Faith was irritated, or rather, extremely pissed off. Dashielle had delivered her terrible news, she was far, far away from home, with none of her wardrobe or accessories to choose from, it was basically a living hell for a spoiled girl like herself. And now the other two members of their group had left without warning, and she was all alone with the geek of the year, whose digimon partner was a gross little bug she couldn't help but want to swat out of the air. It couldn't get much worse.
She hastily got dressed, much to her dismay, in the same clothes she'd been wearing since they'd arrived there. As much as she liked this outfit, she never wore the same thing for more than a few hours, and she was beginning to feel disgusting and dirty in them. Her knee high purple boots were suddenly starting to seem like a horrible idea, although if she'd known that she was going to be sucked into another world completely, she would have dressed more suited for the occasion. Too late now.
She wandered down the clay hallways of the "mansion," until finding Dashielle and Rosemon in the main hall. Dash looked ready to leave, with a bag slung over his shoulder, and Puroromon hovering by his shoulder, Monmon was also for some reason by his side, which Faith felt a little bit betrayed by. But no matter, she approached them, still somewhat sleepy and unimpressed with their current situation.
"Good morning," Rosemon quipped, flashing her a smile that was clearly being faked. The female plant digimon was clutching onto the egg that Agumon had left behind, when he'd been destroyed by Leviamon. Faith was confused as to why they were so adament on keeping it, until Rosemon explained to her that Digimon never truly die, they are just reborn. So apparently, Terra's Agumon would get to come back to life, but Terra herself was gone forever. That hardly seemed fair.
"Speak for yourself," Faith snapped back at her, "How could you let the other two piss off on us like this?"
Rosemon was taken aback by the girl's rudeness, but answered calmly, "I have no control over what they do. They chose to leave and pursue the demon digimon in their own way, and as long as the job gets done and the digi world is saved, I don't really care how you kids go about it."
"Well, I'm already sick of these demon digimon, and I've only met one. I'm not interested," the purple haired girl said angrily, she made sure to glare at Monmon, her supposed partner. The monkey's expression stayed blank as always, and she was seriously starting to doubt that he had any thought process at all going on in there. Either way, the fact that he was at Dashielle's side and not her own, was hurting her feelings more than she expected it would.
"It's not that easy," Dashielle sighed, "in order to go home we need to do it. Rosemon can't send us back until they're all destroyed, it's just the way it is. You know that, we all do."
"You're lying, you can send us back, you just want to keep us here to do your dirty work."
The flower digimon laughed, "please. The previous generations of humans were gods compared to this bunch. If I could send you back and summon some real warriors, I would. But I can't, so I need to work with you, and you need to work with me."
Faith crossed her arms, and pouted. Things weren't going smoothly at all, and it seemed that no amount of begging, or being bitchy, or complaining, would make Rosemon send her back to earth. It dawned on her how futile everything was, and how she was just going to have to go along with whatever plans the digiworld had in store for her, whether she liked it or not.
"Fine. But we don't even know anything about these demons, or where to start looking for them. And it's not like we could destroy them even if we did find them, Terra was stronger than any of us and she was taken out. We don't stand a chance."
Dashielle seemed to agree with this point, he nodded slightly and looked to his own partner, who was tiny compared to Monmon, Lopmon, and Mikemon, and even more miniscule compared to beasts like Leviamon.
"This is true. You are much weaker than she was," Rosemon admitted, "The digimon you are partnered with when you enter the digiworld speaks volumes about your own strength, and you are quite lacking. No offense to Puroromon, and Monmon, but it is worrisome. You will have to unlock the powers of digivolution in order to succeed in your mission."
"You mean like when Agumon transformed into that giant dinosaur?" Dashielle asked.
"Exactly. I didn't start out a powerful mega level digimon myself, you know," Rosemon sighed. The egg in her arms remained lifeless, and Faith briefly wondered how long it'd take for it to hatch. Maybe with Agumon on their side, even without Terra, they'd be able to defeat the demon digimon. But who knew at this point.
Rosemon gave them some basic supplies, and informed them of where to start. Apparently there'd been some disasters occurring in a village nearby, but other than that, they were given no direction. Faith wasn't a fan of camping, let alone venturing into the wild for god knew how long, to track down giant monsters that wanted to kill her. But there wasn't a choice in the matter.
Bree found herself in a city, after only a short walking distance from the village. She was comforted by seeing buildings, stores, and other familiar things that reminded her of earth, but offput by the lack of activity. There were no people, no cars, no sounds except the eery echo of her footsteps on the pavement, and the sun setting above made it seem all the more creepy. Lopmon was uneasy as well, but too timid to suggest turning back, she remained on Bree's shoulder while they explored the ghost town.
It'd only taken them maybe ten hours to reach this point, and Bree wondered if Rosemon was even aware that a much bigger living area existed a short distance away from her falling apart village. Or maybe Rosemon did know, and had good reason not to go here, which was a startling thought.
After several blocks, Bree was beginning to hear things, and see things in the corner of her eye. She attributed them to being exhausted and paranoid, but the lingering feeling of being watched wouldn't leave her alone. The sun was almost completely down now, and there were no street lamps to guide her or put her at ease, and she was starting to think that venturing in had been a horrible idea. She was about to turn down a new street, when the sound of a voice made her jump out of her own skin in terror and surprise,
"I really wouldn't go down there," it said. It was a male voice, snarky, but young. It didn't sound particularily evil in nature, or like a digimon, so Bree turned to it, fuming.
"Fuck, are you trying to give me a heart attack?" She demanded, Lopmon had left her shoulder and was poised to attack at her feet. Which, was not very intimidating looking considering she was a small purple and brown rabbit.
The voice belonged to a guy, Bree guessed around 20-something years old, who just appeared out of nowhere with seemingly no other intention but to scare the shit out of her. He was much taller than her, probably around 6 feet, with blue black shaggy hair and gray eyes. He was rocking an orange flannel shirt, black skinny jeans, and obnoxiously purple sneakers. In any other situation, Bree may have found him attractive.
He wasn't alone however, he had a rather large digimon at his side. It was a weird cross between a lizard and a dog, with tiny black bat wings on it's shoulders, and a long flowing fox tail. Although it was light purple in colour, it looked fierce and was probably extremely strong, it had a snarl on it's face, revealing it's razor sharp fangs.
Bree almost regretted snapping at them, if only because Lopmon would be in danger should they choose to attack. They didn't however, the guy just looked her over once or twice, and noted out loud, "You're not as feminine as I like them, but you'll do for now."
"What are you talking about? Who are you?" Bree glared.
"No, who are YOU. This is my territory, my city, and I am telling you right now, you do not want to go down that road, or you won't make it to see the sun come up tomorrow."
The purple lizard-dog growled and approached them, it's jaw chattering. Bree was definitely thinking that entering this city to begin with was a horrible idea.