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WillOWispJJ
Brain goes brrr most of the time
roxybirdie
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AnimeGenork
The Duck Overlord
Megilagor
My feelings are like schrodingers cat.
Voices and crowds filled the halls of the convention center. The auditorium was finishing their last touches on the equipment. Challengers from all over the world are competing for the title of Champion Tamer. You are one of the lucky ones to have made it to the International Bracket. In the green room, many contestants are practicing, conversing, or even gathering their thoughts and energy.
What are you doing?
As many people practice, calm themselves, or converse with others, Kurt was doing none of that. He was too shy to be the first one to strike up a conversation, practicing now would only make him more anxious and make him feel that he didnโt prepare enough. As for calming himself, he canโt do that in such a place, with this amount of new people in an unfamiliar environment he could not calm himself in the normal ways that the others did.
Kurt entered the room a bit sheepishly tightly clutching on the strap of his guitar case that lay across his chest, fiddling a bit with it before moving to a safe little corner in the room, such places had the best acoustics and the least amount of people resting near there. Nearing his seat he took his guitar case off his back and sat down in his seat, laying his guitar case near his feet and opening it. He took his guitar out and rested its body against his knee, with his hands strewn around its fretboard and sound hole. He stroked a few notes at random to feel out what he wanted to play, for now, he took a quick pause. Then began to play, a G, B, C, and then C minor. Few could probably tell what this song was before Kurt even began singing it but he sang it anyway, as it calmed him down.
โWhen you were here before; I couldnโt look you in the eyes; Youโre just like an angel; You float like a feather; In a beautiful world; Youโre so very special;โ Kurt sang in an uplifting happy tone though sadly they turned into more somber and sad once he sang the next lines.
โI wish I was special, But Iโm a creep, and Iโm a weirdo; What the hell am I doinโ here? ; I donโt belong here~~โ
Tears began gathering on Kurtโs face, though his face was hidden from most as he was looking towards the floor, and yet his voice perked up now more serious and determined.
โI donโt care if it hurts; I want to have some fun; I want a perfectly good time; I want a perfect soul; I want you to notice; When Iโm not aroundโ
And at that note, Kurt stopped his small version of the Creep by Radiohead, honestly he wanted to keep going but he knew even his version would go off the rails soon and into the deep end. Now he just sat there with the guitar in his lap and a Digivice in one hand checking up on his Digimon friend, while his head rested on his other hand.
It was not soon after the song ended that someone came up to Kurt, they tried to place their hand on his shoulder but Kurt freaked out, being touched by some stranger was weird already but for Kurt, it was even weirder. Seeing as Kurt freaked out from the attempt to touch him, the stranger took back his hand and simply knelt in front of Kurt.
โAre you fine and dandy buddy? You seemed sad when you sang that song so I came up to check up on you.โ The stranger said, trying to pry open on Kurtโs defense so he could open up a little.
Kurt looked at the stranger, it was a man no older than Kurt was if not a little younger, and yet he came up to him asking if he was ok. Kurt thought for a minute or two before giving his reply.
โNothing is ever fine and dandy for me. Itโs either fine, dandy, or none of those. My life is just a mess Iโm trying to clean up and piece back together. But itโs hard, itโs just hard. Iโm different than others and not in a good way but I try to be normal. But normally most of the time isnโt enough.โ
The stranger simply smiled at Kurt, though his smile wasnโt that of happiness but that of understanding.
โYeah we all get like that sometimes, Normalcy is a societal construct after all, the normal of yesterday is a weirdo of tomorrow, and trying to be normal just makes one the same as the others. So be who you are, even if it's hard it's better than being the same as everyone else.โ And on that note, the stranger stood up, cleaned themselves up a bit, and began walking off to some other part of the room, but as they were still in earshot of Kurt they added โSee you in the tournament buddy!โ
Kurt entered the room a bit sheepishly tightly clutching on the strap of his guitar case that lay across his chest, fiddling a bit with it before moving to a safe little corner in the room, such places had the best acoustics and the least amount of people resting near there. Nearing his seat he took his guitar case off his back and sat down in his seat, laying his guitar case near his feet and opening it. He took his guitar out and rested its body against his knee, with his hands strewn around its fretboard and sound hole. He stroked a few notes at random to feel out what he wanted to play, for now, he took a quick pause. Then began to play, a G, B, C, and then C minor. Few could probably tell what this song was before Kurt even began singing it but he sang it anyway, as it calmed him down.
โWhen you were here before; I couldnโt look you in the eyes; Youโre just like an angel; You float like a feather; In a beautiful world; Youโre so very special;โ Kurt sang in an uplifting happy tone though sadly they turned into more somber and sad once he sang the next lines.
โI wish I was special, But Iโm a creep, and Iโm a weirdo; What the hell am I doinโ here? ; I donโt belong here~~โ
Tears began gathering on Kurtโs face, though his face was hidden from most as he was looking towards the floor, and yet his voice perked up now more serious and determined.
โI donโt care if it hurts; I want to have some fun; I want a perfectly good time; I want a perfect soul; I want you to notice; When Iโm not aroundโ
And at that note, Kurt stopped his small version of the Creep by Radiohead, honestly he wanted to keep going but he knew even his version would go off the rails soon and into the deep end. Now he just sat there with the guitar in his lap and a Digivice in one hand checking up on his Digimon friend, while his head rested on his other hand.
It was not soon after the song ended that someone came up to Kurt, they tried to place their hand on his shoulder but Kurt freaked out, being touched by some stranger was weird already but for Kurt, it was even weirder. Seeing as Kurt freaked out from the attempt to touch him, the stranger took back his hand and simply knelt in front of Kurt.
โAre you fine and dandy buddy? You seemed sad when you sang that song so I came up to check up on you.โ The stranger said, trying to pry open on Kurtโs defense so he could open up a little.
Kurt looked at the stranger, it was a man no older than Kurt was if not a little younger, and yet he came up to him asking if he was ok. Kurt thought for a minute or two before giving his reply.
โNothing is ever fine and dandy for me. Itโs either fine, dandy, or none of those. My life is just a mess Iโm trying to clean up and piece back together. But itโs hard, itโs just hard. Iโm different than others and not in a good way but I try to be normal. But normally most of the time isnโt enough.โ
The stranger simply smiled at Kurt, though his smile wasnโt that of happiness but that of understanding.
