Don't own Digimon I'm an teenaged American so I never really had the
chance...
Chapter two.
Ah the real world, I've been gone almost three days now. Since the time flow matched up I've had to come home often to keep Dad from worrying, not that he really would. I'm pretty sure that if I didn't come home for a month or two he wouldn't even know I was gone till I came back.
We don't talk much sense mom died, not that we ever did. We love each other but two guys in a house by themselves really don't have much to talk about. His work is way over my head and I'm not all that into golf. Besides we are both introverted by nature and find it easier not to talk. My sister, Catherine, is in Colorado working on a horse ranch out there.
I hate long car trips but it looks like I'm going to have to take one vary soon, tell dad I'm going out there to see her and stop off at Willis' to try and recruit him. It should be easiest with him seeing that he is the only destined out there. I just hope his digimon remember me or it's going to take a lot of explaining. Serpentmon doesn't really inspire all that much in the way of trust with other digimon for some reason.
His crest might be helping me out though, I mean my big sis is only about a three hour ride from were he is. I hope it is, having destiny on my side will make getting the others a little easier, I hope. I really don't like planes and to make matters worse I don't know a word of Japanese, yes that's the real reason I'm going after Willis first, Guess Michael and Mimi should be my next targets, why couldn't he have just stayed in NY, hell I'm in DC is not that far away for me.
Getting on-line I check out Izzy's "chosen" web sight. They seem to call themselves that in Japan, odd. Nothing new but Willis and Izzy are on. Seeing this as stroke of good luck I join them in the chat room. I know they have to be at lest a little surprised with my intrusion as I almost never join in conversation with out being at lest asked now a days.
They know I'm a partner, and that I live near DC, I still find it funny that I'm like the only Washington based one of us, why are we all up in NYC? I don't get it. Anyway they know I'm a partner but they don't know just how involved I am. I started the conversations in the beginning but once Izzy got this page up they've had to come to me first, hay I did say I'm introverted didn't I?
So they were talking about the D3's, the new type of digivice that the 3rd wave of kids had received from the powers that be or what ever the heck runs the digital world. It seems that Izzy, the resident genius of the 2nd group, had found a way to build them for everybody and was asking Willis if he had or could think of some upgrades or anything before he started giving them out to his group and their friends, well thoughts that still had their Digimon at any rate.
Now the D3 is a fine and wonderful thing, but I had made a better version soon after I saw the things. Well not really a better version all mine could do over theirs was send messages, I intercepted almost all of the e- mail's they sent each other using their "egg carriers" or what ever the heck thoughts things are called, a D something or other. I took the idea and put it into a verbal typing program; I can't spell worth crap, besides I figured it would be easier to just yell into your D3 then having to type while running away from something. I never had the chance to use the program besides as a spy but I decided to tell Izzy about the idea anyway, in my excitement I even sent him the code, had I been thinking instead of worrying about how I was going to do what I had to do I would have had the presence of mind to ask what a D3 was first.
It took me a moment to realize that they had not responded for over a minute, now for most people it would be normal to take that much time to look at a code and see if it will work, so by the time I remembered this was Izzy I was talking about the silence had been going on way too long and it was way too late for me to do anything to lessen the damage. And so it started, the beginning of the next wave of the digital wars, the beginning of the end of our paths, the beginning of the end for our time as solders.
Chapter two.
Ah the real world, I've been gone almost three days now. Since the time flow matched up I've had to come home often to keep Dad from worrying, not that he really would. I'm pretty sure that if I didn't come home for a month or two he wouldn't even know I was gone till I came back.
We don't talk much sense mom died, not that we ever did. We love each other but two guys in a house by themselves really don't have much to talk about. His work is way over my head and I'm not all that into golf. Besides we are both introverted by nature and find it easier not to talk. My sister, Catherine, is in Colorado working on a horse ranch out there.
I hate long car trips but it looks like I'm going to have to take one vary soon, tell dad I'm going out there to see her and stop off at Willis' to try and recruit him. It should be easiest with him seeing that he is the only destined out there. I just hope his digimon remember me or it's going to take a lot of explaining. Serpentmon doesn't really inspire all that much in the way of trust with other digimon for some reason.
His crest might be helping me out though, I mean my big sis is only about a three hour ride from were he is. I hope it is, having destiny on my side will make getting the others a little easier, I hope. I really don't like planes and to make matters worse I don't know a word of Japanese, yes that's the real reason I'm going after Willis first, Guess Michael and Mimi should be my next targets, why couldn't he have just stayed in NY, hell I'm in DC is not that far away for me.
Getting on-line I check out Izzy's "chosen" web sight. They seem to call themselves that in Japan, odd. Nothing new but Willis and Izzy are on. Seeing this as stroke of good luck I join them in the chat room. I know they have to be at lest a little surprised with my intrusion as I almost never join in conversation with out being at lest asked now a days.
They know I'm a partner, and that I live near DC, I still find it funny that I'm like the only Washington based one of us, why are we all up in NYC? I don't get it. Anyway they know I'm a partner but they don't know just how involved I am. I started the conversations in the beginning but once Izzy got this page up they've had to come to me first, hay I did say I'm introverted didn't I?
So they were talking about the D3's, the new type of digivice that the 3rd wave of kids had received from the powers that be or what ever the heck runs the digital world. It seems that Izzy, the resident genius of the 2nd group, had found a way to build them for everybody and was asking Willis if he had or could think of some upgrades or anything before he started giving them out to his group and their friends, well thoughts that still had their Digimon at any rate.
Now the D3 is a fine and wonderful thing, but I had made a better version soon after I saw the things. Well not really a better version all mine could do over theirs was send messages, I intercepted almost all of the e- mail's they sent each other using their "egg carriers" or what ever the heck thoughts things are called, a D something or other. I took the idea and put it into a verbal typing program; I can't spell worth crap, besides I figured it would be easier to just yell into your D3 then having to type while running away from something. I never had the chance to use the program besides as a spy but I decided to tell Izzy about the idea anyway, in my excitement I even sent him the code, had I been thinking instead of worrying about how I was going to do what I had to do I would have had the presence of mind to ask what a D3 was first.
It took me a moment to realize that they had not responded for over a minute, now for most people it would be normal to take that much time to look at a code and see if it will work, so by the time I remembered this was Izzy I was talking about the silence had been going on way too long and it was way too late for me to do anything to lessen the damage. And so it started, the beginning of the next wave of the digital wars, the beginning of the end of our paths, the beginning of the end for our time as solders.