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Bringing Life to the Town (R.T. Job E) [Completed]
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Post by Yuko Himura on Oct 1, 2019 19:58:12 GMT
As it turned out, the Digital World wasn’t all about violence and fighting. A bunch of young, Rookie-level Digimon working together to establish their own organized city in the Eastern Timberlands would be a heartwarming sight, if not for the fact that Yuko Himura wasn’t very fond of small children. She didn’t hate small children, mind you. She just found them loud and annoyingly cute, and was never sure how to treat them. Conversely, Jokermon liked children almost a bit too much, which concerned his Tamer. If there was anything her casually reading Stephen King had taught her, it was that clowns and children did not mix. Regardless, the shady jester was all too happy to visit this Rosewood Town, prowling the streets of the nearly constructed city with Yuko in tow. “Ahhh, developments seem to be progressing smoothly, but there is one teensy tiny thing that this place lacks… Entertainment~!” The demonic harlequin mused. “Your idea of ‘entertainment’ always worries me. Last time you tried to entertain the masses, I was attacked by an angry Yokomon.” The Japanese delinquent talked back to him, her usual brand of snarkiness shining through. “Hush, dear! I was just rusty back then, but now this lean, mean comedy machine is oiled up and ready to roll!” The jester claimed, pointing his fist up in the air with determination and excitement. Finding the perfect spot to put himself on a pedestal, which was, well… a literal pedestal in the middle of the town square, Jokermon outstretched his lanky arms and addressed the crowd of In-Training and Rookie-level Digimon. “Lo and behold! The Demon King of the Digital World, the Clown Prince of the Dark Area, the greatest clown that ever clowned, Jokah-sama is here to entertain you! Feast your eyes on this… Royal Flush!” He exclaimed, pointing his palms up and shooting a bunch of cards into the sky, wowing the crowd.
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Post by Rei Oto on Oct 12, 2019 0:35:21 GMT
The rumors that the duo heard was of interest to seek out this "Rosewood Town". Though new to the Digital World, Rei followed her partner Musimon as the trusty guide to this strange new world. Rei had only realized how to travel to the Digital World. WHen they heard that the town of Rosewood was under construction and roles were needed to help livey up the town, Musimom nearly hopped with joy to have his desire to throw a party. Bring real joy to the Digital World. His time in the human world only made him more of a party-person since he downloaded a whole load of music and learned about the human world partnered to Rei.
Rei's reason were a bit more out of the need to escape. She had been the sole responcible one for her family while her mother worked and her brother goofed off. As much as she was happy to be there for her family, it piled on her, exhausted her and left her with not much to do after school. The need to fill her life with SOMETHING led her to venture into the Digital World and explore as any 11 year old would want to do.
The town of Rosewood was surrounded by forests as the duo entered, having some strange stares from passing in training and rookie digimon.
"You sure this is a good idea, Musimon?" she asked, "I mean, isn't the reason you left the Digital World cause everyone wanted you to fight? "
Musimon turned as he continued to walk-- now backwards. "It's fine Rei-chan! That was not here, and most of the Digimon here just want to relax, live and have fun in peace. Nothing like where I was from. Trust me!" he said chipperly.
The rabbit made Rei roll her eyes a bit. Musimon was a lively and upbeat creature. Her devoted guardian. However, he had the habit to get in over his head. He would pull pranks once in a while or try to act silly to encourage those around him to be happy. At times, it rubbed a few people the wrong way, and Rei had to cover for him.
As they entered the square, they saw something odd. Rei knew immediately one of them. A human girl, much older than she was with dark hair and gothic clothing. While her own clothing was definately of the japan pop style, hers was much darker too. That, and she had a seemingly creepy clown Digimon in toe that she never seen before.
"Is that a magic show or something?" Musimon asked, his hand-ears raised.
Naturally, the other tamer and digimon would notice them-- as the humans easily stood taller than any other Digimon or building here...
