Vanga
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Post by Vanga on Jan 21, 2008 19:36:15 GMT -5
“Don’t give me that, like you could do any better!” Palmon shouted in return, “Vee-Headbutt, indeed!”
But there wasn’t much time for arguing as she had to put her focus back into just keeping the distance between her and the Kokatorimon chasing them and slowly gaining distance. The trio couldn’t go on like this forever, eventually they would tire and it didn’t look like they were going to have much of a chance of outpacing their pursuer. The giant chicken didn’t seem a hair more tired than when he had first come bursting out of the forest after Palmon and involved Oliver in this whole mess. They wouldn’t even have the choice to keep running for long, however, for up ahead something was catching the bounty hunter’s sharp eyes, something that looked like a dark crack in the ground and a pretty big one at that.
“Canyon up ahead!” Oliver shouted, hearing the roar of a river deep below them, “It’s a dead end!”
“Now what?” Palmon asked hesitantly, glancing back at the Kokatorimon and not daring to slow her pace.
Oliver considered even as they continued to close the distance, trying to come up with a solution. The canyon wasn’t particularly large, but it was still a good couple dozen feet across and from the distant sound of the raging water likely over a hundred feet down. It was definitely enough to put their fleeing to a screeching halt. The forest continued on the other side with just a small few yards separating the cliff side from the tree line. Some of the longest branches stretched out beyond this dead land and over the empty space of the gorge.
Spotting one that was particularly close, almost a fourth of the way to them from the other side, Oliver instinctually reached for the lasso at his right hip, pulling it free with practiced ease. They didn’t have a lot of time and if he wanted this to have a chance of working than he would have to move pretty fast. Slackening the tight curl, he turned his attention to the two digimon running beside him.
“Take my hand, you two!” He shouted, reaching out to them, “I think I can swing us across!”
Palmon considered his words for a moment, before realizing his plan and nodding. Still, she didn’t take his hand. “I can get across just fine,” she explained, emphasizing this with a quick inch-long extraction than detraction of her finger-like vines, “worry about the Veemon, I’ll be okay!”
Running ahead of the two, she took a flying leap off the edge of the canyon and extended her arms, as if reaching for the other side. Out of her hands came her extendable vines, which latched onto one of the farther reaching branches. It was a tight reach, but she just managed to snag a hold on. Meanwhile, there was no more time to wait or second guess on Oliver and Veemon’s side, they were right on the lip of the edge. With one hand Oliver let fly the loop at the end of his lasso to latch onto one of the tree limbs as Palmon had done, with the other he reached out to the blue lizard-type digimon.
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Post by Dameon on Jan 21, 2008 19:53:49 GMT -5
Vee sweatdropped, wondering whether the boy was insane. He never had to put his trust in a human like this before, he wondered if this was a good idea. Then again, he hadn't much of a choice. Stick on this side and they'd be chicken food. He quickly reached forward and grasped Oliver's hand in his own, ready to take the swing of faith and hope to god they made it to the other side in one piece. "We better get across or I'm gonna kill ya!" He told Oliver -somewhat of a last-minute joke-, freaked out as hell while gripping the boy's hand very tightly.
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Post by Vanga on Jan 21, 2008 23:51:47 GMT -5
“Don’t worry,” Oliver replied, getting a strong grip on Veemon’s hand and giving him a reassuring smile, “I do this all the time and I usually don’t mess up.”
Maybe this wasn’t the best time of a joke right then, but it was how the young bounty hunter operated and it was too late to take the words back now as the lasso caught to a branch and he pulled the rope taut. Taking a leap into thin air, dragging the digimon out there with him, there was a momentary foreign sensation of taking flight, before gravity caught at their heels and they truly comprehended that they were hanging by a literal string. Momentum carried them forward as they swung over the gaping maw of a canyon to the other side.