โYeah we all get like that sometimes, Normalcy is a societal construct after all, the normal of yesterday is a weirdo of tomorrow, and trying to be normal just makes one the same as the others. So be who you are, even if it's hard it's better than being the same as everyone else.โ And on that note, the stranger stood up, cleaned themselves up a bit, and began walking off to some other part of the room, but as they were still in earshot of Kurt they added โSee you in the tournament buddy!โ
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Acethekidd
Ready to set the world on fire?
Dimitri paced around the green room like a caged tiger, his adrenaline pumping so hard it felt like electricity coursing through his veins. His loud, voice boomed over the chatter of other contestants as he hyped himself up, throwing mock punches in the air. โLetโs GO!โ he shouted, clapping his hands together with enough force to make a few heads turn. He didnโt care. Dimitri lived on being the center of the storm, and the buzzing energy in the room only fueled his fire. He slapped his own face twice to get his focus razor-sharp, muttering, โWe got this, big guy. No oneโs gonna take this title from you.โ
Unable to sit still, Dimitri made the rounds, fist-bumping a few contestants and offering loud, borderline obnoxious encouragement, whether they wanted it or not. โHey, nice moves there!โ he hollered to one, then turned to another. โYo, you better bring your A-game, โcause Iโm coming in HOT!โ His b confidence wasnโt just for show,it was how he kept his nerves in check. Deep down, Dimitri knew this was the moment heโd been fighting for his whole life, and there was no way he was going to let it slip through his fingers.
Unable to sit still, Dimitri made the rounds, fist-bumping a few contestants and offering loud, borderline obnoxious encouragement, whether they wanted it or not. โHey, nice moves there!โ he hollered to one, then turned to another. โYo, you better bring your A-game, โcause Iโm coming in HOT!โ His b confidence wasnโt just for show,it was how he kept his nerves in check. Deep down, Dimitri knew this was the moment heโd been fighting for his whole life, and there was no way he was going to let it slip through his fingers.
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GamerKitty205
Elder Member
Voices and crowds filled the halls of the convention center. The auditorium was finishing their last touches on the equipment. Challengers from all over the world are competing for the title of Champion Tamer. You are one of the lucky ones to have made it to the International Bracket. In the green room, many contestants are practicing, conversing or even gathering their thoughts and energy.
What are you doing?
No one had even tried to say hi to Cyra. A few glances had skittered her way before snapping back and a few more familiar faces had smiled before turning around, but not a single greeting. It was flattering to know her reputation had spread so far. To know that even people on her level had heard the whispers, and knew they had reason to be worried. It was also really fucking annoying.
Normally Cyra would be happy to let the cowards beโ but sitting around here was mind numbingly boring. Sure, she could practice, but with all of her competitors sitting around to watch? Nah, absolutely not. Surprise was not a weapon she was willing to give up so easily.
So she started to size up her opponents. While the thought of professional gamers as sad skinny nerds was a stereotype, there was a truth to it. Most of her peers looked like the kinds of people you would expect to find at these kinds of tournaments, but it didnโt take long for her to locate someone with a bit more muscle who looked bored enough to humor her.
She dropped into the seat across from them, leaning across the table to say. โHey~ Wanna hear about a fun way to waste time?โ She paused for half a second, long enough for her new friend to open their mouth, but not enough to reply. โโCourse you do! Now of course all of us are fucking great at the game, but thereโs another way to see whoโs the strongestโโ Cyra slammed her elbow on the table. โArm wrestling.โ
What are you doing?
No one had even tried to say hi to Cyra. A few glances had skittered her way before snapping back and a few more familiar faces had smiled before turning around, but not a single greeting. It was flattering to know her reputation had spread so far. To know that even people on her level had heard the whispers, and knew they had reason to be worried. It was also really fucking annoying.
Normally Cyra would be happy to let the cowards beโ but sitting around here was mind numbingly boring. Sure, she could practice, but with all of her competitors sitting around to watch? Nah, absolutely not. Surprise was not a weapon she was willing to give up so easily.
So she started to size up her opponents. While the thought of professional gamers as sad skinny nerds was a stereotype, there was a truth to it. Most of her peers looked like the kinds of people you would expect to find at these kinds of tournaments, but it didnโt take long for her to locate someone with a bit more muscle who looked bored enough to humor her.
She dropped into the seat across from them, leaning across the table to say. โHey~ Wanna hear about a fun way to waste time?โ She paused for half a second, long enough for her new friend to open their mouth, but not enough to reply. โโCourse you do! Now of course all of us are fucking great at the game, but thereโs another way to see whoโs the strongestโโ Cyra slammed her elbow on the table. โArm wrestling.โ
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StardustTroubadour
Junior Member
Voices and crowds filled the halls of the convention center. The auditorium was finishing their last touches on the equipment. Challengers from all over the world are competing for the title of Champion Tamer. You are one of the lucky ones to have made it to the International Bracket. In the green room, many contestants are practicing, conversing or even gathering their thoughts and energy.
"One would imagine Sisyphus happy."
Shelly thought aloud to no one in particular. She was here. She had made it. What now? She could mingle with other contestants but that could turn badly. She stood there, a wall flower. Odd for her but as one does when unsure of themselves in new surroundings.
She shook her head and furrowed her brow. Just a girl and her guitar. Aesthetical and pleasing to the ears as she strummed a tune out. Gentle and welcoming. It be a complete one eighty when they figured out the medium to how she played the game was also her instrument of choice. One could say, "That was metal."
"Just stay in your zone. Don't psyche yourself out. Don't let them psyche you out. You got here through your own merit..."
Her powerful inner monologue of self assurance was torn a sunder. At the declaration of "arm wrestling" from another contestant. It made her snort out a hiss. Not from pain or being frightened. No rather it was of glee.
A laugh.
Well there went her nerves. She eased and straightened out.
Shelly was sure she herself would lose. Maybe she would let the other win to keep their pride. That's definitely not what she told herself to keep her own.
"Aw! What the hell."
She'd shrug her shoulders and cast aside her self doubt that was bubbling before. Maybe she'd find a new drinking buddy after she went X/2 and drop.
"I'm game."
