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Welcome To The Undercity (Beast Spirit Hunt) (Alicia + Maia)
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Apr 16, 2016 5:28:00 GMT
"You sure this is the right place, bro?" Elliot asked, voice hushed.
"Has this thing ever lead us wrong?" Isaac countered hesitantly.
"No, but I mean, here? Really?"
"Do you think I want to believe it either?"
Isaac looked at his Digivice in disappointment, then looked back up at the yawning entrance of the Terminus City Sewers. He gave it an angry shake, hoping for a few answers. In return it simply beeped, indicating the presence of new spirits ahead. He tried to press all the other buttons on his Digivice, maybe hoping that they would have other functions triggering false positives on the device. Nope. No matter what buttons they hit, the Digivices were still strongly pointing them in the direction of the sewers.
"I don't want to go in there," Elliot said, steadfastly. "Nope. Nuh-uh. Never."
"Elliot, look at me," Isaac tried to respond. "What's more important? Being able to save the world? Or not getting a little bit smelly?"
"It's a sewe-"
"Yes, yes, I know it is," Isaac interrupted. "Do you think I'm looking forward to telling the others about this either? They're gonna look at me like I've got three heads. But we're gonna have to put up with this for now, it looks like, because I do not want these spirits falling into the wrong hands." Could they even do that? Isaac wasn't sure, but he knew a sewer was very likely going to have all sorts of vermin congregating in it. If Ulysses thought he could nab a spirit, what would be stopping them?
Most interesting, though, was the sign on top of the sewer. It looked terribly drawn, crayon on cardboard, and appeared to be depicting an unfamiliar Digimon. It flexed its wiggly drawn biceps and flashed its regal crown as it looked over the sewers, a warning emblazoned on top.
Beneath the sign was a small "banner." This one was marker on duct tape, a barely-legible "We Love The King Day Celebration" scrawled on it. It haphazardly sat beneath the sign, and seemed like a very recent addition.
Isaac looked at the sign cautiously. Maybe this place was going to be more than just some sewer after all. He hesitantly took out his phone and texted Maia and Alicia up, writing You guys aren't gonna like where we're going. We're at the Terminus Sewers right now.
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Post by Alicia Westfield on Apr 16, 2016 6:18:26 GMT
Oh lord. This required some experimentation. As Alicia had arrived in Terminus by Trailmon, the Spirit User was already pulling her D-Scanner out and preparing, though she kept her voice down to a whisper. "Ever flowing, ever changing. My soul is Steel in it's most malleable form. Beast Spirit Evolution!" Unseen by anyone as she phased her way into the crowd, Alicia's human body 'melted' for lack of a better term and grew in mass, which slithered along the floor as she finished sprouting all of her limbs for her current strongest form. "Mercurialdramon!"
As the now liquid dragon flowed towards the meet up point, she tried all kinds of mental tricks to see if this form, being as mutable as it was, could do something about the smell of the sewers. No way was she putting up with that kind of stench if she didn't have to. Luckily enough, she did find a way to do just that, blotting out the scent of everything going on around her. It was a welcome thing, even if restricting herself to four senses was a bit jarring.
It didn't take her much longer to find the two brothers. Even in a crowd of humans instead of Digimon, the two would be unmistakable. Hoping she didn't give them a scare, she gathered her viscous body up again and formed up. The Mercurialdramon was seated almost like a dog, ironically enough, and raised one hand to wave to Elliot and Isaac to get their attention.
"Hey! Sorry I took so long. Needed a bit of a detour to try things to avoid having to smell... well, whatever's down in the sewer of the Digital World. Turns out if it becomes a problem I can just shut off a sense or two as Mercurialdramon. Though... I'm sorry I can't do the same for anyone else..."
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Post by Maia on Apr 16, 2016 8:06:30 GMT
Having found a table to sit at in Terminus, Maia had a bowl of primarily sugar, with a small amount of broth, in front of her. Of course, it wasn't for her at all. Kuu already had his face buried in the bowl, trying to inhale the contents. "I still can't believe that you convince a noodle shop to give you a bowl of sugar with a single noodle in it," the tamer sighed, trying to look away from the sight of the 'food.' Oh well. Maybe it would give the little Digimon energy for their adventure.
Finally, the girl's phone buzzed to life, trying to stagger itself off of the table. Snatching it up, Maia went to read the text. "Ew," she groaned, slowly rising from her seat. The Digimon didn't even bother looking up, now racing to devour the contents of his bowl. "I hope feeding you right before this won't make you hurl," Maia commented, almost irritated. This caught the Kudamon's attention! Slowly, his head lifted to stare at his tamer, sugar powdering his face. Hurl? "We're going to the sewers, I guess?" This didn't sound fun. Maybe, she'd rather the Grotto, instead!
