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[semi-open] experience is a brutal teacher

Who: Forte, Biyomon, and some rabble-rousing NPC Digimon.
What: A brawl. Or well, to be more strictly accurate, a beating and an accidental attempt at Digivolution.
Where: Outside the Metal Factory.
When: During the True Form event.

In hindsight, Biyomon thinks, letting Forte wander wherever he pleased was a downright terrible idea. Because of course they'd run straight into a pack of territorial, hostile Digimon which were idiots who didn't give a damn if the ones they were ganging up on were a Chosen and his partner.

It'd been a few days since the morning his Chosen woken up, lost a good chuck of his foul temper, and stopped bothering with sleep altogether. Which, coupled with the fact that his frowning wasn't quite so severe, was a bit of an improvement, Biyomon could admit. But that didn't change the routine of the harsh training Forte put them both through, or his daily, relentless roaming of the surrounding areas in order to explore.

It was on one such expedition, the crisp stillness of morning beginning to ease into the heat of the afternoon, that Biyomon attempted to engage in a somewhat one-sided argument with him: it was a difficult endeavor, given how little Forte spoke in return.

"—You need to go buy some human clothes. Look, what you've got right now is fine, Forte, but that outfit's not gonna last for the entire time you're here."

After a few minutes of silence, Forte grunted.

"... I have no need for such things."

"You didn't have any problems with stealing that cloak! What's the difference between that and a couple of T-shirts?" The pink bird Digimon following him squawked, fuming with concern.

"Irritating creature... that is not your business. Be quiet, if you are capable of that much."

In the midst of curtailing the desire to viciously kick Biyomon into the next server or throttle him to stop the constant stream of background chatter (because Biyomon was, by all accounts, the only way he could gain a semblance of power here and he couldn't bring himself to damage his own chances by flying off the handle), it's then Forte abruptly slows for a moment, then continues walking. He'd heard something. The field they were trekking across, scattered with mechanical spare parts, was no longer empty of anybody but them.

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"Well, well, well. What have we here boys?"

The voice was surprisingly gruff given it's source. A shiny looking Kokuwamon appeared standing on what appeared to be a chunk of broken wall. Another one stood on the ground at his side with sparks fizzing off her claws.

"Looks like some trespassers in our territory boss." She snarled in a tinny scratchy voice that provided a sharp contrast to the first one.

Suddenly, what had previously appeared to be some broken machine parts scattered in the grass sprang to life. Three Solarmon hovered around the chosen and his partner with malice filled grins on their rusted and tarnished metal faces. They had become surrounded in a matter of seconds!

Edited 2014-02-14 22:24 (UTC)

Floating in place, Forte stops when the sound of the first voice grates on his ears as the Kokuwamon clambers to the top of a broken slab of rubble, followed by the second, more irritating voice's appearance, and observes the unfolding situation over the rim of his cloak. His eyes narrow.

Sometimes it took so little to remember that the world was really no different from the Undernet. Just less open about it.

"What?"

Unlike his partner, Biyomon is not so unfazed by the ring of mechanical and unfriendly Digimon who had lost no time in surrounding them. Bristling, he lands next to Forte and lifts up his claws defensively, looking from the Kokuwamon to the Solarmon. "Hey, what's the deal with you guys! It's not like this place's got your name stamped on it or anything! What do you want?"

"Ya know...that ain't a bad idea." The second Kokuwamon commented and the first looked thoughtful, stroking the underside of his square head before giving a nod.

"Make a note, we'll get some markers and write our names on the walls."

The trio of Solarmon cheered and then stopped abruptly glaring at the duo of trespassers once again.

"But first, we gotta deal with this solicitor! We have a very strict policy."

"Uh..." Biyomon blinked, rather confused by that sudden see-saw of the atmosphere. So they wanted to deal with them in a way that aligned with their 'strict policy,' which the pink Digimon was perfectly capable of translating into them wanting a fight. Under his breath, he wondered; "What's a solicitor?"

His partner did not reply. He glared at the bunch of Solarmon, chest feathers puffing up.

"How about you nicely make an exception this time, and let us be on our way, you... y-you bunch of junk data?"

