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    he thundering sound of claps and cheers filled the auditorium. The spotlights shined brightly as the contestants took the stage. This was the moment. The Champion was soon to be announced. The crowd started to die down as the announcer began to speak.

    "Your new Champion Tamer is–!"

    SPARK! CRACKLE! SHATTER!

    The auditorium went dark. The sound of glass exploding drowned out the crowd as their cries morphed from joy to panic. The larger main screen – centered at the back of the stage – flashed a dark blood red before disappearing.

    As the lights slowly flickered on, the stage that once held twenty contestants now only featured ten...







    The Digital World, a land behind screens and binary codes deep within the heart of the Internet. A land shaped by facts, ideals, and emotions. Where creatures called Digimon reside. This world, though buried under the human eye, has just as much of an impact on us as we do on them.

    Within the Digital World lies a dark presence aimed to exterminate the human race and take over Earth as their own. The Seven Demon Lords. Powerful demonic Digimon whose power and influence has slowly seeped into the Physical World.

    It started out small – glitches in checkouts, stoplights flickering, etc. – but now threatens war between countries.

    You have been chosen as the saviors of both the Physical and Digital World. You are Digidestined. Brought to this world to stop the Seven Demon Lords before their plan becomes reality. Fight alongside your partners and stop the Seven Demon Lords at all costs.

    The fate of both worlds is in your hands.




































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ACT 1: The Dark Knight

Part 1: Through the Digital Flux

The roaring crowd. The deafening applause. The spotlights glaring down on the stage as the contestants started to line up. Here it was. The moment they had all been waiting for. The winner of the Digimon World Solo Tournament. The one destined for the title of Champion Tamer.

At last, the announcer took the stage. Urging the contestants to take a bow, smile, acknowledge those who had been cheering them on. The audience slowly drew to a silence as the announcer was handed the envelope. The winner's name inside. Unbeknownst to anyone, something was moving around in the dark.

The Tournament Director, Seiko Haru, was watching the live broadcast intently. Suddenly, a black shadow seemed to flash across his screen before the Glitches appeared. With a small smile, Haru murmured to himself, “Finally, it begins.”

Above the stage, the lights started to flicker. The announcer paused and looked up at the lights before a loud snap echoed through the arena. Without warning, the large spotlight suddenly crashed upon the stage. A crater left in its impact. The bright lights continued to flicker before suddenly going dark.

Screams of frantic panic filled the once joyous stadium, as the announcer tried their hardest to calm the crowd. Security rushed to try to move the contestants from the stage safely. The darkness suddenly breached by a blinding light from the main screen. As the flash departed, the lights slowly flickered back on. People stood and looked around in confusion and worry.

The announcer brushed off their pants and turned to check on the contestants when they realized that 10 of them had disappeared.

It was sudden. The light enveloped you. You felt yourself falling? Swimming? You weren’t sure how to describe it. Your body felt light but you could feel it being pulled. When you opened your eyes, you noticed 9 other contestants around you. All of them in a similar state. The environment around you seemed similar to that of the background of your Tamer Console. Blue and white digital waves constantly shifted.

A bright light suddenly shined from your Tamer Console. As you pulled it out to hold it, it shifted into a form unrecognizable to anything you had seen before. Before any words could be spoken, you felt yourself get tugged with even more force than before.

As you open your eyes once more, you find yourself laid on a patch of grass. The sounds of nature echoing around you. Grass? Nature? Weren’t you just in the arena? As you take a look around, you notice other people and…what were those things?
 
Shelly stepped on to the stage with the others. The roars deafening, and the lights blinding. This had been everything she wanted. Even if she took the L she couldn't get to mad having made it here.

The steps on to the stage were quick and peppy, maybe even a bit awkwardly so. Even so her infectious attitude being akin to a small wonderous child. She waved to the crowd as the spot illuminated her to the countless masses.

Suddenly her expression dropped from excited and bubbly to dazed. Her eyes growing unfocused and spacy as if having a daydream. As quickly as she had lost herself. She stumbled and regained herself. To them it was an instant. To her it might have been far longer.

To call what she had a vision, wasn't right. It however did provide some semblance of foresight into the immediately following events. Maybe even more than that.

The dream she had was like looking into the mind of a sleeping beast. A small round toddler was bound in chains and locked by a... Watch? One that began ticking as that same toddler started to fuss and stir. It had long horns like a ram, and bat wings. She could tell it was a Digimon. She just wasn't sure what kind. Another thing she was absolutely sure of, this thing was inexplicably evil. And the second it's timer ticked to zero there would be literal hell to pay.

As she came back to her senses. She hysterically pushed the onlookers who would come to help away. Then made a quick back peddle.

"Move!"

She yelled with little time to spare. The loud crash was the next thing she heard as one of the spot lights came down. She feared that this was not a simple malfunction but sabotage.

What was once cheers of good vibes quickly soured like milk. The last thing she remembered from that moment? Pure terror and frantic malice.

Spirited away by the very thing that had brought her here. It was fitting somehow. That warm light she once bathed in was back and it enveloped her senses. The device she used had become alien. Indescribable as if a creature from Lovecraft lore.

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Soon that blinding all encompassing spot filled her vision again. She arose with sleepy grumbles and irritability that came from drinking to much from the night prior. She must have went out drinking after she lost to many swiss rounds in the tournament.

She thought about just sleeping the hangover off. But she had a nagging question in the back of her mind. "What was the sun doing in her room?"

