Work Out!

[Leyton Thomson]

Leyton stood on the beach holding a gold club, more specifically a nine iron, taking a few practice swings at the ocean air. Where did he get a gold club? Who knows, what is important however is the fact that he invited his favorite Sekai seedling onto the beach for fun and merriment. "Four!" he hit a rock into the cobalt ocean.  "Whoops, what I meant to say was bored as in I am bored.. Maybe I'll make the kid uh... Swim 100 laps." he knocked another rock into the water. 

He twirled the nine iron in his hands like a baton as he waited for the Vaccine user to arrive, "If he keeps me waiting he'll be doing 100 sit ups."

Obasi Azikiwe

[Obasi Azikiwe]

Atop Angemon’s shoulder the little tamer in the oversized hoodie sat, food in his mouth and a portable gaming console in his hands. If he was expected to leave the Medusa Complex he at least wanted something to do. No doubt Leyton would make him undergo some hellish exercise routine, but the underweight midget figured if he’d feigned an ankle injury Leyton would take mercy on him. If all else failed there was also running away. The better part of valor was knowing when to retreat against impossible odds. He knew these odds were impossible enough, so retreating seemed like the best possible option. Besides, nature and running got you all sweaty and icky, and he was not about that life.

“Ouch!” A flash of pain followed by a tumble from the Angemon’s shoulder onto the ground below ended his train of thought. Thankfully, Angemon had already landed. “Why is it I always get hurt whenever I am near Leyton?” Questioned aimed at Angemon, but loud enough for anyone to have heard him ask it. Legion simply responded with a shrug before picking his little master up by the hood, and setting him down again. “Aghh!!” Obasi yelled in surprise, barely avoiding a golf ball that flew overhead. “Leyton, you almost hit me again!” The boy shouted pointing to a very noticeable bump on his forehead that he didn’t bother to conceal.

Leyton Thomson

[Leyton Thomson]

Leyton looked at his imaginary watch, "Half past a freckle and Oba still isn't here..." he tapped his foot and dug his golf club into the ground. "They're here." he heard the beating of wings drummed across the beach front. It was time to make Obasu great again once more. Or was his name Obasi. Leyton couldn't remember too clearly espcally after the failed raid.

"You are 3.5 minutes late!" he claped his hands, before letting out a gasp. "I'm sitting here waiting for you and you delidaly" he picked up the hand held console that had slid to his feet.

"We can't make Obasi great again, with you always wasting time on mind numbing devices!" he tossed put teh device in his pocket. "Ten sit ups!"

[Obasi Azikiwe]

Leyton yelled at him again about being late, as if Obasi even wanted to be here. He could have been asleep, or watching a yaoi, or yuri, or just normal hentai. Instead he was being yelled at by his lunatic would-be drill instructor. When Leyton started ranting at him, the kid wanted to tell him. Off hell, he wasn’t even planning to join the SS if this guy hadn’t kidnapped him. To make matters worse he didn’t even get paid from the big raid last week. It was cancelled for reasons unknown to him. He was still in need of cash, but at least his Lucemon finally digivolved. When the white-haired warrior finally stopped talking Obasi took this as a chance to weasel out of it. “Hey! That’s mine! There isn’t anyone here my age to talk to so that gives me something to do!” He said before realizing that his beloved game could wait until after his con.

“I can’t do any drills today because my ankle hurts. Oh yeah it hurts something bad.” Hand clasped around his left ankle he hopped on one leg, making the most unconvincing moans of pain one could imagine.

[Leyton Thomson]

Leyton placed his hands on his hops, and shook his head at the young man... "Give you something to do? Boy, when I was your age the girls in my housing area gave me something to do... We played video games and ya know other stuff." he remembered how young the boy before him was and held his tongue, he wasn't ready for tales of ultimate frisbee... Or that tall girl that he...

Leyton shook his head, his mind was becoming full of memories now, ah young age. He retrieved the device from his pocket, it looked liek one of those old school PSPs though it was obviously upgraded. "What's so special about this huh?" he asked using the dpad to navigate the complex screens. He clicked on a little planet. "What's this some sort of environment ga-"

A woman's moan played from the device, Leyton's jaw dropped, she was animated, very animated... "Damn... I mean I can't believe this! How can we make Obasi great again if he's watching this sort of filth?"

A sly grin crept across his face, "You're going to sweat the perversion out!" Leyton looked around the beach scene, "Ah, perfect." he noticed a Betamon burrowing in the sand.

Not wasting any time he approached the creature and knelt down beside it, whispering a few words before gripping Obasi's videa game and taping it to the Betamon's back, "Alright O, I was gonna use this tape to ya know bound you if you tried to run off again but instead I've taped your videa game/porn manchine onto the back of this Betamon. Why?"

