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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 24, 2016 1:09:18 GMT
Elliot let out a small squeak of surprise as he was suddenly snatched up, but was very relieved to see it was by Alicia and not by some kind of bouncer. At least for now, he was safe, and he had to admit he was really thankful for Alicia getting him out of that situation. The socks smelled so bad that they overwhelmed the already-noxious smell of the sewers. It had been torturing the poor, sensitive boy until Alicia successfully bailed him out. Thankfully, it also left his nose a little too burned out to fathom how disgusting their findings were. He let out a sigh of relief, waving a shy farewell to Isaac as he shot the two a look of mock betrayal.
"Thank you. I think I was going to die over there," Elliot said, only half joking. Even his voice made it sound like he was about to vomit at any second, hitching slightly each time the boy retched. He cast a worried look over to Isaac and Maia, asking Alicia "Do you think they're gonna be okay over there? That snail looks kind of grumpy."
Not like there was anything they could do, though. Even if the situation got bad, Isaac was a way tougher fighter than he was, and Kuu was really strong too. They could handle anything that came their way, no doubt! His brief mental run-through of how strong they were compared to how wimpy the snail looked left Elliot satisfied that they'd be okay, and he promptly discarded the thought. From here his focus would be on the journey him and Alicia were about to embark on. Previously she mentioned interest in checking out the bunker, while Isaac suggested that they were best equipped to handle the parade float. "Which way are we going?" the boy asked, hoping desperately that her advice wasn't "to the Great Heap."
Speaking of grumpy, the ShellNumemon narrowed his bushy eyebrows in irritation. The gesture made it all the more clear that these weren't real eyebrows, but instead big pieces of lint that he hastily stuck onto his slimy eyelids. "That one ain't an eating sock! It's a pants sock!" The Numemon promptly stuck his slimy bottom right into the giant sock, twirling around as he modeled it for the group. Isaac tried his hardest not to snicker at the wannabe salesman's flashiness. It would probably get them in serious trouble if he heard and took offense. However, that turned out to be a non-issue when he was far too busy taking offense at Kuu's comments.
It turned out Kuu had said quite the dirty world around the Undercity. "Clean? Are you calling me a charlatan? I've got only the realest wear-and-tear, and only the most magnificent of musks! This right here is perfectly genuine Great Heap odor," he barked, seething a little with irritation. Still wearing the oversized sock, he reared up onto his haunches and began moving his fists in exaggerated circular motions. It was as if he was trying to mimic the pose of a Vaudevillian pugilist, and it looked ridiculously goofy with how stunty his limbs were. "Ooh, why I oughta!"
Thankfully, ShellNumemon were really slow, and this one wasn't even in his shell. If they just started off in a random direction, they could probably get away from the salesmon and make their way to another part of the city. However, with how irritable the Digimon was, it might've kicked up a fuss while demanding satisfaction. Would it be best to let sleeping dogs lie and risk causing a commotion, or wasting precious time on something as trivial as a freaking sock? |
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Post by Alicia Westfield on Apr 25, 2016 13:27:42 GMT
Alicia grimaced a bit at the look Isaac shot them. Sure it was probably not a serious thing, but she did feel bad ditching them. Oh well, nothing more could be done about that. "I can imagine, as much as I don't want to." Alicia returned, sighing softly. "And all I can say is 'probably'. Maia's smart and Isaac's pretty clever. I'm sure they'll figure something out one way or another. The only problem is the question 'Is Kuu going to make it worse?'." The liquid dragon shook her head, spreading her wings and shifting some mass into them to make them larger.
"As for where we're going, I want to take a look at the huge float. Who knows, maybe someone had the brilliant but insane idea of stashing the spirits inside it. If not, we get a better idea of if we can make use of it and get insight on the 'how' if we do decide to. Have your Digivice out just in case." Beating her wings steadily, the Mercurialdramon took flight as silently as a bloby mass of living mercury could. She wanted to get a bird's eye view of the float before trailing down and loosely following whatever chains or strands or whatever was holding it down to the ground before turning around and moving on to something else.