"One would imagine Sisyphus happy."
Shelly thought aloud to no one in particular. She was here. She had made it. What now? She could mingle with other contestants but that could turn badly. She stood there, a wall flower. Odd for her but as one does when unsure of themselves in new surroundings.
She shook her head and furrowed her brow. Just a girl and her guitar. Aesthetical and pleasing to the ears as she strummed a tune out. Gentle and welcoming. It be a complete one eighty when they figured out the medium to how she played the game was also her instrument of choice. One could say, "That was metal."
"Just stay in your zone. Don't psyche yourself out. Don't let them psyche you out. You got here through your own merit..."
Her powerful inner monologue of self assurance was torn a sunder. At the declaration of "arm wrestling" from another contestant. It made her snort out a hiss. Not from pain or being frightened. No rather it was of glee.
A laugh.
Well there went her nerves. She eased and straightened out.
Shelly was sure she herself would lose. Maybe she would let the other win to keep their pride. That's definitely not what she told herself to keep her own.
"Aw! What the hell."
She'd shrug her shoulders and cast aside her self doubt that was bubbling before. Maybe she'd find a new drinking buddy after she went X/2 and drop.
"I'm game."
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MangoGoGo
Kings Do Not Get Free Thrones So Keep Trying
Voices and crowds filled the halls of the convention center. The auditorium was finishing their last touches on the equipment. Challengers from all over the world are competing for the title of Champion Tamer. You are one of the lucky ones to have made it to the International Bracket. In the green room, many contestants are practicing, conversing or even gathering their thoughts and energy.
What are you doing?
Katsuyori silently scanned the room, his eyes focusing on those who effortless began conversations with people who they will face further into the tournament. Eyes scanning people silently strumming their instrument to others about to have a arm wrestling contest. A green haired woman with a plate of cookies to someone who had their nose buried in their phone. All the while his headphones blasting music loudly while he held a sketchbook in his hand while his head bobbed to the music and mouthed the lyrics to himself.
Sitting in his own little corner of this crowded convention center he began to draw. Only giving the most detail to those that caught his interest, meaning the green haired women holding the cookie plate, the two arm wrestlers, the male strumming his guitar, the person looking at their phone, and the other contestants that caught his eye. All in one picture.
At this moment he was just putting in the finer details, which meant looking at his โmusesโ for any detail he missed or wanted to add. He did make eye contact with some but thought nothing of it as he returned his gaze to his sketch book to add the detail. Was it awkward? Maybe but it wasnโt for him. It's not like he was trying to be weird he just had a drawing to finish before his next match. Speaking of his next match...
Katsuyori checked his device and brushed his device with his thumb. The moment he did the screen lit up and there was Gabumon, doing a little celebration before walking around again. His lips tugged into a small smile for his little digital buddy. Who would have thought a small gift the old man gave him would lead him to a large tournament AND placing in the international bracket no less. Being in a room full of people with similar interests would be a prime place to make friends, maybe that was the intention from the old man. It WAS his idea to enter the tournament after all.
What are you doing?
Katsuyori silently scanned the room, his eyes focusing on those who effortless began conversations with people who they will face further into the tournament. Eyes scanning people silently strumming their instrument to others about to have a arm wrestling contest. A green haired woman with a plate of cookies to someone who had their nose buried in their phone. All the while his headphones blasting music loudly while he held a sketchbook in his hand while his head bobbed to the music and mouthed the lyrics to himself.
Sitting in his own little corner of this crowded convention center he began to draw. Only giving the most detail to those that caught his interest, meaning the green haired women holding the cookie plate, the two arm wrestlers, the male strumming his guitar, the person looking at their phone, and the other contestants that caught his eye. All in one picture.
At this moment he was just putting in the finer details, which meant looking at his โmusesโ for any detail he missed or wanted to add. He did make eye contact with some but thought nothing of it as he returned his gaze to his sketch book to add the detail. Was it awkward? Maybe but it wasnโt for him. It's not like he was trying to be weird he just had a drawing to finish before his next match. Speaking of his next match...
Katsuyori checked his device and brushed his device with his thumb. The moment he did the screen lit up and there was Gabumon, doing a little celebration before walking around again. His lips tugged into a small smile for his little digital buddy. Who would have thought a small gift the old man gave him would lead him to a large tournament AND placing in the international bracket no less. Being in a room full of people with similar interests would be a prime place to make friends, maybe that was the intention from the old man. It WAS his idea to enter the tournament after all.
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Nellancholy
Two Thousand Club
Name: Seneca "Lucy" Albright
Age: 18
Role/Crest: Crest of Truth (as application, I can be flexible based on who is accepted)
Partner (Rookie-Level): Hagurumon regressed from Andromon
Personality:
Lucy is filled with a fair bit of bitterness and resentment for someone still so early in their life, but he hides it behind an air of magnamity and friendliness. Those bothered by first-hand experience of his various pursuits would call him a glory hound, though those with more level heads will allow that rather than pushing others away, he simply has a natural talent for keeping the spotlight on him.
As such, he often makes a show of displaying his generosity and supportiveness towards people who are in need or seemingly lesser, all to create a good impression of the kind of person he is, seemingly walking his own path in lieu of the plan that his family seems to have laid out for his life. In short, Seneca Albright has as many casual friends and hangers-on as he has critics, though few know what really drives what he does.
History:
Not every child of a world-famous businessperson is famous in their own right, though not for lack of trying on Seneca's part. The second child of Augustus Albright, CEO of NetConnect Industries, Seneca had grown up in the lap of luxury, his indolent and fun-seeking personality contrasting that of his studious, quiet older sister Lucilia. While he bumbled his way through school, Lucilia kept her head straight and applied herself dutifully to the studies and other tasks set out before her by their stern, exacting father. It made sense, after all. By all means, Lucilia was the one who was going to take over the corporation when Augustus retired...or more likely, passed on at his desk after yet another hard day at work.
Even so, the two siblings were close, and they often took time out for each other, visiting various places around the city or sharing their interests like music and books with each other. Lucilia never smiled more than when she was with Seneca, and Seneca never listened to any voice of reason more than he did Lucilia's.
