RP Digimon

Tyson left from his band gig late one night. The streets were practically empty, save the few assorted people. Suddenly he tripped or was tripped, he heard luaghter and looked then took a double check too beleive what he was seeing. It looked as though an small imp was luaghing at him. It seemed to notice that he had seen it and began to run. Tyson thought he was hallucinating or at the receiving end of some cruel prank but hurried after the imp nonetheless. Unlike the other kids in his gym class, he could catch up with this little guy. "Gotcha!" he said as he grabbed the imp. He half expected it to be a stuffed animal but nearly screamed when it talked.
"Hey let go of me!" it yelled.
"-the heck!?" Tyson exclaimed as he let go and backed away. "You can talk? What are you?"
The imp sighed, "well if you must know, I'm impmon. And yes I can talk. I'm a digimon, but I'm not going to explain too much, things would get complicated."
"Well at least come with me. Most people would probably freak out more than I did."
"Ooh that sounds like fun! Thanks for the idea." Impmon said with a little smirk.
Tyson face palmed. "No, no, no, no, no. Since I already know about you I might as well take care of you."
Impmon frowned, "fine, suck all my fun. Whatever, I guess I've got no other choice."
"Great, now to think of a way to sneak you back into my house." Tyson thought for a second then thought of something. He opened his guitar case and pulled his guitar out and slung it over his shoulder. "It will be tight but you can probably fit in here."
"You've gotta be freakin kidding me! I'm not getting in there!"
"Just get in the bloody case."
"Alright, alright I'm going. I still think it would be better if we freaked your mom out."
"Great, now I own a pet Imp digimon" Tyson said as a d-arc materialized on a strap on his coat without his noticing.

"Are you sure its around here somewhere Dorumon?" Shiki asked, as she kept checking between her D-arc and the empty night streets.

It was two weeks after Shiki met that weird ass boy in the Digital World, and the two hadn't had a chance to go into the Digital World again, although they were planning another trip in the near future. Hopefully they would be able to do their objective this time; Although Dorumon didn't say exactly what the DLF was ("the DLF is the DLF") Shiki had the distinct feeling it wasn't good. Although it wasn't her business, she had promised Dorumon she would help him out.

But between her duties of school, track and field, cram school and working at her family's music store it was hard to find enough time to go into the Digital World, although the off and on appearance of Digimon was proving good for getting Dorumon getting experience in fighting. He was doing rather well, although Shiki was trying to use the least amount of Digi Modify cards as possible in between getting Dorumon to actually fight. Dorumon had the power, he just didn't have the heart.

But on her way back from cram school, Dorumon had told her he had sensed a Digimon nearby, now they were looking for it.

"I'm positive!" Dorumon insisted before looking around, seeing a boy with a guitar case walking down the street. "Hey, let's ask him if he has seen anything strange."

"OK, but de-Digivolve to your In-Training mode," Shiki told him. Shiki had learned the names of the different levels of Digivolution. Apparently Dorumon can evolve further. If they could get him to get to those levels, he would be the strongest ever.

Dorumon nodded and after a flash of bright light Dorimon stood in his place. Shiki bent down and picked up her partner before walking up to the boy.

"Hey you-MILLS?!" Indeed it was Tyson Mills, a boy who was in her class. He was an emo, quiet boy who was horrendous in gym.

Tyson hurried off, he didn't want to get in trouble for being home late again and he certainly couldnt use "I found a digimon and brought it home" as an excuse. He looked up to see a girl coming toward him. Further looking made him recognize her as shiki taiga, the popular girl from his classes. He kept his head down hoping to avoid confrontation but sure enough he heard her say "Hey you-MILLS!?"
Dang! "Oh hey Shiki, I mean Taiga" curse this Japanese culture, "what brings you out here so late?"

Shiki put her hand on her hip, the other holding Dorimon, ignoring his slip up for the time being.

"I was at cram school," she told him with a frown. "More importantly, what are you doing out so late you slouch? I mean it certainly wasn't getting any exercise, that was sure. Although, it wouldn't hurt. Then maybe you could run fast enough to catch up the 2nd graders."

Tyson paid no attention to the insult, he has grown accustomed to this type of thing, especially coming from Shiki. "I was at a band gig" he said as he held up his guitar case. He noticed the stuffed animal in Shiki's arm. She didn't seem like the type of person to carry one around, maybe she was just being ironic. He recognized the animal to be of a digimon, he remembers because of the days when he used to play the card game. More digimon, just what he needs right now.

"Well, whatever," Shiki waved it off, completely uninterested. "Have you seen anything weird around here lately?" Might as well ask, although she didn't expect much considering it was coming from Tyson.