"I question the wisdom of flying around in this situation, especially so close to something people will be looking at. As far as I'm aware there are no Digimon in this... 'subcategory' that are flight capable." Sol muttered to himself, shaking his head. Alicia balked a bit as she listened to the Steel Spirit, realizing that hadn't exactly occurred to her when she first thought of this.
Well, she could always try making something up? It's worked so far.
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Post by Maia on Apr 26, 2016 3:52:19 GMT
"All socks are eating socks," Kuu protested, in a know-it-all tone. While Maia found herself frowning at the strange Digimon's display of wearing a sock, the Kudamon just looked more offended. "And you're wearing your product? Why would I eat it if you already wore it! That's like claiming it!" Except, all of Kuu's socks had actually been worn before. To top it off, what socks in this gross place wouldn't have been pre-worn?
Taking a step back, with Kuu still on her shoulder, Maia looked to Isaac for some form of advice. "What should we do?" After all, the salesman looked like he was pretty offended! Could they just walk away? Or would that do more harm than good?
The Kudamon was shuffling across his tamer's shoulders, trying not to get too excited. "You 'outta'? What's that? Are we playing? Is this a game? This looks fun!" No, Kuu, this wasn't a game. He was seriously upsetting the salesmon! But, it looked like the rookie was more than willing to continue to provoke the ShellNumemon! This was going to become a problem! "Do you wanna play? We could eat! Not the socks, though. I don't share socks. Wanna play tag?" This wasn't even relevant anymore! Why did the fox want to suddenly share activities with the bushy-browed monster? Surely, he'd just gotten too excited! And, why would such a slow monster ever want to play tag with him?
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Apr 26, 2016 4:23:36 GMT
Elliot nodded, holding on tight to Alicia with one arm and taking hold of his Digivice with the other. As the two took the skies he checked his Digivice for any beeps, but sadly there was nothing there. However, without the distraction of Digivice pings, he was able to pay particular attention to the details of the float. It seemed to be haphazardly made of whatever rubbers were available on hand, at least 75% of the float composed of spare tires. Another solid 15% was comically oversized bandages, which stretches across the many, many rips and tears in the fabric of the float. The float itself was massive in size, its bulging eyes bigger than Mercurialdramon's entire body. If Alicia was planning on making a smash-and-grab, it would certainly provide a lot of shock and awe on the way down. Four chains tethered the float in place to make sure that it would stay in place. They seemed to be adhered to the roofs of the four tallest skyscrapers in the city, committing majorly to the high altitude of the float. Without them bracing it, the float would have likely sagged only a few feet above the ground.
The "engines" of the float seemed to be entirely composed of oil drums, flames shooting out from the oil drums and firing into holes in the Raremon's stomach. Elliot had no idea if this propulsion mechanism was even logically sound, but judging by the float staying in midair it seemed like something had to be done right. Mixed among the oil drums were two green trash cans, the paint incredibly chipped. Two Garbagemon leaned against the sides of the cans, playing a very haphazard looking game of poker. When one Garbagemon had a hand half composed of Pokemon cards and the other had a full set of the Major Arcana, it was clear that there was some confusion about the rules abound. Occasionally one lazily tugged at some pulleys, causing the float to wave to the adoring populace below. No matter what they were doing beforehand, they almost always stopped to turn and wave back. After all, they loved their king!
One curious sight as that of a large, pink "balloon" floating up to the side of the ship. Upon landing it deflated, revealing itself not to be a balloon at all. It was an ExTyrannomon, who opened his mouth and promptly hocked up a few Otamamon. They gratefully waved to the dinosaur plush, who gave them a pat on the head before turning to the side of the ship once more. It stuck a finger in its jaws, blew really hard, and upon inflating began gently floating back down to the surface. It seemed like tours of the float were being offered, at least to a few certain lucky Skum. "We might not look entirely out of place if we get on board, somehow," Elliot suggested. "The spirits don't seem to be here, but do you think it might be worth checking them out?"
