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Specter sincerely wondered what sort of ancient Mesopotamian deity he somehow had pissed off to warrant the absolute hell he was going through right now. Now, the word hell was entirely subjective. The recently reincarnated Impmon (Now an Impmon X) was certain that someone would be entirely masochistic enough to enjoy this RNG-based bullshit, but he had a Syakomon following him around.
This itself was not the bad part. The real bad part was the fact that this bivalve kept trying to 'ship' him with everything that appeared to MOVE within the forest. Like this incredibly silent Owlmon. The Syakomon paused. "Oh, Mr. Specter! I found it!"
"...Is this another ship." "HELL YEAH."
The Impmon (X) groaned. "What is it this time." He dared to inquire. "You and that Owlmon!" It was only then that the Owlmon finally spoke. It was a single word. Yet it was powerful.
What kind of hell was the forest being subjected to right now?
Hasenya probably should have never left home without supervision, nor gone to an area where she would be surrounded by a bunch of flammable things. But she wasn't known for her ability to make competent or wise decisions and so she was out here anyway. Everything was totally and completely fine, and for once she felt pretty well in control of her abilities, it had been a good minute since the last time she set someone or something on fire just by being around it.
She was just wandering, minding her own business having a nice peaceful stroll through the forest. When one is in such a mundane situation doing such a mundane thing, you never think to hear drugs mentioned. And definitely not by an Owlmon.
In hindsight, it was a really stupid thing to have been so terribly startled by. Too late for that now, though. The Renamon gremlin nearly jumped out of her fur, letting out a high-pitched sort of yelp and tripped forward, her fur lighting up with a sudden sharp increase in heat and then..fwoosh. The grass immediately around her near-immediately caught on fire and began to spread, creating a rapidly expanding circle of burnt grass that soon lost it's shape as trees and other flora stood in the path of destruction. Given the fires magical nature, it made it far easier to spread at a rapid rate. "Oh shit, oh fuck." The Renamon hissed, springing back up and rushing about trying to put out her own fire in a panic. This was definitely all that Owlmon's fault.
"Did he just say 'drugs?' What?" The Impmon (X) asked, with a dash of incredulity lacing his voice. "Drugs!" The Owlmon repeated, more insistent this time. What did this creature want? "Drugs!" Drugs, apparently. Nereid staaared at the Owlmon, before she came to a conclusion. "Maybe he believes ships to be a poison, or narcotics. That, or he wants a ship."
"Drugs!" Probably not. A yelp sounded out and the smell of digital smoke started to catch on everyone present's noses. "DRUGS." The Owlmon said, for the umpteenth time, before he pointed his gaze towards where that yelp came from, took off from his branch, before he fired a cautionary, razor-sharp dart at what was now...definitely on fire grass. The feather just went away. "...Drugs...."
See, it was nice that Nereid was a water-based digimon. It meant she had access to her natural element for things like this. "Oh. Oh dear, that's fire! I know!" And then the Syakomon's green form that lay under her shell began to glow...Before she spat out a literal jet of very pressurized water at the base of the fire.
Hasenya better know how to dodge here! Then again, it was likely unlikely the pink Rena-gremlin-mon would be harmed by mere water, right?
Yes, the gremlin knew how to dodge. Was she smart enough to? Not while shew as panicking trying to put out a forest fire with. essentially more fire. It didn't help her much that she could still hear that gods-damned owlmon going on about drugs. Why would an owlmon want drugs? Being annoyed and on fire was a notoriously bad combo for an already frustrated and panicking Hasenya. It was only making the fire worse, making her freak out more- it was pretty much a bad cycle that needed breaking.
Fortunately for the whole forest though maybe not so much Hasenya herself, she would get pelted by the seemingly sudden water-jet throwing her off her feet. On the downside, she was wet. But on the upside, Nereid had accidentally taken out the source of the fire. That source being her fur. For a brief moment she just kinda laid in some burnt grass, face in the dirt. Today wasn't exactly going well for her so far, but at least someone better equipped had stopped her on her involuntary path of destruction. She only had one thing to say about the situation, albeit muffled:
Did Nereid just accidentally pelt someone with water in an attempt to put out a fire? Yes, yes she did. Did it help? No, considering the other most threatening entity in these woods was still raving about the one thing, the only thing he ever dared to crave. "Drugs! Drugs!" He cried as Nereid slid towards the now soaked Renamon.
"...Gosh, um, are you okay? I thought you were a giant piece of fire!" Maybe she was the source of the smell of burning, maybe she was not. Who knew? Of course, the one thing that Hasenya had to actually say about their situation managed to perturb the Owlmon beyond belief!
