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To most men the idea of large, white desert with mysterious crystals several times your size that seemed to bore into your mind with a psychic (but possibly non-existent) power would either be A. a threatening location one would avoid at any cost or B. a quick and easy way for someone to act like Steve-O and Weeman for some quick internet dollars. Normally, Yaku would be in category one but his job demanded him to face his fears like a man. The man entered the desert in a suit and tie, his toupee slicked back and his glasses newly repaired. He carried a notebook, several canteens filled with water, binoculars, and his repaired briefcase. He looked like a proper g-man now, and felt like it too.
If his legs would stop shaking, he'd probably have walked right over to the mysterious crystals and worked on writing on their effects on all the equipment he'd packed. Yep, he'd definitely look at all this spooky, creepy, pale white environment that totally did not remind him of the tall, terrifying woman he met in the freezing wastelands. It totally didn't remind him of being knocked out, drug into the Dark Area against his will, and being treated like a toy by a terrifying demon woman who wanted to have his children, despite his protests.
As he stared out into the wastes, the rest of him began shaking as well. He really, really wished he had a digimon partner. He began writing about his surroundings, trying to avoid a mental breakdown.
After having spent some time exploring the city of Terminus (as well as his frankly bizarre looking underground ruins), the not quite dynamic duo of Carlos and Dio had decided to leave the safety of the city and begin actually exploring the vast reaches of the Digital World. Now how exactly they had managed to go the completely opposite way that kid Collin had specifically told them to avoid? Why obviously, because the duo had a really poor sense of direction. That and no compass, else it would have been fairly easy to follow such a simple instruction as “Don’t go North or West.”
That said, having wandered into the far North for a while now was proving to be a pretty calm time, Carlos in particular enjoying the quiet and calm of this white desert compared to the noisy city. Dio on the other hand felt he was slowly going insane. Not so much for the heat and lack of good places to rest to shield themselves from the sun…well, it was because of that actually, but mostly because Carlos had been whistling the same exact tune for what felt like an eternity. “Would you stop that infernal noise already?” The very annoyed imp snapped, nothing but pure irritation in his tone.
“Dude be more respectful to this “infernal noise": it’s Lawrence from Arabia. Besides when else am I supposed to whistle this song but on a desert?” Granted it wasn’t that kind of desert but it was close enough.
“I don’t care what it is, it’s annoying! Cut it out.”
“Maybe if you could actually hold a conversation I wouldn’t be whistling to keep me entertained.” He would have kept whistling but upon noticing the way Dio’s hands were starting to glow with fire he figured it was in his best interest to just stop. "You make a fantastic point. I'll stop now." He dryly replied, the imp simply nodding as a response as the fire on his hands died out.
Trying to find a better way to keep himself busy, he focused on taking in the alien but hauntingly beautiful scenery, when he noticed another figure in the distance. A human figure…well, granted it could either be a human, or a very human looking digimon. Both seemed just as likely. Regardless, he figured it was probably a good idea to approach it.
It took a few moments of writing but Yaku eventually calmed down. There was nothing here, nobody would hurt him, and he'd be perfectly fine. He took a step or two until he heard whistling, he turned around, looking for the source and found some guy and his impmon? His legs stopped shaking now that his head was consciously focused on something else. A boy and an impmon, out in the middle of the desert. They certainly didn't dress like they were supposed to be here, but Yaku probably couldn't judge in that regard. The boy began to approach him, at which point the man picked up his briefcase and waved to see if he was friendly or not. If nothing else, his fake arm would pack a wallop if they weren't.
"Hello." He smiled, bowing as the boy approached. "It's a pleasure to meet you, my name is Yaku. Are you from around here?" Boy did he hope so, that could save him a lot of issues with researching these crystals. If that impmon was actually a MarineDevimon he could cut this whole trip short and interview them instead. Wouldn't that be a treat?