"I?m telling you, this is not a good omen," the Mushroomon stated to his fellow Charmeleon. "That place might have tons of riches, but I definitely heard whispers in the crypts."
"You?re just a big coward. It must have been just the wind that you heard down there," replied the Charmeleon with a cross of his arms.
"Oh yeah, then why don?t you go down there and get the treasure for yourself?"
"Hey now, I never said I was looking forward to exploring the crypts. They?ve been unused for a decade now."
"Who?s the coward now?" teased the Mushroomon with a smug smile.
As Laurie was listening, Raven came with the two cups of ale and wondered, "Is that discussion really that interesting that you are having your ears pointing at them?" while he took a seat on the table, and raised an eyebrow in curiosity.
"Shhh," she whispered with a finger on her lips. After Raven sat down and extended one of the cups to her, the Renamon stated lowly. "These two are talking about a crypt with possible treasure inside."
"Probably very dangerous then," he mused silently.
"That?s why we?re Adventurers, and not common villagers," she smirked, taking a chug of her ale.
"Good point," he mused with a smirk and drank a bit of his own, leaning back with a chuckle. "Where is it?"
"I didn?t get that info yet. Should we ask them about it or just go and search the town ourselves?" the female replied.
"Ask," the Zangoose suggested. "It?s way faster than trying our luck here as we don't know the locations."
The Renamon nodded, taking in some more gulps of her ale before turning around on her seat to look at the villagers, "Hey there, excuse us. You were talking about a crypt that could use some exploring, weren?t you?" that caused the group to look at her in surprise at the sudden appearance.
"Y-Yes," stammered the Charmeleon. "Why do you ask?"
"Because you got two capable Adventurers here for the job," she stated with a smirk and pointing her thumb at herself. "So, can you tell us a little bit more about this crypt?"
The villagers looked at each other and weren?t sure what to answer at first, as it was not something they wanted to treat lightly obviously for the two Adventurers.
The Renamon rolled her eyes, "At least tell us where it is? Please?"
"It?s... in a cave just a bit farther away from our current graveyard," explained the Mushroomon. "It has been here... well... since the village exists. With nobody who went in... ever coming back."
"Typical," she replied with indifference. "Did you see anything odd over the area? Shady figures? Different smells? And where is this graveyard situated?"
"South of the village... and... nobody noticed anything of the like. Why do you ask?" wondered the Charmeleon, now nervous.
"The more information we have, the better," the Renamon replied. "But still, thanks for sharing what you had about this place," she smiled at the villagers and turned back around to look at Raven. "Did you hear it?"
Raven nodded, "Standard information level in places like these," he admitted. "I bet down there are at least three or four death traps and either undead or a cult praying to something that is very unhealthy to worship," the Zangoose rubbed his chin. "Though, one time I found a cult that worships a breeding goddess of all things..." and chuckled at the memory. ``Boy, did they fight each other at the question if they should kill me for interrupting their meeting, or take me as I looked like a fine specimen of a male.''
"I?ve heard about that rumor, but that it turns out to be a fact," the Renamon replied to Raven's statement, secretly agreeing in her mind that he indeed looked like a fine specimen. She then chugged the rest of her ale, clearing that thought away from her mind and bashing the cup on the table, "Anyways, ready to go?"
Raven finished his own drink and nodded, "Let?s go."
The Renamon got up on her feet and headed for the door, adjusting her sword at her side.
The Adventurers then made their way around the snow covered town, analyzing their surroundings so as to get used to the layout of the town. They headed south, the direction the Charmeleon stated.
They soon reached the graveyard... to which Raven pointed out, "What the heck happened here? This is large enough for an army to be buried. And too many of these gravestones look no older than 50 years," and started walking among the graves, starting to feel disturbed that many of them... were so small. Grave and gravestone alike.
"It seems this town has a dark part in its history," Laurie suggested, crouching down to inspect one of the gravestones. It was indeed of a child, who died nearly 20 years ago. Brushing a palm on the stone, she made a silent prayer for the deceased kid before lifting herself up.
Raven looked over the graves and frowned as he read the different inscriptions, "Something is wrong... it seems every five years, ten children died on the same day. And none older than ten winters or younger than five..."
