[ One of the new arrivals looks less disoriented than the others; where those unused to world-hopping may seem discombobulated, this young man is glancing about warily. He's tired, yes, and he aches, he doesn't understand why any world would summon him without Wormmon, but....
Familiar. Something about this place - this religion - is familiar. The miasma in the air, near their places of worship....It's a phantom pain only, nothing genuine, but the back of his neck prickles. Stings. He hasn't felt like this since -
Oh, no. ]
Excuse me.
[ He isn't sure who here is new and who isn't, so he'll just start approaching people and hoping for the best. ]
These "Old Ones". Do they come from an ocean?
[ Forbidden Knowledge ]
[ You may find Ken in one of two conditions.
If you catch him early in the page deluge, he's racing to grab up as many as he can collect, his eyes wild. Each is scanned frantically, and he's muttering to himself. ]
Why - that....that doesn't.....
[ ....but as he thinks, the page leaves him suggestible, and he murmurs... ]
No, it does....it does make sense....Mm.
[ Later, when he's shaken the hold the pages had on him (and done who-knows-what thanks to all of you in the meantime), he's running up to anyone still holding onto one - or anyone who's fallen under the influence of the leathery pages. Without Wormmon, there may be only so much he can do, but that doesn't mean he shouldn't try! ]
Stop!
[ What's the page making this person do? And, crucially - is anyone in danger?? ]
[ Barrier ]
[ Ken has wandered to the outskirts of town, the hood of his novice's robes pushed back to let the wind, such as it is, rifle his hair. He's staring up at the barrier, contemplative. ]
It's really there.....But is it keeping something out, or in....
Ken Ichijouji | Digimon Adventure: Last Evolution Kizuna | New!
[ One of the new arrivals looks less disoriented than the others; where those unused to world-hopping may seem discombobulated, this young man is glancing about warily. He's tired, yes, and he aches, he doesn't understand why any world would summon him without Wormmon, but....
Familiar. Something about this place - this religion - is familiar. The miasma in the air, near their places of worship....It's a phantom pain only, nothing genuine, but the back of his neck prickles. Stings. He hasn't felt like this since -
Oh, no. ]
Excuse me.
[ He isn't sure who here is new and who isn't, so he'll just start approaching people and hoping for the best. ]
These "Old Ones". Do they come from an ocean?
[ Forbidden Knowledge ]
[ You may find Ken in one of two conditions.
If you catch him early in the page deluge, he's racing to grab up as many as he can collect, his eyes wild. Each is scanned frantically, and he's muttering to himself. ]
Why - that....that doesn't.....
[ ....but as he thinks, the page leaves him suggestible, and he murmurs... ]
No, it does....it does make sense....Mm.
[ Later, when he's shaken the hold the pages had on him (and done who-knows-what thanks to all of you in the meantime), he's running up to anyone still holding onto one - or anyone who's fallen under the influence of the leathery pages. Without Wormmon, there may be only so much he can do, but that doesn't mean he shouldn't try! ]
Stop!
[ What's the page making this person do? And, crucially - is anyone in danger?? ]
[ Barrier ]
[ Ken has wandered to the outskirts of town, the hood of his novice's robes pushed back to let the wind, such as it is, rifle his hair. He's staring up at the barrier, contemplative. ]
It's really there.....But is it keeping something out, or in....
[ He puts a hand to his chin to think. ]