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[Maybe it's a good thing there's so little new Chosen this round. Or maybe a bad thing? If there were more, they would have probably helped calm her down...

...In any case, the whole D-Terminal thing is a bit too elaborate to be a scam, and the beast she may have kicked around a fair bit doesn't seem to be a mindless monster. Anyway, the little red... thing is lying dizzy on the floor right now. Eh, it's not permanent. She's got more matters to worry about than a creature who might just be pretending.

Scrolling through the D-Terminal a bit (after tedious attempts, she's not good at mechanics okay_, she's somehow figured out how to broadcast a message. Smart network idea. Her face is a bit too close to the screen, but it's still pretty clear she's angry.]

My name is Edea Lee. [Fuck beating the bush, she's gonna set it on fire.] If anyone knows about the whereabouts of my friends, please inform me immediately. Their names are Tiz Arrior, Agnés Oblige and Ringabel.

If you're trapping us here, father, you still... [...dammit this thing is live isn't it she should've planned beforehand...] ...underestimate us. [Yeah, smooth. Totally intimidating.

Moving on though. Cue the device flashing around wildly before she figures out how to show her fainted Guilmon to the network.] And what exactly is this thing? I get that it's a Digimon, but what is it?

[give this girl a fucking literature degree]

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That doesn't sound like a positive thing.

[Not to say she isn't used to that, though.] What exactly is the extent of 'trouble' here?

[...She's just going to lie with an elbow on the table.

Her head is propped up and Edea is not keen to look at anything but the wall right now. At least... her father isn't dead. She could... if there was a way to go back, then, she could easily change the order of events. The only positive thing was how they did awake the Earth Crystal, and she could break them out.]

...There's no way of telling if he did. He was a child from the streets. My father took him in. [Aka, 'there could be, but the chance is low'.] He liked to make sure we all knew that. Along with recounts we all didn't want to hear...

[As Ringabel lands on his last word, her eyes shift to the Digimon temporarily. There's- she can't read the expression on her face well enough, before her Guilmon sneaks down and tries to take a closer look at Escha's face.] But, if you look exactly like him, Ringabel...

...Are you sure you don't remember anything about your past? [Her tone is a mite bit dangerous here.] Exactly who or what are you, Ringabel...?

Ah, an orphan, cast away for the atrocious crime of having the poor sense to be born male. Learning and becoming darkness itself, with no concern as to his trade interfering with his own life until the Templar brought him in like he brought in so many strays. And he became quite attached to you. Yes, he said as much in our scuffle.

[There's a hint of disdain in that. Textbook orphan story. Nothing new there, and a dismissive wave of his hand shows the fact he's... rather biased against the dark knight.]

...
Do order something, Edea. You're the one acting like a clone!

["Clone" is a new word to him. It's only after speaking to Aiden that he understands what that actually is. He's... just going to take a small sip of his coffee, crossing one leg over the other and leaning back in his chair. Something copied from an original subject - existing independently. It'd certainly explain the memory loss, if what he's forgot never actually happened, but...

No. There was definately something there to lose. He knows it. As unlikely as the Long Lost Twin Brother thing actually is, it's viable. Technology that just simply doesn't exist in their world isn't.]

You said the same thing upon the deck of Grandship when you saw. "Exactly who or what are you", indeed. Well. I've no idea - the past is, to me, still as blank as blank can be. And I'm afraid it's showing absolutely no sign of improvement.

[Aside from the number five. But he's going to stay quite quiet about that one. But his eyes are quite serious as he looks to her]

Why would I lie about not recalling anything? Brazenly lying about anything like that isn't my style, and likely would have saved myself a lot of scrapes and scratches down the way, I'll have you know.

[The coffee... is disgusting. Watery. Not bitter, not at all. So he merely sighs, moving it across the table to Edea. Hers, if she wants. Escha blinks shortly, turning her head to Guilmon, her voice coming out in a low whisper.]

Wh-what do you want?

He said as much?

[But in any case, Edea has basically lost all her appetite. She's not sure how to approach Ringabel describing Alternis like that- as... flowery as he is, he is still her childhood friend. Or at least, was. Because he's. Dead. Not yet, as Edea is concerned, though- and hopefully won't be.] Actually, if it's important, I'll make him tell me himself.

I'm sure that if I go back to our world with this knowledge, such a mishap won't occur again. [There's a bit of hesitation with that. As if she's trying to convince herself.] And what even is a clone?

[As for the whole 'lying' thing. Well. Uh.

...This is all second-hand from Ringabel's mouth, after all. And the way it's all said- how she can see it happening, yet can't quite imagine- she's traveled the whole of Luxendarc with those three for the greater good of the people, right? There's no way she can up and say right now that she can't trust him entirely.

