[h2][color=CadetBlue]Delsin Grey[/color][/h2][b][Sector 14 - Polaris Lakes][/b]

[@Ninian][@Shiny Keldeo][@TalijaKey][@Forsythe][@Duthguy]
The intellectual fifteen year old's attention was drawn to the shouting in the distance, eyes going wide at the sight of what looked to be another human teenager. [color=CadetBlue][i]...Another player maybe?.....Online VR...Is....Is that even possible yet?[/i][/color]

Delsin picked up on the lowered speech of his yellow furred companion, shooting her a quick nod as well as a narrowed, unamused gaze. He also kept his voice to a mere whisper. [color=CadetBlue]"I agree, but I wouldn't really say that you're babysitting me when [i]I[/i] was the one that had to drag you away from the death that you were willing to just stand there and accept."[/color] 

Turning his gaze back to the newcomer, the student gripped the makeshift spear tightly and waved over at him with a calm neutral expression. [color=CadetBlue]"Hey there. We'd love to chat, but we have a woolly mammoth back there that wants to murder us. That goes for [i]all[/i] humans, and Digimon that associate with them. So if you wanna stay in this area and not get a shitty spawn point, I would suggest....coming...with...."[/color]

The black haired teen's voice trailed off as he felt something he never imagined he would sense in a place like where he assumed he was. His head slowly turned towards the stick tightly gripped in his left hand to spot the source of the 'sticky' sensation that he felt on his palm. A dark, thick, red liquid was creeping down the length of the pointed branch....And it was coming from his hand.

The color drained from the boy's face as he released his hold on his salvaged weapon. The stained piece of wood falling into the snow with a quiet [i][b]pomf.[/b][/i] Delsin brought his shaking hand up closer to his face to inspect the gash that disgraced his palm, and the chilling image of the blood that dripped down his hand and leaked onto the white powder beneath him. Everything around him seemed to pause, the gut wrenching realisation dawning on him along with a look of pure fear and horror spreading across his subtle features.

[color=CadetBlue]"We need to go. [i]Right now.[/i]"[/color]

In a blur of motion, the frazzled and disturbed teenager bent down to snatch the stick in his bleeding hand, and use the other to grab at Renamon's arm once again and make a mad dash across the frozen solid pond.