Digital Disaster

[2Bornot2B]

"We won? Finally! I was sick of being shot at by some golden piece of scrap metal. About damn time there was some quiet around here."
She got up and picked up Guile before walking over to the man who she was yelling at. The man wore a hat and strongly resembled the cowboys you'd see in movies and games. He looked pretty normal except the weapons he were carrying are extremely old. Old weapons for an old man. Nonetheless the sharp shooting old man had gained the respect of the sharp tongued Assassin. He had a certain feel to how he talked. He certainly was capable that was without a doubt. A phrase popped into her mind. It was a phrase she had heard over and over.

"Stick with the best and you'll make it"
She muttered under her breath

This quote truly baffled Revy. The best? She was the best! But now after witnessing all this fighting she realised that she wasn't the best. Far from it in fact. She was only a mere mortal trying to get by and the mere mortals are at the bottom of the food chain.

"Hey there"

she addressed the old man

"I'm Revy from the Lagoon Company. It's a pleasure to work with you"

She extended her hand to hopefully shake his. Friends were a commodity well sought after back at home. After all. What are friends for?
thatguyinthestore​

 

[Laix_Lake]

Darild Linken
Status: Currently in the black market
Condition: normal
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"... I can't believe this."
How did he get dragged into this overwhelming pile of craziness? It wasn't like this was his first time dealing with this sort of stuff, but at this scale? Not so much. Before he was even taken in by the tentacled reality demon, he was simply working on an application for a full time job, one that might allow him the ability to actually buy a house for once in his existence. It has been four years since the last crazy thing that he experienced, so understandably he had to get his bearings in place. He mainly followed along, noting the presence of pokemon and Digimon in the process (he certainly had heard of both of them as franchises but beyond that, he is clueless). To those who look upon his face, you wouldn't be able to tell he was panicking over the absurdly of TOM AND JERRY of all things appearing this digital wonderland. He stayed out of the battle for the most part, observing at the sidelines beside one Digimon. One that looked to be pretty similar to the gear-shaped ones that attacked earlier.

It seemed to take a liking to Dairld, even if it hasn't said anything thus far. Regardless of that, it looks as if the situation has calmed down for now. Maybe then he might be able to get some context for all of this.

"What's 'natural' and 'logical' to me is going home! I've been stuck in places like this before and it was L-A-M-E, lame! I don't care if my Digimon has problems or whatever, he can do whatever he wants. He seemed to be doing... 'fine' all on his own. He certainly doesn't need me to tell him what to do. I just want to go home and play some videogames or watch TV or go outside and play some baseball! I don't want to waste my time here having giant robots and monsters made of fire attacking me! I get enough of that back home as it is!"

"So you plan on leaving? then do tell, how exactly are you going to be able to do that?" He spoke with something of a British accent with a slight bit of Higltent Received Pronunciation."Since we are on topic, I might as well ask. Have there been cases of those Eaters escaping this digital world?" asked the ghostly figure.

Crow GinkyGotBack @Anyone_that_is_intrested.

 

[L3n]

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“I can help in a fight, though, look at these heels,”she quickly took off one of her shoes, balancing on one foot. “Look, look, look!”she mimicked a hitting motion with the tip of her heel aimed upwards. It sort of looked like a miner using a pickaxe. With the downward swinging motion she lost her balance, catching herself last second. “Well that was a doozy,”she slipped her shoe back on before safely returning her center to the floor.

Lottie watched as the ‘flamingo’ spoke, taking in the sound of their voice but not necessarily their words, but still nodding along anyways. When the ‘animals’ attention drifted to her quiet Digimon she looked towards John. This time, unlike with the birds squawking, Lottie paid attention to his story. Lottie never really had to deal with loss, besides her mother, because most of the time her father was giving her everything she asked for. Never had she ever felt the solemn on John’s face. “I’m glad you got the chance to talk about it, even just a lil’ bit then… I’m sorry for your loss,”her eyes landed on the ground for a bit before looking up at him with a respectful smile.

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[Thepotatogod]

>Connection established with MetsubouJinrai.Net.
--Jin and Torii-Chan--
@Black-market Gang Topless EldridSmith​

"I wonder what's over there..." Jin pondered as he began to hear some lively noises coming from a distance. It sounded like a bunch of humans and some of Torii's kind having fun! As he walked towards the noise, carrying the wild bird creature with him like a plush, Torii looked up at Jin.

"Ah, Youth, it seems that I have neglected to ask for your name."

"Why do you need it though?" Jin asked, "You can call me whatever since I have to get back to Horobi anyway." He said, pointing out his need to hurry back home.

"Is it not obvious? I wish to stay with you, Youth." Torii answered. "If it weren't for you, my life would've been cut short. Thus, I shall show my gratitude through devotion."

"Haha, you're weird, Torii-chan." Jin chuckled, "It just so happened that I caught you, that's all."

"Then perhaps it is destiny that we had met, Youth." Torii nodded, "I accept the name that you had chosen for me, so I am willing to accept the name that is given to you."

"You're starting to sound a lot like Horobi, you know..." Jin shrugged, "My name's Jin. You said you're okay with me calling you Torii-chan, right?"

"Indeed, Sir Jin." Torii nodded in a dignified manner, "For it is a name befitting of thyself."

"Man, you sure do talk funny." Jin noted, "I don't think I actually get half of what you're saying." He said, soon getting closer to the source of the lively noise. It was a gathering of sorts. Humans and creatures alike. "Woah...What are those things?" Jin gasped at the sight of the strange creatures that roam around the humans. Walking about, playing, even. "They're kinda like you, Torii-chan."

"Indeed, they are, Sir Jin. They're Digimon." Torii answered Jin's inquiry. "Digital Monsters. Creatures that exist in the digital realm. There are many different species. For example, I am a Falcomon." Torii expounded, soon pointing it's claws at what appears to be a small cyan t-rex with arms, being denied the attention from a human female. "That one is a Snow Agumon." Torii said before pointing at a couple of four legged, horned reptilian creatures. "And those are Dracomons." Torii stated before glancing back at Jin, who had an amazed look at his face. "I could point out most of the Digimon species that are currently in the area, but I think it's best if you tried to make conversation and befriend one of the humans."

"Eh?! You want me to make them my friends?!" Jin protested, "But...Horobi told me that I can't make friends with Humans..."

"And why's that?" Torii asked, "Humans aren't as bad as what this 'Horobi' person makes them out to be."

"I know that--they're kinda fun to talk to, really." Jin recounted his encounters with the humans back in his world, seeing their distraught faces and their serious determination as one of them transforms with a Progrise Key was nothing but pure bliss. They looked cool doing that, saving other humans and all. "but Horobi told me that in order to make friends I needed to put a device around their waist and give them a Zetsumerise key after the device reprograms them." He said, "But humans can't be reprogrammed, so..."

"Sir Jin...That's not how you make friends." Torii shook its head in surprise. "What you had just described is how one would mind control."

"Eh..." Jin's eyes widened, "But still...I can't just talk to humans without making it a threat to everyone else since you know...Plus, Horobi will kill me if he found out."

"But Horobi isn't here now, is he?" Torii raised a brow. "Besides, I had overheard earlier that these Humans are in a similar predicament as you are--lost in the digital world. It's not like they would know about you nor your affiliation."

"Really? Well...Then..." Jin looked around to see who he should start talking to. Torii does have a point though. It doesn't seem like any of them would know who he is, what MetsubouJinrai.Net is and what their goal is. They just look like...Yes, a bunch of lost people, much like him! "Should I really?" He asked himself before smiling and shrugging. "I guess it wouldn't hurt to not go and make humanity extinct for a couple of hours...Sorry Horobi." He said in compromise, soon walking over to what appears to be some guy in a black hood, just like him, and two girls. An older one with very red hair wearing a black dress and a very young one with pink hair in a yellow raincoat. The red one was excusable, since there was someone with red hair back in his homeworld, but pink? "Man, you have a weird hair color..." Jin couldn't help but comment as soon as he got a good look at the two, which promoted his Falcomon to looked shocked at its current owner. What's worse is that he said it directly at the pink haired child, who's right within the hearing distance of the red haired lady. "Are you a--?" He was about ask something when he sS cut off by Torii.

"Sir, I don't think you should've said that." Torii advised, "It's rude."

"Rude? What does that mean?" Jin asked, not knowing the term.

