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L-01 | Scrub-a-dub-dub! Mission

Who: Kaldur'ahm, Jamie & Open to 8 others

What: The old Trailmon in the Trailmon Graveyard are in desperate need of a bath! Why not help them out and make an old mon happy?

When: May 20

Where: Trailmon Graveyard

Note: One of the missions from this month. Only Kaldur and Jamie were signed up so I assume it's free game to anyone else interested.

Kaldur had to admit the name "Trailmon Graveyard" had been very misleading. He had been rather apprehensive about the job at first. However, the promise of water and Gizamon's own insistence that the name wasn't what it implied at all had convinced him that it might be a good idea. Besides, Kaldur was not a stranger to community service and this was certainly something along those lines.

The Graveyard was, in fact, simply an old trainyard where several of the aforementioned Trailmon had gathered to rest and relax. They also grew quite excited when Kaldur and Gizamon appeared with buckets and sponges on hand. Kaldur set his bucket down and looked at Gizamon, "Should we wait for others or start on our own?"

Gizamon looked around at the Trailmon eagerly lining up. "Kal I think if we wait too long we'll have a train riot on our hands. Better to get started and then whoever else shows up can just jump in, right?"

Kaldur nodded, "Very well." He then called out to the various train digimon, "Who is first?"

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There's a pause in his movements as if he detects the sobering mood. He considers it a moment and then continues scrubbing at a Trailmon that looks a little like a lobster. "It's a heavy burden, but it can be easier to bear if we all work together to achieve it."

The water dies down as Terra looks over the Trailmon, nodding to Gotsumon that he can scrub it down. "One good thing, huh? 'Least there are a lot of us. ...Wonder if that means it'll be harder to do.

"Well, that might explain why there are people who are still arriving even now. Whatever pulls us here is still...calling out to others in the various worlds that exist out there." He hoped that meant that eventually they would have enough people, but Terra had a point. It might be an exceptionally difficult task if the Digital World or whoever was summoning them felt that there was need for so many of them.

Kaldur finished scrubbing the Trailmon and stepped back. "Hose him down Gizamon." His digimon obliged.

Terra begins to spray another Trailmon. "Maybe they want at least one person from every world? ...Naw, that's probably silly."

Kaldur smirks, "That would be a lot of people if you consider the fact that it is likely the number of universes or worlds out there is perhaps infinite." It stood to reason anyway. Kaldur didn't know for sure but he certainly doubted they needed a representative from every world.

"I thought that was all science-fiction...but not like we can really talk anymore. ...Or before, really." Her life's filled with powers and heroes and villains and people who turn into sludge monsters when they're awake, she sort of lost the right to brush anything off as science-fiction a long time ago.

"Terra. We are washing monsters that take on the appearance of living train engines alongside a monster made of rock and a monster that looks like no sea animal I have encountered before. What portion of that does not strike you as science fiction." He pauses and then adds, "Besides the fact that it is clearly not fiction."

Oh Kaldur, you and your sarcasm. But she also has a point about "before." "If there existence is possible. If the people we have met here are to be believed...then I can't help but also believe there are an infinite number of worlds out there with varying degrees of strange that even you and I might have trouble accepting at first. I don't think we get to use that term any more." He probably lost the right a long time ago anyway considering by most people's standards he's from a mythical kingdom that shouldn't possibly exist and that includes merpeople...among other things.

"Okay, okay, I get your point. Nothing's strange anymore." She looks over the latest Trailmon, running her finger down its side to see if there's anymore dirt. It laughs. Ticklish, apparently.

"...Just give me some time to get used to that idea."

"It will sink in eventually," Kaldur chuckles, watching as the Trailmon he'd been working on pulls away, now soap free. He can ease up on the brain breaking, monumental discoveries for another time. Another Trailmon pulls up and he motions for Gizamon to hose it down.

Terra whistles, watching the new Trailmon come into place. "There sure are a lot of 'em, huh?"

Kaldur nods. Gizamon finishes and he steps forward again to start scrubbing it with soap. "They have to transport a lot of people and digimon so I suppose there has to be a lot of them. Especially if they are going all over the Digital world."

That brings up another line of thought. "All over, huh? What else d'you s'ppose is out there?"

"I'm not sure. I'd like to explore it but I'm not sure that would be a wise thing to do solo." Kaldur was growing a bit restless in the city, but he also knew, just KNEW, that if he left that an attack would happen and then what would he do? He felt an obligation to stay and keep the city safe. There were just so many here without fighting experience, even with their digimon partners protecting them, that he felt wrong leaving them.

Maybe he was just over protective though. Surely by now more people had experience enough and he honestly probably could find people to go out there with him. "More villages I imagine," he finally added, "and more Digimon."

When she was younger, Terra had intense wanderlust. Her time on the road, her failures -- it all took that away. She just wanted to settle down and have a normal, average life.

But normal didn't mean stagnant. There's a whole new world out there. And she doesn't have any powers to mess it up this time. "Might be nice to go out in big groups and explore. I bet there's more than just File Island too."

Kaldur could probably have related to that. As a child he'd often dreamed about visiting the surface world one day, exploring its wonders. Then, when he'd finally obtained that, he'd realized he'd left behind friends and a potential girlfriend for those things. He was mostly past those feeling now, but he knew there was still a part of himself deep down that yearned for the ocean again and to possibly find a relationship like what he lost with Tula. However, that part was also buried under his duty and obligation to his team and his status as Aqualad.

"Safer too, we still do not know the powers and strength of the digimon out there." He smiles at her then, "Perhaps we can go together?"

Nearby, Gotsumon finishes scrubbing down a Trailmon. He trips as he's going to another, creating another clang, but Terra pays him no mind. She smiles in return. "Sure. I've never really had a traveling partner before."

Finishing his scrubbing, Kaldur steps back for Gizamon to spray the digimon down with water again. Gizamon tilts her head towards Gotsumon, "Will you quit that!"

Kaldur is happy to hear Terra agree. He's not sure when he'll get around to this traveling, but he knows that there are digimon out there that need help.

Gotsumon whines. "I can't help it, I'm a rock, rocks aren't graceful!"

With a roll of her eyes, Terra gives his Trailmon another spray down. "Aw, don't worry about it, Gizamon. I'll teach him how to walk without tripping over his feet."

"Thanks, Terra!"

Yep.

"And I'm an aquatic digimon out of water, you don't see me tripping over myself here," Gizamon retorts. To be fair, it wasn't like she was a fish out of water, but she didn't seem to care about the finer details of this. She glances at Terra, "Good luck with that."

While Gotsumon grumbles childishly, Terra merely winks. "I've been known to do the impossible."

She stretches, the hose still in one hand, and examines the Trailmon she'd just finished spraying. "You good, big guy?" The Trailmon affirms and Terra laughs. "If this Chosen thing doesn't pan out, it's good to know we've got a nice career as Trailmon washers ahead of us."

Kaldur smirks, watching as another Trailmon pulls away from the area they are working in. "Yes, I suppose we do." Although he wasn't sure that was what he wanted to be remembered by.

"Please. If that's all we were called to do then I quit right now," Gizamon scoffs.

"It's just a back-up plan! Temporary career choice." She still tries not to laugh. "Sorry, Gizamon. Didn't mean to freak you."

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