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[QUOTE]The room fell silent. Although judging by the state of aforementioned room, it was surprising it didn?t fall down altogether.[/QUOTE] That was awfully funny. Can't wait for the next part. *jumps on the spot*

Self-talking seems popular. My stepfather used that to "demonstrate" I think he and my mother are idiots... I also have a strong tendancy to hijack my own activities, ending up doind something totally different from what I wanted too. ANd I eat my lips and cuticles, but not my nails. Not much anyway.

"Hey man! Isn't that your father over there?" "We have fifty in the back, fifty. Who offers sixty?"

I am actively looking for a co-writer (or at least a devoted assistant) in working on this restarted fiction. While I consider myself a good writer, I am of an appalling incompetence to build and join up storyline, not even talking about endings. The story is also up at [url="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/2146192/1/"]FanfictionNET[/url]. There is a lot to this complex alternate universe, and the main details were posted a while ago, making a search fro "digimon data storm", should unveil the topic that mentions all of the critical informations. Comments and suggestions are encouraged, obviously. -------------------- Chapter 1 [size=3][b]ÖNINOPOHPOXOHQUI - And then I was swept away [/b][/size] [i]Several well-known websites have reported massive server breakdowns in the last few weeks. A code of unknown origin seems to clog data transmission between important servers. Most noticeably, Amazon and the entire Google network have been all but impossible to access for the past twelve hours. Many, if not all, of the most popular free hosting networks also went berserk, deleting large batches of user accounts. Geocities, Lycos, Angelfire and Tripods hostees are desperate, for they are unable to even access their sites to check whether their accounts have been terminated. This new catastrophe is striking the dot-com industries at one of... [/i] A hand reached out and tuned down the sound. It retreated to the mouse and added text to a picture of stylized blooming flowers. Andrea quickly completed the last of her conceptual works to be presented to her boss that afternoon and saved it. She sighed, stretched and reached for her coffee mug. "Alright... A last shot of caffeine before printing." Her shoes brushed on the carpeted floor as she walked out of her cubicle and to the coffee maker and pressed the "espresso" button. The device gurgled happily at being solicited and filled half of her mug. She grimaced, and pressed the button a second time, eventually managing to get her mug mostly filled. Even before she walked back to her cubicle, she noticed the sound. A weird digital rustling that made the hair on the back of her neck stand on end. She looked cautiously inside the walled area, fearing to see some "blue screen of death", and her eyes widened at the techno-nightmare vision showing on her screen. She would have screamed in frustration weren?t it for the fact she had never seen such a bizarre sort of bug. The screen looked like a matrix analyser gone wild, with multicoloured streams of code streaking across it in all directions. The slight pulse made her nauseous and she looked away for a second. She then attempted to use the mouse to close the window or something, but the mouse somehow felt [i]different[/i]. "What the..." the conceptual designer trailed. She slowly turned her head back toward what once had been a perfectly normal laser mouse. It had became wireless and three prominent buttons had appeared on each side. The round part was now much flatter - actually, it was now constituted of a green-grey screen covered with words. She tried the various buttons and the scroll wheels caused the words to change. "No messages", "Encrypt", "Hack" and "Data Storage" went by. The computer's rustling stopped abruptly. It took at least ten seconds for Andrea?s ears to retransmit the info to her brains, and she cautiously turned back at the screen. The data had stopped moving, but a white area had formed and apparently floated over the code. It's shape seemed vaguely familiar, then realization dawned on her like in a B-movie. "No way!" she mumbled. Her world was slowly sinking into insanity. "What do I have to loose?" she asked aloud and put the mouse against the screen to check if the shapes were as identical as they seemed. [i]All lights disappear, Andrea seems paralysed. The view rotates around her until it comes to her face, then it zooms into her right eye where the reflection appears to be herself, still standing in pitch darkness, but leaning forward as if pressing her "mouse" against an invisible vertical surface, then she start plummeting down...