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Post by Charlie on Sept 11, 2017 21:12:02 GMT
[attr="class","life"] ❝ I want to live a quiet life But I just wanna knock it all down. [attr="class","les"] T uesday. It just had to be Tuesday. Charlie had been here 2 months and learned a lot, and one of the things he figured for himself was that Tuesday was the worst. There was nothing special about this day of the week. No animosity, no mid-week sales or business, no almost-the-weekend 'vibes', and it certainly wasn't a weekend. Yet, Charlie tried to keep busy and enjoy his day. It was early afternoon outside, but the hideout was grunge and dusty, halogen lights replacing the blacklights of business hours. He had swept, broken a second broom, managed not to break the vacuum, and had then spent the past 2 hours spinning on one of the bar stools. Every time the stage entered his vision he let out a quiet "Bwark" and counted those in his head. He always had to restart at about 24 or 25. This mindless bit of amusement managed to keep his attention for a while until he looked at the clock. It was getting around 4 PM; some of the crew would be coming in. Nightmare was a mish mash of people and on Tuesdays a few came to knock about before heading home, rest in the back, or just do homework in the main room. Down he came, with a soft pomf as his bottom hit the oddly-patterned carpet. "Hallo," he croaked to the carpet. He remembered the first time he came here every time he looked at it, how he chased the patterns around the room until he saw them all. He rocked himself onto his flat fleet and bumbled around behind the bar, retrieving his tag. It was a pewter chain with a big steel skull pendant, a gift from the girl that found him. He missed her. He hoped she was doing okay. Okay, back to business; no time to dwell on things, he had to go. He had to go now. He took off, arms flapping uselessly behind him like a brightly colored ninja, waddling at incredibly high speed. He managed to bounce his way up the stairs to the "front" door, which was just some service door in an alleyway here in the ward. There, he would wait. Half a meter above his head was that accursed doorknob, all smooth edges and brass. Polishing that was hard to do since he couldn't fit a stepladder up here. He had to fit a cloth in his mouth and jump. He could still see streaks and his feathers ruffled. He should just knock it out and replace it. No one would care. He could do that with some of the old chairs here too, just get more, set those up too. But then he'd have to get rid of all the rest of the old furniture, then the new furniture that was put in first would be old. He'd have to knock that over too, and- Knock kn-knock knock-kn-knock knockThere it was. The knock. He gave it back against the door with his banded beak, which is only something Charlie did since most would just ignore that groovy beat and open the door. Next to the door's left was a big, red button. This was his favorite part; he jumped up and gave it a fierce headbutt and came back down feeling dizzy, finally. He went down a few steps and waved to the figure in the now open door. "Hallo." | [attr="class","goodness"]  ✉ @someone ✉ @someone ✎ 0000 words |
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Post by Hadezu Gōsuto on Sept 12, 2017 3:03:19 GMT
 MONSTERS ARE REAL
and even ghosts are real.
THEY LIVE INSIDE US
and sometimes, they win.
