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Post by Fila on Feb 28, 2022 16:23:52 GMT -5
The inside was fantastic.
Inside was big and bright and beautiful. There was a tangible sense of energy in the air, running like electric through Fila's veins. She was surprised to feel it bubble under her fur like some kind of andrenaline, like if there was a lot of it she would eventually become...something. It was unusual, to say the least; if Fila had to compare the sensation it would be akin to Digivolution, tho she didn't recall it being so charged in nature.
She followed Riley, barely catching the gesture to follow the humans. Follow the humans? Why though? The answer came soon enough, when the humans they were following sat down on a table filled with all kinds of snacks—a few plates of pizzas, a ton of fries, there was even a box of popcorn spilled haphazardly, seemingly abandoned.
And the best part of it all, it was all unguarded.
She leaned closer to Riley, bumping her nose against his shoulder affectionately while she was at it. "We're stealing those?" Fila asked, all hushed whispers. Even her tail curled in around them both, like she could bodily hide their existence from the humans while they plan their steal. ==
At one corner of the arcade, a cashier stomped away unhappily. Something was up again with the popcorn machine, it was always like this, malfunctioning at the worst time possible. He already sent in the report to higher management but when they sent someone to fix it, they always said there wasn't anything wrong with the machine, that maybe he sould be more 'gentle with it'.
Well! It wasn't working!
He was going to go drag a coworker over, just so he could have another set of eyes and another witness before complaining again. Screw the management for skimping on costs, that was the reason he was sure!
And behind said machines were the loud laughter of the unseen; three creatures, two colorful, one purely black, all three seemingly made of bricks. The BlackToyAgumon snickered with his friends; popcorn all day, every day, now wasn't this life?
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Post by photog and protag on Mar 12, 2022 8:27:15 GMT -5
His eyes were not on the surroundings but on Fila herself, at first nervous glances back as he gestured to various sections of the building and then the nervousness dropped away as Fila's eyes shone with interest. A small smile crossed his face. He had done right.
Riley doesn't think he has enough arm movements in him to explain what was explained to him when he was shown this place but for Fila's sake he gives it a try. Stealing like this is something he isn't quite sure if he's okay with but-
He nodded, then gestured to the adults talking and in the direction of the play area then mimed a big sigh and patted his stomach. His hands would move then toward the box of uneatened pizza and and with a swift jerk he'd 'toss' it in the direction of the garbage. With that Riley settled his hands on his belly and then gestured between the trash or the table.
He still had doubts about the morality of this, but he knew which one most 'mons seemed to prefer.
The sound of laughter reached them and at first he was prepared to dismiss it as just the shrieking of kids but there was a- it was almost like a scent. Like a scent one felt more than smelled, or maybe like the memory of a feeling. It tickled his palms and his head rose and as eh scanned the area because he knew enough to know what that was. Digimon,but that wasn't unusual for this place. The real question would be if they were willing to share. He frowned, then gave a little nod and reached out to tap Fila on the shoulder, pointed to his eyes when he had her attention, then gestured at the area around them before he himself took a piece of pizza. He followed his own advice and scanned the area as he ducked under the table with his meal.
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Post by Fila on Mar 22, 2022 14:05:49 GMT -5
Fila watched her partner's movements with heavy seriousness, following his gestures. "They are playing....oh, they are playing because they are full? They have eaten? So we're..we're throwing the food? Why are we..oooooh, they are going to throw the food cause they don't want it anymore." That makes a lot of sense actually, considering how unguarded the humans were. Clearly their food was of no value any longer....well! That was just fine by her, one Digimon's trash was another Digimon's treasure!
"I get it, so it's not stealing but more of not wasting," Fila nodded. She stretched her limbs, reaching out and nabbing a pizza slice and oh—! This was heavenly. Her eyes sparkled and her claws reached out to nab another, but before she can chew more, she felt a tap on her shoulder.
Oh. Riley looked serious.
