[center][h2][u][color=f26522]Kate Beckham[/color][/u][/h2][/center]The music was playing loudly from her computer to no avail. As Kate watched her neighborhood enjoying the perfect morning to be outside, by peeking through her bedroom window’s curtain and letting out a weary sigh. Turning to stare and shake her head in disbelief at the slumbering Dracomon. Continuing to stand still as a statue beside her bed, with the same pillow she threw resting atop his face. [color=f26522][i]“When I told him to go to sleep, I didn’t expect him to take it so literally.”[/i][/color] Kate thought, briefly cracking a smile at the sight. Soon going over to sit at her computer chair and turn off her speakers. [color=f26522][i]“This dragon sleeps like a boulder."[/i][/color] She noted, grabbing her phone to check for any new messages.

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But with those issues solved for now...Kate sat up and grabbed a water filled spray bottle sitting on her desk. [color=f26522][i]“I think I can trust him to not bite my arm off for doing this.”[/i][/color] She reasoned, approaching Ouro and cautiously lifting the pillow off to see his eyes were shut. Beginning to spritz it into his slightly agape maw, until she saw him close it and swallow.

[color=2fff81]“Hmm?”[/color] Ouro hummed groggily, as he barely opened his eyes. Looking up at Kate with a twitching nose, as he picked up the sweet lavender scent from her damp hair. Noticing the change of outfit, as she changed out of her pajamas into her usual punk rock attire. [color=2fff81]“Mmm. You smell tasty, Kate.”[/color]

[color=f26522]“Please don’t use the word ‘tasty’ to describe me.”[/color] Kate interjected, as she lightly tossed the pillow back onto the bed. [color=f26522]“Now follow me. And I'll find you something to eat.”[/color] She said, heading toward the door and glancing over her shoulder to watch him yawning and rubbing his eyes. [color=f26522]“Not much of a morning digimon, are you?”[/color] She teased.

[color=2fff81]“Oh. My mistake.”[/color] Ouro apologized after he processed her words, unconsciously nomming on his tail. [color=2fff81]“And a dragon sleeps hard, so they don’t need to sleep often.”[/color] He answered in a prideful tone, as he followed her out of the room.

[color=f26522]“You’re chewing on your tail again, Ouro.”[/color] She noted, as he quickly spat it out and had it fall limp behind him. As Kate led Ouro across the hallway and downstairs into the kitchen, where both German Shepards sat by the emptied food bowls. Although the male one barked at Ouro once he stepped on the tiled floor. [color=f26522]“Roger, hush.”[/color] She scolded, observing Dracomon grinning in superiority and puffing out his chest. [color=f26522]“You two are going to get along before my parents return at three-thirty.”[/color] Kate asserted, while walking in-between their resumed glare off. [color=f26522]“Hold out your claw — and don’t eat these.”[/color] She instructed, grabbing a box of dog treats from the cupboard. As he reluctantly complied and curiously watched her pour a few bone shaped biscuits into his awaiting grasp. Though he had no interest in eating what smelled so foul, Ouro realized that the inferior species were coming closer to him and wagging their tails.

[color=2fff81]“I get it! We’re poisoning him to gain leverage!”[/color] He declared proudly. Getting visibly flustered as he received a dirty look from Kate. [color=2fff81]“Erm, so what am I doing then?”[/color]

[color=f26522]“You're going to ask Roger and Roxanne to shake hands. And if they do, you’ll give them a biscuit.”[/color] She explained pointing at his claw. As Dracomon observed her taking one from the box and showing him what to do. [color=f26522]“Roxanne, shake...good girl.”[/color]

[color=2fff81]“I’m afraid — such a thing goes against a dragon’s code.”[/color] Ouro interrupted hesitantly, causing her gaze to squint in his direction as he elaborated. [color=2fff81]“No dragon is to touch or be touched by a non-dragon, unless in the heat of battle.”[/color]

[color=f26522]“Is that so?”[/color] She sighed, rubbing her forehead. [color=f26522]“Alright. Just drop them then. I have another idea.”[/color] She said before walking off. As he eagerly did so, promptly following her down the hallway and toward the back screen door with a guilty expression.

[color=2fff81]“I’m sorry that my presence has caused you trouble-”[/color] Ouro uttered while climbing the stairs directly behind her, interrupted by the sound of his stomach rumbling.

