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Post by Desmond Edmund on Jun 26, 2019 21:15:13 GMT
It was just as the sun has set and Desmond with his partner, the DemiMeramon, was about to go back home. It was a long day of traveling around trying to chase that blue dot on his Digivice's screen. However, it did stop beeping about an hour ago so the duo just decided to not care about it for the rest of the day. Sitting on a bench waiting for the Trailmon to come, Demi was eating a large chocolate bar while his tamer was messing around with his cellphone. For some reasons, it seemed that it was taking longer than usual for the Trailmon to arrive at the Terminal but it wasn't like he could do anything about it. So they just patiently waited for a bit longer. As always, it was quite calm at this hour of the day.
And then, Desmond heard a beeping noise. A very familiar one. The blond tamer placed his cellphone on the bench next to him and took out the little green device. The blue dot was now back pointing toward the doors of the terminal. The human didn't really want to follow it though, they did that all day long without seeing anything out of the ordinary. The beeping noise was a bit annoying though. Demi kept on munching the chocolate and then turn around to look at the Digivice as well. "It's beeping again." He said with a mouthful of chocolate. "I know, Demi." Desmond didn't seem very happy about it though. "Are we going to follow it?"
The Frenchman turned his head to look at the fireball. "Not sure, do you want to?" Demi nodded and smiled. "I guess, we can take a quick look outside." And with that said, Desmond took his cellphone and put it into his pocket and held the Digivice in his left hand. "Finish your bar first..." As he said that, the chocolate bar was already gone and Demi has melted chocolate all around his big smiley face. "It's gone!" He shouted in joy. The tamer would crouch down and take out a small napkin to wipe Demi's mouth before carefully folding it in two and putting it in a trash bin nearby. "Alright, ready to go?" The Digimon nodded up and down rapidly. "Yes!"
Desmond and Demi began making their way to the exit with the human looking at his Digivice. The dot was pointing in front of them so they should be in the right way. The dot was quite far from the center though, that could mean that there would have to walk for a bit longer than planned. The tamer sighed, he was getting tired. However, his partner didn't seem to be one bit tired at all. He was all smile with floating next to him. As they reached the doors, Desmond gently pulled one open to let Demi go through and then exit the terminal as well.
It was already night time by now. There were few lamp posts giving them some much-appreciated light. As soon as Desmond looked forward, he could see a silhouette coming toward them. He didn't really pay much attention to it, the city was still a city after all. Digimon comes and goes here all the time. "Desmond?" The human looked down at the fireball. "Huh?" Demi would point to the Digimon that was getting closer. He lowered his left hand that was holding his Digivice and squinted his eyes to see better. "It must be just passing by."
"Can we help you?" Demi then said out loud making Desmond sigh, Demi always been very curious.
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Post by Gazimon on Jun 26, 2019 22:23:29 GMT
Another slow evening. Just how long had he been camping out in front of the station waiting for some fat-faced human kid to meander off the rails, bright eyed and looking for adventure? The mammal digimon raised a forelimb, scratching at the long gray stalk of one of his ears. This had seemed to him like such a cake-take; watch for arrivals from the other world, turn their better nature to his advantage, and see just how many bits and bobbins he could siphon from them before they got wise. For whatever reason, humans seemed to be synonymous with some of the digital world's more mysterious tech--the gradual increase of inter-dimensional expatriates was an as of yet untapped boom. He was starting to wonder if there was a good reason some of his fellow honest-underworlders hadn't set up shop on Terminal street, though. He hadn't been able to net a single fish the day over, let alone trawl out the returns he'd projected making off this scheme.
Gazimon sighed as he watched the lamps lining the street flicker to life, bathing the street out in front of the Trailmon Terminal in a quiet glow. Those glittering bulwarks against the night did their best to dispel the onset of the cool, pooling shadow coming to dominate the organized chaos of Terminus' utilitarian streets, providing a sense of comfort to the slowly thinning but ever present trickle of pedestrians that the Gazimon knew better than to share. If he'd had anything particularly worth filching, he would have been doubly on guard.
The activation of those flickering night-lights signaled an inconspicuous switch being thrown, loosing a particular breed of digimon at odds with the glaring light of day out into the city proper... Bit-hungry viruses and misappropriated data looking to expand their stores. That was to say, it was approaching prime business hours for monsters like Gazimon, and he could practically feel the change in atmosphere that the lengthening shadows brought. And here he'd been lazing around in front of a train station all day, hoping for an easy break, and with not a bite or a bit to show for it. Grumbling to himself, he straightened to his full (not particularly significant) height and stretched. Well, this line of work was always feast or famine. Maybe another time... For now, he couldn't afford to fall behind.
It was at this cusp of surrender, his mind already turning to more honest dishonest-endeavors, that he heard it. A distinctly shrill beeping rising over the tired sussurus of the thinning foot traffic, a digital alarm that called to the amateur technophile like the soprano call of a Sirenmon. Keen red eyes swept the area quickly, before settling on the distinct bipedal figure of a human being, clasping before him the recognisable shape of a digivice.
If Gazimon believed in easy things like fate, he might have been inclined to believe that was just what this was. The dagger-sharp glint of a thin grin split his muzzle, before he composed it into a more friendly front.
"Evenin', fellas," He said with the casual amicability of a practised cheat, meandering closer. The shade of the deepening night cast his small form into a loose silhouette, long shadows clinging about his features from the soft glare of the nearby lamps, which he seemed to skirt stepping directly under... Although his eyes, large and red, easily caught their light, reflecting it as they flick from device, to the man's face, and finally to that of the DemiMeramon that he was quick to identify as the fellow's partner, each motion trying to suss out what details he could from each. "Actually, I was wonderin' the same! Couldn't help but notice your little gizmo there bleepin' away like nothin' else. Wondered if you fine folks might be havin' some problem or other."
He drew nearer, his features composing more clearly to the man and his monster, expression earnest and cordial, and his eyes glinting with near-feral intelligence. "Somethin' I might be able to help with?"
