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Post by Deleted on Sept 19, 2021 21:02:48 GMT
((This is an Xros Hunt I'm trying to get through. I'm currently trying to thread with as many different people as possible right now. So if you're in one of my other open threads, please refrain from joining this one.)) Yua held up the flyer that had flown in onto the temple grounds... well... along with about 60 more of them. Seriously, it was a major pain cleaning them up. That in of itself was enough for Yua to bring down her vengeance upon whoever was behind this little event. But the contents of the flyer were far more pressing.
To the foolish cattle who live in ignorance and bliss
Living a lie that you cannot dismiss
Human or Digital, we're monsters one in the same
The blood on our hands we have but ourselves to blame
Where the souls of your dead lay we wait and we sleep
We channel their screams as they lament and they weep
Come see for yourself and let your eyes be opened
Where we lay waste the world you once put your hope in!
Yua couldn't make heads or tails of what the hell this was supposed to mean, but it was enough to raise her concerns. No matter which way she looked at it, none of the shitty poem bode well. Still, in the dead of night like this, Yua had little choice but to investigate. She wasn't sure this this was some kind of prank, or if there was someone that wasn't too keen on keeping the secret of Digimon or the Digital World secret. But as a Digimon who just wanted to live out a peaceful existence away from her homeworld, Yua had a vested interest in not letting this happen. And she would rather not see the more... drastic powers that be take control of the situation. Which meant the situation had to be handled on two fronts. Subaru had obviously taken to the internet, searching both internet and tamernet alike to see if there was any information going around related to this. While Yua had taken to the streets, tracking down whatever sources she could find. After all, she had an idea of who littered her shrine with so many stupid flyers. So really it was killing two birds with one stone.
"L-lemme go!" The Cutemon shrieked out in her soft, pathetic voice. But Yua wasn't going to fall for it. She maintained her grip on the pink fairy's scarf as the little Digimon desperately tried to prevent gravity from strangling her. "That's a really poor choice of words in this situation..." Yua's other clawed fox hand had dug into the side of the wall, near the top of the Shibuya Scramble Square. And it was a pretty long way down, where the Cutemon would no doubt end up an unrecognizable pink splatter of data. "Don't leggo, don't leggo!" The Cutemon screamed out, correcting herself. "Those flyers you littered my place with. Where did you get them? Who gave them to you? And how many did you pass around? I'd rather just drop you than let my hand cramp up, so I'd suggest you start talking before that happens." "Nononono... don't do that... umm... I was... There were these little girls hanging around that one place, where all the dead humans go! I tried to... umm... that part's not important, but... they caught me and started to beat me up a whole bunch, but they said they'd let me go if I passed around a bunch of those papers for them!"
"Alright. And where else did you pass them around?" "Nowhere else, I swear!" The Cutemon cried out pathetically. "I... I started to put them up at a couple street corners, but then I decided that going all around town was too much trouble, so I just dumped the rest all at your place!" That simultaneously made Yua feel relieved and yet pissed off all at the same time. Still, if there wasn't a whole lot of awareness for it, the greater chance the dorks over at AEGIS or DATS or heaven-forbid the vanilla police wouldn't get involved. Which left Yua a little more freedom to check things out herself. "Fine then. I'll go check this out," Yua told the little rabbit fairy. The pink Digimon's eyes glimmered with hope until Yua continued. "But you're going to be coming with me. And if I don't happen to find anything, or if I found out you're lying to me, a bunch of dead humans won't be the only ones buried in the cemetery anymore."
"W-we're here..." the Cutemon nervously stated, as if it weren't already obvious by the copious amount of gravestones surrounding them already. Yua would have much preferred to travel around in her human guise, but her Renamon was faster, and she could move in the shadows fairly easily in the dead of night. Plus... pretending to be a human in a place as solemn as this just felt... wrong to her. This was a place for the real humans to be laid to rest. Where the living grieved over their lost relatives. And Yua couldn't begin to fathom what that was like. Maybe some other Digimon were different, but other than her sister, Yua had no such people to ever grieve over. And as a Digimon, her views on mortality were... a little more malleable than a human's. In short, this place was just a cruel reminder of something that Yua would never be. She sighed, then pushed her feelings aside. Now was the time for business. "So these little girls you mentioned. What did they look like?" "Well... they looked like humans... you know... five fingers, hair... and all that stuff... I have trouble telling them apart... Oh but had pretty long hair, and I learned that means they're girls... either that or rock stars!" Wow. How helpful. "...Anything else?" "Well... I thought I could sense that they were Digimon, but those holosuit thingies kinda mess up my senses, so..." Which meant that she might have to deal with five Digimon who might not appreciate their little get-together getting broke up. So she might be getting herself into a scrap with Digimon that might be 4, maybe 16 times stronger than her. It was stupid things like this why she didn't want to be in the Digital World, anymore!
