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Post by Dote on Oct 17, 2017 3:26:58 GMT
Dote was slightly disappointed, not a ton (he was well aware that he was the lackey), that he couldn't enjoy the weightlessness of riding in the stroller. Then he was surprised when he saw the solid swish come from the doll he'd assumed had been following Skitter. He lifted a "10" sign he'd been carrying for just the occasion and threw a thumbs up at Wiseguy. Credit should be given where credit was due.
This of course meant that Skitter was about to have a bunch china and whatnot land up on his bagged head. That meant that another fight was definitely going to break out...
Quickly, tossing aside his sign he grabbed Wiseguy by her collar, while she was still mouthing off of course, and gently placed her inside the stroller. The plastic frame groaned as garbage, Skitter, and the china's combined weight threatened to be too much. Then Dote stepped on some part of the lower frame while kicking with one foot. Miraculously the stroller began to pick up speed as the phascomon kept kicking, a makeshift cart for three digimon somehow being formed.
"What turns?" Dote asked, changing the topic just as fast as he'd changed everyone's velocity. Fast enough he hoped Skitter wouldn't start another fight.
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Post by Skitter on Oct 17, 2017 5:29:09 GMT
Skitter was almost angry when a sack full of many hard objects, as well as grass and other such things was dropped onto his head. Almost. The key point to diverting his irritability was the fact that he was hungry. It didn't occur to him that this was the same cloth he had given to the doll, well, because he had given it to the doll. If the doll had the cloth sack, then the one he had right here couldn't possibly be the same one. Simple logic.
Skitter pulled it closer to him so he could reach it with his free hand. He then rolled back the edge a bit so it looked like a makeshift popcorn bag, with a bunch of dirty and broken pieces of china. With a grin, he reached in and grasped a few of the pieces loosely, and tilted his head back to usher them into his mouth. Before doing so, he uttered a small phrase.
"Itadakimasu." He then dropped the pieces into his mouth. The china clinked against his gnashing pincers as he chewed it into small, very sharp, and poor tasting pieces. Not deterred in the slightest, Skitter continued to eat the unpleasant chunks as the stroller rolled about. He wasn't concerned about the loud rasping noise that was produced as his blade dragged across the asphalt. He was far too enthralled by his 'delectable' snack.
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Post by wiseguy on Oct 17, 2017 7:56:57 GMT
Life was better when she wasn’t aware of the fact that this rat was stronger than her. If she had to do a rough estimation concerning the rat’s strength, she would’ve put it somewhere around double hers. Regardless, she didn't have any patience for life when it was simple, and she certainly didn't have any when she wasn’t being overpowered and rathandeld into a baby stroller. With the sack between her and Skitter, she should’ve been able to notice his presence by the horrible sounds of him devouring ceramics. However, she, at not one point between getting picked up, and set into the stroller did she cease “mouthing off”. It all started with, “Get ya mittth offa me!”, “Who do ya think ya are, tough guy?” as well as several different variations of “I can’t friggin’ believe this.”
Still failing to realize that she was atop of Skitter, Wise took the time to stand. Seemingly not offput by the fact that the floor of this stroller was uneven and fleshy, she began pacing. She managed to look off of the one side that showed no evidence of skitter, while she continued to speak more poorly of Dote as well as his “fadduh” , “mudduh” and "good for nuthin' brudduh". She had plenty of do, and most of it involved shoplifting. At first, she had been sure that her abductor was hellbent on going to the corner store, she was able to see that the wool had been pulled over her eyes once they passed it. Not willing to see what Dote was up to next, she leaned off the side. She made several panicked grabs at the unexplained rope and blade that hung off the side, “Help! Help! Thith friggin’ rat ith gonna eat me!”
She shrieked.
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Post by Dote on Oct 17, 2017 16:32:25 GMT
"No." Dote flatly refused.
"Where to?" He repeated.
He was beginning to think Wiseguy's lack of visible ears (or really any cartilaginous features) meant that she was actually deaf. She seemed to be despite his best attempts at bridging this communication divide.
He couldn't worry too much about that stuff though, he had to be the only responsible one and steer the deathtrap full of sharp ceramic shards, a sociopath, and a cute baby centipede monster. He wasn't exactly a driving expert but his skills also weren't being heavily tested. They weren't moving particularly fast, particularly hard to see, or particularly quiet so anyone who was in the way had ample warning to not stay there. That meant Dote didn't have to try and duck and weave around them.
