MPC-#40-2 Like Taking Candy From A Baby (Bounty Hunters)
May 29, 2017 20:23:51 GMT
Post by Deleted on May 29, 2017 20:23:51 GMT
Multiple Monmon chattered amongst one another inside the confines of their stronghold. There was an air of excitement amongst the primates as they eagerly await their boss's arrival. They all were ready for the slightest order from him or the higher-up Monmons to take action. Idly, they spent their time doing what they mostly end up doing... devouring bananas and pelting their brethren with rocks whatever else they could get their mits on. Such was the life of a idling bandit mook.
It was then that one of the Monmons caught sight of something... it immediate screeching and beginning to holler in excitement. Soon, all the other Monmon joined in the wild hooting and hollering.
Bouncing amongst the trees of the jungle-like environment and heading towards what looked like a makeshift fortress made entirely of wood, a Targetmon agilely made it's way to it. Right behind it, two Monmon carrying bags of valuables were close beside the Champion level Puppet Digimon.
As soon as the adventuring primates reached the base, they were immediately surrounded by their co-workers, the swarm of Monmons hooting wildly as they swarmed around their boss. The Targetmon had an eager and wild look on his face, chortling loudly as he soaked in the adoration of his fans.
"We got a big load this time boys! We're filthy stinkin' rich!" The Targetmon screeched out triumphantly, the dozens of Rookies joining him.
Honestly, this had been one of the biggest hauls he and his bandit gang have ever pulled in. They managed to nab a lot of folks' goods and possessions earlier, but the grand prize was their last little stakeout. He and his minions ambushed this rather dainty-looking human girl who had been lugging around quite a couple of pretty possessions. Whole lot of fancy-looking gadgets and everything, they looking freshly bought from Terminus City or something. Perfect stuff for he and his boys to sell to some schmucks later for a fat wad of bits.
The best part was that this chick didn't even have a Digimon or anything! Not even a Digivice! Weird as hell for a human to be wandering around the Digital World without either of those things, but damn if it didn't make her a very easy pick. Hell, it was perhaps the easiest robbery he's ever done! And who said a life of crime didn't pay anyway?
The many Monmon slowly began to disperse, carrying away their new loot to their treasure hoard for later. It was a time of celebration amongst the gang of bandits, they all eagerly debating amongst them themselves what to do with their ill-gained earnings. They estimated that total, their horde of junk was about a hundred thousand bits worth of valuables that they could pawn off to junk ethusiasists. One hundred thousand bits is not a pauper amount of money, it being more than enough money to throw around for anything they'd want.
A single Monmon screamed out for banana sundaes. Needless to say, that one comment alone was enough to spark a loud commotion amongst them. Even digital monkeys were drawn to the allure of the yellow fruit, ice cream being a wonderful sounding bonus to it all. After all, who didn't like ice cream?
As the Monmmons and their boss hooted wildly at the thought of an ice cream day, a few of the Monmons started to settle down. They felt... an odd sensation run down their spine. Not necessarily fear, but it was enough to unnerve them. The feeling turned out to be infectious, more and more of their comrades noticing the awkward vibe that seemed to be whafting through the air.
Targetmon quickly noticed his minions' sudden change of mood. He couldn't help but get the vibe that something went wrong just now, though he wasn't aware of the scale of such. All he knew was that SOMETHING began to spook his Monmons. "Oy! What's with you boys? Someone fart or somethin'?"
While not evident immediately, slowly the sounds of something rustling through the trees off in the distance began to come into existence. At first, many of the primates just assumed that it was just some wind or perhaps some large Digimon passing by far away from here... But the noise only began to grow steadily louder. Only then was it clear that SOMETHING was heading their way.
Targetmon felt a bead of sweat run down his pink fur, he somewhat meekly approaching the edge of their treehouse base. The lone Champion level began to climb upwards, eventually perching himself dexterously on the very tip of their base. Flipping his Yarimasu Sunglasses on, the Puppet Digimon began to scan the area near them and off in the distance... attempting to decipher any sight of the anomaly amidst the jungle.
"... Man up! We been busted boys!" The Targetmon immediately screeched out to his Monmons, they beginning to panic wildly. "Get to your battlestations! This is not a drill! I repeat, this is not a god damn drill!" He'd yell once more, actually a bit terrified himself.
He realized he made a horrible mistake robbing that girl now.
Off in the distance, he could see the huge form of a large chimeric-looking Digimon covered in armor practically smashing its way through the trees as it strided towards their base. Riding atop the giant Digimon was the girl. The VERY same girl that he and his boys robbed just yesterday. He honestly could not believe it frankly.
Earlier, that girl looked like the sweetest thing... Delicate and all frilly-looking. They seriously looked completely harmless! But now... she had this wild and nasty look on her face... the kind that descively murderous. Cripes, this could only mean one thing... he and his boys got duped!
This chick had a Digimon this whole time! And she played them like a god damn fiddle! She must have set herself up as bait and followed them the way back! He cursed himself for his foolishness and how naive he had been.
The Targetmon though quickly reminded himself that this chick and her giant chimera-y Digimon were still grossly outnumbered. It was at least thirty Rookies and a Champion level against... actually he didn't know what level the Digimon was, but they still had a very big advantage in numbers!
