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Pickle
Champion
Terminal Babey Illness
Posts: 127
OOC Name: Clash
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Post by Pickle on Jan 14, 2020 18:10:30 GMT
Everyone was basically ready to set out after a brief conversation with Gerrick regarding Kouru being odd. "I agree with Gerrick, I don't think she's bad. And if we're on the topic of odd, Polty's right in that we're all pretty strange when you think about it. Some of us aren't even from this world after all, plenty of weird to go around." They grinned cheerfully as they watched Charles gather some of Arakan's venom, idly making a note to dispose of the container afterwards just in case. After all, that might be how venom works in their world, but who knows how it'll be in the Digital World. Still, this was exciting! It had been a while since Pickle had been able to fight alongside others, ever since their first little sparring match in fact, and they were looking forward to seeing how they'd mesh with the others.
But first things first, getting to their destination, and keeping an eye out for those plants on the way, They'd probably need them if they were gonna use their Wolfmon form to fight. Or well, they firgured it'd be better to be safe than sorry since who knows if laser blades would carry whatever current the Boarmon's body made that hurt anyone who touched it. But first....
"To the East!" They whisper-yelled, fist pumping in the air as they and the others made their way out of town, their free hand pulling out their D-tector as they aimed to follow Charles's lead. They dabbed in the most dramatic fashion possible as they activated their transformation and became Labramon once again. Better to start with their S-spirit form since they could maintain it longer and it was smaller and made less noise. Wolfmon was better kept in reserve for the fight.
"I'll follow whoever leads, I'm gonna keep my ears open and nose a-sniffin' for any trouble. And for those Robbar plants too, since most of us will need that sap."
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Post by Arakan Himura on Jan 18, 2020 22:45:31 GMT
Due to her size, she obviously couldn't give Charles much. But a little bit went a long way, since the purpose of the poison was to stun and slow down creatures larger than Arakan's self that she could not possibly fight. The Plotmon's venom was mostly clear, as there was still an off sort of white to it that would make it just a bit harder to mistake it for water. They weren't going to get much more out of her in one sit, but if she felt she had it in her she would just add onto it later.
When Charles Digivolved it got an immediate response from Plotmon, who became excited to a point they were more hopping around than they were walking. Their little tail wagging at crazy speeds while they jumped all around. They had to contain their barking during the search obviously, as this was not any time to be making a ton of noise. Having Pickle dab and Arakan hop around like she was on a sugar rush while the others looked either normal or serious might be funny to look back on later. But for the present moment Arakan's spirit was too excited over Charles becoming Gaomon to realize how goofy they looked.
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Post by yuuki on Feb 12, 2020 19:48:39 GMT
"That lady?" Gerrick looked at the fortuneteller again "...I don't think she's a Digimon... she... smelled differently," he answered. "But I guess best not feed you some strange info. I just want you... to be careful of that fortunetelling thing, alright? I'm not sure how... credible it is. Last thing I want is you to get caught in some weird situation because of her, but.... argh, well, goodluck!"
That's all Gerrick can say before the team moved to the west. The team's ears and nose has yet to pick up anything odd... but here's the thing: The forest is eerily silent, and there are no smell of fauna at all. If anything that entered their nose, it's generally smells of the flora. The grass, a bit of flowers, but nothing on animals, and they were unable to pick a digital signal of any kind.
Yet as they proceed closer, they would smell something ... sweet? It smells something refreshing, as if incoming of a rain. It doesn't move however, and merely because the wind is blowing to their direction. The smell does not seem to come closer to them... if anything, it's moving farther. Soon after following the sweet smell, they would smell something else.
smell of something being burnt.
Yet there are no smoke... or is the combustion happened perfectly enough that there are no smoke? Yet how is that possible? Or is there is something else? Either way.... they has yet to hear any sort of footsteps, or hoofsteps for that matter.
...But they do find the hoofprints. It's definitely bigger than most Boarmon. Between each hoovesprint, there are noticable gap... almost like ten meters. It's unlikely the Digimon is that long, however... But good news? These hoofprints are fresh. It's probably made several hours ago. They're right on track.
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Post by Hisato and Bad Company on Feb 19, 2020 22:25:32 GMT
...Kouru wasn't even a digimon?
No wonder Hisato had so much apprehension towards her. She was an alien in a world full of digital aliens, yet at the same time something about the woman seemed distinctly...inhuman. Wicked. A number of words and phrases you would ordinarily use to describe something that...makes you feel fear. Moving west was a simple enough endeavor. Once they had reached the forest, Hisato looked to Scarab and gave a single nod. "Do your thing." The teenager uttered as the Wormmon crossed his claws together, before a light encompassed him and his form. It was swiftly replaced with an azure Stingmon that hopefully nobody recognized.
They now had plenty of protection in case they were set upon by their quarry. Which hopefully wouldn't happen. They were keeping pretty silent! They were supposed to find the origin of the boar, right? So wouldn't they have to follow the prints that they found to where they came from?
Hisato opted to try that. Where would that lead? Would he be followed? Who knows. Scarab glanced to Polty, offering a quiet "Good luck." He hoped the cat would be okay. He really did.
Either way, these two were deadset on backtracking.
