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 Posted: Tue Jan 22, 2013 9:34 pm
 Marco Sombra de Milagros I'm still learning about this world... Marco lowered his guard when he saw the tamer call back his digimon returning him to his rookie form. He was surprised to see another Veemon, but quickly got over his shock. There were so many digimon in this world, there was bound to be more than one Veemon species. He didn't let go of Iris, but he did loosen his grip and lowered his hand down until he was holding her hand. Apparently, this new tamer was lost just like they were and was looking for a way out. He would believe his words for now. He seemed to really think they knew where the exit was and just squeezed himself into the group. Marco wasn't about to kick him out, but with the kind of first-impression, he wouldn't be too friendly with this newcomer any time soon. However, he was not a rude person and since the tamer introduced himself as 'Christian Martinez' then Marco would introduce himself as well. "My name is Marco Sombra de Milagros," once he gave his name he said nothing more and waited for FlaWizarmon to guide them once more.
The fiery wizard approached the new human and decided to explain the situation to him. "We are currently on our way to infiltrate a camp where digimon who were captured were taken by a group of DemiDevimon. They are apparently being led by a Devimon, we do not know if there one or more, but we hope to rescue the digimon without engaging the virus-type digimon in battle." FlaWizarmon paused in order to give the new human room to digest all this new information, "we will be performing a stealth operation, it might be quite dangerous. If you do not want to get involved then you should not follow us otherwise we could use your help." The more people they had with them would allow them to make groups and help more digimon escape faster.
Meanwhile Veemon was dealing with his twin who seemed to be a very friendly fellow. Wormmon looked between the two Veemon, they were nearly identical, but there were some slight differences between them so at least he was able to tell them apart. However, he might get confuse from a distance. Veemon sweat dropped as he was asked many questions all once, "um, I've been with Marco for as along as I can remember. When I hatched from my digi-egg, he was the first person I saw and we were connected as partners...he's my friend." Once he was done explaining, he went back to Marco's side and Wormmon followed; they were acting kind of shy especially since that Veemon nearly attacked them only moments ago.
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Posted: Wed Jan 23, 2013 7:51 pm
   Montgomery "Monty" Wallace ✖ ✖ ✖ Digimon Tamer ✖ ✖ ✖ Posts Theme: The Sword that Cleaves Evil OGS
The clouds seemed to churn above the forest. It was common for such a tropical environment to get rainstorms but a sudden aura seemed to be lurking in it's wake. There was a rustling of the brush near the tamers whom had taken up a position together, however the noise echoed from the tree tops rather than down on the ground. It would be slightly obvious, the noise, but he was not trying to hide himself from people who planned on going for the same thing he was. There was a rapping on the branches above the three tamers and coming into sight was Monty, Montgomery Wallace. With one hand on the tree's trunk he looked out over the forest in the opposite direction of the tamers from himself, meaning they would only get a glimpse of his backside. His coat blew in the gentle breeze, however the air was damp and it condensed on his visor as he peered out. Moving left hand up, he wiped the drizzle from the eye ware, and in doing so would reveal from a distance his golden Omniverse Digivice. It was a special digivice and it was worn on the wrist like a watch. He whispered to himself as he reached to his back where his deck holster was and pulled out a card, "You better know what your doing Shakamon." He held the card up to his face and noticed it was a card similar to the blue and red cards used for digivolution, however it was yellow in color and shimmered with what little light pierced the canopy above. He then thought to himself, A gold card? What could it mean?
The scene was dark only a small light cast the shadow on Monty, Shakamon's voice echos in the background calling out Digi Modify. The golden card drawn by the tamer spins around in front of his silhouetted face as he catches it between his right hands pointer and middle finger. Monty's face could be seen turning and looking out from behind the card, a small ray of light illuminated half of his face and his orange visor gave off a darkening shimmer. Monty moves his right hand in a rapid motion and while moving his Omniverse digivice, which was on his left wrist, upwards. He stops it as his fist points up and his arm is perpendicular to his face. The bottom of the arm worn digivice lights up, leaving a jet of light on his forearm. Monty's right hand moves swiftly past the device and then in one motion he pulls the card back, striking the digivice with the card sliding it through. Digital sparks could be seen from the interaction as Monty calls out, Digi Modify! Monty pulls the card all the way through with all of his might as data like energy illuminates the area around him. He calls out in a determined voice, Sixteen Arhats Activate!
