The Clinically Insane Family Returns [Miya/Hunt]
Jan 31, 2023 5:50:51 GMT
Post by Deleted on Jan 31, 2023 5:50:51 GMT
 The Worst Family Rustport wasn't the biggest or fanciest civilization in the Digital World, but that was part of its charm. There wasn't a lot of competition for resources and the like, so people pretty much had to take what they had. It meant a lot of businesses cutting costs and corners. And because low population meant a lower demand for niche services, you could use those corner-cutting resources to save a bit or two. Which is why in a town like Rustport, a place relatively close to the machine-friendly Hardware Den, finding mechanical limbs and the like for cheap was easy as pie. Speaking of mechanical limbs, Azura promised herself that she wouldn't scream in pain this time, but sadly, it didn't work out that way. "What the heck? Do you gotta make it hurt so bad, every time!?" She yelled as her brand new limb... though nothing about this metal arm looked remotely new. Even so, it felt about as comfortable as the last one as she rubbed her shoulder. "I swear it hurts more every time..." "No, I don't have to make it so painful," A violet TiaLudomon picked up Azura's former mechanical arm off the ground, inspecting what was essentially a pile of scrap at this point. "The added pain was out of spite. Stop ruining the arms I make." Shortly afterwards, a Sistermon Blanc would rush into the office, followed by a Sistermon Noir with barely contained smugness. "Are you okay, sister?" Ivori cried out in concern. "I heard you scream really loud, so I thought you might be in trouble!" "It's okay, dear Ivori!" Sable assured the bunny-clad sister, still staring at Azura with a satisfied look upon her face. "I'm sure whatever caused Azura to screech like that is perfectly under control now, right?" Azura gritted her teeth in frustration towards her two loving sisters, and nodded. "Yeah. Just... Everything's cool..." She let out an exasperated sigh. Meanwhile, while the three Sistermon were taking care of each other, a certain little human girl was standing outside the clinic, staring intently at the business across the street, some kind courier service, from the looks of it. A Gotsumon carrying a large sack strolled up to the door, knocked three times, then twice, then thrice once more, and a Revolmon opened the door from the other side. After whispering to each other for a minute or two, the Revolmon went back inside the building as the Gotsumon conspicuously made himself look inconspicuous as he glanced around at the people around. When it was time for the Gotsumon to make eye contact with the Airi, she had already looked away. "I'd be careful if I were you," A voice whispered from within the girl's Digivice. "That Digimon is armed." Airi raised her eyebrows in the utter obviousness of it all before rolling her eyes. "Yeah... I think I saw that, from all the guns," She muttered back, unable to contain the sarcastic tone. "Not that Digimon, the Gotsumon." the voice replied. "He's looking at the people around him like they're targets. He's trained in long-range combat, from the looks of it. But his stance is off somehow. He's like some kind of bandit or pirate, or something, rather than a trained soldier." "I see..." Airi had no idea what the Commandramon inside her Digivice was going on about, but she figured she could trust his instincts. Better to assume someone's dangerous than harmless, after all. Airi had to wonder exactly what was going on across the street, so she decided to scope out the place a little bit longer. Her curiosity often got the better of her more often than not, but they say curious people tend to be rewarded more than the oblivious... probably. Surely nothing, not a single person could distract this little girl from her spontaneous little stakeout, right? |
