[b][i]Hale Koa Hotel, Hawaii[/i][/b]

[i]Cute Introvert,[/i] Andrew Starling thought as the scene around him narrowed down to this slightly older kid's face. [i]Scared, traumatized, and it's going to take effort to try and form a bond with him, but all in all, kind; he won't take advantage of people unless pushed into doing so.[/i]

His smile grew as he held out his hand to shake, before saying, "My name's Andrew; Andrew Starling. What's your name, and wanna go to the buffet together?"

Whether the grey-eyed older teen clasped his hand or not, Andrew went to the buffet to get some rib-eye, a slab of grilled pork, copious amounts of honey chicken, and sizzled rack of lamb, and the vegetables his parents had always reminded him to eat. They passed by a tiny, brown-haired boy with slightly spiky hair who was making an improvised banana split, and Andrew couldn't help but point out, "Hey, there's a chocolate fountain at the very end of the dessert section; would that help?"

All the while, the rain and wind outside were intensifying, and flashes of lightning, accompanied by rumbles of thunder, could be seen through the windows and heard through the walls. Storms weren’t uncommon in Hawaii, and the staff were trained for that; Andrew was confident they’d got this handled, right?

The doors to the ballroom were the type to close on their own. Still, the boy couldn’t shake an uncharacteristic and subtle feeling of claustrophobia creeping in, perhaps because the situation was so unusual to begin with, and just got more off-putting as time went on without any explanation.

Suddenly, the lights went out. While there were some startled exclamations from the others, Andrew could no longer resist the urge to get up and head towards one of the Ballroom’s several double doors. He didn’t consciously justify the reason why he felt compelled to do so, but if nothing else, maybe getting some fresh air would help relieve the tension he was feeling?

Andrew Starling, pop star, felt his heart plummet as he realized the doors were locked. As he went to check another, then another, he concluded that this could only be some sort of terrorist attack. It was the only explanation he could think of that did not rely on the supernatural or paranormal, or aliens. Soon, very soon, the doors would reopen, and they may get gunned down by some sort of rogue who wanted everyone here to die -

Then he regained his determination; he was an example of what can be achieved when one seeks to look past their flaws and think clearly. This Ballroom was not exactly a death trap, after all, and there was some time before whatever mass shooter who set this trap came for them.

Andrew looked for the small boy first, prioritizing the youngest among them, but as he walked towards Nate, lighting the way with his smartphone’s torch function, that was when it crossed the border of what was normal.

He opened his mouth to scream, but by then, he and everyone else were already being sucked [i]into[/i] the old computer on one of the tables as it lit up, and the flash of light, a swirl of colors, and complicated strings of pictograms and binary code, were the first, not the last, of the world-shattering things he saw.

[b][i]The Field of Cars, File Island[/i][/b]

Elecmon remembered the final battle, where ClavisAngemon and the other Royal Knights of Yggdrassil had led the Angelic Host to protect the Digital World from the Seven Demon Lords. Thousands of Angemon, including [i]him[/i], had been destroyed, some deleted permanently, others reborn in lesser forms like he was, in a future where the enemy had won, and the last foothold of the old ways was File Island, where ClavisAngemon and [i]one last Angemon[/i] had preserved a neutral ground.

In time, he had become the guardian of the Village of Beginnings, telling stories of the old ways to new and reborn Digimon alike. But he had always yearned for the old days, and as time passed, and ClavisAngemon threw himself into arcane studies that did not yield any fruit, neglecting his duties to the last territory that held out against the Demon Lords, and letting Angemon act as his vizier and 'face'... the seed of resentment was planted and grew.

But even then, when his old friend, Dorumon, approached him from where he had been in hiding for the past twenty years, Elecmon was wary about his plan; Yggdrassil was insane, after all. 

"Insanity does not have to last forever," his old friend had said as baby Digmon played around the village, enjoying the last of their innocence, "We can bring Yggdrassil back without his... obsessions. Besides, ClavisAngemon cannot keep out the Seven Demon Lords forever, not when [i]he is obsessed himself[/i]."

Elecmon knew both were technically true;  Yggdrassil can be resurrected, or rather, reformatted, to be a sane guardian of the Digital World. So his next words were, "Will you take care of the Village if I join your plan?"

Dorumon swore by his Master; that's how Elecmon knew that he could be trusted to keep that specific promise.

...And now, he was with Dorumon, in the Field of Cars, where a glowing hole in the sky was dropping a small squad of those people called Humans; children whose physical weakness was more than made up for by the emotional energies they generated, emotional energies that fed the Digital World and gave life to data.

Before they fully fell out, ClavisAngemon had said this before closing the gates to his castle and bidding him go back to the Village: 

[i]"This world isn't just data; it is a reflection of the emotional energies of Humanity, their 'cyberspace' mixed with genuine supernatural power. Both this world and the Real World, however, are merely parts of a larger collection of Planes and Worlds; a Multiverse, if you will. Do not desire to cross over or mingle with those who seek such; do not seek to bond with a Human for a selfish cause, or forever be an outlaw marked for death."[/i] 

The Field of Cars, which was called that because the grassy, sandy landscape was strewn with duplicates of Human Cars; luxury cars, sports cars, taxis, police cars, middle-class cars, electric cars, and muscle cars, almost all of which were stuck vertically out of the ground like a strange forest of four-wheeled trees. It now saw new visitors; visitors dumped in a small square clearing of long, soft grass and sand that had been cleared of loose car parts.

There, he, Dorumon, and the other Digimon that the latter brought waited for them to get their bearings. They would then approach them and seal their bond once Dorumon gave them their [i]Digivices[/i]...

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1.) No, ClavisAngemon is not canonically one of the Royal Knights. However, he is one in this RP.
2.) The above reveals that the main reason why the Royal Knights are not allowed to be player-controlled Digimon is because they are NPCs, not just Dorumon. Any of them that are dead are dead permanently, while any that are reborn or in hiding are, well, NPCs under GM control.
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