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Post by Yuko Himura on Oct 20, 2020 9:14:23 GMT
As the group of Digimon made their way to the pinball machine, the question of who would play first was posed. The Vilemon seemed eager to get right to it, stopping their music and climbing on top of one another’s shoulders in order to reach the machine’s height. Omen needed no such crutch thanks to the absolutely broken ability to float, quickly calling dibs.
“Oh, isn’t that funny?” Jokermon smiled widely and creepily. “And how do you plan to play when you have no hands? Hmm? Do you even know how to play? Hmm?” The demonic clown asked, crossing his lanky arms in front of his chest and leaning over the smaller Wispmon.
While that was going on, Maia observed how their Digimon seemed to be getting along. “Strangely enough, Jokah gets along with anyone who’s not a holy Digimon or a Royal Knight… he can somehow tell which Rookies will eventually evolve into Knights.” Yuko said, sitting next to the blonde foreigner.
The delinquent girl briefly contemplated which roulette number to pick, before finally making up her mind. “Thirteen, fourteen, fifteen… Those sound like lucky numbers.” She said, placing some of her bits on the betting table. She figured it would be wise not to gamble her entire budget away in one spin.
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Post by Maia on Nov 2, 2020 3:22:50 GMT
Ah yes, exactly what Kuu was after. Omen's heart. Possibly to eat. Possibly, for friendship. Considering the spiciness of the Wispmon, it was more likely to be friendship. If the whole digimon was a creation of the spiciest things, Kuu could only imagine that the heart would be the spiciest part! But, surely, blocking someone was the ultimate form of friendship.
One thing here had to be illegal, though. And that was Omen's lack of dessert. "New law, you get a ton of dessert today, so you get all the extra dessert!" Where was this dessert coming from? Who really knew. "But, you gotta share with me." So much for 'all' the dessert, huh?
"Definitely four. Probably, maybe, at least." Numbers were a myth anyway, surely. Kuu was infinite. Just like everyone else in this room! Even the tamers that were going to gamble and do things!
Plus, four could totally beat Jokermon's one, right? Aside from the fact that he was actually notably larger, and there was physically only one Omen and one Kuu. While Kuu was all on-board with Omen going first, Jokermon seemed to maybe want to be first, himself! Or, he was bullying Omen. But Jokermon was super nice! He would never do that! Ever! "I can be one hand!" Kuu suggested, but his eyes glistened as a new idea came to mind. "Or we can both cling to one of your hands, and you help us to the buttons!" Oh no. Jokermon, how will you save yourself?
Or, would he think this was somehow a great idea?
Gambling was, by far, the better idea here. Which meant Yuko and Maia were doing great! Except, the gambling hadn't really started yet! "Good choices," the blonde hummed, mulling over her own decisions. So many numbers! What felt lucky? "I'll pick nineteen, twenty, twenty two, and twenty three."
Maybe one of their numbers would be a winner!
"Hopefully, he gets along with holy beasts," the tamer mused, throwing a glance at Kuu. Kudamons, themselves, were holy beasts! "No holy knight in him, though." From what she'd seen at least! It was no surprise, based on just the story of Wendigomon, that Jokah and purity didn't really seem to mesh!
The wheel would soon be spun, and while the tamers waited for their numbers to either win or fail, Mai would keep the conversation rolling. "It sounds like you two have been partners for a long time, haven't you?" Maybe she was wrong, but the punkish tamer seemed to be pretty unamazed at the digital world, and her partner's antics!
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Post by Omen, Chaddest of Chads on Nov 28, 2020 5:03:24 GMT
"That isn't all the dessert." Omen, or, as some may know her in another life, Captain Obvious, was quick to realize the conundrum within Kuu's terms. Luckily, altruism was something you could get from your parents if you were a Digimon.
So.
"But that's fine. I was going to feed you anyways. You are...slender. It's worrying. You're nice and I don't want you to get slapped in half in one hit." Omen had to actually give thought. It'd likely be easier for them to each be on one side of this...In fact. "I call left, you do whatever you want with right." Yes, perfect.
That would be the most genius plan of action.
