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[ Luke, Saria, Asura, Floramon : File City : Residential Area ]


"Oh, um, hello!" Floramon greeted the humans with a wave. "Not at all, not at all! You make yourselves at home." He then turned his attention back to Asura as he set down his watering can. "Why are they here?" he asked in a vain attempt at a whisper.

"My theory is that their Digimon called them," Asura said, making a shrug-like gesture with her wings. "The question of 'why' is anyone's guess. Their partners don't even seem to know, or at least they haven't spoken out about it. All the same, these humans were drawn to their eggs, so there has to be a reason."

"It isn't going to be like, you know..." Here he tried to whisper again. "Like last time, is it?"

"I doubt it. Either way, I did come here for a reason..."

"I'm guessing you want some food," Floramon said, crossing his arms.

"There are four more of these children," Asura said, "making eight in total. Two of them have yet to find eggs, but I'm sure all of them have felt the call. That means eight hungry Digimon tummies to be fed."

"Okay, I'll give them some of the winter storage," Floramon said before lifting up a hidden door in the ground and running down a flight of stairs that led into the earth. Before the humans had much time to wonder where he had gone, the Vegetation Digimon returned with a large sack, which he set on the ground with a loud THUD. "There are fourty-eight pieces of regular-sized meat in here - that means six for each of you. Since a Fresh Digimon eats about two medium meats a day, that should be plenty to start you all off."

"Wow, thanks, Floramon," Luke said, giving the Digimon a low bow.

"If you come back here tomorrow, I'll give everybody three free pieces of meat. That's every day, actually. But I won't save them up for you, so if you don't show up, you don't get any. Three a day, no more. You'll have to find the rest of your food by yourselves."

"But where are we supposed to put it all?" the human asked.

"Why not in there?" Floramon asked, pointing toward Luke's chest. The male raised an eyebrow at him before glancing down at his chest to see a strange metallic pendant hanging from a string around his neck. He was surprised that he hadn't noticed it before.

"Wait, what?" he exclaimed as he reached up a hand to grab the object, examining it closely. It had a screen and buttons, and was colored a deep shade of green. If he didn't know any better, he would guess the device was some weird sort of Game Boy or something, but there was only one thing it could be in the Digital World: a Digivice.

No way... You have got to be kidding me...

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[ Calumon, Karina : File City : Primary Village ]


"Ooh! I have medicine!" Calumon piped up, jumping up and down excitedly. "Just tell me what you need and I'll do my best to help!" Meanwhile, Karina seemed to be dozing off...

{Bobbi .:. File City .:. Primary Village}

Bobbi shrugged when Song declined her offer of pain killers. She hated using them herself, so she didn’t question it. Besides, if they used too many now, there wouldn’t be any left later on in the adventure when they probably actually would need the drugs. Following Song’s cue of settling herself on the ground, Bobbi rearranged to sit cross-legged, holding her bag in her lap.

"I haven’t the foggiest," the brunette said sincerely, absently pushing her glasses back into place and tucking her hair back behind her ear where it belonged. "I only know the first two seasons of Digimon. I mean, I saw some seasons after, but I only about once each so I don’t remember them well. As for Digimon, I dunno. She did," Bobbi pointed off a ways to one of the people who had been in the house with the group. Bobbi had totally missed the girl’s name, but there was currently a baby Digimon bouncing around in the girl’s general area, so it seemed logical that the Digimon was hers. "And pretty much everyone else either has an egg or a Digimon. I’ve got one I need to go find, I think."

If the pull on my heart is anything to go by, she added silently, staring off into the distance. That distance happened to be the same general direction that tug was pulling her, actually. Bobbi refrained from saying the last bit out loud, however, mostly because the average person would look at her like she was a loony. Then again, this was the Digital World, so something like heart-tugging shouldn’t have been too out of the ordinary.

