posting order: mod post, celticwrath, inarx, phantom, redtide, silvermistshadow, missing cleo, trial

there was a moment of silence in the haunted house as several guests started to file into the area. what was a haunted house several months ago was now a mansion - a perfectly luxurious, noble mansion that seemed to be the abode of royalty. the silence around the house was just perfect, with the occasional rustle to remind all present that there was nothing out of the ordinary happening; the silence was normal in a house designed for the most lavish of parties and gatherings.

the door swung open, inviting the visitors to enter.

Four shadowy figures made their way onto the mansion grounds as the moon came from the clouds it hid behind. It revealed the figures to be a human and three digimon, all adorned in costume. The human was adorned in the armaments of an Irish knight, complete with plate armor and a green colored fur skirt. He had his Celtic longsword sheathed at his waist, he wore a shield on his arm which was emblazoned with the golden harp of Brian Boru, the last king of the Irish kingdoms.

The first digimon, which was a renamon, also wore armor, but that of a lighter kind. On her breastplate was a flour de leis, signifying that of the old kingdom of France. Her costume, was Joan of Arc.

The second digimon, a galgomon, was adorned in the fashion of a mercenary. He wore an eye patch and applied several fake scars to add to his own. He had purposefully left one of his Gatling guns at home to perfect the image that he was skilled as a mercenary in only using one gun.

The final digimon, a Gomamon, was wearing a jester’s hat and sported a red nose. His costume reflected his attitude at other people, that of a clown.

"Overall I say the costumes we made came out well" The renamon said, admiring her own set of armor, which was a bit heavy on her. Renamon were built for speed, not damage tolerance.

"Aye, I agree, but I think there’s one more thing I should add to your costume Aria" Sean said, plucking a nearby flower and perching it behind her ear. "The maiden of Orleans was known to wear one....it suits you better I think" the boy said, smiling at the renamon, who was a little flustered at the addition.

"T-Thanks" she stammered, smiling back as the other two digimon gagged comically.

"Now we wait for the others right Sean?" Arrow asked, scratching his cheek, as he watched the boy.

"That we do Arrow, that we do..."

Mia had chosen to show up alone for this one. Veebe had instead stayed at home, for the sake of a little bit of training.

What she was wearing was a costume with a pair of small white cat-ears with orange tips.
One fang on the right side of th e mouth. A pair of gloves, that at the end, have three fake cat claws, coming out of a big cat paw.
A torso-skirt jacket, that would end out in a, pretty short, skirt. At the back, two tails where sticking out.
And then two cat paw boots.
She was in a cat-girl outfit.

She slowly walked up towards the mansion. As she came nearer she could see that someone had already arrived.
She finally made it over to the mansion, and made a fast little bow at the group of four. "Hello" She said, and smiled at them.

Tarukae left Danu and Fallen at home and decided to go to a haunted house. He was dressed in battle armor that had a white chestplate and golden shoulder pads. Covering his stomach was a golden plate and a golden skirt armor blocked his crotch and the sides of his legs. In between the plate protecting his stomach and his skirt armor was a brown tail-like belt. He wore a skin tight blue jumpsuit underneath the armor. His hands were covered in white gloves and he wore white boots. He spiked his hair up from its messy style to a style where it stood straight up. Overall he looked like the popular Vegeta from the beginning of the popular Dragon Ball Z series.

Tarukae made his way into the mansion. He saw many different people, but didn't say hello to any of them. Instead Tarukae leaned against a wall.

Clad in a simple shirt with jeans, the teenager had not gone through painstaking lengths to make himself well-dressed for the event. For quite some time he had wandered in the compound of the mansion; he smirked as the mansion's door opened, and walked through it.

The atmosphere of the lavish surroundings hit him like a cold slap of water to the face upon his entrance. Never had he seen such ... luxuries in his life, what with fountains of water and a what seemed like a feast on the tables. Ein chuckled to himself and picked for himself a glass of punch, sipping it idly.

His hood was covering most of his head and face with this outfit, a hood that had a pointed 'beak'. It accompanied a mostly white outfit that included leather in some areas for protection. It was fairly obvious that he wasn't buying that they had just 'cast out' the ghosts and everything would be fine. Kiwoharu only ate a few selections out of the various fruits that were there and then took to standing by himself near a wall, away from Tarukae, who he considered dangerous and possibly a threat.

