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Emergence [Manami||Kurumi] [Hunt]
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Post by Manami on Oct 5, 2021 7:24:58 GMT
Somehow, this conversation was exactly how Manami pictured talking to a human felt like; quick to criticize, but lacking at providing actual alternatives. However, she had to admit that the blonde girl had a point. “I mean.” The hat shrugged. “ Some digimons can pull that one off, but most of the time it’s egg, just like you said. Just imagine what kinda digimons you’d find if something like that was possible on a consistent basis, though! Pretty much everyone would be as powerful as me.” The question was whether that would be a good or a bad thing; least to say, the Digital World would be nothing like it was at the moment if things were like that. Just like how the world of the humans would be vastly different if another group besides the so-called ‘fat men’ had taken over; almost unconsciously, a pretty interesting tune began playing as soon as the word ‘police’ was mentioned, all while the Trickmon seemed pensive about the whole deal. “You could always kill all the police people. That way, nobody will be able to defend the fat men! Then things would be fairly easy, wouldn’t they?” Humans were already fairly slow; Manami couldn’t image overweight males faring any better than that. Or, maybe, they themselves could be thrown inside an active volcano or at the impact point of a missile! That’d solve things nicely, wouldn’t it? In any case, a nod followed suit. “Some digimons couldn’t survive that, either.” And, after a pause, she added. “The weaklings, of course.” Disparaging remarks aside, at least the garment presented to Kurumi seemed to do the trick at keeping her body at an adequate temperature for the human to complain less. Success! “No problem.” The hat muttered quietly as she pondered the next question. Despite her retaining a good deal of the memories of her past life, this one had managed to elude her for the longest time. It still did. “Figure I had stuff I wanted to do before I visited. Not doing something usually happens because you wanted to do something else before, right?” A fairly rethorical question. “Don’t ask what, though. I don’t remember.” Maybe she should make an attempt at remembering that, but there were other things she wanted to do first in this brand-new world! For one, acquainting herself with it again had proven to be more interesting than what she initially had anticipated. That, however, was probably a conversation for another moment, especially considering how friendly the inhabitants of these ruins had managed to be. The apparent muteness these angels displayed, coupled by their zealousness at trying to exterminate them was interesting, yet also annoying in the sense that fighting them felt extremely bland. Oh well; not much she could do about that. Flip side, though! “Yeah. I think I’m fairly close to getting enough raw materials to get started. It’s been a fairly long time since I’ve gotten to work.” What would she begin with? There was plenty of things she wanted to bring to life, and also a lot of potential projects she wanted to try out beforehand. It was a genuinely lucky event that she had stumbled into a group so eager to meet their ends, because this felt easy. Making sure to keep track of every strand collected, the Omegamon approached the digimon that had for some reason had decided to fight her. In a flash, she was in front of the battered digimon that seemingly had prepared a last-resort type attack; sadly, it’d probably not come to pass, considering Manami had just attempted to brutally bisect the angel through an elegant sword swing. With that hopefully doing the trick and with Holy Angemon being no more, Manami’s body shrunk progressively until she was back to being a hat again, and after collecting her prize, went back to her prior perch atop the blonde's head. “So, what do you think?” She asked, her tone being obviously smug. “Did you enjoy catching a glimpse of my power? Not everyone gets to see such a thing so easily, so you better be appreciative of it!” She was a bit of a showoff, but honestly, who could blame her?
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Post by Kurumi on Oct 11, 2021 16:57:45 GMT
It was a shame that Rumi was a crummy human with crummy perspectives. Maybe if she could turn into neat monsters, or lived in a totally different world, she'd have better input instead of just criticizing stuff! But, that wasn't the case. At least Manami was getting an authentic view of humanity at its finest! Though, Rumi was probably quite lucky that not all Digimon were on par with Manami. Otherwise, she'd probably get squished sooner, rather than later.
The blonde tilted her head a little, while not enough to lose the hat, while listening to the tune that played, and the suggestion to follow. Biting back the 'are you stupid' line that initially wanted to blurt out, she instead opted for, "d'you have, like, a radio in there or something?" Weird stuff. But overall, not super important! "Are police really not a thing here?" Or was Manami just that strong? The girl wasn't entirely sure! "There are a lot of police. And if they lose, I think military would step in. Like, armies?" Did the Digital World have armies? Surely, they did! Just, maybe not in the context Kurumi meant! "They've also got weapons that civilians aren't allowed to have, so they kind of have a really big upper-hand."
So much for an interesting story, though! The logic for not going to the human world seemed about as boring as reincarnation just being egg. But, she wasn't going to say anything this time. Mainly because she didn't have a better reason for someone not visiting the human world! "You ain't missing much, anyway." Manami didn't really seem like she'd fit too well with the requirements of how to act in the human world! And, that was totally ignoring the part where she was a talking hat!
Or the talking... What... exactly was an Omegamon, anyway?
Whatever. Rumi was not about to ask. It had just successfully slaughtered that angel thing, after all! "It was very enjoyable. I especially liked the part where I didn't die." All because of Manami's prowess, of course! Rumi didn't even have a scratch on her! From the fight, at least. From dumb walls, though? She wasn't gonna talk about that. "Was that your strongest," what were they called? "form?" Close enough. It hadn't been demonstrated earlier in the evolution chain, so the blonde could only assume that meant it was ultra fancy! Alternatively, it meant that it was so useless it wasn't even noteworthy, but somehow she doubted that was the case.
Oh well. It was time to show off potentially neat (or extremely lame) treasure! "Thanks to your 'power' being too much for the ugly angel things, I even got to check out some stuff." And, to demonstrate, she lifted up her finding in a way that, hopefully, the hat could properly see it. Did Manami know what a digivice looked like? Time to find out! "No idea if it's valuable, though."
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Post by Manami on Oct 12, 2021 13:54:53 GMT
A radio... Did Manami have a real radio inside her? Probably not! Yet, Rumi’s query was indeed one of most excellent fancy. How did authority work in the Digital World? Why could Manami get away with her obviously destructive mindset? And, most importantly; was the Trickmon really stupid? That would be found out soon enough.
“I don't think so. Why would I have a radio inside me?” A casual observer would probably suspect the digimon herself wasn’t able to listen to her own sound effects, but was that a true statement? There was no way to know. “I think some cities have a police force, but they’re fairly weak, you know?”
Well, not really. It was only that most digimons happened to be weak when compared to a talking hat. Quite funny, wasn’t it? “I wiped them out from a city I visited in my previous life. Its inhabitants seemed angry so I left after I was done with what I wanted to do. That's one of the reasons I don’t do cities anymore!” Now then, it was probably easy to justify Manami’s lack of empathy towards Kurumi. If her lil’ self had managed to deal with the police on her own, the blonde surely would be able to accomplish the same, right?