This changed two years ago, when Lucilia took ill, rapidly weakening and soon falling into a coma. Prompt medical testing and the best medical care money could buy couldn't change the truth: Lucilia was the latest victim of a neurodegenerative disorder that had long plagued the Albright family but had nonetheless been thought gone for the past few generations. It was unlikely for the foreseeable future that she would be lucid again, let alone in a state to run NetConnect.
Hiding his own grief and worry behind a stone face, Augustus smoothly shifted gears, turning his gaze to his wayward son. He soon made it clear that Seneca was to take over Lucilia's lessons and training for the position of CEO, studying every aspect of the business and the intricate technology that ran it in order to make the transition as smooth as possible. It didn't just mean paying in attention at class, or poring over diagrams and account books at home. It was a responsibility pushed onto him, one that may last a lifetime.
Seneca chafed against this, predictably. His behavior became more petulant than before, and he spent much time on extravagant expenses, adopting a flamboyant manner of dress, traveling to faraway places, performing various stunts and pranks like the world's brattiest travel writer. Anything but buckle down and shape up, anything but looking at Lucilia's pale face and close eyes as she lay almost motionless in a bed within one of the best hospitals in the country.
One day, while he was planning his next trip, a notification about qualifiers for the Digimon World Tournament popped up. That reminded him. NetConnect was one of the major contributors of technology to competitive Digimon, and this tournament was no exception. What better way for him to show Augustus that he wasn't going to follow his plan, if not to enter the tournament, participating as a competitor instead of working as a sponsor that stood to profit from the sport? If Augustus wanted a second Lucilia, this is what he would get.
Immediately, "Lucy" got several Digimon experts together, paying them to select and train the most effective Digimon for the task, remaining hands off while they optimized every possible aspect. The creature was just a tool, after all. A prop for his latest show.
Despite his expectations, Lucy found himself reaching the finals, only for a twist of fate to take him elsewhere...
Age: 18
Role/Crest: Crest of Truth (as application, I can be flexible based on who is accepted)
Partner (Rookie-Level): Hagurumon regressed from Andromon
Personality:
Lucy is filled with a fair bit of bitterness and resentment for someone still so early in their life, but he hides it behind an air of magnamity and friendliness. Those bothered by first-hand experience of his various pursuits would call him a glory hound, though those with more level heads will allow that rather than pushing others away, he simply has a natural talent for keeping the spotlight on him.
As such, he often makes a show of displaying his generosity and supportiveness towards people who are in need or seemingly lesser, all to create a good impression of the kind of person he is, seemingly walking his own path in lieu of the plan that his family seems to have laid out for his life. In short, Seneca Albright has as many casual friends and hangers-on as he has critics, though few know what really drives what he does.
History:
Not every child of a world-famous businessperson is famous in their own right, though not for lack of trying on Seneca's part. The second child of Augustus Albright, CEO of NetConnect Industries, Seneca had grown up in the lap of luxury, his indolent and fun-seeking personality contrasting that of his studious, quiet older sister Lucilia. While he bumbled his way through school, Lucilia kept her head straight and applied herself dutifully to the studies and other tasks set out before her by their stern, exacting father. It made sense, after all. By all means, Lucilia was the one who was going to take over the corporation when Augustus retired...or more likely, passed on at his desk after yet another hard day at work.
Even so, the two siblings were close, and they often took time out for each other, visiting various places around the city or sharing their interests like music and books with each other. Lucilia never smiled more than when she was with Seneca, and Seneca never listened to any voice of reason more than he did Lucilia's.
This changed two years ago, when Lucilia took ill, rapidly weakening and soon falling into a coma. Prompt medical testing and the best medical care money could buy couldn't change the truth: Lucilia was the latest victim of a neurodegenerative disorder that had long plagued the Albright family but had nonetheless been thought gone for the past few generations. It was unlikely for the foreseeable future that she would be lucid again, let alone in a state to run NetConnect.
Hiding his own grief and worry behind a stone face, Augustus smoothly shifted gears, turning his gaze to his wayward son. He soon made it clear that Seneca was to take over Lucilia's lessons and training for the position of CEO, studying every aspect of the business and the intricate technology that ran it in order to make the transition as smooth as possible. It didn't just mean paying in attention at class, or poring over diagrams and account books at home. It was a responsibility pushed onto him, one that may last a lifetime.
Seneca chafed against this, predictably. His behavior became more petulant than before, and he spent much time on extravagant expenses, adopting a flamboyant manner of dress, traveling to faraway places, performing various stunts and pranks like the world's brattiest travel writer. Anything but buckle down and shape up, anything but looking at Lucilia's pale face and close eyes as she lay almost motionless in a bed within one of the best hospitals in the country.
One day, while he was planning his next trip, a notification about qualifiers for the Digimon World Tournament popped up. That reminded him. NetConnect was one of the major contributors of technology to competitive Digimon, and this tournament was no exception. What better way for him to show Augustus that he wasn't going to follow his plan, if not to enter the tournament, participating as a competitor instead of working as a sponsor that stood to profit from the sport? If Augustus wanted a second Lucilia, this is what he would get.
Immediately, "Lucy" got several Digimon experts together, paying them to select and train the most effective Digimon for the task, remaining hands off while they optimized every possible aspect. The creature was just a tool, after all. A prop for his latest show.
Despite his expectations, Lucy found himself reaching the finals, only for a twist of fate to take him elsewhere...
Lucy sat cross-legged on a couch, hands tapping on his phone as he preened, pouted, and posed, a photo posted to his feed every 30 seconds or so. His Digivice sat untouched but secure in the padded, metal case it had been shipped in. Sure, a win streak was nice, but what really mattered in this situation was making sure everyone knew where he was, what he was doing. Hopefully that man would see it, if he hadn't already. The more it pissed him off, the better.
Some would call Lucy a "user". Egotistical, self-centered, in it only for himself. But that was natural, right? A person of his position and gifts...if humans were meant to give up their individuality, their own desires...all for the sake of someone else? They'd be ants instead. Bees, maybe. Working hard every day to enrich someone else, to make THEIR dream a reality instead...people like that willingly became tools. Just like the Digimon that were gathered here today. Some people had a relationship with their Digimon bordering on...respectful. Other, more childish people treated those masses of adaptive code like pets. And Lucy himself...well, the less said, the better. He glanced to his phone instead.
