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- !plot: s.o.s. the lost chosen,
- mega man powered up: elec man,
- red vs. blue: agent washington,
- tmnt: donatello,
- young justice: kaldur'ahm,
- ∅air gear: kazuma mikura,
- ∅dangan ronpa: mondo oowada,
- ∅final fantasy xiii: lightning,
- ∅how to train your dragon: hiccup,
- ∅neon genesis evangelion: shinji ikari,
- ∅oc: ed finklestein,
- ∅persona 4: kanji tatsumi,
- ∅persona 4: rise kujikawa,
- ∅teen titans: terra
go little troopers go (closed)
Who: People in the Defenders group and the Divers
What: The Rescue of Taichi turns sour!
When: 24-26 April
Where: The new anomaly outside of Primary Village
The Trailmon to File Island left hours ago. Twenty-one people were aboard and split their separate ways at a terminal close to the Village. Some went to protect the young Digimon while most of the others had a mission at hand: rescuing the brave--or perhaps foolish-- Taichi Yagami.
No Digimon seems to be around as group approaches the field. It as Taichi said, too, full of bright colors and random numbers. The size isn't great, so one must wonder how a boy got lost in there. Or perhaps you're unable to think on that when you realize how still everything is.
No wind seems to pass and no sound can be heard.
Whatever's going on, it can't be normal for the Digital World either, can it?
[[OOC: So here's how this will work! We will give you guys a few rounds to get set up. This is so that you can get in your groups. During this time the Divers will also be roped up and sent on their way. For this we're going to need you guys to be a little speedy at first. Ideally, we will be putting up the Diving/Battling threads at NO LATER THAN 8:30 A.M. CST Thursday. They may go up earlier if we feel everyone is situated!
Several threads will go up then-- one for the Divers for which we will be putting our focus on (Divers, if you want to get started early since you don't have much coordinating to do let us know!).
The Digimon you will be fighting will also make their appearance! Please note it will take several hours after the Divers take their leave that the Digimon will appear. We will introduce these Digimon and explain the mechanics of their behavior, but wil not be playing them unless requested/necessary.
The Divers should all be pulled out by midnight on the 26th.
Good luck! If you have any questions please let us know.]]
What: The Rescue of Taichi turns sour!
When: 24-26 April
Where: The new anomaly outside of Primary Village
The Trailmon to File Island left hours ago. Twenty-one people were aboard and split their separate ways at a terminal close to the Village. Some went to protect the young Digimon while most of the others had a mission at hand: rescuing the brave--or perhaps foolish-- Taichi Yagami.
No Digimon seems to be around as group approaches the field. It as Taichi said, too, full of bright colors and random numbers. The size isn't great, so one must wonder how a boy got lost in there. Or perhaps you're unable to think on that when you realize how still everything is.
No wind seems to pass and no sound can be heard.
Whatever's going on, it can't be normal for the Digital World either, can it?
[[OOC: So here's how this will work! We will give you guys a few rounds to get set up. This is so that you can get in your groups. During this time the Divers will also be roped up and sent on their way. For this we're going to need you guys to be a little speedy at first. Ideally, we will be putting up the Diving/Battling threads at NO LATER THAN 8:30 A.M. CST Thursday. They may go up earlier if we feel everyone is situated!
Several threads will go up then-- one for the Divers for which we will be putting our focus on (Divers, if you want to get started early since you don't have much coordinating to do let us know!).
The Digimon you will be fighting will also make their appearance! Please note it will take several hours after the Divers take their leave that the Digimon will appear. We will introduce these Digimon and explain the mechanics of their behavior, but wil not be playing them unless requested/necessary.
The Divers should all be pulled out by midnight on the 26th.
Good luck! If you have any questions please let us know.]]
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As soon as he heard those words, Elec's pace quickened. Guts Man's voice grates his nerve.]
And here I thought I escaped this annoyance.
["Well, well...Elec Man. You're still a self-absorbed weakling..."