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Post by Miyako + Mantis on Sept 21, 2021 15:10:39 GMT
The dead of night was no place for Isa Miyako, yet that was really what made going out during such a time so appealing to her! Nobody usually goes out this late, and the people that did were usually scared SHITLESS of her partner! ...Who decided that nighttime was an amazing time to put the holosuit of a man most noted for being a crazed murderer in an obscure video game on. "You know. I feel as if tonight is a night that might be filled with violence." "...Why do you say that?" Miyako said, taking a sip of a thermos that was, in fact, filled with a shitton of coffee. Taking the time to elaborate, Mantis just hissed out. "Because some idiot put up a poster about a party in the cemetery and people don't really go there unless there's skeletons and I think we're nearing the anniversary of the great skeleton war." "Based?" Miyako asked. To which Mantis shrugged. "No. Not really. The Skeleton War is an old mythos that kind of wore out it's welcome even if it's still admittedly a little funny. Is it the 21st yet." "Yep." Miyako could confirm that it was indeed the 21st. "We cannot linger." Mantis murmured.
So that was why Miyako and Mantis were, in fact, at a cemetery. To stop any onset of violence. Luckily, there was a familiar face there at the gates...! "Miss Yua!" The albino rushed on over! "There might be violence or something! Or skeletons! I am woefully unaware but I might need help helping Mantis stop it." Just as Miyako finally found a pause in her words, however, a rather boisterous-sounding voice called out! From the shadows! It totally sounded kind of cool! "Have no fear, skeletons! Your bones shall not be channeled this day, for I am here!" ...If anyone were to actually look in the direction that voice came from, they would find a really odd sight in the form of a Cutemon...with strangely colored headphones, and an earthy scarf, performing a Sentai-esque pose. "Who the fuck." Mantis stared.  |
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Post by Deleted on Sept 21, 2021 17:36:55 GMT
And all of a sudden, things got to be just a bit more crowded. But not in the way that Yua had anticipated. There was the little girl that Yua had met earlier... Miya or something like that. And a mysterious man nearby... was that her partner disguised? Either that or a parental figure. It surprised her a great deal, seeing as how there were so many unsupervised children in the Digital World that she was surprised that children had attentive parents at all when first coming here. "...Skeletons? What do you me-" She was cut off by another creature's arrival, one whose form immediately triggered her irritation within her. She tightly gripped the pink scarf of the annoying fairy besides her, swung her around in circles, then flung the Cutemon at the posing Coolmon. "But WHYYYYYYYYYYY!?" The Cutemon shrieked as she went sailing through the air, tears in her eyes. "Just because," Yua answered coldly. Regardless of whether Coolmon took the hit or dodged or whatever, after crashing, the Cutemon would suddenly cling to the brown-scarfed comrade. "P-please... you have to help me!" She softly pleaded. "That Renamon's a psychopath that keeps threatening to kill me, and she won't let me go no matter how much I b-" "Oh, you're free to go," Yua called out towards the Cutemon. "If there is something going on, you're likely going to be dead weight, so scram before I change my mind." The Cutemon paused, let go of the Coolmon, patted her on the shoulder. "Right... umm... bye!" And then she unceremoniously ran away, never to seen again. OR WAS SHE!? ...Meh. Regardless, Yua calmed herself down just enough to not inflict any further violence on anyone. She looked down to Miya as if nothing had happened. "I don't know anything about skeletons. I'm just worried about a group of Digimon, or maybe a group of kids partnered with Digimon causing a ruckus and making a huge scene over on this side. I'd rather not have the powers that be decide they need to crack down on our existence over on this side." She paused for a moment before adding. "But, umm... if there are skeletons... I'll just... hit them, or something. Human bones aren't all very hard to break." Why did she know that? Probably best not to ask!
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Post by Miyako + Mantis on Sept 27, 2021 2:05:31 GMT
Coolmon immediately went 'oh shit' internally as the other Cutemon was thrown, so her immediate immediate response? Break her pose and jump to catch the other rabbit so as to ensure a safe landing! "Hey, you can't just -throw- people like that! That's not cool!" ...What a tragically simple-minded simpleton.
Truly.