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Post by Yuko Himura on Oct 12, 2019 11:00:27 GMT
The crowd of In-Training and Rookie-level Digimon were moderately impressed by Jokermon’s flashy magic tricks, but not to the point of being mind-blown. He made playing cards rain from above, juggles them in his hands and in-between his flexible fingers, shuffled them a lot and stacked them all together into a full deck, before throwing them in the air and repeating the process. Yet, it was not quite enough to make the crowd erupt in cheers or the like. That didn’t stop the Clown Prince from relishing under the spotlight, magnanimously tossing his arms about, posing theatrically and speaking in a grandiose manner. “An extravagantly fast-paced, sensory-overloading performance! You’re not standing in ovation yet, because your slow, feeble brains are still trying to process my awesomeness! This is but a miniscule demonstration of the Demon King’s power of entertainment! Bahahahahahaha!!”While the self-proclaimed Demon King was laughing like a madman (mad-mon?), Yuko noticed another human standing among the crowd of Digimon; A younger, tomboyish-looking girl. “Jokah, look. Another Tamer!” The Japanese delinquent nudged her partner’s side, while pointing at the newcomers. “Hmmmmmmm?!” The demonic jester hummed loudly, putting his hands on his hips and leaning forward, staring at the duo with his one visible eye. He mostly stared at the orange bunny-like Digimon accompanying the young girl. “Is that a Musimon? Could it be that a member of the Entertainment industry has come to challenge me?” Jokermon stood back straight and opened his lanky arms far and wide. “Come, little rabbit! Let us see who can win this crowd over! Let us see who the greater entertainer is!”
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Post by Rei Oto on Oct 13, 2019 15:36:00 GMT
The Digimon of the 'crowd' looked at the Jokermon's antics. While somewhat appealing, the sheer chaos of his act made some of the younger Digimon wondering what this was for, others just a little worried by the self-proclaimed Demon Lord's antics. This was suppose to be a village for the young and child-like Digimon to live in peace, and while developing, anything that would cause a feeling like this might be misinterpreted. Needless to say, Rei saw the clown and the 'eerie' feel she got from it. THough she never saw IT-- her brother had and mentioned killer clowns. A smaller phobia she had to be nervous around clowns. She wondered what was going on-- till they were singled out among the crowd.
Musimon hopped up in front of her as the clown leaned over. Though Musimon was a rookie and not a fighter-- he was awfully protective of Rei and made sure no one would come close to being a threat to her, even when she was too kind for her own good. "Hey, Bozo! Dial back the creep factor a bit. Your trying to electrify the audience, not petrify them." he said in a creative way of stating "be more funny and less creepy'.
"Musimon," Rei warned, worried the clown would think he was being rude. However, it was then that Rei noticed the gothic girl-- and likely seen that the duo was in fact digimon and tamer just as she was. "Wait... does he belong to that girl over there?"
Rei was new to the entire tamer life, and was as green behind the ears as you could be-- especially for her tender age. Though she had taken on responsibilities, she still was young and likely shouldn't of even been to the digital world on her own.
"H-Hi there. I'm Rei and this is Musimon.." she said as she looked up to the two-- a bit nervous about what they were like. They did look menacing, the kind her mother would want her to stay far away from. But even so you couldn't judge a book by its cover.
It was then that Jokermon decided to challenge Musimon to try and entertain the Rosewood Digimon-- the sheer exchange was already drawing a crowd. An agumon looked to them, interested by the rare sight of humans. A Byomon fluttered nearby to look on, while an IMpmon laughed-- finding the clown hilarious for his own twisted humor.
Musimon, however, prided himself as the life of any party. "Win the crowd over? You say that like this is even a contest. Trust me-- there is NO contest that you can beat the Emperior of Entertainment! That's me! " Musimon seemed to have a flare for the competitive.
Still, they only just arrived-- what was all this about. Either way-- both Rei and Musimon were clueless as to what was going on. But knowing Musimon, he could catch up fast.
