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Nanami Hanabana
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Post by Nanami Hanabana on Jun 2, 2021 23:12:39 GMT
"I'll have you know that I'm..." Oh no! She had been in the Digital World for so long she had stopped counting the days! Was she still thirteen? Was she fourteen now? Now what was she supposed to say! She had to say something, though! She was here supported Omen, so she had to look smart and tough and stuff! "I'm... um... I'm way older than twelve! I'm practically an adult already!" And to exemplify her maturity, she stuck her tongue out at the Fakemon.
"Corpses can have treasure on them, too!" Nanami plainly stated in defiance of the Fakemon. "And it's better to find corpses and stuff than to leave them rotting here in some cavern! And if people are dying for it, then it means that it's that much more important to find treasure, or else all those people would have died for nothing!" A bit morbid, yet surprisingly optimistic words came from the little girl's mouth. "And the real treasure isn't the treasure! The real treasure is getting the treasure!" Admittedly, keeping the treasure was nice, too.
Then Omen attacked Fakemon, only to get thrown back for Nanami to catch the Wispmon! That wasn't very good! But... all they had to do was get the treasure, right! "I've got a plan!" Nanami whispered as she held the Wispmon in her arms. "I'll distract Fakemon, and you go get the rocks on his belt! Then we run away!"
Could Omen just Digivolve and fight the baddy here and now? Probably. Omen was her friend, so she definitely knew that Omen would be able to win, levels-be-damned, but with Nanami being here, it just meant that she'd likely get in the way and get Omen hurt. And Nanami didn't want to see her friend get hurt when they could just as easily run away, no matter how mean this Fakemon seemed. So Nanami set the Wispmon down, spun around on her heels, and marched right up to the Fakemon.
"Hey, it's not nice to bully Omen like that!" Nanami cried out angrily. She put her hand out... and began to wag her finger at the Fakemon. "We've been trying to be really nice to you, and you've been nothing but mean to us, so you should stop being mean and apologize! If you do, then we'll apologize for scratching your mask!" She put her hands on her hips and glared up at the Fakemon directly in front of her.
...Was this gonna be distracting enough? All she was doing was saying what was on her mind. You know, other than the fact that she was trying to distract the treasure keeper.
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Post by Omen, Chaddest of Chads on Jun 27, 2021 4:37:38 GMT
For all of Nanami's efforts to try intimidating Fakemon, it simply was not doing anything to them. They stared towards her. "No, at that point it's only garbage. Nothing anyone would want outside of a murderer. But the caves have already claimed so many. What's two more?" It mused. Despite Nanami's optimism, the morbid nature of her words was always something that had been able to catch Omen off guard, the Wispmon looking at her with an expression that read 'are you okay? ' more than anything. The Fakemon, though? The Fakemon just...stared. There was probably some merit to her words. They just could not find it. Or were they ever able to in the first place? Omen looked up to Nanami as she was held, before she whispered back. "Those rocks? They...kind of look like Digimentals...At least what my mother's told me about them. So...I'm with your plan. And I'm ready whenever you are." That was not an understatement. In the slightest. As Nanami went and proceeded to unload the Nanami iteration of the Navy Seals Copypasta, Omen would wait. It was, again, unlikely that the Fakemon would even see reason given they were...you know. Stuck here. In the caves? For so long? Anyone would go mad at such a thing, really. "Riddle me this, then. Did I -ask?-" Fakemon snapped their fingers in an overtly sassy manner, and...well, that was the point in time where Omen had decided to act. The Wispmon suddenly launched herself at the Fakemon, her head slamming right near where the Digimentals were being held, and, with enough force to dislodge them! The surprise attack was enough to send Fakemon stumbling back, as they were speechless. The sheer audacity of such a thing! That wasn't really audacious at all, but still! "Grab the red one!" Omen called out as she landed right on her feet and jumped for the blue one! ...And promptly faceplanted on top of it. Wow, that was actually pretty lame. "...Why are you sullying my eyes like this? I should stab you for that. Screw you. I'm gonna unwisp your 'mon, thank you very much." Just as Fakemon pulled out a -VERY- real knife that's ABSOLUTELY part of it's moveset that totally exists (it doesn't, this is really just for dramatic effect!) Omen would mutter something about energizing. And be enveloped in a warm, green light, one that would quickly subside to reveal...another Fakemon! This one was way shorter than the meaner one, was green, and in fact...was the same height as Nanami! How short. "Oh gosh, I...have arms?" The Omen'd Fakemon looked at her newfound limbs, seeming to already be used to them to a degree...Before she looked at the taller Fakemon, and promptly flipped the bird. Yep. Give a woman who lacks limbs limbs, and she will flip someone off, first thing. "...You armor digivolve and your first action is to flip the Birdramon. I don't want to live on this world anymore. I hate it here. Why. Who's mirror did I break to earn such cringeworthy acts being thrown in my face?" The shittier Fakemon bemoaned their situation. The remaining Digimental, a red and green sphere, lay undisturbed. The worse Fakemon was just...dumbfounded. [2595/3000]
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Nanami Hanabana
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Post by Nanami Hanabana on Jul 10, 2021 8:37:46 GMT
Whatever it was Nanami did, it seemed to work! After all, Omen got her hands on one of the eggs and managed to... actually have hands now! And she proceeded to use them in a way that totally reminded her of Mocha! Nanami couldn't help but snicker in response.