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"No, I don't want to play! I-" The ShellNumemon seethed in irritation at Kuu's obliviousness. Did he think this was a joke? Was he having a chuckle? Well, the joke was on Kuu. He was the one with the business degree here! Sure, he pulled it out of the trash and hastily wrote his name on it in crayon, but it was still his degree! However, at Kuu's next words, he found himself letting out a dark laugh. "Actually? Yes. Yes, I would love to play tag." He reached into his shell, pulling out something incredibly taboo to Skum culture. It was a perfect, pristine, freshly-laundered, snow white sock. He wadded it up into a ball, recoiling at how odorless and orderly it was. He was amazed he was even properly able to set a hand on it without his skin bubbling and cracking in protest. Nonetheless, his ultimate bad customer repellent, the Ultra-Clean Sock, was ready for deployment. He leaned back, putting all of his stumpy-armed might into a majorly powerful toss.
Isaac, seeing his opportunity, slid between Maia, Kuu, and the incoming sock. As it connected with his head he pinched himself hard on the side, forcing his eyes to water. After a second of overwrought stumbling, he brought his hands to the site of the impact and crumpled to the ground in a major stage fall. "What the hell?" he called out, voice wracked with mock pain. "I was gonna buy one! Why'd you throw that thing at me for? You're killing me!" He rolled on the ground in pain, making sure to kick up as much of a fuss as possible. A small crowd of Sukamon and PlatinumSukamon bounded up, looking over the commotion as ShellNumemon started sweating bullets.
"H-hey! Buddy! This is all a misunderstanding, you see? I wasn't trying to hit you!"
"I'm going to be deformed!" As he rolled over once more, he looked up at Maia and Kuu. With a wink and a point, he did his best to indicate that they should get as far away from here as possible. He'd plan on finding them later, but right now he just needed to get Salesman Steve over here off of their backs. Judging by the mob slowly gathering around the duo, it seemed like he was certainly doing a good job at being a distraction!
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Post by Alicia Westfield on Apr 28, 2016 22:14:48 GMT
Alicia hummed softly, blinking at the sight of the 'balloon' coming up and revealing itself to be a Digimon. That at the very least quelled her worries about being spotted immediately as intruders. Still, she studied the massive float as they came close, glancing back once Elliot made his suggestion. "I was thinking the same thing to be honest now that we've seen the odd dino plush thing of a Digimon. Knowing that apparently tours are given makes walking around on it for a closer look not actually a bad idea. Let's go see what we can find. I wouldn't discount the possiblity of the thick materials masking the signal too quickly after all."
With that, the Mercurialdramon banked a bit and angled down, landing softly on the massive float and crouching down to let Elliot off. "We should probably see if its possible to do some sabotaging of the float now in case we need to throw it down. It'll make things a bit faster if this winds up becoming part of a smash-and-grab operation." Kisara commented to Alicia with a hum.
"Normally I'd be all for that, but with something as haphazard as this float it may not be possible. Not without being blatantly obvious that something is awry with the situation. Don't push your luck more then you have to. It wouldn't do to alert the Undercity folk of our plans before we ready to make our move." Sol added on, shaking his head.
"You know..." Alicia began, whispering again. "I can't help but feel bad planning all of this... isnt' this the kind of stuff terrorists do? Now that I think about it I have shivers going down my spine."
"What spine? You're a blob of crazy awesome right now." The ice maiden's quip did make Alicia smile to herself a bit, but she avoided laughing at the joke thankfully.
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Post by Maia on May 2, 2016 6:46:30 GMT
This clearly wasn't going well. Maia found herself frowning, while Kuu was getting progressively more excited. "You're gonna play? Yes!" Seeing the sock meant essentially nothing to the usually clean fox. While Kuu was going to leap to catch the sock mid-air, he noticed Isaac moving, and ended up sliding down Maia's shoulder, instead, stumbling to catch himself before he would hit the ground. "It was my turn!"
The reaction changed, almost instantly, as Isaac began his act. The Kudamon's ears drooped, eyes widening. "Isaac's broken! Sock-guy hurt him!" Kuu wailed, scrambling back up next to Maia's face. Rapidly batting at Maia's shoulder and face with his paws, he was making motions to the salesman, "he's a bad guy! He's a bad guy!" Was Kuu seriously offended by all of this? He didn't even like Isaac! Why did he care about the act? Or, was he playing along? Now, the rookie was fluffed up, debating on if he wanted to start name-calling.