She rose again this time with a start. Shelly looked around at nature. The earthen scents of the forest. No city, no cars, yet she wasn't horror movied? She was just sleeping on the ground of her own accord. Not because she had been drugged and dragged or worse.

No, others were here too. Still unconscious from undoubtedly a similar fate. It was when she started to scan the area for anything she recognized. She found something even more out of a Eldritch horror novel. A black raptor with flappy ear wings was staring her dead in the face.

That was when both her shrill voice rose to a scream. As did the dinosaurs oddly standoffish Boston accented tone.

Guilmon: "You fell on my lunch!"

Shelly: "Help, I've been abducted by Jurrasic Park!"

The Dinosaur glowered at her for that remark.
 
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Cyra sucked in a deep breath as she stared at the bright blue sky. Her hands dug into grass that wasn’t supposed to be there and she felt her heart rate spike. She couldn’t find a name for the particular rush of adrenaline that filled her as she slowly sat up. Not panic— never panic, but she wasn’t excited about... about whatever this is.

Moments before she had been in the arena, eagerly awaiting her victory when things began to go horribly wrong. The crowd screaming, the lights falling— an earthquake maybe? Though an earthquake wouldn’t explain that weird state, or ending up here. In some natural landscape that was completely alien to her. Cyra pulled herself to her feet as her eyes flicked over the two people near her. Fellow contestants she recognized, but couldn’t name. Not that it mattered— Sunshine and Wallflower were probably just as clueless as she was.

“Ugh,” A voice scoffed. “Finally.”

Cyra turned towards the source, gaze dropping down to land on a very odd creature. Cream colored fur, bright green eyes and an intricate color made of gold. The thing seemed so familiar, but she couldn’t quite figure out where she had seen it.

“Took you long enough.” As the creature spoke, something in Cyra’s mind clicked. “I’m Sal—”

Cyra burst out into laughter, nearly doubling over. No way, there was no fucking way this was really happening. The air filled with her cackling as a real, genuine, salamon glared daggers her way. An actual digimon— a video game character — giving her a look of absolute disdain.

“Great.” Salamon sighed. “She’s already gone mad.”
 
He didn't want to be up there, the center of attention with people cheering for him. He didn't mind when random people were cheering for him, it wasn't like he'd ever see any of them or personally meet them, it was more that he was scared he'd be found and taken again. He'd begged the others to not let him compete, however they were so insistent he'd go. Not to mention that being it was an 'official college club' that meant if he didn't at least compete, the college might shut them down, after all it was a requirement that they compete in official tournaments and if he just so happen to win and boost the image of the college then it'd be a win-win for all involved...except for him. He kept up his hood in an attempt to keep his face hidden. He knew that did not actually help him, there were plenty of people who got his picture when playing and he had to show his face however the gesture helped calm him. He kept looking at the crowd, to see if there was a odd movement or if there was someone who didn't belong. He was so wrapped up in searching that he had nearly missed the snap of the light. He heard it and looked up, taking steps back to steady his footing. Carew felt more anxiety enter him. He didn't think this was an attack, however he kept his guard up. When security put a hand on his shoulder to move him, he instinctively elbowed them and pushed them away his training taking over. He tried to apologize to the guard and help him.

It all happened so fast he could hardly remember it. The bright light, the weird feeling, the console turning into something he didn't recognize. The flashes were what was strangest though. He could pick out a few images however most of it was like watching a video at 3x. He tried to focus on one image, one that appeared more detailed, it was of 7 shadows that stood over him and what looked like a group of lights however he couldn't see beyond that.

Carew slowly opened his eyes to the field around him. How'd he end up here and where was here? He thought he was taken again, however given that he hadn't been tied up, that probably wasn't it. He sat up and noticed a small and furry creature asleep next to him, realizing that it was a bear cub, meaning that the parent had to be in the area. He gulped, then saw the cap on it's head, the same one Bruin wore. He slowly reached out a hand, common sense being overwritten by curiosity and the need to pet the creature. "There is not way that-" the small bear gave a yawn before getting up.

It stood...on two legs...and rubbed it's eyes with Carew noticing the belts on him. "Oh sorry about that, thought you looked comfy so I decided to take a nap too. Hope you had a good one. I did, even if it was a short one." He sounded like he was 12 and smiled at him.

"What?" he looked on in astonishment over what or rather who was talking to him.
 
Guilmon: "It seems one of the others is awake."

Shelly: "Uh... Yeah?"

Shelly didn't think to much on it. Despite her initial reaction towards the creature. It didn't seem to hostile. Just peeved.

Shelly: "Sorry, about your lunch. Um..."

She rummaged around in a pocket inside her jacket. She pulled out a bag of potato chips she probably would have snacked on herself. She gave it to him as an apology.

Guilmon cocked his head to the side in wonder. He took them all the same and sighed. She wasn't trying to be mean. He realized that now. She was just waking in a very strange place.

Guilmon: "It's fine..."

He blinked at the bag as his claws weren't gonna get this open without making a mess. He was about to just eat them bag and all. She looked at him knowing he seemed confused. Then she opened it for him with a small huff.

Shelly: "Don't eat the plastic."

Guilmon: " Yes... Mom!"

Shelly was taken back from that. Black Guilmon, big baby, ate a lot, to many coincidences in one place. She had to be sure about something.

She looked around to find her guitar. The only other thing she had on her at the time of the tournament. She strummed a few chords. And on reaction the creature kept beat. Was it intentional? No, it never was with him. It was the thing she spent the most time on aside from the game. He spent all his time with her. He was bound to find some interest in music too. If ever so briefly.

