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- 0.5 - Hazard Seed ~ Feral Rampage [2]
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Post by yuuki on Nov 12, 2019 12:24:42 GMT
Rosewood Town... for some reason the normally peaceful, idyllic town had a strange atmosphere to it. Something felt oppressive and heavy. The usually open bars now closed. The windows that usually open every morning now closed. Even the inns looked very... sparsely rented. It's not a welcoming atmosphere at all. Not helping that it was misty today too, and it looks like rain will fall down anytime.
"Hey, you're here."
But even then, there are one single person who seemed to wait on the train station, waiting for people who would help this little quaint, peaceful town its welcoming atmosphere back. That town's guard is a Kuwagamon. On one of his arm, he's carrying a sword, and he's covered in green tunic. Preparation for the rain it's seem.
"Name's Gerrick, nice to meet you. Formalities can wait, have you ate? You best eat something if you haven't. I'll tell someone at the bar to ready something for you... Hey,"
he turned to an apprentice guard, a Kokabuterimon who nodded and ran toward a dimly lit bar.
"While my apprentice sorts that out... sorry, but let's talk about the situation while walking. I assume you guys are here for something that you already know, right? What do you think about this town?"
After letting the guests to say their pieces, the Kuwagamon nodded.
"It's not usually like this, and I'm sure most of you are aware of that. It's supposed to be more bustling... but you see, recently there was an oddity. One of our hunter was foraging for meats and various ingredients when suddenly out of nowhere he said he was attacked. Unfortunately, he died before we could ask him anything further like its abilities or sort. We have no idea whether he has returned to village of beginning or not... but we assumed so. Unfortunately, looking for the mon is like looking for needle among haystacks.
But what we know for sure is that there is this... ah... Feral hog you see. Or should I say, a feral Boarmon. That was what his hunting mates told us. However, they said that this Boarmon was so feral that it was intent on finishing the poor mon. Thankfully it's seem to be very weak against sudden shock, just like a predator... hmm, anyway, that's all that we have. Sorry that we can't really help that much. This is untested, but apparently it goes at whoever makes the most noises. That's why the town has been silent like this."
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Post by Hisato and Bad Company on Nov 13, 2019 9:08:11 GMT
New as he was to this entire deal, Hisato could tell anybody with certainty that he had heard a lot about the town of Rosewood. Some of it from his partner, who had only been to the town a handful of times, and others from the few other Digimon he was able to actually engage in conversation. Yes, few others. These guys were genuinely off-putting to the uninitiated.
The place was advertised as hustle and bustle. So, why the silence? Everyone gathered was probably about to find that out in due time. Scarab, maintaining his form as Wormmon for the moment, was silent as well. There was a reason behind this. Annnnd he wasn't about to accidentally pull anything stupid right off the gate, either.
"It's a place you can easily call pretty, but at the same time seeing it so...quiet sort of feels..." Hisato trailed off. "Wrong?" Scarab piped up. "Because god, feels like I walked into that one fog-filled horror place." Also known as Silent Hill, for the memetically adept.
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Wait, a feral Boarmon? "A single feral hog?" Hisato repeated. "Just one? Not two to any number more?"
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Post by Charles Brynlee on Nov 14, 2019 0:15:24 GMT
When Charles came into the town, he wouldn't have arrived by train. Instead, he had actually made his way here by foot from the Digital Core; the older man having wanted to familiarize himself with the Digital World, and having actually not been informed of Rosewood's current... Situation. He wasn't among those who had been enlisted to help Rosewood, as a result; and in addition to this...
... When he would walk into Rosewood, only to find that it was a ghost town? It certainly wasn't a very comforting sight; prompting Charles to quietly gaze around - briefly reaching up to adjust his hat, as he did. "Huhm.." He would hum to himself; ambivalent to the current state of affairs, in the town. "... What do you make of this, little one?"
As though prompted by Charles, a small Wanyamon - albeit one that appeared gold and almost wispy - would appear, perched on his shoulder. Though the little in-training spirit did not speak, Charles could feel the other's emotions; ambivalence, anxiety, uncertainty; none of them good feelings, to say the least. They both seemed to be on the same page; that this was unusual, and certainly not a settling sight to say the least.
