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Character Sheet: You'll get one once you have a partner.

>>2009342
>The Outsider

>>2009342
>The Outsider

>>2009342
>The Guardian

>>2009342
>The Outsider

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>>2009358
>The Outsider

You are(still) Terua Fujit, and your superiors are all assholes.

With the barest scraps of an explanation and certainly no apology, you were given the rest of your assigned belongings and ordered to be up and ready at first light.

Breakfast passed by in a sleep-deprived blur, and Morning Drills were hardly a challenge when your fellow cadets were sheltered and spindly teens.

But now, now you're ready to receive your digimon partner.


The DNA lab is eerily similar to your test chambers, massive cylinders flanked your sides as they bubbled with Fractal DNA and unknown chemicals. The lighting here is a lot better, though.

A bespecaled man, Quartermaster Stripes according to his tag, reviews your documents for the third time before taking your Digi-beetle and slotting it into a terminal.

"Your partner is being transferred now. You're free to purchase any assortment of Environs or Food for it, from the appropriate shop terminals of course, but the Digi-beetle itself can handle the bare minimum if you wish to spend your allowance elsewhere. You are dismissed until it hatches, whereupon you are to report to the seargent."

The man adjusts a few more parameters before handing the Digi-beetle back to you. "And DO NOT biomerge until your partner has reached Rookie stage."

>"Of course, there's no need to plunge babies straight into combat."
>"Why does it matter? We're already locking them up in cages."
>Just salute and leave, you have shopping to do.
>Sneak out and go Downtown, you know where to look for some Illegal Data.

>>2009380
>"Why does it matter? We're already locking them up in cages."

>>2009380
>"Of course, there's no need to plunge babies straight into combat."

>>2009380
>>Sneak out and go Downtown, you know where to look for some Illegal Data.

Rolled 2 (1d3)

>>2009382
>>2009384
>>2009388
rolling for tie

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>"Of course, there's no need to plunge babies straight into combat."
The thought alone used to sicken you, but right now, the only thing stopping you is disgust at the possibility of becoming as bad as your target.

"Good, good." Stripes takes off his glasses an idly cleans them. "Too many over-eager cadets think that a Digi-beetle turns them into heroes or defenders of justice or whathaveyou."

He taps on one of the large cylinders. "These kids in here, they're very impressionable. We made sure they'd be, to bond with their human Operators faster. They themselves don't know their own limits, and pushing them too hard too early introduces....Instabilities."

A fox-like creature springs out from under the desk, knocking over a trash can before resting its head on the quartermaster's knee.

"This one here is one of our prototypes, not....technically a digimon. Some might call them failures, but we aren't exactly throwing them out the trash." He lifts it up and strokes curiously electric fur. "Whatever they say out there, we still want to treat the creatures we create with respect and care."

Leaving with a proper salute, you consider your options.

>Shop for some Environs and Food, it could affect your Partner's Egg growth.
>Sneak out and go Downtown, you know where to look for some Illegal Data.
>Head to the Training Grounds, and challenge some seniors. It's the fastest way to get familiar with Tower weaponry.
>Go find your fellow cadets. Your suspicions have only grown since passing your "Test".

>>2009437
>Sneak out and go Downtown, you know where to look for some Illegal Data.

Should I try in a different timeslot, or simply a different day of the week?

>>2009450
writing

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>Sneak out and go Downtown, you know where to look for some Illegal Data.
It's time for last night's obssessive searching to bear fruit.

You sneak a peak once more at the scrap of paper in your pocket. It had already been in your room when you first entered, and it contained all the essential search terms and euphemisms to find the Black Market. Someone is aiding you, and you'll take all the help you can get in this vast and tall and thoroughly cramped city.

Marching out the doors is fairly simple. Not all stay in the dormitory, at least until they reach officer grade and are required to be on-call almost 24/7. You find yourself in a fairly upstanding sector of the city, dissapointingly stereotypical in contrast to the other day.

