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Post by Dylan Loon and Shoutmon on Jun 17, 2020 22:20:00 GMT
"You gotta be kidding me." Even if he was new to Tokyo, it wasn't Dylan's 'first day in the city' in either a literal or rhetorical sense. Just because he couldn't read the graffiti didn't mean he didn't know what it meant, and just because he was dressed in black didn't mean he was a tough guy. An unarmed seventeen-year-old of average height and slim build really was committing suicide just by taking one step past the wrong intersection, and one with a guitar case on his back might as well have been wearing a sign. "This is where they placed their flower order?"
He was mumbling to himself in English as he stepped off his bus because he didn't have a firm grasp on the local tongue yet - thirteen months of study wasn't good enough for that. There's no way Mom knew just where this was, right? Either that, or she doesn't love me. In theory, the idea was innocent enough: his mother ordered the flowers to decorate her new cubicle with, going for that summer feel. All Dylan should have needed was to hand over some of this weird currency and catch the next bus home. Look at these things, though! That's a lot of zeroes on each of 'em. At least numbers still looked the same.
The boy, to his own great shock, managed to walk the three blocks he had to without getting jumped. It was probably near closing time for this place as the boy with glasses, very long brown hair, and a Maximum The Hormone T-shirt wandered in. Anyone paying attention could tell he was lost between his wandering gaze, minimal eye contact, and the fact that when he found the counter and finally spoke some Japanese, he had to read it off his phone's screen. "Good afternoon. I'm picking up the order for Loon," he spoke a bit too stiffly and with imperfect pronunciation.
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Post by Honoka Nijimura on Jun 17, 2020 23:56:45 GMT
Finally, it was almost time for Honoka to go. Her father was in the back, putting away an order that never got picked up today. It was yet another slow day at the Rainbow, and how the business managed to remain open for so long was beyond the girl. Sure, there was that time the business got going again back in middle school when she made those awful, embarrassing videos, but that was in the past. Now, things had returned back to their normal dead self. Much like many of the flowers they sold this store would be dying. At least, if everything remained the same.
Still, despite all these doubts plaguing Honoka's mind, she found it difficult to keep these negative thoughts. Mostly because she found herself humming with a genuine cheery smile on her face. She was swaying her hips back and forth while she took a broom and fallen rose petals, getting ready to store them so her father could sell them later.
"You're awfully cheery, Lili..." She said to her unseen partner, her dour voice betraying the mood she portrayed.
I can't help but love this place! The voice that only Honoka could hear exclaimed within her head. She was still getting used to that aspect of their partnership. I didn't even know it at the time, but I really did pick the best possible human! Hey, sweep over near the jasmines! Those are my favorite!
"One second, Lili! I need to finish sweeping over here..." Despite her protests, she found herself literally skipping across the store, then leaning in to smell, the sweet fragrance of the jasmine shrubs.
It was naturally, incredibly visible to any potential customer who happened to be stepping in at this moment in time. For example, a long-haired young man with a guitar case. Honoka regained control of her senses, turning to face the customer as he stated his order. But the girl was too mortified to even hear him at the moment. Though she was unable to keep the embarrassment from her cheeks, she gave him a welcoming smile as she stood up straight and gave a formal bow.
"W-welcome to Hanasaki Rainbow!" She cried out far more shakily than she intended.
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Post by Dylan Loon and Shoutmon on Jun 18, 2020 1:54:23 GMT
The silence was very long and very awkward. That wasn't the response the 17-year-old had expected - he didn't have a cheat sheet for that one. He said nothing for the longest time, just turning a little red and pursing his lips while he scrambled for something to say. "...Did I say that right?" That phrase, ironically but fittingly, was one Dylan had learned to speak quite competently due to lots of practice. "Uh... Loon. Carnations for Loon." He checked his phone, apparently to make sure he pronounced the name of the flowers correctly in that language. "Carnations. Picking up." Looking for any excuse to break eye contact, Leith started peering around the store instead of at Honoka. I'm not crazy, right? This girl's kinda eccentric, right? I'm saying it right... right?
