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Yuki and Mizu listened intently. Appears someone has fallen in with the wrong crowd, and now regrets doing so. It was a tragedy, but there being regret immediately softened Mizu's expression, Yuki knew well how much her partner hated remorseless evil people. And the effects of the chip? Supposedly a substitute for loading a Digimon, with various nasty side effects. Most definitely something that must no longer be distributed. Though the not being sure about what its made of exactly gave Yuki an idea... "...M-m-m-miss Peacock, if you have any more chips, o-o-our chief scientist is extremely good with data-based research...m-m-m-maybe she can shed some light on these chips...and maybe sh-sh-she can help with developing a rehab therapy..." Mizu was proud of her Tamer. She managed to voice this idea without her help! For her part, she just wanted to bash in the heads of some drug pushers. She could hardly wait!
Though not necessarily surprised to learn that Toki and Kan were acquainted with each other, it was a delightful revelation regardless. She considered both friends important to her for varying reasons, making the fact that they would get along as a trio all the more pleasant. Certainly, with the three of them working together, there was hardly an obstacle they could not overcome, especially when considering that she and the lupiform man had already achieved the pinnacle of their individual potential. However, she had no doubts that Mr. Akiyama with his unyielding fervor was destined to accomplish the same.
And he definitely had the correct mindset in her point of view, giving him a firm yet approving nod. "Don't show such uncertainty dear; it's unbecoming. Believe me, there is no reason to be doubtful of yourself." Cion kindly assured the lad that if it was not his strength then his cunning and vim sufficed. Heck, even if the only thing the young adult provided as moral support she gladly took it, for having something one is attached to to fight for is an immeasurable incitation. Naturally, she did not think that was the case, but her spirit was ready for any possibility and consideration.
But in the end, her friend was right - everyone of the group was an ally under a common impetus, which was to thwart a dangerous alchemist.
Listening to Peakcock's explanations, the restrained Arniomon accepted that the answer they received were not truly satisfying. A client in hiding that used to belong to the villains who wishes to atone for past transgressions - a large operation that required their immediate intervention - a meeting in due time that was, speaking from experience, guaranteed to go south - and a sample of the hazardous substance they had been commissioned to destroy. "Could be a miniature dark spire with these detrimental effects..."
Although her words were hushed, there was a graveness to them that few people experienced coming from someone as outwardly serene as the silver fennec. After all, what she beheld might as well have been a manifestation of the very aspects that embodied her weltschmerz. An item that caused subjection, physical and mental deterioration... oh how odious it was. The infinite passion she felt in her quest to forver annihilate these kinds of things radiated in her usually black eyes; the faint, aureate aura of her unleashed form faintly blazing inside for a couple of seconds.
Alas, this was neither the adequate place nor time to let her often calm temper guider her actions. Sighing as to regain her composure, Cion folded her hands as she sat on top of Uric's lap, enjoying the cozy presence of a treasured companion and comrade. And despite quietly supporting Yuki's suggestion and barely comprehending the things Mikemon was referencing, she agreed with the feline doctor. "Indeed. How do you expect us to proceed from here on?"
Toki smiled softly at the encouragement "Right...I'll try my best to keep myself confident. I can do this..." he said and nodded to himself. He listened carefully to Peacock's explanation and chimed in "The way I see it there are two endings to this part of the plan alone. It's either a trap, intentionally or not by our contact, or it will go smoothly. I dearly hope it's the latter, or at the very least, they didn't intend for it to go that way. I wish to believe in their desire to make up for what they have done."
His spirit also chimed in "I agree. Always be on guard, but always be willing to extend a hand of friendship. One never knows when that will be the difference between a positive and negative outcome."
He smiled slightly at his spirit's agreement. He listened to both Peacock's explanation and Dr. Mikemon's theory "Though...the effects of these chips is just...wrong. And I also have a horrifying theory on how these things are made." he said with a slight shiver. "If they're supposed to have the same effect of loading a Digimon, something I don't approve of to begin with under normal circumstances...what if these chips are made from corrupted data from Digimon? Dr. Mikemon has a similar idea, but this...this outcome seems worse. I hope I'm wrong. Let me be wrong."
He looked over at Yukiko as she spoke up "Sounds like you have some amazing friends if there's even the slightest chance of them being able to help those affected by this stuff. I'm sure everyone here is thankful to you for bringing it to attention." he said with a warm smile.
