You're welcome to do this, with two tamers and a single Digimon partner if I am reading your character sheet right, provided you are up to the task.CJ1145 said:
If so, then you are approved.
Digimon: Radiance (A Digimon RP, Full)
- Thread starter Brad Shepard
- Start date
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If so, then you are approved.
I'll reserve a space. I did have a CS written but I believe I forgot to hit post.
Because I am silly.
CS COMING SOON!
Because I am silly.
CS COMING SOON!
We can get this hypothetical train rolling as soon as Jack and Paddin put up their character sheets for approval.
If another person happens to be interested, that's fine too. We are looking for around 6-7 people anyway.
If another person happens to be interested, that's fine too. We are looking for around 6-7 people anyway.
Hopefully soon, it's been a while since the last CS post... Not to seem rude or anything, I'm just eager to begin...Z of the Na said:
Don't worry, I'm in the same boat. It's been quite a while since a good number of us have done this and I'm sure we're all very eager to have some fun, myself included.CrazyGirl17 said:
I'm confident it will be worth the wait and you will all enjoy what Brad and I have in store.
Tomorrow is the day People, we shall start our adventure tomorrow! The RP will stay open in case anyone else wants to join, but no matter what, its begins.
Tamer
Name - Jay Asher
Age - 18
Brief Physical Description - A skinny guy, not much muscle or fat on him. Neck length, straight light brown hair. Blue eyes. Usually wears a white shit with vertical stripes in a slightly darker white. The shirt's top two buttons are usually undone, exposing a silver chain with a katana, sideways along the chain. His shirt is untucked to his dark blue jeans. Black and white converse shoes.
Brief Overview of Personality - A little shy, but not afraid of talking to people, just prefers to be on people's best side and thinks that talking to people too much could lead to him wronging someone or them not liking him. Tech Savvy and artistic in nature which he uses to work on digital art. Helpful and nice around most people but on his own, he tends to think a little too much, and judge himself harshly.
Brief Individual Backstory - From an early age, Jay has always possessed a creative mind, thinking up new worlds and realms from his imagination. It is through this that Jay started as an artist, trying to sell his artwork from the age of 14. His parents were never best pleased with him trying to do this, fearing that he would not be able to support himself throughout his life on such income, so they often urged him to study subjects that could earn him money, which is why he also knows computer skills, though he really is set on his art. Jay had a few friends at school but was never popular and was picked on for his small stature. Since then, he has been working hard on his art, sticking to a style and them of his over perception and how people view things.
Digimon Partner
Digimon - Patamon
Digivolution Line - Patamon - Angemon - MagnaAngemon - SlashAngemon
Brief Overview of Personality - A very outgoing type, always on the look to see somewhere new and meet new people. Always looking towards the next big thing for himself. Loves a challenge and strives to go for it, but occasionally forgets about others when exploring, leading to almost selfish tendencies.
Brief Individual Backstory - Patamon has worked as a sort of courier for the Digital World for the longest time, delivering bits and bobs to various Digimon across the world. While he hasn't been everywhere, he's covered a large range of places where Digimon live and reside, and gotten lost on occasion and ended up where he shouldn't have been. Still, Patamon loves what he does and keeps on trucking regardless. He's met many Digimon in his travels but has never settled down with any of them long enough to call friends.
Name - Jay Asher
Age - 18
Brief Physical Description - A skinny guy, not much muscle or fat on him. Neck length, straight light brown hair. Blue eyes. Usually wears a white shit with vertical stripes in a slightly darker white. The shirt's top two buttons are usually undone, exposing a silver chain with a katana, sideways along the chain. His shirt is untucked to his dark blue jeans. Black and white converse shoes.
Brief Overview of Personality - A little shy, but not afraid of talking to people, just prefers to be on people's best side and thinks that talking to people too much could lead to him wronging someone or them not liking him. Tech Savvy and artistic in nature which he uses to work on digital art. Helpful and nice around most people but on his own, he tends to think a little too much, and judge himself harshly.
Brief Individual Backstory - From an early age, Jay has always possessed a creative mind, thinking up new worlds and realms from his imagination. It is through this that Jay started as an artist, trying to sell his artwork from the age of 14. His parents were never best pleased with him trying to do this, fearing that he would not be able to support himself throughout his life on such income, so they often urged him to study subjects that could earn him money, which is why he also knows computer skills, though he really is set on his art. Jay had a few friends at school but was never popular and was picked on for his small stature. Since then, he has been working hard on his art, sticking to a style and them of his over perception and how people view things.
