thefolder | Walking through the desert on a horse with no name.

Who: Anyone and everyone heading to Milleniummon's Castle!
What: The Trailmon lines are out and the Chosen have to get to that overrun castle. Looks like it's time for camping.
When: July 10th on
Where: Server, en route to the Castle.

[The Trailmon who lets the Chosen off wishes them best of luck. His tone of voice sounds like they're going to need it. He gives them a few pointers:

Look for forested areas in the large expanse of desert if you need to sleep in it.
Stop by the Armadillomon Village for supplies.
Don't get side-tracked.
Keep moving.
Oh, and of course, follow that digivice signal of yours.

Good luck.]

[[OOC: For simplicity's sake, this log can be used for anyone who's traveling to Milleniummon's Castle. It doesn't matter what day you set out, just know if you're traveling consistently, it will take you three days to get to the camp. Use the map if needed. If you need or would like NPCs, we will try to provide them, just request here. Feel free, if you'd like, to have your characters get turned around or lost, especially with some of the sights, but remember. People are waiting for you.

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I can evolve and carry anybody on my back if they want...

[Masaru shot his partner a glare]

I'm pretty sure you need to save your strength for the battle, Agumon.

[he turned towards Chika and Flandre]

You guys sure you're okay? The fight isn't gonna be easy... you girls should probably work on saving your strength too...

[ Chika sighed. ]

I know. I know. I'm... kinda okay. Though I don't really want to walk that much more either.

Well, if we do fly, we should get there before the other groups, right?

[ Chika nodded. ]

Yeah. But what if we get attacked before the rest of the help comes?

But I'm tired now!

[Though Flandre's whining is more for show than anything now. She rocks back onto her heels and rests on her wings, though that starts to hurt soon enough to keep that up for long. She shifts from foot to foot instead--and then quiets down after thinking about it.

She didn't want to be left behind.

Cyrille encourages her forward again, and Flandre does so with a little mumble. Much quieter than her previous grumbling.]

Surely Biyomon's not the only one who can fly, though?

[There's a fourth to join them, as Terra had been checking in with the locals. Well, Gotsumon more had. He seemed to love making friends with the Armadillomon, which also lead to him trying to squeeze into their tunnels after they invited him in.

...So that had ended poorly! The little rock Digimon's rubbing his head, as they'd just gotten it out of a hole, and Terra has her large backpack all full of food, bottles just filled with water, and a bag or two of ointments for aching feet or sunburn.]

Looks like these guys are pack-rats. Brought out a whole bunch of sunscreen when we asked what they had. [She digs in the pack and brings out a tube.] Anyone for some?

[...oh. Right, sunburn. The top of Flandre's ears promptly start itching and stinging at the reminder, along with the backs of her hands and and...pretty much everywhere that didn't fit into someone else's shadow. Flandre had been hiding behind people from the sun almost the entire way there. She promptly reaches out with both hands when prompted.]

Does the medicine help with burns already there, too?

[Terra smiles a little.]

I've got something for that.

[A little digging and she pulls out some cream for burns.] Don't use too much, just enough to get it covered.

[And to Chika and Masaru:] You guys need any?

I'm okay. I don't have any sunburns yet...

[ She paused, wiping more sweat from her forehead. ]

I might need some more sunscreen now. It's been a while since I put mine on.

Yeah, you'd better put some on now, Chika. I don't want you getting burnt.

[Masaru thought for a moment]

Actually... I'm gonna see if anyone around here has ponchos or something...

[Flandre did as Terra directed, though she did almost scoop too much up anyway because of her claws. And they were again troublesome as they kept catching on the sensitive burns, but she managed to at least relieve some of the itching annoyance.]

That's better.

[She did still feel tired and her feet still did hurt, but the sunburn was at least one irritation no longer occupying her mind. Her wing crystals even brightened a bit, instead of those sulking greyish colors they had been.]

[ Chika waited while Masaru went off to go check for some other things, but she stayed focused on Flandre. ]

That's good. I'm glad it's working okay.

... But do you want some help with putting more of that on?

[ She noticed the wincing because of the claws, after all. ]

Um. I think I--oh, there's a spot on my arm I keep missing.

[The claws on her left hand were a bit too long to reach all of her elbow without snagging something. So she was a bit overcautious now.

Flandre made a mental note to find some sandpaper or something later.]

[ Chika nodded, moving closer to Flandre so she could start with putting that cream on to spot. ]

... Right here, right?

[Flandre even holds her arm still.]

Yes. I keep scratching my arm instead of putting the medicine on it.

[There was a spot bothering her between her wings, too, but that felt awkward to ask about so she didn't.

Salamon looks over to Terra, meanwhile.]

Did you get food, too?

[She might be a bit quiet, for a Digimon, but...she was still a Digimon.]

[Masaru eventually returned, now carrying several ponchos and wearing one himself]

Found 'em! Ha, I'm kind of amazed they had one in me and Terra's size...!

How come Masaru-niichan?

[ Now that Chika knows exactly where she's supposed to be putting the cream, she's going ahead and doing it. Trying to be as gentle as she can. ]

[Terra laughs, applying some sunscreen herself.] We're huge compared to them. But well, did say they were pack-rats. Wonder how much stuff they have down there...

It'd be nice to come back here and see sometime.

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