Champions of the Digital World

The arrow on Tyson's D-Arc was growing larger and larger, until the person he had ran past earlier came up the stairs to him, and held out his hand. "I'm Noah," he said, looking slightly relieved.

"T-Tyson." Tyson stammered, shaking Noah's, breaking the first of his cousin's rules. "M-my Digivice was just... Pointing to you... But I d-don't see your digimon..."

Terriermon piped up from his perch on Tyson's hat, saying, "I smell a Digimon..."

"I know you do... Perhaps... It can turn invisible?" Tyson turned back to Noah. "Um... Can your... Er... Digimon turn... Ah... Invisible?" Tyson blushed a little bit at this question, looking away a little bit.

OoC: Short post is short. I'm hoping I've done the whole shyness thing right, despite the fact I made him. Sorry it's late.

(blegh, I don't like this post much, but I needed to set the scene for a later post)

Two minutes later, they arrived in one of the exhibition halls, rows of games and entertainment of all types formed corridors throughout the hall; arcades, consoles, handhelds, even the V-Pet models. People were crowded around each one, either excited for playing for their first time, or nostalgically recalling the times when they first played it. The walls were lined with posters advertising the various games, from the early versions from years back, to the teasers for the upcoming games, many of which were set to be announced at this convention. Finally, at the far end of the room, there was a long row of consoles and TVs, and one large poster behind them. This was the newest game, a demo of the MMO that promised so much and had everyone hyped over it. And as Rufus looked at the enormous crowds that crowded around each console, those claims must have held true.

“Come on Rufus! Look those guys are leaving!” Gabriel almost shouted, pointing to one of the spots where a large group of teenagers disengaged themselves from the machine, leaving the machine wide open. Not for long though, Gabriel made a rapid dash and managed to grab the controller before anybody noticed the open spot. Before Rufus could catch up to him, the crowd swallowed up Gabriel as they filled the space around him. Rufus sighed, he wasn’t going to get through them easily, and so he had to settle with a small fraction of a window through the people to see Gabriel with the game. It didn’t matter though: Rufus couldn’t care less about the game. This was Gabriel’s day after all, and the convention was still long.

Dracomon suddenly started to shift about in Rufus’s bag again, troubled by something. Rufus felt the digimon shifting in his bag, probably pushing past one of Rufus’s other belongings from under one of his feet. Though all that Rufus had in that bag, apart from Dracomon himself, was a bottle of water, his keys, emergency money, and the strange device that Rufus also obtained when Dracomon first appeared. Oh what Rufus could have done if he knew what he was about to get into...

"I don't know about you, but I think it was...erm, fate that brought us together."



What.
Tearing her eyes up from the bronze digivice in her hands, her gaze leveled and a brow rose quizzically before she turned on her heel to face the boy that had approached her. Already bemused by his one-liner, the corners of her lips had pulled into a wry grin as she met the taller boy's eyes with a steady stare.

She didn't speak for a moment and instead took in his appearance, her eyes darting from his tousled, spiked hair to his cheeks and his mouth and finally back to boring into his own blue eyes. She felt that she likely would have been more taken aback by his manner of dress and presentation were it not for the environment that they were in - in which case it was very much the norm. As it was, in this case the most suspicious thing about him was the muffled mumbles she could just discern coming from his backpack, and even that was more than likely an ipod or other electronic device he had left turned on and playing. Finally, she cracked a smile and sidled into one hip as she spoke.

"Goodness. Are you always this charming?"

The grin on her face vanished, however, as she caught a glimpse of the small device clutched in his hand, the compass-arrow still glowing brightly on the screen before it blipped out of sight. From her hand, she could see in her peripheral vision the very same thin point disappearing from the screen of her digivice, and she rolled it around between her hands as her mouth formed a small 'o'.

"Oh, you..."

From the chair he had been left draped over, Coronamon had been laying very still with his arms flung over the back. It was only at Harley's shock that he finally showed even the slightest sign of life - and even then it was little more than the movement of a fiery orange iris and the protective, predatory shrinking of the pupil buried within the dash of color as he carefully watched the newcomer from his post.

