Digimon Inheritance: A Heroic Lion's Turbulent Times (Finished)
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[X] Offer to pay the price in *Drunky's* place. They could be useful if you have to do any more traveling in the coming days.
This is one of those votes that makes my brain go all twisty.
From an IC perspective, hiring the boat ourselves on the offchance we might need it seems weird.
From a meta perspective, it seems weird that the QM would offer the option if there wasn't a point to it. That leads into a recursive spiral regarding the possibility of trap votes vs thinking that drexal15 isn't the sort of inflict trap votes, and then part of the brain goes off on a tangent about vote design and... yeah, twisty.
This is one of those votes that makes my brain go all twisty.
From an IC perspective, hiring the boat ourselves on the offchance we might need it seems weird.
From a meta perspective, it seems weird that the QM would offer the option if there wasn't a point to it. That leads into a recursive spiral regarding the possibility of trap votes vs thinking that drexal15 isn't the sort of inflict trap votes, and then part of the brain goes off on a tangent about vote design and... yeah, twisty.
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drexal15
Proud GM
I mean... I guess I didn't explain the IC reasons clear enough sorry.
Verge knows that CaptainHookmon's ship is fast, at least semi-reliable and has an array of weapons. Their *real* mission here is to chase down Counts servants and catch them outside the city.
Now technically speaking, the squad can just fly/be carried, though even with Void-Step Verge would be more comfortable with a solid platform. Verge also hasn't been able to test of Void-Step will function the exact same underwater.
Lastly also doesn't know any other ships that can be hired currently. This one is right here, and CaptainHookmon just made the offer.
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While reading, bolded bit primed me to think about this in terms of a single return trip, rather than ongoing operations.
drexal15
Proud GM
Ah. My thanks for pointing that out,
Reworked it now. Should be clearer.
[x] Save your bits. If your superior doesn't think she needs them then you probably don't.
- Location
- Somewhere over the Rainbow
[X] Offer to pay the price in *Drunky's* place. They could be useful if you have to do any more traveling in the coming days.
Knight-Radiant
Recovering Rageaholic
[X] Offer to pay the price in *Drunky's* place. They could be useful if you have to do any more traveling in the coming days.
Moar mobility is good. We don't have a big purchase planned so there's no big reason to hold back.
Moar mobility is good. We don't have a big purchase planned so there's no big reason to hold back.
GwaedDraig
Crazed Gun-dino
- Location
- Breadcrumbs and Beaver spit
[X] Offer to pay the price in *Drunky's* place. They could be useful if you have to do any more traveling in the coming days.
[x] Save your bits. If your superior doesn't think she needs them then you probably don't.
Hmmm a part of me wonders if the majority of temple associated cities are ruled by Beast Spirit rulers... it's make sense considering that they can get do discount Mega levels of stronk.
Hmmm a part of me wonders if the majority of temple associated cities are ruled by Beast Spirit rulers... it's make sense considering that they can get do discount Mega levels of stronk.
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drexal15
Proud GM
[] Save your bits. If your superior doesn't think she needs them then you probably don't.
===
In the end you hold your tongue. You *trust* Imperius Angewomon... in this matter at least. If she doesn't think it's worth purchasing their services for the mission, then neither do you. Plus you can probably rent another ship later anyways, this city is bound to have others available.
Due to the voyage being over the Hanumon finally unwrap your paws, leaving you able to properly move again. The crew give you a few odd glances for hopping into the air, then bounding off the ship, but you're just happy to finally be off that accursed vessel. Though... you swear that HippoGriffomon is laughing at you considering the pitch of his "warks".
... Spirits below, I don't wish to return this way.
After everymon in your squad has departed, Angewomon grabs a random Coelamon from the *dock* and starts trying to interrogate him about where the "Auga Hotel" is. And by *interrogate* you mean she lifts him up and begins shaking him until he spits out an answer. It does work, but also makes the rest of the workforce rally to try and help the lone worker, including a Zudomon... that's actually taller than you. Probably a foreman of some sort.
And a mon you'd love to fight after spending so much time *resting*.
"Rgh, let him go choir boys!" Your leader's response is drop the champion, put a hand on the hilt of her sword-then whirl around and immediately bursts into a sprint.
"Book it assholes!"
...
"Heh. Hehehe..."
"..."
"Sir I'm so sorry about that!" Pit shouts, bowing deeply to the surprised Ultimate. "We're here on a holy mission! Not to... uh. that..."
