Son of a Beach (Prim)

[nicholas]

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[atrb=cellpadding,10][atrb=bgcolor,FFFFFF][atrb=style,padding: 10 10 10 10][style=font-family: tahoma; color: 666666; font-size: 11px; text-align: justify; letter-spacing: 1px] Black. All Nicholas could see was black. As soon as he opened that strange e-mail, it seemed he had fallen unconscious. What the heck happened? Did he fall into a coma? Did some pop-up give him a seizure? Cyber-Anthrax? Whatever had happened, Nicholas was distracted from unconscious by meditation by a sudden influx of senses. Curiously enough, something smelled salty. He could hear the sounds of pounding waves, as well as a lot of warmth . . . sun? Waves? Was he on some kind of beach? No, that's impossible. He was on his computer just seconds ago, and if he had woken up somewhere it would probably be in his bed. Not on some beach. Another sense decided to make itself known: touch. A dull throbbing in his side alerted Nick to the fact that he was being headbutted. "Wake up! Its me!" That voice . . . it sounded both familiar and completely alien. It grumbled like that of a dinosaur, but also sounded as innocent as the youngest of children. For a while Nicholas believed he was having some kind of coma dream, and continued to lie there to see how it played out. But the strange voice seemed insistent on waking him up. The next headbutt was sharper, the voice more pleading. "GameMasterNicky, its me! Its been so long! Wake up!" The heck? He hadn't used that alias in years. He racked his brain to try and remember where he had last used it, slowly opening his eyes as he did so. The world faded into view, a sunny sky above Nick's head. He looked to his left: nothing but surf and shore. So he WAS on a beach: this had to be a dream. Then why did it feel so real? He turned to the right, expecting to see more sand. Instead, he noticed a giant, red dinosaur with a silly smile. Wait, WHAT!? Nicholas scrambled back a little in surprise, looking worriedly at the dinosaur. "W-What ARE you?" It was tall, at least the size of a large teen or short adult. It appeared to either have horns or bat wings on its head, its body was covered in black stripes, and there seemed to be a nuclear radiation symbol on its stomach. However, there was no malice or hunger in its eyes. In fact, it almost seemed a little hurt by Nicholas' reaction. "Its me, Guilmon! Don't you remember? We went on all those adventures together years ago!" The realization made Nicholas' jaw drop. His handle was from when he was 9, when he started playing a certain game. The familiar-looking dinosaur was his in-game partner. This beach? The game's starting location. "T-This is unreal . . . I can't believe it." "But you gotta believe it, GameMasterNicky!" Guilmon pleaded. "You're back! Now we can have fun again just like old times!" The poor, confused boy looked up at his partner, still trying to process all of this information. Everything seemed so familiar, but at the same time so strange and fantastic. Digimon was just some game: how the heck was he inside some actual Digital World? [/style] [style= text-align: center; font-family: verdana; letter-spacing; 1px; color: 666666; font-size: 8px]TAGS whomever COUNT however many NOTES you can write whatever here.[/style][/classy] [style= text-align: center; font-family: verdana; letter-spacing; 1px; color: 666666; font-size: 8px]coded by JIN[/style]

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[primrose]