Shelly: "This isn't a dream?"

She mouthed the words and simply stood in awe.

Shelly: "How, Sol?"

Sol: "You tell me and we'll both know."

He shrugged his shoulders in response to her question. Instead of giving her more of an explanation. He dumped a few of the chips into his mouth and crunched.

She supposed she couldn't expect him to know. This wasn't just some dream and even less was it some cruel joke by fate. She hadn't died, had she?

She wasn't sure of anything anymore. Rather she needed the logical side of her brain to stop screaming, "This wasn't real!" at her. She couldn't tell you how, but she knew this was. Every emotion she had told her exactly that. She wanted to cry tears of joy.

She reached to wrap her arms around his long neck. And like the giraffe he was. He tapped out and made choking noises. Not ones of actual threat but because of comedic value.

Sol: "Mom, quit! I need to breath."

Sputtered petulant whines came from him.

Sol: "She's trying to kill me, help! Get off, go help the others!"

He flailed in response to the woman's affection. That was when she realized he was right.

Shelly: "Oh yeah! Are you guys okay? Do you know where you are?"

She asked the two who had awoken. She let go of her "son" and went to see if she could help the talking bear cub and the guy in the jacket. Sol just collapsed exhausted from the odd excitement of the woman.

Sol: "She's so lucky. I'm not as mean as I act sometimes."

He sighed in a frustrated manner sprawled out on the ground. He attempted to catch his breath as the two humans exchanged words. Hopefully, the two could figure out where in Oz they were. Cause the proverbial Dorothy wasn't in Kansas anymore for sure.
 
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Group B - Hitomi Shizuku (Crest of Harmony)
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“Wake up! Wake up! Wake up! Oh please, wake up!”

The incessant buzzing was like a hammer against her skull—fast, insistent, with a tinge of anxiousness. The voice sounded somewhat familiar to her, though Hitomi couldn’t for the life of her remember from where. Rubbing her forehead, the brown-haired young woman let out a groan before blinking her eyes open to clear blue skies.

Blue skies?

Her memories of what happened prior to her unconscious state were fragmented, but she remembered being in an auditorium for the Digimon World Tournament.

The Tournament.

Bolting upright, Hitomi gasped as memories came flooding back. The lights. The screams. Like the other contestants, she’d been on stage, anxiously awaiting the results of the tournament, when pandemonium broke out. The stage lights fell. Her tamer console glowed. Then…nothing. As Hitomi struggled to piece together the fragments of her memory, the buzzing voice once more interrupted her thoughts.

“Oh good! You’re alive! I wasn’t sure what I would’ve done if you were dead. Be very sad, I expect. I might've even shed a couple of tears. It’s not easy to make a warrior of the Royal Base cry, you know.”

Eyes following the chatty voice to the creature that hovered above her, Hitomi couldn’t help her instinctive reaction. She let out a scream.

“Good God, Hitomi! No need to bellow so loudly. You’ll break the sensitive parts of my antennae, you know…”

“Y-you know me?”

“I do. Don’t you know me?”


Hitomi took a closer look at the big, flying bee…and froze. She did recognize him. She’d raised him as a V-pet since childhood, after all. Granted, the AI she’d brought to the Digimon Tournament had been a TigerVespamon, there was no way she could forget the rookie stage of her virtual friend. “Impossible…”

“Hm?”

“You can’t be real.”

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“I assure you I am as real as you are.”

Digimon? Real? She wasn’t sure if she was in a wondrous dream or a nightmare. How many times, as a child, had she thought how wonderful it would’ve been if her AI friend were real? That a person she could confide in truly existed beyond her fantasies. She loved Digimon as a game. But…real? Hitomi glanced down at the changed Tamer Console in her hand. She pinched herself.

“More importantly, why are you here?” Fanbeemon continued inquisitively. “You and the other humans. Not that I mind of course.”

At the mention of others, Hitomi glanced around, seeing two other contestants—two girls—in a similar situation upon a grassy plain…and two other Digimon. At least, Hitomi was fairly certain they were Digimon given the existence of Fanbeemon. National level tamer that she was, it wasn’t hard to identify them once the connection to the Digimon game was made. Instead, her mind drifted other matters: There were nine others, weren’t there? Not just two? She wasn’t sure where that memory came from, only that she remembered seeing it. “Where are we?”

“The Digital World,”
Fanbeemon answered plainly, making a movement with its front arms/legs that resembled a shrug. “Don’t ask for specifics because I really don’t know. I don’t know why I’m here either.”

“What do you mean?”

“Can’t speak for the other Mons, but I was minding my own business, collecting honey for the Royal Base, when I was hit with a sudden urge. A feeling that you needed me. That I had to be there. I followed that feeling here…and so here I am! Found you sleeping and was worried you might've died.

“That’s…weird.”

“Right?”


Hitomi smiled. Under normal circumstances, she wouldn’t dare be so rude as to call another’s explanation ‘weird’. Only with Fanbeemon.

“Anyway, let’s collect your friends and get out of here. I don’t like being out in the open like this. Dangerous digimon live in the area.”

“T-they do?”

“Yep!”
Fanbeemon’s reply was oddly cheerful. “I saw them while I was scouting around, looking for you.”

