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The Rusty Deal [ope/Pega]
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Post by triteam on Sept 19, 2014 15:53:07 GMT
The place was a pile of crap indeed. At least in Joseph`s opinion. He was to meet with another of those "single letter name" dudes, T. Why or how they choose those letters was impossible to decipher, and honestly Jospeh didn`t care. He just wanted to get the deal done and over with. Around him his partner Chronomissimon buzzed, and his other partner Minomon, was still complaining in the bag. So, the usual rotine.
Of course, besides the ruins tons of digimon wandered here and there repairing what Joseph assumed was once they`re beloved city. Joseph imagined they were afraid of T, since with all this witnesses, someone with his reputation would not go unnoticed, or unanswered unless everyone was too afraid to stand up to him.
Jospeh advanced with Chronomissimon by his side. Ìn they`re deals Chronomissimon had done a very good job in a persuassive manner, despite of how much Minomon despised the idea. Still, a lot could go wrong, so they`d have to be very carefull with everything they did or they`d end up worse than the city around them. That`s what you get when you`re trying to make something as dangerous as what he was trying to do.
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Post by Ankh the Overlord on Sept 19, 2014 16:41:52 GMT
[ENTER]
A Hawkmon loitered around the Rustport Town, which still need a couple of rebuilds. He nommed on an ice cream, particularly a blueberry flavor. He was bored, with nothing he accomplished to have someone to do his bidding. He wanted more power, to be complete. But none of the Digimons and humans heed his word.
But Ankh, the Hawkmon didn't care. All he need to do was to keep looking for someone strong enough to bark orders to. But of course, it didn't have to be an idiot. He then spotted a human boy nearby with his Minomon and Chronomissimon. Now he ran into a weakling again. It wasn't his lucky day, so, he got more headache.
"Che, here we go again." Ankh grimaced. His red, eerie humanoid right hand was itching to rake someone nearby.
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Post by triteam on Sept 19, 2014 16:48:11 GMT
As Joseph walked down town, thinking about how happy he would be when the deal was done, Chronomissimon patted him on the choulder to call his attention.
"Yeah?" Joseph asked, turning to the flying missile digimon.
"I think I saw someone looking at us and facepalming. he might be assossiated with our guy, T." Chronomissimon answered, poiting at a nearby digimon eating some ice cream. "Should we go?"
"Yes, indeed. Well spoted, Chronomissimon."
"I could have spoted it too, Joseph, if you let me out." thhr Minomon complained from the partially open bag. Jospeh thought best to just ignore her. He didn't want yet another pointless argument. He pointed his D-3 at the digimon. It revealed to be a hawkmon, a rookie digimon. Joseph knew some of the people he dealed with had chains of underlings, all weaker than the last to mantain control. Maybe this was one of those underlings.
"Hi there!" Joseph said, approaching the hawkmon. How are we doing today? I am looking for a friend of mine. He goes by the name "T". Have you seen him around?"
Joseph was hoping the hawkmon worked for the guy. Sometimes the people Joseph dealed with were so dumb they managed to give him they're criminal names and Joseph almost got caught trying to deal with them.
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Post by Ankh the Overlord on Sept 19, 2014 17:31:03 GMT
The boy then walked to him and looking for someone named "T" out of blue. Ankh just dumbfounded that the boy asked him about someone named T. T? Who is T? A person of some sort? Is there anyone with such name, seriously?
"Huh? T? Who is he? And what the hell are you talking about?" Ankh asked back. "I don't remember knowing a guy named "T"."
Ankh then continued nomming his ice cream before turning to the boy and his Digimons, "If you don't need me any more or you're deaf to my answer earlier, then piss off, weakling. I don't need wimps like you."
Ankh then turned away from them before took another bite of the ice cream. He then added, "I need someone strong to achieve my full power. And you don't qualify. What an eyesore."
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Post by triteam on Sept 19, 2014 17:54:39 GMT
When Joseph heard that the hawkmon didn't even know who "T" was he was really disappointed. Nit only that ment the hawkmon wasn't gonna bring them to him, but also "T" wasn't even famous around here where he lived, so Joseph had to wonder if the guy would actually have any importance to them.