OOC: BLARGH. If this doesn't work, I'm going to smack a bitch D:< Also, we really got to move on with this |D *doesn't want this RP to die* Also, <> brackets indicate Japanese and [] brackets indicate Korean as usual, although this will pretty much be the only time I'll use the former.
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Soo Min jumped up at the other girl's loud squeak. Whoops- perhaps she should have found a more polite way to get her attention. Nevertheless, she smiled warmly and introduced herself. The stranger reciprocated her friendliness, although perhaps a bit too much as it seemed like she was smacked in the face with a foreign language dictionary.

"Oh, so she's Japanese..." Soo Min thought to herself, taking note of the girl's behavior. She shook her head- the past was all behind her now, and there was no need for former prejudices to rise up. She was in America now, not in South Korea. The Japanese girl then reintroduced herself, this time in English. Soo Min smiled; Aiko was just like her, as they both had the same tendencies to slip into their native languages.

"Come on, let's have a seat. I've never met anyone else with a Digimon partner. This is BlackGatomon and we've just been spending some time waiting for the announcement at two."

Lunamon looked at Aiko and BlackGatomon questionably, for it was her first time seeing another pair like Soo Min and herself as well. The pink and purple Digimon then quickly brushed off any other thoughts she had- she shouldn't trust them just yet. Besides, if these two were here, who knows how many other pairs like them were there? Especially at this convention center, no less?

Nevertheless, Lunamon smiled and nodded, following Soo Min to a vacant table. Odd how no one seemed to have even bother to sit down at this location. Huh. Must have been a coincidence, although Lunamon didn't think so.

"<So, you say you're Japanese?>" Soo Min asked, chuckling. "Sorry, I'm afraid that's the only bit of Nihongo I know."

Soo Min loosened up in her seat, glad to have finally made a friend, or at least an acquaintance that didn't talk to her just because she was her sister Sun Hee's shadow. "So, are you born here or did you come from Japan? I was from Seoul a few years ago. My English isn't very good, but I'm still trying."

Lunamon winced a little; her partner was getting too relaxed. She nudged the girl and tilted her head a little, as if she was speaking a secret code. Soo Min immediately knew what the Digimon wanted, and snapped out of her rather dazed expression. She sat back in her seat and sheepishly grinned.

"Sorry, I also tend to talk a bit too much," Soo Min said, blushing.

OoC: I won't let this die. Not yet!

The girl Jason had questioned only responded, "According to this, I'm looking for you!" before grabbing him in a tight hug and saying, "Oh my goodness, I can't believe this is happening!"
Jason just managed to return the hug before his digivice projected another arrow, pointing nearby, a small voice cried, "Glare Eyes!", and he felt Tsunomon's weight fly from his head.

Jason cursed to himself, feeling his body disentangle itself and move toward the compass on instinct while his eyes scanned for another Digimon. He spotted the Kuramon on the floor, then its partner shouting at it nearby. Thinking quickly, though not especially hard, Jason tossed himself at the other young man, hoping to create a large enough distraction that the two Digimon wouldn't be noticed.

OoC: However I don't have a whole ton to say so...yeah >>

[So, this is…]

Rui and Gaomon found themselves at one of the many exhibit halls on the second floor. The particular area they were in was showcasing many of the Digimon franchise’s electronic goods. Rui honestly never really liked any of the video games. They were divided into mundane and simplistic RPGs and overly complicated card games that involved purchasing cards upon cards to advance to the next level. In fact, the only Digimon game he had ever played was the one Gaomon had emerged from. Since then, he attempted to be a bit more patient with the games, though he still didn’t like them all that much.

‘hmm,’ muttered Rui as he peered down at his digivice. Now that they were on the second floor, the arrow on the screen had grown much larger, and it’s beeping more gratuitous. No doubt they were extremely close to whatever the device was leading them to.

[Come on, then,] Rui told Gaomon. The blue digimon nodded and followed him as he made his way through the displays and crowds of people.

