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Post by Kurumi on Jun 13, 2021 5:37:19 GMT
Sitting in the hot sand, hands lifted up to shield her eyes while a blonde girl stared up at the sun. The point in using her hand as a visor was relatively lost on this action, but that detail apparently slipped the young woman's mind. "Well, this is an issue," she mumbled to herself, while letting out a heavy sigh. She knew her daydreams could get intense, but this was a whole new level!
Since when did she actually get hot? Or see a whole goddamn desert and no reality?
"Therapist's gonna have a field day." No kidding! Was this even within that poor woman's paygrade? Rumi doubted it, honestly. She was pretty sure that she was above a therapist's paygrade in her natural state. Let alone with full-blown hallucinations now! God, they were going to throw her into a loony-bin.
How did this even happen? Everything seemed so fuzzy! The blonde had tripped over something and then...
Was she actually unconscious on the ground somewhere in Shibuya? At least that wouldn't stress the therapist out, so much as it would a random passerby. Shit like this could drive a girl to smoke.
Finally getting sick of her thighs burning on the sand, the teen heaved another sigh before standing up. Now, if this was just a daydream, she should be able to will it to be night time or something, right? A moment passed. And then another.
Then, a groan. No dice. So, that probably meant daydreams were out of the question. Which meant the most likely thing was being unconscious somewhere. Wonderful. "Not my issue, I guess." For now, at least. Just wait until she woke up, though! Once she did, it would be her problem! Likely a very large one, at that!
With no real directional skills in this mysterious land, the girl picked a random way and started walking. It wasn't like there was some purpose behind all of this! And, she probably couldn't die from traveling the desert in her dreams, or whatever this was, so it didn't really matter what she did! Though it took very little time to begin second-guessing this line of thinking. After barely twenty minutes, she was already starting to feel miserable!
But, before she could admit defeat, a building began to come into view in the distance. With any luck, it wasn't a mirage! Rumi wasn't really sure what she was going to do if it turned out the structure was fake! But, maybe she'd be able to find some sort of answer to what was happening around her, if she could make it that far!
"Please don't be fake," she uttered, trudging closer and closer to the objective. If she got there and it vanished, she was just going to scream. Screaming solved plenty of things, after all!
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Post by Manami on Jun 13, 2021 6:48:05 GMT
Luckily, the human’s journey wouldn’t be on her own for long! If there has ever been a situation that resonated with the Maiden’s Heart beating inside Manami, this was probably the textbook example of it! A lesser lifeform in dire need of help, and seemingly lost in an inhospitable land. She needed a savior, or a protector, or both! It was definitely a good and a lucky event that the Trickmon was around, because otherwise she might’ve been a victim of the errant groups of hostile digimons that roamed around.
Gently, her hat-like self began to slowly glide through the merciless currents of the desert, eventually managing to fall atop the blonde’s head with practiced carefulness. As her appearance suggested, Manami was a garment of most excellent fancy; she just felt good to wear, and her design was both lightweight and comfortable, all while providing a decent amount of protection from the sun’s rays and the merciless sand that would likely attempt to assault the poor human’s eyes due to the wind.
“Hey~!” Was the cheerful greeting she uttered. “Do you mind if I lend you a hand? I love helping puny humans! You look like you’ve seen better days, anyway. Maybe you devolved recently? But I’ve heard that humans can’t evolve…”
Yep; she was going on a tangent regarding her own conversation, and without anything prompting her! Luckily, the Trickmon could focus on the things that mattered fairly quickly. “Oh, yeah! I’ve also heard that humans can’t survive under extreme heat without water cuz they’re very wet inside or something, is that true? You’re not gonna die soon, are you?” She seemed to rummage on the crown of the top hat that was her body, before finally extending a canteen to the girl. “Here; Hopefully it’ll be good enough to prevent you from dying for the time being! I made the canteen myself. Ain’t it a quality product? I'm pretty proud of it.”
Other than the admittedly weird yellow, white and gray tri-colored pattern of the canteen’s leather, the craftsmanship seemed quite solid. “Namakemons give next to no data; had to harvest five or so to make something as simple as this one. Anyway! My name’s Manami. What’s yours?”
This would probably be a good start, right?
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Post by Kurumi on Jun 14, 2021 4:49:40 GMT
It had actually been a wonder, unbeknownst to the girl, that monsters hadn't sprung up and attacked yet! And, even with the introduction of a new character to this hallucination, it seemed that Rumi was still relatively safe! For now, at least.
Feeling something touch down on her head, and the sudden shade brought on by it, the blonde cast her eyes up, only to find herself staring at the brim of a hat. Oh, this was a lovely daydream piece to cope with her surroundings, wasn't it? And, it talked. Which definitely confirmed that this was not a real object. Either she was in the process of dying, or this was her mind's way of handling the heat. Why the hat had to talk, she wasn't so sure. But, it wasn't necessarily unwanted at this point, she guessed.
"Help away, I guess," she answered. It wasn't like she was going to complain if a hat wanted to save her from the sun and wind, right? "I've seen worse days, also," Rumi shrugged, while reaching up to touch the brim of the mystery hat, lightly pinching it between her thumb and index finger if permitted. "Could argue that evolution is how humans got to where they are," which was pretty shitty, in all honesty, "but I don't think they can regress in evolution?" There was a small pause before adding a mumbled, "it would explain some people, though."
Though, if people could evolve into hats that provided beverages, Rumi might be able to find a new purpose for them! Without even pausing to question the hat's offering, the blonde took the canteen that was almost as mysterious as the creature offering it. Except, not really. It was a pretty basic canteen, she thought. "People are very wet inside," the yellow-eyed girl confirmed, giving a small nod, while trying to ensure that the hat would not fall off. "If you stab them, for instance, red liquid pours everywhere." Yes. That was the example you wanted to give to a talking hat. Definitely.
"Might die soon, we'll find out, yeah?" Unenthused as ever, Rumi turned the canteen a bit in her hand, looking it over. "Thanks for the drink, though." She probably needed something like this, right?
Upon opening it... Maybe it wasn't quite the right drink for saving her from dehydration! A flame erupted from the mouth of the canteen, making the young woman freeze in her tracks momentarily. There was a small, "eehhhh," sound of contemplation from the back of the throat, while she assessed the product. "I hate to be the one to tell you this, but I get a feeling this drink isn't the kind that keeps people wet inside." It was either alcohol or gasoline. And, due to the flames, Rumi wasn't too keen on putting her face next to it to sniff it. Instead, she put the cap back on and began walking again. "Also, if this is gas, you're about to kill us both. Just want you to know it's your fault if it is." Important last words! Why?
In the next second, Kurumi shook the canteen violently, before uprighting it again. Would it have exploded if it were gas? Really, Rumi didn't know. But it had been an interesting experience all the same! Now, she popped the lid off of it again, waiting to see if flames burst forth. And... they didn't! Now, she had the opportunity to smell it and confirm that it was definitely alcoholic and most likely ingestible to human beings!
And, without much more thought, she took a drink. What was the worst thing that would happen, anyway? She died while drunk? Jeez, what a way to go. At least she wouldn't be sober, god forbid. "Definitely a fancy canteen. Wish I knew how to make one."
As they began to approach the structure in the distance, it began to look a little less... hopeful. Dried out plants clung to old-looking brick, and any door that may have sealed the entrance was long-gone. Ugh. People probably did not live here. Which, in one sense, was fine because Rumi wasn't a people-person. But also absolutely wasn't, considering she was hoping for some sort of assistance, even if this was a hallucination!
Then again, maybe that was the reason this talking hat had shown up.
"The fuck's a Namakemon, anyway?" Did it look like a canteen? With nothing to go on, she could only imagine many small canteens identical to this one, being merged together to make the size of the one she currently held onto! And that had suddenly re-combusted. Welp. Time to re-lid it. Probably for the best, anyway. She didn't want sand in her booze.
Names, though, huh? Weird choice for a name. Usually, Kurumi had a relatively set list of names that her daydream-characters had. Manami did not fall under that list. Ah well. She'd needed to expand on naming conventions anyway, so there was no point in renaming the hat. "No last name?" At least that would fall in line with her name choices for imaginary characters. Adding a surname was just too much effort. "I'm Kurumi." If Manami didn't have a last name, Rumi didn't need one either! "Rumi's shorter, if you'd rather."
Now that they were close enough that the duo would need to establish if they were actually going to venture into the ruins, Rumi began to peek around the edges of the structure. It seemed that the entrance led into a downwards staircase, but it didn't look particularly dark inside. Which probably meant that there were cave-ins on the roof. So, the place was sketchy. Fantastic. "Wanna explore the creepy building with me, Manami?" The hat was already on her head, so why not, really? Plus, it would be such a short-lived encounter otherwise! What daydream-character popped up for such a short time? It just wouldn't make sense!
"Also, gotta ask. Are you, like, from a cartoon or something? You don't really fit in with the stuff I normally see."
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Post by Manami on Jun 14, 2021 15:12:57 GMT
This human seemed to be fairly interesting, too! Most digimons didn’t bother to answer one of the questions in Manami’s typical barrages, let alone all of them! It was pretty easy to discern that she was pretty elated at the development! “Yay~! Don’t worry, puny human; I’ll lend you a hand like no one ever has!” With some luck, that wouldn’t mean she’d detach one of her hands and give them to the blonde, even though that was entirely possible. Considering how harmless as species humans were, the digimon permitted her newest acquaintance to touch her freely; the material that composed her body felt somewhat silky, but mostly nondescript. Even if she was felt thoroughly, whether her composition was cloth, metal, other materials, or a combination of them remained a mystery, even though the hat felt quite nice to the touch.
Of course, the Trickmon stared dumbfounded; understandably, as somebody completely ignorant regarding biology of living beings, the human girl might as well be speaking tongues. “Nuh-huh! I mean it as, actual evolution, you know?” She seemed pretty proud of knowing what the concept was about! “For example, right now I’m Tricky! But if I wanna, I can become Mirry, ExTy, or if I try real hard, even Hady. Humans… they always stay humans, you know? But that also means you can’t devolve, so maybe that’s good! Unless you can, then nobody told me about it.”
Truth to be told, being a human probably sucked big time, but Manami couldn’t take too much pity on lesser beings for factors they had no control over, right? Sides, if she wanted to be a heroine, that meant she had to help the destitute and defenseless, just like this girl! And that’s why she would become the most charitable digimon that has ever existed.
