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A Familiar Fondness (Syre | Valentine's 2020 Event)
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Post by Cion on Mar 3, 2020 21:51:15 GMT
Oh - it appeared that in her seldom experienced elation, Cion had slightly misunderstood something. Perhaps it was silly to conclude that their next meeting was not bound to happen within this year, but to be honest her thoughts and focus were lingering on aspects of life that were not purely rational. So were emotions and serendipity, but this did not diminish them. Anyway, she was certainly glad and delighted that they were already planning for a second get-together before long. The pleasant anticipation she felt was nearly as tremendous as today's blissful serenity.
"Splendid. And of course we will enjoy ourselves with activities both of us fancy - like cooking and entertainment software." She stated confidently as a reminder of previous revelations and arrangements that had been made. However, there was one thing that the two of them had almost forgotten. Valentine's Day was far from over, and they were traversing the roads of a modern funfair.
Naturally, they had to savor the opportunity for all that it was worth. This included indulging themselves in traditions that they liked, such as earning a gift in the shape of a memento of this marvelous event. Fortunately, Syre agreed without hesitation and with perceptible glee. Pleased by her kittenish enthusiasm, she folded her arms with a playful pout to contemplate the proposal that was voiced. Eventually, she gave in and nodded approvingly if impishly. "Very well. I shall bestow upon thee the right to entertain me with your failure."
Chuckling alongside her cherished partner, the silver fennec ultimately accompanied the onyx feline to the booth that possessed the desired, ludicrous plush toy. As a matter of course she could not care less for the material value of the rosy, oversized bunny. It was the sentiment of caring for the other that was important to her. She understood that it was quite silly, but admittedly she was not concerned about that. She simply wanted somebody to overcome a challenge for her... and return the favor. Giving passionately and taking gratefully - those were key cornerstones of a wonderful relationship.
Watching the BlackGatomon throw the ball at the stack of jugs, the restrained Arniomon crossed her fingers, hoping that she would be successful. "Oh!" Cion exclaimed, excited to behold a potential jackpot. Regrettably, a single tankard remained standing, causing her to sharply intake a breath through her bared teeth. "Naw, so close! But a fine shot indeed." She declared kindly, granting Syre an approving thumbs up in acknowledgment of her talent. And while they enjoyed the folly of the situation, she nonetheless wished to see if victory was possible.
"I know this round is not done yet, but another is on me." She proclaimed with a bizarre mix of mettle and excitement. Paying the minuscule fee of a few bits, she rubbed her hands as aureate eyes seemed to stare at the task in front of them. In the end, she drew a conclusion and sought to share it with the comely cat. With great caution and softness, the fox's muzzle briefly leaned against the edge of the feline's large ear to provide advise in hushed whispers. "Toss the ball with a sideways angle. 30 degrees - more if you can. Giving it a spin will also help greatly, so try to throw with your wrist, not your palm."
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Post by Syre the BlackGatomon on Mar 4, 2020 2:32:21 GMT
Indeed, so close, and yet so far away!
It was likely that more than just the bottom row were trick bottles. If anything, all of them were slightly rounded and weighted at the bottom, so that the slightest 'bounce' would get them to settle back right-side up. The only real way to win was to knock as many bottles off the table as possible - though if Syre threw too hard, that would merely blow one bottle from the middle of the stack, and probably leave several more left on the table. That Syre got this lucky so early was probably just a fluke!
"So close, indeed!"
It didn't take much effort for Syre to follow up with her second ball, sweeping the last jug away from the base. A normal-sized stuffed teddy-bear was practically pushed into Syre's arms, the cat giving a grin as she handed the doll off to Cion. And it was in this backstep that the fennec would be able to sneak her a whisper. A sideways throw, with a bit of a spin? The cat was more about being a marksman, so she didn't consider such an indirect approach - but she'd give a nod, and take the next ball in hand. Before throwing it, the cat would take the ball in hand with her left claw, and spin it against her right palm, giving it a grip every few moments before repeating.
Getting used to the spin, picturing that throw in her head. Throwing at an angle would allow her to hit at least three of the jugs, but for it to work, she'd have to at least knick the corner of the first bottle. Syre would give a step back, and even to the left, making the line as easy to see as possible - before giving that impromptu curveball the best throw she had. Rather than be an explosion of jugs from the front, the ball would collide with the three bottles closest to the left. The force would send the entire bottom stack falling like a stack of dominoes - and the extra second or so of applied force definitely had its results.