Rui noticed a significant number of the franchise’s older fans. Not surprising really, when you think about it. The Digimon franchise is fairly old; almost as old as that other game series with fictional creatures. Perhaps these people were one-time fans visiting for the sake of nostalgia, or possibly fans who never really outgrew it. Rui then pondered what he would be like five years from now. Would he still be with Gaomon? And what would life be like having him as a constant accomplice? He couldn’t even imagine how he could sneak something like him into the University he was planning to go to.

As Rui continued to follow the trail, Gaomon was temporarily distracted by what seemed to be a large digimon approaching him. He tightened his fists and bared his teeth, but soon realized that the Digimon that was coming towards him wasn’t a digimon at all. In fact, the foam skin and vacant eyes made it terribly obvious that this was simply a costume of some sort.

‘Whoa, dude. Awesome costume!’ The Digimon wannabe exclaimed. ‘T hat fur looks so real! Did you make it yourself?’ The strange man continued to bombard Gaomon with questions, and Gaomon could do nothing but stare at him in confusion and horror.

‘Gaomon!’ Rui called out to him. The blue digimon perked his ears up and ran straight to his partner.

“O-oh,” Rui stuttered as he noticed the cosplayer that was attempting to converse with his digimon. “I-I’m sorry; you’ll have to excuse my…little brother,’ Rui explained. ‘He’s rather shy around other people.’ Leaving it at that, the boy and his digimon quickly turned around and swiftly strode away.

[That was…] Gaomon hesitated. He didn’t want to admit that he didn’t really know how to respond to such a situation. […odd.]

[Cosplayers. I don’t really get them,] Rui replied.

[Really? That’s kinda funny coming from you, considering…] Rui quickly placed his hand on Gaomon’s lips. The digimon looked up at him, and the young man then pointed him towards a large crowd a few feet away from them. The device in his hand was beeping incessantly now, and the arrow on its screen was blinking red.

Slowly, Rui walked over to the crowd, his hands covering up his digivice to muffle the sound it was making. Opening his palms slightly to have a look at where the arrow was pointing now, the young man saw that it was no directing him to his left. Turning his head, Rui was face to face with a man with wavy red hair.

Rufus watched as Gabriel won another random encounter, indicating that he was already getting the hang of the game, after only ten minutes too. Rufus then noticed someone next to him and looked over to see a young man, about the same age as him, a bit shorter, but the about same age nonetheless. He had tan skin, brown eyes, and medium-length brown hair, with part of it hanging over his face, covering half of his eye. Rufus looked down and saw that the young man wasn't alone, he was accompanied by a smaller person, a young child perhaps, in a full costume of a blue dog digimon with red boxing gloves. Rufus couldn't remember what the digimon was called, but he knew that his brother had a card for-

"Wow! A Gaomon cosplayer!" Gabriel suddenly said, having broken through the crowds after passing the controller to the next person. "Where did you get this costume? It looks so real, you even got the fur right! I especially like the goggles, they look so cool there!"

Rufus stood back while Gabriel showered the compliments. He then noticed Dracomon getting uncomfortable again, scratching at the inside of Rufus's backpack with his foot claws.

"Dracomon, will you knock it off?" Rufus whispered, thankful that both new figures were focused on Gabriel right now.

"But something's tickling my foot." Dracomon whispered back,

"It's probably my keys, or something, but you can't do that here." Rufus said, then promptly pushed Dracomon's head back into the bag. "You can poke your head out again when you get comfortable, you won't be missing much" Rufus felt Dracomon squirm slightly in the backpack, hopefully somebody behind him won't realize that something's alive in there. Rufus turned back to Gabriel to see that he was just finishing his rant, and only just noticed the man that the Gaomon cosplayer was accompanied by.

"Rufus, do you know them?" Gabriel asked, Rufus was about to say no. However, after looking into the young man's eyes, he realized that he had something to say. Perhaps they did know each other.

"I was... about to ask the same thing." Rufus replied, then looked towards the young man for an answer.

Before Blake knew it, he had been tackled to the ground by the boy Tamer he had encountered.

"Get off of me!" he yelled pushing the boy off and punching him in the face. From Blake's perspective the tackle was an attack meaning this had just turned into a four-on-two fight: him and Kuramon verses these Tamers and their Digimon.