The Ultimate glares down at your friend for a few seconds, then crosses his arms and sighs.
"Aren't you polite... Well, no harm, no foul. Just go."
"Ah, thank you sir!"
"Hmph."
You can't help but feel... disappointed by this outcome. But you're not going to start a fight. Catching up to *Drunky* isn't difficult, she didn't run very far away at all. Pit glowers at her, but the archangel ignores him in favour of popping another drink.
The next minutes are spent traversing through Water-Temple City's *streets*, an odd hybrid of canals separating streets, bridges and buildings rising up out of the water. You're even more careful than usual here, knowing one wrong step might cause you to fall into the dark water below. And with your weight... swimming simply isn't possible. Sadly the local mon all appear to be fairly skittish for some reason, though it's not the same as BaroTown. Instead of suspicious... they're scared. Not directly of your squad, but... of something. At least that's what you pick up going by their downcast heads and flinching whenever a loud noise is made.
Statues of Calamaramon (albeit smaller ones) are still dotted about the place, though upon getting deeper in you spot several that have been smashed. Odd symbols are marked on the walls by these, what looks like... a round head with twenty small tentacles winding down the bottom and wings on either side. Kind of creepy, but nothing to be scared of.
Sparks actively moves up to investigate one of the downed statues, whistling as he gazes down at the *wommon* half strewn across the ground.
"Hrm... ya know, I could find out what *Calamaramon* is auctioning. Might be somethin' worth buyin'"
"... how?"
"Why, hehe, with mine natural charm and superb flattery."
"That's a horrible fucking idea."
"Tch, bet I can."
"Sparks." You half-growl, leading to the armor-mon smirking.
"Worry not mine friend. I shalt put thine advice into good consideration."
... why does that make me more worried?... Focus Verge. Focus.
"That is good advisor Sparks! Now let us carry out our mission to find the Accursed Gloaming scu-" The angel cuts himself off mid-sentence noticing your glare, then coughs. "-foes."
Yes. I wish to fight soon. My path has been far too bereft of battle; honorable or otherwise.
"Shh! Don't blabber about our fucking mission!"
"Yes ma'am!"
Another couple minutes go by before your attention is drawn to a series of scared shouts nearby. The speaker is a large black and white humanoid digimon with flippers instead of arms, a vest and... circular object around his waist. An off combination to be certain.
"No! No please! I'm not with them! Don't take me to-" That's all he manages to get out before a white tentacle covers his mouth. A tall, vile-looking dark blue digimon with four white tentacles drags him forward, a sneer on his face. He doesn't speak, simply dragging the other mon past the street then down into the water. The surrounding mon give this all a wide berth, not even daring to look at the Ultimate. Pit lifts his staff as if to chase after them, but Imperius Angewomon puts a hand on his shoulder and shakes her head.
... I think I may know why they're scared.
After an hour of gloomy walking, you finally arrive at the hotel, a wide and *tall* light blue building rising a full ten stories out of the water. And is thus, one of the tallest around. As you get near the main entrance, a pair of faint whispers reach your ears.
"They're close! Fonce get ready!"
"Lady Drop, I'm snot sure I've memorized all my lines. Maybe-"
"Listen to your surpreme goddess! They're almost here! Drac will help you out right?!"
"... don't involve me in this."
What?
Before you can so much as blink, the large wooden double-doors are shoved open as a Knightmon bulls his way through the portal. Your core pulses with rage... then confusion as you look the ultimate over. His tabard, sheathes and eyes... they're all pink. And... there's a small wommon laying down on her left shoulder with both eyes closes as if she's unconscious.
"Ha ha ha! Despair citizens for I have kidnapped the beautiful and supreme guardian of the net ocean! Drop the-the..." She pauses as if struggling to remember something, then takes one step back to look towards the door. "Sir Dracm, my line."
"What kind of mon did I prank to deserve this?" The masculine voice from before grumbles in exasperation.
"Yes, that must be it. Thanks sir Drac. Drop the, what kind of mon did I prank to deserve this!"
"No, no, no! That wasn't it you... you stupid-heads!" The *kidnapped* mon shouts, smacking the Knight's head. "Ow! Darnit Fonce! Now look what you've done!"
"... sorry Lady Drop."
"Don't be sorry! Go, go fight one of them!"
"I... the fuck is..." Imperius Angewomon can't finish her sentence. She pulls out a flask and desperately tips it over her open mouth.
