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" 10 little monkeys jumping on the bed,"
"One fell off and broke his head,"
"Mama called the Doctor, and the Doctor said,"
"No more monkeys jumping on the bed."

The silly and childish chant continued to echo loudly through the park, as children laughed when after 9 more monkeys fell off the apparently tall bed, and plummeted to their doom of crushing their heads into the floor.
It must be very distressing for a mother to have such stupid and disobedient monkey children, that even though the other Monkeys cracked their heads open, they continue doing the same thing over and over again.
In all honesty, she must be one loving mother.

In the dinosaur themed park of Odaiba, there seemed to be many children that afternoon playing around, some even seemed to be pretending to be dinosaurs, or explorers it seemed, who got sent back in time. Kids had such a fun sense of imagination, and the fun thing about it was, anything could happen and it wouldn't really be happening to their physical selves. They probably wished it would happen, but it was probably best adventure occurred when they were older, if it ever does.

Viola glanced occasionally out at the children, distracting her from her train of thoughts, that were stressing her out as usual. Part of her didn't want any of the children to break their heads or get hurt, kidnapped, set on fire, transported to another planet, abducted by alie-...now she was just over thinking things. ...Right?
The red haired woman shook her tangled head, and huffed. Don't be ridiculous. Even if there were aliens, she was fairly certain they wouldn't come out in the open like this. After all, the world was already going crazy with the sightings of "Talking animals."
Viola had actually found that news report to be very interesting, especially the new Iphone. It kept her feeling at least somewhat more optimistic then how much stress was making her feel.

What was actually bothering the woman was she sat on the park bench, was that she had actually decided to take Gizamon...now Nyaromon to the human world. ARGH. Why did she do that?
Again she shook her head muttering to herself "Oh Viola, you got it all wrong, this is a good thing!" she smiled to herself, yes, Nyaromon was here to protect her if anything wrong happened, in the Digital world, and here in the real world. Yes, she would just think... optimistic. There was a bright side to every situation. Even if Gizamo- Nyaromon was in one of her weakest forms. Darn this over thinking thing she did. Viola never liked how stressed she could get sometimes, and she never understood why, everything had a simple solution, she just had to figure it out by herself.

Where was Nya-...Giz-...Nyaromon? Well that's an easy answer. The woman Viola didn't want the trouble of ever explaining to people why she had a Kitty-faced head, she just stuffed the poor In-training Digimon into her leather bag. There Nyaromon was probably napping or dead. No, Viola was a careful woman, she often made sure that Gizamon....no Nyaromon was getting enough air in her bag. They didn't talk much, and well, Viola had only just got the Digimon a few days ago. So in short, Viola and Nyaromon/Gizamon were not very close. In fact they hardly talked to each other besides the occasional Viola-acting-like-a-mother-and-telling-her-Digimon-to-make-sure-to-take-a-bath-and-brush-her-teeth conversations.

Viola brushed at her dark gray business-like skirt for a moment, then her green eyes glanced at her bag, before looking back at the dinosaur playground. She smiled and waved at a few children, trying to seem more friendly than creeperish. The red haired woman actually didn't come here to stare at children, she wasn't that insane. Actually she came here to keep her head from falling off from to much stress, but because Viola felt obliged to watch this kids, and because of the sunlight beating on her already steaming head, she was just getting more stress.

"2 little monkeys jumping on the bed."

Viola blinked over to the children who were still chanting that weird..poem...thing and smiled a little. They were so cute! She couldn't help but to think of a time when she was young, and she wanted to be a Mother when she grew up. Viola looked away, and stared at the clouds smiling dreamily. She wished she was young again...that or she wished he had kids of her own.
"Dang it, Viola," the woman declared in just a mutter "You're not old enough to be wishing you were young!"

[Oswell Faber]

He wasn't a goddamned errand boy.

Oswell felt like he needed to shout this at the top of his lungs at his father when he heard he was being sent like some kind of mail man to personally hand some lady her orders from the director of AIR himself. What the hell was this all about, anyway? Maybe it was because his father noticed that he had been more unwilling to travel to the digital world lately and get some work done. Oswell just tried using chronic headaches as an excuse but that didn't work at all. His father could see he was becoming bored... and unwilling to capture digimon.

