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Time to move on.
Who: Evacuated Chosen, Hikari
What: The start of the Migration
Where: Primary Village
When: January 1st, 2014
Primary Village. The baby Digimon are crying, and Elecmon's rushing about in shock, trying to care for all of them.
Hikari stands among it all, holding a Digi-egg in her arms. She's quiet, and she's sad. She's waiting, though. Waiting for anyone who would come here.
What to do? Whatever she can, even if it's not much.
What: The start of the Migration
Where: Primary Village
When: January 1st, 2014
Primary Village. The baby Digimon are crying, and Elecmon's rushing about in shock, trying to care for all of them.
Hikari stands among it all, holding a Digi-egg in her arms. She's quiet, and she's sad. She's waiting, though. Waiting for anyone who would come here.
What to do? Whatever she can, even if it's not much.
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The teen and Paolo, again Kamemon, had been waiting on Primary Village since leaving the city. The teen was just sitting, waiting for any sign of anyone else. He felt guilty. Guilty for leaving without helping anyone, even if his broken leg meant that he couldn't do much. He also felt guilty because he knew this was coming. He knew that the city would be attacked by something, he had seen it. Yet he wasn't able to prevent it. He couldn't...]
Hey, I see Arte coming! She made it!
What? [He turned and he also saw a little monkey Digimon coming. She looked pretty roughed up, but she was alive.] Arte!
Your alive! [He ran over and hugged her, which was pretty out of character for him. While hugged back, she looked downcast. Paolo noticed and pulled back.] Hey... what's wrong?
[She gulped before looking at Donnie, who looked worried.] Donnie, I... I'm sorry, but... I-I wasnt able to find your brother. He wasn't at his apartment, and things were getting worst when I looked at the festival, and... I'm so sorry.
Wh-what...? No... he can't... He can't be... Arte, please tell em he's not...!
He... might have gotten out, but... I don't know. I just don't kno- Donnie! [The teen had just stood up, forgetting that he had a broken leg. It caused a shockwave of pain to go through him, which caused him to cry out and be sent back to the ground.] You can't go back now! Even if you were healed!
But Mikey is... he's... I- I have to find him! I can't... I...
[He coudln't talk anymore. He just gritted his teeth in frustration before punching the ground. Then he just stayed as he was, staring at the ground. All his Digimon could do was look at each other before looking back at Donatello, neither one sure of what to do.]
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[Duke sure picked the right time to come walking here. Yeah, the Impmon definitely picked the best time to see the turtle pulling those dramatics. Did this family have a thing for angst or what.
He casually strides up to the two of them. Yep yep not like he escaped a huge disaster or anything nope. He leans against the wall, folding his arms.]
Should I come back when you guys aren't having group therapy?
[Leave it to Impmon to have tact.]
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D-Duke? You... your alive?
He lived? Man! [And Arte elbows him in the arm] Ow! I was kidding!
Wait, if you here then... Leatherhead? Did... did he get out? Is he hurt?
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[Angry pout.
Oh right, he had to be here for some reason.]
Have you seen the guy? He lives through everything.
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[Because the only way his brother could have gotten out in his state is either his Digimon Digivolved and got him out, or Leatherhead got to him before Arte did and got him out. Either way, he just wanted an answer, op know that his baby brother was alive.]
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Grabbing the duffle bag by his side, he started to get up, using his staff as support since he had left his crutches behind in the now-gone city due to rushing.]
Donnie, be car-!
Take me to where they are.
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[To keep up with the turtle he digivolves to Devidramon, hurrying along.]
He's fine. Don't freak out.
[Soon enough he finds himself in a part of the primary village where Leatherhead no longer has Mikey in his arms, but nearby, the both of the resting.]
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[Although he couldn't move at the speed he wanted to because of his leg, Donnie eventually spotted Leatherhead. He also saw his brother nearby, and that was enough to get the teen to start to run over. He just barely stopped himself from again moving on the useless leg, and he growled because of it.
Nevertheless, he managed to get himself over there behind the former mutant.]
L-Leatherhead? That you?
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Yes...I see that you are alive, as hurt as you are.
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[He moved himself over, stopping when he reached his brother's side. Very carefully, he lowered himself down until he was in a position where he could sit without harming his leg any further. He reached out a hand and placed it on the younger teen's forehead.]
Still has a fever... [He reached into his duffle bag, pulling out a medical kit. It didn't feel too horribly serious, but he wanted to get it lower anyways. He reached in and pulled out a cloth and a water bottle.]
Wow... he really got overly-prepared for this....
Yeah... but it may be a good thing that he did.
[Meanwhile, the purple-banded teen poured some water on the cloth before pressing it along Mikey's forehead] The fever doesn't look too bad, still better safe than sorry. Hopefully it'll drop soon.
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D-Donnie! You're okay!
[His voice sounded a bit hoarse, like he had been coughing a bit prior.]
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Hey bro, yeah I'm fine. Paolo got me out in time. I'm just glad that your okay.
Yeah, he wouldn't shut up about how worried he was. [And cue another elbow in the arm from Arte] Ow! Well he wouldn't!
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Do not say such things.
[He sat by Michelangelo, holding his hand as Donatello worked on him. His reserves about the turtle still there, he still believed Donatello would be his best bet in helping his boyfriend.
Meanwhile Duke's seeking out the terrain by the now encamped group. Bunch of dingbats, he thought. ]