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« on: May 10, 2024, 11:32:34 PM »
October 8th, Tuesday. Between the events of yesterday's crisis and the subsequent R&R, neither Alemana nor Renamon were able to leave bed until until midafternoon. Indeed, by that time, Ike and Gazimon had left, though the Samoan did so with a gait that drew deadpan stares from his partner. But it wasn't Ike's absence that woke Alemana, nor even the sound of Cashew's barking. No, it was the sound of his bedroom door slamming shut behind a stone-faced Keilani.
"Wake up," she said, pulling Al's desk chair to sit on. "We've gotta talk."
As Al squinted from where he lay, he saw Keilani wasn't alone, the scientist having plopped Gammamon on her lap.
("What did you do now?") thought Renamon, her inner voice sounding like a stifled yawn.
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« on: March 02, 2024, 06:52:42 PM »
The night was late. Rain pattered against the office windows as people darkened the halls and left for home. With ne'er a soul to be had for several floors, not a shadow moved or betrayed danger... when a figure crept inside the server farms. The low hum of the machines covered her steps as she closed the door behind her. The cameras had already been dealt with, their feeds replaced with looped footage. Smiling, the infiltrator stretched out a crimson-gloved paw to one side, tracing a claw against the servers as she walked down the central aisle. In her wake, rings of red binary code blinked into existence, the machinery wreathed in an aura of black and red flame. Neither smoke nor heat came of it, no melting of parts or damage of any kind. Sparks flickered between the rings, the hum of the server farms warping in tone. The infection soon spread to the other aisles like a wave, the dark aura fading from their starting point.
"Mhmhmhm, that should do it for now," said BlackRenamon. "Let's see how long it takes them to put two and two together."
...
"++In recent news, according to the Hawaii Center of Volcanology, scientists have concluded an influx of seismic activity on the Big Island is on the rise, with growing concerns of an eruption before New Years++"
"Mom, I'm heading out!" said Keilani, her footsteps pulling Al from breakfast as they drew closer.
October 7th. Monday. Alemana and Renamon sat at the table as the news played on the television in the living room. Through their link, Al knew the vulpine was listening to it even as she looked at today's paper.
"Al," said Keilani, stepping into view. "Have you seen mom? Me and Gammy are going to check out the sky diving service."
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« on: January 16, 2024, 06:28:45 PM »
October 6th, 2030. The sun was shining, the birds were singing, yet on that Sunday morning, in front of Malie's house, Al and Renee came to face to face with perhaps their greatest challenge yet: Sergeant Kalama, Malie's dad.
"You're a good kid, Sonson," said the stocky Hawaiian man, dressed in combat fatigues, hands akimbo as he loomed over Al. "That's what Malie tells me, you know. My little ku'uipo, she sees the good in people. Been that way since she was just a baby bouncing on my knee."
Renee stepped forward. "Mr. Kalama," she began, but the sergeant continued.
"These past five years, you've been nothing but friends to Malie. 'Course, you guys being almost done at highschool, things have a habit of changing..."
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« on: December 26, 2023, 05:30:51 PM »
The stench of iron hung heavy in the air. Beneath the blood red moon, Alemana had watched as the node transformed; structural materials assembling themselves into the shape of a Shinto temple the size of which dwarfed even the mightiest of feudal castles. At some point, his grip on Magatsurimon had slackened, for the vulpine was walking towards the central gate, her steps unbalanced, like a puppet whose strings were rotting away. A miasma of black and red pixelated over her, rising towards the heavens.
"Can't hold on..." she giggled. "Tearing me up inside...!"
Suddenly, the vixen began to spasm, her tails thrashing in every direction. Throwing her head back, she let out a scream, one that pierced through Al's mind as her body blackened into a featureless silhouette.
