Doctor's Orders [Cas/Mikemon] Apr 12, 2018 23:36:28 GMT
Post by Dr. Mikemon on Apr 12, 2018 23:36:28 GMT
Honestly, it was a little heartwarming to see such a new tamer in the Digital World. Despite knowing next-to-nothing about the world she was standing in, she still managed to keep up a good face, a strong point of support for her two bladed partners. Giving a slight smirk as the two held concern for their tamer, the Mikemon gave a chuckle:
"Heh, you have your own knightly guards there."
The cat gave a blink as Cassandra introduced herself. A Doctor out here, of all things? What were the odds: "That so? I'm Doctor Mikemon - 'Doc' or 'Mikemon' works." He gave a half-nod himself towards the three - and as Cassandra mentioned that she was lost, the cat gave a sigh. "Well, I guess that stuff happens... we'll get back to the camp, and from there I'll be able to point you in the direction of the nearest Trailmon station." He seemed confident enough that he wasn't lost - and as for Cassandra's offer, he gave a nod.
"That would be appreciated. I don't have any sort of mirror to work with to try and handle it myself, and I'd hate for it to not line up evenly." Indeed, the wound wasn't comfortable, but he didn't seem concerned with the damage. Without further adieu, Mikemon would lead the way...
... And, about a good six or seven minutes later, the group would finally make their way into a clearing, to perhaps a more 'specialized' camp than one would have expected for simply pitching up a spot in the woods. Of course, there was still a tent set up, and a small circle set up for a campfire, but there were two other points of interest. First, in the center of this clearing was what looked to be a cabin, its sole ventilation window revealing a rather dark, dreary inside. Second, off to the left looked to be a fee-standing metal 'container', pulled slightly off the ground. Smoke billowed out from underneath, suggesting a low-burning fire. Just what was the point of that?
The cat didn't leave that up to suspense: pulling the bag off of his shoulder, he set it down against a standing log, before pulling out a tightly bound plastic bag - inside were a number of insidious-looking white, fibrous mushrooms.
"These things," the cat growled, "have been the bane of my existence over this last week." Without even taking a moment to settle in, the cat stepped up to the 'furnace', opening a hatch at the side. "'Nocturne Whitecap'. Its supposed to be a greenhouse only plant in our world, used in controlled setting for medicine, but someone thought it was a good idea to try and plant it out here. And now whenever an insect or virus type breathes in its spores," the cat shoved the mushrooms through the opening, bag and all, before sealing it off again, "well, they end up like that Digmon. Worse yet, these mushrooms are proving to be quite successful growing out in these woods. Only got six months or so before the problem's too big to deal with."
The cat blinked at that point, realizing that he was venting - and it was far too late to catch himself for being a bad host! "Er. Sorry. Make yourselves at 'home', just don't mess with this or the cabin. Cas, I'm sure you're full of questions at this point..."