"I noticed that as well. It?s not just a coincidence. Something?s up in this town. Let?s find this crypt," she said determinedly.
"Indeed," Raven nodded and reached for a pouch in his belt and opened it, taking out a red glowing crystal out of it. "But first I tune up the power a bit."
Opening a hatch on his arm, he inserted the crystal in and the metal arm started glowing red on various parts of it.
The Renamon watched that, "I?m guessing your metal arm has some sort of engine imbued in it, right?"
"Three in fact. The main one to keep the arm running, a second one to power the fire stone and a third one to raise the power level... however, after two hours I have to take it out or it starts melting."
"We better hurry then, if you?re on a time limit with it," the Renamon suggested, walking out of the graveyard.
The Zangoose nodded and followed after her, and they soon found the entrance to the crypt. It was big, ominous... and completely visible from just outside the graveyard.
Raven sighed heavily, "I don?t like how stereotypical it looks alone from the entrance."
"Hold on a moment," Laurie lifted her paw to get silence from the Zangoose, and she perked her ears to try and listen to something from the inside of the crypt. And she heard... ominous organ melody. At first she was puzzled by that but then got a serious look on her face.
"Keep your guard up," the Renamon stated and took the first steps into the crypt.
"Yeah... ten bucks say they have a wiretrip trap on the first floor," chuckled Raven as he thought that whoever had built that place, had read too many adventure stories regarding what a crypt looks like.
"I?m not betting against that," Laurie replied, guessing there would be traps there anyways. They indeed found the first one soon... a trip trap, connected to a net that was holding up steel balls.
Raven raised his eyebrows, "Well... that is something new."
"If we disarm this, we risk the balls dropping and alerting whoever is down here of our presence," the Renamon stated and was glad the wire was only high enough to trip over if one wasn't paying attention. Meaning avoiding it was a simple thing.
"Then let?s step over it for now. We can do the disarming later," Raven stated and walked over the rope that holds the contraption at the moment. "Let's see how many more "classics" we will see."
Laurie carefully walked over the trap as well without triggering it, the sound of the melody growing louder as they proceeded into the crypt.
"I Wonder who they are worshipping," whispered Raven before stopping and kneeling down. "Pressure plate," he pointed out and felt the surface as his eye scanned for the other half of the trap... and found holes on the walls to their sides. "Another classic... I wonder if it is spears or arrows," while eying the holes with a morbid fascination.
"My guess is arrows, but I don?t want to find out," the Renamon stated. "Follow my steps," she stood up after analyzing the plate and made a nimble vault over it, then crouching down to find the next plate and slowly but surely making her way through the trapped floor.
Raven followed her with careful movements and once they passed the last pressure plate, they saw stairs. Seeing no other way to carry on, they started descending it, slow and carefully.
Laurie peeked over the wall when she got to the last step, checking what was on this next floor. And surely she saw the next trap... a rope from which bones are dangling from. In simple words, walking through them carelessly and they would be causing noises that could be heard all the way down the hall towards the cultists.
Raven peaked as well, his body close to hers and his breath almost touching her neck, as he leaned to her ear and whispered, ``Well... should crawl under them... or risk making sound by removing them?'' he asked in a whisper as he mentally made a note that her fur felt soft and smooth against his own.
The Renamon gave two steps forward, moving her tail in a motion that made her smooth tail brush on Raven's front, ``This is going to be a bit of challenge, but just for you,'' she gave the Zangoose a smirk and with a hop in the air, she teleported to the other side of the dangling bones. The little wind that she produced when she performed this teleportation technique wasn't enough to rattle the bones enough to make noises. She crossed her arms and looked through the hanging bones, ``Let's see how you deal with this.''
Raven rubbed his chin as he moved close to bones and raised his metal claw. Carefully he aimed and made a swift cut, followed by catching the holding rope. The bones didn't rattle enough for any alarm. Slow and careful he moved the rope and the bones until all of it laid on the ground, having caused no loud noises.
Looking at the Ranemon, he grinned, ``Cannot learn teleport... so I had to do the removal of this obstacle,'' he shrugged to her with an humorful grin.
