[center][b][u][i]Hale Koa Hotel[/i][/u][/b][/center]

Well... This escalated quickly. First came the rather intense storm that was now officially on their heads; it was less a thunderstorm and more the beginnings of a Hurricane. Then came the blackout, and in a ballroom filled with a lively bunch like this, he half-expected the lights to come back on and somebody ending up murdered.

But instead, the next thing was something beyond common logic to accurately make sense of. The PC turned on in the midst of this Blackout...Not the Laptop one of them seem to have on hand before closing, but the old retro PC sitting on the opposite side of the room from the door. He couldn't make out what was being displayed on it from where he was sitting, but that was hardly what seemed to matter as the very gravity of the room began to shift. Things then turned from ominous to insane within seconds as everyone began getting sucked in.

[b][color=red]"WHAT THE HELL IS THIS!?"[/color][/b] Was all he could yell out as he got sucked in.

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[center][b][u][i]Field of Cars[/i][/u][/b][/center]

His landing was not a soft one, landing face first onto the ground with a thump. It wasn't the first time he had a bad fall, but it was certainly the strangest; it felt longer to the impact than it seemed to be what with his bones still intact and no wounds of note. Slowly getting up from where he landed, he took a look around only to find himself outside in what could only be described as some freaky artisan's junkyard. Cars all over the place as far as he could see, all of them in outright vertical positions seemingly clipping into the ground. He could hear the sound of people around him; probably the other guys who were thrown in with him...

Honestly, he had no idea how to feel about all this. Given that came to Hawaii out of a suspected connection to that brat's disappearance, he knew going in that a mass kidnapping was possible. But how could anyone predict being thrown into something like this in the way that they did? Was all that stuff at the ballroom some hallucination and they were transported to this place while they were unconscious? Where would this even be located if so?

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As Vergil started to investigate the cars to get some kind of idea as to what's going on, a yellowish-white horn stuck out from the top of one of them. Unbeknownst to him, he was being watched. Electric energy was emitted from the horn of this little humanoid creature, as its hair pointed up in excitement and curiosity...

Unlike the others who were with Dorumon, Pulsemon snuck out of the group and hid himself among the field of cars early. Contrary to the little dragon's orders, he couldn't contain his curiosity. He had to see for himself these "humons" that were the supposed key to reaching his dreams. The one he found seemed to look particularly tough...and a bit rough at that. Something about him gave him the vibes of a mon that's been through plenty of fights before...Might make a good sparring partner for him. Not even thinking about the concept of a first impression, Pulsemon immediately jumped towards Vergil just as he - like Dustin - was opening the hood of a car that was the close enough to a normal angle to see if it could function.

On instinct, sensing someone was about to jump him, Vergil jumped out of the way and spotted Pulsemon, his eyes widened as he stared at the little monster. It went into a playful boxing stance as it looked at him with a smile, electricity discharging from the back of his hair from the excitement.

"[color=lime][b]Hey there, You look pretty strong; you up for a spar? The name's Pulsemo-[/b][/color]" He didn't even finish his sentence before Vergil shoulder-checked the horned Digimon into the open car hood and without a missing a beat, proceeding to close it on Pulsemon's head, the horn puncturing the metal cover like butter and making a hole in it. Without a word or any sound, Vergil began opening it up and closing it back down as fast as he could, constantly slamming the car hood on Pulsemon's face. The sound of the slams could probably be heard by the other people and mons all over the field of cars, along with Pulsemon's pained grunts and attempts to speak. By the third time, the little guy's eyes were swirling in a daze.

As he was doing this, Vergil's mind was working in overdrive with questions that could all be simplified to "What the fuck is even happening right now!?" Getting theatrically kidnapped and transported to another place was one thing, but now there's a life-sized living yellow mascot toy - discharging electricity like some malfunctioning robot - getting the jump on him and treating it like some game. It's also evidently very durable considering its face was still intact and clearly still breathing in spite of the fact a human he'd do this to would probably be dead by now.

He pulled up the hood one last time and pushed it back down with all his strength, only for the hood to actually go down much easier than he expected, slamming his thumbs between the hood and the car, with him wincing at that as he stepped away, noticing the little monster seemed to have disappeared as he attempted to shake off the pain. ...No, not disappeared; it seemed to have found an opportunity during that last car hood slam, and moved away faster than Vergil could see.

"[color=lime][b]Owww... What's your problem!? Do all you Hu-mons fight dirty where you're from!?[/b][/color]" Pulsemon asked in pain-induced anger, holding the center of his face where the nose should be with both hands, an area now a faded red from the car door smashing into it. The electricity discharging more intensely from his hair.

"[color=red][b]Says the walking electro-plush trying to jump me when my guard was down. 'The hell even are you, anyways?[/b][/color]"

"[color=lime][i]What the heck's a plush?[/i] [b]...Anyways, I already told you, I'm Pulsemon![/b][/color]" The little creature retorted. Vergil then only noticed a trail of light before being aware that the creature that was about a couple of feet away from him was now behind him again, pulling up his arm and looking at it.

"[color=red][b]What the-[/b][/color]"

"[color=lime][b]And you seem to be a little on the scrawny side. I thought all strong humons are supposed to have bulging muscles that make them look like champions. ...Oh! Maybe you're a rookie too?[/b][/color]" Pulsemon asked, pressing at Vergil's arm to feel the muscle density before coming to that conclusion with a smile, one that - combined with his question - irritated Vergil.

"[color=red][b]Get off me![/b][/color]" He yelled out, pulling his arm downward along with the Digimon holding onto it. Pulsemon let go, then front-flipped back to his feet, turning towards Vergil with a cocky smile and his hands to his waist.

"[color=lime][b]Your attitude needs work, but there's a certain spark in you. ...Alright, I've decided: effective immediately, I'm making you my rival![/b][/color]" He said, pointing at him with his hair point upwards as green electricity danced around them.

"[color=red][b]...What the hell are you even talking about? Are you the one behind all this!?[/b][/color]" Vergil asked. Needless to say, this was getting to be way out of his league. It was difficult to keep up with the emotional whiplash that seemed to be going on with this...thing. Honestly, the question was almost rhetorical; he doubt something like this would be able to pull off the stunt that led him here, let alone kidnapping the brat. But seeing as it's the only unnatural thing he's seen so far in this landscape besides the other people, he had to be sure. Of course, it didn't take long for an answer to come without Pulsemon needing to say a thing, as other creatures of different shapes and sizes started heading for the rest of the humans to mingle about.

"[color=lime][b]Behind what? You mean bringing you Hu-mons here? Nah, that's Dorumon's idea. According to him, you guys are supposed to help make my dream come true. I didn't really get it just looking at them, but with you, I at least have a guess. I'll train you up, so that you can push me to my limits, and then I'll be able to Digivolve for su-HEY, WHERE YOU GOING!?[/b][/color]" Pulsemon answered. With his arms crossed and his eyes closed he made his statement; he didn't notice until he opened them up again that Vergil was walking away from him.

The moment Vergil heard Pulsemon say the name of the one responsible for this, that was all he needed to hear. He had no interest in what else Pulsemon had to say about... whatever he was going on about. He walked towards the others in hopes of finding this "Dorumon" thing and grilling it about the runt. Where he was? What these bizarre creatures were? He couldn't give a damn about that right now.

Getting to the bottom of the runt's disappearance is the whole reason he's in this freakshow, and come hell or high water, he was going to do it.