[color=f26522]“I understand that you don’t know how to go home.”[/color] Kate stated, scanning the floors for a tennis ball. [color=f26522][i]“Maybe they'll start being more friendly if he plays some fetch with them...”[/i][/color]

[color=2fff81]“No, I’m almost certain on how I can return to my world-”[/color] He corrected, causing Kate to spin around and face him with a look demanding an explanation. [color=2fff81]“Well — no creature can just appear in thin air.”[/color] He noted shrewdly. [color=2fff81]“So there’s likely an open portal between our worlds. Whether it’s the location that I began my descent, or left by the impact from my crash-”[/color]

[color=f26522]“Now hold on!”[/color] She exclaimed in a frustrated tone, recalling how wise a Dracomon is supposed to be. [color=f26522]“It sounds like you knew this from the start...”[/color]

[color=2fff81]“It’s not a guaranteed hypothesis but-”[/color] He uttered, as she began to rub her forehead again.

[color=f26522]“Unbelievable.”[/color] She muttered. [color=f26522]“If you could head home, why didn’t you tell me that earlier?”[/color]

[color=2fff81]“You didn’t ask.”[/color] He answered with a frown, making Kate glare at him. [color=2fff81]“...have I made you upset?”[/color]

[color=f26522]“How long were you planning on staying here without telling me?”[/color] She retorted with hands on her hips. As he looked up and thoughtfully tapped a claw against his chin.

[color=2fff81]“I have been a little bored without having anyone to fight.”[/color] He admitted non-nonchalantly. Abruptly shifting their attention at the sound of the doorbell ringing, as Kate’s face filled with panic.

[color=f26522]“Go back to my room. We’ll look for that ‘portal’ when it gets dark.”[/color] She hastily instructed, rushing past Dracomon to reach her front door. [color=f26522][i][b]“Please don’t be my parents-”[/b][/i][/color] Kate begged, as she leaned up and peeked through the peephole to see Troy standing there. [color=f26522][b][i]“Nevermind — that’s worse!”[/i][/b][/color]
[hr][center][h2][u][color=Gold]Izabel Ivanowski[/color][/u][/h2][/center]
[quote=The_Clockmaker][code]@ApolloKnight We need to talk.[/code][/quote]
Izabel stared at the laptop screen with her goggles on, as she waited for her message to be answered. Rocking her body in bed until she was suddenly brought into a private room with three additional members that she had differing amounts of knowledge on. [color=Gold][i]“Everyone seems to be acquainted with each other. But I’ve been a prominent dungeon runner on Apollo’s team, and I don’t recognize any of these names. Beside Doormaus, who I’ve seen in the chat.”[/i][/color] She thought, leaning forward and typing up her first question.

[quote=The_Clockmaker][color=#FFC304]@StarWatching[/color][code]How do I know one of you isn't a secret government operative?[/code][/quote]
[color=f49400]“So what’cha ya doing, Izzy?”[/color] Chicchimon asked softly, happily perched atop of her hat.

[color=Gold]“I’m trying to learn more about you. So I can help you get back home.”[/color] Izabel replied.

[color=f49400]“But I like it here!”[/color] He exclaimed cheerfully, lifting his wings high in the air. 

[color=Gold]“You won’t be able to stay without my parents or my brother finding out.”[/color] Izabel noted, glancing up at the quivering bird. As she nonchalantly lifted the digimon off her head, and held him in her hands. [color=Gold]“What’s a matter now?”[/color]

His big eyes started to water in her grasp. [color=f49400]“What are parents? Will they eat me?”[/color]

She sighed and shook her head. [color=Gold]“No, and mom’s a pescetarian anyway.”[/color]

[color=f49400]“That sounds scary too.”[/color] He muttered, hiding his face behind his wings. As she noticed a few new messages.

[quote=ApolloKnight][color=#FFC304]@StarWatching[/color][code]@The_Clockmaker Guildmates should trust one another, Clock.[/code][/quote]
[color=Gold]“My mom isn’t scary-”[/color] She corrected, setting him down in her lap and reaching out to write a response. As Izabel stopped to look over to him as he appeared upset. [color=Gold]“Don’t you have anyone who will miss you if you’re gone?”[/color]

[color=f49400]“Um...no I don’t think so.”[/color] Chicchimon murmured. [color=f49400]“And I don't have any friends where I’m from-”[/color] 

[color=Gold]“I can be your friend.”[/color] She offered on the spot, causing the sad bird to immediately brighten up. His eyes twinkling in awe, as he smiled and excitedly fluttered his wings.

