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Post by Hisato and Scarab on Nov 3, 2019 6:24:52 GMT
"Cookouts are nearly nonexistent where I'm from. I don't even go to restaurants that often or anything, so I don't really see much cooking. Usually just gather fruit and stuff on my lonesome." Scarab nodded. "...He looks like he's absolutely focused. Something I envy, in honesty." The Wormmon mused, relaxing a bit as the smell of foods began to fill the air.
They should try passing the time, yeah. "Mmmm...I don't have a D-Terminal. And I can shoot my thread out about...forty feet. It's tough to go that far, though. Hm. Hey, Polty? I don't intend to be too invasive, but...How come your arm is like an Impmon's?" It was the first proper question he had asked, and it may have been entirely bad.
...He was hoping it wasn't. "You don't need to answer if you don't want to." He quickly added.
Ebi was too focused on his cooking to really participate in the discussion, but he did hear bits and pieces of it, such as when the self-proclaimed Worm King asked if he had any cheese, to which the little Rookie nodded. “Yeah, I have cheese.” At this point, the patties had been cooked from both sides - getting that nice, brown color and saliva-inducing scent - so he placed the still hot frying pan on top of a flat rock.
The aquatic Burgamon variant took off his burger-shaped hat again, pulling out a few frozen slices of cheese and a plastic bag filled with buns. Did his hat also have a cooling mechanism? How did it preserve all those food ingredients? Ebi wiped some of the sweat he’d gotten from working so close to a fire. It should be noted that a sweaty EbiBurgamon smelled like seafood, but our readers could probably live without knowing that disturbing detail.
“We still need to wait for them to get cold, so don’t eat them yet. Your mouth will hurt.” The young cook warned his very hungry customers, as he placed a slice of cheese on top of each of the still sizzling hot patties. The cheese slowly melted, filling the air with even more alluring scents. With nothing else to do but wait for a few minutes, the kid turned his attention back to the Meicoomon. “Impmon arm… What’s that?” He naively asked.
Post by Charles Brynlee on Nov 3, 2019 20:45:56 GMT
"I've never been to any official cookouts or whatever, but I cook out in the open plenty, while I move from place to place." Polty responded to Wormmon's question, leaning back against the tree a bit as she continued to watch Ebi's work. "My cooking's nowhere near as good as how Ebi's cooking is smelling right now, though, if you ask me..." It was usually her just cooking whatever she could scrounge up over a cooking fire on a spit or something, so seeing Ebi having a whole set of cooking supplies was interesting.
At the questions of ways to pass the time, though... Polty tilted her head a little, thinking hard. "... Honestly, I dunno how I'd feel about either 'mon," She'd admit to Wormmon at the question of Angewomon or Rosemon, shrugging a bit. Things like attraction weren't really something she considered often, let alone experienced, but... "... I suppose that both Angewomon and Rosemon are pretty, in their own different ways?" Polty would shrug once more. It was hard to say, really!
Something she could give a more definite answer about, though, was her impmon arm. At being questioned about it by Scarab and Ebi, Polty would glance down to the arm, the inky smoke leaking from where the arm met her shoulder, and then the others; visibly thinking about where she'd start. "It's... A bit of a long story, honestly; but I'll keep it short. And to explain Ebi... This arm ain't the arm Meicoomons like me usually have. Usually, we have two kitty arms, not a kitty arm and an impy arm!" She'd wave her arms as she referred to them, to help convey the point.
"And as for how my right arm got replaced with an Impmon arm, well... I got into a fight with an Impmon. Nasty little bugger, honestly; he was how I lost my original right arm in the first place. Fell right off mid-fight, and it got set on fire and burnt right up!" She'd pop her Impmon arm with this, waving it around a second before putting it back on. "The fight got pretty nasty from there, though I'll keep the details on the downlow for the kiddo's sake. Basically, to summarize it, I ended up egging him; and I took his arm to replace mine. Fair's fair, right? My data's pretty compatible with a lot of things, so I took right to using this arm like it's my own."
