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Curiosity Doesn't Kill Bears [Egg Hunt] [Closed]
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Post by Nik & Brad on Mar 6, 2017 2:43:56 GMT
Ever since Brad had seen Leon's digimental, the Bearmon had felt a little... unsettled. Not out of jealousy or worry or anything like that, but, there was an insatiable urge deep in his mind that wasn't there before.
For days afterward, Brad had felt a strange urge to travel. North in particular. However, in his journeys around the digital world, he knew for a fact that going North in winter would be a particularly bad idea. Thankfully, winter was almost over, and soon would be a good time to see for himself what was up there.
As he waited though, lazing away his days in Whitewater city, he began to have quite vivid dreams. Three of them had been the same - trudging through the snowfields, reaching a cave in the mountains, then walking down it for a while. The dream would always end with a start as Brad seemed to reach a light at the end of the tunnel. He had no idea what awaited him there, but, on the third dream, he finally decided.
'I must see what it is' he thought. 'I don't think I can stand it much longer like this'.
And so Brad had taken a Trailmon all the way North. On the way, he hoped to meet up with some of his friends, or if not, some travellers that might like to accompany him. As curious as Brad was, he knew that going into the caves of the North alone would be very foolish.
Eventually, Brad reached the North. He disembarked the Trailmon on the platform of the quiet remains of Snowflake Village. The wind was chilly, but not intolerably so. Even though Brad was dressed in only his cap and red t-shirt, his double-coated fur was thick enough to keep the worst of the cold out.
From Snowflake Village, Brad waited to see who would accompany him to the Spyware Caverns.
(OOC: Up to 3 others can join this thread. It'll have some of Brad's backstory so just letting you know that).
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Post by Deleted on Mar 6, 2017 10:07:53 GMT
It was unusual for Pipmon to travel on his own like this. In the past there were few instances where he hadn't found himself accompanied by a band of his peers despite them being the one true definition of the word 'coward'. This time however, before he had even as much as mentioned his intentions to head up North he could see that the others had little to no interest of joining him: Like most things, the idea alone had frightened them to no end, and even those he could mark as loyal friends among his kind had quickly distanced themselves from any involvement whatsoever. And so after a good week of travel Pipmon found himself cold and alone as he plodded through the snow the North was conjuring all year round, the all-enveloping blanket nearly swallowing the tiny rodent. He could find solice in the fact that the beacon of hope that was Snowflake Village was within his grasp now. Just a few more.. hundred.. yards. Shouldn't take him more than an hour!
It hadn't been long since the last time they had met, so he was somewhat surprised to hear Brad was asking him for his assistance on his own journey. Nonetheless he had accepted. Not as much out of worry -Pipmon was well aware the Bearmon had plenty of allies to come back him up-, but more out of curiosity of what his goal was in the first place. Details had been vague at best, and so he couldn't deny that at least -some- level of worry was in order. Most wouldn't set foot in the treacherous Spyware Caves if it wasn't for a very good reason, and try as he might, he had a hard time convincing himself a recurring dream was on that tragically short list.
And yet here he was, going along with it. With some effort he lifted himself unto the ledge that was the platform of Snowflake Village. It was a shame to find it being one of the last remains of the place that had sheltered an entire community, and that he would never be able to experience it in its former glory. But the thought quickly passed as he shuffled forward and gave Brad on the other side of the platform a tired salute before he found himself hunched over and panting profusely. "I.. I can't believe I'm.. saying this, but for once I'm thinking the.. Chuumon are better off.. Stupid symbiotic.. relationships.."
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Post by Nik & Brad on Mar 11, 2017 16:56:42 GMT
Brad was delighted to see that his friend Pipmon had made it this far through the snow. While he might have expected more to accompany him on this journey, he didn't mind that only one of the former party had arrived here. In fact, Brad thought that would be a pleasant thing.
The Bearmon was quite curious about Pipmon as an individual. He seemed to have travelled far and wide and served as a soldier with a small squad of fellow rodent digimon. But Brad found him to be quite brave, intelligent and trustworthy.
