Photographs [Nanami/YsReq 1.6]

Omen was fairly certain there was a non-negligible part of her that felt really fuzzy right now. Not upset. Fuzzy. That was probably the best phrase to describe that. Calm down. It's probably fine. Probably It had to be! ...Why else would you just kiss someone on the cheek?

...

I really don't know!

Oh, right. Mocha took photos. Omen blinked a few times as she looked on. "...I mean. They're great photos of yourself, but they don't really show the scenery at all...Also, I think my aunt said she was going to personally fight whoever submitted a photo of them flipping the bird. But, I don't know the certainty of that..."

Then again, who wouldn't get lost in jumping in the sky to take a picture of a city on the ground? It was kind of understandable. "That's okay. And that should be easy, I know pretty much everywhere in the city! That I've been to." The blessing of an eidetic memory meant that you never get lost when you remember exactly where you had been.

And then Mocha dabbed off into the sunset (not really, she just jumped off the roof to try finding Cream. There were probably a few ways to explain how. But they were unimportant), which left Omen alone with Nanami.
"...Um. We don't have to take the stairs down--I can try digivolving again and getting us down. Granted, I...don't know how to take on that form outside of a fight and I don't really wanna fight anything right now." That'd be bad. "It's up to you, though. I think I'm fine with either option."

Did Nanami have any insight to add there? What choice would be made?

It was times like these that Omen was truly uncertain as how to proceed, because having a photographic memory does not really prepare you for the super mundane situations in life like having to figure out if taking the stairs was better than just jumping down. But, whatever Nanami had to say? Omen felt like it'd be worth considering. After all, they were fairly close. They had spent so much time together that it wouldn't really be remiss to say that they were like a mercenary duo. Or partners.

...

That'd be nice. Nonetheless, Nanami seemed to have an idea, which prompted the Wispmon to tilt her head before her ears flattened at the headpat. "They don't, no...I mean, no more than most Digimon do. I mean, Cream gets to look like a cool angel, Mocha turns into a rabbit..." But offering up her D3 to try helping her? That was...selfless. More than Omen had ever anticipated.

Of course, one had to remember that Omen was a rather youthful soul despite being able to access higher forms. Omen regardless would nod. "Okay. I'll try, I can't guarantee anything'll happen, but...I'll try." For you.

The Wispmon would close her eyes and focus inward, drawing upon memories both good and bad, and with the placebo effect? It helped. What also help was the fact that the good was outweighing bad right now.

Unlike the prior times that Nanami had watched Omen digivolve into Teumesmon, there wasn't an eruption of fire consuming the Wispmon. There was nothing violent. The flame on her stomach simply encompassed her like a blanket, before her form outside of her cloak became bathed in white, what was originally half Nanami's height became a lot more than that, as Teumesmon finally stood.

No fight to fight. No fear to overcome. The fox opened her eyes.

"I...I think I did it? You were taller a few seconds ago..."

Trick or not, Omen had figured out at least one way to become something more than just a Wispmon. It wasn't the same as being upright with four limbs like with a holosuit, no, far from it, but she thought it was nice to have now.

It did not really prepare her for everything that came after that evolution, however. "A-Am I?" Omen spoke, puzzled before Nanami wrapped her arms around the fox's head, the critter closing her eyes and nuzzling her head against Nanami as best as she could. "Well there's probably like...one or two things I can't do, but I haven't found any yet, so I don't care about them right now..." Nevermind that. "I think you're the greatest, though. I mean, you helped me get here, right?"

Even if nothing had happened with the Digivice, Omen still felt like Nanami was a huge help in this.

"I'll tell you what I thought of on the way down." The fox decided, before she just lowered her body. "C'mon, let's go. I wanna see how I can get down from here and I'm feeling juuust a bit impatient!"

She was waiting for Nanami to climb on her back, and once the girl had done just that? Omen'd get up, and leap off the roof, landing on a lower roof before she'd leap again and land on her feet at the foot of the building...s! It was probably going to be a quick, yet sudden trip down!

That statement had actually reminded Omen about something her mom told her once. It was quite clear in her head--She had called her the greatest, and while she did deny the claims at first, much like Nanami did?

She did give a similar answer. She had only been great because of the people around her. The people she deemed loved ones. "...That's exactly it." Omen told Nanami. The Teumesmon was warm to the touch, seeming to hold a perfected control over her flames. And, despite the fact that it was a very swift and adrenaline-filled ride to the ground, Omen found herself surprisingly calm.

