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This Is What Your Life Is Like... [Hunt] [Shichi/Taka]
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Post by Shichiro on Jan 25, 2016 5:29:21 GMT
It was the weekend. It was cool, but you warmed up quickly in the sun. Shichiro had called Takahiro early (It wasn't. It was before noon, which was early for Shichi) and asked him and Petermon to come out to the forest. They were going to practice some fencing, and he thought they could make a fun day of it. He'd brought a blanket and some snacks dad had packed for them in his duffel bag with his foils. He'd discovered PawnChessmon could take on a lesser form if they needed to travel inconspicuously, but he was all too happy to resume his preferred form the minute they were safely behind the tree line. They were waiting for Takahiro to arrive; Gawain held a spare foil and proved to be an able fencer, despite having almost no legs to speak of. He even offered Shichiro some helpful pointers, although he was pretty sure shield-bashing wasn't allowed.
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Post by Shichiro on Jan 26, 2016 5:27:48 GMT
Having finally convinced Gawain to store his shield and spear on his back, Shichiro fenced casually with his partner digimon, this new friend. Neither exerted themselves hard, but Gawain put him through a series of comfortable defensive parries and then he attacked, watching the PawnChessmon emulate. They alternated this pattern several times, Gawain demonstrating moves to Shichiro and he learning them, slowly. The digimon was a patient, if quiet teacher and Shichi a willing student. While they practiced, they talked.
"So you really don't know where the Chessmon Battlefield is?" Shichiro asked, not for the first time. "I am afraid not m'lord. 'Tis a place we see in our dreams as you did when you commanded us so well. We go there when it is time for our final battle. Or, sometimes, for our beginning."
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Post by Takahiro Evans on Jan 27, 2016 4:31:14 GMT
Takahiro does eventually show up, a few minutes late. How unusual! He seems a little tired, and is gliding through the air besides Petermon, surrounded by a thin golden aura. It dies off as he gently lands. Petermon's special Fairy Dusty power! Very useful!
"H-Hi Shichan. Gawain-San," Takahiro gives a respectful bow to the PawnChessmon. D'aww. How cute! Petermon touches down as well, folding his arms and watching the Rookie Digimon, and Takahiro's...uh. Whatever the word is.
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Post by Shichiro on Jan 27, 2016 4:42:06 GMT
Boyfriend, you sociopathic fairy. The word is 'boyfriend.' Shichiro and Gawain paused in their practice as Takahiro and Petermon approached, Shichi eyeing the golden aura with some keen interest. He looked down to Gawain. "You can't do anything like-" "No, m'lord." Gawain returned Taka's greeting with a short, stiff bow of his own, then mirrored the motion to Petermon. Shichiro set his foil aside and jogged over to embrace his boyfriend, leaning down for a quick enthusiastic kiss. Sure was fun doing that.
"I'm happy to see you, Takun. But you look tired. You okay?" Not quite removing his arms from around the younger boy, Shichiro leaned back to peer at his boyfriend with mild concern. See, Petermon. Not that hard. "DATS business?"
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Post by Takahiro Evans on Jan 27, 2016 4:45:29 GMT
Takahiro does managed to return the kiss quite eagerly, leaning against the older boy for as long as he can, yawning. "Y-yeah. I was up half the night. Petermon, um. Petermon and I ended up chasing a stealthy Digimon called Renamon. She led us in circles for hours. We'd've, um. We'd've been here sooner, but we had to drop BlackAgumon back at h-home,"
D'aww. Poor guys.
"So, um. What's up?" He looks up at Shichiro with admiration in his eyes, ready for anything that his boyfriend might have to throw at him!
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Post by Shichiro on Jan 27, 2016 5:09:41 GMT
"Here come sit down," Shichiro suggested, leading Takahiro over to the tree where he'd set up the blanket and basket. Kind of like their first date, actually... Reaching into the basket, Shichi withdrew drinks- what else but grape soda, of course. He grabbed a water bottle for himself and sprawled out on the blanket. "Maybe you need a partner or something to pick up some of the workload."
He twisted the cap off his bottle and took a drink; he'd worked up a light sweat going through the fencing routine with Gawain. "I came out to practice with Gawain. I thought we could spend some time together, let our 'mon stretch their legs a little too.. of course, yours floats everwhere. And mine doesn't actually have legs to stretch. Just feet, so..." He chuckled, rambling a little senselessly but thrilled with the quality of company.
Gawain meanwhile approached Petermon, foils in hand and offering one to his fellow digimon. "Shouldst you like to take up arms, for sport of course?"
