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Although he didn't really intend on taking that offer at first, his hunger won him over in the end. Following closely behind Andrew and, after grabbing a 'balanced' meal which included meat, vegetables, some fruit and eggs, gave into his snacking habit again and started grabbing whatever he could that fit his criteria -small and long-lasting- and shoving it into the numerous pockets that his attire had, whether it be in his jacket or shorts.

Still, as he followed Andrew, his mind started to wander off and consider what had happened. It was clear about who exactly had been in that room, given the compass that had been left behind, and he also understood that their fated confrontation wouldn't be exactly easy or simple, so with that in mind and taking note of the growing intensity of the storm, the particular theory that quickly settled in his mind clearly signaled that something was about to happen in a few moments, the quick succesion of events only further proved that whatever was going to happen was supernatural in origin.

Still, even as he felt himself get sucked into the computer and watched somewhat amusedly the quick flashes of light and random coding appearing before his eyes, Dante relaxed slightly and let the flow take him wherever it intended to do so, because, after all... he was walking down the path of fate itself, guided by his own justice into a confrontation that was long overdue.

[center][color=0054a6][i][h3]Loogamon[/h3][/i][/color][/center]
Loogamon didn't really feel strongly in regards to what had been said to him. DORUmon's words had gone through his ears as easily as they went out, with only a tacit understanding of what was the intended motion of events that would happen once the hoomans(?) arrived. Loogamon's partner would be among them and he was fairly sure that he could [i]recognize[/i] the one who was worthy of being his master once he laid his eyes on them.

And thus, once Loogamon saw the humans falling from the sky, his eyes locked into the ashen-haired human. Because Loogamon could tell, that particular human was someone who held the qualities of a worthy master according to his instincts, which had never led him wrong! Well, except maybe on some occasions where he bit a tree and it left his jaw hurting... or when he started crunching on rocks out of curiosity for how they tasted and it left his teeth hurting to the point of tears...

Still! He was fairly sure this time he was right, so to put his potential partner to test, his ultimate - and only - way to tell if someone was friendly... nibbling. The young digimon gently bit the human's leg while he was still dizzy from the sudden transportation to find out the taste and texture of this unfamiliar being. Of course, as any living being with survival instincts would do, the ashen-haired youth jolted from the sensation and looked down to find a wolf-like being half his size slobbering all over his legs, and while many would have numerous ways to react negatively to this sudden and frightening situation...

Dante relaxed. He could tell that Loogamon didn't mean any harm purely because of his tells, from the way his eyes were looking at him curiously, to how his tail wagged from excitement, and most important of all, how the jaw holding his leg didn't have any real force put to it. Still, getting up would be difficult with this curious being - a Digimon? - so he presented an alternative, with one hand patting Loogamon's head to get his attention, while the other one fished out a chocolate ball from one of his pockets, expertly unraveling the wrap from it and presenting it to Loogamon.

The young Digimon, on his part, had his attention immediately focus on the round, sweet-smelling thing that was presented before his eyes, and thus, he let go of the limb he was holding and instead accepted the round thingy into his mouth, which released a flavor that left his tail wagging from the delight of it all, but that sadly was melting from his higher body temperature, still even that made it into a melty goodness that was delightful as well so it was alright.

As Dante watched Loogamon roll on the floor from the excitement over his new treat, he mulled over what Dorumon had said as he looked at the Digivice(?) in Dorumon's hand? Paw?

"[color=9e0b0f]So that's what happened, huh... That checks out, but still, I hope Beatrice is doing alright, even if she's now under Lucemon's banner[/color]" Although considering how much he had gone over his theology studies as dictated by his family, and how Beatrice would accompany him to at least make it less boring, she probably is already aware of Lucemon's intentions and is going with it solely to get back at him, which was sad but... If that's how it was going to be, then so be it. He would receive her with open arms and scold her harshly as was needed.

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[hider=Beatrice's Flow][color=00aeef][center][i][h3]Beatrice[/h3][/i][/center][/color]
Beatrice could tell from the start, even as she finished her giggling fit, that Lucemon's words, while technically true, hid his intentions very well. She had always been perceptive, even to her own detriment, and detecting someone's malice - even if it was a passive one - was as easy as breathing. The fact that Lucemon felt... [i]wrong[/i] was also another factor, akin to seeing a perfectly tranquil lake yet knowing that deep within, something ancient and malevolent lurked.

Still, she decided to go along with it, her intuition told her that if she were to go down this [s]path[/s] [i]flow[/i], she would be able to meet that guy and enact the retribution that he had missed back then at last. Because she herself carried the will of those involved in the incident, and they would surely want for a harsher punishment to be done to the one was at the center of it all.

Because that her own righteousness, inherited from her family lineage and molded by her own experiences. Her own [i]justice[/i] that burned towards making those who commited evil pay, and that was fueled by her own sentimentality, compassion and empathy towards those who couldn't defend themselves, who could only depend on those who were stronger than them to be protected.

And yet...

... A part of her, a tiny, but loud part within her contemplated about what would happen during that meeting, she had dreamed of it, dreaded it, and also looked forward towards that eventuality, but she understood that her own future and sense of self would change depending on the outcome of that event. And as such, her own intellect worked against her by considering the miniscule - in her mind - possibility that, perhaps, she was the one in the wrong, that the one who had been left behind was herself, as the only person who was still trapped within the confines of her own mind as the loser who couldn't move on.

So, she subconsciouly understood that if that possibility were to come true, if all her worst fears were to be confirmed and that which supported her, the ideals which she stood for being misguided and fake, she would shatter apart. Because then she would be the one perpetuating the cycle, wilfully pulling people back into the past for her own selfish reasons, instead of for the sake of enacting justice.

Regardless, the [s]truth[/s] scenarios within her head all turned into background noise as willed it so, being more eager to understand what was happening around her in this bizzare new world rather than dwell in something that couldn't be true, that shouldn't be true. So, as she witnessed what could only be described as a black dinosaur somewhat smaller than her approach with slow, yet meaninful, she didn't really feel fear as others might have done. Gazing into its eyes that held a primal instinct as well as intellect behind them, she caressed the head that had stopped in front of her, and by the rumbling of its chest and the swaying of the tail, it was pleased with this particular course of action.

"[color=ed1c24]Satisfaction. This one's name is Black Guilmon, and yours?[/color]" Black Guilmon looked expectantly at her, and she complied with its (his?) request, smiling widely at him.

"[color=00aeef]It seems you and I will be partners then, Black Guilmon! My name is Beatrice, and I can already tell that we will be great together.[/color]" And so, a rather bizzare 'partnership' was born, between one whose flow had stagnated, wishing for another chance to bloom into a better being, and one who had resigned himself to his fate - born from the meeting of primal instinct mixed with expectations - yet could perhaps look into something [i]different[/i].
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