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[JOB] Hat's World-Class, to You!
Katrina
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Post by Katrina on Sept 14, 2017 1:15:46 GMT
JOB: "Where My Hat is At"
After learning about jobs in the Digital World from Mana and her two partner digimon, Katrina and Lammon visited the City Hall in Terminus where she could gather more information on it. Learning how to accept an odd job, the duo decided together that they would tackle something simple for their first experience, tomorrow. Checking the board on that next day, they found 4 jobs remaining. One option seemed potentially dangerous; another required swimming, which Rina couldn't do. The remaining two choices were at least safest ones. Between doing repair work and searching for lost beach hats, they opted to go hat hunting. All of the jobs were from Whitewater City, so they would have to travel. It was a chance for them to explore more of the Digital World's surroundings. Lammon doesn't get around, and Katrina was new to the place, altogether; this was a great opportunity. Accepting the hat job, the side-ponytailed redhead and her sheep-y companion climbed aboard a Trailmon and made their way to the unknown city location. Arriving by some time after noon, Katrina marveled at the beauty of the beach-side city. Much like Terminus, the place was busy! And after walking around for a bit to take in the sights, Rina found the beach, which almost sapped away her motivation to do any work whatsoever; thankfully, Lammon was there to reel her back in. After a cleansing breath, the orange-haired teen pulled out a sheet of paper with the job's info on it. "Alrighty, let's go over this job thing one more time. .... .... .... So we've gotta find as many of the lost beach hats as we can. ...They're saying someone's been stealing them from the shops in the area.""We should meet up with the person who sent the request; they can tell us about the situation so far." Rina replied "Yeah," looking at the paper before distantly eyeing the city's larger buildings at its center.
About half an hour later, after asking around, the duo found themselves at the location where the client said they could be found. Learning of which shops had taken the hit, and how many times, Rina and Lammon chose one of the shops and decided to stake the place out in broad daylight. The amateurs hid in behind a corner of a building across from the shop for what felt like a whole day - though it was only a few hours. "Thirsty~...." Lammon moaned quietly, sagging her face. A saddened look surfaced over Katrina's face. "I'm sorry, Lammon.... I should've remembered to get drinks before we started. ...But we can't leave now. What if the thief shows up while we're gone?""...What if I shrivel up before they show up? ...We don't even know if they'll come out here or not...!"After a short while of convincing, Rina relented and went with her to buy a few drinks. Thankfully, there was a snack shop a few lengths down from their stakeout location. They only had enough Bits to grab two drinks, though, falling a bit short on a third.
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Post by theogrelords on Sept 14, 2017 20:21:25 GMT
"I've got the most embiggened brain of us all. The heck am I not the head for?"
"You've got the most "embiggened" ass of us all too, so you're bottom of the pyramid."
"Are you saying you can't lift us all?"
"I could lift you all with one finger! But I gotta lift the paper mache Ogremon head, y'know. That's the most important part."
"It's because it looks like you, isn't it?"
"Haw! I'm loads more handsome than that thing. But you gotta make do with what you can get."
"All this hiding's getting me antsious! Come on, let's get a move on already!"
"That's your job, legs! So get your butt moving!"
If Katrina wasn't sure about finding her suspicious figures before, she'd surely know them when she saw them now. What looked like a terrible Ogremon cosplayer came flopping down the streets of Whitewater City. The stranger had a massive Ogremon head made out of paper mache, permanently frozen in a terrifyingly wide smile. Its body, at an oddly stretched 12 feet tall, was wrapped up entirely in at least two trenchcoats. A pair of eyes poked out at the trenchcoat's chest, and another poked out at the groin. It's sense of balance was atrocious, swaying down the street as if it had celebrated far too hard earlier that afternoon. Occasionally it reached down with a rigid fist (were those seriously foam Hulk hands?) to whack itself in the side, whispering encouragement and criticism to its own hips.
