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The City of Dark Stone [Complete]
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Post by Akemi & Anzu on Oct 24, 2019 17:49:21 GMT
"Hey, hey, Jokermon's got a point there. Kanji's far more involved than Digimoji, which is twenty six characters in length entirely. And it's not quite a sombrero, just a rather striking and small hat." Anzu nodnodded as she continued to speak. The Mephistomon did raise a proverbial brow at the clown's order. "Wasn't there an incident involving one of those trucks at Terminus? Or did I read the news wrong...?"
Either way, the EbiBurgermon gave a noise of affirmation at the order of two Beezleburgers, which they did indeed have. "Don't eat more than one, it'll go badly--we pride ourselves on our Nobody's Turned Into A Burpmon Yet policy!" The Burgermon proclaimed, before Anzu interjected. "Yes, yes, that's rather noble. Could I have the Daconator?"
"Yes! Is that all? I need drinks too!" The EbiBurgermon continued. Let it end, please. Thankfully, once the group ordered drinks, he would be swiftly off to get the food ready.
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Post by Yuko Himura on Oct 24, 2019 19:32:46 GMT
“Woah, twenty six characters? It’s really only that many?” The Japanese delinquent looked at the satanic goat with a clear look of disbelief over something other than the fact that she was having a casual conversation with a talking satanic goat. “The thing is they look kinda samey to me, so I thought for sure that there would be more of them. But, what about the language itself? You guys seem capable of speaking Japanese just fine, so why not just have all your text written in Japanese?”
“Digimon can speak whatever language is convenient at the time. Japanese, English, French, German… even Maori!” Jokermon chimed in, having no extra comment to make about the truck incident Anzu referred to. They needed to finish making their order anyway, while the funny-looking waiter urged them not to order too much food. “We definitely wouldn’t want anyone to turn into a Burpmon. But, you’d better do something about your lavatories, or they might turn into Sukamon instead! Bahahahaha!” The flamboyant jester laughed at his own poor taste joke.
Yuko raised her pierced eyebrow in confusion, shaking her head to get herself back on track. “I’d like a soda. Any soda will do, just as long as it’s not named after a Digimon.” She requested.
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Post by Akemi & Anzu on Oct 26, 2019 14:10:22 GMT
"Yes, it really is. Older dialects of it had a little more than that, but generally it's 26 symbols that correspond to the alphabet. So, you could realistically get a chart and start decoding statements in Digimoji." Anzu clarified some, before she opted to continue and add onto what Jokermon was saying. "Although we have a written language, we do not have a set spoken language. Instead, we speak whatever is most convenient. Which is....a lot of languages already."
The EbiBurgamon meanwhile stamped his foot upon the floor in a manner that one could consider indignant if it weren't so...strangely adorable for such a cancerous looking creature. "Our lavatories are pristine! Until you walk in! Then they're TAINTED."
"Just get me a soda, please." Anzu asked of the EbiBurgamon. Who...you know what? He just up and walked away right then and there! The group had a few minutes before the food would get to them, but EbiBurgamon did return with...a lot of soda. Snoca-Cola. Woefully offbrand, Dr. Thunder-esque Coca-Cola in cups that he set before the group before he went off again.
What a peculiar fast food employee. Or just a completely normal one.
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Post by Yuko Himura on Oct 26, 2019 15:36:32 GMT
“I see…” Yuko slowly nodded her head, very much lost in her own thoughts on account of all the new information she’d been given. Not only were Digimon bilingual, not only did they eat meat that grew from trees, but if they had lavatories, that must have meant that they were also capable of… No, THAT was something she didn’t even want to consider. The burger-shaped waiter soon brought them their refreshments, and Yuko enjoyed her ‘Snoca-Cola’ for what it was worth.
“WOW! This delightful happenstance simply. Defies belief. Jokah-sama, is that you?” A bizarre-toned, low-pitched voice sounded, as the temperature in the room suddenly dropped by several degrees. A tall, pale humanoid walked towards them, a snow-white demon with long arms that ended in sharp claws. It curiously wore a cowbell around its neck, which rang noisily with every step.