Forte, his face hidden from view by his cloak, started to smile. His hands curled together. Because if nothing else, he truly enjoyed fighting and this was going to result in a fight. Running away wasn't in the cards. Besides, he needed to get a good measure of how much damage he could inflict on a Digimon.

The Kokuwamon leader reeled from the comment.

"Junk Data? JUNK DATA!? Alright boys why don't we show these losers what JUNK DATA can do!" He was so mad he stomped his little feet and sparks crackled off the top of his head.

Taking his command the Solarmon all called out "Soul Shocker!" And amazing blistering heat beams blazed from their faces at the duo.

"... !"

"Grr..." A vein throbbed on the bird Digimon's forehead. Even if it was satisfying to know he'd gotten under his skin, this Kokuwamon was such an moron on a power-trip.

"SPIRAL TWISTER!" Enraged that a bunch of thugs would have the impudence to call his Chosen a loser, Biyomon spat out a pink, whirling energy burst at the three oncoming heat beams. But bolstered only by prior training sessions and no actual combat experience, the Soul Shockers collided with and easily broke through the attack and Biyomon, having only time to turn to the left to shield himself, took the brunt of the heat to his right side. It hurt.

"URGH, ow, dangit!"

Forte dodged just as Biyomon launched his attack, feeling the heat rushing at his face and then lunged forward—regaining his NetNavi body had not returned his true powers or speed, but Forte was still very fast—aiming to grab the female Kokuwamon by one of her tiny legs and swing her like an unwieldy club at the infuriated Kokywamon. Tactics? What's that when you can charge head-on at the enemy?

The Solarmon let out cheers of victory and swirled around Biyomon with wicked grins.

"Solar Flare!" they cheered in unison as each one hurled a flaming hot gear at the injured Digimon. Three on one was hardly a fair fight. But it seemed like Biyomon's chosen couldn't be bothered right now.

Indeed he caught the lady Kokuwamon by surprise and she flailed as she was swung hard, but the male simply caught her with a grunt. His metal muscles barely twitched as he wrenched his second in command out of Forte's grip.

"You oughta learn some manners. Don't ya know how to treat a lady?" Snarled the leader as he set her down. Throwing out his larger arms he called his own attack as well "Stun Shock!"

Crackling electricity raced through the air for Forte, energized by anger and foolish pride.

"Back off!"

Biyomon snapped at them, and somehow managed to blast away one of the burning gears with another "SPIRAL TWISTER!" before the other two gears caught him in the side and on the back, earning more yelps. The smell of burnt feathers is an unpleasant one. Face twisting in pain, Biyomon flapped his wings and attempted to take to the air to get out of their reach.

When his improvised assault weapon was yanked out of his grasp before he could land a decent blow, Forte jerked back. So the Digimon were steadier than he'd assumed, he thought irately. That was right about when the Digimon shouted his attack and the Stun Shock hit him, knocking him away from the Kokuwamon. Forte's cold facial expression gained a tinge of frustration, and more than that, anger.

Sparks jumped off him erratically as the electricity surge ran through him. He could hear the pest's yelling perfectly well: seemed it was having trouble fending off the floating-gear trash programs.

The trio of Solarmon would not be put off by the altitude as the continued flinging their blazing hot gears after Piyomon. "Come on! Take your beating like a mon!" One shouted.

Both the the Kokuwamon were strutting and swaggering towards Forte now.

"You chosen make me sick." The male sneered. "Who's to say this world isn't your fault in the first place? HA!"

More sparks crackling from their pincers as they attacked in unison sending bolts of bright hot electricity at him.

"I-I think your brains are full of rust if you think that's gonna get me down!" Biyomon managed to shout angrily down at the Solarmon between frantically ducking and swerving about to avoid the hail of gears. His speed wasn't up to the task and he got repeatedly hit by the flaming gears. Desperately, he looked about for Forte.

"..."

Forte did not give one damn what the approaching Kokuwamon was whining about. He did not care about this irritating world nor its inhabitants nor its current state of confusion and mayhem, and he cared least of all whether or not it was the Chosens' fault.

All the sound of their grating voices did was steadily increase the level of frustrated anger turning to building fury inside him. With his rightful powers in his hands, these stupid annoyances would have been a mere scorch mark on the ground long before now. This should be a snap. Instead, this Digital World lowered him to this. An offense to his sense of pride.

