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A Certain Academic City

Hearing the girl's voice, a surprised Beatrix emerged from the kitchen, clutching a small glass of milk. Huh, she hadn't left yet? Normally, the peons acted as if they had somewhere better to be than her palace (which was just hilariously impossible, but whatever), assuming they bothered to enter in the first place. Was this motormouth really able to see the greatness of her mind, to be able to transform this cramped box into a haven for herself and her fluffy friends?

"Hmph! As well you should be!" the arrogant child swelled with pride at the praise, "after all, it's only through my genius that this decrepit pit became even remotely hospitable!"
Beatrix approached the girl, who was currently searching under her bed for some reason. After a sip of her milk, she questioned, "that's quite rude, you know! If you wanted to see my collection so badly, you need only kneel before me and beg!"

This particular collection, however, wasn't for more toys, but merchandise. Small piles of manga, anime, games and the occasional light novel took refuge under the bed, since they had nowhere else to go. Picking any two random franchises from her collection would show that she seemed to watch just about anything, from gory horror to cheesy romance.

...Not that she was likely to remember much of the former.

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Please, everyone knows Beatrix is the strongest. She's never lost a fight, after all!

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This girl really liked to talk, Beatrix noted as they walked onward. It was tough keeping up with her story (plural?), especially when she had that evil sun bearing down on her too. Well, at least she'd deduced that this older girl was obviously a giant klutz! As long as she didn't trip and hurt her new friends, Beatrix would tolerate it.

Soon enough, they arrived at the rich girl's luxurious, outstanding, and enviable... standard-issue dorm building. Definitely far from the standards Beatrix deserved, but she was confident there was a mix-up somewhere. Any day now, she'd be moving into a ten-bedroom suite!
For now though, this was her humble abode. With a haughty "of course!" she beckoned the girl to follow her to her door and inside, where she carelessly kicked off her shoes and walked further inside. To a world infested with stuffed toys and plush dolls, going by the sheer amount lining the walls and occupying sitting space.

"Just stick 'em there," Beatrix pointed to one of the few remaining areas in her small dorm, and walked into the kitchen, assuming the courier girl would leave immediately.

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With the taller girl finally coming to a stop, Beatrix gratefully regained her breathe, hands gripping her knees as she doubled over. Physical activity was not her best stat, admittedly.

After a few moments, Beatrix straightened her posture and puffed out her chest, smirking condescendingly, "Hmph! Of course I'm fine! A light trot is nothing to me! ...Still, there's no need to rush, so don't go speeding all over the place, will you? It's quite annoying."
Relaying the directions of her dorm to the girl, Beatrix walked onwards once more. Roughly a ten minute walk away, which was just about within her limit. Quite handy when she needed supplies or new frien- toys.

Oh, right, peasants should be rewarded when they actually succeed, right? the young girl suddenly realised. Well, money was hardly an issue for someone of Beatrix' status, but how much did one pay for an escort such as this? It wasn't that difficult, right? But this girl pretty much volunteered...
The arrogant girl continued to ponder this dilemna with a small frown as she walked.

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Beatrix seemed rather conflicted upon having her head patted, her expression struggling to stick with either 'outraged', 'surprised' or 'mildly pleased'. Eventually, it seemed to settle on a bashful, blushing expression that in no way indicated she was happy for any kind of attention, and loudly cleared her throat.

"Y-yes, my bags... well," the demanding rich girl began, her directions faltering as her new servant simply rushed off with her stuff. Well... it was nice that she was so eager to serve now, but that wasn't the direction to her home!
"W-wait up!" Beatrix yelled, running after the girl. Her dress wasn't all that heavy or frilly, but it was still obstrusive enough to hamper her speed. And maybe wearing mostly black on such a warm day wasn't the greatest idea she ever had...

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Hearing someone speak, Beatrix turned to cast her snobbish, dual-coloured glare at the person who approached her.

"...That's not my name!" she fumed, crossing her arms, "how can you not know my amazing and illustrious name!"
The ignorance of the peasants could be quite astounding! It was bad enough when people ignored her greatness, but to not even know who she was?! Academy City was just filled with idiots, it seemed. This stranger was not qualified to help!

...Then again, she was the only one that offered. And since demands were strangely ineffective...

"Nevermind that..." sighed the little gothic-lolita, and pointed at her shopping, "I need help with those. Take them home, will you?"

There. Much better.

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It was just another day for Academy City's most annoying level 0- sorry, most lovable genius who had yet to apply for her real level.

Beatrix exited the store, carefully balancing several large bags in her small arms, and clearly not struggling to walk with her view obstructed at all. Inside the bags were large, stuffed toys, perfect for cuddling into at night. Or having tea parties with. Or practising conversations. Not that Bea ever did any of those things! She was just an avid collector!

One of the bags balanced atop several others slipped from its perch, onto the floor below, causing the girl to grumble in frustration. Why the hell were these things so hard to carry?! That stupid shop should supply her with a mule or something! How the hell did they expect someone of her status to just carry all this by herself, anyway?!"

