102C: Downtime
Dec 14, 2022 6:20:18 GMT
Post by Nanami Hanabana on Dec 14, 2022 6:20:18 GMT
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"Yep... This is gonna take a while to fix," A Terriermon Assistant declared, covered in grease as he stepped out from underneath a stalled Locomon. He rubbed the side of the immobile, sentient train while a human girl with pink hair and large pink coat, a plain ol' Terriermon, Lopmon, Falcomon, and Youkomon watched. "I'm so sorry, Ferry. I never realized that things were getting this bad... But I won't sleep until I have you back up and running!" With a fire in his eyes, the engineer began to work whatever wizardry he could perform on the poor Locomon. Or at least, that's what it seemed like to the rest of the group.
"I guess that means... We're gonna be stuck here in the middle of nowhere for a while..." Cream stated, looking around the empty wasteland they broke down in. "Hopefully no other Trailmon will come by while we're stalled like this." Luckily that wouldn't happen, since that would break the rules of this MPC.
"Screw waiting around, I'm gonna go nap." Mocha grunted, hopping from Nanami's shoulder to lie down on the cold dirt. If it bothered her at all she didn't seem to show it. "Wake me up when we're ready to head out," She told nobody in particular as she let out a yawn and fell asleep soon after.
Cream, on the other hand, couldn't stand the cold ground and remained on Nanami's other shoulder. "Right. I'll be inside Ferry while she's being repaired, then."
"Wait, Lady Cream!" The Falcomon practically shouted, nearly startling the vanilla Terriermon. "I was hoping that you would assist in helping me develop my Ultimate Technique!"
After the Terriermon recovered from the birb's shouting, she remained silent for a heartbeat before answering, "I'll pass," before pulling out some small gaming device and hopping back inside Ferry, the sound of some odd Russian tune while strangely-shaped blocks fell down the screen.
"I... understand..." Mu-kun did her best not to look completely dejected, but thankfully the Youkomon placed a front paw gently along the Falcomon's back.
"Well... I know I'm not Cream, but... I'm willing to lend you a helping hand... or paw... or tail, if you need it,"
"Lady Kumiho..." The Falcomon perked up almost immediately. "Very well! Let us go a couple of miles outward as not to endanger or distract the others!"
"Right... wait how far again?!" The pair took off at blinding speed, the Youkomon muttering something about her luck once more, leaving only the pink-haired girl alone while everyone was off doing their own thing.
"Okay!" She clenched her fists and pumped them into the air as if she were preparing for something exciting. "Just gotta... wait around here for a little while! Let's do this!" She crossed her arms and started pacing back and forth for nearly a minute before coming to a full stop. Her grip had tightened around her arms so much that it was starting to hurt. "N-Nico... Are the repairs done yet?" She asked as gently as she could, considering her distressed state. The little girl just couldn't stay still for very long.
However, the Terriermon Assistant didn't respond to Nanami's inquiries, as he was far too focused. "I see... the Onion Rings were loosened up here, causing the Malarky Chain to break entirely. So now I just need to adjust the viscosity of the Lava Lamp Hadron Collider and... this is gonna be a tougher fix than I thought..."
"It's no use..." Nanami sighed, visibly shaking. How did people do that meditating and stuff when there was so much stuff to do... in less boring places, at least! She turned towards her sleeping comrade. "Hey, Mocha... do you wanna go do something, like play a word game... or anything?"
However, the Lopmon's sleep remained undeterred as she rolled over, snoring and muttering something along the lines of "No... I can't sign that, Madame President... it's just too indecent, if we get caught we'll both go to jail..." Nanami wasn't sure what was going on there, but she was sure that she didn't want to know, regardless.
Nanami poked her head inside Ferry's insides, watching Cream intensely focused on her game. "Hey... Cream... are you winning?" She asked. She wasn't really into that kind of stuff, and every time Cream tried to talk about her hobbies it would fly over the little girl's head.