She let the Cutemon depart. That was okay. "Bye, have a greater time!" Miyako and Mantis just waited for that whole interaction to finish before Yua would start to explain what was really going on (with Coolmon waddling over to listen too), and...
It was oddly sensible. "It's true, if there's a ruckus and people find out, it could risk the big secret being blown, or worse. DATS." Mantis spoke that final name with no small amount of venom. "It's also admittedly a bit disrespectful to the dead to hold a concert in the cemetery..." Miyako added. "I don't think there's going to be skeletons, so you don't need to worry, Miss Yua."
"Got a question! Do you need someone to scout ahead? Try ascertaining if they're humans or digimon or humans with Digimon? Because I do wanna actually help, and...I'm genuinely unsure how to approach this. So group input." Coolmon nodnodded!
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Post by Deleted on Sept 27, 2021 2:54:29 GMT
With the Cutemon's departure and the Coolmon's earnest attempt at being helpful, it seemed like things might actually be less of a pain for once. Yua didn't have Subaru for support, but a humans with Digimon partners tended to be pretty tough, and though she couldn't necessarily gauge the Coolmon's power, he was quick enough to catch her rage-filled throw. So he wasn't all talk.
Plus, they could stop talking about skeletons. And unless those skeletons were that of a Digimon, Yua genuinely wasn't worried. And the Coolmon offered to scout ahead, though Yua had her doubts. Any Digimon that focused on making a flashy entrance might not be the greatest infiltrator... Or have the soundest judgment. Regardless, she didn't think that was needed.
"They're either humans without Digimon, humans with Digimon, or Digimon disguised as humans," Yua explained, shaking her head. "If they're humans without Digimon, we can slap some sense into them without any effort at all. If they're humans with Digimon, I'll have sensed them if they were particularly powerful. So I don't think we have much to worry about on that front. And if they're Digimon disguised as humans... That would probably be the worst option. Either we're strong enough to take them out on our own or we're not. Sending a scout would just risk someone getting captured and reducing any combat strength we may have."
Granted, despite Yua's know-it-all talk, she was already blindly assuming there would be a fight out of it. The fact that they could just talk things out peacefully never even occurred to her. Maybe you can take the Digimon out of the Digital World, but you can't take the Digital World out of the Digimon. Or something along those lines. Either way, the Renamon was prepared for a scrap, but pressing on... they would only find... a motionless old man. Human, by the looks of it. Yua moved over towards him, kneeling down and placing her finger on his neck, waiting a bit before shaking her head. "It looks like he's dead..." She stated. Then her finger slipped, and just happened to land on his pulse. Stupid, barely-understandable human physiology. "Wait... he's still alive." This close, her senses could tell that this old man wasn't a holosuit. She looked to Miyako. "You. You understand humans better than I do. Does something seem off about this human?"
And what would the little girl say to this extremely open-ended end of a post?
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Post by Miyako + Mantis on Sept 27, 2021 3:12:23 GMT
So, this was all fine and dandy, but all three parties here could already poke a bit of a hole in this whole plan. "...Why would we need to fight them?" Miyako asked out loud. "They might not be happy that we're breaking up their party but they're assumedly reasonable if they managed to make it out here..."
"Yet they're also potentially Digimon. How many risks do you wish to run, child?" Mantis noted, folding his arms. Coolmon meanwhile nodded her head. "That's completely fair. I'll stick with you guys, then!"
And thus, the gang would press on, finding nothing at first save for a human. "Ah, he appears to indeed be..." Mantis began, yet paused, squinting. "...Maybe not dead, I know humans have a state of unconscious..."
Coolmon would remain behind, while Miyako was prompted to share her understanding of humans! She had none, really, she was only 11, but...The albino did come closer to at least check the man's pulse and try to figure out what Yua couldn't. "Well, most humans aren't really motionless...Let's see..."
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Post by Deleted on Sept 27, 2021 4:54:39 GMT
"Well... We'll see," Yua stated. The possibility of non-violence in mind, she supposed it could work. Though if there were Digimon involved... that tended not to be the case. At least not when it came to Yua. For whatever reason. But it was nice that the Coolmon was coming along.
Miya used her human medical knowledge that was surely inherent to all humans and definitely not the misguided assumption of a prejudiced Digimon. Does a Digimon's ignorance towards human count as racism? That would have to be a question for another day.
But the man began to stir as Miya approached him. His eyes opened, saw the little girl, then they widened with horror. "No! A ghost girl!" In an instant the old man crabwalked backwards until his back hit a tombstone. He reached down at his side, gripping a spade and waving it around frantically towards the little girl. "Back away, you ghostly little bitch! You're not taking me to the afterlife tonight!"
