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Post by Meteorstar on Dec 19, 2016 22:16:12 GMT -5
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Skylar Manx | Female | 16 | Crest of Tranquility | ScorchR Skylar stands at 5'8, kind of tall for a girl her age. Her build is slimmer, meant more for flexibility than anything else. Her skin is a bit pale, but free of blemishes and soft to the touch. Her hair is white in color, falling down to almost her knees. She keeps it up in twin ponytails that still fall pretty far down. She keeps them tied up with black bows. Her eyes are a strange, purple color. She normally wears a white shirt with a wide neck, that cuts off at her belly. It also has no right sleeve, but a long left sleeve that gets a bit wider the closer it gets to the cuff. She the wears a black skirt that reaches almost down to her knees. She then wears black, goth-like boots on her feet that almost reach her knees. Skylar is someone who can turn 180 degrees in about three seconds. Maybe less. She's usually extremely kind and caring. She's always smiling and always ready to help. She is known for listening to people's problems and even helping with them if she can. She's someone the people just feel like they can trust. Also, in way, she's very motherly. She's quite the lovely person. That is until someone makes her angry or hurts someone she cares about. She has a short temper sometimes. Then she becomes…well…terrifying. She is someone that you don't want angry. Ever. Ever ever. Make her angry and you'll regret it. She has a stare that can make even the Guild Master tremble. When she starts to get angry, most people who know her try their best to calm her down. That or they get out of the way. While she has this personality, when it comes to normal fights she can get serious without getting angry. Which is nice. Skylar is from France, so she speaks English with an accent. Skylar is very skilled when it comes to playing the piano and violin. She also has quite the singing voice, and she loves to draw in a sketch pad she keeps on her at all times. - Renamon - Female
Viximon -> Renamon -> Kyubimon -> Taomon -> Sakuyamon
Rune Amsel | Male | 17 | Crest of Determination | Meteorstar Standing at 5'2" feet tall, Rune isn't necessarily the tallest guy around, but he isn't necessarily small enough to be considered short. Unfortunately for him, however, coming from a line of short men, he might not get any taller. Rune has that kind of skin that is naturally ghostly pale, but tans quickly when he is out in the sun. It also tends to burn easily, which is why he wears long-sleeved clothing wherever he goes, even during some of the hottest days of the summer. Rune has faint freckles splashed all over his body, especially across his face and shoulders. They have faded since he was younger, but have seemed to stop fading for now. At first appearance, Rune does seem a bit on the small side. He isn't buff or very muscular at all, his shoulders are slim, and, of course, his height comes into play. But do not take this to mean that this young boy is not a strong person. Despite not being muscular, per say, he does have a respectable amount of muscle for someone his age, especially because of all the fights he gets into. His long, slender-looking legs are more powerful than they look, making him a fast runner. He has a slender, lean body that seems to have been built for swimming, and his body is firm. He has somewhat rough hands with long, thin fingers and thick scars across his knuckles from past fights. He has a sort-of soft, but at the same time, nicely detailed face that is more on the 'cute' side than 'handsome'. He has full, soft lips, high cheekbones, and very thick, long eyelashes that many girls have been jealous of, much to his confusion. He has pierced ears, as well as thick, black ear-cuffs that he wears in the ridges. He has a vertical scar over the left side of his lips, near the corner, another scar that he got from fighting, and a scar across his collarbone that he mostly keeps hidden. Rune was teleported into the Digital World wearing a variety of clothing, due mostly to it being a chilly morning the day they were sent, and due to the fact he didn't want to get sunburnt. He wears a jet-black tank-top and a neat, button-up jet-black shirt, the buttons of which are pale golden with little crown designs on them. Over that, he wears a dark grey hoodie, the hood, cuffs, inside and bottoms lined with black fleece. Next, on top of that, he wears a huge black, grey and white colored coat with many pockets that is long enough to reach the bottom of his knees. He wore a thick pair of black jeans with grey pockets, and a pair of flat-heeled, knee-high jet-black boots with golden laces. Around his middle finger on his left hand he wears two dark rings with obsidian stones, and around his thumb, he wears his father's old college class ring, something he hasn't taken off since his father passed away. He wears a simple enough golden-colored chain necklace that loops around his neck twice with a few dark obsidian beads. Rune has semi-long hair, long enough in the back to just barely tickle the beginnings of his neck. At the sides, it just barely falls across and curls around his ears, and in the front, he has bangs that fall into his eyes. Before being sent into the Digital World, Rune took good care of it, keeping it nice, silky, and clean. It is still soft to the touch, and has a tiny bit of natural wave, and a little bit more natural curl to it. Rune's hair is a very dark, jet-black color that most people think cannot possibly be natural when, in fact, it is. The only way to describe how dark it is might be to compare it to a starless sky on the night of a new moon. Rune's eyes are arguably the most beautiful, yet at the same time, most terrifying parts about him. Stunningly bright, pale blue, when he is angry, they are like shards of ice that dig into your soul and chill you to the bone. They stand out from behind his bangs, and are very sharp, missing little. Whenever he is sick, however, they seem to darken into a watery or sky blue, and become foggy, a surefire sign to anyone who is looking for it. He also has central heterochromia, meaning he has another ring of color around each