"Goodness me, sire! Does this Horobi not teach you about simple, basic etiquette?" Torii asked in a gasp, who, in turn, had received a head tilt from Jin in confusion.

"I...Don't think he does." Jin told Falcomon quite bluntly. "It sounds so boring that I don't think he would care about...Whatever that is." He said, like the manchild that he is. "Anyway, do you know where we are, human with a weird hair color?" He asked, not paying attention to his rudeness.

"Oh dear..." Torii soon faced the pink haired child, "I'm so sorry for what he just said. He...Literally doesn't know what he's doing." She apologized, hoping the child wouldn't mind.

 

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@Black Market​

Sherlock made his way, alongside some of the others, to the Black Market. He listened attentively as the white haired boy spoke, noting down only the useful details and filing them away in the attic that was his mind, careful to avoid filling the precious space with any unnecessary clutter, such as the ramblings of his cohorts.

"Interesting... to see so many of what I would call Irregular Hackers in one place"

The white haired boys comment sparked something in Sherlock's mind. Ever since his "death", he had been cut off from all of his previous contacts and associates, his "Irregulars" as he often referred to them. Though none seemed especially exceptional to Sherlock so far, looking over the group, they appeared to come from a multitude of backgrounds and hold an assortment of skills. Perhaps they could actually prove useful in the future?

I have purchased their entire stock, for the sole purpose of giving you your Digimon.

Sherlock was dubious about the usefulness of these "Digimon" but he had found from previous experience that he was sharper and more focused when operating with a partner. Besides, at the very least, Sherlock supposed, one could hold some value as a listener. Although Angus had served that role faithfully, Sherlock had always preferred his listeners to be of the animate rather than inanimate variety.

Sherlock meticulously examined the Digimon on offer, though, like the group he currently associated with, the majority of them appeared rather uninteresting, however, one caught his eye in particular. Perhaps it was Sherlock's interest in bees or maybe he saw some potential in the Digimon but either way he walked up to the Fanbeemon and introduced himself.

"My name is Sigerson. I am currently looking for an individual to assist me in my investigations and I believe, that out of everyone here, you are the one most capable. Therefore, if you are interested, I propose a partnership between the two of us."

The Fanbeemon nodded its head, enthusiastically.

"Good! Your training shall commence as soon as we have established ourselves."

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[thatguyinthestore]

John would quirk a brow as he watched Lottie's little... balancing show, he supposed he could call it. It was amusing, hell it reminded him of something someone like Karen would have tried.... when she was drunk, at least. And, to be fair, she was drunk quite often. When she was visibly upset by his words about Arthur, even if it was only a little, John smiled and waved off her words again.

"It's fine. You don't need to trouble yourself with it one bit, Miss La Bouff. He died..." John paused and looked down, trying to think of what to say. He was about to say he was a good man, and that he died as one... but John knew that wasn't the truth. Arthur had done bad things, just as the rest of them had. Him, Dutch, Charles, Hosea... even Micah. Especially Micah. "Well, he didn't die a good man. But he didn't die a bad one either. It's... hard to tell what he quite was in the end, quite frankly." John said, falling silent for a moment as he silently lamented on his fallen brothers' death. He then found his thoughts interrupted by the loud girl from earlier, however, and John was surprised to find her actually extending an olive branch, as it were. John, like most people here probably, wanted to make more friends than enemies here, so he did not show hostility in the slightest as he shook the pirate's hand. "John Marston. Pleasure's all mine, Miss Revy." John said with a smile.

Meanwhile, the bird Digimon that had taken a liking to Mister Marston kept his wing wrapped securely around the flower Digimon's shoulder, smiling all the while. "You ain't got a name, sweet thang?" He asked as he now began to waggle his eyebrows instead of bouncing them. "Cuz I got some nice..." He began to try and flex, gritting his teeth as he did so. "STRRRRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGG muscles with your name on 'em."

L3n 2Bornot2B ​

 

[Necessity4Fun]

The iron wrench he grasped into so desperately was starting to warm up, conducting the electricity Wray's worried self gave out, plopped on his knees, still on top of the red-colored wagon. If it wasn't for the danger of the situation, someone must have thought about how interesting or pretty the phenomenom was, crackles of lighting blue going on and off in the air similar to fireworks. To the teenager, however, it wasn't funny nor fun. In fact, as fear caught up to him, and his gaze kept bouncing off the strangers and the charge built up, he felt like crying. Just straight throwing himself on the surface, --the wagon--, as if clingling to dear life and tearing up completely.

Normally, that'd be when one the others would try to calm him down, especially Sion who was... Quite knowledgeable for a bird-person! Oh wait, the right term was Harpy, wasn't it? He would usually be so quick to present unrefutable calming logic! But this, didn't seem to be Irentha, or Reocopia and this wasn't his adventure or his party and he was really really scared...

And then a new sound had broken the tension.
It sounded like a beep...? Heck, it even said a beep! Beeps tended to be bad. When a machine beeped it might be able to explode... or combust in flames. Or something like that but, those were the high-pitched appliance like beeps. This one was different. I was a low-pitch and a male's voice. In fact! The same voice of the caped-perhaps-also-an-inventor man that has finally let go of the suspenders. Instead of amping up the uneasiness of the situation, the odd, uncommon kind of beeping had instantly perked up Wray's curiosity.
With the electricity dying down like the flip of a switch, suddenly all focus had been directed to the new object the knightly tinkerer held in his hands, some kind of box with an antenna... A detector maybe? But what was it even detecting? Emotionless rust-copper gaze took in the blocky contraption with full-interest and then widened in delight right after, there hadn't even been enough time to ask what the thing even was:

"Really?!!"

, any mentions of the unstable structure had gone unheard as hearing the word 'dismantle' followed by the notion of being given something,

"Is it that box?! I like that box! Can I have it?? What's it called? What does it do??! Why is there a big button on it? Can I press it? Is it yours? Did you make it?? Did I ask what it does already? I'm getting lost with my questions... So many things to k-"

"... BECAUSE THE DAMN THING'S GONNA FALL APART!!!"​

"...Oh."

From his advantageous position, Kyr would be able to see the exact moment reality had hit the teenager like a ton of bricks. For a while, there was just silence. All questions forgotten it had been like retracing one's steps, then realizing what an idiot you were. The delight-filled expression tensed up into one of dread and for the first time in the day, Wray knew true fear. Everything seemed to stay still. And then the metallic beams creaked once more.

THIS TIME HE HAD ACTUALLY HEARD IT!!

"U-UAAAAAHHHHH!"

, he reacted immediately, static coming back to life as his heart metaphorically jumped of out his chest, the boy suddenly clinging to the man's cape for reassurance with his empty hand,

"OH GOD, OH GOD, THIS IS BAD, I DON'T WANT TO GO LIKE THIS!! IT'S TOO SOON, THERE'S SO MUCH TO DO! AAAAAHH MAYDAY, S-O-S, LORD PLEASE HAVE MERCY ON MY SOUL!!!"

While Wray shook this poor stranger like bamboo on the wind, the wrench waved in the air quite easy to swipe away. That's exactly one of the woman's robot friends had done, jumping and prying the slightly warm tool off of his hands as if the boy had butter in his fingers:

"H-hey! Give that back!"

, he protested, though too scared to move and still grasping at the other's cape he refrained from giving the tiny junk-head chase. Well, at least the surprise had been enough to make the static stop,

"I left my other one at home, this is the already the replacement wrench!"

"N-NOW JUST CALM DOWN!! Stay RIGHT WHERE YOU ARE!!"​

"S-sure!"

, the reply was rather shaky, a poor attempt for a laugh leaving him as he tried to calm down,

"It's not like I was planning on moving from here..."

, the steampunk teenager had muttered to himself.

Cassandra's robot had swift and quickly been able to un-do the unscrewing of the main nut, especially since Wray wasn't that fast of a worker so it had only been that one. Though given their situation tightening up some others had been smart-thinking in part of the robots. The inventor-wannabe felt a rather conflicted seeing his work being undone, like that. Sure, they were less likely to fall and die now... But also, all those wrench turns for nothing! That hurt! Like, deeply in his tiny inventor heart!! And then the woman had asked for his name:

"I-I'm Wray..."

, his response had done on a low tone a bit on the pouty tone of things, still a bit shook from everything that had just happened,

"Wray Arth Davenport..."