It turned out there wasn't much to see around there. Dying flowers in plain sight? Not exactly professional, the boy judged, though it certainly was in character for its location. I'm starting to think Mom picked a shop without reading the Yelp reviews... Still stalling for time, he started rapidly tapping on his phone keyboard with one hand - operating a text translation app - while the other withdrew the cash he'd been concealing in his back pocket, trying to count it just to be sure it was the huge number he was told it should be. Finally he tried repeating what he said just a moment ago. "Good afternoon. I'm picking up the order for Loon," word for word.
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Post by Honoka Nijimura on Jun 18, 2020 3:23:10 GMT
((Whoops. Didn't mean dying flowers were on display were wilting or anything. I was being poetic and stuff, saying that picked flowers are doomed to die and all. My b.))
Wow... You go out of his way to greet him and he doesn't even say "hello" back. What an absolute jerk! Honoka, spit in his flowers! Wait... don't spit on the innocent flowers! Spit on him! Do it!
Lili didn't quite understand the dynamic of the customer-employee relationship, and the girl couldn't exactly go out her way to explain it without sounding like a crazy person in front of a customer. The only saving grace in this bizarre relationship of sharing head-space with such a nosy, chatty, melodramatic flower spirit is that at the very least her thoughts were her own. Lili couldn't hear Honoka unless she said something out loud, probably because Lili could only hear what the human could.
Still, it looked like the boy was a foreigner, something Honoka had been seeing a lot of lately. Desmond-san, Kan-san, that brunette lady from the other day, ever since she got her Digivice, it seemed like every non-Japanese person in Shibuya had one as well. Well... She looked him up and down. Maybe not this one. He seemed to lack the... confidence, she supposed, that the others did.
She didn't immediately see a Digivice on his person, but he had a guitar on his back. Was he a traveling musician putting on a show in Japan? Though judging by the band on his t-shirt, it wasn't something Honoka'd likely be interested in.
Still, the young man repeated himself, naming off his order with the help from his phone. So he couldn't speak Japanese well. Well, it was unfortunate, but as much time as Honoka couldn't speak anything but Japanese, despite the fact that she'd been spending a good amount of time in a foreign place lately.
"Yes!" She said, nodding and giving an entirely unnecessary thumbs-up. She held up one finger, saying "One minute!" She moved into the back room, getting one of the orders, chatting with her father for a brief second before getting the batch of flowers. Pink carnations, the symbol of a motherly love. Still, it could use a little bit of a touch. She re-arranged them, setting the lighter flowers closer to the center, then placing some white carnations in for good luck.
She came back out to the front with the order, taking the bouquet out to the front desk. She wasn't sure what else to say. "This will come out to be... three thousand yen..." She said, holding up three fingers. "Also, would you like a vase for this order? Only five-hundred extra!" She pointed towards the back wall were a series of empty vases, generic crystal-clear with ridges that spiraled up the course of the thick plastic. |
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Post by Dylan Loon and Shoutmon on Jun 19, 2020 22:00:44 GMT
A thumbs-up? Finally! Dylan sighed and finally managed to crack a smile, glad he'd actually managed to express himself at long last. Even better news, the girl who worked here was indeed back promptly with exactly what he was there for... so he presumed. The boy couldn't point out a carnation from a daisy if his life depended on it, but there was one thing even he had to admit about it: the arrangement was very pretty. Obviously, someone cared about it.
While the girl was gone, Leith pulled out the setting on his translation app that would instantly speak aloud anything it heard in Japanese or English, then repeat it in the opposite language. Designed for tourists; good for most anyone. That was why when asked about a vase, the boy was able to respond in good time, "No, thank you. Mom's got this one from her mother, and it... well, not important. Thank you." Or, rather, a robotic telephone voice was what really said it.