Fila looked around the area following his sweep of hand and she also ducked down alongside him first, chewing on her latest slice. It took a moment for her to realize what he meant—maybe she really was hungrier than she thought—and when she got it, Fila tentatively poked her nose out from under the table, pizza sauce on muzzle.
Carefully, she breathe in.
Immediately, Fila understood. There were others here and from the look of how Riley is reacting, they have to be careful. She agreed, not every Digimon can be friendly after all. Quietly, Fila swiped another pizza, before ducking back underneath the table. With her claws it was easy to slice it into two and she offered it to Riley, curling her tail around them both. "Are the other Digimon in this area hostile?" she asked in hushed whisper.
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There was a scent.
It was faint and not quite clear, but it caught the attention of the BlackToyagumon regardless, who paused in his laughter, looking around. Was he imagining it? High off the fumes of freshly popped popcorn? His friends were still cackling maniacally, one of the ToyAgumon flicking popcorns at the other.
Maybe he was imagining—no. There it was again, just so slightly, subtle and hidden. The BlackToyAgumon hopped off his perch, eyes narrowed. Just where is it and what do they want?
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Post by photog and protag on Mar 22, 2022 20:11:08 GMT -5
The relief at being understood couldn't be overstated. Riley beamed at Fila and nodded energetically when she reached the conclusion he had hoped for and his cape flapped behind him with the movement. It was nice sitting under the table with Fila. No fear of being spotted, food for both of them, and laughter from the other room. It was something he'd like to do again in the future.
But without the other digimon! He accepted the half-slice of pizza with a determined nod and devoured it. Something furry and soft brushed against his other side and he jerked into Fila before he realized the thing that had brushed him was also Fila. His face burned red and he carefully reached out to pat her tail, a preemptive gesture of reassurance. It wasn't her fault he had startled so.
He sighed at her question, and oh that he had to! It would be nice to be able to say 'yes! everyone that comes here is nice and kind and friendly!' but that wasn't all true of every digimon that came here, and he didn't even know who else was here right now. He shrugged an answer, a small furrow of worry creasing his brow to match the downwards turn of his mouth. Should they stay and eat and hope they weren't bothered or should they go investigate?
Riley attempted to convey this question by pointing at first Fila and then himself, then turned that hand flat and held it over his eyes as if to shade them from the sun. When he dropped his hand he tilted his head to the side and looked at Fila curiously.
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"Hah! You've got so much butter on you they should call you, they should call you ButterToyAgumon!" crowed the ToyAgumon who had flicked popcorn at the other. They beamed with pride at their insult and puffed up their chest, thick waves of smug radiating off them.
"Yeah well well they should call you WurstToyAgumon!" The insult brought an even bigger smile to the other ToyAgumon as the first's smile dropped at her insult and they sputtered through yet another reply. She didn't care though, much more important things were happening! "Where ya goin' BT? Did ya smell something more delicious?"
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Post by Fila on Apr 5, 2022 17:22:37 GMT -5
"Oh, I'm sorry!" Fila tensed up at Riley's jerk, before realizing everything's okay. One of her ear flicked once in embarassment, her earring glinting at the low light. "I'll uh..." She wanted to move away, but the reassuring gentle pat made her breath a sigh of relief. Regardless, she relaxed her tail curl, letting her tail rest more loosely near them.
The answer to if other Digimon was hostile or not was much more concerning, taking up the remaining of her attention immediately. "Should we go look for them?" Fila guessed easily. Hmm, would that be a good idea? What if they were just hungry like Riley and Fila? They could be friendly.
Yet, there was a chance they could be hostile, and Fila wasn't too keen to fight. They would never know just by sitting here though, and if there was a chance for more allies...well, Fila always wanted to know, as bad as that decision could be.
"We can check it out if you don't mind," she decided, "but wait." As quickly as she could, Fila darted out from beneath the table and snatched up another slice of pizza, slicing it into half again and offering it to Riley. "Let's at least get a bit more food in our belly first, then we shall see?"
