[color=8493ca][center][h3]Rachel Holt[/h3][/center][/color]

[color=8493ca]"I could wear less if you want."[/color] Rachel replied to Yumeko with a small smile. She did take the jacket though, but didn't seem entirely intent on wearing it. Instead, she stared at the thing as if trying to figure out what to do with it, as if it was some sort of alien instrument of questionable origins and purposes before replying.

[color=8493ca]"Nah, it's warm out here."[/color] She handed the jacket back to Yumeko. Follow that Flaming Dragon guy though? Hrm...seemed like the only option they had here, really. She did press the 'accept' and the document was likely legally binding by some sort of inter-computer-dimensional gods she very would much like to not piss off. So without much more talking, Rachel followed Yumeko inside. The inside of the building looked like something one might find in a hotel or other place that rented rooms for various purposes, and where she met another one of those creatures. Some sort of female plant thing named Lilymon.

Well she guessed even creatures had gender preferences.

Rachel didn't get long to think about the various meanings of the word before four little blob looking things walked...hopping? how were they even moving? She didn't think little legless round blobs could move like that...huh. She didn't have much to say though, as Botamon, the little black one with little round ears on top of it came bouncing over to her, though it ended up messing up a bounce and then faceplanting into the ground in front of Rachel.

The human took a seat on the ground, crossing her legs as she gazed at the black round blob who managed to right itself after a bit of a struggle. While Yumeko cheerfully greeted her digimon, the two of them simply gazed at each other in silence.

Then Botamon Yawned.

Rachel yawned.

Botamon seemed to tilt on its side, as if trying to cock its head in a quizzical manner, a small purr like sound coming from it. Rachel tilted her head silently in the opposite direction. Whatever silent ritual this was seemed to have some form of communication before Botamon spoke.

[color=f26522]"Oi, guess for a human ya ain't so bad."[/color] It spoke in an...oddly familiar accent Rachel was used to growing up around.

[color=8493ca]"For a burnt marshmallow you're not so bad either."[/color] Rachel replied with her usual small smile, earning a small glare from Botamon.

[color=f26522]"Hey! Who ya callin' burnt marshmallow ya cactus nose?"[/color] Botamon didn't get much time to further question why they were being called a burnt marshmallow, as Rachel picked it up and...bit its ear. [color=f26522]"W-wha?! D-don't eat me you weirdo!"[/color] Botamon continued to struggle mostly in vain as Rachel continued to chew silently on its ear. The poor thing looked absolutely terrified before Lilymon started speaking again, causing Rachel to look up and Botamon finally able to free itself from the clutches of its captor.

Digivolve, eh?

[color=8493ca]"Would you turn into an unburnt marshmallow? Or just a giant burnt marshmallow?"[/color] Rachel seemed very intent to think about Botamon as a marshmallow for some reason.

[color=f26522]"For the love of tarnation...I'm not a marshmallow! You saphead!"[/color] Rachel didn't seem entirely convinced, however, and instead tilted her head quizzically again as if asking 'really?' She wasn't really paying much attention to what the others were saying at this point.

[color=f26522]"Ya bet yer britches...er, if you had any, I'm not! Just use that there digivice and I'll show ya I'm not a Marshmallow!"[/color] Well, why not? Rachel did just that, and pointed her digivice at the marshmallow. If she was concentrating, it didn't seem like her expression changed much, but there was a definite reaction similar to how Yumeko's was.

"Botamon, Digivolve to...Impmon!"

The process happened quickly, much faster for Rachel to really comment much on. All she did know though, it was that something had replaced the marshmallow with a giant grape flavored...whatever it was.

[color=f26522]"See ya dunderhead? Not a marshmallow."[/color]

[color=8493ca]"...Eggplant?"[/color] At this Impmon recoiled back in slight shock, and possible slight fear.

[color=f26522]"I am not food! Don't even you-!"[/color]

Too late, Rachel had already grabbed the digimon and had was holding them in her arms, chewing on its ear. Impmon more or less seemed resigned to its fate, though seemed rather unimpressed with this development.