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Too Late to Escape the Date (Valentine's Day) (Cion)
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Post by Ban/Double D on Feb 11, 2018 22:58:59 GMT
Double D, the Sealsdramon glanced around the restaurant, spotting the alarming numbers of customers in pairs, currently flirting with each other, and then finally resting his gaze on the lone candle on his table, with a seat mirroring the position of his own. At first, he had no clue why his old man was cautioning him not to try this, but Double D believed that meeting strangers was an easy way to find potential allies. Now... It seemed Ban may have had a point. This was all... slightly more than he anticipated, as he then recalled some sort of ritual humans did, in the human world, something called a "date", and he realized this atmosphere was similar to what was described. But that would mean...
He visibly started, in his seat, as the truth basically slapped him in the face. But... he was meeting a stranger? Wasn't dates for mons who knew each other and were interested in each other!? He glanced around, more anxiously, now, looking for some proof that his theory wasn't the case. His heart sank when he found no signs of people here who were interested in befriending another. He leaned forward, grasping his head with his massive gloved hands, before he felt his mask, and remembered something about headwear during dates being impolite, so how would a mask look? Downright rude, that's how it would look.
He quickly degenerated to his rookie level, a Vi-Elecmon, wearing night-vision goggles on his head, which he grabbed to remove, as well, before he paused, "Wait... I didn't sign up for a date... I could just leave..." He considered, for a moment, before he realized something else, there's someone else coming... expecting someone in his seat, he couldn't just bail, and leave a potentially hopeful mon alone, to be humiliated, publicly. He resumed his seat, taking a quick puff of his tiny cigarette, before crushing the butt of it, and stuffing it in his goggles, which he set aside. He had decided, he would make this date awkward, and make it clear he wasn't really interested in whoever came along, and let them down easy, instead of ditching them to a possible delusion that he, the mystery deserter, was a jerk.
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Post by Cion on Feb 12, 2018 12:22:04 GMT
Oh by all that was Yggdrasil these days, what had the little beast digimon gotten into this time? While Cion had vowed to herself that she was going to savor life and cherish what she had instead of lamenting the things she did not have, her impulse to go out and experience the joys of the world might have driven her too far this time. After all the Arnamon was not ready to engage in another relationship, not since a millennia old bond had been... tarnished. She was no longer blaming others for this occurrences, nor was she holding grudges or allowed herself to succumb to despair, but... she hesitated to open up to anyone else beyond comradeship, except Logan of course.
There was a decent chance that whoever she was going to meet on this blind date longed for a relationship stronger than friendship, which would make it awkward. However, there was an equal possibility of that person wanting this to be not much more than a pleasant evening with a stranger, hence the vulpine archer approached the table within the restaurant with that very attitude. There was no reason for heartaches by the numbers, although that did not mean she had to be brash about it. In the end, courtesy and grace were two of her greatest aspects.
If nothing else, Cion at least looked forward to the exquisite dinner they were having. Dining on the terrace of a fine establishment beneath a canopy of stars among candle light. And the scents which lingered everywhere - so spicy and meaty - they were bewitching her spirit and appetite. Hopefully, her partner carried a similar zest for delicious and plentiful food as she did. One might not believe it, but behind that fair maiden was a true gastronome - likely a lingering remnant of her past self as an Impmon.
Taking in a deep breath, the cute Arnamon arrived at the table where she was to meet the digimon she was supposed to spend an evening with. The only information she had of him was his name - D - and vice versa the being which turned out to be a Vi-Elecmon only knew her by her name as well. "I'm pleased to meet you, Mr. D." She greeted the purple nature spirit with a genuine, warm smile, gently bowing to him out of respect and the hope of mutual enjoyment of this candlelit dinner; wherever it led to being secondary to her.
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Post by Ban/Double D on Feb 12, 2018 20:38:52 GMT
The Vi-Elecmon was sitting, breathing heavily through his nostrils, trying to settle his nerves, as the digimon approached, he thinks her name was "Cyan" or something like that, it sounded oddly familiar, but that wasn't Double-D's concern right now. This was, at least, is was probably going to be, the worst social outing he'd ever experience, in his lifetime.
He distracted himself with his goggles, setting them up more straight than they were before. He couldn't help but scrunch up his nose at the strong smells of the restaurant, he wasn't one for fancy food, just put some cooked meat in front of him and he was satisfied, no need for all these sauces and spices. Well, it's kind of inevitable, and again, his fault for coming here to begin with.