Nevertheless, this complete and utter lack of coordination eventually made its way to the local hat stand. It knocked on the wall of the establishment quite a few times, the Hulk hand to its left nearly falling off as it did so. "Oi! Hatman!" it called, sounding like an already deep-voiced individual was trying to make his voice sound even deeper. Christian Bale's Batman would've been embarrassed by that level of put-upon gravel. Eventually a very unamused looking Burgermon appeared, adjusting its own hat as it looked up at the "Ogremon." "I'm looking for a hat big enough to fit my big, beautiful head. Could you tell me about all the hats that exist, ever?"
It was an absurd request. But a customer was a customer, and when you somehow wash out of the burger business you need to do what you can. The Burgermon sighed, then pulled out a list of inventory to start explaining them all. It even had pictures, which delighted the "Ogremon".
More delightful, though, was having a distracted shopkeeper. The "Ogremon" shifted slightly, suddenly sinking 4 feet lower. That was because a SnowGoblimon just did a combat roll out from the back of the trenchcoats, dusting itself off and sighing in relief. Now SnowGoblimon wouldn't have to be sandwiched between those other two in this sweaty heat! He quickly fell on his stomach and began crawling towards the back of the hat stand, ready to take whatever he wanted. It probably would've been more subtle if he didn't insist on humming dramatic spy music as he did so, which was thankfully masked by loud "oooohs" an "aaaaahs" from his brothers poring over the hat catalogue.
Would the Ogrelords' most harebrained scheme yet find success? Only time could tell.
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Katrina
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Post by Katrina on Sept 15, 2017 17:00:55 GMT
"So what do we do if we get hungry?" Lammon queried as she and Katrina made their way back to their hiding spot. Lammon's bottle was already half empty by this point. Katrina had warned her since then not to drink it all off so quickly as these two drinks would be all they'd have for the entire day. ...But that didn't stop Lammon from taking another quick swig, clasping the bottle with both hooves.
"Well we'll have to do without, I guess.... We don't have the money, and no one's gonna give food away for free...." Katrina then glanced away in thought. "But I guess if it gets really bad..., we'll have to abort the mission and head home...."
".... I don't want to go back empty-handed. ...---! ...?"
"Neither do I, Lammon," as she put her water bottle inside the backpack she was wearing. "That's why we've gotta catch this crook... and get the stolen hats back, ay-sap." While Rina was talking, Lammon happened to catch something out of the corner of her eye. Of course, it was at the shop that sold the hats. While the assumed Ogremon in a trench coat did hold her attention for a moment due to past memories, it was a pale blue goblin that really caught her eye as it slunk around behind the hat stand. Lammon paused in her tracks as she watched on, barely able to see the digimon now.
"Hey! Rina!" Lammon loudly whispered to the girl who had gotten several steps ahead of her.
Barely hearing the loud whisper amidst the bustle of the crowds, Rina looked away from her backpack and noticed that the little sheep digimon wasn't by her side. Turning back, her eyes met Lammon's, who then turned her head and gestured to the hat stand. Rina's eyes immediately caught the not-Ogremon, taking it for the real deal. "Ogremon...!? What's he doing all the way out here...!?"
Katrina would never forget their encounter with Ogremon, beating Lammon within an inch of her life and nearly selling the two of them in some slave market. Wanting to get out of sight, "Lammon!" Rina called for them to get to their hiding spot quickly - but discreetly! Once there, they both watched as things unfolded, although the both had their eyes on different creatures - Rina on 'Ogremon' and Lammon on the SnowGoblimon. At this point, Rina still hadn't noticed the Rookie digimon behind the stand of hats, but Lammon was sure to keep her eyes peeled on him.
"You think he's the thief?" Rina asked and wondered. "...Maybe...." Again, both of them were referring to two different beings as they looked on, waiting to see if the SnowGoblimon or 'Ogremon' make a move.
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Post by theogrelords on Sept 24, 2017 22:16:53 GMT
"Oi! Show me the top hat.
Alright, alright, now the garden hat.
. . . Show me the top hat again. I dunno which one I want right now."