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Post by Yuko Himura on Oct 13, 2019 16:33:45 GMT
The delinquent-looking girl waved back as casually as she could. “Yo. Nice to meet you, Rei. I’m Yuko, and he… well, he’s already introduced himself.” She was worried that Musimon’s provocations would piss off her jester-like partner, who tended to get irritated whenever people didn’t show him the proper respect as a ‘King’. On the other hand, she had yet to see any actual proof that Jokermon was royalty, so Musimon wasn’t on the wrong calling him a ‘Bozo’. Rather than being irritated by the musical rabbit’s insults, the evil clown clasped his face and threw his head back in an insane laughing fit. “Bahahahaha! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! Oh, that was pretty funny. You think THAT was creepy?! Trust me, you wouldn’t like me when I’m actually creepy…” The Clown Prince said, his eye peeking from in-between his crooked fingers, and shining with menacing energy. Their staredown was clearly attracting the crowd’s attention, with most onlookers siding with Musimon due to looking like the least villainous out of the two. Not to mention, standing up to a Champion-level Digimon as a mere Rookie took a lot of courage. “Hey now! We’re all on the same team… I think. There’s no reason to get competitive.” Yuko nervously waved her hands, a big bead of sweat forming on her forehead. “Au contraire! We should be MORE competitive!” Jokermon exclaimed, before pointing at Musimon all dramatically. “We shall have a battle… An entertainment battle, that is! Seeing Champion-level Digimon show off their moves should get the children here really excited. So, hurry up and Digivolve! Do it for the children!”“That sounds kinda dangerous, please don’t!” Yuko pleaded. Unfortunately, Jokermon was way too prideful, and nobody could stop him once he had set his mind on something. So far, Musimon was shaping up to be just as prideful, so who knew if either of them would listen to reason.
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Post by Rei Oto on Oct 15, 2019 16:52:06 GMT
Musimon didn't turn down any form of challenge at least when it came to this-- trying to make others happy. Even before he met Rei, his joy in life was making others happy with the power of his musical harmony. He might of been unappreciated by the other digimon for it, but he knew better. He just glared back at the clown, unafraid. It probably would of become a fight if Rei hadn't had the sense to pick up Musimon and hold him in her arms. Partly to keep him close, and partly to not feel nervous around the scary looking clown.
The girl, however, was more welcomed as she introduced herself as Yuko. She smiled at her, appreciating finding another tamer. "We actually came here exploring. Was there some sort of event or festival going on?" Rei asked. They just happened to come here by chance, but excellent timing since Musimon was naturally a born DJ and entertainer.
The topic however, became one sided when the clown demanded to have Musimon Digivolve. Rei's face went a bit bashful as she hid it behind Musimon's ears. "Ummm... Actually that isn't so easy cause... Musimon haven't Digivolved yet. Sorry." she admitted sheepishly.
"Rei-chan!" Musimon called out, turning his head to her. "Don't apologize! Its not your fault and we haven't been doing this long. Besides, why rise to Pennywise-reject level? " he said, adding another sling to the clown.
Clearly, the young tamer had not been doing this very long and even more so Musimon was not a combat oriented Digimon. HIs skills were literally rousing and supporting allies with his masterful music.
Musimon didn't like how this whole contest would depend on evolution. "Ha! Like i need to evolve to out clown you! "
"So... what exactly is going on here? You trying to hold a festival or something?" Rei asked as she held on to Musimon like a child to a stuffed toy.
"Rosewood is trying to breathe new life into the town," A Digimon spoke up-- one came waddling up as a Gomamon. Rei's face brightened at the sight of the adorable little seal. "We want to attract more people and prosper it more-- so we thought bring in some entertainment. Is there anything you can do to help? "
She felt more comfortable as more encouraging little critters came closer. By that time, Musimon felt even more confident as he wiggled a bit-- signaling Rei to let go and the bunny jumped down.
"Oh yeah! I know just what to do!" the rabbit said and soon threw his 'hand-ears' up with glee. "Party, PEOPLE!!"
Musimon wanted to throw a party, something that Rei knew he very much wanted to do.