Hitomi swallowed, shaking her head before glancing to the other ladies. They weren’t friends. Not really. Rivals more like. Would they listen to her? Did it matter? They were all in the same situation…trapped in the same game? It only made sense for them to work together to get back home. That in mind, Hitomi moved to help wake the others. If they were already awake, she’d tell them what Fanbeemon told her. The bee-like digimon followed, seeming eager to meet new people. Hitomi wished she felt the same.

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There he was. Right there.

Seneca couldn't quite believe what he was experiencing. He didn't expect one bit to have been a finalist in the tournament, ever more esteemed in the eyes of the world and adored by his followers, but he was. Perhaps that was the power of a practically limitless budget. As well as his natural charm and talent, of course. He didn't care for the prize. Hell, he didn't care for the game.

He threw his arms up in triumph, an expression of deliberate exuberance plastered on his face as he basked in the adulation of the masses present.

And then they weren't present. Or maybe he wasn't.

Space contracted around him. Within him. Then inverted.

A terrible sensation swept him away, head over chunky heels.

Everything went black and blue.



When he came to, he was lying on his back on a field of soft grass, the sun breaking over the canopy.

His mouth wasn't too dry and his eyes were open wide. He hadn't been out for more than an hour.

This almost felt like the time he went zorbing in New Zealand and ran over some broken bottles some drunks apparently went behind. After the orb ruptured, he'd fallen down just like this, lying there for a while. That seemed like so long ago, and so far away...

It didn't take long for him to pick himself up, and be addressed by a girl in a cardigan. Clearly, they were in some kind of unexpected situation, though most of what she said went in one ear and out the other. Was this some kind of simulation? An unexpected test? Playoffs to determine the actual champion? He tilted his head to the side a bit, noting the Digimon hovering next to the girl.

Were the projections always so vivid...?

"Well, the two of you certainly don't have to worry now that I'm awake, miss uh...girl and Fanbeemon." He smiled, brushing his finger over his bang in what was apparently supposed to be a reassuring gesture. "Whatever's going on, your odds of getting out intact have just skyrocketed with me at your side!"

As Seneca continued his boasts, a floating figure emerged timidly, coming from a little towards Shizuku and Fanbeemon's side rather than directly approaching the person it seemed to actually want to speak to. With a distinct tick-tick-tick-tick of finely rotating gears, the mechanical creature peeked out behind Fanbeemon, eyeing Seneca tentatively like a small child being introduced to a stranger. Apparently trying to greet him, the construct's gears rotated rapidly as it let out a series of rapid beeps.
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But for his part, Seneca did not respond, more focused on darting around, taking in the surroundings, climbing halfway up trees and flipping on and off rocks in a way intended to show off in front of Shizuku and Fanbeemon.

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A clash of two worlds...there was the world she stood on. The lights blinding her sight, the competition now at an end. Were her fellow contestants solemnly awaiting the results? Or did they step back and forth, unable to contain themselves? Did they hide, did they step ahead of the rest, did they greet family that might be watching them live?
She did not feel any anger or resentment. Whether she won or lost, it was all the same; freudenfreude, they called it? Simply being there, standing at the forefront of the stage, was reward enough for Naru. Perhaps not everyone shared in that sentiment...but it was quite enough for her!
Her eyes inevitably pulled towards that same seat she had occupied so many times prior. Years ago, she stood there amidst the others, cheering on her favorite, and waiting with bated breath to see who had won. Was it odd that she had less of a stake on who had come victorious, now that it could be her? Hahah...maybe!

And then, then there was the other world. The one she had come from. A world inhabited by a monstrous mass of people. Limb against limb against limb, all mixing together amidst rough waves of color. Uncountable voices mixed together, impossible words the result of dozens, hundreds, thousands of different messages being yelled!
Were her friends, part of the monster? She didn't know. She did not carry anything they could reach her through, after all. Was her family, part of the monster? She certainly hoped not! They could all take their time afterwards, together back home. Either home.

The monster stirred.

And in a flash of light, the worlds clashed again.
And the world she was standing on...lost.

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The world shook and growled, pulling at the seams, before finally settling on a familiar set of hues. Celeste and lime and Pearl and.....no, that wasn't quite right.
"..."
The sun couldn't possibly be that far ahead.
Again...surely she had seen wrong. Or perhaps a cloud got in the way.
"..."
The sky had a nice celeste hue. The grass, barely visible without turning her head, was a healthy lime, or perhaps chartreuse? And the pearly white cloud, slowly moving back and forth, and its little pink eyes looking down at her...
"..."
...ah, that's what was wrong!

"...well hello there, little one."
The previously misnomered cloud smiled wider once Naru finally (finally!) decided to move.
"Oh, hello! Couldn't see the eyes over the tiny suns there, couldn't tell if awake yet or not. What a good sleeper!"
A closer look at the floating individual revealed it to be far from a cloud with eyes. In fact, it turned out to be quite the familiar looking not-cloud!
"Hahah...I suppose I am one, yes. Say..."
Slowly lifting her body up, Naru Takahashi began taking in more of the world they found themselves in, readjusting her glasses in the process. And yes, they. It would seem there were others, all followed by a particularly not-cloud-shaped friend.
...well...the way that cream colored one treated the nearest laughing person might tell a different story.

"Yes?"
Like second nature, the little rabbit took its spot perched onto the woman's shoulder, waiting for the question that hadn't yet come its way.
"Ah, right. What do the stars look like over here, at night? I'm sure the light pollution is quite low!"
She wasn't quite sure where this 'here' was. Perhaps it was a dream? Or perhaps, it was...ahh...no sense dwelling on it, not yet.
First, Naru stood up all the way, torn between approaching the cackling one with the very angry 'friend', or the pair that had yet to move from their spot on the ground. Decisions, decisions...