In his mind, that was it. The adults' tones were very clear in conveying that the fact that he would a hundred per cent be getting a lecture from this. So he just stood there, in his knees on top of the wagon with a nervous gulp, waiting for it to start. Waiting for the other to begin telling him just how reckless he had been which, to be honest, he deserved. He completely deserved it this time and didn't intend on escaping any sort of punishment that was about to come... He could only, hold on, absolutely dejected at the ridiculously dangerous situation that he had needlessly created.

But instead of more angry, concerned voices, the next sound had been more like a rumble. When Jesse had jumped to get closer, even more bits of the structure seemed to give out under the sudden shift in weight, an entire metallic beam unhinged itself from the connection end and falling towards the bottomless pit that God knows where it lead. If anywhere. The noise followed by the shaking of the whole thing once the man had landed caused Wray to jerk his head up in alarm, merely able to catch sight of the third adult before he was holstered from the ferris wheel without warning.

Following the position of its panicked user as both of them feel, a curve of electric blue had been left in air, as if a brush of lighting had made a stroke in the 'sky', luckily for Jesse the discharge had been too mild to be felt through their clothing, more a show of lights than anything. Tiny bits of metal once more escaped the boy's pouches and then both fell back, sprawled on top of the two big pipes right next to the abandoned attraction.

Wray had closed his eyes to brace for the impact, then blinked them a couple times in confusion as he stared at the blue-grid that made the ceiling. If it is once can call it a ceiling. The noises of metallic bits impacting the ground below then prompted him to stand upright, alarmed once more:

"Oh no, there go my screws!"

, and then he remembered about the other man,

"Ah! A-are you okay there mister?! That looked like it hurt a ton!"

"J-just gimme a minute, yo..." ​

"Oh... O-okay then."

, going silent, Wray would spend a moment too long on top of the man, just sat there, internally wondering what 'yo' was even supposed to mean until,

"Ah!"

, finally scrambling to actually get out of him.

"S-sorry~!"

Crow , Birb , Jeef_jones , thatguyinthestore , PolikShadowbliss​

 

[Crow]

"A couple of rather notable recent seperate incidents over the past month. The details are a bit too unclear. Before that, I think some of my own Zaxon members were reported to me to have been attacked by an Eater. Us as Zaxon know very little more than you do," the ghostly person says to Darild, "if we meet again, you are free to ask again, perhaps share that which we have failed to share with you. Fei and I will always patrol Kowloon everyday. Fei is the one with the Kyoto-ben and the Tigervespamon, and if you see a Machinedramon, it is likely me...

... speaking of, I must leave for my daily patrols now. The world is small, so us meeting again seems inevitable."

He prepares to leave through that pad.

Meanwhile, all humans/Pokemon/every cast member except the Digimon would hear a voice in their heads.

You get me.

"Come here."

Either way, it was time for our friends to finally leave this place after getting their newfound partners.

"Come on, I know a way out!"

Plotmon would lead the group...


Soon, Plotmon would be observed leading the group through the scape of Kowloon, with Tokomon bouncing up and down by its side.

"Strange, this path never leads in circles."

Meanwhile, they would hear the voice again.

"You're getting closer."

"... and I'm pretty sure this never existed in Kowloon before!"

What this referred to was an entrance of some kind, where instead of displaying the darkness of tunnels, it displayed a shining light, obscuring all it may hold.

What was it?

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[Thepotatogod]

>Connection established with MetsubouJinrai.Net.
--Jin and Torii-Chan--
@DigiGang
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As Jin was waiting for his answer, his attention was suddenly drawn by a sudden eruption of sound; out of nowhere, a very familiar voice called out to him along with the appearance of a message in his vision.

'Come here'​

"Huh?" Jin looked at the side, looking for the source of the voice. "Horobi...?" He muttered, prompting his Falcomon to look at Jin with a bit of worry.

"Sir Jin? Is everything alright?" Torii asked it's master who was rubbing his forehead.

"I.. I thought I heard someone around here." Jin said, "It told me to 'Come here'." He then turned to Torii, "Did you hear anything, Torii-chan?"

"I'm afraid not." Torii shook its head. "In any case, you should--!" Torii began, as if to reprimand to manchild when a fluffly looking four legged creature with golden ornaments called out to most of the humans, including to those who aren't, like yours truly.

"Oh! You hear that, Torii-chan?" Jin clenched his fists with excitement, "That Digimon thing knows how I could get home!" He exclaimed excitedly, grabbing hold of his Falcomon's wing. "Lead the way, Fluffy Digimon!" He giggled, raising his free fist up in the air like a child, soon dragging him and Torii away from the pink haired child.

"I-I'm sorry about this!" Torii apologized one last time as it was being dragged away, hopefully excusing Jin's aloof behavior against the child.

---{Connection established to MetsubouJinrai.Net}-->

During the journey, Torii had found itself struggling keeping Jin in order. While everyone was diligently following the Plotmon, Jin's attention was everywhere--going on from corner to corner, taking in the sights of the Digital World for himself which almost caused both of them to stray away too far from the group. They soon found themselves lagging so far behind the group that they could only see the Digimons following their chosen partners.

"Hahaha, this is much more fun than I thought! This world's soooo cool!" Jin exclaimed, skipping along as a somewhat exhausted Torii held his hand, somehow keeping up with Jin's vibrant energy. "Hey, hey! How come Horobi and I don't know about this, Torii-chan?" He asked, glancing at his Falcomon.

"It's...Usually inaccessible by...Normal means, Sir Jin." Torii began, catching its breath. "There's a lot of complicated processes that's happening in entering this world that explaining it to you may take a while." It sighed, "I'm sure this Horobi person would've known one way or another."

"Oh, ok." Jin nodded, finally catching up with the rest of the group. "Oh? We stopped." He said, his eyes soon widening as another message.

'You're getting closer.'

"T...There it is again..." Jin quivered a bit, his eyes soon happening upon some sort of large white hole of some kind. "Oooh...What's that?" Jin pondered, walking towards the white hole.

"Sir Jin, wait! We don't know what's in there!" Torii chased after Jin, knowing that whatever in there is abnormal in every way--there wasn't anything like this the last time she was here, no way!

 

[Jeef_jones]

The iron wrench he grasped into so desperately was starting to warm up, conducting the electricity Wray's worried self gave out, plopped on his knees, still on top of the red-colored wagon. If it wasn't for the danger of the situation, someone must have thought about how interesting or pretty the phenomenom was, crackles of lighting blue going on and off in the air similar to fireworks. To the teenager, however, it wasn't funny nor fun. In fact, as fear caught up to him, and his gaze kept bouncing off the strangers and the charge built up, he felt like crying. Just straight throwing himself on the surface, --the wagon--, as if clingling to dear life and tearing up completely.

Normally, that'd be when one the others would try to calm him down, especially Scian who was... Quite knowledgeable for a bird-person! Oh wait, the right term was Harpy, wasn't it? He would usually be so quick to present unrefutable calming logic! But this, didn't seem to be Irentha, or Reocopia and this wasn't his adventure or his party and he was really really scared...

And then a new sound had broken the tension.
It sounded like a beep...? Heck, it even said a beep! Beeps tended to be bad. When a machine beeped it might be able to explode... or combust in flames. Or something like that but, those were the high-pitched appliance like beeps. This one was different. I was a low-pitch and a male's voice. In fact! The same voice of the caped-perhaps-also-an-inventor man that has finally let go of the suspenders. Instead of amping up the uneasiness of the situation, the odd, uncommon kind of beeping had instantly perked up Wray's curiosity.
With the electricity dying down like the flip of a switch, suddenly all focus had been directed to the new object the knightly tinkerer held in his hands, some kind of box with an antenna... A detector maybe? But what was it even detecting? Emotionless rust-copper gaze took in the blocky contraption with full-interest and then widened in delight right after, there hadn't even been enough time to ask what the thing even was:

"Really?!!"

, any mentions of the unstable structure had gone unheard as hearing the word 'dismantle' followed by the notion of being given something,

"Is it that box?! I like that box! Can I have it?? What's it called? What does it do??! Why is there a big button on it? Can I press it? Is it yours? Did you make it?? Did I ask what it does already? I'm getting lost with my questions... So many things to k-"

"... BECAUSE THE DAMN THING'S GONNA FALL APART!!!"​

"...Oh."

