Disclaimer: Digimon doesn�t belong to me: it belongs to Toei Animation and Akiyoshi Hongo. The Diaries Timeline belongs to the great Lord Archive. Anyway, the only thing that really belongs to me is the plot and characters, so nyak.
� � English
- - Chinese
--------------
Dear Diary,
Being a Chosen is too tiring. Between all these random portals opening, play practice, stu gov, and hmwk, I barely have any time for Di, and Lea, and�yea... Like Winston says, there�s never rest for the weary. Weary meaning us, I think. :P
Sometimes, I really want to know why the digimon picked us as the chosen? Why not somebody else? Seriously, I never wanted to be sent to some random world in computers to save the world. It�s just�too hard. .
At least it�s Fri and we can all relax! No hmwk, no stu gov, no play practice, and hopefully, no portals opening! Maybe I can go to a movie with Daph and the others. Kkz, can�t think of anything else 2 write about.
- A Private Entry From the Live Journal of Isabelle Jia Xing Lu
--------------
�Are you kidding me? Uh uh.� Isabelle rolled onto her back on her bed, long raven hair spilling like a waterfall over the other side. �That�s, like, so untrue. There�s no way Evan would go out with her!� She giggled and sighed into her miniature cellphone. It was really small enough to be ridiculous. �Yeah, I know. I haven�t gone out for such a long time. Like, the play�s almost beginning, and there�s so much homework, and the final exams, and��
At the other end of the room, Floramon hummed to herself as she flipped through one of her partner�s �Seventeen� magazines. Reading through the �Embarassing Moments� section, the plant digimon trimmed the cherry red petals growing around her neck and laughed girlishly. �Izzie, come here and read this! This is just hysterical!�
The girl covered the phone and called out, �I�ll be there in a sec!� Resuming her call, Isabelle replied, �Oh, just my sister. She wanted me to read some article in a mag.� Isabelle picked up a pen and twirled it around in her hand. �Hm? You�re going to the movies with Daphne and ta men ah? Uh huh�� She carefully wrote down on her Powerpuff Girls� notepad, taking caution not to stain her nail polish.
�Come on! It�s so funny!� Her partner called out from the other side of the room, stretching on one of Isabelle�s spare yoga mats with Seventeen in front of her. �Izzie!�
�Hold ON!� The girl shouted out again and returned to her call. �So it�s you, Daph, Kim, Laura, and Erica?� Isabelle smiled brightly and marked down another note. �I�ll be there!
--------------
Jade Diaries � Taiwan Adventures 2003
By Raikun Tabris
Entry 2 � Downtown Disaster
--------------
Like any other, normal, school, the Taipei American Academy was ablaze with shouts and cheers at exactly 3:15 on a Friday afternoon, exactly when all classes ended for everyone who was enrolled there. The only other time the students seemed any happier was when the holidays began.
�Oh, come on! The last portal was on Monday!� The only female chosen of the team whined as the team walked down a stingingly carrot orange spiral staircase. Shouldering her backpack, Isabelle continued her bleating. �Besides. You guys can handle any digimon attacks by yourselves, right? Kabukimon�s not any stronger than Tankmon or Unimon or Yashamon��
�Hey!� The pink backpack around the girl�s back shook violently. Tanemon�s long green stem and a single, glaring brown eye poked through the opening almost instantly. �Just because I listen to you about not killing doesn�t mean I can�t be strong!�
�Good job, fool.� Reaching over casually, Winston shoved the baby digimon back into the bag, zipping it up quickly. He glowered at the girl, who tried her best to look innocent by beaming sheepishly. �You brought Floramon to school and put her in your bag? Are you stupid or something? Someone could have seen her or you or - ow!�
Victor�s volleyball bounced back into his hand and he patted the bespectacled teen on the shoulder. �You should just chill. It�s Friday. No need to be so uptight.� He stretched his neck and grinned insanely as his body issued a series of cracks. �There�s no need to get your�� Winston gave him a look that said �don�t go there�. �� under garments in a bunch.�
�Well�� Folding his arms, Alexander rolled his eyes around as he thought. He shifted his bag from shoulder to shoulder and made some odd �tsk� sounds with his mouth. �� it IS a Friday, so I suppose skipping one meeting wouldn�t do that much harm.� He gave an apologetic half smile to Winston as he hefted his bag to his original shoulder. �To tell you the truth, I wouldn�t mind a break either.�
�Yay! Thanks Alex!� Isabelle chirped happily and vanished within seconds, presumably to meet up with her clique of friends. �I�ll make sure to repay you this favor sometime!� She paused at the bottom of the stairs with her finger on the tip of her lip.
