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    A grunt upset and wild emitted from the little creature wriggling against Cinque’s grip upon the poke. “MARGOT~!!” came a howl, still cheery, not at all something you’d use to put a pet in it’s place. But still she calmed, ears flopping to the side. One really couldn’t blame the poor thing for no one really enjoyed Cinque’s yelling. “I dunno what a digivice even is~ I got a blankie though! And a list of stuff she can do. If I put her down she’d totally headbutt your leg~~” Two arms folded neatly around the small creature showing she had no real interest in putting her down, his was her new pet, a doll of sorts and she wouldn’t stand for a bump of the head. 

Beelzemon almost felt sorry for the little creature, wondering how much more unpleasant Cinque’s screams were for someone with such large ears. Oh well, that wasn’t his problem. “A Digivice is a li’l tool Tamers- human partners- got t’ Digivolve or power ‘em up. In my experience, they come wit’ th’ Digimon.”

Well, most of the time. He was a different case. 

“Somethin’ tells me tha’ if she headbutted my leg, she’d get a concussion. D’ya know wha’ kinda animal this is, Sparkler? Species name, not wha’ ya named ‘er.”

There was also the fact that Margot didn’t look at all threatening- but he’d been proven wrong about that fact in the past, one such occasion by the girl he was conversing with.

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“Her name is Margot. I got an egg and hatched her myself.” When the tiny creature was lowered a bit of a pout was revealed, like she was a grand curtain drawn back to reveal a less then ready actor. “I thought for suuuuuuuuure she was a digimon~~”

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“Aww, no fun, Belzie-pyon.” She pouted briefly, before giving a grin to the other Digimon. Maybe he wasn’t so bad after all.

“‘Why I was kidnapped’, huh?” She repeated, attention grabbed. She really did want to know the reason behind that mystery— particularly because it involved her.

As Beelzemon walked forward, both Rina and V.V. shared a glance. Was it right to follow this Beelzemon? The former seemed fine with it, but…

“It’s straightforward, isn’t it? Get her out, get her home.”

He frowned.

V.V. had his reasons for not wanting to follow him. Not that he doubted Beelzemon entirely, but he was more concerned about his partner’s safety and the legitimacy of Beelzemon’s claims. 

First off, he wasn’t weak.

He could protect his partner on his own!

“Put Rina at gunpoint and I’ll bash your face in!” He yelled at the perceived threat, raising his fist again. He’d give Beelzemon the hardest headbutt that he could muster if he did that to Rina.

“Well ain’t like my opinion’s gonna influence wha’ ya call me either way, so it doesn’ really matter,” he shrugged. And he’d just get used to it while never saying a word to his friends about it otherwise. 

“Jus’ a speculation, anyway. Somethin’ ‘bout you two tha’ could pose a threat so they wanted t’ get th’ human outta th’ way.”

And while he wouldn’t put it past any of them to have  some zany, overdramatic scheme for the pair, he was sticking to a simpler explanation that made the most sense. 

“K, so how ya gonna get home? D’ya know how t’ magically open a door t’ th’ human world?

“Are ya gonna follow or ain’tcha?”

“An’ will you fuckin’ relax, ‘s fer th’ sake a’ appearances. An’ if yer thinkin’ ‘bout if I slip accidentally- bein’ an expert shooter’s kinda in my blood, so t’ speak. 

“Trus’ me, I coulda shot ya both a long time ago. Or any number a’ otha’ things  that’re unpleasant an’ disturbin’. So will ya fuckin’ relax, dipshit? I ain’t gonna hurt either a’ ya an’ ‘m actually gonna get ya outta this stupid place.”

At this rate he was going to have to tell them his true nature before anything got done. 

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“Well, V.V.’s strong! Never mind that he’s a rookie.” She nodded to herself. V.V. seemed a whole lot stronger than regular rookies, and seeing as he was able to scale a tower and even break down a wall, that had to count for something, right? It was like he was her knight in shining armor!

… Even if he was pretty small. So Beelzemon had a point— for now, anyway.

At Beelzemon’s reaction to his given nickname, she grinned.

“It’s your nickname. Belzie-pyon! Isn’t it cute?”

She might have come up with that nickname purposefully. 

“Well, getting her out of this place is priority— since you do have a point.” V.V. nodded. “But since she was locked up there, the best way to go from here would’ve been down, right?”

“Right.” Rina nodded in agreement. “Maybe if we keep going down, we’ll find some answers, too.”

In any case, she peered around the tower interior again. Everything seemed to be clear… which meant it probably would be a good idea to keep moving.

“V.V., let’s go.”

“I know plenty a’ strong Rookies, Loudmouth. But there’s somethin’ tha’ can incapacitate even th’ strongest a’ Digimon if they got a partner. Tha’s my theory anyway why you were kidnapped,” he shrugged. It made sense, targeting the humans, the source of the Digimon’s power. Not like it’d seemed to have worked here, but that just spoke well for V.V.’s tenacity. 

And Beelzemon could acknowledge that. 

Rolling his eyes at Rina’s nickname for him, he wanted to groan at the stupidity of it. 

Well, he’d get used to it, he guessed. 

“No. Sounds like somethin’ a five year old would nickname me.”

“An’ I meant after tha’, genius. Got any idea where t’ go from there? Fanglongmon, I gotta think a’ everythin’, don’ I?”

He grunted and started walking, motioning for the two of them to follow. He was going to get them out of this hellhole, and he figured that he was the only one who could most safely guide the two of them. 

“If we were doin’ this appropriately, I’d have ya in chains an’ pretend I was movin’ th’ two a’ you. But I don’. So jus’ keep yer fuckin’ heads down an’ pretend t’ be afraid a’ me.

“If it helps, I can put ya a’ gunpoint.”

He wasn’t going to shoot though.