The more things that happened, the more Tyson got the feeling that Shiki knew what happened earlier and was trying to taunt him with it. Then again, if she did know things, she could tell him what is going on. Even if she didn't, showing Shiki an imp that hides in his guitar case would probably bring a satisfactory freak out and give just desserts. "Well now that you mention it, yes, something odd did happen tonight." He bent down and opened his guitar case.
"Aww man it's cramped in there!" Impmon exclaimed as he jumped out of the case.

OoC:
Translations:
Urusai yo - You're annoying.
Nan dayo, sore? Omae wa totemo hazukashii patonaa da yo! Chanto ore to hanasuzo! - What the hell is that? You're the most useless partner ever! Talk to me properly! (Extremely rude way of saying it)

BiC: Gikou was busy studying for his high school entrance exam when he felt a very obnoxious pecking on his forehead. He sighed.

"What is it, Watarigarasumon? You're so impatient ever since you Digivolved, I can't get you to calm down. Urusai yo."

"Nan dayo, sore? Omae wa totemo hazukashii patonaa da yo! Chanto ore to hanasuzo!"

"Fine, fine, I get it. I'll speak English. What is it this time? Another Wild One?"

"Yes! Yes! Come on, get off your lazy ass! Don't you want to get your blood flowing?"

"Not really. I'm studying. Go fight him yourself."

"But I need your cards, as much as I hate to say it! Move!"

Gikou grunted. "Fine. But after this, you let me study, you little prick." He fetched his D-Arc, which was firmly planted under no less than three pillows, a comforter, and a futon, to make sure he couldn't hear its incessant beeping. At least I'll get more data for Watarigarasumon. Maybe if I get enough he'll calm down.

Throwing on his hoodie and grabbing his aviator sunglasses, he pulled up his hood and left his house, following Watarigarasumon towards the Wild One.

"I knew I was right!" Dorimon said excitedly as he hopped out of Shiki's arms as an imp came out of Tyson's guitar case. "I told you there was another Digimon around her somewhere Shiki!"

Shiki was surprised that Tyson Mills of all people had a Digimon. She took out her D-arc and a picture of an imp appeared.

Impmon
Rookie
Virus Type
Main Attack: Badda-Boom

But what was Tyson doing with an Impmon? That's when she noticed a dark purple Digivice on his hip; it was a D-arc, just like hers. Tyson was a Tamer, just like her. She was about to say something when her D-arc (and Tyson's as well) beeped like crazy, a compass appearing on the screen.

Another Wild One.

"Leave that one to the dogs Dorimon," she told him as she grinned. "He won't be worth our time in a fight if he has Mills as a partner. Come on, a Wild One just appeared over by the park it seems. Let's go!"

Dorimon looked up at her and beamed, glad she wasn't forcing him to fight another partner Digimon.

"Right Shiki!" He agreed and in a flash of light he Digivolved into Dorumon. "See you later Mills! Impmon!"

With that, the two ran off towards the park leaving Impmon and Tyson behind without a word.

Gikou stood calmly in the midst of the Digital Field, wearing his aviator sunglasses and looking at what stood at the center. He looked at his D-Arc.

ToyAgumon
Rookie Level
Vaccine Type
Main Attack: Plastic Blaze

Gikou chuckled. This thing's a total joke. I'll kill it in seconds flat.

"Watarigarasumon! Get him!"

"I don't need your orders to know that! Tsubasakiri!"

Wararigarasumon's wings hardened to a razor edge as he dove towards ToyAgumon.

"Plastic Blaze!"

Watarigarasumon had to swerve to dodge the attack. Clearly pissed, he whirled around and began to recklessly attack from behind. Gikou watched dispassionately as he neared his target.

Curses! Not only had Shiki not explained anything to him, but she had cleverly dissed him. "Looks like you are officially my partner. So your a Tamer huh?" Impmon questioned.
"I guess, but what exactly is a tamer?" Tyson said.
"Well you use these cards and swipe them into your d-arc, that purple thing. They power me up and make it so I can fight better."
"I see. Well I better get home."

After getting home and getting an earful from his mother about how he shouldn't be home so late, Tyson went into his room and let Impmon out again. He then went to his closet and began rummaging through his stuff. "Watcha doin?" inquired Impmon.
"Looking for this" Tyson replied as he pulled out a binder. He opened it up to show that inside of it were tons of digimon cards. "Would these work with the uhh… d-arc?
"Yea, where did you get those things?"
"I used to be obsessed with this game when I was younger. Looks like keeping them around was a good idea." Tyson picked out the best 20 and put them in a small box which he attached to his belt. "Alright, let's toughen you up so we can prove Taiga wrong about us."
"Now we're talking!"

Ooc: cue eye of the tiger

ooc: Ok I need to go back and do this myself, but D-arc readings should be "Name, Level, Type, Main Attack" I just thought of it.

