MPC56A: Your princess is in another castle! [Tsukiko/Mao]

A bit startled by her prime reaction, Tsukiko crawled back a little, taking some distance from the orange-haired girl. “H-Hi…” She muttered. It seemed like the initial burp of words coming from her peer was over now, so it was time for Tsukiko to say something.

Now… what could she really say? She could only answer one of the three questions the girl made inside a single word. “My name is… Ashikaga Tsukiko.” And… that was pretty much it. “I don’t know why am I here, so of course I’ve got no clue of why are you here.” That made sense, didn’t it? “I’m sorry.” She added, after a brief pause. “Who are you?” She asked.

Maybe thinking about the last thing she could remember could help. “I was walking through the Railroad plains. Then I got this weird message in my D-Terminal and…” Tsukiko stopped talking for a second, just to throughout-ly analyze this girl’s clothing. “W-What are you wearing?” The blue-eyed meant more like WHY was she wearing that. This girl was wearing some sort of Egyptian outfit, like if she were some sort of pharaoh. She even had an Egyptian crown affixed to her head and a very flamboyant golden colored set of… armor, maybe?

Tsukiko yelled as she noticed her sleeves when she raised her arm to point at the girl. Her gaze then went down, to see she was wearing a long, pink dress. She looked like a traditional tale princess. “What the hell am I wearing!?” She asked, an emphasis on the “I”.

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Meanwhile, both Mitshuharu and Kissu were walking through a very plain looking layout. It seemed like an infinite dark room, with only green lines drawn on the floor that indicated where to walk. Some mountains, also formed from green lines and black nothingness could be seen in the distance, but trying to go to them meant falling into a black endless pit and, since they didn’t know how that could end up, they just decided to follow the same path.

“It seems we were transported to some sort of digital space.” Kissu mused about the situation. “I do not know what would be the intention of whoever took us here through that message, though.” She added, while the duo kept walking.

“Before thinking on how to get out of here, we need to find Sensei.” Mitsuharu stated; a firm look on his face. Where could his partner be was all that he could wonder. Over a fairly big block, made of green lines and darkness too, he spotted a figure. “What is… that?” It seemed like… an alien?

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With a soft shaking of her head, Tsukiko’s dismissed Mao’s apologies. “Do not worry, I’m still pretty shocked too.” She then lowered her gaze as she listened to Mao’s words. “So the message in the D-Terminal is something we have in common.” She tried looking around but, sadly, there didn’t seem to be a way of leaving that cage. That door wouldn’t budge without a key.

A short giggle escaped Tsukiko after looking at her cellmate flustered expression regarding what she was wearing. “I don’t think you’re supposed to be dead! I think… we’re both supposed to be princesses. Just… different kinds of princesses.”

“That’s right!” This girl seemed to be smart. She had related their dresses with something about that message. Maybe it was the glasses. “The message did say something about a damsel in distress…” She then looked at her and Mao’s clothing again. “Do you think those are supposed to be us!?” If they paid attention, the girls could see another dress, this time of a green color, laying on one of the corners of their cage. It seemed like there was something beneath it.

It wasn’t like they had much time to ponder about it. At the eastern side of the room, a previously turned off screen lightened up, showing the image of a tiny digimon, whose whole body was covered by a dark coat.

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It not only looked like an alien… it sounded like an alien too!

Mitsuharu and Kissu just stared at the creature. At first, their guard was up, but they slowly relaxed. It really seemed to come in peace.

“It isn’t exactly well-mannered to ask for someone’s name before giving your own, you know?” Kissu stepped up front, knocking her broom on the ground.
“What kind of digimon is this, Kissu Grandma?” Mitsuharu asked, raising an eyebrow.

After taking a good look at the being, the elder replied. “This is a… Vemmon. It is a very strange kind of digimon. It’s been decades since I’ve seen one.” It wasn’t at all surprising Kissu knew. Mitsuharu had never seen her say she didn’t know a digimon’s species. Even though it was likely the day would come.

Well, not much to do but introducing themselves. “I’m Ashikaga Mitsuharu. And this is Ashikaga Kissu. We’re from the Ashikaga clan. Who are you?” The next question was very necessary. “Have you seen a human girl with pink hair around here?”

Just a second after this exchange, a sort of display appeared out of thin air. It seemed like a holographic screen where a small digimon with a coat could be seen.

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“Oh! Oh! I can’t believe you’re finally here.” The digimon had a very child-like voice. He then cleared his throat to utter the next sentence. “Please, everyone, be welcome to… Arcaria.” A small pause ensued. He then continued. “This will be an amazing adventure, where you’ll become heroes, who must save our three damsels in distress, who had been kidnapped by the evil Lego! Please hurry up, before this evil villain hurts your princesses!” He was speaking with a sort of dramatic tone. “You’ll have to go through your three stages to then find those who you’re looking for! Good luck. And remember: In Arcaria, everything is possible!"

The image disappeared, and the stage around Mitsuharu, Kissu, and Vemmon began transforming into some sort of meadow that they had to go through.

For Tsukiko and Mao, the screen simply turned off again. Maybe this had worked as some sort of explanation? The blue-eyed waited for Mao’s interpretation of this, since she had proved to be rather intuitive.

