Every Train Leads to Rome [Carrie/Open?]

"Aaaah..." The vulpine beast let out in a pleased sigh, her paws resting on her small tummy as she gazed out of the speedy Trailmon's window to enjoy the view. As much as flying with Vertigo or by herself was an amazing experience, it had been serenity and solitary tranquility Cion desired after many strenuous mission for PROFIT. Not that her life was not one of luxury, especially when considering what Colin's Blimpmon had to offer, but it were often the little things that she enjoyed more, such as a couple of day of hiking and savoring nature. Not needing anything else but a black backpack... it had been a pleasant short venture, yet it was time to return home.

Wait, what was this bumping sound? With the silver fennec's ears peaking, she noted that the living means of transportation had abruptly stopped in its tracks. Listening to the announcement, minor frustration crept into her spirit, for she had anticipated the plain fare she intended to cook for herself and those dearly beloved who were present. Now everyone had to wait longer to relish her culinary art, which of course was a great shame indeed. However, it seemed there was not a lot she could do about it, for she was not a train engineer.

Leaving the Trailmon just like all the other users, though there were really not lots of them, Cion tilted her head upwards to behold the radiant, sunny sky. Such wonderful weather, comfortable temperatures of around 20°C, and the passengers were stuck in this swamp-esque outback. The sentient, diminutive fox could always merely fly way if she desired so, but unfortunately she did not really feel like it. Sighing, she lolloped past the crowd awaiting the arrival of a new Trailmon, eventually spotting the only human present.

"Excuse me, miss?" She requested the pretty, young woman's attention, looking upwards for the pretty lady was almost two and a half times as big as her. Straightening her short, green scarf which resided on her fluffy, white pelt around her neck, the adorable beast kept her tail from swaying too much, since it was often with grace that she carried herself. The sole exception was when she was among treasured companions - among which she relaxed and showed her... coltish side. "Do you happen to have a clock on you? If yes, would you kindly tell me what time it is?" She asked, her voice akin to a childlike girl with similar ardor.

Well... at the very least Amelie knew she wasn't alone at being somewhat unhappy at the moment; she could hear some of the groans coming from a nearby group of digimons, and was sure that at least some more would follow soon enough.

Yet, remaining glum for a situation that would be solved eventually wouldn't make things better, and even if this looked like a swamp of sorts, at least there weren't any mosquitoes in the Digital World. That much was a pretty big relief; now she just had to keep thinking positively.

Eventually, her thoughts would be interrupted by the words of a small vulpine digimon. Pretty cute, if she could say. "The time? Give me a second..." She went through the motions of getting her D-Terminal out and checking the time. Huh, it was still pretty early. "It's... three PM. Hope the delay isn't throwing a wrench in your plans. A bit of a bummer."

The conversation didn't go for long for long, though! Soon enough, an old friendly acquaintance of hers made its appearance. "Hey, Catherine!" Amelie waved at her amicably, not having expected to find her in this place, of all things. But, considering how their last outing went, it wasn't all that weird! "How've you been? Hopefully well... at least when not taking into account what just happened."

"It's good to see you again Amelie!" She hugged her companion. "I've been busy with classes and my parents want me to look for a job and gotsumon's been antsy so..." She let go and backed up. "Sorry, didn't mean to get so forward..." She bowed. "It's just been a little while... Who's this?" She turned to look at the fluffy wolf... ferret... cat... thing. She bowed again and introduced herself. "Hello, I'm Carrie." One of her eyes began to glow yellow as gotsumon "woke up" and looked around as Carrie stood up straight once more.

"Huh? Wha-?" Gotsumon's voice yawned and took some control of Carrie's body to itch herself in a rather... unfeminine manner. "What's up?"
Carrie frowned then turned to the digimon. "Sorry about that, that's just Gotsumon... she uh... tends to take over from time to time." She explained to the both of them.

With a plastic bag of beef jerky at hand, Cion put her black backpack on and intended to formulate a plan on how to return to Terminus in due time. However, to her surprise, those two strangers she had encountered mere moments ago had displayed more interest into her. Charmed by such courtesy, the silver fennec turned to them with her trademark rapt smile and an unwound yet graceful stance. Bowing to Carrie as well, a sense of great fortune filled her soul with glee as she addressed both young maidens. "Pleased to meet the two of you, Amelie and Carrie. I'm Cion."

As always, the tiny sentinel uttered these words without any hesitation, her bestial side showing itself in her nearly unbreakable sense of joy and zest for life. Still she got briefly bamboozled by a spirit within the black-haired which took over for a few seconds, but out of comity she did not press the matter further. "No harms done." She purposefully downplayed the severity of the situation at hand. After all, she did not comprehend the influence of a ghost assuming direct control over a wielder, but it at least appeared to be in mutual good faith.

