07-01-2016, 05:19 AM
As Guilmon ran towards the tree-line and killing the un-dead along the way, the ocean seemed like it was trying to take out the Primes as well. The waves were beginning to reach all the way up to the trees. The group of friends that Guilmon had gained was disappearing into the forest. Just as Guilmon reached the edge of the forest, he looked back to Funnymon to see if he was following or not. Sure enough, the red-and-black-clad man was just able to reach the forest before a giant wave crashed on top of them. With neither of the Primes knowing what hit them, they began to taste the salty tang of sea water.
Guilmon heard the other Prime mutter something – sounded like half a word, or so – before Deadpool was hit by a piece of the plane that had broken off. Without a word, the reptilian Digimon grabbed him and kept them both afloat. A short distance away, Guilmon saw another human desperately trying to keep his head above the waves with no avail. With his above-average eyesight, he could see something poke out of the ocean – heading straight for the lone Prime. A scream cut through the thunderous wind before the other Prime dipped under the waves for the last time – replaced instead by a jet of red.
Turning back to the island, Guilmon could tell that they were too far out. There was no way he could get the both of them back to the others. The two of them were alone, trapped in the middle of a storming, choppy ocean.
Within a couple minutes, the unconscious Prime came to. After a short conversation, the pair crossed paths with a huge boat. The captain was none other than the man who had sent out the summons to help locate his missing personnel – Karl Jak. When Karl tossed down a yellow donut, Guilmon exclaimed "Yay, a boat! Now Guilmon and Funnymon are safe!" The donut was just out of Funnymon's reach. Deadpool told Guilmon to swim a little closer, which was in Guilmon's mind anyway – the donut looked yummy.
As Deadpool looped his arm around the donut, Guilmon grabbed for it as well. When he felt it, he realized that it was not food. A bit bummed, he wondered out loud if whatever this "pep-c" they had would be tasty. Ignoring the hungry saurian – good idea? – Deadpool gave Karl a signal prompting whatever crew that was on board to pull them up.
"Alley-oop! Yay~" Guilmon's exclamation of joy as they were pulled up pulled a sigh from Deadpool's mouth. When they, too, were aboard the vessel, Guilmon noticed that the one that had pulled them up was a blue-and-silver man with no face. "Warudarumon? No, he's white... Metaldarumon, then!"
"Who the hell is? You know what, never mind." As the pair stand up, Deadpool looks at the soda-based Prime. "Well, well, well. If it isn't 'Mister Coke' himself... How've you been holding up since the last Dante's Abyss? You don't seem to be participating this time around. Think you're too good for the competition or somethin'?"
Despite Deadpool's instigations, Pepsiman remained calm. "I know you mean well, Wade. How 'bout some crisp, refreshing Pepsi?" Guilmon could not figure out how the metal man spoke without a mouth. Nor did he know where he pulled the can from. The can was dark blue with the word "Pepsi" stylized on the side. Underneath the brand was a circle. It was red and blue with a white squiggle fully separating the two halves.
"Metaldarumon... What's that in your hand?"
"This, my friend, is the best drink in all of the Omniverse! No drink has and ever will surpass... Pepsi! Take one swig and you will never want to drink anything else." Pepsiman hands a can to each of them and opens one of his own. Deadpool lifts up his mask just long enough to down his can.
Guilmon, on the other hand, had no idea how to open the can. Hell, he could barely hold it. "Ahhhh! Pull the tab on the top of the can to open it." With Pepsiman's help, Guilmon manages to get the can open – by stabbing the top of the can with a claw.
Guilmon sniffs the can curiously. "Pepsi smells funny..." Following the example of the other Primes, Guilmon chugs the can... and belches a fireball. "Oopsy!" Guilmon giggles and belches another one. Amid a fit of giggles and fiery belches, Guilmon comments. "Guilmon doesn't like Pepsi. But Guilmon likes what it does to Guilmon."
Guilmon heard the other Prime mutter something – sounded like half a word, or so – before Deadpool was hit by a piece of the plane that had broken off. Without a word, the reptilian Digimon grabbed him and kept them both afloat. A short distance away, Guilmon saw another human desperately trying to keep his head above the waves with no avail. With his above-average eyesight, he could see something poke out of the ocean – heading straight for the lone Prime. A scream cut through the thunderous wind before the other Prime dipped under the waves for the last time – replaced instead by a jet of red.
Turning back to the island, Guilmon could tell that they were too far out. There was no way he could get the both of them back to the others. The two of them were alone, trapped in the middle of a storming, choppy ocean.
Within a couple minutes, the unconscious Prime came to. After a short conversation, the pair crossed paths with a huge boat. The captain was none other than the man who had sent out the summons to help locate his missing personnel – Karl Jak. When Karl tossed down a yellow donut, Guilmon exclaimed "Yay, a boat! Now Guilmon and Funnymon are safe!" The donut was just out of Funnymon's reach. Deadpool told Guilmon to swim a little closer, which was in Guilmon's mind anyway – the donut looked yummy.
As Deadpool looped his arm around the donut, Guilmon grabbed for it as well. When he felt it, he realized that it was not food. A bit bummed, he wondered out loud if whatever this "pep-c" they had would be tasty. Ignoring the hungry saurian – good idea? – Deadpool gave Karl a signal prompting whatever crew that was on board to pull them up.
"Alley-oop! Yay~" Guilmon's exclamation of joy as they were pulled up pulled a sigh from Deadpool's mouth. When they, too, were aboard the vessel, Guilmon noticed that the one that had pulled them up was a blue-and-silver man with no face. "Warudarumon? No, he's white... Metaldarumon, then!"
"Who the hell is? You know what, never mind." As the pair stand up, Deadpool looks at the soda-based Prime. "Well, well, well. If it isn't 'Mister Coke' himself... How've you been holding up since the last Dante's Abyss? You don't seem to be participating this time around. Think you're too good for the competition or somethin'?"
Despite Deadpool's instigations, Pepsiman remained calm. "I know you mean well, Wade. How 'bout some crisp, refreshing Pepsi?" Guilmon could not figure out how the metal man spoke without a mouth. Nor did he know where he pulled the can from. The can was dark blue with the word "Pepsi" stylized on the side. Underneath the brand was a circle. It was red and blue with a white squiggle fully separating the two halves.
"Metaldarumon... What's that in your hand?"
"This, my friend, is the best drink in all of the Omniverse! No drink has and ever will surpass... Pepsi! Take one swig and you will never want to drink anything else." Pepsiman hands a can to each of them and opens one of his own. Deadpool lifts up his mask just long enough to down his can.
Guilmon, on the other hand, had no idea how to open the can. Hell, he could barely hold it. "Ahhhh! Pull the tab on the top of the can to open it." With Pepsiman's help, Guilmon manages to get the can open – by stabbing the top of the can with a claw.
Guilmon sniffs the can curiously. "Pepsi smells funny..." Following the example of the other Primes, Guilmon chugs the can... and belches a fireball. "Oopsy!" Guilmon giggles and belches another one. Amid a fit of giggles and fiery belches, Guilmon comments. "Guilmon doesn't like Pepsi. But Guilmon likes what it does to Guilmon."
Quote:761 words according to MSWord. 825 according to the site? I think it's counted the BBCodes...
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