"Should meet them both, eventually! And then, and then...then run, run, run!"
Just as naturally as it had settled down on her shoulder, her opposite hand came to rest on top of the rabbit's head, softly patting it. There was no urgency in its voice, and so the person it spoke to did not act with haste.
"Hahah, but wherever would we even be running to? We could well get lost!"
Amidst the cheerful chants to run, the woman and the rabbit took slow steps to approach the laughing Cyra. She did not yet know which world she was standing on. Nor the joys and sorrows that might come from being in it.
Hopefully...hopefully, she would be ready when they came.
 

Kurt LeBeau | Crest of Passion | Palmon - Vivi | Group C​


Kurt already had trouble fighting his nervousness despite his face remaining mostly cold and unresponsive. The nerves were trembling both from the excitement that he managed to get here, to this place and point but at the same time he was scared, scared he would disappoint people, scared of how others would react to him. Though it was already too late to be nervous about such things he was already here on the stage with the other contestants. One did not expect the nervous Kurt to wield his guitar that for some time now hung from his back like a battle axe and raise it in the air as others did their bows, smile, or other things, it felt oddly fitting for him to do so. After doing so he hung his guitar back onto his back, as the audience dropped dead silent.

As the spotlights nearly hit the ground, Kurt turned around, his back towards the light as he stood on the outer edge of the contestants, it might have appeared as if he was trying to guard someone next to him. Well, he wasn't planning on doing that he was trying to save his hide if that wasn't understood. The bright light blinded Kurt for a bit before he felt himself falling, the only thought in his head at that moment was "Well that's the end of me. At least I had a good run."

That was until he opened his eyes, the place was familiar, it looked almost the same as the background of his Tamer Console, what did concern him was the blaring bright light coming out of his Tamer Console. Wanting to check on it Kurt pulled it out from his overrals pocket. What happened next he did not expect, especially as his eyes closed again as soon as he witnesses his Tamer Console shift into something.

The next time he opened his eyes he was on a patch of grass, the sound of wind swishing through the grass, the feeling of the grass on his skin, the nice scent of fresh air. That was nature and a prime example of one, not one tainted by man's existence. But was he in some dream caused by a coma, or was it some sort of afterlife caused by his death when the spotlights hit. He hoped it was just a coma as he wouldn't want to have Gramps and Granny to bury him.

Kurt simply laid there, enjoying his time, he felt that in his hand he held his guitar so he knew it was safe. But he simply laid there, enjoying it. If it wasn't for a certain being coming closer and kicking Kurt in the shin, he would still probably lay there.
"Wake up you sleepy head."
"Ouch, what was that for? And better yet who are you?" Kurt responded as he shot up into a sitting position trying to find the one who kicked him in the shins only finding some weird plant creature that he mistook for a statue.
"I did it happy. Now stand up, we have stuff to do."
"I knew I am weird but I did not expect a plant to talk."
"Ooh so that's how your calling your partner now are you."
"Wait, Vivi. Is that you?"
"Yes, it is. Now get up. Sheesh."
As he was ordered by his Palmon Partner Vivi, Kurt stood up with a small kip up and placed his guitar case that contained his guitar onto his back, and he went to the closest two people he saw.
"Well, at least I'm not alone in this Limbo."
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This was it, finally. Noemi had one hand delicately perched upon her hip as she peered coolly over the crowd, the audience to her crowning achievement. Not only for the Richelieu family—no, this was hers and hers alone. And this win would finally prove that she, Noemi Violette Richelieu, was indeed the prodigious child she’d always been told she was. A master of music, the arts, academics, and now, Digimon.

She hoped Rue was watching, and that she was proud. But that thought was fleeting, as much as the ceremony itself.

Noemi could not recall the exact details that led to the strange hallucination, only that a spotlight was falling, falling toward her, and she had a brief notion that her competitors’ blood would surely ruin this day for her. Then, she blinked, and she found herself in a different place altogether. Although she was brilliantly educated, she could not begin to describe this… this… what the hell was this? Others were there, at least nine, which meant only half of the contestants had fallen into this… tunnel? What was that light?

Her Tamer Console nearly fell out of her grasp, and she desperately clutched at it, though she knew it would be useless to her in the grand scheme of contacting emergency services. Still, she felt as if it would be important. Maybe. Her eyes widened as its appearance shifted before her eyes, changing into a small green device. Now it truly was useless. Shit.

And then, nothing.

—​

“Oh, please be alright… Please wake up soon…”

The warbling voice broke Noemi out of a restless sleep. Her eyelashes fluttered, her eyes struggling to adjust to the light, even after the bright lights of the stage and the tunnel of light… wait. The tunnel. Where was she?

She shot up, wincing with a groan as a headache overcame her from sitting up too fast. Grass… vast expanse of sky… So she wasn’t at the Digimon World Solo Tournament anymore. Noemi didn’t know Japan very well, but she wasn’t convinced she was there anymore, either.

Beside her, a… creature… flopped back onto its behind, staring up at her with wide, dark eyes. Normally, she would be concerned by the three horns protruding from its head and the way the ears tapered off like fingers. But she was distracted by one very important detail:

This was the cutest damn thing she’d ever seen.