An insult.

He jumped backward, the bolts of electricity smashing into the ground in front of him. The NetNavi brought up an arm to guard against the small bits of rock knocked into the air by it.

Edited 2014-02-20 02:40 (UTC)

Feathers singed and wings beginning to ache from the continued attacks, the pink bird Digimon spotted him and called out weakly to his partner. He knew Forte didn't want to help him. After all, their emotions were connected. All he felt from Forte was more of that awful, sickening negativity. But a partner was a partner, right? "HEEE-EY, FORTE. A little helping hand here, please?!"

The NetNavi didn't turn around.

Biyomon tried again, remembering the conversation with Lopmon weeks before. "We're supposed to work together, c'mon!"

More burning gears whizzed through the air.

"You jerk, listen to me!"

There was a moment of silence on his end.

You, might require aide and I will grant you it out of necessarity. But I do not. Don't be presumptuous.

Forte gritted his teeth, recalling that, and if looks could kill, both of the Kokuwamon he was facing would have evaporated on the spot. He couldn't afford to lose the pest at the moment. Stooping down to grab the nearest piece of scrap machinery on the field, he lobbed it at the male Kokuwamon in an attempt to nail him in the face just to be an asshole before jumping over and attacking one of the sneering Solarmon with a boot in the face.

"Oh this is just pathetic." One of the Solarmon sighed before pitching her gear forward.

"Like, no kidding." The second agreed following suit "It's like he doesn't even care."

The third threw both her gears "If you apologize maybe the boss will let you off. But that chosen is toast!"

The Kokuwamon were oblivious to the Solarmon's conversation though. Instead then were continuing forward, laughing like common hoods as they lashed out with bolt after bolt of punishing electricity.

"Hold still and we'll make this quick...maybe...if we feel like it."

So confident were they that they didn't even try to block the scrap metal. It clanged off his face and made him flail his limbs. The solarmon hadn't been expecting him either and let out a yelp as she was kicked out of the air.

"Shut up!" Biyomon yowled, not enjoying that reminder being tossed in his face nor being smacked by three burning gears one right after another. And there was no way he'd let these thugs harm his Chosen, jerk or no jerk. He wobbled in his flight, struggling to remain airborne.

"SPIRAL TWISTER!" He furiously launched another whirling blast of energy down at one of the leering Solarmon.

Then Forte's foot introduced itself to a different Solarmon, and knocked her down out of the air. Biyomon's eyes widened hopefully in the midst of his frantic flapping as the gear Digimon yelped and went down. "Forte! You..."

"Don't get distracted, pest."

Forte grabbed hold of the Solarmon he'd kicked down and gripping her edge with both hands, tried to toss her like a large disk into a protruding slab of machinery a short ways off. The renewed bolts of electricity raining down from the laughing Kokuwamon forced him to dodge again and again; they were nowhere near as fast as the NetNavis he was accustomed to fighting, but they were annoying.

Biyomon too had to dodge. He didn't fare so well.

Edited 2014-02-22 19:20 (UTC)

Between Biyomon and Forte two of the Solarmon went down hard much to everyone's surprise! The third Solarmon howled in rightous fury and threw himself at Forte, glowing bright.

"Little Burn!"

A self destruct technique! Would Forte get out of the way in time? Could Biyomon interfere?

Forte is in the process of turning around to take down the remaining gear Digimon, brown cloak flapping behind him when the Solarmon pulls an entirely unexpected move and—the ensuring explosion slams him off his feet and into the dirt, smoke raising off his body in wisps.

"FORTE!" Biyomon's horrified yelp came from above, too slow to do anything to shield his Chosen, and he lunged down without a second's thought, snarling, talons extended.

How dare they.

The normal response to taking an explosion head-on, durable data body or not, would be bewilderment and fear. Or a more understandable reaction, like a ringing headache and passing out. Instead, dark eyes snapped open and the fury that had been building up inside the NetNavi hit a boiling point. Forte's rage bubbling over at the same time as Biyomon's new desire to beat the Solarmon finally triggered a reaction. (Perhaps it should have been a more positive trigger for this first step, like protection of friends or a loved one, like righteous outrage, even like the desire to obtain victory at all costs. But no, what allowed this was, for a moment, they both felt different shades of the exact same anger at an aggravating obstacle.)

