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Who: Lina Inverse, Gourry Gabriev, partners, others later
What: This is becoming a tradition. Investigating a sword in stone.
When: July 5th, 2009
Where: Paladin Point, Draco Island
"You really are a needy little thing, you know that, right?" Witchmon had said, eyes trailing up and down as if assessing Lina's stature, only days before.
Lina held her temper. Narrowly. So narrowly a Fireball generated in her palm before she snuffed it out. "Little."
A haughty laugh, and Witchmon adjusting her glasses before she returnd to the texts sprawled out on the table before her within the One Stop Shop. "You're too easy, you know that, right?"
Lina ground her teeth, and looked very much akin to a barely restrained, fanged demon at that moment. "GETTING TO THE DAMNED POINT... Ultimate Digimon. A Tamer's Ultimate Digimon. Not possible. Zero Arms. You know. Dish."
Witchmon gave an exasperated sigh, but didn't look up as she turned a page. "I do believe DATS' Commander Takamachi filled that in quite nicely, hm?"
Lina's hand slapped down on the book, actually managing to mildly startle Witchmon. "She only knows what HAPPENED. That's all anyone in DATS knows. You think I haven't checked that yet? REALLY?" She peered down at Witchmon's books. "So, what are you reading up on, ANYWAY, Witchy?"
Witchmon's brow furrowed. Lina could see the texts were in ancient runes that she wouldn't be able to decipher without extensive research, but... she had gotten to her, even if she just pissed her off. That was fine.
"Zero ArmS," Lina said. "That implies more than one."
More furrowing.
"S'a'matter?" Lina asked, not removing her hand, but leaning in dangerously close. "Cat got your tongue?"
It was a downright scowl now, coming from Witchmon.
"You're playing with fire, lovely," Witchmon intoned. "You should well know I don't cough up information that easily."
Lina backed off, snorting. "Can't blame a girl for trying," she stated, before sweeping her cape around and walking towards the door.
"...wait, that's IT?" Witchmon asked, sounding mildly disappointed. Usually, Lina put up more of a fight than all that.
Lina flipped her hair, but didn't bother to look back. "Oh, I've got a couple hunches. I'll check back with you once I've checked up on THEM."
...
Lina crossed her arms as she came within the shadow of the Omega Sword, jammed into the ground, and standing like a gleaming beacon in the middle of Draco Island. Very obviously? It had been once wielded by someone VERY LARGE.
"So, Gourry," Lina said, idly, in a tone that was hardly serious. "What would you think of THAT as a replacement?"
What: This is becoming a tradition. Investigating a sword in stone.
When: July 5th, 2009
Where: Paladin Point, Draco Island
"You really are a needy little thing, you know that, right?" Witchmon had said, eyes trailing up and down as if assessing Lina's stature, only days before.
Lina held her temper. Narrowly. So narrowly a Fireball generated in her palm before she snuffed it out. "Little."
A haughty laugh, and Witchmon adjusting her glasses before she returnd to the texts sprawled out on the table before her within the One Stop Shop. "You're too easy, you know that, right?"
Lina ground her teeth, and looked very much akin to a barely restrained, fanged demon at that moment. "GETTING TO THE DAMNED POINT... Ultimate Digimon. A Tamer's Ultimate Digimon. Not possible. Zero Arms. You know. Dish."
Witchmon gave an exasperated sigh, but didn't look up as she turned a page. "I do believe DATS' Commander Takamachi filled that in quite nicely, hm?"
Lina's hand slapped down on the book, actually managing to mildly startle Witchmon. "She only knows what HAPPENED. That's all anyone in DATS knows. You think I haven't checked that yet? REALLY?" She peered down at Witchmon's books. "So, what are you reading up on, ANYWAY, Witchy?"
Witchmon's brow furrowed. Lina could see the texts were in ancient runes that she wouldn't be able to decipher without extensive research, but... she had gotten to her, even if she just pissed her off. That was fine.
"Zero ArmS," Lina said. "That implies more than one."
More furrowing.
"S'a'matter?" Lina asked, not removing her hand, but leaning in dangerously close. "Cat got your tongue?"
It was a downright scowl now, coming from Witchmon.
"You're playing with fire, lovely," Witchmon intoned. "You should well know I don't cough up information that easily."
Lina backed off, snorting. "Can't blame a girl for trying," she stated, before sweeping her cape around and walking towards the door.
"...wait, that's IT?" Witchmon asked, sounding mildly disappointed. Usually, Lina put up more of a fight than all that.
Lina flipped her hair, but didn't bother to look back. "Oh, I've got a couple hunches. I'll check back with you once I've checked up on THEM."
...
Lina crossed her arms as she came within the shadow of the Omega Sword, jammed into the ground, and standing like a gleaming beacon in the middle of Draco Island. Very obviously? It had been once wielded by someone VERY LARGE.
"So, Gourry," Lina said, idly, in a tone that was hardly serious. "What would you think of THAT as a replacement?"