Digimon Partner
Digimon - Patamon
Digivolution Line - Patamon - Angemon - MagnaAngemon - SlashAngemon
Brief Overview of Personality - A very outgoing type, always on the look to see somewhere new and meet new people. Always looking towards the next big thing for himself. Loves a challenge and strives to go for it, but occasionally forgets about others when exploring, leading to almost selfish tendencies.
Brief Individual Backstory - Patamon has worked as a sort of courier for the Digital World for the longest time, delivering bits and bobs to various Digimon across the world. While he hasn't been everywhere, he's covered a large range of places where Digimon live and reside, and gotten lost on occasion and ended up where he shouldn't have been. Still, Patamon loves what he does and keeps on trucking regardless. He's met many Digimon in his travels but has never settled down with any of them long enough to call friends.
Name - Richard Greene
Age - 15
Brief Physical Description - A pale kid, who is surprisingly tall for his age, standing around 6 feet tall. With short brown hair the arches over his forehead; his dull green eyes being the only other thing of note on his face. With an open brown shirt showing a light green undershirt. His pants are a little loose with several pockets, its color matching his shirt.
Brief Overview of Personality - An introvert, Richard doesn't like crowds and feels uncomfortable when he communicates with strangers. When giving nothing to do, Richard usually gets lost in his own head, having conversations with himself as he thinks things out...sometimes the conversations manifest by him talking to himself. Whenever he thinks of something he wants to remember, he writes it down in a small notebook he keeps on person.
Brief Individual Backstory - A not-so-average teenager with a rather average upbringing, Richard was a constant source of concern for his parents. He never really did much with his siblings, let alone non-relatives, and trips to several doctors had to be made before it was proven that he was simply a "victim" of a distant personality, not afflicted with a mental disorder. Even so, Richard found himself a recurring patient of a few therapists in his hometown in an attempt to shape him into a more social person. It was one of those doctors that came up with the idea of the notebooks, as Richard had few other ways of expressing himself. That idea soon blossomed to an extent, as Richard found he had a knack for vocabulary and flowery language. Knowing his talents, he soon started to work on writing his own stories, branching across many genres. Several thick notebooks in his room are filled with his stories and concepts, but, so far, he has yet to show any of them to anyone.
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Digimon - Coronamon
Nickname - Core
Digivolution Line - Sunmon, Coronamon, Firamon, Flaremon, Apollomon
Brief Overview of Personality - In a word: energetic. Core is a stubborn digimon that hates staying still with a passion, and he always acts when he feels like it, even when others plead for caution. His past has colored him a protector, always coming to the defense of those who he believes needs him.
Brief Individual Backstory - As soon a Core came into existence, even as a little Sunmon, he spent his days wandering the digital world. He hopped from place to lace, claiming to see the sights, but always appeared to have a second motive. Eventually, after he came onto to rookie form, he wandered through a city of steel and met a Guardromon. However, they did not know each other for long, as a freak accident in the city sent a powerful creature loose to wreak havoc. In the chaos, Core and the Guardromon found themselves trapped by the unknown force. In the ensuing battle, it was clear that the pair were no match for it, and in a final gambit, the Guardromon took a last stand to give Core a moment to escape. Reluctant to leave, but knowing the sacrifice would be in vain if he stayed, Core ran. After that, he continued his wandering, only staying in a place for a while if someone needs him.
Age - 15
Brief Physical Description - A pale kid, who is surprisingly tall for his age, standing around 6 feet tall. With short brown hair the arches over his forehead; his dull green eyes being the only other thing of note on his face. With an open brown shirt showing a light green undershirt. His pants are a little loose with several pockets, its color matching his shirt.
Brief Overview of Personality - An introvert, Richard doesn't like crowds and feels uncomfortable when he communicates with strangers. When giving nothing to do, Richard usually gets lost in his own head, having conversations with himself as he thinks things out...sometimes the conversations manifest by him talking to himself. Whenever he thinks of something he wants to remember, he writes it down in a small notebook he keeps on person.
