thefolder | Time to move on.

[How long had it been now? How long had it been since Paolo took him away from the city? How long has he been waiting for Artemisia to show up with his brother and Leatherhead? It felt like an eternity to Donatello, but it was probably only a few hours.

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.]

Edited 2014-01-02 00:52 (UTC)

[This was all so unexpected, but for once, the Replica truly feels weak. If he had his powers, then... then maybe he would've stood a chance. Maybe he would've been able to make that Jupitermon pay. Instead, he's stuck fleeing. They all are, really, off to who-knows-where.

Normally he'd be excited about the prospect of exploration. The city was getting old, anyway. But now... well, as he and XV-mon hover down towards the Primary Village, neither looks particularly pleased.]

Okay, okay, coming in for a landing, buster! You better hold on tight, and--

What, you don't come with seatbelts?

[His voice lacks the usual snappiness it normally carries, but he manages at least a small smirk, while his partner snickers.]

Oh, very funny, bub. Everyone knows that flying's the way to go, anyway. Do you really wanna spend the next few days stuck on a cramped train?

[They'll continue to converse for a little while before seeking out others. It's kind of hard to miss the big, blue dragon, anyway.]

[The first thing Bruce has come to realize in this place is that there are a lot of... young Digimon. Very young Digimon. Bruce had no idea Digimon could be this young, not especially after what had happened.

It's a disconcerting feeling.

Ever since having arrived here after evacuating the city (with what little he has - fleeing and running is one of Bruce specialties, after all) Bruce has spent his time studying this news place and the... small inhabitants that live in this city. Primary Village, they called it, and its not that hard to see why.

He watches the strange Digimon running about, trying to calm the crying baby Digimon and Bruce isn't entirely sure what to feel. It's a sight he can't quite link with the terrifying Digimon that had leveled the city so brutally, and there is a lot to think about now - about the Digimon, and about this situation he's in.

(And also about Tony, but that's--well, that's another thing.)]

[Tony on the other hand, can't really bring himself to worry about the distress of the digimon around him.

Instead he's picking up the odd thing that's laying around, looking at it, and then tossing it aside. Right now he has no computer, no technology, and he's presently very useless and it's bothering him. It was hard enough turning up here and not having JARVIS around him, and that there was no Pepper.

Then just as he starts making a headway on building a computer. They are given an evacuation order.]

Tony?

[Dorumon fidgets near Tony, glancing back at Bruce every now and then as if he can do something. Then Tony looks at her.]

You know, for a remote control, you talk too much.

Who's a remote control... What's a remote control?

[Tony gives an exasperated sigh.]

This, this have become my life.

[Bruce stops in his thoughts when he hears Tony talking - well, more like snapping, really - nearby, blinking as he turns to the source of where the voices are coming from and looks at Tony picking around and generally looking very frustrated.

Not that Bruce can't relate. If he was in Tony's position, he was certain he would be frustrated too. But then running and leaving things behind has always been part of Bruce's life.

He glances to Floramon, who is some distance away exploring on his own before looking at Tony being very sullen again before he stifles down a sigh and heads towards him.]

How are you holding up?

[It must have not been good for Tony, having everything uprooted around him. Bruce himself to used to it, but for Tony - well, he is the guy who has everything. This must be hard.]

[With great and obvious frustration, Tony takes a breath and runs his fingers through his hair.]

I'm fine.

[Dorumon seems less than believing about that answer.]

Really, it was just. A bad day.

[He pinches at the bridge of his nose before rubbing his face.]

[Bruce quirks a wry smile at the response. Even if you don't say it, your annoyance and frustration is painfully obvious right now.]

Bad day is putting it lightly, I'm sure. [He tucks his own hands into the pockets of his pants.] At least we're alive.

[That's better than nothing, right? Even if they're surrounded by young, crying Digimon right now.]

Um...

[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.]

[And when he heard that, Donnie's head shot up]

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?

Oh look you lived too, what a surprise.

[Angry pout.

Oh right, he had to be here for some reason.]

Have you seen the guy? He lives through everything.

Then... is... is Mikey with him?!

[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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It had been a long, tiring, and crazy day in more ways than one. By now, the adrenaline rush of fear was wearing off and both Kit and Emerick, once again a Salamon, were downright exhausted as they made their way into Primary Village.

Kit wasn't sure where they were, exactly, but it looked like a reasonably safe place to rest, even with all the obviously upset baby digimon, and for the moment, that was good enough for Kit. She flopped to the ground, leaning against the base of a tree, her blanket-bundle and basket of possessions next to her, and sighed. Emerick, equally tired, rested her head in Kit's lap. And both tried not to think too hard about what might have become of their friends... or what they were going to do now.

