((Continuing from Late! Of all things, LATE!!
Lisa Valerius's ears had adapted to the repetitive click-clacking
of the Trailmon, and she didn't mind the couple of bumps over the road. Lisa had hardly noticed since she had fallen into deep slumber after such a tiresome, exhausting day. Chugging over hills and pass plains, the digital monster train headed towards a dome that shined quite brilliantly high above the area.
"What's that?" she leaned in towards the Psychemon and inquired.
"Trailmon Station." he replied quite brusquely after seconds of silence. Garrion's eyes turned away from the window as he seemed distant while pondering about what a human could not possibly understand. Lisa seemed to take the hint and sat quietly from then as she carried a gloomy expression that Psychemon seemed to ignore.
Rather bored after the conversation had died down so quickly, the female human started to play around with the irremovable watch that had latched onto her right wrist quite securely. No matter what she might try or how hard she pulled, Lisa grew wary and tired of it. Before she could explore its functions further, a shrill whistle sounded high in the air, momentarily deafening her ears.
Breaking his trace of thought, Garrion looked up fro the floor and grimaced. "I hate that whistle. One day when I rule the world, I'll be sure to set it on fire." he commented to Lisa's concealed horror.
The train gradually slowed and stopped, and Lisa was glad for the trip to stop at last. Garrion hopped off his seat immediately and tapped his foot on the ground. "Hurry. Things to do; places to be; the world to conquer!" he yelled at her rudely.
It'd been a while since she was ever ordered around like so. Everyone on Earth seemed to keep their distance since she had built a wall of solitude to isolate herself. People seemed content to go around and continue their lives by ignoring her or giving her some sympathy when they heard of her past. But Garrion didn't know either, and it'd just be a matter of time before she shoved him away when finding the way back to Earth. Or so that was what she wanted to convince herself.
Reluctantly, she hopped off the comfy, luxurious seat, and walked over to Psychemon. A thought suddenly occurred to her. "This train... it's alive?"
"Yes, yes, it is." the impatient answer was before Garrion began to head towards the doors of the train that had already been propped open miraculously.
Lisa Valerius followed but stopped at the door after a brief moment of hesitation. "Thank you." she whispered, half-thinking that the Trailmon wouldn't hear or couldn't care less. A gruff voice replied back, "You're welcome, human. I'm glad to have someone ride once and a while, eh? Ever need a ride and just call meh." Though the girl couldn't see the train's face (for she was in one of the last cars that it pulled, it was as if she could tell that the Trailmon was smiling and in good spirits, possibly even taken aback to find a human thanking it for its service.
She blushed and headed off to Psychemon in hopes that nobody else would notice. But then again, the station looked quite empty since it was so early in the morning in which dawn had just broke. "Hm? Where's Milo and Blitz?" she asked.
"Gone." Garrion replied.
"What?!" a pang of panic hit her immediately, and she didn't want to believe in the truth of his word. "Why? How? When?"
"How do you expect me to surpass HIM if I stick around? We ditched them. I need to progress way faster to take him down one day." Garrion smirked.
It came to Lisa Valerius that Garrion just loved to carry his pride and ego. The Psychemon just had
to leave the big fat caterpillar and man from the 1940's. Agony and misery entered her face; her mood drastically changed.
"Let's move." Garrion grunted, turning his back to her, only to show explicit patterns of stripes on his back.