"Hello, Pipmon" Brad said, walking over to the mouse digimon as he climbed onto the platform. He slouched down a little, resting his paws on his knees. "Are you alright? I hope you didn't walk all this way" he chuckled a bit nervously, hoping that his message to him hadn't resulted in a journey that would have made him exhausted.
In case he had in fact walked all this way, Brad pulled off his small backpack - currently filled with provisions for the trip. "Would you like a snack before we head to the mountains?" he asked. There was plenty there for the small digimon to have if he so wanted.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 14, 2017 22:20:33 GMT
Some time passed where Pipmon caught his breath, looking at the trail he had left in the snow as he did. It might not seem very impressive at first glance, but nothing was less true if you imagined the amount of time it had taken to carve the path. As a Digimon so tiny he barely could stretch himself out to reach Brad's waist, his journey was easily the equivalent of any decent sized Rookie's three times over. This was likely to change the day he became an Asaemon, but as much as he longed for it he had to accept that until then his physique was going to mock him. Oh, what he wouldn't give for that day to come.
Pipmon just stood there in silence, a crooked smile on his muzzle as he dreamt about growing beyond the size of pipsqueak. Some time passed before he realized Brad had been talking to him, and it was a miracle he could present an answer right away like he had been listening the whole time. "Can't say alright would cut it, but surprisingly well for the amount of time it took me. And I had to go by foot, because despite being so small, I still have to pay full price for any forms of public transportation. And that just won't do. But enough about that. Are you.. are you sure you want to go through with this? I know that it can be harmless to litteraly follow your dreams, but like this..?"
The Rookie rodent scratched behind his ear and absent mindedly took one of the snacks as they were offered to him. As he tore open the wrapper and took the first bite of the him-sized snack, he couldn't help but contemplate about whatever there was to come: He didn't want to seem like a coward, but how could there not be risks involved by going further north? The Spyware Caverns on its own were already a deathtrap if you couldn't navigate your way, and outside if it didn't snow you knew you were no longer on the right track. Or on the wrong track. Or anywhere it between. Point being: It always snowed! "Can you at least tell me what you know? That way I at least have something to go on and it might just make it easier for us to actually succeed. Or survive. Preferably in that order."
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Sorry for the long wait. My studies are currently taking up a lot of my time, but I hope I'll be able to make more time within the next week.
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Post by Nik & Brad on Mar 17, 2017 1:08:17 GMT
Pipmon had walked all this way? Brad made a small groan of sympathy. He felt a little bad for having compelled him to do something like that. "Oh dear, I'm sorry about that" he said. He realized that Pipmon was indeed quite small. "If you like, you could ride on my back?" he offered. Brad might be a small Bearmon, standing barely 3 and a half feet tall, but he was well rested enough to walk and carry a digimon as small as Pipmon if he accepted.
Pipmon then asked if he was sure he wanted to go through with this. "Yes, I'm sure" Brad answered, his look of sympathy turning to determination. "I can feel it in my digicore. Something is in those mountains that is linked to me. I simply must find out what it is" he turned to look at the mountains in question. "I mean, it just doesn't feel right to pretend it's not there and continue on in ignorance. You see... I've been having odd dreams lately. Dreams that seem to imply that I've forgotten something very important".
As Pipmon accepted some snacks, he asked Brad to say what he knew about this journey. "Well, it seemed to begin when I was in the South, where I saw my friend Leon's digimental. Since then, I've been having odd dreams - that of coming here to these mountains, entering the Spyware caves, and been meaning to find something, but the dream always seems to end before I see what it is. And... I seem to hear voices too. That I recognize, but... I can't remember who they are".
He hoped this made sense. "However, in regards to these dreams I have about the caves, I seem to have familiarized the way we're meant to go. However, I've also brought these" he pulled out pieces of chalk from his bag. "My plan is to mark our way so that we know where we need to go to return".
