Entry 5: The Next Adult Evolution
Disclaimer: I do not own digimon. TOEI Animation and Akiyoshi Hongo do however. Archive owns the Diaries Universe. THE CHARACTERS ARE MINE! DO NOT USE THEM WITHOUT MY PERMISSION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Dear Diary,
I'm sorry I haven't been writing in you lately, but three recent adventures I've been in have made it hard to continuously update you. I am now part of an organization known as the Digidestined. I have a partner from another planet, and from the stories I've read about, it is a great honor to be chosen.
However, my team mates do concern me. Some seem to use the world as an escape from our reality, and others view this as a game. I am greatly concerned that if this attitude isn't changed, we could have fatalities on our hands. And too many Digidestined have died already.
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Halena smiled as she darted into the computer room in her school. She was getting out of the most boring lecture ever. And her dad wouldn't care if she was absent, so she wouldn't get in trouble. As a Digidestined, she found it their responsibility to ensure the protection of the inhabitants in their area, so she'd arranged to help rebuild the village in the resting period of the Balctic Sea.
She held out her Aqua D-3. "Digi-Port Open!"
Within a few minutes, she was in the area of the Digital World that the wrecked village was in. She looked around for Karl and Adelina, the two who were supposed to show up. Suddenly she realized that she was standing right where they'd materialize, and quickly moved out of the way, and Karl, Adelina and four digimon fell through.
"It's about time!" Halena chirped. "Come on, if it floods before we fix part of the village, all the Digimon will die."
"I hate that kind," Karl muttered.
"Dead digimon?" Halena inquired.
"No. The people who think virtue is its own reward. Insanity, that's their problem." Karl groaned.
Halena glared angrily. "Look, Karl Wantulok. I am not insane. Sure if I told anyone else about this place, they might think I was. But I'm NOT. Now, are you going to give me shit, or are you going to help me?"
Karl looked at Halena in surprise.
"Remember Karl, both virtue and lack thereof are both their own rewards. Now, come on, we can't do anything but miss school. If we don't arrive home on time, we're going to have problems." Halena walked on triumphantly, while Karl scowled behind her.
"One of these days," he muttered to Patamon, "we're going to get her."
Patamon nodded. "And look at the way Piyomon hangs around her. She has two digimon, not one!"
Karl and Adelina nodded, and darted after Halena, who began leading them towards the village. As the meandered through the trees, they encountered many digimon, all of whom joined the kids as they walked towards the village.
Karl groaned. "With this many digimon, it's more like a city."
Adelina nodded.
The forest fell away as the children approached the very area where the trouble arose. They could see just how damaged the village was. Most of the buildings that had survived was in fragments, and not a single pole that protected the buildings remained intact.
"This could take awhile," Karl said.
"Well, we don't have to rebuild the whole thing silly, just enough so that the digimon can have a comfortable place to sleep."
"And there's a couple hundred digimon here Halena. That'll take more than a week, let alone hours."
"Well I think we ought to try. Come on Plotmon, evolve!"
"Digimental up!" Karl and Adelina shouted together.
"Plotmon evolve!"
The dog digimon burst into light and began to morph into a humanoid form.
"D'Arcmon!" D'arcmon's golden wings shimmered slightly as D'arcmon straightened her dress and grabbed her on of her swords. Her red veil was decorated slightly with a spherical gem decorated with two white wings placed dead center. At several locations around her body there was some golden armor, including one that gave a her head a bird like appearance.
"Patamon armor-evolve!"
"The nocturne of knowledge, Mothmon!" Mothmon was a yellow insect, with green gloves on four of his arms, two green feathers sticking out of his head, brown wings marked with the Crest of Knowledge. Yet oddest of all was the gatling gun, whose base made up the front of Mothmon's abdomen.
"Hawkmon armor-evolve!"
"Speeding on the blades of friendship, Rinkmon!" The white digimon, with blue armor and a golden lightning each sticking out of her blue gloves, appeared before the children's eyes.
The three digimon stood there for a few minutes, while Halena issued out instructions. "Karl, Mothmon, you two will deliver building materials to other floors. Adelina, Rinkmon you two will cut down some trees for supplies, and D'Arcmon and I will help build the stuff."
"Whatever." Karl looked around. "So, we have to build an excessive amount of stuff before it floods. Joy."
"Karl, SHUT UP!" Halena and Adelina screamed together.
"Fine." Karl said. "Something tells me there's trouble."
"AUUGHH! Poop-throwing sludge!"
"Would the trouble be Michel?" Halena asked serenely.
And indeed it was. Michel came running out of the forest, screaming and babbling. His clothes were ruined by pinkish sludge. V-mon was right behind him. "Was this your idea of a practical joke?" He demanded.