pupil. In his case, these differently colored rings are soft, golden-hazel. Something you have to understand about Rune is that he isn't exactly a people person. This is because of a variety of reasons. First of all, because of his family's poor reputation and a bad rumor about his late father, people tended to treat him and his family with disrespect or disdain. Growing up, he was bullied and teased, or downright completely ignored. All of this shaped Rune to be wary of social interaction, afraid to be insulted or spat at. As he got older, the bullying grew more intense, and he started getting into many fights to defend his family's honor, as well as his own, or to just defend himself. People grew fearful of him, so he's never really known the power of a true friendship. Anyway, besides all of that, once you get to know Rune, he is actually very polite, despite what his outward appearance suggests. He is bright and quick-witted, and very clever. He understandably doesn't open up easily to people, but if he does at some point, that is a sign that he does trust that someone dearly. He honors his promises and oaths, and does his best to fulfill them. He dislikes and distrusts liars, though he understands that sometimes a lie is necessary. He is very defensive. What he needs is just a little bit of understanding, and someone to talk to, and he could change into a whole new person. Rune lives in Freiburg, Baden-Württemberg, in the southwest part of Germany. It is here that he shares his home with his mother, two older siblings, and four younger siblings. - Dorumon | Male
Dodomon -> Dorimon -> Dorumon -> Dorugamon -> DoruGreymon -> Alphamon
Cyprus Lepida | Male | 17 | Crest of Honor | ScorchR Cyprus is an average guy, standing at 5'10. His build is pretty compact, with muscles that don't really show on him. He is strong, so it isn't smart to underestimate him. He keeps his hair styled short on the sides and longer on the top. It's about an inch on the sides, and three on top. The hair on the top of his head is spiked as well. The color of his hair is black. His eyes are an emerald green color. The thing is, only one of his eyes is really like this. The left one to be exact. The other is a pure white orb. He has a large, jagged scar over his right eye. It goes from his forehead to his cheek, and it actually goes on his eye. He wears an eye patch over his right eye to hide most of the scar. The patch is a navy color. The patch has a silver outline around it and silver symbol on it as well. The symbol is an outline of a crescent moon with a solid circle inside the moon at the center. There are also two solid crescent moons on either side of the circle pointing out towards the tips of the bigger moon. It looks a lot like a C. He tends to wear darker colored cargo pants, t-shirts, and heavy vests with pockets. Cyprus isn't someone one goes to for emotions. In fact, if you want an almost complete lack of them, he's your guy. He's doesn't smile, he doesn't laugh, and he doesn't scowl. He usually just has a bored, neutral expression on his face. There are rare moments when he might the slightest hint of a smile, or a tiny furrowing of the brow, otherwise he's a blank slate. He tends to be very relaxed and laid back, so it makes people angry when he doesn't react to them. Though if you can get him talking, he's actually a good guy to have a conversation with. That's about it though. Cyprus is from Australia, so he speaks English in a heavy accent. - Tinkermon | Female
Kyupimon -> Tinkermon -> Kazemon -> Zephyrmon -> AncientKazemon
Ciana Bellamy | Female | 16 | Crest of Laughter | Meteorstar - Kudamon | Male
Puttimon -> Kyaromon -> Kudamon -> Reppamon -> Chirinmon -> Kentaurosmon
Chioni Kryo | Female | 8 | Crest of Stars| ScorchR - Lunamon | Female
Moonmon -> Lunamon -> Lepismon -> Crescemon -> Dianamo
Lance Thurman | Male | 18 | Crest of Strength| ScorchR - Gaomon | Male
Wanyamon -> Gaomon -> Gaogamon -> MachGaogamon -> MirageGaogamon
Nicoleta Besnik | Female | 17 | Crest of Empathy | Meteorstar - Huckmon | Male
Botamon -> Koromon -> Huckmon -> BaoHuckmon -> SaviorHuckmon -> Jesmon
Ale Abatangelo | Male | 17 | Crest of Faith | Meteorstar - Liollmon | Female
Zurumon -> Frimon -> Liollmon -> Liamon -> GrapLeomon -> SaberLeomon
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Post by Meteorstar on Dec 19, 2016 22:38:17 GMT -5
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Post by ScorchR on Dec 19, 2016 22:39:49 GMT -5
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Post by Meteorstar on Jan 4, 2017 23:47:53 GMT -5
WIP
Rune "Let's get out of here!" "That kid's a monster!" "Freak!" Three young teens, covered in scrapes and forming bruises, bolted out of an alleyway in Freiburg, crossing one of the bridges that went over one of the streams that flowed throughout the city. They cast glares over their shoulders as they went, moving as fast as they could to get away from the young boy they had just tried to team-up against. Left behind in the alley, Rune stepped out to yell after them, "That's right! And don't come back here, you hear?!" Reaching up, he wiped a bloody nose clean, then grumbled as he limped to the stream to wash his hands. Bending over, he scrubbed them together until the dried blood and dust on them were gone, then splashed some of the water on his face, letting the chill liquid cool him off and calm him down. Then he saw the reflection of some sort of light heading towards him on the surface of the water. Yelping, he leaped back, just in time to narrowly avoid being hit. He shielded himself from the wave the light caused, and when it fell, he hesitantly stepped forward to peer into the water. At first, it seemed as though the light was just going to sink. . . but then it started to float back to the surface. . . and then right out of the water. Stunned and wary, Rune slowly reached out to take the light into his hand. The light faded, and he was able to see what it had concealed as he brought the device closer to his face. It was something he had never seen before. Maybe I shouldn't have picked it up, he thought. Then the sky tore open above him. Letting out a yowl as he was lifted into the sky, he had just enough time to think, This is not my day. And then he blacked out.
