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Partyin', Partyin' YEAH
Who: Everyone and anyone who wants to attend.
What: Training Party!
When: December 13th
Where: Public Training area... or what's left of it post-repairs. Characters do not have to know Takato and Guilmon to attend; they will have placed posters throughout the city over the past few weeks.
[It'd been several weeks in the making. Several weeks spent baking oodles of bread, getting in touch with other Chosen and Digimon, and of course helping with the repair efforts throughout this week. With dangers such as Titamon on the horizon, it seemed only right to set up a gathering for Chosen new and old to band together and practice their fighting skills.
In addition to the network announcements, Takato and Guilmon made sure to spread posters informing the populace of the event. Those who arrive on-site will find a table decked out with a wide variety of breads, with room for other snacks for those who wish to pitch in.
Arrivals will of course be greeted by an enthusiastic Guilmon and his Tamer, and while the primary focus is training, there's plenty of time to mingle, ask questions, and chow down!]
Optional Sub-Threads:
Questions and Planning | Vs. Growlmon | Vs. WarGrowlmon
[ooc: This is an open log. Characters do not have to train with Guilmon and Takato-- they're welcome to face each other as well as mingle, eat food, share stories, and party hard. I have a few optional sub-threads linked, but these are not a requirement by any means.]
What: Training Party!
When: December 13th
Where: Public Training area... or what's left of it post-repairs. Characters do not have to know Takato and Guilmon to attend; they will have placed posters throughout the city over the past few weeks.
[It'd been several weeks in the making. Several weeks spent baking oodles of bread, getting in touch with other Chosen and Digimon, and of course helping with the repair efforts throughout this week. With dangers such as Titamon on the horizon, it seemed only right to set up a gathering for Chosen new and old to band together and practice their fighting skills.
In addition to the network announcements, Takato and Guilmon made sure to spread posters informing the populace of the event. Those who arrive on-site will find a table decked out with a wide variety of breads, with room for other snacks for those who wish to pitch in.
Arrivals will of course be greeted by an enthusiastic Guilmon and his Tamer, and while the primary focus is training, there's plenty of time to mingle, ask questions, and chow down!]
Optional Sub-Threads:
Questions and Planning | Vs. Growlmon | Vs. WarGrowlmon
[ooc: This is an open log. Characters do not have to train with Guilmon and Takato-- they're welcome to face each other as well as mingle, eat food, share stories, and party hard. I have a few optional sub-threads linked, but these are not a requirement by any means.]
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[Little Sophia and her Commandramon are there, and Sophia is holding Commandramon's claw. He has a gun, so she is very sure he knows how to use it. But a lot of people back home knew how to use guns, and they still died. She doesn't want people to keep dying, so when Commandramon told her about this training party, she decided they would go.
It's weird, though. How is training a party? Parties have balloons and cake, sometimes clowns. Or they're like the parties in Alexandria, with pretty dresses. That's not training. Not like she's ever trained before. She's not fast, she couldn't shoot a gun like Carl.
That's why it's good that Commandramon's here. He's waiting for her to take initiative, however, and she's just watching others mingling around instead of approaching.]
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He's gonna march on over with two big pieces of bread and an equally huge grin.]
Hi! Guilmon's never seen you around here before... Are you new?
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[Frankly how quick Sophia's getting used to seeing walking talking dinosaurs should be a little weird but, nothing's too weird anymore. This one sounds like a kid, though, and that's a bit confusing.
She still nods slowly.] Hi. I'm Sophia. I'm here to train. [She's going to be an attentive girl, since no one else is here to do that for her. Or at least, she'll try.]
Well, I'm here to train. [Commandramon grins back.] Better get used to fighting, right?
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[He hesitates, unsure if he should go into more detail. After all, he wouldn't wanna scare her!]
Do you want Guilmon to evolve before we start, though? I can stay like this, too. And, um, it's nice to meet you!
[He adds that last bit with a giggle. No need to get too far ahead of themselves, after all.]
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That's what I told you about, before. I can grow to a stronger form through your energy.
Oh. So...Guilmon can get stronger...but you haven't yet.
No. Not yet.
[Sophia holds Commandramon's claw a bit tighter and then looks back at Guilmon.] No. Com'mon can't become stronger, and I don't want him to get hurt.
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[He smiles for reassurance. Evolution's not always necessary, after all.]
Guilmon can help train you as just Guilmon, too! We don't even have to use cards unless you really want to.
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Cards? I thought we were training, not playing.
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[To emphasis this, he sweeps his arms through the air, mimicking a Card Slash!]
Takato takes Digimon cards and slides them through his Digivice, and that helps me get stronger! The cards do all kinds of cool things like give Guilmon wings and extra speed and even evolve.
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[When Guilmon slashes, Sophia steps back, just a bit.]
I wanna do that.... I wanna make Com'mon grow wings!
[The card games back home were never that cool.]
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Another child...
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[Sophia doesn't hear Mikasa, but Commandramon does. He turns to her with a lop-sided grin and waves his free claw.] Hello there! I'm Commandramon, and this is Sophia. You here to train too?
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[ It's strange to be fighting against children, but it isn't so odd to know that children are aware of combat themselves. ]
Commandramon, you are in charge of this child's well-being, is that correct?
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[He recognizes a serious person when he sees one.] Yes I am. It's my whole life to protect her.
[Commandramon's talking with someone now, so Sophia looks too. Another teenager. She watches them speak.]
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Will you train with me?
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[Commandramon looks at Sophia for confirmation, and the young girl nods.] It'd be my absolute pleasure.
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[ A red lizard with an armband tied around his upper arm and a more petite creature with her ears around her neck approach. Unlike the militaristic posture of their Chosen One, neither seem to have much battle experience. ]
I'd like for you to meet my partners, you too Sophia.
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You've got a Guilmon too. But I've already met one, so what do I call him?
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And a gun! Something he recognizes and he's not too thrilled to see it. After all, guns are weapons, and weapons are part of war, and war makes orphans like him...
His hands clench into tight fists before he marches up to Sophia, Solarmon seemingly oblivious since he's too busy watching the others training.]
Hey! You with the gun!
[...This is going to end well...]
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[Commandramon looks toward Duo, with an eyebrow raised.] Oh, hey there, lil' guy. D'you wanna train?
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[Duo stops just short of Commandramon, his hands shaking with the amount of pressure he's using to keep them clenched into fists. He doesn't look happy...not at all...]
Do you even know what that thing is? What it's used for?!
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[Commandramon blinks in surprise and looks at his gun.] Of course I do. Hey, I'm not gonna hurt anyone with it, we're all just here to get better.
[The yelling makes Sophia nervous. She grips Commandramon's claw harder and shrinks her neck into her shoulders.]
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[Sorry, Sophia. He's not always this bad...
His hands are shaking now at his sides.]
Guns just make things worse! So why do you have it?
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But guns don't protect anyone...
[His tone is low, shaking ever so slightly. He has his head ducked, his whole body trembling now.]
Guns don't protect. They only kill. So why...?
[He jerks his head up and points a finger at Commandramon.]
So why do you defend that thing when it carries around something made only to destroy?!
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[Sophia opens her mouth to yell again, but Commandramon's claw on her shoulder stops her.] Sophia, I don't think he's going to listen--
But it's not fair! You're just being nice to me! Daddy and mommy and Carl and everyone else protected me a lot, and they shot guns, so how come you can't? How else are you gonna help?
[Commandramon pulls her a little away, trying to stop the confrontation.] I don't think me talking to him is going to help anything. [He tries to look around to find Duo's partner. Someone who could help calm him down.]
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Joining in here, if that's OK?
TOTES OKAY! /o/
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