It might not seem like much. But those words stung. For he could not deny the truth in them. He had no choice to but to carry on.
"Well, well...Elec Man. You're still a self-absorbed weakling..."
He gritted his teeth and snarled at nothing. It didn't help that this reminded him of that strange man from the festival.]
I'm top of the line, Guts. There is none that can compare to me.
[It lacked the confidence he normally had.
"Well, well...Elec Man. You're still a self-absorbed weakling..."
Because it was true. He was so weak and self-absorbed that Dr. Wily was able to reprogram him so very easily. That thought disturbed him so, he and Flamemon began to sprint, trying to outrun the voice.]
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But each of them will stumble across something different. It's a light in the distance, but it does not seem to shine on anything-- just an orb that floats there. Should they approach each will find a different image.
Magic turned inside out, destroying everything in its path.
A familiar village on a mountain filled island, humans and dragons destroying each other.
The worst fear of the robot law, a human dying before one's eyes.
No matter what they do, they will find themselves scratched. It happens in a second, but the stinging sensation will last.]
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A metallic island, in ruins. Two balls of raw energy colliding into each other. On the left was him. On the right was a red-haired girl who looked even younger than he did--his sister, Lila. Hate shone in her eyes, mirrored by anger in his own. The figures he saw spoke--it made no noise, but he could still tell what they were saying by their lip movements.
"You really think that a shrimp like you can protect anyone?"
"Shut up!" He saw himself yell, the flames around him glowing brighter than hers. He stabbed at her with his staff, and the sharpened point of it sucked in her magic and pierced her chest. In an instant she was on the ground, and he was standing over her. "I promised everyone I'd stop you... and even if it hurts, I'm going to stop you!"
"Stop me? You think you can stop me?" she asked, opening her mouth and launching in to what was probably one of her wild, insane laughs. He saw a grenade build itself from scratch in her hand. The 'him' in the image missed it, focused on staring her right in the eye. Her lips moved again. "You're still a dumbass. Always will be. You might kill me... but you'll never stop me. I never lose. See you in hell, bro~"
She shoved the grenade into her mouth, and pulled the pin. Before he could react it exploded--and with it her head suddenly stopped existing.
'He' had been blown back by the explosion, and could only watch what happened next. A brilliant green light on her stomach shone forth, lifting her into the air. The seal was trying to move on, but it was incomplete. It couldn't. He reached out a hand to try and take it in... the hand left him. His arm was torn off soon after, and 'Ed' was forced to retreat... but there wasn't anywhere to run. The swirling green force coalesced into a single point and then burst outward in a massive shockwave that destroyed everything it touched. He saw it sweep over the him in the image, and wipe him out... along with the rest of the island, what remained of Lila's body, the ocean itself, even the air.
Then the energy swept over the real him. Crying out he grabbed at his left shoulder. The image... it had scratched him?]
Ghh...! [No. Nonono. It was just an image. He repeated it to himself over and over again. It wasn't real. It wouldn't happen that way! There was no way he'd let them down!
The stinging refused to subside, but... 'Taichi. He probably saw something like this too.'
He was there to help Taichi. He was there to find out what was going on. This orb was no help... He forced himself to move onward, still holding his stinging shoulder and forcing down his fear.]
It won't happen like that... It won't happen like that..!
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It was Berk. The entire island seemed to resemble nothing more than a desolate wasteland, upon which a calamity of apocalyptic proportions was taking place. The sight of his village doused with flames wasn't something he wasn't used to from days long past, but this? This didn't even compare in terms of damage and destruction. Houses were crumbling into smoldering piles of rubble before his eyes, and so much was happening at once that he couldn't focus. Images blurred as dragons flew through the sky in swarms, an occasional burst of light signalling when one breathed fire onto the helpless vikings below. They weren't just stealing sheep here, or protecting themselves. They were destroying the island and everyone on it with malicious intent.
