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“Nuuuu… It’s too high!” A small, adorable pink Digimon whined, as it tried its hardest to reach a shiny Meat Apple hanging from the branch of too tall a tree for it to ever reach. The little Burgamon species stood on its tiptoes and stretched its tiny arms, but to no avail. Finally, it slumped down on the grass, clutching its burger-shaped hat, while tears welled up in its beady eyes. “I can’t do it… It’s impossible.”
At that moment, the words of EbiBurgamon’s beloved mentor Cookmon came to mind…
“I can’t do it! I’ll never become a cook! It’s impossible! Waaaaah!” “A cook never cries! There are no impossibilities! Believe that you can do it, and you will!” “I… I will, Master Cookmon! I’ll believe in myself!” “Now chop those onions like you mean it, kid!”
Snapping out of his vivid flashback, EbiBurgamon huffed, and gave the tree a serious, intense stare. “I can do it! I’m a cook! I’ll climb the tallest trees to get my ingredients!” His heart was filled with undeniable determination! He hugged the tree and started crawling upwards… only to slip halfway through and fall off, his soft body bouncing off the ground a couple of times before landing. When he sat up, his lower lip was trembling and he was on the verge of tears again. “Please grow shorter, Mister Tree…”
Post by Hisato and Scarab on Oct 24, 2019 21:08:28 GMT
Scarab never was the fondest of lingering in the cities around the world for very long. There was always a lot of noise, and that tended to distract him from work. Right now, however, the blue and yellow Wormmon was actually -not- working. He was simply wandering around to try finding some ingredients to try bettering his cooking with. Granted, the form of Wormmon meant that doing that would take a bit.
...Which wasn't bad. Meant he had more time to glance around. The larva quickly took note of a pink, borger-like creature trying to scale a tree, and made his way over to the poor thing. Giving Ebi a nudge, he'd inquire simply, "Everything okay?" It was weird for something this small to be out here alone...
Perhaps the palette-swapped Wormmon really thought it was giving no more than a gentle nudge, but being poking someone from behind with a pointy claw of an arm was not exactly the most subtle way to introduce oneself. The poor EbiBurgamon immediately jumped up in surprise. “Eeeek! Who’s there! Please don’t eat me!” The little shrimp burger cried, covering his eyes with both hands and shaking like a leaf.
However, after several seconds passed without feeling the pain of being eaten alive, he opened his eyes to finally realize that his presumed attacker was actually a Rookie who appeared to have harmless intentions. Granted, insectoid Digimon could be pretty terrifying, but this one was at least the same size as him, give or take. “Oh… H-hi! I’m trying to reach this Meat Apple up there. I really need it for my latest recipe. But the tree is too big, and I’m too small…” EbiBurgamon explained, pouting in sadness.
Post by Hisato and Scarab on Oct 24, 2019 21:44:09 GMT
Scarab blinked. Eat him? "I know you look like a burger, and believe me, I could totally go for one right now, but I don't eat people." The terrified reaction of the EbiBurgamon didn't seem to faze the Wormmon, though he did look down at his pointy limb. Hm. I see. The Wormmon thought.
It was only when Ebi had pointed the apple out that Scarab noticed how...shiny it was. "It...-is- pretty high up." The Wormmon noted. "Eventually, apples fall from trees, but you need that now, don't you?" Did he want to ask for payment? ...Nah, not really. He didn't think the Burgamon had any bits on him. Plus he was feeling kind of nice today. Kind of. "I think I can climb up..."
“Eating others is mean…” EbiBurgamon continued to pout, his lower lip shaking, while his beady eyes somehow grew bigger and more watery. “Burgamon don’t taste like burgers. Some mean Digimon have spread the rumor that we do, but we really don’t. So, stop thinking about whether I would taste like a burger if you ate me, okay…?” The burgeroid added in a very pleading tone, even though the blue Wormmon had already made it perfectly clear that he had no interest in eating him.
Only when the blue bug mentioned that he could climb up the tree, did Ebi’s frown turn into a bright, happy smile. “You’ll… You’ll do that for me? Thank you, thank you!” The little pink ball exclaimed, his fear and nervousness quickly being replaced by gratitude and abundant joy. “I… I’ll tell you what, Mister Bug. If you help me find all the ingredients, I’ll make you an actual burger that you can eat.”
You scratch my back, I scratch yours. A common practice in the Digital World when the law of the jungle did not suffice.
Post by Charles Brynlee on Oct 24, 2019 22:11:54 GMT
The nice thing about being a Meicoomon, is that one's claws were handy for climbing up - and that one's feline reflexes were equally handy for getting down! Some time before the little EbiBurgamon and Scarab had both arrived at the tree, Polty had put those aforementioned claws to use in scaling up towards a branch; high up in the boughs, obscured by the canopy. Being up so high, the only digimon that could potentially bother her catnap would be a winged digimon, like a bird digimon...