Once they were in the clear, Oliver, who was not keen on losing this lasso too, gave a stern yank, cracking the branch the rope was tied around and sending it slipping out of the loop to plummet down towards the raging river below. Meanwhile, he and Veemon went tumbling to the barren ground safely on the other side, Oliver tucking himself in until the momentum died and they came to a stop.
The Kokatorimon, closer than he had seemed, came to a screeching halt at the lip of the cliff, gazing menacingly over the expanse at the trio. Palmon, safely on the other side and already finished dusting herself off, considered the giant bird before walking over the cliff ledge, getting as close to the champion digimon as she could from this other side of the canyon. After a moment, she took a vine-claw to her lower eyelid and pulled it down, sticking her tongue out at the chicken from the safety of her distanced position.
“Nyaha!” she taunted over, “Can’t get us now!”
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Post by Dameon on Jan 25, 2008 19:54:29 GMT -5
Vee's heart probably skipped a beat or two just then when he and Oliver swung their way across the gorge. It didn't particular soothe the digimon either with the little joke the man cracked, having made him even more pale in the face. He was literally kissing the ground a bit as soon as they landed on the other side, mumbling, "Thank you! Thank you! Thank you..!" He was obviously thankful to be ALIVE, thinking Oliver was a 'tad' insane.. though when the Veemon thought about it.. that 'was' kind of cool, what they did. He then laughed a little at what Palmon was doing while smirking at her. "Don't jynx us." He said simply.
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Post by Vanga on Jan 25, 2008 20:51:52 GMT -5
Veemon’s warning to Palmon went completely unheeded. Actually, by the time the blue lizard-type digimon could try to talk her out of teasing their foiled pursuer, Oliver was already standing by her side, striking a similar pose with his tongue wagging and a pulled down eyelid. It seemed kind of strange, and humorous, to see a more or less grown man acting so childish and carefree. As the two tantalized the Kokatorimon, it gave a glare their way and, with an agitated huff, turned around to march the way it came, back into the concealing cover of the forest tree line.
“That’s right, you undercooked turkey dinner! Head back where you came from!” Oliver shouted after it.
As things began to calm down, the human bounty hunter glanced down at Palmon, who looked up his way. They both wore wide grins and laughed with relief. Bending down, Oliver held his hands out, palms up, and the plant-type digimon slapped them in a double high-five, accompanied by a shouted “Alright!” from the duo. It was the first real friendly gesture they made towards each other in that moment of reprieve. However, it didn’t last long, as after a few moments a rustling could be heard from the forest’s edge on the other side of the canyon where they had just crossed.
“Hey, what’s that?” Palmon asked, curiously looking over the expanse towards the sound.
“Uh oh, something tells me it’s nothing good…” Oliver answered pessimistically with a depressed frown, mentally exhausted with all that he had to cope with that day.
It turned out that the bounty hunter was correct as suddenly the Kokatorimon returned, bursting out of the forest’s tree line and leaping off the edge of the canyon. It hadn’t given up, that huff was from determination, not resignation. The leave was only temporary so that it could get at the cliff side running. As it seemed to soar across the empty expanse, the giant chicken flapped its flightless wings to gain more glide time. Zooming over the trio’s heads, it finally came to a ground shaking landing at the edge of the opposite tree line, knocking down a couple trees with its momentum.
“Oh man, I hate it when I’m right!” Oliver shouted, turning around to face the predatory beast.
The Kokatorimon suddenly had them trapped between a rock and a hard place as it slowly turned around and moved towards them, stalking them with triumphant eyes. They didn’t seem to have a lot of options at that moment, it was the frying pan or the fire, or more accurately in this scenario the Kokatorimon or the hundred feet plummet off the side of the canyon cliff face behind them.
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Post by Dameon on Jan 26, 2008 8:27:41 GMT -5
Vee had sweatdropped and looked at Oliver and Palmon in shock, not to mention disbelief. How alike they acted yet they were at each other's throats only a moment before. He then shook his head before he too heard the rustling. He saw the Kokatorimon and sweatdropped, then felt his jaw slack as it made the leap.. and succeeded, effectively trapping them. "God dang it, you two 'had' to keep teasing it!" He cursed, stepping back slightly though realizing the cliff behind him.
