Cross-posting this here, since it gets more traffic than the digimon section:
It was twilight when Ranma was able to convince the doctors to release him. He was mostly better by then. Ryouga never did much actual damage to him. A few bruises, a popped shoulder, honestly if it weren’t for the Lost Boy’s immense toughness, Ranma would have been worried about him instead. His rival had taken much worse than he’d given Ranma, but he’d gotten lost in the middle of the fight. Ranma only ended up at the doctor’s because he’d been exhausted from blasting Ryouga with confidence.
Mokou Takabisha. That technique was not an easy one to develop, nor was it easy to consistently use. He had to know he was going to win. Of course, there weren’t many people who could beat him, after all, he was Ranma Saotome. He always won in the end. It was just sometimes, the cost of winning didn’t seem worth the result. He’d lost friends that way. They’d won, but then his father had to drag him off… and his best friend couldn’t come with him. She had to stay.
Still, he kept his memento of her in the bottom of his pack, buried deep beneath where Genma couldn’t find it. It had no power now without her here, but it was still something he could remember her with.
A white fog began to roll in toward an abandoned construction site nearby. It drew his eye because the nearest body of water was two streets over. Okay. That wasn’t fog. Fog didn’t produce light of its own. It couldn’t be what Ranma was thinking of, but if it was and he didn’t investigate, he’d feel like a heel.
As soon as he stepped into the fog, the hairs on his arm stood on end, and he squinted. It was so bright. This right here is why he and the others wore sunglasses. Well, one wore goggles, but he wasn’t so sure about that one’s intelligence. Of course, his own was a bit debatable as well. Ranma shook his head and continued heading into what he now knew was a digital field. If a digimon was emerging here in Nerima, it was his job to deal with it. How he dealt with it depended on what was inside.
He made it to the electrical fog of the digital field and looked over the construction site. Where was the digimon? His hand twitched, reaching for a pouch that wasn’t at his waist. He had no method of tracking it other than his eyes.
There! A flash of green skin dashing across the exposed I-beam. No real world creature had green skin. It had to be a digimon. His eyes narrowed as the full digimon came into view. It had white hair, viciously sharp teeth, wore a loincloth and in its hand it held a bone-white club. It was an Ogremon.
Ranma’s mind idly called up its statistics. Ogremon, an Adult level digimon. Ogre type. Virus attribute. It evolved from a Goblimon, and its attacks other than the bone club were a pummel ability and Tyrant Fist, an energy wave.
Maybe he could convince it to just go back to the digital world. Ranma scoffed. Like that would happen. Oh good, it looked like Ogremon just noticed it wasn’t alone.
“Well, if it isn’t an Ogremon. Long way from the Digital World… How you doing tonight, buddy?â€
Ogremon roared in response, and if that wasn’t telling about what was likely coming, nothing was. “Don’t suppose I can talk you into going back to the Digital World on your own.â€
Ogremon’s roar echoed through the construction site and it leaped upward onto another I-beam.
“Didn’t think so…†Ranma ran after it.
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An alarm blared through the headquarters of HYPNOS, and Mitsuo Yamaki dashed up to the central level so he could see the room’s domed screen representation of the network and Tokyo. This was the first alert they’d had in a few months, and while the last one wasn’t that dangerous, that didn’t change the fact that whenever a digimon came through, he needed to know. He might not have been able to prevent it, but he had field agents now whose judgment he trusted. The screen’s light reflected off his sunglasses and he resisted the urge to run a hand through his graying hair; instead his left hand found his zippo lighter.
“Get a lock on that wild one.†He looked to his two sysops. Reika Ootori sat back to back with Megumi Onodera, each with their personal screens over their eyes and keyboards in front of them. The machine arm that their chairs sat on rotated them with a frequency that would likely have made him sick if it were him.
“Almost have it, boss.†Megumi probably did too. Between both of his sysops, they had thirteen years of experience dealing with bio-emergence events. Yamaki flicked open his lighter and closed it idly as he watched them work. The last actually dangerous bio-emergence event happened five and a half years ago, when a Locomon became a runaway train on a Shinjuku track. It had been taken over by Parasimon in a plot to crack the digital world wide open so that a number of the creatures could invade. Luckily that was stopped by his field operatives.
“Locked, Yamaki.†Reika Ootori, his on again, off again girlfriend and confidant spoke confidently. He had a thing for redheads, but that was neither here nor there. He needed to find out where this wild one was so he could send someone to deal with it.