"Ogremon" had caught the poor Burgermon in a loop. By constantly asking to see the same two hats, he was keeping him at the front counter for as long as possible. That gave SnowGoblimon free reign to squeeze behind the stand, perusing the many wonderful looking hat racks that were currently available. He eagerly spun the racks around, a hacking cough from "Ogremon" covering up the sound of the hat rack spinning a little too quickly for comfort. Right. This was going to take caution, tact, and subtlety.
Damnit, that sounded a lot like effort.
Also sounding a lot like effort was continuing to put up with "Ogremon." For the twentieth time he asked to see the top hat, Burgermon feeling more like he was giving them an eye exam than he was actually selling them hats. How many times was this ogre going to ask to see the same two hats? It was getting exhausting! "Have you picked one yet?" he asked, the exasperation in his voice palpable. Stupid hat stand. Stupid family business. Stupid paper mache ogre head.
Wait. Something didn't quite seem right here. Burgermon's eyes lowered in suspicion as he looked at the "Ogremon," tilting his head slightly to try and take in some of the details. Under the mask Goblimon started to sweat. This wasn't good. This wasn't good at all. Just as Burgermon started to turn away from the front counter, he slammed both hands down to get Burgermon's attention back.
"We'll take one of everything!"
What. Burgermon coughed somewhat uncomfortably at this announcement, attention right back on his strange customer. "One of everything," he repeated, voice as dry as the beach sands. "All of these hats. Do you have that much money?"
"I've got a real big head," "Ogremon" said. "Sun's been beating down on it nonstop. I gotta get a bunch of hats to cover it all, right? 'Sides, the customer's always right!" That was checkmate. You know, except for the part where it totally wasn't. Burgermon looked very unamused, but hey. Money was money. He sighed as he pulled out a slight calculator, tapping in a few numbers to try and find what the price of literally every hat in the store would be.
Maybe SnowGoblimon should've stopped playing with hatracks before it got to this point. However, he finally set his eyes on the perfect trio of hats for the group. One was a purple cap with a zebra-print band and a long, red feather sticking out of the side. Another was a chef's hat, the words "KISS THE COOK" printed along the front in Digital text. Finally, there was one of those novelty soda drink helmets, unfortunately not pre-loaded with soda. Looking cautiously to make sure nobody was looking on, the SnowGoblimon quickly grabbed the hats and jammed them down his parka. He spun the hatracks back in position, too, to try and hide the stolen merchandise. Then he rolled back out of the shop, putting a finger over his lips to signal that "Ogremon" shouldn't start cheering yet.
Flawless victory?
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Katrina
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Post by Katrina on Sept 27, 2017 21:11:51 GMT
With three hats under the digimon's parka, it was easy for Lammon to spot after a moment. Seeing that the SnowGoblimon didn't have any in hand, nor was he fleeing hastily, she had to look closer at things to make sure that the theft really happened. Lumps were in his chest, and they looked odd and mal-shaped; no way was it natural. Lammon was now totally convinced that the cold-looking goblin was trying to make a cool getaway. "You're not getting away..." Lammon mumbled, ready to jump out of their hiding place and run up to the goblin. Seeing Lammon take a step forward, "!? Lammon, wait!!" Katrina pulled Lammon back to the wall corner. Confused, Lammon turned to Rina with a fitting gaze. "Rina, we have to stop him before he gets away!""Gets away? Ogremon isn't goi---.""Not Ogremon, the Goblimon! The Goblimon that's walking away! He's the thief!""---! What!?" all the while, Lammon's drink-equipped 'hand' pointed towards the culprit, giving Rina a guide for her eyes to follow along. "They're in his shirt! We've gotta go after him, now!" Lammon tugged her arm to try to break the grip, somewhat pulling Katrina out of the alleyway. Rina doubled down and held on with both hands to work the digimon back out of sight. "RINA!""Not yet!!""---!?""Yeah, we could get those hats back..., but remember what the job said? It said to retrieve the stolen hats, didn't it?""Exactly! So let's---""Past tense...!""---.... " Lammon had no idea what that term meant. Rina peeked around the corner to keep an eye on SnowGoblimon. "The ones we're supposed to be getting back are the ones that were already stolen - not just these ones. ...But if we catch 'im now, we'll never find out where he's got the others stashed, right?""We'll just make him tell us...!""What if he doesn't, though...? .... Instead, let's follow 'im; he'll have to put those hats away some time, right? Once we find out where they all are, we can deal with him then and there."Lammon hesitantly nodded in approval, and with that, the duo kept their distance as they began to follow the SnowGoblimon around, not realizing that the 'Ogremon' from before was in on this theft job, as well.
