Re: Party Time! (Lyn/Closed) « Reply #30 on Jan 28, 2012, 12:02pm »
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width: 450px; padding: 10px; background-image: url(http://i53.tinypic.com/346ny28.gif); border: 5px solid #000000; -moz-box-shadow: 5px 5px 5px #000000; -webkit-box-shadow: 5px 5px 5px #000000;][style=width: 150px; height: 350px; background-image: url(http://i55.tinypic.com/w0g6iu.png); float: right; margin: 5px; border: 5px solid #47434e; -moz-border-radius: 40px 40px 40px 40px; -webit-border-radius: 40px 40px 40px 40px;] [/style][style=font-family: times new roman; font-size: 28px; font-style: italic; text-transform: lowercase; text-align: right; letter-spacing: -2px; color: #e1efdf; margin-top: 10px;]define your meaning of war[/style][style=width: 430px; font-family: courier new; font-size: 9px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: justify; color: #ffffff; letter-spacing: -.5px; background-color: #47434e; padding: 5px;]To me it's what we do when we're bored I feel the heat coming off of the blacktop And it makes me want it more Because I'm hyped up, outta control - - - - - - - - ★[/style][style=width: 264px; height: 260px; overflow: auto; font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; text-align: justify; color: #e9f5de; background-image: url(http://i52.tinypic.com/sym14x.png); margin-top: 5px; padding: 3px;]A smirk crawled onto the blonds face as his opponent went straight to champion before the battle had even gotten underway. He had told her not to hold back but he wouldn’t have minded a few trade off on the rookie level first. Of course it would be more fun this way. There was no point in a battle that was easily won. Without worthy opponents he had become bored with this world. If only he could figure out the final mystery of this castle. Then he would simply be able to travel to the real world and, and with the power of digimon behind him it would be a simply matter to conquer that realm. “Veemon….Play rough okay?” he stated to his little green partner. Who skillfully avoided the cannon ball which blew past Odin and demolished a tree a little ways off. Veemon giggled cheerfully as she wobbled a bit from the force of the attack passing by.
Regaining her proper balance Veemon dashed towards her opponent without warning. She may have been tiny cheerful and cut all the time, but she had also had strategy drilled into her small form by Sealdramon before he was reverted back to his rookie form. The main lesson she had been taught was how to use her attributes to their peak, and how to understand an enemy’s weakness. Right now she was at a disadvantage because of her opponent’s level, and size. However her opponent’s size was also her advantage. Weaving in close to her opponent’s chest put her out of the danger zone of the cannon balls. Her opponent seemed to be mostly a ranged attack type. So by eliminating the range she would force the opponent to fight an uncomfortable battle. Her strength was her melee attacks after all. If she could manage to stay in close against this type of opponent, even if it was a champion. She would be able to hold her own “Rapid Punch!” she stated cheerfully as her fists pistoned there way towards her opponent’s midsection. [/style][style=font-family: times new roman; font-size: 10px; text-transform: uppercase; color: #c0c0c0; text-align: center;]credit to crayola[/style]
[style=font: bold 10 px georgia; text-transform: uppercase; color: #000000;]312 words with odin, template by crayola[/style][style=width: 330px; font: 10px arial; color: #000000; text-align: justify; padding: 5px; background-color: #c0c0c0; margin-top: 3px; border-bottom: 7px solid #4d5251;]█ THE VEEMON WAS GOING TO TRY TO get in close to her, her little feet pounding the gravel to close the distance. Harlequin’s claws flexed and she fired off several more Cannon Balls to impede her advance, or at least slow her down long enough for the large robotic dragon to adjust and prepare.
█ IF ALL ELSE FAILED, she did have claws on all far limbs and razor-sharp fangs lining her jaw. They weren’t special digimon-attacks, but to a fleshy rookie—without an x-antibody, no less!—they would be painful.
█ AND IT WOULD PLEASE LYN to see her rip the creature to shreds.
█ LYN CLAPPED HER HANDS happily and gave a light squeal. “Oh this is going to be fun! So fun! I love a challenge! Maybe I’ll even see defeat today! Oh I wish Moreau was here to watch this and see Harlequin in action! Harlequin! Do try to make it past the Champion phase this time!” she called, waving her hand over her head.
█ IF THE DEXDORUGAMON HADN'T BEEN concentrating so hard on the Veemon, she might have been stung by this comment. However, her attention was on her opponent where it belonged.
█ MEANWHILE, IN THE KITCHEN, Doctor Moreau attempted to clamber up a counter side and, after several minutes and a lot of grunting, finally sat down on the counter and looked around. “I wonder if they set a timer or anything. . . . Not that it matters. I highly doubt that this fight will last very long once Lyn starts getting serious. Or rather Harlequin, since she’s the one fighting. . . ,” he muttered more ot himself than to the Commandramon in the room with him.
