Ghost let the door swing shut of its own according as he entered his apartment, a white Digitama with two horizontal blue stripes tucked under one arm and his newly-bought battle visor in the other hand. He'd found it while browsing through the market, and the clerk promised it would come in handy once the egg he was dutifully carrying around hatched. He hoped he hadn't been ripped off, but these strange creatures seemed more interested in earning an honest living than store clerks back in the real world. Carefully placing the Digitama on the soft pillow of his bed, he raised the visor to his eyes, hooking the ends around his ears. Immeadiately, his field of vision was engulfed in a shade of green which, as his eyes adjusted to the visor, slowly changed back to normal with just a slight dulled tint of green left over. But the information presented to him was not normal. As his gaze hovered over the stationary Digitama, he learned much more about his partner-to-be than he ever could from the digital lifeforms he'd conversed with in his week of being in this world.
Growth rate: 98%
Contains: Tsunomon, Data Lesser Digimon
"That's not even--"
A crack in the egg shell. Already the screen on his visor had changed.
Growth rate: 12%
Attack: Acid Bubbles
Tsunomon blinked as his Digitama shell fell away, allow his big, brown eyes to adjust to Ghost's face. Unlike one would expect from a newborn creature, he possessed instant mastery of his mind and senses, and quickly concluded, "So you're my Tamer. What's your name? And could I get something to eat? I'm starving."
Already Ghost was headed for the apartment's mini-fridge, and he took out a can of cola and a half-finished reuben, when he passed to Tsunomon. Almost instantly, the ravenously Digimon had swallowed the sandwich and pierced the aluminum can with his teeth, gulping down the carbonated liquid before Ghost could finish his thought on what a waste it was to consume food without tasting it. But the meal seemed to please his partner, whose growth rate climbed to 26%, so he decided not to complain and instead proceeded to answer the Tsunomon's other questions.
"You can call me Ghost," he said.
"Okay," Tsunomon said, trying to dispose of the aluminum can, too, but spitting it out in a trash can after he found it hurt his teeth. "So, then, what will you call me?"
Ghost thought. What would be a good name for a Digimon? He thought back to the time spent in the Digital City before Tsunomon hatched. Many Digimon went by their species name, but some had nicknames, while others took their nickname and attached a -mon to it, categorizing themselves in a new species. One such Digimon he met called itself "Saturnmon". Maybe a planet would be a good thing to name Tsunomon after? No, planets were too common, and their Roman namesakes were overused. But maybe, a moon...?
"What about Charon?" he asked. He didn't know the Greek/Roman counterpart to this character, which meant it was just obscure enough to serve as a good name for his partner.
"Sounds great!" the Tsunomon--now Charon--replied, jumping up and down on the springs of the bed. Suddenly, he stopped and looked at Ghost with an intelligent gaze one would not expect from a baby. "So, now, we have to go out into the woods somewhere and train, right?"
"Well, it's what Tamers and their Digimon do. To get stronger. 'Cause there are some pretty bad Digimon around, and if I ever needed to evolve to protect you, I'd want to be the strongest I could be." Charon jumped down from the bed to Ghost's side, rolled half-way onto his back so he could stare up at his Tamer's face. "Am I right?"
Ghost nodded. "Yeah, I guess you are." Though he had no intention of needing to fight anyone, he figured a Digimon of this world would know more about how it works than he did, and he got the feeling he and his partner were supposed to trust each other. So, out of trust, he scooped the Digimon up into his arms and asked, "So, where would you like to go?"
"Out into the wild somewhere!" Charon replied excitedly. "Quick! Let's go to the Trailmon station and decide there where the best place to go would be!"
Briefly, Ghost wondered how a newborn Digimon could know so much about the world around it so quickly. But he shrugged off the feeling and nodded eagerly, saying, "Yeah. Let's go." Then, Charon still under hand, he crossed the room and pulled open the door, stepping out into the hallway and letting it swing shut once again.