Jorris entered, in no costume, but he may as well have looked it in his night cothes. His usual crimson bathrobe, looking more like the robe of a king then that of an old man, draped around his shoulder. He liked Halloween, but decided to put no effort into his appearance. Dazed and confused, the old man sat down in a nearby chair, wondering what was going on. He had just been trick or treating with paws, a successful hull. she had eaten her fill, then fell asleep with a sugar coma. After almost freaking out, Jorris put her to sleep and opened and odd invitation inviting him here. With nothing else to do, he came. And noticed no one else was anywhere near as old as he. He would have to get used to that soon. That was months ago. Now it was the same situation. As he turned his head he saw a young black man enter the room.

The young man, Drak, was dressed nicer then usual. The original party had been nice, but canceled mid way through. An odd way to patry, but this was the digital world, and some excuses were given to the rampant weirdness. He had brushed his usually unruly hair and was in a fine white business suit complete with tie. He looked like business man who stepped right out of wall street. Perhaps a bit too formal for a party, but he was out of practice anyway. He eyes wandered the party. Many people he remembered form last time, and quite a few he'd like to get to know. His eyes lingered on a familiar figure in a blue dress.

Cleo wasn't used to parties. She wasn't used to a lot of other tamers in one room without a battle. Actually, when she was a young tamer, there had been many parties like this, around the same time, celebration of Joseph's birthday or whatever. She never knew why Joseph had been so important. She came in a formal strapless blue gown that came down to her knees, and was in blue heels. More and more, she had begun to look like an adult. she look around. A fe wpeople she recognized. No one she wanted to spend time with. She headed towards the punch bowl, noting the old man sitting in the corner.

She had a wonderful costume planned out for the party, she really did. Until Quinn, that klutz, thought it was just dirty clothes lying around the apartment and threw the thing into the washer with everything else. And of course the dress was ruined. Kateri sighed and smiled weakly. Gosh, I'm sorry, the girl had said. Here, you can wear the Sorting Hat to the party. I'm so sorry. You like Harry Potter right? Maybe we should get that costume we saw in the mall the other day. I'm really really sorry. I'll do the cleaning next week. I'm sorry.

And that was exactly what Kateri did. She really didn't have a choice, did she? The Piyomon pulled on a corner of the dull brown hat and half chuckled and half groaned. She had a makeshift wizard cape on and a wand that lit up when she pressed a button. Which wasn't too bad, but she spent quite some time making that costume.

She shrugged. Well, this was it. She was here now, and she was going to enjoy this. She looked at the feast on the table and laughed. Wait until she tell Quinn about this... That girl was so going to regret not coming here and staying home to read.

((well, make a note of which group (they were rng'd) you're posting for in your posts. xD aaaand try to escape from the rooms. inspect stuff that are in the room, and of course, use your logic as to what's in the room, 'kay.))

there was something amiss about the mansion. despite its lavish set-up, no one was there to greet them upon their entry. it seemed to be rather ... odd, but none of the party-goers seemed to notice something out of the ordinary. it was rather strange ...

ariana&tarukae
welcome to the luxurious stage, where dreams come to live quite literally. a voice rang out - to both ariana and tarukae. their visions would fade in and out relentlessly no matter what they tried to dispel their blurry vision. the sound of gas hissing could be heard by the two; was there a spray can somewhere that was spreading the whitish fumes?

and there seemed to be smoke ... or was their sight deceiving them? they were both lying against each other, back to back, while slumped against a wall; neither of them were bound by ropes or chains, but their movement seemed to be restricted by the gas. it seemed to be wise to wait until the gas diffused out of the room they were placed in ...

it was not obvious to either of them, but they seemed to be trapped in something that could be accurately described as a rather lavish victorian-style bedroom, if only because of the massive four-poster beds that decorated the room together with a still-lit fireplace.


arrow&mia
welcome to the luxurious stage, where dreams come to live quite literally. a voice rang out - to both arrow and mia. their visions would fade in and out relentlessly no matter what they tried to dispel their blurry vision. the sound of gas hissing could be heard by the two; was there a spray can somewhere that was spreading the whitish fumes?

and there seemed to be smoke ... or was their sight deceiving them? they were both lying against each other, back to back, while slumped against a wall; neither of them were bound by ropes or chains, but their movement seemed to be restricted by the gas. it seemed to be wise to wait until the gas diffused out of the room they were placed in ...