█ HE TURNED HIS GAZE TOWARD the gun-toting lizard. “How long have you and this kid been partners? You his original or his tag-along? I’m the tag-along, unfortunately.”[/style][style=width: 330px; font: 28px times new roman; color: #562c3b; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: -3px; margin-top: -10px; margin-bottom: -10px;]hidden violence revealed[/style] [style=font: bold 10 px georgia; text-transform: uppercase; color: #000000;]I'm sorry for the wait, baby. >:[/style][/style][/style]
Re: Party Time! (Lyn/Closed) « Reply #32 on Feb 7, 2012, 7:39pm »
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width: 450px; padding: 10px; background-image: url(http://i53.tinypic.com/346ny28.gif); border: 5px solid #000000; -moz-box-shadow: 5px 5px 5px #000000; -webkit-box-shadow: 5px 5px 5px #000000;][style=width: 150px; height: 350px; background-image: url(http://i55.tinypic.com/w0g6iu.png); float: right; margin: 5px; border: 5px solid #47434e; -moz-border-radius: 40px 40px 40px 40px; -webit-border-radius: 40px 40px 40px 40px;] [/style][style=font-family: times new roman; font-size: 28px; font-style: italic; text-transform: lowercase; text-align: right; letter-spacing: -2px; color: #e1efdf; margin-top: 10px;]define your meaning of war[/style][style=width: 430px; font-family: courier new; font-size: 9px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: justify; color: #ffffff; letter-spacing: -.5px; background-color: #47434e; padding: 5px;]To me it's what we do when we're bored I feel the heat coming off of the blacktop And it makes me want it more Because I'm hyped up, outta control - - - - - - - - ★[/style][style=width: 264px; height: 260px; overflow: auto; font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; text-align: justify; color: #e9f5de; background-image: url(http://i52.tinypic.com/sym14x.png); margin-top: 5px; padding: 3px;]Odin watched intently as his partner skillfully dodged the barrage of cannon fire that came her way. As playful as she was she was exceptional when it came to closing the gap against a ranged opponent. He never understood why she was so good as predicting the trajectory of incoming projectiles. It had to be more than just the training he had sealsdramon give to her. Since she lacked Sealsdramon’s ability to accelerate at super high speeds to simply dodge the attack; she had to predict the past of the attack prior to the attack actually happening. Right now her opponent’s movements were the key to this.
Finally managing to close the gap Veemon launched her counter attack. However much like Odin anticipated her fists did little to nothing when coming in contact with her opponent’s digizoid armoring. The armor itself wasn’t much had they both been rookies it wouldn’t have been an issue, but like this it was not going to go well. Veemon quickly rolled to the side and sprung back once again putting some distance between herself and her opponent. She glanced back at Odin expectantly. “Looks like we can't avoid it…..Digivolve” the blond stated in response to her gaze. Veemons form began to glow as her data reconfigured. “Veemon digivolve tooooooooo…….BlackGatomon…nya!” she stated completing her step into the next stage. Size wise she didn’t change much. Though her form was completely different she was over all the same size she had been prior to her evolution. Only now she was stronger, and faster. Shee peered intently at her opponent for a moment. Her form tensed as if preparing to attack. Then she licked the side of her paw and began to happily clean herself.
Commandramon leaned against the counter keeping an eye on the cake as he was commanded to do. The rat was talking to him about which partner he was revealing that he himself was the second partner. Commandramon sighed at the thought before responding. “I’m the original, but the Veemon…she’s more than just his second partner. You could say she’s the reason for his existence in this world” he stated without bothering to elaborate on any of it. He wished that he could be the one fighting right now. He felt it deep inside that he was capable of so much power, but Odin wouldn’t allow him past champion, not after the incident with lillithmon. [/style][style=font-family: times new roman; font-size: 10px; text-transform: uppercase; color: #c0c0c0; text-align: center;]credit to crayola[/style]
[atrb=style,width: 400px; background-color: #e8e3d6; padding: 5px;][style=border: 4px solid #2d3336; width: 25px; height: 100px; border-radius: 20px 0px 0px 20px; -moz-border-radius: 20px 0px 0px 20px; -webkit-border-radius: 20px 0px 0px 20px; background-image: url(http://i39.tinypic.com/lf6ms.png);] [/style] [style=border: 4px solid #2d3336; width: 100px; height: 100px; background-image: url(http://i39.tinypic.com/lf6ms.png); margin-left: 35px; margin-top: -108px; border-radius: 0px 20px 20px 0px; -moz-border-radius: 0px 20px 20px 0px; -webkit-border-radius: 0px 20px 20px 0px;] [/style][/style][style=float: right; width: 250px; font: italic 22px georgia; text-transform: lowercase; color: #2d3336; border-bottom: 3px dashed #2d3336; margin-top: -100px; font-weight: bold; letter-spacing: -2px; padding-left: 10px; margin-left: 5px]hidden violence revealed[/style][style=float: right: width: 150px; font: 8px courier new; text-transform: uppercase; color: #000000; text-align: center; margin-top: -65px; margin-left: 125px;]tag: Odin || words: 426 || credit: crayola[/style][style=width: 250px; float: right; margin-top: -0px; font: 9px courier new; color: #7a7a7a; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: justify;]Ring around the rosies Pocket full of poesies Ashes, ashes, we all fall down Nursery rhymes are said, verses in my head Into my childhood they're spoon fed Look at the pages that cause all this - [/style]
[style=width: 350px; border-left: 3px dashed #2d3336; font: 10px arial; text-align: justify; color: #000000; padding-left: 5px; padding-top: 10px; margin-top: 25px]As Harlequin had expected, her barrage left her a little bit of time, but the little thing seemed to be quite a bit more maneuverable. That was going to be a problem for her. . . . Harlequin liked to think of herself—and God knows Lyn did, too—as a powerhouse, but none of that mattered if she couldn’t hit her opponent.
