Random Encounter Generator [Noxy]

Grins rose on their faces when the girl stopped and waved them over.
"Alright it's show time" Graedon thought at that moment, twiddling his thumbs and approaching the girl. But as he neared her, he felt an odd pang of familiarity. It didnt make much sense but still his expression grew softer, his ears twitching when the girl spoke. Could it be? Was that Mana?
No, not possible. They sound the same, they look... similar. But this was a different girl.

Still, the bear could not shake that feeling that he knew here somehow. He looked at Everett with a puzzled expression, Rett returning the look.
"Psst! Is that Mana?" Graedon asked Everett quietly.
Unsure of this himself, Everett shifted his gaze from Graedon to the girl and back.
"I don't think so?" He replied with uncertainty.

Everett returned his attention to the lady on front of them.
"Ya know what, maybe it was just a leaf falling off your shoulder or something. What's yer name, doll?" His tone was friendly enough, but the uncertainty could be sensed. Graedon on the other hand padded up to her and reached out to poke at her leg. He smirked up at her.
"Do I know you lady? Is that you maybe? Are you Mana? I think I know you?" He continues to poke at the girl's leg, his one eyebrow raised in curiosity. Graedon occasionally shifted his gaze to the lady's pockets and backpack, not passing up an opportunity to check for any goods... just in case it wasn't Mana after all.

To his dismay, it didn't look like she had anything on her. Not even a digivice. But maybe inside her backpack? He'd have to check later. A realization hit him as he conjured up the thought.
"Hey are you here alone? Where's your digimon?" Graedon asked bluntly.

This situation was a little perplexing to say the least. This girl seemed a little confused, not knowing her own name or identity, not aware of who they were. Graedon could swear that he knew her, he could swear that this was Mana! She didn’t look exactly like her, no; her hair was different, her face seemed a little different. She wasn’t identical to the girl he remembered. But then again, memory was such a fickle thing, and so many things had happened in the vast amount of time since he’d last run into Mana. At this point, Graedon had learned to trust his gut feeling over his not-so-photographic memory.

Things did clear up once the odd lass opened up a little, sharing her story with the two thugs. Grae shot a glance at his tamer, whose shoulders looked to be looser, his general demeanor appearing to have relaxed and softened. There was always something so daunting about the way that man stood when he had bad intentions even when he tried to speak softly… He didn’t seem to be the best actor around. But Everett looked back at the bear with a neutral gaze, and they both nodded to one another after the girl finished her story. It seemed they had a mutual understanding of the situation as well as a mutual kindness towards Mana – or whoever this was. In the past, if this was Mana, she was the closest thing Everett had to a friend in the digital world, and Graedon had an immediate fondness for her since the day they met. It was clear that the duo no longer had malicious intent. They wanted to help this girl discover her memories.

The rookie bear rested his chin on his hand as he pondered.
”Huh…” he mumbled. At the moment, he was wondering about her digimon partners. Where were they if they were still unhatched? Did she let them stay at the village while they stewed cozily in their shells, leaving her to fend for herself? But then he realized something. That backpack of hers did look awfully full; could they be in there?
”Yer buddies aren’t being great pals if they ain’t hatching for ya yet, lady!” he concluded, placing his hands on his hips.
”Are they in here?” Graedon reached out rudely for the backpack, looking to give it a couple of knocks.
”Hey! Heya chumps! You ain’t being helpful, get outta there! Lazy bums, your partner needs ya!” His knuckles thudded against the material walls, giving out a hollow noise. Clearly, this digimon had no concern for personal space or respect whatsoever.

Everett disregarded the rookie altogether. He could do whatever he wanted as far as the man was concerned. He jumped straight back to the lass’s story, wondering if he could help spark a memory or two.
”Well shit, tuts. Sounds like a hell of a pain. I mean…” Rett looked the girl up and down.
”Sure you got the looks, but I’m not gonna lie, you don’t look exactly like her. Well… you look very similar. But you sound identical to Mana, and that’s pretty convincing.” The lawyer knew that anyone could change their hair, lose or gain some weight, develop both softer and more rigid faces over time. But he wasn’t convinced.
”How about this, okay. My name's Everett, this kid is Graedon. We've run into each other a few times, got along pretty decent too. Now," Everett paused, picking out an event to recount for her.
"Do you remember when we did a cooking thing together? Well, not exactly together. We were opponents, but we played in some crazy gameshow ‘n baked some pastries.” Everett began to chuckle.
”Man that host was a god damn weirdo too! Some pink dinosaur who could definitely shed a few pounds. I think that broad got into the cookie jar every hour on the hour by the looks of it, ha!” He grinned and tapped a finger against the side of his skull.
”Anythin’ in that cute little head of yours?”