It was a much less bombastic throw, but at the end, the clattering plastic would bounce over the table and fall of the edge, one last bugger trying to stand up before simply falling into the dirt below. To that, Syre gave a grin!
"Hey, ain't that something!" The carnival worker joined in the pair's revelry briefly (and why not, he was still raking in a heck of a profit today anyway!), merrily offering that oversized pink plush toy out to the fennec. Cion wouldn't likely have trouble plucking it up - but the entire size of it would make it look somewhat ridiculous in Cion's arms!
To that, Syre gave a grin of her own! "Well, if anything, its probably a good cushion for ya!"
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Post by Cion on Mar 5, 2020 21:43:49 GMT
If nothing else, Cion was impressed by Syre's tenacity and dedication in regard to this rather silly and nonrelevant cause that was winning at a funfair's booth. More than that, she was charmed by the knowledge that somebody cared so much for her that they went through such giggly efforts to treat her. As forecited she was mostly indifferent towards the material value of the items they intended to win. No - it was the meaning behind them that truly counted. And it seemed that perhaps the onyx feline felt the same way, which would explain her fervor. It was not the only possible explanation, but it was what the silver fennec chose to believe.
Receiving the brown teddy with a rapt smile on her lips, she decided to return the favor by whispering advice into the BlackGatomon's large ear. Fortunately, her partner of today was not one who was too proud to accept help, hence it was with pleasant anticipation that the unassuming ascendant waited for the second round to begin and conclude. Crossing the fingers of her free hand, she of course hoped that her assistance sufficed to be the decisive factors. And indeed - it appeared as if fate granted her this striking success.
"Stupendous!" The small fox exclaimed, naturally joining the revelry to celebrate this rare achievement. Thankfully, the employee responsible for the stall was not cranky about losing a 'valuable' prize and instead opted to chime together with the duo's elation. Eventually, the vulpine lady was handed the oversized, pink bunny which she was barely capable of keeping a hold of due to their similar sizes. However, this evidently was hardly a concern to her.
Gazing at her date with both plush toys in her grasp, a big, enraptured grin pervaded her muzzle. Her bliss that caressed her soul was crystal clear to everyone who took but a moment to look at her. Squealing with glee and pride, she nodded in response to the tongue-in-cheek statement. "O-hoho... it will be the best cushion." Cion confidently assured Syre of her intention to forever be reminded of this wonderful day by her future pillow. Speaking of mementos, they were obviously not yet done. "So, madame! What is thine trial for moi?"
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Post by Syre the BlackGatomon on Mar 6, 2020 1:27:49 GMT
Was it Syre's dedication to win a prize for her date that drove her to do this?
Honestly, probably not! Yes, the thought of entertaining Cion was in the cat's head, but more than that, the BlackGatomon loved these kinds of games. Rather than the randomness of a ring toss or whatever confounded magic was behind that bouncing ball game (seriously, five red cups in a sea of blue ones?), the cat enjoyed playing a game that had a bit of thought to it. Yes, these sort of games were rigged for the host, but both the planning and execution to 'beat' those games was entertaining to the cat in itself.
And, apparently, Syre had a knack for it! That eventual throw sent those bottles clattering to the ground, leaving the the three of them to enjoy in their merriment. And Syre couldn't help but let out a laugh, watching Cion try and hold that giant toy in her grasp! Well, granted, the black cat would soon find herself in the same situation, as it was the fennec's turn to take on one of these games. It made Syre curious, though: would she see Cion in her rookie form, or would the fox just tone down her power to 'appear' as one?
"Hm..." And, indeed, what did she want? The cat's eyes blinked over the more possible games of the carnival, looking for something just about as ridiculous as that giant pink bunny - that would still fit well-enough into her abode, of course! She did spot something, nodding as she pointed across the road. "See that big ol' blue Teddy Bear? I think I'd like that one."
Well, hopefully Syre didn't pick something too unreasonable. This was another ball-throwing classic at the carnival, involving softballs and wooden ducks on electric belts. Not only did the ones on the belts further away move faster, but they also had the nasty habit of dipping behind the targets right in front of them. But, at the very least, the goal was simple:
Hit the one red duck on the very back row to win the grand prize!
