The Digimon Marshalls

[Salem A. Delgado]

"Ouch, that one hurt Brandon. You make it sound like I can't be trusted!" Diva said with mock hurt, causing her partner to laugh even more.

"Now that that is settled let us get going. I wish to pay off my debt to sociaty as soon as possible." Salem said eager to fight after being locked up for so long.

[arahabaki]

"I agree with Salem. The longer we stand here and do nothing, the worse things are going to get." Seika said as he started for the gate again.

[DarkChibimon]

"Yeah, I agree as well." Dark said as he and Dave followed the group to the gate.

"Sir, Me and Dark can go scout ahead. DarkRaidramon is one of the fastest digimon on foot." Dave said.

[Mai]

Nana turned and followed the group, Midori on her heels.

'This is exciting, right Nana?' Midori said, her beady eyes sparkling.

'Yeah, yeah! Okay, listen everybody! I made up a theme song!' Nana shouted, clearing her throat and beginning to sing as they walked.

'Fiiiighting evil, trying to save the world! We'll kill eeeeveryone, who gets in my waaaay! 'Cause i'm Nana, yeah, Nana Nana Nana, Queen of the Diiiiigimon! And i say, listen to meeeeeee! All the evil people shiver in their boots, even those who wear high heeeeeels, 'cause i'm Nana, and i'll stomp on their feeeeeeeet!'

The little girl sang, skipping alongside the rest of the Digimon Marshalls.

[Crimson Fox]

Zorromon headed for the gates with the others, all the while trying to keep himself calm when he started to hear Nana's singing. He gnashed his fangs a little before muttering under his breath, "I thought we were the Digimon Marshalls, not the Digimon Amateur Hour."

"Be nice, Zorro," whispered Ada to her digimon, wishing her vulpine partner wouldn't cause any trouble before the start of the mission.

"Yeah, whatever," huffed Zorromon before he used his Smoke Bomb technique to teleport straight to the gates.

[Bee]

OOC: yeah, I'm charging off a car battery. Dunno how many times I can do this, but I'm gonna keep trying. Don't be suprised if I just sorta disappear, though. If that happens, y'all can either collaborate amongst yourselves and keep playing, or wait for me to get back. Doesn't matter to me.


IC:

Brandon snorted, and took another drag off his cigarette.

"Why don'cha sing a more manly song, like Disposable Heroes by Metallica?" he exhaled, along with a mouthful of smoke.

"Well, it could be worse. Hopefully the singing will stop when we have to start hiking." Reyna told him.

"...yeah, that's when the whining's gonna start." He grumbled.

[Salem A. Delgado]

Salem chuckled as he pulled out a pair of ear buds (That he had stolen from one of the soldiers that had escorted him before they had left) and used his digivice to play Meant to Live by Switchfoot "You really like that song huh? Diva asked as she heard her partners choice.

[arahabaki]

Seika kept walking, easily ignoring the singing from the kid. "So, Dave, the scouting idea sounds good. I would suggest having me there for support. After all, if you two got spotted by a powerful enemy, it wouldn't do to be alone. Plus, Kera can get as fast as Darkraidramon is he goes to his Ultimate form. That, and I hate a slow pace."

[Mai]

'A manly song? I don't know anything manly... How 'bout something by Ai Otsuka? Or maybe Hikki? Hey, wait, why are we walking anyway? Don't we get transport? I thought we were an elite group of special agents! I don't really like walking, you know.' Nana said, frowning.

'Nana, want me to digivolve into Togemon? I could carry you, and the heat wouldn't bother me at all in that form.'

'Awesome! Go Go Midori!' Nana cheered, as Palmon disappeared in a flash of light, growing into the giant cactus that was Togemon. Midori reached down and carefully placed Nana on her spiky shoulder, the little girl adjusting herself to avoid sitting on any spines.

'Yaaaaay! Okay, i can sing even better from up here!'

[ParkerXD]

"Striker, if togemon joins in I give you permission to execute me" Steven told him

"I wouldn't say that, someone might take it seriously" Striker said forming the rifle in his hands.