it was rather obvious, purely from the scent of antiseptic spearing through the odorless gas and whitewashed walls, that they were in the mansion's infirmary.


sean&drak
welcome to the luxurious stage, where dreams come to live quite literally. a voice rang out - to both sean and drak. their visions would fade in and out relentlessly no matter what they tried to dispel their blurry vision. the sound of gas hissing could be heard by the two; was there a spray can somewhere that was spreading the whitish fumes?

and there seemed to be smoke ... or was their sight deceiving them? they were both lying against each other, back to back, while slumped against a wall; neither of them were bound by ropes or chains, but their movement seemed to be restricted by the gas. it seemed to be wise to wait until the gas diffused out of the room they were placed in ...

it might not have been obvious, but there was a certain humming sound coming from somewhere near the two of them. the ground, too, seemed to vibrate ever so slightly in accordance with the humming - perhaps they were in the basement's generator room?


tyerel&kiwoharu
welcome to the luxurious stage, where dreams come to live quite literally. a voice rang out - to both tyerel and kiwoharu. their visions would fade in and out relentlessly no matter what they tried to dispel their blurry vision. the sound of gas hissing could be heard by the two; was there a spray can somewhere that was spreading the whitish fumes?

and there seemed to be smoke ... or was their sight deceiving them? they were both lying against each other, back to back, while slumped against a wall; neither of them were bound by ropes or chains, but their movement seemed to be restricted by the gas. it seemed to be wise to wait until the gas diffused out of the room they were placed in ...

a cold breeze could be felt against their skin - the chill was very much out of the blue, and soon, the cold would start to become unbearable. this could have been none other than the chiller room in the kitchens, and the cold would soon consume one, if not both of them - a small seal was nothing in the face of intense cold.


cleo&kateri
welcome to the luxurious stage, where dreams come to live quite literally. a voice rang out - to both cleo and kateri. their visions would fade in and out relentlessly no matter what they tried to dispel their blurry vision. the sound of gas hissing could be heard by the two; was there a spray can somewhere that was spreading the whitish fumes?

and there seemed to be smoke ... or was their sight deceiving them? they were both lying against each other, back to back, while slumped against a wall; neither of them were bound by ropes or chains, but their movement seemed to be restricted by the gas. it seemed to be wise to wait until the gas diffused out of the room they were placed in ...

there was a strange scent in the air - musty, and almost dusty. both of them would feel as if something, no, many things were watching them with intense eyes. the dry scent of parchment and oil and canvas was obvious, but not immediately recognizable - yet, when the smoke dispersed it would be clear to the eye that they were trapped in some kind of gallery.


ein&jorris
welcome to the luxurious stage, where dreams come to live quite literally. a voice rang out - to both ein and jorris. their visions would fade in and out relentlessly no matter what they tried to dispel their blurry vision. the sound of gas hissing could be heard by the two; was there a spray can somewhere that was spreading the whitish fumes?

and there seemed to be smoke ... or was their sight deceiving them? they were both lying against each other, back to back, while slumped against a wall; neither of them were bound by ropes or chains, but their movement seemed to be restricted by the gas. it seemed to be wise to wait until the gas diffused out of the room they were placed in ...

it wasn't apparent from the beginning what the room they were in, but eventually, the sound of nursery rhymes being chanted over and over was heard. first there was a rhyme about mary, and then it was georgie - it was a nursery.


twelve people, six teams, three hours. escape wasn't impossible, but difficult.

(red, let me just say, LOL your teams XD this should be fun)

Ariana

Welcome to the luxurious stage, where dreams come to live quite literally.

"Hmm?" Was all Ariana managed to say before the gas started pouring in, surrounding her, making her cough and splutter. Suddenly she found she couldn't move, that and she was back to back with someone. What was going on? Why couldn't she move? Who was behind her? She had no Idea what was going on and it was starting to freak her out.

When the smoke dissipated, she was slumped against a wall, blearily blinking to clear her vision. "Wha? What happened? Where am I? Who-" she started saying, getting to her feet with a clattering of her armor. She stopped mid-sentence when she saw who she had been placed back to back against, and hissed. It was Tarukae, Sean's and his team’s hated enemy. "You! What did you do? Where are we?" she demanded, glaring at the youth.