The FakeFakemon seemed to stunned to react, so Nanami followed it up by saying, "Well it's your fault for being so mean to us!" She stated as if it were obvious. "We were just trying to be nice and find some treasure in peace! But then you started saying a whole bunch of stuff that made Omen kind of sad! And stuff that I totally, absolutely, 100% understood!" She puffed up her cheeks and pouted towards them defiantly. "So if you're mean to other people, then that means other people are mean to you! And that's why you don't have any friends!" She held out a finger towards FakeFakemon, but unlike Omen's it was her index finger, because Nanami was a good girl. "So this is your last chance! Stop being mean to us, or else we'll stop trying to be your friend!"
Truly, an ultimatum to shake up even the meanest of meanieheads.
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Post by Omen, Chaddest of Chads on Jul 11, 2021 5:50:20 GMT
Indeed, most of the Fakemon's cognitive behavioral power was spent trying to wrap their head around what just happened. The human was trying to make herself seem far more intimidating than she already wasn't, and then the brat slammed them, dislodged digimentals, and energized one to become a shorter replica of them before flipping the Birdramon.
It wasn't incorrect that...everything said to her did kind of make her sad. So the cooler Fakemon did end up lowering her hands, her extremely based and Omenpilled gesture coming to an end as she continued to stare at this creature who wasn't even really good enough to be her fake. "You obviously didn't understand enough." The Fakemon flipped the knife in their hand before they threw it at Nanami, only for Omen to quite literally spring up to catch it!
"I have a correction to make. That -was- your last chance." Omen stated! Quite plainly, too. Was it even worth beating this person up, though? Or was it better to just piss off on out of here? "So, because my best friend is a bit too nice to say it, I'm gonna just say it for her! Screw you, your mom, your dad, your grandma, your grandpa, your partner, your ancestors, and finally, most of all, above all else and everything else? Fuck you, dude. I don't know why you're stuck here but you kind of deserve it, and you know what? Your eggs are mine because that's how treasure works, go fuck yourself." This was all said in the best approximation of Mocha's voice.
Omen then did a number of things. First, she threw the knife back at the Fakemon, who was still...pretty stumped on how to react, though a knife to an ultimate is...not really that effective--it's basically just a basic attack, but also this isn't a super serious combat thread. Does it matter? Probably. Does the writer care?
...Nah.
The Fakemon would then sprint for the second Digimental, swiping it up before she ran up to Nanami and handed it to her. "Your treasure." And then! She'd take Nanami's hand if allowed, and, to put it in as few words as can be?
Goddamn booked it! Out of the room!
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Nanami Hanabana
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Post by Nanami Hanabana on Jul 11, 2021 6:26:20 GMT
Oddly enough, it wasn't the first time Nanami had sharp objects thrown towards her, but unlike the last time, she didn't think that she was going to become really good friends with this particular Digimon that just tried to murder her. In fact, her mind idly was idly wondering what Mu-kun was up to right about now. Oh, but there was this dangerous and bad Digimon throwing knives and being overall really unpleasant! Nanami was about to give them another piece of her mind, but it seemed like Mocha had beat her to the punch!
But wait, Mocha wasn't here! It was Omen using Mocha's voice to metaphorically flay the skin off this doodie-head. Nanami couldn't help but smile a bit as she felt just a bit warmer when she heard her partner's voice. It was fun being with Omen, but she didn't think that she wanted to travel without Mocha and Cream anymore. Omen was the greatest, but even Nanami was able to realize that by herself she was just dragging Omen down. And besides, it's better to do stuff with a bunch of your friends, right? So she took Omen's hand, sticking her tongue out at the FakeFakemon and crying out, "I bet your mom's really ashamed of you! And that's why you'll always be alone here!" She then followed the fleeing Fakemon with their daring escape, having successfully robbed some asshole after breaking into their home. Twice, technically. But after they managed to get some distance, Nanami couldn't help but take a break to catch her breath. The little girl wasn't exactly known for her stamina. But she took the time to pick up a rock, then scratch into the wall.
Meenee ahead! Be prapared to get insolted a bunch of times and get nives throne at you! - Nanami and Omin, 20XX
((Good enough for an exit on my end))
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Post by Omen, Chaddest of Chads on Jul 11, 2021 6:55:12 GMT
It was a very frantic escape considering the Fakemon could be heard screaming behind them as the day's weirdest duo of heroines ran for their lives within the otherwise...labyrinthine caverns. It was...strange.
In any other circumstance, Omen would've been fine with being alone. With doing this alone. With going through that alone, yet...every time she was with Nanami, it was different. She didn't think it'd be good to leave her to do any of this on her own. It perplexed her.
Omen took a look at what Nanami had scratched into the wall, and decided to scratch in an addendum of her own.
I stabbed them because bitch had it coming. Should you encounter this individual, kick them between the legs. This is a decree from Princess Mide of the Royal Halidom of Ys.
It took a bit to scribe that.
"...Let's go home. I wanna wave my hands at people and get out of here and use my hands."
[3130/3000]
[The End.]
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Post by Spire on Jul 11, 2021 7:25:02 GMT
Armor Hunt Approved!
Omen gets the digimentals! Nanami gets 500 bits for 10 posts!
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