It’s been a few days in the jungle now and hopefully you haven’t managed to die just yet – after all, the fun’s just begun.
On the seventh day of trekking the wilderness, each character who has Air in their heart will suddenly find themselves pausing in the middle of the day. Suddenly they’re able to feel the patterns of the wind in the air. A chill passes through them as a breeze will kick up.
Then without warning, they’re lifted right off the ground and cast up into the sky. At least they don’t have time to be scared as they suddenly lose consciousness after floating for a few seconds.
Don’t worry. It’ll get better. When they wake up, they hear the following message in a wispy way, carried along by the breeze itself –
 It is not the correct time to be sleeping. You must awaken.
There is something that needs to be done.
You need to be the one to do it.
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PHASE I [ day one ] Anyone here with a fear of heights? Yes? Well, that’s too bad. When air characters awaken, they’ll find themselves cast right into the mountains of Tellus. It’s rocky, the path is minimal at best and non-existent at worse, and there are screeches of something dangerous and angry calling in the distance.
Caeli demonstrates his poor sense of direction once again as characters wake up and find themselves on a mountainous ledge. There is no apparent path -– except for across a dangerous ravine that dips down to the base of the mountain. There is no end in sight when one looks down, instead only pure black depths.
The cloud waits on the other side, floating patiently. Caeli gives one instruction: “Jump.”
But try not to fall in, that would be a sad start to the trip. Thankfully, the distance across isn't really too far, and Caeli might give those who can't quite make the jump a little boost -- but you still have to be brave enough to make the jump or be left behind.
PHASE II [ day one ] Well, one way or another, you seemed to have made it. From there, it’s just one long hike where you’re stuck following a cloud that simply doesn’t feel like responding to your calls for attention. The hours drag on and the sun sets across the horizon as you are left climbing this mountain, no end in sight.
But as you climb higher and higher, the temperature drops. The hour grows later and slowly but surely, white flecks begin to fall from the sky. Cold? Hopefully you were dressed appropriately seeing as now the thick layers of snow are building and building and building – making it harder to climb as the movement now requires trudging through three to four feet of snow.
Did you want to take a break? Have fun catching hypothermia if you do!
There's definitely not much in the way of shelter, but you can try to make something out of the scant trees remaining, or create a fire. Either way, you definitely don't want to be left behind, so don't lose sight of everyone else.
PHASE III [ day two ] Whether you felt like standing guard or were fast asleep, a piercing screech will act in the place of an alarm clock.
All too soon, a flight of winged creatures will descend upon the mountain travelers, looking none too friendly. Caeli descends to offer helpfully, “Griffins. They were once mine.” To which, the beasts merely emit another piercing screech before baring their claws and moving to attack the party. They are fearsome creatures and will not fall until they are killed, consistently trying to get back on their feet even when injured.
If no one manages to lose an eye and the griffins are subdued, characters will find upon their fallen bodies that they have areas where tufts of fur are missing, leaving a clean injection spot. There are small machine implants at the back of their necks, beeping ominously. Each is branded with a different number identification. Caeli is nowhere to be found.
PHASE IV [ day three ] The summit of the mountain is typically considered the most beautiful place. For those who are seeking solace, the peak of this adventure is safely above the clouds and the sun is slowly rising in the distance. Acting as a moment of peace, it is truly beautiful.
For those who do not rest so easy, there is more to be found near the top of the mountain. One run-down shack can be found, plated with steel and amenities found inside such as blankets and coats to fight off the snow.
More worryingly, there is an operating table in the middle of the room. A white cloth drapes over it, stained with red and operating instruments resting on the edges, the gleaming metal darkened with old blood. The same tufts of feathers and fur that could be found on the griffons are scattered on the floor, claw marks digging deep into the metal of the walls.
Be careful not to touch anything. If a character comes into contact with some of the blood that stains the table or the instruments, they will immediately begin to feel hints of aggression. There will be an intense need to pick fights with those around them and the feeling will not disappear until they are knocked out (or killed, but who would want that?).
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[Which might be a dangerous thing to say in case the cloud turned spiteful, but this sucked.
After that second sneeze, William pulled out the handkerchief from his pocket and handed it over.]
Here, take this. and keep it. I have very little use for it right now.
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[For a few seconds, the boy looked back at William and then back at the handkerchief]
But won't you need it back? It'll be all gross when I give it back to you! [Said the sniffling boy]
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[William shook his head though, holding his hands up.]
You can keep it. I do not have any sniffles right now. Besides, you look like you need it more.
[Besides, it's not one of his good ones anyways. Thankfully.]
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[As the boy looked back at him and then back at the handkerchief, he just took it before blowing his nose on it.
