Another Mon's Trash (Mission)

    Well... Every legend has to start somewhere... Right? But come on! It was the Digital World! Adventure and mystery around every corner! So what was the soon-to-be legendary Treasure Hunter doing back at the junk heap? Well, he had a job to do! And money was a necessity for adventure, as he well knew. Start with what he knows, right? And if Takara Kureha knew anything, it was trash heaps! For years he had combed through the trash of the human world! How much worse could Digital Trash be? Looking for something specific was new, but hey, no big deal. The hardest part would be finding a junk dealer for all the juicy stuff he was sure to find! And carrying all of it!

    The idea that there might already be a colony of scavengers in the trash did not seem to cross his mind. If it did, it didn't bother him.

    But first, he should pay his respects to his employer. By the gates to the dump stood a building. Slamming open the doors with no semblance of courtesy, he swaggered inside. So filthy was Takara that he seemed more appropriate as a resident of the garbage dump than an outsider... But an outsider he was. Well, to this heap at least. His mere presence made the room 20% filthier. "Takara Kureha, Treasure Hunter, at your service," The boy said with a flamboyant bow, though it wasn't clear whether it was directed to Garbagemon or Bastemon. "What can I do for you?"

As Garbagemon finished making himself up a cup of coffee, he noticed the sound of the door opening, he turning around to see a pair of humans and a Gazimon X. "Eh?" Weird... he was hoping that there would have been more people... oh well, meant that he'd have to pay less people once they were done with this job. "Oh good, you two here for the job... right?"

Bastemon got up from her seat on the sofa, she eyeing the two humans. They certainly looked weird... The pink-haired one's hair she wondered idly if it were dyed, while the blond-haired one looked like he got his clothes from the trash can. Maybe because they were trash people? Of COURSE! That made perfect sense! Trash people would be perfect for trash digging! The Ultimate cutely smiled as she waved hello. "Good afternoon! This all means very much to me, so I appreciate that you all came to help!" For a brief moment, the feline humanoid Digimon paused, her eyes beaming at the Gazimon X that was following the pink-haired human. In almost an instant, Bastemon leaped out of the sofa, she scooping up the purple furry Rookie level like an overgrown cat off the ground and giving him a squeeze. "Cute!" She'd squeal, nuzzling her face to his fur. It was her curse to bear... cute fluffy things always caused a short circuit in the Ultimate level's brain. Even if the Rookie level tried to struggle, she would fail to notice. Let's just say that her grip was much stronger than you'd think.

"L-lady Bastemon, d-don't you feel you need to explain what this whole job is all about? It IS your necklace we are talking about here." The mutant Digimon would awkwardly comment to the feline Digimon, not sure what else to really say in light of the awkward turn of events.

"Oh! Your right mister Garbagemon!" As much as she didn't want to put down the fluffy kitty rabbit, she obliged so that they could start on her request. The tall beast man Digimon politely bowed to her garbagey knights in not-so shining armor, ready to explain her ordeal. "So misters... A mishap happened to me a lil' bit ago where I misplaced my gold necklace. I think what happened was that it got mixed up with some garbage that needed to be thrown away, so it HAS to be somewhere here!"

As Bastemon began to sit back down, Garbagemon cleared his throat, he hopping towards the newcomers. Despite his meekness around Bastemon, it was very clear with the way he spoke to them that the Virus Digimon was not a weakling. "I'm Garbagemon, the caretaker of this garbage dump. I'm sure you punks realized that this job is going to be both tedious and very dirty... So I hope you know what you are getting into!" The mutant Digimon would introduce himself, he making sure that the two humans understood what this all meant. He would not tolerate anybody crying that they now smell like an Ogremon's armpit... What the hell were you expecting when digging in a garbage dump?! Either way, it was time to get into the gritty part of this little job here. "My chronies and I are busy enough already, so we can't really take time to help lady Bastemon here. Thats where you chucklenuts come in. Find it and return it to her, then its a job well-done."

"A few things I should say beforehand. If I had to take a guess as to where it's at, it would HAVE to be either in the top layers of the garbage around here... or in the worst case scenario, it might have been pocketed by one of the weirdoes who stroll around here. Also a couple of thuggish mons made their own little "homes" here. I allow them to stay as long as they don't stir up trouble, but some of those idiots have no idea how to properly act around people. Just keep an eye out for any of those slime balls and try not to get anyone killed. Saves me the paperwork. Mmmkay?" He'd add in, finally done with his little lecture, he now waiting for A-Oks from this group of weirdoes. "Any additional questions?"

