Damn Sinkholes [Andrea]

[Nicholas Hyde]

"I don't think that was really necessary sir," Weiss spoke up as the 'lovable' trio of Nicholas Hyde, Weiss and Sable strolled through the jungles of the Emerald Mangrove. The lanky tamer had a smug look on his face and was eating what could only be described as a platinum banana. Despite its appearance, it wasn't made of metal, and was actually pretty tasty. He took another gulp of the delicious fruit before glancing over at his partner. "What do you mean? I won that contest fair and square." The three of them had found a flier for a singing contest. More specifically, it was an Etamon challenging people to a singing contest, clearly trying to show off his talents to the others.

Judging by the prized platinum bananas that Hyde was now carrying, he had won.

"The guy wanted a contest, I beat him. Plain and simple." "I know that," Weiss replied, "But was the little victory dance and taunting song really necessary?" "I especially liked the high note," Sable pipped up. After thoroughly besting the Etamon, Hyde had treated the audience to an enchor, a song he made up on the spot, specifically making fun of the defeated Etamon. If the monkey's confidence hadn't been so completely shattered, he may have been angry enough to be a sore loser and attack Hyde. However, that wasn't the case. "Hey, if that guy had won, you can bet that he would have done the same to me. Not my fault I'm better than him." Weiss sighed. He couldn't really argue with Nicholas' logic. That Etamon did look like the type to do that. Nicholas was not afraid to go down to somebody else's level.

However, what begun as a little stroll and a victory meal suddenly changed when all of a sudden, the floor seemed to cave out from underneath Hyde's feet. With a loud yelp, Nicholas tumbled down into what appeared to be a deep pit. Thankfully, since they could fly, Weiss and Sable were spared the embarrassment of falling into what now appeared to be a rather obvious trap. "Boss! Are you alright!?" Sable called out, as Nicholas grumbled, climbing to his feet. The pit was pretty deep, and there wasn't much in terms of handholds. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just trapped in this oversized pothole. Listen, you guys go and find some vines or something. Get me out of here! And for the love of whatever gods this world has, don't die!" Both digimon nodded, quickly taking off into the jungle to find anything to help their tamer.

[ANDREA B. BELMONT]

[attr="class","smdbody"]"oh! lookie here."  a young woman neared the pit trap, a smile upon her face as she peered down at her victim. she, honestly, hadn't expected the sight of a tall and lanky fellow boasting an eyepatch and an especially nasty sneer. so far she had caught much younger or smaller folk who were far more easier to intimidate. didn't help that he was probably much more matured, so, she didn't bother raising the facade of innocence.  "ah didn't expect someone lookin' like they're pushin' their thirties," she said. her volume was purposefully raised, a look of amusement twisting at her prettied features. miss belmnot cast the man a sly look, her single working eye twinkling with poorly concealed amusement.  "ahem. wait a sec. forgot the whole spiel and shit."  the redhead cleared her throat before feigning a shocked expression as she peered at the man.  "oh dearest me! oh me! oh my!"  a small tremble coursed throughout the entirety of her form as she struggled to keep laughter from spilling forth. she bit her lip, sniffling.  "poor fella! trapped in a hole without no sign of help comin' along," she crooned. "don't you worry now!"  a bright smile quickly replaced her forlorn frown.  "ah'll help yah right outta that mess!" she promised. "fer a price, of course."  [attr="class","smdtags"]word count ■ Nicholas Hyde  ■

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[Nicholas Hyde]

When he heard the sound of footsteps, for some odd reason Hyde had thought that maybe his partners had somehow digivolved back into Pawn Chessmon and were returning with supplies. Instead, what he saw was a red headed girl wearing an eyepatch and wearing a school girl outfit peered down the hole at him. Was she another tamer who had just stumbled upon him? Well, her next words clearly tossed that theory out the window. Hell, she was the one who set up the trap in the first place. Hyde's remaining eye narrowed as he watched her give her little performance before finally getting to the point. She helps him out, he pays here. A simple scam really. Hyde's expression showed he clearly was not amused. "First off, your acting sucks. Next time you want to try and pull a scam like this, I'd suggest you learn how to act first. Second, here's my counter offer. You stay right there, and when I get out of here, I beat your ass and throw you down here."

And with that, he turned away from the girl, looking at the walls around him. Nothing really reinforcing them. If Hyde could make a couple of hand holds, he could possible climb out of here. Bringing his fist back, he punched at the wall, hoping to put a hole in it with his fist. As he expected, the earth sank around his fist. Unfortunately, it was too soft to remain stable, as the hole immediately closed up the instant Hyde withdrew his hand. Hyde gave an irritated sneer as he tried to think of something else. Deciding to utilize his lank frame, he put one foot on the wall, and tried to bring his other one onto the opposite wall. At first it seemed to work. , until his legs sank into the sides, causing him to simply slide back down in a small fit of cursing.