Scarab and Polty hadn't been to many things resembling a cookout. Most areas of the Digital World were dog eat dog, not dog gives you food. Scarab tells Wormy that his thread can shoot out up to 40 feet. Wormmon refuses to believe him. "I don't know, 40 feet? That sounds a little too far. I'll have to see you in action before I believe that."
Wormmon knew he could shoot his thread far, but didn't know if he could match that. He didn't even know exactly how far that was. Scarab asks Polty about her Impmon arm. The feline explains how she lost her arm in a fight with an Impmon, so she took their arm. She also answered Wormy's question about which 'mon was hotter. Wormmon's face becomes frazzled at the bipartisan answer.
"Of course they are both pretty, but which one is super extra delicious? Ah, nevermind. So you can swap other Digimon body parts onto you? Say, what happens if you switch out everything? Are you still the same Digimon?"
The group would not have to endure Wormmon's badgering for much longer. Ebi lets the others know that the burgers are done, and warns them that they still need to cool down. "Ooh, you do have cheese! I've gotta get me my own chef. You looking for work? I can pay you in cardboard." Wormmon ignores Ebi's warning. The worm scoots up next to one of the cheese-covered patties and pokes it. He decides it is close enough, and takes a bite, but he burns his mouth.
"AHH! HOT HOT HOT!!!" Wormmon scurries around, licking his mouth. He frantically looks around for a cold beverage. "Does anybody have a bottle of orange juice, or something?" That will learn him. Well, it probably won't.
Post by Hisato and Scarab on Nov 6, 2019 7:46:03 GMT
"Yeah, 40 feet if I can put all of my focus into it."
Oh, yeah. Both of those were Digimon. Scarab opted to not answer that question, as he hadn't met either of those DIgimon yet. Nor did he...have any inclinations towards being able to discern their attractiveness. Seriously, he was a bug. While Ebi had been serving the burgers (and believe me, this bug could be patient), Scarab had listened to the tale that Polty had laid out.
...It was a pretty interesting story, and when you could very much pop your limbs off, the Impmon arm did make for a rather lurid sort of trophy. "Huh. Uhhh...Sorry for the loss of your arm, then. Still thought it was worth asking about, though." The blue Wormmon then looked at the Worm King burning himself, and sighed.
"I ain't got orange juice, but I think you'll survive. Unless the Worm King's gonna kowtow to a single piece of beef?"
“Who’s Angewomon and Rosemon? Are they really, really pretty? I wanna see what they look like! Do they have boobs?” Ebi, you precious, precious soul! He couldn’t help wondering if those Digimon that had such exotic-sounding names were really as ‘super extra delicious’ as the green Wormmon hyped them up to be. “I like pretty Digimon. I don’t like big and ugly Digimon, because they usually try to eat me. I think Miss Polty is very pretty. Mister Scarab and Mister Wormy are also pretty.” Ebi, no, you’re sending mixed messages!
Uncomfortable questions aside, the young cook wasn’t too shock by Polty’s story or by her little demonstration that involved popping her own arm off. After seeing a Meicoomon’s head roll off the rest of her body, nothing could phase him anymore. Well, almost nothing…
Wormy dashing towards the still sizzling hot patties did elicit a surprised cry out of the EbiBurgamon. “W-wait, no, don’t touch them!” He tried to grab onto the green bug’s tail, but it was too late. As the group now had to deal with a self-proclaimed Worm King’s agonized screams, the young burgeroid hanged his head down in shame. “I’m sorry, everyone… I couldn’t stop him…” He apologized on the verge of tears.
Post by Charles Brynlee on Nov 7, 2019 21:18:43 GMT
Polty would hum briefly, at Wormy's questioning; glancing down at herself. "I mean, I think that my torso has to stay the same; that's where my Core is, after all." She'd muse; idly fluffing at the fur on her chest. "But if my Core stays the same even after replacing everything, then I'd still be me - despite it all - I'd say." The core was essentially the 'soul' or 'heart', after all - the same things that humans tended to regard as the source of their own identities. As long as it never changed, Polty was still Polty, then!
