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[whitefeather]

[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.]

Comments

[whitefeather]

[She doesn't quite understand what a galaxy or military societies are, but...]

I am glad that your ...galaxy was in a good position when you were taken, then. Some of the Chosen haven't managed to fulfill their tasks before they were taken here.

And with your experience, it also sounds that we are fortunate to have you. Who is your partner?

[calibrates_big_guns]

I am!

[As if on cue, that little ball of orange and white adorable-ness that is Patamon pops in to frame.]

There's your answer. But, ah, the one you should be really glad you have is Commander Shepard.

[whitefeather]

[Fellow-vaccine type, highfive. Or in this case, a calm wave. This guy's in good hands, certainly.]

Hello, Patamon. It's nice to meet you!

[And at the mention of Shepard, Joshua seems to perk up his ears in the background. If Garrus is perceptive, he'll notice, but it's not like Joshua moves closer or makes a show of listening in. Not really.]

I have heard of her. And we saw something... of lots of explosions. It was a recording her Digimon accidentally posted to the community. That world of metal and wires is yours, too?

[calibrates_big_guns]

[Patamon waves one of his tiny paws back as well.]

It's nice to meet you too, uh ... Renamon! ... right?

[Garrus gets a little chuckle from that, before replying to Renamon's question.]

Our world isn't like that. Typically it's a lot nicer, less ... evil. But the explosions have a tendency of popping up wherever we go.

[whitefeather]

That is correct. I'm happy you found your chosen, Patamon.

[And to Garrus...]

Less...evil?

[calibrates_big_guns]

Me too! It seemed like I was waiting forever.

[And Garrus replies ...]

What I mean is that most of it doesn't look like what you saw in the video.