Sorry for my absence (if you missed me at all. ingrates. 
) but I was ugly sick for a while there, and I've learned the hard way that it's not a bright idea for me to write when I'm sick, no matter how much free time is on my hands. And when I came out of it, I wasn't feeling the flow of ADF so much. I intend to go back to it, but it wasn't what I wanted to write, so I didn't. So I figured I'd toss this out instead. It's not much at the moment, but I thought it was kinda funny.
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Dream Catcher
A Digimon 03/05 Fanfic
Chapter 1
An explosion ripped apart an office building on AS-Shinjuku, sending a figure plummeting backwards, having been blown right through it. Amazingly, it whipped around in mid-air, raising its armored and clawed gloves well above its head. "Dark Gaia Force!"
The inky black energy flew back along the black armored being's trajectory, visible only by the raging fire that was it's current backdrop. A second figure, much smaller than the first, weaved around the sickly energy and slammed into his opponent, driving them all the way into the ground. The man had slicked back blue hair and sunglasses to adorn his face, and was wearing a black suit with a dark gray shirt with red tie and gloves.
"C'mon, BlackWarGreymon. Aren't you tired of this yet?" The man really hoped he was. He wasn't sure just how many more times he could keep doing this tonight. Sheesh. Ultimates are something else. He chuckled at the small murmuring that seemed to come from nowhere behind him. Well, you're an ultimate, too. "Just go home. I mean, I'm the nice welcoming committee. I'm not likely to put you in a cage and dissect you or anything."
The digimon just glared balefully at him. "No. Humanity will pay. Black Tornado!" The tornado could go one of two ways, the man knew. It could come straight at him as a piercing attack, which would be pretty quick, or BlackWarGreymon could go full upright like a real storm and go for destroying more property as a sustained technique. Either way, it wasn't something you stuck around for.
"Oh boy," the man mumbled as his opponent went for the second option, and threw himself backwards, taking off in flight once again, just barely making it out of the tornado's envelope as it picked up speed. He continued upwards and backwards to keep himself clear of both the tornado and buildings alike. He frowned and spoke aloud this time. "You sure you can't do anything about this, partner?" Again, a small murmuring answered him, and he grumbled a bit. "Yeah, yeah, I remember. Just don't be stingy with the juice."
Floating back a bit more out of range to buy himself some time, he raised his hands in a practiced motion in front of him. An odd nimbus of energy surrounded his hands. Rather than be solid, it seemed composed of any number of shapes and symbols, from standards numbers and letters to ancient runes, floating up and disappearing from where they emerged from his gloved hands. Dodging out of the way of the Black Tornado once more, and knowing it would take time for the digimon to turn around unless he dropped the technique, he began.
His hand flew out quickly, and drew a circle which, like a child's finger painting, hung on the air like canvas, made of the same (annotated? symbolated?) energy. Then, he began adding to it. A line here, a box there, not just inside the circle, but outwards as well, and in three dimensions, one hand turning the picture even as the other was drawing, hands often switching jobs.
The tornado drew close again, but he ignored it as he put the finishing touches on his construct and spun it again in inspection. He narrowed his eyes behind the shades and sighed. "I gave you a chance. You should have taken it." He chucked the sphere into the tornado. "But this is what you get for messing with... The Midnight Runner!"
For an instant, nothing seemed to happen, and then there was a terrible, ear splitting shriek, as if someone had ripped apart metal, and the entire tornado exploded into paper. Following its physics, it shot upwards quite a bit at that speed before even beginning to level off. In the center of the tornado, all that was left was a crumpled, bloody ball of metal from where the ultimate digimon's armor had suddenly rushed inwards towards his core. It lingered for a moment, before exploding into data.
The data recollected into an egg and fell towards the ground, and the man flew down to catch it, and leveled off twenty feet above the ground. Setting down, he swiftly made a much less complicated symbol with only his right hand and gently tossed the egg through the vortex that appeared. "Well, that's that, I suppose."
The flashing of lights and screeching of tires told him otherwise. "Hold it right there, Midnight Runner!"