From his advantageous position, Kyr would be able to see the exact moment reality had hit the teenager like a ton of bricks. For a while, there was just silence. All questions forgotten it had been like retracing one's steps, then realizing what an idiot you were. The delight-filled expression tensed up into one of dread and for the first time in the day, Wray knew true fear. Everything seemed to stay still. And then the metallic beams creaked once more.

THIS TIME HE HAD ACTUALLY HEARD IT!!

"U-UAAAAAHHHHH!"

, he reacted immediately, static coming back to life as his heart metaphorically jumped of out his chest, the boy suddenly clinging to the man's cape for reassurance with his e,

"OH GOD, OH GOD, THIS IS BAD, I DON'T WANT TO GO LIKE THIS!! IT'S TOO SOON, THERE'S SO MUCH TO DO! AAAAAHH MAYDAY, S-O-S, LORD PLEASE HAVE MERCY ON MY SOUL!!!"

While Wray shook this poor stranger like bamboo on the wind, the wrench waved in the air quite easy to swipe away. That's exactly one of the woman's robot friends had done, jumping and prying the slightly warm tool off of his hands as if the boy had butter in his fingers:

"H-hey! Give that back!"

, he protested, though too scared to move and still grasp at the other's cape he refrained from giving the tiny junk-head chase, at least the surprise had been enough to make the static stop,

"I left my other one at home, this is the already the replacement wrench!"

"N-NOW JUST CALM DOWN!! Stay RIGHT WHERE YOU ARE!!"​

"S-sure!"

, the reply was rather shaky, a poor attempt for a laugh leaving him as he trie to come down,

"It's not like I was planning on moving from here..."

, the steampunk teenager had muttered to himself.

Cassandra's robot had swift and quickly been able to un-do the unscrewing of the main nut, especially since Wray wasn't that fast of a worker so it had only been that one. Though given their situation tightening up some others had been smart-thinking in part of the robots. The inventor-wannabe felt a rather conflicted seeing his work being undone, like that. Sure, they were less likely to fall and die now... But also, all those wrench turns for nothing! That hurt! Like, deeply in his tiny inventor heart!! And then the woman had asked for his name:

"I-I'm Wray..."

, his response had done on a low tone a bit on the pouty tone of things, still a bit shook from everything that had just happened,

"Wray Arth Davenport..."

In his mind, that was it. The adults' tones were very clear in conveying that the fact that he would a hundred per cent be getting a lecture from this. So he just stood there, in his knees on top of the wagon with a nervous gulp, waiting for it to start. Waiting for the other to begin telling him just how reckless he had been which, to be honest, he deserved. He completely deserved it this time and didn't intend on escaping any sort of punishment that was about to come... He could only, hold on, absolutely dejected at the ridiculously dangerous situation that he had needlessly created.

But instead of more angry, concerned voices, the next sound had been more like a rumble. When Jesse had jumped to get closer, even more bits of the structure seemed to give out under the sudden shift in weight, an entire metallic beam unhinged itself from the connection end and falling towards the bottomless pit that God knows where it lead. If anywhere. The noise followed by the shaking of the whole thing once the man had landed caused Wray to jerk his head up in alarm, merely able to catch sight of the third adult before he was holstered from the ferris wheel without warning.

Following the position of its panicked user as both of them feel, a curve of electric blue had been left in air, as if a brush of lighting had made a stroke in the 'sky', luckily for Jesse the discharge had been too mild to be felt through their clothing, more a show of lights than anything. Tiny bits of metal once more escaped the boy's pouches and then both fell back, sprawled on top of the two big pipes right next to the abandoned attraction.

Wray had closed his eyes to brace for the impact, then blinked them a couple times in confusion as he stared at the blue-grid that made the ceiling. If it is once can call it a ceiling. The noises of metallic bits impacting the ground below then prompted him to stand upright, alarmed once more:

"Oh no, there go my screws!"

, and then he remembered about the other man,

"Ah! A-are you okay there mister?! That looked like it hurt a ton!"

"J-just gimme a minute, yo..." ​

"Oh... O-okay then."

, going silent, Wray would spend a moment too long on top of the man, just sat there, internally wondering what 'yo' was even supposed to mean until,

"Ah!"

, finally scrambling to actually get out of him.

"S-sorry~!"

Crow , Birb , Jeef_jones , thatguyinthestore , PolikShadowbliss​

"Really?!!"

, any mentions of the unstable structure had gone unheard as hearing the word 'dismantle' followed by the notion of being given something,

"Is it that box?! I like that box! Can I have it?? What's it called? What does it do??! Why is there a big button on it? Can I press it? Is it yours? Did you make it?? Did I ask what it does already? I'm getting lost with my questions... So many things to k-"

Kyr was glad the kid was more calming down then getting more anxious, and as he was the beeping seemed to slow down as well, although one of the beeps was when kyr was yelling at a raccoon thing in the bar trying to scare it off, but he was glad, he put it away and it stopped beeping eventually, then the lady with the weird tiny metallic constructs seemed to shout something that got to the kid which kyr thought was good until he grabbed kyr's cape tightly and started to panic as the beeping began again but this time more intense and fast, although he didn't know how to comfort the kid although luckily the wrench being nabbed distracted the kid from freaking out more and then the lady said for the kid to stay there and that seemed to be good and stuff until it started shaking some more, a concerned look showing up on kyr's face and then suddenly this third guy tackled wray out of harm and onto the ground...ouch that impact made kyr cringe, before looking around yeah this thing wasn't safe at all, so he quickly started making his way to scramble down, and when he reached the bottom he went over to wray and jesse and looked over jesse "Hey you doing alright man? by my calculations that fall was far enough to really hurt..." although then from the beyond area came a strange block like creature, it seemed to spot the situation and quickly waddled it's way over

kyr turned to it and gave it a look over, maybe this was one of those digimon things, he titled his head curiously looking at it, the ToyAgumon did the same to him, mimicking him, kyr then raised his arms in the air and then likewise the creature did the same thing, before kyr laughed "You know I like you little weird...blocky digmimon? yeah I'll call you blocky!" it seemed to nod at the name, and then kyr smiled, before the toyagumon and kyr looked back over to jesse in worry
interacting: Birb Necessity4Fun thatguyinthestore
mention: Crow​

 

[Critic Ham]

• Sun
• Well-Worn Journal

• 
  
  I slowly raised an eyebrow as Albino Boy gave explanations that made little sense. We’re supposed to be hackers with these creatures called Digimon? He didn’t go much in depth about what exactly they were, but it sounded more like he expected us to know what was happening rather than any vile intentions. Hell, he even called the place we were in the Black Market. As far as I was aware of, criminals don’t advertise themselves so plainly.
  
  Both my eyebrows furrowed when he finally mentioned the tentacle creatures. ‘Eaters’ as they were dubbed by many. Apparently I’m to run away from such creatures and those who did not heed such advice were never heard from again.
  
  Welp, that brought up a bunch of implications I didn’t want to dive in. If these ‘Eaters’ were appearing back on Earth as well as this realm that meant they had power to jump dimensions. Of course, anything with that sort of power appearing on Earth would get mobbed by Storm Beasts all seeking to devour it in order to obtain its power. I shuddered to think what was happening to the city now.
  
  I suppose on the bright side I was marginally safer than those poor sods. Didn’t help with my stomach knotting itself in guilt though. But I can reverse that feeling by slaying one of these Eaters.
  
  Though with my questions now somewhat answered, I hung in the back of the group as they asked their own questions, interacted with one another, and checked out the Digimon.
  
  I spotted an odd box while observing. Every few seconds it would shuffle away as if it was trying to sneakingly escape. The box was probably a digimon or something. I say let it. Still, my instincts pushed me to check it out to make sure it wasn’t a threat. So I strolled over to the box, slid my scythe blade underneath it, and flipped it over.
  
  My eyes met the green eyes of a humanoid Digimon.
  
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  It gave me a deadpan look as though it half-expected this to happen.
  
  “So, whatcha doing?” I asked as I shouldered my scythe.
  
  “Trying to replicate a box trick from that snake fella. Clearly doesn’t work as advertised.” The Digimon huffed.
  
  “Ah, a non-answer I see. Trying to escape?”
  
  “Going to toss me back into the cages?”
  
  “Nope.”
  
  The Digimon’s eyes widened and gave a flat ‘what’.
  
