Post by Manami on Mar 10, 2022 7:18:17 GMT
Subject: Let’s hang out!!!!11
Yo gUrL!!!! I learned how to use this thing!!!!!1 Can u believe it!!!!? It AmAzInG!!1. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.
No. It’s not. The quality of the craftsmanship of this contraption leaves so much to be desired it’s borderline insulting I'm forced to use it for communication purposes. That message I sent was what whoever owned this had written before their devices changed owners; I was feeling a bit lazy so didn’t delete what they had written. That human didn’t seem very bright, though.
Anyway! I’m gathering the components for my next creation. Wanna help? I wouldn’t mind seeing how little Amorie is doing, either! Bring her if you feel like it. I’ll send you the coordinates of my location in case you want to stop by.
Oh. And I have lots of booze too. See ya!
Right now, Manami was standing in front of a massive empty section of the Eastern Timberlands. It looked like something great had existed in this very place not long ago, yet was no more for reasons that could be barely understood. Regarding actual debris, there wasn’t a lot to be observed sides the ocassional stone that looked like it didn’t belong. How could an enormous structure like that vanish at the drop of a hat? It was a fantastic question, yet one that Manami couldn’t answer.
at least. “Say, Mom?”
En-En broke the silence as the two holosuited digimons gazed at the deserted expanse. “Why didn’t you tell me I had an older sister? And that a filthy human owned her?”
Her tone was balancing on the fine line between offended and accusatory. “I’ve always thought I was the first of your creations.”
Of course, the taller digimon wasn’t giving much importance to what she perceived as a childish tantrum. “Did you truly think you were? I didn’t create you to be naive.”
Had those words come from somebody else, she’d have been notably irritated instead of just scoffing at them. “Little Amorie isn’t my first creation either; you should’ve guessed as much pretty easily. Sides, what’s wrong with you having an older sister? I hope you get along with little Amorie. She’s a sweetheart. And Ru-Ru is kinda okay too, for a human at least.”
En-En harrumphed loudly, but didn’t add anything to the conversation. She didn’t know who this ‘little Amorie’ was, but she found herself hating her already. How could anyone dare to claim her spot as the first creation? That was unforgivable!
Post by Kurumi on Mar 14, 2022 15:16:12 GMT
"Why is that your username?"
Across the room from Amorie, Rumi gave a shrug.
Indeed. Amorie did, quite literally, see.
"Do you intend to answer Miss Manami?"
"D'she ask a question?"
To be entirely honest, the second Rumi had read the first line of text, she decided she needed a break from the conversation and had put the device down. She just did not have the braincells to deal with a conversation like that!
At least Amorie was willing to look past the beginning of it, and actually read the message proper. Maybe this was her true purpose in life. Kurumi's secretary! ...Man, that'd be a depressing purpose. "She's planning to make something. And has," the holosuited Digimon squinted at the screen, and tilted her head, "booze?" After giving herself a little confirmation nod at accurately saying the word, she looked back up to her human.
Slowly, the blonde propped herself up from her bed, clicking her tongue against her teeth. Maybe she really should have fully read the message! "Ye', sure. Tell her I'll bring some drinks, too." Might as well, right? What better way to celebrate once Manami finished creating whatever the next thing was?
To that, Mori would give a nod, and start tapping away on the lamely-constructed device, while her human shoved herself off the bed and went to collect extra beverages. And maybe some snacks! Once done, the duo would open a portal using the digiport, and pop out at whatever place had been provided in the message. Honestly, once she'd found the function, she had no idea why anyone would want to take a train to the Digital World. It was so time consuming! And so public. Ew.
So, the two would step out from the portal and onto the Digital plane, Amorie still holosuited and walking closely behind Rumi. Little did she know that she'd soon be meeting her first little-sibling! If she did, she'd probably be quite excited! But time would tell how long that excitement would last, upon their meeting!
"Hope we didn't keep ya waiting," the young woman greeted, upon sight of Manami and random-stranger. Amorie leaned out from behind her, to give a wave, but offered no words yet. That was fine, Rumi could easily fill the void until greetings were out of the way! "Who's your friend?"
Post by Manami on Mar 14, 2022 17:54:46 GMT
Being honest with herself, Manami didn’t even notice the passage of time as she assessed the terrain near her; she knew the clues that she sought were there somewhere, and was determined to find them. En-En, on the other hand? Her expression alternated between a pout and a frown, sometimes even a mix of the two; it would’ve been quite funny to behold, if there was anyone to see it. She busied herself practicing her sidewinder before space ruptured somewhat near her, making way to a portal. Manami turned in that direction as well, but given their positions, the Weathermon would find herself closer to the new arrivals.
She gave them a long stare that wasn’t precisely unfriendly, but definitely not friendly either. The funniest part was that she hadn’t even let the yo-yos rest. Very threatening. “You must be the fil-the human.” Almost as if deeming the blonde unworthy of her attention, her gaze immediately shifted towards the digimon that was behind her. “And you should be little Amorie.” Derision was clear in her childish voice, but before she could give the women a piece of her mind, En-En was interrupted by her creator.
“Hey~!” The disguised Trickmon greeted cheerfully. “I wasn’t precisely waiting for you, but it’s good you showed up!” Having said that, Manami threw a transparent can in Kurumi’s direction. Inside, there was… a carbonated liquid. Which one exactly? Considering it alternated between being sickly green and soft yellow, probably nothing Kurumi has seen before. “I created it yesterday, let me know what you think about it!”
Oh, right. Pleasantries. Those were things that existed; Manami drew closer and patted En-En’s head. “She doesn’t have a name, so I’ve been calling her En-En for convenience’s sake. She’s little Amorie’s first younger sister, and she’s obviously very jealous of being second.” There was mischief in the digimon’s voice, something that was accompanied by her creation's face reddening.
“I’m not jealous of her!” That one was obviously convincing, yep. “I’d never be the sister of somebody who serves a human, of all things.”
“And she’s a bit of a brat too, you see. I explained to her that not all the humans suck, but she’s still working on that. But don’t worry! She means well… most of the time.” By now, En-En was fuming, but she kept quiet. She stored her yo-yos and sat on the ground, unmoving. “Anyway! How’s life been! You gotta tell me if you’ve managed to keep your higher forms stable! And if little Amorie has evolved already. We can begin working after that.”
Sounded like a plan, right?
Post by Kurumi on Mar 19, 2022 6:10:28 GMT
It seemed the initial greeting from the new child was less than ideal. Eyes narrowed, while Rumi threw a glance to the holosuited 'mon. But, rather than giving her the attention she so-clearly wanted, the blonde immediately turned her focus to Manami. "Hey."