Everett’s attention shifted from the conversation to the bear and the egg. Clearly, Mana wasn’t having it, though it seemed she lacked the sternness to tell Graedon to stop. Before they knew it, there was a cracking noise under the digimon’s knuckles, and the girl panicked. He could see her eyes welling up with tears, he could tell that she was distraught by his parnter’s actions. Still though, he only sighed, turning away from her as he slipped his hand into his jacket pocket and pulled out his flask. A bittersweet liquid stung at his tongue before he returned the accessory to its hiding place. Staring off into the woods, he wondered what they should do next with this girl. Aside from reminding her of the memories, what were they supposed to do?

The tamer had an idea. He spun around to share his suggestion, but upon doing so he found himself staring at a new face albeit a tiny one. Cradled in the young lady’s arms was a strange yellow and red creature, limbless and plump, only two eyes staring from the round of its plain figure. Looks like Graedon had done something right.
”Damn, look at that.” he said rather nonchalantly.
”You got yerself a digimon after all, tuts. But ya may want to work on that attitude problem. No one likes a brat you know!” He grinned cockily.

Graedon found himself coddled by the girl’s arms as she leaned over and hugged him tightly. The rookie’s demeanor immediately went from cocky to spineless as he melted away in the girl’s affection.
”D’aww shucks…” he mumbled loosely. But being himself, no matter how comfortable and endeared he was, he still shot a mischievous glance at the neonate digimon, sticking out his tongue as if to imply that Mana liked him better. He started to chuckle.
”See Mana! I know what I’m doing! I may not always seem like a genius or nuthin, but I know how to get business done! Heh.” He looked up at the girl with joyful eyes.
”Want me to get the other guy out too?” he joked around, tapping on his knuckles humorously and smiling from cheek to cheek.

Everett walked over to the small digimon with a suspicious expression.
”Hopefully for you the pipsqueak won’t grow a mouth, cause it looks like it has a whole lecture prepped in that baby brain.” The lawyer poked the side of the digimon’s cheek, not sure what sort of reaction he’d elicit. One thing he expected was that the infant wouldn’t be amused by his intrusive prodding.
”Anyway.” he took a few steps back and continued with the pressing issue of Mana’s memory loss.
”Sounds like somethin’s clicking in there! Looks like you must be Mana after all, kid. So the cooking show, weeeeellll. To be honest, I got lazy and bored, decided to leg it after a little while. I ain’t bad at cooking, but it just isn’t my cup of tea you know?” his eyes rolled up to the tree tops.
”So I can’t help ya there. But Mana, or whatever you think your name is, I gotta tell ya something.” his expression went flat for a moment. There was a tense pause between them as he held his tongue.
”Contain yourself, keep your feelings at bay, you know? Cry babies ain’t fun to deal with. Take a breath, take a few. And here, this’ll take the edge off, sip it down sweetie.” he offered her the flask.

With his arm extended towards her, he decided to keep going with his idea.
”Remember the giant pig? In that jungle, this enormous frickin’ swine. Smelled like a rotting corpse in the sun, but man was that thing vicious. It tore up half the jungle before scamperin’ off somewhere. That thing almost trampled us hard.” He debated on starting a journey there, and if he had Graedon evolve into WaruMonzaemon, they’d get there rather quickly. But for now, he would let her brain swish around the memories a little before making any more suggestions or decisions.

Everett laughed as the girl grabbed the flask and took a drink. It didn’t exactly look like she liked it, but he ought to give her some credits because she didn’t cough, wince, or complain about it. She took that booze straight and gave the flask back like a champ.
”Atta girl! That’s how ya swig’er.” he took back the flask and slipped it into his pocket again.
While this was happening, the man failed to realize that the angry baby digimon had secreted a sweet scent. Little be known to him, the odd fragrance gave off mild hallucinations, and within just moments he began to see some interesting things.

Mana started about Graedon digivolving into a big black teddy bear back in the jungle. Yeah that was right, she was on the right path! There was a big black teddy bear… just like… just like the one in that tree.
”Yup! Yuppers! Yuppity sure was! Like that yupper riiiiiight THERE!” he enthusiastically shot his arm up into a tree, pointing somewhere in the bushes. In his mind, those leaves had warped into the figure of a WaruMonzaemon who was hiding.
”Come on out ya coward! Quit hiding behind those red leaves! WE ALL SEE YOU!” Just then, the tall lawyer started giggling frantically, ignoring everything that Mana had just said. He was a little high, to say the least.

The man wavered back and forth before plopping himself cozily on his butt. He unbuttoned his blazer and sloppily pulled back the sleeves of his dress shirt before swaying his palms over the ground.
”Whoooshhhh. The grass is so warm.” he giggled. At this point, his cheeks were beet red and it was clear that something was wrong with him.
He looked up at Graedon and Mana with a childish expression, his pupils the size of dinner plates, covering every possible fragment of iris.
”Why are you guys yellow?” he stuck his tongue out.