As they glanced around though, the Wanyamon would certainly prick up; ears swiveling to the sound of the distant train coming in, not too far from here. Its sudden sense of alert would snap Charles to attention as well; his gaze following the Wanyamon's, towards the train station. "Ah, good catch..." He'd praise the Wanyamon; reaching over to gently stroke its head. "Let's see if anyone over there knows what's going on."
Making his way to the station, and stepping up onto the train platform, Charles would spot the Kuwagamon guard, and the Kokabuterimon apprentice; both there to welcome the squad that would come off of the train. The older man would be quiet from here, though; simply listening to what the Kuwagamon had to say, about the situation that was going on, surrounding this time. A feral Boarmon, terrorizing people who leave to explore the forest beyond? That certainly sounded like a problem; Charles could say that much.
In a normal case, he'd argue that he probably wasn't going to be much help, in dealing with a feral beast, but... Glancing down at the D-Tector in his pocket, Charles couldn't help but muse that this really wasn't a normal case, was it? And even aside from that, the Wanyamon seemed to make up its mind; jumping down from Charles' shoulder, to approach the Kuwagamon! "Ah-" Charles would be unable to make a surprised noise at this, before laughing gently; following after the Wanyamon. "Wait up a second, little one, aheh..!"
The Wanyamon would attempt to hop up onto the Kuwagamon's shoulder; and if allowed, it was likely he would be able to 'sense' the emotions coming off of the little spirit, just as Charles could. Eagerness, hope, raring-to-go; the Wanyamon wanted to help! The spirit wanted Charles to help these people! Charles couldn't help but find the spirit's eagerness to help others endearing; such a kind soul, the little one was.
"Pardon my friend; they're just a little bit eager..." He would apologize to the Kuwagamon with a brief laugh as he approached, before adding "Though, is it possible at all, that I could help? I admit that I am still finding my feet, in the Digital World; but I am a Spirit User," To prove his point, he held up the D-Tector, to show him. The spirit-Wanyamon would hop away from the Kuwagamon - the insectoid guard no longer able to sense the Wanyamon's emotions, as contact was broken - to return to Charles' shoulder.
"My name is Charles Brynlee; and this little fella is, well... My spirit, Wanyamon." He'd introduce himself; reaching up to gently pet the Wanyamon, before nodding to the others. "It's a pleasure to meet you all, even if the situation could be better."
And indeed, the situation could be better. Certainly better, for a certain feline! Polty would be another digimon who would end up rolling into town on her own; the holosuited Meicoomon - donning a black biker jumpsuit and a helmet (that was on backwards, suspiciously) stumbling briefly as she rolled her bike up onto the platform. "You... can say that again about... hecking feral hogs..." She'd pant; reaching up to turn off her holosuit, only to reveal that even her head was on backwards!
Collapsing the bike down into a smaller size so that she could store it, Polty would then reach up to twist her head on right; mentioning "Some neon Boarmon attacked me... while I was on my bike... I nearly lost my leg twice... and my head once...!" Today, certainly wasn't the Meicoomon's day, to say the least... "Nearly even... scratched up my baby's paintjob...!"
In gazing towards Polty, though... Charles couldn't help but be a little bewildered, at the Meicoomon; and the Wanyamon shared his sentiments - retreating back into Charles' body in surprised fear, at seeing Polty twist her head back around!
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Post by Pickle on Nov 14, 2019 0:54:20 GMT
Pickle had been spending a fair bit of time wandering in and around the Eastern Timberlands, visiting small villages, taking time with the babies in the Village of Beginnings, just exploring in general really. However one place they hadn't yet been to that had been recommended again and again was Rosewood, so when they caught wind of Rosewood putting out a call for assistance, well, they couldn't very well let that be now could they. A chance to not only help people that needed it, but to visit a place they hadn't been yet as well? Obviously they had to go! So they signed up immediately and hopped on the Trailmon to Rosewood the second it came time to go. They weren't the only one on board, there was a Tamer and his partner as well, although they had parked themselves away and seemed to be in the middle of some conversation, so Pickle didn't want to interrupt. They would have time to chat later after all.
Rosewood seemed practically abandoned, a far cry from the bustling place that had been described to her. The Kuwagamon that met them at the platform seemed nice, explaining the situation to the best of his knowledge as they listened. Pickle's concentration on the Kuwagamon wavered for only a moment as an older man approached from behind the large insect Digimon, but otherwise her attention was fixed on the information being presented.