His attention was snatched by a kind voice. He glanced up, with a lazy expression, as he examined her face, "Heya." He said, calmly, "You're Cyan, right? It's Double D, or just D, for short, please don't call me "Mister", alright?" He made a casual request, before his eyes bulged, "Hey... Wait a sec... It's you! That Digimon from the tournament!" He almost yelled, showing a sudden excitement, as he thumped the table with his forepaws, as he leaned forwards, "Yeah, yeah! You're an archer, right? Part of that, ah... PROFIT, right? And you're name is... Cion! That's right! Man, sorry for that mess up." He laughed, energetically. He seemed to have dropped the casual behavior from before, and spoke as if he was... somehow a fan of hers.
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Post by Cion on Feb 13, 2018 18:13:08 GMT
How intriguing - it seemed her partner of tonight was carrying himself the same way as she did. From the outside, he appeared composed and unwound, yet there was a certain amount of force in D's posture which convinced Cion that this was not how he felt on the inside. No... the Vi-Elecmon was just as nervous as the Arnamon about this endeavor, although why she could not tell. Was the purple nature spirit generally anxious, or perhaps simply afraid of more personal relationships like she was? Whatever would turn out to be the truth, the vulpine mercenary hoped that she could make this evening pleasant for the both of them.
No fan of suavity? For once, this was actually fine by the silver digimon since it meant she could act more relaxed as well. "Alright. But actually, it's -" She replied kindly, being interrupted by her new acquaintance before she was able to finish her correction. At first a bit fretful due to D's disruption, Cion quickly found delight in his buzzing excitement. The member of P.R.O.F.I.T. had actually managed to gain a fan, and it was fortunate fate's decision for her to encounter him. Maybe... things were truly getting better - her own verve pulling her out the abyss which was trembling uncertainty.
Giggling, the Arnamon hastily yet gently nudged one of the Vi-Elecmon's paws with her index talon and moved the same in front of her lips, symbolically requesting her date to simmer down a mere bit or two. "You flatter me, but not everyone needs to know this eve, no?" She asked rhetorically without a hint of aversion in her voice and a genuine, warm smile on her lips, her golden eyes beaming with pride and cheer. His excitement was clearly balm to her soul, yet there was no reason to be quite that vociferous about it. Propriety sounded better.
Calmly sitting down on the opposite side of their small, candlelit table, the beast digimon folded her hands together and looked with curiosity and joy at D the Vi-Elecmon. There were far worse strangers to encounter - that was for sure. "I prefer marksmon, but yes. In many of my evolutionary stages, I utilize some variety of a bow." Cion explained without a care in the world, giving him a cute wink. "And no reason to apologize. The night is still young!" She declared, looking forward to pleasant fun instead of being busy with fatuously judging her partner for a single, minor slip-up.
Nobody's perfect, and the Arnamon was simply too exuberantly happy to really mind. "What about you? Any weapon or power you favor?" She asked with inquisitiveness of her own and the hope to fully break the ice between them.
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Post by Ban/Double D on Feb 15, 2018 0:45:23 GMT
D smiled, his luck seems to be turning around! Well, maybe he just had good luck, from acting like an idiot? Well, regardless, he got to talk to the one stranger he wanted to, so everything turned out all right, at least. Not many really got a good look at Cion's abilities, but Double D was ecstatic at how she had ALMOST beaten Ban, she was just so close! Ah, well, whatever, even he hadn't had Ban panting and gasping, and healing him mid battle!? Man, that was worse than any trash talk she could have thrown, in Ban's eyes, and that just made D respect her more.
He flinched, as she touched his paw, immediately looking at her for an explanation. She explained he was a bit loud, but he just shrugged, and sat back down, he listened to her explain her weapon preferences, it looked like his assumption was correct, she liked bows, she got a bit wordy about it, but whatever, she seemed to like big words, no harm in that, as long as he got the gist of what she's saying, it's all good. He considered her question, for a moment, "Well... I'm working with knives and stuff right now, but I want to get my hands on some heavy firepower, soon! See, I'm a virus type, right? Some virus types know what virus they spawned from, y'know? I came from a pirated copy of one of those human action movies, you know, knives, plenty of guns, explosions everywhere? That sorta thing is hardwired into me." He explained, dropping his voice to a casual level, before catching himself.