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Post by Cion on Mar 12, 2020 18:53:43 GMT
Gladly being the core reason for Syre's hearty laughter, Cion maintained her proud confidence and unyielding poise with a beaming grin. With two plush toys at her disposal, both of them gifts by her cherished date for today, how could she possibly be vexed by being indirectly laughed at? In fact the opposite was the case - she joined the sounds of levity. She understood that she looked quite silly with these items in her paws, and she had no problem acknowledging this. And it was with this glee that she anticipated what kind of trial the comely, chummy BlackGatomon had in mind for her.
And what a wonderful idea it quickly turned out to be. The onyx feline desired a titanic, blue teddy, which was a perfect match for her pink bunny. Chuckling cheerfully, the silver fennec ultimately nodded confidently. "As you wish, darling." She declared before slowly approaching the booth alongside her partner. Remembering that the power level of a Rookie was required to gain permission to participate, a white light briefly engulfed her until it shattered into uncountable bits and pieces. What was left behind was similar in stature and design to her apex form, but far more glaucous in color and with no noticeable feminine proportions.
Gasping audibly, the adorable Arnamon fell onto one knee. Thankfully, she had sufficient might and volition to prevent a fall. Perish the thought her mementos would be sullied by dirt and dust. "Gosh. I had forgotten the effects of gravity." She claimed in jest, though with a strenuous, sharp breath. Steadily getting back up on her feet to assume a proper stance, she inhaled deeply and eventually adjusted herself to her transformation. "Blimey, do I feel weak. No wonder most seek digivolution. ... Anyway, I have a duty to follow."
Shaking her head and flexing her limbs, the now literally unassuming digimon leaned against the attraction's counter to analyze the game at hand. Apparently, she had to strike a difficult to hit, red duck with a ball to earn the top prize. It sounded simple enough, bit with funfairs there was always a catch, not unlike gambling casinos. Observing the pattern of movement to internalize it, she shifted her gaze to greet the clerk with a winning smile. "Excuse me, meyser? Are by chance any abilities allowed? Of course not those which damage your workplace, but others?"
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Post by Syre the BlackGatomon on Mar 12, 2020 22:34:51 GMT
'Darling'?
Syre found herself trying to stifle a blush at that pet name! She kept a smile on her face, giving a step back as her data was briefly wrapped in a veil of light, revealing a somewhat taller blue-furred fox a moment later. Or, was Cion taller like this? It was hard to tell, when her usual method of travel had her floating a few inches off of the ground, and the occasional radiance of her appearance made it difficult to pin down her height.
Not that the thought stuck around for long! Syre would step forward, carefully supporting the Arnamon by her shoulders, giving a chuckle as soon as it was clear that her date was okay. "Forgotten the effects of gravity... that's not a point I can relate to, hun." She returned that jest, and if needed, would help the fox to her feet. Indeed, Syre could relate - anything lower than being a Gatomon with a tail ring felt off to her. But, surely it would just be a matter of a minute or two to adjust, right?
It didn't take the pair long to step up. And, indeed, just like with the milk bottles there was a trick to this one as well. The first two rows of targets were simply fixed on solid pieces of metal with a wooden target - hitting anywhere on them would stop the ball in its tracks, and knock the target over for a lesser prize. But gunning for the back row?
Well, the red duck targets were affixed to a hinge, standing tall and sideways, rather than a solid metal pole. Grazing a target on the left or the right would cause the duck to turn, let the ball slide by, and return to its initial position. It was somewhat visible as the targets would move on the belt, a bit of an unsteady 'sway' in the back row.
The clerk - a Bearmon - gave a small shrug at Cion's question. "If you want, go for it. Though I should say, its the ball that has to hit the target for it to count. Otherwise, we'd get any sharpshooter clearin' our stocks dry!"
To this, though, Syre was interested: "Mm? Got an idea?"