Every tamer in the area would feel a surge of power, as their body sparkled for a moment with a golden aura. He had bestowed a small fraction of his leaders power and all of them would have enough stamina and strength to go for some time without resting again. As the power diminished from around their body he turned his head to the side slightly so that the three could see him looking at them briefly before hoping off into the direction of the camp where the digimon were being held. He had chosen his path carefully so that there were amble branches for him to cling. It was Aether's duty to stop any unbalance of darkness. He would save the rookie digimon, hopefully with the help of the others, while at the same time not deleting any digimon of darkness. He might have been without a partner but he had a backup plan just in case something went amiss. He neared the location of the hold, and stopped on a high branch so that he could get a good view of it and waited the others. He would carry out the operation while minimizing communication with the others. He whispered to himself, "I hope this matter is really worthy of our time, Shakamon."
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Posted: Wed Jan 23, 2013 8:16 pm
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Iris lifted her brow as they were suddenly asked about leaving here as well. At the very least, the digimon changed formed and became smaller, looking like an exact replica of Marco's Veemon. Since everyone was introducing themselves, she figured why not? It was better to make 'friends' than enemies.
"My name is Iris....Iris Haruno" she said, as Renamon walked to her side. "Renamon here is my friend
She then decided to ask another question. "What do you mean by tamer?
Before her question was answered, something around them changed her. She felt more energized. A glow was around her. Renamon looked around before pointing Iris in the right direction. Iris looked up to see someone in the trees above them, watching them before he took in the direction they were suppose to be heading in. Iris had to blink...
I was alone for weeks and then suddenly in the span of day, I'm meeting and seeing more people... Where were they when I first got here...!! She screamed in her head but never let it go past that...
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ɪ don’t need the sun
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Posted: Thu Jan 24, 2013 9:18 am
"You usually refer to a Digimon's partner as a "Tamer", mainly in reference to you befriending a usually feral Digimon. On occasion the Digimon itself is of an actual intelligence, and less instinct. Either way the three of us are Tamers," Christian said in respond as his attention was pulled away by a shadowy figure in the canopy of the trees. " It can't be a Devimon... He looks more humanoid." He let the thought sort of toss around in his head, which he eventually let slip for he began to feel a sort of surge of... holy energy... One relevant to what he'd felt prior to Veemon Digivolving, but this was energy was stronger, and pure. At first the searing pain of this energy entering his body was a bit of an annoyance, which would go unseen by his new companions, but then it subsided, and he felt refreshed again. Though something in the back of his mind was hollering out that he was able to push the limit of Veemon's power now. Probably past even ultimate. "Maybe its fated that we take out LadyDevimon, and NeoDevimon..." He thought to himself as he began to speak to Iris. "From my understanding there might also be some Devimon there," he mentioned, but decided to not share this information on the two ultimate level Digimon. It was probably in his best interest to leave that for later, for he was positive it was just the two Devimon, who have been hunting him for some time. "Specifically two named Drexel, and Drogan, who've been said to have been spotted in this forest." His face scrunched up as he readily lied about their reasoning being here, which came easy to him for his ability to lie was suburb. Though this energy began to fade, and he didn't really sense it, he knew it was still there... Veemon had even began to fidget as he became a bit more hyper. "I feel it Chris," I think we're close to the village." "I guess that means we're helping these guys out," the black-haired Tamer said with a grin.
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Posted: Thu Jan 24, 2013 3:53 pm
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Iris nodded her head as Christian explained what a Tamer was. So apparently. Then like her, a glow surrounded him. Then started he started talking. Mention 'some' Devimon. He even named them. Iris looked at him with a lifted brow and tilted head. She shook her head slightly.
