play, play, play! (april 2013-- game start!)

[terminalmods]

Characters: EVERYONE!
When: 4 March 2013
Where: Terminal Room or all over town!
What: An open mingle log for everyone to play in!

The Digital World had been having a great deal of earthquakes the last six months. The first was the largest of them and had ended in the shifting of the planes. Since then earthquakes happened periodically, often sending new Chosen Children with it. At first it was Chosen that the Digital World knew and rejoiced, but now and then it would send new Chosen.

Today was different, however. The earthquake that rattled the Digital World felt almost as bad as the first, but there was a difference this time. Suddenly dozens of children were making their way to the Digital World. Destiny was calling 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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[beforeweproceed]

Perhaps it was watching this kid's exit from the Terminal Building - clearly bursting with a few types of agony - that kept Walter's similar buzzing and vibrating thoughts of what happened during that last battle, those flickers of pain in his chest, the missing and worrying for the new thoroughly-proven Queen, and the incoherence in taking being brought back from the dead and dropped into a fantasy world reined in.

He looked on with a bit of pity, though he tried hard to keep it off his face, and when the boy lashed out at the puppy-rabbit creature accompanying him, he took it as a chance to get a word in.

"Hey!" he called, giving a beat for it to register, steadying his tone. "Are you gonna make it, boy?"

[scratchitti]

The static bursting around Neku had already started to calm down, focusing more on a certain point in his chest. But Neku himself seemed more interested in arguing with Terriermon and occasionally wiping his face frantically with his arm, hiding the evidence of his breakdown. Easier to hide pain in anger was his seeming thought process.

When Walter called out he froze, eyes widening just a tiny bit, still not used to being acknowledged by people. With a light cough he turned, tucking his face half down into his collar and jabbing his hands into his pockets. Terriermon tried to use this chance to lean on his leg only for him to carefully push her away with his foot. "Gimme some space, would ya?"

"I'll live." he finally responded, before offering a short bark of a laugh. That kind of bitter sound one gave when there was no noise really fitting for one's current feelings.