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Who: Ikuto & Chika, Falcomon
What: Bad Memories
When: May 29th, evening
Where: Royal Base, courtyard
Ikuto didn't look happy, as he practiced with his boomerang. Repeatedly, he threw it out, catching it as it returned. Repeatedly. Over and over.
He was waiting for someone. Someone who could hopefully help him sort things out.
Gotsumon was here, he told himself. When they'd first encountered the reborn digimon, he hadn't been able to even think about how to come to terms with it. He just... accepted it, for some reason he couldn't assume.
But now, he'd... apparently been chosen, like the rest of them. Someone like Gotsumon had been chosen... someone whose memory was just as dark in his mind as his memory of Kurata.
Ikuto swung out, and threw his boomerang, preparing to catch it... only for him to falter and miss. Sighing, he moved to go and pick it up...
What: Bad Memories
When: May 29th, evening
Where: Royal Base, courtyard
Ikuto didn't look happy, as he practiced with his boomerang. Repeatedly, he threw it out, catching it as it returned. Repeatedly. Over and over.
He was waiting for someone. Someone who could hopefully help him sort things out.
Gotsumon was here, he told himself. When they'd first encountered the reborn digimon, he hadn't been able to even think about how to come to terms with it. He just... accepted it, for some reason he couldn't assume.
But now, he'd... apparently been chosen, like the rest of them. Someone like Gotsumon had been chosen... someone whose memory was just as dark in his mind as his memory of Kurata.
Ikuto swung out, and threw his boomerang, preparing to catch it... only for him to falter and miss. Sighing, he moved to go and pick it up...