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Post by Deleted on Jul 11, 2021 19:22:11 GMT
Even Airi had to admit that the sea was beautiful. The serene landscape of blue stretching out farther than she could see. The glistening sparkles of the waters as the sun's rays trickled down to meet the vast expanse of the ocean. The salty, yet comforting breeze passing by, lightly tussling her hair as it tickled the back of her neck. The sea was beautiful indeed.
And it was just as beautiful from sitting next to an open window as it was standing outside. "This has been so much fun. I'm getting back on the bus," She stated not ten seconds after she stepped onto the sand and felt the irritating little particles get in between her feet and her sandals. She turned around and stepped back onto their ridiculously out-of-place school bus, only for a hand to grab her shoulder. The Sistermon Noir that had a hold of her glared down at her with an intimidating, yet slightly-crazed expression.
"Oh no, dear child..." She whispered with all the malice of a thousand puppy-murderers. "We're all on this trip together, and I'm not going to permit you to just sit on the bus. You're going to be suffering the same anguish as I am, my little mascot!" She suddenly threw the little girl back into the arms of a metallic monstrosity that was Chihaya the Tankmon.
No! Hell no! There was no way that Airi was gonna spend all day getting burnt to a crisp by the sun, get sand in places that shouldn't even be logically feasible, and be threatened by whatever seafaring, cannon-mounted monstrosity that passed for sharks here in the Digital World! She had to think of something, fast! Sable may be smart, but she was still a Digimon! There was still something Airi could use against her!
"Oh, but... but... I'm not prepared for this!" Airi stated, trying to squirm out of the Tankmon's grasp to no avail. "And... unlike Digimon, humans can't play on the beach without something to protect them from the sun! And... and it's a cultural taboo for humans to play on the beach without one on! You know, us humans with all our funny rules about clothes and stuff, you know?"
...That was convincing enough, right? Not even Sable could know every little detail about the human world! But the Sistermon gave the little girl a reassuring smile, as Airi's face went from shock to sheer horror as Sable held up a bottle of sunscreen in one hand, and a hanger holding up a tacky, sickeningly pink two-piece, complete with frills and ribbons and all.
"Don't worry, little one! Mother Sable always looks after her dear children!" Sable stated with a sadistic glee. "Chihaya, dear, I have to step out, but do make sure that this little one doesn't have any trouble getting changed, okay?"
"Kehehehehe... Of course!" Chihaya assured her general as she was left alone with the girl. "Now... are you ready to have some fun in the sun?"
"I don't think I'll ever understand humans..." Chihaya noted, staring at the little girl up and down. "You're so weak that you have to put on some magic cream to protect you from something as weak as sunlight, but instead of doing the smart thing and putting on armor plating, you put on... this..." She poked Airi's exposed belly with her part-finger, part-gun barrel. "It's like... you're asking to be torn to shreds by a swarm of bullets!" Airi jerked away from the Tankmon as she stepped further onto the wet sand. She was hoping that the Tankmon's treads would get stuck in the sand or something, but so far, no luck. Putting Chihaya's alarmingly disturbing mentality aside, Airi wasn't a big fan of this kind of thing, either. Like... what was the point on all these frills? It didn't seem very functional, considering it could get snagged on something faster than you could say "wardrobe malfunction". The tide rolled forward, sending the very edge of the ocean at her ankles and she jumped away in a panic. "Shit! Shit! Shit!" There was no way she was gonna get swept up into the ocean! There was probably tons of frickin' sharks with frickin' laser beams on their heads, dolphins with buzzsaws for fins, or radioactive starfish! "Kehahaha!" Chihaya chuckled, amused. "What's the matter, little girl? Afraid of getting a little wet?" "A-aren't you?" Airi responded with as much confidence that she could muster. "I don't see Sarge getting very close to the water! Are you sure that you should be getting so close yourself?" "Kehehehehe... keh," The Tankmon's condescending chuckle abruptly ended with a sudden realization, as she began to slowly back away from both Airi and the encroaching water, glaring at the little girl all the while. She had no doubt been instructed to keep an eye on her, presumably to make sure Airi didn't run away the moment Sable's back was turned. It was more than a little suffocating. Airi sighed, holding up the Xros Loader dangling from a strap around her neck. Did the fashion industry think that bikinis + pockets would make the universe implode or something? She hated wearing it like this, mostly because she just hated dangly stuff that flew around everywhere whenever she wanted to move quickly. Not to mention the fact that someone could just grab the strap and there goes Airi's Digivice. Not to mention the fact that they could like, strangle her with the cord of something. She looked around towards the group of malcontents that was considered her army, the amalgamation of Airi and Sable's struggles