At Scarab's apology over the arm, though, Polty would wave her hand in a dismissive and casual fashion. "Ahhh, it's fine; I got over it a long time ago!" She'd laugh; perhaps a bit too casual, over limb loss - even if it was her own. "And hey, I got a replacement anyways, so it's not like I'm all that's left, ay?"
Being called 'pretty' by Ebi, though, would make Polty blink briefly; before smiling brightly, visibly endeared. "Awww, you're such a precious fella!" She'd coo; getting up and coming over to Ebi, to pat him on the head. "Such a sweet young man, and you're a good cook, to boot! The food all smells so good~!" Though she wouldn't mention it - given that it was likely to fly over Ebi's head, - she was confident that Ebi would be able to win someone's heart with his endearing personality, and home-skills like that!
Speaking of food... Wormy wasn't too cautious on waiting for everything to cool; and as a result, would proceed to burn his mouth! The only thing that kept Polty from having a snickerfest over it, would be Ebi's distress; prompting Polty to reach over and pat his head once more, in reassurance this time. "Don't worry too hard about it, Ebi; a little bit of worry for others is healthy, but sometimes there's only so much you can do to stop people from making dumb decisions." She'd state frankly; putting together her own burger as she did. However, unlike Wormy - who dug right in - Polty would simply sit back, and wait for her burger to cool.
In the meantime, she would glance up to Ebi; asking something that she had been wondering for awhile now. "Where'd you learn to cook, by the way? You seemed as though you know an awful lot about what you were doing, when we were watching you cook."
Scarab confirmed that he could shoot his thread 40 feet. Wormy's ego wouldn't let him believe anyone could shoot further than him, but it would remain unknown for now who could shoot further. Polty answers Wormmon's question about swapping out all possible body parts. "So your core has to remain. That makes sense."
Ebi asks who Angewomon and Rosemon are, inquiring if they have boobs. "Do they?! Oh yes, hee hee hee! And they know it. I wanna see them too." Ebi mentions they don't like big and ugly Digimon, but he thinks the other Digimon there are pretty. Wormmon's eyes get big and shiny. "See? Ebi thinks I am pretty. I am a sexy beast!"
He did not say that to anyone in particular, as no one said he wasn't pretty. Wormmon stops himself from perving out over the lady Digimon. He has food on the mind. When the burgers were done cooking, Wormmon did not heed Ebi's warnings. Polty comforts the cook as he worries about the anxious worm. Scarab does not have orange juice, but he uses Wormy's ego against him. After a while, Wormmon's mouth cools down.
"What's that? Of course, no piece of beef can take down the world class and grand Worm King! It just stings like heck! Oww, oww, oww!"
Post by Hisato and Scarab on Nov 9, 2019 3:49:59 GMT
"But why does it have to be boobs...?" Scarab mused aloud. Why couldn't it be literally anything more practical, like thighs or something? Scarab did find himself taken aback at the notion of being...'pretty.' Was he truly pretty? He preferred being referred to as menacing, but that was in forms further up the evolutionary chain...
"...You're a good kid, Ebi." Somehow, there was a lot of sincerity in that, especially for Scarab. He turned his attention back to Wormmon. "If that's the case, then take that burning like a man." He nodded, quite simply, before he looked to Ebi. "Don't worry too hard, I think he'll learn from this somehow. Maybe?"
Perhaps he was wondering too much if Wormmon could even learn. "How long do they take to cool off?"
Ebi squirmed happily in response to the head patting. Polty’s paws were so fuzzy and soft. The fact that her head could roll off in a moment’s notice was still scary, as was the fact that she apparently cut off the body parts of other Digimon and glued them on her own. But, she was so nice to him, so he didn’t mind. And she was also very pretty. When she complimented his culinary skills, the EbiBurgamon blushed and drew his head back. “N-n-no, I’m not that good a cook… I still have lots to learn, so stop giving me praise I don’t deserve, okay?” He nervously retorted, clutching his burger-shaped hat tightly.
