One of them drawn with lightning fast speed.
No lethal intent behind the motion.
Simply someone that really loved her weapons.
"I've been known to dabble," she quipped playfully.
"And I was looking for a hideout of some troublemakers. They've been harming settlers in the area."
"Not yet actually. I'd love to go around shooting some no good scoundrels in your outfit. Imagine the look on their faces — a holy Digimon filling them full of holes.~✨"
"Very," she chimed.
Then a brief chuckle. One pair of Rizoma de Loto spun on a finger.
"It'd probably depend on who you ask. I don't harm the innocent. But I also 𝗱𝗼𝗻❜𝘁 let my enemies 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦."
Indifferent to both. Maybe coffee if forced to pick.
He's not one for the spotlight, but he'd promise to reveal what really happened on that day in Raccoon City.
It's what Adam would have wanted.
𝓢𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓰, 𝓭𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓲𝓷𝓰, 𝓴𝓲𝓬𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓻 𝓮𝓷𝓭: 𝓘 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓲𝓽𝓼 𝓸𝓯 𝓪 𝓼𝓾𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓻!
Overhanging stygian scarf changed shape into tattered wings.
Gentle ascent to hand the parchment to the still taller being.
"Hey, it's worked wonders for me. Not so much the enemies that found themselves staring down my Fly Bullets.~"
//Beelko will take off her helmet thinking it'll help her be more incognito.
Meanwhile she still has three whole eyes on her head looking at everyone like 👁️👁️👁️
"Please don't go dirtying my beloved pistols . . ."
She wasn't worried about them breaking. They were way too sturdy for that to happen.
Beelko showing no signs of bewilderment at the downsizing showed just how at home she was with such a display.
"Wellll..." Her voice trails in thought.
"Map literacy isn't really my strong suit. I'm more of a get things done by hand, and will power type of Digimon.💧"
"Either works for me.~"
Eyes going towards the Lycanthrope's shotgun.
"You love stuff that go bang, so you're my kind of company too.✨"
Amused cackling at Lilah's assessment.
"I'm the kind that make do without a tamer. Least 'domesticated' one you'll find. And proud of it."
Certain clips played during the broadcast garnered her interest.
Quick glimpses of aerial shots taken of the showdown.
Her interests were simple. Guns, and gun-play.
The tall virus leaned forward with giddy expression, but calmed down once it panned back to the reporter.💧
The virus peered over at the vast shadow blanketing over her.
Curious head tilt.
"You lost, stranger .ᐣ" Genuine inquiry, as she kept her tri-gaze upon the other.
"Those of us without a tamer can remain in our stronger forms for longer, but requires us to constantly look for food sources to sustain us."
"Dynamo? Never heard of him. Sounds neat, especially if his suit has guns attached to it.~"
Inquisitive gaze fixed on the other after.
"We Digimon evolve, either naturally on our own, or with the strength of a tamer."
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The bullets shot from Rizoma de Loto before raining down on her enemies heads.
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𝗪𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 . . .
𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘺 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘶𝘭𝘣 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘹. 💧
Animated sigh. It was worth a shot!
"Alright, alright. But if I get hungry again, we're going on a trip for some more food."
Indifferent nod given after, making her way to check out the living room's layout. She doubted the TV would have anything interesting, but checked it out all the same.
"I'm more surprised you fancy them that much."
Pink feathery sash twirled around.
"I don't mind your clothing, so long as I still had my guns to use.💧"
🪽❝Admire? It’s more like me being a little addicted to your clothing. As for you wearing mine, you’ll have to get used to it...❞
Ha ha... Big oops coming from the angel lady.
"I didn't know you admired my outfit, and equipment this much.💧"
She feels naked without her three barrel pistols.
🎨: gerusyu
🪽❝Bang bang!❞