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Post by theogrelords on Oct 7, 2017 1:56:01 GMT
Fortunately, Katrina and Lammon's rambling went unnoticed. It was as if SnowGoblimon was in a world of his own, blocking out anything that may have even come close to approaching him. He hummed a horribly off-key tune to himself as he walked, occasionally chancing upon a beautiful melody only to ruin it with what sounded like vocal dubstep.
If Katrina and Lammon were hoping for an easy stakeout, they'd be wrong. Unlike "Ogremon", who had blundered off in as straight of a line as possible, SnowGoblimon really enjoyed the scenic route. He did a slow, ponderous lap around the boardwalk, occasionally taking off the woolly hat he was wearing to fan himself with. Then, after his little loop, he headed to a local food stand to buy a hot dog. Then another hot dog. Was he seriously buying his hot dogs one at a time? What kind of weirdo were Katrina and Lammon dealing with here? By the time he had purchased his fourth hot dog (keeping them all stacked between his neck and shoulder for conveniences' sake, of course), he was finally content enough to get moving again.
One by one he tossed the hot dogs into his mouth, pretty much eating them whole as he continued walking. It was only when he had finished that SnowGoblimon started changing direction, walking right back to the beach. He stooped down as if to start building a sandcastle, but thankfully he wouldn't be wasting much more of Katrina and Lammon's time. "Ogremon" was back, laughing as he flexed relentlessly at the incoming tides. SnowGoblimon walked up to him, bumping him with a pointed elbow. "Thanks for the hats, daddy," he said, barely able to say the last word without snickering.
"Oi! Don't make this weird on us, ya git!" the "Ogremon" hissed, giving the SnowGoblimon a whack upside the head.
"Hey, hey, hey, don't bust the merchandise," SnowGoblimon warned, dusting a spot where "Ogremon's" ham-like hands nearly splattered a hat. "We worked hard on this one, right?"
"Yeah! The heck was this even for, if not for headwearings?" the "Ogremon's" . . . pants grunted? Weird.
"Fine, fine, fiiiiine," "Ogremon" said, exasperated. "Lets get to the fortress and break these puppies out, eh?" With that said the duo stormed off towards what could charitably be described as a giant pile of sticks. A large fence sitting in front of the pile seemed to be a "door" of sorts, judging by how "Ogremon" pried it open in order to make his way in. SnowGoblimon entered first, then "Ogremon" followed while slamming the fence shut. Torches seemed to erupt as soon as he slammed the door. Clearly, the budget of this house was 0 on structural integrity, 100% on pyrotechnics.
Scrawled on the door was a series of rules:
NO 'UMIES ALLOWED NO GIRLS ALLOWED BEWARE OF DOG BEWARE OF OGRE WIPE YOU FEET BEFORE ENTERING, YA ANIMAL.
Well, at least they were civilized.
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Katrina
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Post by Katrina on Oct 10, 2017 2:20:52 GMT
The second tour of the area - thanks to SnowGoblimon - really wore away Lammon's patience. Watching him saunter around, swallowing hot dogs, and going back towards the beach, the sheep digimon was ready to call it quits and just attack the goblin to retrieve the hats on his being. Katrina had to hold her back to complete the current objective.