Sadly, digimons and humans didn’t quite work the same. A fact that the Trickmon seemed to conveniently forget at times! “You could always make your own weapons! I’m sure that what the police or the army have isn’t all that fancy, anyway. I could always make something for you, too!” Was that even a good idea? Surely, the digimon’s inventions were effective, but Rumi also risked blowing a chunk of Tokyo if she genuinely considered it.
Was that really a bad thing? Probably, even though the hat had to agree on one thing. “Probably not missing much, but gotta get there at some point in case there is anything interesting! Else, I can’t fully claim that humans and their world are as boring as they sound over here.”
That was a topic that was better left for later. Or never, considering how everyone’s interest shifted to the ensuing fight. Of course, it ended with Manami slaughtering anyone that even thought of opposing her. From her spot atop Kurumi’s head, she wondered why the weaklings had been so stubborn in their resistance, but that was something that was pointless to ponder for long; after all, the dead couldn’t talk.
“Man, it’d have been awful if you died. Comfy heads are super hard to come by.” The digimon answered, genuinely. It wasn’t long until she was bombarded by a barrage of loosely related questions, though! “Yep, that’s one of them! I didn’t think I could access it just yet, but I just felt it and went for it. Fancy, right?”
A bit carefree, but what about the digimon hadn’t been thus far? Not like she would linger on the topic for too long, anyway; her attention was immediately drawn to the device shown to her. There was a degree of familiarity the Trickmon felt towards it, even though she couldn’t quite nail it. “I swear I’ve seen something like that before.” She pondered for a couple seconds, then shrugged. “Even though I don’t remember what that is. But I think it’s valuable, so you should keep it! Maybe try testing what it does? Or…!” She seemed excited for a second. “Maybe hand it to me! I could try some stuff on it.”
Maybe Manami had known what the device was at some point of her life. But of this one? It was definitely on the nebulous side. Hopefully its functions would be found before it was damaged tinkered with too much! “Where should we go now, anyway? Wanna visit my tent, or should we go to a city? Maybe you want to get back to your world or something.”
By now, it was fairly clear that the digimon had a little too much spare time in her hands! Or, maybe, she just didn't mind doing whatever. Hard to tell!
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Post by Kurumi on Oct 24, 2021 3:26:20 GMT
No radio? Maybe a... very small television? Wait, no, they'd already held the discussion on tv's and how they're tiny annoying monsters. Or maybe not tiny. Rumi wasn't really sure. Point was, that wasn't in the hat either. "Y'know, maybe it's just in my head." It wouldn't be the first time, really. "Swore I heard music playing?" Then again, that really wasn't her highest priority at the moment. The strange desert-world she was in was just a bit more important.
Then again, with all the talk Manami'd been doing, it shouldn't have come as any surprise when she thought police were weak. She nodded along to the story of how Manami probably messed up a whole city for months or even years. At least that was confirmation that being a member of the police sucked regardless of what world you lived in! As far as being the main source of devastating weapons taking down the police in the human world, though? "Let me think on it a bit. I don't want people, like, relying on me for stuff like that. And I don't like owing anyone if I can avoid it." At least, owing them to the extent that weapons-capable-of-ruining-police-forces would cost her!
"If you ever end up in Shibuya, I can show you around, if ya want," Rumi offered. Little did she know what kind of events she was setting herself up for with that offer! Too late to take it back now! "Just don't murder any police while I'm with you, alright?" She didn't care much for partaking in a lesson on who the stronger force was. What would happen if Manami went full-out on the police? For the time being, the blonde wasn't entirely sure how the whole digimon thing worked anyway, and decided it was better not to think too hard on it. It was something she wasn't going to understand until she saw Digimon fighting, anyway.
Which happened fairly shortly afterward. Somehow, Rumi suspected the police might have some struggles if Manami decided to rampage in the human word. Luckily that would probably never actually happen!
It totally would have been awful if she'd died, though! "Agreed." Maybe not on the part about comfy heads. But, at least at the moment, Rumi wasn't really keen on the idea of dying. Especially not via angry speechless angel! Though that would make for an interesting conversation with other ghosts during whatever afterlife existed. "Very fancy. Wish I could turn into something like that." Manami could totally make a great role model, right? Especially if one was seeking forms to murder stuff in!
...Which Rumi totally wasn't. But it would certainly be convenient to have the option.
Ah well! It was time to focus on her prize! There was a pensive hum, while the girl brought the digivice back down to look at it herself. It could actually be valuable! So that was a plus! "Lemme see if I can get it to do anything. If not, you can try after." It was probably for the best to do it that way. If it was valuable and Rumi broke it, she'd just be annoyed with herself! If it was valuable and Manami broke it, then she'd have to deal with being mad at her only source of shade outside of the ruins. That'd suck!
Luckily, after only a couple button presses, the strange device began doing things! The screen flickered, the room flickered, the pillars in the room began to glow ominously again, and suddenly Rumi was...
A ghost.
So, she died anyway. Well shoot.
Assuming a certain hat hadn't left Kurumi's head, Manami would probably find herself in an odd place now. Upon another hat! Sort of. A Ghostmon's hat was only so much hat and otherwise was just some sort of fire that didn't actually seem burn anything it touched. Weird stuff. "Uhm," the sprite mulled for a second before coming to the very intelligent addition of, "what?"
Rumi.exe has crashed. Rebooting process!
Hopefully Manami had something to tell the no-longer-blonde about this situation! Else they risked a few more mental crashes before anything could actually reach an understanding!
Bright side, she wouldn't leave the last question asked prior to this strange event from going ignored. The ghost looked at a pillar, and then a wall. And then the ceiling, just for good measure, before giving a nod. What did she think she was going to find in these half-dazed moments? Probably nothing useful! "Wouldn't mind seeing your tent, if you wanna show me it."
After all, going home as a ghost didn't sound like a good idea, and Manami had already explained to her a good reason to keep her out of the city!
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Post by Manami on Oct 24, 2021 23:49:18 GMT
The only thing Manami could do in the face of something whose existence she had already denied was to… shrug. “Maybe! Or maybe I can’t hear it, for whatever reason. Kinda like how some stinky Etemons think they don’t smell when that clearly isn’t the case! Surely you’ve dealt with smelly monkeys that refused to admit their own filth too, right?” Likely, considering humans are monkey-adjacent or something.
