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Day 18 of Funky February represents a shift, one even softer than the ones of the past, a change towards stories where funk isn't just an occurrence, its a feeling, an inevitability, a shift in every reality that was always destined to happen~

...lets see how two rivals handle this fact on the dance floor~
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In a club between worlds, dozens of denizens of different realities partied the timeless night away, but unlike what past tales may lead you to believe, almost every single one rocked afros already! This was because their worlds had already succumb to the force of the funk, they hadn't been filled to their max yet, but the groove had certainly partied its way into their minds, and this couldn't ring truer for two rivals who found themselves competing for space on the dance floor~

One, a competitive, hotheaded(now in more ways than one) Lucario, and the other a smug, graceful Renamon, now fully flesh and blood outside of the digiverse~
The two had been eyeing eachother all night, giving themselves dirty looks as they danced and grooved, their afros slowly growing bigger as the party went on, they passive-aggressively gestured to eachother with their moves, trying to get the other to back off...yet neither went away, until finally...their afros brushed together and all heaven broke loose~

Instantly, the two-declared a full on dance war against eachother, whoever could bust the funkier moves before the night's end was the winner, as the two rushed off to prepare! They got everything for this battle. Time-acceleration necklaces, hyper-poof shampoo, personal disco balls, sparkly 70's-styled disco outfits, they even took time to bathe in pools of mega-grow hair lotion, but they were finally ready to prove who was the funkiest furry~

As the dance floor cleared for the two's battle, observers watched in awe as they began to dance and groove, busting moves that were thought physically impossible, spinning, bouncing, posing and thrusting for hours on end as with each move made, their hair POOFED bigger in shockwaves of funky power, the pure aura of disco and hair itself EXPLODING out of them with each one made as the music swelled.

Their bodies appeared to become rounder and rounder as their body hair rapidly grew, dark grey and pure white clashing as they slammed and rubbed their afro bodies together, doing a perfect disco pose in unison as simultaneously, their disco outfits were shredded across the dance floor as their darumas burst free! Now in the ideal shape, they began to bounce, spin, and slam up and down, headbanging their huge 'fros together as their movements only became faster and even more frenzied. Each time their faces left the crowd's sight, they became harder to see, as their eyebrows grew and their faces grew fuzzy, five o' clock shadows became grand beards and round, poofy mustaches just as soft as their afros~

The dance floor slowly became obscured by beard and afro fluff as grey and white was all the audience could see, sweeping curls snatching them up and pulling them in to grow, as the two looked eachother in the eyes, their competitive spirits continued to burn brighter than ever! They may have been almost unrecognizable at this point, but they knew their enemies well...though enemies may have been a stretch, frenemies, perhaps?~ Friendly Enemies?~

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Disco partner to bash darumas with, that seemed right, that seemed perfect~ They had a feud, but they weren't going to let it stop them from showing EVERY reality what the funk can do, they were going to let this dance-off go until all worlds were engulfed in endless fog~
and they hope you enjoy every second of it~