Subject: silent riot, ensenga 421 views

[hans]

he glanced at the digital clock in the corner of his display. it faded gradually into view as his gaze moved from the corner back to the scenery ahead. hans wasn't sure why or how ensenga had gotten from the safety of the central sector onto the dangerous gondola to the treacherous swamps of the south sector.

and he'd even managed to wander to jungle grave. hans had heard rumors; most people didn't make it out alive. a player of ensenga's caliber had no place in the area, given the crafty tricks and traps that snared unsuspecting players in the graveyard. the tamer trod carefully, but paused when a sickening squelch sounded as soon as he lifted his right foot.

he glanced down, edge quickly flanking him. the blackagumon's fangs were bared, nostrils dilated as the bubbles rose and faded from the mud. it was nothing but an empty scare, but it only served to make hans more aware of his surroundings.

the area was not only dark, but also deserted. he could hear the picodevimon chattering incessantly in the distance, yet there was no sign of ensenga. had the tamer died and respawned in nearby suzaku city? likely, given his friend's capabilities, but as he ventured deeper, hans was quickly proven wrong.

ensenga was still fighting and holding his own, amazingly.

your lucky day. hans's mouth was curved in a small smile, his expression amused. edge remained a few steps behind him, unwilling to let wild digimon catch them unawares. sorry i took a while longer, morio. almost had to extend my shift. one of the college students at the florist's had called in sick, but thankfully the florist's daughter had returned home from school, thus, relieving him from overtime duty.

he cracked his knuckles. behind him, edge's lips curled, revealing a smirk. kuu, ensenga. it's been a while.

[/color] the virus-type flexed its claws, waiting for the other digimon to finish its fight. party invitations couldn't be sent while the other player was currently in a battle. so hurry up. heh.[/color][/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[ensenga]

From the city to the desert then back and now to the swamp–Ensenga just can't keep himself from exploring this world, not when there are so many other places he has yet to visit. The swamps and shining lavender graveyards of the South Sector are but steps to his larger goal of traveling the entirety of Digimon Online. The world is a game and it's his to play in, from his persona right down to his adventures.

Or so he'd like to say, but the world is fighting him at the moment. He'd meant to just pop into the Jungle Grave and ogle the gleaming lavender ground a bit before leaving but, well, he'd decided to peek in for a tiny bit longer and gotten jumped by two Picodevimon.

"I told you we should've just left already!" his White Lopmon partner cries while taking a defensive stance before his tamer. The atmosphere of the graveyard unnerves him; even those disgusting swamps are preferable to the "off-ness" of this place.

"Uh, well," Ensenga stammers, wide-eyed at the sudden encounter, "it's all just a part of the adventure! 'Sides," he steadies his voice, sounding confident, "we can totally take these guys out. I know it." It's a game, he reminds himself as the rabbit charges forward. And sometimes, games challenge you.

They win the fight, and there's victory in his eyes as the Picodevimon collapse to the ground. "You alright?" Ensenga asks of the White Lopmon, who though panting gives a curt nod. As if he'd tire after a single battle. "Awesome," Ensenga says, grin wide and gaze on the road ahead. "Let's keep going, then." The world is a game and it's natural for it to challenge him. Enemy Digimon pop out one after another but it's his duty, his personality as a player to fight. Hans and Edge show up just as they're wrapping up another encounter and when Ensenga hears their voices, he looks to them, beaming. See? his grin is saying. I'm strong too.

"Yo, Shou, Edge!" he calls, hand raised in greeting. "Ehh, don't worry about being late! You do what you gotta do." He gives a dismissive wave, but quirks an eyebrow at Edge's words. "Kuu? Oh," he looks at the White Lopmon a small ways in front of him, "you mean Senkuuken."

"No, it's just Kuu," the rabbit growls, eyes on the wounded Picodevimon before him. The little devil fires a set of Pico Darts but immediately Kuu starts spinning, long ears gathering the wind until he's surrounded by a miniature tornado. Buffeted by the gusts, the darts fall harmlessly to the ground as Kuu charges forward, his Petit Twister slamming into the Picodevimon and knocking it a distance away. It twitches once, attempts to stand, then collapses to the ground, unmoving.

His enemy downed, Kuu heads back to the group. "There you go, Edge." Ensenga kneels down to the White Lopmon and they high-five. "Senkuuken is a stupid name, by the way," Kuu says to his tamer.

"What? No way it's not! It sounds cool and we match!" Ensenga grins. "I'm Shining Fang and you're Shining Dog!"

"But I'm not a dog."

"Well, I'm not a fang so it's fine."

"... That's not the point," Kuu says with a sigh before jumping atop his tamer's head. "Whatever. Let's just get a move on."

"Aye aye, cap'n!" Ensenga gives a little salute, grinning as he stands and turns to Hans. "Let's go, man! Now that you're here, I bet we could totally just clear the whole area."


