Joaquin leans back as Bibimon zips around at his feet, chattering excitedly. Joaquin keeps an eye on him while listening to the digidestined try to debate what to do for Ariya. Big topics of discussion is Rhea yet again injured, and the strange schedule they're all holding this week between the international shows and NXT competing with Dynamite. He kicks his shoe off and nuzzles his socked foot into Bibimon, lifting him up off of the ground and teasing him by holding him a few inches off of the ground.
Bibimon chitters and laughs, clinging to Joaquin's foot, until he's placed securely back down on the ground, Joaquin smiling down at his partner. "Bi," he says. "Bibi!"
Joaquin is in mid-movement, wanting to move away from this tree he's leaning against and join the others, when a strange shadow covers him, leeching away the warmth from the sun overhead. He blinks hard and looks up, immediately yelling out in panicked Spanish. He rushes, scooping Bibimon up and scrambling over to the others. "Ay," he hisses out, burying himself in the crowd of digidestined. "What is that?!"
Luke glances over towards where Joaquin had come from and pales immediately. "Quartzmon," he says, taking in the long tentacles creeping from a round body high up in the air.
"I thought it was simply a tree," Joaquin moans. "I feel like I've just touched a huge spider."
"Thankfully, I don't believe you've touched him at all," Luke says. "Quartzmon have the ability to make data explode, or simply absorb it at the merest touch."
It's Joaquin's turn to turn pale. "Great. Lovely," he says slowly. "Uh, well, what are we supposed to do about him?" he asks, looking back at the digimon.
Luke stares at the tree that Quartzmon has claimed as his own. "I think he's set up there because of the proximity to my base. He cannot come any closer because of my various safeguards. On top of that, we have enough to consider and deal with considering Ariya's difficulties with Scorpmon. So I suggest we keep our distance, we stay together, and we avoid him unless he gets brazen and tries something. Alright?"
"Alright," the group choruses.
Joaquin agrees, but he hates every second of it as he continues to feel the weight of Quartzmon's gaze on his neck.