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[Interaction encouraged right? Then my new goal for this event is to entice you to monologue Pummel. You will do it. Mwuhahaha! The evil laugh is extra fun]

The night my world fell apart, I stayed up late, I remember because. . . The girl's thoughts were interrupted by the ceiling above her crumbling. Plaster and cement were sprayed in every direction as the space which the ceiling had occupied became filled with virus digimon of different sizes and nastiness. If her thoughts had not been so rudely interrupted, the girl would have continued posing in the mirror and trying on all sorts of colorful hats. However reality was very inconvenient at times, and this was one of them. As the virus digimon fell down upon her, the girl did not scream and run as one would expect. She did not even bat an eyebrow. The only expression of emotion was a twitch of her right hand. It was an instinctive response. Rebecca could form a good guess at who these were, and what they were after. They were an army, they were after recruits, and this city had just become a battlefield. That was only a guess though, obivously deeper motivations were at work than to simply wreak havok. Who had gathered this army? Who was commanding? What were there motivations, and what did they seek to accomplish? Dozens of questions of the like flashed through Rebecca's mind. Whatever they were after must have been large, considering the amount of blood was about to be shed over it. At this point Rebecca had jumped out of the way of the Maelstorm of claws, beams and various other digimon attacked. She had grabbed Agumon by the arm and dragged her with him, afraid to lose her oldest friend. For now she had found brief respite from the chaos behind a hat rack. Rebecca was on edge, knowing that at any moment she could be found. Still she took the time to think. Rebecca loathed jumping into a fight before reaching some form of logical conclusion. Even if said conclusion was punch the villian in the face, it was better to at least think out ones actions.

Rebecca, who had been holding her breath up to this point, let out all her stress in a quiet sigh. That probably gave my position away, she thought. Rebecca was the type of person who preferred to put on a mask and act for the world, instead of revealing her true feelings. Even a stressful sigh was too telling. She glanced back at Agumon, who seemed to be handling the surprise of the attack rather poorly. Her hands clamped around his wrist like a vice clamp were the only things preventing him from running into the battle. It pained Rebecca to see chaos erupting in such a peaceful city as well, but her battle would only add to the chaos. She was just one person after all. What would really help right now were the. . . knights. They would show up, she knew they would. It was only a matter of time. The green haired tamer especially, if he existed anywhere in the digital world he would show up. Hopeless heroic types like him could not help it. A knight would charge valiantly into battle and destroy those who dare pray on the weak. Rebecca cracked a smile at the naivety of the thought. She had once been like that, but no longer. Her extended stay in the digital world had taxed her once golden outlook on the world. Perhaps she thought too much, because at the moment a Devimon's claws clamped onto Riku, her friend, her partner, her digimon. The brief smile faded away, and fear filled her eyes. Rebecca threw back her head and let out a wail. This did not stun Devimon, but that was not the intention. Instead she attracted the attention of every virus digimon surrounding her. They could not help it, creatures like this were attracted by such calls of distress. The space Rebecca and Riku occupied became a maelstorm of claws, fur and hands. All grabbing for the tamer and her digimon. Rebecca was cleverer than this though. She had thought of the obvious consequences of anouncing one's presence in the middle of a battle field. Rebecca was no weakling though, and as she had screamed the girl had secured a firm hand around her digivice. In an instant the Agumon had warp digivolved into a Wargreymon X. The pair were now floating near the ceiling, watching the chaos unfold beneath. Rebecca was holding onto a shard of the shattered mirror she had been standing in front of before. The face that stared into the mirror switched expressions, happiness, grief, fear, concern before finally deciding on one of grim determination. Underneath the mask, Rebecca was greatly bothered by the chaos. It was so uneven, so A-symmetrical. After wandering across the digital world, lost for so long, stumbling upon a metropolis such as this might as well have been paradise. Perhaps Rebecca's greatest strength and flaw was her analysis. For every thought, she tended to overanalyze. Perhaps if she thought for too long, she would tear her own mind apart. This city, seemingly free of the strife's that afflicted to the rest of the digital world had given Rebecca a brief respite from that stage of overanalysis. She stared into the glass once more. The girl who looked back was worse for the wear. Her top hat had become nearly flattened, and normally colorful hair sat under a layer of plaster dust. Her appearance was the least of Rebecca's concerns. Still an illusion could be broken if one's attention was drawn to something other than the intended object. Rebecca ripped a tapestry hanging from the ceiling and tied it around her neck. It formed a somewhat makeshift cape, like a child tying a blanket around her neck. This time the magician would play the caped defender of justice. It would truly be an interesting performance.

Worldlessly Rebecca tapped onto Riku's shoulder. The ceiling which seperated them from the upper floors had already been damaged. The digimon should be able to pierce through it quite easily, Rebecca reasoned. The girl and Digmon pushed their way through the season. Rebecca, now covered in even more plaster, was quick to observe her surroundings. They were identical to the hat shop they had been in previously. "We're on the second floor," Rebecca whispered to Riku. She did not speak much beyond that, afraid her words would be lost in the ongoing ruckus. She looked up. Something, Women's intuition perhaps, told her the answers she was seeking lied on a higher floor. The only thing seperating her between them was a three floor battle field. "Simple right," She could not resist a parting crack. Rebecca regretted having to trash the beautiful mall any further, but there was nothing much that could be done. Rebecca would try to avoid fighting if she could, rather she wished to talk with whoever was behind this. It was ideal to understand both sides of a conflict before rushing into a fight. Attacking the weak was a despicable thing, but Rebecca doubted this evil was committed for it's own sake. She tapped Wargreymon's shoulders once more and prepared to head up to the third floor.