(changed white lopmon's name a bit)

[hans]

it was within hans's expectations to see ensenga happy and cheerful as usual, but not within them to see the other player alive and kicking. he seemed stronger than before, perhaps due to the technique he had purchased for senkuuken, yet the teenager felt that it was far too early to celebrate their victory. he watched the picodevimon burst into data, its fragments falling to the ground like withered petals, the second one yet to disintegrate after being defeated.

was he being cynical and doubtful of his friend's abilities? was he the one who refused to believe that ensenga was, perhaps - perhaps! - stronger than he seemed?

no. no. the south sector was a treacherous place that hans would never have stepped in alone without a higher-leveled player on whisper to guide him through the terrain; jungle grave was a dimly-lit, chilling area that he wouldn't have entered if it wasn't for ensenga.

hans's face had darkened as he heard his friend's suggestion and further explored his train of thought. it wasn't possible for someone to not hear of the rumors that plagued the graveyard, but a glance at the grinning, excited teenager before him seemed to indicate otherwise. he remained silent, while edge spoke to save the quartet an awkward silence.

i don't enjoy bursting your bubble, ensenga. we're going to party. kuu, you know what that means ... right? edge's gaze fell on the white lopmon atop the boy's head. of course, we can always avoid trouble. we do not party. however, there may be repercussions if i -- hans?

it hardly matters.

[/b] hans flicked two fingers across the holographic menu, his eyes following the movement of the digital envelope. the party invitation was already sent; he had no interest in incurring penalties for kill-stealing. i have confidence in you, morio. the teenager returned ensenga's grin with a smile of his own. however. hans's smile remained, but his eyes were no longer smiling. promise me something.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[ensenga]

"I know," Kuu replies when the other Digimon addresses him. His face appears stoic but his eyes betray his uncertainty; the truth is that he's been on edge ever since his arrival here, but outside of some initial complaints he hadn't tried to dissuade his tamer from venturing further. Is it the boy's enthusiasm that's getting to him? Or maybe it's the confidence gained from their streak of victories? Partying up comes with its own problems of course, but seeing the spark in Ensenga's eyes and hearing the strength in his voice makes him reluctant to back down. "I think it might be okay," Kuu says as Hans sends the party invitation. "Maybe. We can try a battle or two first to see how it goes?"

"Or we can just believe in ourselves a bit more?" Ensenga says, noticing the invitation materializing before him. "Relax, guys." A click, and he's joined the party. "It's just a game.

"However," he continues, waving his hand forward dramatically, "believe not just in me but also in the power of our bonds together! The shining light of our friendship shall purge this weary land of its darkness. Is that encouraging enough?" He looks to Edge first before glancing at Hans, his grin widening when he sees the other boy's smile.

But then he's caught off-guard. It's Hans's next words—no, it's that look in the other boy's eyes, how dissonant it is with the rest of his expression.

Ensenga turns to Hans with a curious look. "What is it?"


("orz i keep getting confused between their real names and their screen names)

[hans]

hardly.

[/color] edge chortled. purging darkness, bonds of friendship -- it was very idealistic, but it was also an idea that appealed to the black agumon. it almost wanted to see how far ensenga could go with the idea, how far he could run before falling. at least say something about being cool. seems a waste to go that far and not be appreciated at all.[/color]

hans said nothing. it was one thing to believe in themselves and another to realize their own limits and capabilities. the south sector was no place for leisure; the terrain hardly was welcoming, and the more the tamer looked at ensenga and lopmon, the more he felt that they were merely riding upon a stroke of luck. at the same time, hans had no intention of reneging.

game or no game, we shouldn't fool around. a small chime rang, sealing both tamers into a party contract. ensenga was enthusiastic, and while that was encouraging, hans found it a step too far from caution. his smile dimmed, now echoing the serious look in his eyes. pull back when i tell you to. the boy glanced at his friend, then looked away.

what were the chances ensenga - no, morio - would listen to him? (who was he to tell someone to stop and expect them to?) hans turned away, crushing bramble under his feet as he headed deeper into the jungle grave. if ensenga sought a challenge, a challenge he would find.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[wild digimon]

Shamamon (x2) » Child Level » Virus Attribute
Shaman Hammer » Mad Twist » Dancing Bone » Shaman Bomb

[ensenga]

"Being cool?" Ensenga says, turning to Edge with a laugh. "Man, I thought we were all so naturally cool we don't even need to mention it, but sure." With one hand set at his waist, he brings the other up over his head, pointing skyward while yelling, "And we'll be absolutely freakin' awesome the whole time!" He looks to Edge again with a grin, though it fades slightly when he hears Hans's request. What's up with all the worry today? Secretly Ensenga thinks he should just take it easy, but you know, whatever helps him relax. It's easy enough a request anyway.

"Sure, I gotcha," he says to Hans before following in his tracks. He keeps his eyes out for enemies as he travels, yet despite the time he's spent grinding here already, the ambiance of the swamp still sets him on edge. The lavender glow of the land lends them enough light to find their way, but it highlights too the crooked branches that hang low like limbs pointing at the bushes along the path. Is it a distraction, meant to draw attention away from the cloak of the tree leaves? Or is it a warning, a sign of low lying creatures in wait? Sight is of little use when monsters can jump at you from behind, from the front, pounce upon your head or claw at your feet. All you've got here are your nose and ears, the latter of which Kuu makes the most of. His long ears are held high like a beacon in the dark, twitching at the slightest noise until—

"Guys," the White Lopmon murmurs, just loud enough to catch the whole party's attention. He's standing atop Ensenga's head, looking to the side of the path. Amidst the darkened bushes, the tops of two clubs can barely be seen. A moment's worth of staring pins their wielders down as a pair of Shamamon.

"Let's get 'em," Ensenga says, and at once Kuu is off his head, spinning in mid-air. In the dark, the White Lopmon flying at the two Shamamon attract their attention immediately, but their second's worth of surprise is just enough for Kuu to slam into one of them with a Petit Twister. With a cry the targeted Shamamon is hit back into the other, sending them both sprawling out of the bushes.