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Those Aren't Skeletons- Demon Lords 1F (Cross, Alice, Ayumi)
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Post by Alice Alexandria on Jun 9, 2019 16:32:41 GMT
With no answers and stress building more and more in her head, Alice reaches into her bag as if to search for answers, an anxiety filling every core of her being, especially with Ayumi and Solomon seeming distant and without Dorothy to bounce anything back with. "...Think, Alice, think..."Her search seems futile until she hits something small, metallic and elaborately decorated. Her lighter. Fire. What better to get people to evacuate an entire building but a raging inferno, her breathing becoming slightly heavy. With it being a long while since the last time she even thought of doing something of this sort, it feels strange, to reach for such an old solution, such a part of her that she desperately wants to forget. But this time, it seems almost right. Almost. She silently considers it for a moment, to let out that urge in a way that might actually be useful.
"...You know, I think I know what to do to flush people out. Beelzemon doesn't strike me as one for safety... Perhaps we could set this party alight." She suggests this somewhat hesitantly at first, unsure of the safety of innocents... Or any of the Tamers here, for that matter, but with her mind clouded by stress, it seems rational enough for her, increasingly irritated and uncertain without her Digimon partner by her side. "But how would we come up with an excuse to get a copious amount of alcohol? Drinking contest?" The look in her eyes is slightly... Off putting as she glances to Ayumi and friends. "What do you think of my change in plans? I normally wouldn't suggest such a thing, but... I'm running out of options here."
On the other side of things...
In the midst of the crowd, hearing Beelzemon effortlessly shrug off her words makes Dorothy realize just how powerless she is in this situation. She isn't just somewhere dangerous, she's already sprung the trap, right in the grasp of its' jaws... With no way out. His supreme confidence is almost crushing, given how he supposedly has almost everyone at his whim. She almost speaks, but the next words to come out of his mouth push the gravity of the situation even further. Only when she's given the opportunity to speak does she do so, the witch hesitating initially, but (mostly) her confident self soon enough. "Well, I'm pretty normal. A bit of a traveling sort with my, uhh, sis... She's a nerd, I'm the one who does the dirty work. Mostly 'cause she thinks it's better for me... Used to be, uhh... Really weak. Coulda fallen over in a breeze." She jokes a little bit, knowing it wasn't quite that bad, but it certainly felt that way to her. "Feels good to let all those repressed feelings out every now 'n then... Botherin' people, violence, just bein' a dork, depends on my mood." She laughs, trying her best to not feel like she's making a fool of herself... Even if she probably is. At least nothing too bad has happened yet, she thinks to herself. For now, the best thing to do is keep her cool and not get into trouble. "But yeah, not exactly average, but then again, I ain't that, either. Punted some dumb Grumblemon off a cliff, stood up against dorks stronger than me, took some stuff for myself... Beatin' people up is good stress relief, but that ain't good for parties, y'know?"
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Post by Ayumi on Jun 13, 2019 19:26:59 GMT
Ayumi looked around, and started to sweat. Is...is no one else hearing this? Why is this voice in her head? She was getting worried...but...it had a point. She had just gotten comfortable dancing, and now they wanted to leave the stage again...?
Solomon, meanwhile, scratched his chin, turning to Sleepmon. "Miss Alice is right, this party appears to be the root cause of a lot of trouble, stopping it would be in our best interest. Perhaps we can slip out and manipulate the electricity..." "...no..." Solomon jolted a bit, turning to his partner. "Come again, Ayumi?" She looked up. The shine seemed to have vanished from her eyes. "We're not stopping anything! I am having fun! I wanna keep dancing! You just wanna ruin my fun!" The Monodramon was taken aback. What...had his partner just said? "Ayumi, are you alright? Maybe we should get you some fresh air." He reached for her wrist, but she pulled it away. "Just leave me alone! I wanna have fun!" And with that, Ayumi slipped into the crowd. Solomon blinked, then gulped, and turned to the rest. "It would appear we have a problem."
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Post by Bonetrousled? on Jun 17, 2019 1:33:08 GMT
Cas' infini-store took the meds without a shred of problem. If there were any alarms set within the med bay, her actions hadn't triggered any of them. The cabinets themselves were piled bountifully with medicine, to the point where even excluding the more over-the-counter meds left Cas with a respectable haul. No staff were positioned to peek on her, and the only other Digimon walking through the halls were too focused on going from one party room to another to pay Cas any mind. She had free reign of the med bay for the time being, and was making amazing use of it.