"Two Devimon... she said as she shook her head more firmly as she put her hands up in disagreement. "I haven't seen two... none with names. It's been one... Just one big...
She hadn't seen two and she didn't want to believe that there were more of those things out there. She crossed her arms into a 'X' shape. She shook her head again. This guy had to be lying. She didn't want to deal with 'three' of them when one was scary enough.
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Posted: Fri Jan 25, 2013 6:56 pm
(OOC: I'm going to move this on) Marco Sombra de Milagros I'm still learning about this world... A lot of strange things were occurring in this jungle. First, a boy with his giant blue dragon man tried to attack them and now some random person threw them some pixie dust of sorts at them. Both were equally a nuisance, but at least the former gave him some kind of power. However, Marco was very suspicious of anyone randomly giving him power like that. The last time he gained power from a stranger caused him to enter into a contract with the devil. Marco couldn't afford to sell his soul twice and no power came without a prize. The black-haired teen sighed heavily, this would be a very long day, if people continued to appear like this then infiltrating the camp would become impossible. There was strength in numbers when going for a frontal assault, but when dealing with stealth the numbers increasing meant a decreasing in the success of the mission. Veemon, Wormmon, and FlaWizarmon didn't seem to really react to the new power. Sure they felt their energy restored, but they all had a very long and pleasant sleep; in other words they were not tired to begin with. Marco glanced at Christian, the power seemed to have effected him more than everyone else and even his digimon looked more anxious. Maybe there was something he was missing here...
Marco heard a small beep and out his digivice from his pocket. The screen was flashing while making a strange beeping noise. Marco frowned and smacked his digivice with the palm of his hand. The beeping immediately stopped as well as the flashing and the digivice seemed to return to normal. Marco raised an eyebrow confused by his digivice's sudden 'weirdness'. He looked ahead at the direction where the figure seemed to have run towards. He frowned, but tried to ignore that feeling and decided to concentrate on the real matter at hand; rescuing the villagers and FlaWizarmon's friends.
The fiery wizard started walking ahead, they wasted enough time here, "We are far away from the village," FlaWizarmon stated probably to counter Christian's comment about being close to the village, "we are getting close to the camp where the villagers are being held. In fact, it should only be a little more ahead so I suggest we get a move on." Marco nodded and followed after the wizard who probably knew more about this jungle than any of them. He had lived here for some time now and knew where the village was located. Marco looked over his shoulder at Iris and Christian, "if you're going to help then we need to move. Even if there are more than one digimon at the camp we are not looking to engage anyone in battle. We are going there to rescue the villagers and that is all." He heard Iris's earlier concern, but so long as they entered the camp undetected and rescue the digimon undetected then they would not need to battle these 'Devimon'.
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They finally reached the camp. There were several huts currently in construction. DemiDevimon were flying around carrying whips while they were forcing the digimon they captured to built the huts. Many of the digimon seemed to be part of the Data species. Most of them were covered in dirt and some even looked wounded. Marco frowned, this camp was a nightmare. Several of the surrounding trees were already cut down and much of the area seemed to have been cleared. They were far enough from the area that they would not be spotted while still being able to see the camp. "We need to come up with a plan...it looks like we won't be able to reach them using the trees," the area was cleared from any trees or plant live to hide probably so that they would have enough room to built more huts. Marco looked at FlaWizarmon to hear his input, but he looked shocked. FlaWizarmon was shaking and his hands were clenched into a fist, "there was only one hut when I first came here and now they have three and they're building more...just how many of the villagers have they already captured?" the wizard man seemed to be talking to himself and he looked really upset. Marco placed his hand on his shoulder to hopefully calm him down, "don't worry we will find a way to rescue them..." Marco looked at Iris and Christian, "does anyone have any ideas?"