Brief Individual Backstory - A not-so-average teenager with a rather average upbringing, Richard was a constant source of concern for his parents. He never really did much with his siblings, let alone non-relatives, and trips to several doctors had to be made before it was proven that he was simply a "victim" of a distant personality, not afflicted with a mental disorder. Even so, Richard found himself a recurring patient of a few therapists in his hometown in an attempt to shape him into a more social person. It was one of those doctors that came up with the idea of the notebooks, as Richard had few other ways of expressing himself. That idea soon blossomed to an extent, as Richard found he had a knack for vocabulary and flowery language. Knowing his talents, he soon started to work on writing his own stories, branching across many genres. Several thick notebooks in his room are filled with his stories and concepts, but, so far, he has yet to show any of them to anyone.
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Digimon - Coronamon
Nickname - Core
Digivolution Line - Sunmon, Coronamon, Firamon, Flaremon, Apollomon
Brief Overview of Personality - In a word: energetic. Core is a stubborn digimon that hates staying still with a passion, and he always acts when he feels like it, even when others plead for caution. His past has colored him a protector, always coming to the defense of those who he believes needs him.
Brief Individual Backstory - As soon a Core came into existence, even as a little Sunmon, he spent his days wandering the digital world. He hopped from place to lace, claiming to see the sights, but always appeared to have a second motive. Eventually, after he came onto to rookie form, he wandered through a city of steel and met a Guardromon. However, they did not know each other for long, as a freak accident in the city sent a powerful creature loose to wreak havoc. In the chaos, Core and the Guardromon found themselves trapped by the unknown force. In the ensuing battle, it was clear that the pair were no match for it, and in a final gambit, the Guardromon took a last stand to give Core a moment to escape. Reluctant to leave, but knowing the sacrifice would be in vain if he stayed, Core ran. After that, he continued his wandering, only staying in a place for a while if someone needs him.
Approved, and with that we are ready! first post goes up later today! get hyped people!Paddin said:
?Why do you do this?! I thought you were our guardians!? A frightened digimon said, the destruction of his village around him, the houses of his friends and family burnt to ashes. Nothing was right in his world, let alone the digital world, he was the last of Thanagar?s guardians, the village of the birds had been roosted by these protectors of the world, yet he did not know why, as he stood there, broken sword in hand, he was prepared to get this one last answer from these Digimon before he returned to the primary villiage.
?I am sorry Ravemon, we do this for the greater good. I hope someday you will be able to forgive us.? A noble voice said as she rose her hand in the air. As Ravemon looked up, he knew his time had come, but he also knew he was not going down without a fight.
?MOUSHUGEKI!? he yelled, charging at his enemy, determined to try to take her with him. The woman looked on as the raven dashed towards her, a single, remorseful tear streamed down her face as she called out her attack.
?Phantom Euthanasia??
A flame of the brightest blue appeared on the palm of her hand, then, just as quickly, shot at Ravemon, hitting him in the chest. Within a millisecond, he was gone, and with him, the last of Thanagar. As the woman looked upon the destruction, she felt remorse for what had transpired, but at the same time, vigor for the next.
?Do not feel bad my friend, this had to be done, like the last few.? A male voice spoke as he put his hand on her shoulder to comfort her. ?I would not qualify 19 villages and groups as a few? But it is as you say, it must be done? for the greater good.?
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?This cannot go on any more! I must??
?No, you could not stand up to them, they are far too strong, even for one such as yourself.? A voice from high upon the first said to his companion. They both looked though a crystal in the wall before them the destruction of one of the largest villages of their world, though unable to do anything about it.
?Cherubimon, we might be unable to do anything, but I know of thoughts who might be able to??
?Do you mean the humans my lord?? Cherubimon spoke to the entity, who looked down upon his subject and nodded.
?Yes, they are already here, but there is a problem, it appears that I cannot speak to them, they seem to have anticipated this action and somehow blocked me from speaking to them. This is? disturbing??
?Do not worry about it my lord, I will travel to the primary village myself and inform them. I shall leave at once!? the beastly angel said as he departed the chamber of his lord.
?God?s speed Cherubimon?God?s speed.?
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A pure white room, 7 beds, 7 mirrors, 7 pedestals, this is what Leon saw as he awoke from what seems like an eternal dream. It was the oddest thing, he looked around the room, next to each bed was a mirror, and in front of each mirror a stand, and upon each stand, an egg.
He looked to each of the beds, in which he saw people in each one, all of them he has seen before, but their names escaped him at the moment. ?this has to be a dream?? he thought, thought why he would have such a dream was beyond his understanding at the moment.