Before she knew it, the Veemon was upon her. Her little fists pounded against her chest and stomach, but her armor took most of the impact. Harlequin took a step backwards and snapped her teeth threatening, nearly taking off the Veemon’s ear before she was able to duck away to safety. Harlequin snarled once and widened her stance a little bit. Such physical attacks weren’t going to do much and she needed to figure out a way to immobilize her opponent. . . fast.
Or, perhaps, become faster herself.
The brief moment of time where the Digivolution was taking place was the perfect opportunity. As the Gatomon began to glow, Harlequin popped her jaw open and fired off a single cannonball—this time it wasn’t a warning shot, either. It flew straight and true toward the forming BlackGatomon, hopefully taking the feline by surprise as she came out of the digivolution.
“Kitty!” Lyn squealed, dancing in place and rotating in a circle. She was hardly even paying any attention to the fight, but this newly formed kitty cat was reason enough for her to at least watch. Lyn much preferred to participate when she could, but this was Harlequin’s fight. The giant beast could take care of herself. . . who was Lyn to start barking orders at a creature that was built for combat? “She’s so cuuuuttee! She even said ‘nya’! HOW ADORABLE!”
Moreau could have sworn he heard Lyn’s squealing from the kitchen, but chalked it up to nothing more than some sort of delusion created by the amount of time he spent with the woman. He shook his head and glanced down at the Commandramon. He wasn’t going to press the matter.
“How long has this kid been here?” he asked after walking across the counter toward what looked like a microwave. He peered at it, but the digital clock didn’t look like it was counting anything down.
Sighing, he moved toward the stove to see if maybe the timer was set there. Or maybe there was an egg timer somewhere that he just couldn’t spot. . . .
“Lyn I think has been here a couple years. . . never really asked.” [/style] [style=font: 8px courier new; text-transform: uppercase; color: #000000; text-align: center;]notes: this is less terrible.[/style]
Re: Party Time! (Lyn/Closed) « Reply #34 on Feb 22, 2012, 5:21pm »
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width: 450px; padding: 10px; background-image: url(http://i53.tinypic.com/346ny28.gif); border: 5px solid #000000; -moz-box-shadow: 5px 5px 5px #000000; -webkit-box-shadow: 5px 5px 5px #000000;][style=width: 150px; height: 350px; background-image: url(http://i55.tinypic.com/w0g6iu.png); float: right; margin: 5px; border: 5px solid #47434e; -moz-border-radius: 40px 40px 40px 40px; -webit-border-radius: 40px 40px 40px 40px;] [/style][style=font-family: times new roman; font-size: 28px; font-style: italic; text-transform: lowercase; text-align: right; letter-spacing: -2px; color: #e1efdf; margin-top: 10px;]define your meaning of war[/style][style=width: 430px; font-family: courier new; font-size: 9px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: justify; color: #ffffff; letter-spacing: -.5px; background-color: #47434e; padding: 5px;]To me it's what we do when we're bored I feel the heat coming off of the blacktop And it makes me want it more Because I'm hyped up, outta control - - - - - - - - ★[/style][style=width: 264px; height: 260px; overflow: auto; font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; text-align: justify; color: #e9f5de; background-image: url(http://i52.tinypic.com/sym14x.png); margin-top: 5px; padding: 3px;]Avoiding the cannon balls was much easier now that Veemon had taken on a more nimble form. She stopped cleaning herself and eyed here opponent carefully. Her tail twitched in anticipation of the next attack. “Nya?” she inquired curiously when Lyn commented on the sound. She only ever did it to be cute, but this was the first time anyone seemed to notice. Suddenly she was off dashing high-speed towards her opponent. Making sure to move in a rapid serpentine pattern as to avoid as many ranged attacks as possible. Of course in shot that was aimed at where she was going to be rather than where she was at the time of firing would have a much higher chance of hitting her. When she finally came into range she leapt upwards directly above her enemy. Taking note of it cybernetic origins she had the perfect attack. “Lightning Claws nya!” she stated as she descended towards her opponent.
