It was surprising how fast Psychemon could run when he put his mind to it. His legs were short, his tail was throwing off his jumps, and there were a few shards of glass in his hide... But he was running fast enough to evade the literal flying Nazis on his tail. "GET BACK HERE YOU FURRY FREAK!" He ignored the Nazi teen chasing him, focusing more on getting out of Nazi territory then fighting.
Not that fighting would be something he was against, cause he wasn't, he just wanted some information first.
The whizz of something shooting towards him made him leap towards the nearest car to avoid the chunk of stone shot at him, frightening the shit out of the people near said car, who hadn't run off when they saw a two, nearly three foot tall purple lizard dog running away from a flying Nazi girl on a piece of concrete. (It says something that I can unironically think that sentence and be 100% serious.) Psychemon, and when had he started defaulting to that when he thought of himself like that? Was 100% done with the world already, and it hadn't even been an hour since he was born.
That aside, Psychemon jumped off of the car and back onto the sidewalk, pushing his legs to get him away from the flying Nazi girl. He would've fought her if he had spent more time practicing his new form, having two different methods of long range retaliation was all well and good...
If he knew how to use them efficiently that was.
His breath would require him to stay still and aim, something he didn't want to do in the event Rune smacked him with a car, while his projectile had a mental trigger to detonate if it didn't hit something. He knew how to use them both, hell, he HAD used one of them, but without more experience of doing so he'd probably fuck it up by missing or accidentally killing the girl, landing him in far too much shit for his current limits.
So running it was.
Yet, as he ran, he idly wondered how he'd gotten here.
[A few minutes earlier]
Psychemon shot out of the portal like an actor out of an Indiana Jones movie, tumbling through the air for a moment... A moment which made him widen his eyes right before his body slammed into a wall. "Glbbruk." He was aware that was nonsense, he just didn't care.
Slamming into a wall, particularly a steel one, face first, hurt... Shocker. His snout was in pain, hands coming up to cover it, his tail was uncomfortably pinched by his back and the floor, and the explosion of sound coming from all around him was giving him a small headache.
It slipped his mind that his senses would be enhanced, so going from somewhere with little to no ambient sound, to a residential area with a bunch of background was bound to be a little disorientating. Giving himself a concussion, he knew he didn't have one, he was just being dramatic since this was the first time he'd been in physical pain since he woke up, wasn't helping him. "Ughhh." The pain he was in was understandable.
Then the sound of someone cocking a gun rang like thunder in his ears, making him open his eyes and lock onto the source.
Said source being a big blonde guy with blue eyes, an expensive looking suit, and a gun that looked like the younger cousin of a deagle. (Hmm, that doesn't seem good.) The situation seemed worse considering the sheer amount of rage on the blonde man's face. (And that looks even worse.)
This instance of life or death, he was still a soft and fleshy Rookie and would absolutely get hurt by a bullet, caused his Rookie instincts to kick into overdrive. The unimportant stimulus was blocked out, his body thrummed in anticipation to roll/move/attack, while his eyes and ears took in every/anything important...
That was the only reason he noticed the desk, which was behind the guy pointing a gun at him, had a plaque on it.
A plaque with a name on it.
A name he knew.
'Max Anders - CEO of Medhall.'
The connection formed in an instant... And he would forever deny that what he said next had ever happened. "I did Nazi this coming." It took a moment for him to register the fact that yes, he basically admitted to knowing Max Anders was a Nazi... And considering the guy was leading a gang of Nazis, which somehow hadn't been bombed out of existence by someone who didn't give a damn about the rules or just wanted revenge, meant he wasn't slow on the uptake.
Psychemon saw the reactions as they came, The Nazi's eye twitched, jaw tense, hand gripping the gun harder... And the feeling of something vibrating behind him.
His eyes widened, body rolling before he could consciously tell it too. That was the only reason he avoided the spear that suddenly shot out from the wall, aimed right for center mass.