Meanwhile, Amorie's hands had found their way onto Rumi's shoulders, tightly gripping her while peering around at En-En. Eyes were wide, but it wasn't with fright! Yet, for the second, she was completely silent! Mori was just a little weird, to be honest.
For the most part, Rumi would ignore her partner's weird antics, and went on to catch the mystery fluid that had been tossed to her. She carefully swished the can, while scrunching her nose. "Y'know, most drinks aren't... this color." Somehow, she suspected Manami did not care. As long as it wasn't poison, it'd be fine! Probably. Holding the can a safe distance away from her face, the blonde began to pull the tab to open it. "It's not gonna combust like th'last one, right?" Always good to clarify!
With an introduction out of the way, the teen scoffed. "Jus' a bit of a brat, huh?" Hard to believe! "So, like, what is she actually?" Was that a rude question? "Or, are you making humans now, too?" Holosuits were a bit hard to fully wrap her head around. Even if Amorie had one too!
Speaking of, it was finally time for the 'older sister' to stop clutching onto her human, and start acting of her own accord! Which was to say, she was just going to end up looking a little more crazy. As soon as her hands left Rumi, she immediately scurried up to En-En, and reached out to try to forcibly clasp her hands around both of the younger sibling's. And lucky for Mori, it seemed the girl had sat down, so it would be really hard for her to flee before Mori could lean down to grab at her! Almost too easy!
"It's nice to meet you, Little Sister, En-En!" No escape! Only some sibling affection! At least, in Amorie's eyes, it was! "I'm so excited to have a small sibling. I hope we can become best of friends." That seemed fairly unlikely. But it was hard to shoot down Mori's optimism, wasn't it?
It wasn't like any of En-En's rude comments had deterred her thus far. In fact, she didn't seem like she had heard a single thing from the sibling so far!
While that was going on, Rumi would just cast an odd glance to the duo, before looking back to Manami. It was probably best to not acknowledge them. "Life's been pretty lifey," very descriptive, "I think I got everything pretty stable for Pink Dragon and lower, but some weirdo gave me a," she paused. Then, there'd be a slightly quieter continuation, "goat?" Yeah... Yeah, it was a goat. But it was like a skele-goat. With clothes. "It's got an umbrella. I dunno, it's weird. But, I'm still workin' on keeping that one up for long times." That sounded like progress, at least!
She'd give a short chance for Amorie to respond in regards to her own forms, but it seemed the white-haired 'girl' was far too focused on staring-down her little sister. Ah well. "Yeah, Mori's like. Pretty big now. When she's not a human-thing. It's pretty noodle-y. And bedroom-consuming." Megas didn't fit in bedrooms too well, as it turned out. Thank god she didn't have to be that size all the time!
"What 'bout you? Aside from making En-En, I guess." After all, that part seemed pretty obvious!
Post by Manami on Mar 21, 2022 16:03:40 GMT
Manami couldn’t help but chuckle as her eyes went from En-En to Mori. She couldn’t really say that this is how she predicted this would go, but it was fairly close, nonetheless! After confirming that the younger sibling wasn’t intending to outright attack her older sister, her gaze went back to Rumi.
“Of course they aren’t! Which is one of the many reasons I’m proud of it.” She confirmed; that was an obvious remark to make. Hopefully, the blonde won’t be commenting on the sky’s blueness any time soon. “It has alcohol, so it’s obviously prone to combusting!” She made a small pause, recalling a very specific incident, then waved a hand in a dismissive manner. “But if you mean spontaneously combusting, that issue is fixed. Promise!”
That sounded extremely reassuring, just like the beverage’s scent as it was opened. Thankfully, this time it wasn’t as overpowering or precisely unpleasant; kind of like a warm-ish fruit salad with the smallest hint of a durian’s strong smell. Hopefully, there would be improvements in the taste department too!
Once again, Manami’s eyes shifted briefly to En-En location before addressing Rumi. This time, however, the loathing in her expression was fairly clear. “Ew. That’d be so gross. It’d waste my time less to create a giant pile of excrement and give it a glassy finish than to attempt a human.” Her expression returned to her normal cheery self right away as she brought out a sketchbook and showed a page to Kurumi. In it, there was a sketch of a small lion-plush-thing riding a cloud, not unlike a Lakitu! “En-En’s a Weathermon! She’s a fairly weak digimon and won’t evolve past that form, but I intended for her to be that way; since a guardian would be completely pointless for me to have, her usefulness lies elsewhere.”
In the meantime, Mori had closed the gap that separated her from En-En and showed that she had plenty of sisterly love to give by clasping her hands around her younger sister’s in what appeared to be a death grip. At least to the smaller of the two beings. “Wha… What are you doing!?” Chances are her face couldn’t be redder even if she tried. “Let me go! You’re weird!” Despite trying to yank her hands away, it was of no use. It seemed like all the arguments regarding Mori serving a human had poofed under the sheer amount of confusion the small digimon currently felt. Inadvertently, her hands began to slowly ooze a black, inky substance that’d no doubt soak into Mori’s own if she kept her grip. Oh well; the little sister was too flustered to even notice what was happening at the moment.
It seemed like Ru-Ru’s life was pretty much as one would’ve expected it to be. “A weirdo gave you a thingy that lets you cheat harder? That’s kinda neat on their part, to be honest.” Manami wondered who this person was for a brief moment, only to realize she knew next to nothing about Rumi’s spirits, thus making thinking about the whole deal utterly pointless. “Seems like you’re a natural-born cheatyface, though! If you even get people to line up to give you cheat-things, that means you should be fairly good at it. Or at least that’s what I think. No idea really.”
She nodded in approval at the progress Amorie was doing as well. It meant her creation had come up flawlessly! She probably needed some more work with her social skills but… the ones she had already seemed good enough. What about Manami herself, then? The disguised digimon grinned, then spoke.
“We’ve been journeying this world far and wide, searching for interesting things or anything that’d give me inspiration, more or less! I’ve been thinking about setting up a semi-permanent workshop, or at least a place I can go back to if I ever feel like it, but no location seems pleasant enough. That’s why we’re here.” She made a sweeping gesture in the area behind her. “Look at this place. It’s as bland as it could be, but it holds a special story! Apparently, there used to be a pretty impressive structure called Vanadir Tower, or Wander Tower, or something like that. And then, out of the blue, it just poofed with everyone who was involved with it. Ain’t that amazing? I’ve heard there’s lots of places like this one, and I’m interested in what remains of them. If they were as impressive as people say, then I’m sure I’ll get lots of high-quality materials from them. Maybe something to help create the foundation of my very own place, or maybe enough material to create a new assistant! Maybe not enough for either, but I doubt I’m gonna leave empty-handed.”
