A Whole New World [Katsuro]

[Cameron Faulkner]

It's been an interesting few days to say the least. He got into a nice little college with the one catch of doing what he loves for a nationally ranked team. Moved into his own little pad with anything he could possibly need. To boot, his brothers decided to set him up with every electronic he could possibly need or want. Yup, things were looking up. Then they got weird, a cute little thing named Q popped out of his computer's monitor along with a device calling him his tamer, and the machine was apparently called a Digivice. Then it got even weirder, the machine started shining, making his monitor shine the same bright light and before he knew it he was in a forest he'd never seen before in New York. 

"So Q, where are we?" Cameron asked, the In-Training Digimon couldn't exactly keep up with Cameron's pace so the Kiimon needed to be held by Cameron. Well, they could've walked at a slower pace but the athletic boy just couldn't slow down.

"Well, this isn't the Dark Area. So I don't know Cam." the Digimon replied. "Uh, hey Cam? When do I get stronger? I don't want you to carry me anymore." 

Cameron sighed, "No idea Q. I'm still trying to understand this whole tamer thing. How do you even know I can make you stronger? No offense but you have no legs, arms, and I'm not exactly sure something as cute as you would even be able to take any physical training." Cameron replied. Make no mistake, Cameron could easily train some other human with his own workout. But not a legless, armless, and borderline harmless Digimon. 

"Oh... okay." the Kiimon responded sadly. Cameron could hardly stand it. This little guy was like a puppy and he couldn't stand hearing him so sad.

"Don't worry Q, as soon as we figure out how to go back, You'll be flexing like me in no time! Till then just enjoy the ride." Cameron promised. He could be making a mistake, in the short time he's know Q he's been adamant about getting stronger and he'd be lying if he said he knew how to train Digimon. "Well we are in the Digital World... maybe we'll figure something out."

"Alright Cam! Yeah, you'll make me super strong, I just know it!" Well, now he was locked into this. Well, here's hoping he'll figure something out.

[Katsuro Hachi]

BAD RECEPTION

Why wouldn't it work?

He was slamming it against the side of a tree stump in frustration. He didn't quite know why, to be honest; it had all been a little bit of a blur. Having discovered how to shift between Digimon forms, but still remaining unable to revert to his original humanity, had taken something of a toll on Katsuro. If queried he would have undoubtedly insisted that was entirely incorrect, but there was certainly more than met the eye to the image of him bashing his black-and-yellow D-Tector, his only lifeline and the source of all his power, in all its glory and fragility, against the considerably less fragile embedded hunk of wood.

"Man, fuck Verizon," Katsuro muttered for no discernable reason. "This piece of fucking shit." He was beginning to become visibly more enraged with the plastic object. The trigger for it all had been that Exachat... thing... he was using to speak to Harley and Jerry. There were only so many times you could try and key in letters with an armoured gauntlet.

In his frustration he had shifted back to FlyBeemon, but even then, an armoured pseudo-stinger-claw-hybrid-thing was barely any more use in the utility of a delicate fucking touch-screen which was obviously designed by fucking Digital elves with their fucking Digital elf fucking fingers--

His Luddite beatings had been getting only more intense; with a bad angle and too much power, his already-precarious insectoid grip inadvertently let fly the Digivice to send it high into the air, landing on the precipice of one of the steeper downward highland banks, before, of course, letting Katsuro only watch as it begun to tumble down towards a human and Digimon.

"Don't, don't touch that!" He shouted whilst trying to stagger his irregular and altogether confused run-fly-jump routine down the hill. "Or I'll have to... vigilantism..." He cogitated on what he would say for a few minutes, still trying to keep his footing steady and half-fly down after the D-Tector. "Something related to justice!"

ATTACKS USED: N/A
HIVEMIND STACKS: 1

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[Cameron Faulkner]

After walking for so long the area just started to confuse the city boy, besides a few small groves here and there there wasn't exactly a lot of forests of this size in New York and Cameron wasn't exactly the adventurous type either. Not that he was afraid of being surrounded by nature. He had to admit, it was pretty nice, y'know after getting over the 'how to get back' problem he was faced with right now. "Cam, Cam! There's people nearby. I can hear them! Just ahead of us, let's keep going!" Q shouted out, excited as always. Well, at least there was a way for him to actually get some answers to the plethora of questions he had now. With no where else to go, Cameron followed his Digimon's directions.