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Post by Desmond Edmund on Jun 26, 2019 23:24:14 GMT
Demi looked at the newcomer with a confused look at first. He didn't know that a lot of Digimon knew what a Digivice is. Desmond, on the other hand, knew that from previous encounters. He knew that some Digimon wanted one to get stronger but he doubted that it was as easy to just have a Digivice without a tamer for it to work. Desmond was about to say something when Demi shouted out loud. "Hi! I'm Demi! I'm a Digimon!" He smiled broadly at the Gazimon and placed himself between him and the human. "Do you have a name?" He then asked with puppy eyes. The DemiMeramon wasn't very knowledgeable about the names of the very huge amount of Digimon. He was very curious though. "This is Desmond! He's not a Digimon!"
Desmond sighed and rolled his eyes. "Don't shout, Demi." He simply told him with a fatherly voice. "Sorry, he gets excited easily." Demi threw his arms into the air upon hearing that like it was a compliment. "Desmond, Desmond Edmund." And he paused to bow a little bit. "I'm human, but you might know that already." It was common knowledge that there were more and more humans coming into the digital world for a reason he had no clue about. The curious thing was that they all came from Shibuya as well. "It is nice to meet you." He then said before waving his right hand. "His Digivice is beeping!"
"Yeah, that beeping noise is from my Digivice..." The blond tamer had no reason to not trust the Gazimon and kind of wished that it would stop beeping by now. "I wish I could tell you why, but I'm not entirely sure how it works." Sometimes it led him to other tamers, sometimes to a wild Digimon. There was no real indication of what it would point at. The only way to figure that out was to follow the blue dot, something that he almost always did. Desmond looked at the little device once more and lifted it to eye level. The blue dot was slightly on the upper right side of the screen. That thing also didn't tell distance, which was very bothersome.
"We don't want to bother you." Desmond then said as he lowered his hand. However, any help would be welcome but he really didn't want to give another person, or Digimon, any trouble. Demi began tugging the tamer's pants. "Huh?" The fireball would motion him to get closer and then whisper. "Maybe he knows the way." It was highly unlikely that the Gazimon knew exactly where they were heading but he certainly knew more than them about how the city is mapped. Desmond took a second to think knowing that it was kind of awkward whispering to his partner while the Gazimon was just standing there. "Alright, we'll ask him to..."
"Hi! We are going that way!" Demi shouted while pointing at a random direction. "No, we're not, Demi..." Desmond sighed and showed the green Digivice to Gazimon. "We are going this way. How far I don't know." He said while tapping on the screen. "We could use your help if you don't mind. We are not exactly familiar with this city." He was going to be honest about it. "Perhaps you could show us the best way around the city?"
"I don't have much to give... I can buy you a meal if you want to though, I got plenty of bits for that."
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Post by Gazimon on Jun 27, 2019 2:46:51 GMT
Gazimon gave the unsuspecting pair a patient smile, allowing each to take a moment to size him up, his ears standing in attentive anticipation for the next move in this oldest of games. When it finally came, he winced and shrunk back slightly in surprise as the diminutive Demi conjured up an introduction that bordered on sonic attack. Still, it'd take more than that to put him off balance, especially as opportunity materialized in front of his eyes, and he counterattacked amiably after each of the pair had a moment to introduce themselves.
"Name's Gazimon, pleased to meet'cha! I'm a digimon myself--but that much might be obvious," The edge of one of his lips turned up and he gave the pair a playful wink. "Demi and Desmond Edmund, eh? Some alliteration you got goin' there, heh." All the while, he was shifting his focus between the two partners, his gaze regularly falling on the peculiar--and probably precious--beeping device in question. Gazimon knew precious little of these things himself, but it seemed that most humans that came to the digital world acquired one, some way or another... And that they were somehow important. Other than that, there were just a handful of rumours the virus had heard regarding them, each more unlikely than the last... But that made it all the more tantalizing. If one could find the right buyer, or even unravel some of the mystery behind the unassuming little artifacts themselves...
He made sure to keep his jaw shut like a trap, lest he started to salivate at the imaginary figures circulating in his head.
Gazimon prepared to reply to Desmond's good-natured attempt to avoid troubling him, when his digimon partner seemed to tug him aside. His ears perked and subtly twitched, like a pair of particularly fluffy electromagnetic antennae being fidgeted to tune into a frequency just at the edge of his range, though he couldn't quite pick up on the brief exchange. When finally he was addressed again, he replied, his enthusiasm now quite genuine, "Hey, it's no trouble at all, big guy! I've lived here, or, well, close enough anyway practically my whole life. Know the ins and outs of most'a these streets, so I'd be happy to lend ya a guidin' claw."
His eyes widened as the little device was raised closer to his face, that bright blue blip reflecting like some distant navigator's star on the surface of his eyes. The digimon hesitated a moment, as if fearing to blink or glance away might make the sight disappear, before turning his head to glance back over his shoulder, roughly determining the way it appeared to be pointing. There was no doubt it was pointing Desmond and Devi off into the heart of Terminus city, but it was impossible to suss out more than that. Still, he gave a slow nod, his easy smile spreading wider still.
"Think it might be easier for me to guide you guys if I hold onto the thing?" His voice came, casual, helpful. His clawed approximation of a hand slowly lifted towards Desmond. Easy, careful. If he played it right, he could hold onto it under the guise of aiding them. Guide the unwitting duo deeper into the city, and then vanish off a side alley with the device still in hand. He wasn't lying when he said he knew the streets, and he knew the substreets and tunnels and drainways below, too. How easy it would be to slip off into the night...
Of course, this would depend on the human's response to this offer. Even if he would not trust him that easily, there were other ways. Sub-plans and contingencies started to branch out in his mind, that familiar and addictive rush-and-buzz of a plan starting to cascade into reality making the little monster stand up a bit taller. It was almost enough to make him laugh.
Instead, someone else did. "Sorry!" They said as they continued on their way.