Without getting a chance to return to his food, the little fox felt his tamer lift him up and begin walking. "What's a sewer? What's wrong with hurling? Isn't that moving?" Wrong hurl, Kuu. But, Maia was too busy trying to get the sugar off his face. It was hard to see white on white!
At least it didn't seem hard to find the sewers. Especially judging by the progressively less pleased expression that the rookie wore. "My nose is on fire," he began, with a whine. "What makes that smell? Who would do that? It's bad! Make it stop!"
"Sorry, Kuu," the tamer tried to apologize between snickers. "That's what sewers smell like!" By now, he was surely understanding this 'hurl' term a bit better! Luckily, the sugar seemed to want to stay put in his stomach. Hopefully, it would for their entire trip.
It seemed that the entire stench was forgotten for the moment, though, as they met up with the group, and a mysterious Digimon was standing with Elliot and Isaac. Words escaped Maia, as she tried to think of some sort of comment to make on it, but Kuu was becoming either alarmed or excited, running in place on his tamer's shoulder. Gaping at the Mercurialdramon, the Digimon squealed out, "you're so cool! What are you?!"
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Apr 17, 2016 2:39:30 GMT
Isaac was taken off guard by the continuing utility of Mercurialdramon. "Wait, you can avoid this smell?" There would be jealousy in Isaac's face, if he wasn't too busy covering it to keep the horrible odors of the Terminus Sewers out of his nose. Elliot simply shot Alicia a pleading look, as if hoping that she'd somehow be able to save the two from this horrid odor. "Jeez, what I'd do for a form like that. Think Yasyamon's mask will keep that odor out any, Elliot?"
"Depends. Can you still breathe with it on?" Elliot responded.
"Damn, you're right. Better conserve my strength, then. Still, good to see you here, Alicia. Once Maia shows up, it'll be time for us to head off."
As if on cue, she did. Isaac walked up to Maia, smiling guiltily at her as he hugged her hello. "Well, I warned you this wasn't going to be fun," he said, trying to keep a light tone despite how displeased he was with his newest choice of adventure. "But hey, it's just a sewer. It can't be that big. I bet we'll be able to grab the spirit and run in no time. How about you? Been doing well lately?" They'd probably have to walk and talk, because Isaac wasn't going to be standing still in front of this awful stench any longer, but regardless he was always happy to have the chance to see Maia. It was way less awkward now that he had admitted his feelings, too!
"That's Alicia!" Elliot said, excitedly responding to Kuu's question. "She's got this new form where she's all liquidy, and can transform into stuff, and shift around like some kind of Terminator. It's so awesome!" Seemed like Kuu wasn't the only one fanfoxing around these parts. "I think these next spirits we're looking for are our beast forms, too. So maybe we'll end up looking just as cool as she does. Then maybe we can be heroes for real!" Sure, they had Orochimon and Sandiramon. But something about them just felt different compared to most of their spirits so far. Instead of full statues, like Yasyamon and Strikeramon, they were simply shards. There was no way they'd be as strong.
As the group walked, they would find the sewers to be perfectly ordinary. Cardboard banners displaying the same flexing figure lines the walls, Isaac lighting them up with his Digivice in hopes of them having important information or relevant directions. Nope. Just more poorly-drawn biceps. Ticker tape seemed to be bobbing in the stagnant water, as if the group was following after the remains of a parade explosion. Slowly the stench of garbage started to fizzle away, whether due to cleanliness or simply due to nose burnout. It was a very uneventful walk, occasionally punctuated by dramatic events such as having to turn a corner, or having to turn another corner, or occasionally having to turn two corners in swift succession. This was going to be an easy hunt for sure!
If there wasn't a freaking wall in their way. Elliot nearly bumped into it as he rounded the corner, Isaac holding up a hand to make sure the group noticed it was coming and stopped. Water passed beneath the wall through a small grate, leaving the bottom of the wooden door that capped the wall stained with sewage. It had an oddly medieval design, with castle parapets and small holes to serve as windows, but instead of stone was completely composed of junk. Futuristic looking glass and metal mingled with dusty bricks and rocks, liquefied garbage seeping between each component of the wall to serve as an adhesive. Graffiti lined every part of the wall, including that ever-present warning of "SKUM ONLY" in bright red letters on the center. At first it seemed like nobody was at manning the outpost, but soon a Chuumon with a tiny horn rose up onto one of the parapets.