[atrb=cellpadding,20,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=rules,none,true][atrb=style,background:#333;width:338px;text-align:center;border:#1a1a1a 5px solid;font-family:helvetica;][STYLE=border:2px solid #494949;width:100px;padding:3px;background:#efefef;display:inline-block;margin:0 2px 4px 0;][/style][STYLE=border:2px solid #494949;width:100px;padding:3px;background:#efefef;display:inline-block;margin:0 2px 4px;][/style][STYLE=border:2px solid #494949;width:100px;padding:3px;background:#efefef;display:inline-block;margin:0 0 4px 2px;][/style][STYLE=border:2px solid #494949;background:#efefef;padding:10px;font-size:9px;text-align:justify;color:#4c4c4c;max-height:200px;overflow:auto;]Primrose decided right there and then that she must not be a morning person. It seemed as thought the sun was shining directing right into her eyes and she gave a sound of protest and moved to block the sun. "Oh no, are you okay Miss Rose? You really should wake up before the sun damages your skin." What a peculiar odd little voice it sounded so cute and familiar. Primrose opened her eyes her curiosity getting the better of her and opened to see a pink little... thing. "Wh-What are you?" Primrose asked. It looked like a talking flower. The thought didn't surprise Primrose too much. She'd dreamt up much weirder things before and frankly this adorable little flower, was on the bottom of the weird scale. "My name's Lalamon! We're partners!" The little flower said jumping up and down a few times before spinning and walking toward Primrose. The pink haired girl sat up and rubbed the sleep from her eyes as she watched the little plant thing. "Partners? That actually sounds kind of fun! Well... what do partners do Lalamon?" Primrose asked a confused look on her face as she looked around her. So she was on a beach, that confirmed why the air smelt as salty as it did. It was odd since Primrose and her Aunt didn't live anywhere near the ocean, but Primrose didn't want to come to any conclusions quite yet. "I..I'm not sure right now, Miss Rose. The first area of business might be best to gather our surroundings!" Lalamon said raising a little hand and giving as much of a determined face as the little thing could manage. Primrose smiled and nodded. "Alright. Feel free to call my Prim or just Rose. Lady makes me feel all old you know!" Prim said with a laugh. The small little creature nodded and watched as Primrose stood up and brushed sand from any crevice in her dress and regained her balance. "Why don't we walk by the shore?" Prim suggested and Lalamon nodded as human and creature walked side by side. "Lalamon why dont we play a game! Games are so fun! That way we can get to know each other a little bit better!" Prim suggeted and the little flower bud nodded excitedly. "Alright. I'll start. My name is Lalamon! I'm a digimon!" She shouted with an excited tone. Prim blinked and looked down at the little flower. Digimon? Like the computer game? Digital Monsters? But that was just a game. Was she dreaming after all, or was it a Gamer's best wish come true? Was she possibly really living inside a game? Deciding not to bother on it too long she walked around and saw to figures. "Oh look! There's someone there! Let's see if they need help, Lalamon!" Prim said with a tone of urgency that sent the little plant scurrying off after the pink haired woman happily. [/style][STYLE=border:2px solid #494949;background:#efefef;padding:3px;font-size:9px;text-align:center;color:#4c4c4c;margin-top:4px;]words 489   tagsCrash/Twin   credit table by greyson of btn notes note note note note note[/style]

[nicholas]

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[atrb=cellpadding,10][atrb=bgcolor,FFFFFF][atrb=style,padding: 10 10 10 10][style=font-family: tahoma; color: 666666; font-size: 11px; text-align: justify; letter-spacing: 1px] Guilmon and Nick continued to walk across the beach, the boy in a deep state of thought. "This is so unreal. I have to be dreaming . . . " he muttered. "How do I know you're the same Guilmon I knew from years ago?" The Guilmon looked at him somewhat sadly. "You have to remember me!" he pleaded, giving a puppy-dog look at Nick. From a dinosaur taller than he was this looked strangely comedic. "Check your pocket! Maybe you still have your Digivice on you!" "Digi-wha?" Nicholas' confusion was tangible, yet he felt compelled to root through his pockets anyway. Not that he had any digi-whatevers in there: all he had was his phone, which was right in his left pocket. He reached a hand in, feeling for its familiar shape, only to pull his hand back in surprise. His phone was gone: in its place was a handheld device that looked almost like a Tamagotchi. A small LED image of a dinosaur was on screen. For a while Nick stared at it, disbelieving, only to be interrupted by a flying tackle hug. "You do have it!" the Guilmon cheerily declared, nearly bowling his partner over. "I told you it was there! I told you!" Letting go (and leaving a very dazed Nick to almost fall over,) he looked at his partner once more. That'll help you remember, right? Right?" The boy looked at his new dragon companion. His voice was so earnest and hopeful: dismissing him as some delusion just didn't sit well at Nick at all. And the creature hadn't told any lies so far: there was a Digivice in his pocket, after all. This entire situation did make him feel a strange nostalgia: memories of starting the game on this very beach flooded his mind. Slowly, a smile started to creep across Nicholas' face. "I remember now, Guilmon. It . . . its been so long, and its great to see you again." The silly grin on Guilmon's face said it all: he was ecstatic. "Yay! I knew you'd remember, I knew it!" However, his celebration was quickly cut short. The red dinosaur quickly stopped and looked on the horizon, batlike ears perked up. "Wait," he commented. "I think I hear people." He scanned the area, turning his head left and right before his eyes focused on two distant figures. The first was a humanoid shape, while the second looked small and rounded. "New friends~!" the Guilmon cheerfully deduced, grabbing Nicholas by the wrist and running off. "Lets go meet them!" Before Nicky knew what was happening, he was being dragged off at surprisingly fast speeds by a lumbering red dinosaur toward a pair of perfect strangers. Something in the back of his head told him to get used to it, and that it'd be happening more than he could imagine. [/style] [style= text-align: center; font-family: verdana; letter-spacing; 1px; color: 666666; font-size: 8px]TAGS whomever COUNT however many NOTES you can write whatever here.[/style][/classy] [style= text-align: center; font-family: verdana; letter-spacing; 1px; color: 666666; font-size: 8px]coded by JIN[/style]

