Revisiting the past (Egg Hunt/Noxis)

Since their situation in the dark area, Everett was a little more hesitant to be such a jerk to strangers. It wasn’t necessarily that they’ve been taught a lesson, per say, but the lawyer realized that rules in this world were different than in the real world. You couldn’t just assess someone by their physique and pick a fight with them; here, you pick a fight with a bunny and you end up being eaten by a fire-breathing dragon. Okay, so maybe it was a lesson, but regardless Everett wanted to take it easy… at least for a while.

Graedon, on the other hand, was his usual self. It didn’t matter that he was rendered immobile and skewered by a giant devil, nor that he was so weak he began to lose data. All that mattered was that he won in the end, period. Since then, the man found himself excusing his partner’s behavior often, and that usually ended up in bickering between the two. The thug just didn’t get it; the term “lay low” simply didn’t exist in his world.

Today had been rather uneventful, and after their escapades in the dark parts of the digital world, the duo returned to beautiful beach-side Whitewater. They were meandering around the area, looking for fresh fruit to keep them going. For once, Everett had enough Whiskey, drinking a little too much the day before, and so today his flask would remain tucked away neatly inside his briefcase. His cigars, however, were never off limits. Pulling out a lighter, Everett fired it up and left but a cloud of smoke behind him. As they wandered farther and farther away from Whitewater City, they soon realized that they had traveled quite a bit. Of course, they’d managed to pick up sustenance on their route; coconuts, roots, and some fruit, but now they were on the border of the desert.
”Do we even have water?” inquired the man.
”Nope. Your hung over butt decided to chug the whole damn bottle, remember?”
Rolling his eyes, the haggard lawyer decided to leave this one. It was way too hot out for more heated quarreling. But to his excitement, Everett spied a pool of azure sparkling in the distance.
”Hey look, plenty more where that came from, so quit your c‘plainin.”

Rushing over to the oasis, Everett immediately refilled the empty plastic container stored in his briefcase, failing to realize that they were not alone. Graedon, on the other hand, noticed the other tamer and digimon right away, and hopped on over to them.
”Hey, a kid! You lost little guy?” prodded the bruin. Everett sighed with a hit of annoyance, but after filling the bottle walked over to the trio across the waterbed.
”Forget him, he doesn’t know how to socialize.” said the lawyer, pulling on the bear’s ear. Normally, Everett didn’t like kids, nor was he courteous really. Being a self-righteous hot shot, he was always arrogant. But seeing as he was trying to make some good ties in the Digital World, he would bite his tongue and try to... be nice.
”Who’re you guys? I’m Graedon and this here no-fun tamer is Everett. Why is a little kid all the way out here? Where’s your mommy?”
Of course, while Everett would try to behave, clearly Graedon had an agenda of his own.

Graedon raised a brow when the Coronamon spoke. A kid was worse than a stuck-up lawyer? He couldn’t imagine it. Nevertheless, he gave off a quick laugh at the Coronamon’s statement. After all, as digimon partners, it was kind of their job to complain about their humans. Though his chuckle subsided as he watched the kid put his hood back on, his tone changing from welcoming to somber. Oblivious to the other tamer’s emotions, Grae looked at up at Everett.
”Was it something I said?” asked the bear, utterly clueless.
Everett face-palmed, proceeding to grab his partner’s stout muzzle and shutting it closed.

The two of them stopped immediately when Rich mentioned something about a monster, their attention shifting fully to what he was saying.
”Getting hurt? Not a chance, kiddo. We’ve been up against some ugly monsters in this world.” stated Everett confidently.
”Oh, and uhh… sorry about your family situation.” The lawyer assumed that by being “dead”, Rich meant he’d been in the digital world for so long now that he’d been declared missing or something like that. That was a matter all on its own though.

Bouncing up into the air, the rookie digimon grew excited.
”Yeah yeah, sob story and stuff. Who’s the monster?” furrowing his brow, Graedon hawked at Leo.
”And how do you knoooooow that he’s in here? What if it’s just an urban myth, like Godzilla?”
”Oh my god…” muttered the tamer silently, shaking his head at the overly-enthusiastic digimon. The only accounts of Godzilla that Graedon’s heard of where from Rett, though apparently he failed to realize that was a fiction film.

Taken aback by the darting light, Graedon jerked back suddenly, crashing into Everett. The two of them tumbled down into the sand, the little bear quickly hopping back on his feet. The haggard lawyer however was not so quick on his feet.
”You little brat.” muttered the lawyer in his mind. Though, for the sake of seeming civil, he simply stood back up and swept the sand off of his unkempt dress pants. Pushing up the sleeves of his now ragged dress shirt, which hung loosely off his thinned silhouette, he let out a sigh and turned his focus back to the other pair.

Graedon, who had found his way over to Rich’s side during his tamer’s mishap, couldn’t help but prod at the buggy device. Carefully he extended a finger, attempting to gently tap the screen with his claw. After a moment of observation, the uneducated bruin propped up his chest and crossed his arms.
”Yup, that thing’s broken all right.” he claimed with confidence.
”Oh give me a break, how would you know?” challenged Everett.
The Bearmon gave off only a cocky scoff before he paced over to the orange skinned Digimon, looking him up and down.
”Are you okay, bud?”
Grae offered a subtle pat on the shoulder, though uncertainty caused it to be a little awkward.

Everett paid attention to what Rich said, raising a brow at his statement.
”Champion? Pft, no problem kiddo. Graedon over here can eat champs for breakfast! Whaddya say we get some payback for ya?” cockily he spoke, his head raised high. Truly, though, Everett was entirely unsure of the situation that was bound to follow. Sure they could evolve to ultimate, they’ve beat up some nasty digimon so far, but what if this one really had grown like Rich was suggesting? Then they would be doomed to becoming this beast’s four-course meal within the next hour. But, in any case, they would never go down without a fight.

OOC
Sorry for the delay! Finals week just passed a few days ago :]