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Post by BERACH RALEIGH on Feb 24, 2013 11:33:15 GMT -8
( Those eggs have baby digimon in them, ) Kafka was saying, as he peeked out over the collar of Raleigh's sweater. They Nyaromon's ears pricked forward, excited, and he wriggled against Raleigh's chest.
"Alright, Kafka, you begged me to carry you but you gotta' hold still--"
( Nyaaaaa, ) Kafka hissed in reply, wiggling up out of Raleigh's grasp and bouncing to the ground. ( So how come we're here? And Ber, you can't eat the digieggs, okay? )
Raleigh sighed, exasperated, and gazed out across the rolling hills of primary village. "Shut up, fatty," he replied, affection clear in his tone, "I don't know, I kinda' wanted to just... relax a little. Get away from people. This seems like a good place to take a nap, don't you think?"
( And I shall guard you! But then, can we go explore? I want to meet more digimon. )
"Mmph, whatever you want," Raleigh replied, flopping down onto the (surprisingly soft) grass. Hell, he'd even help Kafka stack the eggs into a pyramid if that's what he wanted to do, but for now... He would sleep. It was totally safe, here, right? Right. (It wasn't as though he cared much for his personal safety, anyway.)
He dragged his scarf across his eyes and folded his arms behind his head, a contented hum on his lips as he stretched out. Yeah, he could definitely get used to this. Kafka hopped over to sit on his chest and Raleigh reached up absentmindedly, rubbing his fingers behind the Nyaromon's ears.
ooc| wowwww boring post i'm sorry i'm not very good at starters |C the next ones will be better i hope
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Post by Justin Sanderson on Feb 24, 2013 23:27:41 GMT -8
Justin was vaguely paying attention to Howler. Howler had decided that he wanted to educate Justin on the wonders of his home, especially now that Justin was bigger and smarter and stronger than he was the first time he came out. There were small lectures every five minutes on this digimon or that digimon. Justin was paying far more attention than usual because the lectures were filled with great information such as attack ability, and that was most definitely going to come in useful.
From a short distance, they had come upon a Nyaromon. Howler started clambering towards it, going on about it was unusual to find one this evolved outside of its natural habitat (wherever that might be). Justin followed but his wandering eyes caught sight of someone who'd decided to take a nap in the grass. Unguarded. That seemed rather dangerous to him. Perhaps the Nyaromon...
"Howler, be on your guard! That thing might be ready to attack this guy!" He was ready to protect the stranger if necessary. Justin knew how terrible this place could be, how the wild Digimon were often ready to kill and destroy. He hated them. He hated this world. It had been a terrible thing to come back here, and he was ready to haul out now with the endangered human with them.
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Post by clara reedman on Feb 25, 2013 0:13:53 GMT -8
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, width:400px;,bTable]A sly looking Motimon darted its eyes back and forth between its partner and what she was staring so shamelessly at. He knew she would be blown away by his world and was feeling especially cheeky about it. Watching her lips go from an O to a huge grin made the little guy's heart and pride sky rocket. He couldn't wait for her to snap out of it though so they could play. Fylnn's first objective was to get as many grass stains on her person as possible. Clara would be impressed with a plain ol' human world meadow really but pleased was pleased so she really hadn't anything to complain about. The day was gorgeous, the area calm from what she could tell, and there were even other people here she could talk to if she decided that she was feeling bold today. Well, bold for her anyway. To most talking to strangers isn't a big deal and although she welcomed them with open arms into her life she was still a bit of a nervous ham when it came to first meetings. She wasn't even sure how to approach.. "Clara look more flashbags just like you!" She pouted, why did he have to go insult them like that? Possibly twice over too since the gentlemen may not like being put in the same category as the opposite sex. She knew if she spoke now her voice would come out rather unattractive with how heavy her nerves were making her tongue feel so she merely waved with her hand close to her cheek and barely waving at all. |
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Post by BERACH RALEIGH on Feb 25, 2013 18:19:15 GMT -8
( Ber. Ber. Berachmon, get up, ) Kafka was whining, high and frantic in his ear. Raleigh tossed his arm over his eyes, grunting, and shoved the tiny feline digimon off his chest: "I swear to god I'll read the stupid manual for my D-touch and reprogram you, Kafka, if you don't stop being so annoying."
( But, there are people here! Let's go fight 'em. )
This startled Raleigh out of his haze, and he scrambled less-than-gracefully to his feet, scarf caught awkwardly over one of his ears. "I thought this place was usually deserted," he grumbled, haphazardly smoothing his clothes out and throwing Justin a nasty glare.
"Oi, what's up with this interrupting stranger's naps, huh? Serious shit going' down, man --"
( Yeah! SAY IT TO MY FACE, PUNK. )
Raleigh paused, scowling, and turned to glare down at Kafka, head tilted as he watched the tiny cat incredulously. "What the hell-" He shook his head and meandered towards the other two, slouched over as he jammed his hands into his pockets.
"No problem though guys, seriously. You do look like you need to chill out, though, big guy," he said, reaching out to pat the other man on the shoulder. "And what's your story, babe?"
( Any of you losers wanna' fight me? I'm a pretty serious badass, ) Kafka offered, fluffing out his tail and twitching it about for good measure.
"Ah. This is my idiot digimon, Kafka. I'm Raleigh."
