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digibadguy:

"Let’s be friends! All you have to do is follow my every evil command. How does that sound?"

" H--Huh?!"

He took a few steps back. Both hands were up awkwardly in surrender. That--That digimon had a gun pointed at him, and it looked too real to be a toy.

Crap.

Just what was he going to do to get out of this mess? He didn't have his digivice on him right now, so fighting back wasn't an option. 

He swallowed. Maybe, just maybe, he'll go along with this for now. Just until he could find a way out or a way to defend himself. He wished he could reach out for Löwemon's form.

"Fine."

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Hello little girl. I heard you were looking for a new friend. Noone is friendlier than me...

" ... What? "

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His fingers curled tighter in response. That's why the darkness seems so familiar. This was what he was offered long ago that he surrendered for everything, for clarity.

He shook his head.

"I'm not going to," the boy said confidently, staring straight into the other's eyes. There was no point in being afraid. If this was who he could have been, he would accept it. He wouldn't try to hide them or to throw them away. Digital World, Human World. Dream or reality, he would accept it. Kouichi was far from perfect. The dark feelings inside will always be there, but he knew better now.

"Because I am strong, just like you are.

Because you are me."

Mirror || rorriM

"I’m all you could have been, and all you threw away." Was the response, not to the younger’s question, but letting him know how it was that he was there. "Weaker beings fall to the strong. Are you ready to die?"

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darknessshards replied to your post: "Weaklings are not wanted. Leave before you perish." Red eyes glared at the other, his presence was annoying to say the least.

The one before him, he’s younger, and that makes the him frown. Closing evil eyes, he responds lowly. “Your nightmare.” Seeing the other makes him irritated, and his hands clench at his sides as he watches, for signs of weakness.

He stares back with wide eyes. The darkness is something familiar to him, but he's no longer confused. He faces it without fear, accepting the older one as he was--not for his words. His own hands clench in mirror of the other's.

"Why are you doing this?"

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He looked down. Her words only brought him further down. While it seemed like this place was familiar to her, it didn't look like he was going to get too many answers. At least, that's what it felt like.

"I ... don't know." He eventually answered. The last thing he remembered was a thick mist covering the park and then seeing the older girl. It wasn't as if he wanted to be here. "I didn't know."

She blinked at him. What is he doing here? She thought her family’s mansion are guarded with the other members of the clan? It’s impossible that they didn’t notice this boy at the front gate! But why is he able to pass them? Did he kill the them? No,.. that’s not possible.

"…What are you doing here?" She asked. "You are not supposed to be here."

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"Weaklings are not wanted. Leave before you perish." Red eyes glared at the other, his presence was annoying to say the least.

Though he knows at his current state he is no match, he shifts into a mildly defensive stance, carefully watching his counterpart. He’s older, the eleven year old notices. It’s clear by his tone, his general appearance, that he is older and far stronger. There’s the sense of darkness about the other that he feels very familiar.

It is him but not him.

The boy forces himself to calm, straightening his posture. There’s no point struggling, but he doesn’t follow the other’s words. He stays where he stands.

"Who are you?" His words are cautious but curious.

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He must have taken a wrong path somewhere. It wasn't too difficult to figure out where Kouji and the others were meeting. A cut through the park wouldn't have lead him so far away, so just where was he? Nothing around him looked familiar and it was impossible for the part to be this big.

Maybe it was chance when he caught sight of another not too far away. It seemed like they were trying to get home themselves with their uniform. "... Hi." He tried to muster up a friendly smile but the weird chill caused the expression to falter.

A boy. He looks like around twelve years old, or something. Yukiko continue to look at the boy without saying a single word. She must say, his outfit is rather unique.

"…" she blinked. Who is this boy?

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His steps were lighter as he passed by the hallways, and his pace quickened to a light jog. It was a side of him that the others hadn't seen before. He was still excused from several things considering his accident only weeks before so that meant he could head home early.

"Kimura-san!"

Kouichi's steps came to a halt, and he turned around towards the voice. It was large, kind of bulky boy that reminded him of Junpei and another one of his classmates. "Yeah?"

The other boy made his way to Kouichi, grinning widely. "You're looking up today."

He nodded.

"Any reason for it?"

He thought about it for a moment but resolved to shake his head. Things like this were too complicated for his peers to care about. They probably had other, similar things to worry over. Truthfully while his circumstances were a bit abnormal, the end result was the same. There were still plenty of families that were divorced. They'd go through the same things they are going through now.

The other boy stared at Kouichi skeptically, not at all convinced with his lie.

"It's a good day," he amended. It was the truth.

"Okay, well, it's my turn to feed the rabbits." The boy began to march in place, preparing to leave in the opposite direction. He gave another friendly laugh and took off. He didn't even stop when he waved. "See you later, Kimura-san! Good luck with whatever that is!"

He gave another wave in return. "Thanks and bye!"

The path home was even quicker. He remembered every path like the back of his hand. His feet almost leading him to the train station, yet again. It was a bad habit, picked up from all the times that he went to "visit" Kouji.

