[Hey Terminal Tokyo! There's a cute little kid on the screen smiling at all of you. Not freaked out at the least at all, almost like the talking monsters were normal for her.

Of course, that's because she's from a world with Digimon.]

Hi everyone! It's nice to meet all of you! My name's Chika Daimon, and I just got here!

But don't think that I'm new to all of this or anything. I already know a lot about Digimon from back home, so there's not reason to worry about me at all! Biyomon and I aren't going to be a burden at all. I mean, I can already get him to evolve all the way up to Garudamon! So there's definitely no way we're going to be a burden at all.

Anyway, come on Biyomon, say hi to everyone!

[And she moves the D-Terminal, showing a pink bird who looks a little bit... awkward. Not super duper awkward, not really all that used to it.]

Umm... hello there. It's nice to meet all of you.

[There's sighing coming from behind the screen.]

Biyomon, you need to be more friendly and less shy! I mean, we need to make a good first impression here if we're going to help out!

[Biyomon shrugs.]

Sorry. This is just all weird for me... I mean, before I was supposed to be a secret, remember?

Okay, okay. We'll work on that and you'll be super friendly in no time!

[The device flips around again, showing Chika's face... and her smile turns into a frown.]

So umm... now that we got that out of the way, what's this about villages getting attacked while we're just playing around?

I get that the entire place being turned into racetracks and Mario Kart is fun, but shouldn't some of us go check out what's going on with the attacks?

[She's a bit annoyed that she missed the racing, but after what she saw back in her Digital World she can't really... try to force herself into one of these last day or two races. Not with innocent Digimon being attacked by things. It would just be... horrible and wrong and someone needed to go and help them.]

We come here seeking an audience with the Chosen Children for the good of the Digital World, yet we find them playing in the streets!

Unacceptable. [Sakuyamon, Miko Mode, brandishes her haraegushi. Yep, she's pissed.]

Heed me, Chosen Children, for I will not repeat myself. With me are Petermon and Tinkermon, and they shall be given orders to stop this game at once.

They will enter one of your races, and should they win, these distractions will cease and you will focus your attentions on the villages who have been attacked, and protecting those that soon will be. Should you instead win [a bit of a condescending pause] then you may have your toys back.

Uphold your end of the bargain, Chosen Children, because we will ours. [A wave of her empty hand this time. Let the games begin.]


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[[ooc: MINI-EVENT IS A GO! Petermon and Tinkermon will be entering the Chain Chomp Wheel race-- a battle course, appropriately enough-- so start your engines and get to racing! The race doesn't need to get to completion-- you just have to knock out their balloons. Should the two NPCs have three or less between them, then you win and you can race in Rainbow Road! Good luck!

In addition, if you haven't gotten your Digimon to get to Champion level yet, then feel free to do so now, because you'll need all the help you can get to win.]]

[Perhaps a week and a half after Joshua's absence, finally a call. Only the face on the screen isn't exactly Joshua's. Instead, it's that of a Renamon. Joshua stands a short distance away, his eyes elsewhere. And it's apparent, by the sky, that they're not exactly on the ground - rather on the top of a skyscraper. Snow falls behind them, and both Digimon and Chosen appear to be adequately protected against the cold with pilfered recycled attire. Joshua's in A pretty nice shirt paired with a thick blazer and this Renamon appears to be wearing a long, white scarf - kept securely about her by a certain feather used as a brooch. The clothes are things taken from abandoned apartments and abandoned stores alike so many other things. But being used for something is better than going to waste rotting in someone's closet, right?

The Renamon glances toward the terminal for a small moment, and then she glances to Joshua. He doesn't look at her. He appears quite busy watching for something else in the distance.]

Hello. I and my Chosen got to talking, and we both agree on all manner of talents, abilities, and skills which could further a lot of our collective aims and objectives being waysided and overlooked in the digital world. One of which is human combat skill. While your weapons are ineffectual upon Digimon, your training, and your lessons, should not be classed as useless alongside them.

...It is for this reason I require a master swordsman. I wish to hire a human - someone which will teach me, for a fee, the art of swordplay - as it is something I wish to add to my talents...

...Especially considering-

[Her partner finally speaks.]

Hm? Careful, now.

[And the Renamon nods.]

...I apologize.

We will return to Terminal City for the duration of my training if anyone suitable will offer their service. We thank you for your time and your consideration.

[The Renamon ends the feed with a very graceful bow.]