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drunkenpandaren) wrote2007-10-24 12:10 am
drunkenpandaren) wrote2007-10-24 12:10 am
D3 - Digital Diaries Dimensions
There is a fine line between depressing, adventure and emo. I think, after re-reading D3 Season 1, there is too much in the line straddling depressing and emo.
So instead, I come up with a hilarious look at what the D3 Season 1 Cast get up to when they're actually allowed to RELAX for once.
PRESENTING: D3: TALES OF BA SING SE!
D3 : Digital Diaries Dimensions
Variations 1.13 : Tales of Ba Sing Se
Written by Shaun Garin
Disclaimer : Digimon is owned by their respective companies. All rights and reservations considered. Strict useage of japanese names. Eric and the humans of the Canadian team belong to me. Lord Archive wrote the Diaries series.
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The Tale of Jen, Wormmon and Lopmon
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“MY CABBAGES!” shrieked a high pitched voice as three tiny forms raced away from the stall, leaving behind a sobbing man dressed in green.
“What did you DO?!” demanded Wormmon, skittering through the crowds and occasionally peeking behind himself to see if the man was coming for them with an axe or some kind of crazed shopkeeper impliment.
“It’s not my fault!” protested Lopmon as the three hurdled a wall, sliding to a stop behind a pair of barrels.
When the sound of feet did not greet the trio, Jen peeked out of the barrel he was hiding in, eyes darting to either side before sighing heavily. “You just can’t keep out of trouble for five minutes, can you?”
Lopmon scowled, folding his tiny arms across his chest. “I’m telling you, I was nowhere near the Emu-Panda when it decided to devour the cabbages.”
Wormmon heaved a sigh. “You’re hopeless, y’know that? And now I stink of old apples.”
Clambering out of their respective hiding spots, a barrel, washtub and old apple crate, the trio brushed themselves off nonchalantly before they started heading into town. They hadn’t gotten more than five steps when Lopmon remarked, “hey, this isn’t the upper wall.”
Ba Sing Se, the City of Impenetrable Walls was known for its remarkable literature, fascinating culture of Asian influence with subtle traces of Western culture, a Caste system that separated people of influence and refugees from the war happening outside of its doors… and a complete and utter “Ray Bradburian” feel to the entire place.
Upon entry into the world, they had managed to fall into the “right” crowd; a group of wealthy merchants who had managed to climb to the upper ring in terms of status. They had given the weary travellers some time to rest and relax, despite the obvious flaws of the city system. The digimon were deemed “pet animals” and as long as they kept their conversations to themselves, ie, not letting anyone else know that they could talk, they had the freedom to move about the city.
So it was to this end that two Lopmons and a Wormmon found themselves lost in the lower ring. And thusly, blame was placed on the appropriate person.
“This is all your fault, Lopmon!” exclaimed Jen and Wormmon in chorus, long since able to proclaim their downfall on the troublemaker of the group.
“ME?!” denied Lopmon, falling into a long-practiced “he said/she said” scenario despite them being a trio and lacking women. “I wasn’t the one who was balancing on the pot!”
“I did nothing of the sort,” protested Wormmon, trying to copy Jen’s sage-like nodding. “I was merely studying the fascinating writing. It’s similar to Chinese figures but it’s got a subtle digi-code imprint in the design.”
Lopmon snorted. “And I suppose it just happened to fall on the Emu, right?”
“That Emu wouldn’t have been there if JEN hadn’t been riding it around like a pony!” deflected Wormmon, leaving the softer spoken Lopmon to sputter angrily.
“I’ll have you KNOW that I was merely complimenting it on its enchanting black-and-white fur,” sniffed Jen, trying to play the part of the disaffected noble.
“Fun. You going for a dye job too or are ya gonna just steal its fur?” snorted Lopmon.
“Well then, far be it from me to interrupt your fancy dying next time you nearly loose a leg!” snapped Jen.
“HEY! That leg was MOSTLY attached by the time I finished kicking his ass,” retorted Lopmon.
Wormmon rolled his eyes. “You were hopping around like a little fish, screaming ‘c’mon then, have at thee!’ at the top of your lungs!”
“He cheated! And besides, I was able to steal his sword, right?” boasted Jen.
“Oh of course; steal the one-shot-wonder sword of that strange Digital/Earth world that defied everything we knew about Digimon and Partners with a raised upright finger. Whoo-bloody-hoo.” And Jen saluted his point with two upright middle fingers.
People sidestepped the now-brawling digimon as they rolled into a shop, crashed into a table, knocked tea on themselves and an old man lamented the loss of his tea. “Lee! Fetch another pot,” called out Mushi.
“Lee”, long-suffering and semi-disaffected exiled Prince grumbled. “Yes Uncle.”
Characters are still under hash of course, suggestions a MUST since I resurrected this ridiculous piece of work, but on a whole, this is just a downtime episode. It's something I never got to do two years ago, but I think I've softened Archive with numerous blows to the funny bone since writing Chapter 12.