throughout the Digital World. There was of course, Chihaya the Tankmon, glaring at the little girl while keeping a safe distance from the dreaded water, of course, most likely dealing with her discomfort in the environment by imagining what the impact of a cannon blast would due to squishy human. Not far behind her, were two Sistermon and a Commandramon doing their best to build sandcastles. The smaller Sistermon, Ivori the Sistermon Blanc, lifted up a plastic bucket to reveal a small tower of sand conformed to the shape of the bucket. Her eyes were sparkling as if she had seen the most fascinating thing in the world as she tugged at the sleeves of the Sistermon Noir to get her attention. Sable, to her credit was putting on a fake smile and pretending she was having a good time, and by the time she turned her head over to Ivori's great work of creation, half of her bucket-shaped tower had already collapsed in on herself. Ivori looked so devastated that she seemed like she was about to cry for a second, but after a reassuring pat on the head from her beloved sister, she gathered the courage to try again. Next to the pair, Sarge the Commandramon was had considerably greater amount of luck and talent when it came to constructing sand-based architecture. It wasn't entirely elaborate just yet, but the cyborg Digimon looked like he was just getting started. Still, the fact that he was sitting next to Sable would be his piece of work's downfall. The Sistermon Noir would look to Sarge's work of creation, then to Ivori's meager attempt on her other side, and wouldn't you know it, the clumsy Sistermon would "fall over" and "accidentally" tumble into Sarge's work, causing half of his creation to fall apart. Naturally, she looked oh-so apologetic towards the clearly displeased Commandramon. The sun must be getting to her, or something! But the Commandramon let out a long sigh, shook his head as if it were no big deal, and began to get back to work. A little bit past them, where it was a great deal more dry, a one-armed Sistermon Ciel was sprawled out onto the warm sand, resting her head on a mound of sand that seemed to be the most uncomfortable pillow in the world. Yet sure enough, Azura seemed perfectly content napping on top of the sand in the middle of the beach. The pinnacle of relaxation. Yet as if to counteract this or just to bring balance to the universe, a BladeKuwagamon buzzed above her, and despite not even having a face, it gave a crazed death-glare to whatever moving creature got close and threatened to ruin the Sistermon Ciel's nap. Airi hadn't gotten to know Blaydson very well, but she had a feeling that it would genuinely cut someone if they got close enough. And finally BLU-J, a small MailBirdramon the size of a hawk was flying in circles in the blue skies above, scanning the sandy shores. He would occasionally swoop down when the tides receded, picked something up out of the sand, then retreated back to the safety of the sky before the water returned. He would then dive down further away, where he had dug out a small hole, where he was apparently amassing a collection of sea shells. Welp, no beach would be complete without annoying birds taking stuff from the beach, Airi supposed. But for all the praise the beach received... Airi just couldn't agree with it. Despite coming in a group, Airi stood half-naked, the burning sun poking down at her. Her skin felt gross from the sunscreen. Her feet were sinking into the sand and she could feel little bits of it digging in between her toes. And she was standing next to a vast expanse full of things that could kill her in a million different ways... drowning, pressure, drowning, ocean life, drowning, oil spills, and, oh yeah... drowning! Seriously, who would want to willingly submerge themselves in an environment where you would have to constantly kick and wave your arms around a bunch just so you don't sink and die? "Next trip we take, I'm doing the planning..." |
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Post by Miyako + Mantis on Jul 11, 2021 23:10:58 GMT
For an outing that had been her idea, Miyako was genuinely uncertain as to what to do upon actually...well, getting to the beach. Standing with her arms folded, the albino was clad in a black two-piece that lacked any sort of frills, because her dress was already enough, with the bracelet that was her EV suit...where it always was.
Was she supposed to just look at it, or was there more to beach outings than just coming by and staring upon the endless blue? It was an uncertainty, but...it felt nice not needing to worry about burning. The EV suit worked great with that.
And she was more or less just here with Mantis. Her entourage all had different things to do, Robin had to go get food, Nanashi...well, Nanashi was actually there at the beach with them. It's just that the Hawkmon had decided that wearing shades and falling asleep on a chair beneath a parasol was a lot more worthwhile than anything that had to do with socializing. For whatever it was worth, it looked like a very peaceful sleep.
Mantis himself, though...The Kotemon had decided that much like his daughter, socialization was for the weak, and so had quite literally been spending his time digging a hole in the sand. "I refuse to partake in a beach episode. It is unseemly, and unkind. As such, I will remain here until such that I am needed for clutch plays within a volleyball game."