The life of the masked delinquent known as Hadezu Gōsuto was anything but simple. Though he had barely joined the hooli-gang just not too long ago, Hadezu was already inspired to make a name for himself throughout the streets, typically spending his nights scouring the various corners of Tokyo's nightlife in search of something dangerous and exciting to get himself into, not to mention it was certainly helping him become quite familiar with his new hunting grounds. ...everything wasn't just peachy yet for him, though. Due to his... "difficult" and rather "chaotic" personality, it almost seemed effortless as he consistently made enemies out of companions in the Nightmare faction, his pestering and over-the-top attitude usually resulting in him butting heads with other members. Don't fret, you definitely read that right; even in a group of lawless do-no-gooders, the wacky bandit still managed to end up being considered the black sheep. Furthermore, his obsessively-antagonistic partner, Ryuk the Geistmon, proudly contributed to quite a few of those confrontations just by himself, which served as pure amusement more than anything else. Hadezu might've been a major dork, but he had no intention of hanging around where he wasn't welcomed, and thus, he spent most of his time clinging to the shadows of alleyways and rooftops, like the true creeper he was. Nonetheless, he wasn't entirely hated, and he'd return to the Nightmare hideout every now and then to either pass the eff out or to squad up with those of the faction who could actually tolerate him, in which he generally preferred tagging along with the various pretty women that lurked about. Unfortunately, this day was exceptionally boring, and so he waltzed right back to the hideout, anticipating that something fun awaited him there instead. *Knock kn-knock knock-kn-knock knock.* The signature knock echoed back, and few seconds later, the door swung open. Hadezu suspected that he'd be met with hostile eyes as per usual, but for once, he came to be greeted with... no one. "Hm? What the heck...", he thought to himself, bewildered that something had responded yet nothing stood there. For a moment, his mind drifted and began overclocking itself onto how this could be possible, until he heard an abrupt "Hallo." from a few steps down the staircase. "...eh? Izzat you, Toucan Sam?" Hadezu's puzzlement dissipated slightly, but still remained for even his feeble mind had trouble wrapping around how the bird Digimon could've accomplished something as complicated as opening a door. "Uh... anyway, thanks.", he continued, lifting his hand up with his palm out to return the acknowledgment to the colorful creature. Hadezu still didn't know too much about Charlie and his purpose in the gang and truthfully didn't care, he was delighted by some of his qualities and that was enough to spare him from Ryuk's wrath. Snapped from his confusion, Hadezu slowly began his descent down the staircase, with no mind paid toward the Muchomon's location, in which he'd probably end up kicking him out of his way if he didn't move. "Eh... where is everyone... Hadezu bored."
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Post by Rosaline Corzett on Sept 12, 2017 3:55:50 GMT
 ❧ click . click . click .
her heels slapped against the filthy cement - her pacing steadied as she sought out nightmare's nest. her day at work had been blessedly cut short, and she had been given an ample amount of time to enjoy the remainder of the evening. the tamer had made the decision to take leave of her home once her uniform had been retired and replaced by a skirt and long-sleeved top. the weather was tolerable, a blanket of brooding clouds presently shielding japan's occupant's from the sun. these conditions had successfully coaxed her outside, with the female relishing the chilled breeze and gloomy scenery.
she carried with her a tote bag, its interior filled with items of a personal nature and her own digital companion. berry - her tsukaimon - fit comfortably within its interior and actually preferred remaining tucked away within the bag. it would doze, shift about or fiddle around with her phone if it grew bored. rarely did it emerge when she was in the midst of moving from one place to another - but it remained alert and aware, straining each and every sense at a moment's notice. and while rosaline was thankful for its attentiveness, she found little reason for it to be so tense at this hour.
the streets, after all, were quite busy - and the day's somewhat faded light deterred most criminals and fellow tamers from indulging in acts of violence.
'i think i'll stick around for a good while once i get there,' she thought. 'i've got the day off tomorrow, after all.'
rosaline was presently situated near the base, having navigated the streets and taking notice as the once condensed population grew sparser and sparser with each step she took. the entrance was soon within sight - and to her surprise, it had already been opened, a certain individual making their way inside. the young woman paused before releasing a quiet and curious little hum as she hurried to prevent the door from being shut in her face. the pleasant sight of charlie would greet her, and a small smile would slip onto her features as she crooned at the little bird.
"charlie," she said. "it's been a couple of days, hm?"
the young woman brushed past, her gaze clinging onto the brightly colored digimon whom had the tendency to personally greet all whom entered this establishment. the faint scent of alcohol would immediately be noticed by the woman, and she would be hit by that familiar urge to partake in a delectable beverage. this would motivate rosaline to quicken her steps, a grin forming upon her features as an excited gleam entered her crimson gaze.
"hadezu?"
yet another familiar someone to greet, his name slipping out after she proceeded to eye him. his taller and larger frame blocked her from entering the main area - but she didn't appear to mind. instead, she would move to squeeze past, caring little for personal space or manners as she did so.