"Now look what you've done Kuramon!" chided the teen. "You better be able to handle those two In-Trainings on your own because it looks like I have to deal with the humans!" This hadn't been his intention, in fact Blake had hoped to avoid an open confrontation, but it looked like there was no avoiding this brawl now. The girl would be easy to beat if she even joined in, Blake thought, but the guy would definitely be tough as he had already proven to be an attack first, ask questions later type of fighter.

"You want your girlfriend to back you up, or should we handle this one on one like real men?" Blake antagonized with his fists balled. As the teen threw another punch, Kuramon shot Tsunomon with another Glare Eyes hoping it hadn't had time to regroup from the first one.

(OOC: Yup, these two are going to be trouble makers until set straight.)

Wowee wow thought Renata. Before she could say another word to the guy she'd just met, his Tsunomon was attacked by a Kuramon--a digimon cute in its own way. The next second the guy himself was in a fight with Kuramon's spikey haired partner. If Yokomon had hands she'd be facepalming right now. This really wasn't a good situation. If they didn't knock it off, they were going to attract some unwanted attention. But Renata was far from anxious; in fact she was excited.

"Oh this is so stupid!" Yokomon said, not bothering to whisper this time. "What the heck are they thinking?"

"They probably aren't thinking," Renata said in amusement. Tsunamon's tamer (she didn't even get the chance to learn his name) likely didn't realize his distraction would backfire quite like this. Their fight was drawing more people and neither of them seemed to realize that stopping their Digimon was more important than right now.

"You want your girlfriend to back you up or should we handle this one like real men?" taunted Kuramon's tamer.

"Pfft, as if!" Renata said.

"What are you gonna do?" Yokomon said cautiously, for she knew Renata could be extremely over-dramatic if the occasion called for it.

"Be a large ham," Renata said, smiling deviously.

"Wha- no wait!" Yokomon squeaked.

Renata stomped over to the two battling tamers and put on her bossy schoolgirl persona. "OI YOU TWO! Let's just ignore the fact that we're in a crowded convention center shall we? CONTROL YOURSELVES!" she yelled in a very loud voice as she stuck out her fist. Everyone in the crowd turned to face her.

Now that is how you create a distraction Renata thought. She was unaware that her Digimon who had become a motionless doll again wanted to vanish on the spot of embarrassment.

"Goodness, are you always this charming?" she asked, cracking a small smile. Well, it looked like he had made a basic marriage proposal after all. Loser points: 1. This was a prime example of why he liked to stay at home and play video games.

Jesse began to open his mouth to explain, but he noticed her noticing his Digivice, a look of realization playing across her face. At least he was spared the trouble of having to speak again...or not. It would be rude of him to not introduce himself.

"Hi. Sorry for my...um, tactlessness a moment ago." he stammered.

"Yeah, tactlessness. That's it." Candlemon whispered maliciously, provoking Jesse to quickly elbow his backpack. Now that he thought of it, that was probably a strange thing for someone like her to witness. Wait, no it wasn't. They both had a Digivice in their hands, so she probably already guessed that if he had a Digimon, it might be stuffed in his bag.

"I'm Jesse." he quickly added in order to cover his tracks anyway, extending his hand. From somewhere in the building there was a faint chanting. Crowd-like. Did someone just win at a game of some sorts? Was there people waiting for someone to appear? Was it a fight?

Whatever the case, Jesse was interested. He moved towards the direction of the sound, teetering between a fast walk and a run.

"Maybe I should've let her tell me her name...." he muttered, stopping in his tracks. "Well, maybe she'll...oh! Nevermind!" was the much louder response, followed by a return to chasing down the source of the chanting.

Diane stepped out of the taxi and thanked the driver, smiling rather sweetly as she did so. The man nodded back at her, avoiding her gaze as he did, speeding away after she closed the door. “He’s kind quiet, isn’t he, Kokomon?” the girl said to the lilac-colored stuffed animal she held in her arms as she watched the car rush past a red light. When the toy didn’t respond, she rolled her eyes and continued, “Kind of like you.”