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Post by Yuko Himura on Oct 15, 2019 17:42:59 GMT
“Hah! Is there some sort of festival, she asks. Darling, you’re looking at it!” Jokermon claimed with a haughty laugh, while pointing at himself with all the confidence and hubris of someone who thought they were the center of the universe. He laughed once again when the human and partner Digimon pair admitted that they hadn’t achieved Digivolution yet. “Bah! Some ‘Emperor of Entertainment’ you are! Hahahahaha! Yuko and I have been collaborating for less than a week, and she’s already helped me achieve a level that even surpasses Pennywise!” The evolved Digimon bragged, once again flaunting his tall, slender figure. “Using words like ‘collaborating’ makes it sound like a business deal, and I don’t recall being paid for this.” Yuko snarked at the clown, before turning her attention back to Rei. “It’s alright, don’t worry about it. Jokah only Digivolved because we got into a fight. Most sane people try to avoid fights if they can help it.”“A fight, you say…” The demonic jester mumbled, smiling darkly. After a friendly passerby Gomamon explained the situation better, Musimon decided to give the town some quality entertainment by proposing that everybody partied with him. It was dubious whether the local Digimon would immediately go along with it, or if they even knew what a party was. Yuko decided to show her support by giving a low five to Musimon’s ear-hand. “Heck yeah, let’s party! It ain’t a real party if there’s no loud music to dance to, though.”Jokermon began to chuckle ominously, interrupting their convo. “Hm hm hm. Oh, there are plenty other ways to get people to dance… Gaia Magicar.” He clicked his fingers, causing a glowing magical circle to suddenly appear on the ground where Musimon stood. Tiny beams of energy started shooting out of said circle in random patterns. They were weak and easily avoidable, since the Clown Prince was obviously holding back. Still, Musimon would have to put those tiny feet of his to good use, if he didn’t wanna become roasted rabbit. “Bahahahahahaha! Dance, little yellow rabbit! Dance for my- I mean, our amusement!”
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Post by Rei Oto on Oct 20, 2019 22:07:02 GMT
A sweat-drop fell beside Musimon's head as he heard the psycho clown rant about being better than Pennywise. The other little rookies also looked on uneased by the clown, clearly thinking he was crazy. "I'm a PG rated Mon here, and even I know the clown dies at the end of the movie, creep-o." " Musimon retored, once again haulted by Rei stopping her partner from mouthing off further... for what time she could.
"GAH!" AN impmon nearby shrieked, covering his 'ears'. "Spoilers!"
"Whoops. Sorry!"
When the suggestion of a party was brought up, everyone , including the woman tamer was on board for it. Rei smiled at the eagerness the other tamer had. But things grew bad when the stupid clown tried to make Musimon dance via fire to his feet. "YOWCH!" The rabbit wailed as he hopped up and about, not liking the stupid trick.
Finally, Musimon hopped into Rei's arms, seeking some safety as Rei finally grew a scowl of her own. "HEY! That's not funny! It's all fun and games till someone get's hurt. SO quit bullying my friend!" she said, showing a rare form of courage she only had when she was tested-- for example when her older brother was being irresponcible. Rei at times had to take the responsible and mature angle for her age.
Clearly the clown overstepped if they were going to work together. Rei sighed and tried to think how they would throw the party now. They needed a lot to do. But music-- Musimon was a one-mon symphony.
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Post by Yuko Himura on Oct 20, 2019 23:10:50 GMT
Rei was not the only one being mad at Jokermon’s harmful shenanigans. Even the clown’s own Tamer was tugging at his sleeve trying to stop him. “Jokah, cut it off! Stop!” “Stop? Darling, I’m just getting started! Bahahahaha!” The villainous jester continued to laugh like an utter lunatic and torment the poor musical bunny. It was only after Musimon jumped into Rei’s protective embrace that Jokah finally deactivated the magic circle. “You certainly are an Entertainer! The way you hopped into a human’s arms like a frightened kitty was quite entertaining!”