At least, it was a good thing that her cursory knowledge on the matter was accurate. Humans were very watery beings, so they could get dehydrated, just like Numemons! She didn’t remember who told her that, but it seemed like an easy fact to remember! “So, if you stab a human, they begin leaking red liquid? Is that like, their data? Do they die if they lose enough of it? Or do they use it for something else, maybe? Humans are definitely fascinating species, aren’t they?”
A nod followed being given the thanks for the canteen. “I hope you’re not dying, if that helps any! Most of the things I find on my trips end up dying fairly soon.” Most of them by Manami herself harvesting them, but that was a small detail! “No problem, though! This is one of my favorites! It’s called Kossuths’ Kiss or something like that. Hopefully you’ll like it too!”
Whoops, she had forgotten to tell her that she was supposed to shake the canteen first! Luckily, the young human managed to figure out the thing’s deal pretty quickly; it seemed like she was smart! She definitely deserved a thumbs up! “So? T’was good, wasn’t it? I can teach you how to prepare it if you want to make yours too!”
However, it seemed like the blonde’s interests were elsewhere! Not like that was a bad thing, though! Manami also loved to share that hobby, even though that one was a bit trickier for a human. They couldn’t harvest data, after all. “I can make you a canteen for you too! We just need to find five or so Namakemons and we should be set. I know a place where there’s something like a nest of them, so maybe we can give it a visit at some point! It should be fairly easy, unless you’d rather have your own made out from other stuff. Maybe we’ll find something soon-ish! We’re treading on a pretty fancy place, after all.”
Yep, this was definitely some sort of ruin, which means that it was also a den to harvest uncommon and rare-tier materials! At least if any of the rarer digimons were still here, that is. A detail in the grand scheme of things, but definitely something to keep into account. “Namakemons?” Manami parroted, evidently confused. “Never seen one? They’re small and are kinda like monmons, except not really. They’re clumsy and look like they’re a bit dumb! Basically, low-quality quarries even if they’re Adult level; you need a lot of them to create something even remotely useful. I kinda wanna create an assistant, even though I had no dice with the components just yet.”
Not like that was a very big deal, considering the Trickmon had pretty much all the time in the world to do whatever she wanted! Like pleasantries, for example. “Nope, no last names! I don’t have a lineage, or titles, or a family, so why would I have one?” Manami seemed to be pretty deep in thought for a second, then a wide smile overcame her features. “But I guess that if I wanted for my name to sound all fancy and stuff, I’d go with something like Manami Lucienne Johanna Chardelon El Nyx. But that’s a bit of a mouthful, isn’t it?”
So, Kurumi was the name! It seemed simple enough, and thankfully she didn’t seem to have any surnames either! “Nice to meet you, Ru-Ru!” In the end, she had gone with neither, but that was totally fine, wasn’t it? “I can do nicknames too, but no one ever gave me a nickname, so there’s that. From now on, we’re besties! Or, at least besties until you decide to go back to the filthy Human World or something. Not touching that place if I can help it!”
As it stood, their small journey of exploration seemed to be a go; the digimon nodded at the proposal enthusiastically. “Sure thing! I was harvesting materials anyway and this place seems like a potentially decent place to do it. What do you want from this place, Ru-Ru?”
She seemed pretty confused at the following question, though. “What’s a cartoon? Is it something from the human world?” Honestly, Manami had no idea. “I’m a digimon, so probably not unless there are digimons there too! What kinda stuff do you normally see, Ru-Ru? If it’s interesting enough, Maybe I could make stuff out of it!”
Always the enterprising mind, wasn’t she? Least to say, not all the things were fit to be converted into raw materials. Or… were they?
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Post by Kurumi on Jun 14, 2021 20:22:09 GMT
Was 'puny human' supposed to be an endearing term? Rumi really had to wonder. She was pretty puny, though. That was an undeniable fact. For now, she'd accept it. "The bar is pretty low, so I'm sure you will." Well, that was surely comforting! After all, how many people became a hat to shield her from the world? Quite a fancy hat, too. Rumi couldn't quite figure out what it was made of! But after a while, it began to seem a little weird to keep touching a stranger, so she'd stop attempting to assess whatever the hat was made out of. It's not like its consistency would have changed if she was willing to don it, after all. It could have probably been made of flesh and she'd just accept her fate at this point. Still better than no hat, right? Trying to understand quite where Manami was going with evolution was hard, though! "Man, I wish I could say I understood, like, any of that. But I don't get it." She was a hat but a trick, but a whatever-a-mirry-was, but a... Okay, Rumi gave up. She was used to nonsense, but this was ultra nonsense. Usually her daydreams came with explanations following mystery words. "Can you dumb it down a lot for me?" At this point, devolving even meant nothing to her! It seemed that what she thought was incorrect on it just being some sort of regression in monkey-ness! At least there was a topic that she could make sense of. Even if that might not actually be a good thing! "I don't know what data means in this context, but sure." The blonde supposed that if a program lost enough data from corruption or whatever, it ceased function and thus died. So however it was being used here was probably close enough. "I mean, they definitely die if they lose a lot of it. I think they can lose a bit under half of what they have before they do." Give or take. Rumi wasn't an expert on the topic, but it was a pretty safe guess! Plus, she watched a lot of horror movies. "I guess some people find uses for it though. There are stories of a Countess forever ago that bathed in blood because it kept her young-looking." Not that Rumi was so sure that tale was true! "She didn't live to be particularly old, so can't say if it really helped that much." Should she be telling stories like that to a hat that could potentially murder her? Probably not. But, it was far too late now! Just like she wasn't entirely sure if she should take comfort in Manami hoping she wasn't dying, if most creatures around her seemed to have short lifespans! "Do they die because you're hanging out with them in a desert, or...?" This was really a situation where Rumi probably shouldn't get an answer, but sought one anyway. Was the hat a vicious murderer? Did she just give it something to do with all the blood it accumulates from its prey? So many possibilities. Then again, it was also entirely possible that they all died from alcohol poisoning. "Yeah, sure. Love to learn how to make new things." Like flaming beverages. And probably to confirm there wasn't some sort of slow-acting non-booze poison in the container! But, she also wasn't going to pass up getting her own canteen. "I mean, I'm not picky. Could be Namakemons. Could be..." uh, "whatever else we find." Rumi wasn't sure what products created canteens, honestly. She was still visualizing mini canteens being merged! "Would appreciate it, though, for sure." Who wouldn't, really? Except, it was getting a little more obvious that the harvested product was not at all what Rumi was imagining! What was a Monmon? What was 'Adult level'? This hat was really raising more questions every word it spoke! "An assistant, like a robot?" That really made the most sense. You can't make many other things that could assist you, right? "What do you need for components?" Did she actually want to know? Considering how many questions she'd already asked, there was no real point in stopping now. If there was a serial-killer on her head, it wasn't like there was much she could do anyway! "So, uh, Manami," the blonde started, with the newly acquired name. Now that they were at the ruins, she'd poke at some of the pillars placed outside the door. "You're, like, getting at that you murder shit, right?" No going back now! How'd she feel on being called Ru-Ru, though? Maybe a little conflicted. It had been quite a while since anyone'd given her a nickname! Was this a good sign, or a terrible one? "I'd give you a nickname, but I'm not sure what'd fit." And she certainly wasn't going on that long-ass title that she was just given! "Also, did you just make that full name up on the spot?" Creative? Maybe. Too long to remember even half of it? Definitely. "Human World's totally filthy, though. Ten-out-of-ten, do not recommend." And then, there was a pause. Human world. Uhhh. "Where are we, if not the human world?" Sleep-world? Rumi-Is-Dead-World? So many names this place could have. None that took an ounce of creativity while the blonde pondered on them! Just like her answer to the incoming question! "No idea." Zero creativity! Minimal thought! "This is the first place I saw since I woke up," or fell asleep? Passed out? Whatever. "Means it's probably relevant somehow, right?" It was a good guess! And probably not wrong! And, since they were both alright with the adventure, the young woman began descending the staircase! And then, the conversation would continue! What was a cartoon? It was a little tough to describe it to someone who literally had no idea! "Yeah, they're from the human world. Cartoons are like moving pictures on a screen. People watch them for entertainment." Hopefully, Manami knew what entertainment was! But it was time to spin to being the inquirer again! "What's a Digimon, though?" Maybe they were in cartoons! She wasn't sure yet! As far as the things she saw? The teen reached up to scratch at her collarbone, while pausing on the final step to look into the room it had opened to. True to the assumption, several patches were missing in the ceiling, leaving plenty of pools of light! But really, the place looked no better than a glorified hallway. Large, rectangular, a lot of weird images scrawled across the walls. Nothing super fancy! And, disappointingly, no people. At least, not yet. "Oh, you know. Normal stuff. Like people." Yes. Normal. She'd had this conversation with her therapist. And subsequently, a psychiatrist. The general consensus was that oversharing was very likely a bad thing. As such, she should leave out the cartoon characters, fae, and other fun odds and ends! Except, she was talking to a hat. "Ever heard of a Mimic?" Oversharing to a hat couldn't be possible, right? "Made friends with one pretending to be my nightstand once," she answered, while approaching yet another pillar that really wasn't holding anything up at this point. Poor, useless pillar. It, too, was carved with images. Assuming Manami could identify a decent deal of Digimon, she'd find that the majority of the identifiable figures, that created a useless pattern up the pillar, were types more readily found in the Dark Area instead of a desert. If that was a good or bad thing was likely a mystery. As far as Rumi could tell, they were closer to cartoon figures or cruddy figures like they showed in cartoons about Egypt. While fingers traced some of the 'art,' the girl would continue with, "he was cool. Named Ike or something." Definitely not short for Ikea. "I don't think you can make one, though." Ah, well. It wasn't like Rumi felt like she needed another one of those in her life. They could be quite stressful as roommates! Peering around the pillar, the duo would see one wall with a large, albeit poorly-made, carving of a 'woman' with wings spread, looking down upon a group of creatures. "Man, angels are weird, don't you think?" Rumi mumbled, veering from her prior topic. Granted, this angel was even weirder than the usual. But, that was probably the difference between angels in her world and in this one! Maybe other people didn't like the picture too much either, though. A notably more recent addition had been made to the piece, in the form of large, blocky symbols written in black wax over the winged figure. This, of course, meant absolutely nothing to Rumi beyond being the equivalent of graffiti. So all was probably fine! And, it might mean that it was still a possibility they would run into someone else down here! Wouldn't that be exciting?