It was sadly a shame that Kurumi didn’t have the digimon’s entrepreneuring nature, though. The Trickmon was more than certain the human could wipe out the whole city’s police force in the blink of an eye with just a little help! In the end, however, that decision was hers to take, as boring as it was. “Fair enough! The offer’s still there in case you ever change your mind, though.”
That wasn't precisely hard to tell, but the digimon’s curiosity for the human world had been piqued after getting to know an actual human, especially when it was one of her first acquaintances in this life. “Maybe I’ll take you on that.” She nodded while grinning. “No murdering, I promise! Unless they begin behaving real mean with me, you know? A maiden can tolerate a certain degree of disrespect before it turns offensive!” That didn’t say anything about the threshold itself, but Rumi would be able to guess it, right…?
Not like that mattered at the moment, anyway. A fight had broken out, and just like that, it had ended as well! Grinning widely, the Manami just gave her ride a pat in the back. “Don’t worry! If you get lucky, you’ll probably be as strong as me someday! Maybe that someday will be pretty soon, too! Never know.” Words that were otherwise said in a lighthearted tone maybe meant more than what it appeared on the surface.
And it wasn’t that it precisely took too long to find out, anyway. Almost from one moment to the next, the blonde human was now notably less blonde, and notably less human too! Immaterial heads were a lot less comfy than just floating around, so the Trickmon opted to disengage for the time being, in no small part to inspect the newly-evolved digimon. “See! I told you! Now you need to continue cheating your way to the top and you’ll be a very powerful digimon in no time.”
After giving Kurumi a thorough look, Manami resumed with a smile. “You’re called ‘Ghostmon’ now, by the way, even though your coloration is quite funny. The ones I used to know were less purple and more blue, but that’s a detail I suppose. You’re fairly weak right now for digimon standards, but that beats being a human for sure!” The likelihood of her comments to go through the ears of somebody who was clearly having a crisis wasn’t super high, but at the very least Manami didn’t seem deterred at all.
Good thing that she seemed to snap out of it fairly quickly. Once the interest regarding the tent itself was shown, Manami produced an abnormally large piece of parchment from the crown of her hat and began placing it on an occupied lot of land. “I’ll get it set up in a sec! In the meantime, why don’t you try your new form a bit? Maybe you can even access something stronger already! Never know with the cheaty faces, honestly.”
Knowing how strong Rumi could potentially be was something that could definitely come in handy. For what reason, you ask? Well… that’s a mystery!
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Post by Kurumi on Nov 18, 2021 1:05:56 GMT
Was it possible that someone could make sound effects and just not hear them? It didn't really seem like the most outlandish thing in this world! Especially when Rumi had to try to figure out what an Etemon was before context kicked in. "Our monkeys don't talk," the blonde replied, confidently. No, they absolutely didn't. Some people didn't seem far off from monkeys, but they still were classified as people and thus not a talking monkey. Kind of disappointing, really!
Which probably matched how Manami felt on Rumi's disinterest in crumbling Japan's functioning police force! At least, for the time being. "Who knows, might still take it up someday." Honestly, the way things were sometimes, it wasn't entirely off the board! Some days, you just felt like flattening a whole city, you know?
There was probably something to prevent that, somehow.
Just like there was a chance that once Manami visited the human world, they'd find out if there were any safeguards against flattening cities and people! "I mean, that's pretty fair. The drunks can get pretty annoying, at least." Note to self: keep Manami away from the bars. Not that she'd probably have an ID to be able to drink, anyway. And not that the girl was interested in finding her one any time soon!
But, soon enough the topic shifted, fights were had, and Kurumi stopped being a normal person in every way, shape, and form! This was pretty ghosty, after all! Ghosts totally weren't normal people. She couldn't even blame Manami for no longer wanting a free ride on the Ghostmon's head. None of this looked very comfy! "Now I just need to figure out how to do the cheating to the top." Whatever that meant! She was really just echoing Manami at this point. Could anyone blame her for a bit of confusion when having a new body suddenly?
Ghostmon seemed like a pretty fitting title for the weird sprite. But, at least with the way Manami was treating things, it was clear that Rumi wasn't legitimately dead. Yet, at least! "Does purple mean something different than blue?" She wasn't sure if it would be a good or a bad thing if it did! But, at least it was a sign that she had to be somewhat hearing what the hat was saying! Right? Right. Definitely.
The spirit user definitely was listening.
After another breath -- or whatever Ghostmons did that involved oxygen, assuming they needed it -- she seemed to have completed her reboot process! Whether that was for better or worse? It was questionable, honestly. "How weak's weak?" Probably weaker than the hat, evolutions aside. Could Rumi turn into stronger things too? Was Manami going to 'eat' her if she did? Assuming she could turn back into a comfy car for the hat eventually, she figured she was probably safe for the time being.
"How do you know if you can be stronger already?" Still mostly echoing words from Manami's statements, the Ghostmon mostly wiggled its chonky fingers, while waiting for Manami to set up camp. Or, at least, she assumed that's what was going on. She didn't care to ask about that detail right now, considering the whole 'being a ghost' thing felt a little more important at the moment!
While she wasn't so sure how any of this worked, she at least had witnessed the short-lived fight Manami had presented, so the rookie probably wasn't entirely in the dark! Like, that fancy cannon move or something. Which, for the record, the girl was well aware wasn't going to happen in this ghost form. It didn't have any cannons, duh! But that didn't mean it would be totally useless, right?
How would that work? Were fancy attacks just kind of 'summoned' into existence? Ugh. This was too much thinking and not enough doing. Turning away from the hat, to prevent from accidentally setting a tent on fire and then being murdered, the Ghostmon began to focus on... something. She wasn't really sure what. Power, maybe? Fanciness?
Well, whatever it was, it seemed to be working on some sort of level! Two beams of energy fired off from the ghost's hand, leaving the ground engraved where they'd hit. Yeah, it'd been a good thing she wasn't facing Manami. That woulda been awful! "Huh. Well. That's... something, I guess," she uttered, slowly. Was it a good something? She wasn't so sure! But it probably wasn't an explicitly bad something, either!
Maybe, she'd need to check into how the whole digivolving thing worked before Manami invited her into the tent! Or, maybe afterward. It really depended on the size of the tent, didn't it? After all, Rumi may have figured out how to fire lasers from her hands, but she certainly didn't know how to turn into smaller sizes!
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Post by Manami on Nov 26, 2021 3:05:29 GMT
The truth behind Manami’s sound effects was a true mystery. Just like how much of a shame it was that stinky monkeys couldn’t talk in Kurumi’s world; or maybe, not really. “Really? That’s kinda lucky.” The digimon added with a hint of envy in her voice. “I’m sure the Digital World would be a better place if Etemons couldn’t speak.”