Ciana Ignoring the rain as it pounded down around her, Ciana made her way down the mostly abandoned street of her home town. Most people avoided going out in this kind of weather, so she was able to enjoy the sound of the storm going on around her. Ciana herself was soaking wet, having not taken an umbrella with her to school, but she did not mind; she just kept walking, a smile plastered on her face, as she made her way home. Lightning flashed overhead, and she tilted her head back to see where it was. Instead of seeing where it was, however, a different kind of light caught her eye. It flew down from the thunderclouds and crashed into the ground in front of a tree a few feet away. Startled, Ciana ran over to check out what it was. She didn't really think it was a fire hazard, but if the thing was dangerous, she should call someone, right? She took a step back when the light started to float, but as it slowed, she reached out to take it into her hand, her hand. It was a relief to her when it didn't burn her hand, but as the light faded, her curiosity got the better of her, and she looked the strange device over. What in the world is this? she thought. She didn't have time to figure it out. A tear in the sky opened up, and with a scream, she was pulled into it. She blacked out as the worlds spun around her.
Nicoleta It wasn't her fault. Nicoleta raced through the tall grass along the countryside, maybe two and a half miles away from town. Hair down and jacket tied around her waist, the breeze pulled and billowed at her clothes, blowing her hair up into an almost frenzied mess. The sun above beat down in all its glory, its bright light making the grass look even more golden than it actually was. Nearby trees swayed, their leaves rustling, and the tall grass around her almost whispered as it swished back and forth, but other than that, it was completely silent. There weren't even sounds of the distant town she had recently moved to. To be honest, Nicoleta welcomed the quiet.
After almost an hour of running, Nioleta finally stopped. Bending over, hands on her knees, she panted until she could finally catch her breath, and when she did, she just flopped over onto her back to stare up at the sky. Of course, she grimaced, since she was wearing her backpack, and she had put her shoes in there right before she had run out of her house, so it basically felt like she had just gotten kicked in the back. Groaning, she rolled onto her side and shimmied out of the straps, before pulling the bag up and rolling back onto her side, her belongings still in her bag. Shoes, food, a couple pairs of clothes. Wow, it really looks like I was trying to run away, doesn't it?
Earlier that morning, she had woken up early from a nightmare - one she had too often. It was just a little before five, and to help settle her nerves, she had started to go down to make herself some hot chocolate when she heard her brother on the phone. She hadn't necessarily meant to eavesdrop, and she had originally intended to make her presence known; but as soon as she heard her brother say her name, she couldn't help but stop and listen in. It had only been a month since she had come to live with her brother, after a car accident left both of her parents dead, and she and her younger brother parentless. After her brother had taken them in, he hadn't really had much time to talk to anyone, go out as much as Nicoleta was sure he was used to. And he was always very careful with the way he told people why his young siblings were staying with him now. So, to hear him talking so freely about her on the phone was a bit of a shock. It was even more of a shock when he blamed her for their parents deaths while talking to his friend on the phone. "I just don't know what do do with Nicoleta and Falco," he was saying. His words had came out slow, implying that he had maybe one too many beers that night. "Falco, man, he is scared of everything. He won't use the microwave, the stove. I mean, he can't cook for himself yet, but when I tell him to turn them on for me, he just hides behind Nicoleta. He's terrified of the car, too, though I can't really blame him for that. . ." There was a loud gulp. "And Nicoleta? She won't face up to what happened. She acts so normal, it's unsettling. Its bad enough that she draws attention with her hair, but with the way she acts, people are starting to wonder if there isn't something wrong with her." He had let out a groan. "Including me. Why did I have to get stuck with this?" There had been a long pause, as he listened to his friend on the other line. Then, "Honestly, if Nicoleta hadn't been so set on seeing that movie, none of this would have happened."
At first, she had felt a rising anger for her eldest brother insulting their youngest. If he had been around enough when they were younger, if he had come to see his parents every once in a while, he would know that the last time Falco truly interacted with an oven, he'd burned his arm, and was petrified of getting hurt again. He wouldn't even go to the microwave because he knew that could get hot, too. And of course Falco would be scared of cars! He lost both of his parents, and his leg, in the car accident two months ago. It had taken him a month to recover - physically - from the accident, a month to even be brought home from the hospital by their brother. Falco wouldn't be normal around cars for the rest of his life. But when he said something was wrong with her? She didn't feel anger. She didn't storm out and confront him for saying such things. Of course she acted 'normal'. At least, to him, anyway. He wouldn't know that she used to be happier, that she used to laugh. He barely knew her at all. She wasn't crying, or sobbing her eyes out everyday, not because she wasn't sad, or scared, or depressed - she was just trying to be strong for Falco. So when her brother had said something might be wrong with her, it was like an icy arrow to the heart. Sharp, painful, and hitting its mark.