Sparks is rolling on the ground for some reason, making some very... odd sounds. Almost like stifled laughter. Beat is... sitting down and has his hand pressed up again his face again.
*Crack*
... hard enough to damage his chitin apparently.
"Friends! Is... this a kidnapping?"
"Yes?" You reply, rearing up and taking a step towards the pair of mon. The entire situation is odd, but you're not going to pass up the chance to fight. "Please, allow me to take this battle."
"Very well my stalwart comrade! Go out and defeat this foe!"
"It is for naught brave warrior! Only a-oh got it. Only a true and brave insect digimon can bring me to defeat!"
"We shall see." You growl, as the Ranamon goes limp again. "Crescent Dawn!"
Your left war-gauntlet sweeps down, aiming directly for the knight's armored shoulder-
*Clang*
-only for it to be effortlessly parried up and away. Her return sweep is less than half the speed, almost lazy in its movements, but even that blows through your guard and slices into your chest.
"By the Great Tree! I'm so sorry about that Gryzmon! Tha-that was just supposed to graze!"
How did she-and sorry? What is thi-Focus!
"Mach Jab Combo!" A barrage of lefts dart out towards the wommon, but she easily brings her berserk sword around to knock each of the eight blows aside. Not letting up, you take a step closer and pull back both arms. "Hammer rush!" Punches powerful enough to delete a lesser Ultimate strike forth-and are easily deflected. However you grit your teeth and take another step forward, shorting the arc of your strikes and throwing more of the powerful rapid punches. The Knightmon is forced to actively back away under your flurry and even starts actively dodging amidst her parries.
How... how is this possible?! Focus Verge!
Five seconds pass, ten, a minute. An attempt to force her to the water's edge is soundly defeated as she simply darts aside faster than any of your punches and gets to a new position. Finally you growl and back off, still not having dealt so much as a single scratch to the armored foe. Your core pulses, not in anger but... recognition. For a moment you have the feeling that maybe you shouldn't be fighting her. But that's shoved away by a sense of frustration.
How... what can I do? Do not hesitate! I refuse to simply back down.
===Choose One:
[] Call in Sparks to help. Maybe with his assistance you can at least land a scratch against this foe.
[] Call in Beat to help, he should be fast enough to grab the Ranamon. Which should hopefully distract this Knightmon.
[] Continue on this path, you'll do this alone!
[] Something else (Write in.)
===Stat/Skills:
Strength: 4228.00->4262.00
Fortitude: 3299.50->3312.00
Endurance: 3587.75->3594.00
Agility: 3176.25->3233.75
Special: 3691.50-3754.50
Spirit: 3172.25->3240.25
Basic High Programming: 125.25->130.25
Divinely Wreathed Thrust: 7/20->11/20
===Authors Note: At last we have the return of several characters from the prologue! With the shenanigans that implies.
===
In the end you hold your tongue. You *trust* Imperius Angewomon... in this matter at least. If she doesn't think it's worth purchasing their services for the mission, then neither do you. Plus you can probably rent another ship later anyways, this city is bound to have others available.
Due to the voyage being over the Hanumon finally unwrap your paws, leaving you able to properly move again. The crew give you a few odd glances for hopping into the air, then bounding off the ship, but you're just happy to finally be off that accursed vessel. Though... you swear that HippoGriffomon is laughing at you considering the pitch of his "warks".
... Spirits below, I don't wish to return this way.
After everymon in your squad has departed, Angewomon grabs a random Coelamon from the *dock* and starts trying to interrogate him about where the "Auga Hotel" is. And by *interrogate* you mean she lifts him up and begins shaking him until he spits out an answer. It does work, but also makes the rest of the workforce rally to try and help the lone worker, including a Zudomon... that's actually taller than you. Probably a foreman of some sort.
And a mon you'd love to fight after spending so much time *resting*.
"Rgh, let him go choir boys!" Your leader's response is drop the champion, put a hand on the hilt of her sword-then whirl around and immediately bursts into a sprint.
"Book it assholes!"
...
"Heh. Hehehe..."
"..."
"Sir I'm so sorry about that!" Pit shouts, bowing deeply to the surprised Ultimate. "We're here on a holy mission! Not to... uh. that..."
The Ultimate glares down at your friend for a few seconds, then crosses his arms and sighs.
"Aren't you polite... Well, no harm, no foul. Just go."