It was then she noticed they were in a very nice bedroom. With a fireplace and a lavish bed. If he gets any ideas.... she thought, turning away and retracting her claws.

She moved to the door, placing one hand on the door, one hand on the doorknob, and trying to open the door by twisting the nob and pushing. No dice. Then she surrounded her fist in fire and punched the door with all her strength. No result.

Growling, she walked away from the door, not looking at the boy. Her eyes were drawn to the fire, which captivated her and frightened her at the same time. It danced and licked the fireplace, hungrily, greedily.....

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Arrow

Welcome to the luxurious stage, where dreams come to live quite literally.

"What?" Was all Arrow managed to say before the gas started pouring in, surrounding him, making him cough and splutter. Suddenly he found she couldn't move, that and she was back to back with someone. What was going on? Why couldn't she move? Who was behind her? He had no Idea what was going on and it was starting to confuse him.

When the smoke dissipated he coughed and was leaning on the wall. "*cough* what the- What’s going on?" he asked aloud, blinking and looking around.

They were in what looked like an infirmary, or nurse’s office. Great, needles the rabbit man joked with himself, rubbing his head as he stood up. Luckily the gas wasn’t noxious or poisonous. There seemed to be more to this room than the giant rabbit man thought....or was that just the gas?

He looked around to see a human, a cat girl-costumed human to be precise. "Mia?" he asked quietly, squinting to make sure. "Mia! Are you ok?"

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Sean

Welcome to the luxurious stage, where dreams come to live quite literally.

"Where did that-" Was all Sean managed to say before the gas started pouring in, surrounding him, making him cough and splutter. Suddenly he found she couldn't move, that and she was back to back with someone. What was going on? Why couldn't she move? Who was behind her? He had no Idea what was going on and it was starting to un-nerve him.

When the smoke cleared, eh was coughing, a hand on the wall to steady himself. "What in the bloody hell was that?!" he snarled, looking around. He didn't like this, where was everyone? Where was Ariana? Who did this?

Not stopping to see who the person at his back was, he walked over the nearest door and tried to open it. Nothing happened. Growling, he rammed the door, which didn’t budge. "Come on, come on!" she shouted, drawing the sword and swinging it at the door. *Clang*.

Frustrated, he backed up and looked around, seeing the other human. "Hey, are you ok?"

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Tyerel

Welcome to the luxurious stage, where dreams come to live quite literally.

"Scuse me?" Was all Tyerel managed to say before the gas started pouring in, surrounding him, making him cough and splutter. Suddenly he found she couldn't move, that and she was back to back with someone. What was going on? Why couldn't she move? Who was behind her? He had no Idea what was going on and it was starting to frighten him.

When the smoke cleared, Tyerel shook his head to clear the remnants of the smoke and looked around, finding himself in a freezer. To him, the cold wasn’t that bad, it was even pleasurable, but he caught sight of the human, and his concern immediately switched to him.

"Hey, are you alright man?"

Tarukae heard a voice in the head. At the same time he lost all body control and smoke filled the room or at least his vision. He couldn't move at all. Suddenly fear began to sink into his heart. He was completely powerless at the moment. What if somebody killed him right now? Tarukae was scared to death.

The smoke slowly came out of his sight and Tarukae was laying against the wall, his body looked almost dead. His eyes were shut. Tarukae opened his eyes to see that the smoke was cleared. Tarukae tried to stand and he realized he could move again. Then he realized that some armored Renamon was yelling at him.

"That is awfully rude of you. Automatically accusing someone of doing something. Who is your master? He should have taught you more about not judging a book by its cover," Tarukae replied to the Renamon casually.

Mia was looking at Arrow. The little Terriermon she had met out in the swamps.
But something was wrong. She could smell him. Her vision seemed somewhat different too.
"Uh yeah, Hi Arrow." Mia said, her mind not being able to understand what had just happened.

-Mia's mind checking what happened-
...So...
I entered the villa.
Then I said hello to Sean and the rest.
Then...
That's right! The smoke! The smoke that petrified me, and somehow brought me here.
-Mia's mind finished chacking-
By now, Arrow would probably be somewhat freaked, since trough the whole time, Mia had been licking the back of her hand/paw, and occasionally meauwed too.