She had retreated back upstairs, left alone with her thoughts. She needed out of this house - not forever, of course. There was no-where else for her to go. But she just needed to get out, for a day or two. Falco would be fine here for the time being - she didn't want him to see her when she started to cry. How strong would she seem to him then? Waiting until she could hear her brother go to his room, over three hours after she had first gotten up, she instantly grabbed her backpack - a huge thing, rather old and ugly, but still in tact - and after loading some clothes and shoes, she went downstairs and got some food, and some money from her purse she had left on the couch. She was on her way to the door when her older brother's sharp, shocked voice could be heard behind her. "What are you doing?" A few moments of silence past, and her brother seemed to get it. ". . .did. . . you hear me?"
Nicoleta had burst through the door without another word, tearing down the street. She could hear her brother calling after her, but she didn't go back to him. She just kept running, and running, and running some more, until she reached this field of tall grass.
Looking down at her hands now, she sniffed, and closed her eyes. It's not my fault. It's not my fault. She couldn't let herself believe it was, because if she did, she'd crumble, and she wouldn't be able to be there for Falco. She was so focused on her troubles that, unfortunately, she didn't notice the light flying towards her until it was nearly on top of her. Yelping, she scrambled back, leading the light to slam into the ground in front of her feet. Holding her chest above her heart, Nicoleta stared at the ground in shock before collecting herself. She edged forward towards the hole, eyes wide as she peered inside. What kind of device is that? Gripping her bag in front of her like a shield, she started to pick it up. It's. . . not hot? That is when the sky opened up without warning. With a shriek, Nicoleta was pulled inside. She vanished from the countryside.
Ale "Into the hoop again and - score! And the great Ale wins again!" It was late in the day, almost evening, and the sun was settling over the horizon, casting warm orange light on the park equipment. The basketball court, which had been especially loud that day, fell more quiet as the game they had been playing ended. The young man who had scored the winning goal hung from the tallest of the hoops, swinging nimbly as he grinned down at everyone, even at the boys who glowered back at him. After a moment, he let go of the hoop and dropped down, landing nice and neat on the balls of his feet before steadying himself. "Good game, guys! Maybe you'll win next time!"
As the crowd of players began to split into two, Ale's team remained, sharing looks. Ale couldn't help but feel their eyes on him as he moved to get his water bottle from the side, taking a few chugs of it before grabbing a towel to wipe himself off. "That was fun, wasn't it, guys?" he said with a grin as he made his way back towards his friends. "They put up a pretty good fight! We ended up winning any. . . guys?" He paused in front of the group. None of the boys would meet his gaze; instead, many of them found their shoes to be suddenly interesting, or the clouds. Some weren't even facing him now. "Guys? What's the matter?"
The oldest player on the team, looking around eighteen, stepped forward. "Kid. . . listen, we need to talk."
Well that didn't sound good. The words alone were enough to make someone uneasy, but the reluctant, monotone voice the boy said it in was downright unsettling. "Y-yeah, okay! We can talk." Ale quickly wiped his face and ran his fingers through his sleep, pale, white-brown hair to pull it back. Putting his water bottle in his shorts pocket, he crossed his arms and flashed another one of his signature grins, hoping it would lighten the mood a little, ease the tension he was starting to feel. "What do you want to talk to me about?"
The eighteen year-old just stood there for a moment, his mouth opening and closing, as if he weren't sure exactly how to say this. He rubbed the back of his head awkwardly, and his gaze, much like the rest of the team's, refused to land on Ale's. Finally, sighing, he closed his eyes and, after squaring his shoulders, finally opened them, meeting Ale's head-on. "We're kicking you off the team. We gave you plenty of warnings, but you just don't seem to get it, Ale."
It took Ale a minute to process this. ". . .what. I-?" He shook his head. The team really had given him a lot of warnings about what he had been doing. Contrary to what most people might think, he wasn't a bad player. He didn't suck, he didn't show up late, and he never skipped his games. He was no slacker. The thing is. . . he was the complete opposite. He was too good at basketball. Score after score, Ale would keep racking up points for his team until they would reach the point limit the two teams would have set for themselves before the game; it was a, 'if we reach this number before the time is up, they win' sort of deal. At first, the team had been pretty impressed by it, and had kept encouraging him to get better. But as time went on, more and more of the teams they faced started to get tired of losing the way they had. They wouldn't necessarily mind losing if it weren't for the fact that Ale got to many points that it was humiliating for them to even play. His team had tried to tell him to tone it down, to where the other teams would keep playing. . . and he had tried!. . . it apparently just wasn't enough.
". . .I'll try harder!" Ale said after a moment, peering back at the eighteen year-old with growing desperation. "Really! If. . . if you just give me one more chance. . ."
But the eighteen year-old was already starting to walk away, as were two of the other boys. Ale searched the remaining teammates faces, but his pitiful expression must have made them feel bad, because they awkwardly started to walk away, too. All except for Alexander, a boy a year older than Ale, who also happened to be his best friend. He met Ale's gaze, holding it, sadness and empathy showing in their depths. But he was firm, and when Ale tried to plead again, he shook his head. "I'm sorry, Ale, you're just too good. Maybe this is a good thing, you know? Now you don't have to hold back anymore. You could start practicing for the high school basketball team?" He reached out to grip Ale's shoulder. "And you can come over and watch us any time, you know. We're not just ditching you. You just can't play with us anymore."