... Or a pair of chatty digimon, down at the foot of it..!
Yawning widely, Polty would stir from her nap to the sound of chatter from down below; stretching her limbs out as a cat would... At least, until her leg would proceed to come loose..! "Heck!" she'd sleepily mutter to herself; catching the limb with one of her feelers before it could fall down out of reach, and re-attaching it. Whereas someone might find losing their limbs rather troubling, Polty instead found it to just be a bit of an inconvenience; especially given the typical unpredictability of it all.
Regardless though, once she was able to wake up proper - thankfully without any proper limb mishaps - she'd begin moving amongst the branches, rustling the leaves in the process. She would come into visibility once she reached one of the lower branches - coincidentally, a branch near the Meat Apple that the EbiBurgamon had been eyeballing! "Mmm~ I thought I'd be able to get a nice nap in..." She'd murmur to herself, under her breath, before finishing with a soft snicker "... but I guess God has punished me for my hubris, and my work is never finished."
Yes, this Meicoomon was memeing - though she didn't look too disgruntled by being woken up, despite the murmured words. Instead, she'd briefly rub at her eyes with her right hand - an Impmon hand, with black smoke seeping out from where the arm met her shoulder, bizarrely enough - and smile down to the EbiBurgamon and Wormmon, chirping "What's going on down here, hm~?" to the duo. Behind her, her fluffy tail could be seen visibly swaying - both in a content fashion, as well as to keep her balance from her perch on the branch.
Post by Hisato and Scarab on Oct 24, 2019 23:12:48 GMT
"Yeah, I get that, but it's more than that for me--Don't wanna taint myself with anything weird. I mean, who -knows- where other people's data has been?" Scarab made a rather comical-sounding blech noise. "I wasn't thinking about eating you, though. ...And I didn't think you tasted like a burger in the first place. Just that you looked like one."
Scarab then nodded a few times. "Yeah, I think I can do it. Just a matter of climbing up high enough to shoot a string up at it before trying to tug it down." It -sounded- complex, but Scarab didn't think too much of the complexities of this master plan of his. Of course, before he could get going to get the meat apple (for the sake of burger), a Meicoomon made her presence known from atop.
Hold up. Wait. A Meicoomon? He had only really seen those in posters--and even then they were rather vague about what they were, simply that meeting one was a sign of bad luck. Of course, Scarab didn't really believe in that stuff--it sounded stupid. "Uhh...Trying to get a meat apple so this EbiBurgamon can make a burger, 'sup with you?"
...Scarab did not want to be the first to bring attention to that arm, either.
The Wormmon attempted to lighten the mood with his joke about where people’s data had been, but the EbiBurgamon seemed to take that the wrong way. “Hey, my data hasn’t been anywhere bad! That’s a mean thing to say… I take good care of my data hygiene, and I always wash my hands twice.” The little burgeroid claimed with a childish pout, holding his tiny hands up just to prove his point. Indeed, his hands were so clean, they were practically shining!
It was then that a chirpy, feminine voice sounded from atop the tree, causing Ebi to cry in shock and immediately look up to see a strange, feline Digimon perched up on a tree branch. “Ah! H-hello… Mister Bug is right. W-we’re trying to get that Meat Apple up there.” The Burgamon species nervously said. He also was too young to know of the terrible controversy surrounding the Meicoomon family. Come to think of it, hadn’t Master Cookmon warned him about something of that sort? Flashback time again!
“Kid, I’ll only say this once. If you ever see a cat with boobs, RUN!”
Ebi stared curiously at the Meicoomon, while trying to figure out exactly what the words of his wise mentor meant. “Uhm… Miss Cat? Do you have boobs?” He innocently asked, clearly unaware of how inappropriate his question was.
Post by Charles Brynlee on Oct 25, 2019 22:45:59 GMT
Get a Meat Apple, hm? Polty would straighten up on the branch that she was perched on, to peer over to the fruit in question; before nodding briefly - mostly to herself - in understanding. Meat Apples were pretty good, even if they needed a little roasting first, in her opinion. Though, that wasn't too hard for Polty, given that her Impmon arm meant that she could produce the dark fire signature to its original owner! But a burger sounded delicious, too; especially now that she'd woken up from her catnap... Hmmmm~
Glancing back down to the duo, Polty would open to her mouth to suggest something, before Ebi would ask his innocent - but certainly inappropriate - question. Polty would blink a bit in surprise, before laughing brightly; grinning quite toothily at the EbiBurgamon in response. "No, I don't have boobs, at least not like this - though my holosuit does! Just lots of fluffy fur, otherwise...~" She'd pause briefly to fluff at the mane around her neck and swish her fluffy tail, as though to prove her point, before continuing with a brief snort "... Though that isn't exactly a question you should be asking ladies or 'mons, anyways..! Someone might get offended, if you ask every kitty-digi you meet on the street if they have boobs, after all!"
