[center][h3][color=6ecff6]Arthur Percival[/color][/h3]

The apartment was still and quiet, per usual.

Today had been a fun day, at least for him. Arthur was doing what he usually did as his job and continued finishing the multiple commissions that he had taken up from multiple clients. Stretching after hitting the submit button and uploading his artwork to DeviantArt, Arthur stared up at the ceiling fan, watching as it spun around and around. Hopefully they enjoyed the self portrait for the most part as he completed it to the best of his abilities...

Launching himself up, he curiously decided to read some comments, complimenting the SilentGuardian's creations. Heh, Silent... pretty fitting as he scrolled down the comment section, smiling confidently in satisfaction as he replied to one or two comments before moving on. After Arthur pored over two or three more submissions, he spun around in his chair, eventually ceasing the movement as he held a hand to his head.

After recovering from that inordinate activity, Arthur glared at the window. Scooting over to the noisy streets, Arthur looked over the colors and cars doting the road as people in business suits passed on by. It was only for a brief moment before he spun and launched himself out of the chair.

[color=6ecff6]"I seriously need to stop doing that,"[/color] he grumbled to himself after the first spin, taking a second to fortify himself, i.e. standing without wobbling like a newborn horse before walking to his door and exiting his room; he felt pretty damn hungry right about now... tired too since he stayed up all night for the most part.

Looking around the living room, Arthur managed to stifle a yawn as he stared at the big screen TV, along with the comfy couches around the place. He honestly didn't want to grill anything today due to sheer laziness, but began raiding the refrigerator for simple cheese, bread, meat, and lettuce. A sandwich would suffice and he would hibernate like a bear afterwords!

[color=6ecff6]"Hopefully I'm not asleep for months, or twenty years for that matter,"[/color] he chuckled to himself as he finished building up his sandwich. Walking back to the couch, he jumped up, landing with a satisfying 'pmff' as he sunk into the soft item. Munching away at his sandwich, Arthur opted just to reflect on this past year as he lie there, completely immobile. Of course, he eventually devoured it before lying there and taking a nap.

...

Of course, he couldn't exactly get his body to ease itself so he rolled off the couch before shoving himself off the carpet. Maybe playing some FE:Fates or sketching would tire him out? He still had to finish Conquest and he did have a picture from last February he wanted to complete. Taking back to his room, Arthur dug through the multitude of sketchbooks on his shelf, but not before grabbing his 3DS... oh yeah, he also should check his email for any new requests.

After clicking through some tabs, he quickly logged into his email and began sifting through it. Looks like a couple of new private requests, along with an email from a "friend" who wanted to hang out... seriously, why didn't he just text him on his phone or contact him via skype? She was always a weird one... but not as weird as the mysterious email that was at the bottom of all this.

Arthur could only read through it as it proclaimed that he was chosen as an esteemed Digimon Trainer. The sender was quite interesting, considering the components. Above all, this looked to be some sort of scam that people used to hack your account and take your money. Reminded him of the times when he was "contacted" by the Treasury of State... well, after his mom was.

But it was strange; this should of found itself lying at the bottom of his spam, ready to be permanently purged from his computer. Maybe it was some kind of game this person was advertising for? Still, curiosity got the better of him and against all his common sense, he nervously tapped the accept button, bracing himself for the ongoing shitstorm... good thing he backed up most of his drawings onto a flash drive.

Opening one of his eyes, Arthur was surprised to see no flow of spam advertising that he won a million dollars or pop ups saying that there was a cute girl he could meet up with that was 3.4 miles away. The email continued, strangely enough, and asserted that a new feature was installed on his desktop. Ok, yeah, that was definitely a bad sign already. Clicking out of the browser swiftly, he found a new invader living on his desktop.

Trying to uninstall proved to be futile and above all, he gave up trying to remove it... maybe he could factory reset it and redo all the functions. Groaning, he covered his eyes as he shook his head, double clicking the program... and lo and behold his computer started glowing! It wasn't like those times when you started up a game - it was literally like the second coming of Jesus... digital Jesus maybe? Shielding his eyes for the moment, he barely managed to notice... what the heck?

Was his computer producing something? Seriously? Arthur was dumbfounded and stunned by the lights as the mysterious device fell out of his computer, rapping the desk for a moment. Arthur could only stare, unmoving with his mouth agape. He... he did not know how to process this all. Technology wasn't [i]this[/i] advanced for heavens sake!