Shrugging, the girl entered the building and was immediately overwhelmed by the sheer number of people present wearing strange cosplays, carrying around piles of Digimon-related merchandise, or just otherwise completely decked out with a Digimon shirt and pants and backpack and whatnot. Man, are all of these people really just fans of the game? Diane thought to herself as she glanced this way and that, trying to find any sort of normal-looking person. She began to feel very self-conscious of her own attire, which consisted of a simple white blouse, a maroon jacket, and blue jeans. She had brought along with her only a leather purse, which she had borrowed from her mom so that she could have a place to carry her belongings and money, and the very-still Kokomon plushie, which had refused to move or even whisper anything to her. It was the only Digimon-related item she had on her, and she hoped it was enough to avoid any strange looks she might’ve gotten otherwise.

If she had known how hardcore these Digimon fans were, perhaps she would’ve packed up some more items for her vacation that showed her love for the franchise. She silently cursed her cousin for not having warned her about it ahead of time.

Deciding that standing around would’ve made her look even more like an idiot, Diane began wandering around the stands, looking at all the various items people had on sale. There were posters, figurines, cards, strategy books, and even... oh gosh, was that a bikini on display? The eleven year old quickly averted her eyes and turned around, only to catch sight of a shop exhibiting a lot of Digimon stuffed animals. “Hey Kokomon, look,” said the girl as she lifted up her own stuffed toy, “that one looks just like you!” As she compared the two, she noticed some small differences, like how hers had slightly smaller eyes and the space between the horns on hers were a little farther apart than the one on the counter, and, of course, hers had a bandana around its neck, but for the most part they were identical. Her Digimon, though, still refused to speak, not even bothering to note how much cuter it was than the wannabe it was facing.

The girl sighed and took another look at the area, already bored with the convention. Suddenly, she noticed a flight of stairs on the other side of the room, leading up to the next floor. Deciding that she’d had more than enough time to admire the various items on sale, Diane ran upstairs, shoving past several people as she did so. As she moved, she became aware of a sort of buzzing noise coming from her purse, but she assumed that it was just someone trying to reach her mom’s cell phone. It was probably telemarketing or something.

However, unlike a cell phone, the buzzing continued, even after a good two minutes had passed and she was already halfway up the stairs. After she reached the top of the stairs, Diane went over to some unoccupied corner and rummaged through the main pocket of her purse, trying to find the source of the noise. Wallet, phone, keys, iPod... everything she touched was as still as a rock, but she could still feel the vibrations. It couldn’t be...

“Check the front pocket,” someone murmured to her. Shocked, Diane looked down at the Kokomon stuffed animal in her arms, except this time its posture had changed from looking straight to slightly tilted, almost as if it was watching her search for the mysterious buzzing item. It wasn’t the first time Kokomon had talked, but it certainly was the first the Digimon had dared to speak out in public. Nodding, Diane unzipped the front pocket of her purse, and took out the only item in there: a white and maroon digivice.

The girl shook her head, not really believing her eyes. She had never felt the device acting this strangely before, especially not back home in Ohio. Peering down onto the screen, she saw the arrow pointing at a boy who couldn’t have been much older than she was, who carried a Terriermon stuffed animal. At least, she would’ve thought it was a stuffed animal had the thing not lifted its nose into the air and moved its mouth like it was speaking. Diane glanced down at Kokomon, who also looked rather shocked at the apparent discovery of another person with a Digimon.

Diane ran over to the boy and noticed that he was talking to an older teen. Were they friends? Not really caring anymore, Diane poked the boy with the Terriermon on his back, and Kokomon seemed to cringe when she saw how hard her partner had poked the person. “Nice Terriermon you have there,” the girl said, ignoring the fact that she had interrupted the conversation between the two guys. Grinning just ever so slyly, she asked, “Where’d you get it?

She was quickly distracted by the sound of banging from under the stairs. Diane grabbed the boy’s hand like they’ve known each other for years and dragged him down them, wanting to see what was going on.