And then the hawkmon dared call him a weakling and tell him to push off. Who did this guy think he was? Joseph could have hit him, but he controlled himself. This wasn't the time to do something like that.
"How dare you call us weak..." Minomon complained, expressing Joseph's thoughts, but Chronominomon flyer to the bag and hit her, causing her to shut, clearly trying to stop herself from crying in front of this hawkmon. Minomon didn't want to seem weak. The hawkmon revealed his intentions and Chronomissimon spoke.
"So... Power, eh? You know, this T guy is said to have quite a deal of that. That's why we're looking for him. Maybe you could stay with us as our bodyguard, I mean you're obviously much stronger than us, so maybe if you helped us you might end up finding the kind of power you're looking for and we'll help cut a deal to get it. What do you say? Also, we still haven't heard your name yet, and I'm sure it's a great, glorious name." Chronomissimon told the hawkmon. Joseph tried very hard to just nod, concentrating on not punching that hawkmon right there.
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Post by Ankh the Overlord on Sept 19, 2014 18:24:10 GMT
The jerk-arse Hawkmon revealed his true intentions, and the offer of joining the so-called weaklings interested him a bit. He wanted power, and this was a great deal that would totally benefit him. However, there was one problem: Ankh didn't like to work with or for the others. He wanted all the power by himself, and no one could have them. In other words, Ankh simply didn't trust them. However, to work along with the weaklings wasn't so bad...
"Fufufu... Mwa-HAHAHAHA...!" Ankh chuckled, before letting out a... mad laughter. He was amused that the offer was kind of interesting, and what's interesting was that was the same offer he had used on a bunch of kids. "Guess what? I offered the weakling kids I've met with the very same offer you gave to me. The result? ZERO! They're very thick-headed to take orders, and yeah, I just end up drifted from the top of food chain. By the way, I'm Ankh. I dunno why I'm named with the very artifact that is told to bring life in Egyptian Myth, but I think I understand what it means, I'm gonna live forever, stronger!"
Ankh clenched his eerie right fist, with the lustful look visible in his eyes, as well as desire for more power. The power to rule, dominate, and to live forever.
"I'll play along with your little plan, but there's condition." Ankh told the ChronoMissimon. "I don't want all my hardwork is stolen wholly by that T-Bone guy. If he do so, I'll make sure he's gonna suffer. Ankh added coldly.
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Post by triteam on Sept 19, 2014 18:57:41 GMT
The mad laughter and small story the Hawkmon released didn't serve to cheer Joseph or Minomon, in fact they added to they're lists of that day's frustations. Still, they both kept quiet.
Chronomissimon, on the other hand, loved the condition the hawkmon imposed. Even if T didn't want to take part in their deal either he indeed had an army with which to defend himself from the hawkmon or the he didn't and the hawkmon could take care of him. Either way it would be one less problem for Joseph. It was a win-win-win situation.
"Very well, we accept your condition, great Ankh! We don't yet know where T might be, but you around to help I'm sure no one will stand in our way." Chronomissimon answered Ankh. "And I do agree with those looks of yours you will live forever." Chronomissimon turned to Joseph "Where shall we go next, master?"
"Ankh, tell me is there here that provide general information or something of the sort?" Joseph asked the hawkmon. "We need to find this T guy quickly as we have a contract to sign with him."
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Post by Ankh the Overlord on Sept 20, 2014 4:36:17 GMT
Ankh smirked, knowing that he would get to meet this T guy. With that, he could challenge him and absorb his data for himself. Looks like h could use this weakling for a while. But of course, Ankh wasn't very trustworthy, so be careful. He could backstab people if he wanted to.
"Fine with me. I can kick that T-backed butt anyway. I can curbstomp him easily." Ankh said. "To think about the info we need, I still don't know about this T guy, let alone anything or anyone know about him."
Ankh ate the last bite of his ice cream before throwing away the wooden stick from the ice cream. Ge then flapped his wings so he could fly a bit. Now to find an informant... "Ï think a Chuumon's found loitering by here. But I fon't think he's anywhere here."