At this point, Yuko had half a mind to give the Clown Prince a long overdue slap in the face. It probably wouldn’t hurt him, but he definitely deserved it for being such an ass for no good reason. But then it clicked to her… For better or for worse, their little fight had drawn the crowd’s attention. “Wow, everyone’s staring at us…”
The teenage delinquent walked in-between the two opposing groups, and spoke in a low voice so that nobody could overhear them. “The crowd seems to be buying into this, so maybe we could… I dunno, have a pretend fight or something. Make it seem real to them without anyone actually getting hurt.” Jokermon grinned like the Devil himself… if the Devil was a clown, that was. Could this have been his plan all along?
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Post by Rei Oto on Oct 31, 2019 22:06:28 GMT
Both Rei and Musimon glared at the clown with a grouchy look. Luckily, the tamer was the more mature one of the bunch as much as Rei was at times. As the stares and stuff continued on, it seemed that Musimon and Rei seemed to be in a nervous position. As the tamer made a suggestion to do a fake fight... Rei was the first to object.
"Um... I'm really not good at this. I only became a tamer a few weeks ago. ANd Musimon is a support Digimon," she replied, "I can't ask him to fight. "
The suggestion was good but it wouldn't help as the bunny would get creamed-- until the little rabbit hopped out of Rei's arms and onto the ground. "Yo! I'm not gonna waste time with smacking beats on you, when I can be bring the house down with my best jams, ya know what I'm saying, fool-ya-fool!" he said in a rapper's dialect, something Musimon quickly picked up. He liked the sound of it and enjoyed it when it avoided negative music from it too.
The growing crowd was worrysome and Rei didn't want a fight, but soon Musimon set the stage. "If you wanna bring the beat, then we beat my way! A rap-battle, yo! Let's see who can spin a better smack on you!" Musimon challenged, pointing a hand-ear at the clown.
Now that was a fun idea, that even Rei didn't immediately get. Both to entertain and challenge the deranged clown. A rap battle (hopeful age appropriate) to settle the matters that would both challenge the more aggressive digimon, and entertain the watching Digimon with a show to maybe make this a real party.
However, the other Digimon would look around, unsure what even a 'rap-battle' was.
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Post by Yuko Himura on Nov 1, 2019 0:00:10 GMT
Alright, so Jokermon was no longer trying to kill Musimon. That was certainly a form of progress. However, the two of them were still in each other’s faces, and something needed to be done about that. Yuko’s suggestion to just have a staged fight to please the crowd received mixed reactions from Rei and her partner, but when the musical rabbit started spitting some metaphorical hot fiyah, things got a different, more creative twist. “A rap battle, huh? It’s a good idea on paper, but there’s one problem. Just look at Jokermon… He’s way too white to rap!” The pierce-faced teenager said, pointing at her jester-like partner. “What’s this ‘rap’ thing you speak of?” Jokah asked in genuine confusion. Yuko face-palmed hard at that. “Rapping is what the little guy just did. You basically just have to be good at rhyming and insults.” She explained to him. “Rhyming, rhyming…” The clown stroked his very white chin in deep thought, until a proverbial light bulb flashed above his head. “I’ve got it! Yuko, use the Digi-Egg of Sincerity! It’s Armor time!”“W-what?! Oh… sure, I guess.” The Tamer was taken aback at first, but she assumed that Jokah had a plan like he usually did. “Let’s see, what was the command again… Oh yeah. Digi-Armor Energize!” She exclaimed, pointing her glowing Digivice at him.
“Jokermon, Armor Digivolve to…” A curtain appeared out of nowhere and enveloped the colorful jester. When it quickly went away, it revealed a humanoid creature clad in equally colorful, traditional Japanese robes. His head and his vine-like hands were adorned in cherry blossom petals, and had creepy, painted faces on them. “Kabukimonnnnnnn! Actor of Sincerityyyyyyy!” He proudly announced the name of his new form, stretching his syllables, while striking a dramatic pose with his feet firmly planted on the ground and his arms widely spread apart. “A rhyming challenge, Posed by a foolish bunnyyyyyyy, Who didn’t know better.” The Demon King rhymed back, his expression shifting to various overblown grimaces as he talked in a loud voice that demanded attention. “Haiku versus rap, huh? I guess that works too. It’s like a clashing of different styles.” Yuko commented, definitely surprised by this development, but accepting it for what it is. “By the way, I think that means he accepts your challenge.” She let Musimon know.