It was a bump and a brush, the kind of impromptu person-to-person collision that could happen in a space in which a myriad of figures were all distractedly heading off on their own path. Gazimon immediately knew it was something more. A small humanoid figure had tumbled into Desmond and had recovered, just like that. Neither a challenge nor a proper apology--the usual natural digimon reactions to this kind of accident. It was intentional.
Gazimon's eyes widened and his mouth hung open for a solitary beat, a certain comedic dread spreading over his features before he suddenly turned, his eyes darting about in search of a familiar-looking shadow.
Desmond, too, would likely very quickly realise the same thing; his digivice was gone!
Suddenly, Gazimon took off, not bothering to keep his upright posture and quickly dropping to all fours, propelling himself quickly forward in the loose direction he had gathered the other digimon had made for--down the street, staying just out of the shine of the street lights. He found his voice rising in a call he'd heard plenty of times before, but rarely from his own lips, "Thief!! You been had, pal! That guy swiped it!"
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Post by Desmond Edmund on Jun 27, 2019 4:04:05 GMT
"Hi, Gazimon!" Demi would shout as if they had a hard time hearing him. Desmond stayed calm as he was pretty used to his partner loud voice but he did roll his eyes. "I used to call him by his full name, DemiMeramon. We decided that just calling him Demi was easier." He looked down at the Digimon who smiled back at him. "Right, Demi?" Again, the fireball threw his arms into the air but this time, he went to hug his leg. "Yes!" This made the tamer smile and laugh a bit. However, the beeping noise was getting a bit on his nerves. It not that it was getting louder or anything, it was pretty constant. Looking at it once more before lowered his hand, the human turned his attention back to Gazimon. "It would be very nice of you to give us a hand... I mean claw." He wasn't sure which term he should use.
When he proposed him to hold the Digivice, Desmond stood still and silent. On one hand, it would make it easier for the three of them if Gazimon would hold it. On the other hand, he really didn't want to let go of it. While he had no doubts that he would give it back to him, there was a little something that made him shake his head. "What's wrong, Desmond?" Demi asked upon seeing his tamer shake his head. "I... I think I prefer to hold it." And he paused to think. "No offense, I just... Prefer to hold it myself." He really hoped that Gazimon wouldn't be mad at him refusing to lend him the device. "Here, I'll show it to you once more." And he crouched down to extend his left arm with a finger right next to the blue dot. "So it would be... That way I guess." He let Gazimon take a good look at it before standing up.
And then something bumped him but apologized as quickly as it disappeared. The blond tamer barely felt it so he didn't bother over it. Demi looked at the small Digimon that left seemingly in a hurry and kept his eyes on him by curiosity. Desmond was about to say something as he placed both hands in his pockets. It was then that he realized something. Well, two things. First, the beeping was gone. Second, his Digivice was also gone. The human immediately looked at the ground around him to see if he dropped it or not. His heart began beating after, losing his Digivice would be one of the worse things it could happen right now. He swore in French before looking at Demi who was now pointing at the direction where the shady Digimon went.
After hearing Gazimon confirm that he did get his Digivice stolen, Desmond froze for a second. He swore once more in French before picking up Demi and start running at the direction he was pointing at. "Hey! Come back here!" However, the thief didn't go in a straight line, he wasn't an amateur. He knew exactly where the corners were, where to turn, where to wait and of course, where to hide. The shady thief was chuckling at how easy it was. And the best part was that he managed to steal it in front of his old rival, the Gazimon. The only thing that bothered him was the constant beeping. Luckily for him. he had a small satchel which he used to muffle the sound. the Digimon waited in his favorite hiding place knowing that the poor human would never find him here.
After only a few seconds of running in a straight line, Desmond came back running in the other direction hoping that maybe, just maybe he would be able to find his Digivice. unfortunately, he didn't find any trace of it. Demi and he was looking around them but was now pretty certain and also very mad that he might have lost it for good. As he sprinted back to where he got bumped earlier, the blond tamer saw that Gazimon was still there. "Hey! I hate to bother you more but could you please help me find my Digivice?" He said while trying to catch his breath. "It's very important that I find it as quick as possible."
"Please, I really, really need it."
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Post by Gazimon on Jun 27, 2019 6:56:16 GMT
"Guess the whole thing is a bituva mouthful," Gazimon agreed at Desmond's brief explanation as to his partner's nickname, leaning subtly (but still noticeably) back away from the clamorous in-training, his ears lowering defensively. He watched their ongoing exchange with a wary curiosity. He'd rarely experienced the interaction between humans and the digimon that, for whatever reason, seemed to become attached to them, so the dynamic was perhaps worth some study. They seemed to get along, but what the noisy fireball and the lanky biped had in common was a mystery. "Yeah, yeah, sure."
That reaction would have been a minor setback if a much more major setback hadn't suddenly blindsided all three of them. Instead, Gazimon was left fuming and bristling, albeit for reasons not precisely aligned with his otherworldly acquaintance. He had recognised that laugh and that silhouette that had so quickly receded into the dim light of the darkening night. That ever-grinning visage that nearly made the Gazimon snarl out loud at the thought of it. He had no doubt the cocky little punk was laughing at him right now...
Unlike the panicked human, though, who Gazimon watched rush off blindly ahead of him in the general direction of the pickpocket, he had the benefit of experience, both with the perpetrator and the city itself. He quickly stopped rather than blindly pursue, running his tongue over increasingly dry lips as he went taut, and slowly drew his eyes over the nearby area, seeing not the building and streets just before him but imagining the larger picture. The turns of the streets, the likely blinds and bends, the network of alleys and tunnels that could provide a fugitive a likely haven to lay low... At the very least, it was unlikely his new quarry would make direct for the Tenebrous tunnels, especially if this was his first swipe of the evening. He'd probably lay low for a bit, then look for another unsuspecting sap with something shiny enough to catch his attention.
