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[Leik]

Digimon: Trails of the ancients​

Digimon are, if nothing else, creatures made of reconfigurable data. They live, grow, eat, fight, make friends, and they die; but in most cases, they are also reborn. You see, if a Digimon suffers a fatal wound it won't simply die, it will, instead, turn into data and then reassemble itself into a Digi-Egg so its life cycle can start a new. So what if something were to happened to the data while it was putting itself back together? What would be the effects if a piece of code went missing, or got altered?

The answer?
Defects.​

Defects have started popping up all over the Digital world. There are Agumon that struggle with making even smallest flames, the electricity that ran through Tentomon has vanished, and the higher-ups in the digital world are afraid of what lies in wait if things keep getting worse. They had no clear answer for why Digimon were losing their abilities and traits, but they knew it couldn't be good. So they have done what the digital world always does when it feels threatened, they have reached out to humans for help and dragged a few into the digital world. A new wave of DigiDestined has arrived, let's hope they can fix it.

OCC

 

[Leik]

The story so far

The defects appeared without warning, and the panic spread quickly. They started small; colors were slightly off, horns and claws lacked an inch or two, and other small, almost negligible things, but that didn't last long. Each new lifecycle brought on new symptoms, new defects, and new issues. Digimon eventually started losing key parts of what made them special. Digimon with thick fur lost their natural resistance to the cold, the Digimon in the sea struggled to live under water, machine Digimon malfunctioned, and Digimon that usually soared through the sky found it hard to fly. All in all, it was chaos, a chaos rooted in the very code that made up most digital life.

It was clear that these defects had to be dealt with quickly, but it was hard to make anyone take up the task. The subject of being reborn had started frightening Digimon, as it was pretty clear that the defects only appeared after being reborn. The guardians of the Digital world were running out of options. They didn't have the knowledge or the power to fix the issues presented to them, and so they went for the emergency fix. The humans. The humans had proven themselves before. They had fought alongside Digimon to save both the Digital and human world countless times. If anyone could be persuaded to undertake this task, it would be them.

The guardians gathered the few Digimon that had been willing to go out on the mission and presented them with the idea. They all agreed to partner up with the newest wave of Digidestined, and this brings us to now. In just an hour or so the plan will be set into motion. In just an hour the Digital world will have a new set of Heros. Hopefully, they will succeed.

 

[NoviceOfRoleplay]

Name: Chard E. Harp
Relations:

Called him +. The children surrounded like puppies to the person that all there siblings talked about through the years. Chard, +, trickled some a guilt from his smile as he told the kids about all the stories there siblings wouldn't. Jenna would walk around the tree, Mikey always wanted to point out all the insects, Tetra was insane when it came to the color of the leaves. Chard finished up his last story 'till lunch; the children stared in all, 5 or 6 was Chard's guess on them. The children begin to scatter and Chard sized up the "forest' behind him.

The forest was a only a couple miles of scattered trees and a dirt path. Chard was thinking of seeing if Jenna's old tree was still standing up; he had only checked since yesterday. Chard re-tied his shoes, discovered Jenna watching him through a car window. Her parents had come to pick-up the little sister. Jenna's eyes were filled with curiosity and bemusement. Chard kept his smiled and looked away, returning to the view of the forest. Visiting the tree didn't seem too tantalizing now, maybe just throw rocks at a few oldies and see how some saplings are doing.

Chard walked into the forest, avoiding the dirt path, and looking forward to today. He had to make sure he was mentally ready so that he could find that "target".

,

 

[Omnimon]

Name: Grace Kuczyński
Relations: Grandchild of Zivah Kuczyński

" The spirit of truth and the spirit of freedom - these are the pillars of society. "

A lone figure with a tan backpack walked down a dusty pathway as she tried to concentrate on the lesson she had just learned in the school by the nearest Kibbutz . Grace walked home as she thought about that particular quote for the thousandth time.

" The spirit of truth and the spirit of freedom - these are the pillars of society. "

" Pfft , yeah right, what do dead philosophers have in common with me ? As if they'd know or understand what I'm going through.....at all ." Grace thought , cynically .

After all how could anyone understand what she was going through ? After that disastrous revelation to her supposed "best friend" Ester several years ago , it was as if she had become an alien to her and her group of " friends" . Words and gossip spread like wildfire and within a week she had become an outcast within her school . From that disastrous moment of weakness. She had considered it a moment of weakness now that she realized that ultimately the truth would be too painful to tell .

