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“Lucemon’s got the world under his watch, digimon call him the hero and innovator of our digital generation. Yeah, sure.”

“They’re the digital world’s sweetheart, while we’ve been on the run for weeks and called criminals! But you know what? I’ve never been on the good side of the government. For the shit he’s put us through, I’ll burn him from the GROUND UP.”

EDIT: (...REALIZATION)

"I just realized you didn't mean like...trainmon car. you mean like...the things in...the human world. I think I've seen them a bit but honestly I think I could take a car or mostly any digimon. In terms of healin' I still stand by it probably depends on the digimon"

“Busy… With something? Like, fightin’ evil or setting things on fire for fun?”

“Sorry I wasn’t ‘round when the whole uhh valentines day thing happened, was too busy with Don and Werner.”

“Busy?”

The Flawizarmon froze in place, the fire on him roaring to life from the fright. He glances over his shoulder with an obviously freaked out look before the flames and his body relaxed.

"Ya know, you gotta be careful sneakin' around and scaring the shit outta me like that! I could of burnt ya. Humans ain't as durable as digimon afterall..."

He chuckled, blue flames coating one of his hands again as he charged up for another attack. He flew down, aiming to strike them with one of his signature moves, but suddenly was met with sand tossed into his face.

He hissed, recoiling as he tried swiping the dirt from his face. This incapacitated him enough to get struck by a few, before shaking his head with a snarl and using his cape-wings to whap a few of them away. He was irritated, more with himself really, but didn’t outwardly express that as he lunged at his foe again; twisting his body around so he could strike him with the base of his tail.

There wasn’t any room for some snark to dish out after that, Chester was lucky enough that worked at all. The only thing from him was a rather determined look with no smug smile to be seen. The wizardmon knew that he had to keep focus as he tried to get away from this...LESS than desired position.

He braced himself for the attack, he had the feeling of the surface data on his hands start to crack slightly from the sheer impact. All he had in his mind right now was “What the hell is this digimon?” and the question of what would it do next? Chester tightened his grip on gulus tail as his hands crackled to life with a hot fire.

That sounds like….well, different than Myotismon. He certainly kept that fear up, and his charm was….not something she often saw. But if he’d gotten his way, Gatomon has no doubt that same description would work for him as well. 

“It sounds complicated. I’m sorry,” the feline says, voice softening. Defecting from Myotismon’s army and latching on to the ‘rebellion’…the heroes. Fighting for good, struggling. 

“We’ll help you as much as we can. We have a few contacts in the Digital world still, but. We can at least look out for that power hungry jerk.”

“yeah...very.” he agreed rubbing at the wireframing on his arm, it stung but he didn’t care at the moment. “Wish it wasn’t so messed up but, no good deed goes unpunished I think I’ve heard some digimon say. Tho’ I’ve always thought that sayin’ was pretty dumb.”

(Came back for a hot minute to check on things aND HELLO HI!!!)

"Ya know! I LOVE charm city, Baltimore has so much to do, even if you're gonna have to mainly go downtown for it. Plenty of amazing restaurants and holes in the wall, museums, the multiple parks, the aquarium, the mall..." The young man was saying all this at a break neck pace as he counted on his fingers.

"I think the only thing, ONLY thing I don't like about Baltimore is the fact that most people don't like me. And by most people I mean the people who are like me, ya know! Tho I don't really like the term of shadow host I guess it's better than like mutant or something dehumanizing. Where was I? Oh! Right...mostly cause this whole code yellow or something going on behind the scenes that has me runnin' all sorts of places and getting into trouble."

"I guess you can say that's one way to get attention! it's not the kind I like tho'!"

"Even if I do like myself some attention."

It was a rainy night in Portland Maine, the streets relatively empty, at least from what it seems. The nightlife is there, it's lurking in the bar you and your friends are having a drink at, it's in the alley way waiting for a poor soul to take a wrong turn, it's under the sewer grating and in the system where if you're not careful...you may be just another missing person on the flyer that's being destroyed by the weather outside.

For this man though, this creature of the nightlife was in a medical students apartment. He didn't want to be here, he'd rather be at home but he needed a fix after all, one that wasn't the usual... it wasn't something that came in a baggy, a needle or any other usual containers...

No, he needed blood.

Blood from a vampire, straight from the wrist to be precise.

"I think that's enough for now, Chester. You're starting to get a little greedy." chuckled the creature before him.

Chester was still in that euphoric haze but coherent enough to respond "Yeah? am I? well it's not my fault for the taste, you know..." "I'm just something that provides it, it's not like I'm the one who made it that way. Besides, it wouldn't be as frequent if you didn't use it up so often.." was the snarky reply.

"Yeah, whatever." he retorted as he tried to wipe the blood off his lips. "but anyways, D, I need to go home." "So soon? You just got here and seeing you reminded me, I think I got a little something for you to do."

Chester sighed "...Should of known."