"How is your arm feeling?" Lunamon's voice is soft, muffled from the folds of Wade's jacket. It's too warm to wear it in the balmy Florida weather, even in October, so he'd had to ignore a good amount of strange stares from people passing him at the water park, but he ignores them. His Digimon partner doesn't get to see the water often enough, considering she has control over water-based attacks, and this seems like the best option outside of the beach, which is generally even more crowded and harder to be inconspicuous at.
He rotates said arm, careful not to dislodge her, and grins briefly when she releases a sharp giggle, not expecting the gust of wind that sweeps through the fabric surrounding her. "Better every day, I'll be returning to the WWE soon... and then we can resume being Digidestined properly."
"I'd like that," she says softly, closing her eyes as he reaches under the sleeves and strokes her forehead.
"So would I," he agrees, continuing to walk around. He's trying to find somewhere quiet enough that she can come out and swim for awhile, but he hasn't succeeded in his mission yet.
She stirs, causing the jacket to wiggle, but before she can voice the suggestion that they try again some other day, Wade bumps into something, the impact causing him to gasp lowly. "Lunamon," he says tensely, relieved when she immediately frees herself from the jacket and settles on his arm, staring at the strange gold ball floating at Wade's chest level. "What is this?"
She examines it for a long, tense moment, before shaking her head. "Nothing I've ever seen before, Wade. What do you want me to do?"
"I don't know," he breathes. "It's not doing anything..." And he's right, the thing seeming quite content to just float in mid-air. There are no obvious facial features, the thing is just... spherical and gold, gleaming in the sun. Wade and Lunamon exchange glances before she hesitantly leans closer and swats at it, her paw sending it a few feet back before it recovers and floats once more in front of them.
"What if it is summoning something stronger? Something I can't beat on my own?" Wade's fingers slip into the jacket once more at Lunamon's fretting, closing around the Digimental. "Wade... What should I do?"
He's tempted to just wait, see what happens, but such strategy had never done them many favors in the past. "Tear Shoot it, see what happens," he murmurs, glancing around at the few people scattered around who haven't yet noticed what's going on only feet away from where they're standing.
Lunamon nods and follows with his command, sending the now-familiar water ball out towards the sphere. It glistens, falling back a little bit from the impact, but it doesn't move. It doesn't detonate. It doesn't do anything. Lunamon glances up at Wade, who shrugs, and tries again, focusing as much of her energy as she can into one blast. This has the same reaction as before and she swallows, wondering if it's her not being strong enough or what exactly is going on. "Wade..."
He rests his hand on top of her head, trying to sooth her disappointment, both of them watching the strange thing closely as... it spins in place and disappears, Wade blinking and shaking his head. "Wait, what just happened?"
"It's gone," Lunamon murmurs. "Where did it go?"
"Let's go walk around and make sure nothing else is happening anywhere else." But everything is quiet, peaceful, and Wade frowns, glancing around. He feels like he's being watched, as if this all was a test and they had passed... somehow. Even so, he carries on, walking through the park once more, not wanting to leave the continued peace to chance.
They've wandered for almost an hour when Lunamon falls into a doze against Wade's shoulder and he smiles, glancing down at the small creature. He hadn't bothered hiding her and no one had said anything about the white creature hanging off of his arm, probably thinking it was a swimming toy for a child or something. Not that I've ever seen an inflatable raft like you, he thinks with a smirk.
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A tall, golden Digimon watches from the Digital World, his hand held up as multiple golden spheres surround him. "I suppose that Luke is correct. They've passed at any rate... I sense no animosity from them..." The spheres shift, rotate around his body a little faster, then calm down. "Soon... soon, we will try again..."