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Post by Manami on Jun 15, 2021 1:16:18 GMT
A pensive expression took over Manami’s features. How was she supposed to explain to a particularly thick human how evolution worked? She hummed for a couple seconds until she finally leaped off the blonde’s head and stood in front of her. It also meant that, for the first time, the young woman would get a direct look at the hat’s face, crown and limbs, instead of just her brim. “Kay, this is me right now! The smartest, most compassionate, and definitely cutest Trickmon you’ll ever meet! But if I do this…” For a couple seconds, Manami’s body shone while her form contorted and changed, eventually looking like a robed mirror with a fan. “I become the smartest, most compassionate, and definitely cutest Mirrormon you’ll ever meet! That’s evolution.” After the show, her body returned to how it was and she leaped back to her previous spot. “Then returning to my previous form is devolving! Humans can’t really do that, can they? Well, unless they resort to fancy tricks, but that’s an exception! It doesn’t really count.” Manami hoped that’d drive the point home, even though she hadn’t really explained shit. It’d be fine, probably! Especially since evolution was a very basic thing that everyone should understand. Digimons surely did. Not to say that this blood thing was way more interesting! “Yep, sounds like data to me, except liquid and red! I wouldn’t ever think of bathing in data, though. Water’s a lot cheaper to come by, or you can even use perfume if you feel fancy! And it probably smells better, too.” Of course, there was this thing that digimons didn’t really grow old, so that wasn’t even an issue for Manami. The question that followed was weird, even if not precisely unexpected. Least to say, it was probably a good thing the Trickmon’s face couldn’t be seen from her vantage point; that grin didn’t look like a friendly expression! “Nah! I actually don’t frequent the desert all that much! It’s not as densely populated as I’d like it to be, you know? But! When you’re constantly on the move and adventuring in dangerous territories, having casualties among some of your companions is natural, isn’t it? Especially if they decide they’re entitled to more than what they deserve!” It was only fair, more than once, travelers she had encountered were a bit on the greedy side, and more than one had tried to submit Manami to the same fate that eventually befell them! It was purely self-defense, so completely justifiable! Not that she cared about justifications, though. One would think the hat was making up excuses regarding possibly heinous acts, but that was genuinely how she felt about them. Whether her companion took that as face value or not depended on her. Small tangent aside, that smile dropped into a definitely nicer expression at the human’s apparent interest in brewing! “Once we’re done here, I’ll show you my tent! I have all my stuff there! We’ll have lots of fun!” It’d be fine, right? This was a totally safe activity that in no way could result in physical harm to anyone involved! “We’ll see what we can find on our way here! The most important material needed to make them is leather, so if we find anything furry, that’ll do the trick.” Assistants, however? That was a trickier matter. Manami’s nonexistent brows furrowed as she considered what she truly needed. “Nah. I dun like robots, honestly; independent thought is pretty hard for them, y’know? I’m considering either a mammal, or maybe a puppet. Those are easier to work with! Bad side is that when you want to infuse a creation with life, the quality of the data you need is higher, so we’ll need at least a mid quality sample to pull it off! Think we’ll be able to find it?” Of course, all these inquiries built into a question that apparently… was supposed to be unsettling or something? Frankly, Manami didn’t understand; she wasn’t sure if to stare dumbfounded or if to giggle at how much preparation the thing seemed to have. “Uh. Yes??” She wasn’t aware of what was the point of the question. “I try to not kill sapient beings unless they want to kill me first or unless they’re annoying and don’t wanna leave me alone, but sometimes accidents happen. Especially when a squishy human wants to play hero. Those are like, super tragic, y’know? Other than that, don’t humans kill a lot too? I don’t know much about that filthy world of yours, but I have a hard time thinking how to get food, clothes, or shelter without killing things.” Would Ru-Ru run for her life after such a statement? Most humans either did that or began accusing her almost as if they were some sort of paragons of virtue while she was a monster and that stuff. Least to say, the ones who thought that giving her a lecture was a good idea and made no effort to stop once being told to do so… well, those definitely fell in the category of annoying. In case she stayed, however, they’d just walk ahead normally. “Sometimes people call me Mana or Nami, but I’m pretty ambivalent towards those names. Use them if you like, though!” She nodded when asked if the name had been something she thought right there. Those things came fairly easy to her. Pity her author struggled. Manami had to double take at Kurumi’s otherworldly cluelessness. She was really lost, wasn’t she? “We’re in the Digital World, of course! I thought that one was fairly obvious. You wouldn’t be talking with a digimon otherwise, y’know?” Oh well! For the time being, the Trickmon would just shrug and go along with it all. After all, this seemed like they had the potential to be fairly fun, and if she found at least some materials for her projects, then the whole thing wouldn’t be in vain. That was good enough, wasn’t it? Cartoons sounded interesting, though! “Oooh! So they’re like what dogamons show on their screens? Does every human have their own dogamon? That sounds pretty fancy, even though they can be a little noisy at times.” And some were definitely too keen on pranks instead of actual broadcasting! That was a bit lame. Easiest way to describe a digimon, though? Fairly easy. “I’m a digimon! And if we find anything else that’s alive and isn’t a human, chances are it’s a digimon too! They come in different shapes, forms, and levels, but the most important thing about them is that I’m the smartest, most compassionate, and definitely cutest of them all. Got it?” That’d do the trick, maybe. If not, Rumi would be able to go through the full digimon experience soon enough, so it wasn't like it was a big issue. In the meantime, hearing about the stuff Ru-Ru tended to see was pretty interesting! Even if very clueless, she was definitely interesting for a human. “A Mimic?” She parroted, then seemed deep in thought for a couple seconds before smiling. “Yep! I’ve seen mimicmons before. They’re very interesting, but I could never see what’s inside their cages. Gotta respect somebody who uses a flaming wrecking ball as a weapon, though! That’s pretty cool, if you ask me.” Well, it was actually pretty hot, but Kurumi would get the point, right? “Using one as a nightstand means you store your stuff inside the cage, then? What was inside it? I need to know!” Another misunderstanding, given that mimics and mimicmons were probably a tad different from each other, but there was probably no one to blame over there. “You know, I’m a lil’ offended about that.” Half joke, half truth! “There’s nothing I can’t make! I think I could make a mimicmon with enough to work with… but aren’t more useful digimons out there? While cool, there’s not a lot you can really do with a flaming wrecking ball. Would rather get something else as an assistant, unless you want one for yourself, that is!” As they advanced, the group would come across a winged figure that the blonde dubbed as angel, even though that statement couldn’t be farther from the truth. “That’s no angel, Ru-Ru! That’s a Zephyrmon! Or a Shutumon if you are a weeb.” The digimon exclaimed, excitedly. “It’s a mid-tier digimon, which means we might find some fairly powerful digimons here!” Maybe. Probably. Hopefully. “Flip side! It seems we might’ve stumbled into some kind of a treasure! The letters over there say ‘bound’, so whatever’s here must be pretty interesting if anyone felt the need to confine it.” It was all the marks of an epic adventure! Helping a puny human around was definitely paying out.
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Post by Kurumi on Jun 17, 2021 7:34:10 GMT
Oh! Was Manami actually going to dumb down this evolution thing for her? Amazing! Even more amazing to see that face that was plastered on the hat she was wearing only seconds prior. "Alright." Yes. Her right now. Kind of creepy hat thing. Not going to tell the talking hat anything other than what she defined herself as though! For now, at least. Then there were shinies.
And then the hat was gone and a mirror monster was present. "You are certainly dazzling," she commented, while squinting. Mirror. Desert sun. Not a great combination. Then! Hat again! And shade again. Thank god. Or... thank hat?
There were several moments of silence while the blonde processed. This was one wild hallucination! "Nah," she commented finally, "no, humans totally can't do that." But, the last sentence on that matter stuck! "What kind'a fancy trick does that?" Certainly no trick Rumi had ever heard of! But, she could definitely get behind it!
"Do you bathe in perfume?" That would reek! And, Manami definitely wouldn't be welcomed onto Rumi's head if she smelled like that! "Blood's harder to get enough to bathe in. I'd rather just use water, too." At least the duo could agree that data or blood weren't practical for bathing!
Just like it probably wasn't practical to spend all of one's time in a desert. Granted, the teen didn't actually know this land had more than desert. But, it made sense! "I mean, I guess. If it's dangerous, and all." Playing with some loose strands of hair that framed her face, the girl opted to not think too heavily on it. She would ignore the bit about entitlement. After all, she wouldn't mind if some people that were a little too entitled in her past received some pretty powerful karma. She couldn't judge!
It shouldn't have surprised her that the hat owned a tent, though! Why would she think that a living article of clothing didn't need a place to sleep and relax in their downtime? It was just rude to assume like that! "Sounds good to me." Plus, she was probably going to get a booze recipe and a canteen out of this ordeal. There was no reason to be judgey!
The idea of making a sentient being out of components was throwing the girl for a loop, though! Yet another scenario that she'd never daydreamed before! "I like most mammals. Seems like a solid choice." Cats were pretty cute. So were dogs. And just about anything that wasn't particularly humanlike. Like pigs monkeys or something. "Is a mid-quality sample like something really rare?" If it was, Rumi wasn't going to raise her hopes too high! If it was common, it might be fine? She had no idea how to gauge this stuff!
Just like she wasn't sure how to gauge the feeling of having a literal murderer sitting on her head. "Huh," she stated, relatively flatly. Fingers traced the carvings on the pillar, before she began to move on to the insides of the ruins. "Neat, I guess?" At least it seemed that humans, being sapient, weren't necessarily top priority on murder. Trying to ignore the weird song that seemed to play during a small part of murderhat's talk, she'd just nod along and take in the scenery. "Why would any human play hero, anyway?" Sounded dumb to her. And contradictory to most of their real natures.
Humans. Being heroes. What a joke.
"They kill a lot of animals, which aren't very smart. It's illegal to kill other humans, though." Unfortunately. But! That led to another question. "Is it illegal to kill things here? Like, are you a wanted criminal?" With how casually this discussion was happening, either laws on murder were very different here, or Manami was a psychopath. Either way, panicking was more likely to get the blonde murdered, herself, so she was just going to go with it!
