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Post by Charles Brynlee on Nov 19, 2019 0:41:12 GMT
"Your experiences are not universal, and I've heard far more people talking about the old DATS doing some pretty abhorrent things than people talking about old DATS not doing their job." Polty would bluntly state; giving Wormy a deadpan look for a brief moment, and sighing. "I'd rather not get into a talk about this in front of the kid, though; especially given that this is old DATS we're talking about, not the current DATS. I don't like em much, but at least they're more understandable."
As Ebi questioned even the Human World now, though; Polty couldn't help but wonder... "... Ebi, sport; were you taught about anything other than cooking at all...?" She'd question with a hue of concern; glancing down to the little EbiBurgamon. There seemed to be an awful lot of things he had trouble recognizing; including things that he probably would've found or heard about around his hometown, wherever it was!
Regardless though; it seemed that the others were keen on letting her show them a little trick she could do, now. "No blood and gore here; though there might be if Wormy can't start watching his mouth around the kid." Polty mentioned simply - sharply side-eyeing the green Wormmon - before continuing "Anyhow... No blood or gore; though it might be pretty spooky looking at first, Ebi. It's okay if you wanna look away, and if you do I'll let you know when the spooky part is over; okay?" She'd offer the EbiBurgamon a warm and comforting smile with this; going back towards her bike once Ebi had prepared himself.
She'd hop up onto the seat of the bike - seeming to be a bit small to be properly riding the bike, like this. Maybe she preferred riding the bike with her holosuit on? Either way, once she was situated, something rather... Unsettling... would begin.
The biggest thing, was that Polty would begin to break down into a strange, amorphous blob of data; starting from the head, downwards. She was becoming a black, smoky blob that... Seemed to greatly resemble a Shademon, of all things, aside from the lack of the numerous eyes that were characteristic to such a digimon. As she broke down, though, her liquified data would begin to drip and seep into the bike; sinking in through gaps in places like the chasis, the radio, the engine... She was seeping into every part of the bike, as though she were almost becoming one with it..!
Before too long though, there would be no sign of Polty visible anymore; only the bike that she had seeped into, that continued to quietly rest on the grass, where she had left it. But...
... Then, the eyes of the face at the front of the bike would open; glowing like headlights. The engine would roar to life, but the bike remained otherwise stationary. And a familiar voice would begin to come out from the speakers in the bike...
"... Ehehehe; you can look now, Ebi. I'ma Polty Bike!" Polty - having merged with her bike - would laugh. "See; I can merge with machinery like this; and I get full control of it, when I do so...!" As though to demonstrate her control, she'd briefly rev the engine, before starting to ride in a single wide circle around the three other 'mons. "I dunno how it works, beyond my data just being really compatible with just about anything; but ain't it pretty neato?"
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Post by Dante on Nov 19, 2019 5:17:04 GMT
Apparently, the old DATS had a worse reputation than Wormmon knew about. The Worm King thought they were the good guys. "Eh? If you say so. This isn't the time and space to talk about politics. Why was I talking about SUPER DATS again? I don't remember."
Ebi is not a fan of blood and gore like Wormy. The little fella asks the Wormmon what he means by jiggling, and why is it appealing. Polty threatens Wormy to watch his mouth around the kid, though Wormmon didn't realize it was a threat.
"Watch my mouth? Why don't I lick my eyes while I am at it? Oh, you mean censor myself around Ebi. Well, uh, what I mean by jiggling is, well, you know. Refer back to what we talked about earlier. My humps, my humps, my lovely lady lumps, check it out."
Nobody knows what Wormy means, but it is provocative. Wormy decides to hold his tongue so he doesn't say something inappropriate around Ebi again. He literally sticks his tongue out and holds it down with his claw.
"Is this what they mean by cat's got your tongue?"
Polty's display is quite impressive. The feline Digimon melts down and seeps into the bike, taking control over it. Wormmon lets go of his tongue and stares wide eyed at the bike. "Holy Beyoncé! That is sorcery!" The Polty bike starts driving around the three of them. Wormy is feeling a little cautious around the mysterious Digimon. He knows that without Dante, Wormmon can not Digivolve to his most powerful forms if things get hairy.
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Post by Hisato and Bad Company on Nov 21, 2019 5:11:41 GMT
"Probably boobs." Scarab uttered in a manner that might be construed as dismissive? Actually, no. It was a legitimate guess. "Video games can be like that, but...not usually? I think?" He wondered. Eh, if he got his hands on one, perhaps he'd find out for himself, but such a thing would not occur today.
...Wormmy was weird. Definitely the weirder of the two Wormmon here. And Scarab thought that he himself was strange at times. He watched Polty's rather macabre (for the uneducated and/or weak) display as she basically possessed her motorcycle and made it come to life.