[color=f49400]“Hooray! Izzy's my friend!”[/color] He chirped, as Izabel unsuccessfully tried to shush him.

[color=Gold]“Don’t be too loud, my mom’s still home.”[/color] She urged him, as he began hopping around on the bed.

[color=f49400]“I’m sorry Izzy, I’m so happy that I can’t stop.”[/color] He said with a giggle, as she sighed and firmly grabbed the gleefully bouncing ball.

[color=Gold]“You’re more hyperactive than my brother after he’s had sugar.”[/color] She stated, sitting him down in her lap and holding him there. [color=Gold]“Please sit still.”[/color] 

As he looked up at Izabel with a smile, and saluted her with his wing. [color=f49400]“Yes, friend.”[/color]

[color=Gold]“Thank you.”[/color] Izabel replied, as she released her hands. Pulling her laptop closer and noticing the lack of responses from ApolloKnight in particular. [color=Gold][i]“It’s taking him a while to say anything…did something happen?”[/i][/color] She wondered, quickly deleting what she typed to ask something else.

[quote=The_Clockmaker][color=#FFC304]@StarWatching[/color][code]Did anyone see or check the spot where they fell from the sky? Mine came through the window because it was raining outside last night.[/code][/quote] 
Interrupted by a sudden knock against the door, that had Chicchimon diving under the bedsheets. As Izabel closed her laptop and quickly stuffed her pillows under the covers. [color=Gold]“Come in.”[/color] She called out casually, moving up to sit by the edge of her bed. [color=Gold][i]“I guess everything is scary for him.”[/i][/color]

Watching her mom proceed to open the door, and smile with a plate in her hands. [color=ecdb95]“I brought you up a sandwich Izabel — have you eaten yet?”[/color] 

[color=Gold]“No mom.”[/color] Izabel said, looking at the dark circles under her mother’s eyes as she set the sandwich plate on her desk. 

[color=ecdb95]“Is everything okay?”[/color] She asked, approaching Izabel as she looked off to the side. [color=ecdb95]“You know you can talk to me about anything.”[/color] 

[color=Gold]“I’m fine.”[/color] Izabel replied, her hands gripping the bed sheets. [color=Gold]“Mom. Why do you work so late at night?”[/color] Izabel asked, as the mom crouched to her daughter’s level. 

[color=ecdb95]“I do it because I like my job.”[/color] She explained, with her hands delicately lifting up Izabel’s goggles to look into her daughter’s eyes. [color=ecdb95]“It lets me take care of sick girls and boys, so they can feel better and return home to a family that loves them.”[/color]

[color=Gold]“What happens when they don’t have a family to go back too?”[/color] Izabel questioned in a cold tone, causing the mom to hug her. While Chicchimon was listening in with watery eyes from underneath the blankets.

[color=ecdb95]“Those days are hard.”[/color] She admitted softly. [color=ecdb95]“But when I come home and get to see my family smiling back at me-”[/color] The mother continued, as Izabel finally made eye contact. [color=ecdb95]“It makes me feel warm and sunny — no matter what the time is.”[/color] She said, kissing her daughter’s forehead and making Izabel smile. Even if it was just for her mom’s sake...

[color=Gold]“I love you Mom.”[/color] Izabel said, as her mom stood up and briefly noticed the shifting under the covers. 

[color=ecdb95]“I love you too.”[/color] The mother replied, making her way out of the room. [color=ecdb95]“Just don’t forget your sandwich.”[/color] She added sweetly, before quietly closing the door behind her. Allowing Izabel to flop backward on her bed, and let out a big sigh of relief.

[color=Gold]“You can come out now Chicchimon.”[/color] Izabel uttered, before sitting up and getting off the bed. As Chicchimon sprung out of the covers with his wings covering a blushing face. 