Just like she'd go with nicknames! Or... actually, not so much! "I think I like your normal name better. Unless you disagree." Mana and Nami? Far less refined for a hat of such fanciness, culture, and terrifying expressions that she couldn't actually see for the most part!
It was a good thing that she had not seen Manami's face prior to her landing on the blonde's head. This entire scenario would have gone much differently. "You've some fancy name skills though, on the spot like that." Rumi sure wouldn't have been able to think up a title like that!
Did annoyance-murder ever happen due to asking too many questions? Rumi wasn't particularly keen on living, but being killed by a talking hat really wasn't one of her preferred methods. Especially because she didn't even know what that entailed! "So, like," she started, somewhat debating how to phrase what she was about to say. "I've never been here before." To this desert. To these ruins.
To this Digital World. "I've not a clue what a Digital World or a Digimon is." Was that normal? It seemed like other people were here before! Maybe not to the ruins specifically! But to this so-called world! But this also meant, "means I don't know what a Dogamon is either, though."
"You can totally be the cutest, smartest, fanciest Digimon I've ever seen, though. Sure." This was especially easy to guarantee, considering Rumi had never met another digimon before! And, she didn't have high hopes for anything particularly cute in old ruins!
For a second, the blonde almost thought they were on the same page! Ah, but apparently adding 'mon' to the end made a Mimic an extremely different thing! She gave a pensive hum while Manami spoke about them. Lightly biting her thumbnail, the young woman gave it some thought. "My mimic didn't have a cage at all." Just go with it, Rumi. It was for the greater good. "Maybe he was broken?" Could digimon break? Could Mimicmons exist without cages? But. Wait. Wait. What was there about wrecking balls? Man, that sounded like a mess!
"I think that Ike might get offended if you make a new one of him," she decided, with a firm nod. "How would you feel if you visited a friend and found, like, a copy of you but they're a little off?"
Was it time to learn that Digimon were not one-of-a-kind in most cases? Rumi's brain probably wouldn't be able to process that.
But how was a winged person not an angel? Ugh. Digital World logic was a mess. At least it gave her a firm example of what a mid-tier digimon was, though! Sort of! "Looks like a shitty angel to me," she admitted, with a squint. Okay, maybe it was more.. like a bird lady. These names were dumb though.
Moving on. She continued down the hallway-like room, toward an archway that surely opened to the next room. Along the top of the door, in the digital language she couldn't understand but her author was taking pity on the readers so they didn't have to constantly translate, simply read 'And Eternal I Abide.' Which Rumi would stay in the dark about, unless Manami felt like being a constant translator service.
"So random block-symbols are words?" More questions. One step closer to murder for being annoying!
While needing to put her hands on everything, which included vine-like carvings in the archway, Rumi decided to backtrack to the whole 'bound' thing. "What kind of treasure uses the word bound for anything, though? Like, that sounds like something on a cursed mummy's tomb. Probably not treasures?" But what did she know about this world? A lot of nothing!
"Unless curses are your thing, then I guess that'd be treasure in its own way." What a shitty treasure, though, right?
And, on cue, it was time to invoke some curses. Of a different kind, too! "Ah, motherf-!" There was a small hiss, yanking her hand off the archway. If Manami was curious about blood before, she'd get to see a little now! Not nearly enough to bathe in, though! Curse old structures and the people who built them without sanding down sharp edges! Ugh!
The offending carving was immediately obvious, smeared in red. Meanwhile, Rumi held her hand in the other, examining it. She knew people needed to get a shot about things like rusty nails. What about ancient walls? Ugh.
It was starting to sting, too. Placing her palm against her mouth to contain the wound in an entirely sanitary and not at all gross way, she mumbled through her hand, "you dun know how ta make bandages or anythin', d'ya?"" Wishful thinking. It wasn't particularly deep, anyway, but digging sand out of her hand later didn't sound very appealing!
And now it was time for the other curse!
While Rumi was worried about herself, the red stain she'd left on the doorway slowly sank into the structure it was on, fading out of existence. After a beat, there was a rumble alongside the sound of heavy materials scraping against the floor. And then, each carving began to light up. Starting from the floor to the ceiling, pillars and murals ignited in a warm red tone.
"Dis normal in dis wurld?" Hand still in mouth, Rumi could only hope her speech was understandable to her hat-companion. Assuming hat-companion had not decided this was a grand time to abandon her for any given reason!
Either way, she began to take a few steps into the room past the archway. Why not, really? It wasn't like anyone was in there! This room was a square, with an archway on each wall to her left and right. The wall straight ahead, however? An inset shelf caught the girl's eyes. Namely because the colorful, glittery hues cast over it, as if it were a very fancy glass-pane protecting whatever was within.
But treasures came with guardians of some sort, right?
Or, maybe Manami would consider guardians just extra treasure.
One could only hope, at least. Footsteps were approaching the room from the left archway! Several! Though admittedly, none of them sounded particularly concerning in size.
Hopefully Rumi wasn't about to become collateral damage!
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Post by Manami on Jun 18, 2021 5:42:02 GMT
Hard for Manami to not be pretty satisfied with her demonstration! It seemed like she had hit the nail in the head! It meant that even the thickest humans could be taught something as long as it was properly explained! Something to definitely have in mind the next time she met somebody like the blonde. “See? I knew it! Only the cheatyface humans are the ones that can evolve.” What were the cheatyfaces, though? That one wouldn’t be able to be explained with a demonstration! In fact, the Trickmon didn’t know a lot about the whole deal herself. “I don’t know, really! I just know that some humans with funky blocky devices can evolve too!”
Useful explanation? Absolutely not, but it wasn’t like she could provide one even if she tried! Luckily, she could answer questions regarding baths! As a digimon of utmost elegance, Manami made sure to always keep her aspect impeccable. Anything less would be a disservice, after all! “Like, not in pure perfume. That’d be gross!” Only a human would think of something like that as even remotely tasteful. “Just the right amount to make a bath fancy. It’s not about quantity. It’s about quality!”
At least the two could agree on a couple of points, like the desert not being the best place to have a permanent residence, or how hanging out after a session of adventuring was the bestest of ideas! “You’ll love the tent! I’ve got all the necessary things for a good time inside.” What a ‘good time’ meant for an alien creature of another world could have plenty of meanings. But… it couldn’t be too bad, right?
All in all this girl wasn’t so bad. Sure, she was pretty dumb for a human, but she also seemed to be willing to learn! Plus, her taste was fairly decent. And taste wasn’t something that could realistically be learned, so that’s an important quality! It was also a good thing that there was a tacit understanding that pigs most primates were definitely not to be fancied. What could the Trickmon say about samples, though? “Well, a mid-quality sample is, as its name indicates, not exactly common, but not exactly rare either!” Maybe the human should’ve paid attention to that. “If we stumble upon a group of ferals, chances are we’re gonna find at least a single adult level acting as the ringleader. That’s our mid-quality sample!”
Her words were said with seasoned callousness, almost as if this were the most natural thing in the world for her. Which, in all honesty… it really was. In the same vein, this was one of the many reasons why humans were so difficult for her. They saw something as integral to her identity as utterly aberrant and she could barely understand why. Luckily, Ru-Ru seemed to be a tad different in that aspect! She seemed to be accepting, or at least to fake acceptance. That much made her more interesting than every human Manami had found before. “Beats me.” Truth was that, in plain terms, the digimon didn’t understand humans in the slightest. “I’ve heard that humans can’t reincarnate if they die, so it strikes me as very weird that they’re willing to form attachments with digimons and put their lives on the line for them. Most humans I’ve found were fairly dumb and had no sense of self-preservation in that regard. And the worst part is that I can’t harvest them for samples, so they’re not even worth the effort in the first place.”
The fact that she wasn’t predisposed to kill humans didn’t mean she was going to go out of her way to spare them, however. And if they proved to be annoying enough, well… as long as they shut up, it would be fine, right? Those thoughts were interrupted when she was inquired regarding nothing more and nothing less than legal matters. “I mean.” Some opinions couldn’t be helped. “From my point of view, humans aren’t very smart. Ain’t that a bit hypocritical?” She guessed that was meant to be in charge of a world. Suddenly believing you’re almighty or something. “It’s not a clear cut matter. The big cities of this world prohibit killing sapient digimons, but outside of their borders, anything is fair game. I seldom visit any of the big cities, so I don’t think I’m a wanted criminal. Nobody came to me with a wanted poster trying to eradicate me either, so my best guess is that I’m not!”
Cities weren’t something Manami fancied; the wilderness was more her style! Constantly putting her abilities to test instead of living a life of conformity where everything was easily accessible seemed like the obvious choice; just imagine wanting to take the express way to become weak and lazy! Who in their right mind would want that? Sure, it was a lot less effort, but it just didn’t feel as rewarding to her. And being satisfied with one’s self was probably the most important thing, or something.
As far as names went, Kurumi would feel how the weight of the hat on her head wobbled a bit, probably meaning the digimon was nodding. “Manami’s good! I like it the most.” For some reason, the other two just didn’t feel like her names. Weird stuff, wasn’t it? “Thanks! I have a book about ancient Digital World nobility I read in my spare time, and they really liked their fancy names. I don’t know why anyone would want five names, but that’s their prerogative, I guess.”
By this point, Ru-Ru was taking an accelerated course regarding Digital World stuff! With any luck, she’d remember at least the important parts of the lesson. “I’ve already told you; what is around you is the Digital World, and I’m a digimon! Pretty much most non-human lifeforms you’ll find are digimons as well.” About dogamons, though? That one was harder. “Dogamons are like… monitamons! They have small bodies and limbs, but their face is a big-ass screen! And they can broadcast stuff using it. I don’t know where they get the stuff they broadcast, but most of it isn’t as interesting as adventuring, so I never bothered a lot to find out. I’ve heard they’re really popular as high-end servants for the rich people in cities, though.”
Manami couldn’t deny the potential utility a Dogamon had, but she also didn’t think that a walking screen was the ideal traveling partner; there was probably something better out there. Something worthy of the fanciest™ digimon out there. Pity she still didn’t know what exactly, but maybe she’d find out soon!
