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1.  Board rules are in full effect.  If not familiar with them, take a look.  Worth a read.  Blah blah blah.
2.  Keep cussing to a minimum.  Nothing more volatile than Hell or Damn.  Shouldn't be a prob, but still...
3.  Characters are to be age 17-19.  "On the cusp of adulthood," so to speak.  The reason for this?  This story has to do with time travel.  And the type that we will be using will put our characters either growing younger or older.  This keeps four year olds from running around in the past with juggernaught Digimon of Mass Destruction.
4.  Keep Digimon choices away from Adventures Chosen Children's partners.  Of course, you can have a variation of one (BlackAgumon for example).
5.  As you may have guessed from that last line, yes, this story will have to do with Digimon "Adventure" and "Adventure 02."  Not knowing what "tri." will be about yet, this tale will take place within an alternate universe...  but will start at about the same time frame (Tai and the others will be 17-ish years old).
6.  Fan Made Digimon are A-OK.  Also, fan-made attacks are A-OK.
7.  *NEW* Players may invent NPCs, for the purpose of advancing the story.  NPCs, unless indicated otherwise by their creator, cannot be controlled by anyone but the player who created them.





Union Crossing

A metropolis built upon a man-made island seated in the coast of Japan, and tethered to the island nation by underwater subway routes, and kept afloat by a set of drilling tunnels that were placed into the ocean floor decades upon decades ago, originally used to drill for oil.  The drilling effort was in vain, however, as only minute amounts of crude oil could be found.  It was decided to turn the drilling platform into a city, and this city has grown from a modest experiment into a true melting pot of cultures.
Crossing has several different landmarks, but its most prominent is the Saturnus Building, a monument and business center dedicated to the company that funded the construction of the city itself.  It is surrounded by the city's business sector, and is located at the center of the island.  Another area is cloistered off to itself on the Western edge of the City, completely devoted to Crossing University, a top rated College that students the world over seek to be enrolled into.
In addition, the island is home to a market district, with a Mall at its center, to allow its residents all the "Comforts of home."
Each individual district of the city is bound together by underwater tunnels that are strung about the island.  The subway also connects the City to many stations along the island nation adjacent's coast.
NOTABLE LOCALES (Updated as Revealed)

A multi-level high-rise apartment complex located between the Market District and the University, ideal for students to live in due to the proximity to both.  As such, much of the tenants at Happy Hills are around College Student Age, or have children who around that age.  Among its many residents, Log, Land and "Ms. Girl-Next-Door" live in Happy Hills. 





The "Digital World Version" currently in progress.  It exists as a mountain range, surrounded by spherical land-masses, called Terminals.  These Terminals orbit around the levitating Mountain, called "Olympia," which is the headquarters of the Olympos XII.  Each Terminal is an environment specific area that is governed by a member of the Olympos XII.  That being said, there are 13 Terminals in all, with the 13th being the former domain of Plutomon.



  • Evergreen Terminal

The closest of the Terminals to Olympia.  A forested region that is home to a castle, nestled in a field of giant mushrooms, and many nature-spirits digimon.  Ruled over by Ceresmon, watched over by her Generals, Rosemon and Lotosmon.  




Code"Logan 'Log' Jacobs"

NAME: Logan Jacobs

AGE: 19
PHYSICAL APPEARANCE: Brown hair, between short and medium-length. Dark blue eyes. Wears monochrome styled t-shirts (blacks, whites and grays) and jeans. Comfortable looking shoes.
PERSONALITY: Witty and sarchastic, but loyal to those who show such loyalty towards him. Jacobs is defensive around new people, almost analytical, as if he is sizing them up and gauging what they are like based on their actions and words. Once he determines a person is "Good," he is easy-going and jokes around with said person... but if that person is deemed "Bad" or ends up betraying his expectations of them, he will treat them with sarchasm and short, snide remarks. He is a kind person somewhere deep down, but is also a vengeful soul and will not hesitate to harm someone who has harmed him or someone close to him.
BIOGRAPHY: Orphaned when he was just old enough to remember his parents, Logan Jacobs was taken in by his Father's parents and was raised by them. He was brought up on the heroic tales of his Grandfather, a WWII Veteran whom shared with Logan his romantic ideals regarding Loyalty to Others. This single ideal was a core principle that Logan placed at the center of his universe, and slowly developed as he grew... until it became more of a creed than an ideal.

A college student, studying Mathematics and Computer Science, Logan Jacobs is about to have his sense of loyalty put to the test, and be tossed into a world he never knew even existed... into a world that will challenge the principles he holds dear, and will either fortify them... or shatter them utterly against cruel, cruel reality.

