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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[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.

[terminalcresting]

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.

[velveteenmage]

"...What?"

Of anything that could have happened, that was not something Waver expected. Forgetting for just a moment what the current circumstances were, he responded with a dumbfounded look and a confused statement. Sure, he knew what crests were, but honestly? He hadn't expected one to show up himself.

But he swallowed hard and forced back his doubts, reaching out and taking the crest with a hand that shook only slightly. When he looked back up to Coelamon, it was with a serious and resolute expression.

"...I'm sorry--we weren't trying to cause you trouble. I don't know about Wizardmon, but I don't want to fight you if I can help it. Do you think you can let us off easy just this once?"

[for_granite]

Coelamon looks between them all, runs his tongue over the inside of his gums, and grumbles, sinking back into the river. It sounds like he's saying something along the lines of "damn humans" as he drifts away.

Rubbing her head, Terra stands, only a little bit stiff and sore...all things considered. "S-sorry!" She calls after Coelamon, and the splash of water on the edge of the pier is the only indicator that he hears.

"Okay...fish that big, let go... But wow, lookit that." Terra smiles at Waver. "You got yourself a crest."

[velveteenmage]

"I...I guess I did." he replied in the world's most bewildered tone, looking at the object in his hand. "How'd I manage that?"

Wizardmon degenerated back into Palmon, jumping up to latch onto Waver's back and look over his shoulder, remarking: "You're probably just tougher than you look, y'know?"

"I-I'm not-I mean, I'm...are we sure this is mine?"

[for_granite]

"You're kidding, right? 'Course it's yours. Whose else would it be?" Her own blue Crest of Friendship hangs from around her neck and she runs her fingers over it to make a point. "Besides, you kinda were the big hero here. ...Thanks. Guess you really are good at taking care of yourself."

[velveteenmage]

"Sh-she's the one that did all the work." he protested weakly, pointing to the plant Digimon hanging off his shoulders. Waver shook his head, trying to take at least some of the focus off himself.

"N...never mind that. You're not hurt or anything, are you?" Waver was pretty sure he was bruised to hell after that, or that he'd at least be feeling like he'd been run over tomorrow morning.

[for_granite]

With a wince, Terra rubs her side. "Nothing a little rest won't help. Been through worse than a high-speed water bomb, don't worry."

"Hey! Hey! Terra, did you catch any... Oh. Did you guys go swimming?" Gotsumon, the king of perfect timing runs up and Terra sighs.

"No, Gots. We did not."

[velveteenmage]

"You're kinda late," Palmon said with a disapproving frown. "Are you tryin' to say you didn't hear any of that whole mess?"

Waver glanced to Terra with a sort of 'is your partner serious' expression.

[for_granite]

Gotsumon looks between the bunch of them. "...Hear what?"

And that's what did it, Terra burst out laughing, shaking her head. She lightly hit Gotsumon's head, and he whined. "Gots... Never change."

DANGIT I THOUGHT I TAGGED THIS

[velveteenmage]

...Is he usually like this?

[Waver's 'my sympathies' went unsaid.]

/slowly pets your head

[for_granite]

All the time. Don't worry, I'm kinda fond of my air-brained partner.

Hey, who's air-brained?

No on, buddy.