He could see dragons dropping dead from the sky as well, onto more buildings and into the sea. There were countless bodies strewn haphazardly over the landscape, some still alive with missing limbs and scorched bodies.
Then, skirting one of the blazing buildings, he could see himself. Running as hard as he could through the village with his mouth working soundlessly as he screamed at viking and dragon alike. Something had gone wrong, terribly wrong, and this time he couldn't stop it. Hiccup could see himself ducking with his arms clasped over his head to avoid a flaming Monstrous Nightmare who collided with a nearby building with an axe protruding from its chest, the flames on its body consuming both it and the home as the life left it. Everything was happening so fast.
Out of nowhere, a black shadow swooped in from the darkened sky, knocking himself right off of his feet. It's only then that he recognized the dragon as Toothless. The Nightfury bared its fangs in his face, and before he could move pinned him to the ground.
He was helpless to watch as Toothless rent his claws into his body, tearing his clothes and ripping at him without mercy. He watched as the dragon literally tore himself apart before his eyes, not stopping no matter how loudly the boy screamed and pounded his fists against his scaly hide, tears cutting through the grime and ash on his face. It wasn't until Hiccup stopped moving that Toothless let up, rising back on his hind legs to tower over him. A flash of blinding blue coated the scene as he shot a blast of blue flames at him to finish the job.
Hiccup could feel the heat radiating from the orb, and staggered back when a sudden burning sensation assaulted his neck and the side of his face, causing him to let out a sharp cry of pain. Had that....really hurt him? There's no way. It couldn't. ...right?
Regardless, the pain feels just like a burn, and sends waves of agony coursing through his body. With his jaw set he closed his eyes tightly, mumbling to himself.]
It's not real. ...It's not real. ...that won't happen. ....Everything's ok.
..you're fine..
[Hiccup barely believed his own words, the gruesome scene leaving him feeling physically ill. He too moved on after that, staggering slightly as the pain stinging his neck and face plagued him without ceasing.]
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He was in that room. But it was different. There was an electrocuted corpse and another version of himself. The bot stared in fear and confusion at the scene, as his mind threatened to shut itself down.
This wasn't how it went. In a sense it's what could of been, had Dr. Wily been more bloodthirsty. But it was not how it actually went.
The scene moved on. The second Elec Man giggled to himself as he closed his eyes and outstretched arms as he talked to himself.
"My, that didn't last long at all did it? Though those final shrieks were absolutely lovely, if I do say so myself. Not to mention those abosutely stunning arcs of electricity we made.." Another giggled and a slight shudder of pleasure coursed through the copy. "Alas you bored me all too quickly." Another giddy giggle. And the real Elec Man could barely say a word. It was not a comfort that he was trying to logically dispute this mentally, with the facts of what happened in the take over of tower.
As if on cue a group of Met-Hats came in to dispose of the body, with a simple wave from the evil Robot Master. "Ah, bring in the next human. I'm sure they will love to hear about me." A wave of disgust came in waves to the 'Bot, as the contents of his stomach threatened to come topside.]
Sickening...
[It was all he could get out as the scene quickened. No more humans were brought in thankfully. But the next scene was just as bad.
Mega Man walked through the door. A bit charred and worse for the wear from the elctro traps, strewn throughout the building. The fake Elec Man regarded his brother with a smug smirk.
"Well done...but you say goodbye here. I might even tell you more about me after I win." The fake said in self statisfication, as it walked towards where the real Elec was, overlapping him.
The younger looking bot looked trouble, holding his arms towards the both bots. "I don't have any reason to fight you, Elecman! Come on, let's go home..." Mega pleaded.
And once again Elec Man closed his eyes and streched his arms out to the side. "You'll never blast through my heart with that kind of attitude. It's really too bad, but I'm going to finish you at lightning speed..."
The Blue Bomber had a brief look of disappointment, seeing that even Elec was unwilling to listen to reason, before point his buster at the electrical Robot Master and firing.
