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Right. So I'm going to start this with a simple:

Tasha? Tony? Well really any of you guys. You wouldn't happen to be here too?

Hmm. Well, so the furby and the kid have told me that I'm stuck here.

[Clint can be seen looking around, he seems to be outside the building he was pulled into]

While I really wish I could say this is the first time I've been pulled into an interdimensional portal, my life really isn't that boring. The scenery is better at least.

[He looks to one one side, as someone's poking at him.]

Oh, and this is my own personal chia pet that talks.

[He turns the terminal to reveal a Yokomon sitting beside him with a big smile.]

I'm Yokomon, nice to meet you.

[He turns the camera back onto himself.]

Yeah, she's kind of polite, go figure. So, is there anything good to eat around here and do they accept American Dollars?

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You're takin' love way too literally, man. THAT kinda love, I've never said, not once, to anyone.

Chances are pretty low I ever will.

[ She sniffs and licks her teeth, glancing off the side briefly before arching a brow and looking back. ]

Huh? My age? That's got nothin' to do with the happy medium. That's all internal. Mood and mentality and all. If we're talkin' about age...well I'm young as Hell. I'll be eighteen in like...a month.

[ She doesn't look seventeen. That's for sure. At the very least she's less likely to get carded at a bar than most girls her age. ]

Age is kind of irrelevant. Particularly where I'm from, where a guy [ To be read demon or spirit ] can be like...thousands of years old and married to some chick born in '92. Numbers are less important than perspective.

Well that's kind of a relief.

[Clint tilts his head slightly when she offers her age.]

So what you're telling me is, you're still a kid. Well kid, for some people, age is important.

Woa~h man. Woah. [ She holds up both hands, the D-T sitting on a table in front of her. He can see tattoos peeking from under her satiny top from the left side of ehr body. ]

That's rude, man. I'm legal back in Japan. I can own property and like...do whatever. Depending on what part of Japan I'm in I can do more even younger, so you shouldn't just toss around the K-word like that.

Trust me, I'm kinda on the far side from bein' a kid. I left PG-13 behind ages ago.

Yeah, and when you get to my age, you'll realise how much a kid you are.

And believe me, there's a high chance I left the PG13 world earlier than you. But to me, you're always going to be a kid. I'm kind of ageist like that. Nothing personal.

That sounds hideously personal. And anyways, what's your age? I mean you look pretty young, in all. I'm not a good judge of age though, I'll admit. I prefer 'em older.

[ She shrugs, scratching her chin before reaching over and helping Kotemon adjust his helmet as it was sitting a bit cock-eyed. ]

Its Roze, though, man. Not kid. I'm not callin' you 'old fart' or 'geriatric'.

Geriatric?! Come on, I know I'm older but this hair is still thick and blonde here.

[Okay, so Clint may have a little vain streak.]

Thirty, I'm thirty. Which if you know how to count is still a long stretch from geriatric or old fart.

I won't call you geriatric if you don't call me kid. And anyways, Dantz is older than you, so I ain't really judging.

And bee tee double-yew, mate, I can count. Pink hair is a far stretch from blo~nde.

Can you count? Because you might wanna count your blessings we ain't toe-to-toe or I'd be doin' some long division between you and your babymaker.

Hey, old man is fine, because hey. I am older. But there's a real difference between me calling you a kid, and you calling me a geriatric.

By stretch you mean at least mines natural?

Good try kid, I've had a lot of high intensity practice keeping that area safe from danger.

Dude, my hair is natural. Don't start that shit. I've stomped guys way bigger than you for givin' me crap about my hair. I can't do anything about it, okay? Its my mom. She's the one with the pink hair. You talk to her.

Benten's tits.

Ooo. Oh, you got me...Ha...

[ She wags a finger at the screen, grumbling to herself and shaking her head. ]

I'm gonna let this one slide, because you're cute, and thereby inevitably stupid, and you're fresh off the Digiboat. But man...you cut that shit. you cut it right out.

Wow, natural? Really. Well that's different.

And seriously? You're going to insult me and compliment me at the same time. Don't go judging this book, just because you haven't seen preview for the movie adaption.

I'm not just talking a big game here.

Yeah natural. Carpets match the curtains. Why don't you come over and we can rearrange the furniture?

Dude, Blondie. One of my natural settings is "insult". I've got maybe three. "Flirt" and "Insult" are channels one and two. Three has really bad reception and tunes in between UFC Fight Week and Playboy After Dark.

Well.

More like Hustler Limited Edition.

If you move the rabbit ears just right you MIGHT get Food Network or Paid Programming all about Self-Help seminars.

Sorry, but I'm not interested in kids, their furniture, or their rabbit ears.

[ She just looks fit to table-flip. ]

I really hope to meet you soon.

Just don't skip school to come find me. I hear it's important.

[For the most part, he really doesn't mean much by the teasing. But really she's too much fun not to tease.]

...I'm actually a teacher. Skipping isn't so much of an option.

[ She scratches the back of her head, nose wrinkling in bemusement. She wasn't entirely sure what happened there. Maternal instinct? No idea where she got that, considering her mom had about as much maternal instinct as a buzzsaw. ]

Wait? You're a teacher?

[Yup, this has surprised him considering her snappiness and flirtiness from earlier.]

Yup. Ain't nothin' more important than teachin' little bittys how to fight, run, basic school crap and stuff about honor and integrity. I teach over at the school here.

Teachin' Bitty-Digis.

I ain't a teacher back home...I'm...uh.

Kinda like a...cop? I guess. Sort of. Its more involved than that but its about the easiest way to describe it. Maybe like a security guard. Or prison guard. *chinscratch*

Somehow, I worry for the digi-future.

You know, that's sounding kind of vague right there, right?

*eyeroll*

So like...there's demons and humans. And Guardians. Which are one or the other but usually a mix of both. And humans don't know about demons on the whole. Guardians kinda police the demons and make sure they don't bug humans. My family, we're all Guardians.

I'm supposed to be chasing demons into the mountains and caves and stuff where they won't overlap with humans.

Not really interested. *shrug*

You know, I would comment on how telling this as casually as talking about the weather.

But I did that with my world while I was still in it. Which is annoying because usually I love making those observations.

Its a crap job that I've got no respect for. [ She clicks her tongue and shrugs before covering her mouth and yawning. ]

Mom and dad tried to trick me into it. In a pretty effin' underhanded way. So, far as I'm concerned, they and the "family tradition" can stuff it.

Whenever I go back home...I'm gettin' the hell outta dodge.

And that's if I even have to go home.

Yeah, family can really screw you over like that, I guess.

[His brother has at least, but under completely different circumstances.]

Well I for one can recomend getting out of dodge if you manage to get back, that's for sure.

Yeah well, that's assumin' I don't get offed in my first week after my birthday. Rituals and traditions or not, I gotta pick someone and go to their side of the line.

After that its open season on me.

Stickin' around the pocket-pets sounds better and better.

What about you? Whatcha got goin' for ya on the other side? You're obviously kinda from Earth and roughly the same time frame. Probably a different...parallel...multiversal...planar thing. But still pretty close.

Eager to get back or plannin' on enjoyin' the sudden holiday?

Wow, that just sounds like a laugh riot right there.

Me? I have free room and board in Midtown, New York. And all the trouble I can handle in the form of friends and bad guys trying to make us look bad, kill us or take over the world. Most days, it's kind of fun.

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