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A portal within Network City opened allowing a hot headed tamer, Marcus, to dash out into the streets as he pressed towards his destination. He remembered scheduling a meeting with his old friend, Christian, but had allowed the other areas of his life to intervene making him late for their arrangement. "Damn that Chemistry class." he said to himself as he mentally cursed the old professor that decided now would be the best time to spring a pop quiz on them. Luckily for him, he was paying attention during that lecture and was able to ace it, but not without having to do page upon page of calculations for a simple answer.

Reaching into his jacket pocket, the tamer fluidly pulled out his digivice and began pressing buttons as he ran through the streets and exited the city. He vaguely remembered where he said that he would meet the tamer for their "meeting" and figured now would be the time to initiate his shortcut strategy. "Projecto: DeathGod, REALIZE!" Pointing his purple and gray digivice iC skyward, a beam of purple energy released and took the form of a noble purple digimon with shining wings. "Oi, Marik... Down here!" he would call as he came to a stop at the city gates.

The beast god digimon, Anubismon, would swoop down to greet him with a smile and would then speak in a tone that suggested high-minded europeon origin. "Good evening, Master Marcus... what ever shall we be doing today?" The digimon would land and would bow to show respect to the only human he'd known to avoid all of his deadly traps.

"Ummm... I can't quite remember, but I think the Martinez Estate." He would reply with an awkward smirk and evident sweat drop.

Marik would also show some irritation in his character's absence mindedness. "Ah, the Martinez estate, I remember it well. Hold on." Placing a heavy hand on his tamer's shoulder, he would chant under his breath and then speak the last word that would have then teleported to their location. "AMEMIT!!!"

Seconds later, there would be a light explosion in front of Christian's place as the two arrived, concealing in a shining pyramid of energy. "We are here."

Marcus chuckled nervously and Anubismon growled lowly with he had a sphere of Egyptian magic glowing in his right hand. Marcus noticed this and figured it was best to intervene before a problem emerged.

"Now, now Marik..." The tamer would place one hand on his digimon's shoulder to calm him and would then lean down to pick the gigimon up. "He can't help but be so child-like, naive... and CUUUUUTE!!" Giving into his protagonistic mindset, the tamer would rub his forehead on the digimon's forehead as a sign of admiration and infatuation with the adorable digimon. He would then place the digimon down and would cough for a moment, realizing how awkward he must have sounded.

"Sure..." Marik would roll his eyes and look the other way in an attempt to show the invisible audience that he and Marcus were in no way connected.

"Alright little gigimon, where's your tamer?" He would ask the in-training digimon.

Marcus followed hurried after the little gigimon with his school colored tie billowing to the side as he picked up speed. Marik, on the other hand, followed after the two going at a normal pace as opposed to Marcus's more hurried stepping. Both stepped into the house following the tiny digimon as it navigated through the immense building.

"Hey... Gigi, wait for us." He had no time to change out of his school attire, a bit of a change after the trauma that had occurred in the digital world five years ago. However, he still retained some of the physical signs of his over use of dark soul such as the forever black stained right arm and the lines of corruption that went vertically through both of his yes. Some on the inner portions remained, but after the fight with Ogudomon, most of his corruption has been exorcised.

As they walked, Marcus couldn't help but whistle at all the expensive merchandise and furniture that seemed to be lying all over the place. "Wow, now this is way better than that stuffy apartment."

"It does have a certain appeal to it, doesn't it?"
"Yeah, but is seems to lack a definition of self. They say home is where the heart is right?" Marcus would look around admiring all the expensive stuff, but feeling as if it were a bit of a facade. "I wonder where his heart is in all of this?" Marcus remembered that Christian was only a young boy living under his parents. No doubt they were the ones that gave him all the things he had here.

"G... M... C?" Marcus would ask, tilting his head to the side. He noticed that the young boy that he set out to train so long ago had turned into quite the stud. Shaking his head, he looked away from the boy and spoke to him, "So I know we were supposed to hang out, so what's up?"

"Gravity... Manipulation Chamber." Marcus juggled the three words together in his head as tried to piece together what this chamber might look like. He sat on the idea and scratched his chin till something came to mind. "Oh, do you mean like what they use in Dragon Ball Z?" As he spot, he realized that Christian was already moving. "Oi... wait for me." He would call as he jogged after Christian. As he got closer, he heard Christain say that they were going to be sparring. "Oh, I should have known." He would chuckle, thinking back to the last time they did that.

Anubismon would sigh at the thought of another meaningless fight and followed after the tamers with his wings tucked. He would think on who Marcus would use in this battle hoping that his prolonged stay would not mean that Marcus had chosen him. The very idea of added gravity made his cringe ever so slightly.

"MY WORD!! Can we at least have dinner before you try to get me naked? Maybe a movie too?" Marcus would exclaim jokingly. He had not expected this at all and wondered when he would draw the line after having hung up his battling spirit. Still, this was his friend whom he had not spoken with in quite some time. If anything, he owed Christian that much. "Alright, so where is this bathroom?"