“Well, if it isn’t IceDevimon! I’ve been looking all over for you! What are you doing here of all places?” Jokermon smiled brightly, regarding the pale-white hellspawn as one would a dear old friend they hadn’t seen in ages. “This Deep-Lane City is fantastic! It’s great. It’s full of theaters, and nightclubs, and entertainment for. The masses. I tell you, it’s the next big thing!” IceDevimon replied, having an awfully chirpy mood for such a scary-looking mon. “Oh, by the way. MarineDevimon is here too. He’s just having a hard time. Fitting in… Pardon the pun.” He explained, pointing at a gigantic, tentacle-like appendage that was trying to squeeze its way through the narrow doorway.
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Post by Akemi & Anzu on Oct 26, 2019 16:00:47 GMT
Despite the notion that not every IceDevimon in the world was like the one Anzu had known a number of years ago, seeing one up close never did fail to startle the Mephistomon X some. Of course, the Baphomet let out a chuckle as IceDevimon went on about the things that this city bore. "See, he gets it." Anzu stated, once her chuckling had ceased, before she turned her head over towards the doorway, noticing that...display of difficulties.
"Try coming in from an angle, see if that works!" She called out towards MarineDevimon, assuming that was him, before EbiBurgamon returned with the burgers requested. He made sure to circle around IceDevimon, too, in order to avoid the chilling of the goods. "Enjoy!" He stated before he ran off once more!
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Post by Yuko Himura on Oct 26, 2019 16:38:58 GMT
At Anzu’s suggestion, the ginormous tentacle crawled back. In its place, a giant head poked through the doorway; Another demonic being sporting a large mouth filled with sharp teeth, and wearing a black hood shaped like a squid’s head. “Duuuuude, it really is Jokah! That’s totally radical! I think I’ll stay outside, though… This place is too small to contain the Big Kahuna!” “Oh, MarineDevimon, you haven’t changed a bit!” Jokermon laughed fondly, gesturing at the EbiBurgamon as it passed them by. “Server, add a jumbo-sized Beelzeburger on our tab for my oversized friend over there.”
Meanwhile, Yuko looked dumbfounded by those hellish-looking, weird characters, so much so that she barely even touched her burger. “So, uuhh… Are those the ‘allies’ you kept talking about?” “Two of them, yes.” The Clown Prince of the Dark Area nodded. IceDevimon’s pupil-less eyes were drawn to Yuko. “You there, little creature. Are you by any chance. A human?” “That’s right, yours truly has finally become a domesticated mon! Meet my Tamer… Yuko-chan!” Jokah happily replied, wrapping his arm around the human girl, who in turn smiled and waved awkwardly. “WOW!” “Totally radical!” The two Devimon variants spouted their respective catchphrases.
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Post by Akemi & Anzu on Oct 26, 2019 17:02:06 GMT
So, the issue was a bit simpler than a mere matter of MarineDevimon being a bit too wide or pointy to just up and fit through the door. What was wrong here? Why, it was the fact that MarineDevimon was simply too goddamn huge to fit into the restaurant. EbiBurgamon had a rather useful bit of advice too, "Just sit outside, we do outdoor seating too!" He called as he went to go prepare the jumbo Beelzeburger.
Anzu, meanwhile, sized up IceDevimon, just as she had sized up the larger Devimon that was poking his head through the door. "Yes, it makes sense you three would go together akin to peas in a pod. I'm happy to see you've reunited, but where does Yuko fall in with this...gang of two Devimon and a clown?" The goat mused aloud as she proceeded to take a chomp out of her burger.
At least it seemed like the two other Digimon were receiving the human well!
