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| Einherjar | Mar 19 2009, 02:29 PM Post #1 |
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Real World A cool voice starts to speak. Marcus hears the voice within his head... You are the first Young. Your dream starts ... now. Feeling dizzy all of a sudden, Marcus falls over, a dropping sensation forming in the pits of his stomach... ------- Constellus - ??? City Wake up. As if on command, Marcus awakes, sitting bolt upright. He is in a flower field, surrounded by tall grass and flowers of all kinds. A white and black object lays near him, light flickering from what seems to be a screen. You are now in full control of your character, but your character might be used sometimes to advance the plot in forced situations. Dream #1 ~ INTRO: START ~ 0% complete |
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| Corrupted | Mar 19 2009, 02:48 PM Post #2 |
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Marcus: Where...am I? Marcus narrowed his eyes casually, trying to rememberhow he had gotten into this situation. Finally loking at the white and black object, he examined it by picking it up and turning it over in his hands. He then noticed the screen and looked over at it as well. Marcus: ...Did I eat some rotten food? |
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| Einherjar | Mar 19 2009, 02:55 PM Post #3 |
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A soft, sweet voice floats across the air. It is a clear voice, and should Marcus pay attention, he would hear someone speaking. Plotmon: I ... don't think you ate rotten food. Plotmon, her floppy ears swinging, slowly made her way down to Marcus. It seemed that she had a scared and shy personality to her. Upon the approaching of the Digimon, the device that Marcus had picked up started to vibrate, data rapidly moving across its screen. The constant ticking of the inputted data was rather loud, and such, it had stimulated Plotmon. Plotmon: Please ... shut that ... thing off. |
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| Corrupted | Mar 19 2009, 03:03 PM Post #4 |
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Realizing that someone else was in the area almost startled Marcus, and he nearly dropped the object when it started responding to something. Marcus: Uhh.. turn it off? Marcus looked down to the device, confusion stamped on his face as he played with it trying to get it to silence for the creature, yet his mind hadn't clicked just right yet as to why he wasn't freaked out from the sight of the Plotmon. Edited by Corrupted, Mar 19 2009, 03:05 PM.
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| Einherjar | Mar 19 2009, 03:17 PM Post #5 |
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Plotmon: Turn it off ... turn it off... What else Plotmon might be saying was drowned in a cloud of her mumbling. Shivering where she was, she raised two paws, covering her floppy ears as she shook her head violently. Plotmon: TURN IT OFF!! As Marcus looked at the device, the device merely continued to flash and run data on its screen. When the buttons were pressed, nothing seemed to happen. ... beep beep beep Previously, the data had been running from bottom to top - but now it was running from top to bottom. What exactly had Marcus pressed to create such a phenomenon? |
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| Corrupted | Mar 19 2009, 03:45 PM Post #6 |
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Hearing the Plotmon's frantic yells, he watched the data go in the opposite direction and blinked. Marcus: Sorry, i'm trying The calm but rather shy boy looked for a power button of some sort; he looked for something that seemed different then the rest. He tried to hurry for the sake of the creature befoe him, but stayed calm. He toyed with the device a little more, trying to be more precise this time. Marcus: Why don't items like this ever come with instruction manuals? |
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| Einherjar | Mar 19 2009, 03:49 PM Post #7 |
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Plotmon: I'm afraid ... I can't answer that question for you. Plotmon glanced upwards, the noise having finally stopped. The noise stopping had absolutely nothing to do with Marcus's toying. As he toyed with the device, Plotmon got up and moved over to Marcus, before sitting next to him. Plotmon: Just now ... you asked ... where you are. That, I can answer... |
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| Corrupted | Mar 19 2009, 04:19 PM Post #8 |
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Looking to the Plotmon with an apolegetic expression, he put the quieted device away. Marcus: I apoligize. I probly should know more about fancy watches, or whatever that thing is. He tried to smile, but it probably turned out as more of a cheesy grin. Hearing her tell him that she knew where they were, he sighed. Marcus: Well then, where are we, uhh.. Sorry, but I don't know your name, let alone what you are. He smiled weakly, hoping what he said didn't come off as rude. |
