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Post by Dote on Oct 8, 2017 3:41:08 GMT
It was a dark and downcast day from inside the alleyway that Dote had been sleeping in, the entire area outside of his little corner of the real world was bathed in terrifying light. The detestably active creatures that roamed the streets he was forced to adopt spread everywhere the sun touched. It was his kingdom in the shadows, in the trash. A comfortable kingdom with responsibilities he'd have to manage and control if he stayed for too long.
It was all ruined, he had to flee before the citizens of his trash monarchy wanted to overthrow him and establish a peaceful democracy in bloody civil war.
Dote wiped the sweat off his brow while slowly crawling out of the trashcan, spending several minutes just off of the ground trying to make contact with the concrete with his back claws and somehow failing to get one steady foot down. He took off. He ran like the proverbial wind. Run was too strong a word. He power walked away, not looking back at the terrible revolution. What a dark history his rule had left behind. It had to be a secret, only he could know.
Then Dote found himself in a lovely park with greenery and flowers and bushes, but most importantly trees that he could evade the pursuant populist hordes.
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Post by Skitter on Oct 8, 2017 3:55:38 GMT
A rasping noise echoed as metal scraped across asphalt. After a solid minute of heavy breathing and grunts, Skitter managed to push the manhole cover up and to the side. It was almost as if these covers were meant to be lifted from above, and not forced up from below. Skitter shook his head 'No' at this possibility though. It was too unrealistic. Why would anyone want to leave their cave uncovered? That would be irresponsible, so he had to close it when he went inside, and open it when he wanted out.
Climbing out also took some effort for Skitter. His blade dangled at the end of a long rope, and was banging off of every rung of the ladder out. He wasn't being very discreet as emerged into the daylight.
"Ughh. Sun. Time to eat." Skitter was holding a hand above his eyehole to shield it from the sunlight. He had been in the dank sewers all night, and his eye had adjusted to the lighting down there. He kept low to the ground, and scanned the surroundings. What he immediately noticed is that no one was willing to walk by him. He had come up from a manhole situated in the middle of some kind of walking path surrounded by grass. A park of some sort. There were quite a few people lazing about the area, and the ones moving by made sure to give him a wide berth.
Apparently grotesque centipede people weren't completely welcome here. This sentiment was probably justified considering Skitter's appetite and penchant for violence.
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Post by wiseguy on Oct 8, 2017 4:35:04 GMT
It had been quite awhile since Maidmon made the wise choice to cut off Wiseguy. Given the storm that Wiseguy was swearing up, it should be clear that she had yet to move on nor was likely ever going to. After all sorts of terrible adjectives were added both in front of and behind Maidmon’s wholesome name, it was time for Wiseguy to start her day proper. As angry as she was, even she knew she couldn’t let anger get in the way of her big day, or rather, everyone’s big day. After spending the evening planning, she had sent out the invitations, probably at 4 in the morning.
Often it has been said that the best way to beat someone was doing what they did, better, and then rubbing it in their face. If she was going to end Maidmon, and if she couldn’t get Goblinmon to kill her, she was simply going to have to beat her at her own game. The old woman who had mistaken Wiseguy for a collectible doll made the mistake of taking Wiseguy into her home, where she was promptly able to sneak off with her grandmother’s priceless tea set from before the war. Luckily for her, the old lady also had a lovely tablecloth that could easily transport delicate earthenware.
Making her way to the park, she was crossed by a black cat, “Hey! I’m walkin’ here!” She barked, her in thick, inexplicably Osakan accent. If that wasn’t a hint enough for her, once she got to the park she came to realize that her expecting showing of “the who’s who of the ritzy part of town“ had failed to actually show. Setting the tea set down with an unsettlingly loud crash, she stood in astonishment, “You gotta be friggin’ kiddin’ me.”
This just had to be Maidmon’s doing.
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Post by Dote on Oct 8, 2017 4:50:46 GMT
Midway, or midmidway, well really in between the middle of the midmidway, was the already exhausted Phascomon that didn't need to be identified because you probably knew who he was.
