Ars Technica Digimona 5: All Good Things...
#5 of Ars Technica Digimonae
He was as much of an expert on the attacks of individual Digimon as anyone else--but that was only because he had watched the show and played the game religiously, and was one of the few people that could list that as a skill on their resume. He was even a member of a loosely network group of Digimon enthusiasts on the net who jokingly called themselves the 'Monster Finders.' Obviously, he had never told them that he worked for the DdTC; if he did, they never would have understood his reasons anyway. It wasn't that he agreed with the Department's philosophy--quite the opposite in fact--but where else could you work that would let you write off Digimon cards as a business expense?
His eyes moved upwards towards the ceiling in thought. When he did, they caught something he hadn't seen before stuck into one of the metal scaffolds up there. If those ice pikes had been confounding and ambiguous, this was anything but. Diamond Storm. The signature attack of Renamon. But that didn't explain anything else he had seen. Renamon had no ice based attacks. Nor did Renamon have anything that would leave that big a hole in the ground without leaving something else fairly obvious behind.
Another Renamon - the same one that had produced the Diamond Storm Sydney was looking at - was busy trying to meditate in her tamer/mate's house. The thing that Ezra was using to produce noise...a 'violin', he called it....it was very sooting. Especially when Gustaf brought out another one and started doing it with him. It was an incredible sound ... she had never heard anything like it before in her life.
"Expecting someone?" Gustaf asked.
"I love her."
everyone have to point that out to her? It wasn't enough that she had to deal with it, but was it really necessary for everyone else to know about it as well?
was you!" he yelled. "You attacked a priest! She attacked a priest, Ezra! A priest!"
are talking about a priest, are we not?" the man asked.
built a spectral scanner?" he asked.
That she understood, but she didn't want that to happen at all. "--and you get sent to federal prison, sans Digimon."
"Luna...what do you want me to do?"
expected to behave, even if she didn't adhere to it. Everything here in the Real World was new to her. Of course, she did her best to maintain a steely resolve, but it wasn't easy, especially around someone she knew cared her as much as Ezra did. But that didn't mean she didn't want to learn. She wanted to learn everything she could about the Real World, about music, the violin ...
"I still don't know why I'm doing zis, Ezra..."
"How did you end up vith a job at the DDTC...?" Gustaf, who was sitting in seat in front of her, asked.
Ezra wasn't anywhere near as sure of what he was doing as he tried to appear to be, which he was doing mostly for Luna's benefit. In actuality, he was quite scared. But he wasn't going to hide from the DDTC any longer. If it was absolutely necessary, he was pretty sure that Luna would be able to escape at least with her own life. He didn't want to think about any other eventualities to give weight to their arguments. At least it'd be interesting to see the local DDTC offices, even if it was under circumstances that he would have preferred been different.
"Here we are. Last chance to turn back before someone sees your Renamon--"
"Eet is mostly underground," Sydney explained after seeing the look on Gustaf and Ezra's faces. "It's an old FBI field office that had a large underground area for storing records, housing equipment, and providing workspace for cryptographers and their mechanical computers to work during the cold war--I'm told that it's construction was covered up by the construction of the underground train system."
"Chuillac, what the hell is that?"
"Zis way," Sydney started leading them through the complicated maze of cubicles. Obviously an unfamiliar sight to the workers there, the three got some very strange looks as they walked by--Especially to Luna, who had somehow managed to seem even more nervous than she was before.
Sitting behind a rich mahogany desk, wearing a dark black suit and a red tie, was a rather aged man. The nameplate sitting on his desk next to he green lamp that lit it read "Richard Weir". It also indicated that he was the director. The director of the DDTC. He was standing a few feet away from the director of the DDTC.
extremely busy, why didn't you--" he looked up in mid-sentence, stopped typing abruptly, and stared at Luna, much in the same way that Ezra himself had when he first saw her. "...what is that?"
"So..." the director said, voicing his thoughts. "You are her...tamer?" he spoke to Ezra."
are sentient, living things capable of independent thought, and they deserve to be treated as such."
one Digimon that doesn't seem to have a penchant for destruction?"
understand. Luna has done nothing to the wrath that you would give her if you got a hold of her."