morning run...ins -- OPEN

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There weren’t many people up at this time in the morning, which Gwen preferred when she went out on her runs. She had friends and she liked hanging around them, but when she was on her daily runs or laps around the pool, she’d much prefer if there were no distractions. It was like every time she went on her daily, habitual exercise that she was training or something. She wasn’t, but it was just a habit she had kept from when she really was training for the school team. Currently, she was making her way to the gym, a bag packed with her other clothes so she wouldn’t have to go back home before heading out again. Miles was tagging along and she was pleasantly surprised when the digimon didn’t seem to have much trouble keeping up with her pace; especially with the shield he always carried on his back, when it wasn’t in use…and the spear, which was kind of a hazard but he assured her he wouldn’t accidentally maim anyone. When they got to the gym, instead of heading towards the pool area, Gwen made her way over to the punching bags. She still boxed, every once in a while, so she liked to practice every once in a while just to keep up with it. Miles didn’t do much boxing wise, but he did end up running a bit on the treadmill with her afterwards. It felt odd, bringing her digimon partner into the locker rooms, but she kept him right there, out in the open to ‘guard her things’ as she showered. It worked out pretty well, as now she at least had someone watching to make sure no funny business happened. As soon as she finished getting dressed in her usual clothes: a pair of jean shorts, knee high lace up boots and a sleeveless shirt, the duo began to wander around. They hadn’t any plans so Gwen thought they may as well walk around the city for a bit and see what happens. It wasn’t as if she needed a plan or schedule to adhere to anyways – sometimes just being spontaneous was the best thing to do; though she did lament about not bringing her car or motorcycle. That crossed racing out of the list fairly quickly, unfortunately. "What’re we gonna do, milady?" Miles asked, causing Gwen to roll her eyes at the ridiculous nickname he chose for her. How he came by it, she’d never know. "A dunnae know…haw abit we gie somethin’ tae eat first?" she suggested. They hadn’t a big breakfast before heading to the gym, so she would’ve been hungry even if she didn’t exercise, which she did so her hunger was just increased. They were heading towards a nearby market to get something for breakfast, or a snack, when Gwen tripped…over nothing. Stumbling she nearly ran into someone, an embarrassed flush crawling upon her cheeks, causing them to turn pink. "Aw guff. Aam sae sorry!" she apologized, as Miles helped steady his clumsy tamer just by being there for her to right herself with. Dual colored eyes glanced up in apology, as soon as she caught her balance.

KITTY OF GS

TAG: OPEN
NOTES: feel free to join, anyone is welcome

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tara hunt

@guinevere - Hope you don't mind me jumping in!

“Listen, we’re not going to be late, don’t worry,” Tara huffed, her pace a steady jog as she took the twists and turns of the city, hugging them tight like a lover’s body. And while the woman wasn’t physically tired from the small exercise, her partner, Obelisk, was draining her emotionally as he hovered behind her, badgering Tara bout the time. The Solarmon made a pitched keening whistle as he nudged Tara’s shoulders repeatedly. “Please, Tara, next time I want warning in advance that you are going to change the schedule,” the digimon explained as if that was the most obvious request in the world. And, in some ways, perhaps it was. Tara knew Obelisk was a stickler for time and any variation away from the planned day was a catalyst vaulting him into a fiery temper tantrum. Well, alright, perhaps that was a bit too harsh, Tara thought to herself as she nudged the Solarmon back gently. Obelisk never had temper tantrums so to say, but he could get a bit hot headed sometimes. It was just in his nature, she supposed. And in Tara's own. “It was a spur of the moment kind of thing! Just enjoy the jog, will ya,” the purple haired woman replied, shaking her head as she picked up their pace. That was true, though, Tara hadn’t planned to run this late in the morning, not when she normally preferred getting up early to work out. At least Obelisk, for as hounding as he was about time, made for a great alarm clock. Not to say that Tara only appreciated her partner as a material tool, she loved him deeply, but she sure as hell couldn’t deny the bonuses Obelisk had. “We’ll be back at the bar before you even know it and we’ll have so much time to kill you’ll be bored out of your mind.” Tara heard a tinkle of metal clicking against metal, of the sound of Obelisk’s gears as they turned around him in that peculiar chuckle of his. For as much as the Solarmon could be a stick in the mud, the last five years of them being together had started to loosen him up. The fact made Tara smile, her lips pulling upwards as she continued to jog. The more she worked with Obelisk, the stronger he became- the stronger they both became and now they could help more and more people. “You have two hours before we need to return to the club,” Obelisk stated, his voice tinny but not at all out of breath as he trailed behind his tamer. “Promise me we will return before then.” Tara lifted up her hands, shrugging them against the air, glancing over at her friend to give him a sly wink. “You know I can’t do tha-“ “Woah!” Tara exclaimed, skidding to a stop as she took a few paces back, trying to stop her momentum before she practically ran into someone else. The bar owner’s maroon colored eyes blinked down at the brunette girl in front of her, a digimon standing quite diligently by the stranger’s side. “Hey, no need to apologize,” Tara laughed richly, “Part of the problem was me not paying any attention to where I’m going either.” Tugging at her tanktop, Tara made sure she wasn’t flashing the girl any unnecessary skin. That was always her problem when she jogged- the shirt would always rise up and while Tara wasn’t ashamed by her body in any way, actually she was quite proud of it, the woman didn’t find it respectable to be prancing around showing off more skin than needed. That being said, shorts were always a requirement for the desert woman and her heat producing digimon, excusing her own personal rule. “We did not make you late for anything, did we?” Tara heard her partner ask, the Solarmon edging closer to the younger girl. Tara just rolled her eyes. Obelisk would be the one to ask that question.