The rat squeaked "Hail, travelers! Have you come for We Love The King Day?" He adjusted a pair of spectacles, the frames twisted and rusted and only one lens actually having glass in it. "Wait a minute. You don't look like any Skum I've seen before. Are you surface-dwellers? Shoo, shoo! You've already got, like, twenty cities of your own! You're not gonna be taking this one from us!"
Isaac and Elliot would've loved to leave this sewer and pretend that none of this day had happened. However, there were spirits in there that quite literally had their names on them. It seemed for now, the group was at an impasse.
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Post by Alicia Westfield on Apr 17, 2016 3:48:13 GMT
Alicia couldn't help but shrug her shoulders and offer as apologetic an expression as she could when Elliot shot her that look. She could do something for herself, but as she mentioned before, nothing would let her help anyone else with this problem. They would have to deal with it the old fashioned way. Still, Maia had arrived, and Alicia waved a bit to them, making sure to keep her hand properly formed this time.
Not that it wound up being necessary, as Elliot went and explained a good deal about her current form, drawing a deep laugh from the liquid dragon. "Elliot hit the nail on the head. Except for one thing. This is a fractional beast spirit. My full Beast forms are still somewhere else in the Digital World, but my D-Scanner hasn't gotten any response yet as to where they are." Shrugging to herself, Alicia moved to follow the brothers the moment they started beginning the treck inside. The sewer, for apparently having two beast spirits dwelling in it's depths, was certainly rather... plain, if disgustingly smell. Thankfully she only had an expectation of what it should smell like.
The sudden trash castle wal in the path, though, was such a shock that Alicia almost didn't notice Isaac signalling it's presence. "Well... this is a problem..." Alicia muttered, looking up at the massive wall. Maybe if no one was guarding it, she could- Nope. As if summoned by the thought the Chuumon popped up and started barking at them. That was certainly rather irritating. However... maybe she could quell the rodent Digimon's complaints.
"Pray tell, little soldier of the underground," Alicia began, inclining her head down a bit. She was taking the form of a dragon at the moment, and they were basically at a castle outpost. Why not take the idea of old tales all the way with a little turn of phrase? "If we were truly intending to storm your city and take it by force, why would we have waited for you to appear and address us? And why would we come with so few numbers agaisnt what must be at least a moderate army on the other side? No, you see we'd caught sight of one of your signs and, being newcomers to the area a curiousity came over. 'Who is this underground King that appears so loved by his subjects that they would dedicate a day to acknowledging him?'"
Seeing as she was making this up on the spot, she didn't really get a chance to tell anyone, so while her head was low and near them, she whispered to the four of them. "Just roll with it for a bit okay? We can't really afford to start a fight without knowing how tough and numerous the enemies are. And once we know we might find out its a really bad idea!"
Hopefully that would keep them from protesting to Alicia's false story. "Please, brave little one, I ask that we be granted passage to witness the event, if only to sate the burning curiousity deep within." And hopefully that would get the Chuumon to loosen up and maybe let them in without too much fuss.
Everything banked on Kuu not throwing the proverbial wrench into the plan by being Kuu, though, which in hindsight tended to be a terrible idea.
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Post by Maia on Apr 17, 2016 6:00:37 GMT
Meeting up with the group, Maia found herself brought into a brief hug. "I just hope it doesn't smell any worse further in," the girl smiled, uneasily. "Kuu just ate. It was probably a bad idea." Only probably? No. It was a horrible idea! "We've been," the tamer paused, looking at the fox that was busy waving his paws at Alicia while trying not to fall off of her shoulder. "We're alive." That was the best answer anyone could ask for when wandering the Digital, or human, world with her partner.
Kuu had no idea what Elliot was really saying, nor did he understand what a Terminator was, but the fox still cooed out, "oooh!" With Alicia's addition, the Rookie found himself only becoming more lost, as he had no idea what fractions were, either! Oh well! He was still excited, and that was all that mattered!
While the girl had no complaints about how well this was going so far, she certainly didn't want to comment on it and jinx it. Not after last time! Of course, there seemed to be a chance of bad luck, anyway, as a rodent Digimon was trying to shoo them off! Luckily, Alicia seemed to have this under control, and Maia wasn't about to get in the way of that.