“Good, do you have a location yet?â€
“Working on it.†Reika said as she typed. Reika and Megumi’s typing had to be something like in the thousands of words per minute with that speed of operation. “Got it! It looks like it’s emerging in Furinkan-cho, Nerima.â€
Fuck. This would have been easier if it were Shinjuku, it was nice and local, and he’d be able to send all the field agents without worrying about exposure. Matsuki was right out. Guilmon was too large to get on the train safely. Makino was out of town with her mother on business. Kitagawa had a preparatory test that he needed to focus on. Shioda had the same issue as Matsuki. That left… “Get Li on the line, send him there. Tell him to take the train. He needs to get there as soon as he can.â€
“Right.†And Megumi dialed out. There hadn’t been many bio-emergence events lately. None of them were all that dangerous either. So why did this one cause a pit in his stomach?
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Feral or not, this Ogremon was smart. It had to be luring him in, there’s no way a feral digimon would just not attack a human without reason. It had to be feral too. It had ignored his attempt at communication. Ranma leaped onto an I-beam after it. He could see it heading toward one of the corners… there was no way it didn’t know Ranma was after him.
There! Ogremon’s right hand curled into a fist and a dark aura formed around it. “TYRANT FIST!†Ranma had less than a second to drop off the I-beam and cling underneath as a wave of dark energy passed over above him, crumbling the barely finished wall behind it.
Using his momentum, he swung himself a t Ogremon, foot first. “METEOR KICK!†If the digimon was going to call out its attacks, it’d only be fair for him to call his own out.
Oh. That wasn’t good. Ogremon swung its bone club down and grazed Ranma, deflecting the kick into the ground nearby. Ranma flipped back to his feet and Ogremon batted him hard with the bone club, sending him downward to a lower floor. This thing was at least as tall as Tarou’s cursed form, and it had good instincts. This was going to be a fun fight.
Ranma got his feet under him and cushioned his landing on the ground, it giving way just enough to slow him down. He winced, his shoulder was acting up. He really didn’t need that to happen right now. Looking over the building, he could see where Ogremon was standing. All he needed was one good hit… There!
Ranma kicked at the wall, and a crack propagated upward and into the floor below Ogremon. It collapsed under the digimon’s weight and Ranma jumped at its falling form. Ranma kicked the Ogremon midair, driving it into the wall and kicking up some dust.
“TYRANT FIST!†Ranma dropped to his back to let the energy wave pass over him. Jumping to his feet, Ranma ran into the dust cloud after Ogremon and had to dodge a bone club swipe.
“Kachuu Tenshin Amaguriken!†Ranma’s fists blurred as he hit the Ogremon several hundred times, taking the same strategy as fighting Ryouga. Ogremon was a big tough digimon, so several punches to the same area should work.
As the dust cleared, Ranma could see the look of surprise on the digimon’s face. There was no way it was expecting a human to fight back. Not successfully, at least. Ranma kept the projection of confidence up. He’d beat this digimon, after all, Ranma Saotome never loses.
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“Jenryaaaa….!†His little sister’s voice rang out through the Li household as he finished up his phone call. While Shiuchun had turned thirteen a couple months back, he swore sometimes she acted like she was still seven or eight. She met him in the hallway, and on her head was the dark three horned form of Lopmon. “That was Yamaki-san wasn’t it? Talking about a new digimon appearing?â€
Jenrya sighed. His sister was a bit perceptive. “Yeah, he couldn’t tell me what it was, just where it was emerging. “ Normally the D-Ark would have picked it up, but he guessed that the digimon emerged out of range of its detection zone. This wouldn’t be the first time something like that happened.
“So where’d Yamaki want us to go, Jian?†Terriermon waddled out, his ears tied into a bow. Jenrya looked at his little sister and the pristine Lopmon and back at Terriermon. Color tinged the child digimon’s face as he glared at Jenrya. “I was hungry and Shiuchun said my ears needed to be out of the way!â€
Of… course she did. At least Terriermon wasn’t wearing make-up this time. He wasn’t going to begrudge his digimon’s life choices, but seriously… “Right, Princess Pretty Pants, we’re headed to Nerima. We’ll be taking the train, and Yamaki-san is paying.â€
“We’re going too!†Why couldn’t Shiuchun be out with one of her friends… or even Ai and Mako. They weren’t that much younger than her, and he knew he saw them at her juku.
“Absolutely not. Terriermon and I are headed there alone. We’ll handle Nerima.†No way was he getting in trouble for letting his little sister go on a train this time of day.
“I’m older than you were when you fought digimon!†Shiuchun sounded angry.
“Yeah, but we fought them here in Shibuya. Besides Mom would kill me if you got on the train and something happened. Come on, Terriermon.â€
He turned to grab his D-Ark and a pack of modify cards as Terriermon jumped to his shoulder. He could hear Lopmon whispering something to his sister, but he didn’t know what.
“Fine, we’ll just patrol the area around here.†Shiuchun caved pretty fast there. Something wasn’t quite right… but he didn’t have time to mull over that. A digimon was coming out on the other side of the city.
Why couldn’t this happen when Ruki got back?
