Partyin', Partyin' YEAH

[guilmon]

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.]

Comments

[guilmon]

[No killing? Such a specific request, but Guilmon nods, wearing a knowing smile. It reminds him of Juri, really.]

Well, don't worry! Guilmon won't do anything that bad. Training should be fun, not dangerous!

[justpretending]

[Fun...? That's a weird thing to say. But anyway, Sophia lets go of Commandramon's claw then, a signal that they can.

She backs up as Commandramon readies himself, smiling lightly at Guilmon.] When you're ready.

[guilmon]

[Guilmon nods, crouching down low and raiding his claws. His tail swishes left and right, and he gives the duo a couple of seconds before he charges. Get ready!]

[justpretending]

[What does a gun-dinosaur do?

Why, start firing his assault rifle, of course, firing head-on rather than aiming at a specific part of Guilmon's body.]

[guilmon]

[Wagh! Guns, guns, bullets, bullets. Guilmon's eyes pop wide open, and he starts running in a zigzag to avoid the brunt of the attacks. Just to shake things up, he'll fire some Fireballs towads Commandramon's feet, though like his fellow Digimon, he's not aiming head-on.]

[justpretending]

Whoa! [Commandramon's assault ceases and he jumps back, shaking off his hot feet. Wide open now.

Meanwhile, Sophia watches in awe.] Fire...

[guilmon]

[That's all the opportunity Guilmon needs to rush in and strike his claws against Commandramon's side with a Rock Breaker attack!

But don't worry-- he aims not to injure, just like with his fireballs. That wouldn't be very nice.]

[justpretending]

[The attack knocks Commandramon on to his back, and he's pretty winded.] That's a strong one, wow.

Com'mon, c'mon! Get up!

[And he sure is trying!]