Not like dwelling on it would do her any good, though! All in all, Etemons were minor inconveniences, overall. Just in the vein of how throwing the public order out of the window in one of the Human World’s most important cities seemed to have been a consideration, after all! A mischievous smile took over the Trickmon’s face at the mere possibility of that happening. “It’ll be fun, I promise! Well, whenever that happens, that is. The wait is not so bad if it’s for an exciting thing, or at least that’s what I think.” Not the most resounding logic, but did Manami really need something like that in a situation like this one? She probably should make a mental note regarding visiting the Human World before it was eventually decimated, but chances are she’d forget anyway, so all was good.
Speaking of which! “Wait, wait, wait. You mean there’s alcohol in the Human World? Or you get drunk by other methods?” The implication was fairly interesting! “I didn’t know that. Is it good? You should bring a bit sometime!” Was this worthy of concern? Maybe, but given the contents of Manami’s own canteen, it was fairly unsurprising she’d take interest in something like this.
Of course, alcohol and all the previous events would be deemed as completely unimportant in the face of Ru-Ru’s own evolution! Wasn’t that exciting? She acquired a new form so quickly! Nevermind that this could help Manami sate her own curiosity regarding the so-called cheatyfaces. “I’m sure you’ll be natural; look at yourself! You barely look human anymore.” Well, considering that she was a digimon, looking human would’ve been fairly weird, but that was a detail.
Sadly, at least regarding this topic, the Trickmon was completely clueless. “No idea if the purple Ghostmon means something different than the blue one. Looks fancier, that’s for sure.” After all, blue was the color of royalty and that stuff; not like Manami believed in that or anything. By now it seemed obvious that Rumi had chosen a poor partner in case she needed some breathing room. How could she describe a Ghostmon’s power level, though? Introducing a newbie to digimon power levels was probably too complex, especially when it came to a human of all things.
“Well…” For once, the digimon paused while she gathered her thoughts. “If you discard all the experience, finesse and technique, you probably are around how powerful I am in this form, give or take.” Theoretically correct, yet impossible to know for certain. “Which means that you’re at the very bottom of the food chain unless dealing with literal babies. Tough life, but it’s not like you’re instantly gonna become super powerful or anything, you know?”
Strength related questions were harder to answer, for sure. Especially to somebody who was a first-timer to matters like this one. “You just feel it.” Manami herself hadn’t spent a lot of time pondering the nature of evolution. Not to say that she honestly cared more about setting up her tent than to answer questions. “Just tap into the power inside you or something, and if something comes out, then you probably can evolve even further! That, or turn back into a human and keep on fiddling with the thing that made you evolve. It probably will tell you something.”
Not really helpful, but did Ru-Ru really expect anything else from a situation like this one? An outcome like this one was all but expected! Fortunately, the situation wouldn’t hold for much longer given Manami had finished setting up the tent. For a temporary residence, it certainly looked fairly fancy! “There you go! Feel free to enter whenever you feel like!” Without further ado, the hat made her way inside it.
What could be said regarding the insides of Manami’s residence? For one, the layout was pretty simple, even though simplicity definitely didn’t mean austerity in this case. Long carpets, made out of the hides of exotic beasts and combined together into beautiful patterns decorated the floor, while precious stones decorated the walls and acted as autonomous sources of light. A good part of the layout of the single room was dedicated to the digimon’s workshop; workbenches and tables made out of different materials and sizes were laid out near the entrance, with a great variety of tools resting on them. In the far corner of the room, some drawers and miscellaneous elements were located, but it was obvious that, at least this time around, those hadn’t been given much importance.
Various data strands in a perfectly frozen state laid idly on the biggest table, and Manami herself stared at them while stretching her arms a bit. “We managed to harvest a good deal of decent samples!” She declared, obviously proud of the fact. “They’re not really to my liking, but it’d be a pity if I just discarded them. Plus, it’s the first time I’m gonna do this in this life, and wouldn’t mind shaking off the rust a bit. So… maybe you’re interested in your own assistant? Not everyday you get an opportunity like this one from the finest artisan of this world, so I wouldn’t squander it!”
The anticipation and excitement were very obvious in Trickmon’s expression. And that she wouldn’t have to deal with the aftermath if the result was subpar. That was convenient, too!
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Post by Kurumi on Dec 5, 2021 7:06:15 GMT
Kurumi couldn't say she was surprised that it would be better if Etemons couldn't talk. She preferred if a lot of people couldn't talk, so it was probably quite similar! What a peaceful world it could be.
At least Manami seemed pretty happy that the blonde hadn't entirely dismissed destroying a city! Though, it sounded like the hat wasn't considering it much of an "if" and more of a "when." Which, considering the way the human world was going, Kurumi couldn't necessarily blame her. But, still! There was no commitment to destruction yet!
"I mean, yeah. Why wouldn't there be?" Alcohol seemed pretty important to some people! Imagine a world without! "Do you want me to bring things that taste good, or things that'll get you drunk fast?" That was under the assumption that Rumi ever figured out how to come back to this world! But, it was probably better for Manami to get drunk in this world, rather than the human one! If normal alcohol actually made Digimon drunk, that was. She wasn't so sure how this stuff worked.
Just like she wasn't sure how digivolving worked! Or de-digivolving. Was she stuck as a ghost forever now? That'd be a drag. She kind of liked being able to look human, after all! But, at least she was the fancier option of Ghostmon options! That was probably something to be proud of, right? "I do like fancy," the Digimon uttered, still wiggling its fingers. Granted, learning the amount of weakness that she was, wasn't so fancy. Unsurprising, though. Time to murder some babies, or something, she supposed. "Makes sense, I guess." But, she wanted to be super powerful right now, darn it!
It was fine. She was gonna be an ultra cheatyface within the next few paragraphs, anyway. But what, exactly, did it feel like to know if one could be a higher power level? If the ghost had a nose, she'd scrunch it. Ghostmons were kind of dumb and didn't have many scrunchy-face-bits! She was also realizing that she had stitches across her mouth! What the heck? Digimon forms were kind of dumb. "Alright. I'll see." Not that she knew how to turn back into a human to play with the strange device, anyway! So for now, she was stuck with testing things in-form!
Which included laser fingers! But, soon the tent would be prepared and it would be time to enter! "I'll join in a second. I'm gonna try to do things and..." more finger wiggles accentuated a pause, "try to be cooler. I guess." Hopefully cooler, and hopefully not an Etemon, based on how poorly Manami spoke of them!
The Digimon stared out, unblinking. Surely not because Ghostmon probably didn't have eyelids. But because she was focusing! On what? She wasn't so sure. But, if she focused on something, surely she'd find things she was looking for! Or, that was her logic, anyway. Even if it really didn't make sense. And, frankly, it didn't have to make sense to anyone else. Because if it worked, that was all that mattered!