"Sorry, didn't mean to give you my life's story, how 'bout you? If you don't mind me askin', the heck's up with this PROFIT thing?" he asked, recalling the name of the organization he overheard she worked for, "Sounds like a mercenary thing, but I'm probably wrong, if you don't mind me askin', what kinda stuff do you do there?" He asked, clearly he had no clue what profit was, despite seeming to be a fan of Cion's.
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Post by Cion on Feb 15, 2018 17:40:40 GMT
Leaning back into her comfortable chair, true delight overcame her spirits as Cion simply savored the company of D. It was not often that such conviviality was present when meeting someone new, hence she enjoyed this evening of relaxation for all that it was worth. Due to her previous performance, her date showed great interest in who she was and what she was capable of, in return making her curious about the nature spirit digimon in front of her. Above all, she was glad that the relationship they shared had immediately blossomed into comradeship, which meant they did not have to worry too much about aspects beyond that.
Inquisitive of the Vi-Elecmon's nature, the Arnamon's ears peaked as she listened to his explanations. According to his words, he was inherently a brawler due to his original data being that of a rather violent movie. This notion was rather amusing, causing the silver marksmon to giggle with glee. "Must have had a charming protagonist." She commented with a coltish smirk, confident that there was so much more to her new friend than just a fighter of warfare and destruction. After all, he was excited, chummy and a bit bustling. Those were not typical traits of a pure warmonger.
Not to mention that the both of them were enjoying a candlelit dinner, which effectively negated all stereotypes Cion did not believe in anyway. She judged people, humans and digimons alike, for their behavior, not their archetypes. And without doubt D was a charming fella to have around. "Oh no no! I'm interested in your illustrations." The Arnamon stated sincerely, leaning forward as to emphasize her words with proper actions. Still, she felt honored to answer any questions the Vi-Elecmon had on his mind as well.
"Oh I certainly don't mind - and you are halfway right. One part of it is mercenaries of the ethical kind, the other is savvy businessmen owning an inn or alike. While one of our main goals is prosperity, only few of us are neutrally aligned. Most of us are good folks who wanna help out making the world an itty-bitty better... and make bank at the same time." The vulpine beast explained, finishing with a joke which she accentuate with a brief yet cute chuckle. Yet it was true, as she wished to take care of herself and her family as well. Altruism, as admirable it was in theory, simply did not work, just like pacifism.
Delighted by how polite he could be, she took one of the menu cards in the middle of their table and took a good look at them, certain that a waiter or waitress was bound to serve them in due time. "And you? Anything you work for or towards; except packing more heat?" She wondered out loud, believing he had not visited the arena as a spectator for no reason. There was a possibility Ban intended to become a fine warrior as well, although for what purpose was far more interesting to her.
She relished nudging undecided people in the right direction.
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Post by Ban/Double D on Feb 16, 2018 5:18:30 GMT
"I dunno, he was human, but that's about all I remember." Double D explained, frowning, he recalled what he came from, but finer details seemed to be lost, ah, that didn't really matter, anyway, besides, she was answering his question about her organization. He nodded, that sounded about right, the goal of the organization was in the name itself, bluntness like that was what he expected. "So... it's kinda like one of those guild things my old man told me about, right?" He summarized, tapping his chin.
She then turned to him, asking about his goals. He shrugged, "I mainly tag along with my old man, he's got big plans after all, reshapin' the whole world, I think it's a bit dumb, but hey, I've got time to kill. Besides, even with how much he likes bragging, he's a decent teacher, I can't say I don't learn anything around him. I hate to admit it, but he's been around a bit longer, all things considered, I ain't that experienced, and all I've got is my instincts. I dunno how old Ban is, but he knows his way around the block, if you catch my drift." He explained, scrunching up his nose, recalling facts about his old man. He couldn't explain it, but it was good to talk to someone other than the philosophical warrior he spends way too much time with.
"I just like fighting, y'know? It's fun. Helps me vent." He said, not really justifying himself, he grew somber for a moment, "I was born a virus after all, some things can't be helped, right?" He shrugged, "Anyways, with all those big words you throw around, you gotta have some experience, as well, right?" He asked, surely she knew a thing or two, maybe some history he was unaware of. After all, she seemed much more socially aware than Ban.
