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[/color] she flitted her eyes, "why did you do that?" Her hands rolled over her face in an attempt to remove the access mud that coated her cheeks. Sure enough, that was a failed action for her hands had acquired their own layer of murkiness to make the bad, worse.

With a cackle much like that of a hyena, the Digimon rolled herself around the mud one last time before she found a pair of fingers probing her exposed tummy. Now in a full-on deep, rolling laughter, the pair continued to engage in their goofy antics for a wee bit longer. That was until they realized how foolish they truly looked.

Twenty-six years of age and she was behaving like a wild child; it was rather pathetic. And yet, Enya wouldn't change a thing about it. After all, it was the first time in a while that the two actually had this much fun. Perhaps the serious days were finally over! That would mean that only fun and exciting adventures lay in the wake. And that, they both agreed within their minds, would be a-okay by them both.

Moving around the main station, the pair decided they would look for some sort of clue that would help them decide where to head next. Gomamon X was quite satisfied staying here but Enya really wanted to explore some more of DO. In her mind, she was a real Indiana Jones and the thrill of an adventure beckoned her to come. After all, she was a writer; it was in her nature to poke her nose around different places and gather up a good story. Even if it was just some anecdotal tale of what she and her partner did, it would still prove better than nothing.

Pulling her ginger hair back into a pony tail, the woman shifted her pack so it was behind her rather than in front. Squatting down, the woman spied several off-road trails that could prove exciting.

"Indy never would have ventured into the unknown with a partner of the opposite sex." Eyes peeling around the area, she scoped out her options. Right now, no one proved worthy enough to trek into the forest with her. She wanted someone brave, strong, and handsome -- oh and around her age. Was that really too much to ask for?

Apparently so.

With a sigh, the woman took a seat on a stump. Propping her chin on her hand, the woman tugged out a sketchbook and decided she might as well draw while she waited for this "miracle man" to arrive.[/ul][/ul][/size]

[steven]

Spadamon walked on ahead. The white fur clean in stark contrast to their mucky surroundings. "Steven," the name still sounded odd after all this time. "Did ya hear about what's happened with the old group?"

His tamer, the human trailing by the digimon's side, merely hummed. Yes, he had heard what happened to them. They were involving themselves in more unnecessary fights. Their methods, while the same at a glance, served two entirely different purposes. His aim wasn't to become the best of the entire server. With all the changes, achieving and maintaining the feat would take plenty of dedication, hard work, and something they didn't have much of, knowledge.

They were headed to Suzaku City. While a Gate Card would make things a breeze, they could use some training along the way. It had been a long while (for them at least) since they had fought another opponent. Maybe it was time to find someone before --

"Woah, look at them!"

"?"

Spadamon had spotted a mucky pair not too far away from them, but that wasn't what interested him. It was strange that they were his age. Had they fallen? Did someone shove them down? (It was probably their foreign looks, but many people seemed to choose that style now.)

Steven walked to where she was, staring what she was drawing. "I wasn't aware you could draw here." He said casually.

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[/i] Her eyes lit up when the male addressed her by commenting on her drawing the a berry eating, muddy faced Gomamon X. Tilting her head upright, the woman wore a smirk on her features before she opened her lips to utter out a remark. However, before she could rattle off something witty, her partner came tumbling back to her side.

"She can do whatever she wants! She's the best. She's a writer and an artist. Smart, funny, beautiful! She's single, too."

Note to self, kill Gomamon X later. Naturally, her partner would try to talk the ginger up. Rolling into herself, Enya tried to hide the red flush that flashed over her cheeks. Had she taken her pony tail out and let her naturally fall around her face it would have made the task ten times easier. But, of course, that would require instant brilliance -- something Enya didn't always have.

With the hopes of redeeming herself, the green-eyed lass cleared her throat before returning to the conversation. "I've found that a lot of things here are possible. If you can think, believe, and feel it, you can make it happen… to some extent." Yes, that was a great recovery! There was no way Gomamon X could mess things up now. ...right?

"He's the opposite sex; maybe he would venture off into the unknown with us." Puffing out her little red chest, the Digimon's cheeky grin was directed toward Steven. "Eh, eh! It could be fun!" Blinking her eyes several times in a row, the little seal-like creature crawled over toward the male tamer. Nuzzling his leg, she cooed, "Ya know ya wanna join us!"

Facepalming, Enya began to wish that she and Gomamon X had just run off into the woods on their own. Not only would it have been less embarrassing but it also would have yielded better results. They would have gotten somewhere, somewhere away from all these people!

"Oh why are you doing that, Enya?" The Digimon stopped her schmoozing efforts and waddled over toward her tamer. "And why is your face red?"

Arms wrapping around the Digimon's mouth and neck, Enya tried to keep the squirming monster from uttering another word. Suffocation, Enya discovered, often worked best in such situations.

"That's enough from you, missy," she muttered while rising from the stump she was sitting on.

"You'll have to forgive her. I haven't given her a second lunch yet. She talks crazy when she's hungry."

Laughing it all off with a sheepish grin, the ginger stood there awkwardly staring at this handsome beau before her. For being a charismatic and highly sociable woman, she sure was looking like a fool. Why did things like this always happen to her?

Again, Enya cleared her throat. Relinquishing Gomamon X, she cleaned her hand on her pants before extending it before Steven. "I'm Enya and this is my horrid partner Gomamon X."