Being an ultra cheatyface probably had something to do with it, too. A whirring sound emitted from somewhere within the spirit user's data, as something resembling a ritual circle flashed on the ground beneath the ghost. She wanted to be strong, right? How strong was feasible for someone like her? For someone new to this world?
Chunks of data rose from the circle. For a brief moment, the Ghostmon would glitch to a familiar etching on the ruin walls. A false angel, by the human's standards. Zephyrmon. The blocky symbols spelling 'bound' would appear within the data, then shatter to dust.
It wasn't particularly powerful, though, was it? Could she pull more?
With digivolution dramatics that definitely didn't need to be described all that much for everyone's sake, a pillar of flames wrapped the ritual circle, burning away the data of Zephyrmon and replacing it with that of Youkomon.
Who then crumbled away in a burst of light, exposing Holydramon.
For a second, there was a pause. The dragon took a breath. Pink wasn't really cool. Not that she had much say on the coloration of any of the forms. At least she could take some pride in getting this far! Even with lack of understanding of the exact source that drove the forms to rise and fall, it seemed she had some grasp on how to trigger it! No wonder spirit users were cheatyfaces. She could become weird pink dragons on day one! Which was probably better than weird pinkish ghost things!
Not that she'd be given much time to play with the form. Another mechanical whirr would rise up from the chest of the Mega-level monster, before a small pop. And, in a burst of data, Rumi would be back to her human self, sitting on the ground, potentially-overheated digivice in hand.
She probably didn't have much stamina to stay in forms she'd never even known of until today. Especially ones higher than ghost!
The blonde let out a huff, sticking her tongue out. She wasn't sure if she was relieved to be back to normal, or if she was disappointed that she hadn't been able to test out her new 'toys.' There was always a later date, hopefully.
For now, she'd get back to her feet, and shuffle her way to the tent. There was no point in making Manami wait any longer, after all! Humans couldn't do cool stuff, anyway.
Once inside the tent, she'd take a good look around. Fancy hides, fancy things made of random stuff. It was pretty interesting! Though, with what she knew of Manami thus far, not necessarily surprising! Admittedly, she might be less surprised if Manami's house had been a castle or something, though. "Very fancy," the girl commented. A fancy tent for a fancy hat! "Did you make all your furniture, and stuff?"
Then, her attention would being drawn to the table that Manami was looking at. "This is what samples look like?" Maybe she shouldn't have been surprised. Then again, Rumi had no idea what was going on in this world. She wasn't sure if that was justification for being surprised, thinking about it. If she had no idea, maybe she should be absolutely unsurprised by everything! She still wasn't even sure how these samples got here!
Not that she was going to have a chance to think about that, when she was being offered an assistant. What did that entail, exactly? Well, Rumi had no idea! "D'you not like them 'cause they came from weird angel things?" She couldn't blame Manami, if that was the case. She probably couldn't blame Manami, regardless. Either way, the hat looked pretty excited about the idea of making Rumi an assistant! And who was she to tell the Digimon no? That'd just be rude. "Sure. That sounds pretty nice."
Did it actually? The blonde wasn't entirely sure! But she was gonna go with it and deal with the consequences of her actions later! After all, she had already turned down blowing up Tokyo! She couldn't turn down an assistant, too!
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Post by Manami on Dec 15, 2021 6:24:09 GMT
To the question asked by Kurumi, Manami just managed a shrug. “I don’t know. Maybe humans didn’t discover alcohol just yet. Hard to know when they can be so dumb.” For somebody who had never been to the human world, and considering the average age of the human visitor to this world, being unaware of their access to alcohol made at the very least some sense. “Why not both? I prefer quality over getting smashed fast if the choice can’t be skipped!” Not like getting drunk was a particularly easy task for her, at least if the Trickmon remembered correctly. Time would be the only one able to tell, though.
All in all, the blonde seemed to be a natural at evolving, given how quickly she had managed to access her first form. Humans tended to take more time to accomplish that, right? Honestly, Manami didn’t really know. “You’ll be where you wanna be power-wise in no time, probably. Humans usually evolve a lot faster than digimons for whatever reason.” A bit of a cruel joke of the Digital World on its own inhabitants, but who were they to argue, really? At least in this digimon’s particular case, she couldn’t care less about the whole deal.
It was a true pity that Manami wouldn’t be able to see the diverse evolutions Ru-Ru performed while she prepared everything, even though she could certainly feel them; energy discharges of that magnitude weren’t precisely easy to conceal, after all! Eventually, Rumi entered the tent donning nothing more and nothing less than her human form. Boring. “Had fun? It seemed like you figured it out quite quickly!”
Of course, it wouldn’t take long for any visitor to admire the sheer magnificence of the Trickmon’s residence. A proud expression was fairly obvious on the digimon’s face at the comment. “Yup! It’d be fairly silly if I prided myself as an artisan and didn’t. Isn’t the craftsmanship just exquisite? I bet it is!” Least the say, when it came to this matter, the hat could be quite overbearing. Maybe even a little bit arrogant. But that was fine, wasn’t it?
Luckily, it seemed that Ru-Ru knew exactly what to say in order for the conversation to advance. Of course Manami could talk about the process in which she molded data into things and stuff; she could talk about it a lot. “Data is malleable.” She mentioned. “If you know what you’re doing, it can take pretty much any form.” After saying those words, the trickmon brought a contraption that heavily resembled a loom. With practiced efficiency, she molded the strands into flexible threads and began to set them on the tool.
What about the reason why she didn’t like them specifically, then? That had an easy answer. “I’m usually very picky when it comes to creating things for me. At least of the living kind!” Imagine having to bear with a companion that wasn’t to your liking for an extended period of time. That’d be so boring. “I could turn these into a pillow or something, but that’d be a waste. And besides.” The Trickmon’s expression turned into a small grin as she began to weave the threads created into a mesh-like pattern. “You look kinda lonely, so you could use a high-quality friend! Everyone wins, right?”
Maybe Manami was getting ahead of herself, but that would certainly not be the first time she did so! In any case. “Do you have any preferences on how you’d like them to be? Gender? Appearance? Personality? If you want them to be in a specific way, now’s the time to talk!” She made a small pause, then continued. “Oh, and by the way. Most of my creations tend to subconsciously like me and have a really hard time harming me. Hopefully that won’t be problem!”
For now, the Trickmon was hard at work. It was hard to deny that the creative process was somewhat pretty to behold, at least for artistic types.
