Symbare-Angoramon

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Joseph and Symbare of course ;3

Incorrect Quotes | accepting!

Gladion shook his hand. Renamon watched him carefully and soon offer his own paw. Silvally and Voodoo looked hard at Symbare. Renamon nodded. “I can trust Gladion not to harm any Digimon, or Pokemon.”

“Aether Foundation is a rehabilitation center for Pokemon. I’ve put a lot of work into all of this and with the help of Shadow, Silvally, and Voodoo this place is a marvel of technology.” He pointed to each Type: Full as he said their names so Symbare would know who is who.

symbarabbit:

Ironically, Symbare’s hand resembled Gladion’s more than it did Renamon’s, but he shook both nonetheless whilst trying to ignore the two Type:Full units gazing at him in an uncomfortable way.

“That’s good to hear.” His smile grew a bit more relaxed, more sincere. Each of the people Gladion pointed at would get a polite nod from him, acknowledging them while he committed their names to memory. “I’m not... terribly familiar with Pokémon yet, but am I right to assume that’s what they are?”

Down the hall a blond hair boy stepped from a room, flanked by two Type: Fulls. Voodoo and Silvally. Renamon stopped and nodded towards him. “This is Gladion Aether, my trainer, and the own of this place.”

“Well, my sister’s name is on it all and I do all the background work.” He approached giving an easy smile. “The last digimon we met tried to…harm us. Him and Shadow are in a constant war.”

“I’m a better shot than him.”

Gladion ignored the Gryphon and offered his hand. “I welcome you, a friendly face is always welcomed.” 

symbarabbit:

Those two large creatures were a sight to behold; their cybernetic components made them seem like Digimon, but again, none that Symbare recognized -- so he figured they must be something else, like Shadow.

“I’ll admit I can’t make any promises until I know I can trust you,” he admitted, deciding to just be honest and hope these people were reasonable enough to understand his logic, “but I don’t plan on hurting any of you. I only came here to investigate when I sensed Digimon activity.”

“Bad news first!” Joseph said as he looked around, and used the lights around him to spark out angry electrical energy to shoot at the Digimon that was giving them trouble.

It was a tall and bulky looking demon like digimon with black wings, an oddly shaped left claw that looked like it could grab Joseph’s head and Symbare’s in one grab and squeeze them both in a very crushing hold, and the other was smaller but looked good for slicing.

“I may as well hear it while we’re fighting mister Beelzebub.” Joseph grunted as the large bat like digimon said something about wanting to defeat them but he didn’t pay it no damn mind and shot at the thing with his pistol, and it ducked, but Joseph scored a hit on one of the horns, cracking it and breaking it off, making it slowly glitter into pixelated light as it fell away, which only made the demon more angry.

“I think I made him angry!” Joseph warned his partner.

symbarabbit:

Crouching behind a different cover near the barrier Joseph hid behind, Symbare used gusts of wind to keep their foe at bay while he tried to explain their situation. The Daemon struck an intimidating profile, and something told his senses they were heavily outmatched.

“The bad news is,” he whispered so only his strange ally could hear, “you’re much more vulnerable to Digimon attacks here.” The difference wasn’t much in his case, but any non-Digimon matter that managed to make its way here would be much more easily affected by their actions and attacks -- if past experience was anything to go by, anyway.

Joseph didn’t ask, but he figured he should tell him the rest as well now that he still could.

Upon realizing she’s been noticed, the Meicrackmon gives the stranger an annoyed look and mouths a hiss of warning at him before slowly backing off from the precipice of the rooftop and looking as though she’s about to bolt off.

Not a direct act of aggression, but more so a paranoid display of “stay back” and “mind your business.” Someone wasn’t wanting to deal with others right now, to say the least.

symbarabbit:

Most of her body language is hard for him to pick up on thanks to the distance and the sun shining in his eyes, but the glimmer of teeth and the sound of a hiss tell Symbare enough. Not a sign of aggression per se, just her being defensive -- a reaction he can understand.

Gammamon knew what it was like to meet some... unsavory folks around town. Not everyone was as kindhearted as he would personally like.

"Yeah!! I'd say long!!" His perception of time is basically non existent... there was day, and there was night. That's all he needed to know. "There's a lot of stuff! Maybe... Maybe I can answer questions??"

symbarabbit:

The fact that this Gammamon was standing in front of him, safe and sound as far as he could tell, gave Cashmere some hope. Maybe some parts of town were safe after all.

"I appreciate the offer!" He hummed. "What would you like me to ask about? Is there anything you've been looking into?"

“Well, unfortunately most people aren’t supposed to know digimon exist. Not because you’re a danger to them, but because humans are a danger to you. But as long as no serious incidents have occurred no reason to do anything.” No reports of mischief had been made, and no injury related to digimon was in the area so there really was no reason to do anything.

So he would simply sit down and began to sketch the other with a smile. “Never seen a digimon like you before though. Mind telling me your name, level, and what region of the digital world you’re from?”

symbarabbit:

A simple, “Oh,” was all Symbare thought to say at first, his face now sporting a contemplative look. Amusement soon crept into his expression as something must have crossed his mind.

“Most of them seemed to think I was either a rare Pokémon or a human in a costume,” he clarified. “I like to think I’ve learned how to avoid trouble.”

Even though he couldn’t see the sketch, he could tell from the look in Ken’s eyes that he had become the subject of it. Subconsciously adjusting his stance to give a better view, he thought for a moment before answering.

Ken had been in the forest sketching wild Pokémon when he noticed something. At first he thought it was a Lopunny, but quickly realized it wasn't. So, with his partner out, he would approach the digimon. "Hey there! Hate to bother you, but you haven't been around any human towns have you?"

symbarabbit:

Choosing to cut through the forest had been a worthwhile decision, as Symbare found himself enjoying the sounds of nature and watching the harmless wild Pokémon going about their day. That was, until the voice of a human disturbed his peaceful walk.

He didn’t feel the need to get angry about it, though.