Liger versus Christian (Sensei versus Apprentice)

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Winds blew lightly against Christian's face, as Omnimon X stood near, releasing massive exerts of power from a sterling white torso, which cooled as the heat from within simmered. "I assume your a bit hot Omnimon, but why now?" Christian questioned quietly as the clicking of the Digivice in hand buzzed in response. Texting females from school was the only thing to do, when waiting for a former Sensei to appear for the first match against the two in about a year, or so.

"Simply because VictoryGreymon, and I were sparring only half-an-hour ago." He replied bitterly as the steam rose from the mid of his arms, and torso. "I obviously won from the two of us, but again you expected so." Omnimon X was the only Digimon of the four, who considered himself the best, but again that was overall potential speaking. VictoryGreymon's prudence, and knowledge in battle prove to be the best, but he commonly allows Omnimon X to be the victor of the two.

"As you claim." He replied in a mutter, which Omnimon X never caught onto. Christian's underground hangar provided the most comfortable area for training. Even for humans. A Gravity Manipulation Chamber, a concept drawn from Dragon Ball Z, but brought to reality from Guilmon, the engineer of the four. Battle Simulator rooms for battle knowledge, and experience, again drawn from fictional concepts, but brought real. Bringing out his Digivice, he viewed the number of hours spent inside the GMC, which had been occupied by Guilmon who was in Imperialdramon Paladin Mode, attempting to push further. Nearly a hundred and seventy four hours. He clicked a button, which automatically opened the doors to the GMC. "No more training my friend, but please excuse yourself to the Sprinting Track." He spoke into the Digivice, which led into the speaker of the GMC.
 

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A portal within Network City opened allowing a hot headed tamer, Marcus, to dash out into the streets as he pressed towards his destination. He remembered scheduling a meeting with his old friend, Christian, but had allowed the other areas of his life to intervene making him late for their arrangement. "Damn that Chemistry class." he said to himself as he mentally cursed the old professor that decided now would be the best time to spring a pop quiz on them. Luckily for him, he was paying attention during that lecture and was able to ace it, but not without having to do page upon page of calculations for a simple answer.

Reaching into his jacket pocket, the tamer fluidly pulled out his digivice and began pressing buttons as he ran through the streets and exited the city. He vaguely remembered where he said that he would meet the tamer for their "meeting" and figured now would be the time to initiate his shortcut strategy. "Projecto: DeathGod, REALIZE!" Pointing his purple and gray digivice iC skyward, a beam of purple energy released and took the form of a noble purple digimon with shining wings. "Oi, Marik... Down here!" he would call as he came to a stop at the city gates.

The beast god digimon, Anubismon, would swoop down to greet him with a smile and would then speak in a tone that suggested high-minded europeon origin. "Good evening, Master Marcus... what ever shall we be doing today?" The digimon would land and would bow to show respect to the only human he'd known to avoid all of his deadly traps.

"Ummm... I can't quite remember, but I think the Martinez Estate." He would reply with an awkward smirk and evident sweat drop.

Marik would also show some irritation in his character's absence mindedness. "Ah, the Martinez estate, I remember it well. Hold on." Placing a heavy hand on his tamer's shoulder, he would chant under his breath and then speak the last word that would have then teleported to their location. "AMEMIT!!!"

Seconds later, there would be a light explosion in front of Christian's place as the two arrived, concealing in a shining pyramid of energy. "We are here."  

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Gigimon sped down the main-hallway in a mad-rush, and began to slip on the oak floorboards. "Oh I better get a sammich." He sighed continuing a dash for the front door, which he quickly met face-first. Quickly opening the door Gigimon viewed a tall-black man, and an Anubismon. "Oooh!... A lady-bird!" He squealed with enjoyment, as walked up too Marcus. "Can I touch the lady-bird tingy!?" Laughing with a childish joy Gigimon jumped, and frolicked among their legs like a child.
 

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Marcus chuckled nervously and Anubismon growled lowly with he had a sphere of Egyptian magic glowing in his right hand. Marcus noticed this and figured it was best to intervene before a problem emerged.

"Now, now Marik..." The tamer would place one hand on his digimon's shoulder to calm him and would then lean down to pick the gigimon up. "He can't help but be so child-like, naive... and CUUUUUTE!!" Giving into his protagonistic mindset, the tamer would rub his forehead on the digimon's forehead as a sign of admiration and infatuation with the adorable digimon. He would then place the digimon down and would cough for a moment, realizing how awkward he must have sounded.

"Sure..." Marik would roll his eyes and look the other way in an attempt to show the invisible audience that he and Marcus were in no way connected.

"Alright little gigimon, where's your tamer?" He would ask the in-training digimon.  

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Gigimon slowly turned towards the gaping door, and watched them enter the house closing the door behind them. He eventually escorted them down stairs, where they met several blockades. A security gate, which was below the estate, and one more check point, which was in front of an elevator. Christian constantly kept this multi-million dollar house heavily guarded, with Knightmon and Centaurmon out front, patrolling the twenty feet high walls, and several other types of reinforcements to keep out thieves, and other enemies. Practically a castle.

