Subject: DWS - expanding the family ft. motor/balls 181 views

[masaru]

It was scorching. It always was in the west sector. The beating sun was a welcome thought with autumn and fall coming soon.

"Aniki, when are they coming?" Agumon whined, kicking a rock into the oasis.

"Soon, Agumon." His tamer answered with a grin. "I got a good feeling about these guys." He added.

Agumon nodded, trusting his tamer's instincts. They haven't (entirely) failed him yet. Besides, for all that thickness in his head, he's a surprisingly good judge of character.

He looked to the Tailmon nearby, keeping by the small inn. To Agumon, she sure looked tasty and they hadn't eaten anything since they had arrived. His stomach growled. "Nnnn." He whined, rubbing his stomach.

Masaru laughed, as a candy bar materialized in his hand from his menu. "Here."

Agumon was about to take it when the ground shook and it fell out of Masaru's hand.

"Shit, that was my last one." They (or just Masaru) looked around to see just what caused the ground to shake. He glared at the distance, seeing a few wiggly figures at a distance. "I think that's them."

ooc: yes, I purposely titled the thread that. sorry for the wait and the lack of any formatting.

[motorhead]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true] "All right, kid, this is it. You ready to prove what you're made of?"

[/color] asked Motorhead as he and his partner Digimon strode through the west sector. The tamer had his shirt thrown over his shoulder; it was way too hot to keep any unnecessary clothing on, after all. Hawkmon nodded to his tamer, his arms held gently behind his back as if he was pondering something. "Indubitably. I'll be sure to try my best for both of us," he responded with a light smile. This made Harley grin with pride. "Atta boy!"[/color]

He then looked over towards the horizon, seeing a few spots in the distance. "Hey, I bet that's them. Let's make a break for it, I don't wanna be too fashionably late!"[/color] Before Hawkmon could protest, the man was off at a run, practically flying through the sands in order to get closer to Masaru. In his head, he felt excitement brewing; what would their test be? He figured he and Hawkmon could take mostly anything that came their way, so he wasn't worried.

"Wait up! Ghhng, you are impossibleeee!" shouted the grumpy bird as he ran as fast as his small chicken legs could carry him.

HAWKMON
dma webpage
known attacks:
beak pecker
feather slash

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TAG: WHOEVER

000 WORDS

© MOO OF OTE

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[xzs2]

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normal tamer

"Cheddar! Catch!"

"I've got it, I've got it!"

The ball sailed above the desert, until--chomp!--a pointed set of teeth plucked it from the air. The DORUmon they were connected to landed in the sand with a faint whump.

"I gog ih," it said, grinning around a mouthful of red rubber.

In spite of the sweat pouring down his face, the teen accompanying the Digimon was grinning just as widely as he jogged over to wrestle the ball from its mouth. Cheddar refused to give it up easily, but this too was part of the game, and Gourmet was happy to play along.

«Hey, heyy, come on, give it up!»

It might not be able to understand the English he spoke, but the Digimon could hear the chuckle in his voice; eyes gleaming, it twisted its long neck around to keep the ball juuust out of reach of its tamer's grabbing hand. Gourmet damn near had the thing in a headlock by the time he managed to snatch the toy away, and by then the both of them were exhausted from heat and laughter.

Wiping the slime from the ball onto his jeans, Gourmet glanced up, started, then ruffled the DORUmon's furred head and pointed into the distance. "There! Look!"

Assuming they weren't staring at a mirage, there was the inn and oasis, not even a half mile from where they stood. Pocketing the ball for now, the teen shared the remainder of his water bottle between them before breaking into a jog, his Digimon hot on his heels.

After that long and boring trek through the desert, the last few minutes it took to reach the oasis seemed to pass in a flash. As they neared, Gourmet slowed and raised his hand in greeting; behind him, Cheddar glanced up, saw what its tamer was doing, and mimicked the gesture.

"Hi! Are you Masaru? «Dude, I hope they've got something to drink here. I want to drown in soda. Like, I think I'm gonna do that when I log off.»"