Nah, heart-things was the domain of Kingdom Hearts. Were the domain of…? Whatever the proper grammar was. This wasn’t like Heartfelt Adventure, where funky things were going to be happening to her metaphysical heart and possibly soul. Hopefully there would be a whole lot less ******** happening in this adventure than happened in her favorite RP, though. She’d discovered during her last year of living with Rebecca and Patricia that she got violent when she was stressed. Usually she could relegate her violence to verbal lashings, but still, not something she wanted to visit too often.

Although if the anime she’d seen were anything to go by, stress was probably going to happen. A lot. And she had a feeling, judging from three-knockouts-in-just-as-many-minutes here, that she was going to be the mother figure to the group. That meant keeping people in line, making sure everyone was fed and had shelter and enough sleep, that wounds were properly doctored, grievances settled in as amicable a manner as possible… She hoped she’d be up to the task, and at the same time, doubted that she would be.

I didn’t want kids for a reason, universe!

[Kyla: File City: Primary Village: Residential area]

“Woah..an actual meat farm…”
Noy only that, they form and color looked like they pope dout of what would be considered an ‘icon’ for a meat stick. And these were grown? Woah.. talk about a way to solve the vegan and meat eater conflict- farmed meat. Everyone wins.
But was this about storing, and two a day and- wait…
When the Floramon pointed at Luka’s front, she didn’t quite know why but she felt instinctively to her own and sure enough- something was there! Looking donw she examined the object laced around her neck. And..given the fact she had changed- how come she hadn’t noticed it before?!
Maybe it appeared after the digimon hatched?
Asura did mention something about being called-right? By their partners maybe?
For what?
Kyla flipped the object over and examined it’s buttons,” digimon….tamer…items…radar…link…” she murmured off. A small wiggle in her other hand and she smiled, bringing the little creature up onto her shoulder. Once there she pulled her hood up over her little a little t provide some shelter. The small mousey creature poked it head out and over her shoulder, no doubt looking at the object.

“Is that it? You called me here?”
The creature just gave her a knowing look and Kyla didn’t press that question any more.
Luke mentioned something else- retrieve? Where?
Flipping it over she pressed into the menu which indeed brought up a few more functions.
“Oh- think there’s something already listed?” she wondered- going into the items category to see if there was a list.

Another wiggle to her cheek and Kyla chuckled- " ok ok..sorry. Hungry huh?"
she then approached Floramon and looked down into the sack- " thank you for these Floramon, we really do appreciate it. I'm sure we'll be sure to heed your warning too." she replied and reached for one of the six each could recieve.
Might as well see how it suits them- and she brought the medium sized novelty meat up to the creatures face.
To her utter astonishment, the little thing open it's mouth and actually began munching with such verocity! It was actually a bit scary having it co close to her ear! "Holy..."

[Aira: File City: Primary Village to Residential area-Meat Farm]

Meat farm? Meat farm. What the season six masteries changes is a god damm meat farm? Aira scratched her head as the little devil trapped in her death hold attempted to tilt its body up at the sound of food. Tear hasn’t attempted to talk like some of the other digimon, but Aira was more than happy to keep the silence. It really only kept its beady little eyes on their partner, who was technically abusing them right now.

“Here we go…” Aira muttered as she noticed Kyla leaving, and quickly tailed her friend to make sure they didn’t’ get into trouble at the so called meat farm. Seriously, this sounds so wrong on so many different levels, as Aira grimaced and had a very off-put expression on her face. She continuously and spontaneously pressed her arm tighter and looser at the squishy digimon, torturing it for being an a*****e earlier as she walked along the path.

Once arriving, Aira gawked at the scene in front of her. “Zy-I mean Floramon? Oh god, it’s the plant hell all over again.” Aira nearly backed off from the Floramon, due to some sort of trauma or something which lead to so called plant hell. The whole description of the meat farm thing, ugh this is sounding really really gross and thoughts that shouldn’t be happening are happening right now. Ew … meat farms.