    Clearly, this job was no match for the legendary Treasure Hunter Takara Kureha! It was a simple golden necklace! It was as good as found! The only real complication was his unfamiliarity with this specific heap. Back in Tokyo, Takara had known every single site, what was likely to be found where, and who had staked it out as territory. Here he was going in blind. Well, as Trashmon said... It was likely to have been already picked up. Shiny objects were the first things found in a trash heap. They... Tended to stand out. First order of business- Meet the natives!

    Without so much as a greeting to the other hunters, Takara struck a pose. "I wouldn't be much of a treasure hunter if this were too much! Do not fret, ma'am. Your necklace will be returned!" And with that, he took his leave. His first order of business was clear- It was time to meet his fellow Treasure Hunters. Those people who knew everything that went on in the dumps. If someone had found the necklace already- Someone would have heard. And if they hadn't, they would know where the freshest trash was dumped. The stuff that hadn't been scoured dry by the scavengers.

    Takara strolled into the park, comfortable as if he was in his own home... Which, in a way, he was. "Yoo-hoo" He called. "Any of you fine fellows have the time to talk?" He called... To no one apparent. Why should he waste time looking for them? Treasure hunters were curious folk. Clearly at least one, if not more, would respond to his call for no reason other than just to see what this human wanted.

"Aww, you ARE dashing!" The feline Digimon giggled at her victim's reluctance to being hugged, she only squeezing the Rookie level ever so tighter and petting him via his tamer mentioning it. Those two certainly were a pair, that was for sure! As she released the Gazimon X from her grip, she noticed a new duo coming in. It was an older blond human and an Agumon, though Bastemon was delighted to hear that they were here to help too. "Oh yay! More people! This means so much to me that you all are coming to help little ole me! I could just squeeze you all to death!" She'd cheerfully say, and much to perhaps John's (mis?)fortune, the Ultimate level Digimon who was about twice his height immediately grabbed onto him, lifting him off the ground and subjecting him to the same torture as Havoc had just experienced. Death by marshmallows.

Garbagemon couldn't help but have a sweat slide across his face, he not sure how to truly deal with the feline's urges to suffocate everyone. They kinda needed to be ALIVE to help find her necklace after all. "H-how bout you go for a walk lady Bastemon? Get some fresher air... cause there certainly isn't any here." He'd offer to his guest, hoping to least get everyone back on track.

For a brief moment, Bastemon seemed to sigh, she reluctantly once more dropping her "prey". Perhaps mister Garbagemon was right? Everyone here was so adorable, but the stench that exuded from the dump nearby could get a bit overbearing. "Mmmkay! You boys take care and find my necklace! I purr-omise to make it all worth your while!" The Ultimate level would happily say, she giggling to herself at her absolutely wretched pun before exiting the building.

The mutant Digimon sighed with relief. "Now that's over with... I need to get to get back to work. You bunch stay out of trouble, aight? If you see anything else you like, feel free to grab it, but keep your eyes on the prize, kay?" He'd tell the trio of tamers and their mons, he going back to his office to leave the volunteers be.

With Haruto separating from the main group, the garbage dump was forking into two paths. For the path that the pink-haired teen was taking, this particular sector of the junkyard was sheltered by a metal roofing, it filled to the brim with mostly paper-y style garbage, all waiting to be recycled. Mainly cardboard boxes filled with torn books, papers and old dirty magazines. Both figuratively and literally. Still, you never could know what resided in those boxes?

Besides the one that Haruto and his partner took, there was another path that branched out from the entrance. This one was leading to more conventional trash, which was mostly strewn all over the place in giant piles. It stunk to high heavens, but there was a little bit of just about anything. Mouldy food, broken toys, television sets and computer monitors, cheap souvenirs no sane man would actually buy. (Seriously... who the hell needs a hula dancing Ogremon?) Either way, it had it all! Perhaps beyond the assorted junk there would be something of value? For our rather rambunctious treasure hunter, there didn't seem to be really anyone who would actually respond to his call... at least initially.


"H-huh? Whose there?" A young voice called out. From one of the nearby piles of garbage, a viridian-colored bird Digimon popped out,  they shifting some garbage to the side. It's voice was identifiable enough that the Falcomon could be easily assumed to be female. "Oh... are you a hobo mister?" She would ask out of curiosity to the blond haired, but very loud young man, surprised to see another soul besides her and her brother out here.

Not even a moment after, another bird-like Digimon popped out, this one being a dark shade of black compared to his sister. "Hooo - I don't know HOO he is, but he sure does look like one!" The male Falcomon would say back to his sister, the way he was speaking sounding very overly dramatic compared to the more down-to-earth manner her sister spoke. Neither Falcomon had a clue as to whom this man was... hopefully not to ruin their fun like their parents would.