A bright light enveloped Biyomon, wrapping him in an unfamiliar sensation of clarity.

"Biyomon, digivolve to... AQUILAMON!"

Red wings flapped and extended.

Moments later, a giant red form crashed into the ground and positioned itself so it was standing directly in front of Forte as the NetNavi peels himself off of the ground, shielding him from harm. Aquilamon's beak gaped open and it shrieked threateningly at the remaining enemies; the Kokuwamon.

The remaining two Kokuwamon gaped in awe at the power of evolution.

"W-what do we do boss?" the female whimpered as the male clanked his claws together in irritation.

A groan came from the two Solarmon who hadn't exploded while the third sizzled on the ground, passed out.

"We cut off the power supply!" The male Kokuwamon leader snarled and lunged for the Solarmon on the ground that Forte had kicked around. He scooped up the dazed Digimon and hurled it like a disc at Forte. "Explode! Now!"

The confused Solarmon let out a shriek as they spun through the air and activated the same technique, exploding mid flight, hopefully close enough to Forte.

But with an evolved Digimon it was a whole new game now.

"Look who's laughing now, eh, you pieces of bit-rot?"

Forte, crouched down on one knee, took a moment to recalculate the situation at hand and squinted up at the abrupt change that overtaken the bird Digimon in front of him. So, this was the next stage of the power this world ran off of... It merited further observation.

Aquilamon, still a little battered from the vicious beating he had taken as Biyomon, grinned and flared his wings out, sending a strong gust of wind out at their enemies. As the two Kokuawamon gibbered before the leader grabbed one of the remaining Solarmon and hurtled it at him and his Chosen, the giant bird readied himself. His talons gorged the ground, leaving furrows in the dirt.

"Nice try. Blast Laser!"

With a noise like thunder accompanying it, he fired circular energy rings at the Solarmon and the Kokuwamon.

The blast caught the exploding Digimon before he could complete his attack and sent him spinning through the air to crash into his Kokuwamon leaders. The explosion was joined by their cries of pain in a sort of irony song that echoed through the trees.

Singed and battered the bug robots struggled to their feet as the third Solarmon tried to gather up his fallen partners.

"Y-you..." But Kokuwamon couldn't even think of an appropriate insult.

The bird Digimon cawed loudly in triumph, the sound echoing across the grassy, metal-strewn field. He flicked his tail-feathers up as the last Solarmon scrambled to drag his defeated comrades away from the site. "You can dish it out, but you can't take it, huh? Say, how does that taste?"

Raising to his feet and floating next to Aquilamon, Forte stared down at them from behind the rim of his cloak which had now acquired some more dirt to its edges. As had his face. And knees. If he was a human, he'd had been bleeding.

"Hmph. Pathetic." His eyes drilled coldly into the Kokuwamon. "Get rid of them."

"Forte?" Aquilamon hesitated at the order, loyalty warring with inexperience. It was one thing to beat up and drive off a bunch of sorry idiot thugs who plagued the Digital World like this. And it was really another thing to revert them back to Digi-eggs.

"... I have no interest in leaving them alive." It was best to tie up loose ends before there was a chance of them coming after you and making a nuisance of themselves.

Aquilamon's gaze hardened. Orders were orders. He readied a Grand Horn to launch at the Kokuwamon.

The Kokuwamon screamed and clung to each other.

"You BAST-AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

In flashes of thunderbolts the duo exploded into Digidust leaving the ground around them singed and burnt. Only the Solarmon trio remained and two of them were still out cold as the third tried to escape into the factory.

So that was how these creatures died. He smirked. He wasn't in a merciful mood. Forte floated over to two the unconscious Solarmon and inclined his head in the direction of the last one standing.

"Don't let that one escape."

"Will do!" Rather foolishly, Aquilamon trusted his partner's commands and raising into the air, pursued the fleeing Solarmon despite his aching wings and general soreness.

"BLAST LASER!"