'Relax Vee.. your tamer's a Legendary Warrior, that's gotta count for you, for SOMETHING..' He tried to assure himself, though no relief coursed through his veins yet. He then shook his head in disbelief at what he was about to do, charging forward. "Alright you overgrown chicken, eat this!" He thrust his hands back and launched himself forward, effectively -hopefully- slamming into the Kokatorimon's stomach with as much force and power he could muster, which was surprisingly a lot. If the Champion dodged.. well Vee would attempt to recover and land on the ground with a bit of dignity.
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Post by Vanga on Jan 26, 2008 18:06:23 GMT -5
As Veemon charged forward, falling into another Vee-Headbutt, the Kokatorimon was once again ready for it by the time of impact and shifted its superior weight accordingly. This time, though, the stronger attack actually pushed it back a step as it gave a grunt of pain. However, the giant chicken digimon was quick to recover and immediately firmed up, retaliating and knocking Veemon back with the slamming force of his heaving chest. Letting loose an angry “Cacaw!” and clearly interested in putting an end to this long dragged out chase, it began to stalk forward once again, glaring at them with its beady red eyes. At the very least it seemed prepared to give the beat down of its life to them.
“Oh, great!” Palmon exclaimed, taking a step back only to feel the edge of the cliff under her foot, “Now what are we going to do?”
Oliver was considering that too as his backtracking boot heel felt nothing but air from underneath. He was used to getting out of all kinds of sticky situations from his career as a bounty hunter back in his own world, mind that he never had to battle giant chickens in those circumstances, but he had already come up with two ways of putting an end to this little chase and the Kokatorimon had found ways to shrug off both hindrances in the end without missing a beat. He was starting to get a headache from all this thinking, alongside the exhaustion of running for so long he wasn’t in any particularly ideal state for coming up with a new plan. But if he didn’t think of something, and soon, they might very well be as good as burnt toast by the end of this encounter with their feathery foe.
Taking in the scene around them, he realized there weren’t many options. The relative cover of the forest meant going through the Kokatorimon and backtracking wasn’t an option because of the empty air just behind the trio. His digimon companions didn’t seem to be up to the same stuff as this giant chicken, there definitely seemed to be a gap between them. Palmon’s vines had merely agitated it and while Veemon had been able to push it back a step just now it had so far shrugged off two headbutts from the little blue lizard without being any worse for wear. Despite the seemingly hopeless situation, though, something was starting to come to the young bounty hunter as a smooth grin of consideration crossed his features.
“I think I’ve got a plan,” Oliver announced calmly as he slowly pulled free his second lasso from its place at his hip, hushing the two digimon with a glance their way before they could ask any questions, “just follow my lead.”
With that, he dashed away from them and to the left, Kokatorimon’s right. The giant chicken could have made a move to attack him, but it wasn’t sure who to focus on now that the group it had been chasing was split into two. In moments Oliver was to the side of it with a clear opening to the tree line and possible safety. He could have made a dash for it, abandoning the two digimon and saving himself. It wasn’t like he owed them anything; they were strangers he had just met no more than ten minutes ago. However, strangely enough, none of these thoughts even touched his mind as he set to work on his plan. He just wasn’t that kind of guy to abandon others in need.
His lasso unfurled, he let loose the loop and snagged a long tree branch, pulling hard on the rope to bend the woody limb back. He didn’t heave too hard, wanting enough slack to yank the loop free when he needed to. Ready in moments, he held onto the rope with one hand and took off his wide brimmed hat with the other, waving it in the air to call the Kokatorimon’s attention to him.
“Hey, featherbrain, over here!” he shouted, lobbing the insult as effectively as a rock.
