Subject: Some Peace of Mind - - - [cuddles] 248 views

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It was a mystery as to why he’d wandered here in the first place. Terpsichore sought to find new things and go to new places, so the digital world opened up a whole new plane for him. Of course, he was expecting some less savory places as he was nice places, but wandering knee-deep into a swamp wasn’t the first thing he had on his mind.

Of course there were boards to walk on, but balancing them was sort of tricky. Trickier for most than for him; he was an acrobat, balance was his life… yet he still had a couple problems with slippery wood and occasionally dipping his boot into the muck. This time around, he wasn’t wandering aimlessly, at least. He’d heard there was an inn somewhere on the very far end, and he planned on getting there before he had to get out of the game again. More out of curiousity than the actual need to rest, but he’d always been a very curious creature.

His Renamon was a lot lighter than he was, so she jumped from plank to board alongside him, sometimes pulling up ahead. He didn’t mind it; all he wanted to do was get to his location, and he’d be set until next he came along. Perhaps in a few days, weeks, months… it depended on how in demand he was.

Lost in thought for a few moments, Terpsichore’s foot slipped on a particularly mildew encrusted board and he ended up, once again, knee deep in the swamp, but only on one leg. “Damn it…” He murmured under his breath, reaching out for the board and trying to drag himself back onto something dry. His Renamon turned, looking over her shoulder, before bouncing back towards him.

“Help me up.” And of course, she moved instantly on command, taking his forearm and beginning to tug. The mud had gotten in his boot, making him essentially stuck, and much heavier than he really was. Damn; knee deep in trouble before he even got to the inn.

[sir cuddles]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,border-bottom:1px #3f3f3f solid;] sir cuddles “O-hohohoho?” came Sir Cuddles’ haughty chuckle, the glee behind it clear and audible. What a surprise! Looks like the little monkey was out of his playing field in the swamp. Sir Cuddles recognized the player stuck on the mud. If it hadn’t been for the buddy legend that came with his name as Sir Cuddles approached him, Sir Cuddles wouldn’t have believed Terpy was on the ground for once. And stuck. “What do we have here?” he announced, swinging his high-heeled shoes in the air, the loose sleeves of his coat swinging with it “Looks like your skills are…SLIPPING, Terpy!” Sir Cuddles sauntered barefooted through the plank Terpsichore had slipped from. His black-polished toenails glared brightly from his pale, albeit muck-strewn feet. There was no mud past his calves though as he’d managed to navigate around the tricky pathways with perfect balance. He moved his feet forward one at a time with sureness of that of a former model’s who had done the catwalk a couple of times. There was no one behind him; Sir Cuddles had left Palmon X at the inn earlier to rest and was only keeping himself busy on the planks. He’d been hoping to catch unsuspecting players he could push into the mud but it seemed his intervention was unnecessary. Terpsichore was a buddy of Sir Cuddles who he’d known when he was still a cute little newbie. Unlike the common folks, the man (Sir Cuddles might know him in real life. He had yet to ask to confirm but he was rather sure) was an acrobat who jumped and leaped with moves as seen in action films. It was supposed to look cool when you’re actually seeing it before your eyes but all Sir Cuddles could think off was a hyperactive monkey doing a binky. “Here, let good ole Sir Cuddles buddy-buddy here help you wiv dat fudge therapy.” Sir Cuddles bent low to a crouch, switching his shoe to his right hand. He scooped a handful of mud and threw it at Terpsichore’s direction.

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[rene1]

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After a minute or two of trying, his Renamon relinquished his arm, her claws unable to form a grip on the slippery surface of the moulding, waterlogged board. She took a couple steps back to survey the situation, and figured that it may be best for her to go find help. But her tamer was a proud sort of man, and finding help may not sit well with him. Oh, what was a digimon to do?

It took a moment for Terpsichore to register where the laugh was coming from, or who it belonged to, but as soon as he realized, he absolutely scrambled. The pun only made it worse as he struggled for purchase on the slippery boards. Oh crap. Oh crap oh crap. He knew that voice anywhere, and though he wasn’t quite frightened of it, he knew that being stuck wasn’t the best thing to be while the owner approached.

“Don’t you dare!” Dramatic, sounding almost frightened, but the grin on his face wasn’t telling the same story. In fact, Terpsichore looked quite amused, more than anything. He may have been stuck, and being stuck around the good Sir Cuddles wasn’t the best thing, but he wasn’t about to be injured and he knew that… maybe a whole lot more dirty, but not injured.

He was proven right a few short moments later, when he turned to look and was smacked in the cheek by a ball of mud. “Hey! Aren’t you supposed to be helping poor players?” A hint of laughter in his voice, and despite his leg being stuck, he grabbed a ball of mud himself and hurled it at Sir Cuddles. While he was distracted, he grabbed a board, once again trying to yank himself out of the muck.

[sir cuddles]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,border-bottom:1px #3f3f3f solid;] sir cuddles "I should." Sir Cuddles bent his torso to the right, dodging the hurl of mud. "Should, could, would. Hmmm." He watched Terpsichore struggle before raising his arms up. "Fine, fine~ I'll be nice." Sir Cuddles threw his shoes at the dry land one by one. Over at the other end, a player was hit right at the face. "Whoops, sorry!" he yelled, giggling. Sir Cuddles moved before Terpsichore and laid out his hand in the air for him to take. His smile was as wide as ever and intentions unreadable but, without a doubt, suspicious. And Sir Cuddles knew that, so he smiled firmer from ear to ear. He need not say anything else to be anymore obvious about it.

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