"What are you looking at Arrow?" She asked, she hadn't realized her cat-like way of acting.

It sounded creepy. Everything about it sounded creepy. Shivering, the teenager huddled behind a child's cot, unable to move and not even wanting to see the person he was back-to-back to.

The eerie sounds of nursey rhymes continued to echo around the room. Mary had a little lamb ... Georgie Porgie pudding and pie ... This is the house that Jack built ... The voices did not stop - they sounded incredibly familiar to Ein.

He stared at the ground. Hard.

He knew there was something unusual about this place. Kiwoharu moved as soon as he could, but then became aware of the seal near him. "I'll live." He said. He stood up and began to look for an exit. He was sure that there was one in this place. His clothing could keep him warm for a few minutes at best, so he needed to find the exit soon. He made sure to move slowly enough that the seal could keep up, periodically checking on his 'friend' here. He vaguely remembered this one from the swamp, where he had disappeared suddenly.

Drak

A voice, a blackout, then re-awakening in a strange room. Drak felt like he'd gone back to the good days of 2006. But he was sure he hadn't done anyhting that night... no, he'd been clean for a year or two now. He was sure of one thing, though. His head hurt massively. Someone was behind him, emphasis on the was. Too blank to really react, Drak looked around, nothing the boiler. Were they knocked out by the gas? Were they repairing it? The plurals in his thoughts made him finally focus on the other person there - a tall young man who he remembered at the original party.

The man asked if he was okay, after trying to open a nearby door. Drak nodded, and started getting up, then noticed that the man had a sword... oh jesus christ. Was he still hallucinating. He tried to remain calm, and managed to lean against the wall instead of freaking out.

"I'm fine but... you're not planning to use that thing on me, are you? I'm very sensitive."

Jorris

There he was, in his lab, nearly 50 years ago. playing with his trinkets, his toys. They had been so simple to him, so easy to build. And it was always a delight to see how they ripped apart lives, figuratively and occasionally, literally.

Jorris awoke from his disturbing dream, covered in sweat. It was made worse by the sight he woke up to - a nursery. A reminder of his lack of children, and in a sense, his lost childhood. No, this was no time to look for symbolism. Wasn't he just in a party? The name 'Mary', no, 'Marie' echoed in his head as he stood up. It was so difficult without his cane.

He wasn't alone.

He turned beside him and saw a younger man. He wasn't doing anything. Jorris put a gentle hand on the boy's shoulder. "Young man... I'm afraid we can't just stare at the floor. We should be leaving."

Cleo

Cleo awoke. She shot straight up. He digivice was out. if anyone attack, she would be ready. if anyone moved, she would move first. Had they found out she was Insomnia's minion? it didn't matter.... few digimon were at the party, and though Cleo wouldn't be so rude to say it aloud, they looked weak. Pitiful, even.

There was no reason for Cleo to moved so quickly, thankfully. She was safe in a small room, and no one was attacking. In fact, it was eerily quiet. Se realized now what she felt so upset. And she knew what she didn't feel alone. Art was not something she was fond of, especially not when randomly presented with it. At leas there were no stuffy lecturers proclaiming how genius a red splotch on a white canvas was. She turned around again and discovered that she wasn't alone.

"Hello?"

She let out a soundless sigh and rubbed her eyes, trying to get rid of the imaginary (or so she thought) fog, and glancing around the new room. What had happened? She wondered. Did she fall asleep? It was true that she didn't sleep in late yesterday, but six hours should have been enough to let her carry on. As the fog started to clear, it became evident that she was inside some sort of a gallery.

She was lying against something hard and soft: hard being the wall, soft being...? The warmth left her abruptly as the human girl who was lying next to the Piyomon shot up like a bullet. Her anxiety was contagious; Kateri tensed and got on her feet.

It didn't take long to see that there was no threat in the room. Jeez, was that girl jumpy or what? The Piyomon relaxed again and looked at the tamer, this time more carefully.

"Hi," she chirped, sounding a little too happy for the situation. Well, she couldn't help it; like many Piyomon, Kateri was born with that sweet sing-song voice that sounded optimistic all the time.