There was no time to think, fight or flight taking over as Psychemon felt an insignificant amount of data, MBS really, shift and gather in his mouth. There was a flicker of purple before he opened his maw and aimed at the man behind the Nazi empire. "Psyche Shot!" Purple fire erupted from his maw, not enough to be considered a proper flamethrower, but enough to be deadly if it hit.
"Shit!" The blonde man hastily jumped to the side to avoid the stream of fire, falling into what looked like a combat roll to Psychemon.
Unfortunately for the Nazi, there was a target that couldn't avoid it.
A target made of flammable material.
Kaiser's desk was set alight as more then a few sparks landed on it, a small burst of smoke coming from it as the laptop he'd probably shot out from exploded.
That was the moment that Psychemon knew that he had to get the hell out of there. So while Kaiser coughed and spluttered and SHOT THE FUCKING GUN, Psychemon was putting his paws to the floor, a burst of speed shooting him forwards as he ran to the only exit he saw...
The glass windows. (Oh Yggdrasil this is gonna suck.) And with that thought had he lowered his head, closed his eyes, and SLAMMED through the glass window.
He could survive a drop...
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Psychemon was not actually sure he could survive a drop from that high.
Idly flicking an eye towards the purple claws on his pelt, Psychemon could make out the few flakes of stone leftover from jabbing them into the side of a building to stave off splattering on the ground. He'd managed it, but it was still something he questioned the physics of.
Then Psychemon saw his way out and threw the thoughts of physics away faster then one could say 'Digimon.'
Slamming his feet against the ground, Psychemon shot towards the dumbass recording him running away from a flying Nazi, eyes and senses locked onto the phone in his hands. He could feel the active network, and despite knowing how risky it would be, he had to get out of Empire territory before he got ganked. He may have had enough data to reach Champion, and he'd already locked in Gururumon so he wouldn't get distracted, but he hadn't fulfilled the requirements for it, and he highly doubted little Rookie Psychemon could take someone like Hookwolf.
So, even if there was a chance of discovery, he had to take the chance and open a port to the net so he could the fuck out of here.
The guy, some tatted up teenager that probably had an IQ in the lower double digit range, wasn't expecting the lizard wolf thing that Psychemon was to suddenly charge him, so he naturally panicked. Said panic involved hurling his phone at the Rookie, which was more then enough for Psychemon to make use of. "Going in!" Pulling on his instincts as a Digimon, Psychemon forced a port to open, the sight looking like a tunnel from the first Cyber Sleuth game, but just in real life.
Psychemon ignored the various 'what the fucks' his actions earned, because random wormholes opening from a phone was not something people saw everyday, and jumped into the port like his life depended on it...
Cause it did.
Thankfully he managed to enter the port, the tunnel winking closed after he passed, marking his safety from the Nazis.
Letting out a steam like breath, Psychemon floated in the Cell Network, letting himself calm down after his experience. Rune herself wasn't an issue, a solid hit from either of his ranged attacks would've been enough to put the kid out, it was just the fact he'd not even been alive for a half hour or so and was already on the Nazi's collective shit list.
He wanted to think about that, he really did, but the sudden feeling of a nearby server distracted him from his thoughts. Latching onto the first thing to distract him, because even though he wanted to think about it, he'd still rather not, Psychemon propelled himself towards it.
Moving in cyberspace was weird, once again reminding him of the Cyber Sleuth games when it came to Networks, but he did like the fact that he was sort of flying. (Can I..?) With a quick mental flip, Psychemon found out that yes, he could in fact do flips and other tricks while going towards the nearby server. (Niiice.) Psychemon would never admit to anyone that he turned parts of his mind off so he could just enjoy slow rolling towards the server...
He would eventually confess under duress to Dragon that he did it alot when the woman managed to catch him doing so once in the future.
After a minute or two of rolling, and thinking 'rolling rolling rolling' in his mind, Psychemon reached the server. Being the easily distracted and curious Digimon that he was, Psychemon eagerly jumped head first into the server. (Not like rushing into things with no information or plan can ever backfire on me or anything.)
He ignored the encounter with the Nazis a few minutes earlier, and would continue to do so if anyone mentioned it.
That was that and this was this...