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Post by Cion on Mar 15, 2020 20:17:26 GMT
Truth be told, titles such as 'dear' and 'darling' were ones Cion utilized often when talking to individuals she genuinely cherished. They were not intended to be pet names, but her own way of expressing her appreciation and affection. Naturally, this was not something Syre knew, which explained the brief blush on her cheeks, but this was certainly bound to change. Another humorous misconception was the idea that the cute fennec was defying gravity on a constant basis. While she indeed floated sometimes and could fly, she preferred the mundane exercise of walking. Still, at higher levels, the planet's pull lost its sway, as it was the case for many species.
Nonetheless, she of course appreciated the helping hand that the comely BlackGatomon offered her. It was evident that the vulpine sentinel had been in her apex form for quite a long time, hence adjusting to a frame that was almost infinitely weaker required a couple of moments. However, the worst of this minor incident quickly went by, enabling the duo to approach the second booth. "Hon... tihi." She repeated quietly, close to squealing from the glee and pride she experienced. And though her feelings solely manifested themselves in her mien, her beaming grin spoke louder and clearer than a thousand words. She was on cloud nine.
Nevertheless, the small fox had a duty to fulfill, which was to earn her date the desired price. Listening to the Bearmon's approving response, she nodded with comprehension. "No other projectiles - I understand. Then I would like to buy 5 attempts, please." She stated kindly and calmly before transferring 25 bits from her account to that of the funfair's staff with her practical Infini-Store. With the balls on the counter, she turned to the onyx feline with a confident, slightly impish smile on her lips. "I told you that I am an 'attrionist', darling."
Turning to face her challenge, her aureate eyes narrowed to focus on observing the pattern in which some of the ducks moved in between static units. Eventually recognizing repeats, she had to chuckle as she suddenly snapped her fingers. "Translucent Cage." She uttered as an iridescent veil immediately engulfed the mechanisms that were responsible for the targets' movement. With the red duck coming to an abrupt halt, she performed a soft, playful flick of her wrist to toss the ball in a huge arc. Slowly yet steadily, it arrived at its destination to knock off the objective with an audible thud.
"Oh no... and here I have bought half a dozen attempts, although I only needed one try. Who would have thought? Not the most fortunate of coincidences, but fair play has to be honored." She declared with a teasingly coltish tone to her voice, if not a hint of sarcasm. Evidently, her taradiddle was on purpose. Anyone with common sense was able to conclude that her scheme had been fully intentional. Why else would she had asked for the permission to utilize inherent abilities?
Still, she did not want to aggravate nor dishearten the Bearmon. Employees had it difficult enough, which was why she had payed a sufficient sum to compensate for the loss of a top prize. After all, as mentioned before, the material value of these trophies were of no concern to her. It was the spree she had with Syre, and the meaning behind earning them for the other, that were of importance to her. Speaking of which, as the aura finally ceased, she pointed a claw at the oversized, blue teddy. "I believe my valentine wishes for this plush toy. Isn't that right, dear?"
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Post by Syre the BlackGatomon on Mar 16, 2020 23:33:19 GMT
"Hehe."
Syre's small chuckle matched the cat's grin, as she helped her date stay on her feet. Indeed, at this point, the two didn't really need to express everything in words, as simple gestures showed how both were taking this date. Thankfully, it didn't take long for the Arnamon to 'remember' her gravity - and soon, she was negotiating with the Bearmon about the rules of the game.
Abilities were allowed, but no other projectiles? The rookie behind the stand probably already knew that 'curved' or 'homing' shots would be next to useless against the back row, if he was that confident - and with five attempts already on the table, he'd step off to the side, tilting his head towards the targets. Syre herself found an ear flick at Cion's explanation. An 'attrionist'? How would that matter against a single target?
... Quite a bit, actually. Cion was focusing on 'something', but it wasn't quite clear to the bear or the cat what she was looking for. Some sort of pattern? With a snap of the fox's fingers, there was the brief sound of something grinding to a halt, as the conveyor itself found itself frozen - and the ball hit the target dead-on in the back row, a 'ding' echoing through the stall as the target flicked back and hit the bell underneath.
A moment later - a little more off-balance than before - the conveyor could continue along, the Bearmon scratching the back of his head. "Huh, how about that. Gonna have to adjust the rules for the next group, I think..." He muttered something, mostly to himself, as he took a brief look behind the stand - and righted the chain controlling the conveyor back into place. "Eh, but I said what I said! Whatcha want?"
