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Too Late to Escape the Date (Valentine's Day) (Cion)
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Post by Cion on Feb 24, 2018 21:37:51 GMT
Although she understood how unflattering it must have been... Cion really had not been able to keep herself from giggling like a kitten throughout D's order. Raw rice, apple juice - he was a lad of frugality, which was often an admirable quality. However she doubted it was purely a modest lifestyle, especially when he wrongly pronounced the word 'korma', which had made him decide upon a rather basic meal. He was simply not used to any of this, which was understandable. Civilization and all of its idiosyncrasies were still not adhered to on a worldwide scale.
But that was fine. As long as it made her new friends happy and content, she would be glad to help him out in whatever way she could.
Taking in a deep breath, the Arnamon calmed down again as to not implicitly affront the Vi-Elecmon. After all, from her most recent existence on a content and kingdom forgotten by the cycle of digital palingenesis, she grasped all too well what it meant to be alienated by many aspects of modern culture, including spicy dishes. Ascending from her feral if kind-hearted nature as a male Lambmon had been a difficult task, one she had only managed thanks to two dearly beloved friends she considered family to this very day.
As the waiter left to bring their order to the virtuosi within the kitchen of this lovely establishment, Cion noticed the absolute bewilderment which had overcome D. He neither voiced it or displayed much of it through gesture, but it was this silent motionlessness which was far more telling than an actual confession. Leaning forward, she showed the genial nature spirit nothing less than her honest, rapt, winning smile. She wanted her companion to be comfortable so the both of them could savor and cherish this evening for all that it was worth.
"You okay, dear?" She asked sincerely, hoping to break the Vi-Elecmon out his untypical speechlessness. Certainly a talkative rascal had a good joke or tale to share - anything to break the ice further. "You know any good jokes, or funny stories perhaps?" The vulpine beast wondered, honestly looking forward to practically anything the youngster had on his mind.
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Post by Ban/Double D on Mar 1, 2018 19:40:46 GMT
He sat there, for a concerning amount of time. At this point, his mind stopped working, for a moment. He had forgotten the subject of conversation and what he was just thinking of. His mind was totally blank. He snorted back to reality, almost sneezing, as he shook his ears, which bounced around on his head, before they sprung straight up, as though he snapped out of something. He stared at Cion, with wide eyes, although it was obvious he wasn't exact lost in thought, now. "Sorry... What were we talking about?" He asked, glancing around, as if re-familiarizing himself with his surroundings.
His simple nature showed itself when she asked him for a story of some kind. He leaned back, tapping his chin, his expression obviously searching for something interesting he could say. His ears shot up, once more, as he recalled something amusing, from his childhood, “Hey… So… when I was an in-trainin’ level, I had a gang. A lil’ possy of other virus types, right? All we did was stalk around the village of beginnings, and yell at other in-trainin’s, until Swanmon showed up and scolded us for that stuff, and I guess fair enough, we weren’t exactly pals, they only followed me around ‘cause I was kinda tough. I was the first of my gang to turn rookie, so my position was basically secured, especially after I managed to drive off a champion level… I think it was a rogue flarerizamon or somethin, Swanmon was out, at the time, but she coulda wiped the floor with ‘im if she was there. I still managed to catch the chump off-guard and scare em off. After that the gang basically worshipped me, and I let it get to my head, I thought I could beat anyone. Then.” He said, snapping his fingers to either side, to accentuate the sudden shift in the story.
“...A wanderin’ Elecmon passed by the village. Was talkin’ a bunch of mumbo jumbo like makin’ the world a better place and stuff, y’know? His high and mighty act pissed me off, so I went to fight him. I’m just gonna say it now: I was fighting him, and he was disciplining a child, that’s how bad the difference was. After that the gang mocked me and shit, so I wiped the floor with them, while Swanmon went to chat with the new guy. Turns out, we were related, and he was kind of my parent. Long story short: He tore off a chunk of his data a while ago, that got infected, and now I’m here.” He concluded, sitting back on his chair.
