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[Beatrice Townsend]

don't you breathe for me, undeserving of your sympathy

'cause there ain't no way that I'm sorry for what I did

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=style,background-image: url('http://images2.layoutsparks.com/1/7469/skull-pattern-dark-black.gif');,true] AND THROUGH IT ALL, HOW COULD YOU CRY FOR ME? If there was one thing that never stirred TyuTyumon's interest was the human concept of 'homework.' So many nights did he hear his human counterpart sit at her desk and complain about the 'assignments' that her professors gave to her to complete away from school. While her incessant whining was unpleasant, he couldn't help but sympathize with her. TyuTyumon had homework as well, but it consisted of so much more than simple algebraic equations. First he had to steal her digivice (which was never hers to begin with, he was the one that had given it to her.) It had never been easy for him to lug that thing around, being his size, but he found that his Nyaromon form had been so much more capable of taking hold of heavy objects with the help of his tail. As if having to drag it wasn't hard enough, Beatrice always slept with the damn thing. She clutched the device religiously every night to her chest - a sight that would have touched TyuTyumon's heart if he had one. All he could manage when faced with this sight was sigh in contempt and poise his tail while readying the grand theft. 'Round the golden device it went as he gently pried it from her hold, then hopped to her laptop screen without waking her. Homework was for home... why couldn't it just stay at home? The digital gate sucked up the feline digimon, his homeland offering energies to him and helped him shapeshift into his rodent rookie form. Chuumon stepped through the gate that had taken him to the sewers, the place where he had lived before meeting Beatrice. He could sense the disgusting Sukamon and Numemon nearby that would ask him to become their partner. He lived his whole life without having to latch to another digimon and he wouldn't start now. Besides, he'd much rather cling to a whiney human than a living pile of filth. Tp tp tp ... Footsteps...his wet footsteps... tch. They barely made an echo in this place. He was unlike the other parasites that latched to the sewer digimon. He hated being small... he hated having to rely on others... but he wouldn't have to when all of this was finally over. This meeting called for a more distinguished form. He didn't want his superiors (well, they thought they were his superiors) to think that he had somehow grown soft while in the presence of a human. "Chuumon...Slide Evolution!"

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Yes, TyuTyumon's body had definitely been more intimidating-looking than Chuumon's. But the digimon still hadn't gained any size.. he wasn't able to. He could shift back and forth, left and right all he wanted but for some reason he still couldn't reach a stronger form. Oh well, he was getting close enough to push it from his mind. He continued his way down the damp labyrinth with Bee's digivice under his arm, knowing that he needed to meet a 'friend' at the end of the tunnels.

He wouldn't bother announcing himself once he got to the empty end of the sewers. Tyutyumon knew the one he came to meet was perceptive enough to sense that he was already there.
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♔MOOD [BLANK] ♔KARMA [N/A] ♔OOC [EAT IT WITH YOUR MOUTH]

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[garuru]

Cold, dark, dank, and above all absolutely filthy.

If there was one place in the digital world that Garurumon X hated with every bit of data she was composed of, it had to be this disgusting sewer. The Sukamon and Numemon that lived here sickened her as well, as they were just more bits of dirt and filth to her that added to the overall unsatisfactory state of this place as far as her standards went. Of course it wasn't like she herself lived in a place of great luxury either but at the very least it didn't make her fur reek as though she'd been in a place where things were dying and rotting. Suffice to say she didn't like it here, and she wished that a different meeting place had been decided on; however it was quiet and secluded here at least, and if any of those... Things living down here came anywhere near her she could merely blast them away with a Fox Fire attack and the rest would know to stay away by example.

This didn't seem wrong to her at all despite the fact this would essentially be killing another digimon, but then again she wouldn't even dream of downloading the data of a sewer-dwelling digimon. If asked Garurumon X would most likely just claim their data wasn't good enough for her to take, but if anyone ever paid attention she never downloaded any digimon's data after defeating them; she never interfered when someone else was, but she never partook in the act herself. The wolf digimon was getting agitated by now as she sat there and waited, curling her tail around herself as she tried to keep it off the slimy floor... It was bad enough she was sitting down, which had taken quite a bit of will to do since it wasn't exactly a nice place to sit down. It was wet and gross, like she was sitting on melting and somehow gooey snow; not at all something she believed she should have to sit in.

The champion digimon gave a long sigh and stared off into the darkness further down the tunnel as she continued to wait, though really she probably hadn't been there for too long and knew that she would not be kept waiting either. It was just that any time spent down here was far too long, the scent of the place burning her nose and making her long for the air above... Well perhaps not directly above, the equally filthy factory was up there. She really just wanted to return home at this point and be done with the meeting already, closing her eyes for a moment as if she were trying to imagine herself bring somewhere else; she did this often, and sometimes it worked. However not today, as something caught on the fringes of her hearing and she opened her eyes once more to see what it was... Though she didn't really have to look to know.

"As punctual as ever TyuTyumon." She said quietly, though there was an air of authority to her voice as if to remind the small mouse digimon she was in charge; not that it was necessary, but this was how she spoke to everyone who seemed to be below her. Garurumon X turned her head to look over to the rookie digimon, not standing from her place despite the fact she would have liked to with the amount of disdain she held for the floor's texture. She didn't know how long she and the rookie would be speaking, and she didn't want to have to force herself to sit back down should the conversation go on for an extended amount of time. However she knew TyuTyumon wasn't one to really drag things on... Or at the very least he would know better than to do so when speaking to her, as she definitely would not tolerate it, especially not in a place like this.