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Post by Eichi Yamadera on Sept 15, 2017 0:37:48 GMT
- BS097 - TENTOMON S
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- BS125 - ENTRENCH
The night air had whipped into a chilling breeze outside of one of the local owned maid cafes in the business district. A tall, striking young man exited the building, ignoring the mass of passerby and turning into a happy little spin. He licked the memory from his hand; the way Matoko-chan held his hand was always a lovely thing. Such soft palms. Red eyes became aglow within the cafe's alley as a metallic voice chirped up in response to Eichi's arrival, "Enjoying yourself?" "Oh quite!" The teen leaped with joy and continued down the sidewalk, his little friend scurrying to match his pace, draped in a raincoat and hat. "You should have been there, Kokuwamon! The sound of her voice~! The way she smiled~! Hahaa~!" "You do realize she's just paid for these things right? There's no mutual attraction, believe me." The robotic beetle sighed and rolled its eyes as it continued to follow him, being sure not to bring much notice to himself. It was rather easy to be ignored considering most attention was thrown his tamer's way though. "Of course! And such a splendid performance she gives!" Eichi clasped his hands together and peered across the street to the crossing sign, waiting as patiently as anyone could expect of him. His eye seemed to give a twitch as the red changed to green, but his mad dance continued. "Tonight would be an excellent time to put on our own performance, don't you think?" Kokuwamon snickered and waved a hand idly, "If you haven't noticed, your D-Power hasn't gone off in days. I'm pretty sure we won't have to worry about that for a while. Besides, aren't there gangs taking care of that crap? You aren't the only tamer in Japan, you know." "Yes, yes, and word travels fast, and so on and so forth. Still," the teen turned on his heel, brown hair nearly obscuring his eyes as he flashed a Cheshire smile, "I'm feeling rather lucky." |
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Post by Charlie on Sept 16, 2017 7:58:19 GMT
[attr="class","life"] ❝ I just want a quiet life But I just wanna knock it all down. [attr="class","les"] R eal fuckin' funny, thought the walking trashbag. Waddling amongst pockets of people to just look like floating debris, stopping at alleys every so often to take a peak at his surroundings. There was one big slit for his eyes and his beak had been forced through, but besides that? Just big, black, bulging garbage bag. Damn it all, he was in Shinjuku. Shinjuku! Those fuckers! Absolutely not okay, not funny, not even a humorous jape. When Charlie gave people bowel problems, or wing slapped them like he was playing a rhythm game, that was funny. Throwing him into a GARBAGE TRUCK?! Uncalled for. Total party foul. Haha, fowl. Be that as it was, Charlie was amazed by Tokyo at night. So pretty, so bright, so perfectly perched. Charlie wanted to look down on it all to really admire it all. Then, his wings began to flap subtly as the need to kick it all down rose up in him. He saw a can on the ground. That would do. CLANG, B-KANG, THUK!He had not expected the ricochet. He had not expected it to hit a man square in his dome. He had not expected to see a giant metal robit. He had not expected a lot of things, but he knew what fast was. "Brawawawwawawawaw!" It was not him. He was not fast. But he was small. And he knew how humans walked. All fucking slow and stupid. Use them as cover, he would. The soapland down the street would be his target. | [attr="class","goodness"]  ✉ @ ✎ 0000 words |
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Post by Eichi Yamadera on Sept 20, 2017 0:18:10 GMT
Eichi's head was forced back, his chin struck by a metal can mid-crescendo. Kokuwamon's jaw fell, mouth agape as it but watched as the garbage bag perpetrator scuttled off in laughter. It was then that the two realized they had neither seen a garbage bag laugh, let alone scuttle about so quickly. And now it was heading toward a bath house. The irony was not lost.
"So, uhh..." Kokuwamon was interrupted as Eichi grabbed him by the wrist and pulled it along to give chase.
"We will not let it get away, understood?!" He rubbed at his chin with his free hand before pulling his D-Power from his pocket and attempting to scan the other Digimon. It managed to keep just out of his range until they had reached the soapland themselves, finally presenting a faint image of the red, penguin-like creature.