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Post by Kurumi on Jan 1, 2022 6:30:30 GMT
Why not both? Well, at least in Kurumi's opinion, the stronger the booze, the less tasty it really was! Unless there was a magical drink that she hadn't tried yet, which honestly wouldn't be surprising. "Maybe I'll just bring an assortment." It was the safest option, after all. And who knew if Manami liked the same kinds of alcohol as Rumi!
Plus, more alcohol meant more intoxication, right? Or, it might mean getting horribly sick. Time would tell, assuming the blonde could ever figure out how to come back to this weird world!
Though, with Manami being extremely correct on humans picking up on digivolutions quickly, Rumi could only hope she could find her way back. After all, she couldn't have power like this in the real world. And it felt like she was so close to a chance at something even stronger! But also, so far. Probably due to a lack of experience, or some lame excuse.
But now she was inside the tent, being a lame human, and checking out stuff that actually intelligent Digimon-creature-things could do! "It'd be more fun if I could have stayed fancy for a while longer." Then again, how fancy really were her options?
On the bright side, she could enjoy checking out Manami's tent without the confusion of being a weirdo animal thing! "Definitely exquisite," she agreed, with a nod. And it really was! This was certainly well beyond what Rumi would be able to do, herself! Which was a thought that solidified much more as they moved onto data crafting. Yeah, there was no way that the teen would ever figure out how to do this. "Does it take a lot of data to make a thing?" That was a pretty vague question! But, she figured Manami would answer it in some interesting manner!
Pushing the thoughts aside on how angel-feather pillows were probably better than goose-down, the blonde tried to focus on the actual important bits of the conversation. One, that apparently this wasn't up to Manami's standards for her own important stuff. Which could mean regrets for Rumi taking on whatever was being made. And two, Rumi apparently looked lonely. Which, she totally wasn't! Unless she had to be lonely in order to get a hat for the desert sun! Still, she wasn't going to argue the points any, considering she was going to get something out of this!
"Well darn," she uttered, jokingly, at the last portion of the hat's comments. "I always wanted someone to make me a new friend, just to have them eat their creator." Hopefully, the Digimon could pick up on the lack of seriousness! "I mean, makes sense. It'd be pretty dumb to make stuff that can try to kill you." Regardless of this was intentional programming or not! As far as the creation's design, though? "Oh, I dunno. Female?"
It was hard to think of something like this, on the spot! "Loyal, I guess. Won't kill me. Not dramatic?" Those seemed important! And most certainly weren't thought of in order to avoid repeating certain friendships of the past! "And not some creepy-ass living plushie monster." That was actually important to specify! Namely, because the thought of 'being lonely' and 'needing a high-quality friend' just came off as the starter to a horror movie involving animated dolls. "The rest, I guess you can surprise me with. As long as it's nothin' bad." It all seemed like a fair request, right? It wasn't like Kurumi really understood how this worked, anyway!
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Post by Manami on Jan 26, 2022 4:56:59 GMT
An assortment sounded like a good idea; Manami nodded at the proposal. Just like the saying went, the more, the merrier! Better make sure the first time she got drunk in this life memorable.
Rumi’s next statement was pretty much what should be expected from a precocious yet impatient individual. “You’ll get there with enough attempts. It seems like it’s not something particularly hard for you to do.” Thus far, that seemed to be the case, and there was no way for that to possible change… right?
Honestly, she had no idea. Anyway! It was hard for the digimon to not be proud at her own creation; as any artisan, she took pride in her creations, and them being recognized instilled a measure of satisfaction within her. Even if the compliments came from a paltry human.
She could also appreciate that there was a measure of interest in her art, as in the details of how it was created! Manami doubted her methods could be replicated, but nonetheless beamed with pride. “Depends on the thing you’re making! The more complex it is, the more materials you need. Usually, it’s not a lot unless you get finicky though!”
At least it was a good thing that her conditions were taken with a quota of humor. “You’d be surprised!” She replied, giggling effervescently. “Some customers are really thankless, you know?” A quick nod followed all the possible specifications offered by the blonde, scarce as they were. After that kinda deal, she had no right to complain if things didn’t pan out like she wanted.
Not like they wouldn’t, really. The threads slowly began to take the form of a small animal that could very well be confused for a plushie. The process occurred with practiced precision and seamlessness, and soon enough, Manami found herself yanking off the stuffed animal from the tool she used to create it, and placed it gently in Kurumi’s hands. “There you go! You can name her if she doesn’t pick a name for herself. She should be waking up fairly soon!”
Just like she said, the digimon began to stir slowly. It was small and white, and probably would be confused for a white hairball if it weren’t because she had a pair of relatively huge, beady eyes.
“Another job well done!” Manami proudly proclaimed. With that out of the way, she began to store her tools. “You can have some time to get acquainted with each other. But once that’s over, we should probably look into getting somewhere else. I’m already getting bored of these ruins. Nothing interesting to see.”
Simple and to the point. Truth to be told, there wasn’t a lot to be done in this place anymore, at least in Manami’s mind, and that meant it was time to move!
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Post by Kurumi on Feb 22, 2022 3:27:29 GMT
While Manami was probably right about getting there with practice, Rumi couldn't help but be a little greedy. She wanted more power! And especially more time in powerful forms. She could probably do so much if she was stronger! Like...
Well, she couldn't actually think of much. It was hard to become an ambitious person after years of not. That was something she could probably use to work on.
It didn't really matter right now anyway. Instead, she could just chill and watch a strange Digimon make another strange Digimon. Mostly because all Digimon were strange. But, she definitely understood people (digis?) being thankless. "Guess that ain't all that different across humans and Digimon, then." Somehow, both unsurprising and disappointing. Thanklessness was one of the many ways humans sucked, after all!
Rumi must have been lucky that this hat monster was her first Digimon encounter.
"Got any stories 'bout thankless 'mons?" Surely, Manami would love to tell some sort of fun tale. And Rumi could get further insight on... either Manami or this world. Or both. Maybe she just liked to hear random stories from time to time.
Plus, it was the perfect time for a story, while they waited for this new, mystery critter to wake up! Why did it seem like a stuffed animal? The idea that this was alive was even weirder than the talking hat, maybe! Being as inconsiderate as ever, the blonde squished lightly on the creature that had been placed into her hands. Which may have contributed to how quickly it woke up!
"Oooooh?" The cottonball monster chirped, sleepily. "Brrr." This wasn't Japanese. Or English. Anything beyond that was pushing Kurumi's language knowledge, but she was fairly certain it was just nonsense. Just as the blonde would look up to consult the digi-making-professional, the Pafumon shook its entire body, fluffing up even further than its original state. "Hullo?"
