-ey, Sabine. You're awake again.

Yeah. That was weird...

Data freezes are like that. ANYWAY! You can help me talk Nick in to something.

I already said no, Greg!

... what's going on?

It's not like I'm gonna wear it! Come on, don't you think Nick would make an awesome Santa?

I said no!

You mean that big guy with the red clothes that gives presents?

Yeah.

...

... don't look at me like that, Sabine. Y'all aren't puttin' me in that getup.

Please?

Pleaaase?

Please?!

Where the hell did you come from?

Over there.

[long silence. They're ALL giving poor Nick the puppy dog eyes]

Fine! Fine. Y'all owe me big time for this, though

[resounding cheers, at least until the comm cuts off]

((OOC: Italics is Sabine, Underline is Horatio, both NPC'd with permission from Liz. Bold is Nick.))

I'm back.

And I'm going to bed.

G'night...

((OOC: He will respond to messages, but it would be several hours later in-game time.))

Er...

Vent? Can I talk to you?

Nii-chan, is something wrong?

What're you talking about?

You actually broke a beaker and cut your hand. That's... a good sign something's wrong. You never do that.

... it's nothing, Haku.

You're upset about Nick and Tory, aren't you? Nii-chan... its their life, their choice. Even I know that.

... I don't even know why I'm mad, to be honest.

You're pretty protective of Tory, aren't you?

He's just a kid...

A smart kid. Weren't you a lot like him at that age? You've mentioned it before...

I guess... I mean... you're right. I'm not in any position to be angry or judge either of them. I just don't want Tory to get hurt...

And Nick?

... him too.

[long quiet]

Nii-chan?

Hm?

Did you get in to a fight with some one?

N-no...

Hm. Come over to the sink so I can clean your hand.

Okay...

((OOC: Italics is Haku))

[click]

-e wound up staying so late. It's already dark out.

Well if you hadn't spent an hour talking to that Bitmon about forensic science...

Who am I to deny some one valuable knowledge?

That doesn't even apply in this world. Come on, let's just hurry up before something happens.

What's got you so on edge?

Those damn nightmares everyone's having... sounds like a good way to get attacked off guard to me...

... point.

[footsteps quicken]

Hey... who's that in front of the doors?

I'unno, I don't recognize... him... [footsteps slow to a stop]

Greg... do you know him?

H-he can't... he's... he's dead...

But- o-oh shit... Greg!

NO! GET AWAY!

[Greg screams and starts running away from the apartment, the comm cutting off a few seconds later]

[Greg's comm clicks on and he sighs in relief.]

It's good to have this thing back...

Alright. Iuh... I've got a few things to say...

I said some things a while back I'm not exactly... proud of. I was angry, and I let my anger get the better of me.

What I said probably caused more problems than it helped, and even though I've made it up to the person who's reputation I trashed, I still feel like I need to get this out there. If anyone missed my recording from the other day, you're going to hear it now.

HSAT Miria was not the attacker the day that the Hyperion was attacked. There is another HSAT, a Sigfried model who calls herself Alyssa. They look alike, but don't be mistaken if you come cross her. Alyssa is dangerous and she won't hesitate in attacking some one she views as a threat. It's entirely possible she'll even attack unprovoked. Miria isn't like that, and I was wrong to ever doubt her.

Alyssa escaped and avoided capture in our last confrontation. She's still at large, armed and extremely dangerous. Any reports of her should go directly to DATS.

And... I'm sorry, for what I said. I didn't have all my facts when I did, and I know now how wrong I was.

Thank you to everyone who helped get me out of that situation, Miria especially.

And... I guess that's it...

[click]

[Text edit, about twenty minutes later]

Also if anyone sees a Gatomon strung up in a tree in front of the Hinata in... I didn't do it.

[/text edit]

[click]

Who the hell are you, and what do you mean, 'little pawn'?

I am HSAT Alyssa, a Sigfried HSAT from Miria's future. And by pawn, I mean that you have been the puppet that I have been pulling the strings of. See, I've been using you to hurt a rival of mine in a way only someone in your position could do. Care to try to connect some of the dots now? After all you are suppose to be an investigator, and capable of some level of intelligent reasoning. Am I correct?