(OOC: That's alright, it happens to all of us).
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Post by Deleted on Mar 21, 2017 20:33:26 GMT
Pipmon shook his head briefly. "Don't be sorry." He squeaked, waving off the apology as if it was nothing. A blatant lie, but it wasn't like he wanted Brad to be anymore concerned than he already was. To keep the tone somewhat light he just blew a raspberry and conjured a full toothed smile before he spoke up again. "Well, you're no Sukamon, but it'll have to do. So sure, I'll take you up on your offer and get myself some rest. Thanks!" And without another word he climbed from the Bearmon's leg all the way up to his backpack and finally settled on the backwards cap, making for the best vantage point he could ask for in this situation. Not just that, but it would give him a safe place to finish eating the last chunk of the snack.
"A Digimental, eh? This Leon got deleted then, or are we talking about armor digivolution? Because either can give us a clue about what to expect. Your kind is known to live up North, yet that could still apply to nearly anything if we're talking about a link with you. But before I start spouting all kinds of theories that would bore you to deletion: What concrete evidence do we have to go on? I never even asked if there was a tamer in the picture." The rat rubbed the back on his head as he followed Brad's gaze towards the mountains, meanwhile chipping away at the pastry. While Brad was held in high regards even after such a short amount of time, Pipmon wasn't quite ready to risk his life based on emotions alone. Or perhaps it was his own brand of caring about another where he wanted to make sure they all got out there alive. Either could work.
As he continued to shut his mouth Pipmon listened patiently to the next bit of explanation. At least they had something going for them, although he wasn't sure if it was going to outweigh their disadvantages at this point. He swallowed and leaned backwards, resting his weight on his palms. "I see. If it turns out this route it actually there in reality, we might be able to make things work. But I think chalk alone won't do it. You never know if there are any leaks to wash it away while we aren't around, and a good explorer doesn't enter without at least triple checks. Still we can think about that on the way over there. If it really means that much to you, then we go. So lead the way!" He let out a hearty chuckle, right now not plagued by any regrets. And deep down inside he sincerely hoped they would remain absent.
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Post by Nik & Brad on Mar 23, 2017 2:58:45 GMT
Brad was at least happy that Pipmon was fine with riding him. It'd be a good outing for them, he thought. And he was small enough to ride on his head? Well, Brad was just as happy with that too. It only felt like he was wearing a bigger hat.
"I should say I'm not a Sukamon" he joked. "I'm substantially more comfortable, I think".
Then Pipmon asked more about this plan ahead. "Oh no, Leon didn't get deleted, he showed me his armor digivolution" he explained. "Leon's a nice Leormon by the way, and my friend. If you ever meet him, you can tell him you're my friend and he should be pleasant to you".
Bearmons did naturally come from the north, Brad supposed. That at least explained his thick double-coated fur. But what concrete evidence he had?
"Well..." the Bearmon was for a moment unsure if he indeed had anything solid. "I admit that I don't have anything that I can say is 'solid', otherwise I would've come long ago. But... perhaps the thing that gave me the most urge to come up this way was the fact that this voice in my dreams... it says words that are the first thing I can remember, if that makes any sense".
Brad looked toward the mountains, beginning to walk toward them.
"And those words? They were... 'Thank you for being here, Kuma'". Brad paused after saying that. Somehow, those words made him feel sad. And frustrated as well, because he didn't know what they meant to him.
Brad found the next idea agreeable. "Yes. If I don't find the cave recognizable in any way, then we can turn back" he said. "I'm not prepared to risk exploring if my memories turn out to be false". The Spyware mountains was definitely no place for 2 lost rookie levels.
Brad kind of agreed with Pipmon that chalk alone might not cut it. "Hmm. Perhaps we could break rocks along the way?" he suggested. Freshly shattered rock could be useful to mark the way that one came, especially if it was placed in a familiar spot on the path.