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Posted: Fri Jan 25, 2013 7:44 pm
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Iris looked at the camp. Seeing the huts and the condition of the digimon, she clenched her fists. And she wasn't the only one. Marco, FlaWizarmon and Renamon were visibly upset like she was. They needed to save the digimon. But they couldn't just waltz in there and not expect to make a scene and bring attention to themselves. Marco looked to her and Christian for their input on any ideas. Iris thought for some time. They needed to get past any of the bad digimon and definitely avoid any Devimon that were there. If they were there. Otherwise, it was just the DemiDevimon swarms. She looked to Marco and FlaWizarmon.
"We could try to start with releasing the captives and getting them away." she said, "If I know my villains and scenarios, if we don't and have to battle, the captives could be used at a shield by the DemiDevimon as a coward's way to get to us."
Renamon looked at her and nodded her head. She flexed her clawed hand. I can break any cages and chains that come my way...
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ɪ don’t need the sun
ɪ love your smile so much now
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Posted: Fri Jan 25, 2013 8:59 pm
 Staring at the atrocious camp, where these demonic rookie Digimon were holding their captives. With poor conditions as well, which even furthered his rage. This wasn't the first time an idea of encampment was established for prisoners, and that turned into the holocaust. "I suggest one of us distracts them, and lures them away from the prisoners," Christian uttered in a low whisper as he attempted to put a figure on the amount of DemiDevimon that circulated the camp in what seemed to be like shifts. "How many are there?" He looked about at one of the Digimon, and he noticed a Guilmon, whose wounds were fresh and beginning to infect. "Their even torturing them," he began to feel a tear drip down his eye as he looked around the grim faces of these Digimon. It reminded him of all the times in the Real World that same look befell a young child, or mother, whose son was taken from her. This was an intense moment for if his idea of a distraction was to be selected he would have to be perfect, or more mothers would lose their sons, and brothers torn apart from each other. He began to choke up as he spoke, "We have to help them now, or this will only get worse." He pulled his blue hood on, and attempted to rub the tears out of his face, which left his eyes red. This idea of torture hit him the hardest though as it re-entered his mind for, when he found out his father was having children younger, then twelve work his mines. Basically child slavery, and this angered him dearly. " Wait is this..." He thought as he had a revelation of sort, if Drexel, and Drogan appeared a day after the child slavery scandal, then those two worked... " But it can't be... I doubt it, but it is possible." He went off in his thoughts as his partner just stared at the camp in silence.
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Posted: Sat Jan 26, 2013 10:28 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 27, 2013 9:53 pm
Imperialdramon flew above it's destination at a gingerly pace, it had to be sure it was at the right altitude and speed for maximum spread. Once the dragon digimon was sure it took one of the bag's from it's back and tore it open, letting the fliers fly. The fliers fluttered down, not too many to be a nuisance but just enough to get people interested. The fliers read this:
"Hey there, are you new to the digital world? Perhaps a old veteran wanting to relax a little? Battle hardened trainer looking for adventure? Or just a guy who wants to enjoy a fun time? Any of these types and more are welcome at 'Ashwood's Tour of the Digital World!'. This tour will take a party of people and digimon (Please keep them in rookie form or leave larger ones at home), in our widely trusted 'Ashwood Professional Bus Transportation System', it is a bus that has been reconditioned to handle many tough situations, being carried around by a very trusted and strong Imperialdramon! We have his absolute word he would never intentionally do us harm! Now if that isn't enough we have several backups just in case, but don't you worry on that. Just come down to Dragon Eye Lake and take the tour of a lifetime!"
Very professional sounding the Imperialdramon thought as it wheeled off to it's next destination.
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Posted: Sun Jan 27, 2013 10:12 pm
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Posted: Thu Jan 31, 2013 12:40 pm
Marco Sombra de Milagros I'm still learning about this world... Marco shook his head, he didn't anyone to be used as bait. Iris made a very good point which was the DemiDevimon would try to use the digimon they captured as shields. Marco wondered why the captured digimon didn't just try to fight back, the DemiDevimon were not very strong and those whips they were carrying couldn't be threatening enough to stop a revolt. What are they scared of? Maybe the better question was who were they scared of? He'd yet to meet these devil creatures called Devimon and they were both described as being terrifying by Iris and Christian. He hoped that he wouldn't have to face them, but a battle was unavoidable at the moment. Before they decided to attack they would need to secure the villagers. "We all need to get inside the camps. One person acting as bait will not draw all their attentions," Marco crossed his arms trying to think, they needed a distraction, but what would be a good distraction? Suddenly, papers started falling from the sky. Marco looked up at the rain of paper. There was a very large shadow flying over them and it seemed to be dropping that paper, glittering the entire area. Marco wasn't the type to complain when an opportunity fell from the sky like that, but wasn't that considered littering? He picked up one of the pieces of paper and noticed that it was a flier, he didn't really care to read what was written because what he was most concerned with was the color of the paper: black.
