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Location: Gateway
Skills/Items Used: None[/center]

Noel winced at the way Dominimon spoke to them. Who knew Angels could be so rude?

Noel’s hand instinctively lifted at Dominimon’s words, fingers brushing over the gold bracelet around his wrist. The familiar feather charms clicked softly together, but the new one. Small, glowing, and still faintly warm, stood out immediately. A spirit totem. He stared at it for a moment, trying to wrap his head around the explanation. A dead Digimon. A partner. A bond. A world in danger.

That was… a lot.

Still, as unsettling as Dominimon’s tone was, Noel found himself focusing less on the angel’s delivery and more on the others around him. Some looked angry. Some looked frightened. Some looked like they were one more bad sentence away from either bolting or throwing hands. Neither seemed ideal.

Noel took a breath. [color=gold]“So this,”[/color] he said quietly, lifting his wrist a little, [color=gold]“is the Digivice?”[/color] He said softly [color=gold]“And the totem is… supposed to become our partner? Or help us become whatever you meant by ‘in between’?”[/color] He paused, looking down at the bracelet again. The tiny charm looked almost delicate against the gold links, which somehow made the whole situation feel even stranger.

Noel glanced around at the others again, lingering on the ones who still looked unsteady. [color=gold]“I think some of us are still trying to catch up,”[/color] he said gently. [color=gold]“So if there’s something important we need to know before moving, now would probably help.”[/color]