Digimon Inheritance: A Heroic Lion's Turbulent Times (Finished)
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[X] Ardat and Beat want to go find a good meal, you wouldn't mind getting some good food as well. According to some of the posters, there's a cafe boasting that it had one of the legendary Warriors as a server.
As I want to see a legendary warrior.
@drexal15 I'll put my stuff in SWOLE please.
As I want to see a legendary warrior.
@drexal15 I'll put my stuff in SWOLE please.
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- Somewhere over the Rainbow
[X] Pidmon wants to go see a concert, apparently SistermonNoir (The accursed Gloamings representative ) is performing this evening. Sparks has decided to come along, so you'll go too.
Knight-Radiant
Recovering Rageaholic
[X] Pidmon wants to go see a concert, apparently SistermonNoir (The accursed Gloamings representative ) is performing this evening. Sparks has decided to come along, so you'll go too.
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Pink Flamingo Cabal Grand Vizier
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- Pennsylvania
[X] Pidmon wants to go see a concert, apparently SistermonNoir (The accursed Gloamings representative ) is performing this evening. Sparks has decided to come along, so you'll go too.
Finally got around to reading the update. It's good to see my worries were unfounded; it seems Sparks isn't ever going to agree with Verge, but still wants to keep him safe. It's good to know someone more practical is looking out for him.
So it isn't specifically that this squad was put together because they're all special in some way; they were put together because they all knew each other. But for what purpose? Yeah, that's a very ominous mystery.
Finally got around to reading the update. It's good to see my worries were unfounded; it seems Sparks isn't ever going to agree with Verge, but still wants to keep him safe. It's good to know someone more practical is looking out for him.
So it isn't specifically that this squad was put together because they're all special in some way; they were put together because they all knew each other. But for what purpose? Yeah, that's a very ominous mystery.
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- Wherever I feel like being
- Pronouns
- He/Him
I wouldn't quite go that far. But it'll take some work and probably at leat one blowup to get Spark's head out of his ass.
Don't forget, we're dealing with a very unreliable narrator there. Sometimes happenstance is a thing. Because Sparks is leaning heavily on his memories of his past life could mean that his perceptions from that past life are coloring his deductions now.
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Pink Flamingo Cabal Grand Vizier
- Location
- Pennsylvania
I guess that's a possibility, but the sheer amount of coincidence is too much for me to accept as just that. It's unclear how many digimon there are but based on the size of Hub City, which is one of the biggest cities, and the fact that there are 20 big cities like this, and how the majority of digimon are feral, that extrapolates out to somewhere in the high millions or tens of millions. Four digimon who knew each other in a past life all ending up in the same small-scale military unit? I don't buy it as just something that would happen on its own.
- Location
- Wherever I feel like being
- Pronouns
- He/Him
True, but who's to say that Scratch is the one manipulating things? We know that Malkimon was actually there when Verge had his "visitations" that kickstarted his memory dreams. So it's possible that there's multiple entities that are pulling the strings. And who's to say that those strings don't get tangled?
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Pink Flamingo Cabal Grand Vizier
- Location
- Pennsylvania
Er, I certainly didn't know that. When in the world was her being there in person mentioned?
31st Day Of Light: *Sistermon Noir's Concert*
drexal15
Proud GM
[] Pidmon wants to go see a concert. Apparently SistermonNoir (The *accursed Gloaming's* idol) is performing this evening. Sparks has decided to come along, so you'll go too.
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With Scratch gone, your party makes a conscious effort to push through the throng and reach the edge of the station, where the foot traffic is far less intense. Pidmon and Beat are particularly helpful here, easily pushing the weaker champions and rookies aside. You nearly find yourself being bowled over by a four-legged vulpine digimon, but thankfully Sparks manages to help you keep your balance. Finally getting out of the press of bodies is a big relief; you don't know if you could ever get used to something like this.
Interestingly enough, the various buildings by the stations all seem to have bits of colourful paper plastered on the side, each bearing a variety of text. Some advertise restaurants, others services such as "Spas" and various novelty shops. Not that you get very long to look before Pidmon lets out a shocked gasp.
"By the Lord above!" Pidmon exclaims pointing his finger accusingly at the very largest poster on the wall. You follow his motion to find… the picture of a female humanoid digimon garbed in dark clothes. Immediately your teeth clench, in a mixture of anger and fear, but after a moment the fact that it's just a picture really registers and you're able to examine it critically.