Dote fell off the tree, alright? Got it? Good.
The collapsed and helplessly overturned digimon lazily found the strength to turn over. He had something else he could be doing. He needed to go in the opposite direction of duty. Away from responsibility. Toward the unreachable future of nothingness.
It was more work than it was worth if we were honest. Dote was too lazy to think up lies. Which was why he stopped in the middle of the park. In the sun. Where the strange tall humans were, but they didn't care too much about the garbage-covered toy. There was some hubbub about some other garbage-covered toy.
Then Dote spotted a toy covering the ground in garbage.
HOLD UP!
That's no toy! That movement, that distasteful expression! That "greater than thou" attitude! It was another digimon!!!
Finally, someone else would have to be responsible for thinking, and dealing, and worrying about, his actions. The not-so-determined-but-what-else-could-he-do-ya-know? Dote trodded along towards his new leader and their fine china.
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Post by Skitter on Oct 8, 2017 5:44:01 GMT
"Food?" Skitter was still glaring around the park when he noticed a small animal. It seemed to be what 'people' call their small furry friends. A dog. He wasn't sure if they tasted good, but he was about to find out.
Skitter... skittered about, pulling up behind objects like a trashcan and a bench in order to 'stealthily' approach his target. Being the size that he was, there was nothing stealthy about a partially clothed, massive, bright purple centipede dragging around a large metal blade that was tied to his arm. Not to mention the table sized wooden restraint that was nestled around his neck.
He got quite a few stares from those who avoided him, but Skitter paid them no heed. He was a prowler, a hunter, an 'apex' predator as he closed in on this dog. That is, until he heard a loud clack. He turned to see another small being placing a... sack? Skitter wasn't sure what the correct word was. Anyways, they were placing a 'sack' of objects on the ground. A little further away was another small being, seemingly another dog. This one had strange colors, a big nose, and more importantly, was bigger than the first dog. That's not to say the first dog wasn't tempting, with its black fur, slender tail, small pointed ears and distinct 'mew' noise, but when it came to food, bigger was better.
Skitter began to weave around the grass, his torso inches above the surface, as he honed in on his new pair of targets. They were looking mighty tasty.
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Post by wiseguy on Oct 8, 2017 6:31:50 GMT
She didn’t want to throw a tea party anyway. Everyone knew that tea parties were lousy, and Maidmon’s just so happened be the lousiest of all. This line of thinking was immediately broken when she was graced by the thud of a dropbear falling from a tree. It was all just a joke, a prank. Whatever expression Dote found so distasteful, became all the more distasteful as she constructed a slight against her, “You must think you’re real funny, huh?” She sneered, unfurling her makeshift sack.
In her head, everything was set perfectly. She had seen Maidmon do it thousands of times over. A flick of the wrist, the tea set was ready, and the scones were to be distributed. The fact that Dolcemon didn’t have scones was far from the biggest issue at play. Rather than being elegantly revealed, the cracked tea pot rolled out and into the grass, spreading around the shattered carcass of one of the more unfortunate yunomi. Still not over the completely fictionalized prank, she glared back at Dote, “Where’s everyone else? I don’t have all day; the tea's gonna get hot.” She accosted the koala, not even giving him time to get a sluggish breath in.
She wasted no time pouring herself, a cup of Lipton Milk Tea, all while not offering Dote so much as a drop. But before she could even take a sip, much of the cup’s contents began to jet out of a chip on the side. Luckily, her previously question of where everyone else answered itself, as she got wind of the skittering noise that one who skitters makes. Her attention turned to the purple mass in the grass, “Hey! I see you there! You’re friggin’ late, you jerk.“
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Post by Dote on Oct 8, 2017 6:46:43 GMT
The sole phascomon (in the vicinity) breathed a sigh of relief. Finally, he found someone who'd talk for him instead of waiting for him to say something. As if he could find the words to say in the first place. It was too much work. He only had to follow the script, sit down, pick up a tiny ceramic chip since an entire cup was too much work, and...
