The Era of the Architect

[Leyton Thomson]

What a day to be alive! Was all Leyton could think as he paced through the streets of Terabyte city, his downed feelings had been lifted as he jogged through the busy city. He had his headphones on blasting combinations of rock, and metal at their loudest; his heart was racing, his blood was pumping, and his eyes hadn’t been any clearer. He felt invincible! More than invincible UNSTOPPABLE. Who could touch him at 100%? No one, who could get in his way? No one! He was one of the strongest fighters in the Digital World and he did more than prove it in the tournament.



Striding up a flight of stairs, his sneakers tapping against the steps, sweat trickling down his form, he stopped at the peak of the staircase of a rundown apartment building before stumbling back down. He was pumped for exercise day. He was never pumped to exercise. His attire was simple for this routine of vigorous exercise training shorts, and sneakers.



Upon leaving the staircase he began doing pushups on the warmed sidewalk, the cement burning his fingers. “Why the hell was I sitting around home watching porn and eating ramen? I’m a fucking beast!” he roared standing up with a hop. “Give me what you got Digital world! I’m the man!” he pounded his chest.



“Shit I need a new title… What about, the King of fast Style? I’m fast as hell and I can lay anyone out, well except for lord crow and his friends, and lord Plutomon, and Rei, and Andrea, and that Skullgreymon guy, and Astoria, and well the king of the digital world, besides those people oh and mega level Digimon, besides all of those people I am unstoppable!” He was partly right in his assessment, but he didn’t care, this was a new era! The Thomson era!



“Maybe I’ll get Andrea to let me have a small harem.” he rubbed his chin, “They’d be hers too…” he walked down the street pondering what he should do next. "I might just get a tattoo... Red Dragon or something. Hmm would it be weird if I get a black mamba on my back?"

[Nicholas Hyde]

"So, what's the plan boss?" Sable asked as the two of them walked down the streets of Terabyte City. Hyde was quiet for a moment as he took a gulp from his flask before responding. "Well, I've been thinking. That douchebag is a member of the DATS, so logic states that going after him will have the DATS coming after our asses. So, in order to combat that, we need to get a group of our own." Sable nodded. "Finding allies. Yeah, I thought that was already the plan. The problem is finding people to actually go along with you." Yeah, that was always the problem.

"Not just that, but if I'm to make something to rival the DATS, then we need a place to call our own as well. The DATS has headquarters and such all over the world. We need a little something where we can hunker down incase push comes to shove, and it will." Sable nodded. "Fair enough. did you have anywhere in mind?" Hyde shrugged, "Not yet. I'm looking around for any places that might be up for grabs. Anywhere abandoned, and probably out of the way. That way we don't need to worry about people snooping around. I'm looking into a couple of things."

"Gotcha. So, what are we doing out here exactly?" Hyde took another gulp of his flask. "I'm thinking. I always do my best thinking when I'm walking...and drinking." Sable let out a sigh. Typical Hyde.

[Jeremiah Regis]

((Ooc: Sked invited me to the thread))

It had been a while since Jeremiah had stepped foot in Terabyte city. After the kerfuffle involving the Daichi person, and the terrorist known as Adam Jackson, he had preferred to avoid the city entirely. After the tournament however, he thought it was time to go back, and relax a bit.

As he was wandering around the city, he heard some... odd noises. Some man screaming about porn and... noodles? Well, each to their own, and Jeremiah was certainly not one to judge. Though, this man did look somewhat familiar.

Kong, being one to take more notice of others than his master, instantly recognized Letting as one of the other competitors. He let out a screech, tapping Jeremiahs leg in a pitiful attempt to communicate. It seemed to work, somehow, though more likely was that Jeremiah eventually recognized the man himself.

He wandered over to the man, and waited for him to finish his push ups. He would hold his hand out, and would introduce himself. "It is good to actually meet you, Mr Thomson. My name is Jeremiah, and i wanted to congratulate you for getting to the semi-finals."

[Leyton Thomson]

Leyton looked up at the stranger, standing up with a welcoming smile. "The pleasure is all mine Mr. Jeremiah." He shook his hand for a moment. "Thank you kindly, you're actually the firs to congratulate me. I'm actually a fan, I believe your partner's name is Kong? I'm a big fan of your tactics..." his voice trailed off, a second pair of voices caught his attention.

He turned his head and if he didn't know any better it was the chap who Mr. Jeremiah had beaten, "Say, isn't that the fella you beat?" he pointed to the eyepatched gent, without a doubt that was him.

"Ey! You with the eye patch! Come here a sec."

Nicholas Hyde

[Nicholas Hyde]

"Hmm?" Hyde paused when he heard a voice calling out to him. It had to be. Who else around here was wearing an eyepatch? He was midway through a drink when his eye turned to see who was addressing him. A young man with white hair...

...and HIM!

Hyde almost choked on his drink, just barely managing to recover before spitting up a lot of booze. What the hell was HE doing here!? And that damn monkey was with him as well! It took everything Hyde had not to react on instinct, which most likely would have resulted in him being wanted for murder by the end of the day. Instead, he managed to keep himself relatively calm. Sable too, oddly enough, though one could tell the Pawn Chessmon was glaring daggers at the Monmon. Putting the flask away, Hyde approached them, more specifically, the one who addressed him. "Yes?"

Jeremiah Regis
Leyton Thomson

[Leyton Thomson]

Leyton arched an eyebrow, this was the guy Mr. Jeremiah faced? he sure was lanky and didn't look like much of a technician or a fighter for that matter. "Yeah haust, you I thought you looked familiar!" he beamed pointing to the man's 'arm' "You're the chap who fought Jeremiah!"

His eyes narrowed and a mischievous grin crept across his face, "Say pal, since you only have the one Digimon aren't you technically a tamer? How about a quick sharpen of your skills? A "training session" if you will." it was a grand idea and almost like a rematch if Jeremiah was into the idea, well that or a total slaughter meh.