"So if we make a lot of noise we can get it to come to us then? That might be best, we can set a trap!" They turned to the Tamer nearby, one hand extended. "Hi, I'm Pickle, what're your names? If we need to make a lot of loud noise I can help with that."
The older man stepped forward and introduced himself, asking if he could lend a hand and revealed himself to be a Spirit User like her, how exciting! Pickle pulled out her own heavily decorated D-tector and held it up in the air to show him. "Oh! I am too! I'm Pickle, nice to meet you!"
And then the strangest thing happened, a cat-like Digimon rolled up on a motorcycle, seemingly having been chased by their apparent quarry. "Do you remember where it was?"
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Post by yuuki on Nov 14, 2019 5:00:07 GMT
Well, that was nice. The response was quick. There was apparently two volunteers, but a third one who did not came with the train suddenly offered for help. The Kuwagamon, if he could smile would smile, but... the situation is more complicated than the takers thought it is.
"Well, young mister, the Boarmon here is... probably not single, but 30-50... Honestly, it can reach that much, but truth to be told we have no idea their exact number. 3? 5? We're lacking a lot of intel. We tried to send some, but for some reason, it's always the same one way or another. Rosewood also does not have that many perfect stages, which leads to more trouble of lacking manpower."
He then turned to Charles and nodded." All good, but I admit this is my first time seeing a spirit user's spirit walking around like this... I admit this is a new experience. Anyway, uh... any helps are apprecia---"
and there is... the cat. Oh God the cat. He had no idea what to say to her, when suddenly his assistant returned
"Master, I told the b---AAAAAAAAAAAAAARGGHHHH! SHE'S DEAAAAAAAAD!! WAIT NO, SHE'S ALIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIVEEEEEE!!"
"Blimey! Shut that huge mouth of yours before...!"
...and there is it, the roar, followed by some loud grunting. It's far, but at the same time speak volume of this creature's... vocal volume. However, it doesn't looks like the hogs are going here... there are no further sound, and it sounded like it's drifting away.
"...Bloody idiot!" the Kuwagamon's fist descended to his apprentice's head, who definitely feeling it. "...Sorry about that, mates. A-anyway are you alright there, Miss Meicoomon? Or whoever your name is. And uh..." he looked at Pickle now. Quite the interesting name.
"We don't remember the exact coordinate, but we know for sure that they're moving... erratically..." Gerrick took out a map from under his tunic and spreads it on a table. It's apparently reports of attacks.
"...Do you see any pattern?"
It's too chaotic to tell, but... thankfully there are numbers in the map, showing the chronological order of the attacks... Speaking of which, the pattern would be zigzagged.
"Anyway, before you go we should probably go to the bar. There should be more information there. I wish to assist you further, but I must stand guard here..."
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Post by Hisato and Bad Company on Nov 14, 2019 7:11:17 GMT
It was probably good they weren't dealing with this ALONE. Hisato'd probably be way more shot with nerves than he already was. Seriously, there was more than one feral hog? Three to five of them? And potentially thirty to fifty if they couldn't stop this? That's gonna be a big yikes.
The situation could indeed have been better, but Hisato offered an incline of the head towards Pickle and Charles. "Aizawa Hisato, good to meet you. I've got a pretty noisy partner, so...yeah, we're probably covered on that front." He at least managed to get that across before he and Scarab got an eyeful of the cat. The former? He looked absolutely horrified at the display, but the latter? "...Oh, hi again, Polty. Got your head on and everything?" He stated in recognition, and inquisition. Hisato blinked. "Wait, you know that one?"
"Yeah...? We ate burgers together once. It was pretty neat, the 'mon that made them was super adorable."
Once they had gotten themselves together over the screeching, they had to figure out where the hogs were. The map itself looked pretty chaotic but the numbers? "...That's a zig-zag. Think if we follow that, we'll find them?" Hisato was pretty sure the answer was 'probably,' but at the same time, some confirmation would be nice.
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Post by Charles Brynlee on Nov 14, 2019 8:28:07 GMT
Charles couldn't help but briefly note the individuals that had gathered here, to help in dealing with this Boarmon menace. Two digimon, and two humans like himself... Humans who were, much to the older man's concern, quite young looking; teens, it seemed. What was about this place, and the only other humans he's met out here thus far being kids..? This certainly wasn't a situation that a kid should be running around in, Charles believed; especially if other digimon were hiding away from the Boarmon that was terrorizing the area.
