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[semi-open] experience is a brutal teacher
Who: Forte, Biyomon, and some rabble-rousing NPC Digimon.
What: A brawl. Or well, to be more strictly accurate, a beating and an accidental attempt at Digivolution.
Where: Outside the Metal Factory.
When: During the True Form event.
In hindsight, Biyomon thinks, letting Forte wander wherever he pleased was a downright terrible idea. Because of course they'd run straight into a pack of territorial, hostile Digimon which were idiots who didn't give a damn if the ones they were ganging up on were a Chosen and his partner.
It'd been a few days since the morning his Chosen woken up, lost a good chuck of his foul temper, and stopped bothering with sleep altogether. Which, coupled with the fact that his frowning wasn't quite so severe, was a bit of an improvement, Biyomon could admit. But that didn't change the routine of the harsh training Forte put them both through, or his daily, relentless roaming of the surrounding areas in order to explore.
It was on one such expedition, the crisp stillness of morning beginning to ease into the heat of the afternoon, that Biyomon attempted to engage in a somewhat one-sided argument with him: it was a difficult endeavor, given how little Forte spoke in return.
"—You need to go buy some human clothes. Look, what you've got right now is fine, Forte, but that outfit's not gonna last for the entire time you're here."
After a few minutes of silence, Forte grunted.
"... I have no need for such things."
"You didn't have any problems with stealing that cloak! What's the difference between that and a couple of T-shirts?" The pink bird Digimon following him squawked, fuming with concern.
"Irritating creature... that is not your business. Be quiet, if you are capable of that much."
In the midst of curtailing the desire to viciously kick Biyomon into the next server or throttle him to stop the constant stream of background chatter (because Biyomon was, by all accounts, the only way he could gain a semblance of power here and he couldn't bring himself to damage his own chances by flying off the handle), it's then Forte abruptly slows for a moment, then continues walking. He'd heard something. The field they were trekking across, scattered with mechanical spare parts, was no longer empty of anybody but them.
What: A brawl. Or well, to be more strictly accurate, a beating and an accidental attempt at Digivolution.
Where: Outside the Metal Factory.
When: During the True Form event.
In hindsight, Biyomon thinks, letting Forte wander wherever he pleased was a downright terrible idea. Because of course they'd run straight into a pack of territorial, hostile Digimon which were idiots who didn't give a damn if the ones they were ganging up on were a Chosen and his partner.
It'd been a few days since the morning his Chosen woken up, lost a good chuck of his foul temper, and stopped bothering with sleep altogether. Which, coupled with the fact that his frowning wasn't quite so severe, was a bit of an improvement, Biyomon could admit. But that didn't change the routine of the harsh training Forte put them both through, or his daily, relentless roaming of the surrounding areas in order to explore.
It was on one such expedition, the crisp stillness of morning beginning to ease into the heat of the afternoon, that Biyomon attempted to engage in a somewhat one-sided argument with him: it was a difficult endeavor, given how little Forte spoke in return.
"—You need to go buy some human clothes. Look, what you've got right now is fine, Forte, but that outfit's not gonna last for the entire time you're here."
After a few minutes of silence, Forte grunted.
"... I have no need for such things."
"You didn't have any problems with stealing that cloak! What's the difference between that and a couple of T-shirts?" The pink bird Digimon following him squawked, fuming with concern.
"Irritating creature... that is not your business. Be quiet, if you are capable of that much."
In the midst of curtailing the desire to viciously kick Biyomon into the next server or throttle him to stop the constant stream of background chatter (because Biyomon was, by all accounts, the only way he could gain a semblance of power here and he couldn't bring himself to damage his own chances by flying off the handle), it's then Forte abruptly slows for a moment, then continues walking. He'd heard something. The field they were trekking across, scattered with mechanical spare parts, was no longer empty of anybody but them.
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Raising to his feet and floating next to Aquilamon, Forte stared down at them from behind the rim of his cloak which had now acquired some more dirt to its edges. As had his face. And knees. If he was a human, he'd had been bleeding.
"Hmph. Pathetic." His eyes drilled coldly into the Kokuwamon. "Get rid of them."
"Forte?" Aquilamon hesitated at the order, loyalty warring with inexperience. It was one thing to beat up and drive off a bunch of sorry idiot thugs who plagued the Digital World like this. And it was really another thing to revert them back to Digi-eggs.
"... I have no interest in leaving them alive." It was best to tie up loose ends before there was a chance of them coming after you and making a nuisance of themselves.
Aquilamon's gaze hardened. Orders were orders. He readied a Grand Horn to launch at the Kokuwamon.
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"You BAST-AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
In flashes of thunderbolts the duo exploded into Digidust leaving the ground around them singed and burnt. Only the Solarmon trio remained and two of them were still out cold as the third tried to escape into the factory.
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"Don't let that one escape."
"Will do!" Rather foolishly, Aquilamon trusted his partner's commands and raising into the air, pursued the fleeing Solarmon despite his aching wings and general soreness.
"BLAST LASER!"
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The Solarmon was so close to vanishing into the woods and the lasers obliterated them. Only the two singed ones remained now.
Also some curious applause from behind Forte.
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"Very nice! Much violence!"
