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[tamerofdragons]

Who: Lance, partners, graveyard inhabitants
What: Scouting the territory
When: January 6, after nightfall
Where: The Graveyard (coastline)

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[dive_npc]

The ruins were like Egyptian monoliths; tall, black spires, and a large, ebony-colored pyramid. If Lance would have seen them before, then he would have seen them apparently unoccupied.

But there was someone there this time. A great many someones. Namely, a veritable small army of undead, ghost, and demonic digimon - Bakemon, Devimon, SangLoupmon, scattered amounts of Perfects like SkullSatamon and SkullGreymon.

And at the front of the assembly, was a Dagomon - tall, but not a gigantic specimen - decked out in priestly robes. They were all chanting something.

[tamerofdragons]

As soon as he realised that the ruins weren't nearly as unoccupied as they had been, Lance leaned into Hooshah, rapping out an instruction on her shoulder. He felt Draca grab onto him a second later as they dived--almost a straight dive down--to land on quietly on the outskirts of the ruins.

Well. I came here to do recon. Lance let out a breath, his heart pounding. I just hadn't expected to meet someone so soon on coming inland.

He stroked Hooshah on the head, a long stroke leading toward her back, and she tilted her head slightly. For a few long moments they sat, silent, the chanting distant and muffled, before the aerodactyl ducked her head.

No guards, then. Not surprising; how many people were brave or stupid enough to do what he was about to do

[dive_npc]

Going closer would help prove that the chanting they were making was... no language Lance would have ever heard. Now, only Dagomon was speaking, however, and it was beginning to sound rather... wrathful.

[tamerofdragons]

Discreetly Lance moved his hand to his D-Reader and, hiding its glow under his body, brought it as near as he dared to the corner's edge to get as good a sound quality as he could manage. He set it to record--not on the comm network, just on the Reader itself. With luck he could find something in the library to give him a clue as to what kind of language it was ... or one of the people he planned to send it to would know what to do with it.

Otherwise his eyes flickered busily over the assembly, estimating numbers and digimon levels. Doing so made it quite clear that he and his team didn't stand a chance if they were discovered. There was only one digimon he wasn't sure he recognised: the tentacled monstrosity nearest to him. And even though he couldn't understand the language, the mon's tone of voice didn't exactly fill him with comfort.