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[mai]

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Starry Dawn

"Tropical." It was a forever stretching oasis, filled with palm trees and the comforting swaying sea. Sand could be seen everywhere, whilst there were shells of various sizes that had mysterious and simple patterns. It was a quite fitting place to be explored first, while it also held a uncountable amount of inspiration, especially for a artist such as Skyla. However as it were a beach, there were some unwanted guests, actually not only some but hundreds of people who seemed to be relaxing or fishing, perhaps both. This was obviously something which Skyla was rather against, her mind couldn't possibly allow her to stay in a place with too many people flocking around. This is what cause her to relocate to find an area in the same location that didn't have preferably anyone nearby, her mind was set on attempting to gather ideas for perhaps a sketch or maybe even a painting. That was her main reason for coming here as she never once seen a beach with her own eyes, living in a city area and all. Coming here wasn't her idea at all, actually she wouldn't of known about this place if it wasn't for her digimon, who she nicknamed 'Prism', told her about this place. It was her first session within 'DO' and it felt as it was a breath-taking experience for her. Though having a digimon trail her around felt a bit nerve-wracking for her, what if this beast that was made out of pure data was recording her, sending her information to a third-party. That idea was enough to make her shiver.

"Yerr- know lass, you could at least introduce yerr- self to me properly. Not ask'n yerr- to courtesy or anything." Skyla took a glance at Prism, who seemed to have a rather irritated glance in it's eyes. She actually figured that this creature would already know who she was, after all it was her digimon. Perhaps it did, but was rather a gentleman character. But it was just a pile of data right? Skyla turned away, swatting away the suggestion right out of her mind. Truth be told, she wasn't really fond of this creature, actually maybe slightly scared of it. However the building blocks appearance of it was rather. . . friendly looking. Even so, she just couldn't try to say something to it. But it's personality nudged at her quite a few times till she gave up holding herself in. "Cuu." she said rather silently, with one eye looking directly at Prism. "Cuu yerr- say? An very odd name to choose." Prism was quite right, she did think that her username was rather a weird choice. 'cuu☸luu' didn't seem to hold much meaning to her, the choice of the name was a rather random thing that struck her. Much like her idea for paintings. Perhaps that's why she was quite eager to choose that as a username. "Prism." She stopped walking, pointing her finger to her digimon. "Eh?" Skyla took a deep breath and spun around to look in the opposite direction, "That. . . Is your new name." Prism seemed rather confused at the sudden words of it's new master, however he smiled nodding his head. It was actually the first whole sentence that Skyla said to her digimon, and her whole face was flustered. Prism couldn't actually notice that as she was face away from the digimon.

Their travelling came to a slow halt, as Skyla observed around her very diligently. It seemed that the duo were completely isolated from everyone, unless there were a couple of people lurking within the sea. With that known, the quiet young girl took a little twist in personality as she started running around from place to place after giving everything a glance. It seemed that she was observing everything that was new to her, a way for her to easily gain inspiration for that painting that she was planning to create later on. Prism just sat down, on the soft yet hot sand, staring at it's master. It didn't really have much of a opinion of Skyla, after all she seemed rather weird and hard to figure out. Giving off a hefty sigh, Prism begun to play around with the sand that reside in front of it, to pass the time a bit faster. Skyla was still wandering around staring at the gigantic shells in particular, it was really strange how each of their patterns gave the sea a rather different look if you were to look at the two together, or so Skyla thought. Maybe she was thinking of creating a picture with various amount of patterns that were actually waves, as the sea would stop to an red and orange sky. It was a rather basic yet effective plan, but she wasn't really sure about it. Perhaps it was due to the fact that she was couldn't quite get the right shade for water whenever she tried to draw it. With a stressed look, she walked back towards Prism, who seemed to be drawing meat on the sand. Plumping herself next to her digimon, she stared at the sand drawing and at Prism. She could only think of one thing right now to calm her stress. "Sand castles."

ARTISH STROKE; created by MAI

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[xavirne]

The pair had gone from one area to another with not much luck in finding someone to converse with, save for one another. What stared out as a pile of data soon became more than just numbers. It was quite entertaining, Falcomon that is. He was a rather witty one, which was exactly what Sam needed in his life. Someone that was all jokes and fun to counter Sam's usual lack of emotion.