Leyton snapped his fingers and the little digimon took off, it wasn't blazing fast but it was just fast enough to give Obasi a good work out. "You're going to chase him and get it back, and as for you Legion, into your rookie form now please you'll be helping, on foot. We're gonna make you two great again!"

[Obasi Azikiwe]

“That’d be great if any of the women here were my age!” Childish indignation mixed with irritation filled Obasi’s words. The Medusa Complex was boring enough as it is, but this asshole took away his only source of entertainment. “It’s easy for a fucking adult to say that.” He yelled with an equally angry kid face to match his voice. “Give that back, Leyton!” Without thinking Obasi leapt up in order to reclaim his electronic toy, only to find himself earthbound again, and on his back after just narrowly missing his target. “Ouch.” Hands pressed against the sandy floor below, Obasi pushed himself upwards till he was sitting up, legs folded inward. It was only until he recalled too late that he was playing a hentai game.

“Wait, don’t look at that.” Just as he expected Leyton, the lord of lewd was lecturing him about perversion. “Hey, fuck you! You are the biggest pervert in Triton City! Now give that back!” Obasi’s next attempt to wrestle his beloved PSP from the white-haired thief only ended in failure. He hated being short, and even more than that he hated how tall Leyton was. “Fucking white haired scarecrow.” He muttered face half buried in the sand. Before Obasi could try for a third time he heard Leytion mention something about “sweating out the perversion”. Normally that sounded kind of hot, but considering his ivory-haired kidnapper was obessed with workouts, it probably was anything, but that. “What are you doing!” The boy cried at the sight of his machine being taped to a betamon’s back. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Obasi repeated before he dove for the amphibious thief. The chocolate tamer’s only reward was the sand that occupied his mouth after failing, yet again to retrieve his device.

“Fine.” Defeated and aggravated Obasi conceded to Leyton’s terms. Legion returned to his champion state the two dashed off towards the scurrying fish-frog-thing.

Leyton Thomson

[Leyton Thomson]

Leyton watched the duo chase the Betamon, sadly it was all for not, because when they catch up to the little amphibian digimon they wouldn't find Obasi's device, but a rock. Why? Because Leyton was going to make Obasi work today, give him the hardest workout he's ever had in his life. Leyton pulled the device out of his pocket and pushed it on, "I wonder how you play this thing." he watched the scene unfold on the screen, "Geez, so many naked chicks. Whoa that one looks like... Ha."

Leyton flicked through character archive, "Oh custom chars..." he clicked the d-pad and an array of new player characters popped up on screen. One of which made Leyton flinch... "This is supposed to be a graphic novel...But you can make chars... Is that... MY HUMMINGBIRD!"

[Obasi Azikiwe]

Head planted in the sand, Obasi fumed with rage at once again having failed to capture the betamon. Face contorted into a sneer, he watched with rage at his Lucemon bumble about in a mad dash to capture the betamon. “Leyton is such a dick.” Was all the dark-skinned boy said, eyes focused on the two before he returned to his feet. The thick and unstable surface of the beach only helped to make the objective seem that much more impossible to complete, not to mention being a couch potato didn’t help at all. Back on his feet, Obasi tried to predict exactly where the Betamon would go next to get away from Legion. The digimon’s movements were erratic making it hard for either of them to catch the Mohawk-headed amphibian. “Here goes, I guess.” The angel and human raced towards the betamon before colliding each other skull first.

“Ouch! That’s it!” After quickly recovering from his collision Obasi grabbed Legion by the arm and with a running star threw the surprisingly rookie at the betamon. “Bingo!” Obasi shouted at the scene of his dizzy partner, and a very knocked out Betamon. His excitement soon came to an end when he discovered his PSP wasn’t a PSP, but a rock. “LEYTON!!!”

[Leyton Thomson]

Leyton fiddled around with the PSP some more, it was an interesting device, in the time it took Obasi to chase teh Betamon he had already made a new character of himself and was playing the story mode with great enthusiasm, he had already played most of the romance junk, though seeing himself nail a different girl every day was somewhat pleasure inducing.

He heard his name, Obasi must have caught the little guy. "OBASI!" he replied, laughing and clapping his hands. "I got your porn machine! But you did it! You caught the Betamon, using your mind I bet. That was the lesson."