Bic: They ran into the park, noticing a rather large Digital Field. Shiki took out her sunglasses from her school bag, and put them on. They were black, just like the rest of her outfit.

"Come on Dorumon," she grinned and ran through the field. As they neared, they noticed what seemed to be a Lego dinosaur fighting some sort of raven. And the toy dinosaur was winning. Not that it surprised Shiki; Legoes hurt like a ♥♥♥♥♥ when stepped on.

"Dorumon, smash that Lego bastard to pieces," she told her partner. Dorumon looked at Shiki nervously.

"But that raven is fighting it," he told her, obviously not wanting to butt into the fight. Shiki gestured towards the battle.

"And getting his ass kicked," she told him. "Think about it this way; you're lending the poor bastard a helping hand."

"Ok," Dorumon relented before running towards the toy monster. "Dash Metal!"

With a well aimed strike, Dorumon utterly destroyed the monster. Shiki grinned. He was getting better.

Gikou was shocked for a brief moment. Some other Digimon had come in and...defeated the one he was fighting? But that had never happened! He wasn't even aware anything else could enter a Digital Field...

Composing himself, he ordered his Digimon, "Watarigarasumon. Absorb that dat-"

Watarigarasumon wheeled on the newcomer. "Just who the hell do you think you are, stealing my prey like that? That little bastard almost singed my wings! He deserved retribution from me, not some low-life Dorumon! Get the hell out of my sight!"

Gikou sighed. "Oh, will you just give it a rest? It's not that big a deal, the Digimon's defeated either way. Our job here's done."

"NO! He stole my prey, so now he's my prey! Kamisori Boomerang!!"

Gikou could only watch helplessly as Watarigarasumon threw himself at the newcomer. If he would just listen to me, he'd realize I can keep him from losing. Oh, well. Can't hurt to let him get beaten this once, just so long as I can get him away before he gets totally defeated.

Ari lay on his back, staring at the ceiling. He had been trying to concentrate for the last few hours, lying there on his floor, on returning to sanity. It had been two weeks, and the small creature he'd called Orange-kun wouldn't leave. No matter how many times he woke up, or how many times he slapped himself across the face, it wouldn't vanish. He was begining to think he might be hallucinating, or maybe the creature was some sort of clever trick. As Gigimon bit down on his ear, he tried not to scream. If he was a trick, he was a very, very good trick.

"Mr. Meanie! We haven't fought any other meanies at all! This isn't time for sleeping!" said Gigmon, yelling into Ari's ear as loud as he could. Ari tried to ignore the small creature, but Gigimon wouldn't be ignored. "There's probably loads of other Digimon out there having fights, and all you do is sit here in your room!" Ari didn't respond, and Gigimon grabbed his hood and tried to drag him out the door. "Come on, let's fight something!"

Suddenly, Ari remembered he was supposed to be somewhere. Cursing lightly under his breath, he grabbed a roll of tape on his dresser and a small metal object. Gigimon jumped excitedly, scrambeling into Ari's hood. "Oh boy, am I going to fight a meanie?"

Ari grinned despite himself, and despite his rule, talked to the small creature. "Not quite yet, Orange-kun. I've got a fight in ten minutes with a dumb pile of rocks named Ishi." He could hear Gigimon gasp as he started for the door. "Oh boy, are you going to Digivolve if you beat him?" Ari ignored him, but he kept going excitedly. As they passed the living room, Gigimon caught sight of Ari's mom. "Is that what you're going to Digivolve into, Mr. Meanie?"

"Sure, sure." said Ari, headed for the elevator. The fight was supposed to be at the usual spot, an alleyway past the old park, and he couldn't miss it. Ishi had hit him in the back of the head, and he'd punched him back, so they needed to settle things with a proper fight. Grabbing his bicycle, he started pedalling down the street, Gigimon laughing in glee as they sped through the late evening air.

Dorumon was panicking. All he was doing was helping him! If it wasn't for him, this raven would have had his butt kicked! But now he was attacking him?

"Dorumon! Use Metal Cannon!" Shiki's command knocked him out of his revive, and he quickly opened his mouth, following Shiki's instructions. She knew best after all.

"Metal Cannon!" The attack hit the raven at point blank, sending him spiraling backwards. With a growl, the raven flew up high before rushing at him again. He was nose bombing him. Dorumon quickly scampered backwards as the raven hit the ground face first. Dorumon flinched in sympathy. That looked like it had to hurt.

Shiki was watching the whole thing between this raven and Dorumon, and she had burst out laughing when the raven hit the ground.

"Oh my God," She howled, clutching her sides in laughter. "That was so pathetic! You're so weak. It wasn't even worth the effort! There would have been more of a fight from an In-Training Digimon!"