"'scuse me," she uttered, her tone playful.
she had encountered the younger man on numerous occasions, and had found him to be strangely appealing despite his violent tendencies and rambunctious behavior. rosaline had been pleasant to him as a result, her tone strangely light and friendly whenever she indulged in conversation with the man.
"charlie, can you get me a drink?" she called.
her gaze would shift to take in the interior, noting that it was mostly empty.
"ugh - good. i hate when the place is full," the woman said, snorting. "it's so loud when everyone's here - and for no good reason." [attr="class","cred"]MADE BY VEL OF WW + GS[newclass=.cred]text-align:center;font-size:6pt;color:rgb(132, 132, 132);letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;margin-top:5px;[/newclass][newclass=.cred a]color:rgb(132, 132, 132);font-size:6pt;letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;[/newclass] |
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Post by Charlie on Sept 12, 2017 6:33:37 GMT
[attr="class","life"] ❝ I just want a quiet life But I just wanna knock it all down. [attr="class","les"] "M y name i-braaaaaww Charlie. Ya were close though." Hadezi, Charlie's own penchant for bastardizing human names, was decent enough. Very scary, very slothy, very...slooooooow. Not with his hands, though. He was crazy wicked fast sometimes and whenever he did something cool like catch a dropped glass or catch a thrown bottle, he was always one point. It was great for Charlie, no thumbs you see. He could clap though as he was always impressed. He didn't do shit for Ryui, though. Ryui reminded him of Impmon. Ryui could go fuck himself. Charlie learned that phrase just last weekend. it was apparently very rude and only to be used against people you wanted bad things to happen to. Ryui deserved to go fuck himself. Super hard. "Yooooou're walcome, Hadezi. No one's showed up yet; you got first place today." Every few syllables there was a jolt in his avian voice as he slid down one stare at a time, just a bit faster than Hadezi. When he got to the bottom though, he was confused. Every time he did this, the door would click closed by the time he got to the bottom. There was no click. Why wasn't there a click. He puffed out again, feathers rippling top to bottom. Were they under attack? Why didn't he shut the door? Why? Who? Then he looked up. There she was, thereshewasthereshewasthereshewas! As the thought made the circles in his head, he became like a super ball bouncing in place at the foot of the stairs. He didn't need to see the smile; he could hear it in her voice. Once she'd eked past Hadezi, he would flap his arms like wet noodles and cease his jumping. Somewhere at the top of his throat, he mimicked a trumpet fanfare for her then: "It's arlmost been a week, Rosali. Braawwww shoulda called, shoulda called!" Upon hearing the request for a drink, he was all stiff business. He threw a wing across his chest and gave a bow until his beak hit the floor then off he waddled. From a floor cabinet he withdrew his bartending equipment: a fake mustache, curled up at both ends. He was told to wear this whenever serving drinks behind the bar, everyone laughed and enjoyed his drinks so it must've made him better. He would have to put it on after making drinks, though. Not only that, but Rosali's regular was probably the most fun to make out of anything there. The recipe was simple, but the steps for a bird to make it were entertaining: the mint julep. It was cold, refreshing and swimming in booze. He had a special bar-stool with wheels on it that he could kick between the alcohol and the bar. He gathered up from various locations with varying degrees of difficulty: a silver cup, a canvas bag, a squirt bottle of simple syrup, and a large clay pot labelled 'Mint'. The good thing about the glass was that it fit his beak, which was important. He bathed the outside and inside of his beak with warm water and soap, which had grown from unpleasant to meh in the past month. He had better grip with it than his wings. He went to work in very practiced motions, dropping mint leaves into the cup and following it with syrup. Then, he pecked into the cup, rubbing and smashing the ingredients to a paste. He washed what had stuck to his beak, then jumped down to the ice box, canvas bag in tow. Ice went in, Charlie went back to the bar and let the bag rest. WHAM, WHAM. WHA-WHAM WA-WHAM. WHA-WH-WH-WH-WHA-WHA-WHA-WHAM. His feet went eagerly to dancing to a samba rhythm on the bag, crushing the ice into fine flakes. He kicked his way back to the booze shelves and picked up the favored bourbon of the house. He tipped the bottle just long enough, threw the ice in to fill the rest, and stirred. Finish with a mint garnish and two sip straws. The cup was perfectly frosted and it smelled...bracing. On went the mustache and the cup was pushed across the bar. "Briiiiiiint julep." | [attr="class","goodness"] ✎ 0000 words |
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Post by Hadezu Gōsuto on Sept 13, 2017 19:54:13 GMT
MONSTERS ARE REAL
and even ghosts are real.