Cream was silent a moment before she answered. "It's not a matter of winning or losing," She stated. "It's only whether you're able to do the things you want to do..."
"Oh... okay... Are you doing... that, then?"
"No, but if I can focus I should..."
"Oh... then I'll be quiet, then!" Nanami poked her head to inoffensively watch the Terriermon play the game, watching block after block fall, forming into lines and vanishing. It looked pretty impressive at first, but... after a while it all looked the same. Games weren't really something Nanami was ever into, but she could understand why other people could get into them. But she couldn't for the life of her understand the fun of watching someone else play a game. After just a couple of minutes, Nanami backed away. "I'm gonna... go check on someone else, okay?" Cream let out a grunt of acknowledgement as Nanami stepped out.
She took a breath, and whispered, "Me-chan... let's go see Mu-kun and Kumi!" Nanami's coat began to stir all on its own, as a countless number of eyes opened up and Nanami could hear dozens of incoherent whispers followed by cackling laughter. Then Nanami's coat grew a massive pair of bat-like wings as she took to the air, towards the direction of where her other friends moved.
She was able to spot them fairly quickly, as she saw Mu-kun first, floating in the air as a swirling aura of flame covered her body.
"Ninja Art: Ultimate Technique!!!" She yelled out at the top of her lungs, like all ninjas did. "Cosmic Blazing Vortex!" The Falcomon unleashed a torrent of energy towards the ground, where a hapless Youkomon was currently running for her life, screaming out of pure panic and adrenaline, only to get swallowed up by the vortex, regardless.
The smoke cleared, and Kumi was left singed, her dark fur more tussled than neat as she coughed up smoke as she gasped for breath.
"Lady Kumiho!" Mu-kun cried out excitedly as she descended towards her comrade. "How was that? I dumbed down the power, obviously, but would you say that is something worthy of being an Ultimate Technique?"
"I think... I think I wanna go back now!" Kumi cried out in desperation as she slumped over in exhaustion.
"I understand, Lady Kumiho!" Mu-kun answered. "An attack that irritates and exasperates my comrades cannot ever be called an Ultimate Technique! I shall come up with a brand new Ultimate Technique that will by ten, no, fifty times more devastating!"
"That's not even... Oh... I don't even care anymore..."
Well... at least Nanami wasn't the only miserable one...?
"I guess that means... We're gonna be stuck here in the middle of nowhere for a while..." Cream stated, looking around the empty wasteland they broke down in. "Hopefully no other Trailmon will come by while we're stalled like this." Luckily that wouldn't happen, since that would break the rules of this MPC.
"Screw waiting around, I'm gonna go nap." Mocha grunted, hopping from Nanami's shoulder to lie down on the cold dirt. If it bothered her at all she didn't seem to show it. "Wake me up when we're ready to head out," She told nobody in particular as she let out a yawn and fell asleep soon after.
Cream, on the other hand, couldn't stand the cold ground and remained on Nanami's other shoulder. "Right. I'll be inside Ferry while she's being repaired, then."
"Wait, Lady Cream!" The Falcomon practically shouted, nearly startling the vanilla Terriermon. "I was hoping that you would assist in helping me develop my Ultimate Technique!"
After the Terriermon recovered from the birb's shouting, she remained silent for a heartbeat before answering, "I'll pass," before pulling out some small gaming device and hopping back inside Ferry, the sound of some odd Russian tune while strangely-shaped blocks fell down the screen.
"I... understand..." Mu-kun did her best not to look completely dejected, but thankfully the Youkomon placed a front paw gently along the Falcomon's back.
"Well... I know I'm not Cream, but... I'm willing to lend you a helping hand... or paw... or tail, if you need it,"
"Lady Kumiho..." The Falcomon perked up almost immediately. "Very well! Let us go a couple of miles outward as not to endanger or distract the others!"