*****

The red blinking light disappeared off the radar as soon as it appeared. Rin clucked his tongue in disapproval. Even though for the most part the abominations disappeared as quickly as they appeared, there was still some lurking around that haven't managed to be killed off yet.

It pissed him off to no end he could do nothing but watch. The firewall had been weakening as of late, and that worried him. He had no idea why this was the case, but he knew that this spelled trouble especially if his superiors had caught wind of it. Luckily so far, there had been no riots due to the weakened firewall, but he wasn't sure how long that was going to last.

Something had to be done, and soon. They needed more power. They needed the power to do something. He just needed to get it.

OoC: I like the government dude who wants power. Very nice touch with that. Now I want to read more about the government in this one tho D:

Translations:
Ochitsuke - Calm down
Zen wa ichi, ichi wa zen - All is one, one is all
Kuso ningen - Damn human

BiC: Gikou swallowed his anger. Ochitsuke. Harsh words solve nothing. Maintain focus. Logic, and reason. Zen wa ichi, ichi wa zen. Peace. He repeated his mantra to himself until he was able to feel his normal calm again.

Composed, he turned his attention to the newcomer. It was a girl of average height, with tan skin and blond hair. She looked...too perfect, as if someone had drawn her to life rather than being born an actual human. The type of person you'd see on TV. It disgusted Gikou. Life had flaws; anyone who said otherwise was fooling themselves. She appeared to be on the track team, for she was still wearing her uniform, and by the way she carried herself and talked, Gikou could gather that she had a rather inflated opinion of herself. His opinion of her, however, fell with each passing moment.

"He wasn't weak, he just never landed a hit. Watarigarasumon was always a hasty one; he never likes to listen to me, and he just dives into battle without thinking. I figure he had that beating a long time coming, frankly."

"H-hey, don't talk about me like I'm not here...kuso ningen..."

Ignoring Watarigarasumon's weak reply, Gikou went on. "Just because you beat him doesn't mean he's weak, it just means his strengths weren't applied to their fullest extent. You'll never win consistently with an attitude like that."

ooc: Don't worry, you'll see more government later on. Just not at the moment.

Bic: Shiki grinned as she placed her hand on Dorumon's head lightly. A Tamer with a Digimon that didn't even listen to him? These two were weak excuses for fighters.

"The creed of the weak," she snorted. "Stop making God damn excuses for yourself and him, and work on getting better. Besides, Dorumon hasn't lost a battle yet, and he doesn't even like to fight. The way I'm doing things seem to be working. Perhaps you should take pointers?"

Gikou's stare turned flat. Inside, he was roiling. This person was really the worst kind of person.

"If you're so good at fighting, I'd like to see you land even one punch on me. As for your Digimon, if you're forcing it to kill other Digimon, you're no less weak than I, a Tamer who is, as of yet, incapable of getting his Digimon to do anything he wants it to. You're too weak to listen to its opinions; Digimon have feelings too. They live just like us. Let it have its own way, and we'll see how much your strength amounts to. As for physical strength, I'm willing to bet you can't even move me ten feet. Care to try?"

Ari slid to a stop outside the old park, leaping from his bicycle and trying to find that dumbass Ishi. He'd just gotten a message: Ishi wanted to change locations. Now it was the park, not the alley, and Ari could only help but wonder why he hadn't been informed of this change of plans.

Wrapping the tape around his knuckles, he placed the small metal object between two of his fingers and wrapped it in the tape. Gigimon looked at it with curiousity and whispered into his ear. "Uh...Mr. Meanie, what's that?" Ari grinned a little, then finished wrapping his knuckles. "That, my friend, is what I like to call my tsuribari...my hook. If things look bad, I switch hands and-" Ari made a slashing motion with his fist. "Hooks em'. Doesn't do much all wrapped up, but it causes more hitting then my normal punches."

Gigimon stared at the hidden object with distaste. "Seems kind of unfair, Mr. Meanie." Ari shrugged it off and scoped the park. Where was that idiot? He'd probably forgotten where the park was. Suddenly, he felt a sharp bite on his ear. Yelping in pain, he felt Gigimon hop excitedly to the ground.

"Look, Mr. Meanie! Queen Meanie's over there with another Digmon and his partner!" Ari looked over and noticed that the girl from the weird dream where he'd met Orange-kun was in fact in the middle of the park, standing across from some other boy and what looked like a crow. But that wasn't what drew Ari's attention the most. What drew his attention the most was that the other boy looked ready to fight.

Hopping over the fence, Ari sat down next to Gigimon. "Oh, this'll be a good one." He propped himself against the fence and grinned wickedly. "This is going to be great."

Gikou stood, staring calmly at the girl. No emotion. No expression. There was only him, and her. He mentally prepared himself for a fight, focusing so intensely he blocked out all other stimuli.

If she wanted to accept his challenge, she would be in for a world of hurt.