THEY LIVE INSIDE US
and sometimes, they win.
*...thump... ...thump... ...thump...*
The dark tamer was like a zombie when he was bored, his creepily slow and loud footsteps finally make it to the bottom of the staircase, which gave Charlie plenty of time to make it down the stairs ahead of him. "Eh... there's no one... whatever." Just as the colorful penguin had stated, the lounge room was barren with any sign of life, the mispronunciation of his name having zero effect as he was too preoccupied with being extremely lethargic to give a damn, not that it mattered anyway. In his strange and barbaric mind, "Toucan Sam" was much easier to remember than "Charlie", and thus the penguin was destined to be correcting him until the end of time. Since he was the last one to enter the hideout, it was his responsibility to close the door behind him, but this was just one amongst many excuses as to why the other gang members were annoyed with Hadezu's presence; he didn't even care to accomplish that simple, yet important task. Consequently, this resulted in him catching all kinds of flak from those who felt the need to express their concern, while others knew that it'd be nothing but a waste of breath; he just wasn't all the way there. For that same reason, Rosaline's approach was completely unknown to him, the clicking of her heels mute until he heard her sweet, inquisitive voice. Before he could turn to acknowledge that his ears and eyes were on the same page, he witnessed a fluff of purple hair wedge between him and the doorway, the bewitching aroma dancing through the air into his nose, Hadezu closing his eyes and indulging in a few whiffs as she did so. That coupled with Rosaline's feminine touch was enough to send his heart into overdrive, his anxiety always seeming to peak whenever she was around. "R-Rosaline...", he exclaimed nervously as he realized that the person that stood before him was indeed Ms. Corzett. Hadezu thought about the penguin's observation of Rosaline's absence and silently agreed, it had been quite a while since he had last seen her. "Three Black Russians.", he requested as he raised three fingers in the air, though he wasn't exactly interested in quenching his thirst but moreso proving to Rosaline that he remembered the last time they had both shared a drink together in the hideout, in which she had taught him a valuable lesson in how not to die. Just as he knew Rosaline's favorite drink, Charlie was the first one to suggest the caffeinated liquor to the bandit and to cause him to become eventually obsessed with it. Unable to understand the idea of restraint initially, Hadezu used to guzzle three of the beverages down like he was inhaling air, until one time when Rosaline's unexpected arrival forced him to choke mid-swallow. Though she was amused, she insisted that he drink them slowly as to avoid an untimely death, and of course, he obliged, feeling somewhat ashamed that he allowed himself to nearly be defeated by a drink. Ever since then, Hadezu still orders three Black Russians, but instead he drinks them almost excessively slow, to ensure that he never succumbs to that unfortunate event again. Impatiently bored and anxious to do anything that involved her, Hadezu followed Rosaline to the bar as Charlie whipped up the concoctions. He always tried to hide his tension around her, so despite the stumbling in his words, there was always a portrayal of confidence in his words. "Rosaline... l-long time no see..."
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Post by Rosaline Corzett on Sept 13, 2017 20:36:06 GMT
❧ "mmm, it has been a while - hasn't it?"
her fingers curled around the chilled glass after she plopped her rear into a seat, raising it so that she could inhale its potent scent with relish. a quiet purr slipped past her glossy lips before she took an experimental sip. the taste of mint was positively delectable, enticing her to polish off the remainder of the drink in a few short moments. but she forced herself to savor the alcoholic concoction instead, reluctantly resettling the filled glass onto the counter as she addressed hadezu directly.