There. That'd keep them engaged for a while. Sliding his phone into his pocket, he did his best to stare off into space. But try as he might...he ended up looking around at the other competitors. Were they all here for the love of the game? The lucrative prize? Or perhaps...any of them could have come here with some kind of ulterior motive, just like he did. Those people would be the most fun to compete with of all...
Some would call Lucy a "user". Egotistical, self-centered, in it only for himself. But that was natural, right? A person of his position and gifts...if humans were meant to give up their individuality, their own desires...all for the sake of someone else? They'd be ants instead. Bees, maybe. Working hard every day to enrich someone else, to make THEIR dream a reality instead...people like that willingly became tools. Just like the Digimon that were gathered here today. Some people had a relationship with their Digimon bordering on...respectful. Other, more childish people treated those masses of adaptive code like pets. And Lucy himself...well, the less said, the better. He glanced to his phone instead.
There. That'd keep them engaged for a while. Sliding his phone into his pocket, he did his best to stare off into space. But try as he might...he ended up looking around at the other competitors. Were they all here for the love of the game? The lucrative prize? Or perhaps...any of them could have come here with some kind of ulterior motive, just like he did. Those people would be the most fun to compete with of all...
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Bharani
Ordinary Magician
Her eyes closed shut, all of Naru's undivided attention was being given to the sound file playing out of her radio. Such a small, ancient item; it was a surprise it could even hold permanent storage, let alone a recording of such length. But the hum of the engine, the roaring of fire, the digital and analogue alarms and indicators, all of it brought her comparative serenity. After all, if there were those braving the skies above the skies, exploring that which was beyond even the reaches of their world, what couldn't Humanity do? If it was people just like her, just like everyone else in that room, that had dreamed beyond the clouds, and then made it possible, just what could they be capable of, in time?
The stop button made a satisfying click when she pushed it down, the congratulatory exclamations already marking the end of the part she had the audio file for. Countless test launches had been successful, the one immortalized inside her radio being one of them. Countless more would be held, too, before that design would one day take her father past the atmosphere. Countless battles would be held, in between today and tomorrow. And as she removed the earphones, taking in the proper atmosphere of the venue, Naru Takahashi finished preparing herself for what could easily be the most important battle of her life; fought by her, for her own sake.
She would give one last hopeful scan of the room, even if she already knew the answer. And sure enough, hahah...not a single familiar digivice in sight. And not many people were quite as married to a certain clothing style like she was. Smiling all the same, and readjusting herself on the seat, she would once more strain her hearing to catch as much conversation as she could. Perhaps she could catch a familiar voice, or...or just enjoy hearing the cadence of those that were there, just as she was.
Who could have ever guessed things would turn out this way?
The stop button made a satisfying click when she pushed it down, the congratulatory exclamations already marking the end of the part she had the audio file for. Countless test launches had been successful, the one immortalized inside her radio being one of them. Countless more would be held, too, before that design would one day take her father past the atmosphere. Countless battles would be held, in between today and tomorrow. And as she removed the earphones, taking in the proper atmosphere of the venue, Naru Takahashi finished preparing herself for what could easily be the most important battle of her life; fought by her, for her own sake.
She would give one last hopeful scan of the room, even if she already knew the answer. And sure enough, hahah...not a single familiar digivice in sight. And not many people were quite as married to a certain clothing style like she was. Smiling all the same, and readjusting herself on the seat, she would once more strain her hearing to catch as much conversation as she could. Perhaps she could catch a familiar voice, or...or just enjoy hearing the cadence of those that were there, just as she was.
Who could have ever guessed things would turn out this way?
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QuirkyAngel
White Masquerade's Blue Oni
Voices and crowds filled the halls of the convention center. The auditorium was finishing their last touches on the equipment. Challengers from all over the world are competing for the title of Champion Tamer. You are one of the lucky ones to have made it to the International Bracket. In the green room, many contestants are practicing, conversing or even gathering their thoughts and energy.
What are you doing?
Splashing cold water against her face, Hitomi stared at her reflection in the mirror. Dull green eyes stared back at her atop a pale, makeup-less face. Was it nerves that had her hiding in bathroom before the World Solo Tournament matches began? Yesโฆyesโฆit was. Hitomi was always nervous before a Digimon battle, regardless of the opponent, because there was always a chance she could lose. Underestimating onesโ rivals was how rookies ended up in defeat, after all. And here, amongst the best of the best, probability wasnโt on her side. She didnโt want to let Tigervespamon down. Was it strange that the thoughts of an AI from a childrenโs game affected her so much?
Yesโฆyesโฆit was.
However, that wasnโt the only reason Hitomi Shizuku found herself hiding in the bathroom.
As the cheers of the crowd rose again, echoing through the tiled walls, the brown-haired, young woman shivered. She hated crowds. Always had. Always will. However, the excitement from this particular audience was so intense she could practically feel it. Literally. Waves and waves of emotions that made her want to throw up.
Slowly, Hitomi forced herself to uncurl her fingers. To breathe. It wasnโt the first time she had experienced such intense nerves. It wasnโt even her first tournament. Hitomi had always been sensitive, even as a child. Everyone who knew her knew itโฆregardless of what she tried to hide. Still, it was embarrassing.
She wasnโt a child any longer.
Clapping her cheeks, Hitomi straightened and faced the exit.
As a citizen of Japanโin spite of her current residencyโ, sheโd be representing Japan internationally. Whether in a gaming tournament or a medical conference made no difference. She simply had to do her best. All other problems, future plans, etc. could wait.
Hooking the strap of her purse over her shoulders, Hitomi touched her beloved digivice for a bit of confidence before leaving the bathroom, heels clacking.
What are you doing?
Splashing cold water against her face, Hitomi stared at her reflection in the mirror. Dull green eyes stared back at her atop a pale, makeup-less face. Was it nerves that had her hiding in bathroom before the World Solo Tournament matches began? Yesโฆyesโฆit was. Hitomi was always nervous before a Digimon battle, regardless of the opponent, because there was always a chance she could lose. Underestimating onesโ rivals was how rookies ended up in defeat, after all. And here, amongst the best of the best, probability wasnโt on her side. She didnโt want to let Tigervespamon down. Was it strange that the thoughts of an AI from a childrenโs game affected her so much?