Slowly, his anxious shock was replaced by a cool determination. He could still make something out of this. Might be more difficult to pin this new mark down, but it wasn't impossible. All he had to do--
He blinked and gave a small yelp of surprise as he nearly ran face-first into the tall form of the tamer from earlier, who had bustled back onto the scene, panting and looking a bit worse for wear. The rookie gawked as he, of all the monsters in this digital world, was called upon to help hunt down the culprit. It was nearly enough to make him laugh.
In fact, he couldn't quite help but chuckle... But he was quick to hide it with a cough. It would have been an easy thing to split now, leave the man high and dry like he'd planned to in the first place and make his own gambit, cornering the thief. But cornering someone more nimble than yourself, by yourself, was a trick, and not one he had full confidence in. No, no, this could work...
"Whoa, heh, easy there big guy. Sure, I'll help ya get your thing back," He agreed quickly, ever the good Samaritan. "Listen, that guy--Dracmon, yeah? I know him. Known thief in these parts, real piece'a work... But not necessarily the smartest tool in the shed." He carried on, seemingly oblivious to the mixed expressions. "He's probably layin' low yeah, waitin' for you to give up looking for him before looking for someone else to rip off. Well, if you're lucky. If not, he's already headin' back to MalMarket, and if it hits Tenebrous you'll be lucky to get it back without pawning an arm and a leg--literally."
"You can keep up, right? C'mon, I might have an idea where he gone to ground."
Before allowing the Desmond or his digimon proper time to reply, the mammal was off on all fours, scurrying along suddenly in a quadrupedal configuration. He quickly made his way part way down the street before half-skidding to a stop on a turn down a narrow and shaded opening between some piping and the adjacent structure. He turned to give a red eyed leer back towards his unexpected companions for this impromptu hunting party, before taking off down the much narrower passage.
"So, ey, why's this thing so important to you anyway?" He raised his voice a bit to call the short distance back. Judging by the way Desmond spoke before, he'd been on the money about how precious that little piece of tech was. "What I gathered, most'a you humans poppin' into our world got one right? Guessin' there must be more to it than just lookin' cute on a belt or pack, and makin' annoying sounds at inconvenient times, yeah?"
He stopped, suddenly, perhaps risking Desmond tripping over him in the dark of the alley, suddenly stooping low to sniff audibly around at the comparatively ill-maintained back-way. He grinned abruptly, maliciously in the low light; Dracmon had definitely come this way, proving his initial guesswork almost certainly true. "Yeah, yeah! Definitely came this way." He proceeded with his nose to the floor for a few more steps before suddenly taking off at speed again, scrambling, claw-clacking, around another corner leading out onto a more open street.
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Post by Desmond Edmund on Jul 12, 2019 4:39:25 GMT
Hiding very comfortably in his favorite spot, the Dracmon was very happy that it was so easy to escape the silly human. One thing he would have liked was to have this stupid device stop beeping. He wasn't exactly sure why it was so precious but did hear that some Digimon would pay a high price for one of those. He could try to unlock the Digivice potential for himself, he did think of that but then, he could be very rich very quickly. His red and green eyes had malice in them. After making sure that there were no other sounds coming nearby, the mischievous slowly opened his satchel to take a good look at his freshly stolen possession. The green device was still beeping and the blue dot was pointing north of where he was. If he weren't that greedy, he would have to take a look at that direction but he knew that he need to stay low for now. So he just placed the Digivice back into the satchel and hide in the little hiding place in the shadows.
Desmond was panicking right now. While he didn't know what his Digivice could do in the wrong hands, he was certain that it wasn't going to be something good. If they can find a way to make them Digivolve, then it would be his fault if they happen to be the evil kind of Digimon. Demi didn't really understand the situation but he did feel that he should be on his toes as well. Not that he has toes anyway. The DemiMeramon was in his tamer's arms and looking all around him to try to find that Digivice. The blond tamer was trying to catch his breath, he was not in good physical shape lately.
Fortunately, it seemed that Gazimon knew whoever that took his Digivice. According to him, it was a Dracmon that took it. He wasn't going to question how he got that information, he could ask that later. The Frenchman looked at the gray Digimon and nodded. "Yeah, I can keep up." He said between two breaths. His legs were already hurting him. "I'll follow..." And the Gazimon was already gone running prompting Desmond to sigh before running after him. It didn't take that long for them to slow down a bit, something that the blond tamer was very thankful of.
Upon being asked why it was so important to him, Desmond took a deep breath before answering. "It's... Complicated." He admitted. "That device can show me where to go next but it can also make my partner more powerful. I don't know exactly how that works... But I'm afraid that Dracmon might know about it." He paused for a second and slowed his walking pace. "If he finds a way to make him more powerful, then it could end up badly. Or worse, if he finds a way to make other Digimon stronger... That would be extremely bad for any of us." As they all stopped moving, the human and his partner looked at each other. He was about to ask if it was over and that it was lost for good but Gazimon then said that they were on the right track. And then he was back to running making Desmond sigh before going after him.
Meanwhile, Dracmon was about ready to get out of his spot and go someplace where he could sell the Digivice. He took a final look around him and slowly got out of the shadows. It didn't take long for him to hear something getting closer. It was the human steps that he could hear. He could go back into his hiding spot but decided that he should just run away for a bit. He held the satchel close to him as he began going to Tenebrous. He knew that they would never be able to find him there. The thief chuckled before going out and then he saw a familiar shadow. It only took him half a second to realize that it was his old rival, the Gazimon.
Now, he had two choices, to run to Tenebrous or take care of that Gazimon for good. Both options were tempting. He saw that the human only had a DemiMeramon, a Digimon with close to no fighting potential at all. It could get funny, using the Digivice on himself and delete that pesky Gazimon for good. Yes, that was what he was going to do. The Dracmon got out of hiding and waited for the trio to come to him. He was standing right there, in the open and in the middle of the alley with a grin on his face.
