Klara Langston
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This dorumon guy was saying a lot of words without actually saying anything at all. It was rather impressive, his ability to talk so much and be able to say so little. To say nothing of the comparisons she didn't really understand all to well. Why was he using such niche references? Klara frowned slightly, mulling over everything. No, no, she still couldn't say she liked anything he was saying. Well, if what he was saying was true it sounded bad, but maybe it was just her naturally more distrustful nature that she didn't really care to take anything he was saying at face value.

The other digimons explanation was much more simple.

Lucemon wanted to destroy their world, or at least was going to inadvertently do great harm to it.

What cliched demon lord plot was that?

Klara looked at the digivice, turning it over in her hands. An intriguing device, if nothing else. Perhaps she could figure out how it worked...

[color=f7941d]"Hm?"[/color]

regardless of her own trust, though, it seemed like things were going to take a rougher turn where she was going to have to put her lot in with these guys for now, regardless. Some weird looking fish thing came out of the sea, clearly hostile.

[color=a187be]"Nyahaha, teamwork? Puh-leeze. WE can handle this ourselves, right, partner?"[/color]

[color=f7941d]"...Teamwork, right. What can you even do? Your the size of a small cat."[/color]

[color=a187be]"Weh! I'm perfectly sized for...for whatever! Hmph, just watch and learn!"[/color] It would plant its feet firmly on the ground in front of Klara. A ball of fire ignited over Tsukaimon's head. [color=a187be]"Time for some friendly fire! Get grilled, fishpaste!"[/color]

The ball of fire was lobbed towards the Coelamon, Klara watching with only mild curiosity.