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Post by Dr. Mikemon on Aug 17, 2018 23:51:09 GMT
"Aye." Comfortable enough with the scene, the cat returned a smile, a grin given as the bartender 'slithered' off to procure both his and Mizu's drinks - with a bit of banter on the side to boot. So the ol' pile a wood hadn't arrived yet? Peacock handled the formality itself, speaking fairly well about the group. Granted, it made them look a touch shady, but what didn't down here?
"Mm." An appreciative nod was given to the dragon, the cat taking a sip of his drink - just as his ear twitched for something happening right outside. There was a bit of a bustle, that much was clear, and a quick glance over the shoulder was all it would take to confirm the Puppetmon. A Puppetmon, being roughhoused by two rather assertive ultimate levels. It seemed that whatever antic this past-his-prime-mega was giving, the two 'grunts' present simply weren't going to stand down.
The cat sighed. Tapping his glass against the counter, he simply motioned for the Airdramon to 'give him a minute', before the cat would walk right towards the front door. Right, what was this, a mere Champion level trying to act tough? That might have seemed the case - but just a moment later, a dark aura began to flow around him. It might have been easy enough to pass off as the mere presence of a virus type trying to act tough, but by the time he reached the door, his power flared up - a sickly red tint flickering just past his fur.
"You sure you want to do that? You're not even the strongest Rapidmon I've loaded."
His tone was low, serious, and powerful, a dark glare shot towards those two brutes.
Log:
Mikemon has evolved to 'Ascent Mode'.
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Post by Sakurin on Aug 19, 2018 14:51:08 GMT
Peacock's reassurance did little to loosen Yukiko's social anxiety, too many people around her with too many eyes on her. She was sweating and shivering, though it also meant she heard the commotion outside while Mizu was drinking her liquor. "...s-s-s-something is happening outside." "Mh?" Mizu had swallowed the glass whole, and then spat it back out, empty, whole and completely dry, before setting it back onto the counter. "Commotion? We better check on that!" The Betamon procured the money for the drink from her Stomach Of Holding and hopped off the chair, waddling outside, with Yukiko following closely. And there was Puppetmon, it seems. Accosted by two Perfect types. Two against one? How unfair! Mizu said as much! "Hey, you two, pick on someone your own size!" She inflated her throat a bit in boast. She was ready to digivolve to MegaSeadramon as soon as they attacked. The later she digivolved, the longer she could maintain her Perfect form!
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Post by Toki Akiyama on Aug 20, 2018 8:11:55 GMT
Once the flames were smothered, Toki let out a heavy sigh of relief before he approached the building. He stood outside the door frame as Cion looked for their contact. Hopefully they weren't hurt too badly in whatever happened here. Still, what a rush. It was a split second decision that managed to make all the difference in stopping the fire. He smiled softly to himself, allowing himself to be proud of this. He wouldn't completely relax until he knew the others were safe.
As he stood guard, he took a quick look around to make sure there wasn't some unseen threat or second attacker. When he looked back at the house and noticed that everything inside was wrecked, it seemed as if their contact had been found out. Whoever these attackers were must have wanted to keep him quiet for good before any big information was given out.
He overheard the MetallifeKuwagamon speak and was glad to know it was still alive. As he looked inside, he grit his teeth upon seeing the sorry state it was in. Battered and missing a limb...he let Cion handle speaking with them, as he felt it was far too important to leave the entrance unguarded.
It looked like the situation was starting off rather complicated. He couldn't help but wonder how the other group was doing. Hopefully their situation wasn't as extreme. Kan explaining the situation to them would at least prepare them for possible confrontations. "The sooner they hear about what happens here the better. I seriously don't like how this is unfolding..." he said.
He paced around the perimeter of the building to make sure no embers were burning that could rekindle the flame. Any he would find he would kick dirt on to snuff them out. Something else bothered him while he kept watch. Why now? Was it just a coincidence or did that Digimon Peacock destroyed manage to relay some information?
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Post by Cion on Sept 2, 2018 16:29:51 GMT
Delighted that Toki had admirably managed to put out the fire without causing further damage to the isolated, fragile building, Cion entered it, leaving her three allies to their devices and responsibilities. Like an iridescent firefly, she carefully navigated through the scorched remains of this once simple home, searching for their contact called Goldie. Thankfully, haunting silence quickly gave way for the unsteady breathing of a Metallife-Kuwagamo; its radiant, golden colors tainted by dust, cinder and debris. Fortunately, though obviously in pain and anguish, it was very much alive, enabling her to undo her adverse fate.
"Well... I try to be." The restrained Arniomon responded calmly as she gently landed right next to the injured digimon's head. Clearing her throat, force of will alone sufficed to levitate the severed, metal arm back to its proper position, slowly returning to its appropriate socket. "Today however, I and the others outside are partners of Peacock." She kindly explained her presence, kneeling down to the nature spirit that was likely ten times the size of the vulpine mercenary. "And now hold still. You might feel... a burst of vigor."
"Kismet Blessing." With these benevolent words uttered, the silver fox aimed her paw directly at her fosterling's place of fracture. As streams of translucent data engulfed it, the poor victim would rapidly experience the healing that was provided by an entity far beyond its current power level. Although doubting that this person she was taking care of had the best of intentions throughout its existence, it was a casualty in need requiring her support regardless. And who knows? Perhaps this act of goodwill was enough to change fates. No matter - within a second the deed was done.
Lights faded; only Cion and her cosmic remaining as a distinct light source. "There. We should leave this house immediately. Can you walk?"
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