After waiting for some seconds and gauging Kurumi’s reaction to her words, she finally asked. “So, what do you say? Wanna help me?”
Post by Kurumi on Apr 12, 2022 3:19:22 GMT
So the color choice was intentional, huh? "If you try to market it, can I suggest a fancier color choice?" It was hit and miss on how Manami would go about advice. Either she'd be very receptive or very not. Not that there were many options in between those two, anyway. Once it was open and nothing noxious nor explosive came from the can, and with a bit of reassurance from the creator of the beverage, she'd give it a sniff.
Champagney and... fruity? She couldn't really tell what fruit. But fruity! Which either meant this was going to taste decent, or like some sort of body lotion! Either way, she'd probably tasted something worse in her life. Hopefully! So, she'd take a drink from the can that was probably a bit more than one should when they weren't really sure of the ingredients. Oh well! Soon, she'd hopefully find out if the smell safely matched the taste!
One could at least hope it wouldn't be as unpleasant as the descriptor Manami gave to her feelings of making a human. "Ya put a lot of thought into that one, huh?" Giant glassy poop, huh? Rumi actually hoped that Manami never decided to actually create something like that. She was usually pretty fine with whatever someone else crafted, but there might actually be a line drawn with that! Bright side, the drawing was pretty cute. And the concept was pretty familiar. "I swear, I've played a video game with those things in it before."
Did the creator of the famous, totally unnamed game, steal their concept from a Digimon? Or did Digimon somehow get based on the human world? Ha, no, that was a weird idea. Where did she even get that thought from? Digimon had to come first! Which, actually pointed more toward like a tamer-type deal from the game creator. But whatever. This was too complex to try to put into words that would make sense to anyone around her. Digimon probably wouldn't know what a Lakitu was anyway! "Does she drop spiky stuff on people?" Except, instead, it just would sound like Rumi was asking dumb questions.
She was a dumb human anyway. That was probably excuse enough! "What kind'a stuff is she good at?" Insulting filthy humans seemed to be her only personality trait, thus far!
Luckily, Mori could look past that personality and would definitely try to bring forth something far better! "I'm not weird," the holosuited digimon informed, cheerfully, "I'm quite happy, in fact!" Those two terms did not cancel each other out, but apparently in Amorie's mind, they did! "Aren't you?" Then, there was a brief pause, still refusing to let go of the now goopy hands. For a moment, the white haired 'girl' would go quiet, staring at the death-grip.
"Little Sister En-En, you're leaking!" This earned a concerned glance from the spirit user. But, it still seemed probably fine, so there was no point in checking in. "Do you need a tissue?" One tissue probably wouldn't solve this squid-ink situation! It was the thought that counted, at least! Needless to say, it didn't actually deter Amorie from keeping her hold on En-En, though it certainly compromised her grip well enough that the younger sibling could probably break free pretty easily!
Rumi just really hoped whatever was leaking over there would not ultimately end up on her. She didn't care so much if it was on Mori. Holosuits probably cleaned pretty easy. "It'd be more neat if, like, I hadn't stabbed him for scaring the crap outta me, first." Not literal crap, of course. Hopefully Manami wouldn't take her too seriously on that term! "I'm s'posed to text him sometime, but what d'you say to a guy who gave you ultra creeps when you met?" It was kind of hard to progress from there, after all! Though, a point was made that Rumi'd better be good at this sort of thing, if Digimon were just lining up to present spirits to her! "If I find out I'm trash at this whole spirit user thing, it's gonna be pretty disappointing at this point, not gonna lie." After all, she liked the power that came with it!
It'd suck to find out she wasn't actually good at it.
At least they were down to the point of this adventure now, though! Inspiration and... a workshop. "With a name like Wander Tower, do you think it just wandered away?" After all, it was in the name! ...Assuming that was the name of it, at all. It didn't matter, ultimately. Rumi was here. Amorie was hyped up about having a sister. And there was still booze involved. Not much room to complain! "Sounds like an interesting time," the blonde commented, taking a look around the area. "So, sure, why not?"
Then, there was a pause for thought, "how sober d'we gotta be for all this?"
Was she seriously trying to suggest the possibility of drunkenly taking on this task? Well. She wasn't not trying to suggest it! But she wouldn't be too disappointed if Manami needed complete focus on what they were here for! There was always time for other activities later!
Post by Manami on Apr 12, 2022 17:59:52 GMT
Feedback was an interesting topic for Manami, at least for this occasion. On one hand, improving her craft was every artisan’s priority, yet, at the same time, pride was an evident player in the equation. It was true that not everyone could appreciate art, and that applied twice to humans; even so, what good was art for if it couldn’t be appreciated by inferior beings? Maybe the whole deal had to be progressive in order for them to acclimate to what actual good taste was. “And what color would you suggest?”
She finally asked, after a few moments of silence. It’d be interesting to hear what humans considered ‘fancy’, at least when it came to this matter.
Feeling like the being of infinite generosity she was, she observed as Rumi took a sip from her beverage. To the blonde’s probable surprise, this time the flavor of the drink matched its scent. Was that a good or a bad thing for her? Probably something to be found out soon enough. At least either result would end up in an interesting situation.
Was Manami’s description too graphic? She shook her head at Ru-Ru’s words. “That’s actually a not-so-funny anecdote I have. It was the first job that I firmly rejected. You see, I was approached by a Vademon and they wanted this…”
This time, her sketchbook flipped to yet another page, showing something less than pleasant
. “Some people are truly tasteless degenerates who think they can freely disrespect artists. Had I not been so shocked at the proposal, chances are I would’ve killed the creep right there. Would have done the world a favor, methinks!”
Since no one should suffer that sight for more than ten seconds at a time, Manami flipped back to En-En’s page right away. Least to say, she was extremely curious about Kurumi’s input in the matter. “A videogame? Like the ones we played at your house?”
What was its name, even? Fatties running, or something like that? That whole episode was somewhat blurry in her mind.
Brow quirked, Manami wondered from where anyone could even imagine Weathermons threw spiky stuff at things. That seemed pretty dumb. “Weathermons tend to have weather-related abilities. It’s in the name, you see?”
Captain Obvious to the rescue! “She really likes using her yo-yos in her spare time, though. I can see her throwing them at you if she dislikes you enough and doesn’t have anything else to throw; Good thing it hasn’t happened yet! Or that those aren’t spikey.”