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Post by Cion on Feb 17, 2018 10:15:30 GMT
To Cion, it did not really matter that D did not know much of his origin, as it was only one faction which made him who he was. The Arnamon had ascended to such a level that memories of her past lives were accessible to her like those of her current, but she did not allow nostalgia to blindly guide her. While missing some things, she had encountered many once again, and the knowledge that they were fine and happy was more than enough to be content. The world was in perpetual vicissitude anyway, her contributions overall being minor yet important regardless.
"I suppose... yeah." Was the vulpine marksmon's answer to the Vi-Elecmon's suggestion that her organization was kind of like a guild. While familiar with both, she did not see much of a difference between them; the only one being more familiarity and non-religious confraternity in the latter. In the end, it did not matter a lot. They were who they were, and her date was who he was. Perhaps that was bound to change someday, but that was a surprise (or not) which she did not enforce, lacking the reason to do so.
Listening to D's story of himself, it was with the mentioning of Ban that Cion's ears peaked, curiosity clear as day in her eyes and on the winning smile on her muzzle. So that was why he was such a fan of her - the Leomon was his mentor! That actually explained a lot about the nature spirit in front of her, especially his drive to become more powerful as well. However, it seemed his drive lacked clear purpose as well, just as Ban had been rather vague about 'reshaping' the world by himself - a task the silver beast knew all too well was unfeasible even when performed together with friends and allies.
"It's indeed starry-eyed... but hey, if he helps out, that's in itself valuable. He at least seemed like a honorable, noble warrior - potential sentinel - to me. Maybe P.R.O.F.I.T. would be a fine place to work at for him." She figured with a bit of wonder, still uncertain what it really was that the feline fighter was striving for, or if her explications had swayed him at all. At last only time would tell, but she anticipated that day. "Apparently not long enough to be worldly-wise... but I'm confident that will change. He's smart." The tiny protector kind of spoke to herself with a dreamy tone to her voice, speaking from experience more vast than many could comprehend.
Looking at D, Cion chuckled when he mentioned that he on the other hand simply enjoyed fighting. There was nothing inherently bad about that in her eyes, as long as it was not directed against the innocent or the clearly inferior to assert vile dominance. "I get ya." She agreed, folding her hands as she listened carefully. "Oh I think you are far away from the virus-archetype, not that I give credit to stereotypes in the first place. Ultimately, we're still forgers of our path by our decisions, no?"
Determinism was an aspect she rejected being anything but a weak excuse to do evil deeds. Certainly there was an inherent nature to everyone, but enacting on those or surpassing them remained a choice. This somber topic shift to another one, which was rather amusing. Normally, it was impolite to ask a fair maiden how old she was, but she was not tender, hence it was a cute grin that she answered the question. "Big words? Really... huh, that's the first time I hear that. But yes, I think I gained some sense of wisdom in my lives. Anything in particular you want to know?"
Suddenly, the Arnamon got really intriguied.
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Post by Ban/Double D on Feb 18, 2018 0:47:53 GMT
He was admittedly an amateur, a prodigy, Ban had told him, but inexperienced, but he always held that self-righteous air about him, which constantly ends up irritating Double D, with how lengthy his speeches can be sometimes. The fox-like being seemed to get all soft when thinking of Ban. That was creepy. He should change the subject, he decided, "Well, like I said, he's got some plan to go about doin' something that big, do I wouldn't know about chances of success and stuff like that." he remarked, his old man had a bit more gears in the works than just a "starry-eyed dream" as Cion put it.
"Sorry to say, But I do know my old man's way too stubborn to follow anyone's orders, so I doubt he's interested in that Profit place of yours, but maybe I could check it out and earn a few bits here an' there." D said, considering joining it, himself. "Ban would follow me to whatever mission ya give me, as long as there's a chance of a fight breakin' out, so you'd technically have his brute force for the place, as well. He's always goin' on about how important it is to make connections like this, so I doubt he'll have a problem with it." He remarked, pondering the idea of working for an organization, they would need a bit more bits than pocket change made by beating up local villains to afford some big revolution like the one Ban's planning.
Regardless, Cion mentioned something about virus-type stereotypes, He then considered Cion saying how they forge their own paths, "I guess, but there're some urges I ain't too proud of, I solve a lot of my problems by attackin' em, cause it's the easiest thing to do, and it makes sense at the time. Sure I look back at it an' feel bad about losin' control, but that doesn't help much, cause it ends up happenin' again. I just gotta face facts, I think I'd be less violent if I wasn't a virus type," He shrugged, "I guess it's one of those "Time'll Tell" sorta thing, but I'll admit I'm a bit too angry at times." He shrugged, as the subject had changed, yet again, to a new subject. He considered what sort of question he should ask her, for a moment, before leaning forward, "Well... Do you have any plans? Any reason to fight?" He asked, hoping it was a bit more than just for meager currency, someone like her could get that anywhere, and she seems experienced enough to already have a sizable bank account under her name.
