||MPC 34|Takara|| You Asked For This
Nov 4, 2016 2:05:35 GMT
Post by Takara Kureha on Nov 4, 2016 2:05:35 GMT
"Sir! Takara Kureha is missing!" A very disgruntled Commandramon wearing a suit and shades burst into the room. Why was he wearing a suit and shades? Because the President had ordered it, of course. Everybody knows that the Secret Service wear suits and shades. Or was that the Men in Black? Either way, it looked cool. Or it would if they would wear things tailored for them. Who the heck thought it was a good idea to put a dinosaur in a suit made for a human?
Probably Takara Kureha. The human was... Less than in perfect mental health. So felt the Digimon sitting in the excessively large President's Chair, a floating gear known has Hagurumon. He had to admit, if there was one great thing about this presidential election- It was that Takara no longer used him as a hoverboard whenever he felt like it.
Or so he claimed, but privately... He would never admit to the fact that he rather missed the good old days. Chaos and explosions around every corner. A new treasure waiting past every trap. If by treasure, you meant more traps! And since to Takara Kureha, the adventure was the real treasure... Yes, yes the traps were as good as any treasure. Hagurumon wondered what he was up to now.
Hagurumon sighed. "I'll go find him" the gear declared, hovering over the desk. As the Digimon exited the office, a voice behind him exclaimed, "But sir! What about the paperwork!" Referring, of course, to the mountain of paper piled nearly to the ceiling. Had Hagurumon even filled out a single page in his time here!?
"Get someone with hands to do it," Hagurumon called back. He spun those gears at his side that were utterly incapable of holding a pen for emphasis. "I'm sure we have an unpaid intern around to do it while I'm gone." After all, that was exactly what President Takara had done, mused the unpaid intern Hagurumon.
Elsewhere in the Digital World, Digital President Takara Kureha was hunting Digital Treasure in a Digital Dungeon. It wasn't a very good dungeon. None of the traps was even remotely creative. Just the standard pitfalls, poisoned arrows, flamethrowers, croc pits, block puzzles, and giant boulders. Where was the danger? The excitement? Also, seriously, block puzzles in this day and age? Takara was going to have some words with the designer when he got out.
And thanks to the power tool formerly known as Drimogemon, that was easier done than said. With the help of his trusty drill, Takara simply punched through any wall in his way- Simple! Doing things this way lacked romance, but not nearly so much as this dungeon did!
What he sought was not nearly the exit, no. This place deserved a beautiful burial, at the very least. And he had found the perfect place to put it to rest. "Digi-memory, slot in! Execute! Reload, Whamon!"
The air shimmered as a massive digimon formed inside of a very small room. Takara Kureha was left in the only safe place- Inside the belly of the beast. Outside, the pressure created by the appearance of this magnificent creature was showing. Cracks form on the walls and ceiling. The anticipation is deadly.
The result looks almost like a volcanic eruption- It's just missing the ash and the lava. A huge cloud of dust and debris rises into the air, before falling back to earth. And once the dust has settled... All that remains is Takara Kureha, smack dab in the middle of a big crater.
"So, this is what that unidentified expense was. I suppose hiring famous architects to build you a playground is better than, say, turning the human world into a nuclear wasteland for hunting zombies in. That was not a suggestion."
It turns out, explosions are a great way of tracking down Takara Kureha.
For those of you wondering how Hagurumon got from there to here so fast, he took a motorcycle. After all, if you have the ability to integrate with mechanical systems, it would be a shame not to use it. This is not the plothole you are looking for.
"Hey, that's an interesting idea. I knew there's a reason I keep you around! Now come on, I need to teach that guy a thing or two about a good trap." Takara whistled as he hijacked the Haguru-cycle without a second thought.
It was several days later when Takara Kureha left the residence of famed architect Kenkimon. "I thought he'd never leave. Who voted this nutjob in, in the first place!?" Kenkimon chose to ignore the fact that he, too, had voted for Takara Kureha. With a sigh, the digimon began to redo all of his plans. Third time's the charm, and all...
"Alright Takara, you've had your fun. There's paperwork to be done." Hagurumon scolded. Terrifyingly, it actually seemed like Takara was listening. This was, of course, the first sign of the apocalypse. Hagurumon really should have been more suspicious, but... He was just happy that Takara Kureha would be doing his job for once.
Takara Kureha doing paperwork was a sight that Hagurumon had thought he would only see in a dream. When they had arrived back at the office, he thought Commandramon's eyes would pop out of his head! In the time since taking office, Takara had been in there exactly once. And it was for a photo shoot. In other words, this was completely unprecedented. It was also the second sign of the apocalypse.
Now, Hagurumon has left, due to finally getting a break. Commandramon is still pretty sure he's dreaming. And Takara Kureha sees a big red button under his desk.
Hagurumon will later be quoted as claiming he had ordered that button removed. The workers who were to remove it claim they never received an appropriate signature. The person responsible for signing their permits claims he never got the form to sign. The form to sign is about two-thirds down the stack of papers on top of Takara Kureha's desk. This is what happens when people who don't know the first thing about politics decide to be politicians.