[/i] Andrea blinked a first time, then a second, then a third just to be sure. Nope, she quite obviously wasn?t at work anymore. She felt terribly ditzy and sick. A crashing noise came from behind her. She twirled and managed to distinguish some kind of tropical wilderness behind the mist in her eyes. "Okay... No more... coffee for... me." she mumbled before falling to the ground, unconscious. --- Was it a second later? A minute? An hour? She didn?t know and at this point, didn?t care either. She had nearly recovered consciousness, that she knew. [i]All I need to do is open my eyes and I?ll be back in front of my computer. I?ll realize that I have slept a couple of seconds, then I?ll print these concepts, show them to the boss, and be off for the weekend![/i] She smiled. A nice fresh waffle smell was floating in the air and her smile widened, then the almost-into-place puzzle exploded again. "WAFFLES!?" she exclaimed, abruptly sitting up. "Yes, miss, waffles, would you like some?" a male voice casually answered from the next room. She heard a sound she related to a waffle-iron opening with a puff of vapour thrown in for flavour. She got up and wobbled out of the room in a dazed state. The "next room" seemed to be the kitchen. Someone looking like an African shaman from those old cartoons wearing one of those gigantic ethnic masks was conscientiously cutting something, using a meter-long boomerang-shaped sword whose blade was dripping red blood. This scene would have filled many's definition of "odd" and finally managed to snap Andrea out of her trance. She yelled and nearly jumped out of her skin. The masked figure did a good approximation of the same, even adding it?s own personal tweak by launching the sword up. It stuck straight into the stone ceiling. Both kept yelling for a good minute until they simultaneously ran out of air. Andrea struck a pose the best she could. "Don?t get near me! I?m black belt (Which was true) and I?m getting out of here and back to my office!" Her "opponent" put his hands to his hips. Wasn?t it for the mask, she would have sworn he was looking at her amusedly. "How?" His tone probably confirmed her supposition. It took her another ten seconds to fully grasp that she didn?t know where she was, who she was facing or how she got there. Her brain was definitely [i]not[/i] appreciative of espresso today. She groaned and took yet another ten seconds to look over the figure... and really wondered where she actually was. He (from the voice, she could assume it was a he) was covered with short brown fur, his chest and belly's being white. Bandages covered his overgrown wrists. His feet rather looked like animalistic clawed paws, green hair (she could only assume it was hair) and large feathers covered his head, hanging over the upper edge of the mask. She started shaking when her brain finally registered the fact this was certainly not a human being, confirmed by the simple fact this... thing... had a tail. The mist was floating back before her eyes. In the nick of time, she was fainting again and the "thing" rushed to catch her before she crashed on the floor. --- It was starting all over again. She just knew it. At least, this time, she knew, or though she knew, a bit of what to expect. The first thing she noticed was the smell of fruits and waffles. [i]Strawberry... That?s what it was cutting.[/i] Her memory somehow functioned, which was seemingly good news. She moaned and her eyes flickered open. "There, you had me worried for a little while, miss." A rather comforting male voice commented. She decided against looking away. The mask, the same blue, green and red mask she had seen previously. The... person was sitting on a chair by the bed she was in. "Where am I?" she managed to ask. "How long have I been out of it and who are you?" Her anger was slowly building up. "Well, I?ll reply in order." Amazingly, the mask didn?t seem to alter the tone in any way. "You are in Axolotl Node. First time you?ve been out half an hour. Second time around, you?ve been out of it for at least two hours. Apparently all this screaming took its toll on you. And last, but not least, your servant is known as Sepikmon." "Sepik-what? Axol-what?" She refrained herself from yelling and downed her tone to just a bit loud. Her throat still felt sore from that shouting session. "Sepikmon" He looked closer at her and stated, "You?re not from around here." "That would be the understatement of the century. Sepikman, eh? I must still be out cold and I?m dreaming about superheroes or something." The creature tilted its head. Andrea considered it must have been its way of staring. "You [i]definitely[/i] are not from here." He seemed to think a moment. "You are from the Real World!" Andrea glared back at the thing. Of course she was from, and still in the real world, or at least hoped so. However, some insistent grumbling kept her from snapping at her interlocutor. "Oh God, I?m hungry." she muttered. "I?d have guessed so. I had to eat the first serving of waffles after a while, but those are very fresh." He grabbed a tray on the nightstand and put it before her. Andrea glimpsed the furniture in the room was all made of stone but was too hungry to comment. What was his name again? Sepikmon looked at her as she devoured the food. Once she was finished, she sat and tried to walk across the room. This time, aside from a slight wobbling, her legs seemed receptive to orders from her brain. She reached the window on the other side of the room and threw a thin curtain aside. "Oh, dear, this is not Canada." Large palm trees cast shadows over luxurious vegetation where she recognized yuccas and various orchids. A flat paved road was going straight ahead up to a Mayan pyramid. Small stone buildings lined the street. A demented mechanic from some demented mind walked pass the house she was in. Built from stone and wooden parts, it looked like some vehicle driven by two meter-high frogs with a cornet sprouting from their necks. She blinked, then faltered back to the bed and started sobbing. [font=Verdana][size=1][color=red]Please do not forget to rate your thread. From December 1st, any thread that is not rated will simply be closed, so it's a good practice to get into now. I've rated your thread as PG -- to cover anything that might occur in future chapters. If you feel this rating is not correct, PM me with the correct rating and I'll change it for you. -- Lady Asphyxia[/color][/size][/font]

