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Gone Sovereign [Hakainushi/mature/OPEN]
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Post by terminallyVicious on Jan 15, 2014 20:12:07 GMT
[ Enter ] The Digital World was a big place. It seemed that there were still many places to explore yet, this whole western expanse being one of them. Vira wasn't randomly wandering it at this time, however, she had already scoped out it's area earlier by asking a few natives of the area, mostly scattered about since the main civilization of the desert was destroyed a little while back. An interesting topic, but not one the commander cared about too much, so she never bothered asking about the details on the matter. There were several key areas, the Valley of Dragons being the largest, and definitely a place of interest, though that wasn't the current mission. This was but a smaller part of a larger plan, a single thread of a dangerous web being woven over the entire Digital World. The Cliffs of Chaos were already wrapped up in this, a fact nobody had paid attention to as of yet. The mission now, the objective at hand, it was simple; to create a name for herself, themselves, this nefarious organization the nineteen year old had resurrected from sheer dominance of will. Attacks were best done in pairs, or if possible, more. It was common strategy to overwhelm the enemy, and while this spread forces thin, Vira could definitely afford to do just that. In a manner of what seemed to be mere weeks the organization has grown, members coming from all corners of the world, crawling to her, demanding power in exchange for protection. She would grant it to them, of course, in exchange for a blood oath. The organization literally controlled the lives of it's members, as any attempt to leave would result in swift death. While some pain was best achieved slowly, this was one the spider would bite down on quickly, heresy was the wrongest of doings, and the only way to deal with it was quick execution. This lengthy and overly complex description of the teenager's inner mind brings us back to the point: the attack at hand, the invasion. Six armored legs crawled on the tunnel walls, nearly blending in with the cybernetic environment. Light blue color liquid, presumably droll, seeped from the creature's jagged mouth, dropping down to the floor of the cavern with each motion of the spider like machination. It's eyes glowed in the low-light, acting as a pair of tiny headlights for it to maneuver with ease. This was it's environment, it's natural habitat, and it was more ready than it has ever been before. Meanwhile, his disrespectful excuse for a tamer idly walked below, hands in pocket, attempting to make idle conversation with her other companion before the upcoming battle. The calm before a storm would be a fitting atmosphere to describe the situation at hand. " Look at this place." The commander's blue tinted hair appeared vivid cerulean in the artificial lighting of the cavern, " It's like it's asking: "Hey Hakainushi, terrorize me!"" She made several exaggerated hand motions while performing a mocking voice, a voice she determined sounded a lot like a ridiculous In-Training leveled Digimon or something of that nature. " Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha haah......." The girl's laugh was sort of annoying, exactly eight syllables and monotone, only to end with a nasally snort at the end of the sequence. " I don't smell any bacon around here, either, so it's not like anybody's gonna stop us!" After once more breaking out into a predictable laugh sequence at her own joke, the Tamer had an idea spawned from another joke. " Hey think you or Otto can hack into the lights around here? We could turn them off, listen to all the little Digimon scream in the dark like little babies!" Another laugh chain, she was on a roll today. As the party walked, and well, crawled, they came closer and closer to the more civilized area of the tunnel. It was almost time.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 15, 2014 22:22:08 GMT
"To be honest, Vira, vhen you said you needed help wiz blowing up ze tunnel I misunderstood vhat you meant vich is vi I rushed over, but zis is fine too." Came a voice next to the human. The mechanized chimera walked in a steady pace, his royal scope that acted as his left eye illuminated the walls of the cave. One could clearly see the Vandermon wasn't quite excited yet. Something about this whole thing didn't click to him this time, or perhaps he was a bit unamused that he had to ditch his serious occupation of "drawing shapes" to come here and blow up a tunnel. A rather rude yawn marked his mood for the rest of his companions, revealing his sharp, needle like teeth.
With the Cliffs of Chaos down you would think that people would start paying attention to them by now, but apparently no one gave a damn about the cliffs. "What a sub-retarred name. Cliffs of Chaos. What, are we naming places after 12 year old call of duty clans now?" Giygas thought to himself, gritting his teeth as he stepped forward, making sure he had a few steps of distance between him and Vira in a very subtle gesture that seemed to say "shut up". The scinetist liked Vira, but sometimes she got on his nerves. Then again everyone did, except maybe that fellow he encounters when looking at a mirror. That guy had moves. Self worship aside, the Vandermon has a job to do.