Her Digimon, on the other hand, didn't understand what was going on no matter what! What were they rolling with? He didn't see anyone else rolling! What if he fell off of Maia's shoulder? That could hurt! But, from what he was hearing, and the signs littering the area, the fox began to look at his friends, clearly confused. "But, guys," he began, sounding innocent as ever. His tamer fought off a groan, hoping Kuu wasn't going to ruin whatever chance they had to get through this with ease. "I love the king! We gotta celebrate!" Kings were great! All the movie-Kings were fabulous, and Kuu couldn't figure out a single reason why they wouldn't be allowed to continue on. "And, what's a surface-dweller? Can you eat it?" The little fox had great priorities! After all, he just had lunch!
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Apr 17, 2016 6:32:52 GMT
Just alive, huh? It was a bit of a shame that the most Maia was able to say was that. Then again, when Digital World adventures tended to involve kidnappings, spelunking, and being chased by various creatures right out of their nightmares, it was understandable that they wouldn't exactly inspire the most happiness or confidence. At the same time, Isaac couldn't help but wish he could make it a bit better. "Glad to hear that much, at least. Maybe after this we could hang again, help boost your spirits up," he suggested. It was pretty remarkable how he had gone from petrified of asking Maia to calmly and offhandedly bringing up the idea of another date. It seemed like a bit of good old fashioned honesty did wonders for the boy. Of course, he didn't have too much time to talk about these matters. The Chuumon was currently demanding the group's attention, and Isaac had the feeling it would be really, really annoying if it was pissed off.
The Rookie listened to Alicia's points. She was talking sense, but then again surface dwellers always sounded like they were talking sense until you turned your back on them. Open the door for the wrong guy or girl, and boom! They're smuggling out fistfuls of precious trash right under your nose! It was practically the first page of the Wall Watcher manual, circled in bright red sharpie and underlined for emphasis. "You're darn tooting! The Underguard's one of the fiercest fighting units in the Digital World! If you kids were going to try anything dangerous, you'd be buried under a tide of sludge by now," he boasted. Clearly this was one patriotic mouse, judging by his fervent devotion to king and country. "It ain't warbands we're worried about. No, it's burglars. Especially on festival days. We had a Cyclomon make off with an entire feast at one point! Can you believe that crap?"
Kuu's words and Alicia's curiosity proved that flattery would get you everywhere, though. In the face of overwhelming support for the king, the Chuumon couldn't help but find itself smirking. "Well, since you're asking, I might as well tell you all about him. He of the Bulging Biceps, the Pinnacle of Poison, the Top Dog of Toxic Waste, our very own King Raremon!" A brief fanfare was played out on Chuumon's trumpet.
"Y'see, King Raremon came down here with one mission in mind. We're the lowest of the low. The vermin, the puddles of muck, all the slimeballs as far as the eye could see. If others want something from us, they take it. If they don't like us, they bash our faces in. But Raremon? He's the biggest and strongest of us, and he wasn't gonna get pushed around anymore. So he went to the sewers and started building up this great heap of treasure. And when anyone tried to take it from him, he walloped them good! Only scum like us were allowed in, finally given a place to call our own. And nobody could do a thing about it! It started off as just a few of the king's friends, but then they called a few friends each, and then those friends called in a few more, and soon it bloomed into a junkyard paradise. We built a whole city around the Great Heap, and we'll be damned if anyone takes it away from us!"
That "anyone" was rather pointed. However, the Chuumon was grinning and sighing fondly at his chance of recounting their history. "Pity, too. We've got Gekko Cubed playing and everything. It's gonna be one heck of a barn-burner," he said, as if those words meant anything to kids who likely didn't listen to Digimon music. "Look, I'd look the other way and let you kids in, but you're just not blobby and smelly enough. I open the doors, I get a flogging." Even if he wasn't letting them in just yet, it seemed he had become far more favorable to the group's presence. Perhaps negotiations were still on the table, or perhaps the group had other, more direct routes in mind.
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Post by Alicia Westfield on Apr 17, 2016 17:00:25 GMT
A pit of worry developed in the Mercurialdramon's non-existant gut as Kuu started babbling again. Why oh why could the little rookie not quiet down for a second? Already she was subtly tensing in case things went bad and they would have to fight their way through. Against her expectations, though, the Chuumon hadn't decided to sound the alarm and bring this "Underguard" out to attack them.
A small wonder, that, but not one Alicia would take for granted. Instead of having a fight on their hands, the Chuumon went on and on about their underground king, a Raremon. Whatever that was... It was certainly being talked up a lot though. Was it perhaps an Ultimate level digimon like the MegaSeadramon she'd clashed with at the Binary Archipelago? Or even stronger?
Then again, this was a king of vermin and other little and irritating creatures. Perhaps in comparison to what they'd already dealt with he wasn't nearly as strong as she was thinking. Still, they needed in if Elliot and Isaac were going to grab their beast spirits! Perhaps if she spun it another way...