Needless to say, the director saw this as unacceptable and sent his adorable little son out to seek out one of their treasured employees. Someone by the name of Viola Riddler. Oswell stepped off the bus, dressed in a black turtleneck with matching slacks and work shoes. Hey, if he was going to do the job might as well look professional.

In one hand Oz held his very own replica digivice (something he had yet to need except for traveling between the real and digital world) and in the other a polaroid of this Riddler woman and a fat envelope addressed to her. He took his time glancing over the picture. Red head, green eyes, totally drop-dead gorgeous... but too old for him. Oswell couldn't help but feel like his father was mocking him by sending him to see such a pretty woman while he still beared a barely-pubescent body. How could someone explain that they were really twenty-something when they looked like he did? Growth hormone imbalance? Nah, too complicated to lie about.

The boy paced around the park a few times before he finally caught sight of the woman he had been looking for. Just to be sure he compared her to the polaroid a few times before feeling a flash of triumph. Unable to help a smile, he started over.. but began to slow once he stood in front of her. This would be awkward. "Uh..."

Oswell tried the classic attempt of beginning a conversation with a woman by clearing his throat. But that only caused his voice to crack more than it was supposed to. "Excuse me... Are you Miss Riddler? Err..." After taking a moment or two to compose himself, he fought back his crackly voice and german accent that sometimes slipped through when he was nervous.

"I'm Director Faber's son... uh... Oz. I vas asked to give you your new assignment und to um... inquire about your recent purchase und schtuff..." The boy held out the envelope for her to take. The sudden thought that she may just openly ask what it was caused his blood to run cold. Most of the time his excuse for not knowing what his Father wanted was that he didn't like invading other people's privacy by reading their instructions to find out whatever the hell their assignments were, but really he was just too damn lazy to really bother trying.

What he was more interested in right now was to take that survey. After all, he had been one of the digimon hunters responsible for putting captive digimon on the market – so naturally he was curious about what she thought about Gizamon. He hadn't been responsible for catching her, but he remembered feeling surprised when he heard that she was bought rather quickly. After all, Gizamon wasn't the most popular choice. Oswell didn't see the appeal of the amphibian monster, thinking the moment he laid eyes on it as undesirable and ugly. But who was he to judge? He was just glad that the little thing was bought before he was ordered to delete it to turn it into a data pack – something that usually happened to unwanted digimon at AIR.

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Her attention turned to her leather back, it was gradually moving, inch by inch, as if something inside was shifting. That something was Nyaromon. She must have awakened, because she could hear a rustling inside it, and some sort of crunching sound. Ah. So she found the cookies Viola "tried to hide from her" In reality, she put it in there purposely for her Partner to find. That, was for Viola to know though, and Gi-Nyaromon to never find out. Why? Because she didn't want the captured Digimon to think she was going to get comfortable with her. Though Viola thought she was VERY adorable, even as a Gizamon, and she was motherly, she still didn't want to get close or attached to her Partner too much. She had wanted Gizamon to protect her, so she had to expect the worse, maybe Gizamon dying one day soon, if she got close, it would only be like a mother losing her child in the end. Viola didn't want that.

She looked away, it was going to be hard not getting attached. Viola got attached to just about any person who came across her. She could always imagine them ask kids, and it would make her feel responsible for them. Somehow she wanted to stop doing that, but at the same time..she didn't. Though, that wasn't what Viola was supposed to be doing right now. For some reason whenever she was alone, she tended to pick a part any topic, her Gizamon thing, and then her mothering, let's see what else could she pick a part and point out flaws. Well, that teenager was slouching in the bench at the other side of the park. Slouching? Viola's green gaze darted to the teenager, slumped over like a slob. It was one of her greatest pet peeves to see the youth do these days. In fact, she was so disgusted, her lip curled a little in a scowl. Why if she were in charge of that boy, he would definitely get an ear full, that was for sure. The teenager across the park mist have seen Viola staring at him with a disgust expression, because he returned the expression with a "What?" attitude face. She rolled her eyes, and looked away. It was probably her fault for staring him at the first place, but it didn't stop the red haired female from feeling annoying with him anyway.

