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[OPEN] regained an item from home
Who: Forte, Gospel, and Biyomon, and you.
What: Biyomon is not what you can call 'thrilled' over the newest addition to the team. Forte is not impressed with Biyomon because he never is. Gospel is not helping matters.
Where: A ways outside of HospiTown.
When: shortly after the event(s).
[ He despised this town, and for good measure the whole of this ridiculous world, but it was one of the three main reliable sources of food that would meet human nutrition needs on the entire continent. With the Trailmon temporarily out of commission due to those fools' actions and the end objective of his venture achieved, he'd immediately left the scene and headed back to take stock of the... unexpected change in his situation.
And of course, the sight of a Chosen and his partner walking in the direction of the walls of HospiTown was nothing strange. It was what creature was lopping along Forte that was abnormal; a black wolf-like creature with a mane of blocky spines and a maw of sharp, business-like teeth. Its claws clicked over the ground. It was large and powerfully built, about the size of a smaller pony, and its body was composed of a stiff, clunky material that glowed with a scattering of green squares.
The Gospel virus growled and snapped idly at the pink bird Digimon flying low overhead, causing Biyomon to swerve and hurriedly move over to the opposite side of Forte. Forte didn't stop, though he paused to scold the beast, speaking to it as if he was convinced that it would understand the words he directed at it. ]
Gospel, the pest is not food... at the moment.
[ He had restrained himself from punching Biyomon and his loud beak into the next server so far, he expected no less of the greatly-shrunken virus when he told it to do the same. Only a moron abused his sole claim to power in an foreign world. A low, almost glitchy noise rumbled from its throat in response, Gospel's head tipping to the side; groowwwl... ]
No.
[ His tone of voice booked no argument. ]
Oi. I'm not food at all, that's what you mean! Right? [ Biyomon interrupted loudly, flapping his wings to remain airborne. He wasn't sure what to make of the viral creature that had came out of the ball of light and gone straight to Forte, but currently, he wasn't too fond of it. It wasn't even a Digimon. It made his feathers crawl like they were filled with mites. The way his partner treated it wasn't much better; no insults, no disdain? That was new, coming from the former NetNavi. The wolf issued another snarling noise, ears twitching straight up. ]
For now, he is of use to me. [ That reply to the snarl was delivered curtly, Forte's red eyes impassive. He didn't turn to look at Biyomon. Gospel's tail flicked behind it, accepting that as an answer. They made a motley bunch, these three. ]
Oh, c'mon...
[ The bird Digimon sighed, feathers drooping. Sometimes it felt like for every one step forward he got when it came forging some kind of a relationship to his partner, it was also another extra long two steps backward. It was beyond frustrating at times. ]
What: Biyomon is not what you can call 'thrilled' over the newest addition to the team. Forte is not impressed with Biyomon because he never is. Gospel is not helping matters.
Where: A ways outside of HospiTown.
When: shortly after the event(s).
[ He despised this town, and for good measure the whole of this ridiculous world, but it was one of the three main reliable sources of food that would meet human nutrition needs on the entire continent. With the Trailmon temporarily out of commission due to those fools' actions and the end objective of his venture achieved, he'd immediately left the scene and headed back to take stock of the... unexpected change in his situation.
And of course, the sight of a Chosen and his partner walking in the direction of the walls of HospiTown was nothing strange. It was what creature was lopping along Forte that was abnormal; a black wolf-like creature with a mane of blocky spines and a maw of sharp, business-like teeth. Its claws clicked over the ground. It was large and powerfully built, about the size of a smaller pony, and its body was composed of a stiff, clunky material that glowed with a scattering of green squares.
The Gospel virus growled and snapped idly at the pink bird Digimon flying low overhead, causing Biyomon to swerve and hurriedly move over to the opposite side of Forte. Forte didn't stop, though he paused to scold the beast, speaking to it as if he was convinced that it would understand the words he directed at it. ]
Gospel, the pest is not food... at the moment.
[ He had restrained himself from punching Biyomon and his loud beak into the next server so far, he expected no less of the greatly-shrunken virus when he told it to do the same. Only a moron abused his sole claim to power in an foreign world. A low, almost glitchy noise rumbled from its throat in response, Gospel's head tipping to the side; groowwwl... ]
No.
[ His tone of voice booked no argument. ]
Oi. I'm not food at all, that's what you mean! Right? [ Biyomon interrupted loudly, flapping his wings to remain airborne. He wasn't sure what to make of the viral creature that had came out of the ball of light and gone straight to Forte, but currently, he wasn't too fond of it. It wasn't even a Digimon. It made his feathers crawl like they were filled with mites. The way his partner treated it wasn't much better; no insults, no disdain? That was new, coming from the former NetNavi. The wolf issued another snarling noise, ears twitching straight up. ]
For now, he is of use to me. [ That reply to the snarl was delivered curtly, Forte's red eyes impassive. He didn't turn to look at Biyomon. Gospel's tail flicked behind it, accepting that as an answer. They made a motley bunch, these three. ]
Oh, c'mon...