Her lockpicking tools did the trick on the emergency box pinned to the wall. Its front panel fell away with very little resistance, exposing a cast-iron key. A tag hung off of the key, reading "SPECIAL WARD - BASEMENT. NO TOUCHING! SCRAM!" Also pinned to the back of the box was a note. The handwriting was surprisingly elaborate, and it looked like the ink used to draw it up wasn't even dry on the page yet. Listen here, ya punks. I know Tiny ain't been gettin' fed like he used to. If you're reading this, cut the crap, get your asses down here, and get my boy some chow. Getting fired's gonna be the least of your problems if you don't, capiche?
<3, Beelzemon
There wouldn't be too much time to inspect the box in piece The door slowly creaked open, and a muscular green hand snaked through the resulting opening. It fumbled, as if searching for something it could use to stabilize itself. "Settle in in roshambo, I said. It'd be fun, I said," an all-too-familiar voice grumbled: it was the Ogremon from the door. His voice sounded strained and a bit higher pitched than usual, but the resemblance was otherwise uncanny. "Gonna need one hell of an ice pack . . ."
Sleepmon blinked, clearly surprised by the lengths Alice was going to in order to end this party. "I, uh, I don't think Beelzemon would be very happy about us setting his house on fire," he said. "N-not that I think you have a bad plan or anything! But it might be a little extreme for a first step, right?
Maybe we should try asking Beelzemon nicely. I'm sure he doesn't mean for things to be getting so out of hand." He looked up at Ayumi, Alice, and Solomon hopefully, only to blink in surprise as Ayumi chose to literally dance her way out of the scene. His ears drooped in disappointment, followed by the entire goat seeming to sag. "Oh. Okay, maybe things are a little out of hand.
I think shutting the lights might be a little more polite than starting a fire. Maybe the generator's out back or something. Dracmon would know more than me, but I think he's a bit busy right now . . ."
As Ayumi boogied away into the crowd, she would find herself being nudged into by another figure. One of the tallest ones at this party, an Antylamon was currently swaying through the crowd as if in sort of a trance. Its long, flexible body meant it seemed downright boneless. Hell, it practically curved into a circle as it peered down to look at Ayumi. "Well, aren't you having fun today?" they asked, looking up and down as if evaluating Ayumi. "Not every day you see a human dancing off alone. What's up, kid?"
Ayumi's Digivice would beep a few times as the Antylamon approached, and a few pixels of red, angry static would dot themselves on the surface of its screen. However, the messages that had appeared on it before wouldn't display themselves. It was as if her Digivice was trying to indicate something without flat-out saying it.
Then again, was it her Digivice communicating? Or was it the entity that had tried to reach her before?
Beelzemon laughed warmly at Dorothy. "Hell, I get that. Believe it or not, you're looking at a former grade-A Wimp over here," he admitted. "The Dark Area may seem like a dog-eat-dog world, but that place might as well be Care Bear Land compared to the streets of Terminus. But everything you see here? That's another thing I fought my damn ass off for. Now I'm livin' every day like a king, and there ain't a damn thing in the world that could tell me otherwise! Take that as a sign to never stop fighting, y'hear?"
At mention of parties not being the location for a beatdown, Beelzemon cocked an eyebrow in curiosity. "Heh. That so?" he asked. "The mosh pit says otherwise. Believe it or not, there's so many people moshing away they started taking bets on it. We've even got a grand champion of the ring!
That is, of course, unless someone thinks she's a bad enough witch to say otherwise." The grin on Beelzemon's face was one of pure danger as he nodded over to the mosh pit, which by this point seemed more like a fighting pit than anything. All sorts of Digimon were cheering, hooting, and hollering as a Strikedramon hefted a Tortomon clean over her head. She pumped it over her head a few times, as if it was a piece of exercise equipment, then flung it clean into the crowd. They crowd-surfed the dazed tortoise away, all while spectators began exchanging money, booze, and the occasional set of car keys. Chief among the crowd was Dracmon, who was standing atop a few other Digimon's heads and waving a sign with a crudely drawn picture of Strikedramon's face on it. She flashed him a thumbs up, then punched her hand into her palm as if to ask who was next.