(OOC: So yeah, I’m apparently taking Sem’s spot. So not only am I replacing him, I’m also taking over where he was in the story, to a certain extent. Man, playing catch up was kind of hard XD)

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Jason managed to block the other Tamer's punch with his arm and shoved him away as the girl intervened, stopping the fight before it could continue. "Yeah you're right," he said, stepping forward. Jason took the other Tamer's hand as if to force him to shake, but pulled him closer and hissed, "This was just a distraction while Bearmon calms your little In-Training down. He almost blew our cover." Jason then pulled back and appeared to amiably shake hands in apology.

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Outside the focused crowd, Tsunomon easily dodged the other Digimon's Glare Eyes and aimed to tackle him into a nearby supply closet, then digivolved in a quick flash of light. The Bear Digimon caught the eyed jellyfish and looked it in its eye, "This is neither the time or the place little buddy, if you want to fight me, be polite about it, and don't blow the cover out Tamers work so hard to keep up!" Bearmon then tossed the creature back outside, de-digivolved and hopped out, falling motionless near him.

Tyson was waiting for Noah to answer when he was poked hard. He turned around to the poker to see a girl, with what seemed like a Kokomon plushie. Without checking his digivice, he knew the girl had a real digimon, which was most likely that Kokomon.

"Nice Terriermon you have there," The girl said, "Where'd you get it?" Tyson just blushed and took Terriermon off his hat, looking away. Tyson cuddled Terriermon close, so that he seemed more like a plush toy, and was about to answer when the girl suddenly grabbed him by the hand and took off.

Tyson was so startled he almost let go of Terriermon, but instead clutched him closer and held onto the girl's hand. Despite her sudden and quirky nature, Tyson knew he would like this girl. It would take ages before he'd start talking to her without stuttering, but it would be quicker than with others.

Looking back, Tyson saw that Noah had answered his phone or something, and was walking off at an alarming rate. Noah was then gone from his sight, and Tyson had no choice but to clench hold of the girl's hand, and try not to drop Terriermon.

OoC: Bleh, it's bad, I know. Oh well. Maybe once Shiny gets to the site of her curiosity I can get Tyson to ask her name~

Aiko tended to be a complete spazz when it came to interpersonal relationships, and she almost zoned out more than once while the girl was talking. The only reason she could keep paying attention was because of BlackGatomon nudging her every time her attention wavered.

"Oh, no. I wasn't born here. I can't stand this place, all I want is to go back home to Hiroshima. My father was relocated for work to this city, so I'm trying to figure out a way to get him to move back home. I had to leave all of my friends and the rest of my family and I hate it, I just wanna go back home." She threw her hands over her mouth, realizing that she was spouting out a mass of words at her new acquaintance. BlackGatomon shook her head, and rolled her eyes; sneering at the fact she was partnered with this girl.

<"Stupid, stupid, stupid."> She muttered to herself before laughing nervously again. "I think that I talk a fair bit more than you, so don't worry about it. Sorry about that, I've been a bit frustrated about my moving situation you see."

OoC: Wow, this sucks. Happy now, Tailon? ARE YOU? D:< I apologize, I've gotta try and get back in sync with this charrie...

Diane felt the boy’s grip on her hand tighten as they ran down the stairs, but she didn’t mind so much. In fact, had she not been concentrating on trying to find the source of the banging, the girl might’ve found the action kind of cute. Or disgusting. You never know with kids these days.

As she neared the end of the stairs, she began to doubt that she had actually heard the noise. It sounded almost as if someone, or someones, were in a fight, but it was so hard to tell with all the people around her. Diane soon realized that it would be impossible to find it now anyways, since it wasn’t the sort of noise that repeated every so often, but rather had only occurred once. Wanting to hide her embarrassment, the girl led her companion to one of the food courts in the first floor and muttered some lame excuse about being hungry and not wanting to eat alone. She was well aware that eating with Kokomon wouldn’t have been “alone”, but she hoped that the boy would overlook that.

“Find a seat for us,” Diane said to the boy as she finally let go of his hand. “I’m-a go get us something to eat.”

Walking over to a sandwich-making area, the girl absentmindedly took a few pieces of bread and other things people would put in a sandwich. She wasn’t paying attention to anything she was putting on her bread, since she was too preoccupied with thinking about her new discovery of another Tamer like her. As she continued to make her meal, Kokomon looked down from her shoulders and whispered, “Isn’t that a little too much mayonnaise, Diane?”