With that, Brad left the confines of the village and headed toward the mountains, humming songs taught to him by his friends over the months.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 24, 2017 10:55:52 GMT
"Believe it or not, but Sukamon are actually known to be quite comfortable if you can stomach their stench long enough to form an opinion." He chuckled lightly as the last bites of the snack disappeared behind the rodent's crooked teeth. Meanwhile he listened to what Brad had to say, not sure whether or not it was a handy trump card to be favored by a Leormon he knew next to nothing about. For feline Digimon like Gatomon and Leormon had the questionable honor to be the subject of more than just one song in the average Pipmon's repertoire. "Yeah, about that.."
To prevent the situation from getting too awkward, Pipmon latched unto the next subject as if his life depended on it. As per usual, he already had a theory at the ready, one that at least seemed to make sense in his head. "It might just be that you've already been there. Or that you already seem to know the one this voice belongs to. 'Kuma' is the Japanese word for 'bear', probably as a nickname derived from Kumamon. Much like how my younger form is called Nezumon from 'Nezumi' or 'rat'. Ehh.. sorry, I'll keep it short: I think this voice might be of someone who knows you either intimately enough to give you a nickname, or isn't familiar with the concept of Digimon and simply calls you 'Bear'. If that makes sense?"
The tiny Digimon was at least relieved to hear that Brad admitted that turning back was literally the right way to go if things didn't add up. The mountain range was a treacherous place indeed for those who couldn't stand up against the creatures who made it their home. But unlike Luminas City, which put on airs to shroud all the acting behind the scenes, at least this was going to be more straightforward: Going in with the mindset that everyone was out to get you could end up saving your hide. "Rocks might work. We'll have to see about the conditions inside the cave, but I want to make absolutely sure we don't lose our tracks to the snow. I still have too much to do in this lifetime to end up frozen solid as a warning for future explorers." He shivered at the thought.
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Post by Nik & Brad on Mar 27, 2017 8:30:26 GMT
"Hmm..." Brad mused on that subject. "I suppose... Sukamon can't all be bad, right?". Something that few digimon would want to become. Even the proudest rookie level could one day screw up somehow and evolve into that... thing. Perhaps revulsion shouldn't be Brad's first reaction to them? He would keep his mind open in that regard.
As they walked, he considered Pipmon's words. "Yeah... that sounds like it makes sense" he agreed. He could have been named 'Kuma' once, but... he simply couldn't remember. The next part, that it may have been spoken by someone intimate, however, made Brad feel a little more sad. Had there been someone special to him that he had forgotten?
"In that case... it only makes me want to go to the mountains even more" Brad said. "If there's someone special to me that I've forgotten... I simply must go and find out what I can about them".
Brad meanwhile had the part about them not losing their tracks in the snow covered. "That's okay. I brought this with us" he said, reaching into his bag and pulling out a small pocket compass. North was pointed directly ahead of them. "Even if we lose our tracks in the wind, we can find our way back to Snowflake Village". All they would need to do is go south until they hit the Trailmon track. "Oh yes, and... once we get back, I promise that I'll buy you a ticket for the Trailmon" he said. He definitely did not want his friend to walk all the way back.
The wind grew somehow a little chillier as they approached the mountains. Great snow-covered monoliths of granite, limestone and dolomite stood in front of them.
Over time, it was said, the caves had gradually been carved out of the less solid rocks through the motions of ice and water. That combined with data fluctuations from the digital world had formed the caves that stretched before them.
At least that was the natural theory. Perhaps an ancient kingdom had once been carved in the mountains by a lost colony of digimon? Perhaps there wasn't a real way to know.