Things took a somewhat surprising turn as the duo found out that the 'Ogremon' truly was in on the heist, as well. But now that they had a better look at the motions of the creature, it became clear that something was very 'off' about him. It wasn't until a faint third voice was heard when Rina began to piece things together.
Rina and Lammon followed SnowGoblimon and company back to their assumed base - their 'fortress.' It wasn't much to look at, though, with only the gate's fire display garnering even a small amount of awe from Lammon.
"So we found their base. Do we go in now?" Lammon asked from their hiding spot, speaking somewhat quietly.
"Mmmnnngh...," thinking. "We could've when there was only one of 'em; three, on the other hand, .... ...Maybe it'd be a better idea if we found help, first...."
"Huh!? Why!?"
"?? 'Why?'" She blinked. Did Lammon really ask 'why?' "What'll happen if we get into a fight?"
It seemed as though Rina had at least considered a non-violent resolution. But with the numbers out of their favor, it didn't appear to be a possibility.
"We finally waited them out to find their hideaway! If the cold-looking Goblimon and his friends wanna fight, I'll give 'em one."
"No way! You can't beat all three of them! The group of Goblimon near Terminus were trouble enough for you, Gotsumon and Floramon! Fighting three on one's too reckless!"
Lammon didn't have a rebuttal against the truth. .... Instead, Lammon charged towards the gate-door, "LAMMON!" trying to push it open, to very slow achievement. It was a difficult one - and noisy. Lammon was making some headway but it was sure to attract attention. In the meantime, Katrina ran up to her companion in disbelief that she actually charged in like that. "Lammon, no! Let's get out of here!" Rina's heart was on the verge of racing a mile a minute. She had no idea how things would turn out, now. Try to pull the digimon away with her failed as Lammon broke free and returned to the gate.
"No...!" Lammon exclaimed, continuing to try to force the gate open with her little hoof-y hands. "We can do this ourselves! ...No one else... needs to get involved...!"
"Lammon, no~, c'mon~!" Katrina really didn't believe in their chances of victory, but she wasn't going to leave her behind. She remained quiet as she took notice of the warnings scrawled on the gate, worrying, but thinking of ways to get away if things go south. Why was Lammon so adamant to get this done here and now?
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Post by theogrelords on Oct 13, 2017 1:36:43 GMT
Lammon was in luck. The Ogrelords' "gate", being little more than a dislodged picket fence, fell down pretty much the second that it was tapped. The soft sands of the beach prevented it from making too much noise as it felled, and a somewhat ajar door was now all that was separating Katrina and Lammon from these dastardly bandits. Judging by the sounds spilling from their fortress, they were quite troublesome, too. There were tons of explosions, and constant yelling threatening to be drowned out by the mad bombing. What the heck did they have cooking up inside of this fortress to have this many explosions to spare?
A stiff breeze knocking the door a little further open showed all. It wasn't an actual explosion, but rather the climax of The Fate of the Furious. A very unstable looking DVD player was stuttering like crazy as it tried to get through each scene, with the action barely visible against a thick carpet of static. Eventually a green Goblimon rose from a ratty-looking couch and stepped up to the plate to fix this problem. He gave the DVD player a solid whack with his fist. It didn't change much.
"Welp. Even our TV disrespects the boss now," SnowGoblimon joked, earning an elbow from Goblimon in response.
"Didn't we have a guy in Terminus who'd be refixing it?" a darker green Shamamon asked. " 'Umie technologicals are always breaking down without being fiddled with first."
"You two ate all his chips and he booted us right out of the shop!" Goblimon said, exasperated. With how unintelligent this trio seemed to be, it was unclear whether they meant potato or computer by that. "But it ain't a problem, boys. We got the best mechanic anyone could ask for. Mr. Fisty!" To demonstrate, Goblimon punched down nice and casual onto the DVD player.
It broke.