"I'm sorry to hear that..." Alicia started, hoping she could keep her voice under control. "Perhaps if we could come in to see what you've built, we could try bringing the two sides of the city together, each respecting the other's place in the world. Providing it worked out, you might not ever have to worry about being bullied by other surface dwellers at all. Isn't that effectively what your king wishes for all of you here? For your paradise down here to be respected for what it is, even should it be discovered?"
She wasn't quite sure how strong of an argument this would be, as she was starting to run out of ideas. She might have to call on the other humans in their group for some assistance if this fell through. Barring that, though... she could probably drill her way through or simply haul herself over the wall and open it up from the other side. Such a forceful approach would get this Underguard called on them for sure, though...
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Post by Maia on Apr 18, 2016 7:04:57 GMT
The Kudamon was about to open his mouth to say something about feasts, when Maia clamped her hands over his mouth. There was a wail of distress as the fox began flailing his entire body about, trying to be released. "Shush," she hissed, trying to keep the monster still. Instead, he was now wiggling about to the point that he would easily tumble to the ground if she let go. He wasn't even sitting on her shoulder anymore! The rookie was scrambling paws at her fingers, trying to free himself, while otherwise just dangling in the air. Unfortunately for him, but luckily for everyone else, the moment had passed, and he simply went limp, still only being held up by his face.
Once the tamer was sure that he wasn't going to have a sudden outburst, she kept one hand over his mouth, using the other to put him back onto her shoulder, before releasing him entirely. Woo! Dodged a bullet! Maia let out a heavy sigh, wishing sometimes that her Digimon was a little more quiet. Or, at least, that she had duct tape.
Now that the fox was listening, he found himself completely lost at all of the descriptors! What did they mean? What was a Raremon, even? "King Raremon sounds like an awesome name," he mumbled, looking rather frustrated. "I want to see a king." Despite Maia trying to think of a way to silence the little monster, his ears twitched. "What's scum? Can I be one? Alicia's pretty blobby," he added, realizing that the dragon was quite malleable. Couldn't she just become a blob? Then again, he didn't understand anything, so maybe not! "You're not very blob-" There was a scramble to avoid Maia's hands again, as he began batting them away with his paws, "-blobby either!"
Kuu. Why?
"You do smell though! I'm jealous! Make me smell like that! It's great! Maia won't let me smell!" What happened to the fox's whining about the stench burning his nose? The rookie made no sense! Why couldn't he have just let Alicia talk their way in? He was just going to make this worse!
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Apr 18, 2016 17:27:10 GMT
The Chuumon seemed equal parts excited and confused by the idea of diplomatic onterest. Despite a very strong, almost desperate advertisement campaign from Raremon, nobody really came in or even knew about the Undercity. They usually stumbled upon it by complete chance, took what they wanted, and went back on their merry way. It was that kind of infuriating selective interest that got the Skum Only policy drafted up in the first place. Actually having diplomats around that would actually gibe a crap about the Undercity and its interests would be like a dream come true. However, as gatekeeper, Chuumom couldn't let himself show too much excitement. After all, these guys still needed to go through a screening process! "Ambassador types, huh? The king's gonna flip when he finds out! I'm just gonna need you to show your passports and papers, and thrn I can let you guys right in," he concluded. It wasn't the best answer, but at least it was just a minor setback. Sure, Alicia couldn't transmute mercury into paper, but forgery would likely come down to some crayons and cardboard. This would be easy!
Then Kuu opened his mouth. The Chuumon's eye twitched as he heard his blobbiness get called into question. How dare he! The irritable rat whipped out a comically oversized mallet in response, hefting it almost effortlessly. Either he was really strong, or there were cartoon shenanigans afoot. "Hey, watch it! I'll have you know I'm perfectly elastic. See?" He pulled on his ears, stretching and warping his face somewhat grotesquely. "Besides, they gotta keep me de-digivolved. You ain't fitting a Sukamon up here, that's for sure. When it comes to watchmen, I'm the go-to go. Now, make another crack like that, and I'll give you one right back!" For emphasis he banged his mallet on the wall, garbage cascading down and landing at the feet of a mortified Elliot.
Kuu's next statement caught Chuumon off guard, though. "Wait, you? Mr. White Purple and Gold wants to get himself all filthied up? You're kidding me! You look like you haven't skipped a bath in week! When you're so dirty your fleas have microfleas, maybe I'll let you in," he responded, dismissively waving.