NAME: "Jigoku" / BlackGabumon
BIOGRAPHY: Once a powerful member of the Olympos XII, "Jigoku," as Plutomon, ruled over a subsection of the Digital World's "Hell," the realm known as the Dark Area. However, watching from afar the exploits of Digimon, and seeingthe great injustices being committed across the Digital World, Plutomon went against his brother, Jupitermon's wishes and left his Kingdom behind to personally bring wrong-doers to justice. His cruel methods have become infamous within the Digital World, and he was a relentless predator, imprisoning and punishing far beyond the crimes committed. For this reason, Plutomon was stripped of his power, reverting to his "BlackGabumon" form, and was put into exile, his Kingdom being taken over by another of the rulers of the Dark Area. His trust shattered, BlackGabumon began to scheme a way to take back his throne, to regain his lost power and to completely and utterly destroy the remaining members of the Olympos XII for what they had done... however, his curious destiny tied him to Logan Jacobs, a human who is a polar opposite to him and his goals, valuing trust and loyalty above all else, where Jigoku reasons he has no need for either of these.

ROOKIE - BlackGabumon
1. Black Spitfire - Fires a jet of pitch-black flames from his mouth at the enemy.
2. Ebon Horn - An upward headbutt that often impales enemies upon his horn.

CHAMPION - BlackGaogamon
1. Spiral Blow - Fires a powerful vortex of wind from its mouth at the enemy.
2. Dash Double Claw - Charging at the foe, Jigoku slashes with both claws in an "X-shape" as he passes the foe.

ULTIMATE - Cerberumon X
1. Hellfire - Spews emerald flames upon the enemy from its maw.
2. Infernal Gate - Summons a black gate beneath the opponent, where bits of the Dark Area seep through and hold the enemy in place for a few moments. May drag weak foes into Dark Area, destroying them completely.

MEGA - Plutomon
1. Black Dogs - Summons ethereal hounds to chase down an opponent and restrain them if neccesary.
2. Hell Spear - Fires a black energy burst from hands that impales opponent, holding them in place.
3. Ebon Edict - Spreads arms wide, dark energy gathering at both hands, as a powerful set of ethereal black jaws appears, opening wide, and devouring an enemy whole, sending them straight to the Dark Area.

SUPER-MEGA - Plutomon True Hell King Mode
1. Hell Gate - a larger version of Ebon Edict that opens up beneath several enemies' feet, devouring those with unforgiveable sin in their hearts.
2. Ebony Blades - attacks enemies with the crimson and black swords awarded to him by his kin for attaining this form. Each fatal strike has a chance of summoning Black Dogs from the broken bits of data.
3. Hell Fountain - summons a geiser of emerald flames, that burns at those with unforgiveable sins in their hearts.

StratusNova | "Madison Maxwell Hutchinson"

NAME: Madison Maxwell Hutchinson

AGE: 21


PHYSICAL APPEARANCE: Madison stands unimpressive at 5'9" he has unkempt shoulder length reddish brown hair that matches his scraggly beard. He covers his hazel eyes with round lens beatnik prescription glasses and wears a worn light gray hoodie over concert t-shirts with dark jeans. He almost never wears shoes.

PERSONALITY: Madison spends most of his time online. He dislikes talking to people face to face ,even on Skype, and has difficulty trusting people. His default position on nearly any situation is one of skepticism. He believes that when it comes to people you can always count on them to do what they believe is best for themselves.

BIOGRAPHY: Out of high school Madison started a printing company with his best friend. After a year his "friend" took off with the profits and Madison's fiancè. Ever since then Madison has shut out the outside world except for supply runs. He stays afloat by performing webmaster duties and making shrewd investments. Though he makes a fair wage he doesn't have anyone he could call a friend, even his dealings online are short and impersonal.

DIGIVICE COLORS: Gun Metal Grey with Silver accents.



BIOGRAPHY: Ryudamon is something of a sleeper cell of sorts. His ties to the Olympos XII (Isn't it 13 if Plutomon is there?) unclear even to himself. He's tasked with keeping an eye on the renegade Plutomon in his exiled form. The clever mon thought it best to accomplish this by connecting himself to one of Plutomon's traveling companions, A boy who calls himself Madison. Little does he know that this moody introvert's destiny is tied to his own.