Whatever happened though, he had to be prepared. He knew for a fact that they would probably have to fight to put an end to this. A curious thought ran through his head. If they tried to weaponize these chips against them, would he be able to avoid the effects if he just reverted back to his human state? It was worth considering, if worst comes to worst. Though he promised people that he wouldn't throw himself in such harm's way unnecessarily. He sighed and shook his head before he waited for the next step.
Post by Haru Toriya and Tawna on Jul 25, 2018 19:21:48 GMT
Sea of Blood... Dark Spires... melting pots of corrupted data. Peacock actuallly felt nauseous imagining any of these factors having a hand in this garbage. Their face grew more serious as they heard some of the theories being tossed around about the Ambrosia chips, their more cheerful facade fading as they gave a dejective sigh. "I feel disgusted that such possibilities are even able to be seriously suggested, but we can't deny any of these possibilities. Personally though, I can't help but feel Sea of Blood data is too costly and out-of-the-way to be an active ingredient... and I have no knowledge on what the Dark Spires you mention consist of component-wise. Unfortunately, I feel whatever these things are made of is harvested a bit closer to home..." she spoke, a bit of venom in her tone describing her opinions on what the chips were made out of, only briefly calming down as Yukiko suggested innocently the possibility of perhaps helping to create a treatment to counteract the effects.
Such innocence... Peacock admired that honestly. The Mega level's look on their face softened as she stepped towards Yukiko, dropping the chip into the girl's hands. "I wish it was that easy dear, but most all of the cases I've been seeing have been quick to prove fatal or... well, requiring a mercy kill. At a glance, very quick medical assistance would be needed for a regular dose... so you can understand why I want to try and tackle this problem at the roots... but I will not stop you if your friend wants to try and help later." they gently spoke, an appreciative tone to their voice as the goddess Digimon took a step back as she gazed at the Arniomon. "I propose us splitting up. One group will come with me to one of the settlements down here, as there is a Digimon I want to talk to who might be able to offer some insight on all of this... an old Puppetmon specifically. One second dears."
Peacock briefly paused as she dug into their Infini-Store, pulling out a communicator device of some kind materializing in her hand. Briefly clicking a few buttons, a hologram of a MetallifeKuwagamon briefly appearing... The insect humanoid seemingly caught off-guard by the Junomon's presence. "Hmm? Peacock? That you? Did you find some new customers for me?" they asked, a slight inflection when saying the word customers.
"Sure did dear. I'll send them your way. Did you get anything good?" Peacock seemed to cheer up seeing the insectoid Digimon, it clear from the tone in their voice that this was a longtime acquaintance of theirs.
The MetallifeKuwagamon seemed to chuckle slightly, even meekly smiling as they briefly scratched the back of their head. "Heh... Yup, sure did. Wasn't easy either, but I got some good dirt on this. Send them my way soon as you can." he spoke, the sound of a doorbell able to be heard, he for a moment flinching. "Oh, uhh... guess gotta get going. Probably just some other customers... Be safe Peacock." the Ultimate level quickly spoke before the hologram faded away.
As she pocketed the device away, Peacock turned back to you all. "... and thats who the second group will be meeting. It sounds like Goldie got some more details on where this stuff is being made, so I need you all to meet him privately." she softly spoke before palming her hands. "There are six of us Digimon here, so I suggest we split into groups of three. Two will come along with me to meet Puppetmon, and the others will meet Goldie privately."
If only Mikemon could be so direct and say the same to Yukiko, but it seemed the group had a few ideas on this. The idea of the chips being 'miniature Black Spires' was a little wild, but Peacock seemed to put a little more weight into that 'Seville' theory, agreeing largely with Toki on the subject. Without seeing a chip himself, the Mikemon couldn't give a fair guess, so it would depend on Yukiko's and Ayumi's analysis.
As for the task at hand, there were two options: a Puppetmon with scientific insight, and meeting up with the Metallife Kuwagamon to get a direct contact with a dealer. It was just a matter of splitting up into two groups of three, but that didn't seem overly hard:
"Well, how about this: Yukiko and I go with Peacock to meet up with Puppetmon, while the members of PROFIT and Toki head out to meet Goldie?" It seemed logical enough to him: Mikemon was of scientific mind and wanted to meet the Puppetmon, while Cion could definitely handle herself in the streets. From there, the Field Group would stay together, PROFIT would stay together, and Toki would round out the numbers.