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Post by Cion on Mar 1, 2018 20:13:19 GMT
"Nothing in particular actually." She answered calmly, remembering they had done quite a good job of putting an end to previous topics of discussion. Indeed it was time to open up new stories, and Cion had apparently enticed D to do just that with her her question of him perhaps knowing any entertaining jokes or tales. It was with great interest that the vulpine archer listened to the nature spirit's childhood story, looking forward to the moment the punchline struck her. But even the verbalized memories themselves were rather intriguing.
So not only had the Vi-Elecmon once been a leader of a small gang of delinquents, but he also wieled the might of driving off a Champion in his current form. That was without doubt impressive and likely explained why someone as different as Ban the Leomon would adopt him as a pupil of sorts. It was with this victory that her new friend had accumulated a lot of hubris and pride, which had been taken away by another, much more able Elecmon. The rest were typical childish tussles, yet it was the mention of this very digimon which made her interest peak.
Many puzzle pieces suddenly came together in her mind when recollections of someone she knew returned to her awareness. Smile with a single chuckle of delight, Cion too sat back into her chair and nodded firmly, smiling gently at her partner of tonight. "And I suppose this wandered became your... sensei, hmm?" The silver beast asked her with a pseudo-rhetorical tone to her voice, confident she had already a good grasp on the true nature of D's tale.
Still, letting him realize that she was truly interested in him, not necessarily in the romantic sense, did not hurt. Though... there had been something about the Vi-Elecmon's way of phrasing things which was a bit concerning. "You don't look infected to me. On the contrary - you are beaming with vigor... and esprit." She encouraged him to not perceive himself in a negative light; or as some sort of undesirable accident, much less a mistake. No... beyond his two-fisted shell, there was clearly a sweet companion to be found.
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Post by Ban/Double D on Mar 5, 2018 1:40:52 GMT
Double D didn't know what to make of this digimon, save for the simple fact she was curious and inquisitive, at the very least. In fact, she was listening to his story so intently he felt a bit self-conscious about how well he was sharing this story. Well, whatever, he wasn't here to entertain her, like some clown, besides, it was clearly apparent that she understood the important points of his story, save for the fact that Ban was his Sensei. He didn't want to go along with Ban, that was entirely Swanmon's decision. "Nah, neither of us wanted to go together, but Swanmon managed to figure out how we were related and forced him to take me along." He chuckled, heartily, at the memory of Swanmon pressuring Ban with words of responsibility and duty as a parent, while flapping out her feathers, making herself look much larger.
"To this day, I've never seen my old man lose his cool as much as the day Swanmon went too confront him. Just goes to show ya hundreds of years of fightin' mean nothing to a caretaker 'mon, huh?" He laughed, as his ears perked up, his interest caught by a waiter approaching the two, before the digimon passed them by, to a table behind him, making his ears droop, ever so slightly, from their straight upright position, before he returned his eyes to Cion, and answering her remark about "infections", "You keep tryin' to pretend I don't got a virus in my source code. Cut it out, already, I don't care that I'm my old man's leftovers and some shi-garbage action movie. So what? That's what all digimons are made out of, right?" He asked, raising his front paws upwards, to eye-level, his paw pads aimed at the ceiling, "The way I see it, digimon are made like chemistry, you know what that is, right? Anyways, you take some data, From the human net, right? then you take a virus, antivirus, whatever, drop that stuff in the digital world, mix it up real nice and bam, you've got yourself a livin', breathin', digiegg." He explained his views on what digimon were, "That might not be true, but it's easy to understand, so I'm stickin' with it. Fact is: I'm made a virus, and this world's gotta deal with it." He proclaimed, clenching his claws, causing a few sparks to fly, to which he took a deep breath, "sorry, I keep droppin' my life story on ya." He mumbled, tapping his goggles instinctively, on the table, as the waiter with their food approached, from behind D, beyond his knowledge.