"DRUGS." He sounded offended. So offended, in fact, that he swooped down from his tree, plucked Nereid up, threw her aside (with an 'oof' from the clam's closed shell) before he tried to peck the crap out of the Renamon. A most annoying, but ultimately most basic attack.
Hasenya picked herself back up and huffed. "I'm fine, just... wet." They responded, making a bit of a face. Soggy fur wasn't the most pleasant feeling out there. "It was probably better you did that anyway. I was way too heated." The Renamon added with a bit of a sigh. They were the source of the fire, after all. She could settle for being pelted by jets of water over having a whole forest burn down around her.
The owl was really starting to annoy her, and the last thing she wanted right now was for her temper to quite literally flare up and start another fire. "Go to Terminus if you want your stupid drug crap! There isn't anything for you here!" She snapped at the Owlmon, right before they'd swoop for Nereid and toss them aside with a little more ease than she was expecting of some drugged up bird.
"Hey! You jerk, leave them alone!" She taunted, though that was all just big talk after she froze up seeing that they were coming for her next. She had never been in a real fight before- sparring, sure. But never had she traded blows with someone else over a disagreement. And it wasn't like she was in a tactical position for literally lighting her problems on fire.
Still, she did what she knew she could without setting everything on fire just like before- at least for now. This gremlin is a little bit accident prone, if it wasn't obvious. The Renamon put one arm up to block her face and swung a punch with the other, going right for that coked-up Owlmon's big dumb beak, if a Renamon her size could even reach.
Heated? Whatever could the strange-looking fox mean by this? Nereid didn't have time to contemplate upon the meaning of this as the Owlmon grabbed her and chucked her away with a frightening amount of ease. Then again, Syakomon were not quite known to be that heavy, so perhaps this was a little easier than it looked.
The Owlmon made a severe mistake in getting up close, though, considering this weird pink Renamon was, in fact, capable of putting her arms to good use. With a cry of "Drugs!" he took a strike right to the beak and flew back a bit, flapping his wings erratically. Instead of running away like a smart person, however, the Owlmon figuratively decided to imbibe on coked up bitch juice and fly right at Hasenya again with the intent of SLAMMING RIGHT INTO THE RENAMON.
She probably hid it pretty well, but Hasenya was freaking the hell out. Today was just chock full of unwanted surprises, and she could feel her temper getting the better of her the more this annoying bird kept saying that word. If she weren't all soaked because of Nereid, she might've started another fire, so thank goodness for that at least. It meant she couldn't go and make a family dinner out of this owl, but she still had one other means to protect herself- and Nereid, by extension. There wasn't any guarantee she would do well against a Digimon a whole stage above her but she would definitely try.
The Renamon jumped up out of the way of the Owlmon's dive and came back down on them with both feet in an attempt to stomp that coked up bird into the dirt. "I'm tired of hearing you say that stupid word! Shut up shut up shut up!" Hasenya yelled exasperated, still trying to stomp and jump up and down on the Owlmon. Which probably would've been brutal, had she not been a rookie. Unfortunately for this pink gremlin she didn't need to be hopped up on dumb bitch juice to make extremely unwise decisions, like trying to fight instead of running away which would have been so much easier on her and probably on Nereid.
She would just have to regret letting her temper get the better of her later.
Getting thrown around didn't feel quite good for Nereid. Was this what the medical books called getting dizzy? It sure felt like it. All she heard was Hasenya getting quite irate with the Owlmon's constant demands for drugs. "Drugs! Drugs! DRUGS!" It was almost like he was just repeating it to spite Hasenya as he flapped away from the Renamon.
Of course, this was the unfortunate moment when Nereid had righted herself, and the Syakomon pulled out her other move. She fired a pearl. A black pearl. A pearl that was about as hard as 9 rocks at once. It sailed right into the hide of the Owlmon, and sent him plummeting to the ground with another cry of "D-Drugs!"
"...Does anyone have any tape?" Nereid inquired, before looking to Hasenya. "The Royal Shipper decrees that stomping on this cretin is acceptable! Because he touched me. Go on." She nodded. Yeah, just ice this poor Owlmon.
She was so ready to conjure up some kind of bat or mace to hit a homerun with this damn owl, before Nereid knocked it out of the air with more ease than Hasenya could have hoped for. What even was that? Some weird looking rock? She had a lot of questions going through her head, though they'd all be interrupted by one of Nereid's own. "T-Tape?" The Renamon blinked, clearly confused by the question. No, they did not in fact have tape.