Not like a normal yo-yo could cause a lot of damage, aside from a minor concussion, right? Sometimes, it was hard to know with humans.
What about her actual
talents? That was a very good question! “I’ll show you once those two are done with their sisterly time. They look like they’re enjoying themselves, aren’t they? It’d be a shame if we interrupted.”
By now, it was fairly obvious that the digimon didn’t seem to mind how flustered her latest creation felt in regards to her older sister. At least for the time being, she focused on the remainder of the conversation. “Crap being scared out of you sounds inconvenient. Did you have to clean your clothes afterward?”
Maybe this wasn’t the expression to introduce a digimon to idioms! Even so, she didn’t dwell on that too much. “He doesn’t sound like a very pleasant person, but if he survived being stabbed it either means your stabs are fairly weak, or that he’s a digimon and wouldn’t care a lot about those either way.”
Obvious comments were obvious. Was there really a need to remark on them? Apparently! Response to him seemed fairly straightforward though. “You just tell him you want to meet with him? It doesn’t seem that hard.”
Maybe Rumi was afraid? That could be a possibility since she mentioned she had been scared at first. An idea illuminated the digimon’s mind right away. “You could always ask him if you can bring friends if you’re doubtful about it. Little Amorie could probably vaporize most digimons without a lot of effort. I could even accompany you! The person you’re talking about sounds fairly interesting.”
Was that a good idea? That was debatable; good thing the ultimate decision was on the blonde's part. What about this place, then? While Kurumi’s suggestion made sense, Manami knew better. “Nah, I’m sure it’s not a thing anymore.”
Or, at the very least that the tower didn’t exist anymore. “The organization that used to operate there was very into being flashy and those things, I even think their name was related to a flower or something. To be extra fancy, I think.”
A shrug followed suit. For somebody who had been researching, a lot of the names seemed very vague. “Why it ceased to exist from one moment to the next is a mystery that we mightn’t uncover, but one we only care about tangentially. We’re here after the goods, after all!”
The glint of greed in the holosuited digimon’s eyes was impossible to conceal, but it wasn’t like she cared about that at all. A nod was given both at Ru-Ru’s affirmative response and her question regarding drunkenly questing. Just as the ‘girl’ turned in order to face in the direction Amorie and En-En were facing. “It’s decided, then! We’ll begin at once.”
After a pause, she corrected herself. “Well, in a bit, actually! Gotta show you what En-En can do, after all.”
In the meantime, it seemed like En-En and Amorie were having the time of their lives. Or, well, Amorie at the very least. The Weathermon wasn’t used to this kind of contact, and the fact that she was both flustered and expelling ink like a humanoid squid was fairly easy to appreciate. “No, I’m not happy. Let me go!!”
Those words didn’t carry a lot of strength with them. This situation was no doubt taking its toll on the small digimon. Luckily, just as the situation was reaching an unsustainable point, a window was provided and the digimon could finally yank her hands free. “I don’t need anything from you! You… you weirdo!”
She said while blowing a raspberry to Mori. That wasn’t very polite, but it was clear that those words were a far cry from the initially-calculated speech she had given.
No one could ask for a more perfect moment for Manami to intrude into the sisters’ reunion! Without acknowledging anything that had transpired between the two, she gave the smaller digimon a look. “Say, En-En. Could you use your ability on little Amorie? Ru-Ru over here is interested in seeing it.”
Given how the digimon had just recovered from a majorly agitating situation, she was going to open her mouth to protest. Both on using that
on Amorie and on its point being to show it to her human. However, it took her a second to realize that the look on her parent’s eye didn’t give room to negotiate. She sighed, trying to calm herself down while deactivating her holosuit. Floating a few feet above the ground, she stared at her older sister. “Amorie.”
The amount of derision in her voice was still fairly evident. “I need for you to turn off your disguise and look at my eyes. Think that you can do that, or that’s too hard for you?”
Rebellious til the end! Little did En-En know that she wasn’t quite ready to see Mori’s true form.
Post by Kurumi on Oct 23, 2022 5:27:44 GMT
What color could she suggest to turn the mystery beverage into? The blonde held up a finger to signal one moment, before she took a drink. Thank god. It was fruity and not lotiony. "I can totally taste the yellow cause champagne, but it could taste pink because of the fruit, so I'd say pink. Plus, pink drinks usually makes people think they're gettin' something classy."
Did that include glassy, pinkish hued poops? Someone must have thought so. Instead of immediately responding to the sketch, the blonde took another sip of her fruit drink and uttered, "it's a really good drink though, once ya get past the color. Totally should sell it." Maybe it was best for her to avoid all the statements she could make about the type of person that would want glass feces. "Def'nitely shoulda killed the guy, too." That was... all that was probably safe for her to say on the matter.
At least they quickly returned to much better sketches and much nicer conversations, like video games. "Kinda? It's not multiplayer like that, though. But there is a kinda-fatty who runs." Sorry, Mario. But, were yoyos comparable to spikes? Not really. This was a much safer alternative. Mario-approved, probably. "Missed opportunity, really," Rumi mumbled, while giving a shrug. "She seems kind'a spicy, though, so it's probably for the best."
For now, she'd just enjoy her strange beverage, while catching up and watching the sisters 'enjoy' the company of one another. Kurumi gave a little nod at the idea that the siblings seemed to actually be enjoying each other. It was a little hard to feel that Amorie and En-En had mutual sibling love going for them! "It's'a figure of speech. There was no actual shit." Thank goodness for that. There had been enough of that in this conversation already! "Considerin' he didn't bleed at all, I'm really hoping for the Digimon theory. Also, he called me his boss, I think?" The girl scrunched her nose, trying to remember the event. It was mildly traumatic, which made it all a touch fuzzy. "I dunno, it was a whole thing and he was pretty nonsense."
That said, Manami gave fairly logical advice on how to talk to her not-a-stalker. "Are you gonna vaporize him if Mori doesn't?" Half-joke. Only half. The other half would be hoping he'd get vaporized for being a weirdo.
Much like Wander Tower may have been. What could have happened to the organization involved? Especially if they were all flowery and flashy. "Maybe someone wiped 'em out for being pretentious." Couldn't really blame anyone, if it were the case!