Speaking of burgers, theirs were almost done. All that was left to do was put the now cooler patties in-between buns, and they were ready to be devoured. As the rest of the group reassured Ebi that it wasn’t his fault that Wormy had burned himself like an idiot, the youngest Rookie felt a bit more at ease. “O-okay, well… Please don’t make dumb decisions again, Mister Wormy.” He pleaded, before blinking at Polty’s question.
It was a valid question, which he had no trouble answering. “Master Cookmon taught me. He found me when I was just a TorikaraBallmon, and he gave me food and a place to live. Master Cookmon got mad when his cooks failed and yelled a lot, but he was a good teacher…” He explained. No matter how harsh Master Cookmon’s training could be sometimes, he was still like a father to him. Aww shoot, now Ebi was tearing up, wasn’t he?
Post by Charles Brynlee on Nov 9, 2019 19:56:36 GMT
Polty wasn't sure what to make of Scarab's and Wormy's discussions of... Boobs... But she wasn't one to really pay it much mind, honestly. Instead, she'd simply make a pleased and endeared chuckle at Ebi's reaction to her head pats, as well as his attempts to be humble; smiling warmly to the younger Rookie. "Good food is good food, I'd say; and you certainly seemed to know what you were doing." She'd point out; though would otherwise not press the subject too hard - instead giving Ebi one last pat for the time being.
Instead, she'd simply chuckle to Ebi's and Scarab's responses to Wormy's little mishap with not waiting for the food to cool; smiling with a teasing hue in the aforementioned green Wormmon's direction, though otherwise not saying anything to it. Instead, she'd ask "What's with your obsession with digimons' chests, anyways?" She was starting to believe that she just didn't see attraction in the same way that Wormy did; cause she just... Didn't exactly see the appeal, in digimon like Rosemon or Angewomon beyond the potential of them being nicer sorts.
Listening to Ebi talk about his background, though, was nice; even if it seemed that Ebi was getting a bit emotional. She'd reach over to gently pat his shoulder in a soothing, comforting gesture; mentioning "It seems like you have a bit of a bond with him, don't you?" in a warm tone. Bonds such as family were a little bit unfamiliar to her; certainly, she had friends here and there - but she tended to travel on her own. Yet, in a way, could she consider friends family, as well..? Hm...
Meanwhile, she'd glance down to her burger - briefly carefully feeling it, to make sure that it had cooled down enough. Finding that it was safe to eat now, Polty would take her first bite out of it; her tailtip swishing contentedly as she tasted the burger. Delicious! "Eheheh; I can certainly see that he's done a wonderful job of teaching you, too; this is some good food!"
The self proclaimed Worm King is in a bind. He feels embarrassed and his ego takes a hit. Wormy thinks for a moment as a little Wormmon and Lilithmon argue inside his head.
"This is bad. Dante told me I had to play nice with other Digimon, or he isn't going to let me go out on my own anymore. These 'mons are teasing me!" Lilithmon reaches down and smacks Wormmon in the face.
"We can't take this insolence from them! Don't they know the kind of power and destruction we are capable of?" "I don't like it when people are mean to me. It gives me this pain inside. I feel bad." "That is called emotions." "Boys don't have those." "Don't be so foolish. And stop talking about boobs all the time!" "What? Breasts are great. I didn't say anything bad about them."
"You can't go around blabbing about how much you like them, especially in front of a lady." "You're no lady." "I meant Polty." "What? Polty's not a lady. That's a kitty." "You are impossible. Why are you even trying to make friends when you could be gathering lackeys and conquering territories?"
"Not everyone is as selfish as you. Dante taught me the value of friendship." "That is so cheeseball I am going to be sick." "Where are the cheeseballs?" "Just focus, already."