Then the clam looked at her and of course, she looked right back. For a moment she was afraid that this person was going to be just as crazy as that Owlmon and try to attack her. They were clearly more a threat to her then the cracked up owl too, so obviously she didn't want that. "Royal.. Shipper?" Was that some kind of aquatic Digimon thing? Hasenya didn't know. But if Nereid were some kind of royalty, the Renamon would feel a tad embarrassed for how she had just been acting. They probably looked like some kind of barbarian, or something.
When they approved of her actions though she was shaken out of her flustered state, nodding to affirm they had heard this. They went over to the downed Owlmon and figured they would just top off on what damage Nereid had already done, giving one good kick to the head to simply knock them out. This silly gremlin genuinely believed Nereid was some kind of princess.
"Yeah, tape! So I can glue his beak shut for like...a few hours. Or however long it'll take for him to peel that off. Do Owlmon have opposable thumbs...?" The answer to that was something that was probably back home at the Library, in hindsight. The worst part about that declaration, though, was that Nereid was not only entirely serious, but she also wasn't actually expecting the gremlin to COMPLY. Holy shit, she just went over and kicked the downed Owlmon!
With a final gasp of "D-Drugs..." He went out into dreamland. Oof. Owch. "Yeah! Royal Shipper! I'll get people ships and hopefully they find their soulmates so they can be happy." A truly outlandish explanation, but not the worst in the world. Was this truly a princess or was this some form of bivalve lunatic?
Wait, what. "Ships.. Soulmates?" Okay, so she wasn't a princess. Or maybe she was one of those weird girls obsessed with those cheesy romance stories. There wasn't any real way to question the legitimacy of that "royal" part but maybe Hasenya shouldn't be so quick to go along with what she says.
"How do boats help people find their soulmate? I.. I'm so confused." The Renamon had a lot of questions. This was probably the weirdest day of her whole life. But regardless of how crazy or weird this 'Royal Shipper' was, she did successfully stop Hasenya from causing a whole lot of chaos with the unfortunate set of abilities she had. Plus, they saved her sorry pink butt from being mauled by some drugged up jerk. That made her pretty alright by Hasenya, at least.
"Oookay then. Regardless how that shipping stuff works, thanks for saving the forest- and me... twice." Hasenya huffed. Maybe they should have stayed home today. Or their luck was just plain rotten.
"Yes! Relationships to find soulmates!" This creature was definitely a girl obsessed with a cheesy romance story or five, and her vernacular was quickly showing that. Nereid herself was floored at the fact that this strange Renamon didn't understand what she was saying! That was worse than the fact that they almost started a fire and beat up a poor Owlmon that might wake up at any moment.
...Speaking of. Nereid tilted her head. "Oh! Um...No problem!" She didn't even stop to realize she kind of did save Hasenya from stuff. And the forest. "I wasn't kind of thinking when I did that. I'm Nereid! Princess of the Tides!" That wasn't her actual title, just roll with it.
As skeptic as she was now over this clam's actual social status Hasenya rolled right along with it. It was more fun this way, plus there wasn't any need to be rude about it if nobody was getting hurt because of it. She did still find the whole soulmate thing to be really weird but hey, it wasn't evil to want to see two people be happy together, right? "Alright, Your Shipping Highness. What brought you all the way out here?" The same question could easily be directed towards herself but her answer was likely a lot more boring than Nereid's. She was just bored and out for a walk.
That Owlmon kept making her paranoid. She would really prefer if it could just stay asleep and not bother anyone else for today, but she doubted that her luck would be that good. "Uh.. I'm Hasenya, by the way. Not a princess or anything." The pink fox chuckled a bit sheepishly once she had realized she hadn't even introduced herself after Nereid had. Probably too distracted by that damn owl.
The only way anyone would find out anything about Nereid's actual social status was if they actually went and searched for the information. And who would find anything about one singular clam? Well, aside from who her parents were, obviously. What brought her out here, though? Pah! A simple question for the Royal Shipper to answer. "Well, the duties of the Royal Shipper are never over! So I came out here to ship something." ...Who was she gonna ship, though?
That Impmon from earlier scrammed and Owlmon was unconscious... The Syakomon tilted her head towards Hasenya. "Not a princess? With that fluff? C'mon, you should totally be a princess! Who said you're not a princess, I'll beat them up!" Regardless of that, or why Nereid was here, she did seem to think highly enough of Hasenya to declare that.