While the human and holosuited Trickmon had a pleasant time, it turned out that the two siblings were not enjoying themselves. Amorie didn't even attempt to further resist when En-En pulled her hands free. Mostly because it was pointless, when everything was just so slimy. She gave a small shake of her hands, to try to free them of some of the inky residue, while only half-listening to her sister's words. And, just as the raspberry had finished, the digimon withdrew a tissue from somewhere and attempted to press it against En-En's mouth. "Now your face is leaking, too. Are you unwell, little sister En-En?" Someone here clearly was. Though at this point, it was probably hard to identify who.
But, there was no more time for their fun and games. Or for Mori to try to force her sister to eat an ink-splotched tissue. Hand lowered, as she tilted her head at Manami's request. And then she looked back to En-En, who apparently wanted her attention! Great! Except there was one issue with the demand! "Miss Rumi says that I cannot remove my holosuit if I want to be in the house."
"We're not goin' to the house for a while, Mori. S'fine."
"Oh." Amorie shrugged, maintaining her awkward closeness to her sibling, while the holosuit gave a white flash, before it began to reform. "In that case." Soon, En-En would be sharing just about all of her personal space with the Mitamamon, which was Mori's full intent! Who needed personal space anyway, when they had sisterhood? Or... some logic like that.
Bright side, Mori was great at following instructions. So, as the holosuit melted off of her, all three of the holy Digimon's eyes were focused on the Weathermon's, just about as close as En-En would possibly permit her to be to her face. It was probably a funny sight to their 'owners', considering En-En's size in comparison. "Like this?"
Post by Manami on Nov 2, 2022 14:10:14 GMT
At least when it came to this situation, Manami took Kurumi’s input to heart. Be as it may, the actual color of the beverage wasn’t something that was at the forefront of the digimon’s priorities. As long as the taste was on the right spot, she could progressively work on the less important aspects of her creation.
Commerce, on the other hand, was something of an interesting topic for her. “That might be an option, but I doubt I’d ever maintain a stable stock of these; probably something I’d sell on request, though? I hold no interest in the soulless process that mass-production is. I feel like it robs any creation of its identity.” Not to say that mass-produced goods tended to drop in quality by a fair deal. For Manami, that was something non-negotiable. She’d rather end her existence on the spot before aiming at anything less than excellency, especially for something as trifling as profit.
Much like Kurumi herself, the Trickmon wasn’t really keen on continuing the topic of the Vademon; these so-called human ‘games’ proved to be a more interesting and engaging line of conversation, anyway. “Maybe you should show me that game at some point. I’d love to compare ideas and designs with it.” Weathermons were hardly something original to Manami, even if sight of one wasn’t exactly something common either, at least relatively speaking. A development of a similar being, albeit in parallel, would be a fascinating study case.
Those thoughts, however, stopped on their tracks at the colorful descriptor that the blonde decided to use on En-En. “I… don’t think she’s spicy.” With utter confusion, she stared at the human. “When did you attempt to eat her? That’s a bit… strange. I didn’t know humans did that.” By now, Kurumi probably should’ve known that idioms weren’t going to work all that well in conversation. Unless her goal was to confuse Manami; in that case, they were doing that job wonderfully.
Hoping that the misunderstanding would be clarified, the digimon nodded at the following description. “That sounds like a digimon to me, or an extremely weird human. The latter are rarely so nonchalant about what transpired right there, not to say that some digimon enjoy being cryptic for whatever reason.” The possibility was very real, even if not quite guaranteed. Nonetheless, this strange visitor had no doubt piqued her curiosity. “I’d rather get some answers before killing him if that’s what has to be done, but sure. Wouldn’t be the first time I’ve dealt with an annoyance.”
Unearthing the mysteries of this place was something that wasn’t as easy, that’s for sure. “Overconfidence tends to be the downfall of these organizations more often than not. It’s true that they tend to be a cut above most ragtag groups, but just like you said, that doesn’t mean they’re invincible or something of the like. It’d be nice if we could find the exact reason why this place doesn’t exist anymore, though!”
There was a stark contrast between the otherwise placid conversation happening between completely unrelated beings and the two sisters just… ‘getting along’. En-En had to wonder why Amorie’s common sense was so faulty, and just how she managed to be as insufferable as she was right now. Doing her best to avoid the tissue that was aimed squarely to her face, she just sighed. “Did the human drop you when you were a baby or something? You should stop being such… such a dummy!” The Weathermon’s immaturity was easy to see, even if quite frankly, this situation completely overwhelmed her. At least it was a good thing that she was willing to listen, even if she couldn’t avoid scoffing when she had to tacitly ask the human for permission to do things.
It was only then when the disguised digimon’s body flashed and grew… quite a bit, honestly. Given how En-En was a small digimon herself, and how she had only seen Manami’s most basic forms, the sight of an enormous digimon was nothing short of breathtaking. Despite their apparent closeness, for the first time ever, the Weathermon didn’t seem to mind her sister’s presence. She stared in awe for several seconds before recomposing herself.
“I see she’s grown correctly, and looks very healthy. Good going, little Amorie! Have you engaged in a battle yet? I’d be interested in hearing how that went.” Quality control questions aside, En-En’s eyes glowed faintly before she broke contact. “Now you can activate it again.” She did the same, and surprisingly enough, the smaller digimon now looked just like Mori did moments ago. If the Mitamamon did as she was told, she’d now be the smaller one, given that she’d be borrowing her younger sister’s disguise.
“That’s her main talent. I’m strong enough to do what I want as long as it requires brute force, but deception like that ain’t my strong suit? Little En-En over there at least partly takes care of it. Of course, she’s just the beginning. Chances are she’s gonna have a very big family!”
How did Amorie feel now, being the smaller one in comparison to her younger sister? Would that change their dynamic any? Sides the disguised Weathermon looking a fair deal more smug, if the Trickmon had to bet on an answer, it’d probably be ‘no’, but one truly never knew.
While pondering the scenario, Manami found a pure-white brick. It might’ve been part of a structure at some point, even if it looked mostly untarnished. On it, there was an inscription; ‘Knights of the Ros-’. As if it were the most natural thing in the world, she showed it to Kurumi. “Know anything about this? Seems like a clue to me. Chances are we'll find more of these if we keep on advancing.”
Post by Kurumi on Dec 4, 2022 2:44:31 GMT
Taking another sip of the beverage, Rumi gave a nod. "Fair 'nough. Seems like it could be a good drink for parties, at least." That was probably just as much of a win. And something Rumi wasn't going to have to pay money for, most likely. Or, at least, probably not a large sum.
She'd also nod along while Manami expressed interest in aforementioned game. "Sure. I think I've got a few versions of it at home." With any luck, the Trickmon's next creation would be inspired by the Chain Chomp. Though it could prove problematic, if a chain chomp had even half the personality of Weathermon.