"Just try to keep your eyes to yourself and remain calm." Kokuwamon muttered, knowing very well should any embarrassments present themselves its words were entirely useless due to its tamer's natural disposition to attention. They entered silently, but were at once met with a rather large woman in a kimono, likely the owner.
"Can I help you?" She folded her arms, her attention directed solely on Eichi. He grimaced and forced out a sigh.
"Y-yes, madam, I was wondering if the baths were open currently?" He tilted his head a few times, signalling for Kokuwamon to continue past them. The machine complied, slipping within unnoticed and giving a look around.
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Post by Charlie on Sept 20, 2017 23:16:59 GMT
[attr="class","life"] ❝ I want a quiet life But I just wanna knock it all down. [attr="class","les"] I t was an indoor waterpark in here. Down a hall of three doors on either side, this giant sudsy pool threw glints and gleams of the pearly white bubbles and tilework. Within, there was a flash of...gold, blue, purple. Buxom beautiful babes bathed in bouncy benign bubbles. Charlie was impressed. He'd never seen humans with so little clothing before, aside from that weird magazine stash he found in the men's restroom at the club. He stood just to the right of the door, catching his birdy breaths. No one looked at him. Too busy wrestling each other or-was that a water slide? Instantly, in his head, fuck that tazer bug. Fuck that scary dude. Water slide. Charlie loved water and baths and especially water funtimes. Sometimes he'd throw on the gym showers at the club and just belly slide around. This though....this was a catapult into the haze of bubbles. A perfect smokescreen. Bubblescreen. Whatever. Off he went, completely unnoticed by these very playful humans. He would ask Boss if Nightmare had its own...what was this place again? Soap...soap something. Up the stairs he went, with no attendant or life guard and down he went, head first. The water at the bottom was only a couple feet deep, but it was enough to keep Charlie from busting his beak. He drifted to the surface and let his buoyant body do the work, amassing an afro of suds to cover his head. | [attr="class","goodness"] ✉ @ ✎ 0000 words |
NOTES: Drinking alcohol in a pool further inebriates you as you dehydrate and lose reference for gravity. [googlefont=Homemade+Apple][googlefont=Open+Sans][newclass=.goodness]width: 70px; height: 70px;margin-left: -42px; transform: rotate(45deg);transition: 1s; filter: grayscale(100%);-webkit-filter: grayscale(100%);-moz-filter: grayscale(100%);border:8px solid #222;[/newclass][newclass=.life:hover .goodness]border:8px solid #efefef; filter: grayscale(0%);-webkit-filter: grayscale(0%);-moz-filter: grayscale(0%);transform: rotate(0deg); margin: 0px 0px 0px 30px; transition: 1s;[/newclass][newclass=.les::-webkit-scrollbar]width:3px;background-color: #ffffff; border:1px solid #ffffff;[/newclass][newclass=.les::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb]width: 1px; background-color: #8d8d8d; border:1px solid #ffffff;[/newclass][newclass=.life]width: 560px;[/newclass] |
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Post by Eichi Yamadera on Sept 28, 2017 5:45:11 GMT
CharlieMotors whirled and gears turned about as the Kokuwamon made its way inside the soapland. As its tamer continued to distract the owner with a game of one-hundred questions, it was left to the Digimon to do the work here. And so it had to be that any decisions made, good, bad, or otherwise, fell onto the mechanical beetle. Just the way it liked to do things. "If you're going to keep hiding from me, I'll just have to take drastic measures." It chuckled, a robotic hiss echoing about alongside the laughter and chatter of the bath house's residents as it lowered a single arm into the water. A few stray volts crackled about the top of the water before the Digimon unleashed its full charge, attempting to fry every living organism submerged. The few women who made it out bolted for the double doors screaming, those not so lucky... Well, what Eichi didn't know wouldn't hurt him. "You still alive, trash bag?"
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