Edited 2014-02-23 18:18 (UTC)

"NonononoNO!"

The Solarmon was so close to vanishing into the woods and the lasers obliterated them. Only the two singed ones remained now.

Also some curious applause from behind Forte.

A blond woman with pigtales and flanked by two Digimon of her own was laughing and clapping her hands together.

"Very nice! Much violence!"

Standing next to the blonde just so happened to be a robot. A rather feminine spider themed bot. Blackarachnia was watching the show in front of them with a hint of amusement. As for her digimon, her Dorumon was taking her time restraining the idiot Taprimon she got stuck with from joining the fight.

Blackarachnia doesn't say anything, she's just admiring the show.

Aquilamon, while not enthused by successfully forcing the Solarmon to revert back to Digi-eggs, was still enjoying the rush of energy that came with an evolution. He circled the area once, screeching and then banked sharply to fly back to Forte.

"I got 'em!"

Meanwhile, Forte was experimenting. His true form was, even stripped of his powers, naturally much stronger than the human body he'd been saddled with. The question was: did it retain enough strength for him to apply sufficient pressure to a Solarmon's round, metallic face with his boot to make it start cracking?

But it was the abrupt sound of applause which reached his ears that made Forte pause and turn around to pinpoint the source. The sight of the human and her two new Digimon standing there, presumably another one of the Chosen, earned a mildly disdainful look. Humans... The robot with the spider design and her quarreling Digimon however, was treated to a more neutral glance of wariness.

"..." Well, he certainly wasn't impressed by the human's incorrect grammar.

Aquilamon's large shadow skimmed over the grass and shrank as the giant bird alighted down on the ground. Worried about his partner, he clucked his beak. "You alright, boss? Nothing major damaged or anything?" He had not yet noticed what Forte was staring at.

How Aquilamon failed to notice the large robot over to the side is a mystery for the ages.

Harley led the way with her partners in tow, a distressed looking Bokomon, an excitable Dracmon and the Spider robot and her partners.

"What's this big factory they were guarding?" She wondered out loud.

The Solarmon to it's credit did not crack it just whimpered and trembled.

Blackarachnia just shrugged. She was only a little taller than her human companion anyway and besides. Harley asked a good question as she followed after the excitable blonde.

"Who knows. Why don't you ask Mr.Silent over there. He might be able to answer you."

"I'm fine," was Forte's short reply to Aquilamon, hoping to shut him up and not loud enough to be heard by the two approaching strangers and their Digimon. Folding his scruffy wings neatly against his back, Aquilamon looked deeply relieved by the news. Then he spotted the blonde human and the spider robot. Still on edge from the battle and not certain if they were more enemies or not, he bristled and immediately went on the aggressive.

"... Hey! Who're you guys?!"

Forte, eloquent as always, just watched them wordlessly. The air that hung around him said plainly that he wasn't inclined to be welcoming.

His shoe was still planted atop the Solarmon however and he was still pressing it down harder on the Solarmon's face, not planning on stopping until he either made a sizable, painful dent in the metal or it passed out again.

Harley gave an over elaborate boy "Harley Quinn, resident nut job. And these are my minions Punch and Judy." She gestured.

"This hot piece of brass behind me Black Arachnea and her partners...I don't remember their names." She laughed.

"That was a pretty good brawl, good thing those losers didn't know how to work together though or you'd be so much toast."

That was one way to introduce her. Blackarachnia just smirked before resting her claws on her hips though her eyes did flicker down to the boot on the solarmon's head and just arched an optic ridge slightly.

"I agree with the resident nut job. But, seeing how you got them beat already, isn't denting the idiot under your feet a little pointless?"

Well, they aren't dead and Forte liked his opponents completely obliterated more than he liked them simply defeated. Less risk of future hassle that way.

"Oh." Aquilamon tipped his head to the side at the theatrical bowing and introductions, feathers slowly flattening again. Well, they were Chosen and they didn't seem to have anything to do with the Digimon thugs... Why was the woman saying she was mentally disturbed though?

"Uh, I guess it's nice to met you then, Chosens and Digimons Judy and Punch. What brings you to this neck of the woods?"

He clucked his large beak unhappily at the reminder that his partner and Forte were still were not a very good team, but stayed silent.