"Hey!"

With a bit of a growl and a dirty glare, she silenced the whining Digimon. "Anyway, the two of us were want to explore this area some. I, however, didn't want to go at this totally alone." Brushing her hair from her face, the twenty-six year old woman gathered up the strength to do the responsible thing and ask this male and his partner to join them. "Would you two have any interest in joining us on our little adventure?"

That seemed harmless enough, right? Despite the rocky start, Enya thought the pair might actually accompany them. If they declined? Well, they would just go back to waiting. Someone was bound to show up sooner or later.[/ul][/ul][/size]

[steven]

He watched Gomamon X's antics with an unchanging expression, but he did find it flattering. Spadamon was the one who acted more vibrantly. "Single? What's that supposed to mean? You're here, aren't you?" He didn't get it and Steven wasn't going to explain it to him.

" ... I see." Steven said in response, not quite sure what to make of it. He would rather be fighting than chatting. Extending this much favor for Spadamon to satisfy his curiosity was much as it is.

He didn’t quite back away when the digimon spoke up again, quick and rapid. However, he was inwardly growing more and more weary of the duo. Male, single … were these two out here literally waiting for a date? That didn’t make sense at all.

Thankfully the woman managed to get a hold of her partner and shut him up. Only Spadamon seemed disappointed, wanting his fellow digimon to elaborate. There were plenty of things he knew he was missing.

“If you say so,” Steven nodded, understanding her nervousness. “My name is Steven and –“

“I’m Spadamon.”

They were traveling on an “adventure,” and he wasn’t sure what to make of that either. It seemed more like something a child would say. An adventure is the game itself, yet they were here sitting and waiting for a … date?

“And adventure, huh?” Spadamon asked curiously, tilting the sword he carried slightly in place. He looked as though he were to actually contemplate it.

“I’m not sure about ‘adventure.’” Steven answered bluntly. He checked the time before continuing. "We're heading to Suzaku City." And walking there would be the best way to make use of their time. He cleared his throat, only vaguely aware that it might have sounded rude.

Spadamon jumped in with a save, “do ya wanna come?”

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[/color] the words founded foreign on her lips, "what say you, Gomx." Her English phrases were starting to come out in her Japanese.

Did she even need to ask? She knew her partner would agree. Still, it was nice to inquire, especially on the off chance Gomx didn't want to go.

Sure enough, though, the redheaded monster nodded in approval. "Yup, we'll join you. It'll still be an adventure as Enya and I haven't really explored much."

With a sheepish grin, the ginger nodded. "Yeah, I get caught up in the scenery that I spend all my hours drawing and writing. I like to take everything in. There's so much to explore here. So much to record. So much to share."

Her green-eyed gaze fell on Steven. She would need to sketch he and his partner one of these times. Perhaps while they were marching toward the city, she could whip up a quick outline. They both seemed easy enough to sketch. If she stared at them long enough, she could pretty much commit their faces to memory, would be useful once she returned to the real world.

Excited to now be heading someone where another Digimon to talk to, Gomx started to dash off in a direction - the wrong one. "This way, guys! We'll get there in no time."

At that speed, they would be lucky if they got there by next Monday.

Not moving from her spot, Enya looked over at Steven and his partner. "You came from that direction. If you were looking to go somewhere else, you would walk this way," she said pointing in the opposite direction her partner was traveling in.

Coming to a dead halt, Gomx looked over her shoulder with a "why didn't you say so earlier" expression on her cheeky face. "Oh sure, now you tell me." Flopping and flailing back to the tamers and Spadamon, she let out a panting breath of air. "I don't suppose we can find a route that's next to a stream," she inquired.

With a shoulder shrug, the tamer turned to Spadamon. "How good are your ears? Can you hear flowing water nearby?"

Perhaps walking beside a stream would extend the duration of the journey or perhaps it wouldn't. It still beat having to carry Gomx the whole way. Although she was small in size, smaller than your average Gomamon or Gomamon X, she was still heavy. Letting her swim would not only be faster but it would also be easier on Enya.[/size][/ul][/ul]

[steven]

He could tell they were disappointed when they turned down their offer. It was still a foreign thought to him, exploring the game for the sake of exploring. It was a waste of time. Training mattered. Having an eventual goal mattered. He kept silent, however, as he watched the two debate on joining them. His brow arched slightly at the strange accent.

“… So you are an artist then?” That much was obvious by the sketchbook she held and the fact that she was drawing here.

Spadamon watched with blinking eyes as Gomamon X hop-flailed across the ground. His type wasn’t really built for the land, which explained why they were here. There was plenty of water around. He can smell it – not that it was hard not to, they were in a swamp after all.

“Uh, yeah!” The lion digimon answered. Hefting his sword, he pointed to another direction. “Sounds like there’s a stream just over there. Comes with a land bridge for the rest of us.” Steven stared at his partner, mildly amused. This wasn’t their first time to the sector and it wouldn’t have been surprising if the digimon had already memorized the path. “We’ll be traveling alongside the stream then.” Spadamon determined, though his partner had already left him there.

“Steven, hey!”

The tamer stopped briefly and turned around. His gaze seemed to say, ‘what are you waiting for?’ before turning right back around and continuing on his path. Spadamon turned back to Enya and her digimon, “sorry about Steven,” he began. He motioned for them to come close, “between you and me, I think he’s just really shy.”

And with that, he followed after his tamer.