“The hunger…it gnaws…want meat!” Finally the Yukibotamon which has got its breath in between in the compression of the arm was able to shout out during Aira’s confusion about the digivice pointing out and was fussing with her own. Oh well, that can be easily dealt with, but first being a very bad Asian parent…

“Silence. You don’t deserve to eat you little ice turd.” Aira hushed Tear and then proceed to be an abusive partner by blatantly bouncing the digimon against the ground like she was dribbling a basketball. Funny enough, Tear bounced really well and as each bounce off the ground, the digimon screeched back at Aira. To Aira, this was extremely amusing as hell and continued to banter back while she dribbled Tear.

“I will swallow your soul!”
“I have no soul.”
“I can see the fear in your heart!”
“You aren’t Fids, ‘fraid I am not.”
“You will feed me!”
“Nope.”
“I WILL DESTROY YOU!”

“Uh ha, right. You are totes evil.” Aira chuckled as she grabbed the digimon for a stopping moment, before double hand slamming Tear into the ground and shouting “GET DUNKED!” while the digimon bounced slightly higher off the ground.

“I am evil! Stop laughing!” Tear screamed as it soared into the air for a brief moment only to drop back down and caught in Aira’s hands….then procceded to get stomped on as she dropped the digimon on the ground and trapped it between her foot and the ground.

Not giving a single care at the moment, Aira accepted the meat offered and shoved it into the digivice somehow. Really she was having too much fun torturing her partner for being a little screaming turd. Man she has problems…

“You are not getting food until you deserve it.” Aira was firm with this design and before anyone asked why she is doing this, she quickly said “I’m trying to care but I just can’t. I hate children, and this is literally the reason why.”

[[Saeran : File City : Meat Farm]]

As the group proceeded to discover their digivices, Sei was just as well quick to search his person to find his own. He felt around his waist, discovering his key chain, which to his disappointment, held only keys. He searched his pockets, which held his cellphone, no signal, figures, and his wallet, because average currency will get you anywhere in the digital world.

Putting aside his sarcastic pessimism, at last his search led to his messenger bag which he pulled to the front underneath his arm without even removing it from his body. And there it was, dangling from a string attached to the zipper. Dark purple with golden-bronze buttons and details made the digivice rather regal looking.

With a small bit of effort as conversations progressed, Saeran undid the string and allowed the digivice to rest in his palm as he gripped it with a certain satisfaction brimming on his face.

At last his attention returned to the others as shouts came from Aira and her digimon making quite the ruckus.

"I am evil! Stop laughing!" it shouted as she bounced the little b*****d into the air making the declaration all the more comical as Aira made her own announcement denying food to the digimon until he deserved to eat. Quite a terrible thing to do to a child that under normal circumstances would likely be considered child abuse, but who was Saeran to say that this wasn't just the kind of kick in the a** the tiny master of evil needed to clean up his act.

There was one thing still lingering on Sei's mind however. The floramon made a comment earlier in their conversation with Asura, last time, they'd mentioned a last time, meaning humans showing up like this had happened before and it made them nervous. Something bad must have happened, he thought to press them on the subject but instead began fiddling with his digivice. He found the retrieve button and after pulling up a screen akin to that of a smartphone camera, he aimed at the meat and as it highlighted it on his display he pressed the retrieve button. The meat digitized and broke into separate pixels rising up, vanishing before a flow of pixels appeared in a tiny stream down into the USB-like port of his digivice, "Six pieces of meat accounted for," he announced, grinning.

[ Song : File City : Primary Village ]

"You are baaaaaaaack!" Song answered reflexively to Calumon's greeting, splaying both hands to the side to show her excitement. She could see that the little Digimon was holding a bottle of something, but she didn't pay too much attention to it as she sat up. She affirmed Asura on her way up with a, "Mhm! Song I am! I am Song!". She seemed rather chipper. To be more exact, she was in the mood to joke and be random because, .