The older twin had to physically pause in his tracks and shake his head. There would be no point if he was going to head back there. There wasn't any point to it, not today, because today was the day Kouji was going to come over.

He made his way to the stairs, quickly climbing them. The stairs creaked at the sudden weight as he ran, and this time he kept a hand on the railing. By the time he made it to his floor, he could see Kouji standing there, waiting by the door. He stopped at the top of the stairs, taking a breath before giving Kouji a wave.

"You made it."

Prudency

Kouji knew every turn and curve around the neighborhood. He hadn’t grown familiar to it; he made the effort to memorize it and never forget. It made him a little distracted the first time he got here, taking note of the landmarks and street signs that would be vital for him to get around on his own. It was not on a purely, logical instinct; it wasn’t as if Kouji wasn’t man enough to ask for directions. There were enough biases running on his head and drawing on his face as he mentally nitpicked on every detail, amusing or annoying, of the close-quartered neighborhood.

He wanted to know everything as much as he could. After all, this was the place where his birth mother and older, twin brother lived.

He didn’t want to ask too many things and he was very conscious to the fact that his ignorance could come to their expense. So far, he hadn’t made an idiotic slip. He’d been careful about his choice of words. Even though Kouichi had already told him his mother was having a difficult time working, Kouji was concerned as pointless his thoughts of the matter might be.

Maybe once or twice he managed to ask about that and they didn’t fall too out of place in the things they were talking about under the weather. He hadn’t given it much thought recently and when he did, he kept being redirected to his current, more pressing issue. Kouji wanted to be of some help to Kouichi’s mother but right now, he needed hers first.

After a quick glance at his birth mother’s text message and confirming in his phone’s clock that he had arrived five minutes before the requested time, Kouji made his way up to the apartment complex. As he reached the Kimura’s level, a German Shepherd tied to the railings barked at him. Kouji jumped back a bit in surprise before relaxing, a smile appearing.

"You’re a loud one, aren’t you?" he said, rubbing the dog’s head without hesitation. Kouji made a face as he felt a bulbous bump underneath the dog’s furs, promptly retrieving his hand. "Eugh, and a dirty one too. You have an overdue visit to the vet."

Kouji took a look at the leash, tied tightly in a knot. Maybe the owner was visiting someone and left the dog outside? He’d have to worry about it later. Giving the dog one last pat (careful to avoid the giant tick on its head), Kouji proceeded to the Kimura’s apartment. He buzzed the doorbell and decided to give a holler.

"Oba-chan! It’s me, Kouji!"

Maybe it was still too early. Kouichi’s mother did say “around two in the afternoon,” and not “exactly at two.” His school didn’t have any afternoon classes today. Kouji wondered if he’d been staying long enough until Kouichi gets home from school…

He certainly hoped not. Not today.

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はち

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*sobbing*

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I've just started, and it would be neat if I could rp with all of you folks.

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Test Post

It's warm.  Despite the frost and cold storming just outside its walls, Genbu City was a warm shelter on the top of the mountain. The steel lined "sky" was misleading from the outside -- and like everything else, it looked a lot larger than it was out there. The gentle background music was flipped on. Interactions with the NPCs and other players were common place, quick, with purpose, and left alone as quickly as he was able to while still being polite. Digimon Online was a social game, to go without talking to another player was a rarity.  Bakumon trailed behind him quietly as ever. The tamer was rarely in the mood for their antics or even their very presence. A tool was all the digimon was for him. Created with a purpose to serve a singular use, to serve as his assistant as they ensured the safety and use of the finer details of the game. "Bakumon." The digimon stopped, blinked, and stared at the tamer. "You don't need to trail so far." Löwe continued to walk without another word. His digimon followed after him slightly quicker than before. He wasn't concerned with the program's emotions. They were programmed, but for them to attract attention from following too far was a bother. "Where are we heading today," the digimon asked bravely. "Training." Bakumon didn't expect an answer. "You're not strong enough to use properly." But Löwe's words were one he should have expected.

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Name: Kimura Kouichi

Age: 11

Race: Human

Spirit: Darkness 

Bio: Link here

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▪ By default, this is Kouichi post-series, but he may reobtain the spirits of darkness sometime later. You are free to ask if he can be during series as Duskmon or anything else.

▪ Feel free to tag me in any starter. I track “oretatsubasa.” If I don’t answer right away, you might want to check up on me. Sometimes I don’t get notified, but please wait at least a week before messaging me. I have other things going on, and I may take my time to reply to you. I do not reply to things in order either. It doesn’t mean that I’m ignoring you.  

▪ Since I do take my time, I won't mind if you do either. Quality over quantity and speed.

▪ While I do prefer paragraphs, I don’t mind casual or quick threads. 

▪ I rp with everyone: canons, ocs, and other fandoms! I'm not quite sure about shipping with Kouichi because he is only eleven years old, but friendships are cool.

▪ Don’t be afraid to jump into my ask box and ask about my character or anything really. I don’t bite.

▪ I do look over blogs before I follow. If your blog has an excessive amount of OOC, general unrelated posts, or constantly untrimmed posts, then I might not follow your blog. We can still rp, I just don’t like the clutter.