The self - proclaimed genius continued his glaring at their leader. �Ta ma de. You give in too easily to girls. We should be investigating the cause of the portals, not going off on slumber parties and movies.� He muttered darkly, �Who knows when the next portal will open?�
�Just chill, Winston,� Alexander remarked offhandedly, but frowned at his last comment.
--------------
-Bored, bored, bored, bored, bored.-
Witchmon chanted to herself from the rooftop of the Mitsukoshi department building. Even the magnificent view of Taipei�s famed Warner Village didn�t spark any excitement in her. Over a thousand people swarmed the series of three story buildings, lining up to buy tickets, shopping at the nearby stores, or just chilling on a Friday afternoon.
Luna twirled around in mid air lazily, giving off a relaxed meow from the lack of gravity. The witch�s large, red claw stroked the black cat�s stomach and the little feline purred luxuriously. Despite the fact it was an April afternoon, Luna�s saffron eyes glowed disturbingly as she too gazed over the collection of people.
Opening her hand, what looked like a small vortex appeared in the palm and the magical digimon�s sapphire eyes peered into them, searching for something. Slowly, the jade figurine she had stolen a dozen or so days ago floated into view. Witchmon clenched the hand closed and snapped her fingers, instantly calling forth her gnarled, wooden broomstick, the Blue Comet. Crimson coated lips pursed themselves into a malicious smirk.
-It�s too boring here, isn�t it Luna?- The sorceress threw the Blue Comet from one hand to the other playfully as she floated in mid-air, still invisible. -What should I do?-
The witch�s cat had moved toward the floor of the roof and was gazing intently at a lone mouse grossly involved in some garbage. Cloaked by its owner�s magic, Luna pounced upon the unsuspected rodent, claws flashing white.
-That�s a good idea, Luna. And I know the perfect place.- Witchmon giggled madly as the magic from her digicore began channeling toward her broom. Blue Comet slowly emanated beryl light as the magician once more began to recite mystic phrases.
From her place on the ground, Luna gave her master a bloodstained meow.
--------------
At the very same movie village, teenagers from all over the city were congregating for one purpose: movies. The April sun gloated as the stubborn people beneath him refused to go into the air-conditioned houses that were only steps away.
Fanning herself with one hand, Isabelle chatted animatedly with her clique of friends as they waited impatiently in line for their tickets. She shifted her bag, unused to the extra weight in it, and whispered breathlessly, �So like, I heard they said the plot sucks, but Takeshi Kanehiro is soooo hot in it!�
Daphne, a tanned girl with long black hair streaked with gold, giggled at that comment. She turned her head to the side, then, as she came to a conclusion, leaned close to her friend. �Did you bring your digimon with you? Is it in your bag?�
Isabelle rolled her eyes while cooling herself with one of those miniature, hand held electronic fans. While fending off a group of crazed Igamon during the Christmas Invasion, Daphne had caught the entire Taipei team while on a blind date and was one of the few people who actually knew about the digimon. �Floramon isn�t an it, she�s a she. And yeah, she�s in one of her smaller forms, Tanemon.� She pointed a finger at her bright pink backpack.
�Oooh�! Can you take her out?� With puppy dog eyes, Daphne pleaded with her friend to see the �cute plant thingy�. She put her hands together, as if pleading to gods and moved them up and down. �Come on! I just want see her one more time. Bai tuo la!�
�As if that won�t attract attention? Remember last time at the department store?� The chosen girl put her hands on her hips, but giggled nonetheless at the thought of what happened last time when Floramon had asked to go to the department store. �Maybe after the movie. Besides, Winston got all pissy at me for even bringing her to school.� She giggled at a sudden thought. �It�s like he has PMS.�
�Maybe he does, considering he doesn�t seem interested in girls,� her friend suggested, eliciting a giggle from them both.
Inside the backpack, the baby plant digimon pouted and moved around uncomfortably. Being forced into small, enclosed spaces surrounded by sharp edged binders, books, and pens while slowly being microwaved to death wasn�t Tanemon�s idea of fun on a Friday afternoon. She pouted and whispered, �It�s all Winston�s fault.�
Indeed, it had been the resident genius� idea to keep their digimon around them 24/7 at baby stage, in case a portal opened around them while their digimon were away. While she liked her partner and all, the small green monster frowned at the idea of having to stick around Izzie all the time. �I�m not a fighter� this is so unfair.�
--------------
The loud trumpeting cry of a wooly mammoth blared through the air as the strangely cold sector of RAM Island. Several Mammon, a large, vaccine type mammoth digimon, slowly lumbered across the frigid, white lands in search of shelter.
