Landfall『Elly』

    The teaching of the whole situation? Kids could be pretty amoral, if prodded the right way. But, it kinda made sense, considering the situation the group found itself in. Juni’s wasn’t ideal, the explosive gift she was about to receive wasn’t going to make the situation any better.

    For all what the teenager knew, that might be the last gift she was going to receive. Ever. Yet, there were no signs of giving up on Junko’s gaze; if anything, she stared at her assailant so intensely that he flinched for a split second. Regrettably, at least for the time being, that was one toothless threat.

    Or, was it? In a valiant gesture, a certain blonde seemed to refuse to acknowledge that would be all she wrote. It happened fairly suddenly; as Baromon got ready to deal the coup de grâce, Elly’s timely intervention managed to distract Baromon just in the nick of time for the rock to hit him squarely in the face, making him step back while huffing. “You runt!” Despite being a digimon of few words, Baromon’s seemed to carry quite a bit of weight with them. In what was probably a flash of erroneous judgment, the digimon turned towards the blonde, and began to conjure flames in her direction instead.

    Luckily, that wouldn’t be the only timely intervention of the day. A duo of lizards would interrupt the ongoing events and find it fitting to try and… tell a joke? Granted, the teenager could barely make out what it was about in her half-conscious state, but both the hostile kid and digimon had apparently found it funny? Not like it had changed their disposition any, but at least it seemed to be a decent distraction.

    Junko’s train of thought quickened; the fog that pain and exhaustion had previously cast over her mind was progressively being lifted, and that made way for a whirlwind of emotions, from which the most intense was, obviously, anger. While an emotion that she tended to experience on a daily basis, this time it flared almost as if it had life on its own.

    It was fair to say that this was the second highest amount of distilled anger she had felt in her whole life.

    Her eyes jolted open and promptly bored onto the boy’s face. It was true that he had made some steps back, but he still was very well within arm’s reach. His leg was taken hold of, a disgusted expression on following the gesture. “You got your spirit back, huh? Let’s see about that.” Another quick was aimed squarely at her side.

    But she stopped it with her spare hand. The girl’s eyes narrowed slits as yellow irises silently seethed with rage. “Ya better be fuckin’ ready, brat.” The low, menacing tone was followed by a yelp of surprise as a flash of bright light enveloped Juni’s body, a sickening crunch, and a scream of pain.

    Once the glow faded, what remained was a small, ball-like digimon that was firmly gripping the boy’s arm… with her teeth. Such a scream alerted Baromon, who registered the situation before finally setting for aiming at the MameTyramon.

    “Ya sure ya wanna do that, asshole?” The digimon responded, her teeth still firmly embedded on the boy’s arm. “Ya do so much as t’move a fuckin’ finger, and I’m tearin’ this brat’s arm off. Yer choice.” That did the trick, at least for now. Baromon didn’t show any signs of hostility anymore, at least for the time being

    While true that the teenager wasn’t usually this violent, the truth was that the situation, plus the sudden change the evolution had brought managed to push her to the brink. Right now, Elly had a completely different set of problems ahead of her; well, at least if she considered them as problems. At least from Junko’s current perspective, things couldn’t be going better.

    The situation was unbelivably tense, and for more than one reason. For what had probably been the first time since the confrontation began, it could be said that the fight was either in a stalemate, or that Juni had the upper hand. Whatever the case, the means employed to achieve those ends had been rather unsavory, and it wasn't a surprise that those caused a commotion among the more impressionable half of the beings involved.

    Yet? The girl-turned-digimon was too angry to heed to reason, and had fallen victim to the most basic survival instincts that inhabited in the core of every living being. The only things she knew at the moment were that she had almost been roasted by the Baromon, and that this was probably her best bet at surviving this encounter. She wasn't going to lie to herself, though; the sensation of her teeth sinking into an asshole's arm felt fairly good; no denial of that one.

    However, that sadistic glee, just like the situation's adrenaline, would eventually subside, leaving a less primal, yet still pretty angry Juni in the face of this situation. Flip side? At least she could be reasoned with. Well, at least somewhat; her eyes danced between the Baromon, the lizard, the turtle, and Elly while Mic spoke. Eventually, the grasp of her jaws eased before she threw the injured kid aside, almost as if he were a rag doll. One final whimper of pain was heard as he fell into the ground.