[color=f49400]“C-can you call me Sunny?”[/color] He muttered, with one eye bashfully peeking through his wing to see her blank stare. [color=f49400]“B-because you make me feel warm too, Izzy.”[/color]

Izabel turned in response and shook her head a bit. As she grabbed the two halves of the tuna sandwich off the plate. [color=Gold]“You’re such a bird-brain.”[/color] She muttered, as she glanced over to him, smiling brightly at the compliment that he received. [color=Gold]“Alright.”[/color] She sighed, soon approaching her bed, and setting one half of it beside him. [color=Gold]“Then help me eat this, Sunny.”[/color] Izabel instructed, as she reluctantly took a bite.

As he gleefully looked up at his friend. [color=f49400]“What is it?”[/color] Sunny asked curiously.

[color=Gold]“Bleh — Tuna.”[/color] She replied with her mouth full. As he then tried a small bite, Sunny’s eyes soon twinkled in delight. [color=f49400]“Oh my! This Blehtuna’s is amazing!”[/color]
[hr][center][h2][u][color=4acdff]Asher Shaw[/color][/u][/h2][/center]
[quote=ApolloKnight][color=#FFC304]@StarWatching[/color][code]Guildmates, I believe we’ve each received a real digimon. And I would like to request that we all exchange information, so we can converse outside of the game. Does anyone here have any objections or suggestions of their own?[/code][/quote]
Asher’s focus would remain on his computer’s screen, in spite of the literal heat emitting from his new ally. [color=4acdff]“So — do you like it?”[/color] He asked in a relaxed manner.

[color=a13535]“Hmm...a god of volcanic fire, you say?”[/color] Vorvomon pondered aloud to himself, while standing beside Asher’s computer chair. As his proceeding shout and foot stomp would nearly rattle Asher’s living room walls. [color=a13535][b]“Like it?! I love it!”[/b][/color]

Causing Asher to pick at his ear and turn his attention to Vorvomon. [color=4acdff]“Vulcan is it then.”[/color] He confirmed, seeing the dragon’s cheerful smile. [color=4acdff]“Though you can lower your voice a bit?”[/color]

[color=a13535]“I could, but I won’t.”[/color] Vorvomon protested at a quieter, albeit still loud volume. Swiftly stepping up closer and pointing his wing at Asher, popping a bubble of personal space. [color=a13535]“So tell me, Asher. What are you doing?”[/color] He inquired energetically. Receiving no immediate answer, as Asher seemed to be off in another world entirely. His eyes facing the upper righthand corner, with both elbows placed on his desk, his chin rested underneath his folded hands.

[color=4acdff][i]“Four other members had the same thing happen to them? That can’t be a mere coincidence, can it?”[/i][/color] Asher questioned. [color=4acdff][i]“No, we must’ve been chosen for something...important.”[/i][/color]

[color=a13535]“Asher?”[/color] Vulcan uttered again, glancing up at the monitor. [color=a13535]“If this some kind of test-”[/color] Vulcan grumbled, as his smile had quickly changed into a serious scowl. [color=a13535][b]“Fine! I’ll speak quietly from now on!”[/b][/color] He hollered out with wings raised high, while the red parts of his body glowed fiercely. As he slammed his wings to the ground, with just enough restraint to keep his promise not to break anything, it abruptly snapped Asher out of his thought process.

[color=4acdff]“Woah, try to chill a little. There’s no reason to be so aggressive.”[/color] Asher urged, lowering his downturned palm, as Vorvomon found himself sheepishly mellowing out.

[color=a13535]“...then don’t ignore me.”[/color] Vulcan replied softly, his eyes looking down and away.

[color=4acdff]“It wasn’t on purpose, Vulcan.”[/color] Asher reassured. [color=4acdff]“I was thinking about why you and I met-“[/color] He explained.

[color=a13535]“I want to know why you’re telling others about me.”[/color] He interrupted in a skeptical tone, pointing his up to the screen.

[color=4acdff]“I’m speaking with more of my allies.”[/color] Asher clarified. [color=4acdff]“I wasn’t trying to hide it from you.”[/color] He assured, as Vulcan stared at him dubiously. 

[color=a13535]“Well they’re not my allies.”[/color] Vulcan rebuked. [color=a13535]“And since I’m being hunted, I don’t want anyone else to know where I am!”[/color] Something which caused Asher to casually get up from his seat and kneel down to the digimon’s level, as Vorvomon froze in place like an animal caught in the headlights.