The digimon on the poster is about as *humanoid* as they come, with no discernible erroneous limbs, bestial traits, or overly monstrous features aside from her slitted silver eyes, though only one is visible in the poster. "Sistermon Noir", as the poster proudly proclaims, wears a short-skirted, black dress with a frilly hem just lengthy enough to hide her unmentionables while also revealing a pair of smooth thighs. Those lead down into jet-black stockings, which hug her flesh tightly. A white habit splays down her neck, covering the upper half of her protruding chest and thin biceps. Perhaps the most striking piece of the wommon's attire is her headdress, which has its own pointy ears and dark eyes that remind you eerily of a BlackGatomon. This smooth material falls down across her back forming what's nearly a cape...if said cape also doubled as a hat.
Beneath the picture of the *idol* are a series of large words printed in a weird font.
A series of directions in much smaller text have been taped under the poster itself, giving very specific directions on how to get there from station #5.
"The nefarious members of the Gloaming are here!" Pidmon declares, though for some reason he sounds more happy than anything else. "Friends, it says the concert is soon! We must go there and stop it at once! Who knows what poison that nefarious wen-idol could be peddling!"
"My apologies Pidmon!" Ardat replies, striking another pose. "But I must fight another foe, the constantly returning enemy who brings weakness and can only be quenched by the very greatest of edible treasures!"
... so she's hungry?
On cue, the Witchmon's stomach lets out a loud growl. Ardat's face flushes a deep shade of red, and the claw she's been using to frame her face moves to cover the embarrassment. You barely avoid letting out a chuckle at the antics. Beat clenches his left fist, popping out the spike, then rips yet another flyer off.
"... Digitamamon's cafe claims to have a Legendary Warrior working as a server." He states grouchily, glaring down at the list of menu items. Ardat leans over his arm to examine the piece of paper, resting her arm on his shoulder (because apparently she has no comprehension of fear), then pumps a fist into the air in victory.
"And it's close! Oh, how I, the master of wind would enjoy testing my manners against one such as that!" The *jiggling* champion excitedly bounces up and down on her heels, as if imagining some great event. Beside you Sparks shrugs, letting out a grunt of disagreement.
"Hrmph, I'm not hungry." His head turns over to regard Pidmon; who's looking disapprovingly at the dark Sistermon's exposed thighs. "However, 'twould be a lie to say I'm not interested in seeing this whole crazy affair with mine own eyes. Heh, if only to mock those who'd waste their time such pointless frivolities." You glance back and forth between the two groups for a second, then shuffle closer to the one-armed Wizardmon. A small sinking feeling in your chest, suggests that just letting the two of them run free with their malicious intentions might be a bad idea.
Plus, I should stick with Sparks, and umm, a "show" sounds like it could be ahum… interesting?
Your squad splits up in a sort of unspoken agreement, with Ardat and Beat heading left along the street while you follow Pidmon right, alongside Sparks. Part of you is sad to miss another potential meal considering your diet for the last few days had consisted more or less solely of travel bread. For once once you're almost a little glad your friend lost his arm. Not because of the drawbacks, but because it makes him easy to pick out in the crowd. There is a surprising number of other Wizardmon walking the streets, quite literally dozens of the champion species. A number of Witchmon also soar overhead on their booms, though their lighter hair and lack of eye-patch make it clear none of them are Ardat.
It takes a good twenty-three minutes and fourty-seven seconds of walking before the aforementioned concert hall comes into view. It's a large domed structure, roughly the same size as Gorimon's gym. Scores of digimon are lined up in front of the large solitary opening, with a few holding strange objects such as signs and flags. A pair of Guardromon stand at attention in front of the building's door, processing the fans one at a time.
The two-winged angel literally skips towards the line, and while it's hard to hear things through the noise of city-life you're pretty sure the champion is humming something, though it's too faint for you to make out anything concrete about the tune. You're forced to wait twenty eight minutes in boredom before the queue finally reaches its end and the three of you are admitted… for the *low* price of three hundred bits apiece. Which translates out to roughly a full day's pay.
You bid the currency farewell, trying not to wince at the prospect of only having eleven-hundred bits. Sparks and Pidmon on the other paw pay up without any form of trouble whatsoever. From what you understand neither of the champions have really spent their pay (or profits from the crystals in Sparks' case) on anything, so by your guess they're both significantly more wealthy than you at the moment. Afterwards Pidmon flashes the both of you a wide, sparkling grin.
"Trust me, friends! The piddling price will be worth it if we can do our part to curb the Gloaming's influence!" Sparks lets out a small laugh of amusement, and you nervously join in on the laughing, mostly out of peer pressure. The angel, seeming to take that for agreement, nods and then whirls to head inside. You stare after the holy digimon for a second, the full weight of his words finally sinking in.
Just… just what is he planning to do?
"Sparks, are we really going to uh, help Pidmon like... disrupt the show?" A small lizard digimon with a wooden stick pokes your back, pushing you into moving inside. Sparks calmly, steps along with you with a nod.