"Well, well! What do we have here?" He began to speak in his nasal voice. "Hello there, dear Gazimon. Long time no see!" He said before shoving his hand into the satchel and take out the beeping device. "Looking for this?" He then asked before laughing. "Hey! Give it back to me!" Desmond shouted upon seeing his Digivce. "Oh shut up you human. You should have been more careful!" And he laughed sinisterly. "Well, guess what? If you want it, you are going to go through me... In my greatest form!" The mischievous began pressing on the buttons on the Digivice but nothing happened. "Wait, what?" That was not on his plans. "Arg! Fine! I can beat you without it!" He placed the Digivice back into the bag and securely attached it to himself.
"Wait!" The blond tamer quickly shouted. "I do not want to fight you. If you want bits, I got plenty. Just give it back to me." To this, the Dracmon shook his head. "Silly human. I can get much more than just bits for that. You have no idea how rich I can be by selling that little thing." Demi floated down from his tamer's arms and got ready to battle. "Hey! Give it back!" It was almost funny seeing how small he looked. "What are you going to do? Bite me? Just go away before I delete you."
"Now, Gazimon... Are we going to fight or are you going to run away like the coward that you are?"
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Post by Gazimon on Jul 12, 2019 20:13:54 GMT
Gazimon's ears twitched as they took in the newly provided information about the Digivice and it's function. It seemed that some of the general street-rumours were correct; there was always buzz, probably first and foremost, about how they acted as an evolution aid of some sort, going to explain just how it was that tamer-partnered digimon seemed to follow an enhanced evolution timeline, with some more fanciful commentary on attaining otherwise unattainable forms and the like. That possibility alone would be enticing to almost any digital monster, including those with the bits to throw away on such an ill-understood venture.
The tension in the little grey-furred monster was ratcheted up at the thought of that imbecile Dracmon making off with such a fine prize, further cementing his conviction at catching him before he had the chance... And thus solidify this untimely alliance. A sudden injection of cold anxiety accompanied Desmond's explanation, though; could Dracmon really boost himself using it before they found him? "H-Hey, could he really--"
His question was abruptly cut short by the abrupt center-stage entrance of the evening's bit-villain, opting not to attempt to ambush them from the shadows... But standing proudly, barring their path to loudly deliver his monologue. Well, this was definitely the Dracmon he knew; a real Myotismon in the making... And judging by his delivery, maybe one this very moment. Gazimon tensed and bared his teeth in his fiercest snarl, the red glint of his eyes trained on Dracmon as he fiddled with the device towards his nefarious end... Terrifying, abrupt evolution into a form the rookie knew he couldn't take!
... Or, not. Gazimon blinked. And then gawked.
And then came the laughter, a full, rolling sound that started like the shaky ignition of an old beatup diesel engine, only to roar into full snarling, bitter cackling as the mammal digimon, still roughly on all fours, slumped down and smacked the dirty, ill-mainted pavement with one of his fore-claws. "Aha, hahahaha! W-What're you tryin'a do, Draxy, you tryin'a kill me with laughter, that it? Good one, hoohoohoo..."
The laughter was legitimate. It had been a long time, well, maybe a week since Gazimon had seen someone make a mega-level fool of themself like that. But, it served his end well, too, so he really threw his own modicum of acting skill behind it, laughing for perhaps a half minute more than was really warranted... Digging, he hoped, deep at the Dracmon's ego that he had so eagerly exposed by opting to make a dramatic show, rather than blindsiding them or making a quiet get-away. Finally, he snorted, abruptly terminating his laughter, "Tch, c'mon, pal. Don't'cha think you're in over your head, here?" He carefully twisted the hook deeper, working to ensure his fellow virus would really commit to conflict rather than try to outrun them--and lose face in so doing. "You're a two-bit cutpurse, how you even gonnah fence somethin' that hot? You'll probably drop the thing in the tunnels on the way back."
"F-Fight?" Gazimon blinked, saucer-eyed and incredulous. "C'mon, cous, I ain't gonna fight you, gee." He sighed, his shoulders slumping slightly as he looked over and up towards the hapless human caught in this tiny Tenebrous tug-of-war. "He seems serious. I said I'd lead ya after him, but I ain't gonnah fight for you. Real sorry pa-Ralyze Breath!" Abruptly the switch was thrown in the opposite direction, and his head snapped back in the direction of his now adversary in time to admit a dense, crackling vapour zeroed in on him, rapidly expanding into the narrow breadth of the alleyway where the other digimon was standing.
Paralyze Breath: 1 post attack-paralysis on contact with cloud. 3 post immunity to being reparalyzed. Cloud lingers an additional 1 post in confined spaces potentially acting as a smoke screen. Cooldown: 1 post.
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Post by Desmond Edmund on Jul 13, 2019 2:02:25 GMT
The Paralyze Breath attack would have worked against most Digimon especially as a surprise. However, Dracmon isn't one of them. Years of running around and getting away made him quite quick on his feet. The mischievous Digimon hopped on one side, kicked the wall and landed a few feet away from the dense cloud just enough for it to not touch him. He then began moving backward with his hands behind his head. "Phew!" He said in a very exaggerated voice. "I thought I was going to get deleted just now." He whistled for a second while still slowly backing up. "I was sure that you were going to run away there, lil' Gaz." And he stopped moving and winked at the gray Digimon. "So happy that you decided to stay and play with me!"
Desmond decided to play safe and stay a bit further away from this fight. The blond tamer knew that his small partner had no chance against that Dracmon. He would have to get that Digivice if they even want to have a chance of winning. Demi was still trying to look angry as long as he could before feeling the human pick him up. The DemiMeramon looked up at his tamer a bit confused. "Sorry, Demi. We are going to have to rely on Gazimon to win this one." He didn't like saying those words because he really didn't like having someone that they just met to fight for him. The Gazimon seemed like such a good Digimon to be willing to help them.