Miyako stared towards him, folding her arms. "Do not look at me like that. You look like the beacons of Gondor. Go blind someone." The Kotemon uttered, as he hopped into his hole. As if it were made for him.
"...Yeah, okay. Go...do whatever you do, then." For someone usually really energetic about trying all this stuff that she would otherwise be unable to do in the other world, Miyako found that...the lack of anyone she KNEW around here REALLY bummed her out. Plus everyone else was doing their own thing. Might as well go on a wal-...
"Oh! Hirano-san!" That was someone she recognized from the world's absolutely safest sleepover where nobody at all got hit by a bus! She ran over towards Airi! "I wasn't expecting to run into you here!"
...Miya was probably the only person in the world who could be happy to see someone under the employ of Mother Sable.
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Post by Yuko Himura on Jul 30, 2021 13:40:56 GMT
Summer always reminded Yuko Himura of the day she had become a Tamer, so she made sure to visit Whitewater’s tropical beaches around this time of year. After all, it meant getting double the vacation time thanks to the temporal loophole, while also not having to worry about all the annoying catcalls from overcompensating frat boys, which were getting more common now that she was on the precipice of adulthood.
The Japanese delinquent was currently drifting in the digital water, clad in a modest bikini that was colored black, blue and pink to match with her dyed hair. The titanium piercings that riddled her face were thankfully immune to rusting. “Whew! I can never get used to how weird it feels to swim in zeros and ones!” She mused.
“Bah! Swimming!” A grumpy Jokermon floated by, riding a paddle boat that was shaped like a Swanmon. In lieu of his usual jester’s outfit, the Demon Man Digimon was wearing a purple and green Hawaiian shirt with matching trunks, a pair of flip-flops and a pair of black shades. He kept his signature jester’s hat on for marketability reasons. “If humans were meant to swim, they would be born with gills and fins instead of hair!”
“DUUUUUDE! Swimming is, like, totally awesome! Everyone should be doing it!” MarineDevimon’s big head emerged from the water, generating ripples strong enough to rock Jokermon’s boat. Turning his monstrous visage towards the shore, the amphibian devil squinted his three eyes. “Wait a minute, there’s people there! Radicalicious! I’m going over there to break the ice, then we can have a totally tubular beach party!”
With that, the Aquatic Beast Man dove underwater. His gigantic shadow slowly approaching the happy-go-lucky beachgoers made for a menacing scene that was one John Williams score away from being taken straight out of a horror film! The tip of his calamari-shaped head was the first thing to poke out of the water. Soon, the rest of him came out, towering over the colorful assortment of Digimon and human children alike with his kaiju-esque height.
“WASSUP, BROS AND BROETTES! WHO WANTS TO PARTAY?” The Devimon subspecies yelled at the top of his lungs. His attempt at a friendly approach was no doubt offset by his terrifying appearance, his massive size, his razor-sharp teeth, his writhing tentacles and, of course, his very nature as a Virus-attribute Digimon. This may have been very poorly thought out…
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Post by Deleted on Aug 7, 2021 23:21:16 GMT
And all of a sudden, Airi's group which had been crowding the beach plenty enough before felt all the more crowded.
A Hawkmon taking a nap not too far from the sleeping Azura. Blaydson, her ever-vigilant sword companion aimed its attention towards the sleeping bird, likely wondering if it should leave sleeping birds lie. Sure, a sleeping bird wasn't a threat for now, but a sleeping bird with a slit throat wasn't a threat for eternity. Well... it was just out of range. Maybe another day.
A Kotemon that just seemed to be digging a hole in the sand for no rhyme or reason. And seemed kind of grumpy. But... there was a group not too far from them, and it was only a matter of time until Ivori decided to greet him. She started to give a polite bow, but stopped midway! She was here at the beach! She should be more informal! "What is up with you, my friend?" She asked instead, giving a smile and a small hand wave with exactly two shakes of her wrist. "You're very talented at umm... digging up sand! Would you like to help me build a luxurious sand castle? I would like to make a world record!" Was Mantis actually good at digging holes? Who knows, but she couldn't leave someone to play by themselves at a beach, right? And naturally, doting older sibling that she was, Sable was eyeing the interaction, ready to respond to just about anything at a moment's notice.
And there was the little human girl, who could probably pass for a porcelain statue if she stood still for any period of time. And she was greeting Airi! The little Xros General had definitely met her before, but what was her name again? She met him at that sleepover that was all kind of some unfinished blur. Maki...? Maiko...? Mika... Miya! Her name was Miya! "Oh, Miya-chan! Wow! I never expected to see you here!" Personally, Airi was indifferent to the girl, but she put on a mask of joyous surprise all the same. It was what was expected, right?
