Ariya Daivari looks far from thrilled with his introduction to his new reality. "I don't understand," he mumbles, staring down at the small creature who is clinging to him, all white fluff and yellow wings, massive black eyes and pensively twisted lips. "Puttimon," he tries, watching his partner's eyes gleam as happiness overwhelms the creature's anxiety.
"Putti! Putti!" the baby cheers, hopping up and down excitedly.
"O- Ok, calm down," he struggles to hold onto his partner. "Everything's fine. Nothing to see here." His life's changed for the worst in the last few weeks. First, the trip to Saudi Arabia had ended poorly for him and his brother, and now this. He finds himself trudging behind a group of the Raw superstars as they wander around something called the Digiworld, looking for any creatures in need of help or villages in trouble, or... He scrubs at his forehead, feeling a headache coming on. Wishes someone he trusted was here with him, like Drew Gulak or something.
The group have stopped to discuss the maps on their digivices, Ariya not understanding the device yet, when he hears something. Looking up, he thinks he sees something overhead but doesn't speak up in time to stop the next few seconds- something hard impacts with the ground, cracking it down the middle right where they're standing and knocking everyone down or out, human and digimon alike. Ariya hits hard and is winded, Puttimon going flying, and he gasps, trying to roll over and collect his partner, but before he can even try, there's a shadow over his prone body, his eyes blinking slowly as a tall, intimidating woman-like creature who is barely dressed hovers over him, a spiked weapon held over her shoulders. She barely seems bothered by its weight as she leans over him, her eyes locked on him. "Well, well, who do we have here?" she asks, kneeling down by him.
He shudders, a kind of frigidity coming from her, and he closes his eyes, trying to look away from her, her body, all of it. "Puttimon-" he tries again, just for her to touch him, grasp his face, force him to look at her.
"Do you not like what you see?" she inquires, leaning closer and brushing her body against his, the warmth of her bare skin brushing his leaving him twitching. She laughs, pressing her bizarre weapon under his chin, forcing him to look her in the eye. "It's alright, handsome. I'll take care of everything."
She's just moved forward when a weak, scratchy voice hisses, "Get away from him, you bitch." Ariya looks up and over with a struggle to find Seth Rollins fighting to get to his feet, eyes wide and digivice extended as Betamon stirs as well, energy flowing through the device to encourage his digivolution. "We've already destroyed one of your kind, it's no big thing to do it again." He coughs and wavers on his feet, causing Kinkakumon to laugh as she watches his struggles.
She brushes her lips against Ariya's and smirks down at him. "No worries, you'll see me again real soon. I promise." Her fingers fhost against his jaw and then she's gone, leaving him muddled and breathless, the warmth of her touch lingering with him even as he staggers over to Seth and the others, trying to help him revive all of them.
"What was that?" he asks, still confused, aching, and uncomfortable with the woman's attentions.
Seth exhales. "That..." he hesitates, still trying to shake Chad Gable awake. "That was evil." They exchange glances. "She sounds interested in you. I would definitely keep my eyes open in the future."
"Perfect," Ariya mumbles. Just what he needs to cap off an already awful week. A thirsty woman searching for some attention or love or... whatever...