Picking up the phone-like device, Arthur studied it for a moment, pondering if he fell into a deep sleep like he thought as this whole process was too surreal. Arthur was always able to control hie dreams, so he attempted to make his cute friend pop out of no where so they could go on an adventure involving blades and magic. He would of course be the mage.

After a couple of minutes, nothing happened; he even tried thinking as hard as he could whilst squeezing his eyes very tightly. Seriously? Was this actually reality? What the heck was he supposed to do now?

Wait.

Hastily clicking back to his email, he began rereading what the whole thing said, including the information over how he was to activate the device. This whole process sounded childlike, but eh, he already went this far. Rolling his eyes, he kicked away his chair before sighing. [color=6ecff6]"Ugh... I can't believe I'm doing this,"[/color] he muttered, vexed and confused.

Alright... you can make this fun Arthur... just pretend you're your online persona... yes... You are the SilentGuardian! A warrior mighty with his sword, the pen, and his shield, the sketchbook! You slay mighty blocks that pervade your mind and act as a hero with monetary rewards after satisfying certain people!

With enthusiasm, Arthur snatched the device before acting in an over the top manner that one of his favorite units in Conquest would approve of. Pointing the device at his screen, he shouted out in confident, reverberating voice.

[color=6ecff6]"Digital Gate, open!"[/color]

... heh that was fu-

... wait uh... what...

Ok, whattheheckwhattheheckwhattheheckwhattheheckwhattheheckwhattheheckwhattheheckwhattheheckwhattheheck?! Arthur would expect a login screen for a silly little game to pop up after that neat action, but this?! A frickin' gateway of sorts?! There were so many colored numbers changing and altering at different rates, but above all, he was being sucked in! Panicking, Arthur lost the mask and attempted to search for a way to prevent himself from being sucked into his own computer!

Alas, he couldn't delay the inevitable and was taken into the white light.

The apartment was still and quiet, per usual.
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Darkness stayed in his vision, though his whole chest felt compressed and heavy for the most part. Did his lungs collapse? Did he pass out? Was there something in that mustard he used for his sandwich? Arthur honestly couldn't discern it as the only thing he could know at this point was spinning around so much as he was forcibly taken into the portal... which may of caused him to get a headache and pass out. Regardless, it only took less than a minute for him to recover...

Rubbing his eyes, they soon flutter open, though they took their sweet time trying to adjust to the new environment... which in turn was very confounding. He expected to see the ceiling of his room, not green grass tickling his face! Groaning, Arthur rubbed the side of his temple as a girl began spouting out questions with a different accent. Of course, he was still recovering from this all as he rolled onto his back... but much to his dismay there was a blue bipedal dinosaur coated in flame painted armor.

...

... oh god did it just speak? It just spoke didn't it. What did he get into what did he get into what did he get into?! His pupils dilated as he scrambled upwards and attempted to distance himself from the creature for a moment... until he realized how it wasn't attacking... it did sound pretty friendly he guessed.

Still a little on edge; after all, everything go on here was all so... sudden. He didn't know how to digest every thing in the vicinity... He picked up Digital World, Flamedramon, Tamers, and Tamer Bureau... so that was his name from what he could assume, the Tamer info was in the email, and the latter he had no clue on. But still, Digital World? Did this mean he could access other peoples emails and breach their computers?

That sounded like a huge violation of privacy... speaking of privacy... why was that girl not wearing any pants? Wait was she? Don't blush, don't blush, don't blush. Arthur blushed at the thought as he turned his head downwards, trying to avoid letting anyone see how beet red he was.

His ears perked up at the sound of a name that sounded... pretty Japanese for the most part. Yumeko eh? Did she dream a lot or something? Regardless, the pretty girl lacking pants questioned the girl on a certain subject pertaining to a fandom. [color=6ecff6]"I'm pretty sure none of us are named Shinki,"[/color] Arthur mumbled to himself, fidgeting with his fingers. Wait, was this the time to introduce himself? He didn't want to screw this up, but what would he do? Was it his turn? Was it hers?

Suddenly a wild excuse appeared in the guise of a shorter, cuter girl who exclaimed over missing her glasses. They were near the edges of her knees as he quickly plucked them before extending the hand with the glasses towards her. [color=6ecff6]"Uhm, I b-believe these are yours V-Velma."[/color]There was some anxiety in his voice as he forced a small smile out.[/center]