Diane immediately snapped out of her stupor and noticed that she had a huge glob of creamy, oily sauce on her ham, lettuce, and Swiss cheese sandwich. “Ah, crap!” she yelped, quickly putting a slice of bread to cover it up and bringing it to the counter. The cashier weighed her sandwiches, and Diane ended up paying a whooping fifteen bucks, just because her super-mayonnaise sandwich was, well, too big.

With her wallet now half-emptied, the girl skipped over to the table and placed a plate in front of her companion. “Here’s yours,” she said, putting the good sandwich on the plate. She took a seat next to him and sighed miserably to herself as she took a bite out of her own meal, making the white goodness dribble down her chin.

And that, she thought to herself, is why you shouldn’t talk to boys, Diane.

Tyson was dragged over to the food court by the girl, hearing a half-mumbled excuse of she was hungry and didn't want to eat alone. Tyson didn't mind so he sat down at a table while the girl went off to et some food.

"Geh! You almost killed me, Tyson!" Terriermon said, rubbing his throat, where Tyson's arm had tightened. Tyson laughed, and apologized.

"Sorry about that Terriermon," He said, losing all traces of shyness now the girl was gone. "Hey, if it's too much trouble, why don't you de-digivolve?" Terriermon nodded, and was surrounded by a glowing light for a second, before the light dissipating, and Gummymon taking the place of Terriermon.

"Whee~ It's fun being me~" Gummymon said, almost losing his all maturity through the de-digivolution. Tyson laughed, before noticing the girl come back with two sandwiches, one looking normal and the other dripping with mayonnaise, and he slipped back into his shy state.

"Here's yours..." she muttered handing Tyson the normal-looking sandwich and taking a bite the one drenched in mayonnaise. Tyson took a bite out of the sandwich, before noticing Gummymon making his way over to the girl's Kokomon. Tyson gasped as he realised the two digimon looked almost exactly alike.

The girl didn't look at him, so he decided to keep the similarities to himself unless she noticed them. Tyson realised he didn't know the girl's name, so, breaking his cousin's rule for the second time today, he spoke up. "I d-didn't really get your n-name... I'm T-Tyson..." He murmured, and almost blushed. Gummymon just giggled and proceeded to bounce up and down while staying attached to the ground, making him look like an accordion.

OoC: Blegh, It's bad, I know. But hey, I posted.

This other Tamer was better than Blake gave him credit for as the teen once again found himself thrown to the ground. Before he could retaliate,the girl jumped in and made a big scene about self control. Blake found himself speechless and momentarily distracted by how flamboyant she was not to mention hypocritical. She was making a bigger scene after all.

At the very least she seemed to pacify her boyfriend who grabbed Blake's hand to help him up. "This was just a distraction while Bearmon calms your little In-Training down. He almost blew our cover." spat the Tamer in a hushed tone in Blake's ear. The Tamer then shook the teen's hand as a sign of truce.

"Well you didn't have to be so convincing." Blake shot back. Then something registered in his mind that sent a chill down his spine. The other boy said Bearmon which was a Rookie stage even though he only had the In-Training Tsunomon with him. Did this mean they could already Digivolve!?
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Kuromon stared up in terror at the newly Digivolved Bearmon in front of him. Taking on an In-Training was a daring move as it was, but there was no way a Fresh Digimon could beat a Rookie. This is it. I'll be deleted and assimilated by this Digimon. Before I could do a single thing with my life it's over.

They way Bearmon talked though made it seem he was more interested in fighting on a level field away from humans. Kuramon flinched as Bearmon picked him up believing that this would be his end. Instead he was simple thrown aside. Bearmon then reverted back to Tsunomon as if nothing had happened.
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Blake noticed his partner on the ground shaking with his eye fixed on Tsunomon. He had a pretty good idea what had just transpired between the two Digimon based on the other boy's comment.

"Come on Kuramon. These two aren't worth the effort." Blake ordered coolly.