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"Maybe," the BlackToyAgumon answered. His friends laughter made him want to ignore the slight scent in the air and go back to playing as though as he didn't sense anything, but they didn't survive this long together by him not trusting his gut feelings. "Did you guys smell—"
There was a dart of color from one of the seats, back into the dark, just out of the corner of his eyes. "Did you all see that?"
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Post by photog and protag on Apr 15, 2022 16:46:24 GMT -5
To the question of should they look for the other digimon Riley hesistated, then nodded. He couldn't know if the other ones they felt would be hostile or friendly or dangerous until he looked and that was something he needed to not shy away from. Just in case they were dangerous to the humans around them though Riley didn't know if he would be enough in that situation.
Even that thought, bleak as it was, didn't spoile another half of a pizza slice.
He nodded eagerly and ate, stuffing pizza into his mouth, constantly turning it to get the largest angle he could eat. He had to pause and pull a bit of greasy slightly-cold cheese off one of the strings of his mouth, but this was delicious. He had heard parents refer to the quality as quesitonable and too greasy before but personally he found it delicious. He watched Fila eat then gestured to her piece then to her and then spiled and frowned in turn before tilting his head to the side with a more neutral, expectant look.
After he sighed happily and slouched where he was seated, happily full and warm and with a fun new friend! He couldn't stay there though and so with a groan he stood up and offered Fila a hand up while his other jerked a thumb in the direction of the wider game complex and was followed by a tentative lift of his shoulders. They technically could turn around and leave, but he wanted to at least see who else was here.
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"Oh! Yeah, yeah! Was that, was that one of those dogs they ain't suppose to have in here, boss?" WurstToyAgumon asked as they leaned out of the popcorn machine to get a better look. They leaned back with a negligent flip of their hand. "Ya'know, like that one old granny with the one in her purse."
"No way, that thing was purple! I don't think dogs come in purple." ButterToyAgumon said as she turned her attention back to the boss. Her voice dropped to what would be considered appropriate indoor voice levels elsewhere and here counted as an attempt at a whisper with all the background noise. "You think it's a Digimon boss? We gonna go check it out?"
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Post by Fila on Apr 29, 2022 17:08:45 GMT -5
BlackToyAgumon eyed his companions. ButterToyAgumon's voice had dropped low, nervous, and despite the flippant attitude WurstToyAgumon had, well, they grew up together. BlackToyAgumon knew him, knew how they liked to assume the best of the situation, to put it nicely.
It did make him more determined, though. He didn't earn the nickname boss just by joking and laughing.
"If it's a dog, a quick Plastic Blaze ought to do the trick, don't you guys think?" He shrugged, leaping off his perch on the counter. His lego feet made a sharp, clacking noise against the floor, and briefly, he wondered if that was warning enough.
Probably not. "Let's go," he indicated to the direction.
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Fila scrunched her face in confusion.
She was chewing, slowly, trying to figure out what Riley was saying. "Flow?" A chew, gulp. "Water? We're getting water?" Her luck was bound to run out soon with their method of communication. She offered Riley an apologetic, confused look, but at least the next few gestures made sense, sorta. She easily took the hand offered to her, tail swishing to a side to balance her posture.
"We're going? Yeah, okay, let's go." To be honest, even if it was nothing, Fila would have been happy to see something new. Hopefully it was nothing though. That would be for the best. "Would you be leading the wa—"
She never got to finish the sentence, not when Fila looked up, just in time to meet eyes with an entourage of 3 Digimon.