Yesโฆyesโฆit was.
However, that wasnโt the only reason Hitomi Shizuku found herself hiding in the bathroom.
As the cheers of the crowd rose again, echoing through the tiled walls, the brown-haired, young woman shivered. She hated crowds. Always had. Always will. However, the excitement from this particular audience was so intense she could practically feel it. Literally. Waves and waves of emotions that made her want to throw up.
Slowly, Hitomi forced herself to uncurl her fingers. To breathe. It wasnโt the first time she had experienced such intense nerves. It wasnโt even her first tournament. Hitomi had always been sensitive, even as a child. Everyone who knew her knew itโฆregardless of what she tried to hide. Still, it was embarrassing.
She wasnโt a child any longer.
Clapping her cheeks, Hitomi straightened and faced the exit.
As a citizen of Japanโin spite of her current residencyโ, sheโd be representing Japan internationally. Whether in a gaming tournament or a medical conference made no difference. She simply had to do her best. All other problems, future plans, etc. could wait.
Hooking the strap of her purse over her shoulders, Hitomi touched her beloved digivice for a bit of confidence before leaving the bathroom, heels clacking.
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Scatterbrain
Trying really hard to stay focused
Dwight scanned the room, his posture relaxed but his eyes taking in every single detail. He leaned casually against a wall, flipping through the tournament handbook heโd been given, not out of interest but to maintain his cover as a competitor. His gaze flicked between the groups, noting the dynamics; who seemed confident, who was trying too hard to blend in, who might be hiding something. When someone approached to make small talk, he offered a polite but brief response to avoid raising any suspicion.
A group of contestants erupted in laughter nearby and Dwight shot them a glance. Were they just having a good time or could one of them be plotting something? He shook his head, frustrated at the endless guessing. He wanted concrete leads, something tangible he could act on, but so far his investigation had turned up nothing. He took a deep breath, reminding himself of his mission. Focus. Find the target. Prevent disaster. As the announcements for the next round echoed through the halls, he straightened up, his hand brushing the pocket where heโd tucked his police badge. This wasnโt his usual battlefield but he would treat it with the same seriousness and resolve as any other assignment.
A group of contestants erupted in laughter nearby and Dwight shot them a glance. Were they just having a good time or could one of them be plotting something? He shook his head, frustrated at the endless guessing. He wanted concrete leads, something tangible he could act on, but so far his investigation had turned up nothing. He took a deep breath, reminding himself of his mission. Focus. Find the target. Prevent disaster. As the announcements for the next round echoed through the halls, he straightened up, his hand brushing the pocket where heโd tucked his police badge. This wasnโt his usual battlefield but he would treat it with the same seriousness and resolve as any other assignment.
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mdebourg
Senior Member
Name: Austin Collins
Age: 20
Role/Crest: loyalty (Others I'd be willing to use are Valor, harmony, radiance, and patience Though this last one is probably a stretch. Up to the GM's
Partner (Rookie-Level): Coronamon
Face Claim
Personality: Austin is eager to observe the world around him and somewhat inquisitive. That inquisitiveness has made him very bright in terms of knowledge of nature but has also led to an unhealthy sense of danger because of it. Due to still being young, he is still a little naive, which results in him falling for pranks, such as April Fools pranks. However, when this does happen, he will see it as a learning experience and, in fact occasionally going along with it knowing full well that itโs a prank for the sake of humor. Austin has high morals and won't allow anything to happen to his friends, going out of his way to try and settle disputes between other locals, even though it's clearly none of his business, telling the truth whenever he does something wrong, or just being around for people that have had bad days. This does lead to him getting into some sticky situations, however, such as people ignoring Austin during a dispute, at which point he will leave them alone.
Austin will start out shy to any person or Digimon but will gradually warm up to them as time goes on and strive above most things to keep his friends happy, beware he will run away from anyone that lashes out at him. Battle-wise Austin favors being more on the defensive side, envisioning digimon battles to be more like chess matches rather than matches of power preferring to pick his opponents apart with strategy instead.
History:
Austin was born into a middle class family in California. His parents, Martha and Todd Collins were very careful with keeping an eye on him as even during age 5, perhaps expectantly, he was quite the curious sort. Perhaps too curious, as that did result in him burning his hand on the stove once while they had his eyes off of him. Thanks to that event he wasnโt allowed in the kitchen without some kind of supervision for fear of getting hurt.That event did lead to him finding his โvoiceโ though as he was mostly a quiet type before that.
During the ages of 9-13 while he did well in school in maintaining a B+ average, he was the subject of many a bully, from throwing eggs to name calling and a few instances of being punched in the face. After going to principals a few times and getting only lip service, Austin told his parents about it instead, though it took until 4th grade for him to do so as he was trying (and failing horrendously) to take care of it himself.At least by the 4th grade, it was curtailed a bit.
During the time in his home during these years, he would either be running around in parks, playing with his adopted dog, a black lab, named Charile, or playing on his computer a bit. The dog being a main friend of his and perhaps the main reason he took to the concept of digimon, they were pretty much cyber pets to him. The concept of digimon got more prevalent as the dog aged and eventually died due to age. It still hit Austin hard as they were usually together during his romps at the park, with Austin tossing balls and/or frisbees to him.
This changes upon the dog's passing at age 19. From here he uses the computer as more a coping mechanism. Now he had heard of Digimon as well as the Digimon tournament, it's here he takes to raising a Coronamon that he names Sol. It takes some time but the little lion does grow up to the prominent Apollomon. He and the roaring 'God of fire' would make it to the finals. But little does he know things will take a turn for the weird.
WHAT ARE YOU DOING?
Austin scans the entirety of the auditorium seeing all the tamers of the native Japan bracket and some of the international bracket. " These are really the best tamers around...Do i really deserve a spot in this bracket?" he muses to himself taking a seat on a chair and taking a few deep breaths to force the nerves down. Various contestants move about the place as the tournament moves on, he pays them no mind, more trying to calm himself. While it wasn't his first battle, one mistake would instantly see him ousted and that would be laughably embarrassing.
Regardless of this, he would maintain a cordial air about himself while he waits his turn, he had already been practicing just to get here, now it was time to put up or shut up, at least till all the glitches happen and he is brought into a world unlike any other...