"Oh, hey!" The Dracmon crouched down and touched the ground underneath him with both hands. "Look at me! I'm Gazimon and I'm slow and fat and stupid!" He then busted in laughter as he straightening up and clap at his own joke. "If you want to play dirty, here I come!" The thief jumped forward, rolled for a second and landed on his feet before taunting the Gazimon. "Let's dance!" The Dracmon stuck out his tongue while rolling back a few feet away.
As soon as his legs touched the ground, his red eye lit up and a grin appeared on his face. "Hey! Catch!" The mischievous Digimon crossed his arm and with a swift movement, threw two syringes toward the Gazimon. "Demi Dart!" However, he didn't expect those two syringes to hit. It was barely just him trying to make fun at the Gazimon and also seeing how fast he could react. "Come at me!" The Dracmon would jump back and spin on himself for a half second and then throw two more syringes at his old rival. Those two were a bit faster and the goal was for those to connect.
"Here! Take some more!"
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Post by Gazimon on Jul 13, 2019 10:04:56 GMT
The mammalian monster gave an irritated snort as Dracmon danced just out of reach of the paralytic cloud, baring teeth as he snapped out, "Time enough for that, Draxy, night's still young!" Well, so much for ending things before they began. This developing back-alley scuffle was to be on relatively even footing, maybe even favouring his rival given that it was practically his backyard, leaving Gazimon with a rapidly developing sinking sensation. Well, he was at his sharpest when he was at risk of drowning... Or so he told himself by necessity. Maybe it was more that he simply struggled his hardest then. "Huh, funny comin' from a half-baked foot-pad like yourself," he taunted back, running his tongue over his teeth, sparing only a quick glance back towards Desmond to confirm what he'd already figured... There'd be no assistance from that quarter. Typical.
Well, he'd just have to work harder for his prize!
He quietly bore the Dracmon's child-like taunts, his heckles rising with the low snarl of his own more animalistic threat display, letting the tension build to the inevitable counter-beat. It came with the call of 'demi dart!', his fellow Tenebrous virus demonstrating his own intent to harm--and that, more than the small humanoid's jeers, was a proper invitation to dance. Gazimon quickly shifted aside, pressing forward in a brief bound and allowing the first darts to slide harmlessly passed. The next two were even more haphazardly delivered, despite the little demon's more serious intentions, as the Gazimon had used the gap between the ineffectual volleys to slip into the lingering haze of his initial attack.
A sudden, awkward beat of silence passed as Gazimon seemed intent on disrupting the tempo of the fight before it could really develop, only the vaguest silhouette of his roughly bipedal form visible to either Dracmon or the onlooking tamer and his partner. Then, just as the roiling, sparking murk began to dissipate, he struck, lunging at full force towards Dracmon, claws and fangs bared. His motion was quick if not exactly graceful, an abrupt and shallow slash with one of his fore-claws, trying to sweep the other digimon's legs with the vicious things, accompanied by an announcement of, "Gash!"
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Post by Desmond Edmund on Jul 14, 2019 2:43:16 GMT
Seeing that his Demi Dart attack didn't work at all, the Dracmon tried to move away from the Gazimon but he wasn't fast enough. However, he managed to bend his body on a very strange position and got cut on his stomach instead of his feet. Only get a very shallow cut on it though. It felt like having a papercut but it wasn't going to stop him. Rolling backward a few times, the mischievous would stop dramatically on his two hands. His head, now upside down looked up at his stomach and saw that little red line on it. "Oh my, oh my!" He began speaking in his nasal voice. Shifting his weight on one simple hand, he stayed in that position for a second, most likely to either show how nimble he was or just wasting time Gazimon's time. "You know, you shouldn't do that, Gaz." He said as he went back to a standing position. "What am I going to do with you? You really should just leave, you know?"
The Dracmon made a sinister laugh before touching the satchel he had around his body. He opened it briefly to look inside. The green Digivice was still there and beeping. After a heavy sigh, the Digimon slowly put the bag down behind him, even taking time to fold it to make it look nice. "Boy, that beeping is annoying." He spoke before turning around and wink at his rival. "Almost as annoying as you!" Touching the cut on his stomach he began shaking his head slowly. "You know, that was rude of you, very rude. You should be ashamed." It was easy to see that he loves to talk. He sighed dramatically and crossed his arms with an evil glint in his green eye. "Maybe you need something..." And he quickly shot two more needles at Gazimon while extending both hands with those eyes in his palms staring at him. "Like this! Demi Dart!"
It was clear that he was trying to avoid having his rival get too close to him. He knew that Gazimon might be stronger than him, but he might be slightly less nimble. However, he did not like having the human and his partner looking at them. It was a private showing after all. Just a dance between two rivals. His red eye twitched to glare at Desmond and Demi who felt the air getting colder around them. Desmond shivered and Demi made himself smaller. The human really hated himself having his Digivice stolen like that. unfortunately, there was nothing he could do without the device.
The mischievous Digimon then took a chance. He jumped at the wall, kicked it and landed on a trashcan that used to be part of his secret hideout. "Hey, lil' Gaz." He said his name before licking his lips. "Here! Catch!" As soon as he said that, he jumped an inch back and gave the trashcan a good kick in midair. The trashcan didn't really fly very far but the nauseous smell of its content was well nauseous. "You can have all you want from that! I'm keeping the Digivice." Dracmon stuck out his tongue again as he slowly made some sideways steps to keep an eye on his virus rival.
"Besides, what are you going to do with it? Sell it?" The Digimon paused to look at Desmond who for a second seemed confused. "Oh. Don't tell me that he doesn't know that you are a thief as well?" The tamer slowly turned his head to look at Gazimon. "You're wrong, he's helping me. Don't try to make him the bad guy." The blond human said with conviction after switching his attention back to the Dracmon who sighed heavily. "Humans, so pathetic."
"Oh well. I guess I'll go on with this silly fight. Come on lil' Gaz. Come and dance with me!" He lifted his hands to the sky and waited for the right moment to take a slash at him if Gazimon would go closer to strike.