Of course, her answer to Jokermon was simple. "Easy. Ensure the ball doesn't fall to the bottom once launched using the paddles operated by buttons. Tilt the machine if you dare. There is no real winner. Only big numbers. I like big numbers." She nodded a few times.
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Post by Yuko Himura on May 30, 2021 10:55:59 GMT
Yuko seemed extremely pensive, quietly contemplating Maia’s question for what felt like ages - perhaps even months! No, the latter was definitely a hyperbole. Time was an illusion anyway. Eventually, she replied. “Two years. That’s how long Jokah and I have been partners. We’ve been through too many wild adventures to count. It feels surreal at times…” She admitted with an elongated sigh. “I’m supposed to figure out what I wanna do with my life in the real world soon enough, yet I’m also getting myself into life-threatening situations in the Digital World on a regular basis. Which thing am I supposed to prioritize?” She wondered.
Distracted by her own reverie, the teenage Tamer hadn’t even realized that the ball had stopped moving, until a roulette dealer of open-ended Digimon species politely pointed it out with a discreet cough. As soon as she beheld the results, Yuko’s heavily-pierced face lit up. “Woohoo! Lucky thirteen! We win these!” She exclaimed in an elated manner, as the dealer pushed a hefty pile of gaming chips towards her side of the table.
Meanwhile, the two Rookie-level Digimon were determined not to let their lack of usable limbs stop them (even Kuu’s arms were too small to operate a pinball machine). How were they gonna circumvent their defective anatomies, you ask? By commandeering Jokermon’s limbs, of course! “Hey, I object to this! I’m a KING, not a servant!”
Assuming that the two impish foxes ignored the Clown Prince’s protests and did what they wanted anyway, the latter would begrudgingly insert some bits into the machine, which started playing music that could be described by people above the 25 year-old demographic as ‘nostalgic’ and ‘retro’. “You’re right, little Wispmon, this looks like a piece of cake! I just have to hit the ball hard with these doohickeys and let it bounce a few times against those thingamabobs. Big numbers, come to Daddy!”
Unfortunately, the demonic jester got so caught up in his arrogance, he let the ball slip past the paddles, costing him the game. His confident smile immediately turned into an exaggerated scowl. “What tomfoolery is this?! How in the Sea of Blood am I supposed to catch the ball if it falls smack dab between my two thingamajigs?! Pinball is stupid!” He ranted. No, he wasn’t salty, YOU were salty!
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Post by Maia on Jun 7, 2021 3:45:38 GMT
Time truly was an illusion. It didn't seem like Maia had noticed the pause that may or may not have lasted months in some other realm. After all, it was hard to keep track of things like friendships. Or, whatever Yuko and Jokah had. "That's a pretty long time." Considering how many people the blonde had met, that had practically dropped off the face of both digital and human worlds, two years was a decent span to stay together.
She didn't really want to think too much on all the faces that she'd forgotten over the years. Or the ones that she couldn't.
The next question seemed easy enough to answer, though! In the form of another question, duh. "What do you want to prioritize?" Maybe it felt like a way to brush off giving a finite response, but Mai gave a small shrug at the thought. "You don't really have to commit to either world. But, you kind of get both as places of opportunity." Be that a real job in the human world, or fighting monsters as an adventurer in the Digital! "I used to worry about that a lot too."
Blue eyes cast the the roulette table shortly before the winner was obvious. And, just before the vague species of Digimon made its very subtle cough, she gave a small smile. "But, now I'm the owner of a casino. Life sorts itself out, I think."
While it was a shame the blonde hadn't won, it was awfully hard to sulk knowing that at least her new acquaintance had! "Especially if you're always that lucky." Who would have thought someone would win at the table on their first game? Well, at least nobody could call the game rigged!
The chips slid across the table, while clearly jealous other-unnamed-Digi-species groaned. Shame they were extras, otherwise maybe they'd have a chance at winning a bunch of chips instead! ...Even though an external site had been used to dictate the winning number, and it was not actually because these were people giving off main-character-energy or anything!
"Might be a bit early to ask, since this is your first win," the girl started, while debating if she wanted to play another round. "But, how are you enjoying the casino so far?"