Graedon, while he listened to Mana’s reply, was now genuinely concerned about Everett. What the hell just happened? He walked over to Rett with a scowl on his face, stopping a few inches in front of him.
”What the hell man?” he demanded. But upon approaching his tamer and lingering for a moment, he picked up on an unfamiliar smell. Immediately, Graedon sprinted away from the man, coughing as he did so.
”OOOOOOH SHIT!” The bear began to cackle.
”Mana, you might want to be careful! That devil spawn of yours just puffed out some crazy gas thing that makes people act funny. I mean, I think, but Everett smells like it, and I smell it coming from you guys too. I hope it doesn’t get to ya so you don’t act like buddy guy over here.” He grinned toothily.
”Us Bearmon’s can smell lotsa weird things. Your little dude is toxic, it does have a real attitude on it!” He chortled, returning to Mana’s side.

Everett’s head began to spin, his pupils shrinking rapidly and his face returning to a normal color. Slowly the man began to stand up, grunting a little as he did so. His head was quickly clearing out, and within a few minutes, the world had returned to its –mostly- normal state.
”What the shit was that…” he muttered, wrapping his palms around his skull.
”That pipsqueak doesn’t like ya, Rett! You musta really pissed it off!”
”God damned prick.” The man was still speaking quietly, clearly needing a moment to collect himself.

Graedon decided to pick up where they’d left off, assuming that Mana was feeling okay too.
”So uh, anyway! Yeah no one got hurt or nuthin. But the pig just kinda… left. Suspicious? Yeah, but we were glad no one got squished!” He smiled.
”Do you uh, do you think if we went back there, it might help you get a flash back or sumthin? Cause it wouldn’t take that long to go there ya know! I can carry us there. Whaddya think ladyfriend?”
He wondered if the girl would be as enthusiastic about going somewhere with them as she was about remembering things. He also couldn’t help but wonder if either Rett’s alcohol or the baby digimon’s noxious fragrance would affect the cute girl’s train of thought.

Everett walked closer to the group, his sleeves rolled down and his blazer returned to its place. He was breathing a little heavily, but he was fine now.
”DON’T do that again kid, I’ll punt ya across the god damn village next time.” he threatened the fresh digi groggily.
”Uhh anyway, yeah, going there. I was gonna ask if that was somethin’ you’d wanna check out, tuts? Might get some more sparks flying. Who knows what you’ll remember on the way. You know what they say? Seeing is believing! Graedon, show ‘er what I mean!”

At that moment, Graedon nodded, and a stream of raven and violet energy enveloped the small bear. He began to glow brightly, to the point of blinding the trio in front of him, and within seconds his body had changed shape and erupted in size. He had digivolved.
”WaruMonzaemon!” his voice was now frighteningly deep and grisly as it thundered through the forest. But he did not want to seem menacing, despite the terrifying appearance, and so he took a knee beside the trio and tried his best to change his voice to a clearer and quieter mumble.
”Big black teddy bear at yer service Mana!” he smiled as nicely as he could, despite the stitches in his lips and the blood red eyes.
”All abord!” the lawyer yeller, hopping onto Grae’s massive paw, hoping that Mana and her… friend would follow.

It was funny watching the humans get messed up from the baby digimon’s fumes. Of course Graedon was amused, though he also knew how Everett got when there was too much whiskey in his tummy, and that quickly made the bear rather annoyed. He hoped this high of theirs wouldn’t last too long, or else he’d be stuck babysitting not one child, but three. Thankfully though, the trip did not last long and both Everett and Mana came to within minutes.

Phew.

Once the humans began making sense again, they discussed a plan to try and revisit some areas where key events happened in Mana’s life. The first thing Everett suggested was the jungle in the tropics, and Graedon had no issue showing off his big scary ultimate form. Now as a WaruMonzaemon, the giant gently scooped up his group and set them on his shoulder.
”Hold on kids, I ain’t responsible if you bail.” his thunderous voice boomed despite his attempt to hush it. The massive teddy started towards the tropical area of the digital world, breaking trees in the forest below with each step. That was the nature of being such a large digimon, after all. Though with the amount of ground he was covering, it would not take them long to get there.

On the ultimate digimon’s shoulders, Everett made himself comfortable. He sat down against Grae’s neck, stretching his legs out in front of him and leaning himself cozily against the fuzzy wall behind him. Expelling a deep relaxed sigh, he glanced up at Mana and her pipsqueak.
”Get comfy lady and… thing.” he started, not sure how to refer to the digimon as.
”We might be here a while!” As his words left his lips, a realization hit the lawyer. This was so different from what him and Graedon had been up to recently. They were actually helping someone rather than mugging or bullying them. They were being good people, and their primary task right now was aiding Mana. They were friends, but it got him thinking about the nasty things he and Graedon had done not so long ago. Truth be told, they were not just thugs and trouble makers anymore, they were murderers. Graedon had slaughtered two innocent rookies, and just about destroyed a third one had his tamer not grabbed him before the final blow and ran away. The worst part was that they both loved the power trip, and Graedon got stronger and fiercer with each kill. He knew for a fact that they will kill again.