That was several years ago and she ultimately had to move to a different school because of the problems that she had experienced . Since moving to the new school, Grace had felt as if she had a new lease on life and decided from there on, to never tell Maya , her only friend about anything that dealt with the past.

Grace kicked aside one of the stones that littered the pathway between the Kibbutzes . It landed with a dull thud , scaring off a lone squirrel . She started to stare at the ground as she was trying , trying hard to keep track of the most recent lie she had told Maya.

Grace's mind changed gears while she thought about the conundrum of it all. "What use is the truth if .....it hurts....so much ? " as she thought while wrestling with her consciousness . She walked in silence while looking straight into the pathway for several minutes until she heard the familiar sounds of water lapping on the surface against some rocks and then looked up . A familiar sight greeted her .

As she approached the outskirts of Ma'alot-Tarshiha , she smelled the familiar odors the lake , and saw the houses with their red rooftops and white structures standing out against the light forest that dotted the hillside. Grace smiled, as she knew that she was close to home. Home, where the heart was , where she would be with her Savta , her grandmother Zivah . The only person in the world that understood what she was going through . Where she didn't need to put on a fake persona, a face to protect herself with . Where she could be... her.... her self.

Grace grinned, for she knew that today Zivah would be making Mate , a hot tea-like drink , but her grandmother had her own recipe , one which made the semi-bitter tasting drink into a sweet tea . With this treat in mind, she picked up the pace and started to run home .

 

[Mei]

Boredom. Yep, that's what Anne's dealing with. Rubber ball in hand, she makes her way to the park not far from home. Finding a nice wall to just throw the ball against, the young girl tosses her rubber ball.

Thump.

The ball bounced from the wall, right back into her hand. She lets out sigh, still bored but she continues.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

Harder. Faster. That should be better, right? Yet, still, she was bored. Letting out a final sigh, she catches her ball. With a glance towards a nearby tree, Anne takes her ball and her duffel bag, plopping herself down in the shaded grass.

Still bored. She takes out her water bottle, taking a sip before screwing the cap back on. At least it was quiet. Well, besides a few birds singing. But that's pleasant noise, not something Anne minds one bit.

 

[Misuteeku]

Akio was currently watching a superhero show. He cheered on every single second as the superheroes took on a giant godzilla monster in their mega mech. Left, right the mech dodged the claws of the evil creatures and returned with a swing of it's sword. Electric effects came off as the godzilla monster shrieked in pain.

"Yes!" Fist pumping into the air as the godzilla monster died when the mech did it's special attack which decimated the monster causing it to explode.

The show soon ended leaving Akio nothing to do. Getting up from his usual spot, he looked around the house. There still wasn't that much to do as he observed. Floors were clean, dust was vacuumed. Everything was pretty good. The two option he was left with was to either go outside or play on his computer.

Even he went outside, he would still be left with nothing to do so, he went on the computer. Searching up super hero videos was his favorite as he scanned through which episode he hasn't watched yet.

 

[AnimeGenork]

Akari Yamura

Thank God school was over. Akari didn't think she'd be able to handle another second of the nonsense rabble her classmates thought classified as stimulating conversation. As always, she was the first out the door, bag thrown over her shoulder and earbuds in her ears. All she wanted to think about right now was getting home and taking a nice, long nap. It was better than dealing with the the odd stares from everyone around her. Anything was, really.

Heaving a sigh, Akari turned up the volume on her music and silently mouthed the words of the song. People and buildings blurred as she followed the route home that had been forever imprinted in her brain. Suddenly, her phone started vibrating. Taking it out of her pocket, she glanced at the screen and saw a text from her mother, asking if she was heading home. No, Mom, I went to hang out with the tons of friends I have, sorry, Akari thought sarcastically, though she knew her mother only asked because she cared for her. Sometimes she couldn't help but wonder what would happen if her parents weren't such hawks. Things probably wouldn't be much different.

Finally, she came to the door of her classic Japanese apartment, fitting the key into the lock and opening the door. She was too tired to care about taking off her shoes and instead headed straight to her room to get started on homework. As always, her room was immaculately clean, with everything in its place. Dropping her bag by her desk chair, she collapsed onto her bed and stared up at the ceiling. Why was life so boring these days? Would she ever be able to break this boring cycle of living she was currently experiencing? Doubtful. But she could dream.

She decided that she couldn't truly take a nap without first doing some homework, so she sat down at her desk and turned on her computer to do research for a project that wasn't due for about a month.​

 

[Lethe]

Evan hopped out of his older brother's car as they arrived home from school. He slowly walked to the front door and went inside, his brother Ben following him.