"Polt-...I got it. Like a poltergeist, right?" He stated, seeming to hit a eureka of sorts. "That's pretty neat. But...how does that feel?"
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Ebi
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Post by Ebi on Nov 21, 2019 13:45:59 GMT
“I was not taught a lot of things…” The young EbiBurgamon admitted, hanging his bun-shaped head down in shame. Indeed, he remained oblivious to all the DATS-related stuff that the other three Digimon were discussing so fervently about. “I don’t know what the old DATS was like or what the new DATS is like, but please don’t fight over it…” Adults tended to get overzealous when discussing politics, and people getting mad at each other made Ebi sad.
It was a toss up between seeing that cool thing Polty had promised to show, or letting Wormmon explain what ‘jiggling’ really meant, and it was more or less universally agreed that the former would be better for Ebi’s innocence. At the Meicoomon’s request, the burger boy covered his eyes, so that he couldn’t bear witness to the spooky part of her ‘transformation’.
Soon, he heard the revving of the bike’s engine, opening his eyes to a horrifying sight. “I knew it! The bike was a Digimon! Wait… it’s just you.” Ebi blinked as he realized that it was merely Polty possessing the bike. “I get it now. A Polty Bike! That’s so cooool!” He didn’t really care about the specifics of how it worked. He was just overjoyed at seeing something breathtaking he never had seen before, cheering excitedly.
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Post by Charles Brynlee on Nov 21, 2019 17:49:45 GMT
Polty would be unable to help a brief sigh; but would smile sympathetically, patting Ebi's head. "It's okay; you'll figure these things out with time." She'd reassure the younger 'mon, smiling warmly. "And yeah, no fighting here; though I do stand by what I say. DATS is just a touchy subject for a lot of us 'mon, especially the past DATS." It was likely that Ebi was too young to understand it; though Polty had been around long enough to have heard of the old DATS, as well as to have seen the effect they had on some individuals, even if she herself was never caught up in it.
Regardless, once Polty had possessed her bike, she'd giggle briefly at everyone's reactions; coming to a stop where she had started circling from, before allowing herself to leave the bike. The process of coming out was a reasonable bit less horrifying than the process of possessing; shadows coming up out of the gaps in the bike, before quickly reforming into the Meicoomon they knew - seated on the bike. She'd briefly mutter a sharp "Hecc!" as her leg would proceed to fall off, though; prompting her to half-fall off the bike to try and get her leg, and retach it...!
Once she was in one piece, she'd sit back against her bike, laughing briefly. "Yep! Like a Poltergeist!" She'd chirp. Technically, Polty didn't remember her real name. She forgot it long ago, in a situation that she'd much rather not recall. Polty was a nickname that she had picked up for her Poltergeist ability, though; and it had stuck, ever since. "And how it feels, mm... I dunno the best way to describe it." She'd glance upwards at the sky above, thinking it over. "I'm super aware of every part of a machine I stick myself into; I don't necessarily automatically understand the parts - albeit I've learned a lot by possessing so many different machines, over the years - but I know that they're there, if they're broken or working correctly, and so on. I feel them as though they're a part of me, but being in a machine also sort of... Feels like putting on a suit of armor, at the same time."
She'd shrug a bit, before chuckling warmly to Ebi. "Give me a bit to recuperate - going in and out of a machine takes a bit out of me - and I can even give you a ride, if you'd like!" She'd offer to the kid; smiling brightly. "Motorcycles can be a bit loud when they really get going; but they're super fun to ride, too..! Especially when you start getting fast, feeling the wind in your fur - or earfeathers, in your case - and seeing the world zip by..!"
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Post by Dante on Nov 22, 2019 3:44:12 GMT
Wormmon had no idea that DATS was a touchy subject. It was probably best to avoid polarizing topics around Ebi. This wasn't the time or place for controversy, just four 'mons hanging out in the woods. Scarab connects the dots and figures out that Polty is short for poltergeist, a word Wormy does not know. Maybe if Wormy stops talking altogether, he won't say anything else that is inappropriate.
Polty returns out of the bike, explaining their unique ability. However, Polty's leg pops off after they exit the bike. She offers the little guy a ride, an offer that Ebi would no doubt be delighted to accept. Unless riding a motorcycle would be too scary. Wormy remains silent for now, holding back all the dirty words and stupid questions that normally flow out his mouth.