[QUOTE]He exists in a world of his own design. Anything he can imagine, he gets. [/QUOTE] [QUOTE] The world is made to be made. Anyones mind can affect the world, but McKline has had control for so long, it's almost complete.[/QUOTE] This made me think of the movie [URL=http://imdb.com/title/tt0209958/]The Cell[/URL]. The "dream worlds" found in this movie have a very odd ever-changing and shifting idea to them, along with the fact that they are under the control of some sort of mad mind. At the end of "Mindswap", the main character has to pursue his enemy in the "skewed dimension" (or whatever the original name is, I read it in French), a place where no laws exist (including the on that says that no laws exist). It is shaped by the subconscious of the one who enters it or something. This part of the books has an impression of surrealist constant change, which was what I expected from the madman's mind. Options is perhaps the weirdest sci-fi book I've ever read. It has mostly the ame feeling as in the end of Minswap, but with a pretention of keeping the same story going. Very, very odd indeed.

Have you read books by Robert Sheckley? His Options and Mindswap books have material that looks a lot like that RPG in the sense of a weird and ever-changing self-controled world .

According to my profile, I had been a member for 2 years on october 16. Seems farther away, but then I have problems with time in general. I have slowly dwindled away from the forum in the last year, yet I still have a theorical 1.1 post per day o.O Seems like I had some impressive posting sprees in my time. I tend to think the boards have become a bit choked with the idea of post quality, but then I've only recently started to lurk back a bit. It seems a bit to me like everybody has vanished, but I think that's mostly because half of those I remember either don't post here or in the arena (the only two places I browse) or changed their names. I can't stand that. I'm just the kind of person who really *needs* stability. Oh well. If it didn't spark another posting spree, this "rediscovery" made me want to work back on my writing projects (Digimon: Data Storm and a written form of Exodia's Legacy). Oh well, t'was nice to babble away. *goes away a bit depressed*

[quote name='Godelsensei][COLOR=Gray][FONT=Courier New]Quebecois people being rude and self-absorbed (barring Wondershot, of course : P).[/FONT'][/COLOR][/quote] You know, I think I resent that, especially as this is a fairly standard stereotype of the average American form the point of view of many people (and not just in Quebec). :(

Give me a lawyer! I need to kill someone, and I want to kill a lawyer!

I say yes. I say that in our modern society, marriage has lost most of it's religious significance. I say that in our society, traditionnal family cannot be maintained. I say that marriage is nowadays firstly a form of officializing a socially accpepted relationship. I say that people marrying are making a statement that they are ready to build their life togethers. I say that marriage gives social and legal advantages no other form of official union gives (e.g., spouses cannot be forced to witness against each other in criminal affairs.). I say that denying gays the possibility to marrie is to deny them social acceptance. I say that for all these reasons, denying gays the right to marry is immoral and unethical. I say I will not waft in the religious issues. There are two many things already religion didn't foresee into it's system. I have said.

"This is a sure way to recognize a terrorist."