(C) ELLIE @ GANGNAM STYLE

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Dual colored eyes – one light blue like the sky and the other a light, soft spring green – blinked as the violet haired woman mentioned she hadn’t been watching where she was going either. It made her grin, sheepish and embarrassed because it wasn’t so much as she wasn’t watching where she was going as it was her tripping. Then again, they’d have probably actually run into each other anyways; seeing as they were headed in opposite directions and Gwen decided she probably wouldn’t have been paying attention either. It was then, that she noticed her tugging on her shirt – a tank top – that Gwen realized her scarf was askew. As she fixed her scarf, she took notice of the digimon that had been with the woman she had nearly run into. When he spoke, asking if they were now late for anything, Gwen couldn’t help but laugh; her embarrassment fading slightly. "Nae, we waur jist oan uir way tae gie some breakfest." Gwen stated with a grin, before she turned her attention to the woman. The black PawnChessmon beside her merely watched the interaction, though it wasn’t particularly obvious as he could very well have been a statue; that helmet of his always blocked out any expressions. "Hud an early start thes morn. Aam guessin’ ye ur too?" she added, noting the other tamer’s attire. "Sorry if A interrupted yer rin," Gwen apologized, feeling a bit guilty. Miles, noting that his tamer’s bag had fallen off her shoulder when she tripped, went to pick it up; not saying a word as he did so. Determined and dedicated he may be, Gwen wondered if he was anti-social or shy; as they hadn’t interacted with too many other tamers and digimon for her to get a good look into his social level. As Miles was retrieving her fallen bag – which she hadn’t noticed had fallen until her partner went to pick it up – Gwen introduced herself. "Aam Gwen, by th’ way," she stated, sticking her hand out in greeting, back straight in a perfect posture. It was more out of habit than anything; seeing as her parents wanted their kids to leave a good impression on their friends and co-workers. Being a part of high society and all that…or something like that; she didn’t particularly pay attention to it. "But, Milady’s name is Gui--" Miles stopped talking, as Gwen poked him on his forehead, "A prefer tae be called Gwen." The eighteen year old motioned to Miles, as he returned back to his previous place, bag in his arms. He still held his spear though, but the shield was tucked away on his back; she grinned as Miles did so – he was a peculiar digimon, that much she was sure. "An’ thes is Miles." At the sound of his name, the black digimon bowed, shifting the bag so he could carry it in the hand that didn’t contain the spear. "It’s a pleasure to meet you, Miss." At his formality, Gwen couldn’t help but roll her dual colored eyes. How she got stuck with Miles, she’d never know – but at least he knew not to act like she was the bloody princess. "You as well, comrade." The PawnChessmon stated towards the Solarmon. Digimon were still digimon and so they were comrades unless otherwise proven wrong.