Ale stared at him for a moment before, slowly, reaching up to take Alexander's wrist, pulling it off of his shoulder and letting go so his best friend's hand dropped back to his side. "I'm going home."
"Ale-"
"I really tried, Alex."
". . .I know."
Ale turned and walked straight home. He lived on the wealthier side of the city, in a semi-large mansion, pure white with black detail. It, and the garden, was always kept prim and proper by their help, and as he walked across the lawn, he got a wave from a man he'd known his whole life, a helper named Miguel who had actually gotten him into basketball. He reluctantly waved back. "How did the game go?" Miguel asked, wiping sweat off his brow as he trimmed one of the bushes into a shape his mother probably suggested - a horse with a saddle on. Poor Miguel had probably been out there for hours. "Did you win?" ". . .yeah," Ale said after a moment, looking down at his hands. The ball. He'd forgotten his ball. Alexander probably had it now. He would get it later. "But they kicked me off the team." Miguel's brow furrowed, and be began to stand. "Ah, little one." No matter how tall Ale had gotten, Miguel had never stopped calling him 'little one'. "It'll be alright. I promise. It-" Ale just raised a hand. "I just want to shower and go to bed, Miguel, but thank you." Watching the much older man sit back down, he sighed and went inside.
The first place he went to was the kitchen. He wasn't looking for food, but for the regular note he would find there. 'Out late again. Make yourself something to eat.' His mother was almost never home, and when she was, she was usually holed up in her office in the back of the mansion, giving the help orders while she got paperwork done. She talked to Miguel and their staff more than she talked to Ale. And his father? A traveling businessman. He'd been gone for a month on a deal, and had only called twice. The one time he'd answered, his father only said, "Give the phone to your mother." And nothing else.
"Glad I could tell you about my day, guys," Ale quietly said to the empty kitchen, not hiding his bitterness. "Always great having these big family conversations."
Tossing the note in the trash, he then went up, got disrobed, and got in the shower, trying to let the cool water wash away his worries. When he got out, he got dressed and decided to go and try to relax in the garden.
By that time, everyone had left. Not even Miguel was there to try and comfort him, knowing that what Ale needed right now was to cool off. It was nighttime now, but he wasn't dressed for bed. In fact, he had street clothes on - a pair of jeans, a t-shirt, a medium-sized hoodie. He had thought about leaving to go do something in town, but now that he was outside, shoes on and everything, he just couldn't find the energy to move. Something flashed across the sky. For a moment, Ale thought it was a shooting star. . . until it changed direction and aimed right at his head.
Being the athlete he is, he quickly rolled out of the way, no problem. As he turned, he got to see it shoot right into one of his mother's bushes. He couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy for poor Miguel, who would have to fix it, but also satisfaction that the bush his mother seemed to care about more than him was now ruined. But what was that thing? Creeping forward, he peered inside the singed, still lightly burning path the thing had left in the bush, and spotted a device inside. It was then that it started to float, and poor, stunned Ale could only think to grab it before it floated back into the sky to attempt to decapitate someone else.
It was the wrong move. He heard something above him, distorted sounds and something like a wave. He looked up just in time to see another world in the sky before he was sucked into it.
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Post by ScorchR on Jan 5, 2017 23:56:48 GMT -5
Skylar hummed softly as she walked down one of the streets of Paris. She was returning home after a violin lesson, so she had her case strapped to her back. She hadn't been the one receiving the lesson, she'd been giving it. That was what she did for extra money. She gave violin and piano lessons. She loved it. This was all part of a typical night, when a bright light shone above her, causing her to look up. Was that some kind of shooting star? It was beautiful. Wait a moment, was it coming right towards her?! Before she could react, it impacted in the ground in front of her. Her eyes widened and she took a step back. She was definitely startled, but she wasn't scared. Why wasn't she scared? Before she could think anything else, the light started to rise from the ground slowly. She stared at it in wonder. She should run, shouldn't she? No, something was telling her to do the opposite. To reach out and take the light. That sounded like a great idea. She slowly reached out and caught the light in her hand. She pulled her hand back and opened her fingers. It wasn't a light anymore, it was some kind of…device. Then before she could react, the sky above her opened up. She screamed as she was dragged into the air, through the crack. Once she was through, it closed behind her and she blacked out.
Cyprus sighed softly, shielding his eye as he looked up at the sky. It was a hot day in Sydney, Australia. Then again, when wasn't it hot? He shook his head, slipping his hands into his pockets. He had work to do. He headed into an alleyway, glancing around with his one good eye. He didn't have a lot of time left. He glanced up as flash of light passed over him. What the? He jumped back as the light slammed into the ground in front of him. He narrowed his eye as he slowly approached the small crater that had been made. His eye then widened as the light started to rise out of the ground. He slowly reached out, against his better judgement, and grabbed it out of the air. When he opened his hand, there was a small device in place of the light. He frowned, then looked up. He didn't remember what he saw, because he blacked out.