She was quiet, staring at a slide that shapes like a t-rex, kids would slide down his back and tail, and her ears picked up on a small coo coming from her back, so perhaps she was pleased by the snacks. At least she wasn't muttering anymore right? "Right." she agreed. Well, strike that. Viola still kind of was, making her frown, she knew the drill, think a lot alone, and eventually you'll have nothing left to think about.

Viola sat in more silence, until her green eyes landed on a boy, older kid, he didn't look in his late teens, but he didn't like like he was in elementary school either. He was approaching her, which was probably what mostly caught her attention.She wasn't sure why a young boy would be approaching her like this, but it looked like he had something in his arms, so she tried to look as interested as possible. Just to double check, the AIR woman turned her head behind her, no..no one was near her yet. But why would a young little guy be approaching her? Viola turned back to the dark haired, smiling warmly at him, green eyes glimmering genuinely. Then he stopped in front of her, Nyaromon must have heard him because she instantly stopped moving, trying not to be noticed. Good little Kitten-face. "Uh..."
She smiled, her grin got bigger despite herself. He...was...adorable.
He cleared his throat, and Viola smiled more politely this time, waiting for him to continue, though she was still unsure of why he was even talking to her. "Excuse me... Are you Miss Riddler? Err..."
"Yes, actually," She smiled. That was her name, now she just had to figure out why this young man wanted her .

"I'm Director Faber's son... uh... Oz. I vas asked to give you your new assignment und to um... inquire about your recent purchase und schtuff..." OH. She almost wanted to slap her forehead for being so stupid, and not realizing who he was and what he was here for. Then again, he looked so young, Oz Faber did, she could probably forgive herself for not understanding why he was here. His voice...accent was quite strange to her, but she tried to ignore it, and listen politely. "Really," she asked, smiling, green eyes still shimmering brightly "Thank you, Sweetie, Oz....Was it?" she bowed her head down in a greeting, "Y-es," came a muffled shy voice from her bag, and Viola laid a hand on the bag, as if to silence what was inside it. Viola turned her attention back the Faber boy. Her mind suddenly wondered if he was getting enough food to eat, but her mind shook away from that thought. If he was the Directors son, then of course he was well fed. "So, what is it?" she asked, trying to start conversation, "The assignment I mean?" for some reason she felt more comfortable asking about that, than asking about the survey about her purchases.

[Oswell Faber]

The boy really couldn't help a warm blush from flushing to his cheeks, a little smile tugging at his lips when she called him 'sweetie'. It had been ... well ... almost never since a polite older woman had addressed him with such a motherly tone. It was nostalgic and it made him feel good. Perhaps it was the fact that he never really knew his mother which kept him from experiencing such positive attention like this. Feeling more comfortable, the boy visibly relaxed and his shoulders sagged a bit (but not quite enough to be slouching.)

Oz's attention then turned toward the soft voice that came from the bag, his eyebrows immediately quirking in curiosity. Before he could ask about the voice, however, Viola just had to ask the question he had been dreading since the moment he held out the envelope for her. What was the assignment? The boy felt that he was presented with several options of how he could answer her, but his panic was distracting him from fabricating anything. "Oh...die assignment..." he began by clearing his throat, his eyes shifting to the side then up below his brow as he searched for an answer.

"Ist ah..." Think, dammit, think! Agh, there as no way he could just make something up. That'd just put him further into hot water and not to mention she'd figure out what the real assignment was anyway. There was no real way of getting out of this rather than just uttering a little white lie...as usual. "Err... I'm not sure... I don't usually read sings that aren't for me... I believe in privacy." he offered her an innocent smile, though it was obvious he was nervous. Come on...remember SOMETHING...something...! OH!