But as for the Tankmon nearby... Well, Chiyaha didn't exactly conform to all the social norms. And seeing someone Airi was friendly towards... that was kind of an opportunity. Mother Sable made it clear that in no uncertain terms was Chihaya allowed to brutally murder Airi (or any kind of murder, for that matter), but the Sistermon Noir never said anything about her friends. Only problem was... little Airi didn't seem to have any. But if there was someone she was friendly with... and she happened to... well... explode and send chunks of all that gross stuff humans have inside their bodies all over Airi... well... the look on the little girl's face would be priceless! "Kekekekyehehe..." The Tankmon couldn't suppress her laughter as she slowly aimed her main cannon towards the other little girl.
So naturally, the fucking sea devil appeared and took the brunt of Chihaya's attention. "Holyshitfuckballs!" She yelled out, raising her arms up and unloading a barrage of bullets towards the monstrous newcomer. But much like those old movies portrayed, bullets and kaijus interacted about the same as a fly attacking a windshield. Particularly from a creature approximately 1/16th the Ultimate-level's strength.
And of course, there was the initial shock and awe and horror that Airi portrayed at motherfucking Squidzilla's arrival. So much so, that she didn't even register MarinDevimon's invitation to party. She gulped down a good chunk of fear turning her head over towards her trusted friend and companion who never had ulterior motives. "Hey... S-sable?" She asked with clear panic in her tone as she grasped her Xros Loader. And almost on cue, Sarge stood at attention as BLU-J swooped town to land on Airi's arm. "Is... this a thing that we should try to kill? Or just run away from?"
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Post by Miyako + Mantis on Aug 9, 2021 0:56:57 GMT
Truth be told, Nanashi was content to not be disturbed. Travelling with the group she had been was something that was actually more than a little stressful for the young Hawkmon. Of course, the Patamon mentioned earlier had returned with a single burger, nomming on it as he flew above the water...and near Yuko and Jokermon.
"If you really think about it, swimming is a social construct for people to brave frontiers they never braved before." Robin nodded, sagely.
Mantis paused in his digging to regard Ivori, seeming a little wary of her at first before he returned the wave. "Not much. I was digging a hole to bury myself up to my head within, but I can aid in construction of a sand castle." ...He was silently hoping that this lady didn't attempt to maim his tamer. "What record are we shooting for?" He...didn't know of any world records regarding sand castles...
Nor was he unaware of another Sistermon watching them. One eye met the other. Acknowledgement.
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No, this wasn't that Sistermon Noir. Pity.
"Neither did I! ...I'll admit, I've...never been to one of these before--it's a terrible idea thanks to my condition, yet the EV suit mitigates that whole thing. So, I figured I'd try it at least once. It's...really relieving to run into someone I know here!"
Literally. The one person her age. She was woefully unaware of the Tankmon aiming to try and snipe her, but she heard the shot go off and wide for...A Kaiju? Miyako's eyes widened as MarineDevimon surfaced and made himself known before declaring an invitation to party! "Wow, that's SO FUCKING COOL!" She exclaimed, before she cleared her throat. "I don't think he's hostile given the invitation plus general idea of sapience. ...I do however fear for his ability to, given he's so huge..."
Mantis looked over to MarineDevimon. "I am in the midst of conspiring to defy a world record. But I will consider this invitation." He called out.
...Nanashi was still asleep, and Robin was...monching a burger and staring at a kaiju. Wow. Such huge. Holy shit. Wew. Unit. All that fun stuff.
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Post by Yuko Himura on Aug 9, 2021 10:05:50 GMT
MarineDevimon smiled proudly when the albino child called him F-ing cool. “Could this woman be one of ‘my people’?” He thought to himself.
His happy thoughts were interrupted by a barrage of bullets courtesy of the murder-happy Tankmon, which forced the Aquatic Beast Man to recoil, not necessarily from the pain, but from his wounded feelings. “Whoa, whoa, whoa! What’s that for, my dude? I just wanted to vibe with y’all!” He cried, raising his clawed tentacles in front of him to protect his (not so) handsome visage.
“Hey, stop that! He’s not a threat!” Yuko yelled, having swam all the way to the shore. She then clasped her own knees, panting heavily in exhaustion. “Holy fuck… How did I get here so fast… My heart feels like it’s gonna explode out of my chest…” She mumbled.
After taking a minute to catch her breath, the Japanese delinquent fixed one of her loose bikini straps, before addressing the entire beach group. “But yeah, he’s not hostile. And he’s sapient and stuff. What happened to not judging people by their appearances?” She mildly chastised them.
