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"Whaddaya mean I can't fight solo? Where's m' partner then?" She asked, crossing arms and listening. "Th' hell ya mean everyone refused to fight with me?! Ya can't DQ me just 'cause everyone else's a coward!"

The situation was infuriating to say the very least. She was about to lose a considerable amount of points and standing all because everyone refused to work with the free agent.

That's what she got, she supposed, as annoying as it was.

"Ms. Rea, you may want to simmer down." The cat-like digimon said, standing on the bench to get a better look at the holographic displays showing the ongoing match. "I believe something is happening..."

Sure enough, as the battle in the rocky Colosseum raged on, the miles long landscape shaking from the missiles fired from one of the arena to the other; intercepted by lasers like beautiful pink ribbons cutting through them in great explosions. Large chunks of rock turning to ash as the duos clashed in a no-holds-barred fight.

The humans and digimon alike cheering in the stands watching the grand holographic display of the cyberspace that housed this particular fighting space.

At the very least, the omniversal portal mishap this time around had seemingly put him in a friendly place, for once. Rather, he wasn't shunted directly into a wild firefight before he could catch his bearings. No, instead, Ben found himself in a large shopping mall. Casual chatter all throughout, people going this way and that, and a lovely skylight several stories up.

All in all, a perfectly normal and drab locale to catch his bearings before disaster would, with his luck, strike. Unfortunately soon, given the briefest sight of someone in yellow hazmat-like suit quickly weave into the backrooms of the mall as Ben likely was looking about.

Something that might have been forgiven if it weren't for the high-tech equipment he had, and what could have been clocked as likely a gun of some sort.

Eggman had a nasty habit of leaving bases unattended, even if they still held some half-finished invention. Sometimes even operational ones, at that. It was another request for a mission and, wanting nothing more than to burn everything that man had crafted to the ground, Whisper had happily snatched it up for herself to get the job done.

They'd complained about her going solo considering the other Diamond Cutters being preoccupied, but she simply waved them aside with reminding them of her Wisps. Still, she was saddled with a couple rookies.

...Who she told to wait outside and be the spotters, the gullible brats.

It felt vaguely familiar, in that eerie sense, and it wasn't lost on Whisper. Fresh-faced scouts waiting for her outside as she ventured into an Eggbase on information too good to pass up. Though she was determined to ensure that nightmare wouldn't happen twice.

Whisper had been perfect in her journey through the base. Sticking to the shadows, weaving through the ducts, and even avoiding the odd still activated Badnik or two. All the way up to the testing theater, where she gazed down at the device in question. A simple ring, from the looks of it, but looks could be deceiving. She stuck a usb into the computer's port, watching the programs Tails had written up get to work on cracking the system.

If things went to plan, she'd be out of here in no time--

Ah. Why did she just think that?

A crackle of energy came from the ring, which rattled in it's mechanism, before it flashed green and expanded into a vacuum that tore the reinforced metal clean off in front of her. Glowing pink claws of her prosthetic dug into the floor beneath her to try and keep from getting sucked into the sudden portal, having to dodge the debris getting sucked in as well.

Unfortunately, she couldn't dodge a good chunk of the wall opposite that slammed into her and sent her tumbling to the room below. Spike swapped to Cube, the blue energy creating a small wall she could slam into as the suction made her wince.

It seemed to stop for a moment, until the burst of energy exploded instead of imploded and sent her clean into the wall.

All of this to say, the room was in disarray.. and an alarm sounded as emergency systems kicked in, Badniks en route in an instant as sections of the wall even slid open to reveal hulking robots and flying siblings alike.

Fuck it. She just had to get the Ring and get out of here.

Nngghh...curse those dreaded birds. Why did they have to fly so high? And send his Voot Cruiser on the fritz? It was not a pleasant experience being ejected from said ship and falling from such a height! Worse yet, his face landed upon something...greasy. Some type of food no doubt about it. If he wasn't in so much pain right now, he surely would've gagged.

The footprints they followed were deep and spaced far apart. Three sharp, clawed toes were pointed forwards, with nothing to the side nor the back. Across the middle of the tracks were little holes dotted here and there, so small as to be barely noticeable, dug deep into the ground with fumes rising forth as if eaten away by acid. There were trees lying scattered along the tracks, snapped in half as if they had been mere toothpicks. It all culminated in a single spot, tooth scrapes carved into solid stone with railspike-like fangs either stuck inside the scrapes themselves or scattered everywhere across the dirt and rock.

Rubina had seen such tracks before. A Deviljho was here. Not exactly common to the Verdant Hills, yet not necessarily unheard of...

Rex held his head low, sniffing the spot where the brute wyvern had dug its teeth into the ground. He pulled away and snarled, despising the pungency. Huge and powerful he may be, yet a Deviljho was his physical equal and then some. Embers and flickering flames rose from his jaws, and he raked his venomous talons across the ground.

Rubina rubbed his nose to ease his nerves, and she tightened her grip around her Great Sword's hilt to ease her own. Deviljho are no major issue when tamed, aside from their massive appetites, yet wild individuals are bad news no matter how one sliced it. A single one of these brute wyverns was capable of causing immense ecological upheaval, devouring every living creature around and chasing away the rest. 'Localised extinction' was the term, Rubina thought. She knew the Deviljho they were tracking had to be taken down one way or another, at least before the Verdant Hills become utterly devoid of faunal life.

And definitely before anyone was hurt, or worse...

She stopped right as Rex did, his growls intensifying. Then Rubina heard it as well; the distant thundering foot falls and the brute wyvern's deafening bellow in the distance. The hunt was on.

"Let's go, Rex."

It, unfortunately, wasn't very hard to figure out who the 'lookalike' was that was being a menace around Bellworld. Unless it was people with those ID Masks again (why haven't we developed stuff to see past those yet?) to give Ben more bad rep.

Whether it was for better or worse, it wasn't hard to see the red jacket and white hair in the distance as Ben approached a Mister Smoothy, said mastermind surprisingly casually sitting at an empty table sipping on one. Giving it a slightly bemused glance as he shook the cup before inevitably taking another sip nonetheless.

"Doesn't taste right." He surmised, popping the top open to give it a glance inside like that would help. "Strange, nothing's changed about it, to my knowledge..."

"So that's One, Two, Three volunteers from the peanut gallery I see?"

"what's that? it's hideous."

shrek prompts || accepting

" Leftover spaghetti. "

Danny couldn't disagree. The writhing mass of neon pink tentacles in the Tupperware was pretty much horrific to look at. The sounds it was making weren't very pleasing to the ear either. He had it out on the counter so he could toss it in the Ghost Portal while his parents were distracted with their latest visitors.

" Don't open the box, it will attack us... and probably stain all our clothes with ectoplasm and spaghetti sauce. "