"Verily, or least that is mine intention!" he lets out another chuckle. "Heh, 'twill make for an amusing sight; of that I am assured." You stare nervously at the small champion for a second, then sweep your gaze over the literal hundreds of other mon crowded into the open area. A single massive raised stage lays at the back of the packed building, taking up perhaps a fifth of the building's visible space. Aside from a series of strange looking black boxes lining the bottom, it looks wholly unremarkable.
Your attention is drawn away to a group of fifteen individuals made up of Wizardmon, Candlemon, Goblimon and a couple of other species you don't recognize at all. They're all joined together to hold aloft a large banner bearing the titular singer's name.
Their leader, a mon who looks like a taller Wizardmon dressed in fire-themed clothing, is actively and animatedly explaining something so loud you can't help but hear it over of the fuss.
"Right everyone! When Noir comes out we all cheer together! I'll go first and make sure the banner is properly wreathed, then it's up to the rest of you to make sure she knows we're here for her!"
Various exclamations of "Yes sir!", "You got it!" And "For the Noir!" echo out from the gathered rookies and champions. Before the strangely tall and well muscled Wizardmon can say anything else, a winged shadow falls over him.
"This support of the accursed Gloaming is foolish and heretical! Your efforts should be towards SistermonBlanc and the Blessed Host!" Pidmon heckles, causing a number of the gathered Candlemon to flinch back. However, the fiery wizard twirls around to glare up at your friend. You stare at the two, not really sure what to do or say. The entire thing is just befuddling. Beside you Sparks just keeps on freaking chuckling, the unhelpful jerk.
I mean they're… they're singers! Who cares!? I-I don't get why all of this is necessary.
"Pfft, Blanc?" he scoffs in distaste. "She's shy, *pure*, praises the host, and is just... boring. Noir is so peppy and cheerful! Fun!..." What he says next is almost a whisper but clearly meant to be heard "And when I look at her chest it's not completely flat."
There's a flash of movement; one second Pidmon's standing there in complete eerie silence, then a panicked "Gerk!" as the smaller champion is suddenly suspended in mid air by his throat. Your friend hauls the wide-eyed fan *face to face*.
What the- Pidmon! What are you doing? Why!? All-all he said was...
You're not the only one to notice the disturbance - the rest of the fan club tense up readying themselves for a fight, while the other bystanders look on in confusion and worry. The chuckles from Sparks redouble in strength. You really should say something, but you're too nervous and hesitant - what does one even say at a time like this?
"You were looking at what!?" Pidmon growls low in his throat, his hand tightening further much to the tall Wizardmon's distress. It clutches at the limb, hands wreathed in fire, but your friend ignores the burns starting to ripple across his wrist. The angel waits until his *foes* eyes are about to pop out of their sockets before releasing his grip, releasing the now gasping champion to the ground. Pidmon ignores the discarded mon with uncharactersitc disdain, and nods his head towards the stage. The fan club however, don't seem to be taking what happened to their leader laying down, and step forward ready to brawl. Not that the angel seems to give a single shred of concern.
"Verge, Sparks, make ready. Once she comes out we shall carry the Lord's will and end this farce of a-"
"Happy Evening Everyone! I hope you're all ready~!" A distractingly happy, high-pitched voice booms from the stage cutting him off.
The various gathered digimon all shout their own answers, including the fan club which for now is too distracted by her entrance to continue their advance. You push down a flash of fear-interlaced with anger and glance at Sparks… whose mirror-like eyes are lit up with maniacal interest and amusement. Something about it sends shivers down your spine.
Honestly, you still have no idea why everyone is so excited.
Pidmon stares (or presumably glares; it's hard to tell under the helmet) at the skipping and twirling figure, silently following her path across the stage greeting her nearby fans- and continues to stare, and stare, and stare. SistermonNoir asks a few questions, getting very loud responses from the crowd with even more cheers, but you're too scared and stressed out to process any of it. Behind you the fanclub enacts their plan, wreathing their massive white banner in blue flame and setting it to fly above their positions, which earns them a wink from the humanoid mon. The holy champion however ignores it all, his head only moving slightly to follow the path of her movement.
"Hey… are you umm, okay, Pidmon?" you stammer anxiously. While he doesn't respond verbally, your friend's left hand clenched around his weapon tight enough that the metal begins to groan in protest.
Just… what's wrong with him? Why is he reacting like this?! Is he like… trying to hold himself back from attacking?
Then the black boxes on the stage begin to emit sound somehow, carrying a strange type of music. Booming noise, loud enough to drown out all but the loudest yells echo throughout the hall
Lyric start at 1:12, song ends at 3:00
Noir begins bobbing up and down in time with the music, then after a score of seconds begins to add lyrics to the tune.