  “Cages broke, too much hassle to pin you till another cage is found. Besides, Albino Boy over there makes it sound like you’re some slave-pet thing. Given you’re sapient enough to sneak way rather cleverly and we’re chatting without the whole charades thing, it’ll make it awkward in recapturing you. Now shoo, get away before Albino Boy notices you.”
  
  The Digimon looked at me and the short distance away to freedom. Its expression told me that it was torn between something.
  
  “Go now or I punt you across the distance towards freedom. With the blade end of my scythe.”
  
  That got the Digimon to go. It skedaddled, leaving behind a smokey outline of its form as it blazed out of the market. Huh, thought that only happened in cartoons. I shrugged. Whatever, good deed done for today. Though, I did get the feeling I would see it again.
  
  I turned back to see Albino Boy having to leave. Something about patrols. Don’t know what they were about, but so long as they weren’t illegal or messed with me, I would leave him be. The boy has been somewhat helpful in his explanations.
  
  It was then a voice spoke inside my head.
  
  “Come here.”
  
  My eyes darted around the Black Market, scythe and shotgun in hand ready for an attack. Yet I didn’t spot anyone else besides the group here. I placed my weapons away just as another voice spoke.
  
  “Come on, I know a way out!”
  
  I glanced over to the owner of the voice and clamped my jaws shut not to allow a girly shriek escape. The creature, a digimon, was so adorable! What with its rosy cheeks and puppy like body. The urge to pet it flooded my thoughts, but I resisted. It would be unsightly just to pet things just because they look so cute.
  
  Besides, I have appearances to keep. I nonetheless let out an internal scream as I followed the puppy, wrestling with the urge to pet it every step of the way.
  
  I noticed impish digimon from earlier follow the group. It hid wherever it could, often behind blocks or ruined playthings. When it couldn’t hide, it outright just walked several paces behind us. I rolled my eyes. Was it following me specifically? If it wanted to repay for letting it go, I did need a guide around this place. So long as I liked it, I would accept its help.
  
  The moment it became an edgy, brooding teen though was the moment I dropped it. It did have that appearance after all.
  
  After some time, me and the group came upon an entrance of some kind. The voice had spoke earlier about how we were getting closer so I guess this was it? The puppy digimon said it wasn’t here before so apparently this is warped into existence. I glared at the light shining out of it though. Back on Earth, a number of Storm Beasts could take on the appearance of various objects, be it animal, household item, and even sunlight. Granted, there were obvious tells, but I didn’t detect any on this. No weird ass static lines, odd movements, or black blood oozing out. It wasn’t a Storm Beast, that much I could tell.
  
  Didn’t mean I was going to trust it.
  
  “Hey, uh, guys and gals, this doesn’t feel right. I have a healing factor and greater speed than the average human. Just let me go in, poke it to see happens, and get out. Then we can determine if we should go in or not. Sounds greats? Sounds great.”
  
  Then some idiot walked into the light. I sighed. Didn't your friends tell you not to go towards the light?
  
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[Benedict Cucumberpatch]

Sir Benedict Cucumberpatch

“Ah.....Josh, I shall name him....Wilfred, he shall....light the way in these dark times indeed.” Benedict said as he looked upon a Digimon, the Digimon itself looked quite like a candle, and to Benedict’s delight, had use. “Ah....Josh, Wilfred here will be....perfect, come come Wilfred, lead the way.” Benedict said as Wilfred led Benedict and Josh along, following the crowd of other heathens. “Ah.....Josh, observe, these people....had to catch their creatures, but Wilfred....he knew who the big dog was, and came to his aid.” Benedict said as he mentioned the fact that Wilfred, honestly, just appeared...like a guardian angel, or a leprechaun. Josh honked at Benedict cautiously, referring to the evil pale lady from before, but Benedict paid no mind, “Ah ah ah Josh, all shall cower in Wilfreds holy light.”




Crow
Jeremiah​

 

[PolikShadowbliss]

Sarah Kinkle

Sarah was of course not actually paying any real attention to the albino man but she did perk up at the line mentioning ”Eaters” and immediately befallen by a flashback of the strange eerie yet strangely beautiful abominations that had taken her here. Apparently the denizens of this world was having a bit of a problem with the tentacle thing as well. They didn't know what they were. She also caught vague references to something called a Digimon. Which presumably was what the white lizard yapping at her knees. Then the albino man left and they were left to follow a digimon when a sudden voice came to her. She reacted by flinching and backing away, only to notice her new companion watching her curiously. She sighed.

”Guess I’m stuck with you aren't I?” she said to the digimon. ”Alright but you’re going to need a name.” The digimon just looked at her and didn't say or do anything only tapped happily.

”Tap it is then.”

Tap cooed happily and they continued forward until they came upon a doorway of bright light. Sarah stopped where she stood, looking at the light warily. She had serious misgivings, misgivings that were voiced by someone in their rather large group. Then one person went brazenly inside and was consumed. Still Sarah froze waiting for consensus.

Crow ​

 

[GinkyGotBack]

Johnny Test & AGUMON
Interacting with: Crow (GM) Laix_Lake (Darild)
Mentioning: @DigiDorks

Johnny looked less than amused when Topmon told him to wait for everyone else, and even more so when Darild asked him how he planned on getting out of here. "Duhhhh! I plan on logging out obviously! Like this guy literally just said we could! You're kind of stupid for someone who talks so fancy." He was really starting to steam after the adults started ignoring Johnny and going back to whatever it was they were talking about. When that was all said and done, Johnny could hear a voice in his head telling him to, "Come here."

"Uh, did anyone else hear that?" No one had much time to answer, however, as Topmon and Tokomon started leading the way to freedom. As they followed behind, Topmon commented how things seemed strange and unfamiliar in the path they were taking. "Oh, so we're lost now. Great." Once more, he heard the voice in his head telling them him he was getting closer as a tunnel full of light shined radiantly before them. "NOPE," shouted Johnny, "NOT GOING IN THERE! IF A FREAKY VOICE IN MY HEAD TELLS ME I'M GETTING CLOSER AS WE WALK UP TO A BIG THING OF LIGHT, I'M PRETTY SURE THAT'S A BAD THING!" And so, Johnny turned around and started walking back the way they came. "If anyone needs me, I'm going to find a tunnel that doesn't lead to certain doom! See ya, Tiny'Mons!"

AGUMON started following Johnny, looking behind him worriedly, as if the light would grow and swallow them up completely. "AGUMON," it said. "Yeah, you got that right, buddy."​

 

[GearBlade654]

Dismas​

Stress: 20/200, Normal​

Physical Status: OK​

Actions: Slightly Concerned​

​

Dismas scratched his head a bit. A ceremony?
First things first, time to address the cowboy ( FoolsErin ). Dismas turned to face Redgrave.
"I'm as lost as you are, mate. I wish I knew where we were, but I know a grand total of nothing about this place."
The trumpet had startled the former thief, but Dismas simply dismissed it. Upon Ochaco's ( X-Fic ) question if they would be visiting the ceremony, Dismas shrugged.
"Don't see why not. Not like anything's going to get better if we hang around here."
"I suppose I might as well get to know you people-can't go around dying alone. The name is Dismas."
At the Black Market, Dismas whistled. Damn, a lot had happened. The place was trashed...
And honestly, Dismas couldn't care less. He was just surprised by what had happened while he wasn't looking.
However, there was none of those odd creatures that came out to greet Dismas. Eh, bit of a shame, but nothing unsalvageable. Dismas went and followed the rest of the group, whistling a tune all the while to keep his nerves down.

"...what."
Dismas's flintlock was out and ready to start firing, but the Highwayman kept the gun aimed down.
Dismas asked himself just what happened in that time and space anomaly. Were his senses going crazy? What was that light? (+3 stress)
It was at this point, Dismas felt something tug on his coat. The highwayman snapped around to face the coat tugger...
And was greeted by some knight with a shield and spear.

"Ready for action!"
"What the-"
Dismas took a moment to realize that he had somehow missed getting his Digimon or whatever the hell they were called, so one had showed up to get him instead.
Well, Dismas wasn't complaining. (-3 stress)
"Oooookay, right. The plan right now is to stay away from that light unless we find out what the thing even is... uhhhh, Spikes?"
"I'm a PawnChessmon. I suppose Spikes wouldn't hurt as a nickname... Anyways! I am ready to move out when you are!"
"Well, that time isn't now. Wait until we find out whatever the hell is ahead."
With that, both Dismas and his newfound Digimon stood still, trying to figure out what was past the light.​

 

[Crow]

If Johnny would look around, it seems that the opposite direction had the exact same situation - a door with shining insides. Aside from that, it seemed that their rather girthy path that connected the two doors had no handrails, just like the rest of Kowloon, really.

