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X X X X X X ΘMisery is My CompanyΘ
(Enter Sheriti & Argomon from Sentinel Tower)
It was past evening when the short brunet tamer could be finally seen stepping onto the trail of the Spirit Base. Purposely, Sheriti lagged behin her digimon. Either way, neither one of them wanted to exchange a few words. Sheriti hesitated by Argomons strength while Argomon kept to himself. In secret, being a plant type, Argomon had benevolent moments towards others, just easily irked if anything interrupted his plans. Whether it was a simple conversation, or a task, Argomon had to declare that it was finished to see if anyone else was worthy of continuing.
It was impossible for Sheriti to think how they shared a very strong companionship when he was imprisoned deep in the Tropical Jungle, but that was then. So now she knew better. Maybe it was all a hoax. After all, Sheriti admitted for being too gullible. It would be her downfall someday.
Passing the double doors of the Spirit Base entrance, the entire edifice was vacant and empty. Pulling the earplugs, the footsteps produced by both Tamer and Digimon echoed, clicking against the waxed floor. A stained glass window casted a long colorful shadow from the setting sun.
Argomon stopped, his face looking past the yellow ruffled feathers. Compared against the large window, Sheriti was small. The tamer held her device in hand, in front of her. She stared at the large stained glass, marveling ten figurines to what appeared digimon or what Sheriti assumed.
From ember to gold, Sheriti's eyes traced over the long glass frame. Each digimon appeared unique, appearing to adapt the color of their elements.
"Are you familiar with them?" She looked to see Argomon appear by her side, though she was too worn to express fear of her digimon. After a brief pause she replied, "..no. Are...they hybrids?"
"No." Argomon bluntly answered. Taking the silence as an advantage he continued.
"They're type isn't shared with humans. They go by The Ten Ancient Warriors." Sheriti returned her stare to the stained glass picture of ten accumulated digimon. So they were the ones that called them...they were weren't they? Sheriti delightfully examined a digimon wrapped in waves, typhoons she assumed.
"I'd be cool to see them....especially that one." Sheriti pointed, but Argomon reflected little interest.
"They're extinct. Dead...and i'm glad. Stay deceased....." The mutant spat, already taking a leave to the grand hallway.
Sheriti exhaled, setting her backpack down so that she could return her items. After taking absorbing one last look at the window, Sheriti proceeded behind Argomon.
It didn't faze Sheriti from the noises and muffled voices that came from the rooms of each member. Some remained silent, while others were occupied with members recuperating for the next mission. Sheriti was alarmed to see her name written on a door. Argomon waited beside, since Sheriti held the rooms card.
Once the door unlocked, Sheriti's eyes immediately locked on a Digi-egg, placed on the bed provided for her. She almost ran toward the bed, beating Argomon from entering first.
"Oh my gosh....." Sheriti lifted the egg, hugging the shell. "W-who brought me this? ....thank you...thank you!"
Argomon sat on a chair against a wall. He was disturbed to see the egg of another pawn here, especially one that reeked from the Dark Pits ashes from the ground. No matter, he thought in satisfaction. While whatever digimon remained within the egg, the only source of power was himself. The digimon watched in dark as Sheriti cradled the Digi-egg.
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