It's… surprisingly nice, but the entire thing can't help remind you of Lunamon and the performance she'd given the village right before…
Before Count took her, then his servants and Repulsa destroyed everything
You zone out for a little while, only coming back to things as Sparks gives you a poke. He's forced to raise his voice to what you can only call a 'casual yell', and you do the same in response.
"Heh, 'tis nice enough I suppose! But do mon seriously pay for this kind of thing?!"
"I-I mean, I guess if they don't have anything else to spend their bits on?!"
"Thine words art logical enough! Hehehehe! and I knoweth the perfect way to make things more interesting!"
"Umm, please don't! It's not worth it!" You don't quite beg the younger digimon but it's close. There are a lot of rookies and champions here, and you don't like the look in your friends eye. 'More Interesting' probably means he's going to try and do something to he deems funny, and you know what his sense of humour is like. On second thought, perhaps you should beg.
"Hrm..." he grumbles unhappily at your request before sighing. "Very well! Mine hand will not set these simpletons to true rage!" You can't hear it well over the music, but you think he also says "Buzzkill…" at a normal volume.
That's… good?
With that situation dealt with you glance towards Pidmon again. The holy champion, still not saying anything, begins pushing his way closer towards the stage, effortlessly shoving other mon out of the way up to and including a Tyranomon. You scamper behind him in full panic-mode intent to give what little support you can (and more importantly to stop Pidmon from going nuts). Your friend makes makes his way to the foot of the stage, then flinches back, as the stilling performing Sistermon throws a wink his way.
"Pidmon, we should go! She's just, uh, singing! Nothing evil!"
And if we make a commotion the hundreds of other mon might delete us!
He stays silent, and for a second you think the holy mon is ignoring you, then he visibly deflates. For a second you think that this will be the end of things, then the music cuts off.
"Thanks for your support everyone~! Did you like the song?"
A tidal wave of arrimative noise pours over the stage, painfully stinging you ears as hundreds of mon cheer. However when it ends, a familiar voice shouts out.
"Booo! No! I demand a refund! SistermonBlanc was a thousand times better than you, you untalented, unemolidas hack!"
...Whyyyyyyyy?
Sparks slams his staff point first to the ground making an audible *boom* then throws you a mischievous wink. The crowd collectively turns to glare at him, and you're immediately beset with fear. It feels like your group is about to get mobbed and torn apart. You look down towards the floor, contemplating the success of digging your way out, then snarl in frustration as it proves to be a type of metal.
There's another flash of motion as Pidmon bowls over half a dozen other mon, and angrily grabs Sparks by the collar. He hoists the surprised cripple up by his collar, and...
"Hold your tongue! She's giving it her all out there and doing a great job of it! I won't stand for such disrespect!"
...Spirits above I don't even know what's going on anymore.
"Teehee! Thanks for the compliments! It's always so nice to see my fans so willing to stand up for me!" The idol sticks out her tongue towards Sparks, then winks at Pidmon once more. "It's so nice to see even a Pidmon amongst their ranks! Hyuk, hyuk, hyuk!"
Sparks is dropped like a sack full of travel bread, but he doesn't seem to mind. If anything, the one armed mon seems more amused than anything at the angry mutterings being directed his way. As if making people mad is by itself an enjoyable accomplishment to him.
"Erm, I-ah. I-I'm not your fan!" Pidmon sputters, "There's-there's no way I could like the music of a member of the Accursed Gloaming! No-no matter how nice it sounds... Sistemon Blanc is totally the best, hyuk and uh... y-you should be wearing a longer skirt and not showing off your chest, you shouldn't let others look at you like that-not that I care! You're an enemy of all that is good and want to…" He trails off as the idol stares at him her silver eyes filled with suspicion, anger and something else you can't identify.
It's at this point where a Gaurdromon pushes aside the crowd around you and orders the three of you to leave. With the surrounding rookies and champions all jeering and glaring murder at your group, it sounds like the wholly sensible thing to do. You're all escorted towards the exit in the most humiliating two minutes of your life, but Pidmon can't help but let out one parting sentence which just calls even more negative attention to you all.
"Do not listen to Gloaming propaganda! Even Sistermon Noir is just a tool for their accursed evil ways! To spit in the face of God like this is the height of-" He exits through the door, or rather is forcefully shoved out by the now very exasperated Guardromon, just in time to avoid being hit by a fireball.
You're just glad to finally be out of there (and that you don't live here). Sparks however is still chuckling.
I don't think concerts are for me.
From there things go much smoother. Pidmon pays for some roasted meat at a street stall for everyone. The angel is uncharacteristically silent most of the time, and you have a feeling that seeing the performance might have upset him.