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« on: October 13, 2023, 02:19:51 PM »
Deep within the Network, in a place neither node nor unlike one, holographic shadows gathered around a cylindrical tank. It, and it alone, was visible within the gloom, as if reflecting the light of a noonday sun. And within the green waters contained therein, Gravimon hung, his body glitching even as black cables hooked into his torso and neck.
"++The reports are in++" said a distorted voice. "++Hotel-Alfa is irreparably damaged++"
"++Half all remaining assets relocated to Oscar-Zero++" said another voice. "++Given the ongoing anomalies on the Big Isle, it makes no sense to jeopardize Hotel-Bravo and Charlie++"
"++The loss of Lonomon's fractal code, even if just a portion of it, means we'll have to expedite operations within the region, especially now that rogue tamers are involved++"
"++It'll take time to gather further intel from the Commandramon unit and Gravimon. Exposure to the Dark Area means checking for malware corruption, made only slower by the level of injury sustained in the line of duty. In the meantime, we'll increase the monitoring of all digital traffic on the Big Isle++"
"++Agreed++"
...
The room was dark, warm. Despite the softness of his sheets, every inch of Alemana's body felt weighed down, unwilling to move for anything. In a daze, he cracked open his heavy-lidded eyes, peeking through to see Renamon face down in her pillow.
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« on: August 04, 2023, 09:10:09 PM »
Dusk settled over Hilo as Alemana drove southwards. Where once the anxiety had been limited to only him and Renee, now, with Malie sitting in the backseats, it was ambient. The longhaired tamer had a smile plastered across her face, never once glancing over at Renee as the shapeshifter watched her, nor the many-eyed shadow underneath Vivi's seat.
"So," said Renee. "We were gone a long time. Is everything good at the clubhouse?"
"Yep," said Malie. "Totally. Ike and Gaz were real busy working on spider milf's data. Didn't wanna risk the distraction by having you guys come upstairs."
Al felt a pressure in the back of his head as Renee's attention fell on him through their psychic link.
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« on: July 14, 2023, 09:27:25 PM »
All was quiet at the Seaside Tofu Shack. After buying food, the group had settled on a nearby table with an umbrella for cover.
"Is it time yet?" asked Malie, long having finished her snack.
"It has been for the past five minutes," said Keilani as she checked her digivice.
("Wouldn't be surprised if this was a power move,") thought Renee. ("What do you think?")
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« on: June 19, 2023, 05:58:15 PM »
A steady pulse. A gentle sound. Warm was the darkness that blanketed everything, yet all the same did Kukuimon stir. The pulse became a hum as the piglet cracked open his eyes, the darkness fading. He could see light, a campfire? The piglet could see no smoke nor smell it in the air.
"Where… am I?" he thought aloud. He felt pressure to one side of him, and realized he was laying on the ground. As he blinked away the sleep from his eyes, he saw the light was shaped like a funnel pointing upward. At times he could make out transparent pixels rise then sink back into the light, guiding his attention towards the summit several feet above him. There, an object hung motionless. An effigy whose features the Digimon couldn't make out, though in the glow, the faintest hints of green painted an otherwise dull grey crystal.
"Who are you?" asked Kukuimon, before the oblivion of sleep overcame him once more.
…
Renamon sat on the bed, her back against the headboard. Arm resting on an upturned knee. Her eyes were downcast as Alemana entered the room.
"I lost control," she said.
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« on: May 29, 2023, 05:15:19 PM »
"++--And nearly into the third hour, police have yet to make a statement here at Lopaka Highschool. What is known is that several students have been hospitalized, with three of them showing similar symptoms to those from Hokulani Highschool earlier this week, whose investigation remains ongoing++"
Alemana watched as footage of Vivi walking out of the school building beside a disguised Renamon, the vulpine-turned-human dressed in a police uniform whose hat covered her eyes.
"Wonder if mom's on site," said Malie. She sat there with Al, Ike, and Pagumon on the sofa, her living room made small by the big, family-sized furniture. Even with the news on, the living room fell quiet.
"Uh, did anyone catch where Kukui went?" asked Pagumon.
