When this madness of being a Digidestined and having to regularly go to the Digiworld had begun, Seth Rollins had been content in the fact that he was the designated leader. His success had exceeded beyond his abilities in the WWE world, to this world of data. But then the truth was revealed- he was a replacement leader, because CM Punk was to have that title until he'd left WWE unexpected early 2014. Seth had tried to ignore it, move past it and hold the group together as best as he could. Seadramon had even been the first to get to the next level of power, thanks to the Crest of Courage reacting to Seth's presence.
He had grown accustomed to the world, and its ever changing ways. But this situation... this he could not abide by. That after over a year of Seth learning, growing and becoming better at protecting the Digiworld and its inhabitants- and, in some small way, protecting the real world as well- a new Digidestined had to be selected after Ricardo Rodriguez, Alberto Del Rio and AJ Lee had all left. The one person he hadn't expected to be chose for the group was his former brother. HIs former Shield mate. The bane of his existence for the last year, who had made his life a living hell... Dean Ambrose.
The man who had greeted them when they became Digidestined, Luke, had been determined that there be eight Digidestined, and the reason why became clear when he'd divided them into teams of two to clear out more problems happening around the Digiworld. Which would've been ok, except that Seth ended up teamed with... you guessed it, Dean. He stews over it, hating that out of everyone, he and Dean are the only ones teamed together who hate each other so thoroughly.
He grits his teeth as they walk a few feet away from each other, Seth's only relief being that Betamon is independent and can talk, while Dean's partner is still a baby and can only say the same thing over and over again- "Petit, Petit... petiiiiiiiiit..." He grimaces as the chatter continues on and on, the creature truly getting on his nerves. Worse than that is the fact that Dean continues to ramble on with him, moving his arms in that strange, blocky robotic style that gives Seth a headache every time.
Hand curling into a fist, he stops sharply and turns to glare at Dean. "STOP TALKING!" Dean skids to a stop, his eyes narrowing curiously as Seth glowers at him. "We are in this strange world, looking for dangerous whatever and you, neither of you will SHUT UP! I can't concentrate and I have a headache, so just... be quiet, dammit."
Dean smirks, pacing closer to Seth's side. "Aw, is widdle Sethy overwhelmed by his so-called leadership duties?" He wavers forward while walking, like he's drunk, and Seth steps backwards, watching him closely. "I can help with that, y'know... like I did with your title when I felt like you needed a break from it... Dean Ambrose, Digidestined leader, sounds pretty good to me."
"Your Digimon can't even walk on its own," Seth scoffs at him. "At least mine can walk and talk, attack and Digivolve. Yours barely even blows bubbles yet."
Dean is about to say something in response to this when there's a loud, raspy kind of throat clearing between them. Both of them stop short and look down as an aged Digimon, who looks suspiciously like an old man, walks between them. "Who are you?" Dean demands, losing his track of thought and a lot of his lunatic tendencies, though some of the nervous tics remain as he shuffles around, staring at the strange humanoid.
The old creature doesn't respond, staring up at Seth suspiciously before turning to Dean. "You are the leader of the Digidestined, yes? I have a message for you. Please follow me." He walks off, arms crossed behind his back, apparently not hearing Seth's protests and complaints.
Dean rolls his eyes and strokes under Petitmon's chin as he follows the other two, wondering what exactly this is going to be.