Setting the rest down on the floor, Beatrix tried to balanced her items into one big pile, but they stubbornly refused to comply this time. Carrying this alone was definitely impossible, after all. She'd need a servant. At least there was plenty around!

"Hey! Someone carry my stuff for me!" Beatrix barked an order at the general populace. Who, as usual, avoided eye contact and hurried away. Just what the hell was their problem, anyway?! Ignoring her like that...

...Maybe it was her tone? No, impossible, her voice was too perfect for it to be an issue. Everyone else was just mean.

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• Name: Beatrix Alexandria Katherine Avalon
• Age: 13
• Appearance: "Yes, I'm a master of the violin, too."
• Personality: Incredibly haughty and entitled, with a fondness for flaunting her family's wealth. Beatrix managed to isolate herself as a stuck-up brat in an environment full of stuck-up brats. However, she totally didn't mind this growing up, and doesn't have any secret desires to have someone to talk to occasionally! Why would someone of her amazing societal status even need pointless things like friends?!
  When Beatrix is not showing off her awesomeness, she's indulging in her favourite pastimes; music, gaming or collecting plushies bigger than herself. These three things are her holy trinity, and bad-mouthing any of them is liable to have an angry little girl fuming at you. And that's terrible.
  For all of her bluster, though, Bea is easily coerced and fooled, capable of believing the sun was made of ice if you really needed her to think that. So not exactly a 'super genius', as she likes to claim. Pointing out her level 0 status is also kind of a sore spot. Try not to poke it.
• Level: 0
• Power: "Memory Killer", the ability to forget whatever she wants.
• History: A rich girl from a little place called Britain, though she's spent half of her life within Academy City by now. Having spent her days driving people off in one way or another, she's not done much of note. Attend a school she is clearly too smart for, live life as an obvious prodigy... at least she looks cute?

A Certain Academic City

• Name: Beatrix Alexandria Katherine Avalon
• Age: 13
• Appearance: "Yes, I'm a master of the violin, too."
• Personality: Incredibly haughty and entitled, with a fondness for flaunting her family's wealth. Beatrix managed to isolate herself as a stuck-up brat in an environment full of stuck-up brats. However, she totally didn't mind this growing up, and doesn't have any secret desires to have someone to talk to occasionally! Why would someone of her amazing societal status even need pointless things like friends?!
  When Beatrix is not showing off her awesomeness, she's indulging in her favourite pastimes; music, gaming or collecting plushies bigger than herself. These three things are her holy trinity, and bad-mouthing any of them is liable to have an angry little girl fuming at you. And that's terrible.
  For all of her bluster, though, Bea is easily coerced and fooled, capable of believing the sun was made of ice if you really needed her to think that. So not exactly a 'super genius', as she likes to claim. Pointing out her level 0 status is also kind of a sore spot. Try not to poke it.
• Level: 0
• Power: "Memory Killer", the ability to forget whatever she wants.
• History: A rich girl from a little place called Britain, though she's spent half of her life within Academy City by now. Having spent her days driving people off in one way or another, she's not done much of note. Attend a school she is clearly too smart for, live life as an obvious prodigy... at least she looks cute?

Digimon Adventure Redux

There were several reasons that made today shoot to the top of Nathan's 'Weirdest day ever' list.

The first one, involved him waking up in a forest. This in itself was strange, since not only did he live in the middle of an urban city, in a country not exactly known for its lush jungles, but he sure as hell did not go to sleep in a forest. So he was either kidnapped, fell into a wormhole, dreaming, or hallucinating. None of which were much too ideal.

Secondly, this forest was just plain strange. He had literally just pulled a chunk of ham from the branches overhead, and Nathan really had no idea how to process that. Eating it was out of the question, definitely, but still, huh?!

Thirdly, his phone was messing with him.

"Thank you for taking the time to dial all of those numbers," his phone intoned, "unfortunately, your efforts were all for naught, as there is no one with this number in existence."

So my contacts list is out... the young lad frowned, trying his various saved numbers, with much of the same results. Tat was problematic. Even more so was the lack of internet access. That was going to mess up his schedule for his online games.

Something tapped his leg, causing Nathan to jump back with alarm and look at the source. It was... he honestly had no idea. a knee-high person wearing Japanese armour? It even had a wooden sword.

"My apologies for startling you, good sir," the thing bowed slightly, speaking in a high-pitched voice, almost like a child's, "I am Kotemon. We are destined to be partners, so I hope we can get along."

Nathan, of course, had several questions about this. It was difficult to decide whic held the most importance, and after a few moments of dazed contemplation, he simply asked, "What are you?"

"Me, I am a Digimon," the Kotemon replied, "It is short for 'Digital Monster'."

Ah, of course it was. Well, that was all Nathan needed to here. At the speed of a rather brisk walk, and definitely not a sprint in the opposite direction, Nathan walked away from the monster, in search of someone human.

...Oh god it was following him!