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Post by Rei Oto on Nov 2, 2019 3:26:08 GMT
The sudden digivolution into an armored form-- turned out to be the exact same one that Rei had for Musimon. Though they had yet to use it themselves, it was a shock to find Jokermon had the exact same form as well. "Wait a minute! Wait a minute! You copycat!" Musimon shouted, not like he had the same form. "That's MY armor form. Oh... it's on, unclean flower child." he said pointing a hand-ear at Kabukimon.
"Oh boy..." Rei groaned, covering her face with a hand and might gain sympathy from Yuko. It seemed they both had trouble with their unruly Digimon from time to time.
By now, the other Digimon got comfortable and some sat down, others gathered more to see what was going on. By this time it was now the late afternoon and the lights went down. With a grand gesture, Musimon extended his arms and created a multi-colored light to illuminate the area, showing a mic, a mixing board and just general ambiance around them. "Prepare to make like a tree and leaf before ... the maestro!" The bunny said dramatically. "I won't stoop to your level and I'll school you just as I am."
"DJ Musimon-- SPIN IT!!" he shouted with a 'peace' sign on both his ears going up.
From the speakers on his body, they began to pulse and an energetic beat began to play. What might of been overlooked but clear now, was that Musimon was like a living boombox-- capable of playing any music he wanted and had limitless data for musical tracts. He began to move to the beat and the multi-colored light started to shine around like a stage. With one dramatic turn, he spun to reveal he now wore a pair of 'cool guy shades".
His Power Beat-- the music he played to power up himself and allies, was the perfect rhythm for this as he now began with an energetic step.
"Sizzle, all my homies in this digital land. DJ Musimon is here, a one-mon band. I got rhythm and rhyme, you know I am fly, so enjoy the beats before I make the clown cry. "
The zing was only the start and of a not-so aggressive choice of words that were far more friendlier than anything said and done in a 'rap'. Rei too enjoyed more hip-hop music with more positive words like from Lotus Juice and other artists, especially from Japan.
"My human partner is a sweet girl, Rei, We're the best of friends and laugh every day. Who needs to evolve, when you can play a jam, I won't stoop to your level, I'm great as I am!"
And Musimon was just getting started, glaring at Kabukimon in challenge behind his glasses. He started out nice, but he could be much more creative if the flower digimon decided to return in kind.
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Post by Yuko Himura on Nov 2, 2019 12:46:25 GMT
Musimon was none too happy about Jokermon’s Armor Digivolution into Kabukimon, accusing him of being a ‘copycat’ for stealing ‘his’ form. Hearing this, Yuko turned towards Rei with a somewhat confused look. “You guys have an Armor form too?” She asked the younger Tamer.
“The daft child is you, Claiming this form as your own, When it’s really mine.” Kabukimon haiku-ed back at the rapping bunny, raising a hairless brow, his painted face stuck in a perpetual, intense scowl.
The rap versus haiku battle was on, with Musimon pulling out his mic and mixing board, and throwing some sick beats. The speakers built into his semi-organic body began to blare with loud music, while also producing some colorful, seizure-inducing lights. It felt just like being in a real night club! “You’ve gotta admit, his song is darn catchy.” Yuko said, humming the tune herself, and tapping her foot to the rhythm of Musimon’s energetic beat.
“This clown is crying, At your new age balderdash, And lack of talent.” Kabukimon rhymed in his more refined prose, yet being every bit as loud and energetic as his younger opponent. Leaning forward and shifting one foot to the side, the noble plant monster struck a new dramatic pose. “Dancing like leaves in the wind, roaring like a lion. Renjishiiiiiii!!!” He screeched as he swung his floral head, his flowing mane of blonde hair swinging along with it, producing a swirl of floating cherry blossom petals that shot towards Musimon’s DJ booth like ninja darts, likely destroying it.
