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Hold on to your nuts! [OGRELORDS]
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Post by Noxis on Mar 27, 2017 3:02:16 GMT
Yeesh! What a disaster it was back in the woods! Meeting Mana again was wonderful, but all that followed was a complete pain in the ass. Not that Graedon didn’t enjoy battling dinosaurs or anything, but that mechanical hunk of junk was so damn dramatic about his need for power. “Ooooh look at me, I’m a clanking android, hear me rawr, nye nye nye.” He was such a wimpy little princess. After that encounter with MetalGreymon, the duo had decided that they wanted to veer away from fighting and thugging for a while. It was fun and all, but they wanted nothing more right now than a pleasant repose: basking in the sun, napping on silky sands, seeping in the calm sounds of the ocean’s currents licking the shoreline. And what better place for this than the Southern Tropics?
Granted, the last time that Rett and Grae had travelled this far south, they caused a bit of a ruckus in the city. Harassing a lone and lost human with no partner, stealing his briefcase, threatening to destroy his most prized possessions, taunting, teasing, and blackmailing him. Eventually gawking at the photo of his wife with some very rude and defaming commentary… Nothing that unusual, really. Oh, and casually leading to him losing one of his limbs; no big deal. They had to flee after that, as they’d attracted enough attention from the locals to warrant a chase. It seemed that everywhere they went, there was always trouble.
But not this time! No, they were keen on keeping with this idea of being relaxed, quiet, peaceful beach goers who just enjoyed their tropical getaway like normal beings. It was going to be totally fine, they told themselves, knowing that this would most likely only be wishful thinking. Realistically, who were they kidding? Trouble ran in their veins.
”Rett! I’m hungry! Let’s go back to town and grab some grub!” An adenoidal voice rose over the sand dune, soon accompanied by the silhouette of a plump little bear. Graedon stood over his tamer, casting a thick shadow directly upon the shirtless man. Everett groaned, sliding his sunglasses down the bridge of his nose. He glared irately from beneath the lenses, eyes landing right on the lingering digimon.
”Yer in my sunlight. Move it bub.” he growled, pushing his shades back to their original spot.
”I ain’t hungry, I’m tryna catch some rays here! Go find yerself a little something around here. You’re a big boy.” The man plopped his back on the sand, content and comfortable. Clearly, Everett had little interest in babysitting right now.
Graedon shrugged his shoulders and spun around, leaving the lawyer to his sunbathing… but not before kicking a mount of sand at him. Everett shot up from his seat outraged, his face instantly burning bright red in rage.
”YOU SONUVABITCH! GET BACK HERE!” He shook his fists in the air frantically. Graedon however, was high tailing it out of there, giggling impishly with every step he took. He just couldn’t resist!
After running a good distance down the beach, the bruin decided to start hunting for a snack. He scanned the horizons and found something standing tall in the distance. He spotted a single palm tree at the heart of one of the archipelago’s zero-shaped islands. He hobbled over to the tree with hope that there’d be a diginut or an orange banana or something flourishing from it’s top; and he was in luck! There, tucked away beneath the leafy canopy above it, hung a lonely coconut. He grew excited, but then realized that there was one little problem… the tree was really tall. A giraffe-like freak of nature, in fact.
The little bear began to run through his options. Well, he could climb all that way, but truth be told he was far too lazy for that. He could digivolve and pluck it off effortlessly, but realistically, that would make him even more hungry, so that would be pointless. Maybe he could scour the nearby waters for a rock that he could toss up? Maybe he could break down the tree or launch an attack? No, then he’d risk breaking the nut or causing a ruckus and getting chased out of here again, and that would make Everett maaaaaad.
He stood and pondered this, ignoring his surroundings like the careless buffoon he was, completely oblivious to the fact that he was not the only digimon with his eyes on the prize above.
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Post by theogrelords on Mar 27, 2017 19:23:02 GMT
Gradeon, miracle among miracles, managed not to be the least aware person in the room today. Standing on the other side of the tree, an even more oblivious trio of buffoons was currently fixated on the exact same goal. A Pagumon sat at the top of the small stack that they had assembled, two Botamon squished somewhat beneath him. The trio wobbled back and forth as sea breezes cut through the air, but the Pagumon on top was full of resolve as he reached up for the precious coconut that awaited. His red eyes, already somewhat squinted, practically shut with concentration, while the finger-like protrusions at the end of his ears writhed eagerly. Occasionally he gave a small, impatient bounce, squishing the Botamon beneath him somewhat as he tried to reach for the coconut.
"I really don't think this schematic's gonna work, boss," the fatter of the two Botamon said, occasionally letting out an irritated grunt as Pagumon's bouncing intensified.
"Bah! You just gotta stand up taller," the Pagumon insisted. "It's right at the tip of my fingers, I know it."
"Gwarharhar!" interrupted the smaller Botamon. "If you think that's gonna work, you're as nuts as that coco is!"