[Footsteps, a pause.]

Come on boy, speak up!

I'm no one's puppet. You went that far all for a rivalry? Yeah, I'm connecting the dots. And all roads lead to 'you're a fucking psychopath'. How's that for an answer?

Just as to be expected from a homo sapien. You can deny it all you want Mr. Sanders. However, both you and I know that is not true. You are so easily played that even that inverted kappa, Bowser, was able to play you for a sap. Does this sound familiar at all?

'You want to know why she attacked the Hyperion?

Because of me. Because she was jealous of something I had that she didn't, some one offered her a chance to have something she lost, and she was willing to kill me and my family to get it.'

For someone who isn't a puppet, you seem to have no problem letting people pull your strings. However, don't feel too bad, all of you, both humans and digimon, are so easy to manipulate. With the help of Bowser, the damage you caused to Miria's reputation was increased exponentially.

Do you have any clue what kind of emotional damage that caused to her? Can you imagine what she felt when the it seemed the whole world that she was suppose to protect had just turned against her? I can tell you now, I have broken the spirits of lesser HSATs with much less.

How she is endured it, I have no clue. However, I know it won't last much longer. Once I kill you, your girlfriend will believe that it was Miria who did it. It doesn't take a genius to guess what will happen after that.

[There's another, longer pause, and then Greg starts laughing.]

Alright, you got me. I'm an idiot. A regular dumbass. I've screwed up. You played me like a violin.

[A shuffle, and his voice gets slightly louder.]

For some one who is supposed to be superior, you sure do monologue like a bad movie villain. And for the record, I've already talked to Miria. I know her side of the story. You just gave me yours, so thanks. DATS will appreciate this information.

... Had you not shown me this, I would have killed you like Miria would have.

[A shot is fired, and Greg can be heard yelling "Shit!" before the comm cuts to static.]

((OOC: Bold is Alyssa, dialogue used with permission))

[achem]

HAPPY HALLOWEEN, DIGITAL WORLD!

That is all.

[Should anyone actually see Greg today? He's dressed head to toe as a science experiment gone wrong (with Sabine as the mad scientist) - covered in blood, fake scars, messed up hair (also covered in blood) pale deathly looking skin, the works. His broken arm and cast only add to the look.]

Goma...?

Greggo!

*DERF!* Oww... not so hard... where the hell am I?

The hospital.

.. why am I not surprised.

You've been out for a couple of days, Greg. When you were trying to run from that SangLoupmon you hit your head...

What, really? ... shit. We got kidnapped, didn't we? Where's Alexis?

Yeah. We did. He's back home with Sabine and Mattie. He didn't want to leave, though. He was... pretty freaked out...

*sigh* Damn. This whole thing sucks.

You're gonna hate it even worse...

... what can be worse than this?

You're gonna miss Halloween.

... *groan, 'fwump' as Greg puts a pillow over his face.* Kill me now.

*click*

Gahh... m'head... ... m'on a mountain. Why the hell am I on a mountain. Gu... baaaad juju man. Bad juju.

What are you blathering about?

Loppy? ... 'sup.

Um... I can't find Alexis...

... you LOST Greg's son?!

Y-yeah well you're not doing much better! He's still knocked out!

That's- ... oh. Damn he still is. Greg. .. GREGGO! WAKE UP!

Oh. Yeah. Yelling works.

SHUT UP AND GO FIND ALEXIS!

Yikes! Okay okay!

[rustling, several minutes pass in relative quiet, though Gomamon can be heard trying to wake Greg up.]

Daddy!

There you are, kiddo. Don't run off like that!

What's wrong with Daddy?!

I don't know! He won't wake up!

... Goma.

What?

Is that... blood under his head...?

... fuck my life, man.

D-Daddy!

His comm is on. HEY! ANYONE THAT'S HEARING THIS! WE NEED MEDICAL HELP! NOW!