The giant chicken-type digimon gave a growling cluck as it turned away from the two trapped digimon and glanced the human’s way. Without warning, the branch was set free and collided firmly with the bird’s face, sending up a squawk of surprise and pain as it backed up a step. As Oliver began to wind up his lasso, his part complete, Palmon began to smile as she realized what he was intending as the Kokatorimon shifted towards them, along with the cliff just behind them.
“My turn now,” she said to Veemon cryptically as she took off to the right, Kokatorimon’s left, stretching her hands out towards the digimon when she was opposite Oliver and standing behind their hunter, “Poison Ivy!”
The first few tendrils that reached the chicken-type digimon called its attention to Palmon as they slapped it hard across its feathery behind. Clearly growling deep in its throat, the Kokatorimon started to turn around and suddenly found its face bound by the rest of the tendrils, tying themselves around it with viselike determination, refusing to slacken as it suddenly began to shake its head in an attempt to escape. It wouldn’t be long before Palmon would be yanked off of her feet by the larger digimon’s superior strength, but she only had to play her part for a few more seconds if everything went as she thought Oliver had in mind.
As the Kokatorimon flailed about in confusion and anger at being harassed from all sides, there was enough room for Veemon to slide between its legs and come out the other side, so long as he had come to figure out his part in all of this. If he could put the berserking fowl between him and the side of the cliff, than he could use another headbutt attack to send the chicken-type digimon stumbling over the edge and out of their hair for good. So distracted by Oliver’s attack and Palmon’s binding vines, it probably wouldn’t realize enough to shift its weight against Veemon’s charge, making the next Vee-Headbutt far more effective than its predecessors.
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Vanga
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Post by Vanga on Feb 19, 2008 0:53:05 GMT -5
((Thread Update: Veemon has been ousted from the thread due to inactivity. Any interactions with him are also ousted or integrated in a way that they were between Oliver and Palmon alone when plausible.))
Finding the opening he was looking for from Palmon’s distracting attack as planned, the Kokatorimon didn’t notice Oliver come running towards it until he was already slamming his shoulder into the feathery side of the giant poultry. Caught off balance by the sudden collision of added extra weight, the giant chicken stumbled haphazardly towards the edge of the ravine before tumbling off the side with the releasing of a surprised screech of mixed shock and anger. The plan had worked like a charm, though except for one minor detail. In that bundled mass of falling feathers and frantically fluttering wings was Oliver, who hadn’t been able to separate himself from his surprise attack in time and was taken over the side with his intended target.
Realizing that something was off almost immediately, around the time when he was able to determine which way was down and found nothing by air in that direction for a good hundred or two feet, the young bounty hunter didn’t even have enough time to get off his own shout of surprise or try to flail his way out of the falling chaos before he felt a number of vines securely around his waist, reeling him in like a fishing line as he slowly ascended back to the top of the cliff face. Palmon had been fast thinking, quickly unraveling her vine-fingers the moment their target was sent stumbling and moving in to help the human who had helped her.
“You’re heavy!” Palmon called down negatively as she pulled mightily to lift the larger human.
“Maybe you’re just a squirt!” shot back Oliver, who quickly retracted what he said when he felt the vines acting as his safety harness slacken in the slightest, “Okay, okay, I take it back, just don’t let go!”
As he was nearing the top, the young man’s sapphire blue sights focused intently on the giant fowl below. Unable to use his wings properly for flying purposes, the Kokatorimon was making the best of the situation by flapping its appendages as hard as it could just to semi-float and have a relatively gentle landing far below. All along the way, it let out loud and angry clucks and caws that gradually grew softer as distance widened. It was going to be one angry bird for the rest of the day, but at least he and Palmon wouldn’t get eaten and the bird wouldn’t have to get hurt to keep that from happening. Shaking his head to clear up thought, quickly keeping his hat firmly on top when the action caused it to nearly slip and follow the Kokatorimon down its plummet, he finally faced skyward and took an offered green nub of a hand from the digimon he had met and helped.
“Well, that was a close one, wasn’t it?” Oliver asked shakily as he crawled over the edge and slumped onto the grassy ground with an exhausted thump.