He kept a smile, even if he was forcing himself to wear one, as Syre found herself stifling a chuckle. "Alright, remind me to try and not get on your bad side, foxy." She gave a small shake of her head, impressed and amused at how quickly Cion subverted the game itself. The Bearmon would perk up as Cion pointed out the prize, and the Bearmon would give a nod, pulling the prize off display with a hook, and offered it right to the black cat.
"Yup, that's the one!" Syre gave a nod of thanks as she took the plush toy in hand - forced to lean back a bit just to keep the darn thing in her hands! Now it was her turn to look ridiculous - especially since she was now hugging onto both of the toys! "Heh! We'd look pretty silly hauling these around for the rest of the day!"
Thankfully, there was an answer to this glorious problem! It would take a bit of maneuvering, but Syre would manage to pull out her Infini-Store - and it wouldn't take long for that big blue bear to get pulled right on inside. She'd do the same with the bunny as well, if Cion needed the room - or heck, Cion might just have her own storage device!
"Heh... somethin's telling me that we should get out to the beach before we get run out of the fair!"
That was mostly a jest!
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Post by Cion on Mar 18, 2020 19:21:48 GMT
Naturally, the method Cion had utilized to obtain her victory had been anything but fair. Exploiting loopholes, errors and a lack of consideration were not deeds becoming to a lady of grace such as herself, but evidently she was willing to bend her code slightly if the need arose. It was not like funfair booths did not play the game with a similar amount of cunning anyway, and the circumstances, including her generosity, were hardly dire straits. Hence, with her honor and dutifulness intact, she bestowed upon Syre the trophy of her choice - a gigantic, blue teddy.
"I shall remind you, kitty." She retorted in jest, chuckling alongside her partner and savoring their delightfully candid interactions. While the silver fennec of course fancied and appreciated mannerisms, there was a time and place for them, as well as carefree sereneness. And by all that was good and rightly in the digital realm - the event of the onyx feline attempting to handle the titanic plush toy was an amusing sight to behold. Giggling with glee, she nodded in agreement and decided to follow the wise example by storing her spoils in her Infini-Store. "One should never burden themself too much with the opinions of others, but... yes, we'd indeed look quite silly."
With everything said and done, the moment had probably come for them to leave this cornucopia of joys and rip-offs behind them. The unassuming fox was not the biggest fan of attractions such as roller coasters and alike to begin with, and if they stayed longer they likely suffered the risk of getting thrown out due to their 'accomplishments'. Nodding approvingly, her aureate eyes shifted to relish the distant horizon above a seemingly infinite ocean. The sky had remained bright blue, but the sun's early descent had become noticeable. Given the season, this was by no means a surprise.
"Sure. Let us finally get on our way. I can't wait to watch the sunset together with you in a vacant spot. However... we should buy a picnic blanket and some treats in the meantime. Might take us a few hours if we stroll leisurely." She declared calmly, confident that the comely BlackGatomon assented to this plan. And as a smile of pleasant anticipation manifested itself on her muzzle, she reached out a paw for her darling to hold if she wanted. "After you, please."
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Post by Syre the BlackGatomon on Mar 20, 2020 2:57:28 GMT
Oh, Syre knew that quite well - who cared about appearances when you were having this much fun? At Cion's comment, the 'kitty' just gave a chuckle, and a hearty hug around the big, blue stuffed animal, before she'd stow it away into the Infini-Store some moments later. Now they both had a souvenir for the day - and a reason to get out of here before the carnival workers thought too much of their antics!
"Heh... agreed." The cat gave a nod - though they could have simply taken the portal to their destination, well, what would have been the fun in that? "As for the treats... hm. I'm sure we'll spot something around here that'll work well on the beach." She thought that through - ice cream or frozen treats wouldn't last, and a lot of the carnival food wouldn't keep well two steps onto the sandy beach. But they would address that problem on their walk over - and with a grin, she'd take Cion's hand in her own.
And, indeed, it would be quite a bit of a walk! As the hours of sunlight and dusk neared, the two would make their way out of the front of the fair, and step into a simple touristy shop on the way to the beach. It definitely wasn't hard to find a suitable blanket - a nice, light colored one that would remain cool even in direct sunlight - as well as bottled water, soda, and a few bags of caramel corn! That much was easy enough to put in their respective storage devices, as they would make their way down from the pier and towards the beach proper.
