[center][h3][color=00aeef]Kari Primrose[/color][/h3][/center][hr]
She didn't get a response. Typical. Apparently these "digimon" were no different than humans, when it mattered. She was even beginning to doubt the existence of their supposed "god," if everything it did was just something that this "MagnaAngemon" was actually the one doing. She was about to speak up when the creature summoned a pair of glasses in front of her. 

Glasses? Why glasses? And... did these things have a bloody [i]blue-light filter!?[/i] These, uh... "digivices" seemed kind of stupid. Was this a Persona 4 kind of thing? Were they going to go on an adventure to fight monsters while discovering their true selves? [color=00aeef][i]Ugh, gag me.[/i][/color] She was about to say something, once again, when MagnaAngemon continued only to say that they were [i]stuck here no matter whether they wanted to be here or not[/i], and that [i]the only way out was to succeed or find someone strong[/i]. Great, so these digimon things really [i]are[/i] just as bad as humans.

Kari had just reached out to grab her "digivice" when there was another bright flash, this time taking them all to a forest. The shortest human decided to Area 51 run into the forest, only for a new arrival to fall onto his head. And, just great, this one looked like a rich bitch. Just as Kari thought this, she took a mental step back. Was she really letting some sort of angel make her [i]this[/i] upset? 

... Yeah, probably. But he was gone now, and there was no need to be angry at these other people. At least not yet. Sooner or later they'd probably show themselves to be deserving of it, but for now they only deserved the benefit of the doubt. She let out a deep sigh and imagined the sun's light going from the top of her head and down her body, leaving through the tips of her toes. That was better. By the time she finished her slight meditation, the others were giving out their names.

[color=#F08080]"I'm Yurie Shinozaki, other way around if you're Japanese."[/color]

[color=FFCE00]"Name's Isaac. Isaac Skye. Work for for a software company out in New York. Ain't much else to it."[/color]

[color=00aeef]"Yeah, thanks and all, but I'm not giving my name out. Call me whatever you want, it doesn't matter to me. Also, sorry if I seem ticked off, that angel guy sort of caused that."[/color]

Now then, where were these "partners" of theirs?