3. Legality

Formative weeks of being surrounded by battles and memories of long past battle experience all contribute to Patamon's very simple and obvious first thought: we're under attack.

He then dismisses this thought, not because it's wrong, but because it doesn't make sense. The world hasn't even been alive for a week. Even babies take time to evolve enough to be remote threats.

Still, whatever it is, it's not far. So he's going to investigate. Patamon takes off to do so, leaving Plotmon squeaking after him. He hopes she thinks to get the others since he's sure not doing it!

When he reaches the source of the fading light, Patamon pauses to duck behind a tree. Humans. Or what looked like them. Patamon's nose had been nothing on Lopmon's in any way, but he did know when things weren't how they looked, and these two sure smelled like it. They smelled somewhere in the middle, and that sure wasn't normal.

The first offered a hand to the second, smaller one, who took it after a couple wavering moments. Her hand fumbles but she catches hold and lets him drag her up. "How bad was it, Coach?" they -she- asks, head turning loosely from side to side.

"For using freshly reset coordinates off of Folder?" The older boy grunts. He has such fluffy orange hair. Patamon has never seen such a color on a human before… then again, he has only met six in his life. "Coulda been worse. Feel like barfing?"

"Yeah, on your shoes." The girl sways and swats the boy on the arm after a signle right steps. "Fine. You're a genius. We know."

He returns fire by driving a fist into snow-white hair. "Yes, I am. The best of the best. Whatever. Most of that was Raigo anyway." He lifts what looks like a box. Patamon squints in the dark, but Plotmon lets out a sharp breath of air.

"D-Scanners," she says. Lopmon flops down on her right then and they nearly buckle at the weight. Patamon rushes to steady them, ears wide to catch sound of his papamom and Neemon. What if these people were dangerous? They had just teleported into the clearing, something even the Legendary Spirits struggled to do. There wasn't any residue or anything either. Even they, as Great Angels, did not employ the method often. It was a waste of energy for anything but the greatest of emergencies.

So if they could do that without being winded… what else could they do?

"There are beeps over by that tree." the girl said suddenly, head cocking in their direction. The digimon froze.

Apparently they could also sense things that were trying to be quiet. That hadn't worked out.

The older boy lets out a snort. "You said beeps."

"Baby Digimon, whatever." The girl makes a face. "Seriously, you make cow eyes at my sister and I'm the one saying dumb shit?"

"I do not!"

"Uh-huh." She moves towards them, and the three digimon makes to scramble away, but she was somehow already in front of them. "Allo," she says. "Yer a bunch of little holy derps, huh?"

Patamon's meager strength gives way and the three of them topple over, right onto the approaching Bokomon and Neemon.

So much for grand, holy spirits, Plotmon thinks to herself.

Unfortunately, that helpless state left them very open to capture and none of them had the energy or attacks to prevent being scooped up into too-thin arms and carried to a brilliant bright light. The second Plotmon makes to resist, darkness covers their eyes and drags them down.