Whap! One of Paugmon's ears whipped down to slap the Botamon. "Ah, can it!" he shouted. In an autonomous response the Botamon swelled up, bouncing Pagumon a little bit into the air. To an outside onlooker, Pagumon was maybe another inch higher off of the ground than he was before. To Pagumon, however, he was so much higher than he was before. He looked down at his remaining brother, a wicked grin on his face. "Now that's the spirit! Oi, get on that, too!"
"Okay, that is definitively not going to work," the larger Botamon muttered. "You're losing it!"
In response, Pagumon pointed at the coconut on top of the tree. "No, if you don't get me up there, we're all losing it!" he said. "Come on, do it already!"
"Yeah, c'mon, you're way bigger than me. You got this!" the smaller Botamon said, snickering under his breath.
The large Botamon sighed, puffed up, and then promptly rolled right off of his smaller brother. It turned out that stacking to round balls on top of each other was a recipe for disaster. The two Botamon bounced and rolled away, leaving Pagumon flailing as he fell to the ground. He bounced with a small squeaking sound, eventually landing upside down. "The heck was that all about?" he demanded, looking back and forth between the two Botamon. One was uproariously laughing, while the other was practically fuming.
"You should've seen the look on your face when you slipped off! Oh man, you're killing me here," the smaller Botamon said.
"If I didn't just have these stumps for orifices, you bet I'd be killing you!" the larger one barked, rolling over to the other Botamon. The two started yelling at each other, occasionally slamming their foreheads and rubbery bodies into each other as if posturing for dominance.
Whack! Whack! Two smashes, one with each ear, sent both Botamon rolling away from each other. "Focus, ya blob-brains!" Pagumon shouted. "Cut the chatter and go look for some kinda slingshot. We're gonna get up there one way or another."
"And what about you?"
"I gotta nap! Braining's big work, y'know?" Pagumon said. Before either Botamon could even protest he curled himself up, ears wrapped over his eyes like a makeshift sleep mask. Sighing, the two Botamon began to bounce off, looking for some sort of object to help them out.
It was far too likely they'd bite off more than they could chew. |
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Post by Noxis on Aug 21, 2017 23:33:44 GMT
The rambunctious little bear knew that he had no chance of simply “thinking” the coconut down, for even in the Digital World, physics didn’t work that way. They didn’t work Graedon’s way, no matter how much he willed it in his mind. He had to find a method which could abide by the laws of gravity, a hassle no doubt, but not without its reward. Maybe he could cross the beach and go off into the brush, find a stick or a branch, or ideally a ladder. For all he knew, maybe some stray digimon was once in the same predicament as he was in now, and maybe they went through the trouble of building a ladder out of branches, using it, and then conveniently leaving the ladder by the sand’s edge? That would be splendid. Highly unlikely, but utterly fantastic.
Graedon paced on the sands in the shallow waters, kicking up lustrous droplets as he dipped his heels. His eyes were tipped down in a focused gaze, and though they were taking in sight where he stepped, he was not processing it. He was far too preoccupied with wishing there was a ladder to notice the coarse rock protruding from the shore, and found himself clumsily stubbing his toe.
”YEOWCH” he yelped immediately, jerking his foot back as quickly as he could. He darted to the side and clenched his teeth and fists, ready to pummel the sucker who did that to him. But to his dismay, there was no one there; only a rigid lump of sediment’ Graedon imagined it laughing right in his face, his own features wrinkling in disapproval.
”Whatever…” he grumbled and walked away.
The encounter with the rock turned out to provide its own benefits. After turning back towards the palm tree, Graedon noticed three spherical blobs bouncing about at the foot of the tree. Did those pipsqueaks really think they stood a chance at stealing HIS coconut?
”Oh hell no!” he muttered under his breath as he began stepping in their direction. He watched them bicker, then pile atop each other, then fail, and then bicker again. He watched as two of them continued to try, whilst one of them simply covered his eyes and seemingly nodded off. He watched as the two eager ones bounced away towards the edge of the beach and decided this would be his time to strike. He had an idea.
Graedon crept out of the shallow water and onto the sand closer to the slumbering Pagumon. Once he was on the ground, he was ready to execute his plan. He charged up as much leg power as he could muster and bolted into a full blown sprint, leaping towards the Pagumon’s head with great momentum. His foot made contact and stuck on the creature’s frame for a split second before he continued valiantly forward, bounding off of Pagumon and up towards the nut. Graedon knew he wouldn’t be able to cover that much air in a single jump, and so reaching with his other leg, continued his vertical journey by springing off of the tree itself.
Unfortunately, he put a little too much emphasis on the “springing” and not enough on the “vertical”.
Graedon reached the peak of now-sideways jump and quickly found himself plunging.
”Stupid gravity.” he cursed, watching the coconut grow farther and farther. He ended up becoming too fixated on how it was gravity’s fault, and neglected to notice that he was falling quite fast; after all, a fat bear digimon, as short as he was, was no feather. Graedon hit the ground flat on his back with a softened thud, the sand absorbing most of the sound from the impact. A large cloud of grit and dust erupted from beneath him, and for a brief moment, nothing could be seen through it.
Coughing in the haze, the Bearmon lay there frustrated, waiting for the cloud to pass so he could catch his breath after the winding fall. In the mess, he completely forgot about the fact that the Pagumon was still there, and was probably pretty pissed off.