The furniture had been transferred from the Real-World, "Dragon" Chairs in the living room, cobblestone surfacing in the kitchen, and other fine furniture found in expensive homes. Several expensive vehicles lay buried, and unused in the Estates' massive underground garage. A few Lamborghini, Mercedes, and other exotic cars could be viewed being tinkered with by Guilmon as he ignored the issue to run on the track for a few hours. In the showcase an Audi R8 lay painted in a candy blue, next too a Gumbert Apollo, which had been painted bright orange. Though everything could be seen by the elevator, which had see through windows (reinforced) to view as the elevator fell to the gym floor.
 

[-InsertEgoHere- Liger]

Marcus followed hurried after the little gigimon with his school colored tie billowing to the side as he picked up speed. Marik, on the other hand, followed after the two going at a normal pace as opposed to Marcus's more hurried stepping. Both stepped into the house following the tiny digimon as it navigated through the immense building.

"Hey... Gigi, wait for us." He had no time to change out of his school attire, a bit of a change after the trauma that had occurred in the digital world five years ago. However, he still retained some of the physical signs of his over use of dark soul such as the forever black stained right arm and the lines of corruption that went vertically through both of his yes. Some on the inner portions remained, but after the fight with Ogudomon, most of his corruption has been exorcised.

As they walked, Marcus couldn't help but whistle at all the expensive merchandise and furniture that seemed to be lying all over the place. "Wow, now this is way better than that stuffy apartment."

"It does have a certain appeal to it, doesn't it?"
"Yeah, but is seems to lack a definition of self. They say home is where the heart is right?" Marcus would look around admiring all the expensive stuff, but feeling as if it were a bit of a facade. "I wonder where his heart is in all of this?" Marcus remembered that Christian was only a young boy living under his parents. No doubt they were the ones that gave him all the things he had here.  

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A loud "ding" was made by Gigimon excitedly as doors were opened automatically, and mat placed in front of the elevator said "gym". "Oh Christian!" Gigimon hollered as he scuttled down the hallway, and returned with Christian in nothing, but a simple pair of black shorts, white socks, black shoes, and some armbands. Clearly working out as usual. "Hopefully your walk wasn't to long." He smirked raising his arm in hopes of a hand-shake. "I'm glad we could take some time to catch up." He spoke softly as he biceps flexed a bit, and his caffs shook from the intense work-outs forced upon himself. Though only fourteen, he took the clear body of a man, but only doused by the factor of being a teenager. Hearing a loud crash from down a four sided corridor, Gigimon jumped.

"It must be Veemon practicing in the GMC again." Gigimon sighed as he frolicked off into a corridor specified for weight lifting, and other upper-body purpose exercises. Gigimon Digivolved to Guilmon, and began working his way up to his Mega-form. Working each form out until he moved to the GMC as well.


 

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"G... M... C?" Marcus would ask, tilting his head to the side. He noticed that the young boy that he set out to train so long ago had turned into quite the stud. Shaking his head, he looked away from the boy and spoke to him, "So I know we were supposed to hang out, so what's up?"  

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"Gravity Manipulation Chamber." Christian replied to Marcus drawing emphasis on the G, M, and C, which reminded him what he had set out to accomplish too day. "Which the two of us will be sparring in today for a while." Laughing a bit at the notion of "hanging out" he tiredly jogged over too the GMC. "Before we even begin too continue, what do you want to know before we continue on inside the GMC?" Questioning people about the GMC was his favorite thing, simply because he, and Guilmon crafted the machine simply for fun, but it became an obsession after some time.
 

[-InsertEgoHere- Liger]

"Gravity... Manipulation Chamber." Marcus juggled the three words together in his head as tried to piece together what this chamber might look like. He sat on the idea and scratched his chin till something came to mind. "Oh, do you mean like what they use in Dragon Ball Z?" As he spot, he realized that Christian was already moving. "Oi... wait for me." He would call as he jogged after Christian. As he got closer, he heard Christain say that they were going to be sparring. "Oh, I should have known." He would chuckle, thinking back to the last time they did that.

Anubismon would sigh at the thought of another meaningless fight and followed after the tamers with his wings tucked. He would think on who Marcus would use in this battle hoping that his prolonged stay would not mean that Marcus had chosen him. The very idea of added gravity made his cringe ever so slightly.  

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Christian grinned at the thought of Anubismon's face showing a high-amount of resentment towards intense gravity, which by the looks of it meant the pampered god Digimon wasn't going too like sparring if he was chosen. "So strip down in the bathroom down the hall, and get a lighter set of clothing from one of the racks." He issued walking into the GMC, and stumbling face first. VictorGreymon, and ChaosGallantmon looked back, which caused them to die of laughter. "Okay, that was not bracing myself." He spoke irritated with himself, and got back up. VictoryGreymon, and ChaosGallantmon moved back, and sat against one of the four walls. "Don't take long."  

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"MY WORD!! Can we at least have dinner before you try to get me naked? Maybe a movie too?" Marcus would exclaim jokingly. He had not expected this at all and wondered when he would draw the line after having hung up his battling spirit. Still, this was his friend whom he had not spoken with in quite some time. If anything, he owed Christian that much. "Alright, so where is this bathroom?"