Subject: All The Same To Me - - - [ OPEN ] 169 views

[rene2]

The only place for a long while to have water, and it would take ages to turn back. Of course he felt thirst here, but it didn’t mean any harm could come from it, he supposed. Once he got too thirsty, the game would simply log him out. That was what he’d be depending on, anyway, if he pressed ahead any more than he’d already gone.

The oasis was a safe haven; water and an inn in the middle of a godforsaken programmed nowhere. The sand felt real, and the heat was certainly real too. The Badlands was in one direction, and the Noise Desert in another. Either way, things would end badly if he didn’t pack up.

In all honesty, he didn’t really want to be here either. He’d wandered a little, going further and further, infinite curiousity getting him to wonder what exactly was out there in this expansive world. He’d wandered until he came to a little hut out in the middle of this nowhere, and he found shelter inside.

For the time being, his Commandramon at his side, 4.8.9 gazed out the window and waited. He wasn’t sure what he was waiting for; perhaps more energy and rest, but he stood where he was, still as a statue.

[sir cuddles]

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[atrb=style,width: 350px;] The atmosphere was as arid and inert as the desert air. Palmon X did not take kindly the discomfort since their journey through Noise Desert began. He became even more livid. Visiting the desert again did not make Palmon X least bit happier about the heat and if Sir Cuddles decided to go on another round here, he swore he would attack his own tamer next time. He didn't complain. That would be very un-lady-like of him. He didn't let show how bad the temperature was affecting him either. He had to stand straight and proper like a princess. He would not bow to the cursed sun. When they arrived at the oasis, it took great effort to stop himself from diving into the water. That would have been childish. He merely drank, tried not to look to be so hungry about it. He glanced at his tamer who had cupped his hands together to serve himself drink, looking tired and worn but not beaten at all. Palmon X was definitely not going to show any weakness now. "I need sleep!" Palmon X announced, placing his hands on his hips as he turned away, looking at their surroundings. Without waiting for Sir Cuddles approval, he waltzed toward a hut, one clearly occupied but it did not stop the digimon. "Clear out!" he demanded the player and Commadramon, whipping his arms in the air. "I require privacy and space. Your commoner presence is troublesome!" He couldn't beg, share, or apologize. He had to remain in control. Sir Cuddles was walking in sight from behind him, aware of what his digimon was doing but made no effort to keep him down. As if the human could. Palmon X answered to no one. notes :: I think I might have misunderstood your post. I assumed this is still in the oasis. If not, I can easily edit my post. credit :: template by columba of on the edge!