He didn't mind hearing other ideas, but it seemed simple enough to him!
Toki felt his heart sink that his theory might actually be right, at least partially. Who would do this? He desperately wanted to get to the bottom of this so more innocent Digimon didn't have to suffer. Life seemed hard enough in this area. It didn't need to be any more difficult. This place had every right to become a home for Digimon.
There was a semblance of hope when Peacock gave Yukiko the chip to analyze later. Even if the chance was in the smallest of percentages, an attempt has to be made at least. A minuscule chance is still a chance. "I'm sure that'll help, even if it is just a little bit. Thank you for that chance, Peacock, and thank you Yukiko for bringing it to attention." he said with a smile.
He listened closely to Peacock's conversation with Goldie. Looked like whoever it was made some progress on the investigation side of things and were being careful not to alert anyone about it. It would be useful to meet up with them as soon as possible, so he nodded at Dr. Mikemon's suggestion, though offered his own idea "I'm not against splitting up, but I think we should think about what route might be the most dangerous. The more capable fighters should assist in what seems the most likely to end in a conflict...I'll go with whatever group needs me, however, and you seem to know Yukiko, so I'll trust your judgment on this." he said.
What would be the most dangerous route though? That might not be the easiest thing to figure out. However, he stood by his decision to speak up and bring it to attention at least. "In the end, if we can stop this circulation, that's all I can possibly hope for."
Yukiko tried to keep up an encouraging smile for Peacock. "M-m-m-m-my friend is a genius! If a-a-anyone can find a rehab measure, s-s-she can!" She then made sure to securely stash away the chips to later give to Ayumi. Then she took a deep breath. Seems Mikemon wants her and Peacock to join his group. Well, it made sense to her, and she was a bit flattered that this super intelligent guy wanted her to all people to come along! "A-a-a-ah, s-s-s-sure, we can go along with you, D-d-d-doctor!" Mizu, too, seemed ok with this. "I hope there will be a few drug pushers at Puppetmon's for me to thrash!"
At least it was evident that Cion was not the only one with doubts about the plans at hand. They seemed clichéd and doomed to go south, but what others chances did they have? They lacked useful information that enabled the pursuit of another trail, so following the Junomon's instructions was the best and sole course of action worth investigating. Not wishing to join the banter she was clearly not a valuable contributor of, the restrained Arniomon instead focused her gaze on their 'divine' host who explained things with increased detail.
Two groups - one staying by Peacock's side while the other relocated to a different source of knowledge. Dealing with the scum that blighted the underground of terminus felt like a violation of her own pure impetus, but if it served the greater good then she had no choice but to lower her expectations and level of vocabulary. Hopefully, this unpleasantness would be upset by a happy ending to this calamitous endeavor. If not... then there was an entire world of frenzied addicts to worry about. "Oh dear..." She whispered, still in wonder of what their client's motivation was to stop this crisis. Redemption perhaps?
Shifting to something more delightful, Dr. Mikemon put forth the idea of her, Kan and Toki making up the second group while he, Yukiko and Peacock went after the Puppetmon. The silver fennec was enchanted by the suggestion of cooperating with two of her dear friends and immediately nodded in approval. "Sounds great to me." She kindly voiced her consent as the urge to snuggle into Kan's lap surpassed her iron will. Despite the difficult mission, this was going to be splendid.
"Don't worry Toki. We'll do this." She once more showed her encouragement and confident. All of them together were an incredibly powerful group, so as long as they kept up their smarts there was no way they could fail.
The spirit user paused and considered the idea for a few long moments. They'd cover more ground that way but ultimately it'd also be something a tad more dangerous if they got caught out. Gritting his teeth a little bit he'd also consdier the fact that they might not have any other option.
Cracking his neck kan grimaced a little bit when peacock contacted another individual. Likely the seller that she was talking about. He'd lean back a little bit and split his face in a frown.
So two groups of three? Two with Peacock and the others would go meet goldie; who likely would have some rough spots if they were unlucky. His blue eyes flicked over to Mikemon who suggested that PROFIT and toki headed out to meet Goldie.
Toki's suggestion was sound; but they also needed the group to cover more ground in this case. The spirit user shook his head a little bit and shifted slightly.
"We should be fine. Progressing carefully is a must anyways."
The weregarurumon next to him shrugged and leaned a little bit. She didn't have a problem going any which way. She'd go as needed but would prefer to stay with her client.
