Zero

If anyone cares.

Bass got arrested.

...

That is all.

Back.

I'm getting tired of this crap.

Alia.

Don't look for your partner. He's not there.

Neither are we.

X, don't worry.

Ryuudamon and I will be back within a couple days.

...

Additionally, I was in an oddly good mood this weekend. I ended up buying the following, so.

X, Alia - [Attached: Certificate to a rather nice eating establishment] Don't worry yourselves.

Axl, there's enough pizza for you and the Digimon on the way in 30 minutes.

Layer, Iris - [Attached: Gift certificates each to particular cafes. Each one is on the OPPOSITE side of Tetha from one another.]

Honestly, I don't know why the hell I bought all these things.

Good night.

We'll be back.

[click]

[ooc - Zero? Is not responding to any replies. XD; He's... busy now.]

...hnn.

...

Sorry.

They say dead men tell no tales.

I wonder.

Does the same thing apply to Digimon?

...

This crap's too damned familiar.

X, Axl -

Sorry.

Bass -

Grow up.

Optimus Prime (smaller one) -

Bulkhead's giving me a lift to Flower Paradise.

[locked to Animated Optimus]

...you have a really great man in him, also.

[/locked to Animated Optimus]

Optimus Prime (bigger one) -

Thanks again for offering your help earlier. I... ...probably should have taken it.

Xellos -

I don't know what you're up to. But seriously? Go to hell.

Hello, fellow Warriors of Destiny!

I am Ryuudamon, partner to Sir Zero of the Maverick Hunters.

It appears that... he has run off without his D-Comm. If anyone sees a very tall humanoid Tamer with red armor and long blond hair? Please inform him he has misplaced it.

And me.

Apologies to fellow denizens of the apartment complex. I swear on my honor we shall find a way to copmensate for the holes in your floors/ceilings.

...

The Digital World can officially bite me. Hard.

As if X's so called "bodyguards" weren't enough of a hassle, these "Mega Men"...

Hn.

Guess it always has to be something.

[Locked to Maverick Hunters]

X, Axl. This obviously has some connections to us somewhere, and our world.

The question is what we do about it.

...

This is slightly stranger than usual.