``Not bad at all,'' Laurie returned the grin and turned around. The melody was even louder now, and she could tell the cultists were very close now, but there was still half a room to travel across yet. They surely wouldn't have left the last part untrapped, so she looked around the floor, walls and ceiling to spot the final trap, which was a chest... a big treasure chest like some ruins have, promising great riches... if it weren't for one problem...
``A treasure chest before the cultists?'' asked Raven and looked at it with a deadpan. ``With obvious explosives sticking out of it? What kind of morons do they expect to show up here?'' while his regular hand gestured at the chest, which has the height up to his torso and the width that with no doubt both he and Laurie could fit in... quite comfortable... without anybody interrupting no matter what they were doing.
``Beats me. But I think we may use this to seal the crypt once we are making our way back. At least, if we really want to close this place down. Anyways, we're almost finished. Let's see what kind of cultists we're dealing with here,'' the Renamon stated, walking by the chest and heading to the second staircase towards the cultists' room under.
They poke their heads around the corner, and it was Laurie's turn to lean over Raven's back, feeling his fur over her front. It wasn't as soft as hers, but it still felt good, and in return, the Zangoose felt the female's juicy mounds pressing on his back.
They saw the cultists were around an altar, singing their verses in a language neither of the two adventurers can recognize. Those cultists wore black robes with purple outlines and on the back were a creature with a triangle head, six arms, four legs seven tails... and details that they couldn't make out from the distance.
On said altar was a child bound. His mouth gagged by an opal. The arms and legs bound by chains of gold. A heavy chest piece of an armor made of gold and covered in gemstones that forms a pentagram was laying over the chest and stomach. Only a hole was open... exposing the area of the heart.
One of the cultists was standing over a purple colored frame and recited a prayer, in his hands he held two daggers, one having a blade carved out of diamond and the other made of a black metal. Both have a large rubin on top of their handles.
Raven whispered ``Are they... wearing gold bands around their bodies and arms? With gemstones?'' not even pointing to the fact that this is obviously a sacrifice they are preparing.
``We don't really have the time to be asserting that. We have to come up with a plan to rescue the child,'' she whispered back, focusing on saving the child now. She looked around the room to see how many cultists were there and she counted roughly two dozen individuals.
Raven looked at the one doing the prayer and whispered to the female vixen, ``I'm going to rush in and strike the ceremony leader. That will catch them off guard. You take care of the child. I hope none of them are serious fighters...''
``Sounds like a solid plan,'' the Renamon stated and turned to face Raven, holding her hand out so they could shake on it. ``I'll be as quick as I can. Don't you die on me, Metalhead.''
``Don't take too long if you want a share of the fun, Sunny!'' he smirked to her and took her hand, shaking it, as they looked into each others' eyes. Then he let go of her and started getting ready for his attack.
Laurie stepped aside, giving more room for Raven to prepare himself, ``Give me some sort of signal when it's clear for me to free the child.''
``Second explosion from now on,'' was the simple answer before he started dashing in, making sure to hit the ground hard with his metal boots to get the cultists' attention. They were surprised by the sound and turned their gazes towards the running in Pokemon but before the cultists could react, even to the intruder, the Zangoose aimed his arm and unleashed the might of the fire stone inside, creating an explosive ball that sent some of the cultists flying, clearing him a path towards their leader.
``What are you idiots doing? Stop him!'' shouted the leader while pointing one of the daggers at him. It took several seconds before the cultists put the order together and started running towards Raven, ignoring the fact that no one would be attending the child. Stopping in his run, Raven turned around and aimed his arm again, creating the second explosion just as the last cultist had left the immediate area around the altar to engage the normal type menace.
After the second explosion died down, Laurie used her teleport ability once again to transport herself behind the child, ``Shhh, don't say anything. We're here to help you,'' she took her sword out of the sheathe and started cutting the bindings around the child's wrists and ankles.
The crypt shook from the explosions caused by the Zangoose, dropping some chunks of earth and bricks from the ceiling.
Though after a third explosion, Raven stopped using them. Instead, he let those guys get close and personal... which the first one learned quickly to be a mistake. The first who tried to punch Raven, ended up having his arm grabbed, twisted to the point of breaking before his head was smashed hard into the ground, finishing up by throwing the body at the closest group of attackers.
