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"Be gone foolish child," He would start. "You're not welcome here... leave or be forced to leave. I'm nothing like that weak devil, Gulfmon... I will take you out and not give it a second thought." ChaosGallantmon uncrossed her arms and forced a lance in one hand, pointing it right at Chris. "You'll get no sympathy from me or him." She spoke, talking about herself and Marcus.



Iniside of the dark builing Kuro walked into the chambers with Reiji walking behind him. "You hesitated and now look at you..." Kuro shook his head talking about Reiji's recent performance.

"What the hell happened to you?!" Urik questioned. The dark haired boy jumped down from where he was sitting with a DoKunemon on his shoulder. He walked towards the boy noticing that his eyes were dripping. "Honestly dear, can you like no go overdrive all the time?!" Urik pulled out a cloth and began to wiped the boys face, taking extra care to wipe up the boys eyes. He removed Reiji's blindfold so that he could get all of the chaos residue.
"Thanks mom.." He said in a sarcastic tone. He tried to fight it and wave Urik's hands away, but to no avail did it stop Urik's attentive cleaning.

"I assume this means the trespasser was taken care of?"Luca, who was sitting in Zyn's seat looked down with a puzzled look. "For you to come back like this would mean that it was dealt with, yes?"

Reiji was unresponsive, holding Kuramon in one arm. His eyes were closed and he had his head hanging down. "They won't come back... I can assure you of that." Kuro broke the silent with his promise of extermination. "He came looking for Marcus... claiming to have known him. He even somehow managed to get Marcus's old digivice." He through a stray glare at Reiji. "Speaking of which, how is he doing?"

"Slowly... some of his body is rejecting the change, but that is only a small portion of his self-conscience... Guess he was more chaotic that anyone else realized." Luca sighed and then looked off at a small chamber being guarded by Chaosmon. Inside of the pod was Marcus in a foggy substance. "On matters of the digivice, it matter not what happens to it. Most of the data on there was transferred already. We don't want our leader to go at half strength... the only thing that wasn't moved was those dreaded pictures."

[Marcus, Chaosmon, ChaosPiedmon, and ChaosWarGreymon exit to Data Ocean]

Sheriti smiled wearily toward her friend masking her exhausted appearance. Her body was well equipped and re-energized for further adventures, although she might have overslept due to the frequent urges of yawning. Sheriti looked in the direction of Toan's partner, the Astamon and quickly examined the virus Digimon. As always, he dressed business casual, his clothes always ironed while any folds were straightened. Her attention returned to Toan after he nervously chuckled to disguise his light embarrassment of his stomachs growl. Sheriti pressed against her stomach as she attempted to see if she was hungry, but nothing. The tea and sugar cookies offered by on of the Demon Lords, Barbamon had satisfied her hunger. Qurban was in the same situation as his tamer, stuffed.
"Well, how about we stop over there yonder and wait for you, Toan." The Impmon suggested. He was quite familiar with Toan and his headstrong actions. The first encounter he had with Toan took place in another market, only that was when the Digimon behaved mischievously by impersonating a Devimon. On second thought, he might have recollected his memories from Sheriti's stories since it was actually an Angewomon who pinned him against the wall. However, that did not matter at the moment. “Sheriti and I already ‘ate’” He said, gesturing his hands in a quotation symbol knowing that cookies and tea should not be considered as food.
While Qurban answered Toan, Sheriti fumbled with her digivice. She switched a button, tapping against the screen. Her lips parted as if she wanted to add onto Impmon’s comment but she did not. “It’s been more than fourteen hours, Qurban since we were at Network City.” Her face flushed while she lifted her hand to cover her face. “We were asleep through the entire night on the ground- how embarrassing!“
Impmon looked over his shoulder, purposely allowing the jade colored scarf to envelop his chin. “Sheriti, it’s fine….”
“No! I don’t want people to think we’re hobos!” Sheriti squawked, grooming herself. She lifted her backpack from the ground, darting her eyes towards the left and over the right almost looking suspicious when she really was attempting to act natural. The edges of her digimon lips dropped while dimples formed in his temples; he felt discomfited.
After a brief moment, she recollected herself. Seeing as her friend and his Digimon simply stared at her, she decided they were expecting an idea. “I agree with, Qurban. Let’s just choose that restaurant there.” The female pointed toward a restaurant painted in a strong pastel blue and decorated with symbols of Digimon’s font. “Let’s eat there.” She said, regardless of her state.
The team stepped inside only to see a couple of Digimon scattered. The evening was approaching so not many families visited the restaurant and couples were already taking the check for delivery. The group chose a large booth located near the end of the restaurant but neared the salad buffet. After the events of Network City, Sheriti did not want to stare out her window to find a dead Boarmon or a Pucchiemon being clawed. A Pidomon approached the table faintly smiling after a long days work. The Digimon was in the midst of dropping four menus until Sheriti shook her head and said they were only here to see Toan and Astamon eat. The female tamer only asked for lemonade.
“…and a sundae?” Sheriti stared at a grinning Impmon whose face beseeched the treat. The tamer nodded, approving his request.
Before taking Toan’s request, the Pidomon wrote the female tamers request. The Digimon then turned his head in the direction toward the male, “and for the young gentlemen? Our special for today is well past its time, but you can order anything from the right side of the menu…” The waiter was not bothered by the tamers bandaged eyes. He had seen the group enter from he restaurant and make their way into the booth perfectly without trouble, yet he had the slight urge to list the menu for Toan’s sake.