Catching the gesture, and having a feeling it was all just an act anyway, Maia took a glance at the crowd forming. A hand covered her mouth, feigning shock, as she hesitantly took a few steps back. After stepping behind a Sukamon, the girl turned away and began to walk in the opposite direction of the commotion. See, Isaac was great at acting!
Kuu looked between his tamer and the boy on the ground, as they left. "You're gonna leave him there? He's fallen! You've gotta cry at his side or something!"
"He's going to be deformed," she restated what Isaac's final words had been before the girl had made her exit. "I just can't look at him if he's like that," the girl added, deadpan, as she continued walking. Of course, she didn't mean it! But, her partner seemed incredibly alarmed at all of this. Did anyone seriously believe a sock would hurt Isaac? Or that Maia would just walk away if it actually had? The fox was ridiculous!
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on May 2, 2016 18:12:43 GMT
Alicia was right. The Undercity seemed perfectly peaceful right now. Were they really going to do something so dangerous with a bunch of innocents there? The logistics of what Smash and Grab meant didn't even really click with Elliot until Alicia voiced her second opinion, and his eyes widened like dinner plates as comprehension started to dawn. "No. No. There has to be another way," Elliot whispered. "Anything but that." He took a look around at the float, trying to see what objects of interest might be onboard now that they had landed. Elliot sincerely hoped the float would have more use than it did back when the main operation was sending it falling down onto the city.
The engine and security room was currently above the group, standing between them and the main meat of the balloon. What they were standing on was the bottommost tier of the float, a large ringlike observation deck. "Telescopes" lined the deck, but calling them that was rather generous. There were a few actual telescopes, albeit twisted and with cracked lenses, but there were also several slide-mounted binoculars, a strangely fancy video camera, a trio of magnifying glasses taped together, and most confusingly of all a trombone. Whether an actually useful visual aid or simply a strange hunk of garbage, the Otamamon still stacked on top of each other to peer through them. They oooh-ed and aaah-ed as they stared before eagerly bounding over to the next area of the station.
Beyond those viewing stations, there wasn't too much to see on the float. A small dusty corner labelled King Raremon Memorial Museum looked more like a merchandise stand than an actual museum, containing signed pictures of King Raremon and a variety of off-model action figures. Another corner had a Sukamon nursing a broken popcorn stand, loading up bagfulls of stale food to sell to any observers who found themselves getting hungry. Finally, there seemed to be a scaffolding running up the side of the float, an ominous sign labelled "EMERGENCY PILOTS ONLY" hovering over it. A stern Garbagemon kept watch over the scaffold to make sure nobody got any funny ideas about climbing it, junk bazooka primed and ready.
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Kuu's overwhelming sadness and Maia's disgusting coldness were enough to move the audience to tears. They stared in shock from Isaac to Maia, before eventually focusing their gaze on the ShellNumemon. After all, he was "Sock Guy." His illegal contrabrand had stolen that healthy young Skum's slime, and now his girlfriend couldn't even look him in the eye as she left him! The crowd started booing ShellNumemon for daring to ruin the sanctity of young love like that. A Sukamon bounded up, asking "Hey, do you got any pitchforks in there?"
ShellNumemon's eyes lit up greedily. At least someone in this town appreciated him still. He reached into his shell and cheerfully pulled out the item in question. It was rusted and a single prong was broken off. In other words, perfect mint condition. "Sure thing, pal! That'll be 75 bottlecaps," he said, grinning as the transaction was made.
Then he promptly found the pitchfork being pointed in his face. Really, he should've seen that one coming. "Run this guy out of town!" the Sukamon demanded, the ShellNumemon lifting up his shell and bolting in a panic. He was promptly bounded after by a herd of angry slimes, the pitchfork being passed back and forth to whoever was closest to ShellNumemon at any given moment. It was the world's most efficient one-pitchfork mob, and would bring a tear to any medieval peasant's eye. Once the rioting slimes were out of eyesight, Isaac hopped back up to his feet and walked over to Maia.
"Oh man, you guys played your parts amazingly," Isaac said, voice swelling with pride. "For a second, I almost thought you were actually about to ditch me! And you say I'm the good actor." With how good Maia was at playing crowds, from Gintama to the Skum, Isaac almost wished she'd be the one with ambitions of the stage. She'd be a natural! "So, where are you guys thinking of heading next? Now that everyone's busy dealing with shell-head, we've got a lot of free reign." The concert stage in the city's square always seemed like an appealing option, especially as the Gekkomon playing were currently between songs. The banquet table to their right was much less appealing, but it probably also marked a better avenue for socializing out some information.
