(Digimon is copyright of Toei)
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part 3
"A Friend in Need"
-please note that I shall use incorrect writing style and grammar in order to allow the story to both be understandable and not so repititous. Okay?
***************The Fortune Teller*********************
I'm getting lazy. I read them wrong. Well, you can't always be right. And few can do this with such skill. [shuffles cards through hands as Naomi and Nimon go into a tissy fit] Hah. Now it's time to see your future again little girl. [puts the cards down on the table, reading the first card] Now...wait. Who is that?
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"Nimon, I'm so hungry and tired! Food and bed! Food and Bed! FOOOOD!" Naomi shouted at the top of her lungs. Nimon currently was at Naomi's feet with her mouth wide open and drool coming out of it. As the two went into a hysteria, a young man about looking a year older than Naomi (she looks about 16) walked up behind them unnoticed.
"How's about we take you two lovelies out to dinner, seeing that you just happen to be predicament." Naomi looked behind her to see where the sly English voice was coming from. What she saw was a young blonde man, wearing an odd, long black coat (collar raised, of coarse.) Had Nimon not been in a hunger induced trance, she would have turned around to see a small black ball with three feathers on his head.
"Who-who...who?" Naomi studdered (she's tired and hungry.)
"Oh my, I didn't know spoke such fluent owl. Sorry, bad joke" he chuckled. "Ma name's Jahavaris Ishida. Don't know what it means. People just tend da call me Jarrette, though. You can to if 'ya like." The young man started putting his hand behind his back, raising his elbow in the air. "Oh yes, this little ball o' energy is Fimon." "A pleasure"
"What's a pleasure?"
"What Fimon means it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance. He's still a bit new to ma gestures, there. Anyway, let's get ya lovelies some dinner. Oh yeah, how rude of me. What are 'ya names there?"
"Oh, I'm Naomi Ichijouji," she bowed, "and this is Nimon." She pointed to the dazed digimon. "Now let's get some food, Okay?"
"Okay." With that the four entered the inn.
********************the fortune tellor**************************
Hmmm. Maybe I didn't read the cards wrong after all. 'Guess I just didn't read them enough. Well then, I guess I'll just have to put a little more magic in it. [He twirls one hand with a circle at the wrist, bringing up a red orb.]
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Nothing is wrong with the family names. It is justified and will be explained. Oh yeah - you can have 'yer dirty little ways with Fimon 'cause you deserve it. Reading this story 'an all.
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part 3
"A Friend in Need"
-please note that I shall use incorrect writing style and grammar in order to allow the story to both be understandable and not so repititous. Okay?
***************The Fortune Teller*********************
I'm getting lazy. I read them wrong. Well, you can't always be right. And few can do this with such skill. [shuffles cards through hands as Naomi and Nimon go into a tissy fit] Hah. Now it's time to see your future again little girl. [puts the cards down on the table, reading the first card] Now...wait. Who is that?
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"Nimon, I'm so hungry and tired! Food and bed! Food and Bed! FOOOOD!" Naomi shouted at the top of her lungs. Nimon currently was at Naomi's feet with her mouth wide open and drool coming out of it. As the two went into a hysteria, a young man about looking a year older than Naomi (she looks about 16) walked up behind them unnoticed.
"How's about we take you two lovelies out to dinner, seeing that you just happen to be predicament." Naomi looked behind her to see where the sly English voice was coming from. What she saw was a young blonde man, wearing an odd, long black coat (collar raised, of coarse.) Had Nimon not been in a hunger induced trance, she would have turned around to see a small black ball with three feathers on his head.
"Who-who...who?" Naomi studdered (she's tired and hungry.)
"Oh my, I didn't know spoke such fluent owl. Sorry, bad joke" he chuckled. "Ma name's Jahavaris Ishida. Don't know what it means. People just tend da call me Jarrette, though. You can to if 'ya like." The young man started putting his hand behind his back, raising his elbow in the air. "Oh yes, this little ball o' energy is Fimon." "A pleasure"
"What's a pleasure?"
"What Fimon means it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance. He's still a bit new to ma gestures, there. Anyway, let's get ya lovelies some dinner. Oh yeah, how rude of me. What are 'ya names there?"
"Oh, I'm Naomi Ichijouji," she bowed, "and this is Nimon." She pointed to the dazed digimon. "Now let's get some food, Okay?"
"Okay." With that the four entered the inn.
********************the fortune tellor**************************
Hmmm. Maybe I didn't read the cards wrong after all. 'Guess I just didn't read them enough. Well then, I guess I'll just have to put a little more magic in it. [He twirls one hand with a circle at the wrist, bringing up a red orb.]
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Nothing is wrong with the family names. It is justified and will be explained. Oh yeah - you can have 'yer dirty little ways with Fimon 'cause you deserve it. Reading this story 'an all.