"you look like you've been doing well."
she allowed for herself to relax fully within the larger male's presence. the young woman was no innocent - and she was far too clever to be considered oblivious. very little flew over her head, so it didn't take her terribly long for her to detect hadezu's attraction. the young woman actually accepted his little displays in a subtle yet positive manner, equally flattered and amused by them. as a result, rosaline felt as though it was easy to find comfort in his presence. and as she peered at him, garbed in his usual attire, she would gift him with a little smile of encouragement. there was a warmth present in her gaze, a rare look of genuine interest settling upon her face.
"this drink is perfect - but i wouldn't expect anything less, charlie."
the young woman filled her mouth with her beverage of choice, swished it around a bit so that it could fill each corner, before swallowing. she would repeat this for a bit until the strength of the drink awarded her with a little buzz. thinks to her small size, it didn't take terribly long for her to reach such a point.
"how long did it take you to learn how to make drinks, anyway?" she asked. "you always manage to do so much without hands."
it was a question she had never really bothered to raise during their past interactions. so it wouldn't hurt to ask while she was still sober. her relationship with the digital bird was standard, though she found him quite pleasant and genuine. he also served superb drinks, preparing a multitude of delectable mixes with startling ease.
"hadezu?"
her gaze returned to the male, the young woman's head tilting to the side as a curious gleam entered her eye.
"how have you been doing? it's been a week or so since i've even caught a glimpse of you. you haven't been avoiding me, have you?" she teased. [attr="class","cred"]MADE BY VEL OF WW + GS[newclass=.cred]text-align:center;font-size:6pt;color:rgb(132, 132, 132);letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;margin-top:5px;[/newclass][newclass=.cred a]color:rgb(132, 132, 132);font-size:6pt;letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;[/newclass] |
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Post by Charlie on Sept 13, 2017 23:09:20 GMT
[attr="class","life"] ❝ I just want a quiet life But I just wanna knock it all down. [attr="class","les"] C harlie was torn, admittedly. It didn't shake him to his core, so his face was blank, much like birds often were. No lips to smile with, no brow to shape into confusion or worry. He just sat there, beak agape. Rosali's words of encouragement and praise made his insides all fuzzy, like he'd eaten a kilo of pop rocks again. Yet... The way she looked at Hadezi made him feel...angry. The pheromones in the air. They swirled violently. The bright oranges and reds of passion Charlie could see were slowly beginning to fill the room and Charlie's nostrils, making him click his beak a couple times. This was unacceptable, how dare he fraternize, that's against the rules (probably). But shame on YOU Rosali, he thought, making this boy hope. The bird knew that she knew she was better than that. Pleasantries were fine, but Charlie was a bird. Birds are knowledgeable of many things, mating rituals included. You didn't even need to live in the human world very long to catch up on the cues. His belly puffed out as he took a sharp breath. He'd been asked something. He stalled the way he would often when he wasn't paying attention, head tilting back as he droned the single syllable, pitch going lower and lower as his beak began to point skyward. "Bruuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" His head snapped back up once he finally recalled the jist of the queestion. "One mronth," he gave his jolly gut a light swat with his wing in self satisfaction, "mind rover matter, Rosali. Just grotta try! Brawk." That little pip was all the response he gave Hadezi. Charlie liked him, but not enough to tolerate this hulking monster strutting around his territory. Nervous struts were struts nonetheless, and he had just the thing. A trick that was both discreet and destructive. The Black Russian would void the taste of it completely. Kaluha. Vodka. Easy, two tilts of the beak and going from glass to glass and he was done. However, when grabbing the glasses for the drink, he tucked a little bottle under his tongue: eye drops. He was very liberal with their application to the drinks and he tucked it back once he transferred the glasses one by one to the bar. Charlie managed to keep his feathers down. Managed this one bit of self control. | [attr="class","goodness"] ✎ 0000 words |
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Post by Hadezu Gōsuto on Sept 15, 2017 9:22:59 GMT
MONSTERS ARE REAL
and even ghosts are real.
