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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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[BlackGatomon, with her small size and dark coloring, is a great scouting mon. Neku follows her lead, trading his normally brighter clothing for a forest green hoodie, the hood up to hide his ginger hair.

He's slinking around a little ways from the main party, looking out for any in coming danger and generally being antisocial, occasionally pulling his crest out and looking at it, wondering how to get it to glow]

See anything, Terri?

[His partner's yellow eyes are the only thing anyone can see up in the trees]

Nothing suspicious. You sure you don't wanna head back yet?

We're in sightline, it's fine.

[As soon as she got off that Trailmon, Arcee's been taking 'control' of the small group she was able to gather back in the city. Control being used very loosely here because, let's face it, she's no Optimus Prime.

Although it's not like she has to do much right now anyway, they're just walking.

And walking.

And lots of walking.

Sprocket, in Bullmon form, has been providing transportation. Not only that, but he's taken on the task of carrying bags filled with supplies for the team. Normally his bags have been used for carrying training supplies, they are now filled with essential goods like food and bottles of water. No one's dying on her watch, she'll be damned if she can't even make it through the walking stage.]

[Walking was okay. He could handle walking. In fact, it was a welcome addition to his life, what with spending the past few centuries back home locked up in a ship. So any chance to stretch his legs was welcomed. He's oddly silent as they walk, keeping a hand on You's curved horn as she walks alongside him. Like Sprocket, she had rations dangling from her horns too, and some in her little booster pack. Or rather, on top of.

Since it was a desert, and deserts tend to be hot, he removes his jacket, draping it around his shoulders instead of wearing the sleeves, if only because clothes are hard enough to wear as it is.

He won't start conversation unless someone else does, so...enjoy your silence. If you wish.]

[Wheeljack's brackets make a very good point, deserts are hot. However, unlike Wheeljack, Arcee's not comfortable enough with herself to take her jacket off. She...likes the blue on her arms? Sure, let's go with that.

She's just as quiet as he is for now, but Sprocket is a different story.]

Wow, You, you can really work those bags~ Did you know pink really stands out in the desert? Because it does.

Edited 2013-07-12 04:07 (UTC)

[Ah, the desert. Now this was an environment Leatherhead could like. The heat was invigorating compared to the constant flux of too hot/too warm for him. It gave him a lot more energy than he was used to.

He's spent way too much time in the sewers, obviously. Given the heat, Leatherhead removed his new shirt, throwing it over his shoulder. Yeah, he still had busted up ribs, but the bandages and splint helped pretty good with him carrying on. That and Devidramon helped with supporting him. Strange how Devidramon seemed more helpful than Impmon.

Leatherhead's a quiet type, unfortunately, but he's not one to turn down any conversation.]

[Works for him, he won't question that. At least not out loud.

It seems like their Digimon are hitting off some conversation well enough, unlike their Chosen. Despite the heat (and how awful it is being a sheep in the desert), You seems to be in high spirits. Albeit sounding a bit weary from having five fur coats on at once.]

You really think so? I mean, I don't like to be a slouch or anything. Pull my own weight~

What?! If anyone even dreams of calling you a slouch, I'll spear 'em.

Relax, Romeo, no one's calling her anything.

[For the love of Primus, Sprocket, You wasn't even implying that.]

Well they should! They should be calling her DAZZLING!!

...Is this going to be the whole trip? I'm not going three days through this.

[Those ribs bother Arcee slightly, as much as she hates to admit it. She's happy and almost proud Leatherhead wants to fight, and she even told herself he'd be fine as long as his partner did all the work. Still... now that she can see it, she's starting to wonder if she made that right choice.]

Think he could give you a lift?

[She motions her head towards Devidramon.]

Dazzling~! Now I could get behind that! But don't you worry, handsome, I can handle my own if anyone says I'm a sloucher. They'll be sorry they ever ran into me.

There's a tug on her horn as Wheeljack jerks her to attention, rolling his eyes upward.]

Feelin's mutual. Concentrate on walkin' instead of talkin'.

[Leatherhead was quiet, much like Wheeljack, but that didn't mean that his body language was the same. Wheeljack could see that the boy was at least enjoying the weather, moreso than he was. That was...something.

Especially after the previous situation with the Myotismon.

Not that he worries, but he might as well check up on the injuries.]

You still chuggin', buddy?

[Slight conversation.]

[He doesn't see a point in letting broken bones get him down. It's not pride as much as he has literally been through worse.

Devidramon shrugs. He doesn't like Arcee giving him orders, especially one who owns Bullmon.]

I do not require help.

And if he wants it, it's because HE asks.

[He appreciates Wheeljack. He has this weird protectiveness that isn't too encroaching, like a weird mix of Leo and Mikey. He liked it.

The incident with Myotismon was one he liked to push out of his head. Not for his sake, but for the safety of everyone else. It didn't do him well to reflect on the past.

He nodded as he moved along the desert floor.]