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Post by Hisato and Bad Company on Nov 22, 2019 5:13:10 GMT
"So really, just don't mention it." Scarab nodded in a manner considered sagely to some. "So, let's keep the violence and the politics related to said violence to a minimum, okay?" This was phrased as politely as could be. As professionally as could be. Either way, the bike business was neat. Apparently possessing something feels like putting it on like a suit of armor, or something similar.
"Iiii don't know how putting on a suit of armor feels, sadly. Chitin usually does the trick just as well, though. What about getting out of machines, what does that feel like?" If it was -anything- like how Scarab usually digivolved, then perhaps they had something in common.
"Never rode a motorcycle, either..." He didn't seem to have much else to say.
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Ebi
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Post by Ebi on Nov 23, 2019 14:25:23 GMT
“Miss Polty, be careful!” Ebi gasped at the sight of the little Meicoomon nearly falling off her now unpossessed bike. Clearly this kind of vehicle was meant to be ridden by people with longer legs… and also opposable thumbs. The poltergeist kitty didn’t fall off herself, but one of her kitty paws did, which she quickly picked off the ground and reattached to her body. Seeing her put her own body back together so casually was a strange sight in its own right. She was definitely the strangest out of their group of misfits, but Ebi had taken a liking to her, so he didn’t mind her weirdness.
The burger kid’s dot-shaped eyes grew in size as he was offered a free ride. “Yes, yes! I’d love to ride Polty!” He exclaimed filled with joy, and no, he neither understood nor cared about how wrong that sounded with that specific wording. He then turned to his blue Wormmon friend, who said that he had never ridden a motorcycle. “It’s okay, Mister Scarab, we can ride her together!” Somebody stop this child!
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Post by Charles Brynlee on Nov 23, 2019 15:18:48 GMT
Polty glanced over to Wormmon; noting that the other was being awfully quiet. She'd raise an eyebrow a bit at first; but would shrug it off. "Well... You want a ride too, Wormy? You and Scarab both can probably fit on the bike with Ebi, if you guys hang on; insect digimon are good at clinging to surfaces, yeah?" She'd ask; glancing behind her, at her bike. It was meant for one person, technically, but... Rookies were a bit smaller than humans in most cases; and as long as she didn't go too fast, it wouldn't hurt if someone fell off. That, or they could take turns; she'd let them figure that stuff out.
Instead, she'd hop back up onto the bike; melting down into it to possess it a second time. Once inside, the bike would once more rev to life; and Polty's voice would crackle out from the radio, calling out. "Hop on and pick a direction, guys..!" Hell yeah; she was ready to vroom vroom it up...! "Y'all mentioned wanting to go for a spa, right?"
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Post by Dante on Nov 23, 2019 21:54:14 GMT
Wormy was having a tough time making friends on his own. His natural obnoxiousness was even more out of place around the young Ebi. It felt like they only way the Wormmon could prevent himself from saying something inappropriate around Ebi was to stop talking completely.
Ebi is eager to ride the Polty bike. Don't they know how dangerous it could be? Polty offers Wormy a ride as well before sinking back down into the bike. Now their voice could be heard coming from the radio.
"Yes, Polty, I would like to go for a ride. We could probably all fit on. You're right, us bugs are known for clinging on tight. Maybe we can find a map somewhere so we know what's in the area. Remember to be careful, Ebi. My Tamer won't let me have a motorcycle because he said they are dangerous."
Wormy crawls up onto the bike, clinging tightly to the seat.
"Hopefully we won't get any bugs in our eyes. Is that why so many humans wear goggles?"
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Post by Hisato and Bad Company on Nov 27, 2019 6:24:17 GMT
"Yeah, you're correct--I'm pretty good at sneaking around in this form because of that. So, we'd be heading to the spa, right...?" Scarab, thankfully, did not catch the bad phrasing that Ebi had used to suggest riding the motorcycle. "I don't doubt we can ride the bike but I'd need to figure out where to stick onto."
Similarly to Wormy, he'd crawl onto the bike and clung to the back of the seat. He looked at his green counterpart and nodded. "Yeah, going fast means you might end up having things smaller than you hit you right in the face. Feels icky. So, yeah, there's a genuine use for wearing goggles apart from denoting that you're a tamer for some reason."
Why -were- goggles a symbol amongst tamers? Scarab didn't understand that. "Hey, Ebi, can you reach the handlebars? Or hold onto anything?" He'd do his best to make room for the EbiBurgamon of honor here.
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Ebi
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Post by Ebi on Nov 27, 2019 9:09:01 GMT
Polty merged with her motorcycle again - catching the poor little EbiBurgamon by surprise - and invited the three Rookies to hop on. The seat was definitely big enough to fit all three of them, and bug-type Digimon were apparently really good at clinging to surfaces, so that was also good to know. Wormy suggested that they found a map, but who even used a map in the Digital World? Maybe those goggle-wearing Tamer people that Scarab was talking about.