Sighing, the blue haired man turned around, his sunglasses meaning that he had no trouble with the headlights that were shining at him from the car. A smile was on his face as he did so however. "Miki! Megumi! How are you tonight, ladies?"
The dark haired Shirakawa Megumi snorted, crossing her arms under her breasts. "Better, now that we've caught you."
The Midnight Runner sighed. "Can't you just say that you were too late to stop me? I've just had to take down an ultimate, and I've got another long day tomorrow."
"Not with the camera in the car we can't." Megumi started stalking towards him.
Runner arched an eyebrow. "I could take care of that real fast."
Kurosaki Miki tossed her short blonde hair back and thrust out her chest a bit. "And the ones in our uniforms," she teased.
The blue haired man laughed and waggled his eyebrows a bit. "Well, as much as I'd certainly love to take care of your uniforms, I simply must go." He lifted off the ground a bit and turned back to them. "And you may want to read your mail first." He shot off behind a building just as the bits of paper he'd turned the tornado into earlier stared drifting heavily down to ground level.
Megumi glared a bit at her partner. "I know we couldn't have caught him, but do you have to encourage him?"
Miki rolled her eyes and brushed away one of the papers that was fluttering in her face. "I just think he's kind of cute, that's all." When Megumi didn't retort, she looked over, prepared for the worst, the man was a criminal, after all. Instead of that, she found her friend staring at one of the raining papers with all the blood drained from her face. "Megumi?"
"Fliers," her partner blurted.
"Eh?" The blonde grabbed one out of the air herself and looked, and she instantly closed her eyes and threw it away. "Kyaah!"
"Fliers," the brunette repeated, "for hookers!"
Miki just put her face in her hands. In any moment, what she'd said about finding the Runner cute would catch up with Megumi and she'd never hear the end of it.
"With our faces!"
Her head shot out of her hands. She'd just seen the naked and tossed it away, but... really? How?
"And our phone numbers!"
Miki started looking for a rock or something she could crawl under. Maybe it would be safe to come out some time next century.
) but I was ugly sick for a while there, and I've learned the hard way that it's not a bright idea for me to write when I'm sick, no matter how much free time is on my hands. And when I came out of it, I wasn't feeling the flow of ADF so much. I intend to go back to it, but it wasn't what I wanted to write, so I didn't. So I figured I'd toss this out instead. It's not much at the moment, but I thought it was kinda funny.---
Dream Catcher
A Digimon 03/05 Fanfic
Chapter 1
An explosion ripped apart an office building on AS-Shinjuku, sending a figure plummeting backwards, having been blown right through it. Amazingly, it whipped around in mid-air, raising its armored and clawed gloves well above its head. "Dark Gaia Force!"
The inky black energy flew back along the black armored being's trajectory, visible only by the raging fire that was it's current backdrop. A second figure, much smaller than the first, weaved around the sickly energy and slammed into his opponent, driving them all the way into the ground. The man had slicked back blue hair and sunglasses to adorn his face, and was wearing a black suit with a dark gray shirt with red tie and gloves.
"C'mon, BlackWarGreymon. Aren't you tired of this yet?" The man really hoped he was. He wasn't sure just how many more times he could keep doing this tonight. Sheesh. Ultimates are something else. He chuckled at the small murmuring that seemed to come from nowhere behind him. Well, you're an ultimate, too. "Just go home. I mean, I'm the nice welcoming committee. I'm not likely to put you in a cage and dissect you or anything."
The digimon just glared balefully at him. "No. Humanity will pay. Black Tornado!" The tornado could go one of two ways, the man knew. It could come straight at him as a piercing attack, which would be pretty quick, or BlackWarGreymon could go full upright like a real storm and go for destroying more property as a sustained technique. Either way, it wasn't something you stuck around for.
"Oh boy," the man mumbled as his opponent went for the second option, and threw himself backwards, taking off in flight once again, just barely making it out of the tornado's envelope as it picked up speed. He continued upwards and backwards to keep himself clear of both the tornado and buildings alike. He frowned and spoke aloud this time. "You sure you can't do anything about this, partner?" Again, a small murmuring answered him, and he grumbled a bit. "Yeah, yeah, I remember. Just don't be stingy with the juice."