As you approach Downtown, however, avoiding the security cameras takes some doing. You need to duck and weave through a set route of alleyways and catwalks before dropping down a fire escape and into the slums.


The Black Markets themselves don't try very hard to hide what they sell. LED signs list all manner of goods, prices, and bootleg equipment for sale. Nearly all of them, though, lists a familiar word: Instability Rating.

Nobody bats an eye as you browse for something to buy.
>Bootleg Digi-beetle with Digi-egg [Security-, Instability++] (Will enable Jogress)
>Devil Chip set [Instability+++], enough to get a Champion halfway to Ultimate strength
>Blaster Unlimited [Unintegrated, Instability+]
>Blade Unlimited [Unintegrated, Instability+]
>Recovery Floppy X set, enough to never need recovery items for a long time.

>You have enough Bits for 2, but spending all of it will raise suspicion.

>>2009537
>Recovery Floppy X set, enough to never need recovery items for a long time.

>>2009537
>Recovery Floppy X set, enough to never need recovery items for a long time.

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>>2009588
>>Recovery Floppy X set, enough to never need recovery items for a long time.
The stack is actually fairly hefty. This is far more than you could practically use or physically handle in a single mission, without really breaking any rules.

You're back in Black Sword HQ with little fuss. Your uniform is fairly scuffed from climbing back up, but you were never one to keep clean.

An ebony spire rises out the center of the lobby, displaying news and general information. Most of the squads seem to be sortied for patrol or extermination, but that's hardly unusual. Your wandering eyes pass over Wynn, staring intently at the screens, but the buzz from your Digi-beetle hurries you back to your room, telling you it's almost time.


Time. Every second you waste here is a second not spent searching. A little bit of hope lost as the memory of her cries echoes in your head. You're thumbing the Digi-beetle unconsciously as it shakes and wobbles when a faint trickle of light flows from your hand into the machine.

>Instability: 1

You're certain that was Digi-soul just now. The power of humans, the power that digimon use to surpass all limits. The egg crackles and vibrates violently, light flooding the confines of the capsule-bed as a tiny creature formed on the screen.

Your new partner has an insectile head and a tough outer shell. It sways from a vine somehow connecting to empty space, and the smell of vegetation wafts into your nose. The scent of home.

>Set the terms straight, he's gonna work for you and you won't take no for an answer.
>Try to see if he can talk. Maybe it recalls something?
>Forget that, this little guy just hatched as an In-Training. Maybe if you could feed it Digi-soul again....

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If I disappear, I'm probably asleep.

>>2009661
>Try to see if he can talk. Maybe it recalls something?
Don't want to rush it. I'm assuming forcing it to digivolve will increase instability?

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>>2009692
>Try to see if he can talk. Maybe it recalls something?
"Hey. Can you understand me?" You've handled babies before, back at the village. Even then, you were never any good at it, but you'll just have to make do.

The little cocoon wobbles side to side as it tests out its own mouth. "Miii? No." No good, it can barely speak.

"Do you have a name? What should I call you?"

It's eyes scrunch in concentration, before something glints in its eyes. Realization? "Naaaaa. Yu!" Maybe just poo, seeing the liquid dripping down its back.

Nayu? His name is Nayu? You have a sneaking suspicion that he's just vaguely copying your words, but it's a name as good as any other. You toggle the Digi-beetle to clean it up and drop in some food.

>Digi-beetle ver. α
>>Minomon - In-Training

>>Primary Functions Unlocked: Food, Environs, Clean, Bandage, Anti-virus
>>Secondary Functions Unlocked: Blaster0.exe, Blade0.exe


>Head to the training grounds. You can't biomerge, but maybe you can start showing Nayu how fighting works.
>Find the other cadets. You can't biomerge, but combat between Digimon should still be allowed.
>Just stay here and talk? What can you even talk about?
>write-in

>>2011977
>Head to the training grounds. You can't biomerge, but maybe you can start showing Nayu how fighting works.