Oh well; at least those thoughts were happier than trying to make sense of Rumi’s Mimicmon. “Where was its body if it didn’t have a cage then?” Manami seemed thoughtful for a second. Then her eyes lit up. “Maybe it’s a mutation!? I need to see with my own eyes! Will you show him to me? I wanna meet him!” That degree of interest sounded just a tad unhealthy, but strange specimens were definitely something that piqued the digimon’s interest. “I promise I won’t hurt him! I just want to know how he mutated from the base Mimicmon into what he is.”
Would Ru-Ru be accepting of such a proposal. Considering Ike’s true nature, that’d be a little iffy to say the least. Flip side, whether a nightstand or a Mimicmon, Manami could create both! “It’d be weird… If I were the only Trickmon in the world, I guess. There’s ought to be more of me somewhere, even though the ones that are really common are renamons or veemons. Or scientific wanyamons; those three are literally the plague, you know? I wouldn’t if there were a little less of them, honestly!”
Luckily, the duo stopped talking about general terms at some point and their attention was now focused on the weird ruins they were traversing, Rumi eschewing Manami’s explanation in favor of a simple moniker to what they were seeing. Typical human behavior right there. “Maybe one day you’ll see a true angel. Maybe that’ll change your mind!” For the time being, there wasn’t much else to the situation, sides reading random digimoji letters. And explaining what they were. “That’s digimoji. It’s the ancient language of this world. Most digimons know how to read it, but pretty much nobody uses it nowadays. If it’s anywhere, it means the place’s fairly ancient.”
What did that tell about this place? Fairly obvious to guess. Such as what meant if there was something bound in this place. “Isn’t it obvious? It means there’s something alive in this place; which makes it all the more valuable!” Danger? The Trickmon harrumphed loudly at the notion. “A curse can be even more valuable than treasure if you know how to properly harness and utilize it; and if you’re stronger than its original caster, you can just overpower it anyway. Besides, somebody placed it there for a reason, didn’t they? I doubt that anyone goes cursing what they see willy-nilly. Sounds like a waste of energy.”
Or a sick source of entertainment. It could always be a curse that forced humans to cut themselves on sharp edges! Even though that’d probably be a fairly shitty curse, all things considered. “I don’t think that injuring yourself is particularly smart.” While Manami’s gaze denoted curiosity at first, especially considering the red liquid was making an appearance, her expression rapidly shifted into one of surprise and slight disgust as Kurumi tried to… do something fairly weird. “Just like I don’t think eating your own hand is gonna do any good. Gimme.”
If Ru-Ru complied, the Trickmon would rapidly go through the motions to apply basic first aid, which, of course, implied spraying disinfectant that happened to sting like hell on the blonde’s hand before bandaging it and giving it back to her. “That’ll do the trick. No complaining allowed though!” And hopefully, just in time to see what would happen next! Either the human, or the girl’s blood specifically seemed to be triggering some sort of reaction from this place. Fascinating!
“Nope. It’s not normal at all.” Well, defining ‘normal’ in the Digital World was pretty tough all things considered. “And that’s great! It was a good thing I found you, Ru-Ru! This trip to the desert might’ve been worth my while, after all.” This was the first time Manami was this excited while in the presence of the human; definitely a sight to behold! As they advanced some more, it became obvious they had company, and that meant that a fight was likely.In all honesty, the digimon didn’t care much about her fleshy companion’s safety, but it’d be a shame if she just died after she went through the effort of helping her out, so…
“If a fight breaks out, I don’t care if you decide to hide or do whatever you want, just don’t get in my way and that’ll be one less thing you’ll have to worry about possibly killing you, got it?” At least to Manami, it seemed simple enough! Hopefully Rumi would be able to follow through with it. And if she didn’t, hopefully she wouldn’t get killed!
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Post by Kurumi on Jun 23, 2021 6:49:59 GMT
While Rumi wasn't really sure if Manami hated the cheatyface humans or not, one thing felt clear to her. She wanted one of those blocky devices! Did hats overheat? This talking hat seemed just fine with the desert sun! Did that mean if Rumi had the blocky device that she, too, would be totally fine in this weather? Jealous! "I kind of want to be a cheatyface human, if they can turn into cool things." Was that bad to state?
She would probably find out rather fast!
At least it was a relief that Manami did not bathe in pure perfume. There were some nods along with her statements, to prove that Kurumi was on the same page as her hat. Including the bit about how great her tent was. A good time probably involved fire and alcohol, so the blonde truly couldn't complain!
She'd also nod along to the explanation of samples. "I see," she acknowledged, after a moment. No, she actually didn't. To her adults were literal adult humans. She was pretty sure that in this context, they were not at all human. Which was a good assumption to have!
"Humans definitely can't reincarnate," the human would confirm, "do you reincarnate, then?" The way the hat was talking, it sure seemed like she did! But it seemed the human and digimon definitely knew one thing that was accurate. "Humans are not smart. At all." Humans were pretty useless, overall! "They kind'a suck, too." Was it apparent that Rumi wasn't a fan of the creatures she shared likeness with? "I guess it's not a surprise though, that they'd die here easy. Lotta people jump in front of cars to save animals and shit. I don't know if you have cars here, but I'll let you in on something. When a car hits a human, the car usually wins."
There were a lot of anime and manga type of things that started in similar ways! Maybe, Rumi should pick one up for Manami someday. If she ever found a bookstore. Or how to get back here once she left!
On the bright side, Manami wasn't a wanted murderer. So at least the blonde wouldn't be mistaken as her accomplice if a police-mon showed up suddenly!
Less bright was Rumi herself, in learning Digimon. She was still fairly uncertain on the whole thing, but she'd nod along. Manami and not-humans were Digimon. The world was Digital. It should be simple, but as someone who was pretty sure she was half-dead in her real world, things weren't fully aligning! At least she thought she might understand the concept of a Dogamon, though. "Oh. Then yeah, we have things like those. But they aren't like. Alive or anything." Dogamons and Monitamons sounded like they were very much living creatures. Televisions? Not so much. "TV's are basically like just the screen-face. They don't have legs or bodies. They also usually connect to a wall or something." Imagine a TV having a body. No fuckin' thanks.
But this Mimicmon talk was getting a bit concerning, too! "His body was kinda box-y?" Just like a nightstand, yep. As far as meeting him? There was a small groan that came from the girl's throat. "After I started talking to a lady he didn't like, he got mad at me and left." Ah yes. A lady. Like, perhaps, a psychiatrist. "He didn't really give me a way to call him. But if he shows up again sometime, sure." That seemed promising enough, right?
Apparently, it was normal to not be the only one that looked like you, when in the Digital World, though. Which was a bit weird to a human. "It's normal for humans to never find a person that looks like them. Unless they have a twin." Twins were weird. Rumi was personally glad she didn't have one. Granted, she had no idea what a Renamon, Veemon, or scientific Wanyamon was! But they sounded terrible. "Are they things you can use for samples, at least?" Would anyone want something called a scientific Wanyamon to be a sample, though?
"Are Zephyrmons cooler or less cool than angels?" That was the only important part! Truly!
It was no surprise that this place was super old, though. It looked like it was! And, it looked like it could use a lot of maintenance. The blonde gave some more nods of understanding while the hat talked. Digimoji was a dumb name for a type of writing. But, so were most names for things, honestly.
"In movies, things get cursed all willy-nilly all the time." Was that a good argument? Unlikely. So far, this wasn't going the way of the movies! "Also, you implying you know how to harness curses, or something?" At this point, it wouldn't be very surprising, admittedly!
With her own curse of cutting her hand, Rumi glared up at the hat. "Right? It's almost like I didn't do it on purpose," she retorted. Removing her hand from her mouth, she'd soon lift it up for Manami to do her magic. Using her unharmed hand, she'd check to make sure any blood wasn't left on her lips. It was a pretty gross thing to do, after all!
Feeling the sting of disinfectant, there was another small hiss of air, while her fingers twitched in protest. Oh, she didn't like that! Especially because she couldn't see over the brim of the stupid amazing hat, to know what was happening at all times! Not that she could really complain, once she'd gotten her hand back and saw that it was tended to! "Thanks." Manami was pretty helpful! Rumi really couldn't complain about this company! Which meant she'd adhere to the 'no complaining' rule! For now, at least.
At least Rumi didn't have to ask if it was a good thing. Manami already answered that! Though, it seemed like the approaching feet weren't such a good thing! With a demand on how to handle the situation if it went violent, Rumi was quick to agree, "Understood." Which was pretty smart, for a human! Not that there were many hiding places in this room! For now, she'd continue across the room, albeit a bit more cautiously. She wanted to get to that shelf, darn it! "You'll, like, get off my head if they start attacking, right?" She could only hope!
Especially because there was only so much time for Manami to decide if she wanted to fight on the unfortunate girl's head! Spotting a shimmer out of the corner of her eye, Rumi stopped in her tracks just in time for a yellow beam to fire past her face. "Holy-" the blonde uttered, inching back and looking to the door. She probably should have been watching more carefully!
They could shoot lasers. Why did Manami not warn her about lasers?
In the entryway, two dorky pink-hatted nuns stood, one with a trident pointed at the duo! Surely, she had been the one to fire the first attack! Behind the two Sistermon Blancs, Rumi would spot her first true(?) angel! A Lucemon hovered, staring with disproval. Yet, none of them spoke a single word!
Maybe they didn't have to, though. The second Sistermon would take another step into the room, trident aiming at the fabulous hat upon Rumi's head. Were they worth trying to talk down?
Rumi was out of her element here, so whatever lead Manami took, she'd go from there!
