[IC] A Boy and his Digiwitch

[KiltmanBagz]

Deep in a dark, secluded place sat a digiwoman. MysticWitchmon to be specific. With blond hair almost as long as she was tall, dressed in an outlandish, if not slightly scantily clad, witches outfit that was naturally for her and her kind. A pair of red cloths were wrapped about her eyes in a vague x shape yet she could still see perfectly fine. Here she sat, legs crossed and broom resting in her lap. Far away from the noise and chaos of the outside world. Far from the suffering and pain. Far from the war that was tearing her entire world apart bit by little bit. But she couldn't think about that now. It was why she had found this dark little corner to hid in. So she could focus on one of the hardest things she had ever attempted. Getting free from the digital world.

And she was SO close. She could feel herself slipping out of this dimension, and into another. She honestly wasn't aiming for any specific place, or any specific dimension for that matter. It was said that they original witch and wizardmons actually came from a closely neighboring dimension to that of the digital world. She knew there were many shades of reality, and she honestly didn't care which one she went to. She pushed harder at the invisible boarder between dominions. She was so frustratingly close.

But what scared her was that she had been this close for almost an hour now. She was starting to doubt herself. Was she powerful enough to leave this world? She believed she was, she knew plenty of rookie levels managed to make the jump, so why wasn't she? Was something wrong with her technique? She was sure she was doing this right. So why? Why wasn't she breaking through! If she had to put words on it, it was not that she wasn't pushing hard enough...rather that something in the digital world was holding her back. And that thought scared her even more.

~Please!~ she prayed desperately ~ Please Let me in. I don't care where or why, just as long as I am not here~ She closed her eyes tightly and prayed ~I don't belong here anymore, so just take me some where I do belong~

Shortly after that thought left her mind she felt something new. Not the force of her pushing, but the sensation of something pulling. Before she realized it she was no longer in the digital world, she was being taken somewhere new. A gentle light was pulling and guiding here to a new world. It was warm and inviting, the light made her think of destiny. When it faded she was sitting on her knees, her eyes slowly adjusting to her new surroundings. She couldn't make out much, but there was some kind of person in front of her, and some sort of device in their...his hands. She suddenly stop trying to figure out her surroundings as her attention focused on the device. She knew what it was. She stood up, her broom hovering shortly behind her as she rushed forward and gripped the boys hand and closely examine the object. "A digivice..." she whispered in a somewhat shocked voice. She could feel it in her bones. That was her digivice, and that was her tamer. She took a few steps back. Looking up as if addressing whatever force finally brought her here.

"This isn't what I meant!" she growled out in frustration "I was asking for escape, not a new burden!"

[Miraboreasu]

Rex had woken up this morning with a new app on his phone. He hadn't downloaded it... it had just been there. He was still confused hours later. At seventeen he was short for his age, with broad shoulders. His skin was quite pale, and his black hair was somewhat neat, just neat enough to pass as a responsible young man upon first glance; his eyes-- through some fluke of nature-- were silver, like moonlight. He was dressed in simple clothes: black steel-toe shoes, old jeans, ripped at the knees, a white t-shirt, and a black jacket; strapped to his forehead was a pair of black goggles with reflective, gold lenses.

It was another long day at school, between the tough work and jocks and jerks, and the several club meetings after school. When Rex went home, he took a shortcut through the park, pausing to examine the new app for a moment. With a sigh, he tapped the icon, and a single sentence:

"Are you the one to shape the future: Y/N?"

"That's weird..." he murmured. The sun was going down now. He tapped the "N".

"Transfer/Upgrade in progress."

There was a bright light from Rex's phone so bright he had to close his eyes. When he opened his eyes his phone had transformed... and a beautiful young woman knelt in front of him. As she screamed at the sky his jaw dropped. "What the hell...?"

[KiltmanBagz]

She looked about her surroundings. Between the fact there was a boy holding a digivice she was bound to and the sights and sounds she could gather, she was definitely in the human world. She sighed heavily tapping her broom in frustration against the ground "Great...of all worlds to end up in it was this one...as a Digimon partner no less!" she shook her head, taking a moment to look back at the young man holding her digivice. When human and digimon got paired together for whatever reason it normally involved some sort of big important reason. Usually at least. She didn't find this person particularly awe inspiring...so perhaps he was just a compatible partner for her and not someone who was 'Destined' for something. "Well...It could mean nothing I guess..." She muttered to herself. She approached the young man again, this time actually addressing him.

"Take me to your home. We can talk about what's going on there."

[Miraboreasu]

Rex didn't know how to react, except for doing as he was told. His parents wouldn't be home for a few hours, so he had time to think of an explanation for the attractive, scantily-clad witch lady in their house. He was sure that they weren't seen, and locked the door behind them. Cursing to himself the young man quickly covered the windows and returned to the woman. "Okay, lady," he said. "I want explanations, and now."

[KiltmanBagz]

"MysticWitchmon." She said matter of fact-ly once they were in the humans house. "My name is MysticWitchmon. Don't call me lady." She lifted her broom up horizontally about at waist height and let it go. It floated there in mid air and she rather nimbly took a seat on the flying broom. She crossed her legs and folded her arms her lips pursing in thought and frustration. "Where do I even begin..." she saighed "I come from a place called the Digitalworld. A world of data and will. In that world there live a great many beings called Digimon. They are what inhabit that world as you humans inhabit this one. I am one of those digimon."

She faltered, not sure where to go from there. Those were more or less the basics, though she was almost positive it would raise more questions than answers for the boy. "There are actually a great number of worlds besides yours and mine, I was attempting to go to leave the digital world for...personal reasons. I really hadn't meant to come to the human world, but it isn't to surprising I ended up here. Of all the various worlds yours and ours are very closely connected. Some say your world and it's technology and strongly willed imaginations gave birth to mine. It is not uncommon for digimon to sometimes pass over into this world. Sometimes even humans pass into ours, though that is much more rare. And rarer still..." she said pointing to the device her still held in his hand. "Is that. That is a Digivice. When what ever greater powers that be happen to pair a human and a digimon together the human is given that device and receives the title 'Tamer'. It means you and I are connected by fate, and stuck with one another for better or worse. You are my Tamer and I am your digimon."

It also normally means that fate has big plans for the pair she thought with no small amount of worry to herself but that's not always the case. Could just be that we were compatible and in the right place at the right time. Man I hope that's the case.

"So...any more specific questions besides 'explanations'? Cause I could go for hours about."