Digital Odyssey: They Move on Tracks of Never-Ending Light

[PyrosNine]

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHhhhhhhhhhhhhhh-OOOF! My poor ribs! I needed them!-HHHHHHHHhhhhhh!" Jeremy grunted at the blow to his body, yet continued his yelling.

Notably, his movements now slowed considerably from before, likely due to the interruption of Jeremy's manic breathing.

Originally Posted by Rosetta

"If you were exactly like your partner, it would be a little scary - wouldn't it, Chisokumon?"

"I suppose, because then I'd spend alot more of my time running. But then again, I'm a very fast digimon, so it wouldn't be too bad."

[rapter200]

After the Meramon rescued them from Bansheemon, Sealsdramon returned back to his normal for of Commandramon. The long walk to the Meramon’s base took forever and was very dull. Other than the so called DemiMeramon who were chatting it up in the back ground, he had nothing to listen to. He could have made idle chit chat with Commandramon but he decided against it because he was just to tired.

When they finally made it inside the situation did not become any better. Wherever they walked camera’s seemed to follow them. The place looked like it had better security than Fort Knox. Then everything changed when they entered the cafeteria, he was finally able to sit down and relax. Commandramon plopped up right next to him. Cael watched the others fight over a stupid pair of goggles that didn’t matter, he pondered what would happen next, would they join up with the Meramon in one grand army and go defeat Bansheemon or would they split up and take different routes to get Bansheemon. He sipped his tea with some hesitance, he had never liked the stuff, if only they had something else like coffee….but if it was the best they could offer he would have to be polite and drink it.

Tired of not having enough information Cael spoke up “I agree with the girl that has a dog Digimon partner, sorry about that don’t really know your name, I would like to know what the hell is going on also because all I know is that I got sucked into the Digital World and became partners with Commandramon here, and the new got attacked by some evil Digimon and her pet rocks. So tell us what is going on” with that Cael became quite hoping that the quite would elicit a response from the Meramon.

[Lumenskir]

The Meramon watched the frantic activities with a confused and surprised look. Startling everyone, he slammed his carving knife into the lasagna, his body's natural flames flaring out. "PLEASE!!" Such an outburst from their once genial host drew worried stares, any and all horseplay halted while they waited to see if this was the beginning of a large storm or merely the herald of a calm.

Noticing the looks, the Meramon loosened his grip of the knife and took a few deep breaths, his body returning to a dormant state. "Ahem...please stop. It has been a long, trying time for all of us, and for the only new glimmer of hope to be a group of...I don't think you realize how monumentous your arrival here is." He paused to look back into the faces of the group. "I realize you are merely children, and I cannot begin to fathom what you are going through, but I must impress on you the need for maturity in these times."

He let this sink in, then began to cut into the lasagna which had become quite cooked during the heated outburst. "Now, if you arrived near Solmon, that would put you somewhere here." He poked a small hole into the lasagna, somewhere near the bottom middle. "We thought about hiding her in this facility, but she was very insistent on being in an independent location lest this place is found out. We try to keep our above ground forays away from the nursery."

As he explained this he poked three more holes in a rough triangle around the edges of the pan, then cut three lines to connect them all. "I don't know what she was able to tell you, but Bansheemon is not our main threat, at least not in the larger sense." He pointed to the three points of the lasagna triangle. "These are the three great trees. They are where the mist that chokes our strength is strongest, and where we believe it originates. I am afraid that these lines are the de facto border of this forest; The roots of the trees are very insistent on that. Bansheemon is not the main threat; She comes from the sky. In the large scale, she is merely a more talkative Golemon, a tool for something larger, something that doesn't bother with coming down." He looked over the finished culinary art. While it had helped to illustrate the point, it was hardly serving friendly. "That is what I feel you can help us with. We need to take down the sky."

[Truce]

Taking her seat, Rosetta looked up at the Meramon in charge, wondering for a moment why they had human food here. That was, however, the lease of her concerns. Moonmon was her top priority, with getting home a close second.

But, taking down the sky was suddenly a not so distant third.

"You're kidding, right?" she asked, looking at Meramon. "Take down the sky - how do you propose we do that? Are those great trees holding it up or something?"

She shook her head, remembering there was another reason to be concerned. "No, more importantly, why do we have to do it? You call us a glimmer of hope, but we just got stranded here ourselves. You and Solmon might have ideas on how to use us, but we're not going to just be tools like Golemon and Bansheemon."