[Obasi Azikiwe]

Normally Obasi was composed, but Leyton always knew how to push his buttons. His last bit of patience stomped out by his powdery-haired nemesis Obasi wanted to kill him. “Leyton, you fucking dick! Give that back!” He yelled at the top of his lungs. Leyton’s grin and accusation of it being a porn machine only further incensing the boy. Legion could do little more than hover beside his master, the collision with that betamon left him unable to steady himself, causing the digimon to wobble from side to side. Arms crossed, Obasi realized he had no choice, but to play Leyton’s games if he wanted his PSP back. “Fine! You win, dick!” Defeated the young tamer returned to Leytin with his digimon in tow.

“So what do you want me to do now?”

Leyton Thomson

[Leyton Thomson]

Leyton smiled at the young man, "Good, now that you've sweated out your inner pervert, I put myself in your game by the way you're welcome, you still seem to have a little sin in your blood! We will make you great again and flush it out." Leyton tapped his chin looking down at the boy, before a devillish smile would plaster its self across his lips. "Sit ups, 55 of them precisely."

He nodded at his claim, "You'll puke up that dirty mind of yours yet, and build a tight core." he laughed pointing to his own abdominals, "You see this? You wanna touch this shit? nah you don't"

[Obasi Azikiwe]

Obasi sneered at Leyton’s boast. He, unlike the spirit user, wasn’t in top physical shape and didn’t have abs to show it. No, Obasi’s build was more akin to a stick. A stick with dreadlocks, but a stick no less. He was also a much weaker stick than his crazy exercise-obsessed kidnapper, so refusal wasn’t an option. The boy and digimon simply trudged back to Leyton, exhausted and, in the case of Legion, dizzy. “Puke the perversion out me? Seriously?” Looks of skepticism painted both digimon and the human faces at the prospect of more useless exercises. These tasks were pointless, and they weren’t going to help Leegend evolve any faster. This was just a stupid trick by Leyton to fuck with him. He swore that one day he’d make Leyton pay for it. A swift kick in the balls is what that smug bastard needed.

“Let’s go, I guess” He ordered his digimon before the two were in the sand, doing pushups.

[Leyton Thomson]

"1 one thousand, 2 one thousand, 3 one thousand, look alive legion!" he gestured for the digimon to pick up the pace. He continued counting the reps for the two, a bit of time went by before they finally reached 55. "Uh, I said sit ups Obasi. But you earned a break anyway."

he took off his shirt, "But don't get too comfy yet, I understand you have some pent up frustration against me, so how about a little payback for all of this training. So come at me bro, or whatever the kids say nowadays." why was he going to let Obasi take his anger out on him? He's gonna see just how mad the kid could get, and what better to do it than a little physical conflict.

[Obasi Azikiwe]

In-between Obasi’s gasp for air Leyton said something that struck him. Whether it was the oncoming heat stroke, or the rage that had taken ownership of Obasi’s senses he thought it over. Leyton was strong enough to kill him without sneezing, but he thought “fuck it.” You only YOLO once and he’d had a decent enough life up to this point. Before he agreed to throw away his life, the tamer produced his digivice. In all its outdated glory to digivolve his Lucemon into Angemon, and demanded the digimon help him up. Hand on his back, Angmon helped his master return to his feet. “Here I go.” Obasi turned to face Leyton with his legs spaced apart. With a burning hatred in his eyes Obasi balled up his fist and charged at the powdery-haired drill sergeant. Once he was in within striking distance he yelled “Activate”.

From behind the small boy appeared a trip of ivory constructs that upon activation fired a concentrated blast of energy.


○ Sentinel’s Brand – Ever watchful of his companions and enemies, Angemon bestows an ally, or marks an area with an insignia. Typically placed upon the back this tattoo activates either by Angemon’s will, the recipient’s, or, a perceived danger. Once initiated, a guardian entity emerges from the marker ready to attack and chase down enemies. If ordered to strike the construct fires beams of pulsing red energy. The damage behind each shot is only 1/3rd his normal power, but they fire multiple beams at once(up to two). Otherwise they will stay within an area until told by Angemon, or the marked one to leave. Angemon may place up to three brands. When one brand is triggered and its duration expires all three immediately go on CD even if they have not yet activated. The construct can be destroyed by a single champion attack, or three rookie attacks. If even a single construct is felled the ability immediately goes on CD even if the other two are intact.
Guardian Pic
Duration 2 posts, cd 3 posts.

[Leyton Thomson]

Leyton closed his eyes and awaited the onslaught, he calmed himself, whatever this was it was going to be fun. He's always wanted to fight a champion in his human form, but maybe later. He heard the boy shout something, 'activate', "acti-what?" he swung his fist back at the boy but before he could connect the 'brand' activated. The white hair was hit by bolts of energy. He was sent careening back, trying to regain his bearings but the force of the attack was too much for him. He was sent flying back, his body was pained, what did they do to him?!