One could probably safely assume that Yuko was going to like it more than a commandeered Jokah! Luckily, first, there was talk of something far more important than pinball. Dessert. "It probably isn't, but I'm sure it's kind of close to all the dessert!" No. No, it wasn't close at all to any of the dessert. But, Omen had a point. He was quite slender. Almost as if he was a noodle fox! "We're best friends now, okay?" Anyone who was willing to share dessert to keep the fox from being slapped in half was bestie material. That was certain.
And, now it was time to get on with Jokah's suffering!
"It'll be fun! I promise!" Would Omen promise, too? Kuu really hoped so! The fox would leap up, and wrap himself around Jokah's right arm, and hoped that Omen's tail granted her good clinging powers for the other. Or... however Omen planned to control it. Kuu was just really clingy, over all. "Onward!"
Kuu was really good at testing his luck, wasn't he?
For a moment, he'd just nod along with Omen's instructions of pinballs, occasionally giving affirmative sounds. "I like big numbers too! They're the best." Just like this friendship. Definitely the best. It even gave him extra hands to control.
But, maybe control wasn't on any of their sides! Or, 'helping' Jokah totally jinxed him! One moment, they were doing great! The next, they lost! Oh no! "You should'a tilted the machine more," the fox sagely advised, and totally had not ripped the idea of machine tilts from Omen's earlier instructions. "We can always try again!" Wasn't that the fun in pinball? Just constantly playing until someone wanted to actually break the machine and fully rage quit? Jokah was raging, but maybe not quite at ragequit stage! Right?
Alternatively, the fox would peek at the score. It was... kind of high, right? "I think that's a big enough number that we can ask for a celebration cake. What do you guys think?" Did Omen and Jokah like cake? "Do you have favorite flavors of cake? I just like all the cakes." All the cakes truly were the best cakes! But, did anyone else even think this was a score worth celebrating?
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Post by Omen, Chaddest of Chads on Jun 27, 2021 1:34:26 GMT
Hm. Hm. A quick analysis of the machine revealed that it could've just been tilted a bit to allow the ball leverage to move to the direction of one of the flippers. So, really? Kuu was right. "Sometimes, it is like that." Omen noted, not in a tone of callous neutrality, but a matter of fact one.
Omen then looked to Kuu. "Well, I've got a best friend already, but...Two would be nice. Promise." Emoting was tough. So, Omen had to settle for sounding like this prospect made her really happy!
"I kinda like chocolate cake, if I'm being honest...But we should try again before we do any cake. Jokah might need to take a bit of a break--I don't want him to get angry over something so small...But we'll still need up. Hey, Farfarello, could you come help us? Pretty please?"
She was otherwise ready to try rocking this damn machine. YUP!
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Post by Yuko Himura on Jun 27, 2021 9:45:15 GMT
Yuko pondered the blonde foreigner’s words, particularly the part about not having to commit to either world. “Hmmm… Well, here’s the thing. It’s not like I have to commit to one world more than the other, I just kinda do it subconsciously. The ‘real’ world is boring and filled with contradictions, while the Digital one is much more simple.” A snicker escaped the delinquent’s pierced lips. “Heh, imagine that! A world filled with fire-breathing, talking lizards is somehow easier to swallow than our own reality!”
In order to take her mind off her existential dilemma, the teenage Tamer decided to savor her spoils, wrapping her arms around her mountain of chips like a dragon protecting its treasure hoard. “Yeah, I’m having fun. This casino is pretty bitchin’!” She said with a shit-eating grin, before her elated expression gave way to a look of confusion. “Wait a minute… You OWN the casino?! I thought you said you didn’t know who the owner was.”
Meanwhile, Omen was trying her best to console a still seething Demon King, proposing that he stopped playing if it made him angry. A healthy suggestion, to be fair. “Fine, you can ask that useless Vilemon for help. Only someone without a brain could tame this stupid machine!” The salty clown said, crossing his arms in front of his chest and pouting deeply.
“Farfarello loves to help!” The Vilemon happily claimed the spot previously occupied by its abusive master, its big, deformed mouth curving into a smile. “What can Farfarello do for you, Queen?” It asked Omen, its cheeks flushing a distinct shade of pink. Not even a mother could love such a hideous face, and yet, this Vilemon was presently beaming with pure joy.