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Post by Cion on Mar 5, 2018 17:51:58 GMT
"Oh! Is that so?" She asked without actually expecting an answer, chuckling with D as she was just as amused about the actual conclusion of his fascinating tale as he was. So it had merely been the assertiveness of a Swanmon which had initiated the bond between her two most recent acquaintances. Well at least there did not appear to be any mutual sullenness between them, despite their relationship clearly being far from perfect. But oh well... they were decent digimons in different ways, and if they had managed to endure the other until now, the chance of one not liking the other was marginal. Besides, who was she to judge?
"Hundreds of years? Hmm... he honestly seemed younger to me." Cion commented with utmost curiosity in her words and stance. Pressing one of her fingers against her lips, she thought intently about Ban who she had fought not too long ago. Was he truly centuries old? Had he experienced multiple existences, or was he still stuck in his Champion form. The Arnamon doubted that asking the Vi-Elecmon all these questions was very polite, hence she refrained from doing so despite her inquisitiveness.
Nonetheless, it painted a noble yet unsophisticated picture of the valiant Leomon - not as an insult but in wonder on how she might be able to assist him. Well... for now, all she could hope for was that her several advices had struck root within his heart and soul to guide him towards more realistic and less time-consuming goals. Don't get the vulpine beast wrong - she too carried the desire to bring eternal utopia to the digital world, but evidently that was neither an easily nor quickly attainable goal. Progress, even throughout millennia, if not epochs, was extremely slow. It existed, but... relative periods of time had to be kept in mind.
Her nose suddenly twitched, pulling her out of her thoughts as she scented the exquisite aromas of... oh no wait, those were not their meals. Cion shared the disappointed D displayed, sighing as well before giggling innocently. It seemed they still had to be patient for a while, but that left them to their conversation topics at hand, which was fine as well. "I suppose you are, but you clearly don't let yourself be defined by that. It's that I compliment you for, since I know from experience that it's not easy." She kindly encouraged her date to not thinks so lowly of himself. He was a fine nature spirit, virus or not, and for the time being this opinion was not swayed.
Listening to his explanations, she nodded, of course knowing what the core scientific areas are. Physics, Biology and Chemistry. Yet ultimately, she found the Vi-Elecmon's declarations oversimplified yet correct. "I guess that's the basics of things. I, in my first life as an Impmon, was actually formed out of remnant data from three previously deceased, young digimons. Had their essence unified with an actual virus to make me... well... me? I dunno, maybe or maybe not." She calmly explicated, certain that reality was more complex than their assertions; especially when considering reincarnation. But... this was not really the environment for a scientific debate, hence she remained reserved in her way of telling things.
Shrugging, the gracile Arnamon visibly did not mind his explanations or life story. On the contrary; they were intriguing and showed within him a rare desire to attain wisdom, even if he thus far settled on simple conclusions. "Well I gladly deal with that." Cion proclaimed without hesitation, not finding it difficult to grasp stereotypes for what they were - an injustice to individuals. No - D did not deserved to be judged by his attribute... although certain supposedly holy zealots would disagree with her.
In any case, her fine nose twitched yet again, and this time it was the wonderful scent of spicy curry which caressed her sense of smell. And it was not any old curry... it was theirs.
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Post by Ban/Double D on Mar 6, 2018 20:16:07 GMT
"Ah... yeah." He nodded, casually, unsure how to respond to that statement. He had just said it, how would it not be "So"? He nodded, however, at Cion's concern with D's statement about his old man's age, "Well, yeah, I don't have a number, but remember when I mentioned that 'Chunk of data' that I was made of? Apparently it was only a fraction of the data he lost recently. He hasn't told me how he lost it, though, but I'll make him fess up sooner or later." He said, shrugging. All he could tell of this story so far was that it was one of the few things Ban did he wasn't proud of, as he wasn't the type to keep secrets.
"Physically speaking, he basically had to start from scratch, so we're physically the same age, save for our digicores." He explained, basically realizing that now, "Oh, man, I just figured out how to kick him off of that high horse of his." He laughed, to himself, at that simple fact. Now he had a response in store for their next argument, as a counter to ban saying how "More experienced" he was. Sure that fact was true, but Ban used it to win basically every argument, which was irritating.
