Welcome to Gaia! ::

((right, I'll make a room.))

((sure is taking a while...)

(I have to have your code as well.)

"Ya, I need him to bring back the items I asked for."
Soma said before rubbing his eyes again.
With Ninjamon.
Dang, the only thing i've found that will fit him is this dress, oh well. How much for the dress?
Three dollars.
A Digitamamon said.
Ok here ya go. Now back to Soma.

Gin then leaned against a wall as he waited for Kazuki to catch up,"Man I'm bored."

~I have search the earth and walk among the heaven and hell for an answer and my results are.....~

A men in a with a black cloak with a white straw hat and on his back was a black blade strap to it came by the room. you couldn't see much off him and his face was covered by the straw hat. He walked into the room Charie was in.

~Their are idiots everywhere.....~

A busy market place cluttered with stands of merchandise and various exotic produce. Digimon carelessly going about their daily lives, many however seem to be suffering form small coughs, but otherwise everything seems normal here.

Shortly after 1 PM, Digital World Time, an entourage of slippery green masses slither their way into the market, eyes held up by long stalks. Once they are spotted the citizens along the streets begin to panic, older digimon scooping up baby and in-training digimon and running for cover. The Numemon begin taking food and shoving it in their mouths.

Out of the Cowering crowds steps a Mystimon, with rune-engraved silver armor over a blood red robe. He was tall and powerful, his magical aura seemed to permeate the market. An Ultimate level digimon of great majesty. It stepped into the middle of the street and starred down the numemon bullies. “You are not welcome here! BE GONE!” the digimon shouted as it drew its jewel-encrusted sword, which instantly burst into flames.

The Numemon glared at their challenger, then looked at each other and snickered. They began to charge at Mystimon, snarling and growling. The Mystic Digimon stood his ground for a few seconds before he was suddenly overcome by an unnatural fear and fell to the street cowering. One of the Numemon approached the mage and whispered “Booga booga booga!” Mystimon sprang up and began running from the market. The globs of green slime laughed at the pathetic creature, “No one can challenge US! We OWN this town! Bring us more food!” the Numemon returned to terrorizing the other digimon and gorging themselves on whatever they could wrap their slimy tentacles around.