He still didn't know where he was going, which was far from helpful, but he figured he was getting better and better at this stroller-steering nonsense. Of course, he thought this while only pushing it along forward. When he noticed there was a wall in the way he had to think about how best to handle this...
"Hyo-Hyoryu!" Dote meekly proclaimed as he leaned out to the right.
The stroller began to drift to the right, slowly turning and losing its slight speed. It wasn't a perfect maneuver because, in the end, the stroller very lightly tapped against the brick wall in the way with its side. It was almost a gentle stop. It also was the perfect segue to:
"Tell me where..."
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Post by Skitter on Oct 18, 2017 4:14:50 GMT
The 'almost' gentle stop 'almost' didn't break the stroller that was holding the doll and Skitter. With a barely audible thud, Skitter's feet were back on the ground, and the stroller had split down the middle. The frame collapsed a moment later around him with a rattle. Crunch crunch crunch. Skitter chewed his piece of china for a moment as he looked down at the fabric, and then glanced towards his back where the small Doll was somehow balanced on him. He took it in stride, then turned his head back towards the stroller. He gazed for the briefest of moments before looking over his other shoulder at the fat dog who was steering the stroller. He crunched a little louder when he stared at Dote.
"Hmmmm." Skitter wasn't normally the quiet type. He didn't brood over things. He didn't think things through. He screamed, growled, and ate his way through every problem. Right now, he was quiet. Whether this was a good or bad thing would be revealed in just a moment.
Skitter casually extended his free arm, slowly tucking his fingers under the cord that was attached to it. He then closed his grasp, eyes locked on dote. With a firm grip, he looked away for a brief moment, before cocking his arm back and whipping it forward at maximum speed. In fact, he used so much speed, that the blade lifted off the ground and sailed up in a high arc, going over the fat dog and slamming into the side of this brick building. Only, he didn't hit the brick portion of the building. He hit the large glass pane that revealed several shelves loaded with food items, magazines, drinks and other small corner store knickknacks. Moments later, after the sound of crashing glass subsided, an alarm went off. They had arrived at the store!
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Post by wiseguy on Oct 18, 2017 6:06:54 GMT
Normally a gentle stop wasn’t any cause for concern, but in this case it was cause for far too much. Dote had saved her the trouble of breaking, and her intended method of a sudden, dramatic break. The mood was helped a bit when their makeshift carriage, constructed solely from a stroller collapsed. That was the moment she needed. Maybe this time, when she finally said, “I’m not goin’ nowhere with you, pervert.” Dote would actually get it. But as always, there was always something to get into the way her hassling Dote. Rarely did it come in the form of the unmistakable sound of glass shattering. Wiseguy paused, and glanced back to Dote with a glance that was more of a glare. She was not about to admit she may have been wrong, in fact, she was still not convinced that she was, “We’re here.” She sighed. It was about this time that she realized that the bedding of the now deceased stroller was not bedding, but two meter long chilopoda. After rudely boucing off of Skitter, Wiseguy expressed herself with her usual tact, “Oooooooooooh! Where’d you friggin’ come from!?”
As much as she wanted to express her befuddlement, she had finally quieted down enough that she was able to hear the blaring alarm. Dismissing herself with one of her patented dismisives waves, she grinned, “Eh, kinithhinaide. I gotta get me thome of thothe Thrawfordth before thothe prickth in blue that were givin’ me grief thhow up again.” Wiseguy stressed as she headed for ground zero and made her way into the shop. |
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Post by Dote on Oct 18, 2017 6:38:18 GMT
Dote kept a blank expression aimed at Skitter's face (?) while the insect-like fellow noisily munched on the china. He was happy enough that his boss wasn't telling him to do anything else, or implying he dangerously race a stroller (pushing it far beyond specifications) through some sidewalk, or running. It was a nice relaxing moment. There was even a nice breeze as the whoosh of a metal sheet flew right over Dote's head. It was a lovely day to not have any responsi- The sudden glass-smashing and alarm-blaring really cut into Dote's jive. On the bright side he didn't have to move far. Wiseguy all but confirmed that they had ended up where they were supposed to by bringing up "Crawfords" again. Not that his phascomon knew what that meant. He meandered into the store at his own pace, unaware of Skitter's actions. On the inside of the nearly empty shop, Dote noted, was a below average sized human behind a counter. Their head down staring at something in their hands with some weird vice contraption on their head. He could faintly hear some kind of music coming from that vice. It was an odd choice of accessory. He didn't pay the being more mind than it was worth, however, as he browsed the aisles. He noticed an intriguing picture on a magazine in a rack, he gingerly pulled one from the stack and spread the pages open with an " Oooh." before getting a bit engrossed in it. He snapped out after reaching the critical point and sought out Skitter, showing his boss the very hype page in the manga. More than a bit starry-eyed while doing it. " How cool, huh?" |
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Post by Skitter on Oct 18, 2017 7:06:12 GMT
"Not get away...." Skitter didn't seem to notice the thousands of shards of glass covering the ground. He stepped through them with a multitude of clinks and clacks as pieces broke under his weight. He reached up to the edge of the windowsill with his free hand and braced himself to jump over. His palm dripped green ooze down the wall. Bug blood. He still wasn't aware of his surroundings as he charged into the building.