As for the fate of those who even touched the lights, including Sun as she merely put her scythe in, they, and their Digimon, would be sucked into it...

... now, what was to be expected on the other side? Maybe there was only one way to find out.

Thepotatogod Critic Ham Benedict Cucumberpatch PolikShadowbliss GinkyGotBack GearBlade654​

 

[Thepotatogod]

>Connection established with MetsubouJinrai.Net.
--Jin and Torii-Chan--
Light Hole Gang
Crow Critic Ham​

"Boop!" Jin playfully poked the white hole as soon as he got near it. However, that in of itself was a mistake. As soon as he decide to stick his hand in it, Jin felt something incredibly strong began to tug on his arm. "W-wait, what, huh? wWa? Huh? What? W-wait a...Huh?? Why can't I...?" Jin began to panic as he tried to pull his arm out of the white hole. It was long until Torii had arrived and held Jin's other hand, her claws scratching Jin as she began to pull back. "Ow ow ow ow ow--Torii-chan, it hurts! It hurts!"

"Sir Jin, you fool!" Torii annoyed growl, "I had warned you not to get near the blasted hole, didn't I?"

"I'm soooorryy!" Jin cried out as Torii attempted to pull Jin further back.

"Now hold on! I'll try to get you out of this mess!" Torii tugged on Jin's arm, but to no avail, somehow, the hole that was pulling on Jin was strong enough to throw Torii off balance, and it was slowly dragging both Jin and Torii inside the hole.

"Torii-chan, we're slipping! We're slipping in!" Jin said as he sound found half his body inside of the white hole. Oh god, it feels horrible! It's so hot in there, as if he had been caught in an explosion but forever! It's hot as heck! Doing this was a mistake! A MISTAKE!! "Torii-chan!!"

"I know!" Torii answered, pulling at Jin's other arm with all her strength. "It...It's just too strong!"

 

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[PolikShadowbliss]

Bob the Pikachu.

“Pikachu!” (We don’t have a choice do we?)

“Apparently not!”

Bob nodded, he had been afraid of that. His fur bristled at the sight of the light then slowly he walked toward and poked it with his tiny paws. And whoosh he was sucked into it.

Blackon looked around at the rest of the group, who still haven’t gone.

“Cowards!” He muttered as he jumped in after Bob.

Crow

 

[Laix_Lake]

Darild Linken
Status: heading out
Condition: normal​

"A couple of rather notable recent seperate incidents over the past month. The details are a bit too unclear. Before that, I think some of my own Zaxon members were reported to me to have been attacked by an Eater. Us as Zaxon know very little more than you do," the ghostly person says to Darild, "if we meet again, you are free to ask again, perhaps share that which we have failed to share with you. Fei and I will always patrol Kowloon everyday. Fei is the one with the Kyoto-ben and the Tigervespamon, and if you see a Machinedramon, it is likely me...

"huh, understandable. Anywho thanks for providing the assistance to our ragtag group."
After the departure from the Digimon black market, Darild and his newfound Digimon followed along into the town of Kowloon. The one that he has apparently doesn't seem to be the most vocal. Then again he hasn't tried talking to him? her? How does anyone tell the gender for them again? This is going to be a long day, isn't it?
"eh...if you don't mind, what sort of Digimon are you?"
As if on cue the gear shaped creature turned to his supposed master
"A Hagurumon like those that defended the black market. permission to ask for my new owner's name?"
"It's...Darild Linken. You don't go by a personal name?"
"Negative, you may grant me one if you wish."
"maybe in a moment." The awkwardness in this conversation is more or less, partially from Darilds own struggles.

'You're getting closer.'

"T...There it is again..." Jin quivered a bit, his eyes soon happening upon some sort of large white hole of some kind. "Oooh...What's that?" Jin pondered, walking towards the white hole.

"Sir Jin, wait! We don't know what's in there!" Torii chased after Jin, knowing that whatever in there is abnormal in every way--there wasn't anything like this the last time she was here, no way!

Darild takes note of the frankly overly curious teenager and attempts to pull the Teen and his Digimon back out. Of course the strange glowing aura that was engulfing them was unexpectedly strong. It's not like Darild is going to end up burning or anything like that, but it might be nice to get some help.
"Can anyone help me with this?" he asked to the group in particular. The Hagurumon, stands by for orders "You don't happen to have any way of assisting?"
In response, the Hagurumon attempted to pull alongside Darild. It has remained to be seen if their actions are successful or not.

Crow Thepotatogod @anyone_that_can_help?

 

[FoolsErin]

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Luka Redgrave and Liollmon

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"You absolute oaf! You bumbling buffoon! How about next time you actually WATCH YOUR FOOTING!" Liollmon roared, clearly unhappy to be suddenly jerked awake by the man's trip to the ground. Digging the claw's into his trainer's back, the Digimon let out one final hiss before angrily strutting to his side and nudging him strongly. "Ugh, c'mon, we can't waste time wallowing over your incompetence. After all, you're going to get up, and this time you're going to carry me CAREFULLY on your shoulders."


Wincing at the prick of claws and words, I pulled myself off the ground, taking a moment to make sure nothing was broken. I only got a second to pull myself back together before Liollmon was tugging at my leg to return to his position on my shoulders again. Holy shit, this little guy wouldn't give me a break! Sighing loudly, I returned the Digmon to from whence he had fallen, feeling the knives he was glaring on the back of my head. I think it's a little ridiculous to get this puffed up over an accident, but what do I know? The blonde was gone, heading with the rest of the group to follow some of the Digimon to "a way out". Something tells me it's not gonna be that easy, but I held my tongue and followed along. We all came to an entrance of light. Some people recklessly rushed in, others turned around entirely with complete mistrust. Me? I stood there for a moment, not sure what to make of it. It could just be an innocent exit, but there was nothing saying that there wasn't immediately a cliff after.

 

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  After telling everyone that he bought the entire Black Market's stock, the ghost-like person continued his explanation. Mentioning the Zaxon and Eater -- basically, stuff that Red nor Guilmon does not know about. But why bother, right?
  "Lemme add that to the list of things I don't understand..." Red muttered.
  "Yeah..." Guilmon replied without paying any attention as he is distracted by all the free-running Digimons around them.
  The ghost-like person continued explaining to Darild, whom they do not know.
  "It seems he is open for answering our questions."
  "Can Guilmon ask him a question, Red?" Guilmon asked Red as he tilted his head sideways.
  But before Red could even answer, the ghost-like person mentioned a woman called Fei, and its Digimon partner, a Tigervespamon. Hinting that everyone may eventually meet her along the road, as she is around here often. Patrolling, whatever that means.
  "Sure, bud. But I doubt he'd notice you."
  Guilmon then starts waving both of his hands high up in the air while jumping.
  "I have a question! Guilmon has a question!" Guilmon tried shouting.
  Unfortunately, it seems that Guilmon raised his hands a little too late, as the ghost-person bode farewell to everyone once again. And with that, he prepares to leave through a pad. The ghost-like person did say that he will meet everyone again. Possibly, soon.
  "And there he goes..." Red said. "What were you gonna ask him anyway?"
  "Food. I'm hungry..." Guilmon answered as he pointed one of his huge claws onto his stomach.
  His stomach made a weird growl-like noise.
  "Right..." Red acknowledged Guilmon's hunger. "How about we try asking one of these people if they know anything? Maybe like a restaurant or something."
  "Sure!" Guilmon cheered.
  
  Guilmon glances around quickly trying to look for someone to ask. His tail raises a bit after finally finding someone.
  "Excuse me!" Guilmon said as he came running towards someone.
  An aged man, with ragged clothing, looking stressed because of the situation. He is called Dismas -- but of course, Guilmon does not know that. With Dismas, is another stranger. A cowboy called Redgrave. As well as a PawnChessmon.
  "Guilmon doesn't come here to attack PawnChessmon." Guilmon explained his disturbance towards the group. "I just want to eat. Do you know if there's any nearby place for food?"
  
