(no subject)
Who: Vergil, Dracmon, Witchmon
What: Getting the translation.
When: Oct. 28th, Evening. (Backdated)
Where: A Lake in Albion
Vergil was sitting on a bluff overlooking the water. While camping near the water didn't afford much protection from demons or digimon, it was an old habit that he'd still yet to break himself of. In addition, Witchmon would have no trouble finding him here.
Dracmon was seated a short distance away, roasting some fish over the camp's fire as he lazily browsed over the posts on the journal network.
What: Getting the translation.
When: Oct. 28th, Evening. (Backdated)
Where: A Lake in Albion
Vergil was sitting on a bluff overlooking the water. While camping near the water didn't afford much protection from demons or digimon, it was an old habit that he'd still yet to break himself of. In addition, Witchmon would have no trouble finding him here.
Dracmon was seated a short distance away, roasting some fish over the camp's fire as he lazily browsed over the posts on the journal network.