Vincent/Koen
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Post by Vincent/Koen on Nov 26, 2010 5:46:30 GMT -5
"STOP!"
As if being used like a paper bag for a hyperventilating person, patamon was rapidly breathing to the beat of his heart. His eyes were staring as if he were a deer on a highway crossing a semi-truck's path. He lies there, as if afraid his dream will come to life the moment he moves. That was scary.
Patamon was referring to the digimon of his dream, which called itself Shantlomon. A product of his imagination, it was a giant with wood for a body and deep booming voice whenever it talked. It had the power to talk to Patamon with its mind as it would break the world around him. It wanted to hurt Patamon because it said it left him behind. There was no fighting or escaping it. If that was real life, then he wouldn't be awake and scared.
"Veemon!" Starting to cry. he gets up and nudges his room mate. If they weren't at the park and with Brittany, she would be the one he would want comfort from. The sun starts to rise, as the whiny rooster tries to let Veemon know, "Veemon! Wake up! Please get up!
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Post by Miyagi Kasumi on Nov 29, 2010 10:39:22 GMT -5
This had been the process in which the blue digimon had become accustomed to over the past few months. He was to be the sitter to the Patamon and to watch after him when Brittany wasn't around to do so. It wasn't so bad at times, in till moments like this occurred. The digimon was younger than he was, at least in experience, so he had no choice but to take the role of big brother. Though he really wondered if he was really cut out for that, easy going as he was? Yet, the choice wasn't his to make, for if Brittany learned that something happened to him, he'd get an ear full. Rising up with his eyes still close, the Veemon yawned as he looked towards the winged rookie with a calm expression. "I'm up! What up!?"
It was so early in the morning, even he didn't get really active about close to midday, and that was mostly due to the fact that they needed to be sure to move to a safe location to avoid detection. |
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Vincent/Koen
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Post by Vincent/Koen on Nov 30, 2010 11:20:12 GMT -5
This was indeed not the first time the young winged-digimon had waken up the elder. It seems that he was plagued with nightmares, with it being about the 24th time. Must be grating as it seem every other dream is him being chased or deleted by some type of nasty digimon. Otherwise, Patamon can be seen as most little brothers. Though he has his good points to him, but he irritably can be bratty and annoying.
After Veemon asks, Patamon stops crying. The expression changed to one of horror. It was two minutes before he shared the realization. "Veemon... I'm being haunted by a deleted digimon. He's angry and knows it's my fault that he got deleted. I don't think he'll ever forgive me."
His voice and eyes got filled with sorrow. More so than when he woke up crying. The ghost has been haunting him for a long time.
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Post by Miyagi Kasumi on Nov 30, 2010 11:52:15 GMT -5
Veemon sighed while he allowed his eyes to roll upwards before returning their gaze towards Patamon. Haunted by the ghost of a digimon? Truly that wasn't too uncommon, but it usually came when you were the one to actually delete them. At least, that was the case for him when he had done so for the first time.Yet, it didn't really disturb his rest for too long, it was all apart of nature. That and he had done so for his own survival. That was what it was all about in the end, survival.
Digmion were built with the knowledge that it was life or death. You could either survive or let someone else kill you and keep living. It was harsh, but that was just the way their world worked. Now, if you happened to find a tamer, things became little more challenging. This was because it wasn't just you anymore that had to live. At least, that was the way he saw it. But it seemed that the blue digimon was now just thinking about a completely different subject.
"Hey...Calm down....Look around Patamon. There's no bad digimon here, it was just a dream...nothing more. Nothing haunting you....So relax alright?"
Patting the smaller digimon hand with his hand, the Veemon rose up from the ground as he stretched his arms up in the air.
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Vincent/Koen
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Post by Vincent/Koen on Jan 12, 2011 12:39:18 GMT -5
The patamon begins to calm down. However, for a minute, he was half preoccupied with thinking hard back on a sad memory. Looking at the ground, "Veemon... I'm a lot weaker than I look."
It sounds like he's suppose to follow it with a bigger confession. If he had bother to look at his babysitter, Veemon would see he's choking on what to say. Obviously, it's not going to be a fun little chat. Unless those were actually tears of joy streaming down his face.
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Post by Miyagi Kasumi on Jan 12, 2011 13:05:29 GMT -5
Veemon blinked as he heard this comment, letting his gaze linger down towards the Patamon. A sigh then escaped from him as he rubbed the back of his bald head. Brittany was much better at this than he was, so why in the world was he doing this job again? The kid could easily fit inside the girl's bag and hang around with her. With him, he had to try and figure out what to say so not to upset him or anything.
"Why would you say that Patamon?"
The dragon then let his arms return to his sides, turning his body so that he was completely facing the small digimon.
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