As Pickle and Hisato introduced themselves, though; Charles would let his thoughts drift away from his concern for long enough to regard their introductions. He'd smile warmly, briefly offering both Pickle and Hisato a handshake; seeming to be quite polite. "It's interesting to see another Spirit User like myself," He would comment to Pickle; adding "I believe you're the second Spirit User I've met thus far, in this strange world." The first being Arakan, of course. Speaking of which; he couldn't help but wonder how she was doing, presently.
At the mention of the possibility that there were many, many feral Boarmon out there, though... Charles would be unable to help but frown; noting that the situation, indeed, seemed complicated. If there were so many, would the lot of them really be equipped for the job...?
It was hard to say; though one thing that Polty knew for sure at least, was that people were getting all scared of her all over again..! As the KoKabuterimon began to shriek over Polty's head situation, the Meicoomon would visibly wince; looking ready to speak up and reassure the poor rookie, at least... Until the distant sound of what was, presumably, the Boarmon, started up; making the feline flinch noticably.
Charles, too, would tense at the distant sounds; his grip on his D-Tector tightening, and the Wanyamon spirit emerging once more - its own caution and alarm, on top of a certain readiness to fight, quite apparent to him.
As the Kuwagamon would address her properly though, Polty would perk up; scratching the back of her head briefly. "Ahhh, yeah; I'm fine. It happens sometimes," She'd shrug to the Kuwagamon in a casual fashion; albeit not explaining much at all, as far as why her head was like that. "Name's Polty, though..!" She'd chirp next; grinning widely to them, before glancing over to Scarab. "And yo, Scarab! Head's on this time; for now, at least!" Charles, frankly, wasn't sure if he wanted to know why Polty's head was like this - especially given the others' reactions to her - but would nonetheless approach; smiling and offering a handshake to her as well. "It's good to meet you, then, Polty."
"Right back atcha, gramps!" Polty would respond; grinning and returning the handshake.
When the guard would lay out the map and spread it out, Charles and Polty both would come to investigate it; as well as the Wanyamon, who... Would proceed to hop on the table, next to the map! The little in-training spirit curiously peered over the map; its tail swishing idly, ears pricked, and eyes staring intently. Charles, though, wasn't sure if the little fella was coming to any conclusions quite yet; the spirit giving off mostly hues of curiosity and inquiry.
"Yeah, I can kinda see the zig-zag, too..." Polty hummed, furrowing her brows as she looked the map over; idly tracing the line that the numbers formed with the tip of one of her feelers.
Charles, though, would note something else; briefly tracing a line on the map, that the numbers seemed to be trending in. "... It seems like they're going back and forth, along a path of sorts." The older man would idly observe, looking over the numbers. "... Do you guys think it's a coincidence? Or is this possible horde of Boarmon migrating in a specific direction for some reason...?"
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Post by Pickle on Nov 17, 2019 5:58:07 GMT
As far as Pickle was concerned, Polty's head situation was just another odd thing some Digimon could do. The reaction of the apprentice guard therefore caught them off guard quite a lot, and the answering bellowing from deep in the forest set them on edge as they tensed and waited for danger to appear. When nothing else happened and in response to their earlier inquiry a map was produced, Pickle eagerly leaned in to take a look.
"They could be following some sort of path. It could also be them moving between certain objectives or something. It might even be a sort of search pattern. It's definitely kinda weird though, I mean it's all zig zaggy like you guys said. Why would anyone travel like that? Even wild animals dont just do something like that for no reason." It was bothering them to be sure. Digimon were smart, there had to be something behind this pattern of movement. "Maybe well figure it out as we go I guess?"
"Either way, I think we can use this to figure out where they might be next and set a trap for them. I dont wanna fight a bunch of big boars straight on if we don't need to..." Pickle had transitioned fully into serious planning mode by now, a small smile still present but otherwise much of her initial cheer had vanished.
When they were ushered towards the bar, she gestured to the map. " Can we take this with us?" And then set off towards the building in question, with map either in hand or not depending on the answer.
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Post by yuuki on Nov 17, 2019 6:52:55 GMT
Looks like the team is already communicating. Gerrick nodded. "Well, the thing is, it's just a reference about the creature's behavior, but one thing that we know is that it's avoiding really quiet places... and that's why we're staying silent like this... This behavior is not normally found in any known Digimon. It's as if they're completely relying on one sense, and one sense only. In this case... their hearing sense.
