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[When Bumblebee first emerges from the damaged apartment of 010 in his robot form, 16 feet of towering metal and living machine, Vanguard is filled with immeasurable awe an wonder.

In an hour, when he finds himself sitting in the car form of his partner, playing session after session of video game inside his cabin, that wonder becomes joy. In three hours, when Vanguard goes to tell off some insolent digimon on Bee's behalf but Bumblebee speaks up on his own first, gently resolving the situation with his own voicebox. All he feels is confusion. Six hours later, when Vanguard has to step outside and get his feet on steady ground after one of Bumblebee's races, it's irritation. The final straw happens when Vanguard finds himself held in the giant, protective metal hand of his robot partner, narrowly injured from a reckless Chosen. Saved. Protected. Lovingly guarded.

Then... it's just anger and resentment.

He leaves Bumblebee to talk with companions just beyond the hole in their apartment (hastily covered by the staff with a sheet of plastic). Bee doesn't need Vanguard to help translate his feelings to the friends he encounters outside. He laughs, and dances and transforms just fine on his own.

So the digimon retreats to their room just a few paces away. It takes ten minutes for it all to boil over. In the back of his mind, he knows he's going to calm down and regret this later but... he's not thinking about that at the time. He angrily jabs an anonymous message into the D-terminal.]

+ [Anonymous Text] +

All you Chosen. You think you're so impressive.

You could hardly take care of yourselves when you got here. You couldn't figure out how to eat, sleep or walk. Some of you couldn't even speak. We chased off digimon three times our size to keep you alive. We kept you safe on the journey down to HospiTown.

We did everything we were supposed to. We're your digimon. We were made to meet you and fix this world together.

So much for partners.

You can take your real forms and just

Just go home. We didn't need you either.

[The moment he presses send, he experiences a moment of hesitation. Of something beyond anger. Regret? He crosses his arms and tries not to think about it.]

[ooc: Vanguard (Coronamon) will respond to text anonymously while Bumblebee will react to action outside the hospital.]

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....Someone's jealous.

Edited 2014-02-01 00:35 (UTC)

[Vanguard doesn't reply at first. Just slumps forward and lands face first into a pillow. He's finished reading a lifetime's worth of angry responses. He's reaping the consequence of reckless anonymous texting, and that consequence is a shredded dignity.]

[Still, he manages to wrangle up some indignation and denial. Just for Venom.]

Jeaous? yeah right.

More like 'angry'.

Edited 2014-02-02 06:31 (UTC)

[What did he think would happen?]

You realize you're not the only one with a partner that's changed right? My own is running through the trees trying to avoid us.

[Letting his anger dictate his actions never makes for good foresight. Just terrible, terrible hindsight.]

[Tree Chosen... Vanguard's got the distinct image of this particular chosen swinging on vines.]

What'd you do? Make them mad?

[Well, the mental image isn't far off. Though, there isn't any vines involved.]

Nothing! She just... want's to be a spider... robot... thing. She said she used to do it all the time where she's from.

What, she can't just be a spider robot thing on the ground with you guys?

Apparently not. But, at least she doesn't wander too far. Her weapons don't work. So, she still needs us.

Still needs you?

Yeah well, aren't you one of the lucky ones.

Yep. According to her, we're her little weapons.

So. Have you tried talking to your chosen about this?

Edited 2014-02-04 21:26 (UTC)

No point.

It wouldn't change anything anyway.

Edited 2014-02-05 01:32 (UTC)

How can you be so sure? Bumblebee seems to be a nice enough guy.

[He experiences a moment of unmitigated panic. THEY'VE FIGURED OUT IT'S HIM!?]

[Quick! Time to cover his tracks.]

Who's Bumblebee supposed to be?

[... It really wasn't that hard to figure out.]

.....

[HE'LL RAISE YOU THAT SILENCE WITH A SILENCE OF HIS OWN.

YOU CAN'T PROVE ANYTHING]

[.... Vanguard, you might be competing with Taprimon for number one idiot in her life right now.]

You know, remaining silent like this kind of proves my guess.

Or maybe you've got the wrong digimon.

[HE'LL NEVER SURRENDER. NEVER.]

[We'll just see about that.]

Alright then.

So, I found a body the other day. It looked like something tore it apart with fangs and ate its head.

Edited 2014-02-07 11:19 (UTC)

[Very hastily typed]

oMG iT'S TRUE!?

SHe GoT ANOTHER One

GET OUT WhILE YOU STILL CANm

HA! I knew it was you!

[Is it possible for a text to sound smug? Cause this one does.]

Give it up Vanguard, I know it's you.

[The longest silence known to man as Vanguard tries to figure his way out of this. And fails.

Then, very abruptly, it switches to video.]

You. Can't. Tell. Anyone.

Edited 2014-02-13 22:47 (UTC)

[When the video turns on for Venom, she's just looking smug.]

Exactly who am I gonna tell? Blackarachnia? She could care less... and I wouldn't dare tell the idiot anything.

He has a big mouth.

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