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[thatisnotmyface]

Who: Layer, PawnChessmon Black, and a couple of surprise guests
What: In which Layer finds out the Digital World can be a dangerous place
When: April 15th, early evening
Where: Neon City

Layer hadn't yet taken the time to really just explore, despite being in the Digital World for a couple of months now. Using some lightpost data she had been given, Layer had taken PawnChessmon with her to check out Neon City. So far she had just been committing the city to memory, taking note of the busiest places and the quieter, more quaint-looking places.

Unfortunately, she had wandered out of the busier, more secure parts of town.

"Miss Layer, perhaps we should turn back and head back to Sanctity?"

"But why? I have yet to see all of Neon City and I don't want to leave until I've seen at least half

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[guardian_wind]

"Hm? No ma'am, my name is-"

Vent was suddenly interrupted by the launching of missiles from the Andromon's chest, which succeeded in taking him by surprise and knocking him off his feet.

[thatisnotmyface]

Layer raised her arms up again to protect herself from the shockwave, "Are you okay?"

She adjusted her grip on her rapier before aiming for a less protected area of Andromon's body. Behind her, Pawn Chessmon pulled himself back up onto his feet, "Miss Layer!"

[guardian_wind]

Andromon let out a scream, before attempting to grab Layer with his ruined arm, electricity sparking dangerously between them.

Vent picked himself up, parts of his armor damaged. "Get... get back!" he called out to Layer. "My partner will hit you if you're that close!"

[thatisnotmyface]

Layer barely managed to dodge, the arm just missing her own as she threw herself back, "Got it!"

[guardian_wind]

With the way clear, Wingdramon opened his maw, flames welling up inside his mouth.

"BLAZE SONIC BREATH!" he roared, firing off a blast of blue fire at the Andromon, sending it flying back across the street.

[thatisnotmyface]

Layer crouched down next to Pawn Chessmon, watching the attack. She's clearly impressed by its effectiveness.

"Are you okay, Pawn Chessmon? You aren't hurt, are you?"

Pawn Chessmon looked a little worse for wear, but otherwise okay, "Yes, Miss. I'm fine."

Satisfied, Layer turned to look at Vent, "Thanks for the help."

[guardian_wind]

"No problem," Vent replied, breathing heavily, as his armor was still damaged. "What about you? You're not hurt are you?"

[thatisnotmyface]

"No, I'm fine." Layer looked across the street, "Is it...gone?"

[guardian_wind]

The Andromon wasn't gone, but it was damaged and lying motionless in a heap.

"I'm afraid not... but it doesn't look like he'll be hurting you or anyone else for sometime. I'll have DATS swing by and bring him in... and hopefully help him with whatever it is that made him this way."

[thatisnotmyface]

"Thank you for your help. I'm not sure we would have escaped unscathed without it." Layer helped PawnChessmon stand, checking to make sure he wasn't injured, "Ah, what did you say your name was again?"

[guardian_wind]

Vent smiled and offered her his hand. "Vent. This is my partner, Dracomon... well, when he isn't a Wingdramon, heh."

[thatisnotmyface]

Layer smiled back and reached out to take his hand, "My name is Layer, and this is PawnChessmon."

She looked down at his armor, smiling slipping into a confused frown, "You have similar armor to a colleague of mine. That's why I mistook you for him."

[guardian_wind]

"... That's kind of a long story," Vent replied. "But this isn't the best place to tell it. Would you like to come to headquarters with me?"

[thatisnotmyface]

"Headquarters? Of what organization?"

[guardian_wind]

Vent blinked, and then laughed nervously.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I never said. DATS... I'm head of the Neon Branch office."

[thatisnotmyface]

"DATS? Is that a law enforcement agency for this place?"

Layer wants to know everything, Vent.