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Who: Tomoro and Various [open]
What: Quests, electricity control
Where: Outside the city, quest locations
When: First half of May

Outside the Bay, Tomoro was practicing.

He had been training for some time with Umemiya in regards to controlling his electricity. That had been going...adequately. But now was time for him to take on some effort on his own. It was different from simply funneling more e-pulse into Gekkomon, for he had to be careful to hold back his electrical power, lest he pour too much into a single attack. Where giving Gekkomon more e-pulse was largely beneficial, letting his electricity spark out of control was largely a bad idea.

How was he making the attempt to curb such an out of control charge? By releasing his Discharge attack in the forest, where no one could get hurt by it, and attempting to hold back any electricity that tried to spark off afterwards. And he did it again, and again, and again, succeeding in weakening the offshoots each time, until he finally managed to keep it from happening entirely.

Except...

"I don't know if I'm succeeding or if I'm just using up my electricity," he sighed to himself, the young Toxitricity slumping against a tree as he took a rest. His scales felt raw, from releasing so much energy over and over, and his body felt drained and tired. Was he making progress or just running himself ragged?

He wish he had some idea which one it was.

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It likely wasn't....oh no. A few mere minutes later, Catrina is skittering out of there with a bag of croissants..stale looking croissants with a cup of nectar and the infamous mud. What is the mud? Who really knows!

"They gave me a good deal on the pastries!" Catrina...honey...they likely were clearing out the old pastries...honey...

Tomoro...gives her a flat look. He doesn't know what the mud is, but he's pretty sure these don't look edible.

"Yeah, uh. These don't look fit for consumption. Go back in there and get something fresh."

"I dunno, they just need a bit of heating and they should be perfectly good to eat."

Catrina is determined to use this batch of 'perfectly good' croissants that she got and damn it all, she was gonna make this work. Catrina takes a good sip from her cup of nectar while doing so.

Tomoro sucks in a deep breath through his teeth. "I guess...we're going to have to make due..."

But he's not trying the mud. Something occurs to him, and he thinks of an idea.

"Let's set them all out then, and blast them with our attacks. Your flames and ,y electricity. That'll heat 'em up."

If there had been a moment Catrina was waiting for since the start of her rancid candle lifestyle, this would be it..

"Let's do it, it sounds freaking hilarious and I wanna see the end results for it."

There was no going back from this, Catrina was sold and fully onboard with this mayhem presented to her, debatable cup of mud being forgotten for the time being.

...In that moment, Tomoro was sorry that he suggested the idea.

"Your approval of my idea fills me with shame, but let's do it anyway."

And with that, he began setting the various baked goods out on the ground.

Shame? What's shame? That's a new word Catrina hasn't encountered before! Then again, Catrina is most certainly a shameless creature of sorts.

"Hell yeah let's go through with it! It's gonna be so badass."

Catrina helps with the line up for the sacrificial electrocution and fire for the croissants. If only Catrina had something edible to draw faces onto the baked goods with..

Catrina is as disturbing as ever. But in a way, it's oddly comforting for Tomoro. And once they've gotten them all lined up...

"Okay, let's do this. 3...2...1...!"

He does his best to release a focused burst of Discharge directed at the croissants. It's unfocused and barely contained, but to his credit, he manages to avoid hitting Catrina.

The moment the count concludes, Catrina doesn't hold back on increasing that flame on her head and treating it like a blow torch. Catrina truly is as disturbing as ever, but it's part of her charm!

Once the smoke has cleared from it...holy shit it actually worked. The croissants have been caramelized to perfection thanks to the light dusting of pollen on top.

"Damn...I was like expecting it to be more charcoal like."

"...You really are a weirdo," Tomoro replied. "Come on, they look great!"

He picked one up, and tried one. His eyes widened, and he quickly took another bite and swallowed it.

"Taste great too-!"

Catrina earned her metaphorical queen weirdo crown and wears it proudly as she looks at Tomoro, shocked that it took him that long to realize she really is a high quality weirdo.

It takes Catrina a moment or two to try it out despite the disappointing lack of charcoal being involved. It took only one bite before Catrina was hooked, inhaling her croissant in one go.

"Hot damn, these really are good!"

"Hey, come on! You need to savor it, or else you'll end up wasting them!"

Says the Toxitricity who's literally almost done with the one he started. Nevertheless, he sighs.

"I swear, having you around is like I never need to miss Gekkomon, sometimes."

Catrina just munches on as she gives Tomoro a side glance as she processes what she heard there.

"Gekkomon? Was that one your familiar or something before hand?"

Small multiverse this is, or at least in Catrina's mind, likewise, she had familiars too, but...they were somehow far worse than she is. This place was like a nice vacation from them.

Tomoro gives her an odd look as he finishes his.

"No," he says after swallowing. "He was my Digimon partner. It's kind of like a Pokémon, but different. We fought alongside each other. A familiar sounds like something out of a fantasy anime."

Catrina returns that odd look in kind, before giving a snort (or at least the best a candle can make...it sounds like a razzberry.)

"Well fuck." Catrina started as for once she thought carefully on her next words. "Back where I came from, we had familiars. They're something yah made yourself with little bits of said self in there. Mine were the bone clay kind by the names of Danza, Canto, and Estelle. Danza is the only violent one I have, they like getting into knives."

Tomoro makes a face at that sound. Is this candle mocking him?

"Uh...huh. Those definitely sound like the kind of creatures that would come from you would act like. But like...they might have something in common with Digimon after all, because apparently when a Digimon is born, they're a mirror of their human partner's true self or something. At least, that's what my friend Makoto said to me."

"Damn, sounds like Digimon are like the secret seventh variety of familiar then. We have like only six varieties to choose from like Traditions, Imps, Poppets, Papercutters, Bone Clay, and Lazarus."

Nah...it was more like Catrina is still navigating how to make sound effects as a candle...she misses having Sound Defect.

"...I think you're making a lot of assumptions," Tomoro replied, with a sidelong glance at Catrina. "We're not even from the same world, so it's not like our things would even intersect or whatever anyway."

"Eh, I don't think I am." Catrina snorted a bit...Catrina that snort is sounding like a razzberry still girl. "Besides, last time I decided not to assume anything, the gods from my world turned the damn sun off for a few seconds for laughs. Make assumptions, its good for you."

"...Your world sounds just as insane as you do. You know that, right?"

He sighed, and looked at the rest of their gains. "What are we supposed to do with the rest of these, again?"

"My world's insane? Fuck, this world is the insane one for having only one night eye in the sky!"

And Catrina's tirade has been derailed by one single question. "Shit, I think we're suppose to bring 'em over to Mayaka to try out."

Tomoro gave her a flat look. "You mean the moon?"

At the reminder, however, he turned serious.

"Oh, that's right! Let's get these to senpai, on the double!"

And he's gathering them up, all quick like.

"Well if you want to say it in the incorrect way yeah, we had two moons. The Night Eyes are a very huge part of where I came from." Catrina returns that flat look of disapproval.

......

Was it legal to look serious around Catrina Muerte Calavera? Well, we're about to find out.

"Hell yeah! Let's get these to Mayaka and have her try 'em. Also, do I get to be called Senpai too?"

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