[atrb=height,130][atrb=bgcolor,26609E][style=height:100px; width: 100px; border: 2px solid #000000; margin-left: 10px; text-align:left; float: left][/style][style=height:75px; width:75px; border: 2px solid #000000; margin-left: 10px; margin-top: 26px; text-align:left; float: left][/style][style=text-align: right; font-family: georgia; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: right; font-size: 18px; color: FFFFFF; padding: 5px; float:right]Will any choice that we make matter at all?[/style]

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[primrose]

[atrb=cellpadding,20,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=rules,none,true][atrb=style,background:#333;width:338px;text-align:center;border:#1a1a1a 5px solid;font-family:helvetica;][STYLE=border:2px solid #494949;width:100px;padding:3px;background:#efefef;display:inline-block;margin:0 2px 4px 0;][/style][STYLE=border:2px solid #494949;width:100px;padding:3px;background:#efefef;display:inline-block;margin:0 2px 4px;][/style][STYLE=border:2px solid #494949;width:100px;padding:3px;background:#efefef;display:inline-block;margin:0 0 4px 2px;][/style][STYLE=border:2px solid #494949;background:#efefef;padding:10px;font-size:9px;text-align:justify;color:#4c4c4c;max-height:200px;overflow:auto;] Primrose's woIrry had been centered on people being hurt. But once she saw two people, on seemed to be human like her, and another was another creature. Was it a Digimon like Lalamon? They looked so... different. "Lalamon? Is that another Digimon?" Prim asked Lalamon and the flower nodded. "Yes, that's Guilmon. I dont know who his partner is but that's definitely Guilmon. And they're definetly okay if they're running this way." Lalamon said crossing her arms as much as she could. Primrose smiled and and waved her hand in the air as a greeting. "Well then, why dont we meet some friends, it'l be easier to find out what we need to do!" Primrose said with an excited smile that Lalamon couldn't help but smile and follow the other. Primrose was determined to meet another person. "Hi there! My name's Primrose Couture! Nice to meet you!" Prim said starting off with her introductions as was proper. "This is Lalamon. I just found myself washed up here. Are you familiar with this place by any chance? I'm ... well I'm a little lost." Primrose said rubbing the back of her head as she gave a nervous giggle. She tended to get lost quite a bit even in her own neighborhood. She'd get lost in her own surroundings and more often than not stare around her and start to cry cause she had no clue where she was. But Lalamon was here and this Guilmon and this boy. So she wasn't on her own this time. [/style][STYLE=border:2px solid #494949;background:#efefef;padding:3px;font-size:9px;text-align:center;color:#4c4c4c;margin-top:4px;]words 489   tagsCrash/Twin   credit table by greyson of btn notes note note note note note[/style]

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[nicholas]