He forgot the last step. No one noticed, rather than his faux pas he saw a very big bug. That wasn't an issue. Dote's incredible decision of not making a decision worked out. Somebody else was in charge and that was all that mattered.
He definitely didn't have to worry about the larger digimon. The digimon's large blade, which it dragged through the grass like some malconstrued scythe, was not bothersome one single bit.
(mendokusaii)
He had a problem. The far more imposing individual could be a better boss than the talkative one. It would probably scare people off, meaning fewer problems in the future. In Dote's experience talkative creatures would do the opposite. They'd make problems...
He had to actually think for a second.
He thought so much that he actually had to ask a question. He raised his hand and asked, "Uh.... Who's in charge again?"
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Post by Skitter on Oct 8, 2017 6:59:10 GMT
Skitter reared up onto his hind legs, raising his chest and spreading his arm in the most intimidating manner he could fathom. His free arm whipped around, yanking the blade from the ground, and slung it through the air, preparing to strike the strange doll shaped entity. Drool seeped through the brown burlap sack that covered his face.
"Huh?" Skitter halted, the blade dropped, seemingly devoid of its previous momentum, and the insectoid creature stood dumbfounded for a moment.
"Not Jerk. Am Skitter. Why you say this?" Skitter looked between the two beings as the plump one chimed in as well. 'Leader'. It had a nice ring to it. Skitter wasn't sure what it meant yet, but he wasn't one to back down when he was stumped. He also took notice of what the two were doing. They were lifting things up to their mouths and seemed to be consuming something.
"I leader!" There wasn't the slightest pause before Skitter reached down and grasped a handful of cup fragments. He then slid his closed fist up and under the sack, and deposited them into his mouth. There was a crunching sound, and green fluid dripped down his neck. He wouldn't readily admit it, but his mouth was in pain.
"Itadakimasu..." He couldn't forget pleasantries when eating.
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Post by wiseguy on Oct 8, 2017 23:35:14 GMT
With presumably, all the guests showing up at once, Wiseguy’s attention was all the over the place. The party was off to a great start, already outclassing anything ever done by Maidmon. However, the stress of it all was starting to get to Wiseguy. She had clearly insulted this Skitter, having called it a jerk. Normally, berating others was fine, but if she was going to be a host, she had to exhibit some grace, “Hey,Kinishinaide, Skit. I'm Wiseguy, welcome to the tea party. Get yourself a cup and have a good t--yeah just like that. Good job.” She had practiced ‘apologizing’ all night, but was promptly thrown off by a disturbing crunch.
Not only did this koala figure himself to be a funny guy, but also a big shot. He just rolled on, and got down to business. Although truth be told, Wiseguy was flabbergasted. Just what sort of business was Dote looking for? And why was he asking the question of “who’s in charge” as if Wiseguy herself couldn’t be capofamiglia. Instead of drinking what little tea was able to settle in her little cup, she instead looked to smack the cup into Dote’s temple, “You rude prick, you don’t bring that kinda talk to a tea party! That’s dinner talk.” She scolded, looking to use her own form of etiquette to maintain a proper atmosphere.
While she was issuing that, her other guest chimed in, “First you’re ‘Skitter’ now you’re ‘Leader’, make up your friggin’ mind. You’re making my head spin.” She responded, seemingly not connecting Skitter’s proclamation to Dote’s question. For a moment she reconsidered going on one of her usual tirades, guy was eating bone china after all. In an uncharacteristic bout of self-actualization, she realized that maybe this was all on her. If this worm guy was eating cups and getting confused, maybe he was delirious, “Yeah yeah, I can tell you’re hungry there, Skit, Leed or whatever you go by next.”
The problem being that she didn’t actually have any snacks on hand. Prior to actually starting the tea party, Wiseguy stole several packs of garibaldi biscuits. Also prior to starting the party, was the instance wherein she ate every single one, leaving a suspicious trail of crumbs around every vacancy caused by every theft. What she did have, luckily, was absolutely nothing. While other Digimon breathed fires, or ended the world, Dolchemon had the incredible ability to create substanceless glamors. Sweating, she turned her back on Skitter and Dote.