[color=4acdff][i]“It’s the same look he gave me before. And yet...I didn’t even consider how scared he actually was.”[/i][/color] Asher thought. [color=4acdff]“I understand. And I won’t tell them anything without your approval first.”[/color] He conceded, soon extending his hand. [color=4acdff]“Can you agree to those terms?”[/color]

Vulcan blinked and skeptically eyed his hand, as Asher sat there and waited for him to accept. Eventually seeing a satisfied grin, as Vulcan stuck out his wing and shook on it. [color=a13535]“Thank you.”[/color]

[color=4acdff][i]“Hang on…”[/i][/color] Asher thought mid-handshake. Standing himself up once they were finished, to head toward the backyard window. [color=4acdff][i]“If we were partners like the game, then shouldn’t there be-”[/i][/color] He speculated, squinting his gaze outside. As Vulcan eagerly approached and attempted to jump upward to reach the window’s height, landing with an abrupt thud.

[color=a13535]“What now? Is someone out there? Do I need to set them ablaze!?”[/color] He questioned with increased intensity.

[color=4acdff]“No, but come with me.”[/color] Asher replied, pulling the hood over his head. Not needing to elaborate any further, as Vulcan curiously walked with him through his front door and back of his house. Smelling an odd odor in the warm dry air, as Vorvomon watched Asher aimlessly paced around his backyard and combed through the tall grass. [color=4acdff]“I’m looking for a small device that might’ve crashed along with you.”[/color] Asher answered before receiving the question.

[color=a13535]“I don’t know what you’re talking about-”[/color] Vorvomon began to state bluntly. Then paused to point his wing at the mulch bed by the house’s wall where he originally crashed. [color=a13535]“Something’s there!”[/color] He stated with enough vigor that it caught Asher’s attention. 

As he noticed the small glitchy white and blue hole. [color=4acdff][i]“He’s not wrong. It’s shimmering...”[/i][/color] He thought absent-mindedly, approaching up to the wall and kneeling in the dirt. Feeling a strange gravitational pull that was compelling his hand to touch it, as Asher suddenly vanished from Vorvomon’s sight. 

[color=a13535]“Hey! Don’t go without me![/color] Vulcan exclaimed, rushing over to have the same thing occur.
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Asher didn’t know what he expected to feel, as his body zipped through a blinding white. But for a minute, or at least that’s how long it felt, he couldn’t see or feel anything. Although his mind was actively thinking about where he was being taken to, as if he dived straight into the steepest and shortest tunnel slide. He was spat out of the other end and collapsed onto the solid ground below. Causing him to quickly rise to his feet and then stare in awe at the whimsical sight before him. The dark purple hue of his surroundings would’ve been unsettling, if it wasn’t the rainbow spectrum of colorful flora and glowing plant life of different shapes and sizes that covered this seemingly dense forest. However, unlike the usual wooded atmosphere, it was eerily silent. 

[color=4acdff]“...Am I in the Digital World? Or did I step into Alice in Wonderland?”[/color] He uttered. Soon looking down at his clothes to see that they remained unchanged. [color=4acdff][i]“Actually — it kind of reminds me of one of the game’s starter dun-”[/i][/color] Suddenly startled as somebody shouted directly behind him, as Asher spun around to see a large crimson moss coated tree where Vorvomon emerged from the same glitchy white portal. 

[color=a13535]“Asher! Don’t go any farther!”[/color] Vulcan warned, stepping out of the tree and hastily dashing to Asher's side. [color=a13535]“They might still be here-”[/color] He said, looking around with his wings outstretched.

[color=4acdff]“The ones who were chasing you?”[/color] He asked softly, thinking about it for a moment. [color=4acdff]“Is this the last place you were — before you crashed I mean?”[/color] As Vulcan firmly nodded, Asher noticed something was inside his pocket. [color=4acdff][i]“The digivice!”[/i][/color] He realized, quickly sticking his hand in to pull it out and look at the small digital device. Which was surprisingly weighty for its compact size, as its metallic body was colored orange and its three buttons were red. While Asher tried to comprehend this bizarre situation. [color=4acdff][i]“...Did coming through that portal give me this? Maybe so...I wouldn’t miss it?”[/i][/color] 

However, those questions would have to be addressed later. Since Vorvomon interjected with a much bigger query. [color=a13535]“Hey! The sparkling thing disappeared!”[/color] Vulcan exclaimed. And sure enough, when Asher looked at the crimson tree. That glitchy hole from where they first arrived...was gone...