"Ëxcuse me! Are you looking for T the Mafia?" A voice asked out of nowhere. "Who is it?!" Ankh retorted.
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Post by triteam on Sept 20, 2014 8:25:35 GMT
Ankh really seemed confident he could beat T. Maybe a bit too confident. Still, as long as that attitude didn't disturb things before the contract was signed Joseph would be just fine. Still, it was a shame Ankh didn't know anybody who knew T or so he thought until the hawkmon mentioned a certain Chuumon.
"Wait, I thought you said..." Joseph was saying prior to being interrupted by a voice behind, asking if they were looking for T, the mafia. Joseph faceplamed himself. So T WAS one of the idiots who gave away they're criminal names just like that. Everyone looked at the digimon and Joseph pointed his D-3 at it and scanned it before answering, as Ankh asked who this newcomer was.
"Hmmm..." Joseph replied " Yeah we're looking for him. Do you know his current location? We have a deal to make with him, and he told us to look for him here in rustport, "the city that broke down" as he calls it.
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Post by Ankh the Overlord on Sept 20, 2014 15:43:55 GMT
A Chuumon then jumped into the group, startling Ankh. The mouse Digimon sure know how to make people surprised, or worse, die in heart attack. He wanted to share an information, but of course, he wouldn't give it it anyway. Ankh frowned, that the Rookie appeared out of blue.
"You! What are you doing here!" Ankh demanded. "Grumpy as usual, birdy?" Chuumon asked. "You seem not taking any exercises for a while." "Shut up! We want to meet this T guy. Do you know him?" "Oh? T the Mafia? He's setting up a drug business, but I'm still in the dark about his whereabouts, sorry."
Enraged, Ankh frowned and grabbed Chuumon's neck, as if he was about to strangle him. He took no nonsense, and jokes wasn't his favorite. That Hawkmon was a serious, or just very temperament, as he didn't know well how to take jokes.
"Don't give me a crap! I know you're underground informant, and there's no way you can't provide us an info about T, understand?!" Ankh growled tendentiously at the mouse Digimon, with angered look at his eyes. "Get off me...! Ack!" The Chuumon coughed, as Ankh's strangling narrowed his breathing, and his throat. "I want you to tell where is T!" "But... ack... cough, cough! How I can tell you... if you strangle me like that? Cough!"
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Post by Palmon, The Vetina on Sept 20, 2014 20:51:01 GMT
Such a roundabout way to handle a search really, waiting in a whole other town while an ally scout out another area. She knew and understood why it was this way. In fact, she was the one who suggested it. But she didn't like having to do this. Besides, she was the better tracker.
This has nothing to do with this T fellow, by the way.
Vetina the Palmon walked about the in-progress New Rustport. However, her stay would be brief, and she didn't feel like aiding in the restoration work anyways. She was here because her cohort and friend, Betty, was seeking out info on a particular possessed Terriermon who has answers she sought. Said Terriermon, specifically the one who is possessing, could sense Vetina's unique data, as she could his. She risked tipping him off if she actively searched out for him, and here she was.
It was fairly boring, though, walking around in this heat... not that the temperature effected her much. Walking on by, she overheard the others speak. Well, if anything else, she could meddle in situations she had no business being in, so she made her way there. She saw them, most notably a bird choking a mouse.
"Asphyxia as a means to leafy beverages brews a blend of dedication or insanity, possibly one an off brand of the other. Being the case, if it were, my Tea is of tiers that tickle ye gods."
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Post by triteam on Sept 20, 2014 22:43:39 GMT
It seemed the digimon was chuumon, a digimon with a rather digusting attitude. Well, Joseph couldn't really call anyone disgusting, but still the attitude was in the very least... Annoying. So, Joseph really enjoyed seeing the hawkmon choke the chuumon to atain better information. And they might have gained that information, if not for the appearance of yet another stranger,one whose words seemed to be incrompreensible, especially when put together in what appeared to be a senseless sentence.
"What did she just say?" Joseph asked, worried he might be the only one to not understand the new digimon's words.