As Brad approached, a distinct feeling of deja vu rose up his back. "This place... I remember it" he said. He saw landmarks - a pile of giant boulders at the bottom of an ancient glacier; a frozen waterfall; rusted and rotten remnants of what looked like a mining cart track half-buried in the snow below. "It must have been memories then, not fantasy" he remarked as he realized the origin of his dreams.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 28, 2017 8:29:10 GMT
Pipmon crossed his arms across his chest in an attempt to stay warm, the tattered tunic he wore providing little to no cover at all from the elements. Brad no doubt had a point about meeting up with someone close if they had forgotten all about them. However as the tiny rodent was cynical by nature, he was well aware that someone might have forgotten things for a very good reason. This he did not share with the Bearmon in order to preserve the hope somewhat. "Thanks for the offer, but lets not make any plans before we actually make it back there. Then I'll gladly accept." As he spoke he had climbed down and started to rummage through Brad's backpack until he had found what he was looking for: A can of fruit in heavy syrup. "There! That surely will at least bring us a step closer to that goal. Metal cans are perfect vessels to store a compass in if you want to shield it from electromagnetic waves. That will be our second failsafe." He beamed as if he hadn't just ruined a potentially heartwarming moment with technobabble.
Eyes were just barely confined to their sockets at the duo passed through the cavern system, at least in Pipmon's case. If he hadn't feared for immediate danger and the prospect of getting lost, surely he would have taken his time to explore at his heart's content. Sadly it wasn't so, and as he let out a sad moan he once more focused at the path ahead of them. With the exception of a half dozen of Penguinmon overlooking them up on a frozen ridge there were very few signs of actual life nearby, and Pipmon might have wondered more about this if it hadn't been for Brad suddenly realizing out loud that the place was indeed familiar to him. He quickly took in everything there was to see on the site. Once he was done, the rat Digimon hopped down from his companion's hat -with the thick layer of snow something which he immediately regretted- and made his way over to the supposed mining cart track. "Well then, looks like we've got plenty to go on, all be it buried somewhere in the snow. The most logical step would be to follow the path of your dreams. And lets forget I just said that out loud." He muttered something below his breath shortly before he literally started digging through the snow, hoping to uncover the tracks and as much else as possible. Given his size, there would be a good chance he was frozen to deletion by the time he was halfway. Once that realization dawned on him, he just sat down and waited for Brad to finish his explanation, the beet red blush across his muzzle standing in stark contrast to the eternally virgin snow. "Ehh.. proceed."
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Post by Nik & Brad on Mar 30, 2017 11:03:08 GMT
"Hehe, yeah, of course" Brad said, supposing that it would be the case that they should make plans for their successful return once they had succeeded at their journey. "Also, Pipmon..." he said, supposing to say something on his mind. "Thank you very much for coming with me. I know I don't have much to go on, but, it means a lot to me that you're staying by me, even if the evidence I have for this journey isn't that much".
So far Brad had counted few as his true friends. That Pipmon was okay with coming with him to a desolate frozen place, it meant a lot to him. He grinned at the thought of what they had been through so far. Their adventures in the Empyrian Skies and now this. A friendship bonded with ice and light? Heh, that'd certainly be on the shortlist of the story Brad might write about if they came through this.
He halted as Pipmon rummaged in his bag for a moment, then revealed an interesting fact that the compass would be best stored in a can, in case electromagnetic disruption occurred. "Heh. I see. You're very clever, Pipmon, thanks" Brad said.
As they approached the mountains, Brad glanced up at the Penmons watching them. Thankfully they didn't seem to be hostile, just curious. Brad then looked to Pipmon and smiled at his words.
"Yes, I understand that it's a bit of a flimsy premise" he admitted. "But, so far, from my eyes, it seems to be more forgotten memory than fantasy".
With that, Brad began to follow the long forgotten mining tracks into the Spyware Caverns, wondering what they would encounter next. As he proceeded, the feeling of familiarity still lingered. In fact, when he reached what seemed to be a small, decrepit turntable in the icy ground, he seemed to recall another memory.
This one was a sense of excitement. That here he was at the entrance of a treasure cave, his friend sharing a sense of coming across something amazing. A memory he had only experienced in his dreams so far, but, seeing this place with his own eyes, it dawned on Brad that they seemed to be very much homing in on their prize.
