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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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Maia
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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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