?Ok, I?ve had enough of this* he said as he slapped himself in the face to wake up from the most obring dream ever, but it did not work, the only thing that happened was him having a red mark and stinging pain in his left cheek.
?Well?Crap, this is real.? He said, freaking out a little. As he began to pace back and forth, the egg near his bed began to shake and rattle. With a puzzled look upon his face, Leon walked over to it. The egg was quite odd, being purple with red gem like objects painted all over it, like some sort of expensive Easter egg. But at the same time, it was almost as if it was calling to him. As Leon approached it, the egg began to shake and move more and more as he walked closer and closer to it. He felt compelled to touch it, but worried what would happen, he did just wake up in a room with 6 other people when the last thing he remembered was walking to the drug store to get a slim jim.
As he touched the egg, the brightest of lights shined from it, forcing Leon to cover his eyes. When he uncovered them, there stood a little fuzzball, no bigger than a bowling ball, but with a mouth, and ears.
?Ok? um? Hi little purple thing? What am I talking about, the thing is a stuffed animal??
?HEY! Im no stuffed animal! I am Zero the Dodomon!?
AHHHHHHHH!!!!!? Brad screamed as the creature talked, this was only going to get weirder as timed went on, he could tell.
?I am sorry Ravemon, we do this for the greater good. I hope someday you will be able to forgive us.? A noble voice said as she rose her hand in the air. As Ravemon looked up, he knew his time had come, but he also knew he was not going down without a fight.
?MOUSHUGEKI!? he yelled, charging at his enemy, determined to try to take her with him. The woman looked on as the raven dashed towards her, a single, remorseful tear streamed down her face as she called out her attack.
?Phantom Euthanasia??
A flame of the brightest blue appeared on the palm of her hand, then, just as quickly, shot at Ravemon, hitting him in the chest. Within a millisecond, he was gone, and with him, the last of Thanagar. As the woman looked upon the destruction, she felt remorse for what had transpired, but at the same time, vigor for the next.
?Do not feel bad my friend, this had to be done, like the last few.? A male voice spoke as he put his hand on her shoulder to comfort her. ?I would not qualify 19 villages and groups as a few? But it is as you say, it must be done? for the greater good.?
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?This cannot go on any more! I must??
?No, you could not stand up to them, they are far too strong, even for one such as yourself.? A voice from high upon the first said to his companion. They both looked though a crystal in the wall before them the destruction of one of the largest villages of their world, though unable to do anything about it.
?Cherubimon, we might be unable to do anything, but I know of thoughts who might be able to??
?Do you mean the humans my lord?? Cherubimon spoke to the entity, who looked down upon his subject and nodded.
?Yes, they are already here, but there is a problem, it appears that I cannot speak to them, they seem to have anticipated this action and somehow blocked me from speaking to them. This is? disturbing??
?Do not worry about it my lord, I will travel to the primary village myself and inform them. I shall leave at once!? the beastly angel said as he departed the chamber of his lord.
?God?s speed Cherubimon?God?s speed.?
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A pure white room, 7 beds, 7 mirrors, 7 pedestals, this is what Leon saw as he awoke from what seems like an eternal dream. It was the oddest thing, he looked around the room, next to each bed was a mirror, and in front of each mirror a stand, and upon each stand, an egg.
He looked to each of the beds, in which he saw people in each one, all of them he has seen before, but their names escaped him at the moment. ?this has to be a dream?? he thought, thought why he would have such a dream was beyond his understanding at the moment.
?Ok, I?ve had enough of this* he said as he slapped himself in the face to wake up from the most obring dream ever, but it did not work, the only thing that happened was him having a red mark and stinging pain in his left cheek.
?Well?Crap, this is real.? He said, freaking out a little. As he began to pace back and forth, the egg near his bed began to shake and rattle. With a puzzled look upon his face, Leon walked over to it. The egg was quite odd, being purple with red gem like objects painted all over it, like some sort of expensive Easter egg. But at the same time, it was almost as if it was calling to him. As Leon approached it, the egg began to shake and move more and more as he walked closer and closer to it. He felt compelled to touch it, but worried what would happen, he did just wake up in a room with 6 other people when the last thing he remembered was walking to the drug store to get a slim jim.
As he touched the egg, the brightest of lights shined from it, forcing Leon to cover his eyes. When he uncovered them, there stood a little fuzzball, no bigger than a bowling ball, but with a mouth, and ears.