ROOKIE - Ryudamon
-Lai Blade (Fires a katana blade from his mouth)
-Helmet Return (Headbutt)
CHAMPION - DinoHyumon
-Lizard Dance(A series of slashes with all weapons)
-Akinakes (a swing with the large sword Akinakes)
ULTIMATE - Paildramon
-Desperado Blaster( Fires an energy wave from the two organic cannons growing from its arms, like a machine-gun )
-Cable Catchers (Shoots a long rope of its arms, or fires a spear and fights with this spear )
MEGA - Merukimon
-Thousand fists (Attacks with lightning fast punches)
-Spirtual Enchant (Summons apparations from his knife)
SUPER-MEGA - Merukimon Voodoo Mode (created)
-Mirror Image (Creates after images of himself and strikes with his knife Aztec)
-Kerykeion (Drains energy from the opponent with his Kerykeion spear)
-Kerykeion Blast (uses energy drained from opponent to form a giant blast)

HummingGillz"Elise Linne"

NAME: Elise Linne
AGE: 18
GENDER: Female
PHYSICAL APPEARANCE: Blond with dark, chocolate brown eyes. She usually keeps her long hair in a high ponytail, otherwise it ends at the small of her back. A tad short for the average 18-year-old, Elise’s usual attire consists of a light pink spaghetti strap tanktop with a hot pink short-sleeved crop hoodie along with light beige capris. Her favorite shoes are open-toed heels about an inch tall.
PERSONALITY: Outgoing but somewhat vain about her appearance. She can be overdramatic about non-ideal situations, and doesn’t really think about what she says when words leave her mouth. She takes things personally and can get angry as a result. Regardless of her faults, Elise’s heart is in the right place most of the time. She just doesn’t know how to show it all that well.
BIOGRAPHY: All the way through junior high and high school, Elise found herself swept up in the world of beauty, make up, and fashion. It was fun to always be part of the crowd that followed the fashion trend. Yet along the way, she sort of lost herself. Was it right to always go where everyone else was going? She didn’t know. Now that she’s a freshman in college as a fashion design major, she has no idea how to really express herself. It’s been nagging at the back of her mind as of late, but it’s been showing itself in her failed college assignments.

DIGIVICE COLORS: White and Rose Pink

NAME: Sistermon Blanc (“Rabbit”)
BIOGRAPHY: Sistermon Blanc is a somewhat introverted Digimon. She may be quiet and shy, but she always tries her best when the situation calls for it. Sistermon Blanc was sent as a peacekeeper of sorts between Ryudamon and BlackGabumon, since it seemed inevitable that the two would end up fighting anyway.

ROOKIE Sistermon Blanc
1. Divine Pierce - Pierces the opponent with the Cross Barbée.
2. Protect Wave - Generates a protective wave by stabbing the butt end of the Cross Barbée into the ground.

1. Down Tornado - Spreads its wings, engulfing the opponent in an intense whirling cold wind and feathers, tearing them apart with its sharp-pointed feathers.
2. White Marie – Lifts up vicious whirlwinds towards the opponent.

ULTIMATE Hippogriffomon
1. Heat Wave - Spits out an extremely high-temperature wind.
2. Sonic Voice – Lets out a high-pitched scream that only aggravates its enemy’s hearing. Has no effect on those it sees as allies.

MEGA Venusmon
1. Healing Therapy - Makes the opponent's fighting spirit vanish just by caressing their head.
2. Love You - Blows a kiss that makes the opponents who receive it fall over from the shock.
3. Peace Fantasia - Has Olive (the dove sitting on Venusmon’s right hand) prick the opponent in the head, making it have peaceful intentions no matter what kind of ferocious personality it has.

SUPER-MEGA Venusmon Exquisiteness Mode (Created)
1. Venus Love Me Chain – Whips/Wraps around the opponent with her chain made of the finest jewels.
2. Beautiful Heart – Forms a heart with her hands and then sends a beam of bursting energy in a rolling, corkscrew motion.
3. True Love – Pierces the enemy in the heart with her sword that is so beautiful, it shines too brightly for anyone to see.




"Landon Petrov"

Name: Landon "Land" Petrov

Age: 21

Gender: M

Personality: Light-hearted, care-free. A bit of a "Why should I care?" attitude about most things. In addition, Land, as he likes to be called, is just as witty and sarcastic as Logan, making the two quite the combination when working in tandem or in opposition of one another. Land tries not to take life too seriously, and chastises those who do... but at the same time, he has a strong sense of justice buried somewhere beneath that facade and will not back down from a fight for a just cause.

Phys. Appearance: Auburn hair, more brown than red in color, shoulder length, often tied back into a pony tail with a few bits of his bangs hanging down before his face. He has a full beard of the same rusty brown color as his hair and often runs around his home shirtless, sometimes even opting to leave the house shirtless. When he is forced to cloth himself completely, however, he often wears button-up t-shirts and on occasion t-shirts from his favorite franchises, such as DC, Marvel, Saban, etc. Wears cargo shorts and sandals.