Following Bits:
Eric's Day Loose
Sora and Shuichon Take Bending Lessons
Ken and the Recurring Rake Incident
Meeting the Avatar
So instead, I come up with a hilarious look at what the D3 Season 1 Cast get up to when they're actually allowed to RELAX for once.
PRESENTING: D3: TALES OF BA SING SE!
D3 : Digital Diaries Dimensions
Variations 1.13 : Tales of Ba Sing Se
Written by Shaun Garin
Disclaimer : Digimon is owned by their respective companies. All rights and reservations considered. Strict useage of japanese names. Eric and the humans of the Canadian team belong to me. Lord Archive wrote the Diaries series.
=====
The Tale of Jen, Wormmon and Lopmon
=====
“MY CABBAGES!” shrieked a high pitched voice as three tiny forms raced away from the stall, leaving behind a sobbing man dressed in green.
“What did you DO?!” demanded Wormmon, skittering through the crowds and occasionally peeking behind himself to see if the man was coming for them with an axe or some kind of crazed shopkeeper impliment.
“It’s not my fault!” protested Lopmon as the three hurdled a wall, sliding to a stop behind a pair of barrels.
When the sound of feet did not greet the trio, Jen peeked out of the barrel he was hiding in, eyes darting to either side before sighing heavily. “You just can’t keep out of trouble for five minutes, can you?”
Lopmon scowled, folding his tiny arms across his chest. “I’m telling you, I was nowhere near the Emu-Panda when it decided to devour the cabbages.”
Wormmon heaved a sigh. “You’re hopeless, y’know that? And now I stink of old apples.”
Clambering out of their respective hiding spots, a barrel, washtub and old apple crate, the trio brushed themselves off nonchalantly before they started heading into town. They hadn’t gotten more than five steps when Lopmon remarked, “hey, this isn’t the upper wall.”
Ba Sing Se, the City of Impenetrable Walls was known for its remarkable literature, fascinating culture of Asian influence with subtle traces of Western culture, a Caste system that separated people of influence and refugees from the war happening outside of its doors… and a complete and utter “Ray Bradburian” feel to the entire place.
Upon entry into the world, they had managed to fall into the “right” crowd; a group of wealthy merchants who had managed to climb to the upper ring in terms of status. They had given the weary travellers some time to rest and relax, despite the obvious flaws of the city system. The digimon were deemed “pet animals” and as long as they kept their conversations to themselves, ie, not letting anyone else know that they could talk, they had the freedom to move about the city.
So it was to this end that two Lopmons and a Wormmon found themselves lost in the lower ring. And thusly, blame was placed on the appropriate person.
“This is all your fault, Lopmon!” exclaimed Jen and Wormmon in chorus, long since able to proclaim their downfall on the troublemaker of the group.
“ME?!” denied Lopmon, falling into a long-practiced “he said/she said” scenario despite them being a trio and lacking women. “I wasn’t the one who was balancing on the pot!”
“I did nothing of the sort,” protested Wormmon, trying to copy Jen’s sage-like nodding. “I was merely studying the fascinating writing. It’s similar to Chinese figures but it’s got a subtle digi-code imprint in the design.”
Lopmon snorted. “And I suppose it just happened to fall on the Emu, right?”
“That Emu wouldn’t have been there if JEN hadn’t been riding it around like a pony!” deflected Wormmon, leaving the softer spoken Lopmon to sputter angrily.
“I’ll have you KNOW that I was merely complimenting it on its enchanting black-and-white fur,” sniffed Jen, trying to play the part of the disaffected noble.
“Fun. You going for a dye job too or are ya gonna just steal its fur?” snorted Lopmon.
“Well then, far be it from me to interrupt your fancy dying next time you nearly loose a leg!” snapped Jen.
“HEY! That leg was MOSTLY attached by the time I finished kicking his ass,” retorted Lopmon.
Wormmon rolled his eyes. “You were hopping around like a little fish, screaming ‘c’mon then, have at thee!’ at the top of your lungs!”
“He cheated! And besides, I was able to steal his sword, right?” boasted Jen.
“Oh of course; steal the one-shot-wonder sword of that strange Digital/Earth world that defied everything we knew about Digimon and Partners with a raised upright finger. Whoo-bloody-hoo.” And Jen saluted his point with two upright middle fingers.
People sidestepped the now-brawling digimon as they rolled into a shop, crashed into a table, knocked tea on themselves and an old man lamented the loss of his tea. “Lee! Fetch another pot,” called out Mushi.
“Lee”, long-suffering and semi-disaffected exiled Prince grumbled. “Yes Uncle.”
Characters are still under hash of course, suggestions a MUST since I resurrected this ridiculous piece of work, but on a whole, this is just a downtime episode. It's something I never got to do two years ago, but I think I've softened Archive with numerous blows to the funny bone since writing Chapter 12.
Following Bits:
Eric's Day Loose
Sora and Shuichon Take Bending Lessons
Ken and the Recurring Rake Incident
Meeting the Avatar
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“He cheated! And besides, I was able to steal his sword, right?” boasted Jen.
I think that's supposed to be Lopmon talking, not Jen.
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