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Post by Yuko Himura on Oct 26, 2019 17:54:24 GMT
“Peas inside a pod, what a wonderful comparison! Ohohoho, the stories I could tell you if Yuko wasn’t here…” The self-proclaimed Demon King and ringleader of the Devimon sat back on his seat and laughed. “Why can’t I hear those stories?” Yuko raised a questioning eyebrow. “They’re not exactly safe for minors~” The jester playfully winked at her, before grabbing his Beelzeburger and leisurely eating it.
“DUUUDE, I’ve got the most TUBULAR idea!” MarineDevimon roared excitedly, sending spittle flying out of his big, open mouth. “Yuko could fill in LadyDevimon’s spot! She’s got the same badass babe vibe as she did.” The squid demon suggested. “That poor LadyDevimon, Ogudomon bless her soul. She’s on. Extended vacation.” IceDevimon remarked, taking a seat next to the Mephistomon-X and draping his long arm behind her own chair. “Speaking. Of babes, who would you be? Has Jokah-sama finally decided. To settle down?” “Perish the thought!” Jokermon exclaimed, sweating bullets at the implication. “This is Lady Anzu. She’s just our tour guide here.”
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Post by Akemi & Anzu on Oct 26, 2019 18:20:13 GMT
"Well, that's probably telling of the content of said stories." Anzu SNERKED at that, before taking more monches out of her burger. Of course, the suggestion by the totally radical surfer Devimon did cause the Mephistomon to perk a brow. "Oh? I'm sorry to hear that--I do hope she's doing well." She didn't know they actually DID probably have every manner of Devimon with them.
Anywho, the time to introduce herself once more had come. "Yes, I am Anzu, a member of the council that oversees this city. I decided to be a tour guide to these two individuals on a whim so that they may most effectively travel Deeplane. I can't say it hasn't been a dull day with them around. But yes, do perish the thought--I have higher standards than clowns, I'm afraid." The Baphomet chuckled!
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Post by Yuko Himura on Oct 26, 2019 19:22:53 GMT
“Yeah, same…” Yuko muttered, while unwrapping her burger. She didn’t know who this LadyDevimon was, but considering how everyone and their mother seemed to fawn over her, she must have been very popular. So, having to take ‘extended vacation’ was certainly sad. Finally taking a bite out of the Beelzeburger, her eyes widened. “It tastes… like a real burger!” She exclaimed with her mouth full.
Meanwhile, Jokah gasped dramatically at Anzu’s offhanded remark, as if he was mortally offended by it. “Hmph! And I have higher standards than a goat who doesn’t have half the allure and nobility of her cousin!” He haughtily retorted, before taking another bite out of his own burger.
Ignoring their petty bickering, Yuko turned to the IceDevimon, feeling chills on her spine from the frigid cold aura emanating from him. “Aren’t you gonna order anything?” “Ah, yes. I would like to have more cowbell.” The snow-colored demon casually replied. “Cowbell?” The girl stared confusedly. “But… you have a cowbell.” “I know, but I need more of it. It’s the only prescription I have. For my fever.” IceDevimon said, holding the cowbell hanging from his neck like it was his most valuable treasure. Yuko turned to both Jokah and Anzu with a deeply puzzled look. “Translation please?”
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Post by Akemi & Anzu on Oct 28, 2019 7:21:45 GMT
"That's the beauty of food here--if there's a real world equivalent to something, they probably taste exactly the same. It's interesting, really. You could go out of your way to try new stuff here you can't find in Japan. Of course, I...haven't actually gone and done that yet. Work to do and all. Speaking of." The goat turned her skull to stare dead at Jokermon.
"Unlike my cousin, I have a stable job in the higher echelons of a city, and a tamer. What does she have? Probably -not- that. I bet she doesn't even like thighs or anything!"
The baphomet then directed her attention to Yuko and IceDevimon, thinking for a moment. "Hmm...This might be one of those memes my tamer likes looking at sometimes. He just needs more cowbell. To really explore the joys of it, you know?" ...She wasn't sure if that was a good enough translation for the poor tamer.