Yua gave this a long pause, wondering what the appropriate course of action to take here. Personally, she was down for kicking the man in the face and demanding information. But apparently she was violent or something. Besides, the only person the old man would be threatening right now was the human girl, and she had a whole Digimon partner for that.
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Post by Miyako + Mantis on Sept 29, 2021 3:57:21 GMT
Fun fact, Miya had only a relatively basic knowledge of medicine. Take pulse, see if there's any outwardly visible symptoms, work from there, easy peasy, lemon squeezy. However. This was about to get a touch more harmful psychologically! Probably. She yelped as the man suddenly sprang to life, and crabwalked away from her.
She glanced down to her hands. Ghostly white. A deathly pallor. "I-I'm not a ghost..." She murmured. Miyako may or may not have been unprepared to deal with someone actually mistaking her for a ghost. Of course...
She did have a Digimon with her. Mantis would take a few heavy steps forward, exhaling. "Hey. Old Bastard. Two things. One, apologize to my little sister or I'm going to put you in one of those graves myself, and you know what? I don't want to do that. So comply, arthritis. Pending the completion of number one. Two. Have you seen anyone with instruments."
Very to the point, Mantis. Good job. Such wow.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 29, 2021 20:33:35 GMT
The old man was freaking out, threatening Miya. Mantis stepped forward and threatened the old man in return. Coolmon was also... somewhere, probably. Yua stepped forward as well, further cornering the old man, but didn't say anything.
"D-d-demons! You're all just a bunch of d-damned ghosts, aren't you!? First those group of girls, and then now it's a bunch of little monsters!" He shrieked, continuing to wave it in front of him as if it would protect him. "Well... you can't get to me! Actually, please, don't take me away just yet! My granddaughter's graduation is in just a few months! I've got to live at least a little longer! So... you can't spirit me away! Or... I'll definitely curse you demons or something!" The old man was stammering on and on, talking about this and that and it was just grating for Yua to hear. And he also noticeably NOT answering any of Mantis's questions.
Yua got annoyed by all this, moved into the old man's blind spot, then pressed a clawed hand against his neck. He screamed and struggled at first, but soon he grew weak and eventually lost consciousness. Yua let go of the man, letting him drop to the ground before saying, "He wasn't very helpful, so I made an executive decision. And he was annoying me. Sorry." But everyone present had a feeling that Yua wasn't actually sorry. Besides, Digimon being ghosts? That was just dumb.
Still, things seemed at a dead end until a hissing sound came from further into the graveyard. And along with that hissing sound, an eerie purple fog poured through, spreading across the ground and covering everyone's feet.
"Hehehehe... looks like we've got some company, girls..." A far-off voice commented. "Are all of you ready?"
"A-as ready as I'll ever be!"
"Definitely not! But let's do our best!"
"Affirmative. I have made the necessary preparations."
"Huh? Ready for what?"
There was a harsh, yet unintelligible whisper followed by, "Oh, that! Yeah, let's do it!"
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Post by Miyako + Mantis on Oct 21, 2021 21:14:28 GMT
Group of girls, huh? Well, that was an idea as to who the hell would be messing around in a graveyard. Coolmon had wanted to act but...uh. Mantis suddenly coming to Miyako's defense and the ensuing result had happened before the dumb rabbit could really do much.
She did linger behind Yua, though. "I sorta get it, uncooperative folk are legitimately the worst. They just prattle on and on and it's kind of...bleeeeegh." The rabbit groaned. Miyako just...sighed. "Answered nothing, even if we learned something." She didn't feel all that comfortable after all that.
Oh, shit, fog! "...Hm." Mantis just peered towards where the hissing noise had been coming from. "That way." He noted, before starting off in that direction, marching forth with hands in his pockets. "Hey, wait up!" Miyako and Coolmon both ran off after Mantis, and HOPEFULLY?
...Yua'd probably help, right?
Right?
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Post by Deleted on Oct 26, 2021 22:27:46 GMT
Yua didn't really feel guilty about attacking the old man like that, though... she didn't really want to just leave him lying on the cold ground, either. So... while everyone else moved on ahead, she hoisted his unconscious body over her shoulder and followed behind. Maybe if things got dangerous she could use him as a shield or an improvised weapon... nah. Using an elderly man's unconscious body was a little too cruel, even for her. But having a shield might come in handy.