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Post by Manami on Jun 24, 2021 7:19:39 GMT
Well, weren’t those some pretty admirable life goals right there? Manami could definitely respect anyone who wanted to turn into a cheatyface! “Can’t say I blame you. I don’t even know how humans can stand being humans for as long as they do. Pretty disgusting, isn’t it?” Weird tangent to focus on. Nonetheless! “How cool they are depends on luck, more or less! I don’t know if cheatyfaces can decide what they become, but if you become one, I guess we’ll find that one out!” Honestly? Kurumi’s chances were a bit on the high-ish side! Most of the humans who randomly appeared in the Digital World had some type of digimon companion or were cheatyfaces, after all! The only thing the Trickmon really hoped was that, if Kurumi ended up being partnered to a digimon, that wouldn’t be her. Sure, Manami could tolerate hanging out with humans every now and then, and Ru-Ru was kinda decent as far as they went, but being bound to a hairless Monmon without hope for escape sounded nothing less than completely revulsing. God forbid. At the very least, she seemed to have a decent grasp of the concepts that were being exposed to her. That, or she was lying between her teeth! Not like that mattered; she’d probably learn those from experience eventually, unless she was very, very thick! People like that didn’t tend to last long anyway. “Of course I do, silly.” She responded as if it were the most natural thing in the word to the next query. “In fact, I died not that long ago… I think! I really haven’t been for long this time around, so I don’t even know in which time period we are, but it’s not like that’s something all that important, either.” The Digital World, after all, was pretty resistant to change. Sure, some cities and civilizations disappeared every now and then, but there was always something that replaced the resulting vacuum fairly quickly; and overall, it wasn’t like Manami herself cared about that very much. There was work to do, and the current year seldom mattered for that! Ru-Ru herself seemed to be painfully aware of the limitations of her pitiful race. That was good! Humans who knew that were less likely to be killed out of the blue, so maybe that would mean she’d live longer than the average, at least theoretically! “We’ve got cars here too, even though they’re pretty rare. Most digimons are able to travel on their own pretty easily, so it’s like an useless luxury some like to buy. I’ve considered making one at some point, but could really never convince myself about it; sides, you’re kinda like my car right now!” A pretty effervescent giggle erupted from Manami’s throat, and around the duo, even. At least they seemed to agree on some concepts. Like screens! “So, you’re telling me that you managed to replicate Dogamon and Monitamon function without needing the body?” The Trickmon seemed pensive for a second. “That sounds very interesting! I wonder how those work.” Maybe humans did have some interesting qualities, even if those were their inventions. Sadly, Manami would never be able to meet Ike, given that he had been slain by an evil woman. To that, she could only shrug. “Oh well. That’s just how things are. I guess I’ll just have to keep my eyes open in case I ever see an anomalous Mimicmon!” Cause, those totally existed, right? “Sometimes I wonder what prompts mutations on certain types of digimons; I’ve seen a fair bit of them! Whether with funky colors or with stuff that the bulk of their species don’t have. However, I was never able to get my hands on one. But hopefully that’ll change soon!” She wouldn’t harm them, really! The digimon proceeded to give a quick nod to Kurumi. “It’s precisely for that reason that anomalies are so interesting! In a sense, a digimon that’s notably different from the rest of its kind is as rare as humans having twins.” A comparison she had drawn on that very moment, but that seemed pretty fitting! “Everything can be a sample, but the quality of some things is… dubious at best, and the result leaves a lot to be desired” Awful raw materials could be easily translated into an awful finished product. It applied to most of the Human World crafts as well. Defining coolness was a hard thing to do, especially when it was obvious the two females had starkly different tastes! “I think they’re cooler than some angels! But there’s like ten or so different angel digimons, so ranking them all is a little hard. I’d say that Zephyrmon is maybe middle-upper tier? Cooler than the basic angels, but less cool than the genuinely cool ones!” Was that understandable? Maybe not, but it wasn’t like anyone could blame Manami for being bad at explaining things! But maybe, just maybe, she wasn’t the only one that was awful at doing so. It was a good thing the Trickmon didn’t particularly care for a human’s explanations. “No one has enough energy to spew high-level curses willy-nilly, so it’s not really a good idea.” Well, maybe some entities could, but they had better things to do. Like not questioning things that were fairly obvious. “Well, duh. Of course I can! Who do you think I am? Don’t let my radiant beauty fool you; I’m actually a very powerful digimon. I couldn’t lead the life I live otherwise, don’t you think?” Such a declaration was deserving of a round of clapping, followed by a shrug at Kurumi trying to excuse her clumsiness. She probably shouldn’t have ran her hand through a potentially dangerous surface if she didn’t want to get cut! “No problem!” At least Ru-Ru knew how to be grateful! “Just try to not get cut again. Humans are fairly fragile.” As if she hadn’t driven that point home already! In any case, she gave a quick nod at the following question. Considering that she was highly likely to evolve as soon as a fight broke out, crushing the blonde under ExTy’s weight seemed kinda counterproductive! Just like aiming a laser at her. That had been like, super rude! “Hey! You almost damaged my human, you assholes!” For somebody who didn’t care at all about the young woman’s welfare, Manami surely could play the part! Jumping out of her perch atop Ru-Ru’s head, the same shimmer from before enveloped the Trickmon’s body, even though this time it wasn’t mirrormon the one who emerged from the transformation. It was ExTyranomon. “Nobody ever told y’all that trying to damage somebody else’s belongings is rude? You almost ruined a perfectly good car.” A claw was pointed at the Lucemon as the not-really-dinosaur stared back for a second. “See? That’s a true angel, even though that’s one of the ugly ones.” With that said, Manami stared at the digimons for a second; while the newly evolved digimon wanted to just charge ahead, the smartest choice was probably talking and crap. “So, what’s the deal with y’all?” She asked, impatience clear in her voice. “I assume that was a warning shot because you haven’t kept on attacking. Well, I’m listening. Spit it out.” Not very polite, but in all frankness, these people hadn’t been very polite either.
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Post by Kurumi on Jul 8, 2021 1:01:24 GMT
Admirable, indeed! And totally attainable, unbeknownst to the teen! "It's very disgusting," she confirmed with a nod. "I'm sure if most people could stop being humans, they would." Whether that meant turning into a hat or a fur-clad creature of certain art pieces, Rumi wasn't positive. She'd rather pick the hat, personally. "With my luck, I'd probably become a shoe or something." Which didn't really sound ideal. Sitting on a person's head was all fine and dandy. Sapping up someone's stinky sock sweat? Not so much.
Luckily, Rumi was clueless to the workings of Digimon and their pacts with humans. Thus, there were zero thoughts about Manami becoming a partner of hers! One had to wonder what she would have thought about the concept! Being chained to a talking accessory was more than a little weird!
Manami would very possibly literally murder Kurumi if they were bound to one another for realsies!
But at least it seemed that Rumi would have been able to kill Manami as much as she wanted to without much repercussion! Aside from maybe an agitated hat Digimon. "How's reincarnation work, anyway? Do you get some sort of in-between afterlife thing? Or, is it like a phoenix-rising-from-its-ashes deal?" Did it really matter? Coming back from death was probably pretty uneventful! At least, to someone who was used to that sort of thing! "As long as we're in a time period where women have rights, I don't really care." It was a good priority, she thought! Rumi would probably be in a pretty bad predicament if she didn't have rights! ...Not to say she wasn't in a less-than-ideal one now, but it could be so much worse!
How did she feel about being compared to a car, though? Luckily, pretty indifferent! "Least most cars have air conditioning," she commented. Cars were probably less chatty, too! Though, it wouldn't surprise the blonde if she were to find out that cars could also talk here.
There was another weird sound that came from the hat. For someone who didn't know what a TV was, they were sure good at replicating noises from one! "Kind'a, yeah," Rumi confirmed with a shrug. She still wasn't entirely sure what those digimon were, but it was becoming apparent that Manami didn't understand a world where the strange species didn't exist. It was better to just roll with it! "Probably works better than if they had legs. That sounds like it'd be pretty annoying." Imagine a TV that could run away from its audience!
She had no idea about mutations, though! It was probably just genetic defects or evolution based on their settings. Like normal animals. Or something. Rumi was no expert on this matter! All she knew was that Ike was very much gone, and she'd seemed to have found a way out of Manami finding out that he was not at all the Mimicmon she thought he was! Crisis adverted!
"Finding samples sounds like a hassle." To say the least! Though, she supposed that was the tradeoff for being able to make fancy stuff. Making stuff was usually effort, after all.
Though the coolness rating of this bird that definitely wasn't an angel seemed pretty lame. Then again, the blonde wasn't actually a huge fan of birds either. Maybe she just didn't like things with feathery wings. Never trust something holier than thou or capable of dive-bombing someone with little to no warning! "What makes an angel cool to you?" That was the important thing to determine here!
Despite it actually probably being more important to figure out Manami's abilities to harness curses, she would pretend angels were the most valuable information here! "I guess so." Admittedly, the girl had no idea how much power one needed to live the life of a tent-owning, talking hat. It sounded like it may take more power than Rumi anticipated. Which was just fine with her, since she had zero interest in that life! "Sounds like it's pretty fancy that I met you, then. With you being powerful. And definitely beautiful." And a great source of shade. Honestly, as long as Rumi was stuck in a desert, she was willing to suck up to the hat's vanity. It was a lot less warm that way!
Plus, it had medical kits stuffed inside it, apparently. "I'll try my best," she agreed. Humans were pretty darn fragile! Perhaps, she shouldn't keep touching things. But, all the textures! Also, feeling all the random things was becoming concerningly grounding for her mental state. Were hallucinations textured? She really didn't think so.
This was starting to feel pretty darn real!
Even though the living, giant dino plushy was making her triple-guess herself. This was not the mirror monster. What the hell even were Digimon? Jesus. Hat, to mirror, to angry plush monster? Nonsense!
Hostility aside, there was a beat where both nuns wavered, looking between dino and human. Hers? One Sistermon looked back to the angel for confirmation. Surely, he was the ringleader. Albeit, a stupidly silent one.
"Yeah, I don't like that one. Super ugly," Rumi agreed. Luckily, it seemed the two had the same tastes on Lucemons!
Which, really, may have been the wrong thing to say in front of the leader of the little group! The angel's eye twitched, and a spear began to form in one of his hands. The Sistermon who had been waiting for instruction quickly began waving her hands in front of him, seemingly trying to make the vain Rookie settle down to no avail.
At least she could say that she tried. If she could actually say anything at all!
Meanwhile, Rumi began to scoot behind a nearby pillar. Sure, Manami wouldn't be able to fully fit behind it too, but the odds seemed more in favor of a reincarnating plushmonster, rather than the fleshy mortal!
And, with her out of clear line of sight, that meant the Lucemon only really had one target to take his anger out on! As such? He'd throw the spear directly at the dinosaur in the room! Politeness be damned! Following suit, the Sistermon that hadn't been trying to calm the angel down bolted into the room, aiming another yellow laser at Manami as well!