    "Alright, alright." A heavy, raspy sigh followed that statement. "Let's just-

    "Now!" Even before Juni could end the phrase, a bolt of foul-looking energy careened towards her small frame, impacting with her directly. A shrill cry followed as she impacted the floor and began writhing in pain. Baromon, in the meantime, teleported right where his tamer was and lifted him up.

    "You haven't seen..." in between labored breaths, the boy spoke, "The last of us, Shinohara. We'll be back."

    Cheesy. Junko probably would've responded, but she was too busy with the side-effects of whatever had been thrown at her.

    "That will teach you some manners, boorish human." There was a measure of smugness on his voice. "We will see who's the brat next time." Without saying another word, they disappeared, seemingly into thin air.

    In a sense, the Shoutmon had been successful at ending the hostilities, and everyone had survived. Sure, Elly was likely traumatized, Juni seemed to have been the victim of a particularly nasty attack and some kid probably had a broken arm, but those were just details, right?

    How was she faring, anyway? After a couple minutes, the MameTyramon finally stopped squirming in agony, as the light of devolution enveloped her body. A very confused and angry human emerged from it, gazing aroud from her spot at the floor until her eyes threateningly locked onto the lizard's.

    "Well, I sure hope y'all 'r happy with how that one went." While noticeably bigger than the tiny terror, the girl's stature was noticeably shorter than anyone who cared to remember her previous height; twenty centimeters at the very least. The clothes she had been wearing looked a fair bit baggier than usual, but she hadn't noticed that detail just yet. Not to say that she looked quite a bit younger than before. "Wait. How did y'all get so big?"

    It was probably gonna be quite the surprise.

    An strange conclusion, even though quite far from what the worst case scenario could've been. Least to say, Elly wasn't the only confused human at the scene; it might be due to the fact Juni still wasn't quite aware of what was going on, but she still had a hard time processing why everything around her was so big now.

    And, just as one would expect from a human that wasn't quite aware of her situation, the girl glared at the turtle that had been kind enough to give a totally comprehensible explanation! "Kay, dude. Jus'... slow down with t'fancy terms 'n begin explainin' stuff like, y'know, what t'heck 'digimon' 's spossed t'mean."

    Sure, she had evolved twice already, but Junko was still a complete stranger to concepts behind this world and its denizens. Right now, this was like trying to explain math to somebody who doesn't know what numbers are. "Whaddaya mean with 'baby human'!?"

    She seemed particularly angry at the phrase, but everything was slowly beginning to fall into place. Reaching into one of her pockets, the girl brought out her phone. Sure, the signal was dead, but at least the camera worked, right? It only took her a second to switch the thing to selfie mode before the situation hit her like a freight train.

    "T'fuck!!?" Hands slowly went through the extension of her face, checking that, indeed, there wasn't some kind of weird optical illusion in place. "I... I became a brat!?"

    She exhaled progressively angrier huffs as she walked with some difficulty to the spot where the Baromon had previously stood, then stomped so hard she left a small dent on the ground. "That asshole's so fuckin' dead. He better think this' t'last he saw from me."

    Some emotions were hard to contain for Juni; if it hadn't been obvious enough, anger was definitely one of those. Nonetheless, and given their peculiar situation, she was more than inclined to believe that these people weren't weird cosplayers, and that something was definitely afoot here. It took her a minute or so, but when she finally calmed down, she returned to where the group was, only to be reassured by a green lizard, of all things.

    "Ya call me missy again, 'n I'm rippin' yer arm off, got it?" She made no effort to prevent the pat, but Juni's glare was so intense it was probably proof enough of how serious she was being. "It's Junko. Never shorten it. 'N never use nicknames. We'll get along jus' fine if ya do."

    Despite the initial friction, these guys proved to be somewhat likeable, even if they looked and sounded like a pair of pushovers. They'll have to do for the time being, though; the girl gave them a nod before walking in the blonde's direction. "Ya fine, Elly?" She asked, the smallest hint of concern in her voice. "None o' those fuckers injured ya, right?"

    In the face of a positive response, she'd turn back to the digimon duo. "Nice introduction 'n everythin', but mind answerin' some qs for me? Like, what are you? Or... where 'r we, xactly?" That'd be a good starting point. "Oh 'n, if y'know 'bout a place where I can get some clothes so I don't look like friggin' Dopey, that'd be great."

    They could pose as much as they wanted, as long as they did something productive while doing it.