A Volcanic Appearance [Open to 2]

Of course, this level of commotion couldn't go unnoticed for long. It was the point, actually: what good was an evacuation if it didn't rile up every person in the village in this morning hour? What was frustrating, however, were those that came back into the village, as if it were a casual thing to do. But it looked like it couldn't be avoided, as another human made his way towards the place. To some, Joey would look like he was cutting the line, earning several dark glances and growls, the tamer's yellow rabbit standing in front.

"Now, what do you think you're... huh? You don't know?" The bunny's defensive stance turned into a confused head-tilt, as Ami gave a sigh. In all this chaos, it was hard to just pull away. She was about to answer, until a second person stepped over, asking her a similar thing!

"Wow, do I really look that important? Um, right." Surely a few words to settle this wouldn't go amiss! "Alright, see there? That line of shiny black rock at the bottom of the valley?" She pointed there, and indeed, there was a practical line, almost like asphalt or tar, lining the rock just outside the village. "It's cooled lava, from a long time ago. So... a volcano's around here, right? And we have report from the Gotsumon around here-"

"-That the volcano only has an hour or two before it blows." A now frustrated-looking Gatomon stepped up, shaking her head. "Musyamon's hired her on to keep opening portals, and I'm here to help keep order. So with all due respect, either help us, or get ready to leave." The cat looked over her shoulder, gritting her fangs. "Hey, no need to argue!" She darted right back into the crowd, to settle something between a Goblimon and a Frigimon, the former pulling on the backpack of the latter.

"Well, you heard em... anyway, that Gotsumon and Meramon over there are going to let us know once it's about to blow." She nodded to the two Digimon standing, a bit away from the village, before returning her attention to Joey, Blitz, and Elliot. "So, sorry we couldn't meet at a better time. We'd like it if you could all lend a hand, though!"

It was interesting to Elliot to see that, whether human world or Digital World, lava always ended up working the same way. Sometimes it was through really cool revelations, like digi-lava hardening into digi-obsidian. Sometimes it was through terrifying ones, like the fact that said digi-lava was about to seriously digi-kill some people. Even if Digimon could regenerate, it still seemed like a major disaster just waiting to happen. Would there even be enough of their code left after total incineration? Ugh, why was he even thinking about this! This was horrible! Immediately Elliot began shaking away each of these intrusive thoughts, trying to reset himself towards a point of relative normalcy.

For Elliot, normalcy meant "get Isaac to help."

"Hold on. I'll get somebody else," Elliot said, running off to the direction of the hotel room. Predictably enough, Isaac was still out like a light. It was always weird seeing how long Isaac could stay knocked out for if he had no obligations at the moment. There was a day when Elliot caught him waking up at 2 PM! Who does that, seriously?

Today was not one of those days where such sleep could be afforded. After a round of vigorous shaking, Isaac slowly cracked a single eye open. "Is it time to go already?" the boy asked in mid-yawn. It was such a shame, too. The village had been so peaceful, and already he was being rushed away from it.

"No, it's time to help. Pronto," Elliot replied. "There's going to be an eruption here. We have to do something!"

He had Isaac at "eruption." The boy rolled out of his bed and immediately ran for the door. It seemed like both brothers were going to be taking this mission on in their pajamas. This would be either a great idea or a terrible one. They made their way back to the group, Elliot smiling as brightly as possible. "Alright! My brother and I are willing to do anything it takes to help." he said, trying his hardest to sound confident in the face of a disaster far bigger than he was. He was not succeeding very well.

Well, Ami couldn't complain about that: catching the Digivice in her free hand, Ami gave the blue-and-gold device a quick look, before giving a nod, clipping her own white model on her belt. This earned a tilted head from the bunny, a curious tone in her voice: "We had to place in a national tournament for ours. Hm... wonder how long they've been around to have this stuff?" As Valeria muttered to her tamer, Ami merely gave a shrug.

"Doesn't really matter now, does it?"