Biography: Land Petrov has been a friend of Logan's since the two were children. Land's family was rent in-two by a nasty divorce decades ago, when he was still a boy. His younger brother, Leo, and his Father moved away, leaving him in the custody of his Mother, who was a bit of a "Hippy" for lack of a better term. She cared deeply for her son, and made sure he always had a place to stay and food to eat, whereas his Father was an abusive alcoholic whom had been in and out of prison since before the brothers were born. Land inherited his mother's carefree spirit, and because of this made some rather haunting mistakes in his teenage years... one of which being an unplanned pregnancy. His girlfriend at the time wanted to abort the baby, but Land's insistence that she not go through with it won her over. The two married and were happy... for a time. After High School, the two inevitably split. Land now works as a Shift Manager at a local Pizzeria, living with Log whom took him in after the fallout of Land's divorce settlement. He tries desperately to maintain a relationship with his son, Cason, who is 6-years-old now, and not repeat the mistakes his Father made raising Land and Leo.

"Violet Rhodes"

Name: Violet "Vi" Rhodes

Age: 20

Gender: F

Personality:  Feisty, but good natured.  She is incredibly outspoken, and will not hesitate to tell you what she thinks, no matter who it may offend.  A bit competitive, and at times moody, Violet wears these masks to hide her insecurities regarding herself.  In truth, she has self-esteem issues as well as difficulties trusting others.  Through no fault of her own, she isolates herself from others, not daring to get close enough to make friends, for fear of how they will judge her for her "off-putting" personality.

Phys. Appearance:  Red hair, cut just above the shoulders and combed out of her face, parting on the left side.  She has unique eyes, one being green and the other brown, both baring a sunflower-like pattern that surrounds her pupils, a brilliant gold in color.  She is of average height, and a curvy build.  She wears an orange and black striped shirt, and blue jeans when first introduced, as well as a pair of gray tennis shoes.  She wears a unique lightning-bolt shaped necklace, hidden beneath her shirt.

Biography: Hardly a princess growing up, Violet was raised by a Single Mother, with a competitive set of Elder brothers, Vince and Vance, with Vince being the middle child in their family.  Her home life did not leave much room for lady-like influences, and she was raised a tom-boy.  She developed a unique personality because of this, becoming incredibly independant, and outspoken.  This caused her to grow up a bit socially awkward, unable to make and keep friends for very long because of her attitude.


However, around the time that she and Vince began attending High School, their older brother, Vance, joined the Military and was shipped out to the front lines, in the Middle East.  Vance did not return from his first deployment, leaving their family devastated.  Vince and Violet, as a result, grew closer, and neither stays out of contact with one another for very long, despite the distance that the two have grown apart thanks to their lives.  She wears a lightning bolt necklace, that was made by Vance when she was younger--a treasured keepsake that she rarely leaves without.