After picking up all of his cooking supplies and putting them back inside his Infini-Store slash burger hat, Ebi climbed on top of the Polty Bike with some difficulty, using the steel beamy parts of it as steps for his tiny feet to find a footing. Obviously the two Wormmon had a much easier time climbing to the seat with their multiple, sticky feet. Scarab suggested that Ebi held onto something, so the kid held onto… him. “I’ll hold you, Mister Scarab. Please don’t let me fall.” He meekly asked, hugging the blue Wormmon as tightly as he could with his weak arms.
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Post by Charles Brynlee on Nov 27, 2019 9:30:38 GMT
"I figure that we can start at Rosewood, and look around from there!" Polty chirped in response to Wormy's musings, from the speakers. "If there's a spa around here, someone there probably knows where; and I know the way back to Rosewood, so we should be good..!" And if there wasn't a spa around here in Rosewood? Well... She supposed that it'd be a good place for the three to be dropped off, at least; it was a chill town, with a Trailmon, so it was unlikely that they'd have any trouble going their own ways.
In any case, though... She'd giggle briefly at everyone's concerns, though; mentioning "Don't worry about danger or bugs, guys. I won't go too fast; so as long as y'all hang on, you'll be good..!" As she figured before; as long as she didn't go too fast, it'd likely be alright, and they wouldn't get hurt - even if they did fall off. She'd wait until everyone was situated, though, before asking "Everyone good to go? Make sure you're hanging on, guys..!" as she began to rev her engine; preparing to start rolling.
Once she got the a-okay, the revving would increase, until she was off - rolling thru the woods at a respectable pace! "Ready, set... And here we gooo~!" It certainly wasn't the fastest that a motorcycle would go - it was likely that the more astute ones of the three would be able to notice that she was limiting her vroom-vrooms, for their sake. Still, the scenery passing by was likely quite the sight for anyone who hasn't ridden a motorcycle before. "How're you liking this, Ebi? You guys hanging on okay?"
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Post by Dante on Nov 27, 2019 10:19:59 GMT
So there was a practical reason for wearing goggles, besides making a fashion statement. Wormy tilts his head to the side and scratches his chin while he ponders getting some goggles. "Hmm. Maybe I should get a pair of goggles some time. What I hate is that I can never find shirts in my size. You probably know all about it, right, Scarab?" Truth be told, there were not a lot of eight armed shirts out there. How is Wormmon going to go on a shopping spree when nothing fits?
Wormmon and Wormmon had little trouble sticking onto the Polty Bike, but Ebi is another story. The little fella puts away his cooking accessories and climbs up onto the bike. Fortunately, Ebi could hold onto Scarab. It still felt weird to Wormy having a child Digimon around. The bunhead couldn't climb up trees like a Wormmon, and they couldn't swap out body parts or possess technology like Polty. Wormy felt a strange emotion around the little guy. He wanted to look out for the vertically challenged chef. "Don't worry, Ebi. Scarab will make sure you don't fall."
Once the three were ready, the Polty bike sets off towards Rosewood. Polty mentions that someone might know where a spa around here is. Even if there wasn't, there are probably lots of cool places to go in Rosewood. Polty keeps the bike at a steady pace, but it is still fun riding. The area looks a lot prettier rolling down the path. "I'm holding on fine, thanks. This is so cool! Now we need some tunes. Hey Polty, do you do karaoke? Ohh-oo-oh oh-OOOOOH hoh ohoooo, oh-oh-oh bought a new pair of pants!"
Wormy rarely goes anywhere without Dante these days. It was exciting to be out and about, making new friends, and seeing the Digital World without being in a dangerous battle. Wormy sits up more as the wind passes by, ruffling his antennae. "Where is a selfie stick when you need one, homie? Hashtag ghost cycle, hashtag road trip."
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Post by Hisato and Bad Company on Nov 28, 2019 2:24:22 GMT
"I...ah...I actually don't." Scarab admitted. He never tried finding shirts or goggles, usually Stingmon's vision never got impaired by bugs hitting his face...He was pulled out of this train of thought by Ebi telling him not to let him fall. Ordinarily, he wouldn't pay much heed to this, but...It was Ebi.
How could a single EbiBurgamon be so precious?
This wasn't anything that Scarab found odd, it was like riding a trailmon but smaller. "...This is neat. Could get used to this..." The Wormmon muttered. He didn't have much to say, in all honesty, considering he was more focused on making sure Ebi didn't fall off or anything. "How far do you think the spa is?" He asked aloud in an effort to make conversation.
...God, this was awkward.
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