Except for the leader, none of them were armed and that leader seemed to be content to let his followers attack the Zangoose with their bare hands... despite watching as another cultist had just gotten suplexed and then the invader rolled to get his hands on the ground and use mostly his metal arm's strength to lift his body for a kick a third cultist into the chest hard and land on his feet.
The Renamon took the chance that Raven was making a hell out of that place and didn't care much with the scraping noise her sword was making when she was cutting the golden chains. Luckily, she had sharpened its edge minutes before, as she could already see some progress in freeing the child.
``Is that all?'' Raven challenged them with a big smirk as made a gesture to invite them closer. They were hesitant but a glare from the leader was enough to send them back to the ``welcoming'' arms of Raven, as he was demolishing their ritual. He didn't notice that a bigger body was entering the room, and only as he just finished the last aside from the leader, he noticed the approach...
Though he was too slow as four arms grabbed him and pulled on his limbs in four directions, causing him to cry in pain while ensuring he was unable to move on his own. Gritting his teeth he glances back... and it was a Kabuterimon that held him in place.
``Such a waste,'' began the leader to speak and removed his hood, revealing to be a Mummymon and looked at Raven. ``I only now noticed you had a friend here... to take our sacrefice for C'tik'ula in exchange of making us younger. Well... while you are far from the most perfect one. You are going to be a good enough replacement for me,'' and moved up to Raven, who started to struggle... but even his boosted metal arm could not free from the grip of his captor. Laurie Had finally managed to free the child, picking him up in her arms, she teleported away from the room, looking to bringing him to a safe place before she would come and help Raven out.
The Leader held the dagger with the black metal at Ravens heart... while the diamond blade was aimed at the mirrored position of his. The Zangoose realized how this ritual works. Any moment the cultist leader would plunge the blade into his heart, the sibling put into the side opposite from the heart of the receiver of the blessing... and Raven's lifeforce as well potential years would be sucked out of him and into the cult leader himself.
``You know,'' stated the Leader. ``If we had properly prepared for it with you... the loss of years during the process would be not as high as it could be. Know that your strength will be in good hands after your foolish attempt to stop us.''
``Why were you using kids for your rituals? They've done nothing to wrong you!'' the Zangoose exclaimed.
``I think a dead man should have a last wish,'' mused the Mummymon with a chuckle. ``Those kids were old enough to survive long enough the ritual, while we gained the maximum of the years they could live,'' and he smirked brightly with his disformed teeth. ``Also our matron loves the suffering of children the most and rewards us the most for the souls of those little ones,'' then he got a wicked grin ``Now then, goodbye, you meddlesome, mindless enemy of a greater cause!'' and moved to plunge the daggers into their chests.
However, he stopped as he felt a sudden pain... a pain he was not used to after all those years of the ritual... looking down, he saw a sword sticking out of his chest... through his own heart... looking up he stares at the Zangoose and then at the Kabuterimon... who was now equally lost from where that sword suddenly came from.
The strength leaving him, the daggers fell to the ground and the mad digimon could only grasp on the blade... trying to remove it... but too weak to do so.
Laurie showed up behind the Mummymon, pulling his body backward and giving a kick on back to send him down on the ground, ``That was too close to comfort,'' the Renamon stated to the Zangoose, making two quick motions against the upper arms of the Kabuterimon, severing the fingers from those hands, freeing Raven's arms in the process.
And in the surprise and pain, the legs were released as well as the Kabuterimon was stepping back but was giving a mindless and angry shriek, than glared down at the two to end it... only to stop as Ravens metal arm was aiming at it again... already glowing red from a charge. He had only time to half finish a thought starting with ``oh f-'' before his head was vaporized by pure destructive power shot from the arm.
The body stood there for several seconds... before falling back. Unmoving. Shortly after, Raven's metal arm went limp. Looking at it, he growled, ``Dang. Overheated from the overcharged shots... that last fourth was too much for it.''
Then he turned to Laurie, ``Thanks for the save, Sunny.''
``Don't mention it, but we still have some of the cultists to deal with,'' she called up, seeing the cultists groaning and getting back up on their feet. ``Think you have enough energy for one last attack?''
``The arm? Out of commission. Pokemon moves? Plenty,'' he assured her with a smirk. ``Anything special in mind?''