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Post by Cross on Jun 17, 2019 23:25:12 GMT
"Tiny?" Cross murmured pocketing the key and reading the note incredulously as she silently questioned if Beelzemon seriously had gone with the villain cliche of a giant possibly digimon eating pet in his basement. . .on second thought she wouldn't put it past him, but the ward was certainly worth checking out. Worse comes to worse she didn't exactly have to deal with or let this 'Tiny' out if she didn't want to.
Still she'd need to find the door, but that shouldn't be too difficult. The noise at the door however swiftly garnered her attention. Leaving the female Wizardmon to duck behind the large, now unplugged massage chair to hide. Using her small size to her advantage as she waited for the Ogremon to enter and either pass her giving her a clear shot at the door, or grab what he needed and leave. Letting her duck out after him and continue her search.
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Post by Alice Alexandria on Jun 21, 2019 17:04:39 GMT
Alice's eyes dart from place to place, searching for the presence of Dracmon. She'd probably need him for this, if setting the place on fire wasn't exactly... The best option. Even if it was, in all honesty, her preferred one at this point. "Crap, where the hell did he run off to? Help me find that little bastard, all right?" Driven less by her insatiable curiosity and more by a slowly building irritation, she wanders off from the group, trying to find Dorothy and only getting lost in the sea of people and the deafening music. The sounds are different than when she last paid attention to them, however, an aggression to them that makes it clear that this is less about dancing, and more about watching brawls unfold in the center of the crowd.
To hear Terminus being just as bad, if not worse than the Dark Area in aspects is strange to Dorothy, the witch wondering just how bad it must be. "I getcha... Never bein' able to trust anyone, everythin' being life or death... Makes ya feel hopeless. But once ya do get outta that hole... Yeah. Anything to not end up back down there again. Well, not anythin', but almost. I'd never stab my friends in the back, that'd just be cruel..."
Catching Alice moving in the corner of her eye, she looks over to see the crude fight ring that's formed, a slight anxiety coming over the Witchmon as she watches the mere human get alarmingly close to the edge, watching the Strikedramon hurl the tortoise Digimon away like a useless object, her downright hostile glare briefly fixated upon Dracmon. "Oh, uhh... I better stop Alice from gettin' angry, she ain't really, uhh... Supposed to be gettin' anywhere close to fightin'."
As Dorothy goes off to stop Alice, she pushes through the crowd only to be shoved towards the center by a few of the more rowdy patrons. "Hey, what's the big idea, ya dumb dorks!? Can't you see I'm-" She almost falls over, regaining her balance only to find herself standing in the center of the circle with Strikedramon. "Who's this? Some dork?"
"...You there." Alice finally speaks up, directing her voice to Dracmon as she realizes Dorothy is in the ring and stepping forwards so as to interrupt things slightly. "There's something I might need your help with." She doesn't want this to escalate into a brawl, but knowing the atmosphere of the party, she gives Dorothy a slight nudge signaling her to be ready for anything. "Unless you're busy with this, of course..."
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Post by Ayumi on Jun 23, 2019 9:56:22 GMT
Things were going to hell in a hand-basket real fast now. First Ayumi ran off as if compelled by some outside force, and then Alice went off on her own, leaving Solomon and Sleepmon behind. The Monodramon's shoulders drooped, but quickly regained their rigidness. He held onto Sleepmon's pajamas to prevent the from leaving, too. "It would appear we are in deep spaghetti. Breaking up the group is the worst thing you can do in such a situation. Let's stick together. First, we get my tamer back, then we get the others." His face was as stoic as ever, but his full-body tremble gave away how worried he was.
Ayumi dove straight into the dancing crowd, having fully given in to her own insecurities. Whatever it was that had entered her Digivice, it had found an easy target in the girl. She danced, just for her own amusement. Then, the Antylamon approached, chatting her up. The red, angry static from her Digivice, while not seen by her, still made herself known to her as her dull red eyes gleamed briefly, and she felt the entity's anger. "What do you want?? I am just having some fun here! Everyone here has so much fun, but my friends wanna leave already, that's so unfair! Do I need to be a Digimon to have some fun, too??"
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Post by Bonetrousled? on Jun 27, 2019 2:00:44 GMT
Unfortunately for Cas, fate had a way of making the best-laid plans grow a few wrinkles. Ogremon wasn't about to grab some meds or wait patiently on the couch. He was making a beeline right for that massage chair. It wasn't long before he hopped right in, kicking up his feet and leaning back into the chair. It sagged back far enough that it almost, but not quite, ended up resting directly against Cas. " 'Least the chair makes it all worth it," he squeaked, jamming an oversized green hand onto the controls. He fiddled with a few buttons, then balled his hand into a fist and punched down on it.