"Guess not..."

As Joey and Blitz moved out into the crowd, another 'biggun' sprung up right next to Koneka: "What the!" Barely shielding her eyes from the evolution, the Gatomon looked up, only to see the white serpent slithering away to the building in question. She blinked, and then shook her head. "Right. Right. Some of you humans can do that, I forget." Sheesh, surprise spirit wielders? And, just a moment later, Isaac pulled out his own device, becoming the equally cumbersome Orochimon. Right there, on the outskirts of this evacuation.

On one hand, it made them stronger, and probably more capable in certain hands. On the other, doing that right in front of an already tense and rushed crowd definitely didn't do well to quell nerves: as Elliot cut through, and as Isaac emerged, the crowd that was already just barely keeping its wits about it just riled up:

"Owaah! Orochimon!"

"Run for your lives!"

"Cursed snakes! Cursed snakes!"

"H-hey! Get under control! They're here to help!"

Koneka's shouting just got lost in the crowd: what was once an orderly procession started to turn into a stampede, larger Digimon pushing over smaller ones, trying to push through, the entire crowd charging for the rails at once. On the track, around the front, beating at the poor, sole vehicle that was currently at the station! And it wasn't as if, even without the crowd, that Sandiramon's form was going to do Elliot any favors: unable to fit inside, it would just be a matter of flailing the tail around, hoping to hook onto the crate.

"Everybody shut up!" The Musyamon, in an effort to take control, climbed atop the vehicle, giving the crowd his trademark death stare. "You'll all get your turn! Just-"

"Oh, not this way!"

Some, in all this, had seen the portals from before, and in an effort to escape the mob, split off in Ami's direction. Considering for a moment, she reluctantly just held both devices down, not opening a new way out, lest more come this way. But even among all this? There still remained at least one calm figure.

The Mammothmon. It lumbered forth, as Joey called out to it, curiously turning its head towards the boy. "Wuzzat?" The mammal turned its head, and crouched down, getting on-level with him, seemingly oblivious to everything else going around. "Eyes ain't what they used to be... just figured I'd head uphill. No need to go too far, can stay nice and warm out here. I can ride ya' out, if ya wan'..."

"Oh, this is just getting silly... you!" Turning towards Isaac, Koneka called out: "Giant snake boy, make sure Ami doesn't get crowded out! Last thing we need is our emergency escape trampled over!"

Yup. This just got a lot worse, very fast!

It was true that being able to fit his whole body inside would have made the situation far more advantageous for Elliot. However, of all the snake forms he could have picked, he was quite fortunate to have Sandiramon to rely on. A deft handler of spears and other such weaponry, surely he could handle a crate of all things. He'd just need to successfully get it, first, and he was sure fishing for it a few more times would do the trick. It helped that, as a serpent, he could use his flexible body to turn himself inwards, looking through one window and poking through the other with his tail. It would take a little bit longer to actually get his hands (or, rather, tail) on the box, but he'd also be able to heft it up with far more strength than Strikedramon, Veemon, or his own rather noodly arms. "Just a second!" he called to Gatomon as he made his tail's way to the crate, hoping his deftness wouldn't fail him now.

Isaac's work was far more cut out for him, as Digimon of all shapes and sizes came stampeding towards Ami. He slithered in front of her, keeping his heads high enough to avoid being stepped on but low enough to still avoid looking too imposing. "Everyone, please calm down!" he called out, the impassioned voice of a desperate 15 year old layered underneath by seven hollow, monotone ones. "I'm just here to help. With eight heads, I can oversee eight times as many things." Did it work that way? Sensory input from the puppet heads was minor, to say the least. But it was certainly much better than nothing.

"My friend here needs time to open the portals, but she's doing the best she can with them. I promise, she'll be able to get you all out of here soon," he said, trying to assure them. "Until then, just please keep nice and orderly, and stay in front of me to give her space. If she gets caught up in everything, then who'll be around to open the portal?"