"Alright... I think this place is familiar enough" the Bearmon said to Pipmon. He felt sympathy for the little mouse digimon trudging through the snow, but, he didn't want to coddle the soldier digimon to make him feel lesser of himself. "I remember this way being the way we went next" he said, looking to the passage to the west.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 2, 2017 9:50:16 GMT
Pipmon waved away all the compliments and thanks from Brad, a smile playing on his muzzle. "Don't worry about it too much. I can see you make humans and Digimon alike happy, and they would without question be sad if you didn't return." The rodent Digimon briefly stared at the snow before he continued, this time looking as if he couldn't produce a smile if his life was depending on it. There was probably a lot he could talk about if he wanted, a lot he had already seen in his life -and perhaps previous lives-, but most of it stayed locked behind his lips for the time being. "As for being clever.. it is just a simple case of the strong -literally- devouring the weak. Pipmon are not much to look at for our physical prowess until we digivolve, at which point most turn to savagery instead." The chuckle that followed was far darker compared to his earlier ones, making his opinion on the subject clear enough. At this point it would take a sharp sense of hearing to pick up the metallic humming produced by the miniscule holy ring attached to his big toe.
By the time a good few square yards of snow were removed from the tracks he seemed to have calmed down somewhat. At this point it was mostly busy work for him in order to clear his mind, and with a bow of his head he apologized for the time he had wasted. It was then that he turned towards the passage Brad mentioned. He trusted the Bearmon's judgement on this one, for if he hadn't there had been no point in tagging along on this journey in the first place. "The way we went next? As in..?" His eyebrow perked as he looked up. Well aware that the subject wasn't easy for his companion to talk about, Pipmon tried his very hardest to make the question seem casual enough. But while he knew it was just a small bit of information, as sharp as he was there was no denying that it could actually mean a great deal. More details seemed to dawn on Brad at this point, so they might as well take advantage of that and secure their own safety if only a bit more. "Would there be something else than can help us from here on out? Like any idea what we're here to find? Or whom, for that matter."
They were likely unaware at this point the Penmons were following them in their wake, their synchonized waddling looking as if it were part of a comical act. It wasn't often that they had any visitors, and less so when they looked as out of place as the duo right in front of them. From time to time those in the back of the line tried to catch a glance while the others seemed like they could only barely hold in their laughter. They were actually excited, to the point where this might be their equivalent to striking gold, and it mattered little to them that this might seem somewhat silly. As Brad and Pipmon headed for the passage and deeper into the cavern system, they were quick to follow. Perhaps they were here to find the treasure stowed away inside the bowels of the Spyware Caves?
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Well, they all knew it wasn't going to be as easy as they might think.
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Post by Nik & Brad on Apr 4, 2017 13:36:13 GMT
Brad blushed a little at Pipmon's kind words. He realized that deep down, he may have many more friends than he first thought.
His next words seemed a little more unusual though. While it was true that the strong did devour the weak (a practise that Brad dearly wanted to fight and prevent all he could), he wasn't sure what Pipmon mean when he said that the small rodent digimon resorted to savagery in later forms.
"Savagery?" the Bearmon repeated, dusting the snow off his red t-shirt. "What do you mean by that?" he tilted his head a little curiously, hoping that Pipmon's answer wouldn't be too disturbing. His ears twitched as he heard a metallic ringing from somewhere, but, Brad didn't pay attention to it enough to remark on it, thinking it was just a sound of the wind.
As they entered the cave, Brad blinked as Pipmon repeated his own words with an emphasis on 'we'. "Oh..." Brad was suddenly uncomfortable. "I apologize, but... I have no idea why I said that". The words had simply spilled out of his mouth somehow. But... as he thought of them, were they false, or were they true? Could they be true?
Brad clutched at his head for a moment, closing his eyes with a frown. Not out of pain, but out of frustration. He absolutely knew there was something there in his mind - a memory, but, he simply could not access it.
Then, as Brad turned to Pipmon to apologize and say that he had nothing, a glimpse of a memory shot past his vision. A yellow digimon, with kind red eyes, a long pointed horn, and light blue fur draped over his back.