"Yeah zis place is done for. But perhaps ve can make use of zis. I mean, zere ist quite a lot I- ve can use here." Giygas knew that several machine types lived here. Those poor things, they needed their king to guide them, and here he was. The creature paused for a moment to crack a nasty grin, practically feeling his empire rise. "Ze good pirate's manual says rape and plunder after all." The researcher added hastily, tapping his claws together to produce an odd, metallic sound. In either case the Hardware Den was, for lack of a better word, screwed. Few things stood after mechanized chimera had their way with them and he planned to milk this one to the core. Every wire, every circuit, they would all become the building base for his glorious city.
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Post by randomnamez on Jan 18, 2014 1:48:59 GMT
It had been a couple days since the young digimon had discovered a way back to his home, the Digital Workd. He was happy to be back where he felt he belonged. Labramon only wished he knew where he was going.
Everywhere he looked, it was just wind mills and solar panels, notice else for him to look at. Labramon was a little disappointed that there wasn't a whole lot of scenery, besides the mountains.
"Anyone here?" he called out to the sky. He wasn't expecting to get a response, but hoped for the best. The dog-like digimon continued walking, and walking, and more walking until he discovered a small passage that lead to an area that looked like a cave. From where he was he. could see some circuits lining the walls of the passage.
Out of curiosity, Labramon went down following the wires. He began to become hopeful of finding some help. The digimon wanted to be able to find some directions, and also get out safely.
"Anyone in here, hello?" He called out, almost certain he would get an answer.
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Post by terminallyVicious on Jan 22, 2014 4:27:16 GMT
"Well of course, we're gonna strip this shithole bare!" The girl spoke with a smile, her fang like canines glistening in the dim artificial light of the cavern. Her Digimon crawled on the ceiling above her, making disturbing and alien mechanical noises as it moved it's tentacle composed limbs from rock to circuitry with little effort. The Tamer had never seen her partner like this, not sense she first uncovered his Infermon evolution. He became more focused, more intelligent, and furthermore, more lethal. These weren't unwelcome changed by the young super-villian, oh no, they were quite the opposite of that. She was loving this new attitude and planned to take advantage of every moment of it; there was no telling when he would randomly decide to revert to his old and usual nature. "Of course that means we take everything living down here as well, last I checked, slavery wasn't illegal in the Digital Worl---"
"HALT RIGHT THERE, INTRUDERS." A half mechanical voice called out, sounding like a glitched program thrown over a elderly war veteran's voice, "DO YOU NOT KNOW IT UNWISE TO DISCUSS THE BATTLE PLAN IN FRONT OF YOUR SUPPOSED ENEMY UNIT." A tall figure, at least twice as tall as Vira and Giygas emerged from the shadows. A fleshy creature, disgusting really, fused with outdated machinery. The mechanical man rose a fist towards the Hakainushi elites, revealing a Gatling gun previously hidden away in his wrist. The weapon made a sound as if a tiny engine inside of it was revving up, a noise that became increasingly more loud. "SUCH ACTS OF TERRORISM ARE ILLEGAL. YOU ARE CLASSIFIED AS A LOW-TIER THREAT AND WILL BE DISPOSED OF APPROPRIATELY." Some sort of humanity must of been left in this tin can, Vira thought, otherwise he would've been a bit more observant about his targets.
Instead of ordering her Digimon to take care of this problem, the hacker pointing a finger towards the robot, obviously enraged by his condescending comment. "Low-tier? Do you know who the fuck you're talking to? Oh, probably not, those scanners are probably running on Windows ninety ei---" However, before she could finish her sentence, she found her self jumping against the floor of the cavern to dodge a sudden influx of rapidly fired bullets. Aiming for the human? Low move, but a brilliant one, the Tamer took note of that for future uses. The guns blazing being a sign for action enough, as soon as his tamer his the floor, the Infermon found itself jumping from the ceiling to tackle the monster in a motion so fast that her ally probably couldn't do too much about it. The two Digimon wrestled with each other, guns blazing, tentacles whipping, and arms flailing. It was really a poor demonstration of strategy, but whatever.