  Red walks around the Black Market, looking for someone approachable. He is feeling socially anxious. Most of the people here are well-known fictional characters back in his world. The others, Red does not know, but he likes to think that they might be fictional as well.
  "I mean, I guess I could just call them by their names... Who cares?" Red thought.
  But that is when he finally finds someone. Red's eyes widen in surprise as he called out to the person.
  "SIR BENEDI--" Red was interrupted by something. "A voice?"
  Red heard a voice, so loud and clear, that said: Come here. And it seems that it was not just him. Everyone, except for the Digimons, seems to have heard it too. Some of them are glancing around, while some are already leaving, heading towards somewhere. But when Red looked back to where the person had originally stood, with a penguin-animal and a Candlemon. They are not there anymore. His face glimmers with more hope now as he smiles.
  "I knew I'm not dead!" Red thought to himself. "This is TCS!"
  Whatever could that mean.
  "I've always talked about playing an isekai'd version of myself for Digital Disaster... But how?"
  
  Everyone finds themselves following the voice that they all heard, through the scape of Kowloon. And apparently, everyone except for the Digimons heard the voice.
  "Are you positive you didn't hear it?" Red tried to get a confirmation from Guilmon.
  "......" But Guilmon did not respond back while looking upset about something.
  "I'm sorry I had to call you back quickly, pal." Red tried cheering Guilmon up, before patting the latter's back.
  "Guilmon didn't even get to hear their answer... I'm really hungry, Red." Guilmon answered in an unenthusiastic voice.
  His stomach made another weird growling sound. It seems that Red called Guilmon back quickly before one from Dismas' group could answer his question.
  "Well, I'm starving too, bud." Red told Guilmon. "That makes the two of us."
  However, Red knows the possible consequences of starving your Digimon. It is not like he wanted this though. Worry takes over Red once again.
  "F*** it..." Red muttered, before taking a deep breath.
  "Hmm?"
  "Excuse me! Does anyone here have some food to spare with them?!" Red asked the entire crowd around them.
  Out of shock, Guilmon's eyes widen and jaw drops.
  "What was that?! That was so uncool, Red!" Guilmon said to Red, before covering his own face from embarrassment.
  "I don't care about what they're gonna think of me..." Red replied. "You need to eat."
  "YoU NeEd tO EaT. What's with the sudden change of idea now?!"
  But suddenly, Red heard the same voice from before say something again. And this time, it said: You're getting closer. He glances around hoping to see whoever whispered it to him. But only seeing everyone else looking around as well. Red knows it is not a whisper. The voice was loud and clear, as if somebody is speaking directly to his brain. And again, everyone except for the Digimons heard it.
  "Tell me you heard it this time!"
  "Wha?" Guilmon responded with a hint of confusion.
  "I guess it's really just us non-Digimons..." Red whispered.
  His theory appears to be correct. Then, a Plotmon, who has been with everyone for a while now, points out something -- An entrance. The Plotmon said that it never existed in Kowloon before.
  "Well, let's another weird thing to add to the list." Red jokingly said. "Definitely not as weird as the others, but I guess it won't harm to take it."
  If what the Plotmon said is true, that the entrance never existed before. Then it must be fate that brought it here in front of everyone. In front of him. Red remembered what the younger version of him said: We're destined for greatness! Remember? The entrance's opening shines with blinding light. It might not be a dark tunnel. But it is terrifying and mysterious in the same way. One still would not be able to see if one goes through there. Indeed, light and dark are the same. Both just makes anything or anyone get lost within them. However, the voice is everyone's only lead now. And it is better than staying at the Black Market, or anywhere else without doing much progress.
  
  "Guilmon feels something bad about this, Red..." Guilmon told Red with an unenthusiastic voice.
  
  "Don't worry. We'll do it together." Red replied with a smile, before putting his hand on Guilmon's shoulder. "Then we'll eat afterwards."
  
  
  
  Guilmon's tail raises, and he smiles with an open mouth.
  
  The two enter the light-filled opening as one of the firsts to do so.
  
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  Crow
  GearBlade654 (Dismas)
  FoolsErin (Redgrave)
  Benedict Cucumberpatch​

 

[Critic Ham]

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  The idiot actually booped the light. I stood there completely dumbfounded, face utterly blank, and mind trying to fathom why he booped the light. It only lasted a short time, but it was enough for him to get absorbed by the light. His cries for help shook me out of my stupor.
  
  Instincts kicked in. I took stock of the situation. His digimon, some falcon-themed creature, had already latched onto him in an attempt to drag him out. However, she couldn’t manage even a inch, either because she was too weak or the force pulling the idiot was too strong. Their cries intensified and I caught their names. Jin and Torii-chan. Ignoring the honorific, I quickly guessed Jin was the idiot and Torii was the digimon. Poor thing having to be saddled with such a fool.
  
  And here I was the bigger fool for leaping in with my scythe and trying to hook the blade into Jin’s clothing. By then both of them had already disappeared, my scythe just barely dipping into the light. But just barely was enough for a iron-grip to encase me and began pulling me into the light.
  
  “AH! IT’S VORING ME! HELP!”
  
  I felt something dig into my cloth as my hands were absorbed by the light. A glance down revealed the impish digimon had wrapped its hands around my leg and it pulled with whatever might it contained. Was it trying to drag me out? No matter how strong it was though, the force pulling us both in was far stronger. Both of us manage to let out one last sentence before being fully consumed by the light.
  
  “I’M GONNA WHACK THAT IDIOT!” I yelled.
  
  “I’M GONNA WHACK YOU!” The digimon yelled.
  
  Crow Thepotatogod @Whoever else stepped into the light.
  
  
  
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[SheepKing]

Duck



Eventually her Lalamon began to give up in his struggle, glaring at the girl with pure contempt in his beady little eyes. Duck simply adjusted her grip on the digimon and ignored the murderous intent of her partner as she gazed at everyone else. Almost everyone there had obtained their digimon already. While some quickly took to being best buddies for life, it appeared that a few others were having similar difficulty with forming a relationship with their partner. A few took to simply ignoring their trainers while a couple took it as far as to outright insult them. At least Duck now didn't feel so alone in having a Digimon that despised her. It was a shame though, Duck had been looking forward to having a cute little and friendly companion by her side and while Mr. Sprouts were definitely the former two, the last bit couldn’t be any farther from the truth. There unfortunately wasn’t much that the girl could do besides trudge on with her reluctant companion. Looking around at the others, Duck realized that without being Tutu, the few people she’d even begun talking to would have absolutely no idea who she was. It’d basically be like having to repeat an introduction to someone. What’s worse was Duck was near positive that they’d be even less inclined to talk to her. Tutu was a graceful, patient, and kind grown woman while Duck exemplified absolutely zero of those traits herself. Yet, even if she did switch back to the ballerina, would that truly be herself making friendship with the others? If the girl mulled over the thoughts any longer she’d probably end up thinking in circles so ending the chain of sulking, Duck pulled herself back together.

“If I walk around moping that’ll get me no where!”

The comment, not meant to be spoken aloud, left Duck quickly covering her mouth with a squeak and a blush redder than any tomato or radish out there. Even if she embarrassed herself, the words still held truth. She should make some friends whether it be as Tutu or as plain old Duck! Invigorated by this sudden burst of confidence Duck marched along with the others, rabid digimon in hand, as they all together followed the dog. The voice that beckoned them would only serve to booster her spirits. After a bit a walking they finally reached their destination, at least, she assumed so. Their leader had suddenly stopped causing Duck to accidentally bump into whoever was in front of her. After a bit of apologizing she took a look at the front of the group to see what was going on. What was apparently going on was pure chaos. A glistening white entrance swallowed anyone who even so much as touched its surface. She barely witnessed a young boy and his owl like digimon get consumed right alongside the man who attempted to pull him back out. As the battle hungry girl from earlier began to get sucked in as well, Duck decided that now was the time to help. The girl could see less and less of the woman as she made a mad dash to try and pull her out but right as she was about to grab on her and her digimon simply vanished. The momentum of her mad sprint caused the girl to crash right into the peculiar entrance, making her to get sucked in just as the others before her had. From the suddenness of it Duck shouted out a “Qua-!” but hurriedly silencing herself before she could finish the exclamation.