Because she wants to. But it's all so out of place. Everything is out of place. It's a mess. As much as she knows it's not possible now- she likes her surroundings to be in control. Or at least, to have some possible opening for impact by her. Guilmon, though, is in a different predicament of his own.]

You look sad... are you okay? [Because angry = sad, isn't he right???]

Well, what do you recommend I order? [Best attempt to topic shift temporarily ever]

Indeed he did. And yes... I believe it would be wise for you to exchange some words with him... But not on Grandship, Edea. Promise me. Then... something about him was different. He would harm you, and I will not send you into his blade with these words. Most likely it would be best to while you're locked away? His journal states that he intended to speak with you. Why - he was the one that noticed you were missing.

[Some part of him hates the fact he's even giving this advice. But it's for two reasons. Primarily, Edea. She seems devastated, it hasn't passed him by, and even that man's death hurting her makes him want to punch him. Secondarily... she turned down his proposal.

Regardless, ...he's jealous. Very much so, actually - and there's only one way around it. A terrible joke, and inciting her ire.]

Ah, to be the man with the key to your room... A charming reverie, if I do say so myself.

[Yes, he's expecting her to explode. But if it stops her feeling sad, even just for the short amount of time it takes for her to yell at him, it's worth it.]

A clone... is hardly important. It's a concept put to me while I've been here. An identical copy of a person, without their memories. Nonsense on our world. Some digimon are clones too, apparently. They call them SCOPE digimon. Or so I've heard.

[And! What would he hate, simply by the amount of sugar... yes, of course.]

I noticed a few millefeuilles in the window as we entered. Most likely they'll do multiple varieties. As I said, I don't intend for you to pay a thing. Guilmon, too.

[And! speaking of the digimon, Escha's just going to hang her head again.]

Everything they're talking about is wrong. I don't know what you know about your chosen, but you see it too, right? Please say you see it. I thought... I thought that her actually turning up would mean the witch hasn't got a hold on her any more, that she'd know what she did to him while she was under the witches' control, and that she'd be sorry. But it's not that way at all, she's still believing these stupid lies, just like him.

["Witch" of course being the wind vestal. Or at the very least, Escha's perception of Agnès.]

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[It's no surprise she turned down that proposal- what reason would she have accepting any help from someone poised to kill? Not that she knows, she can only estimate- exactly how severe the situation is. Edea almost wants to argue that Ringabel doesn't know Dim as much as she does, but then...

...ringabel

not cool]

And what is that supposed to mean?! [You know exactly what 'that' is, Ringabel. He does succeed in his intention, but mostly in a way that would probably make him more jealous, because I don't care if it was Artemia or Einheria or Victoria or Dim you don't crack a joke like that over a chat about the deceased- but kind of slumps back on her stool, because there's just too much information processing in her head to allow enough energy for her to yell any more.]

...Millefeuilles it is, then. [She has half the mind to drain all of his wallet once again just for that joke Ringabel :| Though...] What about you, Guilmon?

[...Guilmon, still currently unnamed, isn't exactly paying attention to Edea. His voice drops to the same whisper as Escha, because that does not sound good.]

I'm sorry! I don't know about my Chosen... but they're under the control of a witch...? That's... bad, how do we stop her? Um-

Guilmon?

[SQUEAK and he slams his head against the coffee table jumping in shock. GUILMON...]

You just get used to it after a while.

[ :d all part of trying to save the world - or worlds, in Sora's case. ]

Anyway, you can kinda see that the worlds are kind of merging, right? We've got to stop that. It's not really good for any world. The dude that has the thingie that's doing that is kind of a god- like Digimon.

[It's not a Chosen who responds but a Digimon! A very wide eyed, gasping Digimon.]

Waaah, another Guilmon! Guilmon didn't think he'd see another one here.

[Especially after Mikasa and Ed left... Well, either way, the fact that his fellow dino's fainted sets off a lot of alarm bells in his head.]

And Digimon aren't things. You shouldn't be so mean to your partner...

[...okay then]

The worlds are merging? [TOTALLY PAID ATTENTION DURING THE VIDEO.] Well... why haven't we stopped them yet? Do we know how to get to them, or what exactly they're using?

[...DON'T MAKE HER FEEL EVEN WORSE OKAY... she's already picked up the Digimon and laid it on her lap, at least. The thought of seeing a human beat up and lying on the ground is pretty terrible to her, so seeing this Digimon of similar species seem so concerned does make her rethink her actions considerably.]

Don't worry, I won't do that again. They only shocked me, that's all. [Hrrrrk] So there are multiple of one kind of Digimon?

