A Walk in the Woods (Hiroyo, Tsukiko, Eleonora)
Apr 10, 2019 3:56:05 GMT
Post by Hiroyo Oda on Apr 10, 2019 3:56:05 GMT
There's a lot to digest between the meeting of the angels both current and former. Morgan didn't miss the bitterness in Bagramon's voice and anyone who did was a fool. He wasn't curious about the cause: it was easy to deduce from what little context they had.
Morgan could quite frankly do without the interjections of the little drama between the five but he had to admit Bagramon spoke sense.
They might not want to get the rest of the digital world involved but they simply didn't have enough manpower to do everything that needed to be done. The world was full of people who were willing to help. Hiroyo was looking at the map, her hands clasped behind her back as she seemingly ignored conversation around her.
He ground his beak in frustration. Her willful ignorance aside, he and Roger simply didn't have the power he would want to hold for assisting. Not yet, anyways. Rasielmon speaking to them was the perfect opportunity for him to raise his own opinion.
"Allowing others to do the footwork will enable you," Here he nodded to include the others in the room. "to turn your attention to the most important matters or provide strategic support as needed. It is a wise attention."
"Everyone's gonna want to fight them, especially when they pose such a threat." Roger added. He quieted when Leo started talking and gave her his full attention.
Roger opened his mouth to say something then stopped as Leo gave him a headpat, his jaw hanging open with the bottom rising and falling for a moment before he closed his mouth and nodded.
"You too, blondie, keep yourself safe ya'hear?" He said rather gruffly, there was more kindness underlying the words then Morgan had been expecting. The Fanbeemon declined to comment, instead turning his attention to the gears.
"Thank you, you two are a good example of keeping calm under pressure and I could learn from your examples." He bowed to them respectfully then turned to look a Hiroyo. She stepped away from the map to smile at Leo, the line tight on her face.
"I think, we might all have things to apologize for in that debacle." The red head said as she straightened up from where she was leaning over the table. Her movements were tense and tight, an understandable presentation of the stress the three of them were under. "I suspect we'll have the chance to see her again."
With that the general and her army turned and left. Morgan watched after them until he was brought back to the current situation by Hiroyo's voice.
"Thank you for informing us. You had no obligation to, but knowing what is to come is appreciated." She said with a small, polite bow for each of the Angels in the room. Morgan was a little stunned, it was rare to see the red head so mature. "We will take our leave now, lets go!"
With only a quiet grumble of protest from Roger, the Kunemon was tired from injury and the fight but still determined to be a pain, the three followed on the heels of the general and to Clavismon.
"Rosewood."
The destination brought an intrigued look from Morgan but he raised no fuss. They'd step through the keyhole a quieter, more subdued group then they had started the ill-fated mission.
[Exit]
Morgan could quite frankly do without the interjections of the little drama between the five but he had to admit Bagramon spoke sense.
They might not want to get the rest of the digital world involved but they simply didn't have enough manpower to do everything that needed to be done. The world was full of people who were willing to help. Hiroyo was looking at the map, her hands clasped behind her back as she seemingly ignored conversation around her.
He ground his beak in frustration. Her willful ignorance aside, he and Roger simply didn't have the power he would want to hold for assisting. Not yet, anyways. Rasielmon speaking to them was the perfect opportunity for him to raise his own opinion.
"Allowing others to do the footwork will enable you," Here he nodded to include the others in the room. "to turn your attention to the most important matters or provide strategic support as needed. It is a wise attention."
"Everyone's gonna want to fight them, especially when they pose such a threat." Roger added. He quieted when Leo started talking and gave her his full attention.
Roger opened his mouth to say something then stopped as Leo gave him a headpat, his jaw hanging open with the bottom rising and falling for a moment before he closed his mouth and nodded.
"You too, blondie, keep yourself safe ya'hear?" He said rather gruffly, there was more kindness underlying the words then Morgan had been expecting. The Fanbeemon declined to comment, instead turning his attention to the gears.
"Thank you, you two are a good example of keeping calm under pressure and I could learn from your examples." He bowed to them respectfully then turned to look a Hiroyo. She stepped away from the map to smile at Leo, the line tight on her face.
"I think, we might all have things to apologize for in that debacle." The red head said as she straightened up from where she was leaning over the table. Her movements were tense and tight, an understandable presentation of the stress the three of them were under. "I suspect we'll have the chance to see her again."
With that the general and her army turned and left. Morgan watched after them until he was brought back to the current situation by Hiroyo's voice.
"Thank you for informing us. You had no obligation to, but knowing what is to come is appreciated." She said with a small, polite bow for each of the Angels in the room. Morgan was a little stunned, it was rare to see the red head so mature. "We will take our leave now, lets go!"
With only a quiet grumble of protest from Roger, the Kunemon was tired from injury and the fight but still determined to be a pain, the three followed on the heels of the general and to Clavismon.
"Rosewood."
The destination brought an intrigued look from Morgan but he raised no fuss. They'd step through the keyhole a quieter, more subdued group then they had started the ill-fated mission.
[Exit]
