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[fallin2bits]

Who: Rasputin, BartokDevimon, [Open to All]
What: The Arrival of the Mad Monk.
When: May 20th
Where: Meria

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The Terriermon had no idea why his tamer had taken him to this place. It was cold, icy, and his ears were nearly frozen over as he clasped them protectively around his tamer's neck like a scarf. He shivered, and gave a small whimper of sorts.

"Doing okay up there, Des?" Heather questioned, raising a hand to pat at the Terriermon's head. "You know, I told you that you didn't have to stay up there..."

"N-no, I'm f-fine!" Desmond chirped, giggling. "J-jus' enjoyin' the fresh air an' all!"

Without any words, but giving a slightly irked groan, Heather pried the Digimon from her head, slipping him inside her parka. Desmond squeaked in protest, then accepted the new carrying space with glee, snuggling against her.

"Nee, Heather's coat is warm!"

"Yeah," she agreed, taking a moment to glance out across the frozen wasteland of Meria, looking for anything that looked like an exit. A door maybe? A portal? Anything that would take her back home would suffice... But instead, her eyes met a ragged-looking man, clad in equally ragged-looking clothes trudging through the snow. Heather only stared at him blankly for a moment, before taking a step backward defensively. Maybe she should run or something... He didn't look like the safest of individuals.

Desmond poked his head out from a gap in the parka's zipper hold, peering out curiously at Rasputin. "Nee... Who's that guy, Heather?"

"Don't know." Maybe she should offer to help him to town, but... Until then, she will just watch, waiting for any hint of threat.