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Post by Gazimon on Jul 14, 2019 22:52:41 GMT
Gazimon half-grumbled, half-growled as Dracmon managed to fudge his actual target through his usual quick contortionist routine. "This a fight or a big-top show?" He pauses briefly to inspect the damage while Dracmon seems to take the same stock... Well, at least he'd managed to do some damage, even if it wouldn't slow the little loudmouth down quite as much. A hundred smaller cuts could do the work one telling gash could do, and if he couldn't land a clean hit he was willing to go for just as many dirty hits.
Though maybe he wouldn't have to go through so much effort... After all, his real goal wasn't to stomp the Dracmon's dumb, grinning face into the floor, as satisfying as that would be. A real working-monster had to keep his eyes on the prize. Well, figuratively, considering that it was currently stuffed away in that satchel well out of sight. "You sure talk a lot. You get paid by the word or you just like the sound?" His eyes lingered on the nondescript little pouch carrying the prize he and his adversary and most especially the human and partner were after, only snapping wide and towards Dracmon's hands as he suddenly flourished, sending another pair of needles in his direction. Snarling, he gave a strong swipe of his claws, smashing the projectiles en-route, although the sharp fragments continued, leaving a series of small cuts along his arm, marring his grey fur with blotches and lines of red.
"Just hand the dumb thing over before the next cuts go in your neck," The Gazimon grit his teeth and warned, quite seriously, letting his actual, deepening irritation at the unscrupulous undead digimon fuel his attempts at intimidation. Of course, he was mostly answered by the sight of a trashcan being sent, quite ineffectually, in his direction. Well, he could work with that. As his childlike foe was briefly engaged in an exchange with his victim, Gazimon ducked down behind the strewn-out waste receptacle, lowering himself into a starting-line posture... Which, given the relative proportions of his limbs, looked more than a little bit awkward. He didn't linger long like this, though, hooking the length of his claws beneath the bin...
Then hastily and abruptly pushing off, slamming against the can and angling it up to bounce into the air, aimed for the diminutive demon--sending it tumbling through the air towards him with significantly more force than it was knocked over with. "Naw, I'll let you have it!" The trashcan thus sent arching towards the garbage, Gazimon carries through with his initial momentum, following close behind it and once more attempting a "Gash!" this time aimed not for the thief himself, but for the strap of his bag if not the satchel itself, banking on the rapidly approaching trashcan distracting the Dracmon from the flash of the claws close behind.
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Post by Desmond Edmund on Jul 15, 2019 5:48:05 GMT
The Dracmon did not expect to have the trashcan flying back at him. The thief Digimon looked at the garbage going toward and just hide his head under his hands to protect himself. Fortunately, the trashcan did not hit him as it landed just an inch on his left. With his eyes closed, the Dracmon couldn't see Gazimon coming at him. However, his rival did not go head first at him, he aimed for the satchel that was behind him on the ground. Gazimon tactic worked. Or it seemed like that but as soon as the gray Digimon's claws touched the precious bag, Dracmon turned around and tried to kick the other Digimon without really aiming at one spot in particular. He would then try to jump on top the of satchel and roll away with it before doing a cartwheel to the right.
The mischevious Digimon looked at his hands and did saw the satchel, well half of it but the green Digivice was still in there. The other half was in Gazimon's claws. "Phew!" A hint of concern could be seen on the Dracmon's face. "You also got me there, lil' Gaz." He then said much calmer and confident. "And you say you wanted a fight! That's no fight, that robbery." It was ironic that he used that word when he was the one that stole it in the first place. "Where's your code of honor?" He then asked while acting very dramatically with wide arms movements. "Oh right. You're a thief, you have no honor at all!" And he began laughing but his hands were very tightly holding on whatever remained of the satchel. However, the Digivice fell out of the bag and panic painted his expression. His small hands went in all direction trying to catch it and managed to do so but it was kind of comical him trying to catch the little device.
"Oh my! Oh my!" The Dracmon began smiling once more as he threw the satchel's half behind him. "Let see what it can do!" This time, he gripped the Digivice with both hands and began pressing on every button. He would do so for a second before sighing. Nothing happened, the blue dot was there and the beeping as well. "I'm starting to think that it's not worth it." He mumbled but loud enough for all of them to have heard him. "Oh well! Someone wants it and I'll sell it to him!" And he paused to put the hand holding the Digivice behind and the free hand pointed at his rival. "And maybe I could sell him your fur as well!" The Dracmon began laughing again.
"But I'm a good Digimon! I'm a gentleman!" The little Digimon said while winking. "If you back out right now... I'll let you take whatever you want from that human!" Desmond froze for a moment and looked at Gazimon. "Heck, I can even help you do that!" The blond tamer's eyes slowly moved to look at the evil Dracmon and squinted them at him. From his point of view, it was clear that these two knew each other. But now, he was starting to think that maybe, just maybe, Gazimon wasn't here to help him get his Digivice back. He shook his head and then went back to looking at Gazimon. He stood silent for a second. "Gazimon..." That all he said as the Dracmon began laughing again. "Poor human. You have no idea who Gazimon is? And I thought you two were friends!"
Clearing his throat, the Dracmon then began jumping side to side. "Oh, where was I?" He asked to himself. "Oh, right!" He threw the Digivice high into the air above him hoping that Gazimon would look up at it and not see that he lunged forward with his sharps claws ready to deal some hurting. Both eyes on his hands grew larger as the claws got slightly longer. "Let's dance!" He shouted with malice in his voice. His tactic wasn't to just using his claws to slash, the Dracmon also wanted to pin his rival to the ground to then bite him. "Undead Fang!"
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Post by Gazimon on Jul 15, 2019 8:08:42 GMT
The dusty-furred digimon grunted in mottle pain and frustration as he tore through the satchel and, before he could root around for his ill-earned prize, instead received a firm if directionless kick to his face that caused him to briefly recoil. Once the acrobatic miscreant had tumbled away, though, Gazimon was quick to recover, shaking it off through a literal shake of his head, sending his long ears momentarily flopping about as he closed on the half of the sack that the other monster didn't manage to grip. He scattered the remaining contents with a few timely sweeps of his claws, eyes quickly scanning the other less valuable junk that clatters and tumbles to the ground. Nothing beeping--no digivice! All he was left with was a small pile of nothing-useful and the imprint of a Dracmon boot on his cheek for his gambit.
