Open; practice has gotten dull, time to hunt.

[asheaveniswide]

Who: Zenos, Gabumon, Open
What: Canon typical violence.
Where: o/` In the jungle the mighty jungle..
When: Early July
Warnings: ...Canon typical violence.



Zenos is fully recovered by now. Recovered, and growing bored with fighting Gabumon. While his ... 'partner' was nothing if not enthusiastic and could fight him to a standstill, it didn't come with the rush he preferred in combat, there was no thrill, no risk--

But he had been mindful of the creature he'd been bound to. As much as Gabumon had not even made a single serious effort into killing him, he had done likewise, wary of stepping perhaps too far and denying himself potential interest later on. This first, smallest combat form wasn't what Gabumon was truly capable of, and the ways to encourage growth were ...not things he favored. Save one. They both did enjoy the hunt, it seemed, though in vastly different ways.

And so, as the afternoon wanes, the Garlean prince-turned-exile and his partner board a Trailmon destined for the jungle some distance away, and its promise of something more diverting. He's armed once again, scythe strapped across his back, and while they wait, he deigns to tend to his animalistic companion, carefully honing Gabumon's claws to points once more with a small file, the black-pelted digimon seeming utterly pleased with the attention. The claws not tended to just yet are remarkably dull, as if they'd been used repeatedly on stone or metal.

The scythe bears faint scratch marks up and down its length.

"What are we looking for?" Although Gabumon's voice is low, he's easy enough to be overheard, eager and twitchy.

"We shall wander about until something comes looking for us. All jungles have predators seeking prey. And then we will prey upon it."

We. A strange concept, but it is one Zenos is coming to accept.

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[fallenstarmagnet]

As with any train there are stations. A certain Ancient has boarded earlier and with him is Elecmon.

"Themis, look! It's Gabumon!" Of course the latter had been looking out the window of the train. Honestly so had her Tamer, though it was another one. Since her tone indicates it's a Gabumon she knows, the giant looks to see who.

"Ah, the partner to Zenos?" The prince was right there after all even if Elecmon hadn't specifically mentioned it; a habit when she's still wary of certain digimon or tamers. Was there intent in their actions as they boarded the train? It was certainly different than when they first met, where Gabumon was implying he had to all but drag the Garlean prince into doing anything and the witnessed indifference.

"Since they're boarding, shall we greet them?"

"Sure!" Elecmon pushes away from the window. Zenos isn't scary, especially when Gabumon's there (and Themis is coming with). She hops down and gets her things together before preparing to follow Themis.

Which brings us to a little bit after the train departs from the station. Themis is hardly trying to sneak up but the doors to one side of the connecting cars are slid open and he enters the carriage both prince and Gabumon.

Rasping file of nail. The marks of claws on metal weapon. Themis isn't any stranger to the art of combat. It's a necessity for some even on his Star's utopic society. That is after all part of the natural world's beauty.

"Good day to you both. May we join you?" Not on the hunt, at least not yet. It's clear the Amaurotine speaks of the more mundane seating arrangements for the time being.

Elecmon looks at Gabumon before looking at her own clawed paws and then back up. Sure they're sharp enough for their purpose but it hasn't occurred to her to have them sharpened further. She'll have to speak with Guilmon sometime to see if HER tamer does that.

"Hello, Gabumon! We saw you from the window and thought we'd stop by!" is her offer to their greetings.