Great! *insert little happy dance here* I come back from Montreal to find this! Fabulous! Sorry for the mindless comment, no sleep for 20 hours will tend to do that to you.

This topic makes me [I]extremely[/I] uncomfortable considering I've been bullied for many years when I was in primary and secondary school. If there's a message bullies attempt to carry it is "Don't be different." I happen to suffer from Asperger syndrom and be an extremely "dorky" type lacking social skills. Well, at least I certainly was as a child. This made me a class-wide target. I ended up litteraly dividing the world in two: The bullies and the indifferent. eh. This doesn't make much sense, does it? Anyway, I was bullied and anybody who says bullied ones do things, eitehr voluntarily or not, is probably not totally wrong. Bullied are by definition [I]different[/I], isolated (another characteristic bullies look for). My suggestions? Don't try to blend in. As much as you want, stay different. Stay calm. Do not ignore. Just stay calm. As long as you don't get the physical stuff you'll be sure to survive them :smirk: I like the blank looks: look at them as if they weren't there. It's extremely unnerving. Be patient. A time comes, it always do, when you get separated definitely from your bullies. Of course, I'm probably an unusual case, so take what you will. That's all I wanted to say.

Well, I'm not american, though it certainly doesn't keep me from wanting to slap Bush around with a celeri (Would be an insult to celeri, but I hate celeri too, so...). Anyway, Deathbug for president and I am presenting you a nice link for you to ponder on. There's a lot of sensible stuff in there and I'm in the mood for heavy discussion anyway :D [URL=http://www.zompist.com/restructure.html]Reconstituting America[/URL] by Mark Rosenfelder

[B]Monster[/B]: [URL=http://www.cardhaus.com/images/Mrd-080.JPG]Dream Clown[/URL] [B]Nickname/Callsign[/B]: Mared of Dryd'n [B]Attribute & Subtype[/B]: Earth/Warrior [B]Affiliation & Rank[/B]: Free lands. Mared is leader of an elite warrior squad (Other warrior sub-types are free to join, I'll complete the list when it becomes necessary ;) ) [B]Reports to[/B]: Mared's squad is under the direct command of general Freed. [B]Weapon/s[/B]: Lightning Sword [B]Weapon Ability[/B]: Mared can call for lightning to fall on the sword, which he can then redirect at another character, pwoering up Thunder type, or (usually) killing Water monsters. [B]Special Ability/Abilities[/B]: Sorry, no idea :( If anybody's got one, I'd be happy to hear it! [B]History[/B]: Mared is a born fighter and infiltrator. His costume is quite versatile and Mared can usually pass off as a monster of any type, but Dark. He frequently pretends to be a Light Spellcaster in order to benefit the good reputation of these magicians. Most of the time, he masquerade as a member of the Holy Fighting order of Neo when on a mission. Mared was born to a urban family, his parents were bakers, but Mared didn't possess the appropriate mindset, being much more reckless, so he engaged in the army, were his prowess lead to his acceptance into the elite squd which he eventually come to direct. He is now an hardened warrior whose mighty sword has ringed the toll for more than a single evil mastermind.

"Electric Thread!" Just as he grabbed the dvice hanging at his side, something hit him in the side, throwing him off and benumbing him. He groaned. A Kunemon had climbed down from the bridge's superstructure and hit him with his attack. Trying to ignore the absence of feelings from his body, Tycho guided his arm to his blaster and fired, hitting the rookie in the side. It yelled as it tumbled down. In an instant, Tycho was up, backing against a car. He scanned around and saw several kunemon also climbing from underside the bridge. He fired at the edge to make them back up and snatched his digital reader. There were at least a dozen around. *** "Tempo Spin!" A volley of red light arrows crashed down on Dokugumon. The Digimon groaned, but didn't seem too shacked. It sent another attack at Chronomon, you dodged by jumping hugh and grabbing a wire. "Better luck next time." Then he tried to slide down, but that proved useless. He was stuck there. He sweatdropped. "Oh, bugger!" He glanced as the smirking spider prepared to jump at him too. "Chronomon! Watch out! There's some sort of high-energy digital field building up!" Tycho called at him. [i]Great! As if we weren't already in trouble. Well, ugly big, you asked for it![/i] He unfurled is tail into a circle, who immediately started to glow a bright yellow color. Then the insect digimon jumped. It never got it's intended destination as an large portal opened between them. "TIMELINE!" Chronomon announced as the giant spider was sent to an alternate timeline of unknown nature. He sighed. "Now to get down..."

