Seth frowns as he looks over the large group of people before him. In terms of the draft, Raw had swept the board clean almost, taking a lot of people from Smackdown, and a couple from NXT. "Well," he says, clapping his hands together briskly. "Hello, all. I see we're all back together again here." He smirks, tilting his head back as the others quiet and stare at him, probably not wanting to trigger some rant or deranged laughing spree from him.
AJ Styles stares back at him, unamused as he pats Modoki Betamon gently. Next to him, Damien Priest kneels down to talk quietly with Arkadimon Child Mode, barely paying any attention what so ever to Seth. Rhea Ripley and Drake Maverick have their backs to the group, watching as Tapirmon and Gabumon run around, playing in the grass like a couple of little kids, tumbling and giggling. Carmella and Floramon are staring diligently at themselves in a pocket mirror, Carmella carefully retouching her makeup, while Tamina and Piyomon watch on incredulously a few feet away. Chad Gable stands off on his own a few feet away, Punimon bouncing cheerfully up and down in his palm, making soft little noises every few moments. Not far away, Dolph Ziggler watches on with a smirk as Impmon teases Bearmon, which only seems to be wiling Kevin Owens up the longer it goes on, but Ziggler still doesn't say anything to make his partner stop.
Seth rolls his eyes and claps his hands briskly, deciding there's just no way he's going to corral all of these people into actually listening to him. They'd just gone too long with people like MIZ leading them, especially with Asuka away rehabbing her arm right now. "Alright, listen up," he says with as much authority- heh- as he can muster. "It's our first day as a group, and we need to figure some things out. But for now, let's start off simple. There's a village not far from here, we won't even need to use the digiport. It's an easy enough walk." He points it out on the digivice map. "Got it? Good. Let's head out."
In the end, the walk wasn't the problem. In the end, the problem was walking up on what clearly was a baby digimon village and finding it burnt nearly completely to the ground. Seth freezes and stares, as shocked and horrified as the others. He leans down after a moment and picks up a melted, deflated little rubber ball and shakes his head, gritting his teeth against the reality of this situation. We were too late. Maybe if I hadn't...? But no, he knows there's no point in blaming himself, they have no idea when this was done, or how long it took. Strong enough Digimon could've accomplished such atrocities within a few minutes, after all.
The recently spilled data is thick in the air and it takes everything in Seth not to collapse to his knees and break down, but he squares his shoulders, determined not to crumble now. Not on his first few minutes as leader once more of the Raw group. "We'll figure this out," he says, looking back at the group of men, women and digimon before him. "And when we do..." His voice drifts away as he once more looks over the demolished baby village. "And when we do, we'll make them feel as much of this kind of pain as we can."
