[c] - A Purpose

[Nachtmare]

[bg=333333][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width, 450] The light brought him in. The one they were waiting for. Hidden in the shadows, a difficult feat in their current form, they watched as the light rested a few feet before them. A digimon appeared right next to them, as if he had been there all along. The figure watched them interact for a bit. They decided not to bud in right away. There was some time. They’d let them get aquainted first. For a bit. Still, it was strange. He would never have expected seeing such a creature in Asgard. Their form alone and the fact they could easily sense the bond between human and digimon. This was bad luck. There was something very wrong in the world ... or very right. He would have to think about that as time goes on. Rumors that there were these creatures in his island were starting to carry farther past the jungle. They had traveled to get to the source, to see if their mission can be planned out. Underneath their mask, they felt their lips twitch slightly. Of course, they had heard that there were others in the mansion, but the others had judged it would be best if he met with only one of them. The one they would declare their leader. This one before him would be that person. The knew it right away. There was something about him he knew would follow through with this long and dangerous mission he was to give. Eventually, they made their presence known. A brisk twitch of the wings couldn’t have made it any clearer. They approached them slowly, hopefully they didn’t appear threatening. Well, his form wasn’t threatening. His kind weren’t the type to be scared of. He stepped towards the two … more like hovered really, before introducing himself. ”Please, don’t be frightened.” They said in a calm voice. ”I am Angemon.” He closed his eyes for a second before opening them again and focusing on the task at hand. ”I have come to you with a mission.”

[Arthur Gokey]

“Hey, c'mon...you can open your eyes, you know...”

The fifteen year old boy who was curled up on the floor a few feet from where the Digimon stood shook his head, muttered something incoherent, and shut his eyes even tighter (if that were even possible). He looked small for his age and felt even smaller without his glasses, the stem of which was twisted in a funny angle when the furry blue creature had accidentally stepped on it.

Arthur Gokey had been playing a game of chess on the Internet—and losing quite badly—when the world as he knew it began to fade out, or, as it happened, he began to fade out. However strange the phenomenon was, the last thing he had expected to happen was to end up in a completely different place and be greeted by, of all things, a talking blue dog. Who had introduced itself as Gaomon. Who apparently was not nearly as surprised as Arthur was to find themselves next to each other. In the universal sign of disbelief for all glasses-wearers, Arthur had taken off his glasses and blinked profusely a few times. He had intended to wipe the lens clean on his green polo shirt (as though this whole situation could be explained away by dirty glasses lens, and that the library would once more return to view when he put them back on again), but his hands had been shaking so hard that he dropped it. Both human and Digimon had moved to retrieve it, resulting in a dreadful snapping sound and a high-pitched howl of pain as Gaomon's foot bore down on both the glasses and Arthur's fingers.

The Digimon sighed. He had apologized immediately, but that didn't stop the human from ignoring him completely.

“C'mon, you can't ignore me forever now!” Exasperated, Gaomon marched over to where the human sulked and attempted to yank him out of his defensive position.

The boy's face came up dry (even though later on Gaomon swore that Arthur had been heaving sobs, a claim that the boy vehemently denied) and angry at the sound of the approaching Digimon, but his voice held no more than simple annoyance when he spoke.

[glow=beige,2,300]“You broke. My glasses.” [/glow]
With that said, Arthur made is if to retreat further from the breaker of his glasses, but the action was aborted midway with a jerk as his gaze narrowed and then widened in surprise or fear as a new entity walked into his line of sight.

[glow=beige,2,300]“What the—am I dead?”[/glow]
Gaomon would have seriously started to worry for the boy's sanity at this point had he not seen the other Digimon appear out of the corner of his eye seconds before the boy had reacted. Angemon. Who looked like he had a pretty good idea of what was going on.

The boy shivered. Gaomon decided it was probably best to speak on both of their behalf's to the Digimon, lest the boy start asking even more absurd questions. Of course he wasn't dead. The mere thought of it sent an unpleasant tingle down Gaomon's spine, although he couldn't say why; after all, he'd only just met the boy.

"What are you talking about? Angemon, what's going on? Who is this kid? Why is he here?" Gaomon didn't even know the human's name, due to the earlier glasses-breaking episode.

Arthur, meanwhile, settled his glasses back on his face, though it tilted to the right when he let it go. The right stem stuck out awkwardly. Oh well. It's the best I can do. For some reason he recalled the chess game he had been yanked from—he was probably out of time by now.

Suddenly an awful realization hit him, and he smacked his palm against his forehead.

[glow=beige,2,300]"Stupid, stupid, how could I not see..."[/glow]
Gaomon stared.

Arthur huffed. If he had just seen the move earlier, he could have salvaged his position and possibly turn it into a winning game. 'Darn, couldn't the light have waited ten minutes...?'[/color]