He shrugged, at Cion's complement, not really sure how else to react to it, "I just don't care what people expect of me. I'm me. They should just expect that." Honestly, people always said that, after getting to know him, what does that even mean? On that note, how could any self-respecting virus type do something like that? Well, apparently she had an equally, if not more bizarre than his own. He considered her backstory, before he formed his response, "Well... those three digimon came from a program, right? And either way, they're still made of information, right?" He sighed, "Whatever, I mean, it doesn't really matter, right? All that really makes sense here is that things appear randomly. Digimon and otherwise." He sat back, smelling something new, and his ears standing straight up.
He turned the opposite way, accidentally, as the waiter placed their plates and drinks in front of him. He glanced back, flinching, ever-so-slightly at how the waiter had snuck up on him. He then turned his attention to his food, waiting for Cion to begin first, as that might be the polite thing to do, but he wasn't entirely sure. In the meantime, he took a sip of his juice. Cold and refreshing, he should have expected that, due to the drink's ice cubes.
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Post by Cion on Mar 8, 2018 19:22:47 GMT
"Huh..." Cion let out, scratching her chin as she thought hard of the story about Ban which D shared with her. She honestly did not quite understand it, mainly because the Vi-Elecmon was did not know all details himself, but at least she had a rough idea of it. It seemed that the current Leomon used to be another digimon which apparently had 'lost' its data once. It was likely that he had been vanquished and destroyed, causing him to quickly reform again - unlike the reincarnations which she and others close to her had experienced requiring multiple palingenesis. If nothing else, it explained why the feline warrior was still weak despite the large scale of time. After all, the Arnamon had merely been around this incarnation of the digital world for one and a half years and had already ascended to a level most could only dream of. Lingering data of the powers of her past selves were certainly a considerable factor as well, but maybe it was also the fact that she had never lost anything... except of course her dearly beloved Gaomon as her once believed eternal love. But... he was a decent brother, and she did not wish to regress in her acceptance by focusing on painful thoughts. The evening was simply too wonderful for that - and the purple nature spirit in front of her did not deserve any burden bestowed upon him by her. Pulled out of her thoughts, the vulpine beast realized and grasped the joke her virus-type partner had made, causing her to chuckle as well. High horse did put it quite well, although it was not difficult for her to admit that there was honor and sincerity within him. Ban was not an odious person - on the contrary. But where there was pride there was naturally at least a token of hauteur. However, nobody was innocent in that regard, including yours truly. Calming down, Cion again could not help herself but nod approvingly at D's display of beaming self-confidence and healthy self-awareness. "True dat." She responded somewhat jokingly, somewhat casually, but still in approval of his attitude. That was all her compliments had ever meant; without any duplicity. As for their origins... well, there was not much the silver fox could add except a shrug. They had no explanation for anything, short of causality itself. "Aye. Doesn't really matter." She figured unwoundedly, not minding to drop the topic at hand. Especially with such splendid meals finally arriving for their regalement! Not minding how startled her partner temporarily was, she admired her spicy, authentic cury plate - a full dinner made out of a plate of solid food and a bowl filled with stew. Taking in a deep breath through her fine nose, she almost shivered from pleasant anticipation. "This looks and smells marvelous!" She expressed without reserve, immediately grabbing her clean cutlery to savor her surprisingly exuberant meal. It often caused astonishment when people realized what a... gourmand could be; but a healthy appetite was a key ingredient to a happy life in Cion's eyes. Briefly looking over to the Vi-Elecmon's bowl of Korma , she gave him a cute wink, hoping he'd like the flavorful wish. "Enjoy your meal!" She wished him, quickly enjoying a bite from the stew. An rapt, wide smile formed itself on her muzzle as she quietly chewed the morsel, the wonderful mixture of titillative pungency and creamy heartiness caressing her senses. Alas, all pleasure had to hand, though in her case only temporarily. With a tiny swallow, the bolus was gone, causing the Arnamon to exhale figurative heat out of her maw. "So good..."