However..."
Gerrick seem to pause. "...I don't think I have the qualification to talk more about it at length. I'm just a mere guard, and there are hunters in the tavern that can help you learn more about this creature. Mind that they're foggy at best credence-wise, but I have told them to cooperate with you as much as possible. You should also eat. I believe you," he looked both at Pickle and Charles "would still need food to spirit evolve anyway, right? Anyway, please, go on ahead to the tavern. Even if you don't want to eat, it's the best thing we can offer for you at the moment, I'm sorry for that."
The tavern would be dimly lit. In foggy town like this, it definitely look more to haunted than welcoming, but thankfully the ones insides aren't aberrations or anything like that. Just normal patrons. Some looked more to hunters, another just... seem to be worriedly looking at outside. They seemed more to just a normal townsfolk, looking for food. On the tavern counter is a Sunflomon who is currently pouring drinks for some counterside customers. From the look of it, some of them are wounded... Slight hint of medicinal herb could be smelled from their bandages.
"Oh, welcome!" a Tailmon greeted. "You must be the one that kid Butte told us. Sit wherever you like, misters and missus! I'll be with you in a jiffy."
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Post by Hisato and Bad Company on Nov 18, 2019 7:42:52 GMT
"That's good to hear." Scarab wasn't the best at emoting in the form of Wormmon, or any form, really, but he did seem happy to see Polty at the very least. Hisato, meanwhile, returned that handshake. It was only polite, after all.
See, the idea that this creature was relying on only one sense made Hisato jump to a hypothesis of sorts right then and there. "...So, are you saying it's blind? Because that might be why it relies solely on hearing..." The teenager mused, tapping his chin. If it were blind, then...
"In addition to the map, we can probably use that reliance on hearing to help set up a trap, too." Hisato added onto what Pickle was saying. "This is neat and all," Scarab began, "But let's go discuss this further over grub. Need to eat before going hunting and all that." The Wormmon concluded as they went to the tavern.
Once there, Scarab nodded to the Tailmon, and went to go sit at the largest unoccupied table, with Hisato coming along. "We can plan from here, c'mon."
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Post by Charles Brynlee on Nov 18, 2019 14:54:16 GMT
So, it seemed that the current plan of action was to relocate to the tavern, to figure out more details about this feral Boarmon, and to figure out how they could approach actually engaging or dealing with it. One thing that they already could figure out is that it avoided silent areas; seeming to rely on hearing primarily. However... "While it being blind is a possibility, we probably shouldn't make assumptions beyond 'it relies primarily on hearing', until we have more information on it." Charles mentioned to Hisato, as the lot of them made for the tavern.
"Some food does sound good right about now..." Polty would comment idly as they walked; glancing over to Scarab. "Am I the only one that's been craving those burgers that Ebi made, when we first met the tyke? Maybe it's just my inner feline talking, but I could sure dig a nice meaty meal right about now."
Charles chuckled a little; though wouldn't comment on this. He wasn't too hungry, having eaten recently; though he supposed getting something to nibble on before they headed out wouldn't hurt. Who knew how long they'd be out in the woods for, while out hunting for the feral Boarmon, after all?
Just as the town itself had become an unsettling ghost town, though... The tavern's atmosphere wasn't much brighter, being dimly lit and almost unsettlingly quiet. However, thankfully, the tavern wasn't a ghost town like outside was. People were gathered in here - mostly other hunters, but typical civilians seemed to be hanging around as well, in addition to those who were bandaged - likely injured by the feral Boarmon menace.
Following Scarab's lead, Charles would sit down at the large table with his companions; groaning slightly as he sat down. His back was bothering him somewhat, after having been walking for awhile; and his age hadn't been kind to his muscles and joins, even with his attempts to remain fit and spry in the many years he's lived. Once he settled down though, he would be able to relax; exhaling in a soft sigh before smiling up to Hisato and Pickle. "I imagine that talking to these other hunters would be a good idea, for pooling together what everyone knows about this feral Boarmon..." Charles began, gesturing to the other hunters in question. "... Though I'd also like to hear what you three think. What do you kiddos make of all of this, so far? And Hisato - I know that you mentioned a trap before; could you elaborate on any thoughts you have, as to what sort of traps we could do?" He wanted to hear out what everyone thought, of course; and it seemed that they were on the same page, for the most part.