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It was twilight when Ranma was able to convince the doctors to release him. He was mostly better by then. Ryouga never did much actual damage to him. A few bruises, a popped shoulder, honestly if it weren’t for the Lost Boy’s immense toughness, Ranma would have been worried about him instead. His rival had taken much worse than he’d given Ranma, but he’d gotten lost in the middle of the fight. Ranma only ended up at the doctor’s because he’d been exhausted from blasting Ryouga with confidence.
Mokou Takabisha. That technique was not an easy one to develop, nor was it easy to consistently use. He had to know he was going to win. Of course, there weren’t many people who could beat him, after all, he was Ranma Saotome. He always won in the end. It was just sometimes, the cost of winning didn’t seem worth the result. He’d lost friends that way. They’d won, but then his father had to drag him off… and his best friend couldn’t come with him. She had to stay.
Still, he kept his memento of her in the bottom of his pack, buried deep beneath where Genma couldn’t find it. It had no power now without her here, but it was still something he could remember her with.
A white fog began to roll in toward an abandoned construction site nearby. It drew his eye because the nearest body of water was two streets over. Okay. That wasn’t fog. Fog didn’t produce light of its own. It couldn’t be what Ranma was thinking of, but if it was and he didn’t investigate, he’d feel like a heel.
As soon as he stepped into the fog, the hairs on his arm stood on end, and he squinted. It was so bright. This right here is why he and the others wore sunglasses. Well, one wore goggles, but he wasn’t so sure about that one’s intelligence. Of course, his own was a bit debatable as well. Ranma shook his head and continued heading into what he now knew was a digital field. If a digimon was emerging here in Nerima, it was his job to deal with it. How he dealt with it depended on what was inside.
He made it to the electrical fog of the digital field and looked over the construction site. Where was the digimon? His hand twitched, reaching for a pouch that wasn’t at his waist. He had no method of tracking it other than his eyes.
There! A flash of green skin dashing across the exposed I-beam. No real world creature had green skin. It had to be a digimon. His eyes narrowed as the full digimon came into view. It had white hair, viciously sharp teeth, wore a loincloth and in its hand it held a bone-white club. It was an Ogremon.
Ranma’s mind idly called up its statistics. Ogremon, an Adult level digimon. Ogre type. Virus attribute. It evolved from a Goblimon, and its attacks other than the bone club were a pummel ability and Tyrant Fist, an energy wave.
Maybe he could convince it to just go back to the digital world. Ranma scoffed. Like that would happen. Oh good, it looked like Ogremon just noticed it wasn’t alone.
“Well, if it isn’t an Ogremon. Long way from the Digital World… How you doing tonight, buddy?â€
Ogremon roared in response, and if that wasn’t telling about what was likely coming, nothing was. “Don’t suppose I can talk you into going back to the Digital World on your own.â€
Ogremon’s roar echoed through the construction site and it leaped upward onto another I-beam.
“Didn’t think so…†Ranma ran after it.
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An alarm blared through the headquarters of HYPNOS, and Mitsuo Yamaki dashed up to the central level so he could see the room’s domed screen representation of the network and Tokyo. This was the first alert they’d had in a few months, and while the last one wasn’t that dangerous, that didn’t change the fact that whenever a digimon came through, he needed to know. He might not have been able to prevent it, but he had field agents now whose judgment he trusted. The screen’s light reflected off his sunglasses and he resisted the urge to run a hand through his graying hair; instead his left hand found his zippo lighter.
“Get a lock on that wild one.†He looked to his two sysops. Reika Ootori sat back to back with Megumi Onodera, each with their personal screens over their eyes and keyboards in front of them. The machine arm that their chairs sat on rotated them with a frequency that would likely have made him sick if it were him.
“Almost have it, boss.†Megumi probably did too. Between both of his sysops, they had thirteen years of experience dealing with bio-emergence events. Yamaki flicked open his lighter and closed it idly as he watched them work. The last actually dangerous bio-emergence event happened five and a half years ago, when a Locomon became a runaway train on a Shinjuku track. It had been taken over by Parasimon in a plot to crack the digital world wide open so that a number of the creatures could invade. Luckily that was stopped by his field operatives.
“Locked, Yamaki.†Reika Ootori, his on again, off again girlfriend and confidant spoke confidently. He had a thing for redheads, but that was neither here nor there. He needed to find out where this wild one was so he could send someone to deal with it.