"A... Gabumon" Brad said quietly. "I think the 'we' was myself, and a Gabumon".
Could this be the friend that had accompanied Brad here last time, if these memories were true? Brad gave a quiet snarl of frustration again as he tried to remember more about the Gabumon, but, nothing came to him. He was so occupied by this that he didn't notice the Penmons following them.
"Well..." Brad sighed, marking an arrow on the wall with chalk. "I don't think we can do much other than continue while things still seem familiar".
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Post by Deleted on Apr 6, 2017 20:37:39 GMT
They would trudge through the snow with no acknowledgement from Pipmon that he had even as much as registered the question. By now the ringing had ceased and all they were left with was the sound of the actual wind howling far above their heads. "By that I.." When he finally did adress it, his words were slow and laced with reluctance. Yet even with the most carefully picked words it seemed like the topic wasn't worthy of too many stained words. "Think of it as an Agumon having to accept that SkullGreymon was certainly going to be a stage they had to experience in their future." His twisted features expressed the terror the concept inflicted upon him, how utterly mortified it left him that such a fate was inevitable. But by the time Brad might want to investigate on whether or not this was actually the case, Pipmon had already thrown up his outer defences, making it undoubtably clear that he had no intention to say anything else regarding the subject. At least not for the time being.
For a good few minutes Pipmon kept quiet, his gaze kept low and showing all the signs that he was once again lost in his thoughts. Perhaps it was one of the things he was going to miss most when the day came he was to be a slavering monstrosity? All with all he wasn't much in terms of company until words of a Gabumon reached him. Again not an unusual Digimon to find up North, he thought briefly. While it didn't tell them as much as he might have hoped, the rodent gave a quick nod and made sure to keep up with Brad's pace. There would without a doubt be at least some details waiting for them once they had reached their goal, but for the time being he had to agree that there wasn't much to go on other than what seemed familiar to the Bearmon. Had he been aware of the Penmons still waddling at a safe distance behind them, he might not have had the second thoughts which slowly crept up on him.
But the flightless avian Digimon, while not the brightest lights in the dark, had at least the common sense not to get too close to a potential predator like Brad. Not that they were defenseless, far from that even! They could easily get the upper hand in numbers and home turf advantage. It just seemed to make sense to their programming somehow, only it remained a mystery to them why that was the case. Who knows, perhaps if they kept on following both the Bearmon and Pipmon they would get answers? This realization seemed to dawn on the group all at once, which in turn made it hard for them not to burst out in lively squawking and thus drawing attention to themselves. A beam on each beak, the Penmons quickly hurried to catch back up to wherever this little expedition would take them.
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Post by Nik & Brad on Apr 9, 2017 14:14:39 GMT
Brad saw that Pipmon seemed very uncomfortable about answering his question. While the Bearmon wanted to assure him that he trusted in him enough that he wouldn't become a horrible savage monster when he evolved, well, that wasn't something he could promise. He didn't know what would happen, in reality.
And then there was the fact that dwelling on what could be a horrible future out here in the snowfields probably wasn't a good course of action. The thing to think about out here was the thought of warm cabins with hot food and drink at hand. Not losing control.
"Well, we'll see what happens when the time comes" was all he said further on the matter.
When they were in the cavern, leading the way, Brad was sure to shatter some stones with his Rail Crusher technique - careful not to damage the integrity of the walls, just enough to break some rocks and show that they had been here.
They continued onward until Brad saw the first choice they would have to make. There was a fork in the path ahead. According to his compass (which he stored in a tin), one led North and the other led southwest. The Bearmon looked between the entrances until he noticed something.
There, on the wall. It was worn and old, but, he saw a white marking on the grey stone. An arrow, leading to the North cave.
"Ah, yes, I remember this" he said, seeing it was familiar. "Gabumon and I... we followed the arrows" he looked up the path. He then looked at Pipmon. "Do you think that seems right?" he asked the tiny soldier, hoping he'd share his opinion on the way to go.
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