August Missions!

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TERMINAL TOKYO MESSAGE BOARD

Wanted: 6 artistic type fellas to help Neku with a mural!	We need fish! Lotsa fish! Go get some, 'kay!	Seeking any and all who would be willing to help keep our patients happy and comfortable. We thank you for your time!	WHOEVER IS SETTING PARK BENCHES ON FIRE, YOU BETTER QUIT IT!
Needed: 6	Needed: 10	Needed: 10	NEEDED: 10
When: 8/5	When: 8/6	When: 8/8	WHEN: 8/10
300 BIT	40 BIT A FISH	300 BIT	600 BIT

[OOC: Please, only one mission per Chosen so that others have a chance to take part as well! This will act as a mingle log. There really is no sign up for these. We just request that you do not go over the max number of participants. Enjoy!]

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Go Fish!-AUGUST 6

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[With the new Chosen coming in, the Damemon need several Chosen to go out and catch some fish for dinner! Obviously they can't do it themselves because they're too busy cooking (also, their little arms are just too short).

Those who go out will be paid by the fish, and the biggest fish get a huge fish dinner as a bonus!

Even if everyone can get fish for dinner...]

[velveteenmage]

"This isn't so bad. At least it's quiet." Waver admitted, legs swinging slightly off the edge of the pier.

"And we're getting paid for it, with any luck." Wizardmon added--the fishing line was tied to the end of his staff, and the two had been passing the makeshift rod back and forth between themselves for a while now. "I can't help but notice we've been having a little trouble on that front, have we not?"

"We'll be fine." Waver countered, crossing his arms. "I'm used to supporting myself. I don't need anyone's help."

Wizardmon gave his partner a look, but said nothing on the matter as he pulled in a pitifully small fish.

"Hm...have to start somewhere." He dropped it into a bucket of water behind them, handing the makeshift pole to Waver to make an attempt.

[for_granite]

"I don't suppose you thought of getting a fishing pole first, huh?" Terra, who approaches the duo from behind, has a fishing pole of her own over her shoulder. ...And Gotsumon's chasing a butterfly nearby. Looks like he's got his own entertainment. "'Cause I dunno if that'll catch much."

[velveteenmage]

"Waver seemed to think cutting corners in this case would be more efficient." Wizardmon remarked, tugging lightly on his wide-brimmed hat in a polite greeting.

"Do you have to say it like that? You might as well just say 'we couldn't afford a fishing pole'." the magus countered, frowning.

[for_granite]

"Wanna use mine for a little? Ya know, redeem yourself."

Terra walks over and plops herself down beside them, pulling a plastic bag full of bait out of her pocket.

[velveteenmage]

"Thanks, but it's fine. We'll manage." Whether Waver actually believed that or not was anyone's guess.

[for_granite]

"F'you insist."

She gets to work at baiting the line.

"If you can't afford one, maybe you should get a job."

[velveteenmage]

"I have one. It's just that someone eats way too much." Waver shot a pointed look at Wizardmon, who pulled his collar a little higher over his face with a sheepish laugh. "But it's fine. I'm used to taking care of myself, so we'll manage well enough."

[for_granite]

"Alright, alright." She tosses the line out, and in the background, Gotsumon trips while chasing the butterfly and gets back up to keep going. "You know, I'm not really the best at this kinda stuff, but we're all kinda in this together, so helping each other out's for the best. Not pushing you, just...food for thought."

Food... That made catching fish even more of an imperative for her, man.

[velveteenmage]

"N-no, I do appreciate it." Waver sounded sincere, worried he'd seemed ungrateful somehow. "But it's alright, honestly. You don't need to worry about me." From under his hat, Wizardmon gave his partner an odd look but said nothing to push him further.

"H...have you been getting on alright around here?"

[for_granite]

"Me?" Terra tilts her head, and the lure bobs in the water. "Fine, I guess. Good, considering. Looks like you're better for yourself, compared to getting on day one."

[velveteenmage]

"I guess I just needed to get used to it." Waver sighed in slight exasperation. "This whole situation's a little extreme even compared to what I'm used to."

[for_granite]

"I don't think it's much of what anyone's used to...at least, not most of us. World-hopping, little monster partners. No offense." The last bit to Wizardmon.