Even at this late hour, there was still a decent amount of Digimon lining the coast - but as Syre and Cion would make their way further from the city, well, the energetic sound of the crowds would start to give way to the crashing waves and the calls of the few wild birds that dotted the area. Off to their left, as the sun neared the ocean, its ordinarily azure color started to give way to more of an emerald one, the sun's reflection dancing off the top of the water.
"For as much as I've been here, I haven't really had a chance to see the beach like this, that much." Syre gave a smile, paw curling around Cion's hand as she turned towards the wake. Right now, it seemed like the two had at least this part of the world to themselves - and with a tilt of her head, she'd motion to a 'hill' near the top of the beach, that looked down at that glistening water. Should that be to Cion's liking, it would take them long to get that blanket spread out, and for Syre to sit back, stretch out her legs, and rub her hands over her knees.
Well, they were on their feet all day. As she'd settle in, she'd give a glance to the fox, before folding her hands in her lap, looking out to the ocean. The air, the sights, the sound...
Definitely peaceful - and definitely a good backdrop for these two.
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Post by Cion on Mar 20, 2020 23:24:32 GMT
And as their fingers and claws once again entwined in a familiar yet genial embrace, the duo made their way through the moderately busy, brumal streets of Whitewater. With the descent of the clement sun came a decline of the activities they intended to do on this atypical but nonetheless marvelous Valentine's Day. Obtaining the supplies they needed - a picnic blanket, durable morsels and beverages - was a trivial undertaking and not one that afflicted their finances. Besides, no currency could outweigh the serene catharsis she was experiencing thanks to a more than cherished companion.
And before long, the silver fennec and the onyx feline arrived at their mutually chosen destination. Venturing past other people who savored the beach's radiance, eventually nothing but the tranquility of nature remained. Waves crashed into cliffs and crags as birds flocked to interact and feast on the fruits that the ocean provided. Towards the horizon, the sky assumed the colors of fire, shifting from a soft magenta, to a warm orange, and ultimately a blazing red. The water's surface was twinkling like a prism of diamonds, dyed in the sheen of a crystal clear emerald. With peaked ears, Cion wordlessly listened to what her partner wished to share with her as their feet slowly trod the mellow sands. And indeed it was not the first time that she had heard these words. Rarely had Syre visited this vista, particularly for a 'picture perfect' date as she had put it. But this was, without doubt, a picturesque backdrop to take in the person she was with. And as for the small fox... she had what was most important to her - the 'who'. Nodding calmly in acknowledgment and happily returning the smile, they at last reached an ideal spot to claim as their personal realm. It was a knoll that was partially covered in grass. Quietly setting up everything they desired, she too chose to indulge her body's longing for rest. Well-nigh imitating the motions of the BlackGatomon, the Arniomon's hands rested on her crossed legs. Briefly noticing the glance, her gaze nevertheless lingered on the panoramic view they had decided to relish in intimate togetherness. An atypically long-lasting moment of contemplation, if not dreaminess, passed them by. Evidently, she needed this to put her thoughts and emotions into a state of sincere clarity. In the end however, she awoke from her self-communion and deposited her Infini-Store onto the cover they sat on. With an absolutely calm expression of care gracing her petite face, she granted them access to the purchased goods - a variety of treats and refreshments... among which was a specialty of her choosing. It was a vacuum flask. Claiming two porcelain cups, she opened the lank container and steadily filled one of them with a gamboge liquid. The hot substance that looked as if it was thin honey emitted a faint steam that quickly entered the partners nostrils. The hearty, slightly sweet scent of chamomile caressed their senses as Cion's aureate eyes shifted to meet the amber belle of Syre's. Almost reflexively, her rapt yet soft smile widened, as if the sight of the comely felidae alone sufficed to exhilarate her. That was because it genuinely did. Seldom had she experienced this pure form of serenity and affection for someone. She did not quite understand whence her abrupt feelings came, nor was it of concern to her. The only thing that mattered was to assure that her darling would have the perfect date as wanted. Nothing else but her was on her mind. Hence... she finally began to speak with an amicable question on her lips. "Tea?"[Word: 604 / 11661] |
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Post by Syre the BlackGatomon on Mar 22, 2020 0:36:08 GMT
There was no need for words - not in that moment, anyway. Reclining back on that blanket, Syre found her gaze cast over at the emerald waves - though her amber eyes couldn't help but keep that radiant fox in view, even if it was just with the corner of her vision. For at least a few minutes, she just enjoyed it, hearing the ebb and flow of the sea, watching that sun slip lower and lower.