“Good, do you have a location yet?â€
“Working on it.†Reika said as she typed. Reika and Megumi’s typing had to be something like in the thousands of words per minute with that speed of operation. “Got it! It looks like it’s emerging in Furinkan-cho, Nerima.â€
Fuck. This would have been easier if it were Shinjuku, it was nice and local, and he’d be able to send all the field agents without worrying about exposure. Matsuki was right out. Guilmon was too large to get on the train safely. Makino was out of town with her mother on business. Kitagawa had a preparatory test that he needed to focus on. Shioda had the same issue as Matsuki. That left… “Get Li on the line, send him there. Tell him to take the train. He needs to get there as soon as he can.â€
“Right.†And Megumi dialed out. There hadn’t been many bio-emergence events lately. None of them were all that dangerous either. So why did this one cause a pit in his stomach?
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Feral or not, this Ogremon was smart. It had to be luring him in, there’s no way a feral digimon would just not attack a human without reason. It had to be feral too. It had ignored his attempt at communication. Ranma leaped onto an I-beam after it. He could see it heading toward one of the corners… there was no way it didn’t know Ranma was after him.
There! Ogremon’s right hand curled into a fist and a dark aura formed around it. “TYRANT FIST!†Ranma had less than a second to drop off the I-beam and cling underneath as a wave of dark energy passed over above him, crumbling the barely finished wall behind it.
Using his momentum, he swung himself a t Ogremon, foot first. “METEOR KICK!†If the digimon was going to call out its attacks, it’d only be fair for him to call his own out.
Oh. That wasn’t good. Ogremon swung its bone club down and grazed Ranma, deflecting the kick into the ground nearby. Ranma flipped back to his feet and Ogremon batted him hard with the bone club, sending him downward to a lower floor. This thing was at least as tall as Tarou’s cursed form, and it had good instincts. This was going to be a fun fight.
Ranma got his feet under him and cushioned his landing on the ground, it giving way just enough to slow him down. He winced, his shoulder was acting up. He really didn’t need that to happen right now. Looking over the building, he could see where Ogremon was standing. All he needed was one good hit… There!
Ranma kicked at the wall, and a crack propagated upward and into the floor below Ogremon. It collapsed under the digimon’s weight and Ranma jumped at its falling form. Ranma kicked the Ogremon midair, driving it into the wall and kicking up some dust.
“TYRANT FIST!†Ranma dropped to his back to let the energy wave pass over him. Jumping to his feet, Ranma ran into the dust cloud after Ogremon and had to dodge a bone club swipe.
“Kachuu Tenshin Amaguriken!†Ranma’s fists blurred as he hit the Ogremon several hundred times, taking the same strategy as fighting Ryouga. Ogremon was a big tough digimon, so several punches to the same area should work.
As the dust cleared, Ranma could see the look of surprise on the digimon’s face. There was no way it was expecting a human to fight back. Not successfully, at least. Ranma kept the projection of confidence up. He’d beat this digimon, after all, Ranma Saotome never loses.
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“Jenryaaaa….!†His little sister’s voice rang out through the Li household as he finished up his phone call. While Shiuchun had turned thirteen a couple months back, he swore sometimes she acted like she was still seven or eight. She met him in the hallway, and on her head was the dark three horned form of Lopmon. “That was Yamaki-san wasn’t it? Talking about a new digimon appearing?â€
Jenrya sighed. His sister was a bit perceptive. “Yeah, he couldn’t tell me what it was, just where it was emerging. “ Normally the D-Ark would have picked it up, but he guessed that the digimon emerged out of range of its detection zone. This wouldn’t be the first time something like that happened.
“So where’d Yamaki want us to go, Jian?†Terriermon waddled out, his ears tied into a bow. Jenrya looked at his little sister and the pristine Lopmon and back at Terriermon. Color tinged the child digimon’s face as he glared at Jenrya. “I was hungry and Shiuchun said my ears needed to be out of the way!â€
Of… course she did. At least Terriermon wasn’t wearing make-up this time. He wasn’t going to begrudge his digimon’s life choices, but seriously… “Right, Princess Pretty Pants, we’re headed to Nerima. We’ll be taking the train, and Yamaki-san is paying.â€
“We’re going too!†Why couldn’t Shiuchun be out with one of her friends… or even Ai and Mako. They weren’t that much younger than her, and he knew he saw them at her juku.
“Absolutely not. Terriermon and I are headed there alone. We’ll handle Nerima.†No way was he getting in trouble for letting his little sister go on a train this time of day.
“I’m older than you were when you fought digimon!†Shiuchun sounded angry.
“Yeah, but we fought them here in Shibuya. Besides Mom would kill me if you got on the train and something happened. Come on, Terriermon.â€
He turned to grab his D-Ark and a pack of modify cards as Terriermon jumped to his shoulder. He could hear Lopmon whispering something to his sister, but he didn’t know what.
“Fine, we’ll just patrol the area around here.†Shiuchun caved pretty fast there. Something wasn’t quite right… but he didn’t have time to mull over that. A digimon was coming out on the other side of the city.
Why couldn’t this happen when Ruki got back?
(Mods, feel free to delete the other one)