Age: 20
Role/Crest: loyalty (Others I'd be willing to use are Valor, harmony, radiance, and patience Though this last one is probably a stretch. Up to the GM's
Partner (Rookie-Level): Coronamon
Face Claim
Personality: Austin is eager to observe the world around him and somewhat inquisitive. That inquisitiveness has made him very bright in terms of knowledge of nature but has also led to an unhealthy sense of danger because of it. Due to still being young, he is still a little naive, which results in him falling for pranks, such as April Fools pranks. However, when this does happen, he will see it as a learning experience and, in fact occasionally going along with it knowing full well that itโs a prank for the sake of humor. Austin has high morals and won't allow anything to happen to his friends, going out of his way to try and settle disputes between other locals, even though it's clearly none of his business, telling the truth whenever he does something wrong, or just being around for people that have had bad days. This does lead to him getting into some sticky situations, however, such as people ignoring Austin during a dispute, at which point he will leave them alone.
Austin will start out shy to any person or Digimon but will gradually warm up to them as time goes on and strive above most things to keep his friends happy, beware he will run away from anyone that lashes out at him. Battle-wise Austin favors being more on the defensive side, envisioning digimon battles to be more like chess matches rather than matches of power preferring to pick his opponents apart with strategy instead.
History:
Austin was born into a middle class family in California. His parents, Martha and Todd Collins were very careful with keeping an eye on him as even during age 5, perhaps expectantly, he was quite the curious sort. Perhaps too curious, as that did result in him burning his hand on the stove once while they had his eyes off of him. Thanks to that event he wasnโt allowed in the kitchen without some kind of supervision for fear of getting hurt.That event did lead to him finding his โvoiceโ though as he was mostly a quiet type before that.
During the ages of 9-13 while he did well in school in maintaining a B+ average, he was the subject of many a bully, from throwing eggs to name calling and a few instances of being punched in the face. After going to principals a few times and getting only lip service, Austin told his parents about it instead, though it took until 4th grade for him to do so as he was trying (and failing horrendously) to take care of it himself.At least by the 4th grade, it was curtailed a bit.
During the time in his home during these years, he would either be running around in parks, playing with his adopted dog, a black lab, named Charile, or playing on his computer a bit. The dog being a main friend of his and perhaps the main reason he took to the concept of digimon, they were pretty much cyber pets to him. The concept of digimon got more prevalent as the dog aged and eventually died due to age. It still hit Austin hard as they were usually together during his romps at the park, with Austin tossing balls and/or frisbees to him.
This changes upon the dog's passing at age 19. From here he uses the computer as more a coping mechanism. Now he had heard of Digimon as well as the Digimon tournament, it's here he takes to raising a Coronamon that he names Sol. It takes some time but the little lion does grow up to the prominent Apollomon. He and the roaring 'God of fire' would make it to the finals. But little does he know things will take a turn for the weird.
WHAT ARE YOU DOING?
Austin scans the entirety of the auditorium seeing all the tamers of the native Japan bracket and some of the international bracket. " These are really the best tamers around...Do i really deserve a spot in this bracket?" he muses to himself taking a seat on a chair and taking a few deep breaths to force the nerves down. Various contestants move about the place as the tournament moves on, he pays them no mind, more trying to calm himself. While it wasn't his first battle, one mistake would instantly see him ousted and that would be laughably embarrassing.
Regardless of this, he would maintain a cordial air about himself while he waits his turn, he had already been practicing just to get here, now it was time to put up or shut up, at least till all the glitches happen and he is brought into a world unlike any other...
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Name: Carew McLaughlin
Age: 18
Role/Crest: Loyalty
Partner (Rookie-Level): Bearmon who he calls Bruin
Personality: Carew is a somewhat outgoing and easy to get along with personโฆor at least he used to be. He would go out of his way to help others, even complete strangers. When it comes to others, he often had faith in them however he believed that his own skills were lacking, a trait he still has now. It used to be heโd get overexcited and didnโt give up when those he cares for need him or his help. It was often for that reason that he was so determined. Now heโs closed off his heart, no longer believing that the friends he made were genuine and too afraid to meet anyone new, to truly connect with them even though that is what he wants to happen. Where there once was a boisterous guy now there's only a shy being. If you can get him talking about something he loves though, he might open up more. He found comfort in trying to write and draw, and of course the Digimon game.
History: A lot of people often described Carew as being too trusting however he was raised to find the good in people and that caring for someone means not betraying themโฆhe wasnโt told about how not everyone feels the same way though. Being the child of a General in the ADF (Australian Defense Force) and lawyer in Canada meant that he and his siblings rarely saw either parent though he was thankful that their divorce was amicable and the two didnโt fight around him.
He agreed to spend a summer with his mom in Australia as she had gotten a base job over seeing training. Being both an outsider and the son of a General did not make it easy for him to make friends with other people. He eventually was able to make some friends that wanted to be around him, though not for the reasons one might think. One night, he was taken to a home and held at gunpoint, the โfriendsโ he made using him to get to his mom. For the next month he was beaten within an inch of his life from the very people he put his trust in, them mocking him for thinking they'd care about him. That his only use was to get to a person who probably didn't want him around, a truth he couldn't deny given how little he saw of his mom during the summer even though she'd asked him. When they held a gun up to his face, when he thought he was going to really die, the rescue found him, gave him treatment, and detained the men who took him. After healing up and moving back to Canada, he tried to get back to normal. Problem was that his mind was still filled with trauma. Heโd occasionally have a PTSD episode or a panic attack or just shut down. He couldnโt talk about what happened to his friends there, none of them would get it. None of them tried to check in on him, in fact a few were even starting rumors about him. Finding that out made him attack them, putting some of them in the ER and having him expelled though his dad was able to save him from jail. The comments and texts were constantly sent to him about what he did. That further pushed him away from the world.
He took the classes he needed to graduate online and rarely left his home, with his mom teaching him self defense and ways to protect himself if that happened again. Even though he wanted to, he was scared to try and meet new people or build meaningful connections going further. What helped was when he discovered Digimon through a random video. While drawing and writing were therapeutic to him (even getting to leave his home), Digimon was what kept him going. When he picked Bruin, it wasnโt just because he was cute, he felt a weird connection to the bear. He managed to get into college, meeting others who shared his interest in the game and formed a club. Even though he was talented in the game he didn't feel the same drive to win that the others did. Then there was this lingering doubt that he belonged, that these new friends were genuine. He couldnโt help thinking club members were talking about him or how weird he acted. Even as they won tournament after tournament, even after he was invited and that he'd be unofficially representing them, he still didnโt believe in his skill nor in the encouragement.
