[center][color=DarkBlue][h3]DemiDevimon[/h3][/color]
[color=DarkBlue]Location:[/color] Gateway
[color=DarkBlue]Skills/items used:[/color] None[/center][hr]
[b]"Arukenimon? Please, I ain't [i]that[/i] old and busted. I'm just your friendly neighbourhood Dokugumon, trying to spin some coin on her own time."[/b] Fortunately, or perhaps [i]frustratingly[/i] for Dominimon, DemiDevimon didn't seem put out by his own pointed response to her words. If anything, she seemed heartened by it, cackling viciously: this one [i]definitely[/i] seemed to have been taking enthusiastic communion. Seraphimon would have come down with a blue screen of death if he was still around to see and hear one of his flock like this, but at least she was dealing with something a little more tolerable than a milquetoast altar boy. [b]"Or at least I [i]was[/i], before your miserable ass hit the panic button."[/b]

She looked back around, taking stock of the others. What an absolute [i]mess[/i] of a crew. She remembered the stories of humans passed around in the old Edge City days, the older children telling the young ones tales of beings from another world who'd come and deliver them from their miserable lot in life, beings overflowing with warmth and vitality that dwarfed the meagre fire the storyteller had them huddled around. They'd come threadbare before long, the very real threats of bitter cold, scarcity of food and the retribution aimed at them by the merchants and their guards forcing them to leave those fancies behind for more realistic and tangible solutions; even now, confronted with them manifested into digital reality, 'threadbare' seemed too mild a word for these alleged saviours from beyond the stars. They were strange, ungainly things who seemed more confused by the Digimon than the other way around- whether they had the sense to question or protest the situation or were simply overwhelmed into panic- and frail-looking to boot. A handful of them looked like they might survive for an hour or so out in the wilderness, but more than one of them seemed insubstantial enough that they wouldn't even hit a Fangmon's sides on the way down. Knowing her luck, it was one of those she'd get stuck to.

That wasn't even getting into the other Digimon here. Her circumstances weren't exactly ideal, but reversion was hardly permanent; she could claw her way back to her Adult form before long, with or without being wired up to one of these alleged deliverers. But besides the Jellymon, who seemed to at least have control of her faculties, the others seemed dubious [i]at best[/i]. So Lord Third Banana had pulled in some brat who thought they were hot shit, a bundle of junk data that barely seemed conscious of what was going on, some half dead reptile that looked a hair's breadth from making the full transition, not to mention the two who had outright bitten it the moment they landed, and yet [i]she[/i] was the big mistake here?

Sure, pal. What a cosmic fucking joke. 

[b]"Well, chicken wing boy, you got teeth, I'll give you that."[/b] DemiDevimon inhaled deeply, before releasing it in a slow exhale. Getting back as good as she gave had impressed her enough to briefly quell her anger, but it wasn't enough to ease her into the situation, let alone make her happy with it as Dominimon tried to shepherd the gaggle of freaks and geeks he'd assembled along to the next scene he'd planned out. One of the humans, a figure who looked and sounded [i]uncannily[/i] like a stretched out Nanimon, seemed to be trying to entertain him, questioning what they had to lose: was it really going to fall to her to talk some sense back into proceedings? [b]"But your sense of propriety is as sorry as I'd expect from a god-botherer. You yank these bozos across worlds to do your job for you, cripple half of us while you're at it and [i]this[/i] is how you lead off? Some 'call to heroic destiny' bullshit? Trying to play big shot to a bunch of clueless yokels?"[/b]

Well, it wouldn't be the first time. 

[b]"Get to the fucking point."[/b] Her vocabulary was as [i]lurid[/i] as before, but now her tone was pointed and direct. [b]"What do [i]we[/i] all get out of this? And don't spout off that canned crap about warm fuzzies and 'doing what needst be done', anyone with working RAM knows that's just an excuse to skip out on your overheads. Are you expecting us to throw ourselves into the Corruption so you can go back to business as normal, or do we actually have anything to look forward to after getting mangled beyond recognition?"[/b]