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[grimm]

genbu city was a fortress in the middle of frigid cold. it wasn't so different from tokyo in summer. the metropolis was a concrete jungle in the middle of japan, unforgiving and threatening as its skyscrapers loomed over the people scattered on the streets.

the people on the streets moved methodically, walking at even paces. grimm didn't find it hard to compare tokyo to genbu. the coldness, the distance between the people despite being so close, the people who never gave each other more than just a side glance when crossing the road.

however, grimm couldn't afford to give people more than a half-glance -- he was looking for someone. "eh, shoutmon," he grunted to the red digimon next to him, "seen someone called steven yet?"

"no. it's in english."

"darou!"

the man huffed, crossing his arms as the air condensed around his nostrils and mouth. "maa, let's do this," he grunted, walking onwards until he spotted a name that he managed to read, albeit slowly and with much effort.

"suchii ..."

"steven!" shoutmon yelled, pumping a fist in the air.

" 'bout damn time," grimm spat, running towards steven and clapping him on the shoulder. "yo!"

[steven]

"grimm."

steven greeted back somewhat distractedly. it seemed as though he was being pulled back from a long thought. his attention turned from what he had been staring at a distance to the hand clasped on his shoulder, waiting for grimm to remove it.

spadamon greeted shoutmon with a wave and a cheer. he was far more loud in comparison to his stoic partner.

"hey, you're this guy's partner, right?"

the chatty lion digimon looked over the shoutmon. they were already imagining openings in the digimon's stance. steven glanced at him then back at the wild haired male.

"so you found me."

[grimm]

"yo, spadamon!" shoutmon cheered in response, bounding up to the lion and giving it a high-five. "mhm, i'm grimm's partner digimon da yo!"

grimm didn't care if steven lacked enthusiasm. the man was a stoic one, most, if not all of the time. the man tilted his head, and grinned. "aa," he said, "yah." grimm gave another nod, lifting his hand from his friend's shoulder.

"took a while but," he paused, waiting for steven to soak up what he'd said, "i managed anyway. unlike shoutmon here, i got a good sense'a direction. yah?" he slipped his hands into his coat pockets, and turned on his heels.

"oi, shoutmon. dun'go beating up steven's digimon ya naa."

he eyed the headphone-wearing digimon, who had by now tried to fistbump spadamon, and invite it to challenge a passing-by digimon to a fight.

"nope, none of the sort, grimm," shoutmon replied, the half-truth tingling on the tip of its tongue.

"i'll pull your tongue out."

[steven]

Spadamon mimicked Shoutmon's actions and enthusiasm in contrast to his stoic partner. "Nice to meet ya!"

It took effort to understand Grimm's accent. There were times he believed that the man purposely made it so that it was difficult to understand, but he got most of it now. It just took him longer to process. "Sure." He looked around their surroundings. Genbu City was a bustling crowded place, making it difficult to find anyone.

The white lion appeared to get along quite well with Shoutmon, nearly joining him on the trek to find someone to battle. They laughed at the idea of Shoutmon beating him and have a hardy pat on the back. "Shoutmon and I, we're good buds already!"

Steven watched idly, shaking his head lightly. "You should worry about whoever they end up fighting together." He commented. If Grimm's digimon was anything like Spadamon, whoever they'd face would have some sort of challenge.

[grimm]

"didja hear that da yo?" shoutmon grinned widely, its hands on its hips as it glanced over at grimm. "good buds!" it gave spadamon a high-five. "aibou da yo!"

a small chuckle escaped grimm's lips. partners, eh? sounded interesting. the tamer's expression relaxed. "iunno, ya'think they gun'be able to stop?" said grimm. he wasn't entirely sure shoutmon knew when a challenge wasn't a challenge. it lacked tact at times -- hell, most of the time.

[steven]

spadamon laughed as it gave shoutmon a highfive. "yeah!"

"no." steven agreed. "they'll fight." it was a guaranteed, but it was an interesting thought. they haven't seen one another fight yet. the two species of digimon were friends, so their united attacks will be interesting to explore ... assuming they find someone to double battle against.

he looked to grimm, wondering if he would stop them if they had pulled another pair into a battle.

[grimm]

"they're weapons, na?" grimm said, as shoutmon proceeded to place its hands on its hips and beam at spadamon. the two digimon were indeed rather lively, shoutmon moreso unsubdued compared to spadamon. more childish, in a way, grimm noted. "even 've their own weapons an'all."

"what?" grimm took a tentative step back, having noticed steven's attention on him. "wha'?"

[steven]

Of course, Grimm was right. They were weapons with, ironically enough, weapons. He remembered the description that came with Spadamon, stronger when turned into a weapon as opposed to their normal form. Steven thought it was a strange concept.

"... Should we let them?"

[grimm]

"le'them wha'?"

grimm hadn't wasted a moment. the words slipped out of his mouth as easily as they had popped into his mind. "anything goes, stef," he said, a grin tugging at the edges of his lips. the grin spread across his face, and the man tucked his hands into his jacket's pockets.

"chances are it'd be cool 'nyway. can't win 'em all. gutta lose some, yah?"

[steven]

Steven nodded, though he doubted they would lose. Their training had been going well. It could be more, and it will be more regardless of how their future battles turn out. For them, there was only higher up the ladder to go. There was no looking back.

"Then we should find someone for them before they decide to challenge everyone."

[grimm]

"do ya'got anyone in mind?" grimm muttered, glancing at shoutmon then back at the tamer clad in blue. "some kids cry seein' faces like ours. mine. whateva."

the tamer stretched, stuffed his hands into his coat pockets and started walking deeper into the city. it was crazy how some people did nothing but battle and some others did anything but battle.

[steven]

"No. Do you?" His gaze never left Spadamon and Shoutmon. The two were likely to get into some trouble soon, so it was best to keep watch and lessen it. He snorted. "They aren't worth fighting if they're afraid of you." The man looked practically harmless in his opinion.

The sad thing was, most of the people he had met on this server weren't fighters. It was rather tame in comparison to the other he'd been too. He found it strange.

[grimm]

"nn," grimm mused. he glanced from the human to the two digimon, and wasn't sure of his answer. he knew a fair few players, but no one who would be willing to partake in a two-on-two. fights like this usually got bloody and dirty very quickly, and no one enjoyed the idea unless something waited for them on the other side of the metaphorical door. (usually money and experience points, but grimm hardly was down for that.) "face prob. we can always post something on t'message boards but you do it. iunknow my kanji well."

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