"Slow down there kid, you owe me gas money," Ben informed Evan. The white-haired boy looked down at his feet and over to his mom, whom was sitting on the couch knitting.

"Benjamin, leave your brother alone!" their mother demanded. Evan sighed and scurried off to his room, eager to get away from any further interactions with Ben.

His small bedroom wasn't much, but enough. There was a bed, a television, and most importantly to Evan a desk with a computer and a small notebook. Evan immediately went to the computer and turned it on, but started scribbling about his day in the notebook.

 

[Acethekidd]

Another day of school had pasted. Andrew gathered his things from his locker before trailing out the school. There was a few students that stayed after school for programs or clubs. Speaking of such, his aunt suggested that he joined a club. Since he wasn't a very social guy, Joining a club or program might not be for him..but he had to start somewhere and interact with others right

"A club huh? Umm, I have much more important things to do. Studying for computer exams. Then my medical exams are next." Andrew thought as he boarded his bike. His house wasn't far from the school, it was a good three mintues ride. About five if he was to walk. "I need foucs on these exams..or else I will never make it collage. If I was to fail, I would never get anywhere. " Although he seem rather relaxed, Andrew was stressing out deep inside

At last, Andrew made it to his home and saw that his Aunt or Uncle wasn't there. They where still at work most likely. After parking his bike, Andrew headed inside and walked into the kitchen after taking his shoes off by the door. There, a note hung on the door of the refrigerator.
"Your uncle and I will be working overtime. If you get hungry, warm up some of the leftovers from last night."
Andrew only shrugged, grabbing a snack before he walked to his room. Finally he was home, In his little heaven of books and technology .

A glare had shone through the boy's glasses as he booted up his computer. " Hum? What's this? There appears to be a little error? Or bug?No worries, I can deal with it and start my studying." Andrew had sat in the chair, smashing the buttons of his keyboard​

 

[Omnimon]

< Ma'alot-Tarshiha , Israel >

After several minutes of running to Ma'alot-Tarshiha, Grace approached a familiar structure that was sitting on the corner in the outskirts of the Kibbutze. The whitewashed walls, and the faded red roof tiles greeted her vision as the storefront sign " Avi Glatt " came into view. Before Grace ran across the street, she stopped and let several military jeeps carrying soldiers to the northern boarder , pass by . Her family had owned and operated a small green grocer shop for generations that sat below her apartment . The store's bell rang as she ran inside to greet her grandmother.

" Savta ! " , Grace called out and smiled broadly as she smelled the familiar odors of home. The bubbling sounds of the Mate that was brewing in the back of the store, and the mental pressures that had followed her, seemed to melt away . Grace scanned the inside of the store quickly, but didn't see any customers shopping nor did she see her grandmother around either.

" Savta ? " Grace called out and this time a reply came quickly , " Grace ! Over here! can you come back here ? I need some help! " , an old voice called out from the back of the store.

Grace quickly moved to the back of the store where she saw a familiar person , with a sun-dried wrinkled face that looked as if she seen a life time's worth of events , hunched over dressed with a purple scarf and black loose garments .

" Grace hon , can you go and open these boxes? I'm getting too old for this . " Zivah remarked " The Galia melons arrived late and Leib like the usual had excuses for his..... " Zivah winced in mid-sentence as she tried to sit down . " Why can't we get a reliable supplier who will deliver goods from the farmer's market to here on time ? "

Grace nodded , but didn't offer up any reply. She knew that this was a rhetorical question and that her grandmother would rant for far too long if she had replied back, for they had gone through several different suppliers in the past few years. All of them were fairly unreliable although it was hard trying to get supplies to this area of the country , given that they were a stone's throw away from a very, very heavily fortified area of the the country .

Grace reached down and then started to tear the boxes open one by one as she continued to listen to her grandmother in silence.

" Thank you hon for the help, I'll go and get the Mate for you hon and please put three Galia melons to the shelf in front of the store ? After your done, I need your help with.... what was that called again ? "

" Email , Savta, Email . " Grace replied softly .

" Ah yes Email , Malkiel called and said that he sent a large order to us as the youths in the barracks outside of the Kibbutze need some fresh vegetables . " Zivah remarked .

" Alright Savta. " Grace replied , as she knew that she was responsible for the electronic online orders that they received from time to time. She had tried to teach her grandmother on how to use a computer over and over , but alas it was a fruitless effort , so Zivah gave the responsibility for online purchases and deliveries to the local army barracks to her.

 

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