Since there's still time to run another errand before heading back to the station, you ask the others to:
=== (Choose One)
[] Look for someplace that might sell healing discs. Who knows, it might come in handy at some point.
[] Look for a place that might be able to sell magical stuff. You doubt it comes cheap, but maybe Sparks would like it even if you can't afford anything?
[] Perhaps this place has a Host establishment of some kind? Might cheer Pidmon up at least.
[] Just skip it, head straight back and start waiting. Right now you just want to bury yourself underground for a few days, to be honest,
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Authors Note: Sparks was planning something much, much worse. It was only thanks to Verge asking him that he toned down to just a shout. Edit: Seriously if not for Verge he and Pidmon would be running from an angry crowd.
… This update turned out a lot longer than I thought. I have no idea how it came to 3000 words. I've had it ready since early this afternoon, but couldn't find the time to post it until now. Sorry.
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With Scratch gone, your party makes a conscious effort to push through the throng and reach the edge of the station, where the foot traffic is far less intense. Pidmon and Beat are particularly helpful here, easily pushing the weaker champions and rookies aside. You nearly find yourself being bowled over by a four-legged vulpine digimon, but thankfully Sparks manages to help you keep your balance. Finally getting out of the press of bodies is a big relief; you don't know if you could ever get used to something like this.
Interestingly enough, the various buildings by the stations all seem to have bits of colourful paper plastered on the side, each bearing a variety of text. Some advertise restaurants, others services such as "Spas" and various novelty shops. Not that you get very long to look before Pidmon lets out a shocked gasp.
"By the Lord above!" Pidmon exclaims pointing his finger accusingly at the very largest poster on the wall. You follow his motion to find… the picture of a female humanoid digimon garbed in dark clothes. Immediately your teeth clench, in a mixture of anger and fear, but after a moment the fact that it's just a picture really registers and you're able to examine it critically.
The digimon on the poster is about as *humanoid* as they come, with no discernible erroneous limbs, bestial traits, or overly monstrous features aside from her slitted silver eyes, though only one is visible in the poster. "Sistermon Noir", as the poster proudly proclaims, wears a short-skirted, black dress with a frilly hem just lengthy enough to hide her unmentionables while also revealing a pair of smooth thighs. Those lead down into jet-black stockings, which hug her flesh tightly. A white habit splays down her neck, covering the upper half of her protruding chest and thin biceps. Perhaps the most striking piece of the wommon's attire is her headdress, which has its own pointy ears and dark eyes that remind you eerily of a BlackGatomon. This smooth material falls down across her back forming what's nearly a cape...if said cape also doubled as a hat.
Beneath the picture of the *idol* are a series of large words printed in a weird font.
A series of directions in much smaller text have been taped under the poster itself, giving very specific directions on how to get there from station #5.
"The nefarious members of the Gloaming are here!" Pidmon declares, though for some reason he sounds more happy than anything else. "Friends, it says the concert is soon! We must go there and stop it at once! Who knows what poison that nefarious wen-idol could be peddling!"
"My apologies Pidmon!" Ardat replies, striking another pose. "But I must fight another foe, the constantly returning enemy who brings weakness and can only be quenched by the very greatest of edible treasures!"
... so she's hungry?
On cue, the Witchmon's stomach lets out a loud growl. Ardat's face flushes a deep shade of red, and the claw she's been using to frame her face moves to cover the embarrassment. You barely avoid letting out a chuckle at the antics. Beat clenches his left fist, popping out the spike, then rips yet another flyer off.
"... Digitamamon's cafe claims to have a Legendary Warrior working as a server." He states grouchily, glaring down at the list of menu items. Ardat leans over his arm to examine the piece of paper, resting her arm on his shoulder (because apparently she has no comprehension of fear), then pumps a fist into the air in victory.
"And it's close! Oh, how I, the master of wind would enjoy testing my manners against one such as that!" The *jiggling* champion excitedly bounces up and down on her heels, as if imagining some great event. Beside you Sparks shrugs, letting out a grunt of disagreement.
"Hrmph, I'm not hungry." His head turns over to regard Pidmon; who's looking disapprovingly at the dark Sistermon's exposed thighs. "However, 'twould be a lie to say I'm not interested in seeing this whole crazy affair with mine own eyes. Heh, if only to mock those who'd waste their time such pointless frivolities." You glance back and forth between the two groups for a second, then shuffle closer to the one-armed Wizardmon. A small sinking feeling in your chest, suggests that just letting the two of them run free with their malicious intentions might be a bad idea.
Plus, I should stick with Sparks, and umm, a "show" sounds like it could be ahum… interesting?