((to make this easier for me and probably for everyone else, post according to teams. so sean and phantom are up first, followed by sean and inarx, so on and so forth. those with more characters post more times ultimately, but hey, you’re gaining post count in the process.))

ariana&tarukae
The Victorian-styled bedroom was rather warm, and it had an attached bathroom. The bathroom was incredibly chilly – especially one of the walls. It was rather strange, for there simply was no apparent explanation for the change in temperature. Perhaps, if the fire in the fireplace was out, the room would drop to similar temperatures as the bathroom. It would be best to not let the fire die out, for the cold would soon consume them if that happened …


arrow&mia
The infirmary was strong with the scent of antiseptic. Bottles upon bottles of medicine, all with faded or vague labels were in the cupboards that framed the west wall of the room, while a table was in the corner with several files upon it. The only window had heavy curtains covering it – should either of the two attempt to pull it open, they would notice that the window had iron plates boarding it up, preventing them from escaping through the window. Ultimately, the door was their only choice of escape.

Meanwhile, a shadow cast itself across the room – it was a rounded, rather stout body; it was hovering in mid-air. The figure would be familiar to the terriermon: it was none other than an overly-familiar patamon that called out to him in a strange, echoing voice. “Arrow … I feel so cold … and sleepy … where are you?”

As if on cue, several items dropped from a cupboard. Its glass paneling was already shattered by some unknown means; across the ground several tiny creatures went. They were bugs, black ones that clicked their pincers together as they marched on valiantly. “They’re consuming me … Arrow, please …” The voice continued to beg as the insects scuttled across the floor – were some of them eating the patamon from the inside out?

The voice that had spoken sounded oddly hoarse and gurgled, as if something was working its way up its vocal chords.


sean&drak
Naturally, the door refused to budge. The generator room was dark and damp; the silent whirring of the generator brought them some warmth, but eventually, a sense of claustrophobia and impending doom would be felt in the tiny room. Drak’s leaning against the wall brought along the sounds of bottles clicking against each other, and a piece of paper brushed past him and eventually stopped at Sean’s feet – but would they have noticed it?

On it was several words, evidently typed from a typewriter:

Was it referring to the bottles?


tyerel&kiwoharu
The cold was overpowering. There were several freezers in the room; most of them looked solid and unyielding. Within them were unknown contents; with the temperature as it was, it would soon be hard for the teenager to do anything with or without the aid of the baby seal.

A small, mechanical voice that oozed apathy spoke up – it was the freezing system.

“Cooling process due to take place in five minutes.”

Five minutes was a long time, but was it long enough for the both of them to find a way out? Only time would tell whether the ice age would arrive for the duo – especially for the boy. The seal, despite heightened endurance in the cold, would not be much of an opponent for rapid cooling.


cleo&kateri
The gallery was mostly empty, save for the few pictures. There was a picture of an old man whose eyes seemed to follow them as they moved – should they choose to – and next to it was a faded image of a bird upon a tree in a park; there was a bridge made out of bricks. Three creatures, mangled and mutilated was framed up within another image. A hunter was holding their carcasses, and there was the notable absence of a head on one of the things.

A stuffed moose’s head was somewhere above three of the pictures; something seemed to be stuck within its tightly-shut mouth …


ein&jorris
Something … was lurking in the shadows. Watching, learning, knowing what the two were doing. The old man was speaking to the younger one; there was no other interaction between them and the nursery. All for the better, it seemed – there was a sudden, loud crack; what used to be a table was now flipped over, revealing a concealed trapdoor.

It seemed that Jorris had trigged something simply by moving.

"Don't lecture me about manners" she hissed, the fur on her face bristleing in response to Tarukae's comment. "And I have no master, im on Sean's TEAM" Ariana said, folding her arms and scowling at the boy. "I've learned alot from Sean thank you! like about you and what you think of your own partners. So I think I know what the pages of your book say" she said, walking up to Tarukae and glaring at him eye to eye.

She walked away, her tail swaying back and forth as she surveyed the room. She rather enjoyed the layout, though she was stull ever weary of the boy in the room, alert to if her ever made a move that she didn't like.

She walked over by the bathroom and felt instant cold. "Its cold over here....weirdly cold" she said, sticking her hand through the door, as though raching for one of the walls, which was growing colder by the minute. She stopped just short of it, withdrawing her hand and turning to leave.

"Sean?!" Tarukae started laughing manically. "To think he has another digimon on his 'team'. Also for your information I am getting better with respecting my digimon. But we should get out of here. You said that over there is cold?"