“I saw him, Toan….” Sheriti finally said after the Piddomon was earshot from their table. Regardless of the few customers that waited to be tended or began to take their checks it seemed like the wild Digimon wanted to eavesdrop.
The small restaurant fell silent as it took interest in the conversation between the humans and their tamed Digimon. She shifted her bottom against the plastic, cushioned booth, bringing her arms forward and resting her elbows on the table. The girl was absent-minded of proper manners, but she was with Toan. He wouldn’t be bothered by this at all. Her chocolate pigmented eyes drooped down while her chin dug into her palm.
“I don’t know about you, but I was pretty set on getting out of that war. Qurban and I were so close to the exit until one Digimon stopped us….”
She rubbed her eyes. They still stung, slightly swollen beneath her eye lids. Before Toan or Astamon could make a comment she added, “I actually found Reniko after all this time away, but now what?” Sheriti hushed once the Piddomon returned with a tray.
He placed the drinks before the humans and their companions, brimming a smile. He chuckled lightly after mixing up a drink, but then walked off. It would be a few more minutes until the food would be completed.
Sheriti began to smack the table light, opening the straw. While she sipped, Qurban slowly carved the ice-cream. “The whole world is falling apart.” She said, directing her comment to the Digital World. “I feel that if I don’t find Reniko soon, I have a the feeling I will never see him again….”
The image of the Digital surface came to her mind. It crumbled into nothing, shattering the image of the environment. In addition, she saw various digimon scattering, falling prey under the deletion on the world. Their exo-skeletons were revealed as neon green graphs replaced their images. The screen sheets imitated the shape of the Digimon but then crushed itself from the inside out. Sheriti startled herself, then shook the thought away.
“You know, I find it funny…” The Impmon said, adding on. “At first we needed to get away from those two and out of Network City, but now we want to go back. You need too, I know.” He answered Sheriti before licking his spoon. The Imp was enjoying every little bite of the small sundae.
“Of coarse…” Sheriti attempted another smile. She released a heavy sigh, leaning back into the chair. “ Oh, Toan…the things we see. I saw Barbamon….do you know about the Demon Lords?” She inquired, looking at Toan, but then glanced toward Astamon. Sheriti easily explained Toan about her encounter with the Demon lord and went into detail about how her digivice failed to respond to Reniko’s appearance. Toan was a very close friend to her, so she could not keep secrets from him since he would eventually discover them himself anyways. However, she was successful in masking a detail.
Her Impmon listened carefully, slightly satisfied how well she did not speak of the bond Barbamon and her shared. It was inevitable.
“Well, how many hours have passed? Ten? Nine?”
“Fourteen.”
“It doesn’t matter. Maybe if we go back and look, there is a chance that Reniko is still underground.” Qurban said. After he saw Sheriti’s face grow dark he then added, “There’s hope, you know. Maybe you need that crest, right?” He attempted to enlighten her with comedy but that failed.
“Hope….” Sheriti repeated, feeling the Digivice of Reniko in her hand. She had brought it out to allow Toan to examine it while she recounted her story. “more like retribution of the Digital world. I think we’re ‘polluting it.’ You don’t think it’s under some sort of giant filler to reboot itself, do you?”
Qurban shook his head. “Don’t talk like that, I think you assume too much. If you’re unsure…then how about taking them with us?” Impmon gestures the spoon toward Astamon, “He- well they can accompany us while we go back to Network City. Be our bodyguards, if you say.”
Qurban grinned, revealing a small fang under his lip. "Well I- eh- will you stop that! You're making her feel as if being interrogated!" He waved his spoon toward Astamon as he continued to jot down notes.