"You know? It's not as bad as I though." Chronomon said, as he caught a swinging wire about to cut them in half. "It's just a lot of climbing and walking round objects." "Told you." Tycho retorted as he jumped off a smashed car. Chronomon glanced over the railing bordering the bridge. "Ugh. There's a dead body hanging there." He remarked. "What?" Tycho ran to the edge, unconsciously the suit's blending mode. His friend was right, arachnean filth hung to the whole underside of the humongous structure, and a half decomposed body was attached to it. Tycho didn't want to examine the rest on the underbridge. This spelt trouble in big red luminous letters. "I say we be extra careful from now on." He whispered. "Why? We've seen worse before." Chronomon pointed out. He picked a steel fragment from the ground. "Remember the dogs of Alicante?" The humanoid digimon completed his figure by mimicking twisting a neck on the metal, eliciting a harsh grinding noise. Tycho cringed and glared at him. "Stop making n-" Tycho didn't get to finish his sentence as a large hole in the span blasted out. An impressively sized spider emerged from it. Tycho didn't recognise it but knew they were in trouble. "Poison Thread!" The dark insect digimon aimed it's attack at Chronomon. Either it hadn't noticed Tycho or it didn't though he was a threat. The human reached for his digital reader.

"18 month. It's been nearly two years." Tycho looked up at the rising moon. "Uh?" Chronomon blinked. "We've been wandering for abouttwo years." Tycho explained. "How come you suddenly can tell me that?" Chronomon asked. "The moon. I counted the new moons, because there is one a month." Tycho pointed up. "Oh... I don't think I could have done that in the Digital World, the moon is always full there. At least, it was in the region I lived in." They had now reached the Tagus river. "Uh, Tycho? I know I can jump a hundred yard long, but I think a kilometer is a bit too much for me." Tycho pointed to his left to an old, dammaged and crippled suspension bridge "Oh." As Tycho started to climb up a pile of destroyed concrete slabs, he felt a large hand grabbing him by his neck. "Hold on, little man. This is a kilometer-long bridges, ready to crumble down with bits falling regularly from like rain, and you seriously expect us to cross it??" "Unless you have a better idea." Tycho pointed to the north, where the ruins of another bridge were visible "The other bridge was destroyed when Plesiomon came to Lisbon. Didn't like the taste of steel trusses, or something." The digimon stopped ranting a moment to blankly star at the fragments of what used to be one of the longuest bridges of Europe. "Well, that doesn't change my opinion. I'm sure crossing with a boat or anything would be safer than... Hey? Tycho!" Tycho had finished climbing and was happily advancing between the concrete piers. "Oh, Shitmon! I hate it when he does that." He cursed. Two jump later, he was next to the human. "Sometimes I wonders just why I'm following you..." He said, cautiously stepping over a twisted girder. "Probably because it's good for your own sanity to have a nice conversation from times to times with someone who isn't going to try to kill you the next second."

[I]Why haven't anybody ever told me Venice was built on Water?[/I] - my sister [SIZE=1]I like to say my sister is the person with the less common sense on this face of the planet, this particular quote always has me chuckling, because it is so characteristic of her. I recall a long and painful argument with her because she kept teling me a foetus grows inside the placenta [/SIZE] :sweat: [I]Two things are infinite: the universe and human stupidity; and I'm not sure about the the universe.[/I] - Albert Einstein. [SIZE=1]Each day, this quote strikes me as truer. It goes so well with my general theorie that humanity is basically stupid and egoist.[/SIZE]

