The robotic insect fluttered inside and perched on his desk, sitting there like a lifeless appliance. But a mechanical compartment opened up, where robotic claws stuck out, placing on the desk this device.
With a small hum, he sat down by his desk again, briefly looking at the device before typing out a reply. ...so this energy will allow Pokémon to evolve further. How does this benefit you in the state you're currently in?
Seeing that, he actually began laughing; rubbing his temples a touch before he replied. No nonsense, straight to the point... I like that. But tell me something... how can I trust that your vengeful rage won't turn on me?
You don't, but I don't care much for trust, nor do I care for world domination. The only thing I desire, besides the destruction of my enemies, is knowledge. Before I was robbed of life, I only seek to collect knowledge. I'm a Datamon; it's our nature_[/color]
For now, I purpose that you use your original plan to lure the beast out of the rift; a dragon told in Sinnoh tales. From what I gathered, the Legendary Birds are trying to keep the beast of the Distortion World contained. That aurora that hangs above you was caused by the DigiDestined's Digivices, reacting to the energy I told you about, and causing a dimensional rip. Oh, and Digivices are what my device is based on. My design is rather crude, but it'll get the job done. I have copied the plans used to make Digivices.[/color]
To prove it, he opened another window, showing schematic of the Digivices.
Though curious about this, he did wonder how this Datamon had so swiftly figured out his plot, but he decided to keep his suspicions to himself. After all, this being was interested in information; it would make sense to learn more about his benefactor. Interesting designs... I could use these for something, I reckon.
Obviously. If it works. He wasn't exactly going to start pouring money into a project that wasn't guaranteed to succeed; they already had to put a limit on their budget due to a different trio of failures.
And then that irritating Etemon locks me up; forcing me to maintenance his ridiculous Dark Network. Can you imagine how furious I was when he back-stabbed me?! He promised me resources for my experiments, in return for working on his network. Why did he do that?!_[/color]
Beside the black window, on the computer, a small window appeared, showing a waiting call.
Ugh, finally. With that thought to himself after enduring this disembodied being prattling on about nothing, Giovanni noticed the call. He swiftly typed, I'll get back to you to Datamon, before he accepted the incoming call. "Speak."
Persian slowly perked with a lazy purr, head tilting just a touch as he looked upon his master.
The robotic insect fluttered inside and perched on his desk, sitting there like a lifeless appliance. But a mechanical compartment opened up, where robotic claws stuck out, placing on the desk this device.