A stinging sensation crossed his face as the plasma blast hit him. His hand automatically covered his left, as a scratch appeared on his face and across the eye.]
This place is absolutely revolting...How dare they show me that.
[In defiance of the image he was just presented, the robot continued onwards, his eye closed shut from the pain.]
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The more they walk the more the injuries will appear and a feeling of loss. Something is missing, and it's not just the lost Taichi. Of course, he is still out there, and one step more equals another closer to him.
They're close, so close, but now the memories, scratches, and feelings will begin to really take hold.]
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The voice rang for what must have been the millionth time. Memories kept running through his mind... a young blonde girl laughing at him as he cried. Telling him he deserved it.
Being beaten up by a person he thought was his friend.
The world blowing up. An atomic bomb's explosion. Fighting. Dying. Pointlessly fighting and dying.
Haha. Why was he even here? NO. That wasn't right--he knew why he was here.
He was here for Taichi. He was here because he had to rescue Taich--"You actually felt sympathy? I gotta hand it to you, Ed. You're the biggest idiot I've ever met."
Ed cried out as he felt the gouging feeling again. He fell forward and caught himself on his hands, staring at nothing--the ground. He crawled forward still, feeling nothing but pain. There were scratches all over his body and they burned. His heart felt empty... something was missing, but he couldn't place what. He remembered a war he'd never seen. More senseless violence. Being beaten down and crushed underfoot by someone he'd thought was a friend for trying to protect the wounded.]
...I don't want to remember...
[The memories didn't stop though. Every time a 'friend' had led him into a trap, a classmate had asked him to borrow money for 'really the last time' and said they'd pay it back (they never did). Every time he'd been beaten up, thrown through a wall, had things dropped on him. Every happy memory he'd ever had with his sister when she showed up once a year for his birthday--how hollow they all felt now, now that he realized he had been the only one who cared at all.
"WHY WOULD YOU DO SOMETHING SO STUPID?!"
He wasn't sure the voice was talking about believing his sister anymore.
...He couldn't take it anymore. The pain was too much. The numbness, the hollow feeling that was caking in his heart. This place... He didn't like this place at all. Still, there was one thing this field couldn't control. Him.
All at once he forced himself to laugh, yelling as loud as he can in hopes that someone, anyone would be able to hear it.]
Well! It's d-definitely a good thing th-that I came in here after all! I was right! I w-was absolutely right! [If the place was going to just get worse and worse, he just had to get more and more optimistic. There was always a bright side!] I d-d-d-definitely don't want a-any of my friends coming in here! They'd get really... REALLY hurt a-and I wouldn't want that to happen to any of them!
[The voices kept hitting him. He just yelled louder.] It doesn't matter if I feel hollow or not! I-It doesn't matter how I feel! My friends are depending on me! If I'd f-fight when I was sick, o-or if I'd fight when I was feeling sad... then I wouldn't stop now! I WON'T STOP NOW! SHUT UP!
["You're going to fail. You always screw everyth--"]
SHUT UP SHUT UP JUST SHUT THE HELL UP! I am really sick and tired of listening to you! You are just a bunch of memories and feelings that are trying to make me feel terrible about stuff and I don't want to do it anymore!
[The memories, the scratches, it didn't stop, but if nothing else he was able to focus enough to move forward.] You know what?! I'm going to sing a song! YEAH! I'm going to pick some stupid song and I'm going to sing it the entire rest of the way forward because you are a giant, dimensional buttface! And if you don't like it? BITE ME!
[The field seemed to oblige, as Ed felt another chunk of him go missing... a tearing across his shoulder--like something had skinned it.]
Oh ha ha, VERY FUNNY! [The images didn't stop, but even as they went through his brain Ed forced them out, forcing himself to instead sing some kind of tuneless FIGHT ON song that looped endlessly.
He was tired, he was hurt and he was sad, but so long as he drew breath nothing was gong to stop him.]