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Blackarachnia doesn't say anything, she's just admiring the show.
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"I got 'em!"
Meanwhile, Forte was experimenting. His true form was, even stripped of his powers, naturally much stronger than the human body he'd been saddled with. The question was: did it retain enough strength for him to apply sufficient pressure to a Solarmon's round, metallic face with his boot to make it start cracking?
But it was the abrupt sound of applause which reached his ears that made Forte pause and turn around to pinpoint the source. The sight of the human and her two new Digimon standing there, presumably another one of the Chosen, earned a mildly disdainful look. Humans... The robot with the spider design and her quarreling Digimon however, was treated to a more neutral glance of wariness.
"..." Well, he certainly wasn't impressed by the human's incorrect grammar.
Aquilamon's large shadow skimmed over the grass and shrank as the giant bird alighted down on the ground. Worried about his partner, he clucked his beak. "You alright, boss? Nothing major damaged or anything?" He had not yet noticed what Forte was staring at.
How Aquilamon failed to notice the large robot over to the side is a mystery for the ages.
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"What's this big factory they were guarding?" She wondered out loud.
The Solarmon to it's credit did not crack it just whimpered and trembled.
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"Who knows. Why don't you ask Mr.Silent over there. He might be able to answer you."
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"... Hey! Who're you guys?!"
Forte, eloquent as always, just watched them wordlessly. The air that hung around him said plainly that he wasn't inclined to be welcoming.
His shoe was still planted atop the Solarmon however and he was still pressing it down harder on the Solarmon's face, not planning on stopping until he either made a sizable, painful dent in the metal or it passed out again.
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"This hot piece of brass behind me Black Arachnea and her partners...I don't remember their names." She laughed.
"That was a pretty good brawl, good thing those losers didn't know how to work together though or you'd be so much toast."
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"I agree with the resident nut job. But, seeing how you got them beat already, isn't denting the idiot under your feet a little pointless?"
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"Oh." Aquilamon tipped his head to the side at the theatrical bowing and introductions, feathers slowly flattening again. Well, they were Chosen and they didn't seem to have anything to do with the Digimon thugs... Why was the woman saying she was mentally disturbed though?
"Uh, I guess it's nice to met you then, Chosens and Digimons Judy and Punch. What brings you to this neck of the woods?"
He clucked his large beak unhappily at the reminder that his partner and Forte were still were not a very good team, but stayed silent.
Forte regarded the human with the level of disdain usually reserved for flies or germs. Nothing fervent, just 'why are you even talking to me worm.' The robot, however, gets a response, his boot momentarily easing up on the Soloarmon's cracked face. "I suppose. There's no harm in seeing if they are capable of being damaged by non-Digimon." They are.
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Judy piped up "Well sure we can, I coulda told you that."
"But you weren't here..." Punch pointed out.
Judy sneered and slapped him in the back of the head making him yelp "You're right! How silly of me!"
"So why did you hit me!?" Punch barked back.
"Because I love to hear you cry like a girl."
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Though, even she was ignoring her friends excitable digimon. This little display was pretty common place anyway. Enough so that Blackarachnia's Dorumon just shook her head and pulled the Taprimon beside her a step back to get out of Judy's immediate range.
"Obviously they are. So, what were the moron's guarding. Anything interesting or were you just out for a fight?"
sorry about lateness!
"No harm in going on a walk... But, are you like, a comedy routine?" The giant bird mumbled, amused despite himself but still rather confused. the Doruman and his fellow get a nod of greeting before he turns back to the other pair. "Or just an interest in theatrics?"
An interesting pair of Chosen ladies at least, he decided.
Forte kicked the Solarmon's battered, cracked body away and then looked disppassionately in the direction of the factory. "Intrusion into their territory prompted these... fools to attack, I assume. If there is anything of value here, I have not heard prior mention of it."
So, yeah. He didn't know.
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"I for one think I am hilarious." Judy sniffed "And so do you!" She declared opening up her claws to flash her hypnotic eyes at Punch.
His face went slack and he replied back in monotone "Yes...of course you are."
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And for the most part she's just ignoring her human friends antics.. and the antics of her digimon.
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Aquilamon tilted his head to the side, watching the woman and her digimon with one large sharp eye. He towered over his own partner, over both of them in his bulk. His assessment was honest, though quite tactless. "Too cheesy. I think maybe kids would be easily entertained by it though."
"..." Forte looked at the robot, eyes cold. He neither bothered to confirm nor deny her conclusion. "And you were merely... passing by on a walk yourself, were you?"
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Harley in turn hopped in to join the discussion with Forte and BlackArachnia "Well we were exploring, and fighting was definitely an option. But this world us so big we've barely seen any of it right? Makes sense then to set out and see what we can see!"
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Under his cloak, Forte folded his arms.
Forte looked at Harley for a second, then proceeded to ignore her and direct his response to BlackArachnia. "I see. Well now, if that is what you are interested in doing, do have a good time... entertaining yourselves with that."
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This just made Punch look more puzzled and he massaged his temples to try and get rid of the impending migraine.
"Aw I don't think he likes us...or anything." Harley commented grinning in a tilted way at Forte. "Do you even know how to smile under there? I could teach ya!"