Vira sat up and quickly grabbed for her Digivice, getting to her feet while scanning the opposing creature, something that was slightly difficult to do due to all of the struggling. After a couple seconds and some good focus, however, the creature was revealed to be an Andromon, an Ultimate type mutant machine Digimon. There was something wrong with this picture, this machine wasn't nearly as strong as it read. He was old, he was worn, and he was more than likely delusional as all Hell. Concentrated on the screen of her Digivice, the hacker soon found herself dropping it due to a sharp pain in her arm. She quickly reached for the source of the pain and felt a damp sensation, a warm one, looking down in horror she noticed a large hole in her upper arm, one she reached inside with a painful groan to pull out a massive golden shell, something larger than used in standard assault rifles back in that other more boring non-monster infest dimension. With tears in her eyes and anger everywhere else, she threw down the projectile, stomping on it while holding her now crippled arm.
"FUCK! Shit, goddamit! That's it, we're brainwashing these fuckers so hard, but this guy, this guy is straight murdered." The tamer rose a bloody arm to her forehead, sending her Digimon a mental message of countless obscenities and vulgar orders; commands which it responded to without hesitation. In moments Vira's wish was made apparent, as the Infermon dug one of his clawed tendrils into the fleshy arm of the Andromon, and then another into the cyborg's exposed leg. Before the aged defender of the Hardware Den could even realize what was about to happen properly, the unidentified invader pulled back with both limbs, ripping them both out of their sockets in a bloody and oily mess, paining the spider's starch white shell with black and red. The job wasn't over, however, as the crippled android's eyes locked on with his murderer's, the virus's mouth canon revealed itself. Two words were heard from the defeated Digimon, "PLEASE DO-," though those words were interrupted. With another explosion of red and black, the guardian's head rolled off his shoulders, and soon the whole mess became nothing more but digital dust in the wind.
The painted Infermon merely laughed at his fallen opponent, not allowing the data to escape, devouring it all in his jagged mouth. It felt beautiful to eat the remains of the innocent once more, to cause terror and destruction, truly this was a euphoria the unstable Digimon hadn't felt in months, years even. It seemed like that was the only protector in this sector, which would make the Den all that much easier to destroy and conquer. Life was wonderful. "Did you hear that?" Vira suddenly commented, still grasping her bloodied arm in an attempt to lessen the bleeding. A small voice was heard from deeper in the tunnel, likely another guardian, something that excited not only the hacker but her Digimon as well. This whole conquering stuff was proving to be way more fun than the average computer game, way more realistic, and the best part was that it was all real. "You can have this one. Sorry, I kinda let personal shit get in the way that time, I'll probably have to ditch this arm if I continue to lose blood like this, but let's press on anyway." Her tone was far less...bitchy than normal; the Tamer was in clear pain. Taking a bullet is no easy task, it was a surprise she was evens till on her feet and wanting to continue onwards.
But leaving now would be quitting. And quitting was for losers.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 22, 2014 22:19:28 GMT
"I see." The chimera spat out in a dry tone at Vira. He was quite unsure about how he felt about her. Part of him liked her because she was an ally, yet somewhere deep down he disliked certain qualities of hers. Still, even though Giygas didn't trust his unconventional ally much up to that point, she was of great use to him. The researcher tense for a moment, eyes straying into the darkness ahead; something was coming. The Royal Scope had many uses. Acting as left eye was one, letting him see things before anyone else did was another. So an Andromon decided to come out and play. "How fucking fascinating." the Vandermon mumbled as his hand reached down to his belt and swiftly pulled off a cigarette that appeared to have been strategically stashed under the buckle, not even bothering to acknowledge the fight.
"Low-tier? Holy shit." Giygas spat out, mildly amused at the Ultimate's assumptions. Sure, they were fairly unknown at this point, but you don't exactly call a Super Mega level a low tier thread, always assuming the Andromon could scan their data of course. The mechanized chimera paused for a moment. What sort of machine type couldn't roughly analyze it's foes? A shit one, which the barely augmented hunk of third grade machinery was. Naturally before the Vandermon could finish his thoughts a barrage of bullets was fired. Of course. Of course someone would shoot at him. However luckily for him this time Vira acted as a meat shield. It was amusing to a degree to watch her get hit and retaliate by getting pissed, but at the same time it was rage inducing in the sense that someone was messing up with his new boss.
