June 4th, 2013
or maybe there's a way to hack hair since everything is digital anyways?
plz.
it's important.
Once it does, the face of a very fetching woman is onscreen - long, styled, wavy purple hair, blue eyes, and a spiraling white unicorn horn rising out of her forehead.
She bats her eyes and flashes a smile, and speaks - there's a tired edge to her voice under its buoyancy.]
Hello~o, everypony - or, mm-hm, rather, everyone.
I'm Rarity - and my new friend Tentomon and I will be staying in suite F1 003. I would be absolutely thankful to make acquaintances now with my other future roommates!
...And I should say I'd be charmed to meet the rest of us "Chosen Children" as well for as long as I'll be forced to stay here.
Do give me a call. Thank you.
[Her brows arch and air just begins loosing from her nose for a sigh before she presses the button to end the recording.]
[On screen is a somewhat disgruntled, frowning Terra.] Again? Hey, uh. Has anyone else lost two new roommates? I think me and Mondo have some kinda repellent.
He finds it confusing, how could Impmon, who was so reluctant to walk with him now stroll by his side like a servant? This whole business perplexed him to the point he simply walks alongside the digimon.]
Just let me take care of everything, Leatherhead, you got nothing to worry about!
...may I ask what happened to change your mind about me?
Like I said, no need to worry. Here, lemme take those papers off your hands.
[With a befuddled expression, he hands Impmon the papers. The digimon gleefully carries them. For a second more Leatherhead blinks before he sweeps Impmon off his feet, hugging him tight.
With a strangled noise, Impmon just...pats the digidestined's back.]
...glad to help, Leatherhead.
Um, guys? Ryan told me I'm not supposed to use the D-terminal, but this is an emergency.
[The camera turns toward Ryan, who is singing and dancing. It seems a little frenzied, and he's obviously sweaty like he's been at it for a couple of hours.]
He's been doing this for the past couple of hours, and he hasn't stopped. I think he's going to hurt himself if he keeps it up. Please, help!
[Palmon had said as much to him early last month, but in the immediately following confusion of her turning into Yokomon. It wasn't so much that he didn't want to talk or even confide in others if he could, but given the sudden circumstances of being shoved into this world he'd been hesitant to speak up or even really get to know the strangers pushed into the same situation. But today Waver felt a little more talkative for some odd reason
[So he'd offered to tell his partner a story. She'd been playing around with the D-Terminal at the time, and asked to record it--why not, really? Waver didn't have anything to hide.]
I've never really done this sort of thing before, but I guess if you want to hear it I can try.
Sure I do, Waver! It's about time you actually started talking to me, so I'll listen.
Well...once there was a king of a place called Macedonia. He was loud, overbearing, impulsive, and stubborn, but incredibly popular. In fact, he had an entire army of devoted followers that looked up to him.
Sounds like kind of a pain in the neck. How'd he get that many people to like him?
It's a little hard to describe. I guess...he was like a force of nature in that he absolutely refused to compromise or give an inch of ground to anyone else, but at the same time managed to be more human than anyone. Since he was the king he made sure to want, feel, and even dream more than any of his subjects. He wanted to conquer the world, and for the time he lived in, he practically did. But it was never really enough; he dreamed of finding the ocean at the ends of the world--Ōkeanós--and his army shared that dream.
[Palmon had fallen mostly silent, listening to the revering tone Waver had adopted. It wasn't one she had yet heard from her partner, and she wasn't even sure what to think. After a pause she ashed hesitantly:]
Did they...ever find it?
[Waver didn't answer for a moment; the silence that fell was a heavy one that gave the question it followed some considerable significance.]
Was he a friend of yours or something? You sound kind of-...
...Not quite; it was more than just friendship. Ride- [A pause, as thought he'd tripped over the word.] --Iskander is my king, and I'm his follower. I want to reach that shoreline he dreamed of...I want to be able to live to the fullest as he did. I don't know if I can, but I could never call myself his follower at all if..i-if I didn't try.
Waver? Are you...
I'm not crying, don't be stupid.
I didn't even ask that yet.
W-well I'm not, so forget about asking!
[And there he was right back to the weird, overreacting Waver his partner knew. Still, the open display of emotion and reminiscence struck the plant Digimon as something very unusual and even a little concerning.]
- Music:you are my king
Hey guys! Sorry about everything, but I've been kind of busy between work and more work and after that I kinda did some work... anyways it's been busy. I'd have changed the title, but it's already set up to say that in series and I don't really know how to change it to something else. [Or more like he didn't want to go through the tiny boxes and settings changes involved.]
But yeah, I just wanted to say hi and stuff. I decided to take the next couple of days off, so if you guys want to hang out... well I just thought I'd put that out there.
Anyways, I figured it'd be a good thing to get that out there since I've been spending all of my time being so busy lately.
[Guilmon pops its head into the frame] Hey, Ed... whatcha' doing? Can I help?
Oh, I'm just practicing for a speech I have to give later... recording it so I can watch how I look when I talk. Don't worry about it. [Wait since when does Ed lie?]
Okay... It didn't sound like a speech though...
Don't worry about it, Guilmon. I'm sure you were just confused.
I suppose those of us who have been here for some time are starting to become accustomed to the occasional earthquakes that herald the arrival of new chosen. Before I begin my original intent for this message, I would first like to welcome you to the Digital World. I am sure Koushirou has given his usual greeting and that you are still adjusting to the changes of being in a new world...but suffice to say it will not always be so welcoming.
[From offscreen a rough female voice berates him.] Ugh, Kaldur, just get to the point!
Right. I believe a suggestion has been made before regarding this matter, but I would like to again propose either combat training or even just team building between not just yourself and your partner but amongst all of us. Many of you were not here when we rescued Taichi or the Beemon attack, but those events were hard fought. We succeeded, true, but it would not hurt to work on becoming better prepared to handle such incidents...especially if we are going to have to work together to achieve whatever our destiny might have in store for us.
There are many of us and we can be a great force if we start working together. Teams are not forged overnight and if we are thrown into battles like the Beemon attack or even the Dark Area again without the right preparation...it may spell the end for us.
[There's a huff from offscreen.] Why do you have to make things so complicated? [Gizamon turns the D-Terminal to face her, she's scowling but that's her usual expression.] What Kaldur is trying to say is that we're going to start some battle sessions and training in these arenas that are for public use. A lot of you guys are newbs and haven't even evolved yet so you especially need some serious help. But, even if you have, Kaldur thinks we need to work more on teamwork or something so we don't get overrun next time a hoard of digimon stomp through here. I'm still trying to convince him to let us go out into the wild though and fight actual digimon there.
But anyway, start showing up early in the morning and Kaldur has some strategies and stuff he's learned from his team to work with you on...or something. Sound good?
[She turns the D-Terminal back to Kaldur who just nods. He realizes he was probably a bit too formal but he can't help himself sometimes.]