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Post by Ban/Double D on Mar 15, 2018 17:09:36 GMT
If there was one thing 2D could do, besides fighting, it was reading the expression's of others, as Ban's constantly stern expression forced him to learn the subtle differences in one's expression could tell all he needed to know, and he could tell that, for a brief moment, the fox-mon in front of him remembered something sad. He felt there was a difference in outright lying and not wanting to talk about something, and this case seemed to be the latter, so he felt it unnecessary to press on some expression, that'd be something he'd do to someone he distrusted, and nothing she had done so far had told him she was so.
He raised a brow at Cion's saying, how old WAS she? 2D occasionally spouted the odd one-liner in combat, but... "true dat"!? At least it was certain she was... slightly odd, but, in all fairness, the digital world is bizarre by default, so he shouldn't have been surprised. All that was certain now was that 2D would be a bit more self-conscious about his movie quotes, no matter how cool they sound. 2D couldn't help but glance at what Cion was talking about with her food, it looked like... dry soup. That and what looked like cheese on similar meat chunks. His surprisingly sensitive nose wrinkled up as he picked up the scent of the spices, and he sat back on his chair.
His ears perked up at Cion's intense enjoyment of her food, and felt obligated to start eating, himself, and to stop staring. He stared at his bowl, it looked like an exotic pasta of some sort, only instead of noodles, it had chunks of meat and vegetables, and Double D guessed that meant it was at least a bit nutritious. He grabbed his fork and impaled a moderate-sized chunk of lamb and blew on it, to reduce it's steaming heat, before he leaned forward, chomping on his fork and dragging the sauced meat off of his cutlery.
His ears shot up, once more, as he was greeted with both a thick cream and a surprising crunch. It tasted like there was nuts in here! Not like he was allergic, or anything, it just surprised him. Besides, he did appreciate a hearty crunch, as there was something satisfying about crushing something hard with nothing but your own teeth. He chewed, for a few moments, and swallowed the meat, and all of it's extras, as he pondered, for a moment, "... Creamy N' Crunchy. that's what this is." He nodded, to himself, satisfied with his analysis. He then scooped up a forkful of rice, but paused, as he asked Cion another question, "Hey, You mentioned somethin' about a family, right? I think I saw a young mon who was cheerin' you on in the arena. Thought he was a fan of yours, or something." He remarked, before snapping up the white grains.
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Post by Cion on Mar 15, 2018 20:24:07 GMT
If D had shared his many thoughts with Cion, she would have responded to all of them in a kind and patient manner. Yet it was only silence which befell the previously held topics of conversation. In their place was the mouth-watering sight, caressing aroma and fantastic taste of their spicy meals. And to be honest, that was just fine by the silver beast. She simply enjoyed to savor her dinner which was rich in curry, rice and meat. She was not sure where she had gotten this penchant for eastern cuisine, but she was definitely happy about it.
After her first, wonderful bite, the Arnamon took a quick glance at the Vi-Elecmon who relished his food as well, although in a less open way. She cheerfully listened to the words of the nature spirit, who reviewed his order in an objective style. With her bliss, she hoped to get some subjective joy out of him however. "Is good, ain't it?" Cion asked calmly with her signature winning smile, looking forward to behold the pleasure on her date partner's purple muzzle. After all, this was an evening the both of them were to enjoy, and exquisite food was a big part of that.
Still, the vulpine rookie was more than happy to answer whatever question D raised, especially if it was such a delight one as his most recent. It actually made her chuckle, her simper shifting in a toothy, rapt grin. "You probably mean the Offmon, right? The one with the Gaomon? If yes, then you are right - he is a big fan of me it seems - and he is my nephew." She answered unwoundedly, taking in a deep breath before having another sip of the excellent, juicy stew.
This little cutiepie... oh how she loved and cherished him. It did not matter to her that no dominant parts of her data were part of him; only lingering, minor bits and pieces from... the wonderful centuries when she and Owen were together. "Heh..." She quietly let out, her stance and facial expression returning to normal as she civilly ate parts of her dinner.