"Huh." This was one of several days Giygas didn't exactly feel like being very helpful, yet they just had to need his help. On Otto's defense he seemed to be doing fine on the whole ripping of the limbs thing. "Rub some salt it and it vill be fine. No worries." The scientist concluded, placing the cigarette between his lips and bringing a finger at it's tip. Moments later, and after a bright spark of electricity it would be lit. "Ok, now let's..." The head rolling on the ground before being reduced to data stopped him in his tracks. "Wunderbar." The Vandermon applaud in a slow clap, the smoke of his cigarette illuminating as it traveled near his glowing, mechanical eye.
Now that was out of the way, the king of the metal empire could focus on more important things. A voice? Was it another one of his loyal subjects? No, this one... this one was organic. The Royal Scope produced an odd clicking side as the Digimon nodded. "It's just a hund-er, I mean, a Labramon. For zose vho's eyes can't see into the darkness." He could have sworne he had seen that Labramon somewhere. Perhaps in some other place, like a thread that was locked because no one can deal with in character matters without mixing some out of character madness in there as well. That, or maybe all Labramon just looked the same.
"Vi, hallo zer, little dog." The chimera snarled, leaning down slightly to get a better look at the Rookie, a grin stretching aross his face as he did. Oddly enough he left his back open, but he trusted Otto enough to cover him. "Vat does an organic like you seek here? Here to make friends? Allies? Maybe get an Ipod for yourself?" As the oddly lighthearted interrogation unfolded an annoying, persistent sound of rusty gears turning would steadily increase in volume as a figure stepped forth from the darkness, it's awkward body frame making it instantly noticeable. "STOP THERE EVILDOERS. YOU WILL PAY FOR WHAT YOU DID TO BROTHER ANDROMON!" Came the Guardromon's mechanized voice as several missiles that appeared to be whistling shot out of the robot's body.
At this point someone would expect Giygas to move out of the way, those missiles were slow after all. Perhaps he meant to block them. "..." Nothing. The Vandermon did nothing to avoid the blast as it connected with his body, covering him with smoke and fire and the walls of the tunnel shook for a moment. "HAHAHA! A ROLLING GUARDROMON GATHERS NO RUST!" Gloated the machine type as the smoke cleared. If the Digimon had facial expressions, one would see the mixture of fear and surprise in it felt as the smoke cleared, revealing the mechanized chimera without as little as a scratch on his body. The researched sighed. "Perhaps I can help you, dog. Labrabro. Vould you like to be part of an experiment?" The emperor asked, his voice calm as if nothing had happened.
"PERISH YOU SON OF A BITCH!" Howled the Guardromon as it readied another barrage of missiles. At that point the Vandermon lifted his head, glaring at his foe, the machine type freezing in place as Giygas's left eye glowed bright red. "How about you kill yourself?" He asked calmly, returning his gaze to the Labramon. "WA-... MY BODY... UGGGGGGGHHHH!" The Champion could only scream in terror as his own arms pointed towards his torso, a barrage of missiles suddenly firing. The security Digimon couldn't even react as the explosion enveloped him, sending parts of his body all over the place. The valve that was once on the now destroyed Digimon's stomach shot towards the Labramon, but luckily for the Rookie, the mechanized chimera grabbed it while airbone with pin point accuracy, sparing the Labramon a painful deletion. "Vell? Vat do you say?"
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Post by randomnamez on Jan 23, 2014 3:02:50 GMT
(I'll try to make longer post, joys of having an iPod)
When the young digimon had arrived to the scene, he believed that the tamer and her partners had taken care of the bad guys. Labramon felt at ease, thinking they were people he would like to get to know. It's not like they were gonna make him their eternal slave. Right?
After listening to the robot looking digimon, Labramon shook his head no. "I'm actually looking for somewhere to live for a little while." He summarized how he had arrived to the digital world a little while ago, not being able to recall many locations in his home dimension. Labramon sat on his hind legs, trying to make himself a little bit more comfortable.