[Wizardcat]

The duo had been wary when the Meramon had arrived, despite the fact that they had disposed of the remaining Golemon and had facilitated Bansheemon's departure. As such, Nekomatomon had remained in his champion state should a fight or flight situation occur. While some of the others had communicated with the DemiMeramon, Ciar had merely listened to it and his digimon partner had taken to moving from tree to tree along the journey, observant for possible danger.

In the present time, Ciar listened to the conversation, not yet being a part of it, and watched the crazy antics of the others. While he wasn't certain that the flaming humanoids were not their enemies, he was confident enough that they meant them no harm to drink the tea. Felinusmon, recently de-digivolved, sat adjacent to his human on the crate apart from the others and mimicked him in not speaking and having a portion of the tea.

After Rosetta articulated to the elder Meramon, Ciar spoke up. "I'm inclined to agree with her. If these trees are the source of this 'mist' as you state and you are beings of fire, shouldn't it be a simple process of setting them aflame?"

[secretskull]

Harimon, had managed to digivolve during the battle, unfortunately, Roan had gotten a bit too close to the fighting, and gotten himself buried in some rubble from a destroyed Golemon. The newly digivolved Prismmon spent the rest of the battle digging him out.

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"Hey, Fireguymon!" Roan called out.

"Actually, it's Meramon... Harimon whispered.

"Same difference."

"Anyway..." He continued. "I don't really recommend this fighting the sky thing. I tried it once too. All the rocks I threw at it came back down." He rubbed his head. "It was a bit painful actually. "But it was Scientific Investigation at its finest, so it was OK!"

He tapped his chin in thought. "I could probably do something about those trees though. That mist thing sounds pretty nasty. Of course, there is one thing I need to know first. You're the good guys, right?"

[Arcanum]

Eric listened to the others making their points, and in each new question he couldn't help but feel they were missing the bigger picture. First he turned to Rosetta.

"They said something before about that mist preventing digivolutions," he said, scratching his head. "Yet for some reason our digimon can digivolve despite that. So what if there are things much stronger than what we've seen so far? Things that these Meramon aren't strong enough to beat. It seems to me that we're like the cavalry to them, only we hardly know it ourselves."

Eric breathed to calm himself as the attention turned to him. He'd been under the spotlight plenty of times before but for some reason he felt more exposed than ever.

"As for burning down these trees," he said, adressing the other question, "I don't know if this is true but it sounds like those trees have been around for quite some time, considering your description of their size. Burning them down could be the Meramon's equivalent to blowing up the Statue of Liberty on earth."

Eric faltered for a moment before staring at his feet and mubmling something along the lines of, "Of course I could be wrong."

[Lumenskir]

"Hmm, if I gave the impression that we thought of you as our tools or under our control, I apologize for misspeaking. And the trees are 'great' merely as a descriptor of size; They are evil, and they need to go down." He sipped his tea while sliding some lasagna pieces onto the plates for the group. "And we have attempted attacks in the past...when us Meramon weren't the only offensive force. After the last attempt we decided that brute force wouldn't work."

He finished cutting the lasagna, then stared at the depleted pan with a morose look. "So yes, to us, you are the, hmm, cavalry. However, no one will ask you to fight our battles for us, partly because many of us don't believe there exists a battle to be won. There are things, I believe, you are uniquely qualified to assist us with though." He took a bite of the meal he had prepared for himself. "For example, what is this food called?"

[PCD]

Jenna wasn't sure what she could put in on the topic of fighting whatever this evil mist was, nor the misgivings she had about taking on the trees. It was all just so sudden; a real information overload. It wasn't that she didn't trust the Meramon, but they didn't have much in the way of information on the topic... she let the other kids muse on it while she sipped her drink, and wished for a nice grape soda.

Then the next question came up. "Lasagna," she blurted immediately. "Noodles and cheese and tomatoes." She gave the tray of food a curious look. "And sometimes meat. Why do you have it, if you don't know what it is?"

[PyrosNine]

Surprisingly, at the mention of lasagna, Jeremy was back from off the floor and sitting by the Meramon, fork in hand and napkin-bibbed.

"Ah, that is some primo al dente lasagna, just like my mother used to make before she started dieting, and we got this veggie stuff! If you give us (and I mean me) that, I can solemnly swear we'll beat down those evil bad people. I swear by my *missing* goggles!" AT his own mention of goggles he let out a small, mouselike scream, but otherwise kept a look of normalcy.

"But I'll tell you what though. This digivolving thing? We've done it twice, but I'm fairly sure I get the details. After all, our digimon only digivolved when we wanted them to. Now, lasagna?"