?Ok? um? Hi little purple thing? What am I talking about, the thing is a stuffed animal??
?HEY! Im no stuffed animal! I am Zero the Dodomon!?
AHHHHHHHH!!!!!? Brad screamed as the creature talked, this was only going to get weirder as timed went on, he could tell.
The Egg.
It was the first thing Richard saw when a loud yell woke him from his slumber. Sitting up in his bed, the boy only took a moment's glance at the man in shock before he realized he had no clue where he was. He certainly didn't remember falling asleep, let along falling asleep in a place like this.
Richard then looked down to see that he was still in his casual clothes, which he never wore to bed. However, if he still had them on, then there was a chance he could find a clue to how he got here. Reaching into one of his pant pockets, Richard felt around and found one of his personal notebooks, with a pen and pencil stuck to the binding. Richard flipped the book open to find it...empty. At that moment, the reason for the blank pages came to him: the last notebook he had on hand was filled up, and he had just switched it out at his house when...
The teenager rubbed his head in slight frustration as he realized that there was a blank spot in his memory, something between retrieving the new journal and waking up here. Could it be that he was making this all up? Was he dreaming? No, not possible, even with all his dream journalism, Richrd never could actively realize he was in a dream. Whenever he did, it would force him to wake up.
Then, a rattling drew Richard's attention back to the Egg. Once he looked, he saw the Egg jostle itself on the pedestal it was placed on. The Egg appeared as if it was on fire, with a whitish base that changed to a bright yellow, then orange, then red, as the color moved across the surface to the top. "Is it...for me?" Richard blurted out a thought that popped into his head as he reached for the Egg.
When his index finger made contact, the fiery Egg began to glow as bright as the sun, making Richard looked away to protect his vision. When he looked back, the Egg was gone, and a small, reddish, sun-like creature sat on the pedestal, with a dancing flame upon its crown. "Well hi!" The little creature bounced up and down as it seemed to be happy to see Richard. "I'm Core, a Sunmon, happy to meet you!"
Richard didn't respond when the little, spiky ball spoke. Instead he found himself dumbstruck at the sight of the Sunmon, a trembling hand reaching for his notebook.
It was the first thing Richard saw when a loud yell woke him from his slumber. Sitting up in his bed, the boy only took a moment's glance at the man in shock before he realized he had no clue where he was. He certainly didn't remember falling asleep, let along falling asleep in a place like this.
Richard then looked down to see that he was still in his casual clothes, which he never wore to bed. However, if he still had them on, then there was a chance he could find a clue to how he got here. Reaching into one of his pant pockets, Richard felt around and found one of his personal notebooks, with a pen and pencil stuck to the binding. Richard flipped the book open to find it...empty. At that moment, the reason for the blank pages came to him: the last notebook he had on hand was filled up, and he had just switched it out at his house when...
The teenager rubbed his head in slight frustration as he realized that there was a blank spot in his memory, something between retrieving the new journal and waking up here. Could it be that he was making this all up? Was he dreaming? No, not possible, even with all his dream journalism, Richrd never could actively realize he was in a dream. Whenever he did, it would force him to wake up.
Then, a rattling drew Richard's attention back to the Egg. Once he looked, he saw the Egg jostle itself on the pedestal it was placed on. The Egg appeared as if it was on fire, with a whitish base that changed to a bright yellow, then orange, then red, as the color moved across the surface to the top. "Is it...for me?" Richard blurted out a thought that popped into his head as he reached for the Egg.
When his index finger made contact, the fiery Egg began to glow as bright as the sun, making Richard looked away to protect his vision. When he looked back, the Egg was gone, and a small, reddish, sun-like creature sat on the pedestal, with a dancing flame upon its crown. "Well hi!" The little creature bounced up and down as it seemed to be happy to see Richard. "I'm Core, a Sunmon, happy to meet you!"
Richard didn't respond when the little, spiky ball spoke. Instead he found himself dumbstruck at the sight of the Sunmon, a trembling hand reaching for his notebook.
Groggily, Akesha came to, sitting up and blinking the sleep away from her eyes. Where am I? She thought, confused. Akesha could see she was in a white room with several beds in it, each next to a pillar with what looked like giant eggs on them. Nothing was adding up here. She closed her eyes, trying to remain calm.
How did I get here? The last thing I remember, I was at home... And then...
