Digital Wayfarers

" CUTIES!!! "

Vanessa was doing her best to roats some berries when he came in. She didn’t turn and kept her back to him. She didn’t want to scare him, or freak him out. “Sorry there isn’t much. I…had to break a lot of the furniture the humans left. The beds are the only things left.” She would grab a berry kabab and sit it on the ground before moving another one over the fire supported by a couple of other sticks.

Finally she would turn to look at him, and she had a small smile. She didn’t mind if he wore the armor if that’s what made him feel safe. “It’s okay you know. Humans don’t come out here often. Even then this place is hidden.” She would than walk away from the fire to prepare more berry kababs, and also giving him a chance to grab from the four she’s already made.

Nodding, Ludomon walks towards the cooking area, if cautiously because of the flames. Well, at least she seemed to have things under control... As he walked over, he’s careful to avoid tripping on his blanket and any debris on the floor, and when he finally gets close enough to the fire he awkwardly reaches out for a kabab, trying to neither expose himself too much or get anything caught on fire.

Backing away slightly at first, the Digimon holds back making a hiss as the strange, bipedal cat “Pokeymon” in front of her as he knelt down and lowered his flashlight. The “stranger-danger” warning bells going off in her head were making it hard for her to keep her aggression in control, but since this person seemed alright so far, she’d try her best to weather this out...for now.

In the darker parts of the corridors, a small creature moved as stealthily as they could through the shadows, doing so fairly well for the most part...until they get stuck in a doorway trying to lug the duffel bag they were filling with something, and then smuggling out.

Irritated, the creature starts pushing it back into the room they were hiding it in before, disregarding all stealth and safety out of frustration as they kicked and shoved it in, then slammed the door. Just as they were about to leave, they get startled by a flashlight beam landing them.

In a chaotic tide of swirling colors, geometric shapes and code-strings, a point of light starts to form, and a strange pixelated distort blurs the “air”. Small at first, it starts to grow in size and spin in place, gradually gaining speed as it draws in data into itself from the surroundings. As it does so, sparks flash here and there, bright and vivid against the already turbulent background.

Eventually, the light becomes almost like a miniature star, bight and blinding. Barely a moment later though, it begins to slow down and dim, shrinking in on itself and coalescing. It begins to form into a solid shape, gradually revealing a strange, egg-like object of prismatic coloration.

Impmon was having a pretty decent day, all things considered

After stealing a few pastries from a pastry shop and unplugging a few humans’ refrigerators when they weren’t home, he was simply enjoying a stroll through town. The imp simply was enjoying the breeze on his face, closing his eyes, when- “AUGH-!” He cried out, having been bowled over. Falling straight on his back, the imp was quick to his feet, dusting himself off before seeing who the idiot that wasn’t paying attention was… Before an expression of fear fell across his face. Oh, he knew who she was, alright. The DORUmon may not remember him fully, but Impmon remembered her clear as day. See, he may or may not have… Stolen a Delivery from her a few weeks ago while she was out delivering it. Right under her nose, too- Literally. He just swiped it like a purse- But, hey, it wasn’t his fault that the cake she was delivering smelled so good! Of course, the ensuing chase practically left Impmon out of breath; As it turned out, the T-Rex looking Digimon had stamina to spare, and he had to practically run half way across the entire city before losing her. So, to come back face-to-face with the DORUmon once more… Was more than a little terrifying.  He just had to play it cool. “W-Well, maybe next time y’ should th’ eyes in ya head t’ pay attention t’ ya surroundin’s, boxhead.” Impmon crudely replied, giving a knock against Cazzie’s head.

”Watchit, delivery coming through!” Running through the streets of this busy village, a DORUmon carrying a large bag made of a mix of plant material and leather moves to take the least crowded paths. She had an important delivery to make, and she was determined to get to where it was she needed to get to, though she was still gonna try and be respectful of anyone near the path.