"...Kit!"

Takato couldn't even take a moment to be in awe about the fact that he and Guilmon were in the Primary Village after the ordeal they'd just endured with the evacuation. Sure, they hadn't gone up against the Mega Digimon -one in Titamon was enough!- directly, but making sure random debris didn't hit anyone was tiring after a while.

It was at this moment that, upon arriving in the village full of baby Digimon, Takato saw another pair of goggles on someone he knew pretty well.

[Yang had managed to make it to Primary Village. She actually had some similar feelings about the whole 'wish I could fight' thing. Yang hates feeling useless and yet that was what she'd been reduced to during all of this.

But, on the bright side, she wasn't the only one running here. As XV-mon comes in for a landing, Yang looks up. Well hey there if it isn't a familiar face...well one of them. She can only assume the large blue dragon is--was-- Kotemon.

Yang waves them down even as she is running over to greet them, Bearmon not far behind. Despite her own issues with the current situation, she is as chipper as usual.]

Heya Silver! Looks like someone had some fun without me.

Again, duh. It's pretty obvious. Do you even really need to know?

[Ignoring the smart aleck-ness, Donnie felt a wave of relief wash over, him. Mikey was alive. Mikey was alive. His brother was alive.

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.

Hold on, don't freak out, JEEZE!

[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.]

Yeah... telling himt hat will do nothing pointy ears.

[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?

The sound of the voice made Kit look up. "...Takato!", she called right back, both she and Emmy scrambling to their feet. Kit probably would have run to greet him if she hadn't just dragged herself there all the way from what was left of Terminal Tokyo. "Are you and Guilmon OK? Do you know where everyone else is?"

Takato made his way over to the young girl and her partner, giving her a small smile as he approached them. "We're okay, Kit. We made sure to get as many people out as we could, but I don't know where everyone else is at. Guilmon will be by soon; I've got him patrolling the area to make sure we're safe. Have you heard about this place and what it's called?"

Kit sighed in relief, sinking back to her knees on the ground. "Uh-uh," she said, shaking her head. "I was supposed to go to one of the terminals, but I kind of got lost and ended up here. This place looked like a safe place to rest for awhile."

"...I'm really glad you're both OK," she murmured. "I was really worried." She still was, but at least here were two friends she knew were safe.

Takato nodded in agreement before replying. "We'll find one of the terminals soon, but you're right; for now, we can rest and figure out what else to do.

"This is Primary Village. It's where all the baby Digimon are born and...and where our Digimon are reborn in case something happens." Takato sighed lightly while ruffling Kit's hair for a moment; he didn't outright say what would happen even though he was sure Kit would figure it out. "...I'm glad you're both okay, too. I'm here for you, whenever you need help."

Kit nodded herself, then took a good look around at her surroundings. "So that's why there's so many eggs and babies...", she said half to herself. "But... where's all the parents? I mean, for the ones who haven't... come back here. Do they just... leave the eggs here and wander off someplace?" Kit knew that there were some animals that did that, but couldn't quite picture their digimon doing it.

She managed a little smile of her own after the hair ruffle. Takato might notices the her 'hair' seems to have a bit more structure to it than expected, though. "Thanks," she said. Then she remembered something and turned to her partner.

"And thank you too, Emmy," she said. "I didn't get the chance to tell you before." She pulled the little Salamon into a hug. "I'da been squished without you."

Emmy smiled as well and nuzzled into it. "That's what I'm here for."

Returning her attention to Takato, Kit explained. "Emmy digivolved during the attack. She saved me from getting squished by a big chunk of building."

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Takato listened patiently and glanced around for a few moments before answering. He did notice that Kit's hair was slightly different, but figured she would tell him when the time came. "I'm not sure if it's the same here, but there's an Elecmon who's supposed to be a caretaker for the baby Digimon."

He smiled broadly once hearing that Emerick had Digivolved. "That's wonderful, Kit! What did she Digivolve into?"

Oh, sure, if you call dodging flying heaps of rubble fun.

[He chuckles as he says this, hopping down from his partner once her feet touch the ground. Giving a good stretch, he then moseys over towards Yang and her Bearmon. XV mon stomps close behind, bumping her fists together with a huge, toothy grin.]

It would've been more fun if somebody hadn't wimped out, though. I was on the top of my game, battling heroically against all odds! Unleashing the fires of justice and might! And all with some sweet moves.

[The Replica rolls his eyes and slaps a hand over his hip.]

Don't mind her. I think the evolution's gone to her head a little.

Time to move on.

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