And then THIS guy shows up... [Open]

Something else had followed the egg's passage into the human world after all. It too was small, and therefore easy to conceal and had the benefit of being mobile under its own power. This made it reasonably easy to hide from the unobservant humans, who so rarely looked up, or down for that matter. For a minute or two it watched the egg with interest, curious at which of these humans might pick it up- if any. The hidden form didn't have long to wait. The egg was picked up, the human's curious expression easy to relate to, given the circumstances. Squeezed into the space between a bench seat and the floor, no one paid any attention to the plump, bunny-like animal crouched like a forgotten plush toy. No one noticed Lopmon. But Lopmon noticed the man with the egg.

He watched with interest as the man stood at a literal crossroads, stairs ascending in two directions. The egg cradled under one arm drew little attention outside the hiding digimon's; he watched carefully, waiting for the man to decide a path, and for a chance to follow. He wondered what the man would do with the egg. And hoped in the mean time a human child would not mistake him for a toy.

Again.

Grant had let the bump turn him around, seamlessly flipping himself around to face the grumpy lady, with her backpack to him.  He noticed quickly that a pair of green eyes shimmered briefly within the backpack, but he was hardly phased.

He spoke quickly and with suavity, "Question. I'm about to give birth to a giant hen and I need to get to Downtown Shibuya five minutes ago.  Which way is the terminal?"  He slipped the egg from under his arm into his hand and tossed it lightly in an arc in front of his head, only to catch it with his other hand.  He re-directed the momentum and passed it to the original hand on belt level.  He continued to juggle the egg in a low arc and stepped towards her, the cool smile ever-present on his face.  He could see plain as day that she was irritated to have to give directions and wanted to hide whatever was in her backpack.

"I ask because I've heard the rumors.  Trains that lead to nowhere.  Strange disappearances near the river.  And mysterious text messages asking for your old cell phone- actually, that last one was just me- point is, I'd hate to, you know," he leaned in a little bit with a gleam and a wink in his eye, "get lost."

Human mating rituals were very strange. At least, that's the only thing Lopmon thought he could be looking at, with the being in each other's personal space, and the leaning, and the eyes. What else could it be? Did all human mating rituals involve hostility from the female? They must be the dominant one of the species. The egg-carrier had to prove himself worthy of... doing whatever it was they did to make little humans. Children.

Lopmon was startled to see green eyes shining from the open backpack, followed by a growled warning from inside. That young female was a tamer. Of course she was, it wouldn't do to breed with an inferior specimen. Maybe he needed to hatch the egg to prove worthy. Seeing a break in the foot traffic passing by and the two humans well-absorbed in their courtship ritual, Lopmon scrambled out from behind the bench and leaped, flaring his wide, prehensile-like wings to lift him up to one of the train status screens hanging from the rafters. From there he easily slipped along to perch above the two humans where he could hear (and watch) better. Crouched in the shadow of a sign as he was, he thought he would be difficult to detect. Besides.

Nobody ever looks up.

Aeron gritted her teeth this guy was clearly getting on her nerves " You're asking the wrong person, plus what makes you think that i would waste my time on weaklings like you" She spat out and stopped walking. Bones blinked from inside the backpack and was about to say something else to grant, but something caught his eyes. He looked around and sniffed the air. He could sense it a digimon was near by but he didn't know were it was. He scanned the area trying to locate it. His green eyes still couldn't spot the other digimon.

"Digi-egg?  As in Digital egg?"  Grant was uncanny at staying focused and picking out the details he wanted, even in the most absurd of circumstances.  Even in the chaos of a bunny-dog descending from the heavens and amplifying this girl's apparent hatred for him, Grant kept his cool and got the gears in his head turning.  "So this, you, and the pink blob in her bag are all digital?"  Then it hit him.  Of course!  His old buddies from way back when would tell him about some "digital world" that was connected to their own.  He never paid the stories any mind before, but put it together with the rumors that reached him even back in the States, then...

"Ah ha!  That's where I'm getting these texts from! Something in the digital world must've found my phone number!  But wait..." Grant turned to face the staircase behind him, the one where he dropped his phone perfectly between the stairwells. At the same time, he flipped through the texts and e-mails he marked in his current phone.  Somehow he switched the phone he was holding in the chaos.  "I've been receiving texts and e-mails from this same sender for 10 years.  I didn't put my info on the internet at least another 3.  How did it know about my old phone-"  Suddenly, his face beamed as something clicked in his head.  With surprising speed he stuffed the phone in his pocket, scooped up the Lopmon in his now-free arm, and started trotting down the stairs before turning back to face Aeron.  "Come along, now!  I've got something to show you!"

In a flash, he was back by where he found the egg, right next to the staircase.  He put down the Lopmon as quickly as he scooped him up, saying, "Sorry about that.  Figured you'd want to see this."  Right now, Grant was too caught up in solving a 10 year mystery to even see if whoever that girl was followed him down here.  Or if the bunnydog bit him or something.

"So!  I come down here when I was 12 years old, right?  I snuck away from my parents to go exploring and found a glowing crack in the wall right where this egg was!  What did I do?"  Grant took out his old, cracked phone and shoved it towards where the crack was.  "I shoved my phone in there like an idiot!  A 12-year-old idiot, to be specific.  Anyway, two things happened.  One, I saw visions of 0s and 1s while my hand was in there.  Now I know that was because it was a portal to the Digital World.  And two, my phone stopped working from that day forward.  But, whenever I came back here to the station from the U.S., the phone would always heat up, like it would start working again.

"That's why I dropped my phone today.  It got really hot, too hot for me to hold.  Kinda like it is right now- agh!" The phone went tumbling to the ground.  Somehow, the case had finally broken open from a short fall like that, but the more shocking part flew out from within the casing, still hot and glowing slightly.

"I'm not a rat," Lopmon huffed at the angry female. "I'm Lopmauhwoah!" It's probably a good thing the male grabbed him and went dashing off down the hallway. That woman might have eaten him otherwise. Still, it was kind of a shock, having this gigantic excitable brute scoop him up like adorable luggage. He stood stiffly and wide-eyed as Grant set him down and went on explaining at a rapid pace. Lopmon was clearly not used to being manhandled.

"You're pretty quick," he said, toddling over to the still-warm digivice and fanning it with his ears. "All I said was 'digi-egg,' and you got all that. Are all humans so easily distracted from their mating rituals?" He seemed to be asking himself as much as Grant. Now cool enough to touch, Lopmon scooped the digivice up n both paws, flared his ears for lift, and hopped up to his shoulder in a single leap and flap.

"This belongs to you," he said solemnly, offering the digivice. "That egg is your partner."

Lopmon cocked his head to the side, studying the little purple dog-rock-head. The effect on the cute, fuzzy body with his over-sized ears was a little comical, even with his quizzical, serious expression. He clearly viewed the birth of a digimon with some reverence. He was quiet for several moments, attempts at concealment forgotten as he perched off Grant's left shoulder, right ear wrapped loosely around his right like a fluffy tan and pink scarf. He studied G-Fragmon earnestly, then nodded down to the new digimon in a way that almost could have been a bow. "I am Lopmon," he introduced himself to G-Fragmon. "Welcome to the human world."

"I've never heard of or seen one of you before. How lovely." He leaned closer, peering at the little rock dog head intently. "What kind of digimon are you? What kind of digimon will you digivolve into, I wonder?"