Tonosama Gekomon�s region of the island lay toward the Northern part of the digital equivalent of the tropical island Taiwan. Although the real island rarely snowed, especially during April, the island was held together by great magicks and this somehow twisted the climate.
Bakumon, the devolution of the great Mammon and which looked like small pygmies, shivered from within the enormous herd of mammoths. Floating along like ghosts, they clung to the legs of their mother and fathers. The alpha Mammon trumpeted another blast and the herd followed.
Snow fell from the skies hard, making it difficult for anyone other than hardcore ice digimon to survive there. Several Yukidarumon sat in a circle, around what appeared to be a makeshift igloo. The suspicious silhouette of what looked like an IceDevimon could just barely be seen from a distance.
The white flecks of cold that fell from the sky lightened up and several of the mammoths looked confused. Lightning coursed through a small part of the sky and a gaping hole ripped through the sky. Several of the snowy digimon began running away in fright.
Unfortunately, the slow moving Mammon could only watch with hopelessness as one of them were pulled through the small hole that had been forcefully ripped open. Their leader, a SkullMammon, blared a horn of fury as one of the baby Bakumon flew through the portal, before the opening sealed itself over.
Not a few miles away, the king of the Gekomon and elder of water snored away in his grand home, oblivious of the small omens of the chaos to come. The snow continued to fall as tragedy had gone.
--------------
Bumping and pushing through a crowded Taiwanese market, two of the other chosen, Alex and Winston, attempted to find something in the Guang Hua Electronics Market. Even though many of the wares were fake or counterfeit, who really cared when you could buy it for a third of the original price? The team leader held Patamon like a stuffed toy, while Hagurumon attempted to make himself look like scrap pieces of gears, which wasn�t working too well, considering he was at least twenty times the normal size of gears.
After being shoved for about the twentieth time, Alex muttered to his friend, �Is this really worth getting everything cheap? I don�t like the idea of buying counterfeit stuff.� He �oof�ed again when another brutal consumer rushed by and jabbed him in the stomach. �Plus, my organs are being displaced.�
Winston growled and pointed toward a store a few booths away. �It�s just down there. Either way, you�re not the one buying anything. I am. You know, me? Not you? Me?� Pushing through, he nearly stepped on somebody�s game box, but rushed on without apologizing. �Come on, we�re here.�
�That was rude.� The taller boy glared at his teammate. �You should have apologized.�
�Whatever.� The scrawny teen then made a cough that sounded suspiciously like �boy scout� while handing his friend Hagurumon. Winston turned to the counter. -Uh, is there PS2 memory remains cards sold here?-
�No offense, but you seriously need to work on your pronunciation AND word use.� Alex handed his friend their partners and began bartering with the salesman while the nerdy boy folded his arms huffily and glared at the glass. -Excuse me sir, do you sell PS2 memory cards?-
While his friend wasn�t looking, Winston was muttering curse words in Chinese, a result from having hung out with Victor for too long. �Ma de si. Ji wai. Kao yao. Ba ta gan diao.�
While their partners bickered, the two child stage digimon chatted idly. While keeping very, very still, Patamon questioned, �I wonder why our partners are friends if they argue so much.�
Hagurumon spun around rapidly and earned himself a glare from Winston, then whispered his reply. �It�s a human thing. I know firsthand, since my human does it with all his friends. It�s their way of expressing friendship.�
�Really?� The orange mammal looked confused, then just shrugged. �Humans are so weird.�
�Obviously.� The collection of gears sighed. �Sometimes I wonder how humans managed to get to the top of this food chain thing they talk about in their history classes.�
--------------
�But, I�I love you!�
On the movie screen, Takeshi Kanehiro confessed his love for the love of his life. Several girls moaned and swooned as the screen closed up on the celebrity�s glittering, teary eyes. The female lead collapsed into his embrace and they kissed passionately onscreen.
Isabelle giggled as Daphne and Erica, a small, shy looking girl with short hair, did the same. This is how it�s supposed to be, the girl thought to herself. Not out day and night fighting wild digimon. This is where I belong. The long haired girl took a sip of her diet coke and sighed as the kiss continued on. With her friends around and watching a simple romance movie, she actually felt normal for once.