Unfortunately for the blonde, the topics would run into a bit of a wall at how literally the Trickmon took her choice in words. Were all Digimon like that? "Not literally. It's a way of saying, like, sassy or rude, or somethin' like that." After another sip of the strange drink, she emphasized, "definitely did not taste-test your new Digimon." Manami was right, though! If she had, it'd be pretty strange! And rude!
About as strange as the person they began to discuss afterward. "Are all Digimon so weird?" Why would they want to be cryptic? What was the point beyond looking like total creeps? "But sure, if you wanna meet him, be my guest. I dunno what to ask weirdos I met on the street, anyway." In fairness, Rumi didn't know what to ask most people, not just weirdos.
Mori, on the other hand, was probably one of those people that nobody wanted to talk to on the street. Or anywhere, based on how rude En-En was being toward her! "She likely dropped me several times, yes." So literal! So... unsurprising! Rumi didn't have time for holding babies, and Mori was extremely floaty as a baby! It was pretty safe to drop a cotton ball from arm-height! However, aside from a head-tilt, Amorie didn't really acknowledge the part about being a dummy.
Unblinking, the Mitamamon answered the question evenly, "not yet. It seems that many Digimon do not want to challenge someone larger than them." For good reason! Considering there had not been many cases where Mori had traveled out of relatively regulated areas, there weren't too many enemies, and even less that had even leveling with her! Once she was given permission to re-activate her holo-suit, the Mega would do so. Only to end up being so...
"I'm a dwarf." While the tone used was completely monotone, there was a very clear sparkle of excitement in Amorie's eyes. "Is this how you see the world, Little Sister En-En? How do you view everything? What perks are there from being so tiny?" And, with only a small breath for her equally-small lungs, she lifted her hands up, making a singular grabbing motion toward En-En's face, "pick me up."
...It appeared that the Trickmon was correct, and Amorie was no less a troll to her sibling when sizes changed.
"I get a strange feeling that Mori's gonna love a big family," Kurumi commented, while watching the siblings for another moment. Talk about ridiculous. "If you have your strength, and En-En's deceit, what else would you need, though?"
Soon, her attention was turned to a white brick. She'd scrunch her nose, before giving a shrug. "My bet's something to do with the organization. They think they were knights, or some shit?" Now that was really pretentious! "No wonder someone wiped 'em out." If that were the case, at least! She had low tolerance for pretentious people. Or Digimon, she supposed. What other use could 'knights' have in a place like this? Maybe she should start looking around for things of interest, too.
Post by Manami on Feb 1, 2023 6:24:20 GMT
That was one less worry out of the way. “Oh.” At least it was a good thing that Kurumi hadn’t tried to eat En-En. The ramifications of such a situation would’ve been far-reaching. “I like to describe her as a critical thinker. Full of prejudice, sure, but those have a somewhat solid foundation, or at least that’s what I’d like to think. If anything her main flaw might be that, she takes her own opinions a tad too seriously. But that’s just how she protects herself, you know? You’ve probably realized this already, but this world is a fairly hostile place!”
Least to say, the road paved ahead of the small Weathermon would be a long one, filled with various hardships, and an attitude like the aforementioned was an asset to ensure her success at treading through it.
What about the strange digimon that was Ru-Ru’s newest fan, then? That was an interesting question. “Well, you’ve met your fair share of them already. I’d trust you’re able to draw your own conclusions!” a question like that one was fairly subjective anyway, even if the most likely answer was most likely a quite resounding yes. “I’ve never been involved with the antics of the so-called cheatsy humans, so getting to know a little more about them sounds like a delightful time to me!” It was true that curiosity was one of the main motivators that moved the Trickmon, but who could blame her? The whole deal seemed fairly exciting.
The blonde’s opinion on En-En’s personality was quite… accurate, all things considered. She most definitely had a spicy personality, but it was a good thing that Amorie’s own personality didn’t get affected at all by it! In a sense, it felt almost as when Kurumi and Manami themselves talked; every five seconds or so, there was a misunderstanding regarding what one of them meant. It was a good thing that in this case, that was beneficial.F
There was a frown in Manami’s face at the negative regarding engaging in a fight. “That’s disappointing. But no matter! I’m sure that’s something bound to happen sooner or later. Keep me up to date, whenever it does though!”
With the topic out of the way, En-En showcased her own special ability… just to get another more-than-fitting response from her ‘older’ sister. “Dwarf!?? That’s outrageous! I’d rather you call it petite instead of using such a… burly term.” As the initial outrage subsided, she could further elaborate on the actual questions being asked to her. “I don’t use my disguise all that frequently, but when I do, yes. That is how things are; and it’s not like you get that many perks by being half a meter or so taller, if you ask me. As for the size, people tend to underestimate smaller beings, and donning that appearance doesn’t bother me all that much.” It more than likely boiled down to preference. Absent-mindedly, she lifted Amorie up, and placed her above her shoulders. “I heard that this is what older sisters do for their younger siblings. How does it feel?” Did it feel humiliating? The Weathermon surely hoped so.
“I get the same feeling.” Manami concurred at Kurumi’s statement, stopping for a couple of seconds to watch the scene. “I feel like those two are going to get along fairly well eventually, too. Or… that’s what I hope, at least!” Quite the hopeful statement, even if only time could tell if it’d come to reality. Regarding the actual question, though! “There’s plenty of cogs missing, or functions I’m performing at the moment that I could delegate. When establishing a position in a world you barely know, all the help you can get is fairly valuable; not to say that there’s also another world that has my curiosity piqued. I might be extremely talented, but being at two or more places at the same time is a skill I haven’t acquired yet.”
Good thing she could create proxies or envoys of herself, right? As the two beings advanced, a tattered piece of cloth did a good deal at reinforcing the blonde’s position. The disguised digimon approached and picked it up. “These look like the remnants of some kind of banner or uniform.” It was black and red, with a somewhat simple pattern embossed on it; somewhat of a hybrid between form and function. “I could’ve done something better myself, but that’s beside the point. Judging by the fabric and how it’s worn, I’d say the base of operations of these knights had some kind of propulsion. Maybe it was even airborne.”
Funnily enough, the digimon hadn’t looked far enough. At the distance, what looked like a partially demolished basement-esque room was pretty easy to discern. The walls seemed to be in varying degrees of wear, and it was missing a roof, but otherwise it seemed to have withstood the ravages of time and whatever befell this place fairly admirably.