I need to step out, and it looks like this timeslot is even worse, so go on and vote if anyone happens to see this a few hours later.

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>>2012342
>Head to the training grounds. You can't biomerge, but maybe you can start showing Nayu how fighting works.

The training grounds is part shooting range, part sparring ring, with projectors of all sorts generating dummies of various digimon. A few Hunters here and there are testing their weapons and chatting, but nobody really bothers you.

Registering for a basic sandbag opponent, you take your position in the sparring ring.

>Loading Blaster0.exe

It's fairly awkward to call up your weapon, entering specific commands into your Digi-beetle. It'll probably be easier once you biomerge. The gun materializes at your waist, fairly blocky and almost toy-like. A few test shots reveal that the recoil is anything but.

Your shots go wide, smacking against the forcefield generated around the ring. You try different postures and movements, but you can only really hit the target by crouching and bracing.

>Loading Blade0.exe

This one is a much simpler design, a blade of blue-green hardlight extending from your arm. It slides across the sandbag, requiring more than a little force to even scrape it. You slam your weapon against the sandbag in vague approximations of the spear techniques you were taught. Too slow, too little reach.


"Aren't you an over-eager one?" A capped Hunter calls out to you from the terminal. "What say we give you a more fitting opponent?"

The sandbag fizzles into data as a massive Lego monstrosity replaces it. It moves stiffly and slowly, but you're not about to let yourself be beaten by a toy.

>Keep your distance, wear it down slowly.
>Stay close and mobile, keep the pressure on.
>Biomerge
>write-in

>>2013114
>Stay close and mobile, keep the pressure on.

Rolled 10, 2, 5 = 17 (3d10)

>>2013167
>Move
>Attack
>Attack
gimme 3 posts of 3d10

....so I say, but I doubt there are 3 players here.

Rolled 7 (1d100)

>>2013209

Rolled 6, 10, 7 = 23 (3d10)

>>2013209
It sucks that this didn't catch on.

Rolled 51, 42, 14 = 107 (3d100)

>>2013209

i cant read

Rolled 5, 4, 6 = 15 (3d10)

>>2013209

god im stupid today

>>2013268
Try again

>>2013209
>>2013267
>>2013273
one more update before I go to sleep

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>>2013167
>Stay close and mobile, keep the pressure on.
>>17, 23, 15

Nayu coos and giggles as you dodge blocky fireballs. The giant toyagumon fires in slow intervals, and it's only when it releases a full volley that you slide in under it and strike for the legs.

Your blade clangs haphazardly, hardly enough to sever, but you at least leave significant dents as you stay below or behind it. When a surprisingly agile backhand sweeps for you, you need only switch to the front and aim instead for the exposed head.

Once more, your blade smashes rather than cuts, and your arm spasms with pain as the toyagumon falters from the chin strike and is unable to maintain balance.


You can hardly finish the job with your blade. If only you had leverage of some sort....


>Stand still and unload ranged attacks, you can't possibly miss now.
>Search for a weakpoint, anything you can actually cut.
>Taunt the Hunter, call for a stronger opponent
>Biomerge
>write-in

>>2013302
>>Search for a weakpoint, anything you can actually cut.

>>2013302
>Search for a weakpoint, anything you can actually cut.

Rolled 6, 10, 3 = 19 (3d10)

>>2013308
>>2013312
lemme roll just incase you crit

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>>2014752
>Search for a weakpoint, anything you can actually cut.
>19

Your search is short enough. The only part that doesn't look like a block is the eyes. Grabbing hold of its fingers, you leap and climb your way up the shoulder and thrust-

The blade plinks off just the same, the painted eye swiveling towards you as it fires Toy Flames straight into your gut.

>Simulation End
>Hunter Rank: E


The capped Hunter nods approvingly at your sprawled form. "Not bad, newbie. You should have no trouble at all once you're biomerged." You attempt to growl out a response, but your sides ache from the simulated hit and very real fall.