Nothing happened.
"The hell?" he demanded, slamming down on the "ON" button a few more times. When nothing continued to happen, he started audibly groaning in frustration. "Nurse! Nurse, the chair ain't working again! I think Fugamon broke it again!" Each shout threatened to draw more and more attention to the room, yet for the time being Ogremon's attention was laser-focused on the unplugged chair. Would anybody respond to Ogremon's howling?
The Antylamon clicked their tongue as Ayumi grumped at them. This was an impressive feat considering their lack of a visible mouth. "Don't gotta be. But it helps," they said, shrugging in a somewhat exaggerated motion. "Course, not like all Digimon are here for fun and games too. Some of us have a lot of work to do. But it can be nice to change your face and pretend for a night, y'know?"
The Digivice continued to beep in frustration. Its neediness, at least while Ayumi was left with this Antylamon, seeming knew no bounds. Judging by the twitching of their ears, Antylamon had picked up on it too, but didn't say anything. "So why do your friends want to leave, hm? Seems a bit early for all that, but that's just me," they added. As they spoke their arm stretched towards the refreshment table, grabbing a can of beer and tossing it over to their other hand. They then turned to face Ayumi, as if waiting to see if she had a request as well.
Between Ayumi and Alice's departures, Sleepmon shot Solomon a worried look. "I think that might be for the best," he said, worriedly sidling up to Solomon's side. Once within a comfortably un-abandonable proximity, the little sheep sighed in relief. "But . . . how do we get her back? There's a lot of crowd we'll need to cross."
Alice, at least, wasn't alone. Dracmon promptly ran over to her, hugging her leg cheerfully. "My partner!" he cheered, a little bit too loudly. "The one I have not abandoned and will protect from any funny business! Look, look, I found my friend! And she's kicking some serious butt today!" He looked around, then leaned up on his tiptoes to whisper conspiratorially. "I think she's gonna fight a wizard," he said, trying not to giggle the entire time. Once he had given Alice the news, he leaped up onto her shoulders, now waving his sign from a taller, greener vantage point. "So, how can I help ya, partner?" he asked.
Unfortunately, Dracmon's friend looked a lot less friendly. The Strikedramon folded her arms as she looked Dorothy up and down, scoffing a little. "She's next?" Strikedramon asked, the slightest hint of a yellowed eye visible beneath her helm. "And here I thought with that turtle out of the way, you guys were gonna give me a real challenge. But . . ."
She stepped back, gauntlets bursting into flame. The sheer force of her ignition sent her wild red hair blowing back, and a malicious grin started to creep across her features. "I think I can work with this."
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Post by Cross on Jun 27, 2019 11:07:59 GMT
This, Cross decided, was an opportunity. While the Wizardmon despised staves finding them clunky and useless they did have one distinct advantage. Silently materializing the staff in their hand they slunk out from beneath the chair, rose the staff high, and brought the weighted end of it down full force with everything they had atop the Ogremon's head. Looking to knock the green digimon out cold before he could even see them.
If she succeeded she'd take a few of the bottles from the shelves she hadn't snatched and stuff them in his pockets along with a discarded beer bottle likely left by a patron shoved into his hand to make it look as if he'd gotten drunk, raided the med-bay, and fallen asleep in the massage chair. Then if all went well she'd slip quietly from the Med-bay disappearing back into the thrumming crowd like a ghost in the night.
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Post by Alice Alexandria on Jun 30, 2019 2:41:00 GMT
"...What, ya wanna fight me? Think I'm weak?" Dorothy holds her hands on her hips as she grins at the Strikedramon, almost about to burst into laughter. She doesn't sense anything truly deadly about her supposed opponent, but at the same time, the amount of wins this Digimon has worry her, the Witchmon's confidence more to reassure herself than anyone else. "I ain't one for punches, so, uhh, stand back a lil' bit, I might bring somethin' down."
While Dorothy is confident about this, Alice feels as if her hand has been forced. The last thing she wants to do is cause a scene, and here her partner is, causing just that. And with a crowd willing to see blood, finding a way to let Dorothy escape seems difficult. "That wizard just so happens to be my friend. Like I said, I want to know where something is..." Hushing her words into a whisper, she speaks, trying her best not to sound threatening but still somewhat aggravated by all this. "I need to know where the generator or fuse box is."