“Tell me about it,” Palmon replied, falling onto her own behind the moment she didn’t have the human’s weight to support, her vines still retracting.
The pair looked at each other for a silent moment, then soon after the relief that follows after a close call sprang up suddenly as laughter practically spilled out of both of their grinning mouths. They may have argued a lot during their first meeting over the life-threatening heat of the moment, but at that moment as they relaxed and waited for the adrenaline fallout they couldn’t have seemed more a match for each other. That is, until Palmon was on her feet again and Oliver’s face was once again streaked in red marks from a painful slap.
“Now, who’s a weed?” the digimon asked as she retracted her vines once again that day, a slight vein seeming to throb in her forehead as she folded her arms across her chest in a prideful fashion.
“Jeez! You really need some anger-management classes or something!” Oliver replied angrily as he tried to rub away the soreness in his face.
After a moment, the young bounty hunter stood up, his boots digging into the grassy ground as his sapphire eyes looked out around him. He didn’t know where he was or what was going on. He was talking to a walking plant for crying out loud and the two had just escaped a giant man-eating chicken. His world had been turned upside down in a matter of minutes and he didn’t know what to make of it in the least. However, despite the anxiety, the fear, the worry, the confusion over what could possibly be going on, there was a deep seeded excitement sparking in his heart. He always was one for adventure and whatever this place was supposed to be he was sure to experience plenty of it here. _____
After a few moments of waiting, the human named Oliver Darnell started to walk away, not seeming to have a plan but that fact not keeping his steps from seeming surefooted. The plant-type digimon watched him curiously for a minute, almost in a daze as she considered him in his leaving. He was the strangest person she had ever met, and the only human she had ever met. He seemed so goofy and incompetent at first glance, a goofball who she would never have associated with back in her village because they would only make her look weak.
And yet, he was the reason for their miraculous escape from that Kokatorimon that all started because of her stupid bet. He had plenty of opportunity to ditch her, too, abandon her and force her to face her own messes. She might have gotten out of it just fine, somehow; at least that’s what he could have told himself as he left her to her own fate. But he didn’t and that’s what made him so interesting to her. No one had ever risked their life for her the way he did, she had always had to tough it out alone and, though she always managed in the past, it was begrudgingly nice to have someone help for once. As she tried to snap herself out of these thoughts, she found that Oliver was already a good ways away.
“H-hey, wait up!” Palmon suddenly shouted from behind him as she jogged forward after him, “Where are you going?”
“Not sure, exactly.” Oliver answered, continuing to walk as he weaved through the trees making up the second half of the forest growth, “I have no clear idea of where I am or how to get back to my own world. I don’t even know how to get back to that station and see if another one of those trains comes back. I figure if I keep walking I’ll at least come across a town or something, someplace to start.”
“You know, you’re going to need a guide if you plan to travel around the digital world.” Palmon voiced while scratching at her cheek nonchalantly with one of her vine-claws, “Someone who knows something about this place so you don’t get in trouble. I’m not exactly busy at the moment so I could help you out if you really wanted it.”
Oliver grinned as he looked over his shoulder, “If you want to tag along, you’re free to.”
“T-tag along!” Palmon stuttered, her face flushing red in stark contrast to her natural green complexion, “I’m trying to do you a favor here! It’s not like I don’t have anything better to do or something!”
“Fine, I could use the help.” The bounty hunter’s words as he smiled back caught the digimon off guard just when she was preparing for another fighting of words, “Let’s get moving before it gets dark out. I don’t want to find what other nasty critters call this forest home.”
Tipping his hat up a little to clear the brim fully from his sight, Oliver started to walk away again. Palmon stood there speechless for a moment as she tried to figure the guy out, but eventually gave up. Shaking her head in a defeated manner and letting a content smile wear itself across her face, the little plant-type digimon ran forward until she was by the human’s side, at which point the two walked next to each other, keeping a respectable pace as they made their way out of the woodlands.
[End Thread; Evp Evaluation Needed]
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