"At least you're not a pussy like that other kid." You don't wonder long at who he is referring to.

"Terua, are you alright!?" It's Cital. "I was training over there when I saw your fight, it was amazing!"

He's sweaty, but completely uninjured. "I don't know if I do my Pafumon justice."

>I still lost.
>You haven't named your partner yet?
>Challenge him to a fight.
>Ignore him and ask the Hunter for advice.

>>2014828
>>Ignore him and ask the Hunter for advice.

>>2014828
>You haven't named your partner yet?

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>>2014856
>>2015065
>You haven't named your partner yet?
>>Ignore him and ask the Hunter for advice.

"Oh, no, not yet." The shy boy awkwardly stroking his Digi-beetle. "I just....haven't thought of one yet, that's all. Haha." Pafumon audibly sulks at that. He recovers and is about to invite you to something, but you're already poking the capped Hunter.

"So what did I do wrong?" The hunter simply sizes you up and sighs. "Honestly, kid, you did well enough. If you had the proper enhancements from biomerging, you'd cleave through that guy."

"But if it was me..." He taps a few buttons and pulls up a hologram of the toyagumon. "Here. The joint where the mouth opens up. If you stuck your Blade there, leverage and the toyagumon's own strength would do the work for you. Then you could just take your time shooting it in there, hitting his own toy flames to make bigger explosions."

"Once you're in the big leagues, a Hunter will likely have less raw power than his quarry. It's up to the variety of their selection and the quickness of their wits to use the right tool for the right job."


Suddenly, a light tremor shakes the room. The lights dim and flicker for just a moment, before returning to their former brightness. This is followed by wails from the shooting range.

"My high score!"

"My perfect run!"

"Hey, who took my iced tea!?"

It looks like the earthquake restarted the facility equipment. The veteran ponders at this. "That's fairly strange. Hunter HQs should be fairly shielded, just how bad is it outside?"

"I'm gonna look around. You two....do whatever you want."

The lobby is much busier now, with confused staff answering calls and officers giving orders with crunched brows while waiting beside coffee machines. Wynn is seated on one of the benches, fiddling with her Digi-beetle. You're not likely to get any shopping done for now, so what to do?

>Follow the veteran hunter, or anyone who looks like they're onto something.
>Talk to Wynn. Maybe SHE did this.
>Go back for Cital. You may as well hear him out and force him to help you train.
>write-in

>>2015468
>Go back for Cital. You may as well hear him out and force him to help you train.

We'll make you git gud scrub.

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>>2015475
>Go back for Cital. You may as well hear him out and force him to help you train.

Cital's face lights up the moment he sees you. "Are you done talking to your mentor? How about we-" You grab him by the collar and keep walking.

"Don't care, we're getting back in the ring. You and me, teamwork." His protests go ignored as you tap in a random opponent. Supposedly a tutorial for paired fighting, but you're not really sure how it works.

This time, an empty suit of armor forms and rises from the ground. Neon courses along the metallic plates as two faint dots light up within the helmet. The armor raises twin blades unsheathed and projecting faint shield patterns around the hilts.

You watch Cital's face. He's not actually afraid of fighting. The way his hands shake, it looks more like he's afraid to hold his weapon than he is to get hurt. Could be all an act, though.

>Make him support, you doubt he's got the guts for melee
>Nah. Even in a training environment, you don't trust him with a gun to your back. You'll handle the ranged attacks.
>Maybe there's something special you can cook up together?

>>2015666
>Maybe there's something special you can cook up together?

Let's see what he's got before we give him a role.

>>2015675
I was hoping you could fill in that "special something" with a write-in.

>>2015682
Hmm, in that case. Since he's afraid to hold a weapon, maybe he can run interference if it charges at us. Have him switch to a shield, maybe that will lessen his nerves?