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Post by Justin Sanderson on Feb 26, 2013 10:51:08 GMT -8
Justin felt slightly embarassed when he realized that the digimon belonged to the man who was sleeping. "Sorry, didn't mean to bother you." His cheeks were faintly pink from his mistake. It had been so long since he'd last been here, so long since... Well. He gave a friendly grin to the little Nyaromon. "Sorry, you're just so ferocious I couldn't resist! You probably scare off a lot of wild digimon with those threats!" His sparky little personality reminded him of Sheska, and it would be fun to see if he could pull the little guy's chain.
At the same time, he felt the light pressure of the other man's hand on his shoulder. His eyebrow raised in surprise. Babe? He hadn't been called that before, and Justin found it rather amusing. "Nice to meet you, Raleigh, Kafka. It's... it's perhaps the first time I've really been here. Not sure what to expect." A little lie, but harmless. DigiDestined happened at any age, so it wasn't necessarily strange that it could happen. And he really was a DigiDestined, so there was that kernel of truth.
Howler had been silent until then. We've been exploring this place. I wanted to show him where I come from - my egg came from a place very near here, and it has fond memories for me." He gave a solemn nod. I apologize for my partner's jumpiness. He has yet to realize I, being an expert in all things Digimon, know exactly how dangerous this Nyaromon is, and that is not very dangerous at all." He nodded with self-satisfaction with his assessment, adjusting his little badge on his white lab coat with pride.
Justin's blush grew at Howler's words. He had forgotten that Howler was aware of these things (and had in fact been quite helpful with the rest of the digimon they had come across) but his instincts from when he'd been lost here were still overpowering. He gave an embarassed laugh. "And I'm a fool for not paying any attention to him, as you can see."
His ear caught the insult of 'fleshbags' from somewhere nearby, and his head whirled around to see who'd seen it. It was another Digimon and its mistress. Howler started trotting over to them, going on about how the term 'fleshbags' technically also applied to Digimon and being his normal dorky self. Justin waved back at the girl, who was cautiously greeting them silently. "Hey! Why don't you come on over!" And distract everyone from what an idiot he'd been, please!
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Post by clara reedman on Feb 26, 2013 13:43:42 GMT -8
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, width:400px;,bTable]Fylnn was the first one over ever the one to lack caution. He wasn't the fondest of being corrected and he showed this by attempting to flick under mr. smarty pant's nose. The kitty seemed more his pace, not that he was a fighter like the Nyaromon but he still loved the mess a battle royal created. They were all so small though so the terrorizing the battlefield and generally just making havoc would have to wait. He wasn't surprised to see Clara still taking her sweet time like she was walking to her own beheading instead of a friendly bunch of strangers. When she finally did reach the two man and their Digimon she had to bite her cheeks at their forward nature. Gods she hoped they left her alone in that respective. "Hello there it's nice to meet you guys!" Extending both arms she soon pouted seeing a folly in her plan. There was four and she had only two hands to give. She still smiled brightly though as she waited for her hands to be taken by someone. There was a bit of a nervous twitch on her lips but nothing that would indicate that she wanted to take the flight action anymore. |
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Post by BERACH RALEIGH on Mar 7, 2013 14:31:52 GMT -8
Kafka puffed his fur out, tail twitching and eyes closed in a look so smug that Berach couldn't help but roll his eyes. ( That's right! I take care of my Ber. I guarded him from wild digimon while he was asleep -- no one would dare come near me! )
Berach sighed at this one, catching Justin's gaze and shaking his head. "And he's always like this," he added, ignoring Justin's digimon's comment (though it did bring a smirk to his lips). "He'll probably ask me to challenge you to a battle, you know. Not that you stand much of a chance. We are pretty awesome... but I certainly wouldn't mind."
As he winked at the other man, his d-touch whined loudly at his hip, shaking and lighting up: Berach grabbed the device in hopes of angrily buttonmashing it into submission.
ERROR. PLEASE CONSULT THE USER MANUAL SECTION F--
With the sensation of being bodily pulled through a narrow rubber tube, Raleigh snapped back into the real world, Kafka just behind him, and glared at his bleeping d-touch.
"Piece of crap," he grumbled.
ooc| yep i'm out |DDD i'm very sorry for taking so long. my muse is kinda shit all the time and eugh i'm horrible i know. i need less threads. please forgive. D'8
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Post by Justin Sanderson on Mar 10, 2013 15:37:46 GMT -8
Justin couldn't help but give a small smile to the little Digimon that was rather furious with him. It was rather adorable in its own way. He appreciated the creature's dedication to his handler. He hoped Aguman was taking notes - that was the kind of dedication he wanted! And he liked the man's spirit as well. He was about to respond to the commentary when the man's D-Touch malfunctioned and threw him back into the real world.
Justin blinked in astonishment for a while. Howler eventually spoke up. "That... isn't normal for those devices, is it? I have not seen one act in such a way in a long time. Perhaps he should inquire to somebody as to fix it."
Nodding in agreement, Justin turned to look at the girl that had approached and addressed them. "Sorry about that. I don't know what happened right now, exactly, but I promise it wasn't because of you or anything like that." He was at a loss of what to say. "Ummm.... Hi? I'm Justin?" His expression was a pained grin as he struggled to gather his wits about him.
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