Post by Kurumi on Feb 1, 2023 7:04:03 GMT
'Oh' indeed! Frankly, En-En didn't look particularly tasty, anyway. "She smart, at least?" She wasn't entirely convinced, even with a term like Critical Thinker. It might be a bit generous. That said, Manami wasn't wrong about the digital world being hostile. "So, since she doesn't have the strength, she uses her words to hurt people, instead?" Hurt feelings went a long ways, sometimes!
With the continued talk of her new fan, Rumi gave a shrug. "I'll update you when I get 'round to meeting up with him, then." It was tempting to suggest that Manami meet the stranger on her own, so that the blonde could spend that day ignoring the world, but for some reason, she had a suspicion it was best not to attempt it. Who knew what results would be yielded without her there. Though, the stranger might have better luck holding a conversation with Manami that didn't involve one party getting confused by the other's sentences.
Amorie wasn't bothered by any of the goings-on of this get-together, though! From spiciness to tiny-ness! Hearing the request from Manami regarding battles, she gave a small salute to her creator, before returning her attention to En-En. "Why is dwarf burly? Or insulting? I'm calling myself it." While wearing someone else's disguise! "I see. So your plan is to catch them off-guard, and then kick them in their shins," tiny-Amorie acknowledged, while patting a fist into her open palm. It all made sense now! "That is a valid tactic that very few will see coming. You're a genius." Or a critical thinker, if you will.
But now, she was successfully lifted and placed onto the shoulders of the holosuit that she was usually donning. Mori gave a moment of silence, before lightly pattering her fingertips on the top of En-En's head. Still monotone. More sparkly-eyed than ever. "I feel the tallest I've ever been in my life, Little Sister En-En. You should travel like this any time you aren't kicking in shins." The best advice a 'big' sister could give! "It is empowering."
"I don't think En-En will have much choice," Kurumi stated, while giving a nod. For now, she was going to trust the power of friendship (siblingship?) would prevent one of the sisters from destroying the other while the spirit user and Trickmon investigated the area. Maybe by the time they needed the two, their bond will have already grown! "Fair 'nough," the blonde nodded, "d'you have plans for all of the 'siblings,' or you just make 'em as you need 'em?" Either option seemed like a smart one, really.
Now, Manami was assessing a cloth, though, and Rumi was at a loss. "I have no idea how you gathered all that from that." It was a skill! Or, just Manami pulling things out of thin air. Rumi didn't know and honestly, she wasn't too pressed on debunking anything the Digimon said. At least, until the spirit user noticed the 'basement' looking area. She debated for a second, before lifting her hand to point toward it. "D'you think that was flyin'?"
Honestly, with this world, anything was possible.
Post by Manami on Feb 1, 2023 21:45:18 GMT
Now that was a ‘spicy’ question, wasn’t it? Manami actually had to stop for some moments to think about that one. “She’s been given the ability to be, just like little Amorie. Whether they actually cultivate that ability or not, that’s entirely up to them; both are living beings like you and me, after all.” Given how the two were interacting, the answer to whether they’d develop their ability to be smart or not was an extremely big question mark. Not like the Trickmon cared all that much about it, though.
Being hurtful with words was, indeed, a very interesting statement. “Not an intended feature, but as long as it works for her, that’s her decision! But, wouldn’t you agree that sometimes, words can be even more destabilizing and subtler than most kinds of overt actions? Little En-En is still quite far from that level of eloquence, but who knows!” Until then, being plain insulting and opinionated would have to suffice.
Manami gave both Kurumi and Amorie a nod, just before the focus was transferred to the antics between the two sisters. “Because that is how dwarves are, don’t be dumb. They are burly and have beards and drink a lot of alcohol. And I’m very far from that! For one, I got a lot more class.”
Shin-kicking wasn’t a tactic that the Weathermon had considered, but it was probably quite effective against humans that let their guard down. When it came to digimons, though? Some didn’t even have shins in the first place. “You could say so, yes. I’m glad you’re finally observing the breadth of my intellect!” Maybe ‘little Mori’ wasn’t so bad after all. It was like having a small sister… that wanted to be the older sister.
Or maybe it wasn’t. Sometimes, and inexplicably so, she just felt the need to face palm at the ridiculous comments. Still. “I have a cloud for traveling. Neither height nor mobility are issues. besides, that’d imply somebody else around being willing to do it.” Which was the biggest problem; who even went and gave piggyback rides out of the goodness of their hearts? At least En-En knew none.
Good thing that the sisters were getting along. That meant they’d have a very fruitful relationship, right? Especially given the completely perceived propensity of the younger one to get in trouble. And it also gave the other two some time to actually check what was exactly happening in this place. “I have some plans already; having an envoy of sorts in the Human World seems like a smart idea at the moment, and the idea already makes me realize that, once everyone is spread out, I’ll probably need some sort of communications anchor or something of the sort. But as you said, short-term needs and long-term goals are both liable to change, just as what I need to accomplish them! It’d be dumb not to be flexible in a situation like this one.”
Of course, that conversation ground to a halt as soon as the Trickmon found the banner/cloth piece; the following question should’ve been borderline offensive, but being in awe with one’s skill could also open a path to disbelief, especially when it came to humans! “That’s easy enough. Since at high altitudes the air is less dense, the way it wears fabrics or other materials differs from wear the nearer you are to sea level. And, of course, the speed of the winds these materials are subjected to affects the degree of wear they suffer. Any decently skilled craftsperson could very easily discern what I’m telling you.”
It was only then when she noticed the place the blonde was pointing at, and an undoubtedly excited smile bloomed on the disguised digimon’s face. “Would you look at that!” She exclaimed. “Seems like you’ve found the jackpot. That was probably a room that fell off the main structure and crashed into the ground. I wonder if we’ll find anything of value there or if it has been looted already.” Given the nature of the Digital World, it was quite likely that the second was the case, but given how she was more interested in things that weren’t of much value, maybe the looters left something for them to peruse through.
Having said that, she closed the distance at quite the pace before beginning to examine the outside of the room. “Before whatever caused the descent of this room, it seemed like the place was relatively well-maintained. Maybe it was attacked by a foreign force? It isn’t super unlikely.” Then again, that was just the first theory. Those seldom were the right ones.
What was actually inside the building was probably an assortment of what you could find in a warehouse or storing room, but maybe there was something else to be found.
Post by Kurumi on Feb 2, 2023 2:08:27 GMT
There was a long stare at the sisters, while listening to Manami's speech on their intelligence capabilities. "So, probably not." Sorry Mori and En-En! Rumi just wasn't seeing it! Maybe they'd successfully prove her wrong, but so far, it didn't seem promising.