"I have no clue." Both his digimon said in chore, something they very, VERY rarely did. Joseph smiled with a silent laugther.
"And who might you be?" Chronomissimon asked the newcomer, cleary angry. His plans were going so well, so he was upset about having two new factors to consider, factors those that could turn the tide aginst him and his master, Joseph. "Do YOU know where T is?"
Joseph turned to the chuumon.
"Do you?" He asked the mouse digimon, trying to do something in this whole mess. He hoped this T guy was really worth all the effort or the hawkmon wouldn't be the only guy he'd have to answer to.
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Post by Ankh the Overlord on Sept 21, 2014 8:11:16 GMT
Ankh then undo his choking so Chuumon could breath easy and tell the whereabouts of T. This mouse sure had information of all things, including about T the Mafia. Ankh scoffed in anxiety, waiting for the rookie to spit out his information. If the mouse wouldn't start speaking, he'd get a solid punch on his cheeky snout.
"I'm just a passing through informant, remember that!" Chuumon introduced himself before telling them about this T guy. "Now I'mma tell ya about Don T, the Godfather of Narcotics. He's really slick and cunning, and his henchmen of equally fearsome! So if you get to meet them, you'll better run."
Ankh then noticed a pudgy Palmon talking about teas and stuff, which he obviously didn't buy. He just need relevant info, which could help him achieving his goal. So, there was no need to distract him, and don't even try. Otherwise, you'd end up being ash by Ankh's flames. And the plant seemed to be a nice fuel for his flames.
"Hey you! Yeah, you! Fat Palmon!" Ankh snapped, pointing at the Palmon. "What the f*ck are you talking about, pig?! Don't you see we're busy here!"
Ankh's trashtalk could offend the seemingly benevolent Palmon, if she wasn't that patient.
"He's at the Den right now! I don't know what he's planning, so be careful!" Chuumon warned. "And you, pal! You shouldn't be cocky about your powers! You just reached your ultimate level, but it's still far from complete!" "I know, right?"
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Post by Palmon, The Vetina on Sept 21, 2014 12:02:54 GMT
Well, it seemed that Vetina's appearance had caused a bit more ire from the others than expected, although she caused just as much confusion as she figured. Even Ankh had called her a fat Palmon. Which she was, technically. Given that she did just come and interrupt their interrogation, even if the insult wasn't of any real harm to her, she knew she deserved it. That being said, she made a motion, pointing to her eye and bringing her finger down, referencing the crying she wasn't doing,
"Oh my feelings. They bleed, and the solace of Ice Cream my only release."
She smiled, having said that sarcastically, before tending to the other digimon who had came up to her.
"In more relevance to now, Tea's a beverage, to my knowledge. Whomever your designated quarry, it's outside my current scope for definition. Nevertheless, my current situation's a plank of wood, so here you are, space invaded, as a means for me to wane the tedium.
So, what's your Tea? His taste seems foul and bitter, or of implications of poison. If not to be revealed to me, doesn't matter. This'll be a fair distraction."
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Post by triteam on Sept 21, 2014 17:17:32 GMT
Joseph was... Confused. Very confused. The newcomer was a terrible speaker when it came to making herself clear. Still, even behind her confusing sets of words, one could understand sarcasm. Joseph's desire to punch someone kept growing, a certain taste of sorrow filling his mouth as the digimon kept speaking of tea. The last time Joseph had tea, he was with his adopted parents, the last ones, whose amnesia he believed had been caused by DATS. The amnesia that drove him off the one good set of parents he had had, and that reigneted his hatred agaisnt the world.
Still, there were some good news. The chuumon had managed to stop itself from being a useless mouse as Hankh had managed to get out some info about T. It seemed he was a feared drug dealer, with equally as fearsome allies.
"I sure do hope I don't find this T guy and his bodyguards to be a group of deranged cutemons." Joseph said, but he justified his words afterwards, expecting a stunned reaction. "It happened before. Serously." Still, he was tired of the newcomer. He approached Ankh. "I suggest we ignore the palmon and go straight for business." He whispered and then he stood back "So tell me chuumon, where is T?"
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