That was almost the end of their interaction, and it almost appeared everyone would go on to have a normal day. The problem was that as the boy walked backwards toward the door, something about knee-height crashed right into him and knocked him over flat. Good thing he wasn't holding a vase after all! "Agh! Jesus," he exclaimed, startled and worried but mostly unharmed. The boy had no reason to suspect that the pot he had tripped over was anything but a missplaced anomaly, but maybe Honoka knew better. After all, the flower that stuck up out of it wasn't one her shop had ever sold. It was very wide, very flat, and its five petals were mostly pink but with a pretty golden pattern nearer the center, from which some sort of curly tube sprouted. "It's good! I'm OK!" he assured as he arose. "I've been a klutz for pretty much, like... forever." The translation app didn't work exactly perfectly, but hopefully it got the job done.
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Post by Honoka Nijimura on Jun 19, 2020 22:34:55 GMT
Honoka couldn't help but marvel at the technology the young man displayed. People's phones could become translators now!? The woefully technologically ignorant girl didn't even know how to change her phone's home screen, but now there was such amazing technology at everyone's fingertips... She wanted to make the time to start learning... basic things that her classmates knew, but the girl had precious free time. Between studying, gymnastics, working here, and of course, her extracurricular adventures in a fantasy land, she just didn't have the time to spare anymore.
Then the boy decided to walk backwards in a place he had never been inside of before. And he tripped over something and fell to the ground.
Ha! What a klutz! Serves you right, rude customer! What a buffoon! She heard Lili shout in her head in a mocking tone before breaking out into laughter. Due to Lili's influence she felt the urge to laugh herself, but she quelled it by promptly punching herself in the gut. Ow ow ow, that hurts! What did you hit me for!? Honoka decided to shelf the topic of Lili referring to Honoka's body as "me" for another time and moved over to assist the young man.
"Are you okay?" She asked him as she knelt down to help him up. "Did you hit your head? Can you see straight? Is your vision blurry? Is there anywhere else that hurts? We've got a first-aid kit in the back! Would you like me to get it for you?" Honoka's concern over the young man caused her to ask her rapid-fire questions and completely forget about the language barrier.
Honoka... That plant...
She had no desire to banter with Lili right now. At the moment, she was too worried about the customer to even think about any out-of place, tropical plant that clearly didn't belong. If left untreated, a single fall could cause long-lasting damage, after all.
Honoka! That flower wasn't always here! Turn your head so I can get a closer look at it!
"Not now, Lili!" She angrily shouted out to no one in particular.
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Post by Dylan Loon and Shoutmon on Jun 20, 2020 0:36:05 GMT
Lucky for Honoka - and Lili by extension - that little bout of self-harm went unnoticed by the young man because he was too busy massaging his sore right shoulder blade. He was glad to accept the hand that got him back on his feet using his own free hand. Even though he couldn't grasp every word from Honoka, he got the gist - she was concerned for his safety. The translator definitely couldn't keep up with speech that fast, so some odd words like "goat butt" and "banana cream cake" somehow made their way into its attempt at it. Lucky Dylan was able to say the common phrase, "It's OK! It's OK," repeatedly in the local language all on his own, holding up a hand to signal that he wasn't in pain or angry. While Honoka tended to her customer, the petals of the plant seemed to twitch and flutter just a bit even though there was no discernible wind inside. Dylan understood. He'd heard about this. Back home in Boston, "the customer is always right," a saying that was almost self-evidently false but wasn't to be taken literally. With two parents in sales he understood. The similar saying in Japan, of course, sounded even more extreme: "the customer is a god." That left him going and feeling guilty about her apparent concern over his own little clumsy mistake - one that wasn't even that bad in the end. The bell over the door rang again, but the even louder sound to accompany that was the bang associated with carelessly kicking it in. "I know you're in here, you little green freak!" was a somehow even louder noise that came from the same direction. Dylan's eyes snapped right to the doorway, immediately fearing some kind of robbery knowing this neighborhood. What was there was... well he couldn't really be sure. It wasn't a person, that was for sure. It resembled a small child in a cheap dragon costume, and that dragon had something in its hand. A... microphone stand? "Get out here and-!"Dylan accidentally made eye contact with it. It accidentally made eye contact with Honoka and Dylan. Dylan froze. It froze. Each looked equally shocked to see the other, and this standoff of surprise lasted for a good fifteen seconds before it finally broke. Dylan opened his mouth to try and say something even though he couldn't really think of anything. The boy in the little dragon costume cut him off anyway, so it was all for the best. "...Seeya!" was apparently the end of the conversation, because at that point the little boy turned tail and dashed swiftly in the other direction toward some dark back alley. |
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Post by Honoka Nijimura on Jun 20, 2020 1:03:54 GMT
At his insistence, the young man was alright. She let out a sigh of relief. She didn't think she could stand to see anyone else hurt right in front of her eyes. Not since... She tried to forget about that for the time being. It was still giving the girl some mixed feelings. Feelings that she would no doubt have to sort out one day, but for now that would have to wait.