[ANDREA B. BELMONT]

[attr="class","smdbody"]"heh!"  she peered down at the lanky fellow, her single working orb positively glittering with amusement. the girl hadn't the will to stifle her giggles, the sound light and genuine as the male failed to climb his way out of the hole. he had uttered a few obscenities, that eye of his revealing his frustration and unconcealed anger over her audacity.  he a spirit user? she wondered.  it was at that very moment that the young belmont recognized the lack of a digital companion. her chuckles halted, a suspicious look contorting her features slightly as she eyed their immediate surroundings. when she saw and detected no one the redhead allowed for herself to relax some.  had me worried for a minute there.  the young woman, deep down, disliked the idea of tormenting those whom possessed d-tectors. they were a rare lot who lacked any companion whom could have possibly came to their aid in such a dire situation. the corners of her lips twitched downward at the thought, but she didn't allow for such a thing to further discourage her actions.  "ah said ah'd let yah out if yah gave me yer stuff, fucker," she said, abandoning her kindly tone. "think ah care if yah rot down there?" she kicked a bit of dirt into the pit, the dried bits of earth coming down in an unpleasant spray of natural debris.  "ah'd jus' laugh - that's what ah'd do."  andrea's smile became wicked at that point of time as her lips lifted to reveal teeth.  word count ■ Nicholas Hyde  ■

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[Nicholas Hyde]

Hyde's remaining eye twitched as the girl laughed at his attempts to escape, once again demanding him to hand his stuff over to her, completely dropping any pretense of friendliness. Good. The nice girl act was getting old. With an irritated sigh, Hyde drew his datagun, aimed upwards, and fired. Sure, he wasn't aiming to hit her, but close enough to get the read headed little bitch to shut up. "How's that for a down payment?" Hyde yelled up back to her before trying to get back to his working out how to get out of this hole. Frustration, plus the mental image of him beating that obnoxious girl into a coma, was what fueled the lanky man's actions now.

Meanwhile, as this little back and forth between the two continued, Weiss and Sable would return, only to duck behind some bushes when they saw the red haired girl. From their hiding place, they saw the exchange going on, easily working out just what was going on there. "That little tramp," Sable hissed in a hushed tone, just loud enough for her twin to hear, "Getting the boss stuck in a hole like that!" "Well, to be fair," Weiss replied just as quietly, "He really should have watched where he was going. But yes, with her there, getting him out will be a bit more difficult." "I have just the idea," Sable replied, hovering a little bit before silently slipping out of the bushes. Weiss watched, wondering what she was doing, before she suddenly shot towards the girl's back, fully intending on knocking her into the hole she had made. Let's see how she liked being trapped down there!

ANDREA B. BELMONT

[ANDREA B. BELMONT]

[attr="class","smdbody"]"ah!"  it had come as a shock - an unexpected and wholly unpleasant surprise that had resulted in her tumbling down in the pit that she had created. the only small blessing granted was that the redhead had landed correctly enough to avoid a muscle or bone injury. still, her hands and legs were scuffed and the startling alarm she felt dulled her senses for a moment. it took her a good while to realize what had happened as a result.  "f - fuck."  her knees and palms flared with pain, her body reeling a bit from the impact. that momentary daze left her vulnerable for a decent while before she shook her head and allowed for her mind to process what had happened.  "what the fuck?" she screeched.  the anger that had been triggered from being caught by surprise was veered toward the pair of digimon now standing where she had once been.  "yer gonna fuckin' get it! yah hear?"  after shouting angrily her head snapped in the man's direction, her stance immediately growing defensive and her small hands curling into quivering fists. this wasn't good - but, still, she spoke with absolute fire in her single-working eye.  "yers, 'ey? imma enjoy turnin' 'em into code, yah bastard," she sneered.  the words were not particularly true. she was a ruthless and callous woman by nature, yet she rarely ever indulged in such a thing. the thought alone caused a curious unease to settle - but, perhaps, one day, she would grow to effectively ignore it.  "yah think this changes anythin'?"  [attr="class","smdtags"]word count ■ Nicholas Hyde  ■

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[Nicholas Hyde]

Hyde couldn't help but smirk as the smug girl came tumbling down the hole, the lanky man stepping to the side to watch her fall to the floor with an undignified splat. Finally watching her finally losing that smug attitude, quickly replaced by rage, as well worth being stuck in a hole. As she quickly moved into a defensive position, spouting her threats, Hyde rose an eyebrow. He was bigger, and was no stranger to having to kick ass. Not to mention, he was ARMED! Did she really think she was in any position to defend herself, let alone make threats. "Considering you're stuck in the hole with me, and thus in NO position to get yourself, let alone me out, yes. This changes everything. Especially since they," he pointed to the two digimon up above them, "Are the only ones able to get us out. And since they work for me..."