Tycho dropped down next to a Kokuwamon. The metallic insect didn't seem to notice him. He crouched and waved a hand in front of the digimon's eye. No reaction. Of course, the fact his eyes were made out of small lightbulbs might have accounted for the lack of [B]visible[/B] reaction. [i]Hypnotic trance?[/i] He turned at Chronomon and punched him softly in the side. Nothing. He looked up at his friend and sighed. [I]God, forgives me...[/I] He fire a burst of plasma next to his foot. The light burst and singe from the overly hot plasma startled Chronomon out of his transe. In less than a fraction of a second, his hand was holding Tycho up by his throat and a deep rumbling was escaping the digimon's throat. [I]Great idea, Tycho, really...[/I] Then his eyes softened and his hold opened ( :flaming: Can't get the right word!... Oh yeah, roleplay :sweat: ). "Tycho?! What happened? What are you doing here?" He asked, looking around. "Don't look at it!" Tycho warned him as he was sat back on the ground. "I'd prefer not do this again." "Oh! I don't know what came over me." Chronomon excused himself. "Na, don't worry Chro. I should have expected that." Tycho said, pulling the large doglike digimon outside the ruin circle. "What happened?" "Oh yeah. Well, apparently, that thing, I think it's a Destiny Stone, seems to put digimon around in some sort of trance." He tried to explain. "A destiny stone? I doubt it. They're supposed to keep the digiworld stable. I don't think they'd have survived the merging." Chronomon replied. "Anyway. Whatever it is, it think it holds corrupted data. I'd have tested it's reaction if it wasn't for that. But I don't want to see the possible result, so I humbly suggest we set out before some Digimon tries to digivolve with it. We were supposed to depart for Setúbal, weren't we?" "Yeah. I recall we found some help there last time. What do you reckone happened to Joao and Ryudramon?" Chronomon asked. "I'm not sure I want to find out, you know." Tycho sighed. "I've lost too many friend since... How long was it?" They walked away in the fading sun with that question still hanging in the air.

Heard yesterday by a friend: "In the beginning, God was the Verb -- And Jesus the direct object." Best Heresy I've heard in a while.

OOC: Well, tycho's material was recuperated before the wars, but I don,t see why some organizations couldn't keep some level of technic and science (especially in the armoury field) up. I do think ANtigrav technology is definitely too advanced, though... ----------------------------------- Nothing on the right. Nothing on the other side. Nothing on the left. Tycho blinked, and looked down. Chronomon was standing 5 feet away from the wall of the building. He slapped his forehead, then resumed his observation. The digimon looked to be glazing peacefully at the slightly glowing rock. Tycho shook his head and grabbed a cushion. [i]Sorry, pal...[/i] With that though, he dropped it on the armored head. Unofrtunately, it didn't seem to stir so much as a blink of an eye. Tycho sweatdropped. He leaned over and called. "Chro? Chro can you hear me?" Apparently not. None seemed to notice him. Tycho blinked some more and glanced at the stone. It was now surrounded by a 4 feet diameter of grass. Blue grass. "Must be some corrupted data. I'm better get Chronomon out of there." he muttered With that he switched the suit to Post-It mode and began to climb down the wall.

Tycho climbed the stair of a nearby house, stumbling nervously as he went on. [i]Chro, were are you?[/i] Reaching the top, he entered a north-sided room, coughing into the dust cloud he sent in the air as he walked. What looked like a pile of ragged, mouldy cushion sat into a corner. He dragged it toward the ash-smeared window, sat on it and pulled his reader to his face. The signal was still strong as ever, and surrounding by a flock of less powerful signals. [i]Damnit! I can't distinguish him![/i] Tycho rubbed the glass panel until he could see something and his eyes widened. A large zone of house had been destroyed, as if a bomb had exploded. Tycho could saw the remains of what seemed to be a grocery store. But what really thre him off were the Digimons, dozens of them, surrounding a mass of something brilliantly twinkling. Tycho adjusted the goggle's filters and noticed it was some translucent diamond-like matter, shaped in a very rough pyramid. [i]Is this it? A destiny Stone??[/i] The matters around the stone seemed o transform constantly, turning into data back and forth. Tycho shook his head, now was not the time to think about his old research,. he needed to locate Chronomon. His eyes scanned the growing masses of digimon. Some of them, he noticed, were occupied into killing some humans, but all seemed enthralled by the vision of the Stone. [i]C'mon Chro... Were are you?[/i] He switched his goggle in telescopic mode.