Commandramon considered the mouse’s questions for a moment. He wondered if it was okay to reveal that kind of information about Odin. It shouldn’t make too big of a deal if it was to them after all Odin had accepted them into the group long ago. “Odin he’s been here for…sixteen years now this world it’s all he knows, all he’s ever known. He was brought her by that Veemon…well long ago when she was Ladydevimon. The Dark Lady of the north was what she was called. However as fate would have it she was eventually deleted yet somehow she found her way bad ti us it is a strange thing. It’s funny how she used to be in charge but now she follows the orders of the very human she brought her for her personal use.” He explained a bit long winded, probably due to the fact that he rarely had anyone to actually converse with.” [/style][style=font-family: times new roman; font-size: 10px; text-transform: uppercase; color: #c0c0c0; text-align: center;]credit to crayola[/style]
[atrb=style,width: 400px; background-color: #e8e3d6; padding: 5px;][style=border: 4px solid #2d3336; width: 25px; height: 100px; border-radius: 20px 0px 0px 20px; -moz-border-radius: 20px 0px 0px 20px; -webkit-border-radius: 20px 0px 0px 20px; background-image: url(http://i39.tinypic.com/lf6ms.png);] [/style] [style=border: 4px solid #2d3336; width: 100px; height: 100px; background-image: url(http://i39.tinypic.com/lf6ms.png); margin-left: 35px; margin-top: -108px; border-radius: 0px 20px 20px 0px; -moz-border-radius: 0px 20px 20px 0px; -webkit-border-radius: 0px 20px 20px 0px;] [/style][/style][style=float: right; width: 250px; font: italic 22px georgia; text-transform: lowercase; color: #2d3336; border-bottom: 3px dashed #2d3336; margin-top: -100px; font-weight: bold; letter-spacing: -2px; padding-left: 10px; margin-left: 5px]hidden violence revealed[/style][style=float: right: width: 150px; font: 8px courier new; text-transform: uppercase; color: #000000; text-align: center; margin-top: -65px; margin-left: 125px;]tag: Odin || words: 524 || credit: crayola[/style][style=width: 250px; float: right; margin-top: -0px; font: 9px courier new; color: #7a7a7a; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: justify;]Ring around the rosies Pocket full of poesies Ashes, ashes, we all fall down Nursery rhymes are said, verses in my head Into my childhood they're spoon fed Look at the pages that cause all this - [/style]
[style=width: 350px; border-left: 3px dashed #2d3336; font: 10px arial; text-align: justify; color: #000000; padding-left: 5px; padding-top: 10px; margin-top: 25px]Lyn couldn’t help but to squeal louder, clasping her hands together and wiggling with delight. “Nya~ Nya nya~ Sing the Nyan Cat song for meee~” she pleaded happily, continuing to wiggle. It didn’t even seem to matter that she was in the middle of a battle. . . . Just that the little black cat attempting to beat up her robot was adorable as all get out.
Harlequin, however, was having a very hard time thinking that the cat was adorable.
Her chest knotted with more and more frustration as her shots pinged into the ground, creating small craters in the courtyard, peppering the land with pockmarks. She took little solace in the fact that the small feline was probably being pelted with clumps of hard-packed dirt. Harlequin’s fangs clicked together intimidatingly and with irritation, eyes narrowing.
Just when she thought the cat was going to leap at her, pounce as if she was the cat’s mouse. . . . She leaped into the air.
The DexDORUGamon’s slitted pupils constricted under the glow of her optics and her wings instantly snapped open, powerful legs shoving off of the ground. Gears whirred and her wings cupped with air, powering her toward the flying cat. This would be the cat’s single mistake—taking to the air. The sky was hers and the cat was rue the day she decided that an arial attack was the right choice to make.
Lyn snerked and giggled behind her head, a dreadfully demented sound. “Ke-heheheheh. . . . Guess I won’t be hearing that Nyan Cat song after all,” she chuckled loud enough to be heard.
Head pointed toward the airborne cat, Harlequin fired off another Cannonball. The grounded feline would most likely have no way to change course, but even if she did somehow avoid the oncoming cannonball, Harlequin had the maneuverability that she lacked and would suffice for a full-force air tackle—her metal caste form versus the BlackGatomon’s squishy flesh. . . . Her jaws began to slaver as she imagined sinking her teeth into such a tasty-looking morsel. . . .
***
“Wow, sixteen years, quite a while,” Moreau responded mirthlessly, staring down at the oven he sat upon. The white top was starting to get rather warm and it felt good against his small body. The rat found himself stretching out over it, lying with his belly flat against it. It probably wasn’t going to get any warmer, but that was good. Didn’t want to burn his poor tummy.
He looked up blankly at the Commandramon and then rolled over onto his back to give it some time with the warmth. “How does the little green thing feel about that? She seems pretty happy but I bet she’s pretty frustrated when she gets down to her LadyDevimon form,” he mused out loud, twitching his tail.
