Tucking herself under Cadan’s arm, she hoists both herself and her would-be saviour upright, stumbling a little under the deadweight but managing to stay afoot. “So where exactly are we running away to?”
tapping her long fingernail against Commandramon’s gun as she passes, stopping to crouch down to give a weak attempt at pulling the strange unconscious man into a sitting position. “If you squeeze it, it goes bang, and the monster dies. You need a covert guy to tell you that?”
knows there’s nothing she can do. It was pure luck that Phascomon had known what to do. With a sigh, she cricks her neck and turns on her heels, making her way over to where the strange man and his dinosaur had landed.
“You know that thing has a trigger, right?” She says,
For a second, Naomi turns to face the sleeping digimon, allowing Phascomon to twist in her grasp and clamour up her arm again. She has no clue how she’s managed to get herself wrapped up in this; but she doesn’t feel comfortable leaving this thing to roam the street.
Still, she
laboured breathing becoming it’s only sign of life. Naomi freezes as she notices that the Digimon has falling asleep, before a shit-eating grin spreads across her face. “That’s my girl!” She cheers, pulling Phascomon close to her chest in a hug. Looking back over her shoulder,
tumbles from its mouth. Unnoticed by Naomi, the screen of her digivice flashes with the words ‘Evil Snore.”
With each passing second, the Rare Raremon’s oozing journey gets slowler, it’s movements becoming lethargic and heavy, the mass of eyes dotting it’s body falling shut,
don’t have to be scared of us.”
In an offering of comraderie, Naomi holds Phascomon up to Rare Raremon at arms length, the Digimon hanging limply from her grasp like a teddy bear. Phascomon just stares at the monster, eyes faintly glowing as a soft, garbled, unfamiliar language
Alleyway. “Uh…” The fear is heavy in her voice, arms trembling as she squeezes Phascomon tightly, the small beast blinking awake, it’s eyes falling on the nightmarish sight before them, growling lowly. “Easy, now… Nice abomination… You’re a Digimon, right? So is my friend. You
Another frightened yelp pierces the air as Naomi sees the men, who, were the world in any way fair towards her, would serve as her protectors are blown past her. Scrambling to her feet, she scoops Phascomon into her arms, slowly stepping back as the Rare Raremen oozes down the
“Phascomon, look alive, girl,” She snaps her fingers in front of her partner’s face, looking up at the man with a forced smile. “Give her a second.”
Tamagotchi thing told me that Phascomon has moves. Phascomon, you need to fight!” Naomi begins clicking wildly on the buttons of her digivice, noticing after a moment that Phascomon hasn’t budged. She looks down to find her partner snoozing peacefully.
monstrosity completely alien to her. She doesn’t snap back to reality until the explosion goes off, and she almost loses her balance as she stumbles backwards, shaking her head wildly.
“Wait, I think I can help!” She says, blatantly ignoring the other’s words. “My little
there, by now. The next thing is frustration. She hadn’t interfered with a covert anything! It wasn’t her fault that he’d chosen to be covert on her route home.
She feels all of this and just stares at the Raremon, not sure if she’s actually processing what she’s seeing, such
For a few seconds, time stops for Naomi, and she can only stand frozen in a mix of shock, fear and dismay - all at once, she feels every ache settle in from a days worth of rehearsal, a tiredness settle upon her shoulders. She wished she was home. If not for this, she’d almost be
and threatening unarmed women with military grade weapons.”
She takes a deep breath, unclipping her digivice from her belt and holding it up. “I’m not a “tamer, “or whatever it is you said. I don’t even know what that means. I’m just walking home from work.”
stopping for a breath. Panting, she takes a hesitant step towards the two, keeping her eyes on Cadan in an attempt to pretend the gun wasn’t there. “I’m chasing you because I’m concerned about your sanity, because you’re wandering the street at night and running away from ghosts