He trailed off, letting the words sink in as he looked up at his partners. "Thanks for the company guys, but what I really need is a way out of here. Get to it!" "Yes sir!" Both digimon disappeared, off to find a way to get them out, leaving the two humans alone in a hole together. Still holding his data gun, Hyde leaned against the wall, looking at the one eyed redhead in front of him. "So this is seriously all you do? Hang aruond in the jungle and trap people in holes?"

ANDREA B. BELMONT

[ANDREA B. BELMONT]

[attr="class","smdbody"]her working eye squinted at the weapon within his grasp, for she had realized that it being at such a close range would aid the man significantly. the female scowled openly as she noted this single detail, inwardly deciding to mull over how to approach such a... delicate situation. eventually, she spoke, the delayed reply accompanied by a wary look that had been cast in the male's direction. he's one tall motherfucker.   "ah do what ah gotta tah survive, fella," she said, shaking her head. "of course, ah don't intend tah justify mah various choices and such with the likes of you. ah'm not one fer - erm..."  miss belmont's features scrunched up as she attempted to determine the proper wording.  "phila - philo - philo-soph-whatsits and all," she said, shrugging. "ain't got time fer that."  she peered around the hole, marveling at her own work, eyes filled with something akin to pride. the redhead stepped off to the side, pressing her hands against damp and smooth earth.  one hell of a hole if ah do say so mahself, she thought.  "yah know what, fella?" she said, peering at him through messily arranged bangs. "yer wrong. ah could get outta here if ah wanted tah. it'd be real easy, ah reckon. ah'm the one who dug the hole, after all."  the woman huffed out a chuckle, the smooth contours of her face now reflecting her own arrogance.  [attr="class","smdtags"]word count ■ Nicholas Hyde ■

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[Nicholas Hyde]

Hyde watched the girl curiously as she explained herself. She didn't seem to be the sharpest tool in the shed, which made the fact that she had trapped him in this hole sting a little bit more. Well, at least she was trapped in here with him. When she boasted that she could get out of this hole herself, Hyde gave a small snort of amusement. "I doubt it. Just because you dug the hole doesn't mean you know how to get out of it. Hell, if I can't get out of it, what do you think you can do?" His eyes turned upward, wondering what was taking his partners so long. Surely they would have found something that could be of use by now. Although if they had possibly run into a digimon that was holding them up, well, that could be a problem.

With his free hand, Hyde pulled out his flask and with some skill managed to take off the cap, before taking a swig of the sweet, sweet booze within. This was definitely the time for a drink. Glancing over at the red head, he held out the flask to her. "Wanna gulp?"

ANDREA B. BELMONT

[ANDREA B. BELMONT]

[attr="class","smdbody"]she glanced at the alcoholic bridge, scowling slightly at the sight of it. the redhead had indulged beforehand, but, this would make for piss-poor situation to be caught tipsy in. miss belmont merely shook her head, having shifted her gaze back to her immediate surroundings.  "nah. ah'm good, fella."  the young woman turned away, reaching toward the device that had been conventionally clasped onto the waist band of her skirt. it was now settled within the palm of her hand, with the young woman handling the item with a fair amount of competence. "ah'm gettin' out of here," she said. the transitioning from human to digitized beast was a smooth and quick process. the transformation was accompanied by digital strips that wrapped around her, her petite shape embraced by a light which caused her very form to change rapidly. the shape of a gazimon soon took her place, the claws it boasted curled and its ears twitching as the owner of said body adjusted to the change.  "this job's a bust," she declared, flexing her paws. "and ah ain't gonna waste mah time with yah or with yer digital bastards. understand, fella?"  [attr="class","smdtags"]word count ■ Nicholas Hyde ■

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[Nicholas Hyde]

Hyde blinked in surprise when the girl in front of her suddenly turned into a digimon. From Hyde's experienced, he recognized the mangy furball as a Gazimon, a rookie type. Not much of a problem if she decided to get violent. The datagun Hyde carried was strong enough to take on rookie level digimon. Whether the girl knew that or not was up for debate, and honestly, Hyde didn't care. What Hyde was really interested in was whether she was a human who turned into a digimon, or a digimon who was disguised as a human.

"I could crack a mongrel joke right now, but it's just too easy," Hyde muttered, more to himself, but loud enough for her to hear, as he still kept the gun trained on her. It was an interesting sight to be honest, and while Hyde would have liked to study this girl further, the fact that up until this point she had been a pain in the ass to him since the first second, the sooner she got out of here, the better. "Trust me, you've wasted all of our time already." Hyde replied, "If you're able to get out of here, then get going already. I'm sure there's a trash can somewhere you can scavenge from."