Just as Q said, there was definitely someone ahead of them, well above them. Whatever was going on could just barely be seen on top of a hill. Cameron figured he'd try and get the figures attention, placing Q on the ground in preparation to do just that. "Hey-" As soon as he opened his mouth, a machine rolled down the hill just in front of Cameron and Q. "Huh?" Apparently it was important because the figure made an awkward mad dash towards Cameron and Q. Cameron could only stare as the giant bug came down to him and started going on about justice and vigilantism. If he had to guess, this was a Digimon too, a much bigger one from what he's used to.

"Yeah, this whole Digimon thing just stays weird. Don't stress about it dude er- bug guy. You can have it back I don't really want to be on record books for the worst sting ever any time this lifetime." He tossed the device back to its owner, "What's that thing even for? Wait-" He fished into his pocket pulling out his Digivice. "That thing supposed to be like this thing?" Q here hasn't exactly been the most helpful little guy when it comes to teaching me about this whole 'Digital World' thing.

"Wait Cam! We don't know if he's nice or not! What if he's dangerous?" The Kiimon shouted at his tamer. Only getting a distant look from Cameron in the process. 

"The thing came to us stuttering about justice, pretty sure it's okay to deal with him Q. Oh yeah, keep forgetting manners and all that. Name's Cameron and this little guy here is Q. We're pretty lost here. If you can point us in the direction of any humans who know about this whole Digimon thing or whatever this Digivice is for that'd be appreciated."

[Katsuro Hachi]

DISRESPECT YOUR SURROUNDINGS

"You can have it back, I don't really want to be on record books for the worst sting ever any time this lifetime." 

Katsuro nodded smugly. At last, he had found someone who seemed to respect his stature. That was, however, before the boy had tossed the D-Tector towards him with little warning. Fumbling with his hand-less armoured gauntlets, Katsuro attempted to catch and balance it in the cracks in the triangular splits around his hackles. The Digivice toppled to the floor, and Katsuro grumbled to himself. "Fucking... hands..."

"What's that thing even for? Wait -- that thing supposed to be like this thing?" He raised one of the more primitive models, those used by those who partnered Digimon rather than fully embracing the nature of the digital plane of existence and seeking power for themselves. As a self-sufficient deliverer of justice, Katsuro often thought the Tamers' power less significant; how could you function on the field of battle if you were constantly relying on somebody else?

"Got it in one. Wit like a blade," Katsuro mumbled sarcastically, moving his foot under the D-Tector, before kicking it up to chest-height, and assimilating it with a flash of minimal light. It vanished, and returned to his pseudo-Digicore once more, for safekeeping. Thing was a pain in the ass out in the open. "Well, except yours is just less... useful." Spirit Users were the master race, as far as Katsuro could tell. One mind controlling the power of the Hive had more unity than any given partnership.

"Wait Cam! We don't know if he's nice or not! What if he's dangerous?" The Shadramon's smugness increased by a bound as he heard that sentence. The Kiimon was right to be wary of him, of course. "The thing came to us stuttering about justice, pretty sure it's okay to deal with him Q." And the human was naive. How refreshing... "If you can point us in the direction of any humans who know about this whole Digimon thing or whatever this Digivice is for that'd be appreciated."

"You are right to be wary, little pet," Katsuro spoke, forming his snout into a grin as best he good. "I am a solitary paragon and enforcer of natural law who roams these lands. I am dangerous." He cast his wings out wide, unsheathing and flourishing them like a blaze upon the still air. An introduction seemed as if it was in order. "I am the Osuzumebachi." The time for meddling with devices had concluded. It was time for his grandiose introductions. These two seemed not to be breaking any laws -- aside from very minor loitering regulations which he supposed he could ignore -- but they had mistaken him, seemingly, for an information bureau.

"I am a human, but your pet is right, Cameron." He closed his wings in with a slow, twitching movement. "You should be careful. Not everybody who walks these lands, especially so far from civilization, is as friendly and morally bound as I am. You would do well to keep your wits about you and to scrutinise all who you may cross paths with." He supposed a few questions, perhaps, would not hurt. Justice was, though on a strict time-regulated schedule, perhaps on its lunch break for the moment. "And whilst I am not given to providing answers for such normally ignorant questions, and am certainly not a tour guide, I suppose that these lands have been cleared of all and any erstwhile enemies of the law." He took an exaggerated visual sweep from left to right to hammer his point home.

"You wished to know about your primitive Digivice, yes?"

ATTACKS USED: N/A
HIVEMIND STACKS: 2

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