No anger to fall into. No rage to take out. It let her focus. Especially since SOMEONE WAS JUST RIDING HER BACK WITH NO HANDS. "Hold on, hold on, oh my Homeostasis hold on!" It was not a mistake that was going to be paid for, no, but the fox did wish her friend well enough that she would not allow her to fall. At least, not if she had anything to say or do about it!

"I might know a place. Maybe!" Omen replied to Nanami as the fox darted off, still with her rider in tow! Her destination was pretty simple--While they had been at the top of a department store, that wasn't QUITE something that was filled with Ysian scenery. The building was in the architectural style, but they wanted to win this, right? ...So, they had to go deeper!

"Aha! Flower shop sighted!" It wasn't really just any sort of flower shop, though. There were CRYSTALLINE FLOWERS visible from the front as Omen skidded to a smooth and not at all sudden stop! The non-plant-looking flowers seemed to be a perfect mix between crystalline petals and...you know. Biological matter, but it was still likely very odd for anyone used to how floral shops usually were!

"...Sooo...Do you think we can take a picture with these? Like, facing outside from the inside so we can get the scenery?"

Despite how reckless the two were being, it was pretty hard to deny that they were, in fact, having fun. What was wrong with that? Absolutely nothing. Especially since nobody was getting hurt.

Omen's choice of destination was really only influenced by one thing. It looked pretty, so it would end up serving as the perfect place to shoot some more photos to go submit to the people that she had to submit them to.

Granted...Uh. Omen forgot who to give them to. One of her aunts? Probably? "They are! I do wish I knew a bit more about what they were..." Nanami then turned to the vendor, who was...a SnowAgumon! A particularly meek-looking one, with the rare addition of opposable thumbs. That's right, motherfuckers.

This was not your average SnowAgumon. This was...!

One from 2006.

Either way, the snowy lizard tilted his head. "Sure? It really isn't my place to tell you where to take photos of if it's for the contest--nor is it my boss'. But go nuts, kiddos." He nodded his head, sagely.

They probably had the okay! "...Sorry for the sudden request, Weiss." Wait, Omen KNEW THIS SNOWAGUMON? "Oh, please! Do not waste time with apologies, Lady Omen. Win that contest for your friend."

Omen looked to Nanami! "We have the okay!" DEFINITIVELY now! ...Now, the better question was, where would they even take the photo?

While Omen had spoken to Weiss once, the only reason he even knew she was royalty? She mentioned Hikaru was her grandfather. Big mistake, Omen! Speaking of the Teumesmon, however, she paid a careful eye towards Nanami arranging some of the crystalline fauna. "Agreed--they shine really nicely when you put them near light, natural or unnatural. And...I thought it was a nice touch."

She wasn't good for it given her tail plus her forearms...But, enough dwelling. Omen snapped out of it to find herself surrounded by sparkles! "...Preeetty..." The Teumesmon uttered in a bit of Rookie-like wonder. "You have a knack for this. I am calling it now."

Omen then took a moment to think. "Well...Maybe one with you and me in this form? Nobody's really gotten a picture of me in this one yet, but I know Aunt Yui got one of me as Wispmon with my aunt Fuu. So...Not many know of this." She nodnodded. "So, let's try making it look like...something princesses would take? Does that make sense?" The Teumesmon tilted her head.

Compliment successful? Compliment successful. That was what mattered to Omen! "Well, the thing is that that clashes directly with what I know about princesses here. Here princesses blow their enemies up, say super cool speeches, and also have really nice portraits of themselves somewhere! I can't do any of these yet, so we gotta settle for the portraits."

There was a disclaimer that had to be made here that Omen didn't really know any princesses outside of the Ysian royal family, which she was a part of, apparently. The Teumesmon would watch Nanami basically make a tiara of crystalline flowers, and placed it on her head. The fox sort of...Hm.

She didn't know how to feel about it, but... "Well, I guess I'm a princessier princess." She decided. "So, I've got an idea. I'll just sit next to you and try looking super stoic--like one of the Royal Knights, and you can put on whatever face you want!"

And just like that, the Teumesmon would pretty much sit down on her hind legs, doing the single most regal pose she could think of while being limited to...you know, a quadrupedal form. It was easy to look stoic given there was a lack of emotion on the Teumesmon's face outside of most circumstances, too. "...Snap the photo whenever you're ready. Or...uh."

She looked over to the shopkeep. "Hey, Weiss, would it be asking too much if you could take the photo?"

The SnowAgumon took a moment, before shaking his head. "No, not at all! Just lend me the camera whenever you're prepared." He would state, giving a thumbs up before moving over to the two to accept the photo-taking device whenever ready.