Chioni sighed softly as she closed her eyes. This was getting tiring. She was eight years old, and she already had a job. Basically, everyone knew how smart she was, and how good she was with technology, and immediately started trying to pay her to fix their stuff. They didn't pay much, hoping to keep it cheap and not go to a store or whatever. She didn't care though. She was eight! What was she going to do with a bunch of money? She'd built her laptop from scratch and it was more powerful than most of the stuff on the market. She opened her eyes and pushed the parts of the laptop she'd been fixing for a woman down the street off her lap. She grabbed her laptop bag and headed out onto the balcony. Her family wasn't super rich, but they had a nice home with a beautiful view of the ocean. She loved looking out over the water while messing around on her computer. She was trying to keep her intelligence on the down low for the most part. She didn't want anyone coming in and making her go to college or whatever. Then making her go work for the government. She'd rather hide it, wait for the perfect moment, then reveal herself with a product or something. Get rich, then retire early so she didn't have to deal with anything. She smiled as she set her bag down. The perfect plan. She looked towards the sky and blinked. Was that a...light? It was heading straight for her. Uh oh! She jumped to the side as the light slammed into her balcony. She blinked, then stepped forwards a bit. The light started to rise up and she tilted her head. Interesting. It had to be studied! She immediately snatched it and grabbed her laptop bag to pull it out, when she felt herself being pulled upward. She didn't see where she was going, as she blacked out. Luckily her laptop made it with her.
Lance wiped his forehead as he set the equipment down. He was helping some of his father's friends unload their boat after a very successful fishing trip. They were paying him a bit, but it wasn't for him and they knew that. It was for his mother and little sister. All of his money went towards them. He took nothing for himself. That was the kind of guy he was, his father's son. That was why they did their best to help him out. It only seemed fair since they lost his father a couple of years before. He turned back to get more, but they were waving him off. One walked up and handed him the money. "Thanks for your help, Lance. Tell your mother and sister hi from us." Lance smiled and nodded. "No problem. Just let me know if you need more help." He turned and started to walk away, heading down to the beach. They lived right on the beach in a little shack. Sure it got kinda tough during storms, but they were able to do alright. He stretched himself out as he walked across the empty beach. It was very calming out here. The sound of the ocean always made him feel relaxed. He looked up and blinked. Was that...a light? He frowned as it changed course and headed straight for him. What the heck?! He dove to the side and rolled to his feet as it buried itself in the sand. He stood and carefully approached it, stopping as the light started to rise from the sand. He reached out and took it, opening his hand to look down at it. Some kind of device lay in his open palm. He looked around, then felt himself rising. He looked up again and saw a crack in the sky. Not good! Before he could struggle, he was out.
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Post by Meteorstar on Jan 15, 2017 4:45:19 GMT -5
Rune and Dorimon When Rune finally woke up, it took him a little while to open his eyes. His head feeling like it was spinning and his back sore from some kind of fall, he was almost certain he had been jumped, and that he was lying somewhere in an alley, the load of butterflies beat out of him. It was warm, and the breeze just barely blew, so at first, he was content enough to lie there and try and get awake before even trying to move. That is, until he felt something licking his hand. Rune's eyes stretched wide. Instead of tall buildings, he saw tall trees. The blue sky above was brighter than it had been earlier. As he looked down at his feet, he saw that he was not on pavement, but rather on a large stone in the middle of a glade. If that wasn't enough to throw him off, then the little purple beast licking his cut-up knuckles definitely was. "Whoa, okay." He started to scramble back, eyes widening at himself as he did so. English? "Oh, you're awake!" The purple thing, looking like a cross between a fox and a dog, with a really short and round body, hopped up onto its tiny legs. "Thank goodness!" Rune frowned and slowly reached up, giving his arm a good pinch. ". . .okay, so. . . I'm speaking English. . . an animal is talking to me. . . and I'm not dreaming." "I'm not an animal, silly!" The purple little thing started to come over. "I'm your partner Digimon! I'm Dorimon!" It paused as Rune edged back. "That is, if you're Rune. Even if you're not, though, we can be friends!" ". . .how do you know my name? And what is a Digimon?" "Digimon are digital monsters! And I've known your name for a long time." He flashed a big, zig-zag smile. "A few others like you should be here, and my friends should we with them! If we could all get together, I'm sure we could explain."
Ciana and Kyaromon When Ciana woke up, she was slumped against a tree, with a squirrel-like creature with big ears and a striped tail sitting on her lap. Shooting to her feet, Ciana accidentally made the creature fall off of her. Casting quick looks around, she was able to tell that she definitely wasn't in Wales anymore. The trees weren't like any she'd seen before, and the forecast had said it'd be raining for hours. . . but it was pure, sunny daylight! She didn't see a town in sight, just thick forest for miles. "P-please don't be alarmed, Ciana!" Ciana flinched and looked down at where the voice came from - the squirrel. Oh, the squirrel. That was normal. ". . .did you just. . . speak to me?" "Yeah, I did." The squirrel-like creature was trying to get upright, its tiny limbs squirming as it tried to use its tail to push itself upright, and Ciana felt bad enough for knocking it over that she reached forward and picked it up. ". . .what are you?" "My name is Kyaromon, and I'm a Digimon! Your partner digimon, in fact?" "Digi. . . mon?" "Digital Monsters. Listen, I know you're probably scared and concerned right now, but we need to find my friends, and some other humans here. Think you could walk in the direction I point out for us?" Ciana was so confused, but she figured she wasn't drugged. No-one could imagine something this real. So she reluctantly gave a nod. "Okay. Which way?"