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Post by Charles Brynlee on Feb 21, 2020 12:37:43 GMT
Charles would pause briefly, initially, at the two scents - the smells of something sweet, and something being burnt. Being in his Gaomon form, it always took a minute to adjust to the heightened senses; and aside from the typical smells of their surroundings, those two smells were what stood out especially. It seemed that the spirit noted these scents as well, for they'd pause and begin sniffing the air intently; trying to gauge which way it was coming from.
Next, there were the hoofprints - large hoofprints, with a sizeable gap to match. Charles would kneel down before some of the hoofprints; examining them, as he continued to sniff the air. "... The smells seem to be leading in the same direction as the hoofprints, if my nose isn't deceiving me..." Charles murmured in observation; glancing in the aforementioned direction. Noting the deep prints and the way that the dirt had been kicked up, he'd also add "The Boarmon kind of looks like it was going at a decent pace, too... Definitely faster than just walking."
It certainly raised the question, about why the Boarmon would just be running about as it pleased; unless something had it in a hurry...
Polty, though, would key in on the scents and the hoof prints going the same way; glancing towards the trail, and turning her bike to face the same direction. "Well, if the feral hog passed through here recently, that means it's time for me to split off..!" The holosuited Meicoomon would remark; prepared to walk the bike off into the woods in search of capital-t Trouble. Though...
... Before she'd set off, Scarab would murmur a brief 'Good Luck' to her, causing her to pause, and glance in the Wormmon-turned-Stingmon's direction. She would be quiet for a few brief moments - as though considering the other's words - before she'd reach up to the catlike bike helmet she wore; unbuckling it, and lifting it off, so that Scarab would be able to see the warm smile she casted in his direction.
"Don't worry; I probably don't have nine lives under my belt anymore, but I definitely got more than one left, at least." She'd reassure him; flashing the insect a thumbs up. "Only thing that boar'll eat anymore is my dust, if you ask me!"
With that, Polty would put her helmet back on, and walk her bike once more; moving at a brisk pace in the boar's direction, so that she could track it. She wouldn't dive into distracting it immediately; but if it started straying west, then she'd be ready to divert it away.
Charles would cast a brief wave in Polty's direction - "Be careful, kiddo." - as she departed, watching as she disappeared into the foliage of the woods. Once he couldn't hear or see Polty anymore, he'd glance back towards the others - suggesting "I'd say that we make a straight shot west, from here. Given the boar's zigzagging, it'll likely be faster that way, than just following the tracks."
The faster they put distance between themselves and the boar, the better, Charles figured... Eyeing the kids briefly, he didn't exactly feel comfortable putting them in harms way - and though he'd rather not endanger Polty either, he at least could take comfort in that she appeared to be a bit more mature, even if carefree.
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Pickle
Champion
Terminal Babey Illness
Posts: 127
OOC Name: Clash
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Post by Pickle on Feb 22, 2020 18:34:26 GMT
"Well it's definitely moving fast..." Pickle muttered softly, looking at the hoofprints. The depth of each prints and the distance between them certainly suggested a large animal running quite quickly through the woods. They didn't know too much about identifying tracks, but common sense was enough to indicate that much to them. Either way, the Boarmon wasn't currently a direct target of theirs. They needed to get to wherever it had come from. "I think.... I think that smell is the Boarmon. Both the burning and the thunderstorm smell. If it looks all lightning-y it makes sense right? Part of it could be from whatever the source is too, but I dunno." They continued along with the others, deeper into the woods, careful to speak as softly as possible while still being heard by group. Polty splitting off was met with a nod and a grateful doggy smile, complete with tail wagging as the group kept going.
They didn't stick directly with the group at all times, occasionally ranging out a short distance to cast around for more scents, searching for any hints of a rubbery smell, or any signs that the Boarmon was about. Anything unusual would be picked up on and reported to the others for consideration, but they were very careful to stay quiet and not stray too far just in case.
While they were right near the others though, Pickle did have a few things to say. "We should definitely go west more than just follow the tracks, I agree. Who knows how far the Boarmon's gone? We need to make sure we still see tracks every once in a while though. If we go too long without running into any, I think we should search for some before continuing on. We don't want to lose track of it completely."
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Post by Arakan Himura on Feb 27, 2020 23:06:02 GMT
The Plotmon had her lil' sniffer buried in one of the hoof prints the Boarmon they were looking for seemed to have left behind. The small canine doing her best to commit the scent she was picking up on to her memory, if possible. Plus she sort of enjoyed the weird mix of smells.. Sort of. Being in this form for so long was probably doing weird things to her brain. When the group kept moving though she was a bit delayed before waddling after them quickly.
She stuck by Charles for most of the search, since it was them who suggested the poison-in-a-jar tactic. Plus it'd been awhile since her spirit had gotten to see the old man in his Gaomon form.
Arakan hummed thoughtfully for a brief moment before she nodded her agreement with Pickle. "As long as we can still smell all these weird smells and see tracks it should be fine, yeah! I can search in that direction." Arakan volunteered and had started to waddle off to begin her search, though realized she should probably at least let Charles and Pickle tell her whether or not she could. They still might need her poison for something- who knows!
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