"But I sink it has somesing to do with die Harvesters. Eh... dey are being rahser greedy, I hear." The boy flicked his wrist dismissively, trying to avoid the topics. He really didn't like spreading dirt about A.I.R. unless it made his father look bad. But unfortunately this case had almost nothing to do with him, he only remembered there being an argument about something needing to be done about the Harvester's demands. Luckily it had nothing to do with Oz.

"Er.. but ah.. ja... so erm... Nyaromon... is she being an acceptable partner?" Oswell then turned to look down at the bag and couldn't help but smile again. If he hadn't been strictly clear on his views about how much he 'hated' digimon since he thought they were nothing but compounds of data, someone could think that he actually liked the little buggers. For some reason he didn't feel as obligated to put up a front in front of Viola, otherwise he wouldn't sound nearly as interested as he was now.

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Nyaromon blinked thoughtfully in the back she had been placed. Part of the once-was Gizamon now-is Nyaromon, thought that her partner was going to eventually just dump her into a river. The bag tied up so she couldn't escape and everything. It would be pretty bad. After all, she wasn't her true form here, she was just Nyaromon. As Gizamon, she could last however long needed to escape a terrible fate much like that. Nyaromon was not an amphibian, it looked more like, those animals....what were they called here? Dats? Cogs? There were always those two animals that confused Nyaromon. The point was, she feared, that if Ms. Riddler decided to get rid of her, Nyaromon wouldn't be able to escape the situation very easily.
She listened in silence to her Partner and the stranger from what sounded, A.I.R. Her heart started to beats wildly in fear, and she trembled a little in the darkness of Ms. Riddler's bag. What was she planning on doing to her? Was Nyaromon's partner going to...to get rid of her? True the Nyaromon didn't entirely like Ms. Riddler, but...but...she couldn't bear going back to the A.I.R camp. Or worse. She gulped, and buried her miserably frightened face into the bag, licking her lips in fright. Were those Cookies her Partner gave her...some sort of last meal? Her pointed ears flicked back to the conversation, in hopes to pick on...something, something that was hopefully not her downfall. The male voice started again, but she couldn't understand a lick of what he was saying. Her red eyes peered up from where she had buried it. What was he saying? He said stuff that sounded both completely random, and stuff that didn't even sound like words. Sink, Somesing, die, dey, and rahser what she could make of the conversation though, it sounded like Ms. Riddler was needed for her skills in negotiating. That meant Nyaromon, was needed in case something went wrong in the Digital world.

Viola smiled and listened to the boy, start to stammer and speak. An accent had certainly showed through, and Viola had to rethink a lot of what he was saying to translate it. He must have been shipped straight from a different country. Though Viola herself wasn't from around Odaiba, she didn't have an accent as thick as that. It made her curiosity bubble about this boy. Not to mention, the red haired woman wasn't sure if this kid could get any cuter. Why did she think this? Because she was about ready to just embrace the boy, and start babbling about how she wanted to feed him, and give him clothes, ask him if he's making good friends, and if people are treating him okay out there in A.I.R.
But that wasn't important right now, she had to remain professional, for now.

Her mission had to do with those Greedy little Harvesters, how interesting. A wide grin appeared on her face, to go back to the Digital world would be much fun. Viola knew that Gizamon would not want to go, after all Gizamon was terribly shy, and well, the orange Amphibian didn't like to go anywhere. She just wanted to nap, and watch movies at Violas house. NOT why Viola had bought the little girl in the first place.
But seriously, this mission sounded like a lot of fun to her, maybe she'd even get to meet a few cute Digimon along the way, befriend them, and maybe they'd be more cooperative than Gizamon. "That sounds amazing, Sweet-heart, thank you," she kept smiling at him, hoping he'd speak with that cute accent again, though, she may just explode with just how much she wanted a little Oz, how much she was willing to adopt him. Not possible, but it was a nice dream. "Worry not," she saluted playfully " The Harvesters will have to listen and obey, when I'm done with them," she wasn't sure about that, but once again, it was a nice dream.