Things looked like they'd have been back to normal until someone kicked in the door and started screaming in the store. Honoka would have grabbed her broom and smacked the person responsible, if the person in charge weren't a Digimon. In a business district. Where people would occasionally pass through.
Shoutmon... She heard Lili explain without Honoka even needing to ask. They're typically pretty... well... they're called Shoutmon for a reason!
Honoka noted the microphone stand. Someone who fought using... screaming or singing? Well, she supposed she couldn't complain about that. But after barging in, demanding to know where someone is, and then promptly leaving once he presumably couldn't find them he took off. Still, Honoka couldn't just let a random Digimon just roam the streets like that! Digimon were tough, but they weren't all knife-proof!
She turned to the bewildered young man and suddenly grabbed a random plant from the shelf. "Umm... sorry for being rude, but here! Take a complementary... cactus..." She said, sort of thrusting the pointy plant into his arms. "There's something I realized that I had to do, so I hope you can see yourself out!" She threw off her work apron, running outside to chase the red dragon Digimon through the streets, completely unaware of what was looming within the shop.
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Post by Dylan Loon and Shoutmon on Jun 22, 2020 1:22:41 GMT
Well... that just happened. The young man did accept the gift of the cactus, but his arms were really acting out of reflex, not conscious thought. Lucky that same reflex helped him hold the nasty plant by the pot and not by the... other parts. Actually, it took him until a second or two after Honoka had gone and run out the door to really digest the fact that he was even holding it. Once he caught up to reality, he spoke his first thought out loud. "...Cool. Free cactus."
"Phew! Thanks for not ratting me out," said the mysterious plant. "No pro-" Dylan said to the plant, again acting on reflex until he caught himself. He looked at the talking plant, then the door, then the talking plant again. Very deliberately, the confused boy placed his gift on the counter (he was still planning to keep it, after all), and began to approach the exotic potted plant very carefully. "I mean... mnrrrrr, plant noises. What noises to plants make here?" Dylan creeped and creeped and... lashed out with a kick!
Did Honoka seriously just chase a strange digimon down a dark alley in this neighborhood? Oh, boy. The good news is Honoka only had to chase him across the street before she could hear that he had stopped."Where ya goin', little boy?" "Hey! Ah!" No, Shoutmon was not knife proof. However, going by the sound of a metallic clang followed swiftly by a dull thud and the shout, "Pick on someone your own size!" Even though the shouter was practically half the mugger's height. When Honoka caught up, she was treated to the sight of a suspicious figure clutching his stomach and struggling to breathe again while the digimon who presumably did that to him stood there looking pretty smug. It was at that point he turned around to face Honoka. "Sheesh, take a hint, lady! When I said, 'seeya.' I didn't actually mean I wanted to see you." But he couldn't stay mad at Honoka long because he noticed what was happening over her shoulder through the shop window. "Ah- I knew it! Gotta go!" At which point he turned and ran straight back into the shop.