As the two kicked it in the sand, they eventually found themselves overwhelmed by the general public. Falcomon didn't mind but he could see that it was wearing Sam thin. With his winged hand, he took Sam away from the growing crowd and toward a less dense area.

Around a bend, over a rock, through a skinny crevice, the two eventually found themselves in an area that really had only two people of interest to them -- if you could call the Digimon a "human."

Instantly, the bird Digimon sprinted from Sam's side and wobbled his way on up to Cuu and Prism. Wings flapping and a grin on his features, he couldn't help but overhear the conversation about sandcastles.

"Oh, Sam, could we join them in making a sandcastle?" Those large bird eyes swallowed Sam whole. How could he say no to something that cute?

Caving in, the lanky raven sauntered over to the pair and flashed the little lass a sincere grin. He wanted to ask her why she was here all alone and then he recalled that this was all just a game. "Hello," his voice was hardly above a whisper, "I'm Sam and this is my partner Falcomon." He had yet to come up with a suitable name. Perhaps, over the course of building this sandcastle, he could come up with something.

"We couldn't help but overhear that you wanted to make a castle. Would you object to our joining?"

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OOC: Bleh, sorry this post sucks. My mother is here so I'm being cut short. -_-

[mai]

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CANDY ARTISTS', PAINTING WHILE MUNCHING

Noises. She was pretty sure she heard voices of some kind nearby. Could of been her cautious nature but she her carefulness wouldn't let her ignore this noise. Just as she was planning to investigate an creature appeared in front of them, having a resemblance of a black bird. It was pretty certain that this was a digimon. "H- huh?" She said in confusion wondering why this creature was there, after all, there's barely any wild digimon in this area. That was when a man popped out of nowhere, giving a polite greeting. That's when Skyla gave off a disgusted face, distancing herself from the man. She wasn't really fond of their kind, men were always foul and bad mind, a simple hello means nothing.

"W- what would you want?" She spoke in a bitter tone, as Prism just stared, without much of a word. He was just examining his tamer, as he couldn't really figure her out. Also the one who just entered the scene seem like they mean no harm. But was odd to Skyla was the fact that they knew about her plan to make sandcastles. Were these two eavesdropping, that just gave much more of a reason to not trust this guy. "No." she muttered with haste. "Leave." she walked away from the three, to shore, where she begun to poke around at the sand. "Don't worry bout the lass, she's the shy type." Prism spoke with a southern accent. It would really be a waste to let new people leave just like that.

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CANDY ARTIST STROKE; created by MAI

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Almost instantly, Sam wished he had never even bothered. He simply hated when people behaved as such, judging him on the outside rather than getting to know what was in his core. So what if he looked like some boring loser? Didn't mean he was truly one. Maybe it was all just a facade. Or maybe it wasn't.

With her very instructive command, the raven turned on his heels to find another place he could go. Granted, at this point, he just wanted to leave. If everyone was this rude, he would surely get the snot beaten out of him. He was a lover, not a fighter. And to be "bullied" by someone half his age? Well, that was just downright pathetic.

Thank goodness her Digimon partner spoke up before Sam slunk away. Prism's little side remark, although heavily southern, did click within. It made sense. She was a little girl in this big and crazy world. Of course she would be shy and afraid of anyone that approached, especially to a male as tall as Sam!

Squatting so that he was at her level, the blue-eyed beau let his little side grin hold a spot on his face. "Not to toot my own horn, but I am pretty good at making sandcastles."

Completely ignoring the girl for a second, Sam's hands dug into the sand and began to pile the coarse stuff here and there. Patting it down and adding water, he slowly started to form one of the outer walls to the palace. It wasn't too impressive but it had that rough draft look to it -- a sign that he was a planner and capable of making something amazing.

"Oh we should get a flag!" Falcomon gleefully exclaimed. Looking at Prism, he gave his fellow Digimon a reassuring grin. "Want to see if we can find a stick and leaf we can use?"

Running off to do his own thing, Sam was left alone with the castle. His partner, although not directly at his side, was still in earshot. Scanning the waters for shells to decorate the palace with a brilliant idea.

Turning his attention to the little lass nearby, c0debr8kr-Sam shot a quick glance at her. It was a reassuring look accompanied with a sincere smile. "I promise, I won't bite. I'm more of a hugger if anything," he admitted.