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Post by Cion on Feb 18, 2018 10:15:04 GMT
From experience, Cion knew that Ban's chances of success to actually accomplish a task as gargantuan as changing the world were extremely close to zero. It was an admirable pursuit if the impetus behind it was pure, but it remained a losing game regardless. Quick change, often in the form of revolution, seldom yielded the fruits one had desired. As long the lives of digimons were, it took relatively large amounts of time for even small changes to settle. The Arnamon had seen centuries and millennia, and had witnessed palingenesis more than once, yet the differences had always been... minute. Not insignificant, but also not of global scale.
"Oh but we don't order each other around. Us mercenaries simply get contracts and fulfill them, either on our own or together as a team. It's very chummy." She kindly corrected D's assumption of their organization being a rigid one. Sure there was a code of conduct and rules about professionalism and so on, but nothing libertines could not adjust to. Attributes such as civil conduct were established standards which had to be upheld to enjoy civilization as well, and only mean beings ignored those to spread unrest.
"I could give you the number of our CEO if you are really interested to join." Cion offered forthcomingly, wondering if a life as mercenary was really right for the Vi-Elecmon. He carried the desire to fight which was already a good trait to have, yet he still seemed rather aimless. Then again, so had the vulpine digimon been before discussing things with Colin and the lovely twins. Maybe a change of pace was exactly what her new companion needed. It had been the case for her, and his old man might have not the greatest influence on him. Not because Ban seemed like a bad person, but because D vocalize partial apprehension.
Unfortunately, it appeared the Leomon had no intention on letting the purple nature spirit have his own experiences. Was he so obsessed over control, or did he simply care about his pupil's well-being? Perhaps he was only interested in fighting - she certainly could not tell. However... knowing the feline warrior's unclear ambitions, a gut feeling emerged within her chest which foretold great sorrow. If her former combatant could not be swayed to have a change of heart, there was a great chance they would not remain acquaintances for long. After all, the road to hell was paved with good intentions.
But tonight was not the time to lose herself in concerns. The future would tell everyone what had to be done, and the current present was an event she wished to cherish and savor together with D. "Mastery of oneself is indeed difficult. I was once a virus-type myself, you know? With a similar ardent zeal for battle and to become stronger. It was actually my best friend and nowadays brother who made me realize there was more to life. Still... fighting to not be overcome by anger, but also not forcing it aside completely... phew... that mastery's a tough, daily struggle."
Yet it had been worth it, as it had allowed her to overcome her past nature to become who she was today. Once a obsessed Impmon and then a pseudo-feral Lambmon... all these clashes with oneself for uncountable years. The result of those was her present existence - a beast digimon of grace, cordiality and serenity, even with the loss of a bond of love a millennium old. It had almost made her regress into a state of apathy and cruelty, but thanks to great friends and fortune eventually favoring her again everything had turned out well. It was painful at times... but that was something she accepted.
Leaning back into her chair, Cion was impressed by the smooth transition to a question she had often asked herself. But it was without much thinking and confidence that she answered it. "I fight for others... maybe until one day the digital world no longer needs fighting. I'm a proud aunty who has got a family to care of, and close friends I'd like to know happy. The world changes slowly, but with each incarnation, I have seen civilization spawning and prospering faster than before. Has its own flaws, but does not mean I stop helping. Slow-acting process, something Ban will realize someday as well. Looking forward to the result of it all, if there ever is an end. No longer mind if there is not."
The way she explained her drive was beaming with contentment. The Arnamon understood she could not help everyone, especially not at the same time, but she tried to make each endeavor count. A fiend vanquished here, an unfortunate soul supported there... petite acts in the grand scheme of things, yet they accumulated. Spreading goodness so more could be spread by others... yeah, that sounded just fine to her.
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Post by Ban/Double D on Feb 18, 2018 21:02:37 GMT
He raised his brow at how Cion said there wasn't specific orders for the mercenaries, but he frowned when she mentioned a CEO. "That CEO... He's for the business side of all this, right? The word "CEO" isn't exactly a trustworthy word, if that makes any sense." He explained, that word did remind him of a certain plot point in his source code, something about a corrupt businessman, well, maybe it's rude to immediately think that way, he dismissed the thought, he had said his thoughts, no need to dwell on it.