"Ah, thank you sir!"
"Hmph."
You can't help but feel... disappointed by this outcome. But you're not going to start a fight. Catching up to *Drunky* isn't difficult, she didn't run very far away at all. Pit glowers at her, but the archangel ignores him in favour of popping another drink.
The next minutes are spent traversing through Water-Temple City's *streets*, an odd hybrid of canals separating streets, bridges and buildings rising up out of the water. You're even more careful than usual here, knowing one wrong step might cause you to fall into the dark water below. And with your weight... swimming simply isn't possible. Sadly the local mon all appear to be fairly skittish for some reason, though it's not the same as BaroTown. Instead of suspicious... they're scared. Not directly of your squad, but... of something. At least that's what you pick up going by their downcast heads and flinching whenever a loud noise is made.
Statues of Calamaramon (albeit smaller ones) are still dotted about the place, though upon getting deeper in you spot several that have been smashed. Odd symbols are marked on the walls by these, what looks like... a round head with twenty small tentacles winding down the bottom and wings on either side. Kind of creepy, but nothing to be scared of.
Sparks actively moves up to investigate one of the downed statues, whistling as he gazes down at the *wommon* half strewn across the ground.
"Hrm... ya know, I could find out what *Calamaramon* is auctioning. Might be somethin' worth buyin'"
"... how?"
"Why, hehe, with mine natural charm and superb flattery."
"That's a horrible fucking idea."
"Tch, bet I can."
"Sparks." You half-growl, leading to the armor-mon smirking.
"Worry not mine friend. I shalt put thine advice into good consideration."
... why does that make me more worried?... Focus Verge. Focus.
"That is good advisor Sparks! Now let us carry out our mission to find the Accursed Gloaming scu-" The angel cuts himself off mid-sentence noticing your glare, then coughs. "-foes."
Yes. I wish to fight soon. My path has been far too bereft of battle; honorable or otherwise.
"Shh! Don't blabber about our fucking mission!"
"Yes ma'am!"
Another couple minutes go by before your attention is drawn to a series of scared shouts nearby. The speaker is a large black and white humanoid digimon with flippers instead of arms, a vest and... circular object around his waist. An off combination to be certain.
"No! No please! I'm not with them! Don't take me to-" That's all he manages to get out before a white tentacle covers his mouth. A tall, vile-looking dark blue digimon with four white tentacles drags him forward, a sneer on his face. He doesn't speak, simply dragging the other mon past the street then down into the water. The surrounding mon give this all a wide berth, not even daring to look at the Ultimate. Pit lifts his staff as if to chase after them, but Imperius Angewomon puts a hand on his shoulder and shakes her head.
... I think I may know why they're scared.
After an hour of gloomy walking, you finally arrive at the hotel, a wide and *tall* light blue building rising a full ten stories out of the water. And is thus, one of the tallest around. As you get near the main entrance, a pair of faint whispers reach your ears.
"They're close! Fonce get ready!"
"Lady Drop, I'm snot sure I've memorized all my lines. Maybe-"
"Listen to your surpreme goddess! They're almost here! Drac will help you out right?!"
"... don't involve me in this."
What?
Before you can so much as blink, the large wooden double-doors are shoved open as a Knightmon bulls his way through the portal. Your core pulses with rage... then confusion as you look the ultimate over. His tabard, sheathes and eyes... they're all pink. And... there's a small wommon laying down on her left shoulder with both eyes closes as if she's unconscious.
"Ha ha ha! Despair citizens for I have kidnapped the beautiful and supreme guardian of the net ocean! Drop the-the..." She pauses as if struggling to remember something, then takes one step back to look towards the door. "Sir Dracm, my line."
"What kind of mon did I prank to deserve this?" The masculine voice from before grumbles in exasperation.
"Yes, that must be it. Thanks sir Drac. Drop the, what kind of mon did I prank to deserve this!"
"No, no, no! That wasn't it you... you stupid-heads!" The *kidnapped* mon shouts, smacking the Knight's head. "Ow! Darnit Fonce! Now look what you've done!"
"... sorry Lady Drop."
"Don't be sorry! Go, go fight one of them!"
"I... the fuck is..." Imperius Angewomon can't finish her sentence. She pulls out a flask and desperately tips it over her open mouth.
Sparks is rolling on the ground for some reason, making some very... odd sounds. Almost like stifled laughter. Beat is... sitting down and has his hand pressed up again his face again.