Forte regarded the human with the level of disdain usually reserved for flies or germs. Nothing fervent, just 'why are you even talking to me worm.' The robot, however, gets a response, his boot momentarily easing up on the Soloarmon's cracked face. "I suppose. There's no harm in seeing if they are capable of being damaged by non-Digimon." They are.

"Oh just out for a stroll. Exploring all this wide whacky wonderful world has to offer." She threw her hands up and gave a spin.

Judy piped up "Well sure we can, I coulda told you that."

"But you weren't here..." Punch pointed out.

Judy sneered and slapped him in the back of the head making him yelp "You're right! How silly of me!"

"So why did you hit me!?" Punch barked back.

"Because I love to hear you cry like a girl."

She noticed the look he was giving her companion and just shrugged it off. Harley could deal with it though if he decided to make something of it, Blackarachnia would have no issue beating him down.

Though, even she was ignoring her friends excitable digimon. This little display was pretty common place anyway. Enough so that Blackarachnia's Dorumon just shook her head and pulled the Taprimon beside her a step back to get out of Judy's immediate range.

"Obviously they are. So, what were the moron's guarding. Anything interesting or were you just out for a fight?"

Aquilamon.. stared. Well. Okay then.

"No harm in going on a walk... But, are you like, a comedy routine?" The giant bird mumbled, amused despite himself but still rather confused. the Doruman and his fellow get a nod of greeting before he turns back to the other pair. "Or just an interest in theatrics?"

An interesting pair of Chosen ladies at least, he decided.

Forte kicked the Solarmon's battered, cracked body away and then looked disppassionately in the direction of the factory. "Intrusion into their territory prompted these... fools to attack, I assume. If there is anything of value here, I have not heard prior mention of it."

So, yeah. He didn't know.

Harley just chuckled and shook her head "Nah, these two aren't up to my standards of quality. But they're working on it!"

"I for one think I am hilarious." Judy sniffed "And so do you!" She declared opening up her claws to flash her hypnotic eyes at Punch.

His face went slack and he replied back in monotone "Yes...of course you are."

"You mean, you don't known. So let me guess, you were just passing by looking for a fight instead." Which from what she's seeing, Blackarachnia really wouldn't be surprised if the answer was yes.

And for the most part she's just ignoring her human friends antics.. and the antics of her digimon.

"Ah! So was that your job before you came to the Digital World, Chosen? Comedy?"

Aquilamon tilted his head to the side, watching the woman and her digimon with one large sharp eye. He towered over his own partner, over both of them in his bulk. His assessment was honest, though quite tactless. "Too cheesy. I think maybe kids would be easily entertained by it though."

"..." Forte looked at the robot, eyes cold. He neither bothered to confirm nor deny her conclusion. "And you were merely... passing by on a walk yourself, were you?"

"Everyone's a critic." Dracmon sighed and the eyes on her palms rolled since the ones on her face could not.

Harley in turn hopped in to join the discussion with Forte and BlackArachnia "Well we were exploring, and fighting was definitely an option. But this world us so big we've barely seen any of it right? Makes sense then to set out and see what we can see!"

"For the most part, yeah." The rest she lets Harley explain before stepping back in. "W wanted to see where a little hike would take us and so far, it hasn't been disappointing."

"Mm? Haha. You wouldn't get very far without criticism anyway." Aquilamon pointed out, practical to the last. His talons scraped against the dirt as the giant bird digimon shifted his weight. Accustomed to being small, and his partner still not de-digivolving him now that the fighting was over, he found himself feeling ungainly.

Under his cloak, Forte folded his arms.

Forte looked at Harley for a second, then proceeded to ignore her and direct his response to BlackArachnia. "I see. Well now, if that is what you are interested in doing, do have a good time... entertaining yourselves with that."

"Sure I would!" She barked back "Without criticism I'll never have to grow or develop as a character. I could go on for three seasons just acting like this before anyone notices!"

This just made Punch look more puzzled and he massaged his temples to try and get rid of the impending migraine.

"Aw I don't think he likes us...or anything." Harley commented grinning in a tilted way at Forte. "Do you even know how to smile under there? I could teach ya!"

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