Partially overhearing her Tamer's conversation with Dracmon, Dorothy quickly becomes impatient. "C'mon, are ya really that scared of me gettin' hurt?! The heck's wrong with ya, lemme have some fun for once!" She laughs loudly and with an undoubtedly reckless level of confidence, looking to the crowd and half-expecting to see someone cheering her on. "Go lick a Gekomon if you're so curious 'bout them!"
"Fine, be that way." Alice's response is as judgemental as she is annoyed, crossing her arms and turning away from the entire scene. "You have your fun, I'll have mine..."
"Your move, ya big lizard..." The witch Digimon taunts, holding a devilish grin on her face. "Don't mind her, she's just a huge dork!"
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Post by Ayumi on Jul 2, 2019 12:56:58 GMT
Whatever it was that her Digivice wanted, Ayumi was unaware of it. Right now, she wanted nothing but to do things her way. She'd always been shafted, she always had put others before herself, now it was -her- turn to enjoy herself! If the Digivice wanted her to do something, it would need to sweet-talk her some more! "I have no idea why they want to leave, all i know is that I don't want to leave! I am having fun! I always work so hard for them, and they just want to tell me to go! Humph! The nerve!" She was still unconsciously moving to the music, too far into her anger to really notice what she was doing.
Solomon tapped his chin. The sheep was right. This club was packed. How would they reach, much less find, Ayumi? Ayumi was a short woman, she was gonna sink in a crowd like a fat man in quicksand. "I'd say we dive between the dancers, and look for white skin. That is bound to lead us to Ayumi. I could fly over the crowd, but that would draw unwanted attention. Don't let go of my hand, if we get separated too then this whole mission is in deep spaghetti." So, Solomon took a deep breath, and dove into the crowd.
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Post by Bonetrousled? on Jul 3, 2019 4:22:06 GMT
Ogremon's eyes widened in shock as Cross' staff slammed right down on his skull. He let out a pained yelp, and he looked around with a cold fury that made it clear he was very, very not knocked out.
Then he stopped looking and sunk deeper into the chair. His yelp melted into a rolling sigh of relaxation. "Do it again~" he gasped. The good news was that Ogremon wasn't on high alert anymore. The bad news was that now he was in dire need of a scalp massage. If Cross peeked through the door to try and plan her escape, she would see that the crowds were currently thinned yet not empty. In particular, SkullGreymon was back to roaming the halls, gingerly tiptoeing around other Digimon to try and avoid trampling them. What a gentlemon.
"Huh. Sounds lame," the Antylamon said, shrugging. "Can't say my friends'd be happy about me being here, either. But, hey. I'm getting some important business done, and still having a good time in the process. So who's really winning here, hm?" They laughed warmly, voice twinkling like bells.
They continued to dance, seeming to follow along with Ayumi's movements. Unlike her rather angry dancing, theirs were almost unnaturally graceful. "Sounds like you're a bit frustrated with your friends, though. And that it goes a little bit past today," they observed. "You try sitting down and talking it through with them? Sometimes, people get so wrapped up in themselves, they don't even realize what they're doing to others. And even if they care about you, they can still hurt you. Or, hell, even themselves."
The Digivice's beeping was reaching a feverish pitch. It especially grew in volume whenever Antylamon spoke, as if trying to drown their words out.
Sleepmon nodded at Solomon's advice. "R-right!" he said, nervously clinging to the stronger Digimon's hand. He bit down on his tongue and tried to steel his resolve, even as they drew closer and closer to the crowd. He squeezed his eyes shut, then let out a meek, gentle war cry as he and Solomon launched into the crowd!
Sure enough, they found white flesh. It was so pale that it shone right through the crowd, and Sleepmon promptly steered Solomon towards the sight. However, as he ran, Sleepmon slowly slid to a halt. He tugged on Solomon's hand to try and get his attention. He stared in disbelief at an Ordinemon crumping in the middle of the crowd, wings battering other Digimon aside as she made unnatural warbling noises. "I, uh . . . I don't think this is Ayumi," Sleepmon said. Good observation!