He then decided on his plans, more or less, for this organization "I'll consider it, it'll be better than wandering around, looking for a fight, at least." He admitted, "We'll just have to see. I gotta think something like this over, first." he explained, calmly. His ears perked up, at the news she was, in fact, a virus type, at one point, "Well, I wouldn't want to change what I am, in all honesty, something like that'd make me a different 'mon than what I am." He said, truthfully, he felt changing his very being like that was something of an easy way out, removing most of the natural negative emotions associated with the Virus attribute, instead of actively controlling it, and the very idea actually frightened him.
He had always bore a sense of pride from what he was, a Vi-Elecmon, a militaristic smoking badass. Maybe he wasn't that tough, yet, but he didn't want to start from scratch, that'd be just like dying and being reborn, without losing his memories, would he even be the same digimon after something like that? He was a bit frustrated that someone could change themselves so easily, in his mind, what someone was defined an important part of them, if Ban wasn't born a Leomon, a digimon designed to fight evil, would he still be the honorable warrior he is?
Regardless, he chuckled at Cion's motivation, in life. "Sorry, but that's kinda funny, see, Ban's the same way! I'm sure he couldn't help but say how he wanted a world where "Strength is meaningless" or somethin' dumb like that. Lessee..." he pondered, trying to find a good way to put what he was trying to say, "Well... Y'know how there's always some innocents to save? He wants that to not be the case, give everyone some power, instead of just the strongest bein' able to do whatever they want." He summarized, believing that to be sufficient enough an explanation.
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Post by Cion on Feb 19, 2018 16:18:20 GMT
"Nope, doesn't really make sense." Cion stated casually with a chuckle on her lips, believing that automatically equate a CEO with something disreputable was simply silly. Certainly most were goal-oriented and at times had to make difficult choices, but that did not make them untrustworthy by default. In her opinion, Koharu was a splendid person to have around and always had the interest of everyone in the organization in mind, which was prosperity and happiness. "But like I said, I'm not one for stereotypes - except in jokes" She clarified kindly, not meaning any ill will with her stance.
Still, she was intrigued by the fact that her new companion was at least considering the possibility of giving P.R.O.F.I.T. a try. Open-mindedness was an essential virtue for personal growth, hence she held great respect for those which overcame their prejudices. "Aye." Was all the Arnamon added, a winning grin gracing her muzzle. There was still uncertainty within her awareness in regards of the result of this shift in events, but she remained somewhat optimistic. If anyone knew the wonderful effects cherished friends had upon the soul, it was her.
As for the topic of their inherent nature, the vulpine beast was not bothered by the fact that the Vi-Elecmon held a different opinion than her. It was only natural that they did not agree on every single subject, but that was no reason to turn hostile - an opinion certain people calling themselves warriors of social justice would disagree with. "I did it cause I wanted to - the rest came by itself." Cion explained, briefly looking down at herself and the beautiful green scarf she had carried throughout the ages. "But to each their own - so whatever you're content with." She cordially displayed appreciation of his self-determination. It was definitely a good characteristic to have.
Putting all of that aside, the Arnamon was glad to receive credit from D for her self-imposed purpose of her existence. Actually, she was also impressed to hear that his mentor Ban apparently carried similar believes and aspirations, something the Leomon had not told her during their battle in the arena. Perhaps she had misjudged him, but that did not mean she was not awaiting the day he'd realize that it was not a quest which could be accomplished in a single life. "Huh... is that so? That's actually a decent idea at first glance."
It was not difficult for her to admit that as she herself had no real plan on how to pursue the end goal of her ambitions - much less did she know if there even was a proper way. But that did not matter tonight. This was her and D's dulcet evening, and no philosophical concepts or grand projects would take that away from them. Speaking of which, the silver digimon felt her tummy demanding to be regaled with delicious goods. "Shall we order something?"
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Post by Ban/Double D on Feb 21, 2018 7:04:19 GMT
It was almost irritating just how understanding she was, D was used to people being irritated by his behavior, and he beat them up, either that, or they tolerated him. Normally, he would assume someone behaving like her was being sarcastic or just lying, but something about her made him think otherwise. Regardless, she did seem to have a high consideration of whatever CEO she had mentioned.