He'd think about it later, probably before he slept. He got the feeling that was mostly when he ever really thought about things.
All of that aside, the eager Rookie entered the server... And sighed as he took in how boring it looked. He was currently standing in an area that reminded him of one of the 'Forum' areas in Cyber Sleuth, a white circle like platform with a bunch of white cloud like data packets floating around the area. After being born in the Val...
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Psychemon dropped to his belly, a loud groan coming from him as he did. "Son of a bitch." With the benefit of hindsight, which was always 20/20, he could understand that it was obvious that he'd appeared in an E88 server. Granted, there weren't any swastikas or anything similar, but the fuck he'd fucking spawned in a server that reminded him of the Valhalla Server should've given him an idea of where he was.
Another groan left his maw at that, the purple Rookie lightly shaking his head as it did. (No, that's stupid. I was literally just born, I can't pin that on myself.) And that was also right. He wasn't omniscient, a little stupid for going out into world without really taking time to train himself, sure, but he couldn't just guess where he'd been born.
Psychemon took some time to process everything, as well as watch as the data he passively absorbed was used to heal his cuts and scrapes, before eventually huffing and getting up. Now that he not only knew where he was, but had some time to think about what he could/should do, he would be in a good spot to work on his objectives.
With his little foray into the real world, short as it may have been, he was able to figure out some stuff. Wherever he was in the timeline was pre Leviathan, most likely pre Bakuda if the glimpse of the city he'd gotten was anything to go by. He wasn't entirely sure if that was right, but without confirmation about when he was he'd just assume he was somewhere pre canon and hope for the best.
Of course that was the moment a new data packet emerged near him, close enough for him to see that it was a video of him running from Rune and jumping towards the phone... It also had a timestamp... A timestamp for April 3rd: 2011.
That not only confirmed that he was pre canon, but also gave him a week to figure out what he wanted to do.
A week...
A week to figure out how to handle Worm...
A week to get strong enough to survive the sheer amount of bullshit that was Brockton Bay...
Psychemon slammed his head against the floor, another loud groan erupting from his maw. (I'm fucked.) The scramble to reach Champion was going to be insane. He'd had more then enough data to step through the door for that stage, but it was the fact he'd need to eat a metric fuckton of food, as well as beat up some 'enemies, that was getting to him.
The 'enemies' requirement was easy, there were enough druggies for him to just go out and jump for some easy wins.
It was just the issue of food that was his problem. He'd need to figure out how long it'd take for him to devour 50,000 calories worth of food, as well as how to get it all without getting sussed out. His human form was a child, so he couldn't just go to some all you can eat and pig out without someone questioning where the literal child was putting away all the food he was eating...
Unless he didn't do it the legal way... That thought made Psychemon pause, gears spinning as he thought about it. (I'm plugged into the net. I don't need to restrict myself to Brockton Bay, I have time to work outside it before canon comes calling...) Raising his head, Psychemon turned to look over Ryan's Cloud Server. He could feel a few connections to a few other servers, most likely family members, but also a major one, most likely the main servers of the Cloud itself. If he ported into the Main Cloud Server and ported around other phones/places hooked up to the Cloud then he should theoretically be able to hop around the world...
As long as he wasn't caught by Dragon... Which was the Catch of this whole situation. If he made the Main Cloud Server his home/base, which would be easy, he would be able to fulfill his requirements by raiding buffets all over the continent/world... But if Dragon caught onto him then he'd... Psychemon paused, a thought coming to mind as everything stopped. (Do I actually need to be scared of Dragon right now?) While he knew the A.I was watched by the crazy Dragon Slayers, controlled by Cauldron, and had a bunch of restrictions on her...
They shouldn't use her to kill him unless he presented himself as a threat. And as he was right now, he was far from a threat to any of them... And if he kept his origins to himself, pretended to be a Cape... "I can work with that." It was all coming together in his mind.
He'd need to decide what he could and couldn't share, figure out when to introduce himself to The Guild, how to introduce himself to them, then convince them to let him work out of Brockton Bay...
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That sounded alot harder now that he was thinking about it.
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Eh, he'd figure it out.