Time flows like a raging river...  and unbeknownst to some, our actions are small ripples in its current.  But ripples have never been capable of altering its flow...  that is, until now.  Until the day that one of those ripples grew, becoming a hole.  An obstruction in the flow of time.
And now...  something terrible is beginning to unfold.
The alarm buzzed to life across the room.  Flinging his covers aside, Logan Jacobs staggered across the room, still half-asleep.  Reaching his destination, he fumbled with the alarm clock, finally slamming his palm down atop it to silence it.  He yawned, as he cut it off, so that it would not repeat that awful noise in a few minutes, and slunk back to his bed.  He did not return to sleep, but merely sat there, smacking his lips and closing his eyes, trying his best to manage his exhaustion.
He had been up most of the night prior trying to complete some rather complicated Math homework.
Well, maybe complicated wasn't the right word.  Complicated for his peers maybe...  but for Log...  the real problem he had ran into was the sheer amount of problems he had taken on.  He had missed a few homework assignments weeks prior because of a Family emergency...  and was trying to make it up by taking on extra credit assignments.
And his overzealous attitude had made numbers his enemy until 5:00AM.  The glaring red numbers across the room, once again his enemy, stared at him, shining out the digits "7:01AM."  Two hours.  He had gotten two hours of sleep.  And he felt like he had been sleeping beneath the marching feet of a parade.
Nevertheless, Log placed palms on his knees, and hefted himself up from the side of his bed.  His stagger did not improve as he moved to the closet, clicked on the light, wenced and nearly hissed as the light clicked on, and started through his clothing to try and find something for him to wear.
He settled on a gray shirt with a charcoal geometric shape etched into it, and a pair of jeans.  He slipped them on, and marched to the door of his bedroom, slipping on his black skater shoes, and opened the door, taking a few steps into the living room of his apartment.
At the living room table, seated on the floor, was his roomate, Landon Petrov.  He was shorter, and stubbier than Log, had auburn hair about shoulder length, tied back into a pony-tail, and a full beard of about the same color.  He had no shirt on--as he often did not--making the tattoos on his right shoulder and left arm clearly visible.  Green eyes were glazed over, clearly as half-asleep as Log was, but even so, staring blankly at the television as he silently munched on a bowl of cereal.  Teen Titans Go! was playing on the television...  a show that Log hated because of the fact that he had seen the show that inspired it, from which "Go!" was a gross deviation.
The two had been friends for a long time.  Far longer than they had lived together.  Though they joked and picked at one another...  this was their way of having one another's backs.  Log recognized that, and held their friendship very dearly.  To him, Landon was less a friend and more a Brother, who did not share blood heritage with him.
"Work today?"  Log spoke, breaking Land away from his program.  His voice was deep, gravelly.
"Yeah.  9:00AM. Class?"  Landon's voice, by contrast, was deep, but crisp in nature.
"Yeah."  Log answered.  "No time for breakfast, either.  Got to get to the subway."
Land raised an eyebrow, a sly grin upon his face.  "I'm sure."
"What?"  Log spoke, grabbing up his messenger bag full of books and supplies for school.
"I've seen the way you've been making goggle eyes at our new neighbor, dude."  Land answered, using his hands to make a mock-binoculars gesture over his eyes.
"What does that have to do with anything?"
"Classes are at 8:30AM.  I can get you there in thirty minutes by car, and you decide to take the slow, slow--"  he explained.  Log began to try and interrupt him, but Land raised a finger to silence him.  "I'm not done yet!"  he added, before continuing.  "Super, duper, amazingly slow subway."
"The last time we took your car, dude, it broke down.  I ran an hour late to class.  I might as well not even have gone to that one, dude...  I was completely lost in the Professor's lecture."  Log defended himself.  "I take the train, I get there...  semi-on-time."
"And the fact that little Miss Girl-next-door rides the Subway too is just an added bonus, I guess?"  Landon chided.
Log and Land exchanged narrowed eye glares, before Log finally broke their silence.  "Yes."  he answered simply.  "Yes, it is.  An amazing, super-duper added bonus."  he mocked his friend.  "Where do you even string words together like that?  Who does that?"
"I do.  Up here."  Land said, tapping his left temple.  "Now get out of here, Jacobs...  before your one-true-love leaves your butt at the station."
Log nodded, snapping off a mock salute, as Land shook his head with a wry smile.
"Are you certain this was wise?"  the young woman spoke, her voice echoing against the great marble halls that the two collossal figures marched down.  "He is your brother, afterall."  She did not walk, she seemed to stride through the air, as if flying.  Bright complexion was shielded from the environs by white cloth, golden armored plates and a flowing blue cape that seemed composed of scales.  Her head was adorned with a beautiful crown of golden blades.
Her husband, a stern figure in golden armor, with a sprout of angelic wings rising up from the "ears" of his helmet, did not show his face from beneath his armor, but it was very clear he was grimacing at his wife.  "What was I to do, Junomon?"  he demnaded of her.  She lowered her eyes from him, in response.  Jupitermon raised a gauntletted hand to his face, his feathery white cloak shifting a bit against the marble-cut tile that stretched out before the two.  "He is my brother...  but what he has done shall bring shame to us all."
"Plutomon was seeking what we all seek, Jupitermon."  she said.  "A brighter future for our world."
"And his methods have insured that none shall attain that pipe-dream, don't you see that?!"  he snarled.  "I have...  I have had enough.  Plutomon shall never be spoken of again in my presense.  For me...  my brother is dead.  And we XIII Olympians have become one short."
"PAH!  Like I need some dopey little brother, anyways..."  the short, stubby Digimon mumbled beneath his breath.  "I work better alone.  Everyone knows that.  They haven't done anything to weaken me, the fools!"  he spoke.  Despite his words, though, he had originally been much taller...  and much more menacing to behold.
But his attitude was the same.  Arrogant.  Self-Assured to the point of cockiness.  This was the essense of Plutomon...  sealed up in the small frame of a BlackGabumon.  He sneezed a bit, wiping his nose with a furred arm, grumbling to himself.  "Stupid Rookie Form...  didn't have allergies before..."  he murmured.

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Madison, or as his ex friend used to call him Mad Max, sat at the computer screen pouring over the lines of code.

"Gotcha!" he exclaimed into the dimly lit, empty room around him. He quickly extracted the errant lines and closed the CGI Script he'd been working on.

Looking at his desktop clock he noticed the time rolling over to four in the morning.


"Well this page should be fine for awhile. I'll bill them after a little power nap." The loneliness had started to grate of Madison, and so he had taken to speaking, just to hear a human voice. "The rest can wait till afternoon."


A year, well near enough not to make a difference. An entire year had passed since the chestnut headed twenty-something had gone into seclusion. His father, always one for the 'Buck Up' approach, had thought it an extreme reaction. Still Madison couldn't take being around people anymore. His heart was heavy, then again he felt that was reasonable when your best friend of five years and business partner steals said business out from under you and leaves the state with your fiancè. He looked back at the calendar.

"An entire year..." He mumbled as he crawled onto his futon and went to sleep.