Dark Lady of the North. . . it sounded vaguely familiar, but that might just have been him getting confused with the Good Witch of the North from some movie that was in black and white and then wasn’t in black and white. . . .
Whatever. Same difference.
"Guess that's what you would call 'irony'." [/style] [style=font: 8px courier new; text-transform: uppercase; color: #000000; text-align: center;]notes: YAY FOR TERRIBLE POST.[/style]
Re: Party Time! (Lyn/Closed) « Reply #36 on Apr 11, 2012, 8:02pm »
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width: 450px; padding: 10px; background-image: url(http://i53.tinypic.com/346ny28.gif); border: 5px solid #000000; -moz-box-shadow: 5px 5px 5px #000000; -webkit-box-shadow: 5px 5px 5px #000000;][style=width: 150px; height: 350px; background-image: url(http://i55.tinypic.com/w0g6iu.png); float: right; margin: 5px; border: 5px solid #47434e; -moz-border-radius: 40px 40px 40px 40px; -webit-border-radius: 40px 40px 40px 40px;] [/style][style=font-family: times new roman; font-size: 28px; font-style: italic; text-transform: lowercase; text-align: right; letter-spacing: -2px; color: #e1efdf; margin-top: 10px;]define your meaning of war[/style][style=width: 430px; font-family: courier new; font-size: 9px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: justify; color: #ffffff; letter-spacing: -.5px; background-color: #47434e; padding: 5px;]To me it's what we do when we're bored I feel the heat coming off of the blacktop And it makes me want it more Because I'm hyped up, outta control - - - - - - - - ★[/style][style=width: 264px; height: 260px; overflow: auto; font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; text-align: justify; color: #e9f5de; background-image: url(http://i52.tinypic.com/sym14x.png); margin-top: 5px; padding: 3px;]From any point of view taking to the air was the best option for the cyber dragon. It would put BlackGatomon at a sizable advantage due to her lack of maneuverability in the air. However she wasn’t helpless even in this situation. Evolving had given her access to a new and very useful ability; an ability that could potentially nullify whatever advantage her opponent sought to gain by catching her in the air. Odin simply crossed his arms and watched silently a wide grin plastered on his face as the battle continued. It had been a while since he had been involved in a digibattle not since Lillithmon. BlackGatomon locked eyes with her opponent as the cyber dragon went on the offensive. It was the perfect time to use that ability. Her eyes began to glow, dimly at first but brighter by the second until there were radiant orbs of light. “Cats eyes” she stated activating the ability. Should it work the cyber dragon would be caught in an illusion under BlackGatomon’s control. Black Gatonmon decided should the ability work she would make Lyn seem to be Blackgatomon instead and BlackGatomon would be Lyn. If the Cyber dragon didn’t resist it there was a chance she would eliminate her own partner. Odin would like the Irony she thought. [/style][style=font-family: times new roman; font-size: 10px; text-transform: uppercase; color: #c0c0c0; text-align: center;]credit to crayola[/style]
[atrb=style,width: 400px; background-color: #e8e3d6; padding: 5px;][style=border: 4px solid #2d3336; width: 25px; height: 100px; border-radius: 20px 0px 0px 20px; -moz-border-radius: 20px 0px 0px 20px; -webkit-border-radius: 20px 0px 0px 20px; background-image: url(http://i39.tinypic.com/lf6ms.png);] [/style] [style=border: 4px solid #2d3336; width: 100px; height: 100px; background-image: url(http://i39.tinypic.com/lf6ms.png); margin-left: 35px; margin-top: -108px; border-radius: 0px 20px 20px 0px; -moz-border-radius: 0px 20px 20px 0px; -webkit-border-radius: 0px 20px 20px 0px;] [/style][/style][style=float: right; width: 250px; font: italic 22px georgia; text-transform: lowercase; color: #2d3336; border-bottom: 3px dashed #2d3336; margin-top: -100px; font-weight: bold; letter-spacing: -2px; padding-left: 10px; margin-left: 5px]hidden violence revealed[/style][style=float: right: width: 150px; font: 8px courier new; text-transform: uppercase; color: #000000; text-align: center; margin-top: -65px; margin-left: 125px;]tag: Odin || words: 491 || credit: crayola[/style][style=width: 250px; float: right; margin-top: -0px; font: 9px courier new; color: #7a7a7a; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: justify;]Ring around the rosies Pocket full of poesies Ashes, ashes, we all fall down Nursery rhymes are said, verses in my head Into my childhood they're spoon fed Look at the pages that cause all this - [/style]
[style=width: 350px; border-left: 3px dashed #2d3336; font: 10px arial; text-align: justify; color: #000000; padding-left: 5px; padding-top: 10px; margin-top: 25px]Lyn lost interest in the fight quite quickly with this new distraction and spread out her arms, spinning on the spot. “Nyan nyan nyan nyan nyan nyan nyan!” she wailed quietly to herself, giggling between fits of singing. She could almost imagine a rainbow tail to start following her as she spun, and the mental image made her squeal with glee.