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Post by photog and protag on Jun 5, 2022 7:40:43 GMT -5
Ah, noo, he hadn't menat to make her worry! He waved his hands frantically at the apology but well, she seemed to get it well enough. And maybe it wasn't bad if she was worried? There was that signal of other digimon in here, and he couldn't place who that might belong to. It worried him. There were fights over this place, and if he could then he would have explained about the groups that claimed this place as part of their stomping grounds. He didn't think he could, he hadn't even been able to convey his question properly, something that complex would take a better way of communicating. He waited for her to finish her question then turned to look where she was look and jerked awkardly in surprise. === The music in the background changed."YOU!" The two ToyAgumons leapt infront of their boss and pointed at the interlopers dramatically. The trespassers didn't look too intimidating, nor did they feel like they were anything more than Rookies like them and it embolded the henchmon to act, maybe more than it should. In a fight of three versus two victory was assured! After all they had BT! Boss, The! "You! Trespassers!! Don't ya know this is the boss's turf?" The one on the left demanded, putting their hands on their hips while they delivered their scolding. "You gotta pay a, a fiend? A free?" "A fee!" The other one jumped in as she whacked her sibling upside the head. Could you believe her suffering? How would one even pay a 'free'? What would that even be, some kinda card that got them out of trouble with the cops or something? "They gots to pay a fee!"
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Post by Fila on Jun 21, 2022 13:25:48 GMT -5
["You!"]
To say Fila was shocked was an understatement—she straight up jumped in shock at the shout, her fur bristling. Only when she took stock of her opponents did she settled down a bit...her heart was still beating a mile a minute though.
["You! Trespassers!! Don't ya know this is the boss's turf?"]
Fila...blinked. First off, it was difficult to take them seriously when they were...kinda arguing with each other. Second off, they were kinda about the same size as her and Riley...which was to say, not very big, or threatening. Not Tyrannomon-sized threat, as in. And they were asking for a...free? Fee? Fila had to blink once more to reorient herself, getting caught up in their speech.
Carefully, she curled her tail behind Riley's back. It was a little bit reassurance—for her and him—and a bit of protectiveness. This sounded like a fairly common territorial dispute, one that could be solved peacefully, and she was just gonna have to try, but first, some more information would be great. "Have you met them before?" she murmured to Riley, eyes darting to him for a second. "Also, a fee?"
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What was the purple Digimon whispering to their companion? was what the BlackToyAgumon considered, carefully assessing the situation. He wasn't particularly exasperated at his younger group members, especially not when they weren't wrong. If it did the trick then he didn't see their reckless attitudes as a problem.
"What are you murmuring about!?" was what WurstToyAgumon said, loudly. He also looked ready to immediately jump in and cause trouble, which is to say, not good, and ButterToyAgumon seemed to recognize this.
"Hush you, clearly they are discussing what to give as a fee," she said, nodding in confidence. Obviously that was the answer—it was 3 vs 2, and with their victory assured it was just right that they are already discussing what to give up.
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Post by photog and protag on Jul 15, 2022 6:40:19 GMT -5
There was a lot here that Riley wanted to communicate. A lot he couldn't communicate. Questions and answers both formed in his mind but with his and Fila's current unfamiliarity with each other right now he would have to settle for what he could express.
Fila's first question was easy. A shake of the head because he didn't know these three particular Digimon but he did know of similiar groups that hung out here at various times. It had been pretty messy when he had first found this place. Messy to the point he had debated not going back but eventually rules had been established, deals struck. The mark outside meant digimon could choose if they wanted to deal with the group currently in charge or not. A group had to be presentable to other digimon or even the unattached digimon who used this place would join up with a competitor to force them out.
It provided a method for voting by the population.
To Fila's second query he nodded slowly. Groups could claim dominion for periods of time if they put their mark on the sign above the door, they accepted currency or favors in return for letting other digimon make use of the facilities, and they had to enforce some kind of peace. That was why Riley had brought Fila, the sunflower mark on the sign outside was from a Sunflowmon that Riley knew well which raised questions. Was Sunflowmon here? Or had this group deliberately let not put up their mark to mislead people?
Riley squared his shoulders and stepped forwared to put himself infront of Fila, his shield appearing in his left hand. With his right he made a rolling gesture, prompting the group facing him and Fila to continue speaking.
What would they want as a fee?
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