"I have an idea," Marco walked over to FlaWizarmon and started whispering into his ear the plan like he was consulting with the magician. The fiery wizard would nod from time to time and once they done they looked at each other. "That might work, DemiDevimon don't have the best sight so they might not even notice the difference." Marco smiled hearing FlaWizamon's approval. Marco started grabbing all the fliers he could. Marco briefly stopped and looked at Iris and Christian, "gather as many of the fliers as you can." He picked up as many of them as he could while still staying within the tree area so the DemiDevimon would not spot them. Once he had a good pile, he grabbed some of the paper and started ripping them. FlaWizarmon joined him using his powers to levitate the ripped pieces of paper. He followed Marco's earlier instructions and started to combine the paper in a certain pattern while Marco continued to rip some of the paper. Once they were done, Marco grabbed the item that FlaWizarmon created and placed it over his body like a cape. "There with this we can get into the camp," Marco turned to everyone else and started explaining his plan. "If we pretend to be captured then we can get inside the camp," He pointed at the black cape he was wearing, "A couple of us will pretend to be DemiDevimon while the rest will be going into the camp to rescue the digimon." He started ripping more paper while FlaWizarmon continued to work on making the costumes. When another costume was done, he tossed it towards his Veemon, "FlaWizarmon, Wormmon, Veemon and I will dress up as the DemiDevimon." He thew another finished costume at Wormmon, "Iris, Renamon, Christian, and his Veemon, you guys will be going into the camp as prisoners."
FlaWizarmon looked up at Iris and Christian, "tell the villagers it was me who send you there and they will trust you." Marco, Veemon, and Wormmon (fully dressed up) walked up to the others, "we will try and keep the DemiDevimon busy while you guys work on getting the villagers out." looked towards the camp, "whenever you guys are ready, we'll move in. Remember you guys are prisoners so don't do anything reckless or suspicion will rise, once you are inside gather all the villagers and make a plan to escape. We'll help you the best we can from the outside."
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Posted: Thu Jan 31, 2013 2:16 pm
Christian listened to Marco's idea, and smiled widely at it as he looked at Veemon. "This is so gonna work," he said with a serious tone as he began to rip pieces of his clothing off, and flowed dirt along his clothing. The idea wasn't completely thought through like a military strategy, but it would be the best idea they had. Though he read the field once more, and noticed what Marco had also seemed to notice, " These guys can't over power DemiDevimon, which has to mean Drexel and Drogan are about..." He thought harder on were they could be, but the idea of those two actually being together in the forest was a terrible idea. Those two were only together if Ryan, and Christian were together, which sent a deadly chill down the young man's spine. " Wait could they be together," he went on a mental rant of cursing, which ended in his most awful thought. " They got Ryan..." that sudden of idea of Ryan being slaughtered by two scrawny demons was infuriating. He snapped out of his trance, and looked down at Veemon was clumped dirty on his fur, and smeared it all over. " I'm pretty sure this'll work," the blue dragon said as his face became muddy from the sweat he released as he laid there in cover. Christian took this as a ready sign for Veemon's face became dreary, and almost pale. " What an actor," He looked at the DemiDevimon costumes, and sighed as he just took notice that this was not a group choice, but it was to late anyways. "Now we're just waiting for your Ms. Iris," the young-man spoke softly as he peered at the camp one last time, and took note of the guards on patrol. " What a drag," he thought as his mind trailed off again. Digimon:
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Iris and Renamon listened and watched as Marco's plan unfolded to them. Apparently the DemiDevimon were dumb or had enough bad eyesight that they could fool them. She and Renamon along with Christian and his Veemon would pretend to be prisoners and the others pretend to be DemiDevimon. She watched as Christian started to rip pieces of his clothes and him and Veemon were getting into character. Renamon followed suit, rubbing herself in dirt to make her shiny coat disheveled as she looked like she had put up a fight. Iris snorted when Christian said that they were waiting for her.