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Post by Ban/Double D on Mar 19, 2018 0:20:57 GMT
He shrugged, there were an annoying amount of factors when it came to food, things like how good they taste after a while of eating it, as it's flavor changes with temperature, how many of certain ingredients you get in each mouthful, and even the aftertaste affecting the overall experience, which is why he preferred mainly meat and simple vegetable, as it's aftertaste is minimal, it's taste is subdued enough that these previously mentioned conditions affect the taste minimally. "Hard to say if I like it or not, just yet, I only just started eatin' it." He explained, shrugging. He never understood why he gave food so much thought if his tastes were so simple.
On an unrelated manner, why was she smiling so damn much!? It's just food, isn't it!? Is the spice making her giddy or something? No, it can't be, she's been shootin' smiles his way the entire time, how is it possible for someone to be in that good a mood on what was technically a date? It was the one thing so far he found annoying about her, and he didn't completely understand why.
Regardless, he needed to hear the answer to his own question, so his focus returned to the current subject, the only sign he wasn't exactly listening before being a twitch of one of his long ears. In truth, he wasn't all too familiar with the types of other digimon, but he did recognize the two, the little one managing to outcheer the majority of the crowd, that 2D had no real choice but to notice, as Sealsdramon. He did recall a Gaomon with the little guy, so that must be it, "Probably, he WAS yellin' yer name a lot." He recalled, before letting her resume, while he scooped some more of his meal into his mouth, chewing the meat, but keeping on his toes, in a figurative sense, for nuts that could surprise his mouth, again, if he wasn't careful.
It seemed there weren't as many nuts in this forkful, so that meant the first chunk of meat just had a lot of nuts on it, by chance alone. He noticed a melancholy expression cross her face, for a moment, as she resumed eating. "Hey... You got REAL close to beatin' my old man... Much closer than I've ever gotten. Maybe we could train some time?" He asked, tapping his maw, musing over the idea. It would be nice to have a new training partner, every now and then, "You could bring that nephew of yours to watch, if he wants." He offered, the kid seemed to enjoy watching fights, so he might make a good critic for training sessions, and heck, he might learn a thing or two, just from watching.
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Post by Cion on Mar 19, 2018 16:23:59 GMT
"Fair enough." Cion responded as she chuckled after a brief snort, her rapt grin lingering on her muzzle for longer than most were comfortable with. To be honest, she did not quite know why she considered D's answer to her simple question so amusing, but it made her giggly regardless. Was it that his response had been unusually discrete for the mostly open nature spirit? Maybe - or perhaps it was merely the fact that almost all beings knew from the very beginning if they enjoyed their meal or not. As mentioned before, there were fascinating layers to her partner, even if he remained apathetic to those.
If the Vi-Elecmon had asked her why she was often so cheerful she would have answered kindly as always, but alas he did not. It was nothing the Arnamon was concerned about, as it just annoyed her new friend a little. As for a more pleasant topic, she was happy to engage in enjoyable conversation. "That he did." She admitted, refraining from giggling again although it was a strenuous task to endure. She could barely help herself. Especially when remembering how sweet her tiny cutiepie was, how was she supposed to not beam with glee?
Melancholy, or rather double-edged nostalgia, briefly overcame Cion until D took the initiative and applauded her for her performance. A blush of bliss manifested itself on her cheeks in appreciation of her companion's kindness. "I'm not really a duelist - not in my lower forms, so I was actually quite surprised to get that far. But thank you! And sure, why not? We could exchange phone numbers to stay in contact if you'd like." The vulpine beast suggested calmly, looking forward to the idea of showing the purple rascal some tricks, or simply getting him in a better shape.
As for Logan - she of course would not mind his presence, but there were a few problems in regards to that. "Of course, if his digi-destined partner does not mind. You must know, our family is still a bit... uuh... long-distance relationship-esque... if ya catch my drift." She explained, hoping that this simplification of things was sufficient to give the Vi-Elecmon an idea of the current bonds she shared with those she considered next of kin. She knew that even establishing a shared home somewhere was going to be... an arduous undertaking.