Dracmon bristled as Dorothy insulted Alice. "Hey! That's my partner you're picking on!" he complained, pointing right at the Witchmon. "Strikedramon, you gotta kick her butt extra hard for that one! Like, super-de-DUPER hard!" He turned to Alice, beaming at her in search of approval. However, her questions took priority over brown-nosing at the moment, so Dracmon started thinking long and hard over them. "Well, I passed a big sparky thing while walking around the bathroom. Is that a generator? I tried to take a closer look, but when I did the floor started growling at me. I think it was saying 'blood, bloooooood.' Or maybe that was me filling in the details. Either way, it was cool! And terrifying!"
While Dracmon was trying to rally Strikedramon into action, she actually seemed a little bit taken aback by Dorothy snapping back at Alice. She had the awareness to see that the two were dressed like a pair, and if Dorothy was willing to give her own human lip like that . . .
"Starting to like your style, witch," she said, her grin spreading ear to ear. "Now let's see if you can walk that walk." She promptly drew her hand back, flame spilling into the claws of one gauntlet. She then took a single step forward, swiping at the air in a clawing motion. A wave of flame launched as she swiped, hurtling towards Dorothy at surprising speed!
Combat Log: Strikedramon unleashes her Strike Buster, sending a wave of flame hurtling right at Dorothy! This seems really unsafe to use at a mosh pit, but you do you, I guess!
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Post by Cross on Jul 3, 2019 14:12:48 GMT
Cross blinked. . .staff still held high as she gave the Ogremon a look that could only be described as 'What the hell is wrong with you?' Before sighing. All the fight seeming to go out of her with that one soft hissing breath as she chucked the staff back over her shoulder with a muttered "Fucking Staves," as the staff in question de-materialized out of existence. Leaving the Wizardmon instead to duck down, plug the chair back in, and mash every button on the control panel before she trotted out.
"Enjoy your massage," She quipped deciding to take her chances with the crowds as she ducked around the corner, re-activated her holosuit and becoming 'human' once more, hopefully giving the Ogremon the slip in the process should he chase after her. Just in case though she deciding perhaps it was wise to play up the damsel in distress. Slipping past the crowds she approached the SkullGreymon with a smile. Reaching out tentatively to tap his leg to get his attention.
"Thank you for before," She murmured glancing up at him through dark lashes with a shy, but earnest smile. Honest at least in her gratitude, "Would you care to dance?" Cross asked with a tilt of her head as she held out her hand.
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Post by Alice Alexandria on Jul 6, 2019 19:49:38 GMT
"Don't worry, she's a good friend of mine as well. Her attitude isn't... Exactly the best, but we're very close." Alice states this to Dracmon almost as if to reassure him that this is all in good fun... For the most part, anyways. For now, she watches, not exactly from a distance, but ready to leave at any given moment. "Just don't leave her unconscious or anything of that sort. I'll probably need her later." The emerald haired woman soon falls silent, knowing well that whatever is where the supposed generator is can't be good, and might be far too much for a mere human to handle. But her patience has already worn too thin. "Yeah, yeah... I'll be fine." Dorothy scoffs at Alice's comment, stepping forwards in the ring of people and waiting for Strikedramon to make a move, still quietly laughing to herself until the wave of flames heads her way. She takes it with some degree of struggle, gritting her teeth as the heat scorches her, a stubborn unwillingness to waste an opportunity to defend herself. This isn't life or death, after all. It's just for her own amusement. "Baluluna..." Green light pools in one of Dorothy's hands as she slowly approaches, staggering a bit due to the burns, but perhaps trying her best to look cool and intimidating to the crowd. That's all that matters to her right now, impressing the crowd, or at least trying her best to. "Gale!" As soon as she's close, Dorothy releases the energy as a green set of runes forms near her hand, attempting to push Strikedramon with one sudden hammer of air pressure. Foolish and overconfident, maybe, but given how long her opponent has been trouncing others, the witch expects the dragon to be at least a little bit tired. No longer willing to watch this, Alice decides to head for the bathroom, regardless of warnings and fed up with Dorothy's behavior. "All right, let's end this..." Speaking quietly under her breath, the crowd no longer matters to her. Nothing does, save for what she plans to do. With her own Digimon Partner more focused on her own ego and the others seemingly off on their own, she feels like she has no choice short of dealing with everything herself.
Dorothy uses Baluluna Gale on Strikedramon.
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Post by Ayumi on Jul 9, 2019 13:45:06 GMT
The beeping was starting to annoy Ayumi. And the annoyance did not help her calm down, either. The tall bunny was right, but right now she didn't even want to think about it! "You're right, but they will have to wait, I want to have fun -now-!" And with that she tried to get away from the Antylamon, if only to make the beeping stop.