The street was cracked and the buildings ready to collapse. Yet Tycho distinctly heard yells and warnings as they approched. He sighed. He could feel their looks on his neck and Chro's nervosity. "Calm down, Chro." He trieds to reassure his friend as they went round an old overturned tramway car. "But I feel something... Wrong..." Tycho looked at his friend and noticed a short shiver. [i]This is not good.[/i] The man snatched his digital reader. A flock of signals were surrounding them. A buzzing sound was heard as a gigantic yellowish dragonfly flew overhead. Tycho jumped under the cover of the tram. The digimon, which Tycho identified as a Yanmamon, didn't notice them. A red and black serpentine form then followed, and a flock of small pink bird digimon. "Whatever it is, it draws digimon to it." Tycho noted. "What do you think Chro?" Nothing. "Chro?!" Tycho called. He drilled his look in the window where the digimon's dark silhouette was still visible a second ago.

"What's that?" a deep voice asked. "A library. At least I think it used to be one" another voice answered from the darkness. A gust of wind pushed some reaped pages past them. "And what is a library?" a large purple-furred humanoid creature asked. A rat suddenly ran out of a large pile of book that collapsed across his way. He walked over it. A man followed suit, climbing over, than sliding down the mass of paper. "A center of knowledge. Full of books to read." He tried to remember the last time he'd went to a library. A least a dozen years ago. He picked up a book, a portuguese novel titled "All the Names". He wondered what had happened to the author. If his house had been brought down in some battle, or if he was now dead in the hands of starvation. He probably never got a grave, outside the rubbles of some building. "Tycho, come on. I don't think there's anything of interest here." The digimon said. "Yes. Memories." Tycho whispered to himself. [i]I can't believe these are going lost.[/i] He grabbed a three branch and started climbing down through the 2-stories tall hole. A voice suddenly boomed from the lobby. "Who's there?" it yelled in portuguese. Tycho freezed, activating the suit's mirror mode. "The librarian." He whispered. The scientist looked back down to see a famelic man holding an antique and cracked codebar reader as if it had been a dangerous weapon. "They come here!" The man yelled again. "They steal the books and they figure I don't know!" He seemed completely crazy. "They take them so they can burn them! But I know! I know of each and every book thay've taken! I know for the Illyad, and I know for the Shakespeares!" Tycho rolled his eyes at the man continued ranting and jumped down behind a bookshelf. The man reacted immediately and a laser ray came at him. Tycho crouched and started running alongside it. Shot book fell down around him, a bit more singed on the edges. Tycho puched a book row down the shelf behind and hid there, leaving the old man to shoot at the closer shelf. Chronomon looked down at the man. He didn't know what was a librarian, but he hoped there weren't too much of them. Shifting his look, he watched Tycho get under cover and signal to him. "Don't kill him." He mouthed. [i]Sure. Let's just not kill the man who just tried to shoot you.[/i] He shook his head. Sometime he really didn't understand people. [i]Oh well.[/i] He looked around for a missile and found a small Portuguese-German dictionnary. The old man kept firing at whatever was moving in the shelf. He had already kiled three rats, a pigeon (Tycho made a mental note to take it before they leave.), and at least 2 years worth of old newspapers. The pages flew everywhere and he wondered how the man managed to shoot through that. Then a loud crashing preceded with wood cracking and leave rustling came to him. The shooting stopped for a second before a short "thud" followed by a louder one were heard. Tycho looked around the corner to see the man on the ground and a smug-looking Chronomon walking toward him. He rolled his eyes. "What did you nail him with?" He asked. "Advanced German, I think." The digimon answered. Tycho noted the edge-shaped mark in the forehead of the man. "Let's go." They walked toward what had been an entrance to Lisbon's Public Library and glanced for danger. A faint sound of fado music could be heard. Tycho held up his Digital Reader. "A digimon, probably a rookie, 300 meters to the north, the tree inside is digital. An unknown, but strong signal 450 meters to the east." "I say we get a look at that unknown signal."