By her partner�s legs, Tanemon stood very still as she peeked at the movie still half in the bag, munching on some candy her partner had bought for her. Tears streamed down her face as she vaguely put some more M&M�s in her mouth. This is so sad.
Peace was shattered within seconds. The earth began rumbling and the movie stopped projecting, as people began screaming loudly in panic. While not being common, memories of the 921 earthquake of Taiwan still struck terror in the hearts of the populace. Crouching down in terror, the moviegoers waited for the earthquake to stop. It didn�t.
However, Isabelle wasn�t panicking for quite the same reason. The instant the ground began rumbling, she noticed a certain something began beeping; her bright pink D3, which Tanemon was holding out to her with her mouth urgently. Inwardly, Isabelle wailed. Not now! Not here!
She turned to Daphne and whispered, �Cover for me. A digimon�s causing this.�
Her friend nodded and pointed toward one of the less populated exits. Sneaking away, Isabelle headed outside, where the savage Mammon was wreaking havoc.
--------------
Witchmon sat casually on one of the deserted seats of the Warner Village, enjoying the view with her black cat. Before her, the panicking Mammon gave another trumpeting cry of fury and obliterated another building with a stomp of its enormous feet.
-Now this is more like fun. I can�t believe I was able to get a Mammon through my portal!- The witch chuckled spitefully as the ancient digimon continued to search for it�s missing child. -I wonder when the chosen arrive. And how they plan to deal with this.-
Everyone had evacuated Warner Village as the enormous creature continued destroying everything around him. Many of them had retreated to farther away buildings to hide and nobody was around. Needless to say, the sight of a gigantic wooly mammoth was enough to send any normal civilian running for their life.
Luna hissed as the chosen girl passed by, rapidly typing a message into her cell phone as the still devolved Tanemon attempted to keep up on her four legs. Witchmon put her large hand over the feline�s mouth and watched, still invisible.
-This should be amusing. The pacifist against the titan.-
--------------
�Oh, oh, oh�� Isabelle whimpered slightly as she saw the Mammon that was now stomping on cars in the parking lot. Sending the message, she said to her partner, �That�s a Mammon, a perfection digimon.� A troubled look crossed the girl�s face. �Even as Kabukimon, those aren�t good odds. There�s a good chance you�ll get hurt�� Watching her partner get injured was one of the things Isabelle truly couldn�t stand to see. It wasn�t common for her to hold Floramon back just to protect her.
�If I don�t do anything, think of all the people who will be devastated by this!� Tanemon turned toward her partner, her brown eyes serious. �We have to do something.�
Isabelle grimaced and retrieved her bright pink D3 from her bag. She pointed it at the baby digimon as the device flashed with light. �Try not to hurt it too much.�
The baby digimon nodded and bounced on forward. A pillar of radiance enveloped the small plant monster. �Tanemon evolve! Floramon!� Instantly, the digimon was back in her normal form, but this surely wasn�t enough. Drawing from more power from her worrying partner, the child digimon was swathed in bright light again.
�Floramon evolve!�, she called out once more. Traditional Japanese music flowed through the air as streams of bright pink flower petals surrounded the child flower. Robes of white and carnation clothed the tall human like digimon and her hands extended into sharp looking cherry blossoms. Finally, a white mask tipped with flower buds fitted itself upon the growing digimon. �Kabukimon!�
Somehow tip toeing at full speed, the dancer of purity began her assault upon the rampaging wooly mammoth.
--------------
Victor lay face down on his bed, snoring away, although it was only 4:30 in the afternoon. Tests, essays, quizzes, and staying up late for a text based RPG that required much thought gave the volleyball star too much strain with too little sleep. Thus, when Friday came, it was time for a little rest.
Beside him, Kotemon was practicing kendo with his partner�s punching bag as a target, looking disdainfully at Victor�s sleeping form. �I told him not to stay up that late and play games. What a fool of a young one.� He stepped forward and performed the typical kendo exercise of hit and retreat.
All too soon, the sea blue D3 began beeping rapidly and the chosen teen mumbled something into his pillow, his hand moving to shut it up. Kotemon got there first and snatched the D3 up, watching it intently. �It�s somewhere toward the south. I cannot tell with the geography of the city.�
Yawning loudly, Victor sat up and checked his cell phone, which was buzzing from a recent instant message from Isabelle. He rubbed his eyes tiredly and opened it.
-----
From: Jia Xing 0983-234-127
SOS! Mammon at Warner Village! Quick!