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Being interrupted by the broadcast, Tsukiko had to wait for the end of it so they could go on with their conversation. “Oh.” She blinked, after hearing this brief explanation coming from Mao regarding pharaohs. “You’re actually right.” Still sitting on the ground, the pink haired girl rubbed the back of her neck while she mused about the matter once again. “I think that tells us whoever did this, doesn’t have much of a clue about these types of things. Which doesn’t surprise me coming from a digimon.”

“Y-Yes! I have a digimon partner. He and the other member of my clan should be looking for me.” She then reached a realization by herself. “Could it be that our partners are the heroes looking for u-“ The girl interrupted herself after realizing what Mao had just said just before asking that. “Oh my god!” She instinctively covered her eyes with both hands. “That’s awful! I hope he doesn't do that to us!” How could this girl say those scary things with such ease? “D-Tector? Spirit? Oh! Could it be… you’re a spirit wielder!?“ Tsukiko's attention drifted away from the awful image of them being cut in half, luckily.

Well, that actually left them with a single question that could find its answer right now. What was that thing below the green dress? “I’ve got no clue…” Tsukiko crawled towards the piece of cloth this time and with a quick pull revealed…

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Simply Vemmon, huh? Well, easy to remember, at least. “We’re a clan of warriors. I suppose you could also call that a Samurai Clan.” Mitsuharu explained, still studying their surroundings. “Apparently it is the day of looking for humans with odd hair colors.” Kissu let go a giggle. “I’m sorry, but we hadn’t seen your girl either."

“The vessel?” The samurai asked, visibly confused. “Could it be that…?” Kissu immediately reached the conclusion, considering how it made sense for this digimon to not be… actually alive. “… you are a spirit?”

There was no more time for conversation. This meadow seemed endless! And there was something actually materializing in front of them as they spoke. What appeared not too far from the group was a pretty horrifying sight: a gigantic green-skin warrior with a massive axe and red hair.

“What the…?” Mitsuharu placed one hand on the handle of his blade. “Is this our first enemy in our quest?”

Slowly, the monster started moving towards them, taking his weapon out. Kissu looked much more scared than the Bushi Agumon. “Mitsu…” She muttered, startled at the sight. “This is… a Mega level digimon!”

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A small ball-like digimon popped out of the dress as soon as Tsukiko moved it, appearing in front of both girls.

“WhoareyouwhyareyouherewhyamIhere?!” His eyes wide open, the creature just started at the humans, before starting to look around, completely confused.
“There’s a digimon in here!” Tsukiko pointed at the creature. He had a metallic appearance, a round form and red gloves on his hands. He was actually… kind of cute. “Weren’t digimon supposed to be the saviors?"

“What are you talking about!?” He had a sweet, child-like voice. “What is going on?” He then looked below, to see the dress he was actually wearing. “What is this!?” Tsukiko sighed, maybe letting Mao do the explanations could be a good idea? As much as she could explain, considering they didn’t have much of a clue of what was going on either.

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“Wait…!” Kissu raised one hand, just as a reflex, upon seeing the development things had taken. This alien was just jumping against a mega-level digimon, trying to harm him. And what did he just say about monkeys, even?

“I guess we’ve got no option then.” Mitsuharu tsk’d before starting to run and take his own leap towards the creature. “Get… this!” He made an emphasis in that last word as he tried to slice the monster. Once both the alien and the samurai landed to both sides of the opponent, the most surprising outcome was that… it actually worked! “What?” Kissu was completely astonished. Did these two actually harm a Mega? The green monster was screaming in pain, and data was coming out of his wounds as if it was blood.

The gigantic creature shook his head. Uh-oh, time for a counterattack. Charging up his fist with electricity, Boltmon smashed the ground right in front of him, creating an explosion that would send both Vemmon and Mitsuharu away, shattering the ground. The samurai rolled in the ground; at first, his vision was kind of dizzy from the attack, but he managed to slowly stand up, using his sword.

“Mitsuhan! Are you okay?” Kissu asked, fairly worried. How could he be standing up after such attack? The elder was getting more and more confused by the minute. The wounds in the huge green warrior’s chest that they had just produced were still visible. Maybe that was a weak spot? It would probably be a good idea to go for that same wound in their next charge.

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The small metallic sphere with globes frowned. “C-Cute!?” Two small balls formed below his huge eyes. Was he… puffing his cheeks? Tsukiko just blinked, blatantly staring at the creature. “The saviors? Wait… who locked us in here? Pike and I just received a very weird message in the laboratory’s D-Terminal, and that’s the last thing I can remember! Where is Pike?” He then tried to take the dress off but… it was as if it was stuck.

Of course Tsukiko was not planning to take hers off anyways, but apparently, even if they tried, they couldn’t. Not like Mao was too far from being naked herself, though. “Agh! I have several questions! Who are our allies? And who are you two!?”

The pink-haired girl just let everything play out, staring at the digimon. It was better if Mao just continued the conversation herself; it wasn’t like Tsukiko could add much information to this matter anyways.

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[This thread is over now, we'll continue the story in another thread. Which makes this MPC ready for grading.]