PA27: HELLO ALL!
MLM: Ahh! PA27 is writing yet ANOTHER chapter.........
PA27: You say that it's a bad thing.
MLM: Well, you're hogging the chapters.........
PA27: AM NOT!
MLM: Okay, then I'll write this chapter!
PA27: NO! MY CHAPTER! Takes keyboard away from MLM
MLM: --' Told you.
PA27: Mean!
MLM: Just get on with the chapter.
PA27: YOU DON'T GET TO BOSS ME AROUND!
MLM: Watch me. XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Ages:
Matt: 15 years old (The oldest)
Kouji: 15 years old (The second oldest)
Davis: 15years old (The third oldest)
Ayumi: 14 years old (The fourth youngest/oldest)
Orion: 14 years old (The third youngest)
TK: 14 years old (The second youngest)
Kari: 14 years old (The youngest)
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"Well, on the bright side......... Er........." Orion trailed off, thinking of the events of the past day.
"Is there aw bright side?" Ayumi asked, annoyed at the fact that they had to cook for yet ANOTHER banquet on New Year's Eve. She was stirring a large pot of stew furiously, causing a huge amount to roll down the sides and into the fire. Kari quickly snatched the stirry-thingy from her.
"You're spilling more than you're making," Kari said, shaking her head and taking over the job. Ayumi put her hands on her hips in frustration.
"We're better off dead," she snapped. Turning on her heel, she was out of the kitchen with a whip of her long hair. Orion and Kari exchanged a tired glance.
"Talk about bipolar," Kari said, shrugging. Orion put a finger on her nose thoughtfully.
"I think she's got a point," Orion sighed, going back to kneading a huge lump of dough.
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"Purrmon?" Ayumi asked softly as she sat in front of her fountain. The Digimon appeared beside her in a flash, looking at her inquisitively.
"Yes?" she asked innocently. Ayumi sighed and leaned back, feeling the cold snow on her bare hands where she sat on the stone bench.
Choosing her words carefully, she said, "Do you think- do you think we have what it take? To get this stone, I mean." Purrmon surveyed Ayumi through her bright amber cat-like eyes. Ayumi stood up and walked toward the fountain, looking at the beautiful curves of the frozen water.
"It doesn't matter what I think," Purrmon said finally. "What matters is if your heart is there. What matters is how much you believe in yourself. What matters is what each and every one of the seven of you chose. The seven of you, Kouji, Matt, Davis, TK, Kari, Orion, and yourself, all have the choice; you don't have to make this quest if you don't want to. Do you think you can do it?"
Ayumi frowned. Did she think that they could do it? Truly, truly, she didn't know in the least. "I don't know. I don't want to let the world down, though. I don't want to let the others' down. I don't want to let you down."
Purrmon smiled slightly at the answer and said, "You won't let anyone down, especially not me. I am more proud of you than I can ever say, Ayumi, for growing into what you are today. I've been watching you since the day you were born. You have already faced more than most. I know I believe in you. Is it so hard to believe in yourself?" Without waiting for an answer, Purrmon disappeared into Ayumi's body, leaving her to ponder the answer. Was it so hard to believe? Yes. Definitely.
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The next few days passed in a huff, without much time for rest (unless you count oris molesting the three girls for spilling pie on him at the festival). Most of the day was used to prepare for the festival, cooking and decorating accordingly. In the mornings, they were required to clean the castle, scrub chamber pots, and make beds. In the evenings, they planned for their journey, making maps, going over plans, trying to figure out what supplies where needed.
Time flew by all too quickly, and soon, it was the night before the festival, the night before their escape.
"Let's go over this again," Matt said seriously, flipping through a handful of parchment. Orion groaned.
"Matt, we get it! We've been through this ten billion times. I've got your speech memorized! 'First day we blah, blah, blah. Be sure to stay together, blah, blah.' We get it already, MATT!" Orion said. Matt shot a glowering half-angry, half-amused look at her while Ayumi and Kari giggled.
