thefolder | New Arrivals: Let's Have Some Fun

Characters: Everyone! (Only new arrivals are allowed in the Terminal Room)
When: 4 MAY 2013
Where: Terminal Room or all over town!
What: An open mingle log for everyone to play in!

A calm had swept over Terminal Tokyo, as the Chosen Children had successfully repel the Beemon attack and began to clean up their city. All was well and life would go on, though some scars would take a while to heal. But as the saying goes, there is no rest for the weary.

Another earthquake tore through the Digital World. One on the scale of the one that had brought so many of the current Chosen to the Digtal World. Once again, dozens of Chosen were making their way to the Digital World. Destiny was calling once more and so were their partners...

Every chute in the Terminal Room activated while the small Digimon known as Culumon trembled with excitement. There were so many lonely Digimon that had appeared recently and--finally-- their partners had arrived!

OOC: Feel free to mark your characters in different locations! They can be just arriving in the Terminal Room you read about in the arrival post or anywhere on the map! Also feel free to mark the day for each thread. You can also request to play with Culumon, too! Have fun, guys!

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[Were Leatherhead sane, he'd be inclined to agree. Right now he stares her right in the eyes, his eyes glazed over. He breathes deeply, unevenly, waiting for her to make her move.

Meanwhile Impmon is looking at Arcee like she's the biggest idiot on the Digiworld.]

...are you seriously gonna try talking--yeah, sure, just give him flowers, that'll make EVERYTHING better.

[Why aren't you guys running?!]

[Arcee chooses to ignore Impmon despite that horrible urge to tell him to shut up. Leatherhead may not be agreeing with her right now, but he did stop. He's no longer rampaging and she's even surprised he didn't try to swipe at her yet.

She doesn't take her eyes off him for a second.

Although she can't seem to understand, she's never seen a human this angry before. They can be unreasonable sometimes, sure, and rage like idiots, but she's never seen a human rampage like an animal--

She stops that train of thought. This is just a guess, but if she's right, it'd make a hell of a lot of sense.]

You're not human, are you?

[It might be reaching, but Arcee recalls wanting to throw her own tantrum when she arrived here. Granted, she didn't, she had more control over her emotions than that. But, you know, it wouldn't surprise her if someone else couldn't.

...Please be Cybertronian.]

[Impmon just keeps watching because trainwreck syndrome is so easy to catch. He knows this will end bad.

Leatherhead's eyes flash with recognition. So this happened to others? It was hard to rationalize through the haze of primal anger still going through him right now.

Even harder than thinking is making words. How do words work? We'll never know. Leatherhead breathes deeply as he struggles to talk.]

No...

[Impmon raises a puzzled ear.]

Y'know, this guy makes OGREMON look sane...

[Okay, good. Yes. We're getting somewhere.

Tapirmon finally takes it upon himself to deal with Impmon.]

Shhh!!!

[...Yup, that's it.

Arcee tries to keep her voice nice and leveled, hoping she can calm this guy down. She likes that this hasn't turned into a fight yet, she'd just really like to keep it that way.]

Same. I know it's not fun, but I really need you to calm down right now. It's okay, you're not alone.

[Scuze me, Tapirmon, you don't go telling Impmon what to do. The digimon summons a fireball before quickly extinguishing it behind his back.

Leatherhead's hands are still clenched tight, unable to decide if she was someone to attack or not. His breathing has settled...a little.]

I am...always alone.

[What? Why would he say that? She'd be lying if she said she hasn't heard something like that before. It reminds her a lot of--

What did she just get herself into?]

No. You're not. Not if you settle down. I want to help you, but I need you to trust me first.

[Because she can see those hands. One punch to the face and she's sure she'll be, well, she doesn't want to think about what she'll be. Still, she can't help but feel bad for him. His tantrum and the things he's saying seem to paint a not-so-pretty picture. These types aren't uncommon with war, she almost became one.

...which just makes her hope harder that he's Cybertronian.]

Why?!

[Aggressively snorting, Leatherhead's eyes went white again.]

Humans do not care! What makes you different!?

[His hands also carried the bandages still wrapped around them. Something was reaching him, but it was hard for him to break that threshold...for now.

Impmon is just waiting for the big guy to throw the first swing. At the first sign, Impmon would be out of here.]

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[Hey man, don't go there.]

Because I told you, I'm not human.

[Although she could stand to argue how great some humans are, but she has a feeling now isn't the time for that.]

[Fight it, Leatherhead, fight it.

The human, hyperventilating, begins to drop to the ground, cross-legged and looking down at the ground.

She's getting through--it's eventual, but she's getting through.]

...how can you help?

[Impmon's just watching dumbstruck. Did she really calm the beast? By talking?!]

...I could've done that.

[Sure you could have, Impmon. Arcee gives a mental sigh of relief when she sees Leatherhead sit down. Soon enough, she's sitting down herself, just so they're on the same level.]

By working together.

[She really can't believe she's saying that. This outing was just supposed to be a simple snack run. Arcee just has a soft spot for people who are as miserable as she is, I suppose...]

I've been here for awhile, I know how most of the things work around here. The whole city is working towards getting things back to normal, that includes you.

[Cradling his head, the big teenager glances at Arcee. Oh no...he did it again, didn't he? Now that he's more calm, he glances round the town.

Nothing's ever simple with Leatherhead.

Impmon acts as the peanut gallery, seeing if Leatherhead snaps again.]

I don't know if normal works with this guy...

[Leatherhead groans.]

What happened to this place?

I'm gonna throw a rock at you in a second!

[Tapirmon doesn't seem to appreciate Impmon's peanut gallery-ism.]

Couldn't tell you. Something about worlds merging. It's pulling people in and making everyone...human. The faster we sort this out, the faster we get to go back.

I know it's a lot to take in all at once, so don't worry about working on that just yet.

You wanna go, nerd?

[Cause he's ready to get you burned.]

...it...but I cannot fix anything...

[Tapirmon huffs, digging at the pavement much like he's ready to charge. Don't mess with him, bub.]

How about fighting? Can you fight?

[Impmon makes faces at his fellow digimon. BRING IT.

Meanwhile Leatherhead nods slowly.]

I can fight.

Then you can help.

[With a small smile, she stands back up, offering him her hand. She doesn't expect him to take it, but it'd be rude not to offer.]

You can call me Arcee. So who are you?

Arcee...

[Tentatively he looks at the offer before slowly reaching with his own hand.]

I am called Leatherhead. I am sorry for my actions...

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