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| Einherjar | Mar 19 2009, 06:55 PM Post #9 |
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As the device was placed into his pocket, Plotmon's eyes casually followed the device. She gave a small yawn, curling up into a small ball of fluff. She seemed tired, but gave a response to Marcus all the same. Plotmon:: I ... we ... we're in Aries City. This is the outskirts of the City ... but still within the boundary. I don't want to know what's outside the City. Upon the next statement, she merely continued speaking. Plotmon: M-My name's Plotmon. Nice t-to meet you ... um... This sounds like a moment to introduce yourself, eh, Marcus? |
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| Corrupted | Mar 20 2009, 01:20 AM Post #10 |
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Rather embarrassed at not remembering ot introduce himself first, he flustered. Marcus: Oh, my name's Marcus, Marcus Daishen. Pleased to meet you too, Plotmon. As he said this, he realized just what the Plotmon was, and how odd the name sounded anyways. HE shrugged it off sorta, feeling it too rude to ask what she was. Marcus: Aries City, huh? I've never heard of that place. I guess i'll be headed that way then to try and figure out how I got here, care to join me? He asked nicely, since she seemed nice enough, although sorta shy. |
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| Einherjar | Mar 20 2009, 08:52 AM Post #11 |
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Plotmon shook her head, staying where she was. Plotmon: Aries City ... no. I'm not going in there ... someone's there ... no... She covers her eyes with her front paws, evidently having made up her mind not to budge. Sitting where she was, she finally allowed herself to look at Marcus after a good few minutes. Plotmon: Believe me ... please, Marcus. Believe in me... |
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| Corrupted | Mar 20 2009, 11:46 AM Post #12 |
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That city must have been hurtful to the Plotmon, and Marcus couldn't blame her for being scared. Marcus: I believe you, Plotmon. I just need to find some civilization. Marcus looked around at all the other directions and sighed. Marcus: Do you know of anywhere else to go? |
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| Einherjar | Mar 20 2009, 11:50 AM Post #13 |
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Plotmon blinked, before walking over to Marcus and sitting in his lap. She sighed softly, evidently tired out. There were some small burn marks on her velvety fur. It seemed that she had escaped some sort of fire, or attack, which could or could not explain why she was afraid of the city. Looking slowly at Marcus, thy shy puppy shook her head. Plotmon: ... The flowers slowly swayed in the air as a small breeze picked up ... The weather was fine, and it wasn't too sunny, so maybe, he could consider exploring the area a bit, with Plotmon by his side? At least, with a Digimon, he wasn't too vulnerable... Plotmon: Your ... that. The D-LITE that Marcus picked up started to vibrate within his pocket. |
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| Corrupted | Mar 20 2009, 01:55 PM Post #14 |
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Finally noticing that the Plotmon wasn't without wounds, a look of concern came over Marcus' face. As she said what little shedid and sat in his lap, Marcus felt the device vibrate and pulled it back out. He didn't know what it was for, or what it did, but he examined it again where the data had been going across the screen to see if there was anything new. Marcus: Is this thing connected to you? Can it help? He was being rather naive, but that was probably because of the sudden change of scenery and lack of sleep. |
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| Einherjar | Mar 20 2009, 02:12 PM Post #15 |
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Sighing softly, Plotmon's eyes flickered for a moment, before she fell, limp, unto Marcus's lap once again. Either she had passed out from her injury, or was simply tired out. Worse, she might even be dead. Plotmon: ... As Plotmon fell limply unto his lap, the D-LITE started vibrating even more violently. The data streams continued to pour in out at a rapid pace, before it stopped, halting right where it was. Time stopped for a second or two... The same cool voice spoke, once again, Marcus's head. Digimon accepted. You shall explore your Dream with Plotmon by your side. Use these two Cores to your advantage. As the voice trailed away, two shining orbs appeared before the puppy-like creature, before sinking into her body. Yet, even though it looked like it hurt for Plotmon, she did not move. Congratulations, you have formed a link between you and Plotmon! She is now your Digimon partner. You have gained two Cores for Plotmon. Please request for an update in your Digimon Information thread. |
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