"Right... wait how far again?!" The pair took off at blinding speed, the Youkomon muttering something about her luck once more, leaving only the pink-haired girl alone while everyone was off doing their own thing.
"Okay!" She clenched her fists and pumped them into the air as if she were preparing for something exciting. "Just gotta... wait around here for a little while! Let's do this!" She crossed her arms and started pacing back and forth for nearly a minute before coming to a full stop. Her grip had tightened around her arms so much that it was starting to hurt. "N-Nico... Are the repairs done yet?" She asked as gently as she could, considering her distressed state. The little girl just couldn't stay still for very long.
However, the Terriermon Assistant didn't respond to Nanami's inquiries, as he was far too focused. "I see... the Onion Rings were loosened up here, causing the Malarky Chain to break entirely. So now I just need to adjust the viscosity of the Lava Lamp Hadron Collider and... this is gonna be a tougher fix than I thought..."
"It's no use..." Nanami sighed, visibly shaking. How did people do that meditating and stuff when there was so much stuff to do... in less boring places, at least! She turned towards her sleeping comrade. "Hey, Mocha... do you wanna go do something, like play a word game... or anything?"
However, the Lopmon's sleep remained undeterred as she rolled over, snoring and muttering something along the lines of "No... I can't sign that, Madame President... it's just too indecent, if we get caught we'll both go to jail..." Nanami wasn't sure what was going on there, but she was sure that she didn't want to know, regardless.
Nanami poked her head inside Ferry's insides, watching Cream intensely focused on her game. "Hey... Cream... are you winning?" She asked. She wasn't really into that kind of stuff, and every time Cream tried to talk about her hobbies it would fly over the little girl's head.
Cream was silent a moment before she answered. "It's not a matter of winning or losing," She stated. "It's only whether you're able to do the things you want to do..."
"Oh... okay... Are you doing... that, then?"
"No, but if I can focus I should..."
"Oh... then I'll be quiet, then!" Nanami poked her head to inoffensively watch the Terriermon play the game, watching block after block fall, forming into lines and vanishing. It looked pretty impressive at first, but... after a while it all looked the same. Games weren't really something Nanami was ever into, but she could understand why other people could get into them. But she couldn't for the life of her understand the fun of watching someone else play a game. After just a couple of minutes, Nanami backed away. "I'm gonna... go check on someone else, okay?" Cream let out a grunt of acknowledgement as Nanami stepped out.
She took a breath, and whispered, "Me-chan... let's go see Mu-kun and Kumi!" Nanami's coat began to stir all on its own, as a countless number of eyes opened up and Nanami could hear dozens of incoherent whispers followed by cackling laughter. Then Nanami's coat grew a massive pair of bat-like wings as she took to the air, towards the direction of where her other friends moved.
She was able to spot them fairly quickly, as she saw Mu-kun first, floating in the air as a swirling aura of flame covered her body.
"Ninja Art: Ultimate Technique!!!" She yelled out at the top of her lungs, like all ninjas did. "Cosmic Blazing Vortex!" The Falcomon unleashed a torrent of energy towards the ground, where a hapless Youkomon was currently running for her life, screaming out of pure panic and adrenaline, only to get swallowed up by the vortex, regardless.
The smoke cleared, and Kumi was left singed, her dark fur more tussled than neat as she coughed up smoke as she gasped for breath.
"Lady Kumiho!" Mu-kun cried out excitedly as she descended towards her comrade. "How was that? I dumbed down the power, obviously, but would you say that is something worthy of being an Ultimate Technique?"
"I think... I think I wanna go back now!" Kumi cried out in desperation as she slumped over in exhaustion.
"I understand, Lady Kumiho!" Mu-kun answered. "An attack that irritates and exasperates my comrades cannot ever be called an Ultimate Technique! I shall come up with a brand new Ultimate Technique that will by ten, no, fifty times more devastating!"
"That's not even... Oh... I don't even care anymore..."
Well... at least Nanami wasn't the only miserable one...?
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