Iris looked down at her clothes. She couldn't afford to have them ripped up. And they were already disheveled from her being here so long. She sighed as she picked dirt and threw it in her hair. It clumped up and collected on her face as well. She looked like a wild child. And to add to it, she grabbed some vines from above and tied them around her wrist... or made it look like it was tied.
"Ready!" the girls said in unison.
Iris looked at FlaWizardmon and nodded her head. "I'll tell them just that...You can count on us..."
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Posted: Wed Feb 06, 2013 9:07 pm
Marco Sombra de Milagros I'm still learning about this world... Once everyone was ready to go, Marco's plan was underway. He knew everyone was prepared so he didn't need to say anything else. Iris tied her hands using vines which was a good idea so he advised everyone to do the same. When they exited into the clearing, they looked down at the camp; the DemiDevimon did not notice the yet so Marco decided to whisper the plan to everyone one more time before they would be unable to talk anymore. "We won't be able to communicate once they take you guys into the camp so make sure to inform all the villagers immediately without rising any suspicion from the DemiDevimon. We will try and help you from the outside as much as we can." Marco stopped talking and looked up seeing a couple of DemiDevimon fly towards them; hopefully they would be able to pass through. The two bat digimon stopped and hovered over them.
"Hey who are you?" One of the DemiDevimon asked pointing his feet/claw at Marco and FlaWizarmon (they were the tallest in costumes). Marco took a deep breath, they hadn't notice they were not DemiDevimon meaning the plan was working. "We are DemiDevimon and we have brought more prisoners to the camp." He motioned at Iris, Christian, Renamon, and Christian's Veemon, "we caught them while they were lost in the jungle." Marco quickly took a side glance at FlaWizarmon noticing his clenched fists. The fiery wizard was trying his hardest to hold back, Marco knew that he wanted to punch those DemiDevimon more than anyone in the group. He was glad that he was trying to hold back so the mission would be successful; however, it meant that he would need to do all the talking and that made Marco a bit nervous, but his face didn't quite show it. He looked back at the DemiDevimon who were talking amongst themselves. They flew around them as if inspecting them, Marco stood perfectly still.
Once they were done, they looked at each other once more and nodded. "Okay, go on ahead and throw those prisoners with the other villagers. We will have them working soon." When they finished talking, they turned around and flew back to the camp. Marco sighed in relief, they managed to fool them, but now came the hard part; keeping up with the act. Marco motioned for everyone to continue moving as they entered the camp. Marco kept his eyes forward, he didn't want to look at the villagers who were being forced to work otherwise his resolve would falter and he would attack those DemiDevimon. He knew that Veemon, Wormmon, and especially FlaWizarmon felt the same way he did and if they wanted to save everyone then they would need to bite their tongues and hold their fists back. They reached one of the camps and as they were ordered, they threw (not literally) the "prisoners" into one of the camps. Marco gave them a quick look as if saying 'good luck' and he left along with his digimon and the red wizard. It was up to Iris and Christian to inform the villagers and figure out a plan to escape.
Marco sighed looked back at the camp, he hoped they would come up with a plan soon because he didn't want to stay in that place any longer than he needed to. Marco glanced at FlaWizarmon, "I think we should scout the area maybe there are places that aren't heavily guarded." FlaWizarmon nodded and so did Veemon and Wormmon. They would try to stick together as much as possible which should be fine considering the DemiDevimon traveled in groups of two to four. Marco hoped that Iris and everyone else was okay, he would check back on them in one hour, hopefully a plan would be ready by then.
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