Ghost Stories [not open anymore sorry]

One forest dweller who was not afraid of any 'ghost' was a 13-year-old bright-eyed and bushy-tailed Tamer named Buck. It helped, perhaps, that he was already quite prepared for whatever the woods might throw at him, so he believed: already he had his tent erected, for he was entering day two of just another camping trip in the digital world. His pack full of food, water, and various other supplies was securely tucked away inside the small structure, though he naturally kept his utility knife in his jeans pocket. This was a tool, of course, not a weapon.

After all, besides the ineffectiveness of human metal against the dangers of the digital world - not that Buck was familiar with them - why even bother bringing a weapon when his companion seemed perfectly capable of handling any unpleasant business? How ironic that the young camper's companion was a brown variety Bearmon who, Buck noticed, at one point began to curiously sniff the air in a particular direction. "Smell something interesting?" The young lad queried his partner.

At first, as was his usual sort of response, Wylde gave Buck neither a yes nor a no nor any verbal reply at all. Instead, he just twitched his head in the direction of the smell. After that, though, he elaborated, "There's a digimon approaching. No human. Be cautious." Sure, it just so happened that Wylde and Buck's campsite was along the path of a Keramon much more scared of her surroundings than Wylde was, but out of abundance of caution he wasn't ready to completely let down his guard until he could meet the stranger himself - or it passed by without incident.

Another day, another densely forested area to explore in the name of science! Or at least that's what the duo of a bleached haired man and a small impmon kept thinking to themselves to justify this trip into the Server Woods, though truth be told it was more an excuse to get away from the Club and all the...insanity surrounding it right now.

Funny. In all their time looking about the Digital world they had managed to neglect visiting anything on the East side. Well, better late than never, Carlos supposed.

Funnier still was how they somehow always found a way to gravitate towards the nearest forest or jungle for some reason. Sure, their track records with woods was...all over the place admitedly, but . Some people on their way had mentioned a thing or two about the forest being haunted, though that was of little concern to the duo, even if they had no trouble believing such a thing could exist. After all, they had seen far weirder things already on their travels around the whole digital landscape, a ghost seemed like peanuts compared to stuff like the D-Reaper at this point.

Regardless, after driving a good chunk of the way from the Library to their destination they found the woods to be too dense for their rather big monster of a transport to traverse, so they had been wandering close to the forest for what felt like hours, following along the train tracts that would no doubt take them to the old quarry. Nothing but the chirping of bird digimon and the sound of tree leaves moved by the breeze to keep them company. And meandering. Lots of meandering too.

They're peace and quiet would be interrupted soon however, once they heard something approaching their location. Voices in the distance, the sound of wheels and...a keytar and someone singing? And singing a classic from the 80's at that?
If that on its own wasn't bizarre enough to make them stop on their tracks, both human and imp recognized that voice all too well.

Sure enough, not too far from there, riding on a trolley on the tract nearby came a very familiar trio. They waved in their direction, Dio jumping up to stand on Carlos' shoulders, greeting the trio with a grin.

"Hey you lot, this is a peasant free zone, dorks!"  Dio yelled in a playfull tone, Carlos rolling his eyes at this and chuckling.
"Been a while, hasn't it?"

As the boys got off the cart, Carlos couldn't help but reach and give Colin a quick hug, hoping the teen wouldn't mind the gesture too much. They hadn't seen eachother for a good chunk of weeks by now after all, and Carlos would have sorely appreciated having the teenager around when things had been as dire as they had been not too long ago.

"Man, it's been forever, how you guys been?" He asked, smiling. True, a bunch of weeks might not seem like much, but when so much had happened during them it certainly felt like it had been a long time.

Before anyone could answer however, they were interrupted by a sudden yell coming from not too far from them, the duo turning around to see another human accompanied by a Bearmon. Where they the ones that yelled? Something about...enragement?

"Uhm, should we check that or..." 

Dio, either not noticing or simply not caring about it just shrugged a bit at Colin's question."Funny, I was about to ask you the same thing. What are you guys doing here?"

"As for us? Eh, you know, we're just out doing official Club bussiness, sightseeing, exploring, scanning, you know that sort of thing." He then replied, counting down the list of annswers with his fingers. Carlous meanwhile just...sighed a bit, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Actually, truth be told we just needed a break from...that stuff, you know? I just sorta grabbed the car and sorta drove on a straight line for a bit, and here we are." He chuckled somewhat, sounding uncharacteristically tired. "It's been a busy week."

His tone made it rather telling that this was a huge understatement. Between the many things that had happened as of late to everyone in the club, Carlos felt the need to take a break from it, get away until everything (including himself) cooled down a bit.

Dio, not wanting to dwell on the subject more than it was absolutely necesary and bringing the white haired human even more down, would speak up again. "Hey, do you peasan- I mean friends! Want to tag along? Five heads are better than just two."

Well one thing was certain: it seemed Colin was not exactly having a good time as of late either. There was a sense of solace and perhaps even camaradery to be found in that, though he too decided against asking any further than that.

Meanwhile Dio was taken a bit aback by Bellamy's way of greeting him. Right, it was still a bit hard for him to get used to such a thing as fist bumping someone, even something as simple as shaking hands felt odd for the Dark Lord to be doing on a daily basis with anyone , even a dear friend. He shook his head a bit, but reciprocated the fist bump with his own soon enough. For Bellamy he could always make an exception, as long as the other Impmon didn't try to invent some sort of secret handshake, it was fine by him.

Luckily before the conversation between them went into possibly depressing places and topics they approached the boy and the two other digimon

"Hey, name's Carlos, litte guy there is Dio." The man waved at the other three, pointing at his partner just to be completely clear on which one of the digimon was his partner. Following that he shot a puzzled look at the rather distraught looking Keramon that was seemingly being dragged around against its will, but figured it was maybe a bit early to start asking questions.

The impmon however, did not greet the group back, too busy also glaring at the Keramon with suspicion and distrust.

That Keramon...

Dio couldn't put his finger on it, but something about that digimon felt extremely offputting to him for some reason. His hair stood up and a cold shiver crawled down his spine. Such a feeling was awfully familiar but...
Thinking it was probably just his imagination, he'd try to focus on something else as he turned to face the other impmon as he shared his thoughts on the ghost stories surrounding this place.

"Haunted? Feh, superstitions and fairy tales. Most likely it's just a story to keep the town kids entertained and well behaved." He shrugged, not really being one to worry about such a thing as wandering spirits or ghosts. Even if there was one here, chances are it probably wouldn't be able to harm them if it was in any way similar to the spirits that guy on the ruins wielded: threatening looking surely, but incorporeal and therefore completely harmless to anyone else.

At least he hoped so.