When Nyaromon heard her name mentioned, she stiffened, looking away bashfully, even though no one was even talking to her, or looking at her. Her tail twitched impatiently. Would Ms. Riddler just get over with it, and try to give Nyaromon back? What would they do with her when she was taken back, let her be free? Sell her again? Kill her? Only one of those three options sounded fun to Nyaromon. "I-I'll b-b-be good," she muttered, hoping Viola had heard her, so that she knew that her Partner the small Digimon, had good intentions, and wanted to help. Sort of.

Viola smiled a little, looking back at her bag " Her timidness is a bit concerning." she nodded truthfully, touching the back lightly with her hand " I'm not sure if she'll be willing to listen to me," She paused, "But she really is a good Nyaromon, I think she'll warm up to the fact she isn't a wild Digimon anymore." Her green eyes glanced back at Oz, still smiling, because she felt that she just couldn't stop. "What about you, any Digital Partners of your own, or are you flying Solo?" she wasn't sure how kids behaved these days. Did they like having partners, are did they think they were too cool for one. "And for goodness sake, Sweetie, why don't you sit down, I wouldn't want you getting a sunburn, or hurting your legs. Which ever comes first. "

[Oswell Faber]

Oswell really couldn't complain by how spoiled he felt by Viola with words alone. It was becoming increasingly difficult to wipe his stupidly flattered smile while he kept being called things like 'sweetheart' and 'sweetie'. If anything, Oz was really enjoying the attention. However, he noted her subtle signs of being a strong woman – only earning his admiration further. This woman knew what she was doing, it was really no wonder she was hired for A.I.R. as a negotiator in the first place. Viola definitely had the charisma and strength to do her job right. "Sehr gut." and a smile were his only responses to her confident reply that she'd know how to take care of the Harvesters.

The soft stammering of Nyaromon was heard through the bag and Oz couldn't help a confused blink. The poor thing sounded downright terrified of Viola, but jeeze... with the way the woman took about taking care of business – he hadn't been all that surprised. Of course when Viola blamed it on Nyaromon's timidness, he gave an understanding nod... listening to her discuss her thoughts on the digimon as if it had been some kind of car or another expensive investment... rather than a partner or even a pet.

"What about you, any Digital Partners of your own, or are you flying Solo?"

That was the blood immediately drained from his face.

He hadn't even heard her request to sit down – his heartbeat was throbbing too loudly in his head now for him to compute. Partner... partner... Sheiße, he hadn't even considered that question to be thrown back into his direction. This was the first time that someone had inquired about any partners of his and the timing seemed absolutely horrendous. How could he forget about that stupid pile of legos? No matter how much he tried to think about ToyAgumon with feelings of bitterness and venom he simply couldn't. The whole reason he had bought her in the first place was because he didn't have the heart to execute her.

"I uh..."

"Mister Oswell!"

Sheiße. Again.

Out of no where, a girl only a few inches shorter than Oz was shuffling quickly towards him with an armful of paperwork. She was extremely scrawny and possessed a pair of warm but sad grey eyes. Her pink hair was a mess, all over in her face to the point she didn't know which way to look in order to see Oswell and Viola. Her knees buckled and she nervously slouched over.. a stammering mess that appeared it was just now learning how to walk.

Oswell was more than aware that this girl had been ToyAgumon fitted in her new Disguise Matrix. Now whether or not to flat out tell Viola that this person was a digimon or to lie about it... that was the question.

"Y-You forgot some paperwork..." the girl held out the quickly assorted pieces of paper for him, visibly quivering. It was obvious she wasn't quite orthodox, but the reason why... now that would be difficult to explain. Oswell had faith in Viola's power of observation, however, and he felt that it wouldn't take her long to discover this girl wasn't completely human.

"Erm...Danke, Toya. This is my co-worker Viola Riddler. Ms. Riddler." he corrected himself as he gestured towards Viola, wondering if 'Toya' as he had dubbed her would summon the courage to introduce herself or if he would have to. He took the papers from her and watched to see if she would shake hands like she was taught, but her fingers went right up to her lips as a sign of nervousness and uncertainty.

"Ms. Riddler?" The name was all she was able to say, and Oswell could feel himself innerly face-palming at his partner's embarrassing antics.