Kan glanced at Cion and raised his brows slightly before sighing softly. This was going to be interesting to say the least. But at the very least they'd have a good rounded group. He didn't know the entire range of cion's abilities himself but considering everything they should be fine. And with toki having a new level of strength like he said he didn't doubt them in the least bit. He just hoped that Gretal would be able to keep up with everyone.
The spirit cracked his knuckled and let out a small hissing sound.
"Times a wasting then, we should get this done. I'd suggest a way of keeping contact between the two groups in case something goes sour on one end so we can at least update one another."
Post by Haru Toriya and Tawna on Aug 4, 2018 21:31:32 GMT
There were a lot of factors here that were dangerous to note... Peacock was well aware it was a tad unsafe for them to being doing such risky business, but there was some reasoning to her madness. "Honestly, Puppetmon may be a tad riskier as its more in-town and therefore potentially filled with... unsavory folk. However, I believe it is best to stay in these smaller groups to avoid attention. It might seem suspicious if a large group is travelling together." the goddess mused, feeling the benefits outweighed the actual cons. It was better to outright avoid combat after all than fighting your way out of it after all. She giggled slightly at the Betamon's ethusiasm... A light in this oh-so dark world it felt like. "Well then... I believe that settles it then ~ I will travel with the doctor and miss Yukiko to Puppetmon downtown, and I will leave the rest of you to Goldie if there are no objections. I'll let you all decide on how we keep in touch though... I only have a communicator for talking with Goldie, so I hope we can scrounge up a solution to that."
Peacock would briefly gesture towards Kan and Toki; their Digivices ringing slightly as a set of coordinates would pop up. If there were no further intrusions, the congregation would split to separate directions in Old Terminus from the colliseum.
Meeting With Puppetmon
It would take maybe half an hour of walking for those following Peacock to eventually reach a particularly seedy-looking settlement deep in the underground... A shoddy-looking set of roads with dilapidated buildings salvaged into shelters and bars. It perhaps would have been more congruent to some place in Rustport... but far rough-around-the-edges. Even as the group came to town, they were shot curious looks by some of the natives that were around outside... ranging from drunken Gekomon boozing it up with a BomberNanimon, to an Agunimon that merely observed the group with a stern glance.
For the most part, the settlement was pretty barebones... however one particularly larger building stood out from all the rest; not helped by the giant neon-lights covered sign shaped like a Gotsumon head. While Yukiko would likely not understand the Digimoji spelled out on it, Mikemon and Mizu would have no problem reading it out as The Drunk Stoner.
With doors shaped like a classic saloon, there would not be any problem entering the building. The smell of cheap booze and smoke was very much present, coupled by the sounds of Digimon chattering amongst themselves... A Ryudamon and Giromon situated by a bar being tended to by an Airdramon (which amusingly was doing so by using their tail as a makeshift limb to pour alocohol). Off in the corner was a large pool table with several other Digimon (a MadLeomon, Delumon, and Geremon) were situated on a couple of bar stools... just entertaining themselves with a game of poker. None of the inhabitants of the building though seemed to pay too much mind to the group at least.
"Well... This is certainly a lovely place, don't you think so darlings?" Peacock ended up pluckily speaking (though a hint of sarcasm was in their voice while doing so), though there did seem to be the issue of not being able to find Puppetmon around. "Odd... He's usually around here like, 24/7."
Meeting with Goldie
The PROFIT members and Toki would have to travel a touch farther than the first group to reach their destination, though sure enough they would eventually spot a landmark in the wilderness of Old Terminus that seemed... A cliffside that seemed to lead to what looked like a miniature sea nestled within the underground, one able to actually spot cavern walls here; a sign that this was in the outskirts of Old Terminus.
More concerning though... Was the plume of smoke bellowing from somewhere below the cliffside... If anyone took the time to quickly rush to its edge, they would spot down below what appeared to be a small building that was set ablaze... a figure hovering by the inferno.
It would have only been a glimpse, but it was enough to catch the Cyberdramon before they vanished within a Digiport.
At a base level, Toki had a point, as far as splitting apart the team. "If we were all complete strangers, I agree - but the two of us know each-other, and the three of you know each-other to some extent. We're less likely to step on each-other's toes if we stay with a group that is more familiar with our abilities."