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Post by Yuko Himura on Oct 28, 2019 10:46:46 GMT
Without even flinching at the dead-eyed stare, Jokermon stared right back into the female Mephistomon’s flaming eye sockets, flashing a smug smirk at her. “What does she have, you ask? Being one of the Digital World’s most prolific bounty hunters, for one. She even managed to defeat me at one point, which I assure you is no small feat.” The self-proclaimed Demon King said, before relaxing on his seat, resting his legs on the table and putting one hand behind his head. “Besides, thighs are overrated. Long, skinny legs is where it’s at!” “You can say that again!” IceDevimon agreed, stretching his own long, skinny legs.
Yuko just… stared wordlessly at them, until she had finished off her burger. “O-kay… I think I see what’s IceDevimon’s problem now. He’s been hanging out with Jokah for too long.” “DUUUUUDE!!!” MarineDevimon shouted from a distance. “IceDevimon has been acting all bogus ever since his… accident.” “What accident?” The teenage Tamer raised a questioning eyebrow. “The accident!” Jokah replied in a dramatic voice.
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Post by Akemi & Anzu on Nov 6, 2019 7:51:08 GMT
"Doesn't seem like it'd be hard to beat up a clown, in all honesty." She yawned. Was this just a trend with all jester-like Digimon? Being able to talk an insane amount of smack? Anzu was pretty sure it'd be a little racist to assume it was, but then again, she wasn't a stranger to that either. "...And long, skinny legs? Those'd snap the moment they came into contact with a stiff breeze! Come on, think outside the box here!"
...Yet, the Cowbell obsessed IceDevimon was not always like this, was he? No, he had suffered some sort of accident. Anzu had to press on this, she felt like it'd be worth finding out more about this rowdy gang of people. Perhaps they'd make for good allies, so...Yeah. Befriending them would be a good call.
"Would it be rude to inquire about what this accident was...?"
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Post by Yuko Himura on Nov 6, 2019 11:12:24 GMT
It seemed like anyone that wasn’t Jokermon or MarineDevimon was dying to know what that informed ‘accident’ was. In fact, even IceDevimon looked deeply puzzled, staring cluelessly into the endless void with an empty look in his purple eyes. “I had an accident? Did someone touch my COWBELL collection without my. Express. Permission?” “Poor IceDevimon, growing forgetful in your old age…” The Clown Prince frowned, all lamentful like. “Back in the day, your hunger was insatiable. I mean, you literally ate anything you could get your nasty claws on. Digi-cores, garbage data, you name it. One day you gorged on an entire archive’s worth of vintage comedy sketches…” “And he’s talked with a weird speaking pattern ever since, right?” Yuko finished for him, crossing her arms in front of her chest. “I do not have. A Weird. Speaking pattern. That’s ridiculous.” IceDevimon fruitlessly tried to defend himself.
Finishing off what was left of her soda, the punk-looking Tamer turned her attention back to the female Mephistomon. “Aaaanyway… Since you’re part of the city’s council, how come you can sit here and fool around with us? I always thought that running a city would involve doing tons of work, you know?” Anzu just didn’t strike her as the hard-working type. She looked far too relaxed. Could appearances deceive?
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Post by Akemi & Anzu on Nov 7, 2019 1:01:15 GMT
Huh, when it was all explained and laid out on the table, it...really didn't seem like IceDevimon had much of an accident at all. Perhaps he just ate the wrong thing and it irrevocably altered his data so that he spoke like some...strange person. "Seems legitimate...Turns out, loading everything in sight might end up screwing you up a great deal." Anzu concluded. "My condolences for IceDevimon's voice." The Mephistomon X nodded.
Of course, Yuko did pose a rather good question. IF the Mephistomon was a part of the council, why was she here? The answer to that was pretty simple to the skull-faced baphomet. "It -is- a ton of work, which is why there's a number of individuals that all take their fair share of it. My tamer being among them. We alternate, more or less. So, when she's working I just take the time to wander the city. Does...that make sense?"
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