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Post by Fahe Reingard on Nov 29, 2017 8:17:51 GMT
"A... uh general. Good, I suppose." Fahe said, thinking on his vast and certainly unasailable fortress of knowledge. Shaking off his blindness, he walked over to the others around the supposed general. Leaning on one of the graves he turned his head towards Pafumon, "So do you know what this guy is?"
"I-I think so," Pafumon said, "He's a general, which can uh, Digifuse their um, partners. I think that DemiDevimon would explain it better, he seems to know more," and with that the Pafumon quickly floated behind Fahe and hid. It seemed to be in deep concentration.
"Well, that was informative... In any case, I doubt this is a show or anything needing props, it seems this park is a meet up for monsters and cadavers. So welcome join the club of crazies I suppose."
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Post by Alexa and Data on Dec 22, 2017 0:17:21 GMT
"Props? No... this isn't a play or anything. These are real, living creatures," Alexa said, as Data flew into her arms. "I mean, I know it's weird to believe, but these guys are digimon. And unless you want to throw this away, you're a tamer." She nodded to the loader, no daring to take it. "It sounds like this 'ball guy' is your partner. I'd tinker with the digivice and see if you can release him. If you're okay with all this. It is asking a lot...."
"We may be monsters, but I promise we aren't that bad," Data said. "I even helped get my tamer a date," he said. Alexa blushed.
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Post by SmokeMarch on Dec 22, 2017 7:50:37 GMT
The boy blinked SEVERAL times, staring, his eyes glazing over, for a moment, as reality seemed to stop making any sense. He chuckled, faintly, "Th-th-this isn't m-mine..." He insisted, almost pleading to the bat creature before him, seemingly forced to accept the fact that this thing was in fact a living creature. He decided he could prove it, "L-look, I don't even-" He started, pressing buttons and fiddling with the device to the best of his ability, before another bright light shone, as a red boxing glove rocketed out of the device, as a childish voice yelled out: "Smiley Cracker!", catching the boy in the jaw, and sending him flying about five feet into the air, and ten feet horizontally, before he crashed back into the grass, before rolling on the ground, clutching his face, speaking a non-discernible language.
A mamemon leaped from his device, before landing on the grass, and peering around. "Hey... You aren't the guy I was punching before." it stated, tilting it's head, it's blank stare turning to analyze the group, "None of you are." It continued, staring at the digimon and humans surrounding itself, pointing at the digimon with it's fist, "You don't look too strong, I don't want to punch you." It's statement was declared as more of an observation than an opinion. It walked over to the human, on the ground, "Hey, what's wrong? Stop rolling around." It asked, then ordered, it's monotone voice only varying enough to indicate a question.
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