"Ahhh? Where you?" Skitter glanced around the area, but there were these large barricades with colorful stuff on them. He didn't have time to be distracted because he was looking for the fat dog. He needed to at the very least hit him a few times for ruining his lordly vehicle. That stroller was his first experience of the good life, and he was going to be vindictive as hell about it.
Circling about a shelf, he spotted the rotund furry runt and approached him. As he did so, Dote came to him with something in his hand. Without even thinking about it, Skitter took a bite at Dote's hand, receiving a large mouthful of paper. Skitter smiled haughtily as he looked at the fat dog, thinking he had taken a bite of him. It took him a moment to recall that the dog was poisoned. With a sputter, he spit all the paper out, panicking as he did so. It was only now that he noticed there was a loud annoying noise blaring in the background.
"What that?"
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Post by wiseguy on Oct 18, 2017 7:54:30 GMT
Despite having come in here to shoplift many times over, she always found herself a bit overwhelmed. This corner shop, in particular, had a wide and intimidating selection of beer. As per usual she stole several of the gold and silver cans, immediately opening one up and drinking as she browsed the rest of the shop. She carried herself with a careful speed, everything was where it was the day before, except for the Crawfords. She stood there, aghast. The little English snack section adorned with PG Tips and Walkers Crisps was missing the all important Crawfords blackcurrant biscuits.
While she nicked the remainder of the Crawford bourbon biscuits, she did so with a certain flourish of anger. She absolutely couldn’t believe the nerve of some people; everyone should have known that she intended to steal those cookies. Unable to wait, she, without hesitation, opened up one of her packets of bourbon biscuits and began to stuff her greedy face. In her mind, that was about everything she needed: cookies and something to drink. To finish it all off, she waltzed on over the counter and brazenly slipped a copy of Vivi out from the rack. With the biscuits under her arm, stacked between several unopened cans of pilsner she made her way on over to her cohorts apparent. While this may have been the perfect time to ditch them, the truth was, she wasn’t confident in her ability to get out undetected and needed to hide behind Dote.
She stumbled onto the scene of Skitter having torn through what Wiseguy could only assume was some lewd rat-related content. For far too long she stood there in awkward silence as she chugged through an entire pint of beer. She let out a relieved sigh and thunked the empty can onto the loud ground before finally bothering to address the two, “Hey. You guyth don’t got all day. Come on, make it thnappy, they'll thtring you up.” She warned, opening her second can of beer.
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Post by Dote on Oct 19, 2017 1:19:09 GMT
That phascomon was not particularly distraught after he noticed Skitter's mandibles tore up the magazine he'd picked up. He just said:
"I thought it looked tasty too."
While his claws pulled another one of the magazines off the shelf. It was some monochromatic still of an unrealistic food drawing presented in extremely dramatic fashion. Dote wasn't quite sure what the dish was specifically and he didn't care enough to translate the characters to words in his head.
A short second after checking out that same pic (that lay strewn in shreds on the floor) he realized Wiseguy had actually said something. He hadn't listened to the picturesque figure, that carried too many vice, so he had to quickly respond to what he thought she said.
"What's kintama cry day mean?"
He said this while turned away from Wisey, pulling a few more glossy magazines for blankets and pillows later on. They'd also make good viewing material, most were just photographs of nature with a bunch of non-fictional articles attached.
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