That said, the cat gave a smile towards Yukiko, and a nervous chuckle to Mizu: "Hey, we're not here to draw attention to ourselves - yet, anyway. Let's get moving." The groups were settled, and they'd soon be on their way... ... Though a half-hour was a little more than Mikemon was expecting. Unlike the way he had traveled to their initial meeting point, the doctor no longer wore the hood around his head, simply letting the cloak hang off of his shoulders. Now that he was in a group, hiding his face was only going to, ironically, draw more attention - not that he spared the onlookers more than a glance as he passed by. It was all about looking as natural as possible.
Which, of course, was why he was just about terrified that Yukiko was drawn into the same situation. Hopefully Mizu would help keep their leader level, but if anyone in the group was going to stick out like a sore thumb, it was her. As they approached a bar - Mikemon silently mouthing the name of the store under his breath - he gave a sigh, and pushed his way on inside. It seemed that their 'target' wasn't here yet?
Rather than draw attention to the group, the cat simply played off that sentence: "If he's not here, then he's probably crawling his way back from another dive." The comment was said at a normal level of voice, giving a shrug as he pulled himself up to the bar, giving a half-wave to the dragon.
"Devi Bomb." The words might have seemed foreign outside a bar, but here, it was just a middle-level-brand of whiskey, spiked with Virus data - not something that would seem 'off' for a demon to order. Heck, if they had to kill time, might as well look the part, right?
Toki nodded, accepting everyone's reasoning for how to proceed. "I agree. People who know each other should work together. Alright, so I'll go with Kan and Cion to meet up with Goldie. Good luck and be careful, okay everyone?" he said, waving them farewell as the groups went their separate ways. He wasn't alone in this, and neither was the other group. He took a deep breath and remembered that he doesn't have to do everything on his own.
For a time they walked together past the more populated areas of Old Terminus towards the edges of the city. It was quite a sight to behold. The body of water and the cliff side view was calming in an odd way, though he could see why an area such as this would attract unsavory folk for one reason or another.
The area seemed peaceful at the moment, at least until Toki noticed the inferno "Oh no..." he looked around and saw the Digimon likely responsible vanish into a digiport "We have to get down there, now!" he shouted, pulling out his digivice and scanning in the data "Beast Spirit Evolution!" he shouted as the data converged and changed his body into his Ultimate stage "Lagosmon!" he leaped down the path towards the burning building. What could he do...? Then, an idea "Sand Shackles!" he slammed his palms into the ground as the sand that rose towards the flame attempted to smother the inferno before it had a chance to spread further. "I'll try to manage the fire! Kan, Cion, help put it out or search for Goldie!"
Mikemon's concerns were very much justified. Yukiko was so overwhelmed by the bar environment and the social pressure to act natural that she became stiff and nervous. Even her smiles and wavings were comically unnatural. Luckily, her much more socially aware partner stepped in for her. Anytime someone tried to approach her to see what's gotten her so nervous, the Betamon stepped in. "Back off, bud. My friend here's had bad bar experiences, you wanna make that worse for her? Then ya gotta go through me!" The more on-point approach, not to mention Mizu's radiant charisma, seemed to work wonders here.
Yuki was too nervous to really drink alcohol, but Mizu was more than happy to, asking for something nice fermented from fruit. As she waited, she turned to Peacock. "So if your friend ain't here yet, where could he have gone? I hope it's only what Mikemon said, and not somethin' -worse-."
Oh... what a wonderful plan they had at their disposal. Not only would them split into two groups achieve successes in drastically reduced time, but Cion would also be together with some of her dear friends. There were barely any objections put forth by participants of this dangerous yet vital mission, hence it was quickly declared official. With a rapt smile, the restrained Arniomon scurried up the Silvermon's torso to make it herself comfortable on his strong, taut shoulder. Certainly a man and spirit-wielder of his caliber did not mind a treasured, light friend such as her 'accompanying' him.
As she, Kan, Toki and Gretel departed from the others to pursue their lead, they made their way to where this individual called Goldie was supposed to be located. Ignoring the curious and hostile looks from a few wretched creatures residing in this underground, their team eventually reached what appeared to be a rather pleasant cliffside. Minor wilderness and complex natural structures beneath the surface of the planet? An intriguing oddity, that was for sure. Then again, considering lost armories and civilizations, there was reason to expect even more than a mere vista.