Soon enough, the beastial Digimon was in plain sight, many Monmons stationed outside and in the trees aiming their slingshots... ready to fire dozens of rocks. Targetmon with renewed confidence climbed down to the railings of the treehouse, a smug grin on his face directed to the girl riding the chimera.
"So... you got me this time girly! You are the first person to actually track down our little gang! So care I ask ya... why in bloody ell' are you here?" The Champion level scoffed at the girl, attempting to hide any insecurities he was feeling from their new visitors. It was honestly a tense situation amongst him and the Monmons, for he was not lying that no one has ever tracked them down until now. "While you certainly are clever I admit, we can't just go and let you tell any authority folks where our hideout is! That'd be mighty bad for us!"
The girl stared at the various primate Digimon, a slight smirk forming on the edges of her mouth. Needless to say, she looked awfully smug right now. "That's fine. I was not intending to alert anyone to you or your gang's presense frankly."
The Targetmon tilted his head slightly to the side in confusion, unsure as to what she meant. "... Then what the bloody ell' are you here for anyway?!"
The girl began to softly laugh, her steed's three heads doing the same. She brushed a bit of her blonde hair out of her line of sight, a devilish smile on her face. "What I'm saying is... none of you are getting away alive." She'd rather politely state before pointing a finger at the Targetmon. "Burn them to ashes Circe."
Before any of the Monmons or even Targetmon could react, the Chimaeramon spewed out emerald-green flames everywhere... the sounds of agony quickly filling the area as the treehouse was engulfed in fire.
It would take the collective joint effort of many of Cipher Jungle's locals to put out the unholy flames that had earlier spread across one part of the jungle. Many of the Digimon there had not been aware of the cause of said outbreak of fire... Though Satsuki was not particularly troubled by just leaving the flames to grow.
The job specifically stated to either capture the gang of Monmons and Targetmon... or delete them for good. Nothing stated that she had to clean up the mess after all. She and her partner were better at destruction rather than cleanup anyway.
Walking away from the Bureau of Whitewater City with a fresh bag of bits, the still giggling Arpamon by her side, Satsuki smiled at her earnings. Another very successful operation if she did say so herself. Truly, it was like taking candy from a baby.
Given, it did take them some time to hunt down the remaining Monmons as they very quickly scattered after they practically vaporized their boss and turned to dust their base... but attempting to evade the highly-trained senses of Circe's Chimaeramon form was a futile effort.
Needless to say, since she and Circe set up operations here at Whitewater, crime in Whitewater and it's surrounding areas has been steadily plummeting. A mere side effect of their work... Given, it was very much on the brutal side.
Then again, sometimes you have to crack a few eggs to make an omelette. This omelette though was a very large one.
(OOC: Gib me dem bitterinos m8.)
It was then that one of the Monmons caught sight of something... it immediate screeching and beginning to holler in excitement. Soon, all the other Monmon joined in the wild hooting and hollering.
Bouncing amongst the trees of the jungle-like environment and heading towards what looked like a makeshift fortress made entirely of wood, a Targetmon agilely made it's way to it. Right behind it, two Monmon carrying bags of valuables were close beside the Champion level Puppet Digimon.
As soon as the adventuring primates reached the base, they were immediately surrounded by their co-workers, the swarm of Monmons hooting wildly as they swarmed around their boss. The Targetmon had an eager and wild look on his face, chortling loudly as he soaked in the adoration of his fans.
"We got a big load this time boys! We're filthy stinkin' rich!" The Targetmon screeched out triumphantly, the dozens of Rookies joining him.
Honestly, this had been one of the biggest hauls he and his bandit gang have ever pulled in. They managed to nab a lot of folks' goods and possessions earlier, but the grand prize was their last little stakeout. He and his minions ambushed this rather dainty-looking human girl who had been lugging around quite a couple of pretty possessions. Whole lot of fancy-looking gadgets and everything, they looking freshly bought from Terminus City or something. Perfect stuff for he and his boys to sell to some schmucks later for a fat wad of bits.
The best part was that this chick didn't even have a Digimon or anything! Not even a Digivice! Weird as hell for a human to be wandering around the Digital World without either of those things, but damn if it didn't make her a very easy pick. Hell, it was perhaps the easiest robbery he's ever done! And who said a life of crime didn't pay anyway?
The many Monmon slowly began to disperse, carrying away their new loot to their treasure hoard for later. It was a time of celebration amongst the gang of bandits, they all eagerly debating amongst them themselves what to do with their ill-gained earnings. They estimated that total, their horde of junk was about a hundred thousand bits worth of valuables that they could pawn off to junk ethusiasists. One hundred thousand bits is not a pauper amount of money, it being more than enough money to throw around for anything they'd want.
A single Monmon screamed out for banana sundaes. Needless to say, that one comment alone was enough to spark a loud commotion amongst them. Even digital monkeys were drawn to the allure of the yellow fruit, ice cream being a wonderful sounding bonus to it all. After all, who didn't like ice cream?