You got it!

I know it's hard to believe without having been to those other universes...but well you're in a world full of talking monsters with amazing powers talking with a green guy who is who knows how far away from you on a tiny device no bigger then a loaf of bread.

Anything is possible.

We don't know how to get to the Digimon that has the, uh, program now. I think there's also some fighting between the god Digimon about it too...

[...OKAY THEN...]

I guess that is abstract enough... but I highly doubt this universe is attempting to copy anything I've heard of.

[WOW THAT DOESN'T SOUND LIKE A FUCKING MESS AT ALL]

...Fighting amongst Gods? How do we know they're fighting, then?

Well, it could be copying lots of stuff, aliens, comic books, video games, maybe a popular cartoon?

The important thing is to expect things to be crazy, and keep your spirits up.

...Cartoon? Comic books? Video games? Are all these products of other realities too? I don't recall ever encountering things by those names.

But I can do that. [Yep!] I'm used to always being fashionaaabluh in my home.

Uh...yeah you'll learn about those things too.

Oh ho~ A fashionista then? Keep your eyes out then, plenty of girls like that lurking around. More girls then there are clothing stores really.

Well, there's no crime in wanting a few sets of clothes. [THAT'S A DAMN SHAME THOUGH, but she should've expected that.]

I have no desire in competition, though. [florem flashbacks, brrrr]

Well there was one girl who was making people clothes...I dunno if she's still here...but if not I'm sure you can still find something that's your style.

Or maybe try a new style! Have you ever considered animal print?

Animal print? I've had clothing made from beasts and nature, but I can't say I've seen any 'prints' before.

[BEASTBOY PLS

SEMI-MEDIEVAL FANTASY CANON OK]

[Unfortunately, he's not seen the version of Alternis which lamented about her death inside that room yet. How sad that actually was- and the chord it struck (with his memories back) would have made him not even entertain the thought of the joke, but...

Well, he's still angered by the contents of Dim's journal. Speaking of which! He moves a hand to the inside of his jacket, pulling out the book. A small check by flipping through the pages to see it's the correct one (because even the scuffs and scrapes on it are identical to the other, it's an easy mistake to make) and...!]

Some reading material for you. Naturally, I compared the notes between the two books of D... so I've no further use for it. Take as long as you like - it appears he was watching us for a very long time. ...It might not mean much to you, Edea, but I truly hope it helps.

Mine doesn't know... or says he doesn't know what really happened. Yours-

[Well. What Edea's actually said is true. Minus Ringabel's presence. And the fact she hasn't mentioned katana!shoving him off a ledge into magma is... worrying.

Despite her worry, Escha instantly buttons it when Guilmon brings attention to himself in such a ....loud way, padding off, out of the establishment. Guilmon can follow if he likes, but Ringabel sees his opportunity after she's left.

Normally, he wouldn't burden her. But it does concern her, quite a deal.]

Ah, something else. I'm under the impression Escha harbors a some resentment toward you, Tiz, and Agnès. Since the entire reason they're here is to save their world with us - I assumed initially that she was a little concerned about me leaving in order to go back to our world. Regardless of this places' troubles, I would in a heartbeat. However, it appears that's not the case. It's something else - and I intend to find out.

[Really, how the circumstances will change once they see the other worlds...]

...The two books... [She does take it, anyway. She has flipped through Ringabel's journal before, but never really studied it, apart from looking at the events that may be pretty useful to remember.] I- oh, Guilmon...!

[ARGH FUCK. The Digimon shrinks and scampers out the shop with Escha, just leaving Edea blinking.] Harbors some resentment...? Well, I'd be lying if I say that doesn't sound familiar. It even looks like Guilmon is already in cahoots. Why Agnés and Tiz as well, though...?

[That traitor! Just like his partner. Welp. Even jealousy might not be a good explanation for this- if what Ringabel says is true...] I've only been here a while, but I don't believe Guilmon means me harm- even though I did hurt him quite badly when we first met. [Still feeling a bit angry at her about it, tbh.]

...Do you think there's a misunderstanding going on? Enough that even Guilmon already needs to be involved. You haven't sparked off any unsavory gossip, have you, Ringabel?

[As for Guilmon, he's literally tripping headfirst to catch up.] I'm sorry! I'm sorry! What- what did mine do? I need to know...

Eeeeh...yeah I'm not so big on like...leather and fur. It's hard to enjoy that stuff when I've been the animals they use to make that stuff.

But animal print like, patterns that look like tiger stripes or calico spots. Nice and harmless but they look cool.

That's, uh... Well that's kind of why we're here, in this town. The last one was a battleground.

[Oh.]

So we're the scouts and the warriors?

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