Chapter Two:
In which the Digimon partners are properly introduced, Kastom makes a funny and a conflict arises
Every Area of the Digiworld Adam had created drew information from existing websites. Forum Town, for example, thrived off the data of a once heavily frequented message board, active enough for one to count on at least 30 replies an hour on any given section. Popularity is a fickle thing, however, and the sight that greeted the quintet of testers was a shadow of its source's former glory.
“Jeez,” commented Shin, “talk about falling on hard times.”
The streets were practically empty, other than stray litter and some fliers drifting in the wind. Gome grabbed one and glanced at the front. “Oh my- ugh, this is exactly why I hate spambots,” she said, disgusted, as she released it back into the breeze.
“Hey guys, over here!” called Red from further down the street, “I think I found someplace that's actually occupied!”
The humans and their partners approached Red's discovery, a tavern of sorts appropriately called The Tavern. “Nice find, Red,” said Shin, “If various Detective Noir movies have taught me anything, this place is a prime info-gathering spot.”
“With that little gem, I decided we should head on in. I nodded towards the door and we all entered the place. It was a funny little dive, not quite shady, but it I could see it needed some work done. We all found a table and I figured we could take a little time to chew the dirt about our situation. I looked around at my partners. We were a motley crew, and-”
“Okay seriously,” interrupted Red, “What's with the narration?”
Shin, clearly trying not to crack up, silently indicated the little blue imp perched on his head. “This Red fella was curious,” continued DemiVeemon, “maybe a little too curious....”
“Alright, little guy,” chuckled Shin, “we get the picture.” He lifted his partner off of its perch and set it on the table. “Y'know, maybe now's a good time to get to know these fellas. We are going to be working a lot with them, after all.”
The others agreed with this, and soon each Digimon was sitting on the table in front of their respective human partners.
“Let's see,” began Kastom, “Mine is Koromon, that's Pinky here.”
“Watch your mouth, man,” protested the little pink blob, “I'm not yours! I'll show you that anytime!”
“'Mkay, I like him,” laughed Tom.
“I can introduce myself,” began Red's Digimon, a furry orange ball with a spike protruding from its top, “I'm Tsunomon, and I guess I'm with you. I'll try to make the best of it.”
“Hey, watch it, tiny!”
“They compliment each other so well,” Gome snickered, “And I have Viximon here. Hundreds of species and I get the one that turns into Furry bait.”
“And out of all my potential handlers, I'm blessed with the sarcastic fangirl,” replied the little yellow fox.
“Well played. We'll both try to endure it, I guess.”
“This one's Tokomon,” continued Kat, poking the little white creature playfully. Tokomon responded by feigning a bite back, exposing his razor sharp teeth and causing her to draw her hand back instinctively. “Oh right, forgot about those.”
“Jeez, that was freaky,” added Red.
“And this is DemiVeemon,” concluded Shin, “hold on, I wanna try something. Let's hear some Keanu Reeves, lil' buddy.”
“I know Kung Fu,” said DemiVeemon.
“Awesome.”
“Whoa.”
“If you two are done with the standup routine, the waitress is here,” said Gome, indicating the green and red plant-like Digimon standing next to her.
“Hi there, welcome to the Tavern! I'm Floramon and I'll be your waitress. So what can I get you?”
“Actually, we're looking for someone,” said Shin, “we heard there was another human who passed through here recently. I imagine you guys haven't seen many more besides us, so can you tell us anything?”
Floramon looked around nervously. “Uh, sir? I-i'd rather you don't mention him in here right now, It could lead to-”
“WHO'S LOOKIN' FOR THE HUMAN?”
The being the voice belonged to got up from his seat at the bar. He was around a head shorter than most of the humans, but much wider. Most of his body was covered with a tattered white sheet, revealing only his glowing red eyes and his rotting arms. “You lookin' for that human, you lookin' for trouble, pal!”
“Would you look at that,” remarked Tom, “guess this really is....”
He paused to put on his triangular shades.
“...a ghost town.”
“Enough with the puns, Tom,” said Kat, standing up from her chair, “this could get complicated.”
