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Every bone in her body hurt. Like being hit by a transport truck. Truck. Hurt. Oh god, every thing was flowing back now. Darry. Regulus. She gave a groan and rolled over to side, covering her face with her hands.

sup.

Oh good. She was talking to herself, just what she needed. He r mind had taken on the personality of a suave.. something. Sounded a little young. Weird. Blinking and removing fingers away from face to come across another face. She reacted as any girl should. She fled, crawling on her hands and feet like the possessed kid from the Excorcist. And then Renn stopped in mind crab-walk, watching the hooded character laughed at her reaction.

She stopped because she knew that form, she recognised those mismatched eyes and mischievous grin. Nostalgia hit her older body in the form of memories, of a younger child using up the library hours, of thinking, of dreaming of a different world. Looking up, she saw intertwining vines, the towering trees and her eyes focused back on the now-standing form, dusting the dirt from it's body.

Whoa.

[/color] It seemed to fit the situation. Long time, no see.[/color] She tried, tying her legs together in a sitting position, still rather shocked, but also rather comforted. Hey, if Renn was going to be in this Digi-place she would want to be stuck in it with her partner.

been waiting for you. He smirked, offering a hand to her sitting form. With little hesitation, the older girl took it, letting the digimon pull her to her feet.



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honest to god i will break your heart
TEAR YOU TO PIECES AND RIP YOU APART
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Something screamed and Renn frowned. Oh good. People. What she always wanted, the company of a human being.

up here. It was the suave little whisper of the demon and with amusement, she looked up. Renn could see the pointed tail vaguely from the forest leaves, before disappearing and all could be heard was slightly rustling. Like a breeze tickling the trees. Of course, the Dracmon would take this chance to pull pranks on the newcomers. The teen chuckled in anticipation before starting off in the direction the noise had come.

Of course, Renn wasn't very eager to meet said person. She was however, going to enjoy every minute of her digimon's mischief. It was the reason they had gotten along so well in the first place. As she edged closer, she could see the annoying person. Already, Renn disliked her. She had the stance of some wealthy-born rich girl, no doubt with life handed to her own a silver spoon. Fun.

In silence, Renn stood there, observing the small digimon next the the snob. Bandanna, shoes. Impmon. Another dark pokemon. She was snapped from her thoughts when her digimon jumped from tree with a shriek of glee, pulling on the stranger's shoulders before sinking into the woman's shadow with ease.

She let out full laugh from where she stood, giving the Dracmon a hardy fist bump before leaning against the tree in anticipation. Welcome to the Big Bad Woods.

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honest to god i will break your heart
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