As he finished, he heard another digimon coming. Labramon hoped they would be able to take care of this one, he wasn't exactly sure what it was. The hairs on the back of the dogs neck stood, feeling slightly unsafe as the digimon came in.
Luckily the digimon was taken care of, not even knowing it was a friend. He just thought it was a wild digimon who didn't know much besides fighting other living things. As the cyborg looking thing took care of it, the dog looked at him in awe, not paying attention to the girl and Infermon. Mostly because the Infermon creeped him out a little. The young digimon wished he could be that strong someday. Maybe sooner than he first expected.
As the "enemy" was finished, he thought over the question he was asked. Many thoughts crossed his mind. Some were wondering if it would make him stronger, or if he would have an extra set of skills, or maybe it would be some sort of armor. However he wanted to know exactly what it was.
"What is it, and what will it do?" Labramon was uneasy about the experiment, after all he has heard some wired experiments in the other world. Like animal testing. That idea sent shivers down his digital spine.
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Post by terminallyVicious on Jan 23, 2014 22:38:30 GMT
"The eradication of this tunnel is the primary objective!" A shout came from Vira, who stepped around her blood painted Digimon still caressing her now limp arm left arm. Her tone was a little less than tasteful, she was ignored, and that absolutely pissed her off. "Even as an experiment, how do you plan on using this weakling?" There was no room in the Digital World for such pathetic creature. Digimon unable to evolve pass Rookie were unfocused and worthless, all it took was a little power of mind, a simple trait these heaps of trash somehow seemed to miss. They didn't get it, or worse yet, they didn't even want to digivolve! What kind of worthless, pacifist, fairy-fucking piece of hippie trash didn't want to become more powerful? Losers, that's who, and Vira's deposition on their kind had been made more than known.
"Oooooo, a Labramon! These things are best known for becoming glorious winged bitches." The dark haired teenager slapped Giygas' back at the remark, he was the one who told her that tidbit of information, after all. She shook her hand a couple times in mild pain; maybe slapping a creature of solidified metal wasn't the best idea. Her hand quickly returned to the bloody wound causing her left arm to become numb and useless, because holding it was going to do a lot of medical good. Her slender form bent down to look into the eyes of the lost puppy, "So tell me, son, can you digivolve into an angel? Or are you just a poor, sad, and weak lost little puppy dog?" It wasn't really a question as much as it was an insult, as she quickly got to her feet and turned her back to the Rookie-level. Turning her head to Giygas, "Do whatever you want with him, G-man, I guess, but let's not delay this any longer than we have to." No further action from her would be taken towards the Labramon; it simply wasn't worth her time.
It was time to press onwards. It was time for conquest. The Cliffs of Chaos were the organizations, and by extension: hers. The old leader had been gracious enough to leave his old base standing with enough information to boot the whole deal back up again were anybody to stumble across his detailed files and meticulous journal entries. There was no doubt that her own brother was aiding her in the Valley, crushing all those who stood in his way to take command of yet another area. The Digital World wasn't fun and games in the traditional sense, but in the scheme of things, it's exactly how Vira viewed everything. This whole deal was nothing more than a complex game of Risk, and she had the largest and most powerful army. It was fun because none had the power to oppose her, none had the guts to rise up, and so none would. It was a slaughter-fest dubbed with the name "war." Her Digimon's opinion on the whole thing? As long as bloodshed occurred, he was chill with it. They were quickly becoming quite the duo.
The navy haired Tamer's train of thought was interrupted by the sound of gears and marching; it seemed that the Den had more than just a couple guardians. Destroying this army would probably be more than easy, but that wasn't really today's goal. There wasn't much more aid the Infermon could provide in terms of battle, so it was time to actually put the battle plan into effect. "So it's time for us to split." The commander spoke to Vandermon, "Me and Otto are going to go find the security control board or whatever they have here and do our thing." And by that, they meant hack it to turn the Den's defenses against it's own citizens. "We can probably reprogram a good deal of them from there, the rest will be up to you." With a professional German military inspired salute; Vira turned away from Giygas and took the nearest off-shoot tunnel to the right, hoping it would lead somewhere important. Her Digimon followed close behind, crawling back onto the ceiling as he was before the Andromon attack. They would be easy to track: the girl left with her a trail of blood.
