To The Digital World! [Me and Soveliss]

”I don’t see why you had to do that y’know.” Takara exhaled, an accompanying Spadamon currently chewing on whole apple, spitting out pips on occasion.

”What’a’ya talking about, I got us all lunch, didn’t I?” The bravado still hadn’t worn off, as small chunks of apple spewed out of the digimons mouth when he spoke. He was quite proud of the apple.

”I don’t see why you had to steal it though, we had money, and you didn’t even do it quietly, you just started shouting, grabbed stuff and ran.”[/color]

”If I may interject, perhaps what Madame Takara means, is that not everything has a requistion for such action. Perhaps sometimes what we require to succeed is some civility and a more dignified approach.”

”Aw, y’all are just jealous I didn’t get anything for you, good apples though.” The Spadamon grinned, finally finishing off the apple. ”Tasty.”

Takara sighed, there was no point in trying to reason with the digimon, he was too adamant to be able to admit that he might be in the wrong. It was one of his many faults, but probably one of the more prominent ones. She’d still need to beat a level of restraint into him at some point.

They’d been in the city for a very short while, apparently Whisker was insisting on showing her all the sites and such. Really it was just a pain, but Whisker had insisted, and it was annoying when he didn’t get his way. Plus he was persistent.

Then, in a fairly chaotic scene, she found herself dived on, and shoved quickly to one side by the Spadamon. As her temper flared, and her face reddened, she realised that there was not a train where she’d happened to have been standing just seconds previously. The scamp had managed to save her life. Not that she’d let him know that.

”Thanks.” She mumbled, before she prepared to stare down whoever happened to be in the train. Time to play the blame game.

”You just nearly ran me over.”[/color] She announced as the boy appeared from the door, after establishing that she wasn’t going to get eaten by a dinosaur in a train.

”Hey, I’ll not stand for you giving the Lady any hassle over her looks. She’s got much more important things, we have much more important things to do that have to deal with any such enquiries, and I do not care to have to listen to such remarks.” Ha, that’d show him, Whisker had long ago taken to fending of any and all potential suitors for Takara, since he needed her for much more important business. She was – apparently – the key to his fortunes, and the ability of him to acquire a sizeable battalion of the finest warriors.

Takara had taken to simply ignoring such rants, typically they involved some kind of accidental insult at her expense, and since Whisker showed absolutely no willingness to bother learning not to insult her in the process, it was simply a load of effort more than she was willing to put in to bother training him not to. Besides, she still had her blame game to play, and given the nervous fluster of this boy, is was going to be fun.

”Uh what? You should start with apologising. It’d do you some good to actually get some words out y’know.” Pick on his inability to speak, good, the boy hadn’t even managed get a proper sentence out yet.

”Madame, perhaps you should be less cruel, it doesn’t suit me well for you to be so…..aggressive.” Quick didn’t really approve of these actions, but whatever Takara felt like doing she did. It was quite an experience, watching the stubbornness of the girl grind eternally against the sheer chaos of Whisker. They almost complimented each other, in a balancing sort of way.

”Shh, I’m dealing with this.” Takara whispered back. She was in control at the minute.

”As you request.”

OOC: Just a friendly reminded that we generally expect posts to be around 200 words for a minimum. If you need something else to write about, try describing your characters thoughts, since you didn’t do that too much.

Takara eyed the boy suspiciously when he applied the goggled. Uh. That was infuriating. Goggles meant she couldn’t stare him down, and this was the sort of thing she just wouldn’t stand for. ”And remove those stupid goggles, you look like a twat.” There, blunt and probably enough to crumble some self esteem away. She didn’t feel nasty about all this, she’d nearly been hit by a train. Yeah, she was the victim here, not this boy. He tried to speak again, this time actually managing to articulate a couple of sentences. And apparently he, Kevin was willing to try and apologise for the whole ‘running her over’ thing. Good, she’d be sure to extort as much as he could from this Kevin.

”You can buy me lunch, I’m hungry.” She wasn’t in the mood to be giving out her name to strangers, especially ones she wasn’t particularly fond of. ”Not him though, he’s eaten already.” She said, gesturing to Whisker, who was currently eying up the boy.

The Spadamon was conflicted, and strangely silent. Takara was doing her whole ‘I don’t need no help’ thingy, and while he was just typically happy he wasn’t being scolded for one of his masterful plans, Takara could do better to be a little nicer. He’d do a good enough job of preventing any mischievous characters from hanging around.

”What are you waiting from then, eh?”

”That’s better.” Takara was quite happy with that result. Putting on goggles randomly was stupid, and she wasn’t going to be caught talking to someone wearing them without a proper reason. Albeit the only reason she was still talking was to try and extort lunch out of this socially awkward boy, but she was feeling hungry, and willing enough to put up with mumbles in exchange for food. And given the level of disdain she had for Kevin presently, with his nearly running her over and whatnot, scaring him into silence would be nice.

The blob thingy decided to shout at her at this point, which was pointless. Clearly it didn’t notice her companions, or was on a suicide mission. Whisker took a step to intercept it, at least prone to bothering to defend her from what could hardly be perceived as a threat. The Spadamon drew is sword, pointing the stabby bit right at the digimon.

”You shall address the lady formally, or not at all.” He liked this sort of protective assignment, it was fun to point swords at things.

The boy fell over, and Takara started to laugh. This was almost comical, the series of errors hitting a level she just found a little too much. Perhaps if he was going to fall over, and be as obviously stupid, she could drag him along a little

”Come on, dirt isn’t particularly appetising. I know where the market is if you can pick yourself up again.”

”Hey, you! Get your hands of my swords, it’s mine, mine I tell you!” Whisker began to swing the sword in a haphazard manner, more interested in protecting his sword than he was in preventing an accident. This was so unfair and such cheating. You couldn’t just grab a sword, it didn’t give him the time to respond.

”And he disrespected the lady.”

Then the digimon evolved, still tiny, but evolved.

”And now it’s growing!” OK, maybe he understood why, but it was still a time of panic, and sword swinging.

”Whisker.”

”General Whisker.”

”Whatever, perhaps you should put your sword away before you CHOP OF MY LEGS!” A rather fuming Takara had been required to jump back a little from the commotion, painfully aware of the high level of accidents which occurred whenever a mess like this commenced.

A disgruntled Spadamon complied, muttering something under his breath about Takara being a spoilsport, and never letting him have any fun.

”An evolution, how curious a spectacle. Tell me little one, how do you feel? Stressed, energetic, refreshed?” Quick broke from his silence, more interested in the evolution process. He had long been assembling various theories about how the whole system actually worked, and here he was presented with a fresh witness, who could relay the whole experience to him immediately. Such fresh knowledge.

Takara on the other hand, was less impressed she was being ignored.

”Hey, you!, Lunch, you owe me. Remember?”