>>2015666
>Make him support, you doubt he's got the guts for melee
Tell him we're counting on him. A little trust goes a long way.

Rolled 3, 8, 1 = 12 (3d10)

>>2015695
>>2015712
>Make him support, you doubt he's got the guts for melee
>Run interference

"You got this, Cital?" He gulps, before getting a proper grip on his blaster. "Yeah. Yeah, I can do this."

>Loading Blade.exe

You keep you distance, splitting the armor's attention between the two of you, but not completely opposite and risking friendly fire. You wait for the signal, for shots to fire and disrupt the guarded stance.

>Move
>Attack
>Dodge
>?

I'm gonna need 4 posts of 3d10.

Rolled 10, 7, 7 = 24 (3d10)

>>2015774
>Move
Flank him

>>2015778
right, umm. Those 4 weren't choices, they are the successive actions you're rolling for.

>>2015781
I see. Well the rolls are there regardless.

Rolled 2, 10, 5 = 17 (3d10)

>>2015785
wonder if I can truly close this 3-day long session in this burst.

>>2015788
Well keep on hanging on, friend!

Rolled 6, 4, 5 = 15 (3d10)

gonna hurry this up along while I still have time.

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>>2015811
>12, 24, 17, 15

His shot is quick, far earlier than you expected from his frail demeanor. You nearly stumble rushing in as the armor turns both blades to your left, blocking shots with blade and hilt guard.

Your blade strikes true, however, cutting off an elbow and sending the limb clattering across the floor. No blood pours from the "wound", just empty space as the hologram is revealed to be a flat projection of hardlight imitating the strength of flesh.

You leap back from the retaliatory strike, but only just. If he had his other arm, you would surely been hit. As it stands, you're too off-balance from leaning to really end the fight-


And Cital's blade cleany punctures the torso, exactly where the heart would be. There is a single, pointless jerk from the armor before the blade sinks deeper, passing through the center and out the side. The armor clatters upon the ground, but it still "lives", struggling to rise. Cital raises his blade once more, and wavers.

"N-no, I-I can't, I, I'm not..."

>It's just a hologram, shout at him to get on with it!
>Do it yourself, he's done his job.
>Call this whole thing off.
>Write-in

>>2015815
>Do it yourself, he's done his job.
>Ask him why he hesitated on finishing the armor off.

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>>2015838
>Do it yourself, he's done his job.
>Ask him why he hesitated on finishing the armor off.
You can't watch this any longer.

>Loading Blaster.exe

You fire a 5-round burst. 2 miss from your bad angle on the floor, but the rest make their mark and end the fight.

>Ending Simulation
>Hunter Rank: E+

A notification pops up on your Digi-beetle, congratulating you for going up a simulation rank. There's even a cash prize to go with it, although it's barely pocket change. As you figure how much food you could buy with it, Cital finally reacts.

"Why, why did you....? She was only protecting...but, but she was supposed to be STRONG. This is all wrong!" He crumples, clutching his Digi-beetle.

"Schelle. Your name will be....Schelle." Even as the light of Digivolution streams from the device, he stares unblinking, tears streaking down his face.


Your own Digi-beetle responds as well. Nayu gives a cry of both sadness and confusion as combat data is uploaded into him. He looks to you for answers, but you shield your eyes from the light.

The new Rookie crackles robotically and sparks with hands and head. At first jumping with joy, Nayu turns back to look at Cital in wonder.


>Session end here. Tell me what you think, etc.

>>2015881
Some more backstory to this world would be nice. I didn't have much of an idea or detailed reason of where we are and why. Also what's up with Cital? Does he have PTSD or something?

>>2015958
Still puzzling out how to explain the world without being a flat loredump.

Cital's got problems. Terua's go problems, too. Wynn, well. The Power of Digi-Soul Bends All Others.

Oh yeah, I mentioned a character sheet.

https://pastebin.com/NCJrDxbv