Beaten and bruised...[ghost]

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Hnh, well the human sure was different than others Myotismon managed to meet during his time here. Although - that wasn't much, since most he saw were soldiers trying to gun him down. They were afraid, he could have felt it, but their fanatic rage overcame that fear with ease, and the vampire remembered he had to run, RUN from a soldier who emptied his clip at him and charged with a bayonet. But this human - there was no powerless rage in him, no nothing. He simply didn't give a damn, but was more curious about the digimon's own person.

- If we were all Myotismons, we would have died from hunger... And speaking of hunger... - the vampire replied, completely ignoring other questions or a plea to take off that cigarette of his. Hnh, the human could suffocate for all he cared. There was not much point in even torturing the human - it would not be that much fun if he'll simply writhe from pain and not terror. The vampire hated such people - they were boring, like trunks, there was no fun in dong anything with them.

He spotted the bag that the boy brought it, and his nose caught a familiar scent. The scent ... of blood. The boy had blood in there? Well that was ... delightful. With a curious expression, he ravaged through the bag, looking for the source of that smell. - Cucumber... no, salad, no, tomato, yeah right, huh? - he said as he extracted a rather large hunk of meat, and a grin appeared on his face.

- Oooh... How fortunate of me. I had just lost such a hunk yesterday. Thank you for finding and returning it to me... - he said gleefuly, being very hungry. What happened next ... we better not describe, only say that the hunk of meat disappeared in less than a minute.

- Ah, needed that. Now, maybe I should take a nap. That regeneration sure is tiresome... - he yawned, as he approached the torn couch and sat on it, gazing at the human on the floor with an indifferent glare. He didn't have to worry about that guy - once the curse he cast on him was placed - he would be unlikely to go anywhere anytime soon. The digimon did not quite notice the thing was slowly wearing off, and figured he could get some rest, before thinking up what to do with the human, or just drink him dry. With that thoughts, his eyes slowly closed, and he went into a bit of a slumber...

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(You can describe in your post how did he de-evolve and blah, and maybe your chara will have a bright idea of bringing it home. Then we'd have an another hilarious thread xD)

[Chishio Hamada]

At Myotismon's reply, regarding the matter if there were more Digimons, but all Myotismons, Chi smirked as he looked upwards at the ceiling once more and said with that usual calm grin, "Yeah that makes sense. So what do you eat anywa-", Chi stopped as the Digimon started to ravage through one of the bags of groceries, his eyes gazing upon Myotismon as he scavenge for something that had seemed to catch his interest, the hunk of meat no doubt... Chi smirked as he said, "Yeah sure help yourself...", the boy then noticed he was able to completely move his head. He used that to look to the side and let go of the cigarette that fell onto the floor and put itself out; finally he could breathe without having ash enter his nose or mouth.
When the Digimon commented on how he had lost that hunk of meat, Chi looked back at him and said with a sigh, "Of course you did... Don't mention it. Moocher...", that last part he thought to himself as he tried to find out what more he could move. Funny thing was, that little attack of his was starting to wear off as time passed and Chi noticed this as he started to feel his body once more.

After his comment about taking a nap, Chi smirked slightly as he gazed at the dark and spider-web filled chandelier, pondering on what to do while the Digimon took a nap. If Chi didn't get his apathetic ass out of there, the vampire would probably drink every single drop of blood that coursed through his system and despite not fearing death per say, he wouldn't mind living a little longer to accomplish something with his life. The boy attempted to move his hand, which moved though it was jerking and twitch a bit, a sign that the nervous system was regaining it's functionality once more. Next came the rest, his feet, legs, other hand, both arms and torso that did the exact same thing. The usual calm smile appeared on his face as he made his way up, now being able to sit on the floor with his legs stretched. "Well... This is improving.", Chi said in a low tone so as to not wake up the Digimon so he wouldn't zap him back to his previous sorry state.
The boy pulled himself to a chair and sat on it, still not able to stand up straight without falling backwards like a tree that had been cut down. His arms and legs jerked a bit as he just sat there, his eyes looking at the Digimon and pondering on what to do now that he could at least stand up, go to him and maybe stab him in the heart with a wooden stake. That was what happened in movies right?

Five minutes later, the Digimon was still sleeping, though a few growls were coming from.... His stomach perhaps? Chi cocked his eyebrow as he looked at him, a calm smile appeared on his lips and he smirked as he thought to himself, Looks like the butcher would finally get me for dissing on his meat... He gave me rotten piece of meat so I would get an indigestion or food poisoning. How lucky I stumbled across this guy, now he'll suffer for me."[/i], he then tried to get up from his coach and was successful, though wobbling a bit and almost falling a couple of times. The boy straightened his tie and slowly walked towards the Digimon, not making a sound as he made his way beside him, his eyes looking at the pocket where Myotismon had placed his watch. He figured he could snatch it back and leave that place.
He slowly, though jerking a bit, placed his hand inside the Digimon's pocket, down they went until the tip of his fingers finally touched the cold silvery watch that belonged to him. Chi's eyes looked back at the Digimon, hoping he wouldn't wake up now, when suddenly, the growl in his stomach began to increase, only to escape his mouth in the form of a burp, completely landing square on his face. Chi was disgusted by this, his face almost turning green as the smell of rotten flesh went through his nose. The urge to vomit appeared, but he blocked that and with a swift and careful movement he pulled the watch out of the Digimon's pocket. Chi took a few steps back, exhaling the scent that once tortured him and saying with a slight grin as he juggled his watch on his right hand, "I believe this is mine, have a nice undead life prick...", his smile became his usual calm one, though something caught him off guard and that thing was a blinding light that emerged from his watch. The watch emitted that light in the direction of the Digimon, transferring itself onto the digimon that started to shine as bright as the watch did. Chi covered his eyes with his forearm, trying every so often to take a peek whenever he could. When the light started to gradually fade, he gazed at the place where Myotismon once stood and much to his surprise, he seemed to have become smaller. No scratch that, he became another smaller digimon. Chi blinked a few times before realizing what had happened. "Well... Ain't this a wonderful and ironic punishment.", he said as he gazed upon what appeared to be a Tsukaimon. Looks like Myotismon was too damaged to take poisoned food so he reverted back to his rookie form. Chi took a closer look at the Digimon, who continued to slumber calmly yet with a twisted grin on his face. "This is gonna be so much fun... I can't miss out on him freaking out when he wakes up.", Chi said as he walked towards the unraveged grocery bag, emptying it so he could place Tsukaimon inside it. He did so very gently so he wouldn't wake him up and walked towards the exit of the building, though before he went back to the real world, he gazed upon his watch and said, "Aren't you a world of trouble?...", he then placed it inside his pocket and exited the building, the sun setting down on the horizon.