"I dunno. He's pretty big on dirt and chaos. I think he'd fit right in around here," Isaac said. Then an idea struck him, and he started to grin wickedly. "You know, I snuck out of the Digital World in an overturned trash can. Bet that makes me pretty Skum, right?"
"Cute, kid. Real cute. But my fridge is so old, I've run out of food to eat and hard to start eating the mold."
Isaac folded his arms, ready to land the coup de grace. "I don't even live in Japan. They just kicked me halfway across the globe so they can fumigate my room." He looked the Chuumon in the eye, not wavering. Would his bluff be called?
"I don't even know what that is, but it sounds gross. I love it!" He looked down at his checklist of what makes a Skum properly scummy. "Alright, Ms. Diplomatic Immunity's a blob. Smart aleck over there smells bad. You love trash. And that kid down there? Yeah, he's got big ears. He looks funny enough. Well, I guess collectively you're enough to count as Skum. Just keep your hands in your pockets, okay? Something goes wrong, Underguard's gonna look your way first. Enjoy your stay!" The Chuumon played a quick fanfare, and the door to the Undercity raised up.
Northward was the Great Heap, stretching taller than even the largest buildings in the citty. Brassy trumpets that could only be described as farty could be heard playing from the same direction, and if the group looked closely they would notice a large group of filth-element Digimon having a mosh pit in front of a large stage. Incredibly unappetizing odors wafted from the east, where a Sukamon with a chef hat was dumping something sludgy onto various plates at a banquet table. To the west was a large, barracks like building, surrounded by rusty fences full of holes. Despite the token effort made of sealing it off, it looked temptingly easy to break into. Finally, up in the sky was a massive hot hair balloon in the shape of Raremon. It seemed unoccupied, but a series of complex levers and pulleys allowed it to wave to its adoring citizens with a lumpy, bulbous arm. Seemed all the stops were being broken out for We Love The King Day.
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Post by Alicia Westfield on Apr 19, 2016 3:20:11 GMT
Alicia couldn't stop the lump in her throat. How were they going to forge 'papers' to get in? Mercurialdramon could do many thing, but making paper was well beyond any of her forms abilities. And then Kuu piped up again. Seriously she was going to get Maia a huge roll of duct tape one of these days for the sole purpose of shutting him up for a while!
... Or... maybe not. Once again, Kuu's involvement seemed disasterous at first but, as part of a collective effort, they all got in in part thanks to him. Goodness, he had to stop scaring her all the time. She didn't even have a physical heart right now and she felt like she was about to have a heart attack! Keeping her head low, Alicia ducked in with the group, letting them all into the Undercity.
It was... about what she was expecting from a city in a sewer. Seeing heaps of sludge be heaped onto platters over at what was obviously the banquet table sickened her a bit. Sure she wasn't nearly as dedicated to cooking as that EbiBurgemon was, but seeing that be called 'food'? It was... quite upsetting she had to admit. But she'd bite her metaphorical tongue on this one, no need to raise a fuss and get them kicked back out, or worse.
The mercury dragon hummed softly, looking over the Great Heap's moshpit, then to the poorly barricaded building, and finally up to the massive float. The metaphorical gears started turning and she looked to the rest of the group. She wanted their input on this of course, since they had a moment to talk it over this time. Turning to her friends, the Mercurialdramon lowered her voice to a whisper again.
"Alright... quick over view, here's what I've got. 'Banquet' table over there probably doesn't have too much worth investigating, but going there with someone is likely a good idea as a suspicion lowering tactic. Who could be plotting to do anything underhanded with that... ugh, calling it 'food' honestly makes me sick to my stomach but that is clearly what they eat here. Sorry, not important. What is is that we should save investigating there for last I think."
Alicia sighed softly, looking to the Great Heap. "That pile over there is almost certainly the 'Great Heap' King Raremon has that the little rodent was going on about. Matches the description and everything. I'm willing to bet lots of money that the spirits we're looking for are there, held as trophies. If so we might be looking at a Smash and Grab plan here."
A glance at the barracks that was barricaded away. "I'm... not entirely sure what will be in there. Could be a storage room for all I know. Either way, we need to get a look in there to make sure we don't miss anything important. I can sneak in with how malleable my body is without breaking the barricades, so unless someone catches me in the act they'll be none-the-wiser. Finally..."
That float was a thing, wasn't it? "We might be able to use this huge float up here to our advantage in said Smash and Grab plan if it comes to it. Sending it crashing down's going to stir up a lot of ruckus that can distract the Skum, but once we do it we need to grab hold of the spirits and split as soon as possible. It won't hold their attention for long if they see us hightailing it out of this place."
