inside?
From where he was standing, the truck did not seem to have anything of interest, except maybe for the fact that it was issuing some type of roaring sound. Was the motor running? In this case, it was likely Gazimon would be able to inspect it a whole lot better once he was inside the house and could see it from up close.
Having that scent well-identified, Gazimon had moved forward to discover if the real ‘party’ was going to start once he met the boss or entered their house. From where he was standing, he could hear the doorbell ring once inside the house. And again, once he pressed it again. Immediately, he would notice there was something happening, immediately after he touched the button for the first time. Something was coming! From the house? Nope. The silver-pelted digimon could actually feel how the exact same scent of the earring was approximating at high speed from the bushes at the eastern side of the road. There was something hiding around there all along!?
Not even two seconds later, a figure popped out of the thicket, crossing the road and going towards Gazimon at high speed! Of course, thanks to ‘smelling’ this being coming from before, the hare had not been taken by surprise, and he had enough time to dodge whoever this was! But… would he? The figure did not seem to be trying to hurt him. In fact, judging by how it moved, it seemed like it wanted to take him out of the way. But... of what?
With the very little amount of time he had to react, he only would be able to tell this figure belonged to a human. Any further detail could not be decried right now.
Would Gazimon dodge the figure incoming, or would he let himself be carried by his ambusher?
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