MPC #44 All of the above (Vating)

It had been a long day at school and a twelve year old Nigel Jones, black hair and green eyes, was racing to where Grandpa Timothy would be exiting. He got to Grandpa Timothy right as the elderly man was exiting the diner he ate at every school day. It must've been some sort of old person habit, who was so loyal to one place nowadays? Unless it's home, of course. He ran over to Timothy and hugged the eighty-something year old man, "Hey Grandpa! Wonderful weather today, isn't it?"

The old man clutched a cane with his left hand and hugged the child back. "It's so good to see you, Nigel..." There was a short pause in between his sentences, almost like he was gathering the words, "How was school?"

"It was alright, I guess. Not a lot happened." He let go of Grandpa Timothy, then held the old man's hand as he guided him home. Occasionally, a little glisten from Timothy's left arm would appear in the sunlight. That was interesting... It must've been a really nice watch, but that was really clean for an elderly man... Odd.

The walk back to the little brown house was quite uneventful, nothing out of the ordinary. There was an odd scientist running with a data drive though... That was kinda odd. Oh well! Nigel wasn't interested in that, he was interested in getting Grandpa Timothy home to the small brown house in the woods.

The approach to the house was a short distance through the forest, though it was a long one for Grandpa Timothy now. They were getting close to the house though and the walk wasn't much farther. Give them a few more minutes and the small house would be in sight. Things were progressing well, Nigel couldn't wait to see Grandma and see how she's doing. It would only be a few more minutes now.

Once they got to the door, Nigel helped Grandpa up the steps and opened the door for him. He didn't know if Grandpa could do it himself, but Grandpa always would instinctively go for the door, hinting that he might be capable of doing it himself. Once the door would open, however, Grandpa Timothy would always retract his arm. "Thank you."

Nigel jumped back at the sight of not Michiyo opening the door. Who was this kid!? He never met her before. Was she some sort of grandaughter to Katsura or something? Maybe a part of Michiyo's family? He was so curious about this girl now that he knew she was there. "Uhh... I was bringing Grandpa Timothy here? Who're you? I've never seen you around before." Behind him, an old man by the name of Timothy could be seen waving his hand behind Nigel.

After waving, Timothy looked like he was playing with a little device on his wrist, tapping a few buttons and such. After he was done, he seemed to give a bright smile at the response the device gave him. He went back to clutching the cane rather quickly though. Nigel never paid it any heed, he just thought it was some weird quirk of his grandfather's. Oh how young and innocent he was.

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Meanwhile, in another part of town, a certain mad scientist was having the time of his life. He had gathered the data of every Digimon in the Royal Knight group and was now making a chimera of them all. Firstly, the body of Jesmon, with it's five powerful arms, legs, and a tail, it would make an excellent base. Then he gave the first arm the Greysword from Omnimon. The next got Avalon, Craniamon's double bladed sword. The first leg got Múspellsheimr, Kentaurosmon's bow. The next leg got Gram, Gallantmon's lance arm. The tail got Pile Bunker, Crusadermon's shield. It bore parts of Magnamon's gold digizoid armor, Hinukamuy exerting itself, just like Gankoomon. It bore Dynasmon's powerful wings and some of it's pure refined digizoid armor. Lastly, it was given the strategic knowledge of Leopardmon. Whatever this guy created, it was something really, really, really, really ugly, and really messed up, but oh so awesome looking.

Wow this girl was mean... He didn't look like a kindergartner! He at least look like he'd be in third grade... Right? You know what, she doesn't matter! She's a jerk. "No... Seventh Grade... Crazy."

Grandpa Timothy let out a very clear sigh, grumbling, "You know better than to Talk back to others." He silent berated Nigel before, returning to normal and holding a low smile. Clearly Nigel was a little hurt, but shook it off and hoped Grandpa Timothy wouldn't remain irritated with him.

Timothy shook Araya's hand, completely aware of what she took on the way. He frowned as she tried getting away with taking his Digivice. Unsurprisingly, Michiyo wasn't falling for that as she called Araya out. Araya, of course, apologized, and returned the watch. "Don't get on her bad side... Trust me." He then looked back at Michiyo and gave a respectful nod, "No thanks. I can take care of it." He really wouldn't be able soon, but he wanted to hang onto whatever strength he had left, though age was taking it's toll on him.

Timothy laughed a little, his older frailer self made it sound a little like a cough. Michiyo's annoyance with Katsura's granddaughter was rather entertaining. "It's normally just a phase. She'll get out of it eventually." He then glanced down at Nigel, resting on his cane. "Hopefully you don't get like that Nigel."

"Like what?"

"Atta boy, you're good."

Nigel just shrugged to Timothy, then looked at Michiyo with an excited expression, "Sounds like fun! May we come in?"

Timothy had his little cough laugh again, then looked at Michiyo, "I assume you got his question then."

Araya couldn't help herself but think back about her D-scanner, how could something like that just come out of a monitor? How could Michiyo know about her tricks? Everyone back home was as far as Araya was concerned wrapped around her finger, she could get away with anything. Of course that was not true, her methods though in the line with her grandmother's lacked both the subtlety and technique, not to mention that Michiyo knew every single trick Araya could come up with and several more.

Even then, Michiyo was far more willing to show mercy towards Araya than anyone else, this special treatment came with a price. Grandma Ise was very old and weak, ancient would some say. It has been decades since she could do things without Michiyo's help and years was something she was running out of rapidly. Once Grandma Ise is gone it would be up to Araya to carry out her memory and heritage. Because of that Michiyo expected Araya to be her best and it pained her to see Araya acting this way. Now Michiyo heard Timothy calling it just phase. Michiyo sighed again.

"I sure hope so"

The blissfully obliviousness of Nigel was endearing enough to cheer Michiyo up, such a sweet boy completely unaware of anything bad. When he asked to get in all Michiyo could do was laughing friendly and direct them inside where Araya was sitting on her knees in front of grandma Ise. She looked part puzzled and part bored, maybe there was more to her than just being rude. Michiyo hoped so at least.

Grandma Ise meanwhile was in the middle of drinking tea, there she sat with a blanket on her lap. After taking a sip she looked down at Araya.
"You know Araya, Michiyo and I have been through a lot together. We may know more than you think."
Araya sighed at Grandma Ise trying yet again to reach out to her.
"You don't know anything and besides Michiyo is not a cat. How did you two meet again?"
Much to Araya's irritation the old lady knew exactly how to dodge such a trap, in the most annoying way possible. Grandma Ise laughed in her chair before looking at her cup.
" Oh would you look at that I'm out of tea."

Araya frowned as she filled the cup, the one secret Araya actually was interested in and Grandma Ise won't tell her.

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As a failsafe I made this post 400+ words long, I hope to complete it still. I do want bits btw