Her hands swirled, and the blue whisps she generated formed into a bell jar. Trapped within the bell jar were a collection of madeleine, which quickly became obscured by their own bellowing steam. She turned grinny, lifting the top of the nonexistent jar, “Trade secret this here. You’re gonna have to give it a minute or two. Help yourself to some more tea while we all wait”
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Post by Dote on Oct 9, 2017 3:41:53 GMT
Dote was at a loss. It was almost like he had been too lazy to remember what was happening.
That was when the most important detail of the present presented itself. He stuck his hand into the bell jar, well he was trying to. This weird steamy surface was in the way of his hand. He pushed it over, the totally real glass 100 percent shattered on the grass. Stealing away the prize, a weird hot cookie. It hurt to touch but he didn't mind so much that he'd drop it. He kept it in his hand, patient enough to let it cool down.
"Tea...?" He quizzically whispered. "Others.......?"
The muttering mess of matted mammal-esque creature mused over this revelation. Until he uneventfully forgot it. That made enough room for important information to set in. Like the fact his leader was around.
"We waitin' boss?" He said aloud. It probably didn't come off as a question because he didn't seem to decide who he was asking it to, going cross-eyed while talking.
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Post by Skitter on Oct 9, 2017 4:41:43 GMT
Skitter watched in alarm as the fat dog reached forward and snatched at the food. How dare this wretched furbag steal food right out from under Skitter's nose. Luckily, the being seemed to change its mind as it brought its hand to its mouth and started munching at empty air. How strange. Perhaps it sensed Skitter's superior strength and decided to wait?
Either way, Skitter was drooling profusely. He didn't know what these scrumptious morsels were, but he was sure they were good. Just look at how amazing they looked with all that steam and whatnot? Surely they were fantastic. Oddly, Skitter couldn't smell anything. Unbeknownst to him, his brain was unable to fill in the blanks with regards to this illusion. He had no clue what they could possibly smell like, so he smelled nothing. Didn't matter, he was a simple being and looks were enough for him.
"Masu masu." This guttural utterance had no particular meaning. It was just a bastardization of itadakimasu. Skitter proclaimed it loudly, just before slamming his entire torso, face first, towards the glass containing the treats. His burlap sack was lifted just barely so that he could aim his mouth downwards. His single eye closed as he drew ever closer, and squish.
It was a very strange texture, not nearly what Skitter thought they would taste like. It was basically the texture of cloth, with some grittiness like soil, and grassy bits... like, well, grass. Strange. He didn't see anything that looked like cloth, soil, or grass on that glass tray. It's almost as if he took a large bite of the ground below.
Lifting his head slowly, Skitter continued to chew until he righted himself.
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Post by wiseguy on Oct 9, 2017 5:31:42 GMT
Dote had the audacity to ask a question like “tea?” when there was clearly a carton of tea. Instead of kindly pointing out the carton, she instead, again, smacked it into Dote’s temple, “What? You want me to pour it for you too, huh!?” Which, despite Wiseguy’s tone, was a perfectly reasonable expectation of a tea party’s hostess. Wiseguy’s plan to drive yet another cup into Dote’s temple was cut short with the ghoulish noise that came with Skitter’s maw bulldozing the ground.
Wiseguy’s desire to shakedown Dote subsided. This day was just getting better and better for the world’s worst Dolcemon. Not only was she having a tea party that was in the top percentage of all tea parties. For once, one her glamors actually managed to work. She started to get ahead of herself, cocky to the point where she was setting up her own downfall. While Skitter devoted all of his attention to “digging in”. Dolce waved her arms once more, cascading around another puff of blue smoke. Once the smoke settled this round what was left a whole setting; scones of strawberry & blackcurrants, cucumber sandwiches, kimchi, and a pot of lamb vindaloo.
One success led to Wiseguy going into overly ambitious territory. So, she bowed, taking far more pride in her illusion than she should have,“Alright, I hope you’re still hungry there. I got all the best tea accompaniments.” In order to sell this, she poured herself another cup of tea. From the table she dunked some of her illusory kimchi into said tea, maintaining her spell to simulate the splash and everything. “Bon appétit! We’ve got that haute cuisine over here.”