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Post by Takahiro Evans on Jan 28, 2016 17:10:17 GMT
Takahiro is quite happy to sit down after being up so late, and leans against Shichiro as he pops open the soda, and takes a looooong drink, "Maybe. Like I s-said, there were three of us last night, anyway. It, um. It didn't get complicated until she Digivolved. Not far from here, I guess,"
"Good job BlackAgumon was there," He lets his head fall back against Shichiro's shoulder, grateful for some more time to relax, "I'd like that. Are you still, um. Still h-hiding Gawain from your family?"
Petermon eyes the much shorter Digimon, and shrugs, taking the foil and making some experimental swings with it. Nothing like his own perfect blades, but it'll suffice! "If you wish."
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Post by Shichiro on Jan 28, 2016 18:55:17 GMT
"Yeah. I haven't figured out how to have the whole 'Digimon' conversion with my parents yet. And I keep thinking Kiyoshi's figured it out, the way he talks about Gawain. He's just playing pretend though." Is he, Shichiro? The boy adjusted his position so he could loop an arm around Taka's waist and leaned in to plant a tender kiss on his head. "I like it when you call me 'Shichan'," he murmured with a smile in his voice.
Gawain nodded happily when Petermon took the foil and clinked back a few steps to take his position. "Excellent. Have at thee then," Gawain declared with a flourishing salute of his weapon. He raised it to a defensive position, held near his body for control. The tiny warrior settled his stance, clearly waiting for his opponent to make this first move.
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Post by Takahiro Evans on Jan 28, 2016 19:02:29 GMT
Takahiro grins, resting his own arms atop Shichiro's, "I could p-park Greymon in the front yard, if you like. That, um. Th-that might distract them, and make Gawain's reveal easier," He has a point. Not a good one. "I like it when you call me 'Takun',"
Petermon begins his attack! His swings are wide and unpredictable. He's clearly not used to fighting with a sword like this one. Or dueling with someone so much shorter. That he's not trying to kill. Hah.
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Post by Shichiro on Jan 29, 2016 2:43:50 GMT
"So do I," Shichiro admitted tenderly, squeezing Takahiro just a little closer. "But I don't think Mom and Dad would handle Godzilla on the lawn well." He looked over to Gawain and Petermon, laughing at the former backpedaling, mounting a textbook-perfect defense and still losing ground to the taller, longer-reached, more agile Petermon. He took a drink of water and set the bottle to the side, freeing that hand up to encircle his boyfriend even further in the embrace. Entwining his fingers with those of Takahiro's nearest hand, Shichi traced circles on the boy's palm with his thumb while he watched their digimon 'fence' in quiet contemplation.
It's immediately obvious that Gawain is the better fencer. It's also immediately obvious that Petermon isn't fencing. The PawnChessmon attempted to lunge forward and score a hit when he noticed an opening, but it is rather difficult to outmaneuver someone with legs. And a longer reach. And the ability to float. Still, the little guy was giving it his all and he held his own fairly good-naturedly, even though fencing was definitely not supposed to include flight.
"Since you had a long night," Shichi thought quietly. "We could go back to your place. Or mine. Cuddle up somewhere and watch movies or something quiet and relaxing." He grinned. "Long as I can spend it with you."
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Post by Takahiro Evans on Jan 29, 2016 23:04:55 GMT
“Maybe not. I think they, uh. I think they could handle Gawain though,” Takahiro wriggles around a little, getting comfortable, “although I, uh. I d-don't know your parents, I suppose. When can I meet your, um. Meet your family, Shichan?” Oh, this subject again. Good. He squeezes the other boy's hand as their fingers become entwined, and giggles a little as the other boy traces circles on his palm.
Petermon may not be the better fencer, but he's certainly a hell of a lot faster, no doubt because he's a Champion level Digimon. The competition continues, with Petermon making wild swings and dodging around like a madman!
“Mm. Th-that sounds like fun, Shichan. Maybe we can, um. Maybe we can stop off and get some burger fir--...” He blinks, as something starts beeping in his pocket. He wriggles around and fishes it out, looking at the screen. An emerging Digimon signal nearby. A powerful one...
“T-trouble,” He points in the direction of the signal, and tries to get to his feet, “Petermon!”
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Post by Shichiro on Jan 31, 2016 5:54:12 GMT
Shichiro released Takahiro and joined his boyfriend in rising, his expression a little alarmed. "What kind of trouble?" Gawain dropped his foil onto the the gear bag and slipped his spear and shield in hand, trotting close to his partner, ready for action. He didn't have to wait long for it either; before Taka could begin to answer a high-pitched roar shook the trees, followed by a pair of panicked screams. A ways ahead of them a boy and a girl between Shichi and Taka's ages burst onto the path, screaming and sprinting wildly. Like they were running for their oh my god what is that.