[ANDREA B. BELMONT]

[attr="class","smdbody"]miss belmont felt a red hot anger began to bubble beneath the surface as the man continued to speak. he dismissed her just as easily, yet the gazimon remained tight-lipped for a moment longer. silence was accompanied by a few grunts as she dug her claws into the pit's walls and began her escape. wielding her natural arsenal to her advantage she soon found herself free of her own creation.  "finally."  she shook her herself, bits of dirt flying from her in all directions as she did so. her gaze would shift toward the tempting sight of the surrounding forest then. the spirit user was now free to slip away, and while she wanted nothing more than to move onward his words clung onto her mind scape. the digitized woman would peer down into the hole, a sneer upon her face.  "mongrel, yah said," she drawled, her tail flicking from side to side. "go scavenge a trash can, yah said." she rasped out a chuckle, her voice especially rough within such a shape.  "alrightie there, partner. alrightie!"  her head tilted back before she spat out a gout of noxious gas into the pit.  "paralyzing breath!"  another laugh would escape her - this one filled with malicious delight.  "choke on that, bitch!"  [ passive ability ; DETECT - gazimon is sensitive toward any presence that might be located directly below their feet. the slight tremors make them aware of whatever may be maneuvering themselves. anything that resides within a ten yards radius underneath a solid surface will be immediately noticed.   [ cool down in effect ; paralyzing breath - one ]  [ attacks ; PARALYZING BREATH - they are enabled the ability to spew gaseous breath that can potentially and temporarily clog up and irritate ones sense of smell or vision. requires a one post cool down. CLAW MARK - they wield their claws effectively, swiping toward their target in hopes of inflicting bodily harm. PITFALL - they claw at the earth, crafting a pit that can potentially trap smaller prey or hamper larger bodies. because of the high investment of energy needed in order to complete one hole it requires a two post cool down after a single pit is completed. ]  [attr="class","smdtags"]word count ■ Nicholas Hyde ■

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[Nicholas Hyde]

Hyde remained quiet as he watched the mangy rabbit...thing, climbed its way out of the hole using its claws. Then it turned around and began to breath a noxious gas down into the hole. Despite the name, the gas wasn't really paralyzing, more irritating, forcing Hyde to close his eye as the gas stung it. He could still move his body, but what good would it do anyway. She was out of the hole, and he was still in it.

Well, there was one thing.

As the annoying digimon laughed and taunted him, his eye still closed, Hyde brought up his gun, aiming in the direction her obnoxious voice was coming from and fired. He wasn't caring if he hit her or not (though doing so would be very satisfying), he was more doing it just to prove how much of an idiot she was for taunting someone with a gun when they can STILL HEAR YOU. "Maybe get yourself a breath mint." Hyde called out, keeping his irritation down, "And while you're at it, get the fuck out of here before I skin you and nail your hide on my door!"

He was really hoping his partners would get back soon, but more importantly, he was hoping she would get the hint and leave so he didn't have to hear her annoying voice anymore.

ANDREA B. BELMONT

[ANDREA B. BELMONT]

[attr="class","smdbody"]a splash of agony erupted from her shoulder. her beastly features immediately contorted to reveal her own agony, her form curling into itself as a pained cry escaped her maw.  "arrgh!"  stumbling away from the pit, she hurriedly touched the now sensitive area, thankful that the discomfort was already lessening. still, it stung quite a bit, and the spirit user made sure to maintain a safe distance because of the damage inflicted. after thoroughly examining her furred shoulder she decided to take his advice, suppressing her own pride in favor of simply fleeing.  ah almost fergot about that damn gun!  making her way upon all fours, she galloped away, intending to return to her makeshift camp which had been tucked away in the deeper confines of the jungle.  ah'll just deal with the fucker later. he better hope ah don't come across him no time soon.  [attr="class","smdtags"]word count ■ Nicholas Hyde  ■ exit? depends on if ya wanna end the thread here or nah. i'm good with either option.

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[Nicholas Hyde]

Hyde let out a short laugh when he heard her cry out in pain. Got her! That would teach her for messing with him. As he heard her run back into the jungle, disappearing to who knows where, Hyde leaned back against the wall. Now all he had to do was wait.

It wouldn't be long before he heard something light fall into the hole, and a familiar voice call out from above. "We're back sir! And we brought a rope for you to climb up on!" Hyde had to gingerly feel around the walls, the breath was still effective his vision somewhat, before he found the rope, a vine. He gave it a couple of tugs, feeling it was secure, before beginning to climb out. Are a few minutes, he pulled himself out of the hole, climbing to his feet, assisted by his two partners. The haze was starting to clear from his eyes. "What happened to the woman boss?" Sable asked, "She was in the hole too." Hyde shook his vision clear. "Well, if you happen to see any Gizamon sporting bullet holes, let me know. In the meantime, let's get out of this oversized weed patch."

The two Digimon blinked as they looked at eachother, before following Hyde.

[I'm fine to end it here. A rather good thread if I say so myself]