“Don’t waste your breath, Yuko…” MarineDevimon interjected, his tone sounding much more grave and melancholic than his usual upbeat surfer dude attitude. “Every time I try to hang out with normal people, the same thing happens. They get terrified, they run away, they attack me…” His dejected expression gave way to scowl filled with bitterness and pent up frustration. “I’m sick of it, dude. I hate Whitewater!”
With that, the gargantuan sea devil slowly retreated into the oceanic depths, his large, underwater shadow moving ever further from the beach. “Dude, come back here! Did you really get that butthurt about it?” Yuko shouted at him, but to no avail. She then turned towards the Tankmon, angrily squinting her eyes and putting her hands around her waist.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 17, 2021 5:48:50 GMT
It was moments like these that Airi wasn't sure how to deal with. Large monsters, random strangers, sudden crowds... Airi hated surprises with a passion, but this world just seemed full of them. Kaiju squid devils, delinquent teenage girls that could apparently put Michael Phelps to shame, little albino girls and her whole posse, though Airi supposed she had quite the crowd around her as well. Well, around her and the manipulative partner of hers.
She gave the newly-arrived teenage girl a thoughtful look. Well... of course someone looking like her would probably be big on not judging people on the surface. If you hate the way people look at you, just change your appearance, stupid! Especially for a Digimon like MarineDevimon, it's so damned easy!
"I don't know..." Pressing her finger to her chin as if in deep thought while the delinquent girl caught her breath. "Maybe because I'm so young and I don't really understand all of that stuff, but when a giant person comes along that looks like it could squish you, that's really scary, don't you think, auntie?" Airi didn't really think that this newcomer looked all that old, but perhaps making her feel a little self-conscious might come in handy. Especially at a place like the beach, where being self-conscious was practically hardwired into humans.
Then Airi felt a hand rub the top of her head in just a way that she despised. Sable, no doubt. "However, it's still no excuse to open fire on a stranger that was just greeting us!" The Sistermon Noir stated, in a rather dramatic, but apologetic tone. "If that MarineDevimon was a comrade of yours, I must deeply apologize for my dear Chihaya's actions!" She gestured to the trigger-happy Tankmon. "She's duty-bound to protect this dear child besides me, and she was far too zealous in protecting her! Surely there's someone you would go to such extremes to protect, right?"
"Hehe... sorry..." The Tankmon chuckled, her tone not even the least bit apologetic. It almost sounded mocking. "That big guy just popped up in my blind spot! I overreacted!"
What good are you as a bodyguard if you have that big of a blind spot!? Airi thought, trying to not play the straight-man out loud during the course of the Tankmon's blatant lie.
"You'll dig deep in your heart to forgive us, right?" Sable faced Yuko with a desperate expression.
Meanwhile, the Sistermon Blanc moved further out to the ocean, screaming out into the waves with all the might her soft voice could afford. "E-Excuse me, Mr. MarineDevimon? Would you like to help us build a sandcastle? We're all want to make it a world record, and we could really use someone big like you to help!" She turned back to Mantis, clenching her fist with a fire in her eyes. "I have no idea what the world record is right now, but if we all do our best, we should be able to do it, right?"
Eventually, introduction were in order, but you'll excuse me if the Xros General doesn't feel like starting off with that.
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Post by Miyako + Mantis on Aug 19, 2021 1:33:39 GMT
"I think they got startled, you're okay, dude!" Miyako called up to MarineDevimon. Even if he was such a huge monster, seeing his feelings get hurt like that...kind of hurt. She glanced over to Airi before nodding...and tilting her head, quizically. "'Auntie...?' I don't...look that old, do I? I mean, you're around my age, right...?" She exhaled.
That wave of self-consciousness was unfamiliar to Miyako. And she didn't really like it. "I get what you mean, though. This is, however, a safe place, so even sudden appearances like that shouldn't lead to outright violence..." Another pause. "...Oh wow, you look awesome too!" Miyako said, upon sighting Yuko. SHE HAD METAL IN HER FACE. THAT WAS RAD!
"We'll figure it out. When all is said and done, I shall bury myself next to my work so that I may stand an eternal vigil. Most call me Mantis. Who are you, Sistermon? ...And I'm going to assume the Noir over there is your sister." He peered at the fleeing MarineDevimon, and...truth be told? So did the Patamon. Speaking of.
Robin decided to fly after him. "Hey, don't let some bullets rain on your parade!" He called out!
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Mantis didn't need to interject here. He didn't...feel it necessary to, truth be told...