A hellish looking digimon stood at the bar, next to a girl, her head buried within her hands. After a few moments of silence between the two he began poking her with the non-pointy end of his pitchfork. After the third or fourth poke the girl violently retaliated, throwing the digimon's pitchfork across the pavement. "Enough Tybalt, if your that bored go shopping with the other Rookies," Rebecca thought for a moment, "Or go slay some capulets," She commented underneath her breath. Tybalt the Phelesmon did not seem to mind, the shakespearian name he had been given by his newfound tamer, nor the constant allusions only she thought was funny. What bothered him was the fact that Rebecca, had dropped her poetic way of speech had been talking normally ever since Network City. Not that Pheles cared, he was a fallen angel digimon, the fact that he had bothered to boserve a human at this point was done out of pure boredom. The demon reassured himself, fearful he was growing soft. So the digimon held his tongue, even as his newfound friend continued to sulk. She had repressed so many feeling during the conflict, now they were catching up to her all at once. It was the sort of thing you told everybody else to leave you alone for, but really wanted to be surrounded by friends. Except Digimon weren't exactly the most empathetic bunch. Rebecca had allowed Riku to run off into the town with the other rookie digimon that had fought in Network City as a reward, while she stayed behind with the fallen angel. Rebecca might not have minded, had she not felt so tired. She was about to nod off again, when she felt a large hand on her shoulder. Rebecca turned around slowly, to find a paw resting on her shoulder. Standing behind her was a rather large panda, wearing a christmas hat. Rebecca's first reaction was to gape for a moment, before returning to her blank expression. Phelesmon also reacted, by poking the panda with his staff. After a minute of silence Rebecca had to ask. "And your name is?" . . . The question was met with silence.
Phelesmon piped up,"He looks like a Freddie!"

"Hi Freddy," Rebecca greeted the pandamon awkwardly. The pandamon stared at her, silently. It was kind of weird.

Toan frowned but nodded his head, clearly unconvinced by her answer. However, he made no move investigate on any further with the topic. If she wanted to tell him anymore then she would, if not then it was not his place to know. Besides, he was keeping secretes himself. He finished his sandwich and begin to pick at his fries.
"Then we'll head out after lunch. It not like I'm out of energy and about to pass out. Besides, I'd rather not sleep if I don't have too..."
Astamon soon finish his meal and wiped his mouth with a napkin. Toan finished soon afterward and order a sundae. The sundae arrived quickly and Toan began to wolf it down as if his life depended on it. The Sundae had last only about ten second before Toan got a hold of it.
"Your going to get a brain freeze if you keep eating like that."
The Astamon commented as he finish his drink. Toan shrugged as he did the same.
After they finished, Toan left the prize money he won from the arm wrestling contest earlier as Tip and hopped out of his seat. He begin to stretch both his arms and cracked his neck. He hadn't felt this good in a long time.
"Shall we get going? Is their anything you guys would like to get ready before we head out in our journey? This could be a long trip and you never know what might happen."