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Post by Alicia Westfield on May 4, 2016 3:26:49 GMT
"I agree... We'll find another way." Alicia answered back, glancing over to Elliot. "This'll be a worst a last resort only... Even then its not worth it." The liquid dragon shook her head and focused on what was around. This was a terrible idea in the first place if only for the implications of what they would be to this Undercity. Nothing was worth becoming something like that.
"And just like that you abandon that whole plan, huh?" Kisara quipped curiously. Alicia just nodded to herself as a response to ice maiden's spirit. "Heh... I see where you're coming from with this. I admit it would've left a bad taste in our mouths too. You're a good person deep down, you just slipped a bit."
"I'd certainly like to believe that..." Alicia muttered to herself as an answer, before locking onto the trombone. "Hmm... Elliot, I think we can still use this without a smash a grab. All depends on if we think tearing off that trombone and using it as it was meant to be used will pull attention away from the spirits. More of a 'Shock-and-Grab' then a 'Smash-and-Grab.' Not as effective, but far more... palatable... What do you think, Elliot?"
Glancing back at her passenger, Alicia smiled softly. They could do this without causing too much fuss after all, couldn't they? She even felt her spirits 'nodding' in agreement.
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Post by Maia on May 6, 2016 8:49:26 GMT
It was amazing how well all of that worked. The girl and her fox could easily hear the booing as Maia tried not to stare at the events that were unfolding. Once all was done, Isaac returned to them, looking healthy as ever. Kuu tilted his head, bewildered expression plastered on his face, "I thought you died!" What part? What was a part? They were playing? Wait! Was that the game that they were playing with sock guy? Yes! The Kudamon suddenly looked very proud, despite not displaying his entire thought pattern. "I knew he'd like to play!" And it looked like the sock guy had even gotten a fun game of tag out of it! But, why were the other Digimon using a stabby thing for the tagging device? They should just use their tongues! It was more fun that way.
"You're the one that let him hit you with a sock," Maia commented, with a small point. She didn't care how clean that sock was! "And, you set the stage, anyway." This was a good point! Regardless, the entire act had worked out beyond perfectly. Hearing the question, the tamer looked over her options. Nothing really seemed that great of a plan, but that didn't mean they could just stand around!
Kuu seemed to already have an answer, though. "Anywhere but the smelly not-foods!" Well, looked like the banquet wasn't an option in the rookie's mind! Even he wasn't touching that!
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on May 6, 2016 19:20:31 GMT
Elliot nodded eagerly at Alicia's decision to shift gears. No matter how much trouble they had with finding the spirits, it wouldn't be worth hurting a ton of innocents and ruining the already-fragile ties between the Skum and the surface world Digimon. No amount of struggle was worth that. He wasn't sure what else he could say to the girl about this, other than pure relief about this tragedy not going down in the end. "Thank goodness," he finally managed, voice small as he shakily took her wrist. It was clear that the possibility left him quite deserved, and that he was so glad to hear that he wouldn't have to worry about it coming to pass.
Her new plan of just blowing this big old trombone made a lot more sense. It might not have gotten the attention of the entire city, but at least at a critical juncture it could make for a useful idea. "I like that a lot better," he concluded, a sigh of relief escaping him. Then he hobbled off to one of the telescopes, releasing Alicia's wrist as he moved to the most intact-looking telescope. While they were here they might as well start surveying the area, right?
First, the Great Heap took the boy's primary attention. There were fireworks launchers and giant loudspeakers mounted across the perimeter of the garbage pile. Judging by how painstakingly aligned they were and how pristine they looked, it was clear that they were new arrangements. Presumably they were erected for We Love The King Day. A banner above the entrance to the pile corroborated that information, advertising a scavenger hunt and maze run starting later in the evening. Apparently those who delivered the most pleasing prize to King Raremon would receive a special honor. From here Raremon's throne room was also plainly visible, built right into the tip of the heap. A pair of BlackKingNumemon fanned him with large pool oars as he draped over his throne, practically oozing out of it. He seemed to be expectantly looking at a pocketwatch every few minutes, eagerly awaiting the starting festivities.