Nicoleta and Koromon "Nic-o-le-ta! Nic-o-le-ta! Wake up!" Nicoleta was lying face first in the dirt. It wasn't necessarily the voice that woke her up, no. Instead, it was something bouncing up and down on her back. Groaning, Nicoleta slowly opened her eyes, but instead of seeing the golden tall grass she had been in before, she was now in a thick forest, the grass just a few inches long. The sun was high in the sky, and it was hotter here than it had been in Romania. Frowning, she slowly tried to push herself up, but felt that same weight drop back down on her back. "Ow." "W-whoops! Sorry, Nic-o-le-ta!" The weight on her back stopped bouncing and fell beside her face. It was a blob with a face and two. . . what were those? Nicoleta yelped and sat up quickly, but the ribbon-like appendages on the monster's head gently wrapped around her wrist. "Don't be afraid, Nic-o-le-ta! My name is Koromon, and I'm your partner!" ". . .Koro. . .mon? What are you?" Nicoleta finally realized, not only was Koromon speaking in English. . . but so was she, and she understood it all. She shuddered. "And why am I here?" "I'm a Digimon!" The creature flashed a smile. "Your one and only! You must be wondering where you are for the most part, huh?" "Er, yeah, pretty much." "Well, long story short, you're in the Digital World. I can explain more, but only when my friends and I are together again. My friends should have human partners of their own, so you'll have someone like you here to be around!" ". . .so, where are your friends?" "This way."
Ale and Frimon When Ale woke up, his arm was in the water of a small stream. He checked out his surroundings, but to his credit, didn't really freak out all that much. Yes, this was definitely a surprise, and yes, he didn't know where he was - but hey, panicking wouldn't help. Pushing himself up in a sitting position, he saw a creature right off the bat, sitting at his side, looking tired. As soon as he moved, though, it gasped and started to bounce, turning to face him. ". . .well you're not something you see everyday." The creature peeked up at Ale, it's golden-hazel eyes wide with nervous hope."You! Umm, sir! Your name is Ale, right?" Ale stared at the creature, that honestly looked like a cross between a cobra and a cat. Its body was like that of a snake's, and it had a frill all the way around his head, save for under its chin. Its face was the catlike feature, soft, furry and white without a nose. Its appearance was pretty bizarre, let alone the fact that it was talking, but Ale quickly adjusted. ". . .okay, talking snake-cat. That happens. Yeah, I'm Ale." "I'm not a snake-cat!" The snake-cat's frill stretched out indignantly, which was honestly kind of funny. "I'm Frimon, your partner! It's nice to meet you!" "Partner?" "Yeah. Your partner Digimon! Mind coming with me somewhere?" ". . .yeah, sure, alright." Might as well, Ale thought to himself as he started to stand. It wasn't like he knew of anything else to do.
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Post by ScorchR on Jan 19, 2017 20:48:04 GMT -5
Skylar groaned softly, her eyes slowly opening. They didn't stay open long as sunlight filtered through her eyelashes. She put an arm over her eyes and tried opening them again. Sun? Hadn't it been night before? She slowly pushed herself up, now using her arm to rub her eyes. She glanced around and her eyes opened once more. They then widened. Where in the world was she?! She'd been in the middle of Paris before she blacked out! Now she was in the middle of some kind of forest! She shot to her feet, looking around in a panic. Had she been kidnapped? Was she dreaming? Before she could test the dreaming theory, she heard a voice behind her. Female. "Hey, are you Skylar?" Skylar blinked in surprise and turned around. She stared at the little yellow fox that was standing there behind her. It was a very strange looking fox. Who had spoken? "Well?" Oh. It was the fox. "Um...yes?" She blinked and reached a hand towards her throat. Had she just spoken English? She knew a bit, but she would never speak it instinctively like that. The little fox let out a sigh of relief and smiled. "Oh good. I was worried for a moment. I'm glad I found you." Skylar cleared her throat. Maybe if she tried speaking French? "Well, that's good...I think...Um, who are you exactly?" English again. What was going on? The little fox perked up, smiling at her. "Oh! How rude of me. My name is Viximon! I'm your partner!"
Chioni knew she wasn't in her house anymore already. The feeling of grass under her, the lack of the smell of the sea. Yep. She was definitely either farther inland, or not even in Greece anymore. She opened her eyes and sat up. She rubbed her head, her fingers running through her bright green hair. Yeah, she dyed it that way. Her orange eyes that were scanning the area around her however? Those were all natural. "Where am I?" Her eyes widened. English? Why wasn't she speaking Greek anymore? She felt her throat, wondering if there was some kind of translator. Nope. She then checked her ears and her head. Still nothing. Weird. Had someone planted a chip in her head or something? "Um, excuse me?" Chioni blinked and looked around, before turning to look behind her. There was a rain drop looking thing behind her. But solid, and with a face. The heck? "I'm Moonmon. Are you Chioni?" The girl slowly nodded without really thinking about it. The creature, Moonmon, sighed in relief. "Oh good. I was worried for a moment I had found someone else's partner."