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Post by Ban/Double D on Mar 23, 2018 23:10:34 GMT
From the sound of it, and reading the facial expressions book for dummies on her face made it clear she really adored that little sucker, but he did seem to be her fan, after all, so that much was fair. Lots of energy, as well, he noticed, the kid's voice was one of the few things in the crowd that managed to distract 2D from the fight itself, so that was impressive. Cion admitted her weakness, and Ban sat back, crossing his paws, "Nope, You just needed a bit more strategy than normal, not much more than that, and you had the advantage, as long as you maintained your range, you would have been fine." He stated, remembering the fight, before stopping at one point of the memory, while Cion agreed to sparring.
"Right, phone numbers, of course, but, I gotta ask, what were ya thinkin' when you healed him? You had him tied up and everything! Listen, I don't wanna be rude, but please don't do that if we ever spar." He asked, "Call it warrior's pride, or somethin' like that, unfortunately, my old man's settin' me up on a horse of my own, so I'll need you to knock me off of it, now and again, I can tell that's yer specialty." He nodded, Ban always pointed out the importance of sharpening the mind, as well as the body, and despite her cheery face, she was obviously pretty tough in the mental department.
"Digidestined? That means he's workin' with a human, right? Why wasn't his partner at the tourney, then? humans were fighting in the tourney, wouldn't he be interested?" He wondered, picking up his fork, and trying to stick it in an especially stubborn chunk of meat, but his paws, with especially short thumbs, the fork jabbed straight through his grip, and his attempt to grab it again led it to dropping straight into the sauce of the Korma. He stared at it, before awkwardly grabbing it and staring at all of the sauce on it. He awkwardly placed it under his table, with a sizzling noise, and the smell of something burning, he withdrew his fork from under the table, the sauce was now black and charred, it was obvious it was electrocuted, as he grabbed his napkin and scraped off the now removable sauce, before resuming his meal, obviously embarrassed.
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Post by Cion on Mar 24, 2018 8:50:07 GMT
"Perhaps, but my arsenal in my Champion-form is quite limited. I'm usually full of strategies, but against those who are not distracted by one ally or more, they will become predictable rather quickly. That's the weakness of my abilities which are based on attrition in a duel - no decisive blow. Besides, Ban is a tough lad." Were Cion's counter-arguments to D's points, though as always she spoke her words with serenity and comity. After all, there was no reason to be antagonistic since victory or loss had not mattered to her in that battle, and that was something her former adversary comprehended. For the time being, she was content with the results and she would continue relishing her life.
However, the Vi-Elecmon in front of her had problems putting the topic at hand to rest. Both bewildered and amused, the Arnamon gave the purple nature spirit the time he needed to put forth his arguments while often taking a bite from her delicious meal. Wouldn't let that get cold from the talking, that was for sure. Heartiness and spiciness had to be savored whilst the food was pleasantly hot, not lukewarm and stale.
"It did that to establish mutual amicability - so I could get to know him better. But I'm acquainted to you already, so I promise I won't heal you ever if you really don't want me to. But don't complain later if you can't climb up that horse of yours again." Cion replied at first calmly before teasing her new friend with an impish grin on her muzzle, talons openly crossed to signify that this had of course been a joke. If her partner for this lovely evening got in serious trouble, she would naturally be there to support him. It was in her nature and an aspect she protected from corruption.
In any case, D put forth an excellent question to which the vulpine beast had an answer that was at best supposition. "I'm not really sure, but I think it's pseudo-turn-taking. Giving Logan as much to experience from different angles with varying parental figures. It's good for him and gives everyone the possibility to pursue their own goals as well." Was her explanation, honestly having no other. It was simply how things were, and for as long as Owen carried his desire to adventure it was not a status quo that was bound to change - not that she was not trying.
Watching the Vi-Elecmon's antics with the marinated chunk of meat made Cion snort with glee yet again. "One for simplicity, hmm?" She voiced with a hint of curiosity in her words. The silver digimon was not very fastidious, but seldom had she encountered another who preferred things to be so basic. This mindset befuddle her, but her with to attain understanding lingered as always.