Ryudamon looked out of the underbrush at the black color digimon before him. Thankful for the facts that Plutomon didn't have his sharper senses in this form and the apparent allergies that further obscured his presence from the once great Olympian.


I've got to come up with something better than this. I can't just follow him around forever he'll catch on eventually, Jupitermon is counting on me.

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A hushed voice. Usually assertive and exaggerated, and maybe sometimes whiny. Right now, however, the feminine voice was soft and full of tension.


“No, maybe like this… Hmm, but then again, this angle would be better than the side… But that wouldn’t show off the color in that kind of light, and then the setting wouldn’t match with that kind of fabric.”


The blond young woman with a pony tail gripped the stubbed graphite pencil as if her life depended on it, making the tiniest of details on the drawing paper. She sat on the seat with the back of her open-toed heels right on the edge, curled up and perfectly balanced. Her bright pink purse sat on her right side, tucked safely next to her elbow. The ride on the subway, despite how agonizingly slow it could be, was not a very smooth one. This did not deter Elise in any way whatsoever, and her perfect drawing of the model showed that she was indeed quite skilled in drawing while sitting in a moving vehicle. The girl shifted a bit, adjusting her matching crop hoodie and tucking part of her bangs behind one ear before continuing with her sketch.


Her brow was furrowed and her dark brown eyes stared intensely at the sketch. She made a sweeping movement with her left hand, frowned, erased the line furiously, and made the same movement again at a slightly different angle.


“If I do it like this, I’ll have to make sure it matches with the overall theme. Maybe I can add… But no, that might detract from the background. That’s just as important. And I have to make this later once the professor approves of my draft, so I have to keep the cost of the materials into account. Silk would be nice to use in a wedding theme, but I don’t think I could do it with my budget. At least I’m not restricted on colors, that’s a huge relief. But I can’t do a traditional white, the prof said nothing traditional, but maybe I can…”


Elise was currently on her way to school. Class didn’t start until 11 am, but she wanted to go to the library and work on the sketch some more before getting her professor’s approval.


The other passengers in the subway car made sure to sit or stand as far away from the girl as possible. There was nothing really weird about her. She just had this horrible habit of whispering out her thoughts like she was possessed by a demon waiting to ruin an exorcism. At least this was all during the day. It would be much creepier at night.




It was remarkable how similar Sistermon Blanc looked to a young human girl. In fact, the only thing she was missing was human ears. But never mind that. Her rabbit "cap" with its long soft rabbit ears pricked up slightly, and she took note of BlackGabumon's muttering and Ryudamon's slightly anxious breathing. Venusmon had always been on neutral terms with Merukimon, but she had never really worked with him on anything before. In this Rookie form, however, Sistermon Blanc was much more introverted and quiet, whereas Venusmon was... well, quite a handful of a personality.


For now, BlackGabumon did not sense the two. When did he start having allergies? What was he even allergic to? She wanted to walk out and ask him, but now was definitely not the time.


She gently prodded Ryudamon with a finger, careful to keep her gold Cross Barbee out of sight should BlackGabumon catch a glimpse of it. "How long are we going to hide here...?" she whispered. "He's going to find us, you know. We should think of a plan other than stalking him."  

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[Happy Hills Apartments]


Stepping out into the hallway, Log closed the door and started towards the end of the corridor.  Around the time that he would pass in front of her door, she would be headed out for school as well.  He felt a bit bad for having planned out his days around this moment, but pushed that feeling aside as he got closer to the door...  and just as he was about to pass in front of it--


"Hey, Dip-stick!"  he heard Land call out from their own apartment.  He froze in his tracks, as he turned slightly, to see what in the world was so important, at a time like this.  He could hear her door opening, footsteps as she exited and closed and locked the door behind her as he did.  This had better have been good.  "Chilly out today!  Don't forget your jacket!"


No.  He wouldn't.  Not now.  Log spoke inwardly, as Land smiled, as if reading his mind.  He raised his left hand up, revealing the wadded clothing gripped tightly, and rared back lobbing it down the corridor at Log.  Log was stupified, as the jacket unfolded, draping over him like a net...  as well as another person who got caught in its range.  The two tumbled to the ground, as Land chuckled at the other end of the corridor, slinking back into the apartment, closing and locking the door behind him.


Log struggled--not to so much break free of the clothing article, but to help the passerby do so.  When he saw who had been caught in the crossfire of this stupid little game of theirs, the color drained from his face.  Eyes the color of sunflowers glared up at Log, as the young woman climbed to her feet, refusing Log as he issued his hand to her, to help her to her feet.  She dusted off her blue and orange striped shirt, and jeans.  "Your..."  she eyed Log suspiciously.  "'friend' has quite an arm on him."  she said, though her tone and body language made it obvious she was not complimenting Land.  "He learn that on the field?"