Polty, though, wouldn't sit down with them immediately - just mentioning to Scarab "I'll be at the counter, lemme know when it's time to go, ok? Thanks!" before she'd wander off - mingling with the other digimon in the tavern. In particular, she would move to the tavern counter; hopping up onto the stool (and discreetly having to wrap her tail around her leg, in the process; the limb briefly coming loose; though quickly re-attached.) "Hmhmhm... Just some water for now, as far as drinks go; what would you suggest as a nice hearty meal for a feline like me, though?" She'd question the Sunflomon, eyeballing the menu idly. "Mind if I ask some questions about the Feral Boarmon problem, by the by? Just got here, and I imagine you've probably heard a good bit from the other people 'round here."
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Post by Pickle on Nov 18, 2019 20:25:51 GMT
Following the others to the table, Pickle pulled out a chair and sat, resting their chin on their hands as they leaned forward to listen to the others first. "Well we can't make too much of a plan just yet, we need to ask the other people here if they know anything more about the issue at hand. However, I think there's a couple ways we can go about setting up a trap for this fight to nudge things in our favour." Pickle began counting on their hand as they spoke. "We can have someone who is specifically going to run interference, distracting the Boarmon and luring it into whatever traps we have set up while the others strike whenever it triggers a trap. We can alternate whoever is making the most noise so that it constantly switches attention between us to limit any one person taking too much damage. We lure it to a single area, ambush it, then retreat behind a line of traps that wear it down before we go in to strike again. We can also set ourselves up within a ring of traps that would serve to prevent escape and interference from the outside. Pitfalls, tripwires, and log falls would all be relatively easy to set up and trigger." They shrug. "We can also wing it or try combinations of these, since plans don't usually work perfectly. If there's more than one for example we need to prepare for that, and we need to know if these feral Boarmon are solely reliant on hearing or just heavily rely on it. If it just uses hearing then we can even use the trees to our advantage by provoking a charge and then ducking into cover."
"The problem is we don't know enough about how clever the opponent is, the number, and what their goal is. If it's just one that's angry and animalistic it'll be easier to handle than one that's angry and clever, or multiple that're either one." They lean back and look up at the ceiling, eyes distant. "We gotta talk to some folks before we go too much further I think. We just don't know enough." With that, Pickle stood and approached a group of what looked to be hunters, not yet taking a seat as they waved with a smile.
"Hi I'm Pickle, I'm one of the people that was called in to help deal with the Boarmon problem. Do you think you can tell me what you know about what's going on? The guards were able to give us some basic info but they said you'd probably know more."
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Post by Arakan Himura on Nov 19, 2019 5:35:07 GMT
Plotmon kept their nose to the ground and hind-end sticking upwards as they sort of scooted along, sniffing at the ground in a way that made the already cartoonish-looking Digimon basically look like something out of a Looney Tunes short. There were a whole lot of odd smells in Rosewood today, though not a whole lot else. Arakan noticed how dead things seemed to be compared to the last time she had been there, but she had to admit she didn't miss any of the odd looks she had gotten from other Digimon.
The small canine kept on scooting and sniffing along, hot on the trail of one scent in particular among the dozens of other lingering ones. This one was more "fresh" than most of the bunch though so it wasn't all that hard to sort of lock onto and get her Plotmon spirit going. What was Plotmon after? Admittedly, Arakan had no idea. This was meant to be her spirit's free time after all. For her it was just following instinct and hoping it didn't end horribly. Wouldn't have been the first time she had been lead to something big and mean by Plotmon's traitorous nose.
Sometimes the pup lost track of her target, veering off the chosen path and bumping the top of their head into a wall or some other random object. It never stopped her for too long. Again, it wouldn't have been the first time and it wasn't going to be the last. Anyone out and about would be treated to the site of this goofy little dog going about it's unknown business, sniffing up the place like it was it's last day in the Digital World.
So much for being on the right track.
Eventually the Plotmon would find her way again, going right under the tavern's old-timey saloon doors completely unmindful to their surroundings with their nose still to the ground. Somehow not colliding into a table or another person on their way to Charles. Bumping right into his leg with the top of her head, then stumbling back, falling onto her rear. Arakan ran a front paw over her face a couple of times before looking up at whatever it was her spirit was so eagerly tracking.