Her overview done, Alicia nodded. "Time's probably of the essence here anyways. Perhaps we should split up to cover multiple areas at once and reconvene here to discuss further options? I can take the broken down building. Isaac and Elliot can check the Great Heap. With any luck their D-Scanners will hit on the spirits and give us a more narrowed down location to work with. That would leave investigating the float to Maia and Kuu, Of course we'd be looking for the Spirits there, but a secondary goal could be to figure out how to drop it for the sake of sending these guys into a panic."
Taking a breath, the Mercurialdramon smiled. "Comments? Questions? Other ideas? I'm more then willing to listen if someone has a better idea."
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Post by Maia on Apr 20, 2016 8:54:11 GMT
Maia remained silent throughout the entire conversation with the Chuumon. Still, she looked toward Isaac when he talked about fumigating his room. Sure, this had to be an exaggeration, but it made her think about the entire possibility of how the boy treated his room. There had to be some truth behind his lack of upkeep on the room if the thought had even crossed his mind, right? But, instead of worrying about this, she found herself distracted by Kuu nosing her cheek repeatedly. "Maia. What're fleas? Can I eat them?" Ugh. Hopefully, the fox wasn't going to get fleas! Maia didn't want to find out what flea removal methods had to be used on Digi-fleas! That would be awful! Still, she wasn't going to answer his questions. It was best if she went completely unnoticed in this entire thing.
Luckily, the weird rat Digimon seemed to finally buy into everyone's interest in the likely disgusting event, and let them in. Almost instantly, Kuu found his face pressed into his tamer's hair, wailing an, "it burns!" That took him longer than expected! What had made him hold off on these complaints during the conversation with Chuumon?
Thankfully, this also meant that the rookie wouldn't like to actually be dirty. "I thought you liked trash," Maia teased, trying to adjust her hair to properly curtain the fox's face without pulling on it. Or being quite as obvious about his reasoning for hiding his face. After all, it was still considered rude!
"That's the smell of trash? I thought Isaac was trash-smelled! This is the worst!"
Well, that was... kind of a compliment, right? At least it meant the older of the brothers didn't smell that bad! Plus, Kuu had just been asking to smell awful! What was up with that? It just made Maia wonder further if the little alien had more intelligence than he let on.
Listening to Alicia's plan, Maia cringed a little. "Is it really smart to split up?" This also translated into 'you're leaving me alone with the fox?' Kuu was going to get her killed! She didn't care if he was her partner or not! There was no way that the tamer was going to be able to keep him under control by herself. The rookie listened to no one!
"I need socks. Do they have socks here?" Oh, that just made things even better. This plan was just great. "If I get socks, the world will sniff happy." Okay. Maybe scratch the earlier thoughts of the Digimon having a shred of intelligence.
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Apr 20, 2016 19:16:15 GMT
"Kuu, fleas are gross. They're like teeny-tiny little biting bugs that dig into your skin. Please don't eat them," Elliot warned. Of all the bugs and pests in the animal kingdom, fleas were the most pointless and unnecessary. On the bright side, Digimon didn't have any blood for them to suck! Although Digital fleas were likely twenty feet tall and armed with miniguns, if some of the sights he had seen in this world were any indication. Why were Digimon always so heavily armed and scary? Why couldn't they ever find, oh, maybe some kind of cupid teddy bear instead? Nothing could be hurt by something that adorable!
Isaac huffed a little in irritation at Kuu's comment. "Hey, come on, I'm not that bad," he grumbled. Sometimes it felt like the Rookie really had a vendetta against him. Or at the very least, liked teasing him even more than most people did. Generally other people's teasing felt a bit less genuine, though, so it was sort of eyebrow raising how often Kuu shifted from not minding him to disliking him. Still, Kuu had a point. The odor down here was atrocious. Compared to the acclimation he had built up in the sewers, he was nearly gagging and poor Elliot looked like he was about to faint.
Thankfully, they had something else to focus on. Alicia was on strategy duty today, and her plans were currently commanding Elliot and Isaac's attention. Isaac wasn't too big on splitting up the party right away. Especially not in ways that left one person alone. Their close encounters with Porcupamon and the Dark Area's many traps made the idea of splitting up leave a bad taste in Isaac's mouth. However, Alicia was incredibly right. This was a big city, and there was no way they'd be able to cover enough ground if they stayed connected at the hip like this. People would get suspicious at their poking around before they could really discover anything of value. There had to be some sort of middle ground, right?