"Ow! What was that for?" Because the pot the talking plant was hiding in shattered with the strength of his kick, the fact that the plant was in fact a Palmon was now plainly apparent to everyone except Dylan, who had no idea what this aberration was or why it tripped him.
"What the fuck is going here?"
"This world is really, really rude!" The talking flower huffed haughtily, "Poison Ivy!" Before he could react, Dylan was suddenly trapped in the vine wrappings that the Palmon's claws had become.
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Post by Honoka Nijimura on Jun 22, 2020 2:54:57 GMT
Honoka was too busy focusing on the Shoutmon to notice anything going on behind her. She saw the aftermath of Shoutmon's assault and saw the man clutching his stomach; a local thug that didn't take too kindly to outsiders. Then Shoutmon ran back to the shop before Honoka could explain anything. "Wait, Shoutmon! I'm just trying to look out for you! A Digimon running wild in the streets can seriously get you or someone else hurt!
She shot a look towards the thug and shouted, "You! Forget what you saw! And make better life choices!" She turned around and ran back into the flower shop just in time to see Dylan kick over a potted plant, completely shattering it and sending dirt all over the floor. And angry Honoka picked up her pace, flying through the door at full speed to see a plant Digimon with her vines wrapped around the boy's body.
That's what I tried to warn you about, Honoka! She heard Lili say in a far too smug tone. There was something odd about that plant! I thought it belonged to a Palmon!
"Then next time, try and say that instead!" She blurted out despite no one else could hear the other side of the conversation. It didn't look like a particularly strong Digimon, and to be honest, unless it had some tricks up its sleeve Honoka could probably beat it fairly easily. But she couldn't exactly transform in front of some random dude, either. So instead she grabbed the broom she had dropped earlier and swung it over the Palmon's head.
"I don't care what your excuse is, this isn't the Digital World, and there's no fighting in the store!" Honoka shouted out angrily. "Let go of the human and let's talk this out before I get mad!"
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Post by Dylan Loon and Shoutmon on Jun 26, 2020 0:51:08 GMT
Shoutmon didn't stop just because Honoka demonstrated that she knew both his name and what he was, but he did turn over his shoulder at her with a surprised expression. Nonetheless, his single-minded, poorly defined desire to crush this Palmon was overwhelming. He charged on. Palmon's grip hardly loosened up in answer to the broom smack, but the sound of the impact was quite satisfying anyway.. "Yeesh! What's everyone's problem here, huh?" she growled. "Don't fall for it!" Shoutmon growled over her, "Girly here went and started somethin,' then runs to the human world when she knows she can't win! Thought I wouldn't follow you, huh?"
"He's lying! All I did was-" But that was where she paused. Perhaps whatever she did to incite this Shoutmon's wrath wasn't as excusable as she really thought it was. "...-it doesn't matter! He started it!"
"Hey, sorry to interrupt, but, uh-!"
"-You can can it!" Palmon cried as she started to squeeze him tighter.
"Agh!"
"I'll back you up, man," Shoutmon declared loudly and proudly... just before winding up and delivering a home run swing to the side of Palmon's head! Hoo, boy, did that have a real clunk to the sound of it, too. The plant digimon's vines all became limp, allowing the boy to rip himself out of them. "Who the heck takes it out on a human, anyway? Do you feel big and strong when you attack some weak and defenseless kid? Huh?" The digimon continued to shout at the plant while Leith stealthily worked his way to Honoka's side.
In her ear he whispered, "Should I be offended?"
Even though Palmon appeared to be staying down, she suddenly lashed out at Shoutmon with her vines again. He managed to swiftly dodge, but a vase of daisies behind him wasn't so lucky.
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Post by Honoka Nijimura on Jun 26, 2020 4:51:39 GMT
Honoka didn't expect the attack to harm the Digimon very much, but at least have the Palmon focus her attacks on her. Unlike the passerby, she could take a hit or two. God knows she's taken them before. Plus, it was just rude to have a customer get squeezed to death on store property.