A silence fell over the room, all three of the Goblimon trio bowing their heads in honor of their fallen comrade. Then when the moment of silence was over, Goblimon hurled it into the corner of their one-room fortress. There were at least five other smashed DVD players there. "Guess we gotta swipe us another, eh?" Goblimon said, dusting his hands off and turning around. As he did so, he finally caught wind of the fact that they were being trailed. He awkwardly turned to face Shamamon, who awkwardly turned to face SnowGoblimon.
SnowGoblimon simply shrugged. "Didn't read the sign?" he asked, standing from his seat to face Katrina and Lammon. Shamamon simply looked around, smirked, and laid down to take the entire couch for himself. "Rude."
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Katrina
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Post by Katrina on Oct 16, 2017 6:52:51 GMT
"You guys stole the hats from the store! We're here to take 'em back!" Lammon took a step forward as she spoke, not wanting to appear weak in front of the threat before them. At the same time, the sheep digimon was sure to keep distance between themselves and the goblins. Not well-versed in close combat, she wanted to have enough space to attack from afar if the needs arises.
Of course, Katrina was very concerned, but at this point, she simply tried to put on a brave face as she stayed behind her companion... - at least until the goblin trio comes after them.
"You've been stealing hats from other shops, too, haven't you;" the redhead accused in a soft manner, "what did you do with them?" ...But would he really even say? That was the thought on Lammon's mind. Without much effort, the mullet-haired digimon immediately conjured her magic orb to attempt intimidation, using a bit of fire magic that she began brewing within the orb as if preparing an attack. Small flames seeped out. "And no lying!"
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Post by theogrelords on Oct 23, 2017 0:20:48 GMT
"Hey, Sherlock Holmes did it after all," SnowGoblimon said, merrily clapping. "She might take your place as the smart guy after all at this rate, Shamamon."
"Like heck she will!" Shamamon said. "I'm the brain and the brawn, y'hear?"
"Well, you're our winning personality, at least," SnowGoblimon joked, Shamamon giving him an elbow in irritation.
Immediately the two started half-play, half-real fighting, Goblimon looking at his wrist as if checking his watch to see if they were done. Upon realizing that they wouldn't be for a long while, Goblimon sighed and clonked their heads together like a pair of coconuts. "Will ya two knock it off? We're bein' accused of a crime that we totally committed here! Anyway, I told you all the disguise was a stupid idea."
"The disguise was your idea," Shamamon whined, still rubbing his forehead from where they collided. "And yeah, we stole the hats! And you're wondering what we've been doin' with 'em?
We wear 'em, ya git!"
"Yeah. Nobody's got anything on our style," SnowGoblimon said, smirking. "You wanna see for yourself? Look in our big ol' pile and give it a try." He pointed towards a large pile of assorted junk. Mixed in with bootleg DVDs, lucha libre masks, and what looked like an old, somewhat rotten Christmas tree was a large batch of fancy hats.
"He's right," Goblimon bellowed. "You two ain't leavin' here . . .
Without a style-off!"
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Katrina
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Post by Katrina on Oct 23, 2017 20:55:07 GMT
"Hu---...?" Rina, at least, had some understanding of what the Goblimon said.
"Huh? ...." Lammon, however, was completely in the dark.
Both of them stood there completely confused. The redhead was expecting a dangerous encounter while the mullet-mon intended to be its instigator. This sounded like some crazy game to Rina, but at the same time, these goblins clearly had a more fun side to them. The fact that this didn't boil down to physical altercations was a plus to her, no matter how awkward, and she wanted to at least entertain the idea for as long as they could.
Rina and her little lamb friend looked at each other before uttering "A style-off...?" in unison, toward the goblins. "What's that?"
Looking over to the huge pile that the hats had to call home, Rina was quietly disgusted that those hats had to be left dirtied in such a place. Though honestly, what was she really expecting? At least she now knows where they are; collecting them all, however, looked to be a pain.
