(I'll be modding this myself, so all posts will be made on this post. Please, no one else post here in-character, for the moment, at least)

Cleo's nose sniffed the rancid air as they left the trailmon who didn't explain why he dropped her off at the wrong place. Immediatly as she stepped into the stench of the bog, she ended up getting one of her shoes caught in the muk.

She struggeled to get it out, and when it popped out with a small nosie, it sent Cleo backwards and into more mud.

"I'll definatly need new clothes after this," she muttered, unhappily.

Peter, the hagurumon, was quite safe from the grime considering he levitated. He helped Cleo up, and the two surveyed the area.

They were stranded, beacuase as Cleo turned around, she could only just see last of the trailmon heading for greener pastures along the rails.

"Well," she sighed,"It seems we're camping tonight."

Cleo was quite happy she had rembered to bring her back pack. While it may not have had alot of true 'caming' gear, it had towels, blankets, and a small bit of food and water.

"Peter, I hope you don't mind losing a day of behing haunted by our past," Cleo joked. However, Peter was distracted by an odd sound.

"Cleo... somethings not right...."

"Huh?"

"CLEO, GET DOWN!"

Without waiting for his command to be followed, Peter tackeled his tamer into the sludge. A throwing knife had almost impalled Cleo. It was stuck to a nearby tree, covered, as everything else was there, with muk and grime. Cleo got up, and before asking her digimon what the hell was wrong with him, she saw the weapon that had almost... well, she didn't really want to think about it.

Shadows of small digimon appeared, and started chanting some odd words neither Cleo or Peter understood. Peter lost his patience, and fired a cog at one of the shadows. The others disappeared, and the shadow fell. Peter and Cleo were about to escape when the digimon appeared in their way. It was a Igamon (Ninjamon.)

"Halt... You are the one they call Cleo Rania? Someone has enlisted me to kill you. You can make my job easy, or just make it hard for yourself. Surrender now, and it shall be quick and painless."

Cleo looked at the small digimon, who was already getting out what appeared to be a rather sharp dagger. Peter ran in front of his tamer, his little body covering very little of her.

"Hagurumon, evolve! Revolmon!"

A large, gun/humanoid shaped digimonstood where a hagrumon once did. Without losing a second, it shott an enormous bullet at the small digimon. Revol mon was sent back from the force. Somehow, Cleo miraculosly was able to dodge out of the way.

Igamon simply jumped over the bullet, and charged at Peter, strinking him in certian areas of his body. Peter tried to move, but was unable.

"Huh? Wait... what? I'm stuck... I can't move!" He cried.

"Heh heh," Igamon laughed. "I've disabled you're body movments, along with your chakra, now you can watch as I delete you precious...."

"Paraffin Paralyzer ," Yelled a new voice. Igamon suddenly burst into flames, and within a moment, disappeared. Another digimon came towards Peter. "De-evolve. It'll wear off then." Peter did so.

This new digimon had ... a candle for a body? This was new, thought Peter.

"I am Candmon. Or, rather, I call myself Kyo. I used to be a powerful Wizarmon, but lets not worry about that...."

Kyo turned to Cleo.

"Hagurumon, your tamer has been hurt."

"WHAT?"

Indeed, it was true. Cleo's breathing had slowed and an old wound opened. The one Erik's sword had created not so long ago. A shuriken was buried deep into the wound, and the blood began to cover even the most built up grime on her clothes.

Peter looked around.

"Cleo... oh no...."

-~-To be continued-~-

Peter turned to the newcomer callling himself Kyo.

"So, what can I do?!"

Peter turned to his tamer, his face begining to rust due to the sudden guhs of tears streaming from his eyes.

"Oh god Cleo... for god's sakes, don't fucking die... don't fucking die...."

The Candmon hopped through the sludge to get to the desprate digimon.

"We get her to safety, and let her rest. You know... maybe I'd be best if we took her to Grace's hospital."

Peter sniffed and agreed. The two digimon carefully adjusted the bleeding tamer in their arms and slowly carried her through the stinking marsh. They arrived at the rails, overjoyed to see a Trailmon wiating for them, or so it seemed.

The Trailmon looked at the tamer and closed it's door.

"Hey, what's the big idea," yelled Peter.

"Hey, don't you dare put that thing in me... my upholstry is so delicate...."

"Let me handle this," said Candmon.

The small candle digimon went to the side of the trailmon, and began tickling it with it's flaming hands. Peter dragged Cleo in before it noticed, and Candmon quickly followed after. The Trailmon growl and cursed quite a bit before starting the journey back home, decideing it'd be best to get 'that thing' out of him as quick as possible.

Candmon and Peter giggled, despite the bleeding tamer infront of them.

(I guess I get .1 DEP for Candmon/Peter defeating Igamon.)