Floating back a bit more out of range to buy himself some time, he raised his hands in a practiced motion in front of him. An odd nimbus of energy surrounded his hands. Rather than be solid, it seemed composed of any number of shapes and symbols, from standards numbers and letters to ancient runes, floating up and disappearing from where they emerged from his gloved hands. Dodging out of the way of the Black Tornado once more, and knowing it would take time for the digimon to turn around unless he dropped the technique, he began.
His hand flew out quickly, and drew a circle which, like a child's finger painting, hung on the air like canvas, made of the same (annotated? symbolated?) energy. Then, he began adding to it. A line here, a box there, not just inside the circle, but outwards as well, and in three dimensions, one hand turning the picture even as the other was drawing, hands often switching jobs.
The tornado drew close again, but he ignored it as he put the finishing touches on his construct and spun it again in inspection. He narrowed his eyes behind the shades and sighed. "I gave you a chance. You should have taken it." He chucked the sphere into the tornado. "But this is what you get for messing with... The Midnight Runner!"
For an instant, nothing seemed to happen, and then there was a terrible, ear splitting shriek, as if someone had ripped apart metal, and the entire tornado exploded into paper. Following its physics, it shot upwards quite a bit at that speed before even beginning to level off. In the center of the tornado, all that was left was a crumpled, bloody ball of metal from where the ultimate digimon's armor had suddenly rushed inwards towards his core. It lingered for a moment, before exploding into data.
The data recollected into an egg and fell towards the ground, and the man flew down to catch it, and leveled off twenty feet above the ground. Setting down, he swiftly made a much less complicated symbol with only his right hand and gently tossed the egg through the vortex that appeared. "Well, that's that, I suppose."
The flashing of lights and screeching of tires told him otherwise. "Hold it right there, Midnight Runner!"
Sighing, the blue haired man turned around, his sunglasses meaning that he had no trouble with the headlights that were shining at him from the car. A smile was on his face as he did so however. "Miki! Megumi! How are you tonight, ladies?"
The dark haired Shirakawa Megumi snorted, crossing her arms under her breasts. "Better, now that we've caught you."
The Midnight Runner sighed. "Can't you just say that you were too late to stop me? I've just had to take down an ultimate, and I've got another long day tomorrow."
"Not with the camera in the car we can't." Megumi started stalking towards him.
Runner arched an eyebrow. "I could take care of that real fast."
Kurosaki Miki tossed her short blonde hair back and thrust out her chest a bit. "And the ones in our uniforms," she teased.
The blue haired man laughed and waggled his eyebrows a bit. "Well, as much as I'd certainly love to take care of your uniforms, I simply must go." He lifted off the ground a bit and turned back to them. "And you may want to read your mail first." He shot off behind a building just as the bits of paper he'd turned the tornado into earlier stared drifting heavily down to ground level.
Megumi glared a bit at her partner. "I know we couldn't have caught him, but do you have to encourage him?"
Miki rolled her eyes and brushed away one of the papers that was fluttering in her face. "I just think he's kind of cute, that's all." When Megumi didn't retort, she looked over, prepared for the worst, the man was a criminal, after all. Instead of that, she found her friend staring at one of the raining papers with all the blood drained from her face. "Megumi?"
"Fliers," her partner blurted.
"Eh?" The blonde grabbed one out of the air herself and looked, and she instantly closed her eyes and threw it away. "Kyaah!"
"Fliers," the brunette repeated, "for hookers!"
Miki just put her face in her hands. In any moment, what she'd said about finding the Runner cute would catch up with Megumi and she'd never hear the end of it.
"With our faces!"
Her head shot out of her hands. She'd just seen the naked and tossed it away, but... really? How?
"And our phone numbers!"
Miki started looking for a rock or something she could crawl under. Maybe it would be safe to come out some time next century.