As for Amy, the small fox obviously held no grudge for something as unimportant as those who were strangers to each other not properly introducing themselves. "No trouble whatsoever. I myself didn't want to be in the way of your reunion." Cion explained calmly, motioning his body back and worth since she was nonetheless eager to get a move on. Didn't want to leave little Logan hungry! Speaking of which, she stretched out her arm to offer her new friends some of her food. "Beef jerky anyone?"

This wasn't the most usual way of meeting new beings, but then again... everything was done the usual way when it came to Catherine. In any case, Cion seemed to be a pretty pleasant individual, and somebody Amelie was glad to know. Who knew, maybe there was a new friend in front of her and they just hadn't realized!

"Oh, no. You weren't bothering, at all!" The brunette added, pretty sure the fox-like digimon had been the most pleasant digimon she had faced in... a pretty long time. Maybe since Rinji, actually! "Running into an old friend shouldn't dismiss the possibility of making a new one, don't you think? That'd be a shame, in my opinion." Her thoughts were confirmed right away; Cion invited them some food, the teenager graciously accepting some of the spicy strips and immediately munching on one.

Once finished with the first, she smiled. "They are pretty good! Where did you get them? I know for sure I need to pack better while traveling through this place. One never knows what might happen."

For example, a spirit could take hold of her friend's body, showing her annoying and mostly pointless side right away. "Hey there Gotsumon. Long time no see." Yup, and simple greeting, and probably not much else; if anything, she didn't support the digimon snatching Catherine's body when she pleased. "Been pretty well. How about you? Have you been nice to Catherine as of late?"

She probably knew the answer to that question, and decided to remain silent as the spirit complained about... what sounded like inane stuff in her mind. Cion would probably have a hard time not realizing Amy wasn't a fan of Gotsumon.

"Eh, fine, fine... wish she'd just quit school though." Gotsumon moaned. "I can't take another two years of equations and mixtures and oh my gosh, should I move into the dorm or will my parents get mad at me for doing that? and uuuuugh... at least she promised to take me to the Training Grounds on the weekends from now on... speaking of which, we're running late." Gotsumon began walking away from the two. "Come on, maybe I'll let you two fight me when we get there."

[Wait, maybe we should just wait for the trailmon, we've never been around here before...] Carrie's voice mumbled in her head.
"Pfft, it's a swamp. What on earth could be more dangerous than me?" She asked, to an outsider this would appear to be just her talking to herself.
[Aren't there snakes and gator digimon?] Carrie asked.
"Probably, but I just need to swipe and we'll be made of rocks and invulnerable."
[That's not what invulnerable means...]

"You two coming or what? I'd appreciate fluffy tagging along if he keeps the food coming." Gotsumon ignored Carrie.
[We could get hurt!]
"You'll get hurt... I can digivolve right now if you're really THAT worried."
"Do that and I have no control!" Carrie said, her feet stopping and turning around. Her eyes were back to normal and she re-approached Amelie, she looked exhausted. "I don't think I can take Gotsumon much longer, Amelie. This is gonna reach a boiling point unless we do something. I can't even talk about her without her butting in. Why am I the spirit of metal!?" She looked ready to cry now. She turned to Cion. "Sorry you had to meet me like this..."

"No problem." Cion calmly responded to Amelie, always happy to help a new acquaintance with such trivial matters. However, the same ease of mind did not persist upon seeing whatever in the digital world was going on with Carrie and her spirit. It was clear that they were struggling for control, yet it was in thus bizarrely comical way that left the silver fennec utterly bewildered. Quitting school - trash talking - training grounds - internal dialogues.. and then an apology when the girl overpowered the Gotsumon again.

"Uuuuuh..." Was all the otherwise often graceful and verbose digimon managed to utter. With her ears arched, eyes widened, a single eyebrow raised towards the sky and her muzzle's jaw figuratively fusing with the solid earth beneath their feet, bafflement enshrouding any sympathy and understanding. She was neither angry nor sad due to this charade, just... confused. Scratching her furry chin, the Arniomon simply did not know what to say in response to what she had beheld. It was not her desire to belittle the young woman or display contumely, but her brain was unable to process this outlandish occurrence.

Thankfully, Amy stepped in and facing the self-confident lady eye to eye sufficed to pull Cion back into reality. Shaking her head, the tiny fox listened quietly and in the end nodded, saddened as well by the fact that their delightful banter had been cut short by someone rather impudent. "Aye. I get it, and yes it's a pity." She stated in whispers, watching as the fair maiden got on her feet to properly attend her established friend.

Uncertain if they were leaving for the one bearing an unstable specter was indecisive herself, the restrained ascendant put her bag of beef jerky into her backpack and sighed. So much for getting to meet new acquaintances. Disappointing, that such was life at times. Pulling quite a fancy, black smartphone out of her rucksack, she silently utilized it in a way that appeared to be writing messages.