As the Monmmons and their boss hooted wildly at the thought of an ice cream day, a few of the Monmons started to settle down. They felt... an odd sensation run down their spine. Not necessarily fear, but it was enough to unnerve them. The feeling turned out to be infectious, more and more of their comrades noticing the awkward vibe that seemed to be whafting through the air.
Targetmon quickly noticed his minions' sudden change of mood. He couldn't help but get the vibe that something went wrong just now, though he wasn't aware of the scale of such. All he knew was that SOMETHING began to spook his Monmons. "Oy! What's with you boys? Someone fart or somethin'?"
While not evident immediately, slowly the sounds of something rustling through the trees off in the distance began to come into existence. At first, many of the primates just assumed that it was just some wind or perhaps some large Digimon passing by far away from here... But the noise only began to grow steadily louder. Only then was it clear that SOMETHING was heading their way.
Targetmon felt a bead of sweat run down his pink fur, he somewhat meekly approaching the edge of their treehouse base. The lone Champion level began to climb upwards, eventually perching himself dexterously on the very tip of their base. Flipping his Yarimasu Sunglasses on, the Puppet Digimon began to scan the area near them and off in the distance... attempting to decipher any sight of the anomaly amidst the jungle.
"... Man up! We been busted boys!" The Targetmon immediately screeched out to his Monmons, they beginning to panic wildly. "Get to your battlestations! This is not a drill! I repeat, this is not a god damn drill!" He'd yell once more, actually a bit terrified himself.
He realized he made a horrible mistake robbing that girl now.
Off in the distance, he could see the huge form of a large chimeric-looking Digimon covered in armor practically smashing its way through the trees as it strided towards their base. Riding atop the giant Digimon was the girl. The VERY same girl that he and his boys robbed just yesterday. He honestly could not believe it frankly.
Earlier, that girl looked like the sweetest thing... Delicate and all frilly-looking. They seriously looked completely harmless! But now... she had this wild and nasty look on her face... the kind that descively murderous. Cripes, this could only mean one thing... he and his boys got duped!
This chick had a Digimon this whole time! And she played them like a god damn fiddle! She must have set herself up as bait and followed them the way back! He cursed himself for his foolishness and how naive he had been.
The Targetmon though quickly reminded himself that this chick and her giant chimera-y Digimon were still grossly outnumbered. It was at least thirty Rookies and a Champion level against... actually he didn't know what level the Digimon was, but they still had a very big advantage in numbers!
Soon enough, the beastial Digimon was in plain sight, many Monmons stationed outside and in the trees aiming their slingshots... ready to fire dozens of rocks. Targetmon with renewed confidence climbed down to the railings of the treehouse, a smug grin on his face directed to the girl riding the chimera.
"So... you got me this time girly! You are the first person to actually track down our little gang! So care I ask ya... why in bloody ell' are you here?" The Champion level scoffed at the girl, attempting to hide any insecurities he was feeling from their new visitors. It was honestly a tense situation amongst him and the Monmons, for he was not lying that no one has ever tracked them down until now. "While you certainly are clever I admit, we can't just go and let you tell any authority folks where our hideout is! That'd be mighty bad for us!"
The girl stared at the various primate Digimon, a slight smirk forming on the edges of her mouth. Needless to say, she looked awfully smug right now. "That's fine. I was not intending to alert anyone to you or your gang's presense frankly."
The Targetmon tilted his head slightly to the side in confusion, unsure as to what she meant. "... Then what the bloody ell' are you here for anyway?!"
The girl began to softly laugh, her steed's three heads doing the same. She brushed a bit of her blonde hair out of her line of sight, a devilish smile on her face. "What I'm saying is... none of you are getting away alive." She'd rather politely state before pointing a finger at the Targetmon. "Burn them to ashes Circe."
Before any of the Monmons or even Targetmon could react, the Chimaeramon spewed out emerald-green flames everywhere... the sounds of agony quickly filling the area as the treehouse was engulfed in fire.
It would take the collective joint effort of many of Cipher Jungle's locals to put out the unholy flames that had earlier spread across one part of the jungle. Many of the Digimon there had not been aware of the cause of said outbreak of fire... Though Satsuki was not particularly troubled by just leaving the flames to grow.
The job specifically stated to either capture the gang of Monmons and Targetmon... or delete them for good. Nothing stated that she had to clean up the mess after all. She and her partner were better at destruction rather than cleanup anyway.
Walking away from the Bureau of Whitewater City with a fresh bag of bits, the still giggling Arpamon by her side, Satsuki smiled at her earnings. Another very successful operation if she did say so herself. Truly, it was like taking candy from a baby.
Given, it did take them some time to hunt down the remaining Monmons as they very quickly scattered after they practically vaporized their boss and turned to dust their base... but attempting to evade the highly-trained senses of Circe's Chimaeramon form was a futile effort.
Needless to say, since she and Circe set up operations here at Whitewater, crime in Whitewater and it's surrounding areas has been steadily plummeting. A mere side effect of their work... Given, it was very much on the brutal side.
Then again, sometimes you have to crack a few eggs to make an omelette. This omelette though was a very large one.
(OOC: Gib me dem bitterinos m8.)