"Hullo," Rumi echoed, with slight uncertainty. It was tiny and looked like a plush. She wasn't really sure how smart a tiny plush was. Did it know big words? Or what a name even was? "I'm Kurumi."
"Kurumi," the puff repeated. And then stared.
Socializing was hard. "D'you have a name?"
The puff's eyes disappeared into its fluff, most likely in some sort of blink. Which, really, was a relief. If this thing never blinked, Rumi would ask about the return policy. "Amorie," it replied after the eyes reappeared from the white void.
"Mori?"
Another eye-consuming blink. Maybe it took a minute for something newly-made to start processing things. "Sure." Well, that was easy enough to work with! "But with an A." Right, right. Sure. With an A. "It's fine, I think." And, with that statement, the Pafumon's eyes shifted to Manami. And then she just stared. Maybe she wasn't a creature of many words. Or, just didn't know many words.
They'd probably figure out which it was sooner than later.
That was probably about it for introductions, right? Amorie seemed to be fine with this level of knowledge! And Rumi was probably fine figuring out more on how it worked later. Most likely whenever it was inconvenient to not know more. "Thanks for the," the girl glanced at her new 'partner' before looking to Manami again, "friend." She wasn't going to be labelled thankless, at least! No attempting murder on the hat and an actual thank you!
She would agree that the ruins were pretty bland now that everything seemed to be done with the place. "Any plans of where you want to go after here?" It wasn't like Rumi knew anywhere else! As far as she'd seen, the whole world was desert, after all!
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Post by Manami on Feb 24, 2022 23:20:26 GMT
As much as she hated to admit it, when it came to the bottom of the barrel, digimons weren’t all that greater than humans; no more and no less than proof of how low a noble core could stoop if degraded enough. “The existence of filth makes it so we don’t take virtue for granted.” She said quietly, her tone losing all its joviality for some moments. “But that’s just how things are, aren’t they? The ugly makes us appreciate the beautiful even more!” After all, what was beauty, if not something that looked better than something else? Philosophical statements aside, Manami didn’t really have much to add to the topic.
The story was an entirely different matter, however! And more importantly than that, she was eager to tell. “Got many, actually! But the one that always springs to mind first happened a long time ago.” Well, considering she had been dead for who knows how much time, that was kind of a given. “Yet I still remember it as if it were yesterday!”
For now, however, the story couldn’t proceed; the digimon that’d soon to be known as Amorie had been born! Both human and newborn seemed to regard themselves in… a pretty awkward way, but Manami herself thought that it was quite fitting. No doubt, the two would get along just fine! The Trickmon just smiled at the exchange just until the human decided to address her, all while Mori just… stared.
She really seemed to enjoy doing that, for some reason! Not like Manami particularly minded. “You’re welcome!” She answered to Kurumi. “I’m sure she’ll become a very good friend.”
Without warning, she just snatched the Pafumon from Rumi’s hands, and while at first staring at her intently in the same way that Amorie was, she finally settled on rotating the small digimon’s body while observing her from different perspectives. To a casual onlooker, the hat looked as if she were appraising a sculpture or something of the like. “Pretty dumb for me to think I’d have gone rusty. Her quality is as high as it can be.” Satisfaction was evident in her voice as she sat in one of the nearby chairs and placed the Pafumon by the brim of her hat/body. “I’m Manami! You probably know this already, but I created you. Pleased to meet you, Amorie! Your data volume should stabilize and grow exponentially fairly soon, and I predict you’ll be able to evolve all the way to your true form by the end of the day.”
After giving some pats to the Pafumon’s soft body. She remembered the previous conversation. “Oh right! The story. Little Amorie will probably appreciate storytime regarding her family for sure!” After a small pause, she began. “Back in the day, the lay of the land wasn’t the same. Strife was fairly common, and borders and authority changed constantly. And, like it or not, war is a ripe opportunity to do business; one of these involved creating a mix between bodyguard and butler for a fairly influential regent of one of the important settlements of that era. Names are hazy for me given that happened so long ago, but it’s not like they matter a lot at the moment, do they?” Sides, names were the most boring part of history.
“Anyway, Amorie’s older brother was one of my finest creations! My client was more than satisfied with my work, and I reaped the benefits for quite some time! I was able to establish a semi-permanent workshop on that settlement, and some of my better designs were developed there. But! Fame’s not always a good thing, you know?” She gave the two beings a look, as if to check if they were following her or if they were looking at her as if she was babbling. “The owner of Amorie’s older brother had a younger sibling that also was the regent of another, nearby city, and they seethed in envy given how his sibling possessed something they couldn’t hope to emulate. Thus, they commissioned me to create an even greater mix of a bodyguard and a maid. Basically, two siblings competing to show off who had the better toys. While I certainly had the favor of the older sibling, I hadn’t sworn allegiance to anyone, and took the job since that was more or less another chance to put my skills on display for everyone in a major settlement to see. The result was around the same quality as what I gave the older sibling. However, the new owner had different plans! A few weeks after I delivered Amorie’s older sister to her master, she came back to me. She told me that her owner had commanded to kill her older brother and her older brother’s owner in order to seize their siblings’ lands. The cherry on top? I was the last target since this digimon didn’t want for more of my creations to roam around, or even worse, for me to actually improve and create something of higher quality than what they already had. It’s no secret that an artist’s work soars in value after their demise.”
Quite the tale, wasn’t it? And it wasn’t even over. Manami sighed. “Amorie’s older sister told me that she told her brother of this ploy, and together, the two murdered her owner. They had agreed that was the easiest solution to the problem!” The Trickmon was always amused at this turn of events. Even remembering them made her chuckle. “Now, while I don’t really instill my creations with any feelings of siblinghood unless requested since that can make things a little dicey for their owners, these two developed them on their own! The sister asked me if she could serve her brother’s owner now that she was masterless, and I agreed as long as he did. I left the city soon after that, and that’s the last I heard of them. Long and weird story, but I like to think it had a happy ending!”
It was only then that the Trickmon scooped her creation and gave her back to Kurumi. “Little Amorie is gonna be the oldest sibling of her generation, and while I’m not going to say something dumb like ‘take care of your younger siblings’, at least I hope there won’t be kinslayers among my creations! It won’t be long until she begins to get all kinds of younger brothers and sisters. Hopefully I’ll get to introduce one the next time we meet.”
What about what to do next? Manami made a small pause, but then nodded vigorously, a grin evident in the fabric of her face. “Since you want to go back to your filthy world and little Amorie probably needs some rest, I feel like accompanying you and getting to finally see the Human world with my own eyes sounds like a convenient course of action. How does that sound?”