-----
�Man, this just gets worse and worse,� Victor mumbled as he picked up his digivice and cell phone, shoving both into his pocket as Kotemon waited at the door. �We�ll have to take the MRT, then, since this is too damn far away.�
�Well hurry UP then!� The child digimon flailed his arms as his partner moved far too sluggishly for his liking. �We won�t get there for the battle in time!�
--------------
Mammon shouted another cry of agony as its panic grew, not being helped by the attacks of deadly dancer. Its attempts to trample Kabukimon failed miserably as Isabelle�s partner nimbly jumped out of the way.
�It�s not working, Kabukimon!� Isabelle called out from the awning of one of the strip malls. �Mammon doesn�t seem to be affected by your attacks or talking!�
�Like I don�t know that already?� The fighter of purity shrieked as she jumped out of the way of the Tundra Breath attack, a freezing blizzard breath of sorts. In her place, nearby trees froze to the core, their leaves smashing into thousands of pieces as they fell to the ground. �Where the heck is Kotemon when I really need him?�
Her attention focused intently on dialing in more phone numbers, the long haired girl pressed the �call� button and waited. The girl screwed up her face in frustration as there was no reply on her phone. �I sent out some messages, but they might not have gotten them!�
�Cherry Blossom Storm!� The slits of Kabukimon�s masks turned dark and hails of razor sharp, cherry pink petals shot from her blossom like hands and enveloped the wooly mammoth - distracting it, but doing little to its thick hide. �Oh great, this is just loads of fun! Just what did I do to deserve bad karma?�
Moving its head fiercely, Mammon caught the dancer upon its tusk and trumpeted triumphantly, while Isabelle cried out. The mammoth turned to slam its prey into the wall and charged.
�Holy Shot!�
�Hyper Cannon!�
Two voices shouted in unison as a burst of white light and a ballistic missile burst from the sky and struck the enormous mammal, causing it to drop the pink kabuki. Firing his machine gun relentlessly, Winston�s Tankmon wheeled in rapidly while Unimon descended from the sky, his mouth wide open and glowing with more shining spheres as his two passengers disembarked. Kabukimon struggled before getting back up into a defensive position.
If she was relieved, Isabelle sure didn�t show it. Instead, the girl glared at her two cohorts. �Why the hell did you take so long! My partner could have been killed!�
Both Alexander and Winston cringed visibly at Isabelle�s wrath. She really put made the Chinese character of �poison� make sense. Her anger, something that rarely was experienced, had not been seen for a while. The smaller, bespectacled boy tried to ignore it with his flippant remarks. �Mammon�s a lot bigger than I imagined.�
The girl�s bright pink backpack soon collided with the back of Winston�s head.
--------------
The witch laughed silently to herself, high up in the sky on her broomstick. From what she could observe, it seemed like the Chosen digimon were only giving Mammon pinpricks and paper cuts with their attacks, not doing any real damage. She giggled as Kabukimon was tossed into the airborne Unimon and both went flying into the wall.
-Not that they could defeat it anyway�-
--------------
�Die, die, die, die, die!�
Tankmon chanted sadistically as he wheeled sideways swiftly, emptying his clips into Mammon�s thick hide. He narrowly avoided another blizzard breath from the ancient digimon and fired a Hyper Cannon point blank into the digimon�s hide. The recoil shoved him back and the cyborg�s anger grew as Mammon seemed unfazed.
�Why the hell would this Mammon be so ticked off?� The unicorn spun in mid air to avoid the ivory tusks. His horn flashed with light and he attempted to spear Mammon into his horn and failed miserably, getting swatted to the ground with a large paw. �Owwwww.�
Glowing with the orange aura of her Lion Dance, Kabukimon speedily jumped high and released another storm of cherry pink blossoms upon Mammon. Although the spirit of the lion took shape around her in a transparent form around her, the plant digimon felt none of the power or courage that was associated with the creatures. She landed and leapt away to avoid a tusk strike. �How would I know? It�s completely freaking berserk, it won�t listen to anything!�
The part of Tankmon that held Hagurumon�s consciousness suddenly clicked into action. Tankmon�s eyes flickered ever so slightly and he wheeled to safety. �That�s it!�
�What�s it?� Unimon asked, sending blast after blast of holy energy at the mammoth while high in the air. �Have you figured it out?�
�Mammon tend to travel in herds, with their children, the Bakumon!� The tank cyborg fired more bullets at Mammon, hoping to knock it unconscious. �It wants to find its herd or child or both!�
Quite suddenly, a figure jumped down from a rooftop, carrying a small luggage. �The cavalry is here!� Yashamon announced proudly, carrying a tiny, amazingly cute pygmy-like Bakumon in his arms. �And a little extra, too.�
--------------
-Digimon World Gate Open!-
Victor�s D3 glowed with light as the program opened upon the computer and Mammon, with its child, returned to the world of computers. Beside him, the demon man Yashamon sulked moodily before glowing and returning to his child stage. �I didn�t get to fight this time. Ouch!�
With delicate flowers for hands, Floramon dealt quite a punch. She glared poisonously at the kendo digimon as Alexander knelt and tended to a few of her bruises and cuts. �Just be quiet. You�re not the one who�s been impaled on a tusk.�
Radiating with the light of evolution, Patamon and Hagurumon chorused their agreement, both nursing several bruises from the aggressive Mammon�s attacks.