Wormy stops arguing with himself. "Ya, you're right. I could be more careful next time, haha. Why boobs? They are just great. Still, I make sure to act respectful to chicks. I don't wanna be one of those Digimon that goes around creeping on babes."
Other than using offensive slang, Wormy was trying to be respectful. He just didn't know better, or somehow keeps forgetting to not call women chicks. Ebi mentions how Master Cookmon found him when he was young and took him in. Ebi says Master Cookmon would get mad at the cooks and yell.
"Jeez. Sounds like you had to go through the ringer to make it in that kitchen." Wormy takes the top bun off his burger and blows on the patty to cool it off faster. "Ya, the burger is about done now. It smells great!"
Wormmon had actually learned a lesson for once. Maybe he would think twice before digging in to hot food too soon. Though there's probably a better chance at Wormmon forgetting Ebi's hat isn't a burger and try biting the little guy again.
Post by Hisato and Scarab on Nov 10, 2019 7:09:13 GMT
"Well. Even if you're not 'that good,' I still say the food's coming along great. So, if this is quality you can deliver right now, who knows how good your cooking's gonna get when you get better?" Scarab shrugged, seeming to have moved on from the boobs entirely.
...He didn't understand what the deal had been with those. "Uh-huh, okay, boomer." The azure Wormmon did not have much to add onto this. Ebi's teacher, though...It reminded him of someone. He crawled over to add onto the patfest. "I think I get it. Your teach taught you well." Scarab stated, with a nod, before he went to take his burger up and take a chomp out of it.
The worm had nothing to say, he just continued to eat quietly. It did seem like he was enjoying this borgar, at the very least!
The EbiBurgamon watched as the other three Rookies dug into their burgers and seemed to quite enjoy them. Their delighted smiles brought a smile upon his own lips that brightened up his face. He nodded contently, wiping whatever tears had formed under his beady eyes. “Master Cookmon said that a real cook doesn’t make food for money or fame, but to bring smiles on people’s faces… He also said some bad words that I’m not allowed to say.”
“You call this fucking atrocity food?! I could shove a Sukamon up a Mammothmon’s shit-stained asshole for ten life cycles and it still wouldn’t smell as bad as this piece of crap! Make it again, or get the hell out of my kitchen!”
Quite the sailor mouth that Cookmon had, but Ebi didn’t curse. He was a good boy.
The little burgeroid fell back on the grass, making a light ‘pomf’ sound as he sat down. He picked up the last remaining burger and took a small bite out of it, chewing his food carefully before swallowing. He reacted positively to Scarab’s headpat, even though his hand was shaped like a claw and wasn’t nearly as soft as Polty’s paw. “Hehehe… Master Cookmon is good, but I bet if he saw this he’d yell at me for serving food without any plates or napkins.” A giggle escaped Ebi’s lips, while he blushed heavily at all the praise that he was receiving.
Post by Charles Brynlee on Nov 10, 2019 23:30:00 GMT
For someone who claimed to be 'respectful to chicks', Polty couldn't help but think that Wormy was missing the mark a decent amount. As a result, the Meicoomon would glance at him for a few moments, and state "Weird flex, but okay." before she turned her attention back towards Ebi.
Hearing the little EbiBurgamon recount his memories of the cook that taught him would bring a brief smile to her face; though... The mention of Master Cookmon also having a tendency to saying 'bad words' would elicit a soft, surprised chuckle. "Well, it's certainly good to know that he wasn't a bad influence on you, as far as bad words go." She'd muse; a hint of teasing to her tone. "He sounds like quite the admirable cook otherwise, though." Polty added; returning to chowing down on her burger. Mmm; Meat apples were great..!
At the mention of plates and napkins though, Polty would giggle with. "Who needs plates, when it's all going in our bellies, anyways?" She'd joke to Ebi; her tail swishing in a content fashion. "Though, I'm sure it wouldn't hurt to pack a few dish sets to bring with; given that you seem to have an Infini-Store type deal going on with that cap of yours."
"... That, or you just exist by the laws of Hammerspace, eheh!"