Third Scar [Video]

[thescaronhisface]

[The screen flips on not to Kovu, but to Lopmon and Strabimon, who both seem to be fighting over the D-terminal.]

It's on already you idiot now let me hold it!

[Lopmon suddenly lets go and Strabimon yanks it toward himself. He growls, then points the camera at Lopmon.]

Kovu's being a wuss again, but he wants to say thanks to all the guys who fought with him when Titamon showed up.

[Lopmon ducks to dodge a pillow tossed at him from one side of the room, while Strabimon's snickering is easy to hear since he's holding the D-terminal.]

He got the Crest of Hope, and I even got to digivolve to Ultimate! I turn into a super cool werewolf!

[Strabimon turns the camera toward himself now.]

Enough about the rabbit. I'm Strabimon, the partner Kovu was supposed to have when he got here. Dunno why, but Kovu said I should tell everyone who I am.

[He shrugs, and there's a bit of fumbling for the camera and a shout from Lopmon before the feed turns off.]

Comments

[notmyprophecy]

It's just how they talk!

[It's a different voice, another female. Veemon turns off to someone else, frowning.]

By fighting.

[A paw reaches over and bops Veemon right on the head, at her V.] Not fighting! [Now the owner of it sticks her head into frame, a Bearmon with a thin toothy grin.]



Isn't that right?

[thescaronhisface]

[Strabimon grabs Lopmon into a headlock and gives him a noogie, grinning. Lopmon flails a little and uses his ears to bat Strabimon's arms off him.]

What's wrong with a bit of a tussle here n' there? Not like we're gonna hurt each other.

Yeah!

[Lopmon thwaps Strabimon in the shoulder with one of his ears as revenge for that headlock.]

[notmyprophecy]

[Veemon observes, stoic, and then she shakes her head and sighs, handing the camera over to Bearmon.] I don't think I'll ever understand.

[Bearmon snorts, laughs, and rolls her eyes.] Stick in the mud.

[It appears like Veemon doesn't pay the comment any heed.]

[thescaronhisface]

[Strabimon and Lopmon laugh along with Bearmon.]

Sounds like she's got some learnin' to do.

[notmyprophecy]

Oh, don't be too hard on her. I think I got all the fun, between the two of us.

[thescaronhisface]

You're the one who called her a stick in the mud.

[Lopmon snickers as Strabimon gives him a friendly shove.]

She's gonna knock your skull off if you don't quit teasin' her.

[notmyprophecy]

Yeah, but I can make fun of her. No one else can. That's kind of how this thing works.

[She winks at Strabimon and nods.]

[thescaronhisface]

[Strabimon laughs.]

See? It's like me teasin' you. Anyone else does it and I'm gonna rip their throat out.

Not if I bash their brains in first!

[notmyprophecy]

[A low whistle from Bearmon.] Dunno if I'd go that far... You two're a bit weird, you know? [She says it incredibly casual.]

[thescaronhisface]

[They both grin.]

Maybe.

[notmyprophecy]

Aw, my partner makes friends with the one who's got weirdo partners. How nice. [Bearmon seriously doesn't sound all that worried about this.]

[thescaronhisface]

Jus' think, you're gonna be around us all the time.

[Strabimon flashes his sharp teeth in another smirk.]

[notmyprophecy]

[She winks.]

I just gotta stay away when our partners are hanging out.

[thescaronhisface]

Oh don't worry, we'll find you.

[Strabimon winks back.]

[notmyprophecy]

Oh, I've got a stalker!

[Off-screen:] That's not a good thing!

I know!

[thescaronhisface]

Pft, don't make me sound like some kinda creep.

You mean you're not?

[Lopmon snickers.]

[notmyprophecy]

I don't think you need any help with that, big boy. [Bearmon grins, showing all her sharp teeth.

Somewhere, Veemon groans.]

[thescaronhisface]

She's got a point.

Can it, long-ears.

[Strabimon shoves Lopmon so that the rabbit Digimon tumbles out of frame.]

[notmyprophecy]

[Bearmon just laughs. You guys are entertaining!]

[thescaronhisface]

[Strabimon side-eyes the D-terminal, arching an eyebrow.]

Got somethin' to say?

[notmyprophecy]

You're both just incredibly funny, that's all!

[thescaronhisface]

Not sure If I should say thanks or tell you to screw off.

[notmyprophecy]

You could always tell me both.

That does it! [With all the fierce wind of a professional killjoy, Swiftleaf hurries over and pushes the D-Terminal away from Bearmon.] No more using our Chosen's D-Terminal to... ...this!

[Bearmon's laughter, off-screen.]

[thescaronhisface]

[Strabimon laughs too.]

I think we'll leave you two alone now.

[notmyprophecy]

[Just before Swiftleaf can get the feed off--] Talk to ya later, howls.

[Click.]