"Hm? He's outside," said Malie. "Said he needed some air."
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« on: May 08, 2023, 05:53:24 PM »
Alemana lay, it was warm and dark. His limbs were heavy, yet it was like they were resting on a cloud. Every breath filling his lungs even as he felt a tightness in his loins... then came a rattle of wood.
"What the--Ike?!"
Hearing his mother's voice, Al's eyes snapped open. He could see Jen slapping a hand over her mouth from the doorway of his bedroom. In a moment of déjà vu, Al found sleeping beside him a platinum blond Samoan. It was then that Al realized that, underneath the sheets, his dick was still stuck inside his fellow tamer's ass.
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« on: March 21, 2023, 10:51:58 PM »
7:30, bright and early. That's what Noa told Al after knocking on the teen's door and peeking inside. This time, Al was alone in bed, though he hadn't been the night before. It was always like this come study dates. The vulpine would leave early in case Malie's parents dropped her off at the clubhouse early -- it's happened before. And what a clubhouse it was. The level of work that had gone into building a place for Renamon's cover identity? It was something only Eyesmon and Vivi truly knew. The place itself was an apartment refurbished and paid for by Eyes, little more than a theater set that no one lived in or cared about. With a couple of homey touches and some elbow grease, though, it became the group's clubhouse under the watchful auspices of Mrs. Lune and her daughter Renee. It was also where Renamon kept her collection of clothes -- couldn't have Al's parents finding womenswear in his closet. Too many questions. And on that rainy Thursday, Al didn't even need to knock on the door. The moment he got within a foot of the threshold, it opened up onto a vision. [Alright, describe Ms. Lune  ]
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« on: March 11, 2023, 08:00:26 PM »
April 21st 2041. It was the end of Spring Break in the small city of Castleton. A Sunday with overcast skies with a promise of rain, according to yesterday's news. For all the mundanity of Wade's life up till now, none of it could cushion the impact of waking up to see half of the stuff in his bedroom floating above the floor. Clothes, school supplies, even furniture, he found them unmoored by gravity as he woke up in bed. Only for all of it drop back to earth as he held his breath.
[Alright, describe yourself, what do you look like?]
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« on: March 08, 2023, 07:44:03 PM »
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« on: February 28, 2023, 12:22:43 AM »
Five years... five long... long years. Like a prison cell, the walls of Al's mind tracked each day of each week, month, and year since he and the others returned home from the Digital World. It's how he knew tomorrow would be their fifth anniversary. As he lay there in bed, 17 years of age, his mind grew restless... [Alright, it's 6 AM, September 26th, on a Wednesday. What's Al been doing for the past five years? Feel free to be as detailed or general as you wish. ]
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« on: February 23, 2023, 10:42:33 PM »
"Order! Order! This first chibimon council is now in session~!""That really what we're callin' it? Just what the heck's a chibimon?"Deep within the bushes just outside Hilo's Manaka Intermediate School, there lives a magical place heard only within the annals of legend. Sheltered from the eyes of nonbelievers and poop-slugs. And that place, is Chibitopia. Presiding? The great and powerful Viximon, with her tiny pebble gavel and her wooden stump table, she guides her fellow chibimon in the pursuit of justice for all that is chibi. And so it is, that on this fateful day, she led her comrades in the most dire of missions yet! Deciding on what to do about the bigguns. "Why do I have to sit opposite Pagumon?" whined Tsumemon, the violet-colored hand pointing an accusing finger. "He's just gonna blow raspberries at me all day!""I still got the taste of your butt in my mouth!" jeered the blue ball. "Who face-hugs someone for being right anyway?!""Vixi is NOT cuter than me!"Stuck between two blues and a stump-place, Humumon shrunk like a violet as sparks flew across the table. "Guys," he whimpered. "There's no need to be so mean, now. We're all friends here...!"[Aight, you're taking the role of Viximon here. Knock 'em dead. ]
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