Your squad splits up in a sort of unspoken agreement, with Ardat and Beat heading left along the street while you follow Pidmon right, alongside Sparks. Part of you is sad to miss another potential meal considering your diet for the last few days had consisted more or less solely of travel bread. For once once you're almost a little glad your friend lost his arm. Not because of the drawbacks, but because it makes him easy to pick out in the crowd. There is a surprising number of other Wizardmon walking the streets, quite literally dozens of the champion species. A number of Witchmon also soar overhead on their booms, though their lighter hair and lack of eye-patch make it clear none of them are Ardat.
It takes a good twenty-three minutes and fourty-seven seconds of walking before the aforementioned concert hall comes into view. It's a large domed structure, roughly the same size as Gorimon's gym. Scores of digimon are lined up in front of the large solitary opening, with a few holding strange objects such as signs and flags. A pair of Guardromon stand at attention in front of the building's door, processing the fans one at a time.
The two-winged angel literally skips towards the line, and while it's hard to hear things through the noise of city-life you're pretty sure the champion is humming something, though it's too faint for you to make out anything concrete about the tune. You're forced to wait twenty eight minutes in boredom before the queue finally reaches its end and the three of you are admitted… for the *low* price of three hundred bits apiece. Which translates out to roughly a full day's pay.
You bid the currency farewell, trying not to wince at the prospect of only having eleven-hundred bits. Sparks and Pidmon on the other paw pay up without any form of trouble whatsoever. From what you understand neither of the champions have really spent their pay (or profits from the crystals in Sparks' case) on anything, so by your guess they're both significantly more wealthy than you at the moment. Afterwards Pidmon flashes the both of you a wide, sparkling grin.
"Trust me, friends! The piddling price will be worth it if we can do our part to curb the Gloaming's influence!" Sparks lets out a small laugh of amusement, and you nervously join in on the laughing, mostly out of peer pressure. The angel, seeming to take that for agreement, nods and then whirls to head inside. You stare after the holy digimon for a second, the full weight of his words finally sinking in.
Just… just what is he planning to do?
"Sparks, are we really going to uh, help Pidmon like... disrupt the show?" A small lizard digimon with a wooden stick pokes your back, pushing you into moving inside. Sparks calmly, steps along with you with a nod.
"Verily, or least that is mine intention!" he lets out another chuckle. "Heh, 'twill make for an amusing sight; of that I am assured." You stare nervously at the small champion for a second, then sweep your gaze over the literal hundreds of other mon crowded into the open area. A single massive raised stage lays at the back of the packed building, taking up perhaps a fifth of the building's visible space. Aside from a series of strange looking black boxes lining the bottom, it looks wholly unremarkable.
Your attention is drawn away to a group of fifteen individuals made up of Wizardmon, Candlemon, Goblimon and a couple of other species you don't recognize at all. They're all joined together to hold aloft a large banner bearing the titular singer's name.
Their leader, a mon who looks like a taller Wizardmon dressed in fire-themed clothing, is actively and animatedly explaining something so loud you can't help but hear it over of the fuss.
"Right everyone! When Noir comes out we all cheer together! I'll go first and make sure the banner is properly wreathed, then it's up to the rest of you to make sure she knows we're here for her!"
Various exclamations of "Yes sir!", "You got it!" And "For the Noir!" echo out from the gathered rookies and champions. Before the strangely tall and well muscled Wizardmon can say anything else, a winged shadow falls over him.
"This support of the accursed Gloaming is foolish and heretical! Your efforts should be towards SistermonBlanc and the Blessed Host!" Pidmon heckles, causing a number of the gathered Candlemon to flinch back. However, the fiery wizard twirls around to glare up at your friend. You stare at the two, not really sure what to do or say. The entire thing is just befuddling. Beside you Sparks just keeps on freaking chuckling, the unhelpful jerk.
I mean they're… they're singers! Who cares!? I-I don't get why all of this is necessary.
"Pfft, Blanc?" he scoffs in distaste. "She's shy, *pure*, praises the host, and is just... boring. Noir is so peppy and cheerful! Fun!..." What he says next is almost a whisper but clearly meant to be heard "And when I look at her chest it's not completely flat."
There's a flash of movement; one second Pidmon's standing there in complete eerie silence, then a panicked "Gerk!" as the smaller champion is suddenly suspended in mid air by his throat. Your friend hauls the wide-eyed fan *face to face*.
What the- Pidmon! What are you doing? Why!? All-all he said was...
You're not the only one to notice the disturbance - the rest of the fan club tense up readying themselves for a fight, while the other bystanders look on in confusion and worry. The chuckles from Sparks redouble in strength. You really should say something, but you're too nervous and hesitant - what does one even say at a time like this?