“Your partner is meek, While mine is a wild flower. Which one is stronger?” Kabukimon gloated, standing next to Yuko and striking yet another dynamic pose, this time outstretching his flower-shaped hand.
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Post by Rei Oto on Nov 2, 2019 17:12:33 GMT
THe other Digimon sat in odd question but were compelled to listen. THe music playing from Musimon definitely added an allure. The truth was, Musimon was like a pied-piper. His musical powers had the ability to affect other people in a positive way, though that kind of statement could apply to any music if one really thought about it. Music was a universal language and one that Musimon always preached about.
The Kabukimon once again spun off a strange Haiku. For it all, Musimon wasn't even feeling it. Haiku's were literary poems sure and often didn't involve any real rhyme in a musical field. It was odd and out of beat to the music. He just stood there, his arms crossed while his ears bobbed to the music he generated. He still listened, and wrinkled his brow behind his sunglasses. The Haikus were good, though once he got to the one involving his partner Meek, Musimon's ears went up in offense.
"Oooh, a sling to my partner? No more Mr. Nice Bunny!" Musimon shouted.
Rei didn't mind and just gave a soft smile as she glanced at Yuko, clearly unsure what kind of person she was in truth. I mean they did only just meet. Still, she blushed at Musimon's reaction. It wasn't helping the meek case.
However, Musimon would of been hopping mad at the crack to his tamer. Even he wouldn't go that far, so he began the beat and started up again to move with the tempo.
"Yo, your Haiku's are correct, but make my ears bleed, You may look pretty, but your an over-sized weed. Take it from me, there's more under the surface. You look like you got fired from the circus."
The gasps from some Digimon came that added to the zings that followed, clearly Musimon having some talent at making clever rhymes. Even Rei was impressed how clever her partner was.
"Talk smack to my partner, that's a threat, so I'll verbal smack you down like you won't forget. Your Haiku's got no rhythm and just wreak of the lazies, So go back to the garden and go push up daisies! "
The last word was held out, followed by a sudden 'ooooh!' sound and the sound effects of a wild cheer. Cleary Musimon used his music to add to it, but other Digimon responded in kind, especially at the little part about the daisies... a way of telling the clown/Kabukimon as a rappers means of 'dropping dead".
Even Rei suddenly snorted and covered her mouth, trying to contain her own laughter at the well placed rhyme and sling at the digimon. She hated to admit it, but Musimon's idea was far better than actually fighting and glad it happen. Her shoulders shook as she tried to contain her laughter but the sound effects, reaction and the overgrown flower didn't help settle her laughter.
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Post by Yuko Himura on Nov 2, 2019 18:54:25 GMT
“I can’t tell if he’s trying to be threatening or adorable.” Yuko pondered out loud as Musimon threw a hissy fit over his partner being called meek, declaring that he would no longer be a nice bunny. Truly that was the most hurtful of PG insults the Demon King had come up with, if it had managed to aggravate the little musical rabbit. “Hey. We’re cool, right?” The young hooligan asked Rei, wanting to make sure that the younger girl hadn’t taken such a scathing insult to heart.
Musimon did have plenty of bite to back up his bark with, throwing some more rhymes in Kabukimon’s way, who responded in kind with his own improvised haiku style. “Whether clown or weed, The Demon King is handsome, Like Apollomonnnnnnn.” The humanoid plant creature boasted, while sassily lipping his knee-length, blonde hair. It was obvious that humility wasn’t his strongest suit.
Yet, the next verse of Musimon’s rapping and the metaphorical mic drop that followed managed to turn the tables and actually aggravate the Demon King, who frowned harder than ever before. “The nerve of this hare! Calling my great rhymes lazy! I’ll show you who’s lazy! Oh no! I used an extra syllable! Nooooooo!!” Kabukimon lamented, his face frozen into a mask of horror.
Yuko clapped her hands slowly, as she approached Musimon. “I guess that means you won… I think. Good job, little dude!” She congratulated him, offering her hand for a handshake. Earshake? Whatever, she was trying to be a good sport, unlike her partner, who was still mortified over his own screw up.
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