"I think he's right," Kouji said. "We really should go over this again." The three girls sighed, but he ignored them. "Tomorrow, right in the middle of the banquet, we'll meet in the middle of the forest. There's a fountain there, you can't miss it. We have all of our supplies, our cloaks, our bags, food, and money from Boris' treasury. We've each got our own pack, and we're each responsible for getting it there. When all seven of us are there, we'll head out. If we're not all there at the fountain by eight o'clock, we'll head out in pairs- me and Ayumi, TK and Kari, Matt and Orion, and Davis and himself. If your partner isn't there, wait for them. If they aren't there by nine, we'll have to set out anyway. We'll meet in Japan, the Hiragazawa Mountains. We'll leave on the twentieth. If we aren't all there, the ones who are will leave. We'll meet near the shrine on the thirtieth. Remember, DON'T WAIT FOR ANYONE WHO ISN'T YOUR PARTNER, and even more important, DON'T GET SEPERATED. Any questions?"
Davis raised his hand. "How come I'm by myself?" Ayumi let out a little snort of laughter and tried to disguise it as a cough, failing miserably at the attempt.
"Because," Matt cut in, "we have to watch out for the girls. You can't even watch out for yourself, much less someone else. Besides, we have an odd number of people. You won't be by yourself, though- you've got Veemon, remember?" Davis mumbled something that sounded suspiciously like, "Moron." Matt ignored him.
"We really should go to bed," TK said. "We've got to get up early tomorrow." There was a mumble of general agreement before TK poured a bucket of water on the fire, and they all headed up the ladder to bed.
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"CRAP!" Orion yelled as she jumped out of bed the next morning. "Wake up, guys, we're late. We're supposed to be in the dining hall with the other servants!" She frowned at the still-sleeping figure on the six other beds. Smiling mischievously, she grabbed the huge leather-bound book under her bed titled The Life Cycle of a Deer Tick that she had borrowed for some "light" reading. She heaved the thirty-pound book up and dropped it over the edge of the loft. It feel with a huge crack onto the stable floor below. Even Orion herself was surprised at the huge noise, but the result was great; all six of her friends had jumped or sat up in bed (or, in Davis' case, he fell out of bed).
"Good morning!" Orion said cheerily. Then, less cheerily, "We're late. Get up or Boris'll slaughter us." With that everyone started to bustle about, running into each other at the fact that they were at least two hours late.
Finally, after a whole bunch of yelling, running, and threatening, the seven of them bustled into the entrance hall. They froze at the sight of the rest of the servants in a straight line, all looking ahead, much a like a line of Marines or people in boot camp. Boris was inspecting them and looked up as they entered.
"How nice of you to join us," he said in a horribly oily voice. "If you don't, I would like to know what took you so long to get here. Did the snow monster get you? Or did something Miss Orion was cooking catch the stable on fire- again?" Orion turned bright red and looked at the ground, which only heightened the dislike the seven teens had fore Boris because all of them, at some point, had criticized Orion's-er, interesting cooking ideas (peanut butter soup, for instance).
Davis, who complained about Orion's cooking at least six times a week, said, "We over-slept." Boris cracked an oily smile.
"They you wouldn't mind getting up a the stroke of three tomorrow morning to clean the dining room- all by yourselves. Now, GET IN LINE!" he barked. They hurried into the line, all swearing at Boris under their breaths. "Now," Boris continued, "I would like to have this festival be more successful than the last. I don't want any more stunts pulled- or else........." He stopped in front of Ayumi and crushed his lips onto hers. She squealed in distaste and he flung her back, right into Kouji, who caught her. Kouji helped her up, glaring daggers at Boris.
"You okay?" Kari asked her friend worriedly under her breath. Ayumi nodded. She was shaking from head to foot; she knew she should've been used to it by now, but somehow, she wasn't.
"Like I was saying, don't mess this up, or you'll pay. Now, GET TO WORK!" Boris barked before turning and disappearing from the dining hall up the marble staircase. The moment he left, there was a flurry of movement; the servants, inspired by Boris' assault on Ayumi, burst into act, hanging decorations and setting plate at the table. Orion, Kari, Kouji, Matt, TK, and Davis all rushed around Ayumi.
"Hey, are you okay?" Orion asked softly, patting her sister's back softly. Ayumi nodded, not looking at anyone.
"Hey, we'd better get to work and get the food in here before Boris decides to make us scrub the staircase or something," Ayumi said, cheerfully as possibly. Not wanting to pursue the subject any further, she hurried back to the stables to get the food they had prepared, the six other teens in her wake.
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PA27: I know this is short but I must go. Bye-bye!