"You were looking at what!?" Pidmon growls low in his throat, his hand tightening further much to the tall Wizardmon's distress. It clutches at the limb, hands wreathed in fire, but your friend ignores the burns starting to ripple across his wrist. The angel waits until his *foes* eyes are about to pop out of their sockets before releasing his grip, releasing the now gasping champion to the ground. Pidmon ignores the discarded mon with uncharactersitc disdain, and nods his head towards the stage. The fan club however, don't seem to be taking what happened to their leader laying down, and step forward ready to brawl. Not that the angel seems to give a single shred of concern.
"Verge, Sparks, make ready. Once she comes out we shall carry the Lord's will and end this farce of a-"
"Happy Evening Everyone! I hope you're all ready~!" A distractingly happy, high-pitched voice booms from the stage cutting him off.
The various gathered digimon all shout their own answers, including the fan club which for now is too distracted by her entrance to continue their advance. You push down a flash of fear-interlaced with anger and glance at Sparks… whose mirror-like eyes are lit up with maniacal interest and amusement. Something about it sends shivers down your spine.
Honestly, you still have no idea why everyone is so excited.
Pidmon stares (or presumably glares; it's hard to tell under the helmet) at the skipping and twirling figure, silently following her path across the stage greeting her nearby fans- and continues to stare, and stare, and stare. SistermonNoir asks a few questions, getting very loud responses from the crowd with even more cheers, but you're too scared and stressed out to process any of it. Behind you the fanclub enacts their plan, wreathing their massive white banner in blue flame and setting it to fly above their positions, which earns them a wink from the humanoid mon. The holy champion however ignores it all, his head only moving slightly to follow the path of her movement.
"Hey… are you umm, okay, Pidmon?" you stammer anxiously. While he doesn't respond verbally, your friend's left hand clenched around his weapon tight enough that the metal begins to groan in protest.
Just… what's wrong with him? Why is he reacting like this?! Is he like… trying to hold himself back from attacking?
Then the black boxes on the stage begin to emit sound somehow, carrying a strange type of music. Booming noise, loud enough to drown out all but the loudest yells echo throughout the hall
Lyric start at 1:12, song ends at 3:00
Noir begins bobbing up and down in time with the music, then after a score of seconds begins to add lyrics to the tune.
It's… surprisingly nice, but the entire thing can't help remind you of Lunamon and the performance she'd given the village right before…
Before Count took her, then his servants and Repulsa destroyed everything
You zone out for a little while, only coming back to things as Sparks gives you a poke. He's forced to raise his voice to what you can only call a 'casual yell', and you do the same in response.
"Heh, 'tis nice enough I suppose! But do mon seriously pay for this kind of thing?!"
"I-I mean, I guess if they don't have anything else to spend their bits on?!"
"Thine words art logical enough! Hehehehe! and I knoweth the perfect way to make things more interesting!"
"Umm, please don't! It's not worth it!" You don't quite beg the younger digimon but it's close. There are a lot of rookies and champions here, and you don't like the look in your friends eye. 'More Interesting' probably means he's going to try and do something to he deems funny, and you know what his sense of humour is like. On second thought, perhaps you should beg.
"Hrm..." he grumbles unhappily at your request before sighing. "Very well! Mine hand will not set these simpletons to true rage!" You can't hear it well over the music, but you think he also says "Buzzkill…" at a normal volume.
That's… good?
With that situation dealt with you glance towards Pidmon again. The holy champion, still not saying anything, begins pushing his way closer towards the stage, effortlessly shoving other mon out of the way up to and including a Tyranomon. You scamper behind him in full panic-mode intent to give what little support you can (and more importantly to stop Pidmon from going nuts). Your friend makes makes his way to the foot of the stage, then flinches back, as the stilling performing Sistermon throws a wink his way.
"Pidmon, we should go! She's just, uh, singing! Nothing evil!"
And if we make a commotion the hundreds of other mon might delete us!
He stays silent, and for a second you think the holy mon is ignoring you, then he visibly deflates. For a second you think that this will be the end of things, then the music cuts off.
"Thanks for your support everyone~! Did you like the song?"
A tidal wave of arrimative noise pours over the stage, painfully stinging you ears as hundreds of mon cheer. However when it ends, a familiar voice shouts out.
"Booo! No! I demand a refund! SistermonBlanc was a thousand times better than you, you untalented, unemolidas hack!"
...Whyyyyyyyy?
Sparks slams his staff point first to the ground making an audible *boom* then throws you a mischievous wink. The crowd collectively turns to glare at him, and you're immediately beset with fear. It feels like your group is about to get mobbed and torn apart. You look down towards the floor, contemplating the success of digging your way out, then snarl in frustration as it proves to be a type of metal.