However, that enjoyment swiftly shattered. Smoke - a burning building - a villain likely responsible for this act disappearing from sight? At least they were on track and she'd definitely would not forget this redesigned Cyberdramon if it returned in the near future. Leaping off of her chap's bladebone, the silver fennec kept her composure as she floated in the air, a faint, aureate veil engulfing her body. "Kan? Can you contact Peacock with your digivice? She should know of this." Cion instructed kindly, hoping that it was not a travail to the big, fluffy chestnut warrior.
Supporting Toki's initiative who digivolved into a bulky version of an Antylamon named Lagosmon, she briefly evaluated his ascended form. The power it irradiated... Ultimate - not half bad given their first encounter in the desert. Still, this was not the right while to chitchat about it. They probably had an accomplice to save. And the floppy-eared fighter contributed admirably by conjuring a sand wave to smother the fire. With a confident smirk, the ancient sentinel nodded, agreeing with the lad's proposition. "I'll search!"
With this declaration uttered, she rapidly dashed through the air towards ablaze structure - an iridescent sheen amidst the dark subsoil of Old Terminus. Uncertain about what the Silvermon and his ally would do, she called out for their auxiliary at the top of her lungs. "Goldie! Where are you?!" Depending on the response, she was eager to fly inside the afire house or remain outside - whatever was necessary.
Post by Haru Toriya and Tawna on Aug 17, 2018 21:04:57 GMT
The Airdramon seemed to raise an eyebrow at the doctor as they caught their attention, their maw twisting slightly to a toothy smile. "... I see your a mon of culture. Lot of these brutes just go for Geko Water. Good choice, friend." the dragon spoke with a gentlemanly, deep voice... they slithering to the cabinets and pulling out a bottle, placing it aside as they turned on some hot water in a faucet by the bar into a bowl before getting to Mizu's order. "Couldn't help but overhear y'all... You looking for the block of wood? Puppetmon likes his liquor... so I'm bit surprised myself old-timer hasn't showed his mug around here yet. Care I ask?" he quietly asked, sliding a glass of the alcoholic fruit drink to the Betamon.
Peacock while had seemed disappointed about the lack of Puppetmon around, she was quick to at least bounce back as she softly shook her head. "Its a secret hun. Can't go blabbing our mouths about everything, no?" she gently spoke, giving Yukiko a gentle nod to try and reassure them.
"I suppose, I suppose. I won't go and push the matter. We all got our own skeletons in our closets after all. He might just be runnin' late or something." the Airdramon chuckled dryly as he motioned his tail to gently pour the spirit into a glass, sliding it over to Mikemon.
Outside of the bar, one might catch what sounded like a bit of a commotion outside... and if you took a moment to check outside through the windows, you'd spot the perpetrators and victim. A BlackRapidmon and Shawujinmon, both aggressively approaching a rather feeble-looking Puppetmon using their hammer as a cane, their left eye completely covered in bandages.
"Hey now sonnies, but I'm not exactly sure whatcha y'all yappin' about... In case ya haven't realized, my ears aren't quite what they're used to be these days... Cause I don't got ears! Nyuck nyuck nyuck." the wooden Digimon casually spoke, seemingly not too bothered by the presence of the two Ultimate levels... However, a jab from the Shawujinmon's staff was enough to knock Puppetmon down, the kappa Digimon growling angrily.
"How about you shut it ya pile of wood before we turn ya into firewood? What do ya know about the Ambrosia Chips? Tell us, or my buddy here is gonna get real shooty in a moment." the demon man Digimon aggressively spoke, the Rapidmon's arm cannons making a click... signifying that threat was perhaps not a mere bluff.
It didn't take long for the Lagosmon's sand attack to quell the inferno, the blaze quickly smothered entirely. It seemed that beyond a few loose embers and burned supportings, the fire was a very recent incursion overall as the structure was still mostly intact.
Cion was greeted with nothing but silence beyond the sound of still conflagrating tinder... An ominous sign overall, forcing the need to investigate deeper. The shack was not by any means glamorous, and it was in complete shambles now... Rubble filled the single room of the building, what was identifiable being what appeared to have once been the middle of drug-racketeering business... something that clearly wouldn't be happening anymore with the state it is in.
Amid that rubble, the heavily-damaged frame of a MetallifeKuwagamon laid prone and motionless. One of the limbs of the metallic insect Digimon had been completely severed from the socket, their breathing slow and unsteady, though they managed to tilt their head back up to see the small beast Digimon. "... Are... You an angel?"