Two versus one didn't seem super fair to Rumi, who had zero understanding of the levels difference here! But it wasn't like she had anything to contribute with!
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Post by Manami on Jul 29, 2021 0:47:47 GMT
A sagely nod of agreement followed Ru-Ru’s words. It was a fairly pitiful turn of events, wasn’t it? Humans being almost completely unable to escape their flimsy nature as lesser beings, yet having the opportunity to experience a world that was basically better in every possible aspect to theirs, even if they risked their lives doing so.
Maybe it was just a mixed blessing. Or a worthy tradeoff. Maybe it depended on who you asked. Not like Manami was good at putting herself in anyone else’s shoes, anyway. Speaking of which… “There aren’t any shoe digimon, dummy! If I were to pin you to a digimon based on how you look…” Guess the answer was fairly obvious to that one. “You’d probably be a Dressmon! Or, if you had really bad luck, a Dicemon. That’s probably what you were looking for when you complained about your luck. Have yet to see those being liked by anyone… or having any actual usefulness.”
As far as reincarnation went, though? Manami herself couldn’t claim she was an expert on the topic; after all, she had only died once. Pretty decent as far as digimon went! How to explain it in a way a human could understand? She hummed for a couple seconds before speaking. “It’s a fairly simple deal, honestly. When you die, if no other digimon absorbs your data, it reformats into an egg. Once the egg is done incubating, it hatches, you’re born anew! Of course, it’s not a perfect process; even if your data wasn’t absorbed, it can get corrupted on transit or something, and you might forget bits of your previous life, not to say that you usually begin from square zero, power-wise. For example, I’d be stuck as KoHagurumon or Monimon for a while before being able to evolve into Trickmon! And honestly? Those forms are fairly useless most of the time.”
Even though… that hadn’t happened around this time in Manami’s case. Most of her power from her previous life was completely intact, except the very top of it, which wasn’t quite there, even though it was pretty much at her fingertips. But, that wasn’t something she’d confide Rumi on just yet… or ever for that matter. That’d be a fairly dumb thing to do.
There was one bit about Kurumi’s words that piqued the Trickmon’s interest, however! A fun word with an uncertain meaning. “What are rights? And why is it important for the females of your species to have them?” Legit question! It seemed like Rumi cared a lot about those so-called rights.
Or about the amenities that a car could provide. “I don’t think air conditioning is that big of a deal. It isn’t even that hot right now, right?” Maybe being a hat was proving to be pretty convenient in a situation like this one, as fabrics couldn’t precisely feel warmness or coldness as much as an actual warm-blooded being. Pretty handy, honestly; just like having access to Dogamons and Monitamons minus sentience. She was definitely checking those out as soon as soon as (or if, rather) she went to the Human World. Seemed pretty interesting.
That topic aside, the Trickmon somewhat understood how a peasant thought of the process that culminated in creation as a hassle, even though it was one that was well worth it. Maybe once Ru-Ru experienced it firsthand, she’d change her opinion regarding it. Or maybe not. Hard to know, honestly.
Finding herself on the receiving end of a question regarding coolness wasn’t something the digimon expected to find herself in. But that was a pretty decent question, wasn’t it? So much that Manami had to stop to think for a bit. “Beauty is probably the most important factor, for sure! A pure form is more impressive than almost any other factor, don’t you think? You could also take power into consideration, but a good deal of the powerful angels are exceedingly ugly, so I don’t think that’s a fair tradeoff. Of course, the ideal would be a mix of both would be ideal, but that happens only sparingly. Which is also why I’m the prettiest Trickmon ever, you know? Maybe even the prettiest digimon!”
And maybe, just maybe, even a digimon that wasn’t really full of herself. Rumi would definitely feel the hat nodding at the flattery thrown her way. She was definitely fancy, and powerful, and beautiful too! At least the human was smart enough to recognize that.
Before her greatness could be expanded upon, however, the small skirmish between her and a group of angels that had attacked without the slightest provocation ensued. Manami wasn’t thrilled at it, but didn’t think of it as a big deal either. If they wanted to be deleted, that was their prerogative, after all!
It was frankly baffling how weaklings thought they stood a chance, or why they seemed so confident regarding their attacks. Least to say, everything thrown at the ExTyranomon bounced harmlessly off her. They weren’t even good enough to make her angry, really! She’d have felt pity, but cattle weren't really to be pitied on their way to the slaughterhouse, were they?
From one moment to the next, the digimon brandished her claws and charged towards the rookies, thrashing around in a seemingly chaotic manner that was actually quite focused. On ending the existence of the digimons who had dared to try and damage her car.
The nerve, really.
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Post by Kurumi on Aug 8, 2021 4:14:42 GMT
No shoe digimon? What the heck. At this point, Rumi had just started assuming there was a Digimon for everything! Clearly, she'd been wrong! "I guess Dressmon doesn't sound too bad." Unless it was an ugly dress. Or worse. A creature that was not actually a dress at all and had a pincushion for a hat! That would truly be a tragic look for Rumi.
Just like it being tragic that they'd start in a useless form when reincarnating. Ew. "You managed to make reincarnation sound lame. Congrats." Not that it was much different from certain believes of rebirth. But, the blonde had really been hoping for more rising from the ashes types of reincarnation, rather than hatching from eggs.
These topics could be pretty deep, in a way, though! Talking from reincarnation to women's rights, and all! Any other duo would probably do them justice! This specific duo, though? Not so much. "Basically they're a thing pompous, fat men invented to control other people." Were they always fat? Not at all. But, Rumi wasn't really one to hold back on insults when the opportunity arose! "Rights dictate freedom, and not all people get the same amount of freedom as others. I dunno 'bout you, but I like my freedom." Based on their conversation thus far, she could make a strong assumption that Manami would agree. Or suggest something sketchy to resolve such issues. Or both, really.
However, the thought that the weather was not currently hot in a desert was wild. While some things were already expected from Manami, not feeling the heat wasn't one of them! "It is very hot right now," the blonde responded, firmly. "Do you have air conditioning inside your," this was suddenly a difficult descriptor. 'Inside your hat' was really just the definition of Manami as a whole! "...Storage?" What was the area Manami kept all her stuff called, anyway? It was a true mystery.
Whatever. She wasn't going to think too hard on something like that.
At least inside the ruins, it was a bit cooler. If only for the shade and being partially underground. "If I knew what a pure form was, I'm sure I'd totally agree," the girl replied. Were there pure angels and like... half-angels? Man, that sounded pretty edgy. And lame. "Ugly angels sound pretty accurate for, like, what I've read in books and stuff though." Granted, she'd never seen a real, human-world angel. And was fairly certain they weren't real. But, digi-angels being ugly was kind of a neat touch. Probably.
"You should get an award for prettiest Digimon, or something, you know?" Totally. Humans loved giving awards for being the best at things. Especially when they were appearance-based! Or athletic-based. Or... Okay, yeah, it was just that humans liked giving out awards. Whatever. If Rumi had one, she'd definitely consider giving the hat an award! Mostly because she still didn't have many other Digimon to compare for prettiness! And the angel that had entered the room certainly wasn't a successful candidate either!
Sistermon was okay, she guessed. But probably not really pretty. And certainly did not provide Kurumi with any sort of shade from the sun!
At least the first Sistermon wasn't quite as stupid as its comrades. The one that had attempted to stop the fight bolted down the corridor, clearly wanting none of whatever was happening! Which was probably for the best! The second Sistermon quickly shattered into data at the touch of a claw, and Lucemon probably didn't stand much chance either!
But, he was pre-occupied at the deserter in the party! Whether just stupid or so full of himself that he thought whatever Exty was going to retaliate with wouldn't hurt him, the angel turned, readying another spear to aim at the fleeing Sistermon.
Only to vanish into data the second Manami reached him, also. Wow. What a show.
"The fuck did I just watch," the blonde mumbled, peering around the pillar she'd taken cover with. She wasn't really sure if Manami intended to pursue the other rookie, but she had no intent of going anywhere near someone who was potentially still in stabby-stabby mode. Or... slashy-slashy mode? Whatever.
She knew what she did want to look at, now that danger seemed less imminent, though! Leaving the safety of the pillar, the blonde moved toward the inset shelf again. "You're like super strong, huh, Manami?" Rumi called, over her shoulder. As if Manami hadn't been already trying to tell her that!
This time, the blonde reached the shelf safely, and began examining the pane of 'glass' that kept her separated from the contents. It shimmered and shifted in color, kind of like an aurora. Fancy stuff. Clearly having not yet learned her lesson on touching things, the girl reached out to do just that!
But had to pause as a scream came from the corridor that the enemies had initially come from. Whether or not Manami would have ventured in, the Sistermon would be visible running back toward the room, arms flailing, and no weapon to be spotted!
Just for a notably larger Digimon to come into view behind her. A purple sword glittered, before slicing through the Rookie, and proceeding toward the room, leaving the Sistermon's data to float aimlessly.
"Man, screw this," the teen grumbled, reaching out to push on the glass pane. She'd been interrupted enough, darn it! She just wanted to see what was on the shelf! Which, based on the sudden speed increase on the new angel that had entered the vicinity, was probably exactly what the first group had been trying to avoid!
Pane shattered and vanished at the slightest touch, even with Rumi flinching back to avoid further cutting of fingers. She was safe! For now. Lucky for her (though possibly less lucky for Manami), the Exty would definitely be in the way of the newcomer reaching his actual target.
There was another glow from the blade on the HolyAngemon, as it made a swing for Manami. It didn't seem like a particularly strong attack. But the difference was that this one finally matched the Extyrannomon's level! At least this was another angel that Manami could show off to the human who knew nothing of Digimon. Even though it was pretty obvious that this was one, with the wings and all!
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Post by Manami on Aug 17, 2021 22:15:30 GMT
Manami didn’t quite know why, but she saw Kurumi might be the type fond of needles. So, Dressmon would be the perfect spirit form for her, right? Sadly, unbeknownst to her, that wouldn’t come to pass. “It doesn’t! And that way, you won’t be a useless human either. That’s like killing two piyomons with one stone, isn’t it?” Luckily, that saying was fairly easy to translate by human standards, except that killing piyomons like that sounded way grislier than just dumb Human World birds. But those were just mere details, weren’t they?