"Right." the young Digimon agreed bouncing into his Tamer's palm. Blake gave the other Tamers an aside glance as he walked towards the food court. Even with that scuffle he was still hungry. As they got near, Blake's Digivice started going off again showing two more readings.

"Again?" he groaned. Just how many other Tamers were at this convention? "This time follow my strategy." Blake hissed at Kuramon not wanting to get in another embarrassing situation like that.

"Yeah, yeah." Kuramon retorted. Blake walked casually through the food court trying not to draw attention to himself while still trying to find the sourse of these new Digimon. This time stealth had to work.

Kokomon eyed the Gummymon warily before slowly making her way down the purse’s shoulder strap. “Q-quit bouncing,” she murmured in an undertone as she landed next to the other Digimon, glancing around to see if any of the humans had caught sight of their movement. “P-please, so we, um, don’t attract too much... attention.” The Kokomon purposefully avoided eye contact, socially awkward since she’d never had the opportunity to become acquaintances with people other than Diane.

Meanwhile, Diane was busy talking to the boy, who had introduced himself as “T-Tyson”. “I’m Diane,” she replied with a smile, mayonnaise still dripping down to her chin, “and I guess I needa introduce- ah, Kokomon, where’d you go?” Diane looked around for her friend before spying the three-horned blob on the table, looking very deflated as it tried to bury itself into the table. Snorting with annoyance, the girl muttered, “Idiot,” before picking Kokomon up. “And this is the shy, midget partner of mine, Kokomon.” The little Digimon hiccupped a little as she was set back down on the table. “Aw, come on now, there’s nothing to be afraid of.”

“T-then why is, um, someone w-walking towards us, Diane?” Kokomon asked, casting a swift glance over her shoulder. When the girl heard this, she immediately looked back and saw a figure, much taller than she was, coming in her direction. Almost at the exact same second she felt the D-Arc in her purse vibrating again, and she didn’t need to take it out to figure out that the device would’ve been pointing at the newcomer.

Rolling her eyes in annoyance at her partner’s scaredy-cat, or rather, scaredy-bunny ways, Diane said, “Look out, we have company, Tyson.”

(OOC: I had mine all written out and ready to go on paper, but P_M just made me have to edit the ending. Ah wells, it made my post sound less awkward XD)

"Diane..." Tyson murmured to himself, as Diane introduced Kokomon.

Gummymon giggled at Kokomon's nervousness, and said, "Hee hee! You sound like Tyson!" Gummymon stopped bouncing, however, and just stood there, looking like a regular doll.

"Look out, we have company, Tyson." Tyson looked up from Gummymon to see a man walking towards them. His digivice was going off, so he guessed the man had a digimon with him.

"So, uh, should we, um... Leave or something?" Tyson asked, already loosening up a little bit in the shyness department, "Or should we, eh, stay?"

OoC: Short I know, but hey, who cares.

OOC: Jebus Christ, I've been so inactive on 'Charms. Blaaaaaaargh. My apologies to Chad. Also very short post is very short.
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"Ah, is that so?" Soo Min replied, smiling weakly. Aiko's story hit a bit too close to home, as all of Soo Min's past memories reeled into her head. "I have lived in America for... a little more than a year. I also miss my friends in Seoul, although I don't think they feel the same- I, I mean, I don't think they're worried about me. I only managed to get by in school because of my unnie- er, my sister. She's very popular." Despite Soo Min's attempt to lighten up the mood, there was a hint of sadness in her voice.

Trying to save the conversation from dying any further, Lunamon spoke up. "It's hard adjusting to anything, really. Imagine my surprise when the first thing I saw in this world was a stranger sitting way too close to my face."

Soo Min squeaked in embarrassment. "I-I didn't know what you w-were, so I h-had to look closer!"

Lunamon laughed a cheery tone before calming herself down, sighing contently. "Nevertheless, I do hope things turn for the better, Miss Watanabe. However, there is something that strikes me as odd..."

The pink and purple Digimon's ears twitched as she gave sideways glances. Lowering her voice, Lunamon continued to speak. "Don't you find it odd that it seems that you and my partner are the only ones with actual Digimon? It's a rather strange coincidence."