Only after Calumon made it clear that it was meant for her did Song scrutinize the liquid held in the bottle. It looked… like a liquid. A dark purple liquid with sesame seed oil-like consistency. There were globs of something midnight blue and pulp the color of oranges floating in the bottle. Some sort of neon yellow powder had settled at the base of the bottle. The mouth of the bottle was encrusted with dried green bits that Song could only assume were the dried remnants of the medicine when past dosages were doled out. Hesitation, skepticism, and maybe even a little bit of disgust were present on Song's face. She could not think in time to prevent a rather rude, "I-is that even safe to drink?" from escaping, a mistake she quickly tried to correct, "I-I mean. I'm sorry. Thank you for going through the trouble but… But…" Song ground her lips together, trying to think of a way to make up for what she had just said.

She had to accept her fate, Rather weakly, she lifted an arm to accept the offer, "Uh… Er… Nevermind. Thank you, I guess. So I just take a sip of it and my head will stop hurting, right? Just a sip, right?"

[ Song : File City : Primary Village ]

It started out sensible, and then quickly ended with Song blinking silently in shock. She began to run a series of actions in her mind...

"WHAT THE HELL?!" Song unintentionally blurted out as Calumon left without a care in the world. Song, on the other hand, looked like she was about to die. Somehow, though, she was still firmly gripping the bottle of mysterious liquid. Turning to Bobbi, she desperately asked, "Wh-what the hell are these measurements?! What's a chairspoon?! HOW BIG IS A CHAIRSPOON?! Is it, I mean she? He? I don't know. I'm sorry. Am I going to see a measuring cup the size of a house next?!".

Acting like that seemed like it would be funny to Song, but she also felt it would be too weird and, well, she didn't want to seem crazy. That felt like a bad thing to appear like. Song looked warily at the mysterious liquid she held, Very sneakily (and by sneakily, it was in a super obvious but still quiet fashion), Song hid the bottle inside her bag, hoping that Calumon would forget about it by the time he came back with the measuring cup, which hopefully wasn't the size of a house like Song suspected.

After successfully stowing the medicine away, Song turned to Bobbi and gave her a smile, which would suddenly be replaced by a dive-bombing egg that landed square on Song's head, pushing Song's head down. One "Ofuh!" later and Song was knocked out for the... how many times has it been already? 4th? No, this would have been the 4th Digimon to hit her. This was just her 3rd time briefly knocked out from such an assault.

As Song collapsed onto the ground, a Digimon popped out of the crack that had been caused by the impact between its Digiegg and Song's head and bounced to Bobbi all in one impossibly graceful movement. It would've been difficult for Bobbi to not catch the gently landing Puttimon, which had performed exactly one flip on the way to her. The little white ball with a giant hair whirl and tiny wings would snuggle into Bobbi upon reaching her warm embrace and look up to her with wide eyes, imprinting onto her before declaring, "Mommy!".

[ Song : File City : Primary Village ]

"Mommy!" the Puttimon repeated and then snuggled its face into Bobbi's chest. The angelic digimon's wings were fluttering rapidly in happiness, "You feel so warm and soft, Mommy."

Meanwhile, Puttimon's tamer was starting to come to on the cold, hard ground. Alone. With no one cuddling next to her. Following a weak groan, she blinked and swore to herself that never again will she rise up from the spot she lay. Of course, she knew full well that eventually she would have to move, but it was the thought that counted, right? With her head aching bad enough to make her consider imbibing some of the questionable medicine Calumon brought, Song looked around and blearily saw Bobbi holding Puttimon, Something about that Puttimon felt very familiar to Song. Although, she did not remember ever having seen it in what little of the Digimon anime she had watched, but maybe she had just forgotten for a little bit. "Mizu, er, Bobbi, what's the name of your... er... the Digimon you're holding?" Song asked, hoping that maybe a name will jog her memory. For a reason she could not place, calling the unknown Digimon Mizu's seemed not right,