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"YOU ARE NOT MY SON."
But when you hear something enough, sometimes you start to believe it. That and other memories hit Hiccup in waves, each new one worse than the last. He could hardly concentrate, and each step sent a shock through his entire body, the searing burns from before throbbing with pain. His knees trembled and sweat beaded on his brow as image after image threw itself at him.
He could see the reflection of his face contorted with anger in Toothless' eye as he held a dagger high up over his head, his mouth working silently as he spoke words that he'll never forget.
"I'm gonna kill you dragon. I'm gonna...I'm gonna cut out your heart and take it to my father. I'm a Viking. I am a VIKING!"
That's right. He was the one who had maimed Toothless in the first place, and had nearly killed him in cold blood.
"..I did this."
More memories. They all tumbled together, some familiar, all of wars. Some he'd never even seen before in his life, but the destruction and heartache was all the same.
Toothless chained up, left on a burning ship to die. Fire, nothing but fire and smoke that didn't exist, even though outside of Hiccup's own mind he was coughing and choking as if he were physically trapped in a burning building. Then, a sudden pain exploded at the base of his missing leg, as if he were losing it all over again. His entire body trembled but somehow he managed to stay upright, his breath coming in choked gasps.
More memories.
"For once in your life, would you please just LISTEN to me!?"
Out of nowhere, a pain rocks Hiccup like none other, lights exploding in front of his eyes as he's finally sent tumbling to the pitch black ground. It feels as if someone beat the side of his head with a club, shoving him away. He tasted copper in his mouth as he choked, dimly aware of the blood dripping from his mouth from seemingly nowhere at all.
"You've thrown your lot in with them.
You're not a Viking.
You're not my son."]
No.....I am....I'm your son..
[He choked in a thin voice, his arms shaking as he pushed himself up. He could still see nothing but darkness, but he angled his head to the 'sky' regardless, feeling hot blood roll down his chin and neck. The burning sensation grew, and felt like it was spreading. On top of that his head throbbed from the previous blow. Nothing existed any more but pain.
And yet still, he gathered up the strength to raise his voice.]
I AM a Viking. Remember...?!
[After a long pause, Hiccup pushed himself back on his knee, then struggled back into a standing position. He swayed dangerously, but in spite of all the pain allowed a weak smirk to grow on his face. It would be hard to tell if it were from genuine strength or hysteria, at this point]
It....it's....a-an occupational hazard.
[Hiccup wanted nothing more than to just collapse here and let it end. Just let him die. Death would be such a sweet relief from this torture and agony. It felt like he'd been trapped in this Hell for years now. Centuries.
But...he wasn't here for himself. Something in the back of his mind was still there to remind him of that. He had to go rescue Taichi. For his team. For everyone stuck in this world. For Gomamon.
For himself.
So, defiantly, he took another step forwards, prosthetic first.
The pain that struck him in that instant was unimaginable, so great that he couldn't stop himself from throwing back his head and letting out a gutteral scream of agony. The entirety of his left side seemed to go numb for a split second, before being replaced by searing pain. He could barely hold his own weight up anymore. Every part of him felt like lead, as if someone had tied cement blocks to his arms and legs.
But he couldn't stop. Even if his leg (or legs) were broken, and his body was burnt, and his was head half caved in he would have to keep moving. For Taichi. Who knows.
What if all of this was just a nightmare anyway?
Hiccup wished it was.]
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He didn't have many bad memories. Which made it worse. The area would just replay the battle between him and Mega over and over again. Constantly and unabated the single memory came to the forefront of his thoughts. Raw and unforgiving. He would throw electricity and thunderbolts at his brother. His brother would attack back, with his powerful buster. A deadly game of cat and mouse ensued.
The pain increased each time he was hit, till the final shot slammed him against the wall. His body near the point of disrepair. And at that part a new wound would appear on his body.
Guts Man's voice would appear again to mock him.
