#indentedheartner

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@rathalascendant @indentedheartner || mari why'd you bring a kid to a monster fight, just bring a gun

"Uh, Mari." Kyle looked between Mari and the kid behind her for a moment, vaguely confused. "We were meeting for a mission, right?"

He was pretty sure that had been the plan? Unless he'd misunderstood the Scrivener letter entirely, and Kyle didn't think he had. So, why a kid? Was she babysitting or something? Kind of dangerous, though...

Well. She must have a reason, right? She usually did. Maybe he was part of the mission and he just hadn't been told about that part.

"Where are we taking him?"

[rathalascendant-a]

@indentedheartner sent: 🤝 19

…on a scar.

IT IS RARE TO SEE HER WITHOUT ALL OF HER GEAR ON while out in the open. To spare her usual clothing from being drenched in sweat, the teen donned clothing more suitable for exercise than combat. The hot sun further tanned her olive skin, giving it a slight sheen with the added sweat she'd long since broken. Nearby, an old training dummy, worn from exposure and constant battering, stands planted into the ground. Despite its obvious wear, it looked quite proud.

The rider often brandished her knuckles until they bruised, even under the thick protective cloth that she wrapped around them. After a training session observed by her younger brother, Mari had sat down and begun to unravel the cloth from her hands.

That was when she felt the younger's hand gently trace the innermost portion of an old scar that was blazed across her right shoulder. It stretched from the base of her neck to halfway down her elbow. It was slightly tender and smooth to the touch, like skin that had blistered and then healed over.

She toward him briefly, instinctively jolting at his touch before relaxing and continuing to unravel the cloth from her knuckles. " . . . Burn scar from a rage-rayed anjanath. It was my third night on patrol." She explains. "It'd come out of nowhere . . . managed to get back at it eventually, but that wasn't until the day I met Ena."

[blightts]

@indentedheartner // continued from here

Ugh. Aubrey really, really did not like this guy. But she did need his help. And… she did have an offer, though it really felt like making a deal with the devil. No matter how she sliced it, in this situation, she was going to be mean. She was going to hurt someone. And it was going to be on purpose.

“That kid you like picking on, Daisuke or whatever. I’ll break his legs for you.” She does not make eye contact. She looks away, closing her eyes. Wincing with the thought.

But the thing was, she would do it. She would hate it, but she would. Aubrey was that desperate.

[variouscolors]

[meme list]

@indentedheartner: “what have you done to yourself?”

[i know we talked about an idea previously but i got the urge to write down Lightni again so here we go...]

"Do ya think it's easy to walk on the ice without ice skates?!"

"What did you find in this friggin' cold frozen frosty nightmare area?! All I see is… ice, snow and this helmet's visor getting FOGGY!"

He hated the cold, he's more likely to enjoy the warmth of summer, even if it is hot.

"If I see Santa I'll hope he does not recognize me, I don't want to get into the naughty list again!"

Despite everything, Lightni was still Daisuke anyway...

[sonorous-eisfyl]

// starter for @indentedheartner

"We have gotten reports that a child stowaway has run off into the forest. For their safety, we request your help to bring them back to Astera"

---- Ah, right, that was the other request that the higher ups had asked of him. He heard the commotion of the event while he was at the canteen earlier in the day- a child having somehow snuck onto one of the argosy ships coming to the New World during its supply run. Said child also ran off into the Ancient Forest upon being discovered, and now the commission was sending hunters that were available every so often to go out and try to find him.

Frosting was one of those hunters.

Well, at least, it was more like he only joined the effort due to the fact he was already heading to the forest. Maybe they were hoping that he, as a younger hunter, wouldn't scare off the other; seeing as they could be in a similar age range? ... He wasn't sure.

Originally, he came to look for some elder dragon tracks- having split up the searches with his assigned partner in separate locales to cover more ground. With a bowgun slung over his shoulder he sighs, walking through the thick greenery and shoving plants out of his face as he treaded down the familiar paths and under the large trees. Honestly, where would he hide if he were a small(er) child in a really, really big forest that had potentially dangerous monsters lurking about? Probably anywhere- considering how much greenery made up the forest. There were a lot of places someone small could squeeze into.

. . . It wasn't like finding that kid was his main goal anyway.

He crouches down by some peculiar gashes in the dirt in a small clearing that he spotted, running his hand over them thoughtfully. Guess he'll look around this area for now. The sooner he collects enough evidence for the researchers, the sooner he can consider getting a late snack once he returned.

[kelfuffle]

we got a bone to pick with @indentedheartner​ !

“ HEY! ”

it’s like this every single time. kel spots ken, kel remembers ken’s a jerk, kel bothers ken until he’s blue in the face, and so on. here we go again! running over with a dodgeball under his arm, kel yells again.

“ HEY! what's that you’re drinking? it smells weird. ” he doesn’t even let an answer come before guesses fly out his mouth. “ is it prune juice? is it a sports drink? you don’t even look like you do sports, what do you need that for? ”

[glassesandpassion]

@indentedheartner​

Ichijouji Ken, the boy genius. Ichijouji Ken, her former celebrity crush. Ichijouji Ken, also know as the Digimon Kaiser, the foul-hearted dictactor who’s been destroying the Digital World for months now.

Miyako knocked on the glass door from his balcony, with Hawkmon perched behind her on the fence. Yes, the Kaiser was a tough enemy on digital ground, but she wanted to see how he’d fare in the Real World, stripped of all his arsenal and, worse, with his parents sleeping inside the room right next to his.

- Ichijouji Ken-kun, I’ve come to bargain!

[moonfeller]

@indentedheartner Time to harass Ken :)

For native digimon, the server was quiet..unusually quiet. There was a stagnant air that hung like oil. Something had happened, but with no concept of time to use as a frame of reference, life marched on in the digital world. For Lopmon? It knew no different. A quiet server, it was chalked up to. It’s not like many were around to tell it otherwise, either. 

Swarms of Flymon and bubbling Otamamon broke the silence in the clearing, but the thicket nearby had its own racket as a certain little Lopmon foraged around and crammed as much food into its mouth as it could. Content with what it found, the little beast waddled off to enjoy the spoils.

it’s delight would be short lived as the pile in its arms stopped any semblance of sight and it only managed to take four steps before stepping on its own ear and tripping itself. A miraculous tumble sent the fruit it’d found flying, and while it was face down on the ground it heard some break and others impact something with a thud.

A soft, wailing groan escaped it as the little Lopmon finally lifted its head, staring bleary-eyed at where the fruit had  gone. .. that wasn’t a tree. Was it another digimon? It couldn’t think of any that were long and skinny like that, though. Instead, it grumbled as it sat back up.

“What’s a weird looking tree doing here...?”