There's another flash of motion as Pidmon bowls over half a dozen other mon, and angrily grabs Sparks by the collar. He hoists the surprised cripple up by his collar, and...
"Hold your tongue! She's giving it her all out there and doing a great job of it! I won't stand for such disrespect!"
...Spirits above I don't even know what's going on anymore.
"Teehee! Thanks for the compliments! It's always so nice to see my fans so willing to stand up for me!" The idol sticks out her tongue towards Sparks, then winks at Pidmon once more. "It's so nice to see even a Pidmon amongst their ranks! Hyuk, hyuk, hyuk!"
Sparks is dropped like a sack full of travel bread, but he doesn't seem to mind. If anything, the one armed mon seems more amused than anything at the angry mutterings being directed his way. As if making people mad is by itself an enjoyable accomplishment to him.
"Erm, I-ah. I-I'm not your fan!" Pidmon sputters, "There's-there's no way I could like the music of a member of the Accursed Gloaming! No-no matter how nice it sounds... Sistemon Blanc is totally the best, hyuk and uh... y-you should be wearing a longer skirt and not showing off your chest, you shouldn't let others look at you like that-not that I care! You're an enemy of all that is good and want to…" He trails off as the idol stares at him her silver eyes filled with suspicion, anger and something else you can't identify.
It's at this point where a Gaurdromon pushes aside the crowd around you and orders the three of you to leave. With the surrounding rookies and champions all jeering and glaring murder at your group, it sounds like the wholly sensible thing to do. You're all escorted towards the exit in the most humiliating two minutes of your life, but Pidmon can't help but let out one parting sentence which just calls even more negative attention to you all.
"Do not listen to Gloaming propaganda! Even Sistermon Noir is just a tool for their accursed evil ways! To spit in the face of God like this is the height of-" He exits through the door, or rather is forcefully shoved out by the now very exasperated Guardromon, just in time to avoid being hit by a fireball.
You're just glad to finally be out of there (and that you don't live here). Sparks however is still chuckling.
I don't think concerts are for me.
From there things go much smoother. Pidmon pays for some roasted meat at a street stall for everyone. The angel is uncharacteristically silent most of the time, and you have a feeling that seeing the performance might have upset him.
Since there's still time to run another errand before heading back to the station, you ask the others to:
=== (Choose One)
[] Look for someplace that might sell healing discs. Who knows, it might come in handy at some point.
[] Look for a place that might be able to sell magical stuff. You doubt it comes cheap, but maybe Sparks would like it even if you can't afford anything?
[] Perhaps this place has a Host establishment of some kind? Might cheer Pidmon up at least.
[] Just skip it, head straight back and start waiting. Right now you just want to bury yourself underground for a few days, to be honest,
===
Authors Note: Sparks was planning something much, much worse. It was only thanks to Verge asking him that he toned down to just a shout. Edit: Seriously if not for Verge he and Pidmon would be running from an angry crowd.
… This update turned out a lot longer than I thought. I have no idea how it came to 3000 words. I've had it ready since early this afternoon, but couldn't find the time to post it until now. Sorry.
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Vanargand
So tired.....
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While we do have healing magic, having healing items is always nice. Plus can focus on using more enegry on buffs and light ball.
Edit: Thought about it abit and after reading some of the comments, I changed me vote.
[X] Perhaps this place has a Host establishment of some kind? Might cheer Pidmon up at least.
Might as well try and cheer Pit up and hy maybe we can learn about our Faction from a less enthusiastic source.
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Vanargand
So tired.....
Wait Lunamon liked singing and Myotismon called Lunamon his 'Starlet' was it?
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- He/Him
So, my running theory right now is that either Noir was to Pidmon as we were to Lunamon, or they were both in the same age group and were together a lot. The fact that they have identical laughs does't strike me as coincidence. Pidmon is the only mon we've heard laugh like that up until now.Pidmon really should be more honest with his taste in music.
Vanargand
So tired.....
Pidmon really should be more honest with his taste in music.
That's how Myotismon wins. He will create idol groups to enslave everyone's minds!
You know, I highly doubt we have enough cash to actually buy a healing disk.
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Called it.
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That's EA levels of evil!
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drexal15
Proud GM
Verge doesn't but Sparks must assuredly does.
Vanargand
So tired.....
Yes? We also know Lunamon disobeys Myotismon constantly he wouldn't let her loose in a easy to lose place like this. It's mostly jokes and shit I noticed Pidmon's weirdness and their shared laugh
Reminder
"Where's my cash Verge?"
"Auger. I haven't seen you in 5 years and those are your first words?"
"Money is money."
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