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!]

Comments

[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.