*Crack*
... hard enough to damage his chitin apparently.
"Friends! Is... this a kidnapping?"
"Yes?" You reply, rearing up and taking a step towards the pair of mon. The entire situation is odd, but you're not going to pass up the chance to fight. "Please, allow me to take this battle."
"Very well my stalwart comrade! Go out and defeat this foe!"
"It is for naught brave warrior! Only a-oh got it. Only a true and brave insect digimon can bring me to defeat!"
"We shall see." You growl, as the Ranamon goes limp again. "Crescent Dawn!"
Your left war-gauntlet sweeps down, aiming directly for the knight's armored shoulder-
*Clang*
-only for it to be effortlessly parried up and away. Her return sweep is less than half the speed, almost lazy in its movements, but even that blows through your guard and slices into your chest.
"By the Great Tree! I'm so sorry about that Gryzmon! Tha-that was just supposed to graze!"
How did she-and sorry? What is thi-Focus!
"Mach Jab Combo!" A barrage of lefts dart out towards the wommon, but she easily brings her berserk sword around to knock each of the eight blows aside. Not letting up, you take a step closer and pull back both arms. "Hammer rush!" Punches powerful enough to delete a lesser Ultimate strike forth-and are easily deflected. However you grit your teeth and take another step forward, shorting the arc of your strikes and throwing more of the powerful rapid punches. The Knightmon is forced to actively back away under your flurry and even starts actively dodging amidst her parries.
How... how is this possible?! Focus Verge!
Five seconds pass, ten, a minute. An attempt to force her to the water's edge is soundly defeated as she simply darts aside faster than any of your punches and gets to a new position. Finally you growl and back off, still not having dealt so much as a single scratch to the armored foe. Your core pulses, not in anger but... recognition. For a moment you have the feeling that maybe you shouldn't be fighting her. But that's shoved away by a sense of frustration.
How... what can I do? Do not hesitate! I refuse to simply back down.
===Choose One:
[] Call in Sparks to help. Maybe with his assistance you can at least land a scratch against this foe.
[] Call in Beat to help, he should be fast enough to grab the Ranamon. Which should hopefully distract this Knightmon.
[] Continue on this path, you'll do this alone!
[] Something else (Write in.)
===Stat/Skills:
3 Days Tiger Blood
-27 Strength
-36 Agility
-30 Spirit
4 Meditation Sessions:
-56 Special
-38 Spirit
Agility WeightsX3
-16.5
3 Bonus Point sets:
-Fortitude, Special
-Agility Fortitude
-Strength, Endurance
=
-Strength: 7
-Fortitude: 12.5
-Endurance: 6.25
-Agility: 5.5
-Special: 7
-27 Strength
-36 Agility
-30 Spirit
4 Meditation Sessions:
-56 Special
-38 Spirit
Agility WeightsX3
-16.5
3 Bonus Point sets:
-Fortitude, Special
-Agility Fortitude
-Strength, Endurance
=
-Strength: 7
-Fortitude: 12.5
-Endurance: 6.25
-Agility: 5.5
-Special: 7
Strength: 4228.00->4262.00
Fortitude: 3299.50->3312.00
Endurance: 3587.75->3594.00
Agility: 3176.25->3233.75
Special: 3691.50-3754.50
Spirit: 3172.25->3240.25
Basic High Programming: 125.25->130.25
Divinely Wreathed Thrust: 7/20->11/20
===Authors Note: At last we have the return of several characters from the prologue! With the shenanigans that implies.
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- Location
- Wherever I feel like being
- Pronouns
- He/Him
... I think we found Lord Knightmon...
Oh yeah, definitely Lord Knightmon.
[X] Stand down, this entire situation, the way Beat and Sparks are reacting, it's all wrong for a hostile attack. Beat is never one to pass up a fight either, yet he's made no move. Ask them what's going on.
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Oh great. Dagomon worshipers
- Location
- Barquisimeto
[X] Stand down, this entire situation, the way Beat and Sparks are reacting, it's all wrong for a hostile attack. Beat is never one to pass up a fight either, yet he's made no move. Ask them what's going on.
- Location
- The Void
Thought but doesn't the standing down write in go against this?
Yes a reason was given, but it doesn't change the fact it's still backing down.
- Location
- The Void
That doesn't change that Verge's last Major thought of the part was not backing down from this fight and that none of the original options considered stopping either.