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Post by Kurumi on Feb 25, 2022 2:18:07 GMT
At least it was obvious that Manami wasn't a fan of 'filth' either. But, she had a decent overall outlook on it! Instead, Rumi scrunched her nose and gave a small sniff. She contemplated ruining the perspective, but decided it wasn't worth it. Why rain on someone else's parade without a reason, after all? "Hope there's enough beauty to cancel out the shit." What a classy way to phrase that. But, it was better than most other dialogue options!
It was almost disappointing that the story didn't get introduced quite yet. But that was because Mori had to be introduced first! And man, what an introduction that was. There was a small jump as the puffball was stolen out of Kurumi's hands with no warning, but otherwise, no parties seemed distressed over it. In fact, Mori just kept doing what she was clearly best at. Staring.
"I don't see a spot of rust on you," the Pafumon responded, honestly. Obviously, it was taking what their creator said quite literally! "In fact, you seem like a very fancy hat. You must be the star of many formal events." Was Manami actually that fancy? Rumi didn't have anything to base that on. But Amorie sounded so sincere!
And at first, the blonde assumed that her new 'friend' was just sucking up to the 'mon that created her! Until introductions between them were done. "I did not know that." Welp. Hopefully that wasn't a sign that there was something wrong with the puffball! Or a sign that there would be, if Manami got offended! "Does that make you my parent?"
That... actually hadn't crossed Kurumi's mind. Was that how parenting happened with Digimon?
Amorie didn't seem particularly concerned about the detail, regardless of the answer. She got some nice pats out of the whole ordeal, and got the opportunity to hang out on a hat. Where she could stare through Rumi's soul a little more comfortably. Pleasant. "I aspire to become quite large." At least it would only take the day to find out if she would! Which was suddenly a concerning detail to her new owner/friend.
How big was Mori going to get?
Oh well! It was storytime! And Rumi was not going to fret over the details until things actually started to look concerning. Both Pafu and spirit user listened. Pafu without a single blink in her little body. Rumi with notably more because humans need to do that sometimes. Honestly, the whole story sounded like something that belonged in a book or an anime. And maybe it did, somewhere! "Sounds like it had a happy ending, at least."
"Do you think I'll meet my older siblings someday?" Based on some of the details, Rumi couldn't help but suspect the answer would be no. Either Mori had ignored important key information, or it had just soared over her tiny, Pafu head. "I hope to meet many siblings." How many siblings did she think Manami intended to make? "Taking care of them sounds too taxing, however," she added, after another moment of thought. After all, she wanted to take care of Rumi too! And, in her current state, that was probably one too many.
There was no protecting anyone from what Manami might do in the human world, though! Luckily, that wasn't a problem for Kurumi or Mori. Unless it suddenly became one. And the idea of getting out of the desert was a pretty good one. "Sure. Sounds good to me." But there would be one little detail to that suggestion. Rumi still didn't know how to go back to the human world! "Do you know how we can get there, though?" As long as she did, Rumi and Mori would gladly follow along!
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Post by Manami on Feb 25, 2022 3:34:40 GMT
Kurumi brought an interesting comment to the discussion. Was there enough beauty in the world to make up for the ugly things? At least to Manami, the answer was rather simple. “If we’re talking in the quantitative sense, no. Not by a long shot; that’s one of the things that makes beauty so valuable, after all.” She spoke those words as if they were an absolute truth. “However, when it comes to the qualitative sense, it’s the duty of every artist to tip the scales in favor of purity over filth. Our ultimate dream is not only to even the scales, but to tip them in beauty’s favor. There are few things as noble as bringing radiance into an otherwise impure world.” Could this be considered one of Manami’s goals? Probably, even though even by her words, it seemed fairly vague.
Amorie’s awakening would, of course, throw them off that conversation pretty handily. The small Pafumon was no doubt very peculiar with her choice of words, even though they managed to make the Trickmon grin widely. “There really are none.” She nodded, content. “I haven’t been in a formal event in a long time and I usually don’t use this form in them, but you can take for granted I’m always the star of the show! Expecting it to be any other way would be silly.”
The Pafumon’s next statement and the following question puzzled Manami, but it wasn’t something overly concerning for her. It certainly hadn’t been the first thing something like this happened. “Well, now you know it!” She replied without missing a beat. “And… sure? We don’t really share any volume of data, but you can call me whatever you like, just as long as you're aware that your place is with Ru-Ru and that, while I don’t really mind your presence, I’m not gonna babysit anyone for prolonged periods of time! Not like you need babysitting, anyway; chances are you’re gonna end up taking care of this human over here. For some reason, their species have a strange desire to get themselves killed in the weirdest of ways.”
Of course, a smile made itself present in Manami’s face as soon as Mori laid out her plans. “I have no doubt about that. Just don’t go around playing rough with Ru-Ru when you do it. Humans are very fragile.”
Eventually, the story was told, and while Rumi didn’t have anything else to add, the Pafumon seemed to be extremely curious about her family. Sadly, the answer Manami had for her wasn’t an encouraging one. “It’s unlikely. If they’re out there somewhere, they probably have gone through a fair bit of reincarnations, and they probably wouldn’t even recognize me.” Hopefully that wouldn’t deter her, though! She seemed to be oddly fond of having a family. Maybe that was a good thing? “I can assure you that I’ll introduce you to a new sibling fairly soon, though! With any luck you two will get along.” If anything, Amorie was behaving like a sweetheart right now.
Least to say, it was more than evident that, just like she avoided them, Manami wasn’t going to dump parenting duties on anyone unwilling to partake in them! Maybe Kurumi was an exception, but considering her a parenting figure to little Mori was probably an incorrect statement to make. What now, then? That was simple enough to answer. “Good! Let me fold the tent and we’ll be on our way.” In case Kurumi wanted a more concise answer, she’d have to wait until the Trickmon was done storing her temporary workshop; once that had been taken care of, from the last things she was storing, she suddenly threw a somewhat thick and rugged cloak in the blonde’s direction. “You’ll need it to shield yourself and little Amorie from the wind and the sand.” Moments later, the digimon’s body morphed and expanded, finally replaced by a massive, somewhat humanoid figure. The lanky, yet no doubt regal visage of Dynasmon X made itself present, and promptly scooped the two smaller beings. “There’s gotta be a city somewhere near, right? I can scout the zone fairly quickly like this, so we should be able to locate one in time. Once we do, it’s gonna be easy to figure a way to get to the human world!”
A happy-go-lucky plan? Absolutely, but no doubt fairly likely to work! There were few digimons who could really say no to a Dynasmon X, after all. And if they were… well, Manami could always just evolve further. [Exit]
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