Festival Week End / Hououmon's Destiny

[dive_npc]

Who: Open to All
What: Festival Closing Ceremony
When: March 22nd, Late Evening
Where: Phoenix Colosseum

Comments

Re: Crazy Scythe Dude Getting The Hell Out of Here

[goldengirlshar]

Flamon had a clean mouth considering some of his friends.

Not right now.

"MOVE YOUR ASSES UNLESS YOU WANT ME TO FUCKING TOAST YOU!"

He was a child digimon; this threat was pretty ineffective. Taking control of Sharpay's wheelchair, he considered using the chair to mow down everyone in his way.

"...If I tapped on your casts, would you feel it?"

Sharpay looked at him wide-eyed. "If you tapped hard."

Flamon made his decision. "You can kill me later, but damnit, Shar, I'm not losing you!"

Taking a deep breath, he ran straight through the crowd in front of them, any digimon unfortunate enough to be in the way getting bowled over. Sharpay was whimpering by the time they crashed into some random - with a scythe? - but the important thing was Sharpay was alive.

Re: Crazy Scythe Dude Getting The Hell Out of Here

[goldengirlshar]

Sharpay screamed.

"It's not a weapon, you tard, it's how my Tamer gets around!" Flamon yelled...before the scythe registered properly. "SHIIIIIIIIIIT."

Spinning the chair around, he ran for it. Again.

Re: Crazy Scythe Dude Getting The Hell Out of Here

[goldengirlshar]

Flamon didn't turn back, but still felt the need to argue the point. "Only if you're intending to hurt people with it!"

"Is this really the time to fight over a definition?" Sharpay shrieked, turning around to glare at Flamon before screaming at the sight of the scythe again.

Re: Crazy Scythe Dude Getting The Hell Out of Here

[goldengirlshar]

Sharpay leaned back as far as she could go in the chair, eyes wide.

"I'm arguing morality with a scythe-swinging madman," Flamon muttered. "What is wrong with this picture?"

"What's right?!"

Re: Crazy Scythe Dude Getting The Hell Out of Here

[goldengirlshar]

Fire was Flamon's element. It took barely a split-second for him to decide what to do: Run straight at the flame.

"What are you doing?!" Sharpay demanded.

"Baby Salamander!"

Throwing up his own flames, Flamon disappeared into the fire. For a moment, nothing happened - if you weren't watching Sharpay's D-Comm, which was flashing green.

Then the column of fire shot straight upwards, gradually taking the shape of Agnimon. Grinning, Agnimon landed in front of Sharpay. "Let's get out of here."

With that, he scooped up Sharpay, wheelchair and all, before she had time to react, and made his exit to the lightpost.