From there came the complexes down below, particularly the barracks that Alicia expressed interest in before. Through an open window Elliot could see a large monitor screen, surveying the entirety of the Great Heap Area. On one screen ShellNumemon could be seen running away in a panic, a few Numemon having a merry laugh at the chaos. On another screen there was a view of the float. The Numemon at the controls thankfully did not seem to realize that they could be spied on through their own observation decks. There was a camera view that seemed uplinked to King Raremon's selfie stick, which he was making very gratuitous use of. Finally, a view of the Gekkomon concert stage revealed a 30-minute countdown before the scavenger hunt below. Overseeing this all was a Geremon, folding his arms as he watched his underlings do their hazily-defined jobs. Once he was done looking, Elliot turned and reported this all to Alicia.
"What do you think?"
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Isaac waved of comment. Really, it was no big deal. "That thing was so clean, it would've made Elliot feel inadequate. No wonder these guys were treating it like hazardous waste," he said, shrugging. "Definitely not the worst fall I've taken. Still, we make a pretty good team, don't we? I bet we'd be able to pull off one hell of a show together." He left the offer hanging for Maia to consider, mainly because Kuu had just made up his mind about the group's decision. It looked like nobody wanted to take Sukamon up on his offer, except for all of the hungry Skum that quickly mobbed the table. It was likely for the best that our heroes didn't perform their recon there, because there was no way they'd be able to get answers out of these Digimon in the middle of a feeding frenzy. It was a beautiful, horrifying spectacle.
The way to the concert stage was heavily packed. Isaac and Maia would barely be able to hear the concert due to a combination of distance and shrieking, delighted crowds. Thankfully, it seemed like this song was quickly winding down, and they would be just in time for the start of the next one. The crowds went quiet for a bit, then began bursting into cheers as the three Gekkomon on stage got back to their performance. It was obviously composed from pieces of random sheet music, grabbed up from whatever sheets they could staple together in chronological order before the show. That was why what started as old-timey smooth jazz suddenly and awkwardly transitioned into Pokerface, and then for the grand finale switched gears to the 1812 Overture. Despite how jarring the pieces were individually, the Skum went wild in their approval. This was especially so when the firework launchers lined along the Great Heap started to go off.
Currently, Isaac and Maia were nestled in between three others. Directly in front of them was a Numemon wearing a novelty soda-drinking hat, who seemed insistent on flailing and dancing in place despite splashing slime on anybody near him. To their left was a corpulent Garbagemon, a little too big to comfortably squeeze into his garbage can. To their right was a PlatinumSukamon, constantly shouting for the Gekkomon brothers to notice him and his love for them. These seemed to be the only ones close enough to make useful interview targets. There was also a small group of RedOtamamon, who curiously eyed Isaac and Maia as they walked through the crowds. Interesting. |
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Post by Alicia Westfield on May 25, 2016 9:10:26 GMT
((OOC I'm so very sorry for the wait. Life threw shit at me and my muse has been dead these past few weeks.))
"Hmm..." The Mercurialdramon mused softly as Elliot relayed information to her. "We should probably have someone hang around the Great Heap and keep an eye on what's brought in. Would be a shame to miss the spirits just because we didn't cover all our bases, so to speak. The only question is who can get in without being too out of place. Getting control of the barracks would be useful in that regard. Nothing serious, just a quick knock out. In fact I can think of a way to deal with the Digimon there without much fuss or injury to anyone. We should get you to join back up with Isaac, Maia, and Kuu. I can handle taking control of the barracks myself and I'd rather not leave someone who can't fly or at least float way up here."
"Not leaving anyone up here though means we'll likely have to sacrifice using the float in any way for the plans. Are you sure you're okay with that?" Sol asked with a tilt of his head. Alicia nodded softly.
"Yeah, we just don't have the numbers to cover all our bases. The Numemon at the barracks will be looking out for trouble, but anyone up here just wants to get a look at the view. If I had to abandon one or the other, I'd rather ditch our options at the float. Besides Isaac's Impmon form might be able to make it up here or someone could try scheduling a ride? Hmm..."