She tired herself out presently, though, and stopped spinning. Lyn was panting slightly, but at least now she could focus on the fight a little bit more—not that she needed to. She wasn’t the one fighting after all and Harlequin knew how to handle herself. It was the digimon’s job to be able to handle themselves in a fight. This wasn’t some lame Pokemon battle from the anime where she had to hold her partner’s hand through the entire thing, telling her when to dodge and what attacks to use.
At best, she was just moral support! A cheer section! Until, that is, she decided to start throwing stuff to throw off the other Digimon. That was always more fun than watching.
There was only one problem with the BlackGatomon’s counter was that Halrequin was already on a crash course. The two Digimon’s eyes locked and the effects began to take place, the feline’s form shifting and becoming a new one—Lyn’s. By that time, though, it was too late. Harlequin collided with the cat who could do nothing to move out of the way, but there was that split second of uncertainty in the mechanical dragon.
Harlequin reached the apex of her ascent and snapped her wings open to steady herself in the air. Fretfully she looked around, perpetually narrowed eyes scanning the area for her partner and the Gatomon. Had she really seen Lyn falling from the sky toward her? No that didn’t make any sense. . . it was definitely the Gatomon she had run into. . . . But what if the black cat had an ability that she didn’t know about? An ability to switch position with someone? Renamon were known to do that but. . . .
A pained and confused snarl slipped past her teeth as she tried to figure out what was going on. Where was her tamer? Where was her opponent?
***
Doctor Moreau crawled across the stove and grabbed a hold of the oven door handle. With a small hop he swung down and dangled from the black bar, trying to peer into the oven from the fogged over window. It was too dark, though, so he tossed himself back up to the stove with a might swing. He hobbled slightly when he landed, but otherwise stuck it.
“Can you open this thing and see what the cake looks like? Hate to find out what were to happen if we let the cake burn. Dunno how long this kinda thing takes. . . ,” he muttered, motioning toward the oven while looking at the Commandramon. [/style] [style=font: 8px courier new; text-transform: uppercase; color: #000000; text-align: center;]notes: sjdlgjsldjggjdlgjg[/style]
Re: Party Time! (Lyn/Closed) « Reply #38 on May 29, 2012, 6:53pm »
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width: 450px; padding: 10px; background-image: url(http://i53.tinypic.com/346ny28.gif); border: 5px solid #000000; -moz-box-shadow: 5px 5px 5px #000000; -webkit-box-shadow: 5px 5px 5px #000000;][style=width: 150px; height: 350px; background-image: url(http://i55.tinypic.com/w0g6iu.png); float: right; margin: 5px; border: 5px solid #47434e; -moz-border-radius: 40px 40px 40px 40px; -webit-border-radius: 40px 40px 40px 40px;] [/style][style=font-family: times new roman; font-size: 28px; font-style: italic; text-transform: lowercase; text-align: right; letter-spacing: -2px; color: #e1efdf; margin-top: 10px;]define your meaning of war[/style][style=width: 430px; font-family: courier new; font-size: 9px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: justify; color: #ffffff; letter-spacing: -.5px; background-color: #47434e; padding: 5px;]To me it's what we do when we're bored I feel the heat coming off of the blacktop And it makes me want it more Because I'm hyped up, outta control - - - - - - - - ★[/style][style=width: 264px; height: 260px; overflow: auto; font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; text-align: justify; color: #e9f5de; background-image: url(http://i52.tinypic.com/sym14x.png); margin-top: 5px; padding: 3px;]Perhaps she was a bit out of touch when it came to actual combat in this form. It was not one she was really used to as she spent so little time in this shape, or it was simply bad timing on her part. Either way her attack didn’t go as planned. It had worked there was no doubt about that. Her opponent seemed to have held back a little in the confusion or at least tried to. The stupid beast didn’t have much control of itself in the air either it would seem regardless of having wings. Black gatomon groaned a bit as she sat up from the ground she knew the illusion was still in effect, and in that case she could use that fact to end this in one fell swoop. Since right now to her opponent she was Lyn…and Lyn right now would seem to be black Gatomon.
“Oh?!...How did I get over here?....Oh!? You hit me!...Nice shot though.” Black Gatomon stated she didn’t have to disguise here voice since the illusion would do it perfectly. She just had to speak in a manner that she figured that human girl would use. “Harlequin my dear, that cat won’t sing and it doesn’t play nice….please eat it” she stated ordering the cyber dragon to attack her own tamer. If the real Lyn tried to issue orders right now all the dragon would her is “Nya”. Hopefully the ability held out long enough for the match to end.
