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thefolder2013-06-18 10:00 pm
acceptedburden) wrote in thefolder2013-06-18 10:00 pm
L-02 | Heroes Need a Half Shell
Who: Kaldur'ahm & Open to 5 Others
What: Those races sure were fun, but some of the Digimon in Terminal City aren’t happy. The Kamemon are without shells! They need people to go gather their missing ones, scattered all over the city. Turn one in to get paid! ...Just make sure it’s not already attached...
When: June 17 - June 21
Where: Around Terminal Tokyo
Kaldur was still troubled by Shakuyamon's appearance and accusations. He'd been thinking about it for a long time and after what she had said he was seriously considering taking her advice, packing up, and just going around to different towns to help. He could see how bad it must have looked for her to appear requesting help only to find colorful race tracks populated by children having fun. But could you really blame the others? Things were beginning to become routine here and very little clues had come in about the nature of things. Although this really just raised the question as to whether it was better to wait and listen for more concrete information or go out and find it himself. Kaldur just didn't know and he wasn't sure who he could speak to about it without getting someone riled up.
"Ugh! Kaldur!" Suddenly a small green shell hit him in the chest, lightly. Kaldur blinked. He hadn't realized he'd spaced out into his own thoughts and looked down at his partner who had thrown the shell. "Can we please focus on this ridiculous task? Stop being all broody. I hate when you do that."
Kaldur bent down and picked up the shell, tucking it gently under his arm. "Apologies Gizamon. I was merely...contemplating our future."
Gizamon frowned at him and then hopped to pick up another shell. "You mean what that stuffy old fox face said? Please. If you ask me she just had another one of those priestess sticks shoved too far up her--."
"Gizamon," Kaldur cut her off with a warning. Honestly, her language was getting worse and he wasn't sure WHERE she was picking up these words.
"The point is...she worries too much. How the heck were we supposed to know villages are being attacked? Besides, if the digital world didn't want us to have some fun they wouldn't have put the stupid racetrack here to begin with. Who knows, maybe saving the digital world will rely on us having awesome driving skills and THEN won't she feel stupid because she interrupted the games that were actually training us."
Kaldur shook his head, "Somehow I doubt that Gizamon."
Gizamon nudged another shell and then bounced it to Kaldur, "Yeah, well you better hope not because YOU wouldn't let us race. Which was completely lame by the way. I wanted to run people over."
He sighed and caught the shell, continuing to listen to his partner rant about prissy fox digimon.
What: Those races sure were fun, but some of the Digimon in Terminal City aren’t happy. The Kamemon are without shells! They need people to go gather their missing ones, scattered all over the city. Turn one in to get paid! ...Just make sure it’s not already attached...
When: June 17 - June 21
Where: Around Terminal Tokyo
Kaldur was still troubled by Shakuyamon's appearance and accusations. He'd been thinking about it for a long time and after what she had said he was seriously considering taking her advice, packing up, and just going around to different towns to help. He could see how bad it must have looked for her to appear requesting help only to find colorful race tracks populated by children having fun. But could you really blame the others? Things were beginning to become routine here and very little clues had come in about the nature of things. Although this really just raised the question as to whether it was better to wait and listen for more concrete information or go out and find it himself. Kaldur just didn't know and he wasn't sure who he could speak to about it without getting someone riled up.
"Ugh! Kaldur!" Suddenly a small green shell hit him in the chest, lightly. Kaldur blinked. He hadn't realized he'd spaced out into his own thoughts and looked down at his partner who had thrown the shell. "Can we please focus on this ridiculous task? Stop being all broody. I hate when you do that."
Kaldur bent down and picked up the shell, tucking it gently under his arm. "Apologies Gizamon. I was merely...contemplating our future."
Gizamon frowned at him and then hopped to pick up another shell. "You mean what that stuffy old fox face said? Please. If you ask me she just had another one of those priestess sticks shoved too far up her--."
"Gizamon," Kaldur cut her off with a warning. Honestly, her language was getting worse and he wasn't sure WHERE she was picking up these words.
"The point is...she worries too much. How the heck were we supposed to know villages are being attacked? Besides, if the digital world didn't want us to have some fun they wouldn't have put the stupid racetrack here to begin with. Who knows, maybe saving the digital world will rely on us having awesome driving skills and THEN won't she feel stupid because she interrupted the games that were actually training us."
Kaldur shook his head, "Somehow I doubt that Gizamon."
Gizamon nudged another shell and then bounced it to Kaldur, "Yeah, well you better hope not because YOU wouldn't let us race. Which was completely lame by the way. I wanted to run people over."
He sighed and caught the shell, continuing to listen to his partner rant about prissy fox digimon.