[The camera shakes for a moment as the video comes on, and at first it's showing the muzzle of a lion cub so close his breath is fogging up the lens.]

Okay, it's on, Rider!

Is it? Is there a light or something that shows it?

...It's right here, but it's already recording, so now we both look kinda stupid...

[Leormon points out the light with his paw, and Rider just laughs.]

That just means they'll have something to remember us by, cub!

I told you not to call me that! Now introduce yourself already so we can turn this thing off and I can keep at least a shred of my dignity!

...You remind me of Waver.

[Rider shrugs as Leormon ducks out of frame, and turns to look into the camera lens. He's kinda hunched over, because otherwise he won't nearly fit in the shot.]

Leormon said I should introduce myself to all of you other Chosen. My name is Iskander, but if it's easier to remember you can all just call me Rider. ...Actually how about all of you call me Rider, I got used to that after a while, and I'm not exactly a King here.

[ooc: Characters who'd be likely to recognize the name "Iskander" and equate it to Alexander the Great are welcome to reference any historical records~]

[Dust has settled. Everything can go back to normal- Okay not really. Because there were three in this apartment now, and their newest Bokomon- well-]

What are you doing? [Gabumon's voice could be heard from the other side of the camera.]

Shhh quiet. [Said the voice directly behind the camera. She wasn't a very good at the setting up the secret camera before shooting part.] You said she'd never take off that blindfold of hers, right? Well take a look. [With the jumps finally settled down, Bokomon was filming from the doorway that was opened just a little bit. On the other side was a woman with long hair, her back to the camera, normally dressed in black and slimming was now favoring blue jeans and a black turtleneck(?). The most notable thing was the visor that she always had on was now laying on the desk.] See? She's got it off now, and I'm getting it on film. Man, this is such a bad angle.

We shouldn't do this...

Huh? What's that Fakey?

This is wrong. Master is very private, we shouldn't be going behind her back like this.

Come on, you're curious. It's perfectly natural. Look, I'll do all the dirty work and make sure to run the camera nice and smoothly. All you have to do is run- a diversion tactic.

Diversion?

Uh-huh, that's right! You're a natural learner. All you have to do is talk to her a little. Get her to drop the guard. She likes you best after all.

No.

Huh? What was that?

I won't do it! And I won't let you do it either! [The camera starts to really jump around now as the two partners struggle over the thing. Like a couple of grade schoolers really, including the snarling and namecalling from Bokomon.]

You little rat! Let go! Stupid teacher's pet! You're not even supposed to be here. I'm her real partner. So. Let. Go- [Suddenly someone else grabbed the D-Terminal and hoisted it far above what the two Digimon could reach. From the angle and the hight, even without a clear shot it was pretty obvious who had it. Bokomon's expression dropped, yet still had a bit of a smirk.] -oh crap. [Well she got a part of what she was after. Just for the second part, she needed the camera.]

[Gabumon on the otherhand was a bit more distressed.] Master! I- I'm sorry. I tried- [Rider was going to be upset with him and Bokomon, even when he was trying to stop her.]

[And he kept waiting for the punishment. But it never came. Gabumon looked up to Rider and, with a gesture from her just off camera, Gabumon followed her into her room, Rider shutting the door behind Bokomon.] What do you think you're doing?! Heeeeey! [And other such shoutings and bangings could be heard from the other side.]

You don't have to accept her words. [Rider tossed the D-Terminal to Gabumon.] Do what you will. [She's going back to her book. Responsibility for what happens next is on him and-]

[He obviously decides to cut the feed.]

...There's something that's still bothering me about all of this. [The exhausted British-accented teenager sat at a small desk in his room, drinking a cup of tea as Palmon and Biyomon seemed to be doing the same behind him.]

Why? I don't understand what all this was supposed to accomplish on their part. If we were given 'false' partners- [with a heavy emphasis on 'false' suggesting he thought that was a load of nonsense] -what was the reasoning for it? It can't be just to try to spread that virus among all of us...the planning and effort seem too elaborate for just that outcome.

More than that, if they're replicas, so to speak, why do they have free will? [He waved a hand behind him, and Palmon shrugged at the camera as though to say 'hell if I know'.] If I didn't already know which of these two I'd met first, it'd be bloody hard to tell. I would assume most of you can say the same.

[Waver shook his head with a short but heavy sigh, setting aside his cup of tea and fiddling with the Crest of Tenacity around his neck.]

On top of all that, I realized I...m-maybe I should learn how to fight. I don't think I'll be any good at it and I'm definitely sure I'd rather not have to, but if anyone can help me I'd be grateful. If we get stuck in some kind of mess like that again, I don't want to slow anyone down.

[The D-Terminal switches on to the face of a Gabumon, looking very proud of himself to add. The image bounces a lot as he moves across the room.]

There! It's working Master!

Please stop calling me Master- [A woman's voice came from the other side of the camera. The tone was cold, planned, as if she's had to repeat this before. Finally the camera settles and the woman is placed within the shot. She looks directly at the camera, even though she was wearing a blindfold.]

It's starting!

I fail to see the use in broadcasting this.

Don't you want to introduce yourself to the other Chosen?

No. [Bluntly said. Actually she was after the complete opposite, as anonymity was worth more as an asset in this situation.]

Well...how else are you going to find out about any of those words? It's not like you can listen in on people until they pop up in conversation, right?

[SILENCE]

[For some reason, the air feels really heavy suddenly. Surely, that couldn't have been what she was planning...right?]

U-um...Master?

Do not call me Master. [The command was becoming a pattern. And since the silence was broken anyway.] Prana. Nobel Phantasm. Fuyuki City. [She chooses her words carefully. They need to be specific enough so the understanding does not stray, yet used so that civilians cannot easily discern their meaning.] I require information from those who recognize those exact terms. Privately.

Is that really all you have to say?

Yes. There is nothing else for me to learn. [Follow the one trail, it was bound to take her where she needs to go. Besides. Anything else would reveal more information publicly that she would rather keep quiet. The Fifth War was still going on. Her location had changed, but that didn't mean she wasn't the only one this happened to.]

Aren't you worried about your friends?

[SILENCE. AGAIN.]

[And there's that really heavy atmosphere again too. Gabumon looks confused; okay sure the first time was a given, but what could he have possibly said to upset her this time?]

[And finally-] Matou. Emiya. Tousaka. Einzbern. Kotomine. [Okay she isn't even listing friends anymore.] I require information available that pertains to those names. Knowledge of the terms I gave before is not necessary. [Her head turns to Gabumon.] Now I am done.

[Said all that she needed, Rider leaves the frame completely, leaving Gabumon to settle the issue of turning it off.]

W-wait! Master! You forgot to introduce yourself! [Nope. She's not coming back.] I-I guess she didn't see it was still going. [Hurriedly, Gabumon bows to the camera.] I'm Gabumon, and the lady from before is my master, Rider. I know it's a strange name, but please treat her kindly. [There was the sound of a door opening and closing in the background.] W-wait for me! Where are you going?! [Feed terminated.]