[ The bird Digimon sighed, feathers drooping. Sometimes it felt like for every one step forward he got when it came forging some kind of a relationship to his partner, it was also another extra long two steps backward. It was beyond frustrating at times. ]
1/2
...H'so easily the most important thing to make sure you have a steady source of when you're out in the wild is clean water. You can go a few days without food but humans can't last more than a day or two without water.
[Despite the somewhat serious subject matter, Martin's tone is light-hearted. He's got an encouraging and cheery smile on his face, a mood that seems to be mirrored in the Bearmon perched up on his shoulders.]
That's why Chris and I followed this river for most of the trip. A good source of water, and this river also leads right back to Hospitown. Having a natural compass or landmark that you know points you back towards civilization, or even just your base or camp is important too.
[Did he say "Chris and I"? ...Who is he talking to then?]
2/2
That makes sense...but what if you don't see any of those kind of landmarks? How do you find your way back?
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The noise of voices reaches his ears first, over the loud bubbling of the rushing water, at first too faint to pick out any words and then becoming clearer as the distance shortens. Gospel's nose goes up.
Forte's gaze swivels from Gospel in the direction of these approaching others. Ah. Chosen. It doesn't take long to identify one of them as a young human, male, and whomever he was talking to, as a similarly young female, accompanied by Digimon of their own. The human was giving a... lecture to the girl, from the sound of it? He finds throughly himself lacking in interest.
The Black Shadow debates deliberately avoiding them, then promptly dismisses the thought. These gnats were hardly worth bothering. Simply float past them while maintaining a suitable berth away from them, assume the pest would keep his insufferable beak shut for once in his existence, and that was all the attention this would warrant before he continued on his way. ]
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As his attention starts wandering, so do his eyes, and it's because of this that he spots the familiar shadow figure. More importantly, he spots his Digimon partner.]
Hey Biyomon!
[While it had been a while since he had seen Biyomon, he couldn't help greeting the Digimon...just in case the Digimon hadn't had a lot of good conversation since the last time they saw each other.]
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Temporarily deciding to disregard his partner's aversion to company, he waved a wing happily at the other Digimon partner, remembering their last conversation. He's pretty eager for a nice word. ]
HEEEY Lopmon! How's it going?
[ Forte slowed for a moment, irritation showing in the twist of his mouth. Biyomon wasn't the only one who had recognized the brown rabbit's voice. Then he kept moving.
The bird Digimon failed to take the hint. ]
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[Fluttershy glanced up when she heard Choco speaking, though shrank back just a bit at seeing the Biyomon's partner.
Still...one should be polite.]
H...Hello...
[Sprout just scowls at him.]
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Glancing over, the sight of a Biyomon made him smile. He liked the bird-like kinds of digimon. But it was the sight of the creature accompanying the Biyomon that really caught his interest. He hadn't seen a digimon like that yet.
Somewhere in the back of his mind, he noted Fluttershy's change in demeanor, but creature curiosity won out. And she had already said "Hello," after all.]
Oho wow! Haven't seen a digimon like that before!
[Glancing at Forte, he called over to him, pointing at the wolf-like creature with a grin.]
Hey dude? What kind of digimon is that?
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Oh, Choco? Got'cha.
[ Biyomon cheerfully corrected himself, clicking his beak together. He hadn't gotten the Lopmon's name the last time they'd chatted. ] Glad to hear it, Choco! Not much, really, training and that business with the train aside... That was kinda fun for a change.
[ He still wasn't too pleased about the virus-thing. But the bird digimon was just going to count his lucky stars that Forte had accepted he needed to eat and not be too sour about it.
When Fluttershy shrinks back slightly upon seeing his partner before giving that "Hello... ," Biyomon hides his own sympathetic wince of understanding. ]
...
[ At Martin's inquiring shout, the wolf-like creature's ears went up and its mouth opened slightly as if in assessment, before it bristled and growled, deep and static-y and unfriendly. Red eyes almost seemed to glow. It knew the stranger was pointing at it for some reason and it didn't like it.
Next to the Gospel virus, Forte looked decidedly unimpressed when he realized the identity of the girl from their encounter at the cliffs. It seemed she had not developed a spine during that time span. He watched her for a second before shifting his gaze to Martin.
Dude doesn't seem much friendly than his personal virus. ]
Gospel—[ he said flatly. ]—is not a digimon.
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Couldn't blame a partner for being protective of their Chosen, especially in the company of a stranger-...Wait, did he say that wasn't a digimon?
He blinked in surprise, before his grin spread even wider.]
H'no kidding? That's incredible!! I haven't seen any other creatures around here that weren't digimon of some kind.
[Of course, that begged another question. That the Bearmon on his shoulders was happy to pipe in with, leaning precariously off of his Chosen to stare at the wolf-like not!digimon.]
What is he then? How'd you get him if he's not a digimon?