Despite her obvious sarcasm, Log still went along with it.  "No, he doesn't actually play Football or anything...  he--"  he started, the young woman narrowing her eyes and combing locks of red hair out of her face with her right hand.  "...n-nevermind.  I'm sorry about all of this."


She seemed to calm a bit at this, closing her eyes and sighing.  "It's alright...  no harm done, just...  be more careful, alright?  The next person you try to tackle in the hall may end up being a bit more fragile than me."


Tackle?  Her?  Log blushed a bit.  "You two have been living down the hall from me for a while and I don't even know your names."  she said.  "The least you could do is oblige me with that after what happened."


"Oh...  right."  Log spoke, as he snatched up his jacket, and started down the corridor, with the young lady at his side.  "Logan Jacobs...  and that's my roommate, Landon."


"Logan and Landon, huh?"  she said, looking up as if making a mental note.  "Got it."


Logan blinked a few times as they neared the elevator.  "Wait...  you aren't planning to press charges against us for what happened or anything like that, right?"


She gave a wry smile.  "Guess you'll just have to wait and see, huh?"  she joked.  The two stood in silence for a few moments before the young lady broke out into laughter.  "Nah, I'm not that cold."  she said with a chuckle.  "My name is Violet Rhodes."  she introduced herself.  "A pleasure to meet you."




[Evergreen Terminal - Foot of Olympia]


BlackGabumon's ears perked up a bit.  His nose was gone...  that was true.  His new-found allergies had seen to that...  but his since of hearing--one of his most keen senses of all, second only to smell--was perfectly intact.  And though he could not make out fine details, he definitely could hear someone whispering in the brush.  However, he was far too clever to simply confront them.  He had to make sure they hadn't caught on to his finding out they were there, in the underbrush, watching his every move...  he had to lull them into a false sense of security...  and when the time was right, strike back in ambush against his pursuers!


But that would be much harder now that he was only at a fraction of the strength he once boasted.  The best option he had was to lead them away from their current hiding place, lose them and sneak up on them from the side or back.


Whoever was spying on him would rue the day that they had messed with BlackGabumon.


((Next post, I'll be on the subway car, heading to class alongside Gillz's character.))

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Madison rolled over the edge of his futon, and with a dull thunk hit the floor several inches below him.

"Good morning, Maddy" 

He mumbled sarcastically as he dragged himself off the floor and shuffled to the kitchenette of his studio apartment.

Cat naps being the only form of sleep he got now he was always groggy right after waking up. His body ,moving on muscle memory alone, reached up to the cabinet over the stove and grabbed the blue lidded plastic storage container that confined one of the very few things the jaded young man took any enjoyment in anymore. A promotional cereal from some cartoon about some monkey he was uninterested in. It was however the chocolate cereal with banana flavored marshmallows that allowed Madison enjoy breakfast each morning.

Shaking the container out of habit, Madison became aware in a moment.

"NOT EVEN A BOWL!" he shouted looking into the nearly empty container with shock. "How did I let this happen?" the disappointed youth questioned aloud.

Sighing in resignation, Madison slammed the container back into it's residence in the cabinet. Dejectedly walking to the door he snatched the light gray hoodie from the coat hook and slid it on. Checking for his keys first, he bolted the door behind him.

Unfortunately Uncle Chimpy's Jungle Pops were no longer carried in most grocery stores, but Madison had a supplier. The bargain bin shop over by the college still had a large supply of them.

Of course that meant riding the damn subway. If he was lucky he would get a seat, pull his hood up, and stare at the floor. Maybe, just maybe, no one would try to strike up a conversation with him.




Ryudamon looked back at the female humanoid infront of him with wide eyes. Waving his hands then raising a single claw to his mouth pleading with her for silence.

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Sistermon pouted and then crossed her arms at Ryudamon's plea for silence. Venusmon herself had never quite been one to sneak around and be quiet. But if the two of them were going to just sit there and stare at BlackGabumon, then sure, she could be quiet.


But it was all so BORING.

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Real World; Subway


To say he was nervous was an understatement.  Log and Violet stood a few inches from each other on the subway.  And after what had happened, she was actually striking conversations with him.  "So, what's your major?"  she asked.


"Huh?"  he answered, dumbfounded.


"I said, 'Major.'  That thing that you are going to school for."  Violet smiled a bit.


"O-oh...  right."  he said, looking down at the floor.  Get ahold of yourself, dammit!  he screamed inwardly.  "Computer Science...  but I really am more interested in Mathematics."


Violet gritted her teeth and winced at that ugly word at the end of his sentence.  "Never been one for mathematics or numbers.  I am pretty formidable when it comes to Literature, though."


He felt a bit more at ease now.  This wasn't an awkward conversation starter anymore...  he could tread here without much fear.  "I assume that's the field you are pursuing?"