THEY LIVE INSIDE US
and sometimes, they win.
For a strangely-coloured pengiun, Charlie had some amusingly special talents and moments of hilarity, something Hadezu never interrogated, content with the idea that he was just a really cool bird. Under the impression that all digimon, in some shape or form, had a purpose in their life, Hadezu figured that Charlie's determination was to be an excellent bartender and keeper of the hideout, just like Ryuk claimed it was their destiny to become powerful soldiers for "the demon". Notwithstanding the short amount of time either of them were members of the Nightmare faction, or the fact that this wasn't the first time that he'd gotten on Charlie's bad side, Hadezu never considered that the feathery fellow would be capable of doing something as petty as spiking his drink. The circumstances when Charlie was acting out and showing his true colors usually resulted in Hadezu laughing his ass off, so never once did he take the penguin seriously. This sense of carelessness is what left him vulnerable and completely oblivious as he grabbed the first of three drinks and a straw, and began slurping his way down the glass with painful apathy. Ironically, the "Black Russian", a mixture of vodka and coffee liqueur, was a beverage you wouldn't expect of the lethargic male, although it was known that Hadezu was capable of escalating from zero to a hundred extremely quick if he was excited and motivated enough. Back to Rosaline, Hadezu ceased his elongated slurp as his mouth dropped open slightly to his typical dumbified expression, reminiscing on the last few missions he had completed. "N-No!... Hadezu not avoiding Rosaline... Hadezu and Ryuk getting stronger...", he nodded, fearing that she was angrily doubting the reasoning behind their lack of contact. "Hm... is Rosaline getting stronger?", he implored, remembering that little purple partner of hers and curious if they'd had somehow exceeded them. "Hadezu must know!... Ryuk and Bat-Thing should fight!... Hadezu show that Ryuk is stronger now!" There was much enthusiasm in his voice now, as he rose a resolute fist in the air, not as a sign of aggression toward her, but as a result of his flaming spirit of combat. Hadezu knew that Rosaline and Tsukaimon were great partners, and always idolized their teamwork during missions. To him, there was no better test of prowess than to challenge the girl himself, and he hoped that she'd respect him even more if he were to beat them.
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Post by Rosaline Corzett on Sept 15, 2017 21:09:05 GMT
❧ "well - i doubt i'm at your level, hadezu. i have been making some progress, though."
she took another sip and listened to him speak, releasing a quiet little chuckle as he began to refer to himself in the third person.
'there it is,' she thought.
her grin widened, a pleased glimmer in her eye as she came to a decision.
"... but i wouldn't mind seeing how strong you are."
the young woman shrugged off the strap of her tote bag and deposited the item onto the freshly cleaned bar counter. the tsukaimon whom resided within wriggled, released a little grunt of displeasure, and emerged. it blinked owlishly at first, its dirty yellow eyes taking in the sight of the bar and all of its occupants. after casting rosaline a bewildered look, it cocked its head to the side and patiently awaited an explanation of some kind.
"berry. you know hadezu, don't you?"
"...?"
the digital mammal followed rosaline's gesture, its gaze now settling upon the large figure of the male.
"rosa's favorite male human, yes," berry said.
the young woman didn't appear to mind the wording, the corners of her lips merely twitching upwards for only a moment before she put on a look of mock seriousness.
"well, he says he wants you and ryuk to fight."
the digimon grimaced, as though it found the idea alone to be thoroughly unpleasant.
"would rather not," the digimon stated.
"we'll be doing it, nonetheless. you wouldn't want ryuk and hadezu to think any less of us, right?" she asked.
"hmph. charlie, you help. no fighting in nightmare base, right?"