“Oh, I’m so glad you’re alright—”

But she didn’t hear. “Are you real? Or is this a dream? I don’t think I could have dreamt up this.” Her words dissolved into rapid-fire French as she grabbed the creature’s cheeks, stretching them as if it was a stuffed animal. Under her touch, the creature whimpered, but it didn’t try to pull away. Eventually, she stopped, her mother tongue dying in her mouth. After a breath, she whispered, C’est impossible… You’re… You’re Lopmon?”

“I am…” Lopmon peered up at her, the fear dying away. She hadn’t meant to make the poor thing afraid. But she wouldn’t apologize—she was a Richelieu, and she was supposed to command respect.

“Are we the only ones… Oh.” Noemi listed her head as she saw she was with two others—competitors from the tournament. But why was there only three of them here, with… Oh, wow, these were Digimon, weren’t they? Hm. That was odd. “So what the hell is going on around here?” She swung around, leveling her gaze at the Lopmon, who seemed determined to stick by her side, even as she stood and made her way over to her companions.

Gently grabbing onto her leg, Lopmon shook its head. “I don’t know…”

That was entirely unhelpful.

Noemi snorted. “Fantastic. Do we at least know who won the tournament?” She fisted her hands on her hips, lifting her head haughtily. Surely this was all a ploy to prevent her from accepting her title.

…yeah, she had her priorities straight.
Noemi
MOOD: Haughty & Confused

LOCATION: ????

OUTFIT: sleeveless tank & designer jeans

INTERACTIONS: Lopmon, Hitomi, Seneca

MENTIONS: N/A

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Things just happened very fast. First he was in the tournament auditorium looking the contestants, getting himself ready to go and overall fighting his own nerves. It doesn't last long as something blows out the lights sending glass from those fixtures everywhere and for Austin, soon after this , the world goes dark.

When he next came to there is a small, red, goblin thing staring at him. "Hey, you're finally awake! You have been lying here napping for a long time"

"Wha? Where in the world am i ?" he asks looking around to see what looks like a grassland area, the sun beaming down on the area. "Wait i was just in the arena and now im here?"

"
Not just you, but some other humans too. Quite a few of you just showed up here. We really should find the others and get on out of here. Though i'm sure we can best any digimon that tries harming us. We've done so before. " he says while shadowboxing the air around him.

"Done so before?" Austin says , the metaphorical gears turning in his head as he tries parcing that, "Sol? Is that you?" he takes a stab in the dark.


"Ding ding ding! That is correct, I am your partner" he nods to Austin, " Now what do you say we get going and find the others and start doling out justice?"

"Okay but you do need to calm down, no need to go looking for battles in...wherever this is.

"Oh right, we are in the Digital World."

"The what??? Wait how did you even find me ?"

"I honestly don't have the foggiest idea how. I just got a feeling you needed me and it led me here."

Austin, still very puzzled gets to searching for these others Sol mentioned, with the Coronamon tagging along with him looking around the whole grassland for threats.
 
Group B - Hitomi Shizuku (Crest of Harmony)
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“Thank you…?”

Upon closer inspection of the violet-haired figure, it would seem that ‘she’ was a ‘he’. Maybe. These days it was hard to tell, what with all the medications and procedures that modern society developed to allow freedom of identity. Hitomi couldn’t imagine a worse introduction than to accidently address someone by the wrong pronouns. Better to think of them as ‘they’ until they themselves clarified…should they ever decide to clarify. Hitomi had more social sense than to start a conversation by questioning the other’s gender, after all. Some might consider it rude. Or worse – insulting.

Utterly unaware of their tamer’s silent, mental stress, Fanbeemon’s attention was on the Hagurumon that appeared by their side. “Yeah…I still have no idea what you’re saying.”

At the bee digimon’s words, Hitomi’s eyes drifted from Contestant Seneca Albright to the floating gear with a face. Green orbs lit with interest.

Hagurumon.

The hologram and pictures paled in comparison to the real thing. Hitomi reached out, touching the cool metal surface with hesitant fingers, and confirming for herself the solidity of the impossibility before her. “Strange. Why doesn’t it speak the same way you do?”

“Beats me. Hagurumons are weird like that.”

“That’s not very nice. They’re just speaking another language, aren’t they?”
Machine language? Morse code? Hitomi wouldn’t pretend to know what a series of beeps meant, but the pauses in-between suggested a cipher of some sort. Maybe? She’d need a pen and paper to try and figure it out, though codes and alternative languages weren’t her specialty. It simply irked her that someone in their little group wouldn’t be understood…or just brushed off as ‘weird’.

There was little doubt in Hitomi’s mind that they would all have to work together to get through their current ordeal; Collaboration required communication and comprehension. At least, that was the case in all her group projects.

“It’s true though. I can speak with most other Digimon…usually. Some are too violent to talk to.”

Hitomi nodded toward the Lopmon that seemed to be trying to wake up Contestant Naomi Richelieu. “You’re both speaking Japanese.”

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Ja-pa-what?” Fanbeemon shook its head. “No, no, no I speak the same way I’ve always spoken.”

“What way is that?”


Shrug. That seemed to be Fanbeemon’s response to many things. “The way most other Digimon speak.”

Hitomi sighed. “Never mind. We’ve got more pressing matters to deal with…”

The matter of being lost in an unfamiliar location with limited supplies and no knowledge of how to get home. Gaze returning to Seneca who appeared to be darting around, climbing trees, and flipping rocks looking for…something?...Hitomi tilted her head in confusion. Did they even know what they were looking for? Where was that confidence coming from? The conviction the violet-haired contestant displayed wasn’t something Hitomi could relate to, especially given the surreal situation they were caught in. Hitomi needed knowledge. Plans. Running around recklessly, without any idea of where one was going, wasn’t Hitomi’s modus operandi. Which way did they go to return home? How long would it take? Where would they get food? Water?