``Can you do that flamethrower attack, aiming at that wall over there?'' the Renamon asked, pointing to her left side. By his calculations, Raven couldn't figure out Laurie's plan yet. The cultists were directly in front of them. If the flames were launched on the wall, they wouldn't be hitting the target, but the Renamon had a bright, confident smirk on her lips.
``Give the signal,'' he stated and started taking the breath in for the attack, hoping she wouldn't let him wait too long.
``Whenever you're ready,'' Laurie replied, putting the sword back into its sheath after she cleaned the cult leader's blood off of it with a quick swipe motion to the side. The remaining cultists tried scampering off of their sight, but finding they were either too tired or unable to move freely. Even the Kabuterimon, somehow, started moving his limbs again. He must have been some sort of zombie experiment and was getting back to life.
So upon that statement, Raven breathed out, unleashing a torrent of flames towards the wall, trusting her to not lead him astray at this moment.
Laurie positioned herself facing the wall of fire with the cultists and Kabuterimon on the other side of it. She then crossed her arms, creating her ghostly projectiles around her. The Renamon called out, ``Diamond Storm!'' and unleashed her attack at the fire, which imbued the crystal-like projectiles with flames, reaching all the way into the room, not letting any of the cultists escape. Moments after, they were shrieking in pain from the cuts provided by Laurie's projectiles, as well as Raven's flames.
Not to mention the robes of the cultists provided an excellent fuel for the fires, so soon their entire bodies were burning up due to this combinated attack, and one after another collapsed as they were burned to crisps, filling the room with the stench of burning flesh. The two Adventurers looked at the undead and headless bug Digimon to see if they had to deal with it separately... but it too was burning up. ``Good thing the crystals and gems are over there by the altar. I wouldn't want to walk over those burning corpses to fetch them,'' the Renamon turned around, crouching down to and picking up one of the crystals in her hands, looking closely at it. ``I just hope this isn't filled with souls or anything macabre.''
``We can go to the Guild and let them check... it costs a bit but in doubt we also get on the same light somebody who buys this from us,'' suggested Raven as he moved over to her and looked around. ``Think we can find anything else of value if we look around?''
``Why don't you go and check that chest on the upper floor? I'm sure there's a `blowout' of treasures in it,'' she joked in amusement, picking up her bag and filling it up with some of the crystals and gemstones.
``Well, don't expect me to light any candles for the next few hours,'' he stated and tapped his machine arm. ``It will take a while until its parts are cool enough to work again.''
``Just help me collect these up, Metalhead,'' she smiled and checked closely a big emerald, to which the Zangoose nodded and went over to grab every gem he could find and put them into his own bag. They eventually filled their bags to the brim before they heard some crumbling and some more rubbles fell from the ceiling. ``We better get out of this place before it collapses on top of our heads.
"A very good idea!" agreed Raven and the two start running towards the exit, only slowing down around the traps.
The first larger pieces of the ceiling were already starting to fall as they finally reached the top floor and Raven shouted, "Faster!" as they were trying to keep on the speed.
Due to her natural agility, Laurie made it out of the crypt faster than the Zangoose. She stopped at the exit, calling out to him, "Come on! You can do it!"
Raven grunted and at the last steps he jumped as hard as he could to catapult himself outside the crypt... just in the last second before the entire thing collapsed. The Renamon shielded her eyes from the pebbles and dust that erupted from the entrance.
The Zangoose grunted and got himself up and looked at the entrance, "Well... one thing is for sure, if any Cultists want to use that place again, they will be busy with the cleanup."
"Let?s hope it doesn?t come to that," Laurie stated, offering a hand to help the Zangoose up on his feet. When he did so, she asked him, "How?s your arm?"
"Still in cooldown mode," he stated as it kept being limp and to prove that point he lifted it with his other hand... and upon releasing his grip, it fell down limp once again. "Guess it will be for another hour or two."
"Well, I suppose you won?t be able to help me then," the Renamon stated and started walking towards a nearby tree.
"Help you with what?" he asked to her in wonderment.
Moments after, Laurie came back, carrying in her arms the child they had rescued.
"I see," he nodded, slightly embarrassed that he had forgotten completely about the child. "Yeah... sorry," he scratched the back of his head.