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Post by Yuko Himura on Aug 19, 2021 9:29:19 GMT
Despite the Sistermon’s and the Patamon’s pleas, MarineDevimon didn’t come back, his shadow becoming smaller and smaller, until he had submerged himself in the deepest depths of the digital ocean. Either their voices were too puny to reach his ears, or the tentacle demon’s feelings had been wounded so badly that a mere pep talk wouldn’t fix things.
The Tamer’s cheeks flushed a faint shade of pink at the nickname she’d been given. “Who are you calling an auntie, you fucking brat!” She yelled in anger, before realizing that trying to pick a fight with a girl that was almost a decade younger than her wasn’t exactly the best look. The other Sistermon’s apology helped diffuse the situation anyway. “Fine, whatever, you’re forgiven. At least the white kid thinks I’m cool.” The pierce-faced teenager huffed, crossing her arms in front of her chest.
“Yuko, what’s with the commotion? And why did MarineDevimon storm off while crying like a Fresh Digimon?” Jokermon came in on his paddle boat that totally didn’t make him look ridiculous, lowering his shades and staring at the beach crew with a confused expression. “Who are you people?” The Hawaiian shirt-clad jester asked.
After Yuko explained the situation to him, the Demon Man Digimon nodded understandingly. “Ah, I see. And now you’re trying to get MarineDevimon to come back.” He mused, before placing a finger on his chin, as if thinking. “Hmmm… This brings to mind the legend of the sun goddess Amaterasu. I’ve been immersing myself in human mythology as of late. Anyway, according to the legend, Amaterasu shut herself inside a cave after being annoyed by her brother’s incessant bullying, which resulted in the world being plunged into total darkness. The other gods gathered outside the cave and begged her to come out to no avail, until the goddess Ame-no-Uzume performed an… exotic dance that drew the curious Amaterasu out. And that’s how light was restored to the world through the power of--”
Yuko imitated the sound of a buzzer with her mouth, while forming an ‘X’ with her arms. “We are NOT doing that!” She stated. As the oldest human on the beach, she had to be the responsible one. Exposing young children to such lewdness would be highly inappropriate.
Question was, if not by way of an ‘exotic’ dance, how would they draw MarineDevimon out? Maybe the rest of the group could come up with a better idea that would achieve the desired result while leaving everyone’s clothes intact.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 24, 2021 20:37:22 GMT
Yep. Punk girl, whose name was Yuko, apparently, got mad at her. What a shocker. "I'm sorry, miss, please don't yell at me!" Airi said in a pleading, defenseless tone. Things settled down, though, so that was out of the way, at least. But the MarineDevimon didn't come back, and now someone then the vacation-clown arrived. But Sable and Airi managed to make their introductions, as well as the introductions of their group. Not gonna write it, however, because Xros General. And vacation-clown's little legend gave Airi an idea. She had no idea what an "exotic dance" meant, though. And Yuko seemed to be against it. She guessed that she wasn't a very good dancer.
"Well... It was our fault that Mr. MarineDevimon got scared in the first place, right? Then it's only fair that Chihaya try the dance, instead!" She gestured over towards the Tankmon who shrugged.
"Sorry. Can't dance. Got two left treads. I can try to shoot him underwater, though. Maybe drive him back onto the land."
So that was a big nope on their end. But then the Commandramon just kind of popped up next to the group, and bashfully cleared his cyborg throat. "If an obscene dance is out of the question, then we could try simply try baiting him back to shore," He offered, clearly uncomfortable with the number of eyes on him at the moment. "What kind of bait would draw his attention?"
Meanwhile, Ivori seemed a little dejected that MarineDevimon didn't respond, but she shook it off enough to respond to Mantis. "Oh! Yes! I'm Ivori, the youngest of the three of us!" She explained, pointing over towards Sistermon Noir gathered near Yuko's group and Miyako, and towards Azura, the one-armed Sistermon Ciel still asleep while what looked to be a bloodthirsty BladeKuwagamon hovered over her. "They're twins, so they're both my precious oldest sisters!" She lingered in the joy of being reunited with her family for a little bit before asking, "So, do you have anyone like a sibling of your own, Mr. Mantis?"
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Post by Miyako + Mantis on Sept 12, 2021 6:42:22 GMT
Oh no oh dear oh gosh this wasn't good! That was also probably a really long string of 'ohs' in Miyako's head, but when Airi put on that tone in response to Yuko getting understandably a bit offended over being called old (she really didn't seem that old if at all??? It was unclear why Airi called her auntie--was she really an aunt?).
Miyako had not expected the harlequin to be versed in Japanese mythology, though....But she hadn't heard this story before. Parental filters didn't like it. She just stared on in rampant confusion before she glanced to Airi and shrugged. "Guess we're not dancing?"