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Post by theogrelords on Oct 31, 2017 0:00:35 GMT
As soon as Lammon asked what a style-off was, the Ogrelords shot each other dumbfounded looks. Then they burst into laughter, practically shaking the foundation of their haphazard bungalow with how much of a gut they were busting. SnowGoblimon was leaning on Goblimon for support, while Shamamon pointed a grubby finger at the duo. "Oi, 'umies really don't know anything, do they?" he asked, looking towards the others. "Should we just give 'em a poundatizing now, spare 'em the trouble of having to live like that?"
"Oi, no pounding today," Goblimon warned. "Look at 'em! They don't got an ounce of muscle between the two. Ain't gonna be worth it, I tell ya. But handing their butts to them in a style-off? Now that'd be one heck of a time! C'mon already, get yer hats ready!"
Immediately, the Ogrelords rushed to their giant mound of miscellaneous junk. For such an unruly looking pile they sifted through it with ease, tons of leftover food and dust flying in every direction as they quickly pulled out a trio of hats. Goblimon was now wearing a wide-brimmed cowboy hat, tilting it over his eyes in a "mysterious" fashion. A shame he held it too far and instead just looked ridiculous. Shamamon meant for quantity over quality, stacking a trio of ratty-looking top hats on his head until he was soon wearing a miniature tower. Finally, SnowGoblimon put on a felt wizard cap, pinching the tip to readjust it every time it started to droop.
"Well? What are you waiting for?" SnowGoblimon asked. "Are you gonna pick a hat or what?" He motioned towards the pile, as well as all of the hats sticking out of it. Not only did the Goblimon trio's shuffling make them far more visible, but they were also totally unguarded.
The Ogrelords were not very smart.
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Katrina
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Post by Katrina on Nov 2, 2017 1:55:43 GMT
"Hey...---!" Lammon was offended by the claim that she'd essentially be a pushover in a fight. Thankfully, Rina outstretch her arm to keep Lammon back out of surprise. "Lammon, wait. .... Let's take them up on their challenge first, okay?"
"Huh!? Why!?"
In a quiet voice so only Lammon could hear, she explained as the goblins began searching for hats.
"...I wanted a peaceful solution, here, ...but this isn't it.... [Sigh.] A hat style-off's a battle to see who looks better wearing a hat. It would come down to voting..., but we're outnumbered and I don't think they'd play fair, here. We'll play along until we can find a way to get the beach hats and run."
Then suddenly, SnowGoblimon called out to them to hurry it up. Rina and Lammon's quiet conversation had to end there. "...Alright. You're on!" Katrina called back.
".... Come on," Katrina said to Lammon as she was building up the courage to approach the Goblimon and their junk pile. Lammon, somewhat reluctantly, followed. She didn't want Katrina going in alone, but she would rather fight than run away. In fact, she was training with Mistymon so that she wouldn't have to run away. The sheep digimon didn't agree with the plan, but she wasn't wholly against it, either, so she would lend her aid.
As the goblins rummaged through the junk and shuffled around, the orange-haired teen took note of all of the other kinds of hats they had. So they weren't just stealing beach hats; they were collecting all sorts. Were those all stolen, too?
Rina chose not to think much about those. The goal was to get the beach hats back - nothing more.
Having not been attacked upon reaching the mound of junk, she soon began to believe that she might be safe from a surprise attack. She began to warily sift through the pile of items for a hat to showcase, pulling out any beach hats she could feasibly spot while she's at it, creating a secondary stack. How many were there? "Hmmm. All these hats...; I can't decide~...."
In the meantime, Lammon found a hat she liked. She showed it to Katrina. It was a baseball cap with drink holders and straws. To the digimon, it was like a hat with horns; she thought it looked neat, and Rina thought it amusing as it went along with Lammon's woolly mullet.
Rina, on the other hand, was trying to decide between a few for herself. In the end, she chose a transparent purple visor hat with a blackening gradient. It had a wide and an exceptionally long brim, making it look somewhat like a riot cop helmet's mask. "These kinds of things exist...?"
It was noticeably a bit dirty, so she tried to clean it off with her shirt before putting it on. The brim covered most of her face; the blackening gradient covering her eyes. She pulled her side ponytail up and over the visor's band.
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