"Don?t worry. But you?ll be owing me one," the female vixen gave him a smirk and they made their way back to the centre of the town, where the people stared at them in surprise... while a few were looking in fear.
Noting those, Raven whispered, "It seems some knew what was going on..."
"Well, we did kinda demolish the crypt. I would assume they heard or at the very least felt the earth shaking," Laurie whispered back. A few steps after, an older looking female Bayleef came running at them with tears in her eyes.
"Kevin!" shouted the female and was holding her arms out.
"Mama!" called the kid as he tried to reach his mother.
"Calm down. He?s still very weak and needs medical attention, ma?am," Laurie stated, slowly crouching herself to the ground to make it easier for them.
The mother cried, "I... can?t... I thought..." and held her child and the kid was crying loudly into the mother's chest.
"He?s safe now," the Renamon spoke and she placed her paw on the mother?s shoulder and then got herself up on her feet.
"But you better bring him to a healer," stated Raven to the mother and she ran off to do so. The people kept looking at them, until a Xatu moved in and all stared at him.
The psychic-flying pokemon kept moving towards Laurie and Raven until he was only two meters away from them, "Was it you that caused that loud noise? And the reappearance of one of the missing children?"
"Yes, that?s us, sir. We found him in the crypt after the graveyard grounds," Laurie replied, making sure her blade and bag were properly strapped to her belt.
"Cultists?" he asked to which Raven nodded in affirmation.
"I see.... come tomorrow to my house. I want a full report. Now leave to the inn," he stated and moved off the scene.
Laurie waited beside Raven, watching the Xatu walk away, "Who does he think he is to order us like that?"
"Didn?t you see his badge?" asked Raven. "He is the local Guild Master. And it seems also the equivalent of a mayor."
"Ah, that makes some more sense," he relaxed her fists. The townsfolk around them started thanking the Adventurers for rescuing the kid.
Raven then stated, "How about you let us reach the inn and get something to drink and eat? It was a hard battle for us,'' they nodded in understanding of that and they slowly returned to their chores and tasks around the snow covered town.
The Adventurers headed towards the inn and Raven opened the door. Some of the clients there raised their cups when they entered. The rumors in that town surely spread quite fast.
Raven nodded his head to them and opened a big smile, "How about cups for Sunny and me? Then we tell our tale of the crypt."
Laurie looked at the Zangoose with a slightly angered expression, and he realized he shouldn?t be calling her like that in front of others.
Shrugging as an answer, he just grinned at her and went to one of the free tables and pulled two chairs out, one for her, of course, "Coming?"
"In a minute," she frowned her brow, giving him a punch on his real arm and moving to the corridor that led back to their room.
He grunted a bit at the hit and wondered what she needed to get from there... while the two cups of ale were brought to their table.
The Renamon soon came back, having placed the bag with her gemstones and crystals hidden in the room.
"The ale is here," the Zangoose stated as the female approached. "And the people want to hear the story," he grinned. "Shared thing or shall one of us do the honour of extravagant telling of the events?"
"I?m not one for storytelling, so you can go for it. It might be amusing," she stated and leaned over to whisper in his ear. "Careful to not have your loot stolen while you?re at it," and she leaned back in her chair, taking a sip of her cup of ale.
"Don?t worry!" he smirked and stood up, putting a foot on his chair with a stomp, catching the attention of everybody. "Already you rowdy, gang! You want to know what happened when we came back with the child? I tell you what! We sought out that crypt! A crypt filled with so many traps that I had to ask myself how they fitted them all in the walls, floor and ceiling of this crypt and enough enemies that it was a wonder neither my partner nor myself were covered up to our ears in blood! And that tale started humble by the whispers of treasures!"
He then laughed, taking a swing of his ale and calling up, "Which Adventurer doesn?t follow the promise of treasure and adventure? So the two of us went to the graveyard! And behind it, was the crypt's entrance. Alone, the stench coming from it told us that might be the most dangerous thing done in my career! And I have taken missions to slay dragons with only my teeth!"
"Oooohhh!" the crowd reacted with surprise and admiration.
Laurie raised an eyebrow in surprise as well, not having expected Raven to be that good in storytelling. Definitely interested in how he would tell the tale.