Face Claim:
Age: 18
Role/Crest: Loyalty
Partner (Rookie-Level): Bearmon who he calls Bruin
Personality: Carew is a somewhat outgoing and easy to get along with personโฆor at least he used to be. He would go out of his way to help others, even complete strangers. When it comes to others, he often had faith in them however he believed that his own skills were lacking, a trait he still has now. It used to be heโd get overexcited and didnโt give up when those he cares for need him or his help. It was often for that reason that he was so determined. Now heโs closed off his heart, no longer believing that the friends he made were genuine and too afraid to meet anyone new, to truly connect with them even though that is what he wants to happen. Where there once was a boisterous guy now there's only a shy being. If you can get him talking about something he loves though, he might open up more. He found comfort in trying to write and draw, and of course the Digimon game.
History: A lot of people often described Carew as being too trusting however he was raised to find the good in people and that caring for someone means not betraying themโฆhe wasnโt told about how not everyone feels the same way though. Being the child of a General in the ADF (Australian Defense Force) and lawyer in Canada meant that he and his siblings rarely saw either parent though he was thankful that their divorce was amicable and the two didnโt fight around him.
He agreed to spend a summer with his mom in Australia as she had gotten a base job over seeing training. Being both an outsider and the son of a General did not make it easy for him to make friends with other people. He eventually was able to make some friends that wanted to be around him, though not for the reasons one might think. One night, he was taken to a home and held at gunpoint, the โfriendsโ he made using him to get to his mom. For the next month he was beaten within an inch of his life from the very people he put his trust in, them mocking him for thinking they'd care about him. That his only use was to get to a person who probably didn't want him around, a truth he couldn't deny given how little he saw of his mom during the summer even though she'd asked him. When they held a gun up to his face, when he thought he was going to really die, the rescue found him, gave him treatment, and detained the men who took him. After healing up and moving back to Canada, he tried to get back to normal. Problem was that his mind was still filled with trauma. Heโd occasionally have a PTSD episode or a panic attack or just shut down. He couldnโt talk about what happened to his friends there, none of them would get it. None of them tried to check in on him, in fact a few were even starting rumors about him. Finding that out made him attack them, putting some of them in the ER and having him expelled though his dad was able to save him from jail. The comments and texts were constantly sent to him about what he did. That further pushed him away from the world.
He took the classes he needed to graduate online and rarely left his home, with his mom teaching him self defense and ways to protect himself if that happened again. Even though he wanted to, he was scared to try and meet new people or build meaningful connections going further. What helped was when he discovered Digimon through a random video. While drawing and writing were therapeutic to him (even getting to leave his home), Digimon was what kept him going. When he picked Bruin, it wasnโt just because he was cute, he felt a weird connection to the bear. He managed to get into college, meeting others who shared his interest in the game and formed a club. Even though he was talented in the game he didn't feel the same drive to win that the others did. Then there was this lingering doubt that he belonged, that these new friends were genuine. He couldnโt help thinking club members were talking about him or how weird he acted. Even as they won tournament after tournament, even after he was invited and that he'd be unofficially representing them, he still didnโt believe in his skill nor in the encouragement.
Carew sat in the corner of the green room; hoodie pulled over his head as he idly looked over at the texts heโd gotten from โfriendsโ who wanted him to win. Whoโre impressed that he made it that far. He wanted to drown out the other contestants and all their nerves and bravado, to not think about the expectations of all the people at college who were โcheeringโ for him. Other Digimon club members would have probably deleted them by now. He was tempted to do that, however with none of the others here, all making (at least to him what were) halfhearted excuses as to why they couldnโt make it, he decided that any words of encouragement would be better than none even if they didnโt mean them. He put the phone into his backpack his hands started to tremble and his breathing quickened.
He began to quietly chant: โIโm good enough to be hereโ a few times however that didnโt help. Taking out a notebook with a paw mark on the cover, he opened a blank page then took a deep breath. The pages were filled with imagined stories about people and Digimon doing stuff from mundane tasks to having an epic battle. Each person was a different version of him and each Digimon was someone in his life or a moment he had to deal with, it helped him deal with the world. He understood that his writing wasn't the best out there, however he cherished them, each mistake and crossed off word.
Carew imagined Bruin this time though, the two of them talking and making jokes with each other or making a clever remark about a finalist heโd be too scared to say in the open. About all the amazing and new places they could explore or stuff theyโd want to do. He paused the pretend Bruin asking what the matter was and why he was so worried. He talked about how much pressure heโs under to win, how heโs scared to find out what might happen if he loses and about certain places had lax security and all the other things that could go wrong there. Bruin merely offered a pat on the head and spoke in an imagined voice that, 'it'll be okay to just have fun and that he earned his spot there'. Rereading what he'd written he smiled over that, then began to recite the mantra as before, though this time he believed it now.
He began to quietly chant: โIโm good enough to be hereโ a few times however that didnโt help. Taking out a notebook with a paw mark on the cover, he opened a blank page then took a deep breath. The pages were filled with imagined stories about people and Digimon doing stuff from mundane tasks to having an epic battle. Each person was a different version of him and each Digimon was someone in his life or a moment he had to deal with, it helped him deal with the world. He understood that his writing wasn't the best out there, however he cherished them, each mistake and crossed off word.
Carew imagined Bruin this time though, the two of them talking and making jokes with each other or making a clever remark about a finalist heโd be too scared to say in the open. About all the amazing and new places they could explore or stuff theyโd want to do. He paused the pretend Bruin asking what the matter was and why he was so worried. He talked about how much pressure heโs under to win, how heโs scared to find out what might happen if he loses and about certain places had lax security and all the other things that could go wrong there. Bruin merely offered a pat on the head and spoke in an imagined voice that, 'it'll be okay to just have fun and that he earned his spot there'. Rereading what he'd written he smiled over that, then began to recite the mantra as before, though this time he believed it now.
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