His red glare, unable to locate the little digital artifact, quickly snapped up towards Dracmon again, in time to see him fumbling and nearly dropping the precious piece of tech. He gave an irritated huff through his nose, dangerously close to agreeing with his crooked counterpart--this very nearly was more trouble than it was worth. But, well, he'd already dug himself in this far, if he didn't manage something now it'd be that much more time down the drain, and there was the ever present correlation between time and money to be concerned about. "Hey, if my pelt was worth a bit I'd sell it myself," He assured the Dracmon. "Might be I could turn a profit on your teeth, though. Yeah, I think that smile'a yours'd go over real well down below."
Gazimon himself froze up momentarily as his opponent considered smearing his (already admittedly well-tarnished) name through the mud in front of his new human acquaintance. Well, in the end, he guessed it didn't much matter, as it seemed the tamer was content to sit on the sidelines as the digimon fought, so even if he was having misgivings, it wasn't likely he'd interfere at this rate... Probably. He kept his eyes on his real enemy in any case, choosing to taunt back, "Gentleman, ha, sure Dracmon! And I'm king of the faeries. You want I should sprinkle some faeriedust over your grave when we're through here?"
The cinnabar glimmer of Gazimon's eyes shown as he glanced upwards as the digivice was hurtled upwards. Just how stupid was this guy to chuck something that could be fragile, that was probably worth more than either of them in bits?! It was an obvious distraction, a sort of knock-off of his trashcan trick as far as he was concerned, but he bluffed right into it nonetheless, allowing the little humanoid to lunge right in and at him. Right where he wanted him...
Of course, that didn't mean this wasn't going to hurt for him too.
His voice raised in a bark of pain as the Dracmon bowled right into him, indeed knocking him prone as he went to grapple him with his nasty little hands, and worse still, his nasty little fangs. Those teeth made contact, pressing through pelt and skin and causing Gazimon to give a small spasm as pain shot through him. But he was determined to give worse than he got. In such confined quarters he couldn't rake or slash with his claws, but instead he tightened them around his opponent's back to hold him still as he gave a snaggle-toothed, malicious grin down at him, before parting it to cry, "Paralyze Breath!" and try to breath the sparking vapour over the pickpocket at point-blank.
Regardless of whether the seizing smoke managed to wash over Dracmon as intended, or he managed to contort himself closer or aside and evade the arch from Gazimon's muzzle, he would immediately seek to follow it up by pressing the short but springy stumps of his rear legs up between the undead digimon and himself and kick, rolling slightly in an attempt to send him sailing back over the way Gazimon had come--back towards Desmond, and, moreover, hurtling right towards the pitfall he had paused to discretely burrow while he had hidden amongst the lingering smog of his earlier attack.
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Post by Desmond Edmund on Jul 17, 2019 1:32:15 GMT
As the Dracmon threw the Digivice high into the air, there was one factor he forgot by doing so. While it was a one on one fight, there was a duo of spectators which wanted that Digivice as much or maybe more than the two fighting Digimon. Desmond jaw dropped upon seeing the green device get thrown up so high. The human never had the Digivice fall from that distance and he feared that it might break upon landing. It took a split second for him to react. Desmond leaned forward and then sprinted toward it hoping to be able to catch it in time. His Digivice reached his highest point and began falling faster and faster. Seeing that he might not make it, the tamer threw Demi in an arc so that he could grab it before it hits the ground.
Meanwhile, Dracmon was very proud of himself as he felt his fangs bite into the Gazimon's fur. He kept putting pressure on the two holes he made and his claws went to dig into his rival's body. But it was at that moment that Gazimon spewed a dense cloud of paralyzing agent right on his head. The tactic was a good one. The Dracmon felt his whole body tighten as his claws and fangs were now stuck on the poor gray Digimon. The two rookies were now on top of each other, one paralyzed and the other pinned down. With a bit of luck and pain, Gazimon could pull his rival's head and claws out of his wounded body. Hopefully, the Dracmon would stay in this state long enough for that.
A bit further away, Demi managed to catch his tamer's precious Digivice in mid-air. The fireball closed his eyes and landed, very softly seeing that he can float, and held on to the device close to his body. Desmond was about to celebrate but then saw Gazimon underneath the evil Dracmon. Now that his Digivice is safe, he ran to help the Digimon that was so kind to fight for him. The blond tamer crouched down placing his hands on each side of the Dracmon's body. "Are you alright?" He asked a bit too loud. He now took a clearer look at in how much pain Gazimon seemed to be in. "Let me move those claws away."
Desmond slowly pried the right hand away and waited to see if Gazimon passed out. Part of him thought that maybe taking his time would be the best but he had no idea on how long the mischevious Digimon would stay paralyzed. "Just one more, Gazimon." His voice was full of concern. His other hand took hold of the left hand of the Dracmon and slowly moved it away. Now there were just the fangs left inside. Which might be the harder thing to remove without letting rather large wounds. "Are you still okay, Gazimon?" He wanted just a small sound or nod or something telling him to pull that Dracmon away from him.
Demi opened his eyes and looked at his hands where the Digivice would be. And it was making the DemiMeramon very happy as he turned around and lift the device for everyone to see. "Look! Look!" He shouted in joy while waving his hands. "Look..." He stopped moving once he saw what was happening. His eyes got bigger as he slowly floated his way toward his tamer and the Digimon who fought for them. "Gazimon?" He very softly said his name as he got closer and closer while holding the green Digivice in his hand. "Desmond?" His voice was very shaky. The human didn't look at him as he prepared himself to pull the Dracmon's head away. "Is he going to be okay?"
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