Subject: stolen frost, open 175 views

[löwe]

There were children skating on the ice. They were talented ones, dancing above the cracks before landing perfectly back on the ice. Judging by their form, they were used to this sort of exercise or have been mimicking what they've seen on television until they perfected it. Opposite of them were those who were less than experienced. They fumbled and fell.

But they got up again.

These were the people that Löwe admired. They were determined to follow through with what they wanted to do. They weren't afraid of those who made fun of their mistakes. Regardless of what anyone thought, regardless of his stares, they stood back up and went right back to trying. Most of them weren't even children. They were adults that were trying something entirely new, unless they had chosen an adult appearance in the Digimon Online.

Bakumon floated by his side. Impassive as always, the digimon was never sure how to start up a conversation with their partner.

He stood from the snow covered ledge and began to walk around the perimeter of the lake. It would be strange if all he did was stare at them play.

His digimon lingered for a few moments, staring at the ice, before following after the tamer.

The next second, he could feel his face hit the snow. A foot pressed sharply against his back. To the side, Bakumon was in an alert stance against a snow goburimon.

Shit.

ooc his satellite looks like a player's atm. and yes, that's another player and his tamer. feel free to npc them too.

[poppins]

When Poppins had first come to the Lake of Ice in the North Sector, she hadn't planned on staying very long since Fanbeemon did not care for the cold, it made her very tired and sort of weak. Of course, things did not work that way. Poppins had come to the Lake of Ice for a group of sick kids. Outside of DO, the five or so kids Aina saw nearly everyday, were barely allowed outside, much less to ice skate. And now, for the first time, they had this chance to be kids, to live and enjoy themselves in a world where there bodies weren't breaking down or freezing up. Poppins quickly saw she had no choice but to stay, especially since the kids, her kids, weren't, for lack of a better word, good. They were always falling over themselves or their digimon, crushing fingers or bruising elbows, knees and butts. They took some bad spills, but always got back up and tried again. Poppins just didn't have the heart to tell them it was time to pack up and leave, listless digimon partner or not.

Fanbeemon understood that, and though she wasn't happy about how long they had stayed, she had never once complained. Instead, she had flown around the rink, always moving, trying to keep warm. That was how she saw a player and his(so I assume) SnowGoburimon ambush another player, who she had noticed had been watching the other skaters, much like herself.

None that strong to begin with, not yet, Fanbeemon had left the impending fight and had gotten Poppins attention away from the kids and to the edge of the rink. Now, both of them were making there way toward Lowe, Bokumon and their attackers.

Despite her apparent age, and the fact she had no ice skates, Poppins moved along the ice easily, sliding her feet across as if they WERE skates. She was quite the sight, a tiny old woman sliding across the frozen lake, her digimon flying just ahead of her, buzzing like a madwoman, and most people didn't know what to make of what they saw. Her kids though, they knew exactly what to do, they cheered until Poppins stepped onto the snowy bank, and then they fell silent.

Not once hesitating, Poppins bent down and grabbed a bunch of snow which she quickly formed into a snowball and threw at the player with the SnowGoburimon. "Hey, kid, why don't you try picking on someone your own size?"

Not lifting his foot from Lowe's back, the 'kid', turned to the old lady who had just pelted him with snow and laughed. "What are you blind you old hag? Even some of the kids here are taller than you, and I ain't no snot nosed brat."

"Better tell that to your nose then, because it looks like its running to me." Poppins retorted back, getting a cheer from her kids. "But, you are right about one thing, you're not my size, you're smaller. Sure, this appearance of yours is taller than me, but on the inside, you're less than any 'snot nosed brat' you're scum who can only feel tall by stepping on the backs of others, literally, in this case."

"Shut up you stupid hag! I'll make him pay if you don't, and then you'll be sorry."

On cue, SnowGoburimon leaped toward Bakumon, swinging his club wildly.

Poppins watched, seeming to be uninterested as she formed another snowball and threw it at the player again, once again hitting him in the head so as to distract him.

"A digimon comfortable in the cold and snow, who is at home in this Ice Sector. That proves it, you're just a coward who needs every advantage he can take just so he can fit in. Pathetic. Fanbeemon, you know what to do."

Actually, Fanbeemon had no clue what to do, but she didn't argue. She funneled all her strength and flew at the SnowGoburimon, biting, stinging clawing and anything else she could think of.

"Let me guess, two against one isn't fair? I'd agree, except, in this case, didn't you say I was tiny? That I was useless as the 'snot nosed brats?' With that being the case, certainly your SNOWgoburimon can handle FanBEEmon, an insect who has been out in this cold all day. And, in turn, you can handle a little old lady and another 'snot nosed brat.' You said it yourself kid, us two, we don't make a midge of difference, so prove it, if you can."

[löwe]

It hurt. The feel of the ice and snow against his face. The weight of the player stomping on his back. His breathing slowed down. He wasn't panicked. A part of him expected this, to be battered and knocked down a peg. But he wasn't a player. He was a programmer. He was a staff member. He was better than these fools around him.

Bakumon knew this. They saw the look in their tamer's eyes. It worried them, but cornered by the SnowGoburimon, they couldn't do anything about it.

Then the weight was gone. Instead, his ears were filled with the yelling and banter between his attacker and the one who'd stopped him. Löwe struggled to stand, but his will wasn't strong enough. Instead, he flopped on his ass and moved back, staring at the events going on around him.

His savior was an old woman, a rarity with the way Digimon Online was built. Most chose to be younger and relive their glory days. This one wore her pride on her sleeve and wasn't afraid to stand up for what she believed was right. He could learn from her.

Bakumon watched as FlyBeemon flew into the SnowGoburimon. They, too, made their move; jumping, however possible, from their hovering spot towards their enemy, the tapir digimon's feet were held out, to stomp on them.

The SnowGoburimon wasn't a stationary target. He moved, dodged, and attacked as well. They were fending off some of their attacks, but eventually, he was overwhelmed. The Flybeemon was a persistent one, and with Bakumon's "finishing blow" it was enough.

Angered (and perhaps a bit afraid), the aggressive player growled at the old woman before barking a few orders to his digimon. "Get up, SnowGoburimon. Let's show the old woman and this kid who's boss."

Although on the ground, light formed before the digimon's mouth. Bolt Strike. He spat icicles at his enemies in retaliation before resuming his tirade with his snow club. He swung wildly, unfocused. It appeared as though he wasn't even attempting to win, just avoid.

The other boy took hold of Löwe, who struggled against his grip. A smart idea would be to reveal his identity. A smart idea would be to call on the other Game Mods to stop this. But he did neither of those things.

"Let go of me." He warned.