"Holy crap!" Shichiro shouted when a large, red-skinned dinosaur burst from the trees. Now they knew what had roared. It opened its jaws, not roaring this time but burping a great gout of flame it pointed at the running children. "Gawain!" The PawnChessmon leaped after his partner as Shichi sprinted towards the kids. The digimon kept up impressively at first, his metallic feet whirling under his body as he went the running human. He began to fall behind as the red dinosaur 'mon reared back, shouting "Pyro Blaster" as it heaved the gout of flame at the kids. "Look out!"
Shichiro dove, stretching his long limbs to drive the boy and girl to the ground, his body falling over them in a meager protection. He closed his eyes and felt the approaching heat, knowing he hadn't knocked them far enough away... "Valiant Shield!"
They.... weren't dead. Shichiro opened his eyes and gasped; Gawain stood in front of them, feet planted in the dirt, his shield raised high and glowing brightly, casting a half-dome between them and the red digimon that still smoldered with a few stray licks of flame. The rogue digimon cocked its head to one side, surprised at the still-standing little Chessmon.
And then the dome faded and Gawain slumped, and Shichiro noticed the scorch marks over his armor. He was hurt.
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Post by Takahiro Evans on Feb 1, 2016 4:49:19 GMT
“Petermon, M-2,” Takahiro yells out as he sees Gawain take the hit. He needs to buy them some time...
"Midnight Fantasia," Petermon emits an ethereal whistling to restrain the Growlmon and buy them a few seconds. It looks powerful. Takahiro examines it with his Digivice IC. Yeah. Champion level. And decently powerful at that. Those teens are...nnh. Better they know about Digimon than get killed. “P-Petermon, protect those kids!”
Not the best decision. Because now it's just a little white knight against a colossal dragon. Takahiro goes to grab Shichiro's hand and help him up, “K-Keep it together...” is he talking to Shichiro, or himself?
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Post by Shichiro on Feb 1, 2016 5:46:09 GMT
Shichiro nodded gratefully to Takahiro for his assistance as he clambered to his feet, squeezing the boy's hand before turning with a concerned eye to his partner. "Gawain?" His voice cracked, looking over the smoldering, cracked ivory metal of his armor. "Sire. I... eh. I have had worse, sire." Their attention was diverted as a high-pitched roar shook the trees. Growlmon was breaking free. "Gawain, what do we... what do we do?" "We fight, my lord. 'Tis the only thing we can. Protect the innocent." Shichiro nodded, his expression setting with determination. "I'm with you," he assured the Chessmon, gripping his digivice tightly. And then something amazing happened. White light burst from the screen, enveloping the Chessmon as it emitted a dial-tone shriek. Gawain was wrapped in the shifting lights... "PawnChessmon digivolve to...." The light wrapped around his form in an egg-shaped cocoon of digicode. The cocoon expanded as the form inside it formatted, growing stronger and turning Shichiro's partner into... something else. The cocoon disintegrated into little shards of light, and standing before them was- "KnightChessmon!" Gawain's metallic ivory armor had grown into a centauroid shape, leaving him a four-legged mounted warrior so tall Shichi's head came up to his hips. His white and gold armor gleamed, and the mechanical warrior turned to regard Shichiro with eyes he somehow recognized. "Gawain, you're..." "Stronger, m'lord, thanks to you. Might I have permission to engage the fiend?" Shichiro blinked. And then grinned, pumping the fist holding his digivice. "Yeah, Gawain! Show that thing what a knight can do!" Gawain needed no further invitation. He bowed his head and conjured a massive, heavy dart he held under his arm like a lance and charged for the Growlmon, even now breaking free of Petermon's power. "Knight Lancer!"
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Post by Takahiro Evans on Feb 1, 2016 5:55:02 GMT
Takahiro doesn't have much to contribute, since Petermon's busy. Still! Gawain managed to digivolve. Excellent. That should tip things in their favor. He pulls his Digivice IC back out and runs a scan of KnightChessmon, reading aloud what he learns. Sharing is caring, after all!
"KnightChessmon, White Variant. P-Puppet-type, um, Champion-Level Digimon," He nods, scrolling down a little further, "Fast, and powerful. His Lancer, uh. Lancer Volley attack can fell almost any Digimon,"
Look at you. Mister Wikipedia.
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