Tarukae walked over to the wall that Ariana went to. He felt a sudden chill. The feeling was piercing. Tarukae's muscles tightened at the feel of the chill. He didn't turn away though and continued to walk forward to the wall. He felt especially cold now. "Cold things are usually brittle. So maybe thats the secret to this!" Tarukae let out a punch with all his strength at the wall.

While releived that one of Sean's human aquaintences was ok, Arrow was indeed a little bit weirded out by her behavior. She was acting very much like a tailmon, and it wasnt very normal for humans to act like such was it? Maybe that gas was affecting her...maybe they should get out of here so the human could get help that she might possibly need. But how were they to get out of this place? It looked as if they would almost have to break down a wall to get away. "Huh? oh nothing!" he said hastily, smiling at the girl a bit awkwardly.

“Arrow … I feel so cold … and sleepy … where are you?”

The galgomon stopped dead cold. That voice....it had to belong to him, there was no other! He wheeled on the spot and saw indeed the patamon, his patamon friend, his Javelin. "J-JAVELIN!" he said, running forward, tears coming to his eyes. He had waited so long, fought so hard, and now he finally found who he was looking for.

But all was not as it would seem to be, for suddenly there were insects upon them, swarming and inching closer.

"They’re consuming me … Arrow, please …”

"Jav?" Arrow said, looking around at the bugs, then back at the patamon. He didn't sound right, he sounded girse, bad, dieing. "Jav listen to me, your going to be ok you hear me?" he said, tears again filling the galgomons eyes, but this time tears of fear and desperation. These things, they were hurting them somehow, they were killing him. Damnit he wouldn't let this happen he wouldn't!

"GET AWAY!" he roared, wheeleing on the bugs and opening fire on them with his single gattling arm.

Clearly he couldn't see the human girl anymore...

"AH!" Mia screamed, as she saw the digimon floating in mid air.
"AAAHHH!" Another scream came as the small black bugs walked across the floor,making those terrifying clicking noises.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!" A third scream, this time as she was forced to jump down on the floor, forced to jump right into those horrifying bugs, to avoid being shot by the sharp and fast bullet's coming out of Arrow's gattling arm.

*Bugs, guns, ghosts... What is happening?!?* She though, curling herself into a ball on the floor, between the bugs, and Arrow's projectiles.

Sean smiled a bit appologetically when the other boy asked him abou this sword. "Ah, no sire. Was merely trying to escape from the room. Seems we were traped in here and forced against our will. Its alarming, I wan't to get out and find my friends, make sure their ok" he said, eyes darting around the room, trying to find a way out. It then dawned on him that maybe he offended the other boy. "Not to say theres anything wrong with you good sire, just that I'm worried about my"

*clink*

Sean blinked as the two bottles seemed to materialize. "What in the?" he wondered, looking down at a note that had appeared.

Drink me.

"I don't like the looks of this..." he said, eyeing the bottle suspiciously. 'What do you think sire?"

(My bad)

Drak was no longer tense. The young man was exceedingly polite, and seemingly had no desire to hurt him. This also made Drak assume he was not the one who had brought them there. The poor young man was nothing but another victim. Drak was about to reassure the boy when their eyes both fell upon a new element of the game.

Drink me? What was this, Alice in Wonderland. For a moment, Drak wanted to mentally deride whomever set up this plot as being unoriginal, but he had to give them points for using his favorite childhood story.

"Either it's poison, something to help us, or nothing. But if this goes by my knowledge of children's books and weird liquids, it'll either shrink us or make us sick." Drak hesitated for a moment. Even if it was poison, could their position be much worse. "I'll give it a try." Without giving Sean a moment to react, Drak grabbed the bottle, pulled out the stopped, and drank a few drops.

"Well thats always a good thing" Tyerel said bemusedly, following the boy as he walked. Despite the cooling conditions, he was feeling rather well, better inf fact then when he arrived. Still, he woudl be facing alot more cold than he would like to if he stayed in here. It would be even worse for the human, he didn't have his insulated fur. It was getting dasngerous, but hey, as long as they found an exit soon things couldent get any worse right?

“Cooling process due to take place in five minutes.”

Of course things could.

"And with that, we need to get out of here" Tyerel said, looking around quickly. "lets run, it'll keep you warm" he said, sliding along ahead of the boy. They needed to hurry.