While Mori seemed to have some natural skill when it came to feeling-hurting, it was definitely something En-En would need to work on. At her current level, she was like a kid throwing a tantrum. But, it was possible that she'd be able to work on it. "I guess. I'd usually prefer breaking someone's nose, if I'm bein' honest. Instant gratification, you know?" Surely, that wasn't all that surprising! "But, I guess givin' someone mental trauma is probably better long-term." There was probably a balance that needed to be had, and someone as little as En-En didn't have much opportunity for the instant version.
The more the sisters talked, the more clear it probably was that Amorie didn't really know what burly was. "I would not mind a beard." Or, apparently, that beards didn't really suit either of their holosuits. "Of course, you couldn't be a dwarf for your class." Oh no. This was about to derail. Someone had apparently been learning about certain types of games in her spare time. "But, what is your class, little sister En-En? Are you a bard?"
Regardless of how the conversation had been going, Mori would nod enthusiastically. "Of course. You seem very intelligent, Little Sister En-En." It was a big sister's job to cheer on their younger siblings and encourage mental growth! Even if Kurumi didn't quite agree with this assessment. "I hope that you can teach me your ways." Overhearing this part, Rumi could only hope that Mori did not learn anything from her little sister!
"You can't always be on a cloud, though. It doesn't sound very practical." Especially in holosuit form! Admittedly, the Weathermon's natural form was actually much more practical than being a human, but Mori wanted to convince her sibling of the importance of being carried places! If only she had a sibling that wanted to be carried around all the time! "I would gladly carry you, when I am not smaller than you." It was important to emphasize the last part, considering their current sizes! Mori absolutely had no interest in trying to waddle around with her own holosuit on her tiny-body's shoulders! En-En's legs would drag on the ground and it just wasn't very comfortable sounding!
Meanwhile, Kurumi and Manami had begun looking for whatever they were seeking. "A communication anchor? That's a thing?" Of course it was. Otherwise Manami wouldn't have said it! "Is that gonna be able to work between both worlds, even if it's a Digimon?" Now that seemed like a slightly less stupid question. Either way, it seemed that Manami did have more planned out than Rumi expected, at the very least.
Then, she'd nod at the Trickmon's explanation on how she identified the fabric for what it was. "Maybe I should get into craftin'. It makes people sound smart." Or makes talking hats sound smart, she guessed. Somehow, the blonde had a feeling that a lot of human crafters still wouldn't have established all that Manami had in such a short time.
But, at least she made herself useful in pointing out the room. She'd hurry after Manami, since there wasn't much better to be doing anyway. "Where'd the rest of the building go, though?" If there was a chunk this big, it felt like there should be even more. Unless whatever broke it down was particularly vaporizing. Regardless, she'd begin to investigate the building, looking for any pieces of interest. "It'd have to be something pretty big to tear someplace full of supposed-knights apart like this." Unless the entire place had been vacant when it had happened. But that would just be dumb. "Unless the knights weren't actually very good at their jobs."
Post by Manami on Feb 2, 2023 21:34:04 GMT
There was probably no other answer to Kurumi’s remark other than shrugging. These two particular creations of her had free will, and what they decided to do with it was none of her business. Similarly, how they employed their talents was entirely up to them. “Hopefully she’ll get to that point. As things are right now… I’d say that some aspects need a little polishing.” Or a lot, but what else could be said about what was practically a newborn? Besides her attitude, her other aspects didn’t seem all that developed.
Speaking of which, the conversation between the two sisters had gotten a certain turn for… the weirder. “Well, if you want one, you can ask your human to get you one. I am sure she will comply.” As long as her own disguise remained unmarred, what Amorie did or did not do was of little consequence to En-En herself. Regarding class, though… the Weathermon resisted the urge to sigh with annoyance at her sister’s lack of understanding. “High Magician.” She responded, without doubting even a fraction of a second. It was probably a good thing that she had taken cursory attention to her creator’s newfound interest in Human World culture. With some luck that’d shut Amorie up some.
Sadly, at plain sight it seemed like that wouldn’t be a possibility in the slightest. She had to admit that compliments weren’t that bad, though. “I can tutor you, but only if you prove to be worthy of my knowledge. Otherwise, I’ll have to refuse.” She had to blink once or twice when the practicality of her cloud was questioned. Was there anything more practical than riding a cloud? If there was, the Weathermon sure didn’t know, but maybe Amorie knew things she didn’t? She had to ponder that offer for a bit… “But you’re not always available either, are you? Given how you’re with that filthy human and everything. How would that even work?”
In the meantime, Manami and Kurumi were discussing the minutiae of her plans. “If it’s not a thing, it’s as easy as making it a thing!” She answered, enthusiastically. “There’s many things that weren’t a thing before somebody decided to make them a thing. It’s the reason why you can visit this world and I can visit yours, after all.” That was an innovator’s path, more or less. If the solution to her current wants couldn’t be acquired by things that already existed, she’d just have to find the way to resolve those by herself.
Regarding the crafts themselves, the digimon simply nodded. “If you want to get into them, I could have you become my disciple. I don’t know how good a human would be at it, though. But you can turn into a digimon too, so maybe it’ll be fine? We could discuss that one later.”
Right now, what was the most important was examining this strange, yet admittedly lucky find. “Maybe their base of operations was struck or attacked somehow and this was a result of the initial attack; if the whole thing was as big as advertised, then I doubt we wouldn’t have heard of a massive ruin crash-landing into this place, so I kinda doubt we’ll find out much more than this.” Solid reasoning, but not without room to be wrong. “Whatever attacked these knights was no doubt prepared, though, considered that the organization was never heard from again, the whatever remains of their headquarters is nowhere to be found… well, at least mostly. Plain neglect can’t be completely discarded, but it seems a bit unlikely.”
It was a complete shame that this place had been mostly thoroughly looted, but luckily there seemed to remain at least some portion of this place’s history. It might have taken them several minutes of thorough examination, but Manami was finally able to find something that at least looked interesting. A tattered glove that seemed to have been stuffed into one of the many ruined corners. The burnt fabric barely showed a shield-like pattern, but most importantly was the completely broken device that rested atop it. She lifted it, making sure to try to not damage it further and showed it to her companion. “This thing kinda looks like your own, doesn’t it? Well, if yours was wrecked beyond repair, that is.”
Was a broken digivice of any utility? That was hard to know. “Think it might have the cheatsy-things inside it or that they escaped when it was broken? It’d be nice if we could get something of value out of this.” If not, back to the drawing board it was.