Hitomi had limited experience beyond a couple of camping trips when it came to surviving in the wilderness.

Still…it was somewhat reassuring. Seneca’s optimism that is.

The faith that everything would be okay, that they could get through any obstacle no matter how insurmountable, was something Hitomi sorely needed at the moment. “My name is Hitomi Shizuku.” Not girl. She’d have added the last part if she were braver or more confrontational.

Eyes flickering to the approaching French contestant, Hitomi shook her head. “We do not. I’m not sure what happened after the stage lights fell…”

Could they even declare a winner with at least 3 contestants missing? Or...was this all just an elaborate ruse? Was the tournament still going on and all of this just part of the challenge? Hitomi didn’t know. There was no way for her to know until more answers were given/discovered. “But I believe we’re on our own.”

Reaching into her purse, Hitomi pulled out her phone, showing the display with zero bars. “Wherever we are—,”

“In the Digital World,”
Fanbeemon interrupted merrily.

“—we are far from civilization. I’ve given up on trying to call for help. Instead, I believe it’s best to ensure we have all basic necessities met before anything else. Food. Water. Shelter. We pool our resources and work together to gather essentials for survival. Once that’s done, we can discuss what to do next.”

Sadly, there wasn’t much Hitomi could add to the supply pool. Her phone was useless. As was her wallet and car keys. She had a water bottle and a couple of pieces of gum. Lipstick. Moisturizer. Hand sanitizer. Tissues. Bandaids. Hair tie. Notepad and pen. Pepper spray.

And, of course, her altered Tamer Console. No idea what that did, if anything.

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let there be light…!





This was it! The big reveal. Finally!

All that battling! All those hours spent on grinding and strategizing! All those hours of practicing! Victorious wins! Humiliating defeats! All the blood, sweat, and tears–

Fine, there was no blood, but there was a lot of sweat and tears.

–was worth it for this giant, momentous, SIGNIFICANT moment–!

'Calm down,'
Keith thought. He pressed his fingers against his pulse point on his neck. His heart was beating erratically. He closed his eyes and breathed in deeply. He counted to five and exhaled through his nostrils. He repeated the exercise until his heartbeat slowed to a steady rhythm.
'Cut the dramatics, Takara. Now all you can do is wait.'
Keith raised his hands and slapped his cheeks hard. The resounding smack earned a few looks from nearby contestants, but he ignored their inquiring gaze.

"I'm ready,"
he muttered. His amber gaze was brimming with determination.

Truthfully, Keith entered the Digimon World Solo Tournament with little expectations. Don't get him wrong, he wanted to win; of course he wanted to win. Keith wouldn't have entered the Tournament if he didn't plan to give it his all. However, he can't afford to be cocky. A World Solo Tournament was MOMENTOUSLY different compared to the Local Solo Tournaments in his prefecture.

This Tournament was filled with the absolute best – the crème de la crème – Solo Digimon Tamers. There was a high possibility he wouldn't win.

Did it stop him from having hope? Hell no. Keith welcomed the challenge.

"Your new Champion Tamer is–!"

He blinked. Wait, wha–? Fuck, did he space out again? Keith focused on the announcer. Did he–

SPARK! CRACKLE! SHATTER!

–win?

What the fuck?

Darkness enveloped the stadium. Screams ensued. Sparks flew everywhere. A flash of dark blood red assaulted his eyes.

It was pure chaos.

Before he could react, Keith felt a harsh tug on his chest – no, his soul – and everything went black.


Why did it feel so ... bright?

His eyes cracked open. Huh? A sea of vibrant blue and dazzling white rushed past him like a gushing river. He was rapidly falling down – falling down? – a rabbit hole. Wait, that didn't sound right. Why would a rabbit hole be filled with water? He felt significantly lighter and more ... free? Suddenly, the gushing river looked more like a wave curling inward. Was this how surfers felt when they rode a wave? Wait, why didn't he smell seawater? Wait! When did he learn how to surf?!

Once his vision cleared, Keith spotted nine people–

Wait! Those are contestants!

He couldn't recall their names from the top of his head, but he recognized them from the stage. Why ... are there only nine? Ten if he included himself?

What the hell was happening? Did he smoke something strong before the ceremony?

Suddenly, a flash of light diverted his attention. Keith reached inside his pocket and retrieved his Tamer Console. Wait, why does it look so different? What the fuck?

In the back of his mind, it clicked.

The sea of blue and white was digital code. The same – or a very similar design – animation he always saw on the background of his Tamer Console.

...Help?

Before he could speak, he felt another sharp tug and everything went black.


“–up. Wake up!”


A hand – paw? – slapped him across the face, evoking an undignified squawk. Keith immediately shot up.
"Ow! What the fuck, Tom?! I'm awake, I'm awake! Fucking hell..."


"I don't know who this Tom is, but my apologies. You refused to wake up otherwise so I had to resort to brute force. I made sure to not hit you too hard,"
a feminine voice murmured.

Keith froze. What? If he wasn't crashing at his best friend's house, then–? Without warning, memories of the World Solo Tournament and massive blackout – including the wild trip through a fucking vortex – surfaced. He shifted to his side, expecting to meet a fellow contestant.