Cyprus pushed himself up, rubbing his face with one hand. What was that? Some kind of crack in the sky? He opened his eye and looked around. He narrowed it and jumped up. This wasn't Sydney. There were no forests like this in Australia. What was this? Some kind of trick? He glanced around and noticed some kind of tiny, white thing with wings and horn looking up at him curiously. He raised an eyebrow. That didn't look like any animal he'd seen before. It took him off guard when it spoke in a voice that sounded like a very young female. "So are you Cyprus?" He paused. Should he answer? Well he might get some answers this way. "I might be. Who are you?" The little...angel thing smiled happily up at him. "I'm Kyupimon! I'm your partner, Cyprus!"
Lance rubbed his head as he sat up. Well, he wasn't on the beach anymore. Had he been tossed into the jungle on the island? That had been one heck of a wind. He opened his eyes and looked around. Okay, not the island he lived on. He stood up, wondering what was going on. Had he been moved by something? He couldn't remember what had happened, at least not clearly. He heard movement behind him and turned, ready to fight off a bear or something. He blinked at the sight of a little blue furball thing. Definitely not a kind of animal he had seen before. "You're Lance right?" He raised an eyebrow. "I am. Who are you?" It could speak? This was getting weirder and weirder. "I'm Wanyamon, your partner," it said with a little salute.
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Post by Meteorstar on Jan 20, 2017 4:38:45 GMT -5
Rune and Dorimon Rune was pretty certain that this wasn't a dream, since he normally didn't dream this vividly, and he didn't feel drugged. . . which honestly spooked him more. ". . .so where are these friends of yours?" "Oh, they're all over the place!" Dorimon explained, watching as Rune pushed himself to his feet. "It'll take a while to find them, but we're all supposed to technically meet at the big rock!" The round Digimon gave a bounce on his tiny lil legs as he tried to turn around. "That way! Do you think you can handle a few minutes of walking?" The Digimon's eyes slid to the young man's knuckles, which had bled a tiny bit after Rune had pulled away from him, but were now finished. "You looked hurt, so I. . . tried to help. . ." Rune looked down at his hands, blinked, then waved Dorimon's concerns off with his hand. "I got into a small fight, but I am honestly fine now. I can make it. And thanks for trying to help. . . it was Dorimon, right!" Dorimon nodded with a twinkle in his eye. "Yep! Okay, follow me!" They made their way across the forest floor. The pace was slow, at least to Rune, which he guessed was due to the small creature's tiny legs that he was honestly starting to get amused by. Well, that was what he thought. Then, without warning and with a hop to its step, the creature bolted off. "Follow me! I smell my best friend!" Rune grimaced and took off after the thing, hoping this really was a good thing, doing his best not to trip over sticks, roll on rocks, or fall onto logs. And that is how, how of no-where, Dorimon came flying out of the bushes and tackle-glomped Wanyamon. "Waaanyaamoooon!" Rune wasn't far behind by then. When he came into view, he looked exasperatedly at the two creatures, then up at Lance. ". . .so do you have any idea where we are, or-?"
Ciana and Kyaromon It didn't take that much walking before the talking squirrel - err, Digimon, right - in Ciana's arms started to sniff the air. "Stop here for a moment." Ciana paused and watched the small creature shift around in her arms. It - because she couldn't tell if Kyaromon even had a gender - blinked a lot, and when it apparently wasn't satisfied with being down low, hopped right up onto her head and sniffed around, too. She made a noise of surprise, but reached up to take it in her hands and lift it even higher, which made it let out a triumphant 'whoo!'. Finally, it nodded to itself "Yeah, its her. I would recognize her scent anywhere. . . and she's only thirty three meters away." "W-who?" "My friend, Viximon." And without any further explanation, its huge ears swiveled, as if gesturing for her to go onward. "Hurry that way." Ciana couldn't help but obey, lowering it to cradle it in her arms as she hurried along. As she was almost to her destination, Kyaromon called, "Viximon, over here! I found mine!"
Nicoleta and Koromon Nicoleta had to follow this blob through the forest, and she didn't really know what to focus on. Her troubles from before, her troubles now, the strange noises that would come from off farther in the forest that sounded like roars and screams. . . or the cute way this. . . Digiwhatsit made a little boink noise every time it bounced on the ground. "So, does every human have that color fur? It's pretty!" Koromon hummed as he bounced along, a happy little Digimon. "Oh. . . ah, no. It turned white from stress, so I dyed the ends of it to put some color back in. . . because I was afraid if I dyed the roots, too, it'd all fall out." "What is dying?" "Err, its. . . using a special liquid to change your color." "Oh, that's kinda cool!" Koromon stopped bouncing when he heard distant talking, trying to recognize the voice. "Ah. . . Kyupimon?" he called after a few moments. "It's me, Koromon!"
Ale and Frimon Ale had walked for a good ten minutes when he heard the sound of a young girl talking. Blinking, he went in that direction, Frimon kind of bounce-inching forward beside him. "Is that one of your friends?" "Moonmon," Frimon responded, her eyes twinkling, as if that answered it. "M'kay." When he finally saw the person talking - a small little girl, so adorable! - he saw her talking with. . . a raindrop? He managed to catch her say that she'd have to figure it out as she went alone. "You and me both, kiddo," he called, raising his hand in a greeting. He didn't want to startle her, and he didn't want to seem like a creeper, either. "You lost too?"
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