MLM: Ahh! PA27 is writing yet ANOTHER chapter.........
PA27: You say that it's a bad thing.
MLM: Well, you're hogging the chapters.........
PA27: AM NOT!
MLM: Okay, then I'll write this chapter!
PA27: NO! MY CHAPTER! Takes keyboard away from MLM
MLM: --' Told you.
PA27: Mean!
MLM: Just get on with the chapter.
PA27: YOU DON'T GET TO BOSS ME AROUND!
MLM: Watch me. XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Ages:
Matt: 15 years old (The oldest)
Kouji: 15 years old (The second oldest)
Davis: 15years old (The third oldest)
Ayumi: 14 years old (The fourth youngest/oldest)
Orion: 14 years old (The third youngest)
TK: 14 years old (The second youngest)
Kari: 14 years old (The youngest)
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"Well, on the bright side......... Er........." Orion trailed off, thinking of the events of the past day.
"Is there aw bright side?" Ayumi asked, annoyed at the fact that they had to cook for yet ANOTHER banquet on New Year's Eve. She was stirring a large pot of stew furiously, causing a huge amount to roll down the sides and into the fire. Kari quickly snatched the stirry-thingy from her.
"You're spilling more than you're making," Kari said, shaking her head and taking over the job. Ayumi put her hands on her hips in frustration.
"We're better off dead," she snapped. Turning on her heel, she was out of the kitchen with a whip of her long hair. Orion and Kari exchanged a tired glance.
"Talk about bipolar," Kari said, shrugging. Orion put a finger on her nose thoughtfully.
"I think she's got a point," Orion sighed, going back to kneading a huge lump of dough.
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"Purrmon?" Ayumi asked softly as she sat in front of her fountain. The Digimon appeared beside her in a flash, looking at her inquisitively.
"Yes?" she asked innocently. Ayumi sighed and leaned back, feeling the cold snow on her bare hands where she sat on the stone bench.
Choosing her words carefully, she said, "Do you think- do you think we have what it take? To get this stone, I mean." Purrmon surveyed Ayumi through her bright amber cat-like eyes. Ayumi stood up and walked toward the fountain, looking at the beautiful curves of the frozen water.
"It doesn't matter what I think," Purrmon said finally. "What matters is if your heart is there. What matters is how much you believe in yourself. What matters is what each and every one of the seven of you chose. The seven of you, Kouji, Matt, Davis, TK, Kari, Orion, and yourself, all have the choice; you don't have to make this quest if you don't want to. Do you think you can do it?"
Ayumi frowned. Did she think that they could do it? Truly, truly, she didn't know in the least. "I don't know. I don't want to let the world down, though. I don't want to let the others' down. I don't want to let you down."
Purrmon smiled slightly at the answer and said, "You won't let anyone down, especially not me. I am more proud of you than I can ever say, Ayumi, for growing into what you are today. I've been watching you since the day you were born. You have already faced more than most. I know I believe in you. Is it so hard to believe in yourself?" Without waiting for an answer, Purrmon disappeared into Ayumi's body, leaving her to ponder the answer. Was it so hard to believe? Yes. Definitely.
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The next few days passed in a huff, without much time for rest (unless you count oris molesting the three girls for spilling pie on him at the festival). Most of the day was used to prepare for the festival, cooking and decorating accordingly. In the mornings, they were required to clean the castle, scrub chamber pots, and make beds. In the evenings, they planned for their journey, making maps, going over plans, trying to figure out what supplies where needed.
Time flew by all too quickly, and soon, it was the night before the festival, the night before their escape.
"Let's go over this again," Matt said seriously, flipping through a handful of parchment. Orion groaned.
"Matt, we get it! We've been through this ten billion times. I've got your speech memorized! 'First day we blah, blah, blah. Be sure to stay together, blah, blah.' We get it already, MATT!" Orion said. Matt shot a glowering half-angry, half-amused look at her while Ayumi and Kari giggled.