"So many options, far too few hands to juggle them all." Kisara surmised.
Looking over to Elliot, she shrugged with a sigh. "Got anything you want to say about this, or shall we be off?" she asked the younger brother curiously. It would be best to make a move one way or another soon.
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Post by Maia on May 30, 2016 4:46:37 GMT
((No worries, Azure! You know we understand. Real life should always be priority!))
Maia had debated on how to respond to the offer, before Kuu made the decision for the group. Once in the crowd, Kuu kept himself rather tightly wrapped around his tamer's neck, sure not to get separated. While he liked to run off from time to time, this certainly wasn't a fun looking place for that! And, if something bad happened because of him being, well, himself, there was no way that the Kudamon could forgive himself!
Without needing to worry about the pipefox prancing off to who-knew-where, Maia was more focused on keeping as close to Isaac as comfortably possible. A crowd wasn't really someplace that she wanted to be separated from him in. In fact, if they could keep together for the majority of this trip, it would be ideal.
"So, what now?" The blonde wasn't even really sure where to start with all of this!
Kuu, on the other hand, had someplace to start, even if it wasn't really useful. "Hey! Hey trash-can-mon!" With a flailing motion, the fox began to screech at the Garbagemon. "I like your trash can! It's great!" At least the rookie sounded genuine! They couldn't afford to make everyone here hate them!
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on May 30, 2016 18:38:09 GMT
Elliot didn't really have too much else to say about this situation. He was a follower, not a leader, and Alicia was older and more experienced than he was. If it was Isaac, he would probably have more to contribute to the brainstorming session, but Elliot was more than happy to just let Alicia take the lead here. She was right, anyway. The barracks, with their unmatched coverage of the area, would be invaluable for sure. This balloon's main purpose was for a plan that nobody even wanted to pursue anymore, and its recon purposes would likely be redundant when compared to camera feeds down below. Its main benefit, being inconspicuous, would also be its major weakness.
However, something about Alicia's new idea didn't fully sit well with him. This was a big city, and she was going right into the heart of hostile territory. Skum may have been quite weak, judging by Chuumon's story, but what if their biggest and strongest were holed up in those barracks? Alicia couldn't possibly fight them all, could she?
"Do you think I could go with you?" Elliot finally asked, as the two were gearing up to leave. "I don't want you to get hurt while you're all alone out there. And I might not be as flexible as Mercurialdramon, but I'm sure I can do some cool stuff too." Sandiramon was an expert tunneler. It was a far more clumsy method of stealth than what Mercurialdramon had access too, but it was better than nothing. Besides, Elliot really wanted a chance to show his new form off in front of somebody he thought the world of.
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"We socialize, I guess. One of these guys has to know what's going on," Isaac said, nose wrinkling a little from the odor. It was bad enough that Flashdance over there in the front row was sliming them without a care in the world, but did the guy to their left really need to bring his own garbage can? He was going to need to shower for at least a day straight after all of this. Was this how Elliot felt on a regular basis? He always figured "this is awful I need to shower now" was just him being ridiculous and petty. Maybe he wouldn't tease the weird little germophobe about that anymore.
While Isaac wasn't much a fan of Garbagemon's can, Kuu sure was. "Thanks!" the appreciative Digimon said, bellowing heartily. "I found it myself during the last Great Scavenging. Can you believe someone threw out a perfectly good can?" As he turned to show it off, maybe it was a bit more apparent why the can was trashed earlier. It was dented inwards on all sides, covered in vulgar graffiti, and a sad, tattered bag was hanging out of the right side of it. To illustrate his point, the Garbagemon rooted in the can and pulled out his Big Book Of Spraycode. He leafed through the manuscript, pointing to the particular string of profanity. "See? This one means happiness!"
Slowly, the Garbagemon's look went from jolly to pensive. These newcomers didn't exactly seem to fit in. After some thought, he reached into his can and gave giant nets to Isaac, Maia, and Kuu. "Is this your first Great Scavenging? Because no offense, you kids look a little lost. You're not gonna be bringing home the best prizes with those tiny hands! The show's gonna be on the road after this last song, so if you got any questions I'll try and bring you up to speed."