As for Solomon, seems that his plan had a few holes. For starters, Ayumi was not the only one with pale skin. He was taken aback by the Ordinemon dancing. Quite a bit in fact. He just nodded at Sleepmon's statement as he stared. He had to shake his head to get back in the game. Luckily, the shaking pulled his eyes towards Antylamon. The bunny was quite a tall Digimon, and there tufts of white hair near it, moving away. The Monodramon held on to Sleepmon. "Over there might be a good idea." So, he tried to reach Antylamon.
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Post by Bonetrousled? on Jul 14, 2019 5:38:08 GMT
Ogremon's eyes widened in shock as the massage chair went from broken to set into maximum ogredrive. His rolling sigh echoed through the hall even as Cas ran far, far away. It was likely that she wouldn't be seeing him for the rest of the day.
SkullGreymon, on the other hand, she seemed quite interested in seeing again! He looked taken aback a bit as she approached, recoiling somewhat at the tap to his leg. However, once he recognized who he was, his jaw slackened in the approximation of a smile. He looked down at her hand, pensive, then softly took it in his own, far larger hand. He moved to escort her back down to the dance floor, although if she wanted to keep their party to the halls of the second floor he wouldn't stop her.
From there, his movements were surprisingly gentle. He carried himself with all of the caution of a titan trying to dance with something a fraction of his size, and yet he was still all too happy to guide her through her dance moves. He'd even give her a spin! It was all too easy, considering he would only need to use a single finger to guide her.
While this dance went on, another, far more violent dance was to follow. Upon seeing Dorothy take her attack on the chin, Strikedramon seemed to lower her own guard. She extended her hands in a "come at me, sis" gesture, her grin widening with each rune that spun around Dorothy's hand. Then the Baluluna Gale made its impact, hitting her hard in the gut. She dropped to a knee, looking quite winded by the strike. She wheezed like a squeaky toy that had seen far, far better days.
Then she looked up. The hair and metal plate obscuring her eyes made her grin look downright terrifying. "My turn," she snarled, pressing off of her back foot and launching right for Dorothy. Flame seemed to sprout up from her body as she took to the air, aiming to spear her like a raging football player. The strike didn't have much finesse behind it, but the speed and power were surprisingly high for a Digimon that had spent large portions of the day fighting. All the while Dracmon continued cheering, stopping only to wave to his partner as she dashed for the exits.
Once Alice entered the bathroom, she would find that it was more occupied than one would expect. A group of Numemon, Sukamon, and Nanimon sat on the floor of the background, playing cards. Instead of poker chips they seemed to be anteing salvaged pieces of food, often dusty, moldy, or otherwise unpleasant. A ShellNumemon threw down a hand of five aces, then flicked out his massive tongue to scoop all of the bets right into his mouth. He swallowed without even taking the time to chew, although his eyestalks narrowed in irritation once he noticed Alice's presence.
One by one, the other trash 'mons followed suit, until they were all staring holes into the poor woman.
As soon as Ayumi moved away from the Antylamon, her Digivice quieted. That was what it wanted all this time, it seemed! The Antylamon didn't put up much resistance, simply offering a shrug and a wave. "Careful out there, kid," they said, if Ayumi wasn't too inside of her own head to hear.
Solomon and Sleepmon were quick to approach the Antlyamon next, Solomon likely not noticing the Ordinemon staring longingly after him. As they approached Antylamon waved, not stopping their strange, undulating dance moves. "Here's as good an idea as anywhere else," they said. "That is to say, probably not a great one, but at least one we're all having together.
What brings you all here?"
"We're looking for a friend of ours," Sleepmon said. "She's pale, kind of angry, and not a cat."
"Oh, her? I was just talking to her. Small world, huh?" they said, pointing a massive hand over to where they had seen Ayumi walking off towards. "She's over there. Should be hard to miss, but I'd be a bit careful. She seems a bit . . . repressed. And I think that's getting to her."
Sure enough, Ayumi wouldn't be hard to spot. The angry dancing and general aura of frustration about her lead to the crowd giving Ayumi wide berth. If anything, it might have felt even more isolating, despite how crowded of an establishment Beelzemon's party was. Combat Log: Strikedramon takes a direct gutshot, then rushes forward to hit Dorothy with a heavy spear tackle.
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