"Anyhow...~" Her point made, Polty would begin to stretch her limbs a second time; eyeballing the Meat Apple that was still hanging right there, tantalizingly, as she did. "Hmm... If you could make me a burger, too, I'd be more than happy to help get ingredients- I could probably even get you a whole bunch of Meat Apples, from this tree..!" That sounded like a pretty fair proposition to her; the two of them help this little EbiBurgamon get some ingredients, and then they get food in return! "If not, I could still get this Meat Apple down for you while I'm up here, if you'd like."
The hunt for a good meal is on! Wormmon is out and about looking for a good meal. The self proclaimed Worm King is searching for a cure to his insatiable hunger. He overhears some Digimon talking nearby. Food, burger, boobs, yes, Wormmon needed to investigate. "Ah, this sounds like my kind of thing. To the food!"
To his surprise, he comes across something resembling a delicious burger, and, another Wormmon?! Wormy can't believe it. Then he hears a Meicoomon up in a tree. It appears that they are trying to procure a meat apple. Wormmon scurries over to the others, panting for air after some light cardio.
"Hey there! Making some burgers? Look at that big one right there!" Wormmon foams at the mouth. He gazes sinfully at EbiBurgamon's head. Luckily, before he tries to munch the apparently not tasty Digimon, he realizes that this isn't a burger at all. "What the? Sorry there, playa. Who has a bun on their head? That sounds like asking for trouble."
Wormmon turns his attention to Scarab. "Another Wormmon? Cool! How did you get those colors? Is this some kind of limited edition thing?" Wormmon's belly starts to rumble. He better not try munching Ebiburgamon again.
"So, whad'ya say? Can I help you out, in exchange for a burger? Oh, and my name's Wormmon, but I guess you already know that. Boy, this is confusing. You can call me the Worm King! I guess that makes you the Burger King, eh sesame seed head? Hee hee!"
How many Digimon does it take to pick an apple? Both Wormmon can climb up to get it, and Polty can fly. If there's not enough for Wormmon, maybe he can find some takeout. These unfamiliar Digimon intrigued Wormy. A flying kitty, a burger Digimon, and a different colored Wormmon? This is the last time Wormmon stays up for three days killing sims.
Post by Hisato and Scarab on Oct 26, 2019 13:41:34 GMT
All things consiered, the EbiBurgamon was a good kid. The Wormmon genuinely found it difficult not to crack a proverbial smile at Ebi's antics. Of course, this precocious nature did not prepare Scarab for the lil guy actually asking the Meicoomon up there if she had, well...Boobs.
No, really, Scarab couldn't help but actually snicker at this. He was a very mature individual, clearly. "Chests aside, I could still grab that specific one from here--if you know where some other meat apples are, that'd be greeeat, kitty. ...Oh, wow, I don't think I know either of you's names." The Wormmon noted.
Of course, another Wormmon happened upon the three, a normal-looking one. Scarab glanced towards Wormmon and tilted his head. "Colors? ...I was just born like this--carries over to other forms too. And leave the kid alone--he's not actually a burger." Though he felt like Ebi'd correct Wormmon too just in case.
Nonetheless, the azure worm points his behind towards the meat apple up there, prepared to fire a silk shot to bring it down if allowed.
“Holo...suit?” The pink Burgamon variant clearly hadn’t heard of that term before, tilting his big, round head in confusion. “Wait, so you DO have boobs! Nuuuu…” The little shrimp burger squirmed, hiding behind Scarab for protection. Whether it was in her current form or in that ‘Holo-suit’ thing, this cat did have boobs, therefore she was dangerous according to his mentor’s words.
“Huh? Why is this funny? Why is it bad to ask ladies if they have boobs? Actually… what are boobs? Master Cookmon never told me.” He asked, still confused as to why the blue Wormmon was laughing so hard.
It was then that a second, properly-colored Wormmon showed up, eyeing Ebi’s burger-shaped hat with hungry eyes. “I’m… I’m neither a king, nor a burger. I’m EbiBurgamon… call me Ebi for short.” The burgeroid meekly replied, still cowering behind the blue Wormmon, who stood up for him.
Things were getting a bit too crowded for his liking. Ebi didn’t feel too comfortable around strangers, especially when they all demanded burgers in exchange for their ‘services’. Poor kid was being bullied in the name of quality junk food.