(Normal = Gomamon, Italics = Lopmon, Bold = Alexis)

*Comm clicks on as if Greg is intending to make a recording, but he's cut off by hysterical laughter in the background*

Gomamon, shut up!

I can't believe you got suspended! AGAIN!

God why are you such a little shit... what ever happened to not laughing at my expense?

Grissom wasn't your partner. I am. I can get away with it.

Not if I tama you.

... you wouldn't.

...

... don't grin at me like that, Greg. It's creepy.

Really? Good.

D-don't-! *CLANG* OW!WHO PUT THAT FRYING PAN THERE?!

Serves you right. Don't run next time. You'll only die tired.

You asshole... aaaugh... my head... *thud*

Anyway. Hey, Lorne. You still need help with clean up? I've got one arm that's still working.

*Apartment door opens and closes loudly. Grocery bags are set heavily down on the kitchen counter.*

That was fun...

Oh yeah, I always like seeing fellow Digimon acting like idiots for the sake of personal vendetta.

If that's even what it was...

Man, I don't even know anymore. It's like everyone's gone completely batshit insane...

Hn. *rustle* Ah, dammit! The ice cream melted...

Clearly, this was the fruition of their master plan. Ruining your desert. */sarcasm*

Diabolical bastards. ... ew. It leaked through the bag.

Have fun cleaning that up!

Wh- .. Hey! Gomamon!

*click*

So Greggo, any more urges to tell people they're gay?

No, Gomamon. Do you mind, I'm trying to cook here.

Yeah, I've tasted your cooking. It might be better with distractions.

Bite me, okay?

No thanks, humans taste nasty.

Whatever. *long pause* You felt like singing at all?

Hell no. ... you feel like singing anymore?

I'unno. Thing's still going on, isn't it?

Yeah.

*And they're quiet again. At least until Greg breaks out in to song again.*



... well. Damn.

... man, was that about Sabine?

So what if it was?! It makes sense.

*Snrk* You are so damn whipped.

*sigh*

*click*

I've got a few... errands to run. I might be gone for a while, so don't wait up for me.

You gonna be okay with the kids, Sabine?

This is DATS Neon Agent Greg Sanders on the third floor of the Hyperion Bar! Dell Honne's partner has dark evolved and is currently holding him hostage!

I need assistance! NOW!

I just got back from visiting Onizuka in the hospital. He's awake, doing... better than expected, but he's still got a couple of days before he's fully recovered.

Not that it's stopping him from trying to escape...

No, it's not. We can only hope he's actually listening to some of my reasoning, though. For once.

What about all that crap he was talking about? A ghost? With no head? I mean, come on...

You live in this screwed up world, and you're going to question the validity of that?

... when you put it that way...

Exactly. Either way, when we got to the park to look at the scene, there wasn't any evidence explaining what really happened, just... what was left of Haku's arm and some scorch marks here and there. Her D-Comm is trashed, though. I have no idea how to get her another one.

Her partner's also missing...

Oni said he got... gassed to death by the ghost's partner.

*audible shudder from Gomamon*What a way to go...

Haku is... well. Physically Kats says she'll be fine. He's still making repairs, so she's still inactive at the moment. Emotionally, though...

... you did try, Greg. Blaming yourself won't change what happened, or bring Phasco back.

I... I know. *clears his throat* I know.

That picture was pretty horrible...

It was...

You gonna be okay, Greggo?

Yeah. I just... I gotta do something to occupy myself for a while.

*Gomamon is silent, and Greg's footsteps fade before the comm clicks off*

Mika! I'm standing in the empty lot near the apartment. We gonna do this or not? I didn't haul a microwave out here to just look at it, you know.

Yeah, hurry up! I wanna see things explode!

((OOC: Omg mun is fail. SORRY MIKA-MUN. LETS BLOW CRAP UP NOW. 8D Also, post is open, any non-hostiles can comment. ^_^))

*grunt*

... who's... bright idea was it... to data-freeze me while I was bent over a work table? ng. Anyone have any ibuprofen? I... think I need to lay down for a bit...