So Yua was in the very back, as Mantis led the charge while Miya and Coolmon was a little bit ahead of the green-furred fox.
Which meant Mantis was likely the first person to witness five beings standing in the dense purple fog that covered the ground in the immediate area, being projected by two fog machines on either side of them. Behind the figures were a few amps, plugged into various instruments that the figures either held or were stationed at. One of the figures, someone short yet in the center, and still mostly cloaked in shadow, put up a hand.
"Welcome, visitors! I see humans and Digimon alike... so it seems like you all know about the truth about this world..." She said in a rather naturally cutesy voice that sounded like it was trying to be intimidating. "But I doubt that you're aware of the truths beyond truth itself..." She let out a fake laugh. "But such truths can't be expressed in mere words. They're something you have to feel! Which is why I, the leader of the Truthbringers, have come to this world to let you personally experience it! And I have with me my comrades of truth!" She pointed towards another figure in the shadows, one seated at a drum set a little bit behind her. The fog cleared up a bit to reveal a teenage girl with dark blue hair tied into pigtails, skin that looked like it had been tanned from the sun, and what seemed to look like an almost dopey grin. She held a pair of drumsticks like she had never even seen them before, as she looked towards them, then to the drum set in front of her.
"Maybe in this world, the jackelope doesn't exist, but existence itself is nothing compared to the Truth Beyond Truth Itself! Which is why Pyontomon here will let you experience that truth with her hard beats!" If that was a cue for a drum solo, the drummer didn't take the opportunity, she simply looked over towards the group, smiled and waved, then went back to staring at her drumsticks.
"Umm... right... but up next, while you've met the heartbeat of the Truth Beyond Truth Itself, it's time you met the bloodflow that keeps up its jazzy rhythm!" The leader snapped her fingers, and the fog cleared away to reveal a girl with medium-length blonde hair, sapphire eyes, and a dark blue hat with frog's eyes on it and a light blue ribbon on the back. She was currently staring at her hands like they foreign objects. "For Otamamon is who's responsible for providing the world with the Truth!" The girl gulped down her fears, then began to play a little ditty, but almost immediately messed up as she went "Eep!" and lifted her hands off of her keyboard as if it were red hot.
"Next we we have the legs of the truth... while they may not be noticed all the time, or even necessary when you're awesome and can fly like I can, but carries along the truth nonetheless! We have Kokuwamon X, the master of the deep bass!" Another snap and a little girl, probably no older than twelve or thirteen, stood holding a bass that she was a little too small for. She had short blond hair, crimson eyes, and her face was in a perpetual, frozen smile that just seemed eerily unnatural. She played a short riff that seemed almost consistently rife with mistakes.
"Second to last we have the... uh... the lungs of the Truth Beyond Truth Itself! Without her, there would be no voice to speak out... may I introduce the holy minstrel herself... Salamon!" She gestured towards a young woman with, long, flowing blond hair and bright blue eyes. She wore a white ribbon in her hair and held an electric guitar. She started to play, and while what she was playing was technically all the right notes, she played at such an abysmally slow tempo that it was outright amateurish. Even so, she looked up towards the Mantis and company with a cheerful smile on her face, obviously proud of her achievement as she let out a cheerful giggle.
"And finally, last but most certainly not least... we have the voice of the TRUTH BEYOND TRUTH ITSELF... the star that burns both bright, yet dark! Enigmatic, yet seen by all! The mistress of shadows and all that is unholy... I am... Tsukaimon!" The darkness and fog parted around herself as well, revealing what was clearly a small child with long, purple hair, dark orange eyes, and a cocky grin that demanded attention. She also gripped a guitar, though she didn't even bother holding it. "And together... we are..."
"The Truthbringers of Shining Darkness!"
"The umm... oh this is hard to come up with on the spot... hehehe!"
"The... Happy Bubble Club?"
"Error. Band name still pending."
"Who cares? Let's get some grub after this!"
And while at first Yua was stunned silent by the sheer stupidity, her anger was welling up within her once more. She unconsciously began to growl as she looked over to the unconscious old man over her shoulder. Maybe she could bend her values on the whole "using him as an improvised weapon" thing, after all!
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Post by Miyako + Mantis on Nov 26, 2021 15:51:22 GMT
You know, with how this clear sales pitch for a band was going, Mantis was actually expecting to hear some really insane conspiracy theory about how the birds were robots, the DATS Director was actually a Digimon spy, and how that Atomic Blaster on New Years that one time was actually an inside job done by AEGIS to make Shibuya look incompetent or some shit like that.
