Old Ones Return (IV)

Lunamon:<Hypnos isn't any fun but I guess it serves its purposes.>

Cameron:<Which means there aren't many remaining people who can help us.>

Lunamon:<Or stop us.>

*Euryale raises her hand & opens her mouth, but seeing that Loren is already gone, she just turns to Renamon.*

E"Hi, Renamon. How are you doing?"
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D<Senthose can stop us. He can stop us hard.>

T"Speaking of, do you think Euryale's plan will work?"

D<Not on the Big Bads. We'll probably have to fight them ourselves.>

Lunamon:<We just need to separate them. We almost kicked Senthose's ass that one time.>

Renamon: "Fine. How are you?"

E"Not dead, on a date, Agumon's back to normal, we finally have a plan...I think I'm doing pretty good."
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D<And how are we going to do that? Besides, we still don't know whether or not they can go Mega.>

T"If they can, I don't think they want to."

Kylie:<Why do you say that?>

Renamon: "All right."

Taiyo: "I'll go put this somewhere."

And so Taiyo takes the fruit bowl and scampers off towards the kitchen.

T"From what you told me, when Senthose saw that he was surrounded, he called his other generals. We didn't even know he had any other generals. If he could have gone Mega & mopped the floor with you, why didn't he? It's like either he can't, or doesn't want to for some reason."
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*Euryale smiles at her.*

"I'm going to go with her. See ya around, Renamon."

Kylie:<Hopefully they can't go to Mega! Once we do, we should be able to beat them!>

*She grins*

Renamon: "Right."

There she finds Taiyo setting the bowl in the center of a table with five settings, a few bowls with salad already on the table. Loren sets a tray with a glass of orange juice, a tea cup and pot down.

T"We don't know how, though."
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*Euryale can't help but giggle at the thought of a large, anthropomorphic fox eating dinner at the table, all classy & shit. At some point, she even pictures Renamon with a tophat & monocle.*

E"Thank you, Ms. Shikasu."

Kylie:<We'll have to find that out. The Celestials didn't say anything about it?>

Cameron:<They said they can't tell us.>

Loren: "Please, call me Loren. And you're quite welcome."

Taiyo looks at Euryale unsure of what she's giggling about.

"Alright, thank you, Loren."

*She waves at Taiyo.*

"It's nothing, don't worry. I just came to see what you wanted to do until dinner."
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"Something about having to find out for our--"

<Spiritual mumbo jumbo. They're angels. You should expect that from them. Well, that & racism.>

Lunamon:<Glad I missed that trip.>

Kylie:<Did they say anything about how we find out for ourselves?>

Taiyo: "Hang out in my room?"

*Euryale heads over to take a sip of tea.*

E"Alright. Lead the way."
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T"I'm afraid not."

It's some generic green tea.

Loren: "Do you need anything else with your tea? Sugar, honey, cream?"

Kylie:<Oh...>

Cameron:<Maybe we should go do something fun to get our minds off of this.>

OOC: Green tea with honey is divine.

E"Oh, honey would be great, please."
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T"Something like what?"

Cameron:<We could go get some food.>

OOC: I don't like green tea.

Loren: "All right."

She leaves and comes back with a thing of homey amd spoon, placing it on the tray which Taiyo picks up and heads off to her room.

OOC: I generally prefer black tea, but I have no idea what that's like with honey.

"Thank you very much."

*She follows off after Taiyo, whispering when out of earshot.*

"(Sorry, I didn't know if you could take drinks into your room.)"
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T"Like what?"

Cameron:<Well, what would you like?>

OOC: Pennyroyal all day erry day.

Taiyo: "It's fine."

In her room, Taiyo sets the tray down on top of an end table. The walls feature posters of bands and cats, there's a desk with a powered off computer, a bookshelf, a laundry hamper with a blue bikini top hanging over the side, the bed features blue and white sheets, and off in a corner is a shelf with an urn and collar next to a picture of a gray short haired cat lying on its back like it wants its belly rubbed.