KITTY OF GS

TAG: @parrot
NOTES: not at all! hope this is okay, she's still a new character for me. ^^

[Smiffzilla]

WARNING!
Wild Digimon Appeared!

Baalmon! Level: Unknown Attribute: Unknown Health: High

It was too early in the morning - at least, in Baalmon's humble opinion... but there was no time to rest. Not for him. Not for the quest he had to accomplish. The cross he bore was a constant weight on his shoulders. The longer this took, the more dire the situation became. It was with that thought in mind that he set about the streets in search of victims with newfound vigor.

It didn't take long to find Gwen and Tara. Their lackey Digimon were like a beacon of light in the darkness. Their stench was rotten to him. What self-respecting Digimon would ally with a human? Disgusting. Absolutely unforgivable. He was going to teach them a lesson.

With no warning once or ever, he landed between the two conversing women and with a wave of energy sent them face down to the cement. With a sneer fit for only the devil himself, he did what he set out to do - pickpocketed the humans, and took a step back, "Fine morning for a stroll, isn't it ladies?" He was sure he was aggravating the partner Digimon, which was all as well. A couple of rookies weren't a threat to him. This was going to be fun.

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tara hunt

@guinevere, Smiffzilla - uhoh~.

Well, wasn’t the girl in front of Tara just a bundle of fascinating. And the business owner meant that in the most earnest way possible. From the stranger’s pretty eyes to her accent to the fact that the girl was a tamer as well, it all made for interesting company. And Tara was always a sucker for interesting company because interesting company often made for great stories and even juicer gossip. Not that Tara would chain the girl to a chair and make her talk, of course not, but if the conversation naturally led its way to something, anything, then the purple haired woman wouldn’t mind in the least. “Yeah, I usually try to get out earlier but we had a late start this morning,” Tara responded, ignoring the look her partner threw her. Obelisk twitched unhappily, rising higher into the air as he tried to lift his chin above Tara’s. “Which was not my fault, might I add. I woke us up exactly at six-o-clock in the morning as requested as part of our schedule.” The air around the Solarmon warmed slightly as the digimon’s emotions rose, his body shifting near enough to Tara that she could feel the heat radiating off of his metal structure. “I know, I know,” Tara soothed, placing her hand on one of Obelisk’s stationary gears, soaking in the warmth as it heated her palm. The touch seemed to pacify the Solarmon as his body clicked contently and he moved back away from the stranger. “And you’re quite alright, I was just cooling down anyways,” Tara continued, her gaze drifting to watch the girl’s digimon collect the fallen bag. What a sweet little partner the stranger had, Tara mused, her heart growing at such friendship. Even Obelisk seemed to hum appreciatively at the gesture, nodding his round body happily. “Nice to meet you two,” the woman grinned, reaching out to shake the girl’s hand with a firm grasp. She waited patiently as Gwen also introduced her partner, the ebony digimon. “I’m Tara.” “And I am Obelisk,” the Solarman finally offered, his gears churning faster as he turned his eyes to Miles, meeting him as an equal. “The pleasure is all mine.” And now came the awkward lull in their conversation when pleasentaries had been traded and nothing truly kept them together. Perhaps the fact that both women were tamers or that they both liked to rise early in the day kept them lingering together but Tara didn't know what else to say. She was used to people coming to her at the bar to strike up conversation not the other way around. But then fate, or destiny, or life, or whatever else you wanted to call it, decided to step in and take care of the situation for everyone. There was a powerful gush of energy as something, no, someone forced their way between Gwen and Tara, knocking them both to the ground. Even Tara who was more physically able then most, couldn’t hold herself up as the large digimon slammed its way into their conversation. Tara hit the pavement hard, her arm scraping against the ground as she heard Obelisk clatter against the curb. Maroon eyes narrowed at the new digimon, watching as the brute strolled over to both females, plucking their money away from them knowing that neither would fight back against him. But that wouldn’t stand with Tara Hunt. “Are you alright, Gwen?” Tara called around their behemoth foe as Obelisk helped the woman up. "You better get going, stranger, before you pay for that," Tara growled at the digimon, not backing down despite its size.

