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Vayne pointed his digivice to the tamer
"i Sense Evil in you. are you the one causing this"

Crimson looking confused turned to Vayne and asked "how do you know he is evil?"

"I sensed a demon lord power earlier on" telling it to Crimson and make him ready for battle position

"Perhaps, but that is not really of your concern at the time," Rebecca replied, glad for the banter. It gave her time to calm down and asses the situation once more. There were two boys to be concerned with, the one who had politely taken the stairs, and the one who was shouting at her. Shouty looked familiar, but Rebecca was preoccupied with observing her new friend. A couple of ideas on how to handle the conversation popped into her head. She could politely explain and ask for help, but that was a bit dull. This was a battlefield after all, why not add a bit of excitement to her speech. Rebecca was not taking the situation at hand seriously of course. It was the only thing that prevented her from charging into battle. Logic had a firmer grip on her mind at the moment. She would find her answers before she declared any sort of attack. "You seem to know as much of this as I do boy, but you do seem like you could help. That aura surrounding you is digi-soul after all," Rebecca paused a moment, wondering if she would need to explain her knowledge of digi-soul. "I knew a few users of the same power back in the day, one in particular with green hair. You could say he was my rival of sorts," She began, stopping herself before she dove too deep into the nostaglia. Rebecca needed to keep her mind focused. Razor sharp wits were useless if one was stuck in the past. "Regardless, you seem qualified enough. Back me up as I ascend. I wish to speak with whoever is commanding this attack. Alone, if you catch my drift. So would you do this lady a favor and prevent any others from ascending much further?" Rebecca proposed, her smile was twisted and rather smug, but it was a smile. An expression the girl rarely showed to those besides her digimon. The girl stood on her Wargreymon's shoulders, posing so that the makeshift cape draped over her shoulders. It was a rather vain thought, but a cape did add to her outfit. If she were ever to make it back to the real world, capes would be a necessary addition to her wardrobe. So the magician snapped once, and became surrounded by colored smoke. In a flash she was next to Marcus, carrying the same smug smile. "Does that sound reasonable to you? I'm really not the type to fight, and it would be inconvenient if I had to hurt others on my quest for the truth behind this attack. So if you would," She held out a hand, what some humans took as a sign of a promise. Marcus could interpret it as whatever he wished, as long as he lended his assistance.

"Fine, neither of us, can use aura or digi-soul."
Tamake got into a fighting stance.
"Ready when you are."

"sounds good to me"
Vayne then gets into his fighting stance

stare stare dude you are kinda like godmodding. how the hell would you close up that much to a kong fu master

She placed her hand against the thick layer of glass, separating her from the mad world. The glass absorbed heat from outside signaling her of what is to come.
The female tamer appeared to be the age of six-teen, slightly obnoxious of the real world. She pulled her palm back and returned to her own Digital journal. The object was tilted at a 45 degree angle, flat on the table. Two layers of napkins were placed under the innovation so that it would remain in perfect condition. A word document was open, trailing off " evolved form of a prototype cyborg..." The tamer stroked the pen over her tablet with ease, filling in a skeleton on various shapes and deformed ovals. The sound of Digimon wails shrieked through her eardrums but she continued to draw.
A purple imp charged through a males stall door, slamming his foot against it. The ember held in his right palm extinguished as he closed his palm. Impmon gazed at the toilet, then bent over to peek at the rest of the stall, but it was certain that there was no other individual present. His large emerald eyes bulged when a thought crossed his mind.
When the virus Digimon stepped out of the mens bathroom, he saw that the edifice was vacant. Only a girl with short brown hair remained. Her shoulders hunched over as she concentrated on her Digital Journal.
Impmon approached the tamer, remaing quiet. He observed how her lines began light from the right and saw how they grew thicker. Sheriti continued to sound out the cries from the other Digimon out in Network City. the Digimon's temples wrinkled, suddenly smacking against the table.
Sheriti gasped, causing a thick thunder shaped line to obscure the image.
"Sheriti!" Impmon exclaimed. "What happened to the other three?"
The tamer stared at the small child Digimon and then looked over her shoulder. The booth next to her only contained a bag and discarded remains of food. When she returned to Impmon she said, "They followed right behind you. Didn't you all use the bathrooms?"
Impmon crossed his arms, pursing his lips. He inhailed for a long time, causing him to appear bloated. Sheriti stared at her Digimon in unison, hesistant to return to her journal. "I was only recording the last Digimon from Factorial town...remember with the Spirits-" but she quickly changed the subject. "Argomon was with me a moment ago....-"
"Why are you so relaxed when you're witnessing the beginning of a war!"

The tamer remained silent, saving her document.

(i'm a kenpo blackbelt and I wasn't coming over to you looking like I was going to attack. think nonchalant acting like your going to help, then sucker punching the hell out of them, sorry if that was godmodding, but ya, either way i'm evil... and if you read my TP i am infected with the soul of a sixth soverign, I had a whole RP event explaining the situation)

Tamake got up laughing
"You should have gotten up instead."
Tamake threw a tiger strike at the tamers head