As he looks out over the nuclear wasteland that was once the Digital World, the fourth horseman of the apocalypse checks his pocket watch. "Am I late?" Ogudomon wonders. After all, it would appear that the apocalypse was started long before he arrived.
And then the apocalypse begins.
(Bits please)
Probably Takara Kureha. The human was... Less than in perfect mental health. So felt the Digimon sitting in the excessively large President's Chair, a floating gear known has Hagurumon. He had to admit, if there was one great thing about this presidential election- It was that Takara no longer used him as a hoverboard whenever he felt like it.
Or so he claimed, but privately... He would never admit to the fact that he rather missed the good old days. Chaos and explosions around every corner. A new treasure waiting past every trap. If by treasure, you meant more traps! And since to Takara Kureha, the adventure was the real treasure... Yes, yes the traps were as good as any treasure. Hagurumon wondered what he was up to now.
Hagurumon sighed. "I'll go find him" the gear declared, hovering over the desk. As the Digimon exited the office, a voice behind him exclaimed, "But sir! What about the paperwork!" Referring, of course, to the mountain of paper piled nearly to the ceiling. Had Hagurumon even filled out a single page in his time here!?
"Get someone with hands to do it," Hagurumon called back. He spun those gears at his side that were utterly incapable of holding a pen for emphasis. "I'm sure we have an unpaid intern around to do it while I'm gone." After all, that was exactly what President Takara had done, mused the unpaid intern Hagurumon.
Elsewhere in the Digital World, Digital President Takara Kureha was hunting Digital Treasure in a Digital Dungeon. It wasn't a very good dungeon. None of the traps was even remotely creative. Just the standard pitfalls, poisoned arrows, flamethrowers, croc pits, block puzzles, and giant boulders. Where was the danger? The excitement? Also, seriously, block puzzles in this day and age? Takara was going to have some words with the designer when he got out.
And thanks to the power tool formerly known as Drimogemon, that was easier done than said. With the help of his trusty drill, Takara simply punched through any wall in his way- Simple! Doing things this way lacked romance, but not nearly so much as this dungeon did!
What he sought was not nearly the exit, no. This place deserved a beautiful burial, at the very least. And he had found the perfect place to put it to rest. "Digi-memory, slot in! Execute! Reload, Whamon!"
The air shimmered as a massive digimon formed inside of a very small room. Takara Kureha was left in the only safe place- Inside the belly of the beast. Outside, the pressure created by the appearance of this magnificent creature was showing. Cracks form on the walls and ceiling. The anticipation is deadly.
The result looks almost like a volcanic eruption- It's just missing the ash and the lava. A huge cloud of dust and debris rises into the air, before falling back to earth. And once the dust has settled... All that remains is Takara Kureha, smack dab in the middle of a big crater.
"So, this is what that unidentified expense was. I suppose hiring famous architects to build you a playground is better than, say, turning the human world into a nuclear wasteland for hunting zombies in. That was not a suggestion."
It turns out, explosions are a great way of tracking down Takara Kureha.
For those of you wondering how Hagurumon got from there to here so fast, he took a motorcycle. After all, if you have the ability to integrate with mechanical systems, it would be a shame not to use it. This is not the plothole you are looking for.
"Hey, that's an interesting idea. I knew there's a reason I keep you around! Now come on, I need to teach that guy a thing or two about a good trap." Takara whistled as he hijacked the Haguru-cycle without a second thought.
It was several days later when Takara Kureha left the residence of famed architect Kenkimon. "I thought he'd never leave. Who voted this nutjob in, in the first place!?" Kenkimon chose to ignore the fact that he, too, had voted for Takara Kureha. With a sigh, the digimon began to redo all of his plans. Third time's the charm, and all...
"Alright Takara, you've had your fun. There's paperwork to be done." Hagurumon scolded. Terrifyingly, it actually seemed like Takara was listening. This was, of course, the first sign of the apocalypse. Hagurumon really should have been more suspicious, but... He was just happy that Takara Kureha would be doing his job for once.
Takara Kureha doing paperwork was a sight that Hagurumon had thought he would only see in a dream. When they had arrived back at the office, he thought Commandramon's eyes would pop out of his head! In the time since taking office, Takara had been in there exactly once. And it was for a photo shoot. In other words, this was completely unprecedented. It was also the second sign of the apocalypse.
Now, Hagurumon has left, due to finally getting a break. Commandramon is still pretty sure he's dreaming. And Takara Kureha sees a big red button under his desk.
Hagurumon will later be quoted as claiming he had ordered that button removed. The workers who were to remove it claim they never received an appropriate signature. The person responsible for signing their permits claims he never got the form to sign. The form to sign is about two-thirds down the stack of papers on top of Takara Kureha's desk. This is what happens when people who don't know the first thing about politics decide to be politicians.
As he looks out over the nuclear wasteland that was once the Digital World, the fourth horseman of the apocalypse checks his pocket watch. "Am I late?" Ogudomon wonders. After all, it would appear that the apocalypse was started long before he arrived.
And then the apocalypse begins.
(Bits please)