"We wanted to make sure that no one could disturb us. Especially useless bastards like you." Adelina said this so matter-of-factly, that even Michel was convinced he was a useless bastard.
"And we wanted helpers whose digimon could evolve!" Karl added.
"Well," said Michel. "Maybe my helping might allow V-mon to evolve. If Szymon and I don't help you guys, our digimon won't ever evolve."
Karl nodded. That was nothing he hadn't told Halena, but she wouldn't listen. She never did.
Michel looked around. "What are you doing? I could help."
"We're rebuilding a village," Halena said. "And fine, you can help."
Michel smiled happily, and began looking around. "What should I do?" he asked, staring around at the many poles and boards.
"I guess you could try organizing the lot," Halena commanded. "Now get to work!"
Michel and V-mon dashed off to do that, while Adelina cut down more trees for real supplies. They worked the extent of several long hours, but no one complained.
"There!" said Halena, "I think that's all we need to do for today."
"Hallelujah," Michel whispered. "This is exhausting," he added in a louder voice.
Karl turned and looked at the beach for the first time. "Eww... What's wrong with it?"
"Whatever happened to the Digi-Balctic Sea began here," a Bokomon answered. "However, we were too afraid to leave, and have never gotten around to it."
"Oh."
The black water began to pulsate slightly, ripples were appearing on the surface. "Is that what it looks like when it's gonna flood?" Halena shouted over the waves that were appearing.
"Oddly enough, no."
"Then what's going on?" Adelina demanded.
"I'm not quite sure. It looks like digimon might be showing up soon."
The Bokomon was right, within minutes, a few metallic heads, with many more coming, appeared above the water. They looked like dolphins, but they were clearly modified.
"How are we supposed to beat those things?" Rinkmon demanded, taking a few steps back.
"I'm not sure," D'arcmon answered. "I don't think any of our attacks are truly good against metal heads.
"We're going to have to try," Mothmon pointed out, swooping down at the enemy.
"They appear to be an altered form of Rukamon, but I don't know how they were altered," Bokomon said.
"SHAKING PULSE!" a hundred voices cried together, all looking right at Mothmon, and a hundred energy rings knocked him away from the sea, and back towards the land.
"Not good!" Karl exclaimed.
"La Pucelle!" D'Arcmon screamed, descending quickly upon the bunch. Her sword sliced through the metal, and destroyed a few Rukamon. Yet despite her speed and manuverability, she still fell back as well, reverting into Plotmon.
Rinkmon stared at the group, but unfortunately, he wasn't exactly a swimmer or flier, and thus merely stood by the coast, waiting for anything that got close enough.
"We've got to do something!" Halena shouted, running to her partner. "Can you evolve?"
"No," said Plotmon sadly.
Halena screamed quite suddenly, as she realized Rinkmon was no longer guarding the coast, but was lying in the sand as Hawkmon. She turned to the monsters, but they weren't interested in her, they were interested in Michel.
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"Well mistress, our tests are almost complete. We have determined that the four digimon that can evolve do not know teamwork, and that two are dead useless. We are about to eliminate one of them."
"Excellent," muttered Mistress. "However, I am concerned, what if his digimon can evolve?"
"The odds of a form showing up that can counter the attack is highly slim."
"Alright then."
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Michel stared at the Rukamon with fear. "SHAKING PULSE!" they shouted angrily. Michel shut his eyes, as there was no escape from all those beams. Suddenly, his D-3 erupted in light.
"V-mon evolve!"
"Ogremon!"
Ogremon looked up at the flying beams. "Supreme King Fist!" he shouted, his hand releasing an energy beam that removed the rings that would actually hit Michel. Michel stood there, gasping for breath.
Ogremon dashed to the coastline, hoping to get as close as possible for the kill. "SUPREME KING FIST!" he screamed at the top of his lungs. Several Rukamon fell back.
The one of the group in the center began to descend, saying briefly, "Mission objective failed. Reporting to Ops."
The Bokomon glared. "Well that settles- Bokomon evolve!"
"Boarmon!"
The digimon stood proudly. One thing was clear, as the Digidestined listened to the cheers. This digimon was the leader of the village.
"Ohmygosh!" Halena screamed. "We have to go home, now!"
The four children, either carrying or running with their partners, dashed to the TV Screen, just so they could get home.
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Author's Notes: Yahoo! Finished with yet another chapter from hell. Writer's block has surrounded me, but I'm still making do.
Okay, here's what's happening next:
Terror
Szymon is the only kid without a partner, and when he finds himself alone without anyway back to Earth, he'd better correct that!