She hummed a bit pensively at the blonde’s following words before answering. “Beats dying and remaining dead if you ask me!” Lame or not, at least for her it sounded infinitely better. “How did you think that was?” In all honesty, the digimon was expecting something fairly dumb, but sometimes the humans’ delusions could also be fairly amusing!
Speaking of which, these so-called rights were fairly entertaining by the sound of it. “So, you can only invent rights if you’re part of the fat men? And that makes it so you can control others and their freedom?” That sounded weird, but also pretty powerful at the same time. “Why would they relinquish that control over others by giving rights to non-fat, non-men things? That seems fairly dumb. Did you force them to give you rights or something? Because I’d definitely do the same! Or find a way so I was the one who did the right thing instead of those fat men. Who made it so they could create rights in the first place?” Least to say, the Trickmon’s statements were all a very special brand of accurate, yet at the same time not really.
Kurumi should’ve known like pretty much everything, temperature was relative for Manami. And, in all honesty? This was far from the worst she had gotten. “Look at the bright side!” Considering their location and how strong the sun’s rays were, everything was fairly bright at the moment. “At least you’re not inside an active volcano, or in the impact point of a missile! That’d be fairly hot to me.” And probably extremely lethal to a human, but that bit was an afterthought. Once again, the Trickmon reached for the crown of her hat-body, rummaging for a bit. “Liquid nitrogen would boil too quickly here.” Nevermind the fact that it’d probably cause a fair bit of damage if in direct contact with a human. She rummaged a bit more until a temporary shadow enveloped the blonde before a piece of clothing was presented to her; a white jacket with various black embroideries and colored details on the hem, sleeves, and collar.
“Back in my first life, I wanted to visit the Human World at some point!” The digimon mentioned cheerfully. “I was fairly sure it’d be quite bland, but sometimes you just wanna see everything there’s to see, just for completion's sake, you know? Besides, even if I had to use one of those weird costumes digimons use, everyone had to know about how great and beautiful my creations are, even at plain sight! So, I made some clothes that… never really got worn.” The garment was extended towards Ru-Ru, who’d probably notice two things. One was that the quality was fairly luxurious like everything Manami did. The other? That the fabric was extremely cold to the touch; maybe in the desert it’d counteract the blistering heat, but in a normal situation, chances were that the girl would be quite uncomfortable wearing it. Maybe even now the ordeal wouldn’t be quite optimal, but at least it should be better than sweating forever, right? “If you damage it, I’ll have to harvest your data to repair it, though!” Judging by the Trickmon's tone and the giggle that followed after, that had assuredly been a joke, right? Ru-Ru was totally safe, yes! Completely and totally safe.
In the end, it was pretty hard to hope for an inferior being such as a human to comprehend what beauty truly meant. Oh well; Manami had tried her best, but some walls just couldn’t be toppled. “You’ll understand when you see it by yourself. Magnificence is hard to miss, after all.” Beauty itself was hard to describe, as it was something better experienced, in a sense.
By the same metric, it was somewhat disappointing that the human thought beauty was something that hinged on the opinion of others or that she needed an award for something so obvious. “When you are certain of something, you don’t go asking others if they agree with you, you know?” It applied with most easy truths, like the roundness of planets or the life-saving effect that injecting dead viruses into people potentially had! “I couldn’t care less if others thought I wasn’t the prettiest digimon around, cause they’d evidently be wrong there.” Or dead. That was a possibility too!
Exactly like the angels that had attempted to scratch her car! Least to say, they had been dealt with in an appropriate manner. “Not even ferals insist on fighting so stubbornly when they’re clearly outmatched. Oh well; thanks for the samples, I guess.” Two rookies weren’t much, but at least it was something!
Weird how Kurumi seemed surprised at the display. It wasn’t even that impressive, at least for the ExTyranomon’s standards! She could do so much more than that very easily; in fact, even if it had been against pushovers, the battle felt oddly exhilarating. Maybe she could push herself a little more? Just to get used to how far she could reach. Wouldn’t that be a bit overkill though? Not like that mattered in the slightest though.
“You got the privilege of watching one of my lesser forms stomp on some digimons that clearly decided to bite more than what they could chew.” Honestly, she hadn’t even drawn sweat! She couldn’t really sweat like this, but still. “And you’re gonna watch me being even stronger.” It was a bit funny how humans were so impressionable even though the digimon had already explained to her the extent of her powers. It kinda worked, anyway; to be completely frank, Manami was a little bit of a showoff.
If one lesson was to be learned from this encounter, however, was that Sistermons’ lives certainly didn’t matter a lot, even to their supposed allies. Maybe they could’ve used some of the rights that Ru-Ru seemed so fond of; they probably would’ve lived in that case! At least Manami didn’t need any of those to deal with a bunch of angels deciding they could just walk towards her and use their sharp implements without retribution. “Never seen digimons this eager to become materials. Quite handy!”
Once again, her body was covered by light, even though this time it was more powerful and intense than before; almost regal, in a way. Where ExTy had been before, a warrior that exuded more holiness than any of these lowly angels stood. Omegamon MM didn’t even care for the HolyAngemon’s attack in the slightest, but would that apply the other way? Would the HolyAngemon be able to take a point-blank shot to the face from the dubiously named ‘Graceful Cannon’? Time to find out!
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Post by Kurumi on Sept 27, 2021 21:12:46 GMT
There was a nod of agreement to Manami's words. Dressmon didn't sound like a disgusting thing, and dying sounded pretty not-ideal. So, it was more-or-less a win. And humans were pretty useless. There was absolutely no denying it! Rumi didn't really like humans, despite being one herself! Maybe that was why she was getting along fairly well with the chaotic hat!
Also because it probably saved her from dying in the desert heat. But, that was a small detail.
"I dunno," she admitted to the next question. "Movies where someone reincarnates usually makes it so they pop out from flames, or something more flashy than just," the blonde paused, while scrunching her nose, "egg." It made sense, though, really. Movies were supposed to be entertaining. Dying and then cracking out of an egg mid-movie wasn't particularly thrilling.
When it came to discussing rights and 'fat men,' it ended up feeling a lot more awkward than one would expect. Kurumi wasn't entirely sure if it was because she was explaining it to an alien or if it was because it was extremely stupid when one actually dumbed it down and thought on it. "It's a thing that's been going on forever. Now we're stuck trying to fix it. But, fat men have police on their side and women-rights don't." Fixing her bangs a bit, the teen continued to scrunch her nose. "I dunno why it happened in the first place, though. I never cared to read that much on it." And, history teachers seemed to leave out that detail. For all the girl knew, maybe nobody actually remembered the real reason men were in charge of these things? Either way, Rumi had better things to do with her time, instead of research random details of history.
With the bright side that was presented, Rumi had a strange feeling that Manami and her had very different definitions of hot. While she carried forward with their exploration, she could only really give a nod to the statement. "Gotta agree with you there. I sure wouldn't survive that heat." Would Manami? Or would she just become data and then egg, and think about how it had been a little too toasty that day?
But, she couldn't complain now, it seemed. She was being presented with new clothing! It looked fairly fancy, too! With the item extended to her, it took little time to examine it, and then put it on. "Thanks." Should she worry about the damaging it bit? Humans weren't really datamines, so she was... probably safe. Enough. Maybe.
She didn't really want to test it.
"Human World's totally bland, though," she agreed. "Why didn't you ever go?" Surely, someone as ambitious-seeming as Manami wouldn't just not do something that she wanted to, right? That would just be weird!
Would she ever understand beauty, though? It was unlikely. Mostly because it was unlikely that Rumi would ever try to understand it! Though, would that mean that Manami was also magnificent, or did that only apply to pretty angels? For now, the young woman would only nod along. It wasn't as if they had much longer to continue that conversation, when it had been so rudely interrupted by silent angels.
Sure, Manami wouldn't be impressed by her own strength, but a weakling human would be! Or, at least, heavily confused by the whole ordeal. Sure, she had talked about other digimon in theory, and she'd be dumb if the fighting part hadn't been pretty obvious. But it was one thing to have words and thoughts, and an entirely different thing to witness! If cutting her hand hadn't been a fairly grounding moment, she'd assume she was still in a daydream!
It was definitely a welcomed thing, for Manami to be a showoff in a situation like this. Otherwise, there was always a chance that Rumi might have gotten stabbed or something! That would definitely ruin the jacket that she had been loaned, however! "'Least you're getting stuff out of the adventure," the blonde stated, over her shoulder. She wasn't really sure if Manami could even hear her, considering she was in the middle of dropping an angel, but it was a minor detail.
So much for a power-match in this fight, though! As dumb as these enemies were, at least this angel seemed to recognize that a mistake had been made. As much as it would have loved to run away, the being clearly hadn't thought through the idea of Exty being able to be more than an Exty!
Meanwhile, Rumi would stick her hand into the inset finally, and pull out what had been tucked away. And of course it was... "Plastic?" Hopefully she was misjudging the texture of the item in her hand. It looked like a dumb toy! A prettily painted one, but still a dumb toy. What, was it like a special edition V-Pet or something? Who put something like this behind glass?
Maybe the 'guy' who seemed to have everything going wrong in its soon-to-be-short life! To say the angel digimon seemed upset was an understatement, as it managed some sort of unintelligible yelling that was mostly drowned out by a certain cannon-named move hitting it. Just like the creaking of the ruins, themselves! Whether that was from Manami's not-so-gentle attack on old buildings, or something entirely different? It was a mystery for now! Another mystery? How the HolyAngemon was still standing.
Not very well, mind you. But, he was still standing. Something as small as a flick to his face would probably destroy him, but they had to give the digimon some credit for persistence! Not for intelligence, though. Much like its comrades(?), there was no backing away or trying to surrender. Instead, he raised his sword and moved to smash it on the ground. This was probably supposed to be a named attack. If he could actually talk, he'd probably be the pretentious-type and let everyone know it was called Soul Banish, or something equally lame.
If Manami let the now-sluggish Digimon strike the floor of the ruins, it would create a shockwave that just might push her back! And, would probably throw Kurumi onto the ground, but that was a small detail. Unless her jacket got damaged in the fall. Then, it would be catastrophic! Either way, time was just about up for this angel. Unless someone intended to take pity on the thing that was clearly going to inconvenience the duo until someone died.
Kurumi, personally, was hoping that Manami wasn't feeling particularly generous. The quicker the fight ended, the sooner she could ask about the new toy she had found!
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