I have had worse. But you and Perry's help I appreciate.

[Walking is still walking, and it was fine with Bulkhead. It's not like he has that limp, like he did back home not that long ago, hindering him. Still, with the heat, he's taken off his own jacket, wearing just the shirt underneath.

Boulder's walking beside him, wings folded to his back and relaxed for the moment. He's carrying some rations too.

Bulkhead's mostly quiet as he walks, but he'd definitely be up for conversation.]

[Bulkhead could sympathize with Leatherhead wanting to fight, despite being injured. It wasn't that long ago that he was recovering from nearly debilitating ones himself back home. Once he got mobile and stronger, other than a limp, Ratchet's refusal to let him back out in the field annoyed him.

So he's certainly not going to be against LH wanting to be here, even after seeing the bandages and splint. He'd probably do the same thing.]

Hangin' in there?

[Leatherhead and Ratchet might have disagreements. To him, Leatherhead was still standing, so that meant he was good to fight. He turned to Bulkhead. The guy had some kind of relationship with Wheeljack, so he must be good.]

As long as I am standing, I can still fight.

I hear ya there. Wasn't that long ago that I was arguin' with our medic back home, ta let me back on the field.

[Bonding over fighting while injured. It's the best kind!]

Uh, I'm Bulkhead by the way.

[The desert was not the kind of area that Twilight was familiar with. Forests? Yes, she had become very used to them in her own world. But a sandy, hot place like the desert was completely foreign to her.

She wiped some sweat from her brow and unicorn horn. She was heading for the village, hoping to get some supplies before thing began to get at they're worst. She was sweaty, but otherwise so far she was good. Kudamon sat on her shoulders, doing even better.

She's mostly just observing the area, trying to memorize it for if she needs to use the land later. Still, she's all up for talking if anyone wishes to speak with her.]

[Wherever you are, you may come upon the sound of feet tamping through the desert. Alongside them is a moderately good singing voice singing a really old song.]

You see I've been through the desert on a Kyubimon with no name

It feels good to get out of the rain.

In the desert, you can remember your name

Cause there ain't no mon for to give you no pain...

...Holder of the contract, you have been singing that for the past hour. Have you been targeted by some sinister magical curse?

Of course not! It's just travel music. La laaa laaaaa laa la la la

[Kyubimon sighs.]

I had no medic, just used to surviving on my own.

[With a pause, he adds.]

Our names are alike. Leatherhead.

Really? Nobody there ta help at all?

[He blinks a little, tilting his head, before he gives a chuckle.]

Heh, guess they are. Nice ta meetcha Leatherhead.

[You know, if it were just Leatherhead talking, she might have continued to try to calmly talk him into it. But no. You had to go and ruin it, didn't you?

Now she's mad.

She stops walking forward and is now stomping over to the two of them. I hope you enjoy angry ~~mom~~ captain.]

Look, I'm the one in charge right now and I refuse to risk any further injury to my men. The last thing I'm gonna tolerate is an insubordinate solider, so if you don't like it, tough. Now either give him a ride or start making your way back home because I do not play nice when it comes to war. Got it?

Edited 2013-07-13 16:55 (UTC)

[ Chika sighed, wiping a bit of sweat off her face as she looked around the village, checking to see if there were any more supplies that she and Biyomon needed to get before they got going.

This trek to where they were going was a bit more exhausting that either Chika or Biyomon were anticipating, though it wasn't as bad as travelling without supplies or any knowledge about where they were supposed to be going at all. So there was that, at least.

Still, she didn't want to stick around too long, so she turned to the nearest person near her.]

Do you think we have enough for what we need?

It is better that way.

[Leatherhead blinks before returning with an awkward smile/shrug combo.]

Same to you. Did you give yourself that name?

[That's Devidramon for you, gotta ruin all things.

The digimon gives the look of a sour cat being reprimanded. Meanwhile Leatherhead has a pleading expression that says 'oh no it's alright I'm fine'. Eventually Devidramon spreads his wings, groaning.]

Not like I wanted to be on the ground. Come on, Leatherhead.

[Reluctantly, the big teen walks over to the digimon. Devidramon hoists him atop his back, making sure he's secure.]

Happy?

[Well, hopefully the duo won't mind Guilmon trailing behind. This whole expedition is a big deal! It's Guilmon's first real venture outside the city since his arrival. This desert environment isn't anything too strange for him, either. The Digital World he remembers had similar environments. In a way, it's kind of nostalgic.

But also sad. After all, this is also his first adventure without Takato.

Oh well. Right now, he needs to stay focused. He might be surrounded by strangers for the most part, but a little walking never hurt him before.

...It's just a lot of walking without much rest.]

Maaa... I wonder if we'll get there soon.

[His legs are getting kinda sore, but he must press on! It'd just be easier if he was Growlmon. At least then he'd be nice and big.]

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hope this is okay! I know there was talk of this doof tagging along on plurk alongside Juri