#spectral-spectacle

[curious-corvidae]

|| Sometimes you just have to play around on MSPaint for that extra bit of serotonin. Ft. @themustachemenace ‘s Mu (sorta) and OC, @fatalfemmefeline​ ‘s Empress, and @subconspirit ‘s Umbriel, among others! ||

[legally-a-raptor]

 - starter for @spectral-spectacle - 

The Conductor stood outside on the small platform attached to the last car of the Owl Express. Looking out over the rails to watch the nighttime landscape fade more and more into the horizon as new landmarks came into view. There were no other passengers aboard, leaving the barn owl alone with his thoughts.

Half the studio had been empty for the past few days. No moon penguins, no Grooves, no nothing. It was eerie. There wasn't even a note left for the receptionist. They were all just... gone. Bickering with Grooves had become so common place, it was strange to not see him for so long.

Though the owl's feelings towards the DJ were mixed, there was a tinge of worry. If Grooves wasn't there to help the lass stop the Conductor after the award ceremony things could have played out so much worse. The Conductor was stubborn and not one to say it out loud, but once he got back to a clearer head space, he was grateful the moon penguin had stepped in.

The Conductor let out a sigh and left cool night air to head to the front of the train. He checked over the console once there, but something up ahead by the tracks caught his eye. He slowed the Owl Express down considerably, dropping down to a crawl as he neared the out of place... circus tent?

Curious, as well as irritated someone had set up so close to the tracks, the Conductor got the Owl Express braked and secure before stepping out. If there was anything wrong with the tracks due to whatever peck neck set up here, the owl was not going to be happy.

[devilish-digital-imp]

 - starter for @spectral-spectacle - 

The small purple creature with messy and matted fur stirred from its spot on the ground. It was weak and shaking, and judging from the dried trails coming from its eyes, had been crying. The imp hadn't a clue where it had ended up, nothing looked remotely familiar. Then again, that's the point of running away, wasn't it? Abandon the known and risk the new. That's how it always had been, right?

The widespread crisis had only compounded the imp's need to run. How could anywhere be safe when an innocent little In-Training could warp digivolve to a rampaging Machinedramon with no warning? Its anxiety of crowds had grown to paranoia in the short time this problem has been about in the Digital World. So scared even that the imp had taken to tying two odd little symbols to its ears, one orange the other yellow. And both seemed to be depicting a sun.

Despite a foggy mind and drained body, the creature got up to wander. Staying in one place for too long unnerved it and there was no guarantee it's luck would persist if it chose to stay there for longer. No. It was better to keep moving. Stick to the shadows. Stay away from any and all other digimon.

This was still the Digital World, right? That little fall was just in a delirious dream. Well now it was in the waking world, and the virus was hungry. At the first whiff of food, the digimon followed. It could chance a quick run in so long as there was food. Just really quick. Grab the food and run. Simple. Right?

That's what it thought anyway. And then it saw the tents. This likely wasn't going to be as easy a task as the imp had hoped.

[darkwaved]

" that is... quite the hat you have there. "

she has nothing nice to say about it.