Metal Drive [Mission] Aug 26, 2017 21:14:59 GMT
Post by darkblade on Aug 26, 2017 21:14:59 GMT
"Oh my... I really hope they get here soon..."
A sigh filled the air, breaking the peace of this otherwise quiet morning. Despite the severity of the words in the mission postings in Terminus and Whitewater - a 'metal menace', hostages being taken, a dramatic cry for help hidden away in an unlikely place - well, the tone of the area just seemed too calm and serene. Just at the edge of the Server Woods, one could look up to see crystal-clear skies, emerald leaves floating in the lightest of breezes. Only the sounds of insects and the occasional bird managed to break through the air.
Despite this, though, Witchmon managed to keep quite a concerned look on her face. Sitting on her broom, she rested her hands on the handle, fingers tapping as she waited. Just across from this face of concerned impatience, though, was a Digimon who had much less invested in this, the promised 'field medic' for this mission, a Dracmon. He leaned back against a tree, arms crossed and palms closed, idly tapping his heel against the bark of the tree.
"Tch. Dragging me out for something like this... couldn't you have just gotten an angel or something?"
"Well, I said 'field medic', but considering our supposed roster..." The Witchmon shrugged. "We'd be wasting our resources on more of that. Let's just say we need someone of your 'unique' charm on this."
"Whatever." The rookie gave a shrug, before giving a glance at his left palm, the green eye giving a twitch. "And it looks like they're just coming around now."
"That so?" The Witchmon stepped off her broom, plucking it up in her hand, resting it on her shoulder. "Great, then get yourself ready!"
"Right, right..." He stood up, stretching out his arms in a yawn. He took a glance up, giving a nod towards that clear sky.
Good, good, just stay that way. Gonna be a lot trickier if the wind kicks up again!