~Meanwhile~ Commandramon opened the oven and recoiled a bit from the heat before peering inside. “Well it doesn’t seem to be burnt…..do you suppose it is ready?” he asked curiously shifting his gaze to the large rat. It seemed that neither of them knew anything about cooking much less baking a cake. This was a horrible idea that their tamers had to leave them inc harge of this sort of thing, and then to hold them responsible if something went wrong.. [/style][style=font-family: times new roman; font-size: 10px; text-transform: uppercase; color: #c0c0c0; text-align: center;]credit to crayola[/style]
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[style=width: 350px; border-left: 3px dashed #2d3336; font: 10px arial; text-align: justify; color: #000000; padding-left: 5px; padding-top: 10px; margin-top: 25px]Harlequin picked herself up off the ground and gave her body a mighty shake, glancing at the Lyn that was opposite of the BlackGatomon. This didn’t make any sense. . . how had they switched positions? How had Lyn managed to show up in the air like that? Had that BlackGatomon played some sort of trick on her? That was the only plausible explanation. . . but. . . how had she done that?
Slowly the DexDORUGamon turned her head toward the Lyn was talking. She narrowed her glowing eyes and scrutinized every single word that came out of her tamer’s mouth. There was something. . . it wasn’t as flippant as it should have been, but it was the same words that Lyn used. . . . But there was still something. . . .
The DexDORUGamon didn’t know what to do.
“Hey! Harley-kins! Don’t just stand there like a lump!” Lyn called. What was taking her delightful pet so long to finish this little squabble? She had to get back to the cake! She couldn’t trust her Chuumon to get it out on time, and she wasn’t sure about that Commandramon, either!
Of course, all Harlequin saw was a BlackGatomon sitting there, looking all adorable. All she heard was “Nyaarrr~” as well.
Harlequin turned her head slowly toward what she thought was BlackGatomon. She couldn’t risk disobeying a direct order from her tamer—from Lyn of all people. Her claws started to glow and she started a light jog. . . then sprinted toward the BlackGatomon. She reared up on her hind legs, paws lifted in the air, but didn’t move. “Ohhh, Harley-kins needs a hug?” Lyn said. She could of course tell the difference between a friendly charge and an attack, but truth be told she didn’t care.
Her partner lifted her claws to strike, but she suddenly stopped, hind claws digging hard into the ground to slow her charge, but she still managed to slam into the BlackGatomon she had charged. Lyn let out a delighted squeak as she was laid out flat on her back, staring up at her confused partner.
Quickly, Harlequin scrambled back and stared at the BlackGatomon with wide eyes. Now she knew something was wrong. . . .
This Digimon didn’t have a Digicore.
***
Doctor Moreau sighed and shook his head. “Well it’s better safe than sorry. . . why don’t we just take it out and make sure it doesn’t burn? If it’s not done they can just put it in for a little bit longer when they get back?” he mused out loud before backing up and waving his hand slightly. “You better take it out though. . . don’t think I could lift that thing without burning my hands off.” [/style] [style=font: 8px courier new; text-transform: uppercase; color: #000000; text-align: center;]notes: harlequin eats digicores. :U So she would know.[/style]
Re: Party Time! (Lyn/Closed) « Reply #40 on Aug 12, 2012, 4:52pm »
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width: 450px; padding: 10px; background-image: url(http://i53.tinypic.com/346ny28.gif); border: 5px solid #000000; -moz-box-shadow: 5px 5px 5px #000000; -webkit-box-shadow: 5px 5px 5px #000000;][style=width: 150px; height: 350px; background-image: url(http://i55.tinypic.com/w0g6iu.png); float: right; margin: 5px; border: 5px solid #47434e; -moz-border-radius: 40px 40px 40px 40px; -webit-border-radius: 40px 40px 40px 40px;] [/style][style=font-family: times new roman; font-size: 28px; font-style: italic; text-transform: lowercase; text-align: right; letter-spacing: -2px; color: #e1efdf; margin-top: 10px;]define your meaning of war[/style][style=width: 430px; font-family: courier new; font-size: 9px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: justify; color: #ffffff; letter-spacing: -.5px; background-color: #47434e; padding: 5px;]To me it's what we do when we're bored I feel the heat coming off of the blacktop And it makes me want it more Because I'm hyped up, outta control - - - - - - - - ★[/style][style=width: 264px; height: 260px; overflow: auto; font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; text-align: justify; color: #e9f5de; background-image: url(http://i52.tinypic.com/sym14x.png); margin-top: 5px; padding: 3px;]BlackGatomon peered at her opponent. Why did she stop? She was slightly disappointed. This battle should be over already but now for some reason the stupid dragon was hesitating. Placing her hand on her hip she turned her nose up at the dragon and stated “Hurry up already I just know Moroe is gonna burn the cake…..My…I mean Odin’s beautiful cake” she stated and stomped a foot in impatience. She would have preferred if this battle was decided before her illusion wore off but that was starting to look like an impossible dream. Oh well if push turned to shove there was always her next form. This form was relatively new to her but if she were to move up to ultimate she’d be in her element after all she had spent countless years stagnating at that level of digivulution. She carefully planned her next course of action. Odin rarely gave orders from the sideline so his digimon were self-sufficient in combat without his guidance. If he were to give an order once the battle had already begun it simply meant that he was displeased with their current performance. For now however he was silent and this made her happy.