"Journalism, actually."  she smiled.  "I enjoy Classical Literature, though.  I'm taking it on just for the fun of it."


"I see..."  he spoke, feeling an awkward silence beginning to creep in.




Digital World; Evergreen Terminal

BlackGabumon started forward at a fairly leisurely pace.  He thought about starting to whistle, but he felt that such a cheesy stereotype would give him away.  Instead, he decided it best to keep his eyes forward and his body language fairly neutral.  Do not let his watchers know what was coming...  until...


Too late!


His three-digit feet dug into the dirt, as he sprinted forward, the four-armed fur he bore flying behind him as he dashed.  A few branches slapped, snagged and snapped against him as he charged, trying to put as much distance between himself and his pursuers...  taking wild turns and zigging and zagging amongst the trees, in an attempt to lose them in the foliage...  whoever they might be.




Across time, across space...  events had already began to play out.  The clockwork watcher stared, arms folding behind his back as he gave a curt nod.  The plight of the BlackGabumon, the two Digimon whom had pursued him following his exile...  the trio of young adults who had all unknowingly united on the same Subway cart...  everything was about to collide.  The tools that they needed to survive were already on the way, crossing those barriers and shattering them one by one, bridging the invisible walls between these events, these very different worlds...


...and though the danger would be great, the reward would be greater, should they succeed in conquering the trial, fast approaching them.

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While BlackGabumon leisurely began to walk, Sistermon began to move as quietly as possible with Ryudamon following just behind her. Finally, he had started to move! But it was still very boring just moving along in silence. She certainly wished Ryudamon would take a more direct approach to these sort of things.


However, BlackGabumon suddenly dashed forward, and it took all of Sistermon's attention to catch on and not lose him despite his head start. With him zigzagging and making his way speedily around the trees, it was evident that he knew that the two of them were there all along. Clutching her three-ponged golden weapon in her right hand, she burst out from behind the bush and tried to keep BlackGabumon within her sights, with Ryudamon right beside her. There was no point in keeping out of sight while chasing him down now.


Why couldn't they have all just talked about this in the first place? Now they had to go running around exhausting themselves and possibly prepare for a fight, the latter of which Sistermon preferred not to participate in if she could help it. She didn't want to get her clothes dirty.

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Ryudamon chased after his charge with all the speed he could muster, Although it was becoming apparent that with his current agility BlackGabumon would lose them in the trees quickly.

Think, Ryu. THINK

 "That's it!" The four legged lizard shouted. "I didn't think great mons ran from an altercation."

If he's really Plutomon...His pride won't let him run.I hope The samurai lizard silently prayed.

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Sorry for long wait.  I've had some stuff going on offline, but I'm good and able to commit now.


Long story short, I hate my family.  Not my wife and not my mother or grandmother, but my aunts and uncles?  Wouldn't piss on them if they were on fire right now.


Also, hours have picked up at work.  I may be going full-time soon.  If that happens, will have to adjust to schedule and work online interaction into it.  No idea how long it will take.  Will keep you both posted.))


BlackGabumon was well on his way to escaping his pursuers...  however, as he darted behind a tree, picking up the pace, a single sentence made his ears perk a bit.


"I didn't think great mons ran from an altercation."


He skidded to a halt, pausing a moment on the path.  He gritted his teeth, fists tightening.  Who would dare say something like that?  He was trying desperately to calm himself, but to no avail.  His pride...  his temper got the better of him.


He turned on his heels, to face whatever was chasing him.  "Who dares insult the great Plutomon with such nonsense?!"  he demanded, puffing out his chest and folding his arms across it.  His rounded pupils were tiny black slits, and a single vein was visible on his neck, throbbing with the fire that seemed to pump through it and the rest of the vein and blood-vessel like network that ran beneath his skin.

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(It's okay, don't worry about it! Let me know when you want the online interaction thing to happen and I'll set it up!)


Sistermon had to dig into the dirt with the back of her heels with all the strength she could suddenly muster when BlackGabumon abruptly stopped. She managed to stop a small distance away from him, but just barely. If she hadn't been paying attention while she and Ryudamon were chasing him, she might have collided into BlackGabumon instead.


Panting heavily, she frowned and placed her hands on her hips for a moment before pointing out, "But you're not 'the great Plutomon' anymore... You're just a regular Child-level mon now."

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BlackGabumon frowned a bit, his rage seeming to falter.  He had forgotten in his fluster that he had been degraded...  stripped of his former glory and power.  Nevertheless, his confidence resurged after a moment's hesitation.  "A 'Child-mon' will be more than enough to deal with the likes of you two...  you...  you..."  he searched his very small vocabulary for something that would sting a bit more than the insult the Sistermon had flung in his direction.  "  Toddler-mons!"


Sure, it was lame.  But he had to run with it.  He couldn't lose his composure now.

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