"Don't make people dance if they don't wanna dance, that's like...Not cool!" Robin could be heard yelling as he watched MarineDevimon not...come back. That was kind of tragic. So, how -could- they bring back the big guy?
"...Hey, do we have a boombox? Does MarineDevimon like any particular pieces of music? If not through dance, why not appealing auditorily...?" Did she even know what that meant?
The mention of a boombox meanwhile roused a certain Hawkmon from her slumber, and through the corner of her eye, she saw...It. The boombox of legend, the Infernal Boombox of eld, passed down through millennia, and now...Now it was here. Why? "...Who left this here?" The Hawkmon mused...before she went right back to sleep.
Mantis was meanwhile unsure of how to respond to Ivori. There was a second of silence, before he shook his head. "Not by blood. There are people I call brothers and sisters alike, yet I don't really have any family that precedes me--or anyone that was born with me. I have two daughters and two granddaughters though. One's asleep."
The blue Sistermon was unfamiliar to him, while he knew of the other two kinds of Sistermon...how much had changed? Plus, explaining the fact that he had no siblings felt a little depressing.
For how much he denigrated himself, Mantis felt awful putting a damper like that on Ivori. "So. Sand castle. How do you plan to go about this?"
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Post by Yuko Himura on Sept 12, 2021 13:51:00 GMT
Thankfully, the crew pretty much unanimously agreed that trying out an exotic dance like ye olde Japanese legend was a no go. The pale-skinned girl’s partner was searching for an immensely powerful item called the Infernal Boombox, but unless they were able to complete an S-Rank mission within a reasonable amount of time, getting their hands on a legendary artifact like that was a pipe dream.
Yuko, for one, did not seem thrilled with the idea of playing music. “I dunno about that, chief. It’d be kind of a di- impolite move to throw a party while he’s off sulking and feeling depressed.” She said, suddenly feeling conscious about her use of foul language, even though she had dropped the F-word twice already.
Contemplating Commandramon’s suggestion of using bait to draw MarineDevimon out, the punk girl started counting with her fingers. “MarineDevimon likes three things. Surfing, sunny beaches and babes in bikinis.” She said, as if repeating a well-known mantra. “There are no waves to surf on right now, your gun nut of a friend basically drove him out of the sunny beach, and I don’t see any babes in bikinis… not unless I look in a mirror, that is. Hehehe!” She snickered at her own terrible joke, before realizing that nobody else was laughing, causing a bead of sweat to appear on her head. “Jokah’s bad humor must be rubbing off on me. Anyway…”
“Oh my Ogudomon! Sistermon Noir just put on a swimsuit!” Jokermon suddenly exclaimed in a loud voice.
“What?! But she’s not…” Yuko did a double take at first, but quickly figured out what her partner was trying to do and played along. “I mean, dang, girl! Now this feels more like a beach episode!” She shouted as well, before whispering to Jokah in a much lower voice. “What happens when he comes here and realizes that the nun is not actually wearing a swimsuit?”
“We shall improvise, dear.” The flamboyant jester whispered back. “Now play along, everyone!” He told the rest of the group.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 14, 2021 11:07:21 GMT
"...I see," Sarge stated, leaving his meaning vague when Yuko explained MarineDevimon's interests, in addition to a little self-flattery. He didn't really see them organic folk in that regard, so he's just take the young woman's word for it.
Meanwhile, Chihaya looked like she was going to protest, "Hey, it wasn't my fault some squid-fu-" But after Sable gently placed a hand on the Tankmon's head, she begrudgingly silenced herself.
"My dear child, it seems that dear Chihaya could use some time alone, if you would..."
"Don't have to tell me twice," Airi softly muttered, pressing a button on her Xros Loader and sending the Tankmon to whatever kind of place was inside the Digivice. Maybe like, a pool table or something. Or knowing the psychotic Tankmon, more likely a shooting range, with cardboard cutouts of Airi as the targets.
Then Jokermon just blurted something out of the blue, causing Airi and Sable alike to take pause. It took a quick second for Sable to catch on, but after a slight twinge of irritation, she regained her composure. Though it didn't seem like she particularly wanted to play along.
Airi on the other hand, couldn't resist the opportunity to potentially embarrass the Sistermon Noir. "Wow, Mother Sable! I sure hope that I can look like that one day! Isn't that right, Miya-chan?"
"Yes... Her bodily proportions seem specified to be conventionally attractive to any biological organisms." Probably wasn't very helpful, but hey, at least he tries.