Just as she left, however, the mechanical march grew louder, and it wouldn't be long before whatever was coming was there...
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Post by Deleted on Jan 24, 2014 23:07:28 GMT
"You shouldn't have done zat." The creature snapped at the canine Digimon, narrowing his single eye into a glare, his mechanical contraption oddly giving that feel as well. "Zer ist three of us. It is me, ze hunan and Otto. Three, drei! Don't ignore our fuhr- boss.." The Vandermon explain, cracking the Rookie yet another grin, exposing his long, needlelike fangs as he did. "But etiquette aside, my offer still stands." The offer it's self was still unknown for the most part, but he could tell he had the dog's interest and that was all that mattered at this stage.
This was not part of the mission. A specimen was always good. A willing one was always better. However by this point, unless of course the security of that place was run by handicapped Botamon, would have began mobilizing against them. The Hardware Den, known as the home of machine types and synthetics has several advanced defense mechanism, the deadly Digimon that lived here being the most dangerous. The scientist chuckled to himself, almost as if taking a moment to praise his own kind. The chimera looked at the Labramon once before turning his full attention to Vira and Otto, gesturing at the canine to wait.
"A split up you say? Hmm... it vould be better zan just sitting here staring at my ass vile I talk." The Vandermon knew that his leadership could handle this. They were just as capable as he was and probably those he trusted the most out of the entire organization. Well, Otto at least. Both of them could defiantly get the job done, but Giygas would try his best to wrap his little chat up and join them as soon as possible. Despite being confident in his own skill, the mechanized chimera should have known better than anyone what sort of dangers this place had. Dangers he wanted to strip it off and use for his own greed. Or should he say the team? "I shall do my best to join you soon enough. Unless I see it better to stay here and hold fort." The emperor stared into the darkness once more, the earth shaking from the hellish march that was approaching. Fighting them off while they were in a cluster would surely speed things up.
"Right, dog. You've heard ze lady." Giygas wasted no time, his sly grin stretching across his face again as he looked down on the Labramon. "I bet you can't evolve. You have to run from shitty Rookies and have to obey ze rules of zis shithole out of fear some tamer vill come vave his justice, justice being suggestive here, in your face." Hopefully the Labramon felt all that, but even if he didn't that was only half of the reason this would be a good deal for him, well at least the parts the Vandermon would mention. "How vould you like to become stronger. A better being. How vould you like to be... free...? Free from pain and sadness, free from vikness." The chimera proposed. "Can you hear ze march? I bet you are scared. I'm not. I can reduce every single one of zem to ashes and so can you! All you have to do is simply lend me your body." The Mechanized chimera would let that sink for a bit as he raised his posture. The march was growing louder and restless. There was quite a bit of them. "Vat do you say? Vill you refuse and probably be killed on your way home by a Dobermon, or vill you blow shit up with me?"
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Post by randomnamez on Jan 25, 2014 1:40:04 GMT
The canine was insulted by the Tamers words, and he didn't try to hide it. When he spoke it came across a little rude, but the human started it. "I can't digivolve, yet." Placing emphasis on the word "yet". Labramon turned his attention back to the scientist looking digimon, not exactly sure what would happen if he accepted or declined the offer.
Surprisingly the machine yelled at him. He began to become sucpicious of the group. It was hard for him to believe good digimon would talk to someone like that. Labramon took a couple steps back hoping he could make a quiet exit, which was probably unlikely. The dog knew he didn't have the power to overtake the digimon if he had to, even if he somehow got to Champion level. He just hoped his suspicions were wrong, maybe he had a anger problem.
'Why isn't he giving me a direct answer?' he thought in his mind. It was an easy question, and it wasn't that hard to just give an honest answer. "Tell me what it is first..." Sure, the perks sound nice, but what if it was something that would make him some kind of out of control animal? For all he knew it could go completely wrong and kill him. Especially lending his body. That was a no no.
As he heard the noises growing, he definitely became even more scared. The growling, the footsteps, everything! It was a little to frightening for the canine. The digimon was about to scream yes, but restrained himself from doing so. He had to know what it was first. Hopefully someone would come shove him a hand though.
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