Mister Sprouts genuinely considered leaving the girl to her fate but suddenly had a change of thought. Only he was allowed to slay this human. So unexpectedly, the Lalamon held on to Duck by her long braid earning a yelp from the girl in the other side. The digimon pulled as hard as he could but the mass difference between them was simply too much for the little guy to handle, causing him to get yoinked into the light right behind his trainer.
Crow Thepotatogod Critic Ham Laix_Lake
Location: Death probably idk​

 

[Damafaud]

Lyle Walt

• Beyond Area
• Black Market
• Kowloon Outskirt
• Active Power

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  Area: Beyond Area
  Interaction: Tokomon Crow , marc122 , Veradana
  Around: Sayo-Nara , CocoaMarshmallow , Nightwisher , DerpyCarp​

  
  
  The burden of [Real Spec] was more than what Lyle could handle. His usage just now went beyond its standard use; he compared current real-time data with a past, stored data. The action of pulling data from the storage, then simulating said data simultaneously with current real-time data was too much a burden for his mind. Lyle was not a robot despite being a genius and in possession of a resilient mind.
  
  Several of his attempts to explain how he knew Blake Belladonna and Takemi ended with slurred words. His mind and body remained out of sync. Frustrated, Lyle stopped trying and instead sat crosslegged to focus on stabilising his mind. The flow of his mana was also disturbed. After several minutes, Lyle attempted to cast a spell.
  
  [Light]
  
  A small, candle-like light shaped up above his pinky. Lyle tried larger movement. Success. He regained control of his body. Lyle opened his eyes... only to find the two ladies gone.
  
  He scratched his head. Oh well.
  
  Lyle entered Porter and drove to the Black Market. No sense in putting it back for now. That would be a waste of mana.
  
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  Area: Black Market
  Interaction: Tokomon Crow ,
  Around: [ marc122 , Veradana​

  
  
  
  

  

  
  Beim
  Betamon​
  Lyle halted Porter some distance away from the centre of the black market. There was no special reason. It was simply too cluttered for Porter to pass. A brief scan around gave Lyle a surprising conclusion; there was a fight here.
  
  Yuuto's explanation resulted in a bitter smile from Lyle. Was 'hostile' a default aura of multiverse travelers? Two groups went to two different locations and both ended up fighting. He should be more careful in the future.
  
  Lyle was in no hurry to pick a Digimon. All idea of hacker=slaver went pass his mind. Despite his earlier mirth, Plotmon didn't seem to mind these Zaxon Hackers for some reason. Was it the difference in treatment? Looking at Machindramon, he became even more convinced. Digimons could talk, but they were more similar to intelligent beasts than a seperate race. More like quilins than elves.
  
  Lyle continued his walk. One by one, the others had met a partner. Bored, Tokomon went off toward a dragon shaped Digimon. He had thought that Tokomon could be his partner... but his feeling was closer to babysitting it with how it always call him Mama. He shook his heaf. Before he could leave, however, a voice stopped him.
  
  "Nice car."
  
  The speaker was a strange green creature with body streaked with blue. It had beady red eyes and an orange fins. Each of its stubby legs had a single nail. It was similar to- Lyle stopped. It was not similar to anything he knew.
  
  "Excuse me?" He didn't know what a car is.
  
  "That car of yours." It pointed at the space where Lyle parked. "Take me for a ride, will ya?"
  
  It was then Lyle realised he was referrin to Porter. Hearing the robot he invented with Monica getting praises, he couldn't help but smile.
  
  "I don't mind. Mind you you can't see a lot if you're inside."
  
  "What? Lame. How did you drive it, then?"
  
  "The formation embed on the interior of Porter is similar to one for Puppets. Mind you, the modified circuit homes in on several links between ethereal charges and movement of elements-"
  
  "Whoa, whoa. Slow down a bit. So what's this about formation?"
  
  Lyle gained a Digimon, Beim, and a fellow robot enthusiast.
  
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  Area: Kowloon Outskirt
  Interaction: Tokomon Crow , @potatogod , Laix_Lake
  Around: [ marc122 , Veradana​

  
  
  
  

  

  
  Beim
  Betamon​
  Lyle and Beim rode with the rest of the group. Both were sitting on the roof instead of inside. They both agreed everything looked better from up there. Porter's size meant they drove at the back of the group to prevent crushing anyone. Not that any of them mind. Beim convinced Lyle to perform tricks with Porter. In a show off, he even let the robot did a 360° sideflip with the help of Porter's hand. Beim couldn't control Porter as he had no magic, but he was just as ecstatic as Lyle was.
  
  Plotmon and Tokomon soon stopped at a door filled with strange light. From their reaction, this wasn't normal. Lyle tried to use [Map] but was surprised that something blocked his sight. Even using [Dimension] which had better perception and [Map Model] that could cover a whole region didn't work. [Search] and [Spec] revealed nothing either. Lyle furrowed his brows.
  
  "Somethin' off, Emp?" Beim had taken to call him Emp since Lyle spilled that secret of his.
  
  "I can't see through the light." Lyle answered.
  
  "So?"
  
  "My Skills rarely failed," Lyle explained. "The only other example I can give is when the light leads to a dungeon or an unknown force blocks my Skill."
  
  "So just drive in, Emp."
  
  "Both a dungeon or an unknown force usually means something dangerous lies beyond this light. Combined with the voice, a fight is probably inevitable."
  
  "What the hell, Emp. So what if it's dangerous and there's a fight. Not like there's a lot to do here other than eating dust." Beim said impatiently.
  
  Lyle paused. Then he laughed sheepishly. Since there was only one way, what was the point of being hesitant?
  
  "Make way, people! This emperor is coming through!"
  
  "Yeah, yeah! Make way for Emp and this guy!"
  
  Pressing down on the metaphorical pedal, Lyle shifted a metaphorical gear and moved Porter forward. As for the people stuck in the gateway...
  
  With a grin, Lyle pointed a finger gun at Jin and Torii.
  
  [Air Bullet: Cannon]
  
  A hurricane formed. A strong blast of wind pushed Jin and Torii into the light.
  
  "Struggling is useless," Lyle cheerfully said to Darild and Hagurumon. "This kind of doorway was usually one way. Fighting against the suction here was equal to fighting the mana of a whole dungeon."
  
  "See you later, suckers!"
  
  With that, Lyle and Beim entered the light.
  
  
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  "So Emp, where are we?"
  
  "Give me a few seconds." Lyle acitvated his Skills and observed his surrounding.
  
  [Map] [Search]
  
  His Skills covered a large area around him. Lyle observed the area beyond the light. What does he see?
  
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    Map: Lets you take in and see the surrounding terrain as a map.
    Search: A skill used to find the location of enemies.
  Spoiler: Skills List

  • Full Over: Raise all abilities from ten to twenty percent.
    Limit Burst: Display abilities past a body’s physical limits. It also incorporates a healing factor.
    Full Burst: Ability strengthening and healing several times over one’s innate abilities. Its downside is that to create such effects, it constantly stored Mana into itself.
  • All: Lets others make use of your Skills.
    Field: Lets any number of people in a designated area make use of your Skills.
    Select: Avoids enemies, and allows your allies alone to use Skills. The reverse is also possible.
  • Mind: A Skill close to hypnotism. It demands quite a bit of ability from the user. What it makes a target see is closer to suggestion than physical reproduction.
    Control: A Skill to manipulate its target to your will.
    Dream: A Skill to showcase illusions.
  • Speed: Stably raises you and your companion’s movement speed.
    Up ‘N Down: Raises you and your comrades’ speed, while dropping the opponent’s.
    Full Drive: Increases you and other comrades’ movement and thought-processing speed by a large margin.
  • Map: Lets you take in and see the surrounding terrain as a map.
    Dimension: Lets you perceive the surroundings as a three-dimensional map.
    Map Model: Lets you see a wide range as a real-time map.
  • Search: A skill used to find the location of enemies.
    Spec: A skill that allows one to obtain further information on the enemies and traps located by Search.
    Real Spec: A skill to gain detailed information on the present state of an enemy or trap that updates in real time.
  • Box: A skill that allows the usage of dimensional storage.
    Warp: A skill that allows one to teleport over short distance.
    Shuffle: A skill used to switch one's position with another person.
  • Experience: A skill that doubles one's experience gain.
    Connection: A skill that allows one to connect telepathically with others.
    Sevens: A skill that summons the whole of one's family.