A small disclaimer, nobody should actually believe any of the above. If the author sees any of this being repeated in other avenues, there will be profound disappointment!
"You know, you could just call yourselves the Warriors of Light or something. Or Truthwalkers. Or literally anything but what you just said." Mantis stated, a hand dragging down his holosuit's face. It flickered a bit. Faulty. Feh.
The other hand just made a gesture at Yua to take a moment. Miyako and Coolmon gave a quiet applause! "Nice to meet you! I'm Miyako, this is...uh. Coolmon?" "Coolmon. Yep." "That." The albino nodded.
"How come you're in a graveyard? Aren't you scared of ghosts coming to mess your performance up?" She asked a most armor piercing question!
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Post by Deleted on Dec 1, 2021 15:06:15 GMT
"Warriors of Light sounds like something only a loooooser would think of..." the holosuited Tsukaimon mocked in a condescending tone. "We're mistresses of darkness, not some goody-two-shoes dweebs playing a critically-acclaimed online game or whatever!" She gave Mantis a dismissive shrug, then pulled out a notepad, with several pages of crossed out names on it in very childish, yet surprisingly neat and dainty handwriting. When the holosuit flickered, Tsukaimon either didn't notice or didn't seem to care. "And I thought about Truthwalkers, but we're looking into the truth beyond truth, which means that truthwalkers doesn't go deep enough into it! Totally doesn't work!"
While Tsukaimon was taking the criticism... only kind of well, the other four just looked disinterested and bored, for the most part. But when Miya and Coolmon introduced themselves, a majority of them focused their attention on the rest of the group of Miya, Coolmon, and the growling Yua.
"Pleased to meet you, Miyako-chan! Coolmon...san?"
"Oh, hello! My name is... oh... I guess we've already been introduced!"
"Attempting colloquial greeting: What's the happy-haps, dogs?"
"'Sup!"
Yua remained decidedly silent, though she stopped growling at Mantis's request. She just glared at the group, the old man still over her shoulder. A couple of the disguised Digimon, Salamon and Otamamon, seemed to notice Yua's hateful gaze, but they tried to ignore it. After all, in their eyes, maybe Yua was just a music critic!
Thankfully, Miya was able to distract the group with a question! Pyontomon tilted her head for a second, then burst out laughing. "Yo, that would be awesome!" She gave the little girl a confident grin and clenched her fists. "If a ghost decided to start messing with us, then that'd make things way more interesting!"
"That's right!" Salamon exclaimed. "At best, we might have a new friend, after all!" She frowned for a second shortly after. "But I suppose that the way we play..." She gave Tsukaimon a quick look, before leaning in towards the group and whispering, "I suppose that we could even offend the dead, don't you think?" She gave off a polite chuckle as if she were a good girl doing a bad thing... and liking it.
"And if an aggressive ghost show up, then we'll clobber the crap out of it!" Pyontomon declared with a dramatic fist pump, almost as if she were the protagonist of an anime adaptation of some children's toy line that no one was gonna remember in 5 years.
"Or at the very least, we'll run away!" Otamamon added, making the same pose, but with far less gusto. "We've gotten very good at running away! And we don't even have to do it nearly as often in this world than in the last!"
"But we could make a game out of it, you know?" Pyontomon offered. "We could... turn it into a game of punch-tag!" She looked towards the group as if an explanation was needed. "Punch-tag is like regular tag, but you gotta land a punch instead! Oh, but you can also kick, headbutt, and piledrive, if you set up the rules before the game begins!" She began to shiver in excitement. "Actually, I could go for some punch tag right now! How about we play a game! This time we'll limit it to just punches, so the newbies don't get confused! I'll even start off as the 'puncher'!" Yua cracked her knuckles in response, but Pyontomon's own comrades stepped away from their friend's suggestion.
"The thing is... you really like to get into that game, Pyo..." Salamon stated.
"The last time you played, two of us lost consciousness..." Otamamon added.
"Request denied. You exclusively targeted my last time and I have no interest in performing the same tasks once again."
"Huh? Oh, well... I just thought you guys could take those punches, was all..." Pyontomon responded, laughing like violently beating her friends was okay if it were in a game. "'Sides, I only targeted you because it looked like you weren't getting into it! You either need to look like I do, or look like everyone else!" Pyontomon mimicked the facial expression of someone running for their life.
Kokuwamon paused for a moment, then nodded. "Acknowledged," Her face shifted into an uncanny valley-like expression of excitement. "It would please me greatly to never perform such a task ever again!"
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