"Well, well...Elec Man. You're still a self-absorbed weakling..."
He clutched Flamemon's battered body closer to him, as pain flashed across his back. And took another step forward. Something was wrong. Something was missing. And he did not know what.
Another step further. Another memory. Digimon lead to the slaughter. Another scar on his body.
He tried to remember his mission. It was to save Taichi. Taichi who had been in here longer and was suffering more.
Another step forward. The voice again. He tried to ignore it, but he could not.
His next stop was a flattering one, causing him to drop Flamemon and falling to the floor.
The coolness of it felt good at first. But memories that weren't his appeared. Human killing each other. A scream. He could not place if it was from him or the memories.
He attempted to get up. The memory of his battle flashed by again. Another scratch on his face. He saw Flamemon after the pain pass.
A small source of strength appeared in him, as he groggily attempted to get up again.
Flamemon, he had attached to him quickly and the reason was simple.
The digimon reminded him of two of his brothers. He could not place who they were, his memory failing him, from the sheer pain and effect of this place. One was eccentric and a wannabe-hero, a bit of a hot-head, but he burnt brightly like the sun. The other a childish orange blur that was respectful to a fault, someone that was a joy to be around. It was a small comfort in this terrible place
A terrible landslide swallowing cars as it went down the mountain. Elec tried to push it aside as he slowly knelt down and picked up his digimon. Pain blazing through his arms as he found the strength to manage the task.
He had to save Taichi...So he took another step forward.
And once again the memory of his battle appeared to him. The cycle continuing as he kept moving forward.]
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Then, a voice calls out plaintively.]
A...Agumon?
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T--tch.. [He holds his head, nursing the bump he's just gotten.] Not Agumon... Taichi?
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And uncermioniously trips onto the pile.]
What.
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Yeah...that's me. [He coughs a little, throat dry from lacking water for several days.]
What...what're you guys doing here?
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Grab on to us, we've got a rope that'll let us get back out of here as soon as we pull it.
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Though he considered it a bit of a failure, due to how long it took him to find it and...that he was not the one to find Taichi first.]
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Oh man... [The embarrassment in his voice is very obvious once it clicks.] Koushirou's never going to let me live this down.
[A thumping sound as his head drops back onto the floor. If any of them try to touch him and help him up, they'll find that his clothes are damp with blood in some places.]
I'm beat up pretty bad...I don't know if I can move. I don't want to leave Agumon behind either...
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Elec... you grab onto him too, then we'll both pull on three. Okay?
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Whatever it is, it might be a good idea to be on your guard...]
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So when Hiccup hears the noise he lifts his head slightly, trying his hardest to ignore its throbbing.]
.....h...hello?...
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Taichi! [A high, gravelly voice calls out suddenly, sounding distressed.]
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H-..hey...who's there? ...
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A muzzle presses against Hiccup's leg, accompanied by clawed hands gripping at his trousers.]
Where's Taichi? [The thing asks miserably. A small flame puffs into existence just before Hiccup, though it doesn't provide enough light to see much more than a set of teeth and the mouth the flame came from before it fizzles out.]
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He lets out a shaky breath before gently reaching down, placing his hands over the ones hanging onto him. His own voice comes out strained, and it hardly even sounds like him.]
D...don't worry. ..We're...we're looking for him. You're Agumon, right..?
[He leans down a bit more, trembling. It's a wonder he hasn't collapsed yet, but having found the Digimon has given him a bit of strength to press on regardless. Elecman and Ed must have found Taichi by now, so it was his job to get Agumon out safely.]
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That's right. We came in together, but we got separated when something attacked us.
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[No, never mind that. There would be plenty of time for questions later. Right now, he just needed to get Agumon out of here. With another shaky breath he looks over to Gomamon, who is barely standing himself.]
Grab hold of Agumon. We're getting out. Now.
[Then, with his grip tightening on Agumon slightly, he reaches down and tugs sharply on his rope once, signalling the others to pull him out.]