(C) ELLIE @ GANGNAM STYLE

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Watching the interaction between the violet haired woman and her orange colored partner, Gwen couldn’t help but grin. She supposed it was just a tamer thing – the bond between tamer and digimon, that is. She had yet to meet a duo that hated each other or that hadn’t suited each other. It was subtle and surely not as warm as if she had been in the other tamer’s spot, but Gwen thought she felt a little heat wave. It reminded her of a heater, turned on the lowest possible setting. As it hadn’t been there earlier, Gwen thought it was maybe the orange digimon that was giving off the heat – he did seem to be getting a bit worked up earlier. It was a cute scene, she decided; especially as she knew the bond between tamer and digimon first hand. While the maroon eyed tamer said it was fine, she couldn’t help but give a smile, sheepish and slightly guilty – as it was, she never did enjoy having to take a pause in the middle of her run or her laps and hated making others do the same. "Nice tae meit th’ baith of ye, too." The eighteen year old was pleased to note the firm grip the other tamer – Tara – had, matching it with a nice grasp of her own. It wasn’t meant to be challenging, but it was merely the way she shook hands – a handshake did provide some insight on personality, after all and Gwen was no fragile flower. She grinned, as the digimon introduced himself as Obelisk. Tara and Obelisk – she thought it sounded like quite the duo and she didn’t mean it in a bad way; more like they sounded memorable. "Tara an’ Obelisk, those ur nice names. Dornt ye hink, Miles?" Gwen commented aloud – she really did think they were nice names, Tara was better than Guinevere anyways. "Aye, Milady; they are good names," Miles agreed, to which Gwen couldn’t help but roll her eyes once more at his speech – he sounded as if he were from the olden days, or even the ancient times long ago. The fond smile she had sort of canceled the eye rolling, though. There was a silent lull between them, that awkward phase in a conversation as soon as introductions were done. Miles didn’t seem to mind; he hadn’t spoken much anyways. Gwen, however, decided that Tara was a pretty cool person and so was about to ask how long she had been a tamer for when it happened. There was a sudden burst of energy, as someone suddenly seemed to appear between the two tamers, knocking them both to the ground; along with their digimon. Gwen found herself sprawled on the ground, her arm scraped and her head hurting. While Gwen had hit her head on the ground, as she fell on her left side, Miles had, quite literally, been thrown head over heels the harsh sound of his body hitting the pavement meeting her ears. She winced, raising a hand up to her head; at least there was no blood, that was good. "Aam fine! Hoo abit ye?" in the back of her mind, she thought she heard the clink of metal against cement – Obelisk must’ve been knocked down too. Dual colored eyes glared at the rude intruder, narrowed and holding an angry spark in them. "Miles, ur ye alrigh’?" she asked her partner, as she noted him getting up. The PawnChessmon nodded, positioning his spear in front of him in an offensive maneuver as he made his way in front of his fallen tamer. "You are not welcomed here and have harmed my Lady Gwen," the ebony rookie stated, "For that, you shall pay the consequences." Despite the situation, Gwen rolled her eyes, but didn’t argue; she still didn’t need a protector, thank you very much. Nevertheless, this was a digimon and even she knew, for all her feminine pride, that she could not take on a digimon. Still, she was more than a bit miffed at him, currently - "It was afair ye got haur!" she replied hotly in response to his taunting statement, her brogue far more prominent than before. "What’s yer problem? Ye want tae start somethin’, huh?!" she all but growled; her temper sparking.

KITTY OF GS

TAG: @parrot, Smiffzilla
NOTES: two headstrong girls and an evil digimon...this'll be fun.
And sorry for the length...got a bit carried away I suppose.

[Smiffzilla]

WARNING!
Wild Digimon Appeared!

Baalmon! Level: Unknown Attribute: Unknown Health: High

Baalmon let out something of an amused huff when both Tara and Pawnchessmon threatened him, "Oh, I'm trembling," he taunted. "And what do two humans and two Digimon too weak to even be considered Digimon think they can do to stop me?" Sick laughter worked its way out from deep within Baalmon's core. It truly was pathetic, the threats he was receiving - yet elating to see such futile attempts to defeat him. Baalmon considered himself nothing less than invincible at this point.

His laughter only ceased when Guinevere spoke up. At once, he whirled around, drawing his sword and pointing it dangerously close to the human woman's neck, "What if I am trying to start something?" He narrowed his eyes. "All you humans ain't worth a damn. If it were up to me, I'd kill you all. You and your pathetic pet Digimon."