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[atrb=cellpadding,10][atrb=bgcolor,FFFFFF][atrb=style,padding: 10 10 10 10][style=font-family: tahoma; color: 666666; font-size: 11px; text-align: justify; letter-spacing: 1px] Guilmon cheerfully ran up to Primrose and Lalamon, waving. Nicholas was still being dragged behind him, stumbling as he tried to keep pace with the dinosaur. Eventually Guilmon skidded to a stop, Nicholas sighing with relief as this crazy train pulled into a stop. "Hi!" he cheerfully declared, voice oddly high and childlike for a big dinosaur. "I'm Guilmon, and this is GameMasterNicky!" At this point Nicholas' face flushed with embarrassment, the boy realizing he forgot to correct the little issue of names. "H-he means Nicholas," the boy said. "That was just my username as a kid. Nice to meet you." His face was scarlet: of course, the first person he meets in this new world and he already gets embarrassed. "You have two names? That's so cool! I'm just Guilmon. For now." Fortunately, before his partner ended up launching into a tangent Nicholas found a way to change the subject. "You're lost?" he asked, still blushing slightly from his prior embarrassment. "That makes two of us. I know we're on a beach of some sort, but that's about all I'm sure of. Maybe I can try to help you out?" At this point, Guilmon suddenly stopped and pointed a clawed finger far into the horizon. "We're on File Island! The city should be somewhere over there, but its a long walk. Just don't go too north because then you'll hit the Freezelands and I do NOT want to go to the Freezelands." For a brief while Nicholas looked at Guilmon, surprised. That seemed . . . awfully intelligent for such a childish creature. But as a native of this Digital World, he probably knew way more than any of the humans did about the Digital World. [/style] [style= text-align: center; font-family: verdana; letter-spacing; 1px; color: 666666; font-size: 8px]TAGS whomever COUNT however many NOTES you can write whatever here.[/style][/classy] [style= text-align: center; font-family: verdana; letter-spacing; 1px; color: 666666; font-size: 8px]coded by JIN[/style]

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[primrose]

[atrb=cellpadding,20,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=rules,none,true][atrb=style,background:#333;width:338px;text-align:center;border:#1a1a1a 5px solid;font-family:helvetica;][STYLE=border:2px solid #494949;width:100px;padding:3px;background:#efefef;display:inline-block;margin:0 2px 4px 0;][/style][STYLE=border:2px solid #494949;width:100px;padding:3px;background:#efefef;display:inline-block;margin:0 2px 4px;][/style][STYLE=border:2px solid #494949;width:100px;padding:3px;background:#efefef;display:inline-block;margin:0 0 4px 2px;][/style][STYLE=border:2px solid #494949;background:#efefef;padding:10px;font-size:9px;text-align:justify;color:#4c4c4c;max-height:200px;overflow:auto;]Human and Digimon travelled across the beach before meeting with the other human and digimon. Prim smiled as introductions were made and curtsied lightly to both Guilmon and Nick. She'd already nicknamed him and looked down at Lalamon who did her own cute little curtsy. Prim giggled and looked back at the two. "Well its very nice to meet you two! You can just call me Prim Guilmon! No one calls me by my last name. Its just a formality!" Primrose said with an incredibly sweet smile as she looked toward Nicholas this time. "Can I call you Nick?" She asked, "I usually give all my friends little nicknames and I bet we'll be good friends!" Primrose said making her logic seem clear as a bell. "Well if we really are lost, it'd probably be better that we don't travel in a group so we're easy to spot!" Prim said a rare serious look crossing her face as she pondered on the best way to find a place to gather their bearings. "Well, Rose, Guilmon has a point in heading to the city if you want information. Its probably the best place to ask the other Digimon for help and what you're supposed to do!" Lalamon said and Prim nodded. "It may be a long walk but why dont we make our way there?" Primrose asked seeing as it seemed like the only reasonable situation on their hands. [/style][STYLE=border:2px solid #494949;background:#efefef;padding:3px;font-size:9px;text-align:center;color:#4c4c4c;margin-top:4px;]words 489   tagsCrash/Twin   credit table by greyson of btn notes note note note note note[/style]

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