[masaru]

His hand curled into a fist with his thumb sticking up straight. He pointed towards himself with it. "Yep. Name's Masaru. This is Ag -- " He stopped hearing the other guy, Gourmet Balls, talk in some weird, funky language. "Foreigner?" He didn't judge, just spouting what instantly came to mind. It did bother him that he couldn't understand a thing that the guy said.

"Man, speak Japanese." Masaru scratched his head, trying to think of what the kid was saying. Even if he could understand a bit of that strange language, the kid talked fast.

Agumon took note of the other pair that just made it to the scene. He greeted the digimon first. "Hey!" Masaru turned his attention to the other pair as well. Another wave. "Yo."

They were probably waiting to see their test into the guild right? It's why they were here in the first place. Agumon nodded to his tamer, silently agreeing to get one with the show. This test of theirs wasn't gonna be that big at all.

"Lemme see if I got this right," Masaru began. "You're Gourmet Balls." He pointed to the tamer of the DORUmon. "And, you're Motorhead, yeah?"

[motorhead]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true] Motorhead looked over to the kid whose handle made him chuckle; Gourmet Balls, eh? When his DORUmon followed, Harley gave a wave back as well as his Hawkmon. "Why are you chewing on that thing?" the bird asked curiously, his eyebrow raised in questioning. He had never seen a Digimon carry around something like that before. Motorhead let the red creature speak and instead looked over at Masaru, nodding in greeting. "Aye, that's me, man."

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The sudden spouting of English made him jump a little. Stop, you're making me thirsty now,[/i][/color] he said back with a smirk. Hey, if his full name was Harley Dawson, it was probably pretty obvious which language he was more fluent in. He was always a bit shaky on his Japanese, but he was glad to see a kid that spoke English around here as well. Turning back to Masaru, he gave a snap so that Hawkmon would go to his side and pay attention.

"We're ready for our test, mate. Bring it!"[/color] He grinned good naturedly and pounded his fists together, making his Digimon groan in exasperation and shake his head. "You look utterly barbaric, 'mate'." The mocking tone earned him a sock to the back of the head.

HAWKMON
dma webpage
known attacks:
beak pecker
feather slash

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TAG: WHOEVER

000 WORDS

© MOO OF OTE

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[xzs2]

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normal tamer

Gourmet had heard all manner of remark on his nationality back in school, and when Masaru commented, all he could do was raise his hands and shrug: what's it to you?

As annoying as it was, he didn't seem too bothered. He waved the other two in with the same amount of cheer he expressed on his own arrival. His Digimon mimicked him again, then snapped its head toward Hawkmon when it was addressed.

"The thing?" Cheddar tilted its head. It didn't have the ball on it now; Gourmet had tucked that away somewhere. Puzzled, its only answer was a succinct, "I dunno."

Its tamer declined to respond directly to the other player's comment in English, but offered him a bright grin and a nod of his head. The dude who they'd come to meet looked like he was about to speak, and he couldn't afford to interrupt when he already had a hard enough time understanding plainly spoken Japanese.

Fortunately, introductions weren't terribly complex.

"Yeah. I'm Gourmet Balls," he replied, strangling back a snicker at Masaru's pronunciation. He indicated the DORUmon beside him with his thumb. "This is Cheddar."

"Hiya!"

"Eh, so... The test. What is it?"

[masaru]

"Boru?" Masaru didn't get the joke, but settled with an easier word to say for that Gorum -- whatever it was. He wasn't going to dwell on it any further, grinning again when they'd mentioned the tests.

"We're all about helping folks, yeah?" He waited for some sort of response before continuing, "haven't heard much about either of ya, but there's always fights to take care 'f and people findin'."

"Agumon and I know West Sector like the back of our hands." That was going to be the only clue they got before the test started.

Masaru took up a fighting stance. Agumon did as well. Both of them were serious, but still grinning. These two guys seemed alright, but he was always one for action. The best judge of a person was the feeling of their fists.

"Free for all match. Right here. Right now."