[velveteenmage]

"None taken." the Digimon replied with a shrug.

"There's at least the concept of parallel worlds where I come from," Waver explained, "but it's supposed to take magic on the level of a miracle to travel between them. As far as I've heard there's only ever been one person powerful enough to do it at all."

[for_granite]

"Knowing all the weird stuff that goes on back home, probably true there too... Oh!"

A bite on her line interrupts their conversation. Terra starts to pull it, but jeez, it's a big one, feels like.

[velveteenmage]

Waver was suddenly very aware that a fishing pole might have been worth it.

"D--do you need help with that?" he offered, like the 5'2" teenager would have been able to lift more than a stack of books.

[for_granite]

Terra stands and pulls harder. "It certainly wouldn't hurt!"

[velveteenmage]

Yeah, this'll end well. Waver did immediately get up and start pulling on the fishing rod as well, Wizardmon holding on to his shoulders just in case the diminuitive magus was about to go flying.

"Just how big is this thing?!"

[for_granite]

"Maybe it's a whale?!" She's joking, but Terra grits her teeth as the tug-of-war continues. Why. Why of all the fish here does she hook the one that's trying to pull arms out of sockets?

"How much do you think we'll get for it? Come on, come on..." Another might tug, punctuated by a shot joke.

The fish isn't giving, but it looks like it's close to the surface, if the bubbles rising are any indication.

[velveteenmage]

"J-just keep pulling and don't fall in!" If Terra lost her footing, all three of them would probably go flying. And while Waver didn't know about Wizardmon one way or the other, the student himself had no idea how to swim. But luckily even though he had the average strength of a ten year old girl, Waver had no intention of giving in to a fish.

[for_granite]

"Come on... Here little fishy...!"

Another tug, and something breaks the water.

...Something bigger than expected. It's as large as a full-grown adult, maybe six feet, and looking incredibly mad, with the hook from the fishing pole somewhere deep in its mouth. It's not a fish, it's a Coelamon.

"...Oh."

That's just about all Terra has time to say before Coelamon yells Water Bullet! and a ball of high-speed water shoots from its mouth and collides with her. It's about the size of a basketball, but at that distance and that speed? Oh, it's more than enough to make her loose her grip on the pole and fall back to begin with, dazed.

[velveteenmage]

"Ohmygodyouhavetobekiddingme--" Waver was thrown back as well, barely managing to keep his footing only by virtue of his partner in the oversized hat supporting him. And speaking of which...

"Wizardmon, do something!" The somewhat exasperated Digimon gave a sigh and brandished his staff to direct an Electro Squall at Coelamon as Waver turned to check on Terra. "H-hey, are you alright?!"

[for_granite]

Terra coughs. Well, she is absolutely soaked and a little bit surprised, having been hit point-blank by a water fossil. But she shakes her head-- and clarifies, "F-fine, don't worry, f-focus on it!"

The Coelamon screeches at the electricity attack, shaking its head. Looks like the line's still stuck somewhere in its mouth, because the fishing pole goes flying all over. How's that thing not broken already?!

"Iron Scale!" Tiny scales shoot off Coelamon's body toward Wizardmon, and toward the Chosen on the pier.

[velveteenmage]

Cursing rather vividly under his breath, Waver threw one arm out to at least somewhat protect Terra--flinching in pain at the sudden onslaught, his mind was racing as fast as possible to find a way out of this. There had to be something, but then again Coelamon probably had a pretty good right to be angry. They had kind of been yanking him out of the water pretty hard...wait a minute.

Waver looked to his equally battered partner and then to the fishing pole, an idea quickly starting to form in his head.

"Wizardmon--see if you can cut the line and get that thing out of his mouth!" His partner acknowledged the idea with a slight nod, next burst of lightning aimed at the fishing line more than Coelamon itself.

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The lightning not only snaps the line, it seems to cause a reaction in Coelamon's mouth, where the hook is embedded. The pole goes flying, and the rest of the line is engulfed in scarlet light.

Coelamon coughs, chokes, and it looks like shoots another Water Bullet-- but no. It's a small sphere of red light, with a tag and crest, that for all intents and purposes looks to have been grabbed by the hook. The Coelamon in response appears dizzy, but still angry.

The crest stops in front of Waver. It's his crest, the Crest of Tenacity.