Suddenly, there was a cracking sound beside her, and she opened them to see that whatever was in the orange and yellow egg at her bedside was beginning to hatch. Akesha held her breath, watching as the egg broke apart, revealing what could only be described as a feathery ball with eyes.
Despite her situation, Akesha had to admit it was oddly... Cute.
"Hello, there, little guy. My name's Akesha. What's yours?"
The feathered ball regarded her for a moment before gruffly muttering, "Puwamon."
How did I get here? The last thing I remember, I was at home... And then...
Suddenly, there was a cracking sound beside her, and she opened them to see that whatever was in the orange and yellow egg at her bedside was beginning to hatch. Akesha held her breath, watching as the egg broke apart, revealing what could only be described as a feathery ball with eyes.
Despite her situation, Akesha had to admit it was oddly... Cute.
"Hello, there, little guy. My name's Akesha. What's yours?"
The feathered ball regarded her for a moment before gruffly muttering, "Puwamon."
"Dirk?"
"I'm here."
Daria saw her brother sitting up in the bed adjacent to her own. They both looked around the room warily, parsing their brains for any memory of how they got here. There was none that they could recall. All they knew was that they were here, now, and between them was a mirror and a stand in front of it. On it rested an egg. Dirk cocked an eyebrow and asked, "Do you have any idea--"
"Not a one," his sister responded. He nodded, acknowledging the answer, and rose up to his feet. They both felt a rush of blood like they'd been lying like that for... they didn't want to think how long. They looked around the room and saw other humans, strangely familiar ones at that. They exchanged a look, telling each other everything they needed to say in the briefest exchange. These strangers and this place were odd, but the most important thing right then... was that egg. They both approached the stand cautiously. Or rather, Dirk approached cautiously. Daria stuck her face right up against it, nose pressing against its side.
"Waaaay bigger than a chicken egg... whaddaya think it is?"
"Whatever it is, you definitely shouldn't be touching like that!"
"Relax! It's not like--" Whatever she intended to say, it didn't get a chance to be said. The egg began to glow bright yellow, and the girl drew her face back with a little yelp. Both siblings took a careful step away from the egg as its colors shifted to orange, and then an increasingly hot rd. The color deepened further and further, until a crack spat by their ears. The egg split straight from top to bottom, and fell apart as such, leaving behind a little black creature.
Silence. Utter, slack-jawed silence prevailed as the twins gaped at this thing. They exchanged another glance. Say something to it. No, YOU say something to it!
The glaring lasted a short few seconds before Dirk admitted defeat. His shoulders slumped, and he crouched down a bit to get eye level with the little creature. "Uh... h-hi? What are--who are you?"
The little creature was silent for a moment, leaving Dirk believing himself a fool for trying to speak to it. But then it talked. Against all reason, it spoke in a tiny, soft voice.
"I am Botamon. Hi!"
The twins just stared. "...Botamon?"
"I'm here."
Daria saw her brother sitting up in the bed adjacent to her own. They both looked around the room warily, parsing their brains for any memory of how they got here. There was none that they could recall. All they knew was that they were here, now, and between them was a mirror and a stand in front of it. On it rested an egg. Dirk cocked an eyebrow and asked, "Do you have any idea--"
"Not a one," his sister responded. He nodded, acknowledging the answer, and rose up to his feet. They both felt a rush of blood like they'd been lying like that for... they didn't want to think how long. They looked around the room and saw other humans, strangely familiar ones at that. They exchanged a look, telling each other everything they needed to say in the briefest exchange. These strangers and this place were odd, but the most important thing right then... was that egg. They both approached the stand cautiously. Or rather, Dirk approached cautiously. Daria stuck her face right up against it, nose pressing against its side.
"Waaaay bigger than a chicken egg... whaddaya think it is?"
"Whatever it is, you definitely shouldn't be touching like that!"
"Relax! It's not like--" Whatever she intended to say, it didn't get a chance to be said. The egg began to glow bright yellow, and the girl drew her face back with a little yelp. Both siblings took a careful step away from the egg as its colors shifted to orange, and then an increasingly hot rd. The color deepened further and further, until a crack spat by their ears. The egg split straight from top to bottom, and fell apart as such, leaving behind a little black creature.
Silence. Utter, slack-jawed silence prevailed as the twins gaped at this thing. They exchanged another glance. Say something to it. No, YOU say something to it!
The glaring lasted a short few seconds before Dirk admitted defeat. His shoulders slumped, and he crouched down a bit to get eye level with the little creature. "Uh... h-hi? What are--who are you?"
