[Kaldur appears on the screen and he is seated at a table in what appeared to be a cave of some kind. He is as serious as ever. Also, while there is a lot of information here, Kaldur makes sure that he speaks as a smooth pace so as not to let anyone fall behind in all of this information.]

Attention, those of you still residing in the city, this is Kaldur’ahm with the observation group on Server near the castle. I wished to report back to you with what we have discovered so far and also to request your assistance. We have exhausted our means of gathering information with just the six of us and the only thing left to do is to infiltrate the castle itself.

( There is a lot to debrief you on, so you may want to get comfortable and take notes )

[The feed opens up with Alexandria holding her crest up to the camera, so all you'll get for a moment is a big



Once she takes that away, though, she begins to speak.]

Research log, current date July 2. Making this entry public to pass findings around, as this concerns more than just me. I'm not fucking explaining this twice, though, so you all had better fucking listen up.

This is called the "Crest of Desire". It's apparently some form of power-up based on human emotions. There's a couple other crests floating around now- I've heard Courage and Friendship. The problem is, mine came out of the body of a defeated enemy as it was disappearing- From what I've heard, that's not supposed to happen. They don't leave parts of themselves behind, and those parts definitely aren't supposed to be tailor fucking made to the people who killed them. It's supposedly part of a set with our Digivices, which means it's connected to the force that brought us here, as well.

I think we're officially at the point where we deserve answers that our predecessors aren't telling us. I think I should note that some of these previous Chosen have Digivices completely unlike ours- While ours can't do shit, these people have a Digivice allowing them to take a much more active role in granting power and support to their partner. If we're truly here to help protect this world and support our partner, why have we been given the most useless device for it?

After talking with Gazimon, even she has agreed that something stinks about all of this. Nothing about this makes any sense. All I can recommend is that you don't trust this world. Don't trust any Digimon who aren't your partners, and maybe not even those. Those previously-Chosen, either, except for maybe that couple who came in here like the rest of us. Most importantly, do not trust this world. The odds that we've been lied to about our purpose here keep getting better every day.

Anyone who can bring me information about their Crest, how it was obtained, its meaning, and any signs of activating its use would be appreciated and paid for their trouble. Anyone who can bring me information about any other anomalies between what we have been told and what we've experienced, appreciation and more pay if it can be verified.

How's everyone holding up? This time was way worse then the last couple attacks, that's for sure.

Did anyone else get one of these?

[He holds up a charm with a blue symbol in the middle]

Cam got one and said it help evolve our partners to the next level.

[Terriermon pops up, grinning at the camera]

Neku's is the Crest of Friendsh-

[Neku pushes her off camera with an annoyed expression]

AS I WAS SAYING- does anyone know how they work or where they came from? Mine just poofed into existence. Let's compare notes.

[filtered → Mr. Hanekoma.]

Shibuya's parallels are affected. Whatever this is, it's spreading- A certain young lady from your favourite detour in the world's been brought over to join the fun. There goes the theory on Refinement playing a part in this, by the way.

...

I hope you've found something by now. Anyway, give me a call when you can.

[filtered → Sora.]

I don't suppose you feel like a field trip?

[The video comes into focus, the view mostly of Shiki's face, and Shiki smiles. When she speaks, it's enthusiastic and effusive.]

Ah, there it goes! Hello, my Lalamon said that there might be others here from my world and that using the D-terminal would be the best way to contact them. [She pauses, finger to her chin and clearly thinking.] My name is Shiki Misaki, although you might remember me better as "Green," and I'm the head seraph of Prince's fanclub - the White Angels. In addition to Prince, I like 777, Tin Pin, and D+B brand clothing. [Her voice seems to be losing some of its cheerful tone.] If any of that means anything to you, please respond.

[Shiki smiles again, although this one is a little less bright, and the feed cuts out.]

Okay, I'm not really good with computers and stuff. So... I sort of stopped reading. Just wasn't getting it, you know?

Being to a different world I get. That's nothing new. But this place is a lot different than the computer I was in before. Maybe because the worlds merged? Can they do that? Nothing surprises me now but it still sounds weird.

Oh yeah! I'm Sora, by the way. My partner, Ryudamon, is finding the place I guess I'm going to be staying at while I'm here.

Heh heh, at least it's just these Digimon guys. They're pretty cool.

 [the post opens to Terriermon setting up the D-T. She taps her chin for a moment before speaking.]

Well...If there's one that teleportin' mess was good for, it was gettin' me outta the slammer.

[It seems to be the reason why he's smirking like a silly loon.]

So me and Eden, got ta talkin' and were wonderin', is any intrested in gettin' a poker night together or somethin'? Little bit of gamblin' to take the edge off, ya know?

[Eden glares at Mr. H, who laughs at her a bit.]

Right, right. Adults only of course.

[Private to J]

Sup, Watson, find anything else out?

Whistle while you work~ Whistle while you wooooork~!

[The feed opens to show a D'Arcmon singing happily to herself while she strolls casually through some of the debris from the Beemon attack. Every so often she twirls her sword in one hand and uses it to skewer a wooden plank or some other piece of trash, which she promptly deposits into a trash bag. Looks like someone here is hard at work]

[After a few moments of this, the Digimon twirls on her foot and waves at the D-Terminal]

Kyoukooooo~! I think I'm almost done over here!

[The voice that speaks next is much more even and calm, clearly Kirigiri's]

Your form may have changed, but your personality certainly stayed the same. . .

Well, duh! [D'Arcmon puffs out her chest proudly] Underneath these awesome wings and armor is the same old lovable Labramon that you adore, right?

I'm not certain 'adore' is the right word. [Kirigiri replies wryly] And it's good to know that form has more uses than just fighting.

Obviously! [Unfazed by Kirigiri's dry response (which the Digimon had gotten used to over the past month) she turns on her heel and starts picking up trash with her sword again] Whistle while you work. . . ~

[The camera feed swims for a moment before it settles on Kirigiri again. She. . . looks like she's spent the majority of the day outside, cleaning up debris without a shower. There's dust smudged all over her cheeks and some of her hair is sticking up in odd places, but she doesn't seem interested in commenting on her slightly unkempt appearance. No. . . instead, she launches into other business first]

I still have many questions to ask in my pursuit of information concerning this world and its inhabitants, but I'll start with one that I should have asked immediately upon arrival: has anyone noticed a pattern in people who are drawn here? Are there any similarities shared between us? I have yet to notice a pattern myself, especially with how diverse this group is. And I doubt my observational skills have failed me here.

[She lifts a gloved hand and brushes a few strands of hair behind her ear]

I assume there isn't one; Chosen Children are brought here based on a completely random selection process. It pays to be careful, however, and I'd like to hear a little bit about you as individuals to make comparisons. Maybe there's something we're missin--

[But Kirigiri is cut off by a wad of paper trash suddenly colliding with her head. For a moment, that even expression flickers to surprise, and the camera tilts to show D'Arcmon laughing in the background]

Gotcha!