Isabelle had her hands folded across her chest and looked perfectly a calm, and eerily serene smile on her face. From a normal standpoint, nothing seemed wrong. To the guys, everything was wrong. Her blue eyes glittered in the sun. Isabelle coughed lightly.
Victor braced himself should she attempt to injure his ability to have children in the future.
�Relax, I�m not going to go ballistic in public,� Isabelle remarked sweetly, a nice, fake smile decorating her face. �I�ll save that for when we�re in private. By the way, I really have to congratulate you for coming so late � you know, if you had just been a few more minutes late, we could have died!�
Wrapping a bandage around his partner�s injured foot, Alexander sighed � something he had been getting used to the more he was around his chosen teammates again. �We don�t have much time, guys. Alright, Izzie, tell us what happened.�
Winston snorted. �She was probably too busy drooling over some retarded movie star.�
He received a swift kick to the shins. �I don�t appreciate insults to Takeshi.� If her eyes were burning, the temperatures measured would be hot enough to make a supernova look like a spark. Her blue eyes glittered dangerously as she continued. �As far as I know, the portal opened during the movie. My D-3 didn�t detect anything else, so I wouldn�t know.�
Flipping through a program he had snagged from a nearby booth, Victor checked the times. �Huh. That means the portal was opened around the same time as Monday and the few times before that.� He rolled the program into a ball and tossed it into a nearby trash can. �Which means these portals aren�t accidental.�
�The times between the portals are still erratic, but they all seem to open around 5 in the afternoon.� Winston rubbed his shin and glared at the long haired girl that had just kicked him. �Kind of convenient that we�re out of school when the portals open, don�t you think? Outside of the occasional midnight portal, it�s like someone�s purposely making us run wild goose chases and shepherding.�
Isabelle turned towards their de facto leader. �What do you think?�
Alexander ran a hand through his hair, taking a deep breath. He really could be doing without this. �I�m not sure. I don�t know. I really don�t.� Burying his face in his hands, he just groaned. �I�m just kind of tired.�
�That settles it.� Putting both hands on her hips, Isabelle�s tone changed considerably. �We�re meeting online, later. Obviously, we�re too tired right now to care about this stuff. So let�s just get away before the media manages to catch �the mysterious savior kids�.�
Wordlessly, the four separated, completely unaware that a certain witch and feline were still watching them.
--------------
Dear Journal,
Things just keep getting worse and worse. I seriously don�t get why these portals are opening up, especially now, what with SARS and play practice going around. It�s started to get too stressful.
Oh well, on the other hand, we managed to get Mammon out of trouble relatively easily. Though some insurance companies will have a field day and Patamon will need some bed rest. Practically half of Warner Village and the adjoining buildings were destroyed today.
We�ve got to draw the line somewhere before this gets out of hand. Before innocent is spilled. That leaves one solution.
We�re going back to RAM Island.
- From the Journal of Alexander Li Ming Tsao
Author�s Notes:
Whoo, long entry. Probably why it took so long to write. Either that or the excessively long projects and essays I�ve been having to write since the end of Jade Diaries Entry 1. Or that I�m just a total slacker. Probably a combination of all three.
Why would Winston speak with broken Chinese if he�s a native Taiwanese person? Well, why do you think they speak perfect English? All four members of the Taipei team are ABCs, American Born Chinese, which means they were raised in the states, but were brought back to Taiwan later on, explaining their different nationalities and slightly American attitudes.
Warner Village and Guang Hua Electronics Market are actual places in Taiwan and the descriptions are somewhat accurate. Just that I moved their locations around slightly for plot purposes.
The 921 Earthquake was a surprise earthquake that occurred roughly 4 years ago, on September 21st, 1999, which killed dozens and left hundreds homeless, due to irresponsible house builders.