The little creature was silent for a moment, leaving Dirk believing himself a fool for trying to speak to it. But then it talked. Against all reason, it spoke in a tiny, soft voice.
"I am Botamon. Hi!"
The twins just stared. "...Botamon?"
Jason heard a yell and groggily opened his eyes, blinded by the white light. Groaning and covering his eyes, he lifted himself up from the bed and sat still, aware of noises all around him. Who was speaking so loudly? Lowering his hands, he blinked as he saw a tired looking blond guy staring directly at him. Starting up, he calmed down as he recognized the face. He was staring at a reflection of himself from a mirror located next to the bed. Confused, he turned and looked around. The sight that reached his eyes didn't answer any questions.
He was in a bright white room with 7 beds, 7 pedestals and chaos in the middle. Several strangers were either lying down or up and talking to fluffy toys. Jason's jaw dropped as he tried to process the events in front of him.
"Where... am I?"
His voice was croaky, as if it had been unused for a while. Staring down at his hands, he saw the oil that had been on them when he was at work earlier was gone. Had he fallen asleep at work? Was there an accident? Was this a hospital? Or...
"Am I dead?"
He said the question out loud, hoping an answer would appear before him. Covering his eyes again, he sunk back on the bed as his mind went in to overload, completely overwhelmed and confused.
A cracking noise made Jason perk up his head. There was an egg on the pedestal closest to him which was beginning to wobble and make noises. Blocking out all of the mess, he concentrated on the object, hoping he would at least understand this problem. The egg was much bigger than any egg he had seen before. Maybe it was an ostrich egg? Then again, what sort of ostrich would lay a teal green spotted egg?
Standing up and getting closer, he examined it more. It was wobbling with an increasing struggle whilst cracks appeared down the surface. Suddenly it stopped. Jason waited with bated breath, leaning a bit closer to investigate.
Suddenly the egg exploded, fragments flying everywhere. Falling backwards in shock, Jason shielded himself as he landed on his butt. Looking up, he found that what had replaced the egg was beyond insanity.
"Private Petitmon, reporting for duty, Sir!" Cried the small green floating creature, with tiny wings keeping it afloat as it beamed at Jason. The creature struggled to stay afloat as it lowered down to eye level, excitedly awaiting a response. Jason was horrified and dumbstruck.
"What the hell are you?" He blurted out, saying the first thing that came to mind.
"... Private Petitmon, sir!" The creature said again. Flying in small circles, Petitmon was slightly confused to the humans response but was still astoundingly happy. He finally had his human!
He was in a bright white room with 7 beds, 7 pedestals and chaos in the middle. Several strangers were either lying down or up and talking to fluffy toys. Jason's jaw dropped as he tried to process the events in front of him.
"Where... am I?"
His voice was croaky, as if it had been unused for a while. Staring down at his hands, he saw the oil that had been on them when he was at work earlier was gone. Had he fallen asleep at work? Was there an accident? Was this a hospital? Or...
"Am I dead?"
He said the question out loud, hoping an answer would appear before him. Covering his eyes again, he sunk back on the bed as his mind went in to overload, completely overwhelmed and confused.
A cracking noise made Jason perk up his head. There was an egg on the pedestal closest to him which was beginning to wobble and make noises. Blocking out all of the mess, he concentrated on the object, hoping he would at least understand this problem. The egg was much bigger than any egg he had seen before. Maybe it was an ostrich egg? Then again, what sort of ostrich would lay a teal green spotted egg?
Standing up and getting closer, he examined it more. It was wobbling with an increasing struggle whilst cracks appeared down the surface. Suddenly it stopped. Jason waited with bated breath, leaning a bit closer to investigate.
Suddenly the egg exploded, fragments flying everywhere. Falling backwards in shock, Jason shielded himself as he landed on his butt. Looking up, he found that what had replaced the egg was beyond insanity.
"Private Petitmon, reporting for duty, Sir!" Cried the small green floating creature, with tiny wings keeping it afloat as it beamed at Jason. The creature struggled to stay afloat as it lowered down to eye level, excitedly awaiting a response. Jason was horrified and dumbstruck.
"What the hell are you?" He blurted out, saying the first thing that came to mind.
"... Private Petitmon, sir!" The creature said again. Flying in small circles, Petitmon was slightly confused to the humans response but was still astoundingly happy. He finally had his human!