"You're not Tomoichi Yoshida."
He paused for a moment, registering his words. He smacked his forehead. Tom didn't enter the World Solo Tournament, you dumbass.

Sharp cerulean eyes regarded their grumbling human partner with a mask of indifference.
"I'm not,"
the Digimon confirmed.

Finally, it hit him.

"Hold the phone! What the fuck?!"
Keith scrambled back, crawling away from the tall anthropomorphic fox. A talking anthropomorphic fox. Suddenly, his back collided against ... an oak tree? He patted the rough bark. How did he get outside?

They raised their paws placatingly.
"I mean you no harm, Keith Takara,"
they intoned.

He tore off a low branch and brandished it like a sword.
"Like hell I'm going to fall for that! You...!"
He trailed, taking a moment to scrutinize the strange creature. The bipedal fox possessed golden yellow and white fur with dusk purple futatsudomoe symbols on their thighs. They wore long purple sleeves with yin-yang symbols on top of the fabric covering their paws.

Recognition dawned on his face.
"Renamon?"
Keith whispered. He instinctively dropped the branch.

The strange creature – no, Digimon – nodded.
"We have much to do, Keith. You must find the other Digidestined. I spotted three on my way here,"
they announced. They offered a paw toward their partner.

"Wait! Other contestants are here?"
Keith accepted the paw and rose to his feet.
"If that's true, the digital vortex..."
A groan escaped his lips. He scrubbed a hand down his face.
"It wasn't all a hallucination? Are you real? What? How? Where? When? Huh?"
He rubbed his temples. Trying to comprehend the absurdity of his situation was giving him a headache.

Renamon draped a paw on their partner's shoulder.
"I'll answer your questions to the best of my ability, Keith. For now, let's focus on finding the others,"
they advised.

He heaved a sigh.
"Fine. Lead the way."
Was it batshit crazy to trust a Digimon he once perceived on his Tamer Console? Abso-fucking-lutely. However, did he have a choice? If he wanted answers ... he needed to find the others.

Something in his gut urged him to trust his Digimon partner.

Without another word, Renamon guided Keith over a small hill and toward three contestants and their Digimon partners; the same contestants Renamon detected.






























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Carew hesitantly held up a hand, moving it closer to the bear’s face. He gently scratched the side of the bear’s face and chin. Bruin giggled, moving his head into the hand, grinning at the movement. Carew stopped then lightly poked at Bruin’s nose who responded with a laugh. He couldn’t be here…there was no way this was real, a look of shock on his face, how could Bruin be HERE…with him. “Are you ok, it seems like there’s something wrong?” The way he talked didn’t matched how he’d imagined him. It was more earnest and sincere and yet this one fit him better.

“I’m fine…I just am…I can’t get over that you’re here, wherever here might be I mean.”

Bruin walked up and patted him on head. “It’ll be alright, we got a lotta Digimon who’ll help out.”

“Other Digimon?” He didn’t even think about that.

“Oh yeah there are lots of friendly ones if you just ask for help.”

He was jolted back to reality if it could be called that, from a call. He recognized her as one of the finalists that were on stage with him. The Black Guilmon near her, was that her partner? He waved to them and stood up, Bruin getting off of him. “I…we’re fine.” He saw his bag on the ground next to him grabbing it. “I’ve got no clue where we are, though given the scenery here, there are far worse places we could end up. Are you good?” He took note of how Bruin had taken a few steps to stand in front of him. Like how a dog would when a new person shows up. “I don’t get what happened we were on stage now we’re here. Think aliens collected us and we’re in a simulation now?” he asked half jokingly though given what happened that might not be to far off from the truth.
 
Shelly: "Probably... I'm trying not to think about if Aliens are using my childish delusions to get at me."

She quipped letting them know her sense of humor was in tact. Hoping that would let the little bear know she meant them no harm. She just hoped her cheery demeanor would be enough. She was more a pacifist by nature.

A pacifist but one with purpose. In other words, she was against unnecessary violence. A game was for fun, a spat could be killed with kindness, but a drag out was something that couldn't be avoided. It had to be addressed with aggression even if that was a counter measure.

She quickly shushed Sol and pat his head before he took a defensive stance too. She rested her hand on his head and leaned into him. Having a rookie a little less taller than yourself had it's perks. His eyes went from narrow strained slits back to the wide eye'd sly child like stare she came to love.

"It's okay."

She assured both of the proverbial guard dogs. Like a well trained dog Sol went from angry feral gremlin to playful pupper in seconds. Then from the bear cub with the hat. His sniffer jolted to the oncoming fox with the gloves.

Shelly's head peaked over the gentleman's shoulder to see her and her own Tamer. Another person from the stage. She waved at them to let them know the group was friendly. Hopefully, they were as well.

Sol stood on edge off to the woman's side. Sizing the oncomers for any sign of a threat.

Sol: "Tall one."

That was all he said in a low tone. It was true. Just like Shelly's own the oncomer was tall. That meant there would be no deception here. They were a threat outwardly if they wanted to be.

Shelly knew this could end up being a spaghetti western situation real fast and Sol would draw if the need be.

But before that "need" presented itself she tried the "peaceful" approach. Shelly smiled warmly before speaking loudly to the new people.

"Hello wary travellers. We were just about to set up a campfire for warmth! Would you like to rest your bones, stranger?"

Sol was taken back by how trusting this girl could be some times. He sighed more than willing to "help" as he looked back to her and she smiled at him in a goofy manner. Before patting him on the head again. He shook his head in return.
 
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