Post by Charles Brynlee on Oct 26, 2019 16:45:48 GMT
The kid didn't know about holosuits? Polty would blink briefly at this - seeming to be watching with a hint of amusement at this whole misunderstanding, as she pondered what to say next. Eventually, she'd simply giggle; swinging her legs back and forth, from her perch on the branch. "A holosuit is a disguise, dear. It's typically used to make us look like humans, even though we're not really humans!" She'd clarify; reaching up to a collar hidden just underneath all the fluff of her fur to turn it on. As she stated before, her holosuit would briefly shimmer over her form before solidifying; leaving her in the shape of a human, a woman with brown hair and sea green eyes. "Any kitty could get a holosuit with boobs, though. You could get one, too, if you really wanted!"
"As for why it's bad to ask ladies about it, though... It's primarily a human thing," Polty started, idly leaning backwards so that she could hang upside-down from the branch - hanging onto it by the crook of her legs. "Boy humans and girl humans are built differently - and you don't ask either boys nor girls about the parts that are unique to them, cause it's rude and invasive! For girls, one of their unique parts are boobs." She'd explain simply; humming to herself as she continued to hang from the branch. "Digimon don't really worry about it as much, since we don't regard gender the same way; and you could be an Angemon that becomes an Angewomon, regardless of if you regard yourself as male, female, or neither! But that same Angemon-turned-Angewomon would probably still find it rude to be asked about his boobs, since it's still kinda invasive, and a weird question to ask a digimon."
Talk about an impromptu ramble; though Polty did enjoy about talking about the differences between human and digital cultures. Humans behaved so differently from digimon, in many different ways, after all; and yet they also behaved the same in other ways!
Then, would come the second Wormmon. Polty would swing herself back upright on her branch, turning off her holosuit; going back to that of an ordinary Meicoomon once she was situated as she watched the green worm interact with the other two; though he didn't seem to really address her, beyond introducing himself to the three of them. Polty would chuckle a bit, scratching her cheek as she introduced herself. "My name's Polty! It's nice to meet you all," She'd chirp; smiling warmly...
... Though, she could also notice that little Ebi was growing uncomfortable. Polty would be quiet for a moment; before scratching the back of her head. "... Hey, forget making me a burger, Ebi; let us just help you out. You seem to be getting a little overwhelmed, anyways." She'd offer; already making her way to other branches, to collect a few extra Meat Apples, aside from the one that Scarab and Ebi had been eyeballing. Scarab seemed to have that one handled, so she'd leave that one to him. Despite the Wormmon's perceptions of her, it didn't seem that she could fly; obeying gravity just like any other digimon. However, she certainly had the acrobatics and agility that was the pride of any feline; jumping between the branches without a worry in the world!
Wormmon's perception of Ebi being a giant burger were wrong indeed. The other Wormmon came to the little guy's defense. The Worm King had only just shown up, and he was already picking on EbiBurgamon. Who knows what Wormmon is going to do without his Tamer to keep him in check.
"Okay, Ebi, was it? Sorry there, pal. I'm just playing."
Wormmon crouches down and raises his stinger up, shaking it back and forth like an excited dog. Scarab explains that his uncommon color palate is just the way he is. Surely, there had to be some kind of bizarre reason in Wormy's head.
"Hmm, maybe you had too much soda in the room."
He clearly meant womb, not room, but that still wouldn't be correct. Wormmon looks up as Polty shows the others their holosuit, even displaying some impressive acrobatics by hanging upside down. The feline goes on to explain how gender is a factor with Digimon. Wormmon nods his head in agreement.
"You are right, playa. Some Digimon look like chicks or dudes, and sometimes the same Digimon can look like either one depending on the form. My holosuit has boobs too. The cute kitty is right, humans have weird hang ups about gender. Who doesn't like boobs?"
There was still the matter of the meat apple. Once they get the apple down, maybe they will make Wormmon a burger.
"Do you see any bacon apples around? Or an 11-7 or something?"
Post by Hisato and Scarab on Oct 28, 2019 4:23:26 GMT
It was getting increasingly difficult to maintain composure in this atmosphere where the most innocent EbiBurgamon in the world was wondering out loud what -boobs- were. Boobs. Seriously. In this day and age! Nobody could blame Scarab for snickering a few times, right? "I do need to get me one of those someday." The Wormmon muttered to himself, regarding holosuits. "But yes, what she said. Don't ask people about that, it's rude."
Plus it'd be sad to see someone get mad at Ebi for that. Scarab glanced at the other, decidedly greener Wormmon with a look that simply asked if something was up with Wormmon's head. "Too...much soda? What?" It was clear he didn't get it. "That aside, not really. I mean, the one up there might be bacon-flavored? We won't know unless we actually grab it, though."
...If burgers weren't at stake, then maybe Scarab should've just asked for some money. Nonetheless, the azure larva noted how Ebi had been hiding behind him once before, and opted to keep close to the EbiBurgamon. Maybe that'd calm him down a little? ...Scarab wasn't sure. He never was.