Of course, it couldn't just be that. After a few minutes, Syre would work to get those refreshments out, the glass bottles of soda and the tin of caramel corn easily keeping shape despite the sandy environment around them. It was that thought that made Syre's brow raise just a little at Cion's preferred beverage of choice... well, not so much the beverage, but the delivery.
Tea, in porcelain cups? Syre gave a sniff, the scent itself pleasant enough, even if it wasn't Syre's general preference. If anything, the selection just felt a bit random to Syre, but maybe that was just how Cion liked to keep her infini-store? Or maybe she brought it specifically for this date? Either way, the cat would push that thought to the back of her head, and give a nod. "Gladly." And it wouldn't be long before Syre would have a warm cup of her own, the cat keeping the mug curled between her paws, letting the warmth of it slip into her hands. She gave a sip, the fragrant drink definitely a relaxing one.
From there, it didn't take long for the two to get everything else set up. As far as the cat could tell, they would have a good thirty minutes to an hour before that sun would start heading over the horizon, and those dark oranges would start to turn to faded purples. As that scene became more steady to them, well, Syre felt herself at a loss for words.
... What did one say at a time like this? Well, as they were staring at the sun, she did have one question to ask - one that had been scratching the back of her head all day. "Speaking of the sun... well, even from the few Digimon I know who can reach that level, I don't think I've seen one as 'radiant' as yours - not to mention, stable. Is it draining at all to keep that up, or do you only feel it when you 'use' it?"
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Post by Cion on Mar 22, 2020 20:25:46 GMT
Tea... as clichéd as it appeared, it without doubt was among the silver fennec's most favorite delicacies. The seemingly infinite varieties of scents and flavors that caressed the senses in a gentle embrace, simultaneously mollifying and reinvigorating the mind and soul... what more could anyone ask from such a simple dram? Nonetheless, she was delighted to see that her date for this wonderful day had accepted her chummy offer. Sharing was caring after all, and the certainty that the both of them were able to engage so unselfconsciously and amiably was reassuring her that everything was, as it had been put, indeed 'perfect'.
Nevertheless, they had arrived early for the eve of their rendezvous. With half an hour remaining, despite the clock's needle still lingering opposite to midnight and noon, there was plenty of time left for them to interact. And though there were topics that she wished to talk over, the small fox was a bit hesitant to do so. While their conduct was serene and genial, she anticipated the right moment to address certain subjects of relevance regardless. Fortunately, it was the onyx feline who, in her sociableness and candor, managed to unintentionally ease the tension.
With the cup of steaming regalement resting in her paws, the Arnionmon's gaze remained stalwart to behold the prismatic canopy. However, the unfitting question that was voiced amused her, causing her to chuckle faintly. "Me - radiant? Aw you..." She playfully displayed her humbleness, but also her appreciation for the kind affection that was bestowed upon her. "It used to be draining, but over months and years, I learned to attune to it fully. Well... not quite. When you look at me, you can only see my restrained form. For combat, if necessary, I can unleash myself... not unlike a radiant sun emerging from the horizon."
Her explications were calm, cordial and precise. Open-heartedness had become trivial given their relationship. Besides, she already had an idea why the aspiring knight had asked her this, even if the comely cat herself was not conscious of the reason. Slowly leaning to the side, Cion's right hand briefly nudged the BlackGatomon's shoulder before gently resting on it, almost as if she was teasing her slightly. Although... the benevolent sentiment that she was there for her was infinitely greater. "Don't worry, Syre. You have a spirit of seldom seen strength, and you are not afraid to follow your heart. Your ascension and mastery will not only be soon, but easy for you. I promise."
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Post by Syre the BlackGatomon on Mar 24, 2020 23:15:25 GMT
"Hehe..."