He felt really bad but he needed to get all that snot out!]
Then I'll have to get you a new one or something when we get back! It seems like the right thing to do!
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[He shook his head, making pointedly sure to ignore all that nose blowing.]
Please, you keep it. It is merely a trifle.
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Why are they doing that to us?
[Takeru mumbled before he kept on blowing on said nose]
Well if you say so. It's still doesn't seem fair!
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[Oh to be young again. When every injustice was shocking and horrible and wrong.]
None of this is fair though. I mean, we cannot even sue them for damages. That is totally an injustice.
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[He said before he felt a shiver. As he hugged Patamon even tighter, he just looked back at William]
Isn't there anything we can do? Just...anything at all? Because if they're not treating us nicely, we don't have to treat them nicely right back. We'll teach them that doing this is not okay!
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[He notices that shiver though and sighs.]
Do you need to be warmed up? I can give you a small fire for a bit.
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[Although, the boy and his Digimon raised an eyebrow. Although, it was Patamon who said something first]
That would be great but how can you start a fire? I doubt you'll be able to find enough wood in time to make one!
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[The one time he had though, had been discouraging.]
Oh, I do not need any branches.
[He cast the spell quickly then, allowing a small flame to flare up in the palm of his hand.]
It is magic, so it is no trouble. So the two of you should warm yourselves a little.
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[However, as soon as Takeru and Patamon saw the fire light up in his hands? He could hear the squeal coming from the young boy's eyes!]
Whoa, how did you do that?! I know it's suppose to be magic but I still want to know! You must have come from a pretty cool place if you create fire out of nowhere!
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[He held out his hand, so that Takeru could warm his.]
Though I would think that it wouldn't be such a surprise, seeing your little companion there.
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Maybe but I'm use to seeing Digital Monsters and they breath out fire or water and stuff!
It's something different when a human does it! It's like they're part Digimon or something! [Pause] ...Unless you really are but you’re not are you?
[And there goes his 7 year old imagination]
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[Looked more like a flying pig than a monster though.]
No, I am definitely a human being. [He's slightly offended for a moment. Because really.]
I guess it depends on where you are from though.
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[He said before pointing to Patamon and giggling to himself] But that just makes you even cooler! I wish I can make fire out of my hands like it was nothing!
But what do you mean? I'm from Japan if that's what you mean?
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[The creature was kind of cutesy when he thought about it, like Mamon and Amon. So maybe Digimon were his universe's demons.]
I believe you are the third person to say that.
[He is definitely not one to shy away from praise.]
I did not mean quite like that. I am from England, but I am still a human being, like I presume you are. But it seems like on my Earth, you can learn magic. But it doesn't not seem to be so on yours. If that makes sense.
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Well, I wouldn't say that! The Digital World might be scary but it's not that scary! At least there are a lot of good Digimon to help us out!
[That and Takeru doesn't like the Digital World being compared to such a place, thank you!]
Then wherever your world is, it still sounds like a really cool place to live! And especially if you can learn magic! It's kind that story where a kid goes to learn magic or something!
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[Honestly he forgot that most people here had never met a demon before and had a very different image of them in their heads.]
It is a bit fairy tale like, isn't it? [Comparing his life to something so unscientific, was rather dispiriting.]
But being able to go to another world is a kind of magic as well. Cool in it's own way, or whatever you call it.
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[Not that he minded going nor that he was chosen but...]
You never heard of the word cool before? You know, it means awesome or something really amazing that happens...?
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["You're far too young for that," is what William wants to say, but he also remembers hating hearing that when was a child.]
It is still a very new word for me. The slang is very different back home. I have come to understand that it is complimentary though.
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It's really strange when it's just the two of us!
[That and the weird place was pretty harmless anyway but...]
Then what kind of slang do you know? I know there are a lot of different slang in other places but I want to know what they are in England! Will you please tell me?!
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[He has a terrible feeling the answer is yes.]
Some of it is rather inappropriate and not something that a person of my class speaks, let alone something I should be teaching you. But, "bloody hell" is a pretty good one that has not gone out of style apparently. You can even take "bloody" and apply to other things.
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[And while he knew he had to, it didn't mean he liked it. Still, he titled his head and looked at him strangely]
Well, it just means that I won't say it! I can still listen but not say it right? So that way no one will know that you've been saying those things! Like whatever you just said! I just won't say that to people!
[Although that was his 7 year old self talking and wanting to be mischievous]
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[Really, he could relate from past experiences. And he was a little jealous, because his magic wasn't at the point where he could really fight against any of the great demons who plagued him.]
...are you sure? Because really, I shouldn't be setting too bad an example.
[This is his experience as a Prefect talking here. Granted, he only has so much of a conscience.]
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