BlackGatomon knew the illusion wouldn’t last much longer, and it was foolish to think that she would be able to catch her opponent with that ability again during this fight. She had to seal the deal now, but there was no way she could approach without drawing suspicion, and ranged attacks were not her forte in this form. She glanced back at Odin who just stood and watched with his hands in his pockets. Looking back to her opponent who wasn’t paying any attention to her; she decided that now was the time to strike. Dashing forward with incredible speed, her catlike steps made no sound as she closed the already small gap between her and the dragon. The Illusion began to waive but it had done what she wanted she was now behind her opponent in it’s blind spot. She leapt towards it’s back aiming for the spot where it’s neck connected to the rest of its body. In that instance the illusion dissipated. “Lightning Kick!” she stated as she descended upon her unsuspecting prey.
Commandramon turned off the oven, and opened the door peering in at the cake. “My arms aren’t really long enough….Maybe we can leave it like this til they get back?” He asked then he decided that would probably be fine. He left the door to the oven open so it would start to cool down, then her walked over to the window and peered out wanting to see the battle below. From his initial view it seemed that Blackgatomon had the advantage even though she was up against a larger opponent. It wasn’t unexpected however. After all she was once the master of both himself and Odin even if her status has changed the past was still there. Commandramon turned back to the weird mouse. “Looks like your friend is about to lose” he stated before turning back to the fight.
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[style=width: 350px; padding: 30px; font: 11px calibri; text-align: justify; color: #000000; background-color: #e8e3d6; padding-top: 40px;][style=width: 320px; border-left: 3px dotted #464055; padding: 10px; padding-top: 30px;]Harlequin glanced fleetingly over her shoulder and narrowed her glowing red eyes with distrust. Lyn was acting mighty suspiciously. She hadn’t ever seen Lyn get irritated and she certainly hadn’t ever seen her stomp her foot like a spoiled brat. . . . And then there was this question of the BlackGatomon that didn’t have a core. That was unheard of. . . every Digimon had a Digicore. They were Harlequin’s main source of sustenance, one of her attacks based entirely around tearing one’s core from their body. . . .
And she could just tell this one didn’t have one for ripping. It was different in every Digimon and she had to be able to know where it was to grab it. . . . But it wasn’t there.
Spurred on by what she was still convinced wasn’t Lyn, but had no proof otherwise (besides, maybe Lyn was just getting irritated for once. It was hard to tell with that woman), the large zombie robot dragon stepped forward and picked up the BlackGatomon by what she thought was her scruff, but was the back of Lyn’s shirt.
That was another question. . . why wasn’t her opponent fighting back? All she did was meow and swipe at the air like a harmless kitten. . . . It was too strange.
“Harlequin! Excuse you!” Lyn gasped as she picked up off the ground by her Digimon’s metal fangs. She heard the threads in her shirt tear and looked up disapprovingly at her partner. “Now you put me down right this instance and think about what you’re doing!”
The DexDORUGamon did just that—but instead of setting her down gently she tossed her a few feet away and let Lyn flail for a second before she fell to the ground on her ass, hair starting to fall out of place from their pig tails. Lyn huffed and quickly scrambled to her feet, glaring at her partner. “Harlequin! Knock it off right now! Lyn is not happy!” she nearly growled, fists clenching.
She felt so. . . so out of control.
Her partner didn’t stop there, though. She charged forward and picked Lyn up by the back of her shirt again and did the exact same thing: tossed her a few feet away like a chew toy and bounded after her. This time when Lyn got to her feet, she backed up and lifted her Digivice. “Harlequin!” she hissed, pressing a certain key combination. She was beyond her usually playful demeanor, and as far as she was concerned this fight was now over. “I am not your opponent! Fall back in line!”
It was a few seconds too late, but nothing worth crying over. The BlackGatomon’s illusion faded and she came flying out of the air, foot extended for a swift kick to the back of Harlequin’s neck. The DexDORUGamon went rigid and nearly fell on her face, but her body was engulphed with a blinding white light and she was DORUmon again, lying on her chest with her rump in the air.
With a noncommittal sound, Lyn turned on her heels and headed back toward the castle without another word.
***
The announcement from the Commandramon brought a smile to Moreau’s lips. He stepped forward and hopped up to the window with a few precise movements and peered out in time to see Harlequin forced back into her rookie form by what was an angry Lyn.
“Heh! That oughta teach her some humility. . . . She’s always traipsing around like she owns me all the time! It’s about time someone brought her into the light! She’s not the shit!” he muttered with an irritated huff. He jumped down and hurried back toward the oven. “Lyn’s coming back. . . we better make sure everything is ready. . . she looks pissed.” [/style][style=font: 8px arial; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; color: #000000; padding-top: 10px;]tag: odin || words: 638 || credit: crayola || lyrics: korn notes: ohh you made her maaadd[/style][/style]
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