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Post by Ban/Double D on Mar 26, 2018 22:13:17 GMT
2D shrugged, "You still have a lot of defensive stuff and you never let up with those arrows of yours, so if nothin' else, I can work on what to do against a bunch of projectiles, see, I'm better versus big strong oafs, someone clever like you could throw me for a loop. It's be a learnin' experience, like how ya schooled my old man." He explained, recognizing the faults of his own champion level, "My champion form ain't that good a brawler, either, it's obviously more useful for espionage and assassination, and it's better at gettin' out of trouble than stickin' around. That's why I didn't enter the tourney, I just ain't cut out for one-on-one, at the level I'm at now." He lamented, jabbing his fork back into his meat, to emphasize the point.
He shrugged, at her response, "Well I just think I should say, that rubbed him the wrong way, and he wants a rematch some time, as the big guy's insecure about the fact he would win the fight without you healin' him, as the fight was really down to the wire. He's all frustrated, it's hilarious." 2D explained, chuckling softly to himself at the subtle changes in Ban's expression from when he said he'd like to fight Cion again.
"So you're just sendin' the kid everywhere? Sounds fun, but the digital world's a tough place, is he strong enough to go it alone with a human? Cause... No offense, humans are usually not too tough, unless they've got one of those spirit things, but from what I hear, those guys don't usually have a digimon partner. Can the ki-guy evolve?" He asked, catching himself as he realized the two might be similarly aged, as he had forgot how some digimon mature slower than others. "Or does that Gaomon travel with Logan? He seemed like he was kinda tough."
He glanced up at her, a raised brow crossing his features, a curious frown angling his fangs outwards, as he blew on the fork, "What do you mean? It's just easy. It's made of metal, so I'd only hit the sauce, and I could clean it, I can't even think of how to make this more complicated." He shrugged, evading eye contact, what's wrong with simple solutions? Why would you overthink something like a fork? He thought he handled it well, normally, he'd just suck the sauce off of the cutlery, but he decided, in this scenario that would be rude and make things awkward, so he chose a simple way to clean it, it was clean now, so what's the point in bringing it up!?
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Post by Cion on Mar 27, 2018 20:18:41 GMT
Clever? Oh how kind D could be at times, making the silver digimon blush with glee. Though she did not really think that she had been schooling Ban much, if at least one lesson had been absorbed by his mind then she was happy - not in regards of combat but purposefulness and determination. As for her partner of this evening, the poor lad did not consider himself very apt in the arts of fighting, a notion Cion tried to assuage. "Then we simply gotta push you further." She encouraged the purple beast while beaming with confidence. Effort was more rewarded than not after all.
As for the Leomon who was the Vi-Elecmon's mentor, she understood where a noble and proud soul such as himself came from. It was clear to her that healing him during the duel had been an affront to his honor. Naturally, she had meant nothing but cordiality with this act of kindness, but for an independent warrior it could easily be regarded as frustrating despisement. "I'm fine with a rematch - although it sounds to me as if he does not want to have a fight on equal terms, but would prefer me to go all out." Was the Arnamon's friendly response, chuckling alongside her new friend.
Returning to the topic of her family, Cion considered D's question concerning Logan with utmost focus since he raised rather fair points. "I'm sure my nephew's partner can't utilize totems. And yes; Owen the very though Gaomon sometimes joins them. I am mostly there to welcome them back home with a loving embrace and my, according to them, excellent cooking skills." Was her concise summary of the family situation she found herself in. Certainly there were still some unknowns to everything, but she had unyielding faith that Logan's other parental figures and friends did an excellent job shaping him into a fine digimon. Nothing and nobody had damaged this trust thus far.
At first, the vulpine archer sat there in loss for words regarding her companion's answer to a question of her own, but eventually she grasped that he had entirely misunderstood her. Giggling faintly, she gently shook her head with a rapt smile on her muzzle and explained herself in a polite manner. "I did not mean the fork, but your food. Trying to get rid off the spices makes the meat rather... simplistic, not? So how come you like things that way - simple I mean." The Arnamon asked with a lot of curiosity in the tone she chose to speak with.
Naturally, she did not neglect her wonderful, spicy meal.
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