He wasn't exactly the kind of person to have deep thoughts, but he could tell she had many thoughts in her head, but he doubted it was much important stuff, she just seemed to have many trains of thought going on at once, no harm in that, and it explained how she kept his old man chasing his tail, for the most part of the tournament.
He slapped himself with his paw, "That's right! This place sells food, don't it? Where the-heck is the waiter?" He caught himself, as he glanced around, peering for some sort of waiter. He paused, upon spotting one, considering for a moment how to grab his attention. Let's see... Yelling would attract everyone's attention, same goes for slamming the table. He couldn't just shock the waiter, he'd get himself and maybe Cion thrown out. He tried clearing his throat loudly, keeping direct eye contact with the waiter. At some point he stopped clearing his throat and just making a guttural growl towards the waiter. This somehow earned his attention. Unfortunately, this came at the price of D's own self respect, as he simply gestured for Cion to go first, as he scoured the menu, to avoid eye contact.
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Post by Cion on Feb 24, 2018 10:24:40 GMT
Cion was honestly surprised to see D so... quiet and introspective for a moment which lasted far longer in her eyes than the Vi-Elecmon's, She was not sure what exactly it had been which made his date become unusually thoughtful, if only for for a few seconds, but she approved of it regardless. Making those she cared about reflect upon themselves, others and their actions was almost always something she considered good. Deeds and intents needed reason and volition to be utilized properly, and whatever it was that made her new friend think, it was likely bound to bear luscious fruit in the near or distant future.
With all previous topics being put aside for a moment, it was finally time to savor the reason why they had met up in a restaurant in the first place - the food. With her menu card in front of her, it was clear that the Arnamon had already decided upon her meal during the conversation she had with the charming nature spirit while he still fumbled to gain attention of a waiter. There was something charming about his slight unhandiness, which unlikely that of others thankfully did not actually hurt anyone else. No... it was more akin to comic relief.
And his methods, despite how socially questionable they were, worked, as it did not take long for someone to finally serve them. "I apologize for my company's gaucherie. I believe this is first time at a fine establishment like this." She kindly begged the waiter's pardon... mostly to assure that their dinner would not be tempered with in any way. Giving D a coltish wink as to let him know that everything was fine and she did not really mean, Cion eventually made her order. "I'd like your home-made, piquant curry plate... with cider, please."
Not too fancy, not too simple, and deliciously spicy. Strong flavors and aromas, that was the way the vulpine digimon enjoyed her food the most. As for the Vi-Elecmon... she wondered the endearing rascal would want to relish.
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Post by Ban/Double D on Feb 24, 2018 21:00:22 GMT
"Was that french?" he thought to himself, as Cion excused him from the waiter's attention "What kind of restaurant is this?", as he picked up his menu, staring at it, "Ah... I'll have..." He ignored the weird language names and just read the descriptions. The hell was up with all these spices? What were they trying to do, make him breath fire? "...Rice, without any weird sauce, I mean, without any sauce," He started, "Huh! Apple juice? Yeah, I'll have that, too, and... Korma?" He glanced up, making sure he was pronouncing it correctly, the waiter nodded, patiently, to which D nodded, as well, in acknowledgement, "Korma curry, I guess." He nodded, deciding. It said it was one of the more mild dishes here, so he saw little other option.
Out of curiosity, he peeked at Cion's dish on the menu, before the waiter took his menu away. He was by no means a chef, but when he was a child, he had an experience where he broke into Swanmon's spice cupboard, in order to get at some sugar. He mistaken the spices alongside the sugar as something dumb like variant sugar, and had tasted the brown sugar, as well. That was enough to convince him they were all sugars, so he had piled them all into a small pile, before trying to eat that. It went about as well as one would imagine, and since then, he severely disliked spices, and tasting them could result to an almost traumatic reaction. That was a story he was not sharing anytime soon, he didn't like spices, simple as that. No need for anyone to dig any deeper.
Regardless, seeing Cion's apparent taste for spices had surprised him, as the waiter snatched his menu out of his hand, as well as the traumatic flashback he had just recollected, he did not protest, or even really react. Now he felt kind of silly that he liked more mellow tastes, such as most creams, ice cream, whipped cream, he even enjoyed most condiments on his meat, when he gets the chance, but he realized that curry came with their own sauce, which means other condiments would likely not mix well. He would just have to hope that this Korma stuff was a sauce he could get behind.
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