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Post by Dote on Oct 9, 2017 5:48:23 GMT
"H-hot?"
Dote said. Completely unfamiliar with the word in how he said it. It was difficult to take his attention off of the mon who was mowing the grass with his own face. It was like watching a bug do what bugs do but in a way that was somehow troubling to watch. Like he wanted to help out. Luckily Dote never wanted to help out if he didn't have to.
Instead, he laid on his side while a bunch of food he'd never seen started to practically materialize out of nowhere. It was such a great time to be alive. Lazing, with his new boss. Boss... He still didn't know who was in charge, and this should probably have been troubling because he knew a lackluster chain of command would create more problems than it was worth solving. He didn't even notice the fact that the pastry he'd been eating was gone, entirely. He couldn't do something insane like...
He could.
"Don't like this green stuff. I'm boss now, get something else."
That should end with everything being sorted.
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Post by Skitter on Oct 9, 2017 7:06:12 GMT
Skitter had never once in his life let food be removed from his mouth. He was the type that chewed whatever was in his mouth completely before swallowing and allowing his attention to drift elsewhere. Normally, this would be the case with his mouth full of delicious 'treats'. But what appeared before him was so incredible, so entrancing, so enticing that he couldn't just sit around and watch as two other goons had at it.
Cloth, dirt and grass fell from his open maw as Skitter lifted his free hand and pointed over beyond the group, towards an empty portion of the park.
"Ahhh! Watch out!" It was a simple phrase, and with his intellect, he nailed the performance. He seemed genuinely surprised, and by extension, worried about what was 'over there' where he was pointing. In actuality, Skitter was enacting a devious tactical masterpiece. The old, 'look over there while I do something over here when you're distracted' maneuver.
Reaching forward quickly, not even checking to see if his tactic worked(it obviously would, why would he have to check?!), Skitter grabbed the corner of the tablecloth that was spread across the ground with all of the accoutrements of the tea party resting on it. He then took off in a full on sprint. The tablecloth was dragged roughly behind him, his blade bouncing too and fro, damaging everything it slammed into. There was more than likely a trail of broken utensils in his stead.
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Post by wiseguy on Oct 9, 2017 7:39:38 GMT
Despite the fact that not a scrap of this food was real, Wiseguy took some real offense to the fact that Dote didn’t like something. While she was ready for her cup to meet the poor koala’s head once more, she didn’t account for the the leaky cup to be slippery. Instead of whacking Dote across the face, she ended up tossing the cup into her own. Staggered, she walked forward awkwardly, getting her feet caught up in the tablecloth’s corner. All of this exacerbated annoyance towards Dote, “You don’t gotta friggin’ eat it. Mook, you can starve for all I care.”
She could hardly notice any suggestion of where she should be looking. There was a whole buffet, and this Koala was asking for something else. What was worse was the very fact that this koala was asking to be served. The world simply moved under Wiseguy’s feet, as she got into Dote’s face, ready to really tell him. While not particularly strong, she still poked into Dote’s chest with all the strength (2) she had, “You got a lot of friggin’ balls comin’ into town like some She-come-late--” Her tirade ended being ended about as abruptly as it started.
While Skitter grabbed the cloth, it twisted, and in doing so wrapped itself tightly around Wiseguy’s delicate ankle. So when Skitter finally tugged and began his sprinting drag, Wiseguy found herself floored and suddenly moving, her face dragging along the ground. This was not the first time Wiseguy ended up in this scenario, so she was more than prepared. As she made distance she made sure to get in her last word. She lifted her scuffed head, and spat out a hunk of turf, “I’m not friggin’ done with you! I’ll see you later!” Now, she wasn’t confident that she was gonna be gone for long, but rather, she was confident that she was going to have to deal with Skitter now.
“Jerkprick! This is the worst robbery I’ve ever seen! You couldn't pick the pockets of a coat on coatrack!” She called out, shakily as the grass turned to earthen pathway and sharp rocks.
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