thefolder | Merry Christmas, Chosen...

Who: Venusmon, everyone
What: The giving of the D-Streams
Where: Terminal City, Roaming Park
When: December 25th, 2013, morning

At the stroke of midnight on December 25th, every Chosen and their partners fall asleep wherever they are, with nothing able to wake them. They won't stay there all night, however. Bright and early, as if turned on by a switch, the Chosen will awaken in their beds to find their Digivices missing. The individual Digimon -- those without rooms, brought in like the Chosen -- similarly fall into slumber or stasis, waking where the stand in the morning in the morning.

They will all wake up with a note in their rooms, written in beautiful script. "Come to Roaming Park," it says. There's some kind of noise outside. Something drawing everyone out. Noticeable first is the fall of snow, so far absent from Terminal Tokyo. It covers, among everything else, Roaming Park, where on a bench there sits a Venusmon, with a very large sack. Around her are tables full of all sorts of food, and Digimon there both partaking in it and setting up more. It's a whole feast, not spoiled by the weather, but enhanced by it.

[ooc: Below there will be a thread to interact with Venusmon, where she will answer some questions and give out the D-Streams. Every non-canon Digimon character will receive a D-Stream, whether they see her or not. At the end of the day, they will appear in the Chosen's hands. This can also be used to generally mingle with each other and enjoy the snow.]

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[This was it. It was Christmas, the day of the meeting. The day where after over a month, he was finally going to see his little brother again. Donnie wouldn't lie, he was nervous. But the urge to see his brother more than overpowered that. When Christmas had gotten closer, the genius realized how much he wanted to see his brother again. But he had been patient, and now it was finally going to pay off.

He had waited a while to look for Mikey, to give his brother time. But upon seeing his brother at the food table (which was no surprise, really) he had to pause for a minute. Was he ready? Was Mikey ready? Donnie knew that he wanted to see his brother again, but...

No, he couldn't think like that now. He had to do this. He'd just be careful, make sure to keep some distance and let Mikey decide if he was ready for them to be brothers again. So with a soft deep breath, he made his way over until he was behind his brother, but still keeping a fair amount of space in between them. He was quiet for a few more seconds before speaking.]

M-Mikey?

[Mikey heard the voice and stood still for a brief moment before taking a deep breath. Now that it was time, he felt himself both excited and afraid, but this couldn't wait any longer. He put a smile on his face before he even turned to face his brother.]

Donnie!

[Once he turned he looked right at his brother, his smile only faltering for a moment before growing. He was still wearing the scarf, but it had been losened up, and more like just a thing to wear, than something to cover the mark on his neck, which showed in a few places, not as dark as it had been at their second fight. In spite of the lingering scars, he stepped forward to be near his brother, moving to within arms reach, trying to make sure he didn't move too close to fast for Donnie.]

Hey, how's your leg? Kind of a bummer it happened before Christmas... right?

[More and more he wanted to just fling his arms around his brother and hug him, and he started feeling like he could cry, though he wasn't really feeling sad.]

[When Mikey turned, Donnie was about to attempt a smile but he then saw the scarf. He saw the markings which may have faded some since the fight, but it was enough to make the memory of the first fight flash before him. His grip on his crutches tightened slightly, and Arte took notice. But she merely put a hand on his good leg, which was enough to get the teen to take in a silent breath and push the memory away before it could affect him.

He could do this. He couldn't back away now. He'd waited long enough to see his brother again and he wasn't going to back away now.

He was surprised when Mikey moved closer seemingly without being afraid of him. He felt the urge to hold onto the younger teen and never let go while apologizing over and over for everything that happened. But he resisted, he'd give Mikey time before he did anything.]

It's doing better, I still need my cast for three more weeks. And yeah, it really stinks that it happened now thanks to a certain someone [He glances at Paolo, who ducks behind Arte, before looking at Mikey again] So ugh... how have you been?

[Mikey waited patiently for Donnie to work past the moment, he wasn't sure if he should offer a hand or leave his brother be. But with Arte's help he seemed to push past it and while it wasn't exactly a smile it was something.]

I've been... good, I kept myself busy, making things, getting ready for Christmas... Cooking. Oh, um how has that been? Have I been making things you like? W-when I heard about your leg I didn't know what to do because coming over wouldn't help you but... I didn't want to act like it didn't mean anything to me... Leader and Kitty suggested I cook food to send to you... since cooking with a broken leg might be hard.

[He looked somewhat worried, and really he was a bit anxious. He wanted to know that what he had been sending for his brother was good food for him.]

[As if it was waiting for the brothers to speak again, just for the very moment when the ice was broken, a gentle purple comes into existence between them. It shines, catching on snowflakes and twinkling in the morning light.

It doesn't hurt, not at all. In fact, it's comforting. It's Michelangelo's long-awaited crest, the Crest of Kindness.

It's one Donatello should be familiar with, and one that embodies the younger brother's whole being.]

[This wasn't the first time Mikey had seen this kind of light, in fact he had seen it before when Fluttershy had gotten her Crest. In spite of this it took him a moment to realize what exactly this meant as it was happening right in front of him, after all Donnie already had his Crest, Love.

Is momentarily mesmerized by the play of the light across the snowflakes, his heart started to pound and it felt like, for at least a moment, he stopped breathing and in a half instinctual way he reached out for the Crest.

With the new Crest in hand he stared at his brother, his expression baffled and amazed.]

Is this really… is this mine?

Yes, it's yours! Who's else's would it be? I already have... my...

[Then he quit talking. Yes he got his Crest, even though Mikey currently had it, but he still didn't feel like he earned his own. Kindness was perfect for his brother, but his own didn't fit him at all. But he wouldn't voice that now, he wouldn't ruin this for his brother.]

Umm... anyways, yeah its yours. Looks like the powers to be decided that you were ready for it.

Which one is this?

[It took him only a moment before he realized that Donnie had mentioned his own crest. With his other hand he reached for said crest, which he was wearing.]

Do you want your's back? I've been wearing it so that I'd never forget it or lose it.

It's the Kindness Crest, the same one that Fluttershy has. Looks like a perfect fit for you.

[Donnie hadn't even noticed that Mikey was wearing his crest. He hesitated to answer the question, still not feeling like he deserved the Love Crest at all. Still, he had burdened Mikey enough and he couldn't make him hold onto it forever.]

Umm... y-yeah, I... I'm ready to take it back. [He held out his hand, for his brother to hand the crest back]

Merry Christmas, Chosen...

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