Hikari sighed, leaning against the wall of the sensorium as she watched one of the more recent battles that she had been involved in, the fight against Vilgax. She hadn't been able to figure out how she had managed to evolve Tailmon to her ultimate form of Holydramon during that fight, so she figured it was about time she took another look at it.

She just hoped that looking at the fight would actually let her be able to figure out how they were able to do it.

Tailmon was watching the fight too, just as interested in figuring this out as Hikari was. "We'll figure out how it happened soon," she said, crossing her arms over her chest. "And then we'll know how to do it again when we need too."

Hikari nodded. "Yeah..." She didn't miss that Tailmon said WHEN they needed to use it, and not if. But Hikari couldn't blame Tailmon for thinking that, with the type of odds they've come up against, they probably were going to need to use it again.

The young girl winced a bit when they got to the part where Vilgax had knocked Angewomon back into Tailmon, watching closely as she saw the memory version of her start to glow pink. Even now, she could still remember how her body felt when that happened; it had felt like it was cooking her from the inside.

But it wasn't happening now, and she made sure keep watching, seeing that light shoot off into a beam towards the memory-Tailmon, turning her into Holydramon.

And that's when Hikari saw it. Something that she hadn't realized when it was happening.

The memory stopped, staying in place for a moment.

The memory-Hikari was in her normal form, not using the pactio after that.

It was obvious. It should've been obvious the entire time. The only source of power that Hikari had that she didn't have in the Digital World was the pactio with Negi she had formed after the failure that was the Zokez II battle.

Why didn't she realize this sooner?

She shook her head, letting out a sigh as the scene faded away. "I'm such a dummy."

Tailmon blinked, looking over at her. "It's not like I was able to figure it out either..."

"But it was right in front of my face," Hikari said, moving down to pick up Tailmon in her arms. "But at least we know how it happened now..."

Tailmon nodded, but she didn't point out that they still needed to figure out how to make it happen consistently. She hadn't evolved to Ultimate during the battle on that last mission, after all. Not that she needed to, so it was a good thing that she didn't, but still. Having power like that and not being able to use it consistently was really frustrating.

The TV flashes with a new message.

Tyrant Mail,

If you want to win, you can't be chicken!

Fiercely in Love,
Tyrant

After some time to change into their now-mandatory 8-inch heels, contestants are led to an stiflingly hot arena where 'devoted fans' (i.e. confused people prodded into the auditorium by casting agents) are watching. A giant catwalk, made to look like a barbecue with real flames and coals, rolls out before them. At its feet giant fried chicken-themed thrones hold the judges, all of whom are surrounded by fans buffeting their hair about and keeping them from getting a thick shellack of sweat.

"Contestants!" Jay Emmanuel strides up to them, impossibly-perfect skin still smooth and dry. He may, in fact, be part android. "Let's get you to styling! For your challenge today. You have to embody the spirit. Of fighting animal cruelty by dressing as a couture piece of poultry and strutting your stuff! Get it? Strut?"

The contestants are led away by the stylists, with the knowledge that their number will be at least one fewer by the end of the challenge.

[OOC: I will continue to backtag makeover threads for as long as you like!]