Oh well, it was just a Pagumon after all, right?
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Post by theogrelords on Sept 13, 2017 16:28:26 GMT
Sand exploded around the beach as Pagumon tore forward in his monster truck. Not that he was driving it, of course. Why drive a perfectly good truck when you could guide it from the hood like a real badass? Admiring Digimon dove out of the way as he began doing a series of wide, sweeping donuts around the beach, their screams quickly giving way to "ooohs" and "aaahs" as they admired the form of Pagumon's driving. Looking down at his adoring audience, he raised his floppy, hand-like ears to the sky and stroke a pose.
The big, muscly arms on the monster truck followed suit, because every monster truck worth its salt had those.
The crowd went wild at the display, throwing roses, cans of protein powder, and the occasional Oscar. At one point a Mervamon flung herself out of the crowd, landing right in Pagumon's arms. He looked down at her, grinning cheekily, only to notice something on the horizon that made him drop her immediately. He posed again, pointing towards what looked to be a bright pillar of light in order to guide his monster truck in that direction. As he approached more closely, Pagumon heard an all too familiar voice beckoning him to come closer.
"You ain't half bad, kid. How about you roll with me next time?"
Holy shit, it was The Rock. Pagumon's face nearly split in a huge, beaming grin as he drove towards The Rock, trying his hardest not to fanboy over this moment. The Rock merely cocked an eyebrow in interest, watching as Pagumon's monster truck approached faster and faster. Pagumon was so excited for this that he didn't even notice that the sky was steadily darkening. He was too busy watching as The Rock raised his arm for a fist bump. Just as he was about to drive into The Rock's outstretched fist, he suddenly felt the darkness clamp on him like a vise.
His eyes widened in shock, and Pagumon noticed some fatass bear bouncing off of him.
Thankfully, the bear made up for his transgression by eating it in a hilarious fashion. Pagumon bounded towards him, one hand wrapped around his eyes and mouth like a makeshift scarf and the other pointing so he could properly laugh at the bear. "That's what ya get for using me as a cushion, y'hear?" he said, occasionally coughing a little from the dust that was getting in his mouth. It didn't help that, being maybe a head tall, the dust was settling on top of him in a little pile. He tried to shake it off, but more just kept on tumbling down. How much did this bear kick up?
By the time the cloud passed, Pagumon had finally given up on shaking it off. His arms folded pose would've looked way cooler if it wasn't for the little mound of sand he was currently wearing as a hat. "Now, who the heck are you? And what are you doing on my beach?"
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Post by Noxis on Sept 21, 2017 2:54:46 GMT
Nothing but dust. Dust and darkness. Lungs like concrete and a chest tighter than USA’s health budget, it was the end. Just like that, an airless chamber of nothingness seemed to be his fate; asphyxiation by stupidity. Oh if only he’d leapt higher! If only he’d payed attention to his fall. If only-
Mere seconds after Graedon’s panic took control of his brain, the young bruin found himself inhaling deeply. He wasn’t dying, his lungs hadn’t collapsed, he was only winded. Shocked, and the fall certainly hurt, but merely out of breath. Coughing as the sandy cloud dispersed, Graedon sat up and breathed deeply. His head on a swivel, the digimon looked around for a perp responsible for this ugly sensation. He soon realized that it was his own fault to a tee, and so he stood up and shook himself off. He frowned as he noticed the sheer amount of dirt caught in his beautiful fur, and so he took a moment to pick meticulously at his hairs.
Grooming, though a hefty priority, was soon interrupted by a rather irritating tone. Some pipsqueak was speaking, and immediately Graedon’s blood boiled. He deserved this? Oh HELL no.
The bear digimon hopped to his feet and spun around, stomping his heavy feet in a dramatic fashion. His fists were clenched, his chest was puffed, and his eyes were set to kill. Who DARED speak to him this way? A moron, that’s who!
His eyes landed on the culprit; a short and stubby mound with eyes. It was in fact the very mound he utilized to extend his reach towards that glorious coconut dangling from the sky-scraper of a tree.
”Hah!” rather than greeting the child with hostility, he couldn’t help but laugh.
”Hahaha! You?! Really, YOU are the one badmouthing ME? Oh man, what a riot.” Graedon burst out laughing.
”You who is smaller than my head? You, who is as ugly as a Gazimon’s ass? Ha!” he shot out his hand, pointing aggressively in the Pagumon’s face.
”Wait, that’s because you ARE a Gazimon’s ass, bahaha! Oh this is rich. Listen up bub, you ain’t nothin’! Y-you don’t even have hands! The hell you going on about talkin’ crap about digimon who are obviously better than you. Grae cocked his head back and smirked. His hands found a comfortable place perched upon his hips.
”So lemme get this straight. Not only do you not have a god damn body, but yer also missing a brain! Oh boy, I should just put you out of yer misery. Maybe your next digi-egg will contain some worthwhile data!”
The bear digimon then kicked a thick stream of sand at the Pagumon as hard as he could, proceeding to spit in his direction.
”The beach is mine, ya hear? Piss off chump!”
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