"Fine..." Sable drew in a deep breath after a long, exasperated sigh. Then she loudly declared... "Why thank you all for your compliments, little ones! This is but one of the many blessings I've received for walking such a holy and righteous path! Normally I would dare not attempt to dress so immodestly such as right now, but the beach is a sacred place in of itself..." As for the improvising part...? "And... I fear that my fair, silky skin burns oh-so easily, so I will not be wearing this for very long! So I can only hope that one would hurry to bear witness before it's too late!"
Meanwhile, back at the B-Plot, Ivori was pretty much ignoring whatever everyone else was screaming about. She had made a new friend! "I know that I'm blessed by having such siblings, but I hope that all your family are healthy and fine!" And... one of them was sleeping? She turned over towards the napping Hawkmon. Well, she supposed he was probably his family or something.
And as for building the sandcastle! Well... it turned out that Ivori did in fact have an idea! "Well... since we're surrounded by so much sand, we can just put it all together to make a big castle!" She exclaimed excitedly.
And in that moment, Mantis may realize that the Sistermon Blanc, personality aside... might not be... the brightest Digimon in the world.
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Post by Miyako + Mantis on Sept 27, 2021 2:54:27 GMT
"I was thinking it more a siren call to attract him back to the party, but...I can sort of see where you're coming from, too..." Miyako murmured. "I think the last thing I'd want to do is kick someone while they're down, I already feel bad enough for the guy..."
Of course, there was already something to help try luring MarineDevimon back with in the form of an extreme ruse involving Mother Sable! ...And Miyako decided it'd be in good fun to join in, of course! "Yes! Absolutely, 100% correct! I also hope I can achieve something similar to that! ...You think I can, right, Airi-chan?"
It is important to remember that while Sistermon were, in fact, pretty cute, they are also aliens and that it is likely extremely difficult, if not impossible to achieve a body or figure that's one to one like theirs.
However, widening the goal post a little bit and striving to emulate them to an extent is likely more doable. "Quick, get a look at this once in a lifetime sight of divinity! Sistermon Noir!"
Nanashi just lifted her head to stare over at Mother Sable, noted that nothing was different, and just went back to sleep. The Hawkmon could not be bothered.
Meanwhile, at the B-Plot, Mantis had already figured that the smallest of the three would likely be the most airheaded. "They are. I have not known them long, but I know them well enough to hold faith in them. ...Perhaps you may meet them someday, perhaps you might not. Only time will tell that tale."
There was a period of marked silence at Ivori's idea, the eyes in Mantis' helm darkening for a moment. Oh no. This Sistermon truly did imbibe upon the legendary concoction.
Dumb Mon Juice.
"...That is step one. There exist more. Have you a bucket? Castles are made via tightly packing sand together using them in order for them to maintain a solid shape. Otherwise..." Mantis would pick up a handful of sand, allowing it to fall through a gloveless hand. "It's grainy."
This was going to be a hard fight.
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Post by Yuko Himura on Sept 27, 2021 14:37:45 GMT
The rest of the girls quickly partook in the facade, and even Sable herself begrudgingly played along, mustering her mature woman aura to sound as alluring and swimsuit-y as possible. The nun’s sultry voice definitely didn’t make Yuko picture the Sistermon Noir in a skimpy bikini. No sir, Yuko was pure! Her cheeks were just red because of the heat.
Jokermon, on the other hand, was having a blast. “Oh nooo!” He wailed in perfect English, placing his hands around his face. “Looks like a Ganimon just got its grabby claws on one of Mother Sable’s bikini strings! We’re about to witness a wardrobe malfunction! Close your eyes, dear children! You are way too young to see this!” The devious jester said in an overly dramatic fashion.
“YEAAAAAAH!! Show me that dynamite bod, sister!” MarineDevimon suddenly burst out of the sea with a very excited howl, sending a torrent of salty water raining down on the entire group. In an apt demonstration of karmic justice, most of that water fell on top of Jokah, soaking his colorful clothes and making the flamboyant clown none too happy.
Upon realizing that the Sistermon Noir was fully clothed and there was no giant enemy crab threatening to disrobe her, the gigantic sea devil blinked his three red eyes confusedly. “Huh? What’s going on? Where’s the dynamite bod?”
“Mother Sable magicked her uniform back on, in order to protect the poor children. Sorry that you missed it, dude.” Yuko interjected with the world’s quickest save, while pulling her wet and sticky hair away from her eyes. “Anywhoo, since you’re here now, there’s something these kids wanted to tell you. Right, kids?” The punk girl added, glancing back at the rest of the group, particularly Airi’s army having been the worst offenders.
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