Shoutmon and the Palmon traded a bit of banter before the Palmon continued to crush the poor foreigner but before she could act the Shoutmon moved up and smacked the Palmon upside the head. The young man was released from the plant Digimon's grasp and the Shoutmon lectured the Palmon as the human boy made his way closer to Honoka.
She heard the boy ask her something, but before she could answer the Palmon lashed out and a vase fell to the floor, shattering while the daisies within them flowed away from the shards.
Kill them! Kill them all!!! She heard Lili shout in a bloodcurdling scream. For a second the girl had an inclination to agree, but thankfully she managed to show some restraint.
"Alright, that's enough of this!" She shouted over towards the Digimon combatants. She put out her D-Tector Digivice and showed it towards the pair. Most Digimon seemed to recognize this, after all.
"I don't care if you're in the Digital World or the human world, but if you don't get out of my shop this instant, I will personally drag you Rookie-levels to the train station by the throat! You argue with me, and I'll throw you under the damned Trailmon instead of on it!"
She didn't have any explanations for a confused Dylan, but right now she was intent on preventing any serious damage to the store, and for the appeasing the screaming Lillymon spirit within her, yelling at her to punish these offenders for their floracide.
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Post by Dylan Loon and Shoutmon on Jun 28, 2020 23:14:22 GMT
The two rookie continued to scrap and grapple for a second or two, but Honoka did indeed finally get their attention. The dragon had one of his hands around one of Palmon's upper arms and the other firmly on his weapon while the plant's arms were both on the battlestaff. The pair seemed to be wrestling for it when they both froze and took a look at Honoka's commanding presence. Since neither of these digimon were able to digivolve higher on their own, their eyes both widened and their jaws dropped. The girl definitely had them.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, you're one o' those? Why didn't you say anything?"
"We're getting gone!"
"And you didn't see anything, right?" Shoutmon was pointing at the young man, and lucky for him Shoutmon was managing to switch seemlessly between Japanese and English with perfect pronunciation, flaws only apparent in his personal inflection and not his understanding.
"Uh...-"
"Good answer!" This grapple continued soon after, but the good news for Honoka was that the fight took itself out the front door with little (but not none) damage to merchandise along the way. Their struggle continued, but now it was quieter and in a safer place. As for the humans, if they so wanted they could keep watching the evenly-matched rumble right outside the glass window.
It took a minute for Dylan to collect his wits, during which time his eyes were rather transfixed on this all-out scrap happening. Once he managed it, he turned to Honoka, and his translation app spoke to him for her, "What just happened?"
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Post by Honoka Nijimura on Jun 29, 2020 3:08:35 GMT
Much to Honoka's surprise, her little intimidation tactic worked. That... might have been the first time she had ever resolved an issue with a Digimon without having to resort to using violence. Admittedly, she still had the threaten the use of violence, but that was a whole other issue for another day. For now, Honoka could just take a deep breath of relief while Shoutmon and Palmon both exited the store and went outside to resolve their conflict with violence elsewhere.
Out in the streets.
Where they were free to use whatever destructive techniques to the properties of all the other destitute homes and establishments in the area.
Bloody hell. She needed to go out there and stop them, didn't she? That wouldn't be awkward at all.
Plus, there was the issue with the young man beside her. From his perspective, a bunch of tiny monsters appeared, started fighting each other (after getting attacked himself), and then bounced. So... there was an understandable amount of confusion going on. And the language barrier wasn't going to help. Even if Honoka wanted to tell the young man the truth, she was pretty sure there wasn't a translator on this planet that could... actually, scratch that - most Digimon terms were in English for some unexplained reason. Still, she doubted that he would be able to believe her right off the bat.
"It's kind of hard to explain, honestly..." Honoka admitted, trying to speak slowly and concisely as possible. "The easiest way to explain them is... I guess you could call them... aliens?" It really was the best way Honoka could explain it. "So... they're aliens that come in all shapes and sizes, kind of like ((insert popular collectible monster franchisetm))..."