"If anyone splits up it should probably be Elliot and I," Isaac finally decided. "We both have radars, and you guys don't. It'll let us cover twice the ground in our searching, and make sure nobody gets lost. Of course, that means we'd probably have to save the barracks for last, since I don't think anyone can blob out like Alicia can. How about Maia and I take on the Great Heap, and you and Elliot check out the float? Or the other way around, but unless these guys offer hot air balloon tours I think you're the only one who can fly up there." Kuu could float, but definitely not enough to bear the weights of two people. Yasyamon and Strikedramon were totally ground-bound. It seemed if Alicia wanted to check the float, Mercurialdramon was their only hope.
However, their planning would have to get a bit more subtle. A ShellNumemon seemed to hear Kuu's request, and excitedly slithered up to the group. He pulled off his shell and turned to begin rattling inside of it. "Finally! I've been trying to find a buyer for years!" he shouted, triumphantly whipping out a briefcase. After showing it to the group for a few minutes, he flipped open the briefcase to reveal a treasure trove of filthy socks. Elliot had to hide behind Isaac to disguise the fact that he was dangerously close to hurling from the odor. "See any you like? Mismatches are on discount today!" he crooned, eyebrows waggling away.
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Post by Alicia Westfield on Apr 23, 2016 2:29:40 GMT
Alicia nodded a bit at the mention of Elliot and Isaac being the ones to split up. "I agree with that, I just didn't want to put it out myself. I realize splitting up might put a bad taste in one's mouth so I was wondering if you were okay with it without actually, you know, asking bluntly and being rude."
And then Kuu's words summoned up the worst kind of person anyone could call forth: a desperate salesman. Such a person was the stuff of nightmares. Depending on the given individual, they may very well be willing to do anything under the sun to make a sale. Really, she should've known that Kuu's love of socks would drag up an unsavory mon in this place. The Mercurialdramon couldn't suppress the grimace entirely. The socks must have reeked to all the high heavens if everyone else's reactions were any indication.
"Uh, sorry sir, not really my interest. Maybe you'll have more luck else where?" Alicia offered a bit. "Besides, some of us really need to get going and see the sights, sorry to leave you hanging, sir...!" Despite having been said to the ShellNumemon, Alicia had been looking at Isaac and Maia. As she reached over and plucked Elliot out from behind Isaac's back and set him on hers, not giving him a chance to really protest other wise, she grimaced apologetically. It was the kind of look that screamed 'sorry to ditch you but I literally have no good answer to this. Good luck!'
Hopefully she didn't seem too hasty in her retreat from the situation with Elliot. There was simply nothing she could do for them. They'd have to figure out how to deal with Kuu's blunder on their own. After all, retreat was pretty much her only possible option when it came to desperate salesmen. She should know, she'd tried talking down one a while back and... it didn't end well.
"Hope they can deal with that mess..." Alicia mused softly to Elliot as she walked over to the float. There was only so much diplomacy one girl could manage at a time after all!
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Post by Maia on Apr 23, 2016 18:36:48 GMT
This plan seemed much better, with the groups not splitting up entirely. Maia wasn't even entirely sure what she'd be looking for, anyway! And, with Kuu already drawing attention from a slimy salesman, it was definitely for the best that she not have to deal with this alone. Kuu let out a squeal, though it was hard to tell if he was excited by the socks or in extreme distress from the smell.
Maia threw a glance to Isaac, before looking at the products the monster was trying to sell. "Oh, uh, wow," she mumbled, trying not to sound offensive. "You certainly have a," the girl paused, finding it hard to look away from the disgusting socks, "wide variety of... socks."
After the initial distress, Kuu found himself fighting the sickness from the stench, humming and nodding at several of the products. "Maia. We gotta buy them all." What? She was not going to pay for a bunch of gross socks! Ears flattened at the lack of response, and seeming to find offense in one particular sock. "That one's too big. Why do you carry that big of socks? Nobody wants those! I don't. How'm I supposed to eat socks if they're too big for me?" There was no way Maia was going to let Kuu eat these socks, regardless! But, was the rookie sounding seriously offended?
During all of this, Alicia had already fled with Elliot, leaving Maia more distressed than before. Still, the little fox was angrily babbling about 'customer service' and how the other digimon clearly didn't understand the plight of creatures with small feet and mouths. Finally, his tamer was tired of the rant. "Kuu, we really have other things to be doing."
"-And it's too clean, too! Have you tried to eat a sock that tastes like soap? It's," the fox paused, hearing his tamer trying to convince him that it was time to go. Huffing, the rookie looked up, "fine! I don't like big socks, anyway." Good to know.
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