Meeting a Detective (Adrian and Holmes)

The calm and reassuring sound of the wind clashing against the leaves in the sea of leaves that was the Server Woods was almost music to Holmes's ears. The Digital World could sometimes be stressing when being alone, bearing all the difficulties by yourself, so encountering himself here was a pleasant surprise. He decided to search for an appropiate place to sit for a while. Glacing here and there, it hadn't been long when he found it, a nice big boulder to rest.

He happily made his way to the gigant rock and was about to relax a bit when he noticied someone had already taken his idea. A red, draogonic looking someone. His curiosity picked up from there pretty quickly. Holmes softly poked the digimon. "All red... No fur.. And those claws and fangs. No doubt a dragon like digimon. If i'm right, it should be that. But then, i am missing something! A large, typical object that should be with them." His little feet walzted around, looking for the peculiar object that would confirm the question in his mind, but he only found a strange bag. "What in the Digital World is this?" He looked at it from every angle posible, and went as far as to put it in his head, thinking it was an accessory. 

Despite having the strange bag in his head, he clearly heard that voice that called up to him. Fast as light, Holmes turned around to find a couple of large feet facing him. He tilted his head, thinking hard to himself. He had never seen such digimon before! Or heard about it, and that in itself was weird enough, since he was sure he knew about every existent one.

The little furred monster braced in the presence of this newcomer, to show no fear, as he walked right towards it. Poking the "digimon", which were actually the boy's legs, he voiced his deduction. "Aha. From what i can understand, this thing im wearing is those "Marshmellows" you speak of, right? It could be nothing else. However, as curious as i am, i'm no thief. Here. My deep apologies" He took the bag out of his horns and placed it on the ground again. Then, still facing the guy's legs thinking that was the whole digi's body, he asked. "By the way, have you seen a large microphone around? You see..." He whispered, like it was a secret, while pointing at the red dragon. "Im pretty sure that is a Shoutmon, but i dont see his signature object anywhere. And i just need to be sure! You get me, right?" 

Ah, finally some answers. That strange, unknown digimon was proving themselves to be useful! So, a microphone that is summoned? He never heard about that when he had gotten the intel. He needed to approach that Shoutmon and have him perform that magic as soon as possible. "I see. So my thinking was absolutely right. Heh." He responded, pleased. "Well, then if you excuse me, i will go inspect that Shoutmon now-" His speech was cut when he opened his eyes to see a rounded, weird head right in front of him. And way too close. "Ah!" His body fell back in a startle. "Where did you come from? I demand an explanation! Wait, actually.." He observed that that head was attached to the previous digimon, and reached a conclusion. "So that was how it was. You are one of those that can change form, aren't you? Please, i do request you be more considerate and warn me before hand". The monster complained.

He stood up and shook off the dirt in his back. "And thank you, but no. I am hungry, that is true, but not desesperate enough to eat an accessory. I am no fool, as you can see." Holmes smiled proudly. 

Suddenly, everything was really confusing. This one refuted all of what Holmes's had said, which caused some distortion and annoyance in him, and claimed to be a human! That one confesion shooked the little curious one up. "A human! Are you for real?" The digital creature wasted no time and jumped, grabbing on the boy's head. With difficulty, he climbed up until he was sitting on top of it. "I've never seen a human before! Only... heard about them. You sure are tall." He noted while looking at the floor that seemed to be so far now. It was only an illusion created by the short stature of the digimon, since humans weren't taller than some digimon out there. "But thats strange, don't you think? It is not like you are tall enough to reach the fruit in the trees, so it's not useful at all. And you lack a defense everywhere!. Where is your fur, claws, weapons? Are you hiding your fangs?" Insistinly, he inserted one of his metalic claws in the boy's mouth and opened it wide. No fangs. His attention then was brought to the little artefact in his hands. "So that is you weapon!" He smiled knowingly, as he snatched it. "Though, i cannot see how this piece of metal can help you in any way. You are sure to be prey, human. Oh!" He exclaimed. "I know! That is why you are with that Shoutmon. Its your bodyguard. Mystery solved."  It seemed he had gotten most of it wrong, but was in a way very certain about it.

"Food, you say? I  am sorry, i never heard about this Marshellow thing, don't try and trick me to a trap, you." The petit Gatchmon eyed the human suspiciously.

It was only when the said human and the Shoutmon began to bark at him that he started to notice that, maybe, and just maybe, he had done something that was not acceptable in human's eyes. He looked at the artefact in his paw once again. It would be wise to think that they had thought he was stealing it, and now where angry at him! He had to fix the situation fast. He approchead the two, and quietly left the thing right under their nose. "I am deeply sorry if i offended some of you customs. I had not intended to steal it. I was only looking at it. Though, it is still an enigma i need to solve. You have to tell me what this does! Please, you!" He begged the boy. The Gatchmon would not be satisfied until he knew what it was. He needed answers, and he needed them now. Then, he remembered he also wanted to see this magnific summoning of a microphone. "Ah! I am in no need of any food. Worry not, human. But if i could also watch that glorious magic your bodyguard does! I have to get to the bottom of it, and i dont know when i might see a Shoutmon again!" There it went, his cry of curiosity again.

The bag of marshmellows had probably been tossed somewhere during the confusion with Gatchmon jumping all over, and probably wouldn't even be edible by now, even if he did wanted to taste the unknown snack.

Holmes was watching his only hope of ever clarifying the doubts in his mind about to leave, crushing his desires and excitement. He had to act, and quick! The first and only thing he thought was throw himslef to the ground, pleading like an esclave in acient times would. “Do not leave, please! I had no idea i was being rude to you, human. You see, i grew up so isolated from the wild and crowded part of the Digital World." The digimon started reciting from the corner of hus mind, with cocodrile tears in his eyes. He wasn’t exactly lying, but rather making it more dramatic. Every digimon is born isolated in the Village of Begginings, after all. "I never had the chance to see a human! I could not possibly know what to do. And i have always been so curious. Costing me even my friends..” He put a claw near his heart, like a true actor.

Holmes looked at them, with a suggestion. "What you see here, is not only a Gatchmon. I have lived many past lifes, just like a lot of digimon here. I may not have the clearest memory, but i can give you some advice and guide you through difficult zones! How does that sound? Being from outside, it must not be easy to travel around!"

Adverting that his quick stunt had half-worked, Holmes celebrated in his mind. He stood up in a jump, no tears anymore, and full of energy like before. "Holmes! At your service" With his metalic claw, he lowred the magnifying glass in his head in front of head for an instance, like a signature pose. "If there is anything you wish to know, just call upon me. No one knows better than little old me."

Suddenly, his eyes widened, as his nose caught a nice smell. The strugling sound of his stomach put him on evidence. "Ehem." He clarified his throat, a bit embarassed. "I would like that, if it does not bother you."