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Post by Ren (恋) on Aug 22, 2014 11:24:18 GMT
The fields of the Network Plains were very beautiful, Ren noted to himself as he continued buzzing along, still in his (embarrassingly, female) Digimon form. He was following behind his brother after a particularly nasty event that went on just a little bit prior―maybe three or so minutes, by Ren's judgement―and he was a little sore about it even still (even though it should be his brother that was sore and not him―after all, Ren wasn't the one that got thwacked in the stomach). He had a bit of a scowl on his face since the event, one which was starting to disappear the more time passed since the event. The Strabimon was so casual about it. So casual about attacking his brother! At the very least, his anger did let him keep in mind the locations the other Digimon told them to consider: Rust Port, possibly. Spartan Training Grounds, Hardware Den, definitely. He didn't know where either of those two were, but he would keep them in mind, at least. He continued along before he decided that they were probably far enough away that those two wouldn't catch onto any conversation―checking behind him, the Trailmon Terminal was pretty distant―then upped his pace to gently take some of his brother's shirt in his hand and tug to get his attention. MADE BY ★MEULK OF GS & THQ |
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Post by Deleted on Aug 24, 2014 6:58:38 GMT
| Kazuo's mind was swimming after that short confrontation with that tamer and their Strabimon. He seemed to be dumping information on them—information they needed—but suddenly turned physical on the two. Honestly, the both of them didn't end up seriously injured or anything, but it was enough to insult Kazuo, who felt it better to run off than stick around and be patient for any more of that nonsense. He could figure out stuff about the Digital World on his own; talking to anyone in the first place was probably just a dumb call.
Miffed, Kazuo soon slowed down and flipped through his notebook to refer to the map that Ferrari and his Strabimon detailed for them. "Freezeland" he assumed was to the north, "Desert of No Water" to the left, "Forest" to the right—er, west and east—and some nice vacation place to the south? He wished that Ren would have left more notes for him on the places, since this account was truncated severely. He wanted to visit that dome, in all honesty, but even that tamer didn't know what was inside... from what Ren told him.
Did Ren even tell him everything that he needed to know? Ugh. If he had any way to be more self-sufficient...
He automatically checked his back, wondering if his brother had come scrambling after him. Yeah... seemed it. He turned his head back to the notepad for a bit, wanting to make him feel a little ignored (he knew his dumb older brother would get lonely easily) until he felt a tug at his clothes. Okay, that's a fine cue. He turned to face Ren, offering him the notepad and pencil tucked in its binder rings. Though he did occasionally try to use his voice to aid communication between him and Ren, he wasn't feeling it so much right now. Maybe he'd let his brother explain himself first. |
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Post by Ren (恋) on Aug 24, 2014 7:21:00 GMT
...right, he was only a handful of inches taller than the notebook, wasn't he.Ren paused with a bit of a look on his face before he reached for the pencil, taking it out of the binder with some small effort. He hated being this small. In fact, he hated being this small more than he hated being a girl. If he had to choose between the two, he'd choose being a girl, no matter how embarrassing it was―he just wanted to be any height that wasn't just above that of a 2-liter bottle. Yeah, that could be on his wishlist. "Santa, please give me a Digimon form that isn't small enough to fit into a dollhouse for Christmas." Yeah.Well, how does he phrase this. It was either Divo or Evil-werewolf-monster-mon that said that running was the best way to get rid of energy so that you could get out of this form, but if he got rid of that strength, he wouldn't be able to perform his magical girl transformation, which might be extremely necessary if they ended up being tailed by something aggressive. That would be bad. Very bad, actually. Hm.It would probably be better to leave Kazuo defenseless instead of leaving him to take care of an out-of-shape moron while being defenseless much further away from safety than he is. He could only hope that he would have an idea on how to get home without him―did the Trailmon need Digivices for both coming and going or was it fine with just one confirmation, round-trip? He didn't check―but it was probably better if Ren didn't slow him down. Maybe he could just wear himself out buzzing around the terminal and wait for him there. Yeah, that was probably best.(so those guys said that you can only end this sort of transformation by wearing yourself out by, say, running, but if I get worn out I'll just be dead weight following you around in this sort of overpowered Minecraft world gen blender. Up to you if I should go back to the terminal and let you explore or if I should follow you around) he wrote, scribbling as quickly as he could without ruining legibility. (also if you decide to shoo me off don't get eaten by fire breathing indian dinosaurs please) MADE BY ★MEULK OF GS & THQ |
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Post by Deleted on Aug 24, 2014 10:20:10 GMT
| Kazuo folded his arms, waiting for Ren to finish his scribbling in the notebook. He was surprised that he was able to actually hold it, considering his current size, but he didn't complain. At least Ren struggling to hold it was enough to satisfy Kazuo's vengeful streak for now. Once his brother was done with the notebook, Kazuo took it back to inspect what he had written. Ren's handwriting was pretty bad, but then again, all handwriting is pretty bad when you're writing fast (and can hardly hold either the writing implement or the paper).
"Mm," he began, testing the waters with his voice, "I don't wreally care. I'm gonna explore whether you want me to o' not. If you think you're gonna be dead weight, then do whatever. Keep yourself safe, at least. You're rweally bad at that." That wasn't an exaggeration. Kazuo was very sure that he was all but destined to be the older child, considering how much tougher than his older brother that he seemed to be. He really wanted to watch out for him, just because Ren was an idiot, but maybe it was best to just let him go. "Actually, let's get you to the Twailmon station." He paused. "Cown chips. Cown chips."
Agh, yeah, his lips weren't quite right. Kazuo furrowed his brow. Speaking wasn't clicking well with him today, which only served to further irritate him. How did anybody do this so easily? Why were there so many rules about lip and tongue placement? Ugh. "Cownn chips. CORN chips. CORN. CHIPS. Corn chips. Let's get you to the Trailmon station and see how it goes, have you fly a few laps, drop you off at home or whatever. I dunno if our phones work here, but how about I just try to get home by 8 and see how that goes?" |
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Post by Ren (恋) on Aug 24, 2014 10:48:12 GMT
Ren read over his message and nodded, giving a thumbs up. He did like the idea that he would be able to keep tabs on his brother up until he ended up having to leave―after all, he was supposed to be the older one and therefore the one to protect him or some jazz. Not that Kazuo needed protecting―if anything, Ren needed more protection than Kazuo did, which was a bit silly if Ren could have a say in it. Well, whatever, Kazuo could bring him back to the Trailmon Terminal and Ren would devolve and they could go back home, then Ren could wave him off. That was fine. Ren nodded again, then turned to go back to the station, which was a good bit away. Maybe it was better that he was a dumb pixie or something. If he was thinking right, he would have to wear himself thin trying to devolve, and since running was the best way to do it, he'd thank himself and whatever cruel RNG Digimon god was behind his sprite form's wings once he had to ship himself home. Thinking on it, the more the maneuverability, the more energy spent, right? He felt pretty agile on his wings, and he could easily make them buzz quicker than his eyes could follow (attempting this proved that he could easily shoot up a few feet in the air, followed by a sharp drop of the same distance as he attempted to lose the sudden altitude), so... hmm. Yeah, he'd probably be glad he didn't use feet when the time came he did need his feet, huh... Well, he continued on to the not-too-distant Trailmon Terminal. MADE BY ★MEULK OF GS & THQ |
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