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Post by Charlie on Sept 16, 2017 22:06:44 GMT
[attr="class","life"] ❝ I want a quiet life But I just wanna knock it all down. [attr="class","les"] W as it the liquor or was it the back and forth of the humans that was making- HRK. Making Charlie feel lik- HRK. Was that milk in the fridge expired? Did he forget to replace the milk? No. No, he remembered he was looking at Hadezi. Charlie's head sorta cocked to the side just looking at him in a confused look with deep, deep disgust in his gut. It wasn't Hadezi he felt confused about, but himself. He'd never felt this...this territorial before. Before coming to Japan, that is. Was it guilt that made him want to vomit. Was it just Hadezi's B.O? Was it Rosaline's B.O? It could just be the hormones. Tsukaimon looked just as confused as him, looking between the two. Wait, what? A fight? "OHOHOHOHOHO BRAAAAWK NO. I brnot being bresponsible fa anather mess," his wing gestured with every syllable to the far wall, to the left of the stage. The purple was remarkably missing in a huge patch. "4 hawrs, no harlp! NONE. CEASE!" Charlie looked as if he had been out in that humid sun with how floofed out he was in anger, neck craning up and up, eyes down his beak at the both of them. He didn't want to put Tsukaimon throu-... That bitch ate his pudding cup 3 weeks ago. How did he forget such a sleight? "Bruuuuuuuuut...the shrawer walls are stuuuuuurdy."He was of course referring to the group showers. A decently sized room, almost like a hallway, that the dancers well...showered in. The showerhead's were all on the walls, so it was just empty floor. Plus...Charlie didn't want to shampoo the carpet. | [attr="class","goodness"] ✎ 0000 words |
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Ryuk the Geistmon
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Post by Hadezu Gōsuto on Sept 18, 2017 4:43:05 GMT
MONSTERS ARE REAL
and even ghosts are real.
THEY LIVE INSIDE US
and sometimes, they win.
Hadezu certainly wasn't the type you'd catch blushing, but the feeling that overcame him was similar in essence as Rosaline hesitated to believe they were on the same level of skill. While it was true that Hadezu's athletic capabilities were far beyond that of Rosaline's, or anyone that he'd met so far for that matter, he knew her bashfulness wasn't completely justified, as Rosaline and Tsukaimon were undoubtedly a stronger team than either Hadezu or Ryuk were willing to openly admit. That's why he constantly insisted on accompanying her on missions, to both prove his worth and to hope that her magical teamwork abilities would rub off on him and Ryuk. Hadezu nodded and gleamed at her approval, fervent to see where they stood on the battlefield. "Hadezu train everyday to be strong like bull! Rosaline must be strong like bull too...", he asserted, pausing for a second as his eyes drifted down to the corner of his eyes, secretly preferring that he'd always be the stronger of the two. "...but if Rosaline cannot be strong like Hadezu, then Hadezu will always protect Rosaline!"The bandit was surprised to see the tiny, bat-like specimen tucked into Rosaline's purse, and nearly jumped back in astonishment until something odd struck him, his stomach giving a slight bellow of discomfort. Not unlike him due to his careless personality, Hadezu ignored the strange occurrence upon hearing Berry reveal what Rosaline thought of him. "Hadezu is... Rosaline's favorite male human?!...", he thought to himself, scratching his head with his free hand out of pride. Unfortunately, his jubilation quickly became annoyance as the Tsukaimon announced it's displeasure with agreeing to the sparring match. "Eh... stupid bat!", he cursed the creature, making sure not to let the words escape from his brain through his mouth in front of Rosaline. "Eh.. fight not here! Fight outside!" Hadezu knew better, as the last time he threw down in the hideout it resulted in the place getting trashed, which he personally got to speak with a very frustrated Juro Konchu afterwards. As the bat digimon nudged towards the bird digimon, a light-bulb illuminated above his head, something that he'd never considered before. "...oh! Hadezu never see Toucan Sam fight... Toucan Sam should fight with Ryuk and Bat-Thing!" Not that he was driven to see the feathery servant become stronger, but to entertain his curiosity to measure how he'd fair against his own digital partner. "Hm? Toucan Sam must be bored with cleaning base and always making drinks... so, what say? Toucan Sam must let his fighting spirit roar!"
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