Continuing with the story, the Zangoose, as any man in his shoes would, blew the proportions up for the sake to make things interesting... up until that the Kabuterimon was instead its Mega equivalent and the Mummymon being a giant that somehow could move in the underground.
At the end, he shouted loudly, "And this is the tale of how we saved a lad from his grim fate! Give me ale or call me a liar!" to which all shouted loudly and without hesitation. "Ale! Ale! Ale!"
Laurie also raised her cup and drank in cheers to the Zangoose. The innkeeper then stepped up, "That was certainly an excellent tale, my friends! We haven?t had such amusement in a long time, but thanks to these two, we are saved from boredom! To which, I say, sound the music!" the townsfolk cheered again and the bards started playing their instruments, filling the inn with drunken laughter and equivalent happiness.
Raven laughed loudly and sat down next to Laurie again, his metal arm now starting to work again. He grinned to her and said, "Bet you didn?t see that coming, did ya?"
"I would be lying if I said I did," she gave the Zangoose a bright smile, placing her arm around his neck and enjoying the sight of the bards playing for the people there.
"A skill you learn quickly to get a free drink or meal!" Raven chuckled and smirked. "Bet we could have done a better show if you had joined in!" and playfully poked her into the shoulder.
"Maybe next time," the Renamon replied, her cheeks a bit blushed by the amount of ale she had drunk already. Her hand was stroking gently on the Zangoose?s shoulder, feeling his rough fur there.
"With your looms you would certainly get all the attention before speaking a word," he laughed and had a wide grin. His free hand went around her and pulled her closer.
"You sure are in a quite flirty tone right now. Is that you or the ale speaking, Metalhead?" the Renamon asked, allowing him to bring her closer.
"Is that really so important?" he wondered to her with a smirk and his hand rubbed her around the hips, while looking into her crystal blue eyes.
"As of right now I am thinking there is something we should have done in the first place... instead of fighting back then."
"Is that so? Then how about you enlighten me on that matter?" the female asked, placing her free hand on his lap and stroking his leg.
Raven pulled her a little closer and smirked, "Well... how about I show you instead of just using minced words?"
The Renamon murred at his touch, "Meet me in the room in five minutes. And bring some water," she made a swift move with her hand, brushing it between his legs and standing up, also giving him a quick peck on his cheek and then moving through the dancing and celebrating crowd, swaying her hips and tail for the Zangoose.
He smirked brightly at that and finished his cup of ale, "Better get that water now."
The digimons and pokemons around the inn cheered and greeted Raven as he walked around, and even the innkeeper, who showed to be a cheapskate earlier, didn?t charge for his or Laurie?s drinks, and even provided the Zangoose with some fresh water for his canteen.
He thanked for it and headed back to their room, curious what the vixen has in store for him right now.
As he opened the door carefully, Raven noticed the room was slightly dimmed for the afternoon period. He saw Laurie?s gloves resting on top of the table, and her sword hanging on the wall behind it. Looking towards the window, the Zangoose finally spotted the female vixen, who was closing the window to provide the room for a better environment for what would happen. She turned her head around when she heard the door opening, but kept her backside towards the entrance, "You don't waste any time, do you, Metalhead?" she asked with a smirk on her lips.
"Only somebody unable to appreciate the show is going to wait longer than necessary, Sunny," he smirked, moving over and holding out the water bag, curious what she will be doing with it.
``This is for the afterwards,'' Laurie grabbed the canteen when she turned around to face the Zangoose. She placed it on the nightstand beside her as the Zangoose wrapped his hands around her hips. ``Did you remember to lock the door up? We don't want to be interrupted now, do we?''
``That is a good point,'' he chuckled and kissed her neck. ``Truth is, I didn't get the chance yet,'' and then he let go of her for the door locking. His back turned at her, only returning to her after the door was firmly locked up.
``Well then, I suppose you will now show me what you meant earlier about what we should have done when we first met?'' the Renamon asked, although she already knew the answer to that.
``Indeed!'' he grinned to her. ``And perhaps it gets even more than that,'' and he wrapped his arms around her body, and pulled her in, his lips planting firmly on hers, to which the Renamon returned the kiss with her eyelids narrowing.