Syre gave an earnest chuckle at Cion's reaction, a light blush at the edge of her cheeks. 'Radiant', in this case, meant more than one definition - both in her appearance and in the faint sense of the fox's restrained aura. And honestly, the cat was curious: just how was Cion able to stay 'elevated', and yet, so calm? Syre's brief moments as a Kuzuhamon often came with high tension and rather expensive upkeep. As she was now, she was unsure if she could keep that form long unless she was actually fighting.
... Though that was how she was with Sistermon to start off, wasn't it? In that light, Cion's explanation made sense. She was able to keep herself in a 'lower' state, while remaining at her higher level. "Hm... I guess I've never had the chance to find a 'resting' state when I try and push myself that far..." She toyed around with the idea in her head. Maybe she should try and see if she could hit a more 'normal' state?
Her ear flicked as the fox approached, pulling the cat out of her little 'bubble' of thought. Feeling that hand, and then Cion's side, lean against her shoulder, the cat returned a smile and leaned a bit in Cion's direction. What she heard next was a rather interesting thought. "... With how things are going, I almost fear that day's going to come sooner rather than later." With a small smile, she shook her head, letting that shadow of fear slip away from her mind. "But I'm glad you have my support for it. I've only ever pushed as far as 'Mega' - I don't even know what the next step would even look like for me. And heck, I don't even think I've seen too many Super Mega to begin with."
Actually, outside of books, Cion might have been the only one! Well, unless there were others that could hide themselves so casually - though, somehow, that seemed somewhat unlikely. Keeping that smile on her face, Syre would wrap her arm around Cion's shoulder, give her a smile, and look on towards that setting sun.
"Thank you, though." Syre was earnest - it wasn't often that someone complimented her on her strength, much less her spirit. "Though I'm going to be hard-pressed to try and find a different 'default' than this. BlackGatomon's a comfortable form for me."
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Post by Cion on Mar 25, 2020 15:12:03 GMT
Gently leaning against Syre's mellow side, Cion was enraptured to experience that she too was granted the soft pressure of affection. Taking in a deep, quiet breath and exhaling again, her aureate eyes shut for a moment to savor the sensation free of other sways. Anew she remembered how long it had been since someone had bestowed upon her such acts of fondness, and she relished every second of them. And as she felt her partner's arm slowly yet steadily bending around her frame, brushing past thin fur and the sensitive skin it covered, she truly lost herself in this minute of radiance.
Nonetheless, common courtesy enabled her to remain focused, so she would not miss what the affectionate BlackGatomon wished to share with her. Nodding faintly, it made sense to her that she might attempt to find a resting state for her higher gestalts. As for her minor anxiety - it of course was misplaced; something the both of them recognized immediately. Finally, what the future had in store was without doubt a tiny mystery, but this was not meant to be a deterrent. "We are a rare and often old folk. And though I cannot quench your curiosity, I can assure you that you will be exhilarated."
As lived-in dreams enfolded and caressed her spirit and mind, an amusing comment permitted the silver fennec to slip out of this cozy trance. While enjoyable, it was better that reality remained clear and unadulterated. "Oh... I quite like your default form, too. It is indeed very comfortable." She kindly expressed her feelings and opinions, hoping to compliment the onyx feline for who she already was, not for what and who she aspired to be. And as positive at this sentiment was, there was another that quickly entered the small fox's awareness.
"No, dear. It is I who ought to be grateful." She calmly corrected her comely companion. Opening her eyelids, her head turned to behold the black belle's amber brilliance. Although her thoughts and young voice required time to manifest, her gaze never faltered. "I have existed for longer than most can comprehend. Not only that, but the seldom clarity of my memory is a part of me during every passing moment - for better or worse. However, and this I can tell you with absolute certainty... this has been the best day I had in a very... very long time, especially in my current life."
"Hence... thank you, Syre - sincerely." Her words were shrouded in a mix of nostalgic dreaminess and genuine appreciation. Despite persistent woes reverberating in the background of her sentences, today's serenity rendered them powerless. This day was theirs to enjoy in intimate togetherness if they so desired, and nothing from the outside mattered.
That was why... her gleaming irises eventually began to totter. She wanted to maintain the beautiful vista that was the candid cat, but evidently a leading thought had latched on to her consciousness. Cion was uncertain... and she did not know where and how to begin.
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