Jokermon raised a bewildered eyebrow. “‘Queen’?” He mumbled under his breath.
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Post by Maia on Jul 11, 2021 5:29:22 GMT
It was pretty easy to empathize with Yuko's thought pattern. "Makes sense to me. I usually pick the Digital World, too." 'Usually' might be a bit of an understatement, really. She could count on one hand how many time's she'd been back to the human world in recent months. Clearly, the number wasn't very large! She had to agree that it was funny that such a strange world was easier than the one they came from, though! "Crazy, right?" Crazy indeed. Maybe that meant the human world could go for some improvements. Perhaps they, too, needed fire-breathing talking lizards.
The blonde smirked at her coin-hoarding acquaintance. "Glad you think so." The reason for such gladness was pretty obvious seconds later, considering where the conversation went! There was a pause, and Mai lifted her hands in a casual shrug. "In my defense, I said I didn't see them, which wasn't really wrong! She didn't see herself! "Also, I may have been planning to introduce you to the cat that does the bookwork instead." Way to throw Viza under the bus! "Just in case you were crazy, or something."
Mai didn't want to deal with crazy people trying to become buddy-buddy just because of the casino, after all!
With Kuu around, everyone surely had all the crazy they really needed in life! And Omen seemed more than willing to include this craziness into hers! At first, the fox scrunched his nose at the thought of her already having a best friend. Like, who did that kind of thing? Kuu was bestest best friend material, okay? People should wait for him before getting their own best friend!
But! Then he was made aware of a second opening in this best friend position, and he was allowed to have it! "I will be the best second-best-friend ever," he whispered, voice full of determination. Best [second] friends forever! "I guess it's fair though, cause Mai's my first best friend too." Great that was an afterthought! How quick was he to forget that he, too, already had a best friend?
Kuu would nod along with the talk about waiting on cake. But, as a mostly irrelevant background Digimon in a waiter's outfit passed the group, the pipefox loudly whispered, "chocolate caaaake," at the worker, who increased their pace to hurry away from the pinball group. Nobody could blame them for that, honestly. But, they'd better come back with cake later!
For now, though! It was time to get back on the road with this pinball machine! The rookie nodded along with everything that was currently going on, before prepping to try to help the best he could at winning the pinballs! Though, he had to pause at the title granted to Omen by the Vilemon that had been summoned for assistance. Yellow eyes stared at the creature, giving a sniff, before looking at Jokah accusingly. "Why's she get to be a queen if I can't be a princess?" Serious answers, only! Or, probably any answers. Kuu wasn't picky as long as he was acknowledged.
Though after the tiniest of pauses, the Kudamon let out a dramatic gasp, while trying to jab a paw at Omen, then at Jokah. "Wait! Did you two get married?" They'd just met! This didn't look like love at first sight! Unless Kuu didn't understand what that looked like. "Why didn't you guys invite me? I make a great ring wearer!" Bearer, Kuu. Ring Bearer. Also, no, he wouldn't. He would have literally eaten them! And they still didn't have cake! What wedding was complete without something like that? Jeez!
Luckily, the pinball machine would prove to be a great distraction once again! After some wins, losses, and not nearly enough tilting of the machine, it would be time to move onto cake! Finally, after far too much time had passed, to the point that plenty of casino-goers had left and been replaced with new faces, it seemed that Kuu and Omen (and maybe a stray Vilemon or so) were left to their own devices. Which, no responsible creature probably should have permitted! But, that was fine. At the very least, Kuu was too full of cake to cause too much destruction before anyone would stop him, which ruined the idea of chaos in the casino.
All good things had to come to an end, however. Eventually, the pipefox would hear his tamer call. Ears perked, before flailing one of his paws at Omen. "I gotta go! But! Hang on!" As fast as a cake-bloated Kudamon could scuttle, the rookie scrambled off for a moment, before returning with a black playing card -- which would soon enough be identified as a pass for the Home Portal for the team! However Omen took the item, be it by tail or by Kuu stuffing it into the Wispmon's hood for safekeeping, it seemed a friendship was made!
And, after any delays that would normally be expected of offering entry to a team, and just Kuu being Kuu, the two would part ways for the day! Surely, they'd meet up for fun adventures another time!
[End.]
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