"I think he's right," Kouji said. "We really should go over this again." The three girls sighed, but he ignored them. "Tomorrow, right in the middle of the banquet, we'll meet in the middle of the forest. There's a fountain there, you can't miss it. We have all of our supplies, our cloaks, our bags, food, and money from Boris' treasury. We've each got our own pack, and we're each responsible for getting it there. When all seven of us are there, we'll head out. If we're not all there at the fountain by eight o'clock, we'll head out in pairs- me and Ayumi, TK and Kari, Matt and Orion, and Davis and himself. If your partner isn't there, wait for them. If they aren't there by nine, we'll have to set out anyway. We'll meet in Japan, the Hiragazawa Mountains. We'll leave on the twentieth. If we aren't all there, the ones who are will leave. We'll meet near the shrine on the thirtieth. Remember, DON'T WAIT FOR ANYONE WHO ISN'T YOUR PARTNER, and even more important, DON'T GET SEPERATED. Any questions?"
Davis raised his hand. "How come I'm by myself?" Ayumi let out a little snort of laughter and tried to disguise it as a cough, failing miserably at the attempt.
"Because," Matt cut in, "we have to watch out for the girls. You can't even watch out for yourself, much less someone else. Besides, we have an odd number of people. You won't be by yourself, though- you've got Veemon, remember?" Davis mumbled something that sounded suspiciously like, "Moron." Matt ignored him.
"We really should go to bed," TK said. "We've got to get up early tomorrow." There was a mumble of general agreement before TK poured a bucket of water on the fire, and they all headed up the ladder to bed.
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"CRAP!" Orion yelled as she jumped out of bed the next morning. "Wake up, guys, we're late. We're supposed to be in the dining hall with the other servants!" She frowned at the still-sleeping figure on the six other beds. Smiling mischievously, she grabbed the huge leather-bound book under her bed titled The Life Cycle of a Deer Tick that she had borrowed for some "light" reading. She heaved the thirty-pound book up and dropped it over the edge of the loft. It feel with a huge crack onto the stable floor below. Even Orion herself was surprised at the huge noise, but the result was great; all six of her friends had jumped or sat up in bed (or, in Davis' case, he fell out of bed).
"Good morning!" Orion said cheerily. Then, less cheerily, "We're late. Get up or Boris'll slaughter us." With that everyone started to bustle about, running into each other at the fact that they were at least two hours late.
Finally, after a whole bunch of yelling, running, and threatening, the seven of them bustled into the entrance hall. They froze at the sight of the rest of the servants in a straight line, all looking ahead, much a like a line of Marines or people in boot camp. Boris was inspecting them and looked up as they entered.
"How nice of you to join us," he said in a horribly oily voice. "If you don't, I would like to know what took you so long to get here. Did the snow monster get you? Or did something Miss Orion was cooking catch the stable on fire- again?" Orion turned bright red and looked at the ground, which only heightened the dislike the seven teens had fore Boris because all of them, at some point, had criticized Orion's-er, interesting cooking ideas (peanut butter soup, for instance).
Davis, who complained about Orion's cooking at least six times a week, said, "We over-slept." Boris cracked an oily smile.
"They you wouldn't mind getting up a the stroke of three tomorrow morning to clean the dining room- all by yourselves. Now, GET IN LINE!" he barked. They hurried into the line, all swearing at Boris under their breaths. "Now," Boris continued, "I would like to have this festival be more successful than the last. I don't want any more stunts pulled- or else........." He stopped in front of Ayumi and crushed his lips onto hers. She squealed in distaste and he flung her back, right into Kouji, who caught her. Kouji helped her up, glaring daggers at Boris.
"You okay?" Kari asked her friend worriedly under her breath. Ayumi nodded. She was shaking from head to foot; she knew she should've been used to it by now, but somehow, she wasn't.
"Like I was saying, don't mess this up, or you'll pay. Now, GET TO WORK!" Boris barked before turning and disappearing from the dining hall up the marble staircase. The moment he left, there was a flurry of movement; the servants, inspired by Boris' assault on Ayumi, burst into act, hanging decorations and setting plate at the table. Orion, Kari, Kouji, Matt, TK, and Davis all rushed around Ayumi.
"Hey, are you okay?" Orion asked softly, patting her sister's back softly. Ayumi nodded, not looking at anyone.
"Hey, we'd better get to work and get the food in here before Boris decides to make us scrub the staircase or something," Ayumi said, cheerfully as possibly. Not wanting to pursue the subject any further, she hurried back to the stables to get the food they had prepared, the six other teens in her wake.
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PA27: I know this is short but I must go. Bye-bye!