    "Ohohohohoho" Takara's booming laughter rang out. What? Calling him a hobo wasn't necessarily wrong, not considering that he'd lived on the streets for several years. "Well, you'd not be entirely wrong, there." See, he even admitted it! "But more than that, I'm a treasure hunter! Professional dumpster diver, trash digger, etcetera. Treasure hunter just sounds cooler." It wasn't like Takara didn't know what he was! He just dreamed way bigger. "Takara Kureha. That's me." He said, offering his hand to the birds.

    Without waiting for them to either take up or reject his handshake, he pressed on. "Well, back in the human world... I kinda found everything there was to be found, y'see? So I came here. A new place, more to find, y'know what I mean? But see, I don't know anything about this place. So I was hoping to find some guides, people who know people. And places, people who know places. So, whaddya say? You two interested?" Well, even if they weren't... They were. Takara Kureha was famed in his world for being incapable of letting 'no,' or any variants of the phrase pass his ears. Oh, and somebody else was coming up behind them... But he didn't matter. He was human, and therefore, by definition, boring.

The female Falcomon's attention was caught when the slightly greasier-looking human began to proudly call themselves a treasure hunter. Woah... Was he like an actual treasure hunter?! He didn't look like much, but all the treasure hunters in the books she reads weren't much either. "So does that mean you all are treasure hunters?" Quickly, she began to whisper to her brother. "Cedric, do you think they can help us find some treasure here? What if these guys are the real deal?"

Sadly, unlike his sister, Cedric seemed to only have one setting for volume, and that was rather loud. "HOO! I don't know May! Mother and father would be VERY mad if they learnt we were at the dump and talked to strangers!"

"Aww don't be a wuss Cedric!" May would somewhat brashly say, she cheerfully punching her brother's shoulder before grabbing him and sliding down the trash with him. She looked up to the strange group, somewhat excited. If they were the real deal, than maybe they could help them find some treasure! "Sorry mister, but we don't really know much about this place, but all the cool kids at school say there's tons of really neato stuff here!"

"HOO. If you call junk "neat" I suppose... HOO." The black Falcomon would comment bluntly, still unsure of these guys. The human with the Agumon seemed pretty well-mannered, but this other guy was just too weird for his own personal tastes.

May rolled her eyes at her brother. Man, what a party pooper. "Still... whatcha guys doing here? Is there actually treasure here? If so... could we help?" She'd ask with great curiosity. If so, she wanted to have a piece of that! Wonder how much they could get? Maybe like a hundred million bits! Yeah! Then they could like pay mom and dad to leave them alone and they could do whatever they want! Already this was a solid plan in the bird Digimon's mind. "By the way! Name's May! Dumb butt over here is my brother, Cedric."

Meanwhile, back with Haruto, there didn't seem to be much progress on their little search endeavor. However, when Havoc threw away the rather questionably lewd book away, it landing cleanly inside a cardboard box in such a manner that any father who was into basketball would be proud of, something stirred underneath it.

Or perhaps... the box itself stirred.


Rising out of the pile of boxes was what looked like a small humanoid child made of... well... whatelse? Boxes. The Bakomon stared at the human and Gazimon X, noting that their head felt a bit heavier than normal. Tilting their head slightly and reaching inside their own cavity, the Bakomon pulled out the musty, old book, they quickly running towards Havoc and handing it back to the Rookie level. "Mister, you seemed to have dropped this." The Bakomon would squeak out, an innocent look in their voice. These guys did not look familiar... plus they smelled rather clean. They weren't the like the regular hoboes here or the nice Digimon who helped run the place. Regardless, he was mostly curious of these newcomers.

"Hm? Oh, thanks." Havoc replied absently, taking the book offered at him before the reality of it set it and he whirled around sharply. "What the--"

"That is the most adorable thing I have ever seen in my entire goddamn life." Haruto stated promptly while staring at the Bakomon with blinking eyes. Realizing that he was staring he coughed as a blush settled on his cheeks. Damn his face felt like it was on fire. "Um, it is nice to meet you... Bakomon, right?" Haruto asked while looking at his Digivice to see if he got the name right, seeing everything in order he settled his gaze back on the cardbox like Digimon.

"Yeah, it's Bakomon alright." Havoc drawled as he finally calmed his racing Digicore before raising a brow at the Mutant Digimon. "Hey little fella, have you seen anything shinny around her? Particularly a necklace, a Bastemon asked for our help in retrieving it for her." He hoped that the Digimon had seen anything of the like around here.