She really didn't want to leave him here all confused, but she couldn't afford to wait around any longer while the two Rookie-level Digimon went off and cause any more damage. She had a feeling that without her around, there would be a lot more damage to the surrounding areas than just a busted vase and some fallen flowers. Honoka began to head out the door, turning back to Dylan once more before she left.
"Umm... I know you must be really confused right now, but do you think you could just forget about what you just saw, please? There's somewhere I need to be, and it's best if you don't get yourself involved if you don't have any protection..." Plus, him being around would make it incredibly inconvenient for her. She didn't exactly want to explain why the flower shop girl could magically transform into a flower monster lady.
Still, if he wanted to follow, it wasn't like there wasn't anything she could do to stop him.
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Post by Dylan Loon and Shoutmon on Jul 1, 2020 22:01:37 GMT
"OK, I get it. So..." Even though Dylan managed to understand most of the concepts being introduced to him, and even some of the individual words, he felt like he couldn't quite wrap his brain around the reality of it. It didn't matter that he was witnessing it - it was still a bit far-fetched to him. Only half-joking, he began to ask, "If I wanted to catch one, how would-?" Maybe it was better for his reputation that he didn't finish such a stupid question before Honoka had to run. "Hey, wait!" He was alone in the shop now. Well, almost alone. "Looks like it's just you and me, bud," he muttered to his new cactus. Just outside, though, things were heating up. The Palmon cried, "Totemo Kusai Nioi!" Dylan recognized the word 'very,' but he didn't know that the other ones meant 'stinky stench.' What he did know was that out of the middle of her flower a cloud puffed out, a nasty-looking orange gas.
"Holy-!"
Oh, no, there was no danger to the surrounding area very far, but being near Shoutmon, or between the two, just then looked like a bad idea. As it floated toward Shoumon, the gas seemed to- disappear? It wasn't gradual but seemingly all at once. Nevertheless, Shoutmon began to bend over, coughing and hacking. "Ack- agh, urrrrrrgh..." One of his hands fell on his knee as he apparently struggled to stay upright. "No- I can't... go down... like this..." He fell over dramatically on his side, his free hand clutching at the dirt. "My greatest rival-! You've bested me..." At this point it was pretty clear Shoutmon was being melodramatic, but it wasn't immediately clear why he was or why the tip of his mic stand flowing a faint yellow? Palmon stood over him, confused. She won? Really? It was a good thing, sure, but she thought he was more- "Feedback Blast!" The coughing stopped as soon as Shoutmon swung his mic at Palmon's head. It missed - but his attack didn't. She ducked back, but in its arc it released the very same gas that the flower had earlier! As the cloud consumed her, it did not quickly dissipate. Her coughs were much more realistic, and when she crumpled to the ground, she stayed there. Shoutmon went on to use his mic to bear weight and hoist himself back up in one smooth motion.
He'd look to Honoka and smirk. "Pretty cool, huh?" It was a question, but it wasn't really a question. He was bragging. Well, the boy had to get outside now. After stuffing his cactus into one of his guitar case' pockets, he powerwalked toward the door. Shoutmon saw him coming and met him there, already giving the boy a high-five before he can think to reject in. At the same time his other hand was held out for Honoka. "Huh? Huh? Come on. Come on, that was sweet. Admit it," he coaxed her. Did he completely forget he wasn't supposed to be seen by people?
Totemo Kusai Nioi: Palmon releases a cloud of noxious gas to deal poison damage.
Feedback Blast: This digimon uses his microphone to absorb a damaging ranged ability and sends the same attack back at its user. The reflected attack is sent back with all its additional effects still applying to the original user but at somewhat reduced damage (if the original attack had a damage boost, the reflected attack is sent back without it). Champion attacks are diffused and not reflected, being too much data to store for the mic. Cooldown: 3 posts.
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