The marks were distracted. Excellent. Flashing their biggest, cutest smiles, the RedOtamamon began toddling past Isaac and Maia. One by one they bumped into the pair's legs, letting out small squeaks of surprise each time. " 'Scuse me!" they each said, one at a time, hoping that their cute apologies would distract Maia and Isaac from the hands reaching into their pockets. It was a classic scheme. Bump the mark, distract the mark, and rob the mark blind . . .
Of all their pocket lint.
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Post by Alicia Westfield on May 31, 2016 6:36:42 GMT
Alicia hummed as she mulled the thought over. What Elliot didn't know is that him being their actually restricted some of her attacks which she could use to cover herself in the event that things went south and she had to fight it out.
"Well, here's the thing Elliot..." Alicia began. "I have one AoE attack that can hurt any friends caught in the radius as well, Fright Burst, and another attack that can easily make into an AoE with similar properties, Mercurial Divider. Both of these attacks are very powerful and if push came to shove I could chain them together and either continue on with all enemies taken out or make my get away while they're recovering from the combination. If I bring you along and we're caught, that wouldn't be an option, and I don't know what your strongest form is capable of. I assume, at least, that you have a new form beyond Strikedramon that is."
"Let the kid flex his abilities. They can't rely completely upon you to succeed, as you can't always be around to assist. The more he uses his forms, the better off he'll be. Besides, you need to stay in the mindset of a teammate. Don't go lone wolf on us, it won't end well in the long run." Sol spoke up, nodding to himself.
"Besides! This is their hunt! You're stealing their spotlight! Don't you feel bad about that at all?" Kisara added in with a grin.
"Okay, okay, I get it you two..." Alicia whispered with a smile. "If you're ready to come along then, Elliot, then best evolve once we touch down to the ground again." They were topside again, and Alicia picked the boy up once more, setting him on her back as she took off, leisurely gliding her way down to the ground.
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Maia
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Might Actually Be A Cat.
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Post by Maia on Jun 27, 2016 3:54:25 GMT
((My turn to apologize for the delays.))
This entire trip seemed more than a little unpleasant. With whatever-that-was splashing something on the group, Maia more than felt like she needed an incredibly long shower. At full heat. Ugh. How was she going to even begin to explain the smell to her mom? There was no way that they were going to leave this place without absolutely reeking of who-knows-what!
On the bright side, Kuu seemed to have made a decent acquaintance! "Someone threw that out?" The wide-eyed fox tilted his head, looking astonished. Why would anyone throw away a garbage can, anyway? They hold trash! They aren't supposed to be the trash! None of this made sense to the little Digimon! Oh! And there was art on it! How cool!
Maia cringed at the graffiti on the side, debating on if she wanted to point out that the words splayed across it most certainly did not say what he thought it did. Luckily, Kuu either didn't understand the words, or he didn't care! "That's so cool! Think! The can makes you happy! That means it's working!" Whatever logic that was, his tamer would take it as a good sign. While the garbage monster seemed to be digging something out of his can, the little Digimon pointed at another string of profanity, looking to his human. "What's that one mea--" Ooooh. Net! Neat! Now, the Digimon seemed, luckily, too preoccupied with their new toys to even care about what he had been asking!
T he girl finally cleared her throat, taking one of the nets. "Th-thank you? But, what is a Great Scavenging?" Sure, Maia knew this may come off as a shocking question, but she really had no idea what the point was behind all of this! Clearly, it seemed to involve garbage. And nets. And, hopefully, nothing alive.
There wasn't much time to focus on the answer to this question, though, as she felt hands touching her, and heard voices. "Oh! Uh," the teen stammered, trying to shift away from the RedOtamamon, while not wanting to bump into any of the other, uh, eccentric people in the crowd. But, while she was more concerned about not touching strangers, her partner was already scrambling down the front of her shirt, intent on batting his paws at the red creatures that were lint-snatching.
"What'cha doing?" Wait, what was going on? The Rookie looked awfully concerned! Luckily, he sounded more curious than angry, which hopefully wouldn't draw too much attention to the scene. "Are you taking snacks? Maia doesn't keep those there! And they're mine! Hey!"
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