The revelations involving humans and partners left Herissmon feeling more cocky than ever: He [i]knew[/i] there was more behind being banished than just him being hungry. The poor souls back at the village were just part of a bigger plot to push his destiny forward! The elder always spoke of humans, but admittedly the spiky-digimon never thought he'd get to see one with his own eyes. He thought of them as folklore, almost. Yet here he was, shipwrecked into destiny, and even getting his own little house to boot! Anyone who had dealt with Herissmon's short but lively presence since arriving would know just how 'above it all' he seemed to be. Confidence soaring to new heights at the idea of being important enough to have to show a human the ropes of this world. It was truly a fitting thing for a 'hero', as Herissmon liked to tote himself as around the fire before heading back to work on his hut in private. It needed to be fitting for someone like him, which meant it needed a few very important things. First of all, duh, food. All heroes needed food. Second, it needed [i]prime[/i] decorations and Herissmon knew nobody better for the job than himself. None of the other supposed partners of the arriving humans seemed like the type to be usable for the task. He needed someone that knew his taste. Who knew he was right, and could make this home into a masterpiece. And who better for that than the 'mon himself? He invested his time in the most important thing he could think of adding: A statue of himself. He had dragged a log into the hut, which left an insulting and nasty drag trail in front of the other huts due to a lack of consideration. But after he got it inside his abode, he made use of it. With his claws, he tore into the log and carved it to the best of his abilities. Shreds and remains of the wood could be seen scattered inside the hut, the source material itself becoming an impressively dinky-looking statue. To most, anyways. To Herissmon himself, he considered it a masterpiece. And he wasn't about to take any other opinion on the matter. [hr] For a person who thought she didn't have much structure in her life, Reina was becoming painfully self-aware of how predictable her routine had become lately. Wake up, work, train, sleep, repeat. Most meals came from her workplace, either eaten while on delivery or taken with her to the gym, like she'd done tonight. It was a small place, not exactly a large dent in her budget even if it did only have basics for equipment. The only notable thing it really had was a dirty but usable boxing ring, which she'd found herself in more times than she could think to count. Boxing specifically wasn't a forte of hers, but the footwork involved was valuable to her own goals. And she'd learned how to effectively throw a punch in there, too. Like the punches she was throwing now, her gloved hands bashing against the bag in front of her with pent-up aggression that needed to be vented. As easy as the delivery job usually was, nothing ticked her off more than being blamed for the damn kitchen being slow. If food didn't come out on time, she didn't get out the door on time. Some punks didn't understand that though, and she paid for it by the tip money not coming in. Throwing hands over it would cause too many problems, and besides, where else would she get such flexible hours? Even if the boss got pissy over 'I don't feel like it' being her reasoning behind showing up, there was always some other fool to take the shifts. Probably not the best for her finances, but she had a tendency to not think that far ahead. Huffing in frustration as she ceased her assault on the bag in front of her, the chains holding it up offered a few empty jingles that echoed through the empty gym. Evening wasn't really an active time for this place, between the early afternoon scene and the fact the owner was a pretty old dude who locked the place up tight in the evenings. She was a 'good ol' regular' according to the old stinker, and her routine in coming here before closing lead to him making a spare key to the front door. She brought an arm up, raising her hair from her eyes as she wiped the sweat from her forehead, barely getting a look at herself in a nearby mirror due to the darkness of the room. She could faintly make out her figure though, and spot the white stripes on her otherwise black nylon pants she wore during training. With just her black tanktop on, she almost looked like she had no torso in the dark, simply seeing her light-toned arms in the mirror, along with her head. "Spending too much time alone makes you think of some weird shit." She muttered to herself, trying to disregard her own thoughts on her figure. Another distraction quickly aided in this, hearing her phone ring atop her waist jacket over on a nearby seat. She raised a brow, uncertain of exactly who the hell would be calling at this hour, but she figured she'd at least take a look. At worst, the boss lost his late night delivery guy and needed someone to cover. A few extra bucks wouldn't hurt at the moment. Phone picked up in one hand with her jacket in the other, Reina only grew more confused by the fact there was no identification for the caller. Not deterred by this, she answered the call swiftly with a mellow "Y'hello?" Expecting some sort of spam call she could perhaps play along with for a few minutes to pass the time. Unfortunately, this hadn't been the case at all. An excessive ringing played out in her ears, causing her to wince and nearly drop her phone on the ground. "The heck is this?! Some kind of prank to blow out people's eardrums?" She vented aloud. As if that wasn't disruptive enough, a crackling in the air brought with it a shift in her hair, which she quickly panicked about by tucking her jacket under her arm and bringing her hand up to brush that hair back down. "Okay, loud ringing's one thing but this--" Her view shifted through the general area, uncertain of where the [i]gym[/i] went. This was like some absurd horror stuff out of Silent Hill, and was about the last straw before she expressed her concern in a less dull and irritated tone: "--This isn't [i]normal![/i]" The fog wasn't even there anymore. The ringing stopped, leaving her in what felt like a dreamless white void of momentary silence. Sounds of waves drifted in, along with shifting trees and the crackling of a bonfire. All strange, at least until things started fading back into view. [hr] After a job well done on his statue, Herissmon had went to reward himself on his hard work by washing his claws, and then getting some food. However not long after choosing something to bite down on, he was brought to a full stop with his mouth gaped open before partaking, due to a bright light emitting from the hut he had been inside of. Hastily, he shoved the food back on the table, standing more attentive in case the humans, particularly the one coming out of [i]his[/i] hut, ended up being a threat of any kind. [hr] Reina's mind was running wild as she appeared inside the hut. An audible "Wuh?!" escaping as she tried to gather herself to figure out where she just ended up. Her first action were to take in her surroundings: Noting the primitive straw walls and bedding that honestly looked pretty comfy all things considered, as well as some weird piece of wood. Glancing at it, it looked like some sort of really weird statue of an animal. She picked it up, not to look at it, but to instead wield as a weapon in case whatever was outside proved to be unfriendly. Hard to trust whatever was out there directly after being abducted like that, right? "Am I running along with this too calmly?" She pondered to herself, with slight concern. She wondered how much regard she had for her well-being if she could just accept being transported into some primal-looking hut. Though thinking too hard wouldn't solve anything, so she decided to push aside the leafy door to the hut to get a good solid look at what the hell was going on around here. The brightness of the fire caused her to raise her arm to block it, allowing her eyes a little time to adjust before lowering it to her side. As she took in the sight, noting the strange creatures, the food, and the odd decorations, she felt her arms limp, the statue in one hand almost falling to the ground. Complete and utter shock rocked her features, mostly an agape mouth which might've been a little too comparable to a certain creature amongst the crowd that seemed to be staring at her in particular with a similar expression. "What [i]is[/i] this?" She questioned, not being able to pull out threats or more questions to try and quell her confusion. Just answering that one would be a good start. This looked like the middle of a village of... Sorts. And she was surrounded by freaking [i]penguin-things,[/i] among other abnormal creatures. If she was less stunned by the whole situation, she might've started swinging out of fear or anger. But this moment of confusion gave the creatures of the village a moment to celebrate, or for their own good, explain things. [i]Now.[/i]