But did Mana ever know this in the past? Did rumors leak from tamer to tamer until they hit her ears? Thankfully she’s forgotten everything now, but what if she remembered, what would she think of them? She would realize that her friends are killers, and then what would happen? But of course, that was assuming that she found out in the first place. Maybe she never did, maybe she would stay oblivious to that fact for a long, long time.

Everett’s face dropped upon this train of thought. He wanted to ask her about it but he knew better. Still, he didn’t want to look concerned or worried, didn’t want to show any signs that anything was wrong. So he did his usual arrogant thing, playing with words and tones so the outcome best suited him.
”Ya know, I kinda liked you better with the long hair. It was sexier, tuts! You should grow it out again eh? Hahaha.” he gave an innocent chuckle to accompany his comment.
”Not that yer a’ bad lookin now, don’t worry.” he smiled cockily, then looked away form her.
”But hey, we’ve got some time to kill, so lets play a game or somethin’. Like uh, the question game… to pass the time y’know? We can ask the craziest things if we want, like for example ‘How would you feel if the forest turned blue tomorrow? And then you answer. Easy enough right?” his tone was entirely friendly and casual, playing cards of legitimacy.
”I’ll start…” Everett tapped his chin in thought, making it look like he was trying to come up with something random.
”Oh, got one! Crazy idea. Whaaaaat would you do iiiiiif you found out that Graedon and I were secretly master criminals, on the run from Terminus law authority? Gun slingin’ outlaws, like ‘em cowboy bandits back in the day!” He laughed.
”God, what a shit storm that would be eh? Haha. Anyway, now you answer, and then you ask me something! Easy, funny game.”
He smirked and leaned his head back, waiting for Mana to reply and then return a question. Hopefully, the humor in it and the wild west reference would be good enough. He figured that with the memory loss, them helping her out, and the silly idea of the game, it’d be enough for him to find out the consequences of her discovering their murderous tendencies without risking any flashbacks or suspicions.

Everett studied the girl’s face. He bit his lip a little but quickly dismissed the gesture as he ran his fingers through his hair. He returned to Mana with his usual cocky grin.
Truth be told, he was expecting a much harsher response to his question. Even though Mana had lost her memory, it didn’t seem that she lost her character much, and as such he never thought she would be open enough to withhold judgement on criminal. She always struck him as a goodie two shoes type girl, one which would live on virtue and stray far away from any crooks. But it seemed that she was more liberal in that sense, that she’d rather ask a criminal why they chose the path of wrong, and she was even kind enough to try and console them. Still, he refused to admit to her that he and Graedon were murderers. That was perhaps a little steep, a little intense, and certainly out of the blue. He’d do everything in his power to make sure she never found out.


But his little test worked. She had no flashbacks of the subject, meaning she never knew in the first place. That was great news to Everett, and at that realization he allowed himself to relax a little.
It was onto her question now. Why did their friendship mean this much to him?
”Err, well..” he began awkwardly, his eyes trailing away from hers. Honestly? He didn’t really know. The only thing that came to mind was the fact that they had been so vicious in the past while, and if anything, they’ve made nothing but enemies. Mana was a breath of fresh air, a break from all the hostility. She was kind and she tolerated their antics and their rudeness. It was… nice.
”Tuts, let’s just say that I don’t make friends easy. People don’t exactly like us much. We uhh..” he chuckled dryly.
”We’re pretty rude, we don’t hold our tongues, and we say it like it is. That’s not what people wanna hear you know? We’re just… ehhh, we’re difficult people.” He pulled out his flask.
”It’s our way or the highway, baby!” he concluded his statement, took a swig from his flask, and then reached over to place the flask in Mana’s lap to offer her another sip.
”So its my turn eh? Alright! Here’s a blunt truth question! Does Graedon scare ya? He’s pretty damn freaky lookin’ if I say so myself. Stitched up lips, blood red eyes; he ain’t exactly a lady’s man haha!” Everett joked. But he knew, truth be told, the sight of Graedon’s evolved forms were shocking and gruesome.
”I’ll admit babe, even I was kinda put off the first time I saw him. His champion form’s even creepier. Gives me the f*ckin heeby-jeebies y’know? Ha!” he smiled crookedly, waiting for Mana’s reply. Would she be honest, even though Grae was actually nice enough to give them a lift across the damn province? He wondered.