The pup blinked up at him a couple of times and then sprang up into his lap like they'd been waiting to do so all week- which probably wasn't too far from the truth of it. Absolutely not to Arakan's surprise, that trail Plotmon urged her to follow all this time had led her straight to Charles. "Charles!" Plotmon barked, barely able to contain all that hyper-active dog energy, though it was still enough to keep her from bouncing all around the room. "And... friends?" Arakan questioned, looking to the other occupants' of the table and tilting her head from one side to the next.
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Post by yuuki on Nov 19, 2019 10:08:55 GMT
"No, I wouldn't say it's blind per se," Gerrick answered. "...But like I said, I'm least qualified to say this and I'm afraid of any misinformation I pulled from hearsay of what the hunters told me. It might be better for you to talk to the hunters and foragers instead. They know more than me, and they're more expert at that sort of thing. After all, I'm more to a guard."
Anyway... the team would soon decide their action. Polty's greeting made the Sunflomon blink, not in stare or whatever, but seem to be more to... "ah, this is the cat?" way. "Welcome, food is it? I would suggest some smoked sirloin with fries and assorted veggies. I'd offer fishes to you too, but sadly ever since that boar came, we have yet to get any influx of fishes. Ponds in this town are mostly privately owned, and the rivers are directly connected to area where the boar was spotted."
"Well, if you want to hear something then you best pay or something, missy," a wounded Digimon beside Polty commented. It's a Goblimon apparently, and beside him is an Ogremon, who's seem to be more wounded than the Goblimon. "I'd love to give you information for free, but we brothers don't have that luxury. Since we can't go forage, we can't really get any money..."
"Aren't you guys ashamed?" the Sunflomon glared at the two "If she came here with the humans and all who wanted to help us liberate the city, then won't it make sense if we try to be accommodating to them rather than pulling them down?"
BANG
A loud slam came from the Ogremon who descended his fist to the counter. "Oy, we know damn well about shame! You think we don't want to work because we have that luxury of not going to work and just be parasites!? Look at these wounds! That damned hog blasted me and my brother, and the wounds are not healing as fast! We can't get to work even if we want to! We haven't ate since this morning, so why can't YOU give us some sympathy!?"
...The situation seem to be complicated.
Meanwhile, Pickle... well, her conversation partner looked at the Ogremon who slammed the counter table. The guy is a Gekomon, and his partner are Drimogemon and Dorulumon "...We do know more, but we're probably a bit too opportunistic at tis time, miss. Spare us some drinks or food of your choice, snacks are just fine, that gonna set our mouth looser you see? Hate to be opportunistic like this, but indeed it's as that big guy over there said. It's been a while since the boar came... Was it a week ago or so? It quickly stopped all of our source of income. It also blasted fishes in the river just because they made noises. No fishes, food are hard to come because working on the field nowadays have to be rotated or it will risk to make too much noises... it's annoying, but what can you do? Anyway, sorry about that, yeh?"
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Post by Hisato and Bad Company on Nov 22, 2019 7:58:27 GMT
"Nah, I'm with you. Some of Ebi's burgers would be pretty nice right now." Scarab replied towards the cat, while Hisato looked at them incredulously. "...Who's Ebi?"
Either way, the idea that maybe the hog wasn't blind was a bit terrifying. They didn't know -what- it was they could be expecting from this. Development after development, things just kept...going. Boring as that sounded, this was going about as well as it could for the day Rosewood stood still.
As they proceeded into the bar, Scarab looked to Polty, then to the counter, before nodding. "Alright. Be safe--people at counters are 50/50 on whether or not they're shady or not, so be careful." ...That felt a bit redundant. Was it redundant? Either way, the bug and Hisato proceeded to the table and listened to Pickle lay down a plan, while a...puppy came in and hopped in on Charles' lap. ... Scarab waved at the Plotmon.
"Hi. Welcome to Hog Committee. We're trying to strategize on how to deal with hogs." The worm spoke. Hisato blinked at that, before clearing his throat.
"I was thinking of trying to lure it somewhere secluded and into a pitfall if we can make one. Plus, like Pickle said, we could try alternating plans. Or try the noise-making solution if that works at all...We do need all the information we can get, though. That much is certain. Does...the pupper know what's going on?" What about Arakan? Did she have anything to add to this?
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