Digimon Inheritance: A Heroic Lion's Turbulent Times (Finished)
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This feels condescending/patronizing. Assuming the entire letter isn't a trick to lull us and her watchers into a false sense of security, I think that something like this might have a better impact:
"It gladdens me to my core to know that my words, however painful they may have been, have helped you to identify this challenge. I am absolute in my confidence that you will be able to overcome the obstacles placed before you by the vagaries of digivolution."
[X] Ardat, it gladdens me to my core to know that my words, however painful they may have been, have helped you to identify this challenge. I am absolute in my confidence that you will be able to overcome the obstacles placed before you by the vagaries of digivolution. I am similarly gladdened, albeit unsurprised, to hear that you've regained your mastery of wind magic, and look forward to seeing it in practice. Things have gone well for myself; Grip, my third ward, was lost but has now been found once again. It seems that his... *mother* had claimed him. He is now employed as part of the security team for Sistermon Noir. I have also been able to further my path of vengeance and retribution against Count and his minions. The mon that murdered Gramps is dead. Pit has finally evolved as well, and reached a new path upon which he treads as Asuramon. I know that the two of you have never seen eye-to-eye, but he is becoming wiser I think. He was instrumental in stopping an incursion by a being called *Dagomon* into the server, claiming to have closed the portal through which the foul thing emerged. I fear though that I am once again beginning to lag behind in terms of strength compared to my companions; the fight that Pit was able to engage in would have surely meant my end. As it stands, I have somehow suffered damage to my war gauntlets that is not repairing when I am healed. As you have studied high programming, do you know what could cause such a thing to happen? Sincerely, Verge.
[X] Yes.
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Knight-Radiant
Recovering Rageaholic
[X] Ardat, it gladdens me to my core to know that my words, however painful they may have been, have helped you to identify this challenge. I am absolute in my confidence that you will be able to overcome the obstacles placed before you by the vagaries of digivolution. I am similarly gladdened, albeit unsurprised, to hear that you've regained your mastery of wind magic, and look forward to seeing it in practice. Things have gone well for myself; Grip, my third ward, was lost but has now been found once again. It seems that his... *mother* had claimed him. He is now employed as part of the security team for Sistermon Noir. I have also been able to further my path of vengeance and retribution against Count and his minions. The mon that murdered Gramps is dead. Pit has finally evolved as well, and reached a new path upon which he treads as Asuramon. I know that the two of you have never seen eye-to-eye, but he is becoming wiser I think. He was instrumental in stopping an incursion by a being called *Dagomon* into the server, claiming to have closed the portal through which the foul thing emerged. I fear though that I am once again beginning to lag behind in terms of strength compared to my companions; the fight that Pit was able to engage in would have surely meant my end. As it stands, I have somehow suffered damage to my war gauntlets that is not repairing when I am healed. As you have studied high programming, do you know what could cause such a thing to happen? Sincerely, Verge.
[X] Yes.
[X] Yes.
So overall much worse for everyone except cultists.
Anyway I've been looking over Verge's Deva possibilities and as it turns out the Rabbit ones none Deva counterpart can use magic to harden it's body to Chom digiziod levels... does the Deva version retain that ability and if it does what stat does it use, or does is use more than one?
Beyond that I've been wondering something, just how big would Verge be as the Ox Deva? We know the Pig version would basically turn Verge into a kaiju but the Ox one is pretty big too.
Wait, is the vote closed? I just thought of the most adorkable addendum!
I am similarly gladdened, albeit unsurprised, to hear that you've regained your mastery of wind magic, and look forward to seeing it in practice. I will admit to some fear that I will return to Alt City to find it surrounded by a tornado shield to rival that of Vortex City (this is a joke, meant to highlight my respect for your prowess with with wind magic, rather than an indication of any actual fears).
Anyone think we should insert that?
I am similarly gladdened, albeit unsurprised, to hear that you've regained your mastery of wind magic, and look forward to seeing it in practice. I will admit to some fear that I will return to Alt City to find it surrounded by a tornado shield to rival that of Vortex City (this is a joke, meant to highlight my respect for your prowess with with wind magic, rather than an indication of any actual fears).
Anyone think we should insert that?
Verge has no sense of humor however.
Thus the explanation for the joke. But yeah, even theoretical joke craft might be beyond him.
drexal15
Proud GM
That's not quite true. Verge does have a sense of humour it's just... an odd one. He's really bad at grasping metaphors unless it's explained to him directly and doesn't get pun's.
I will admit to have taken inspiration for that part of Verge from Rogal Dorn.
He generally also doesn't like slapstick humour, given how it erupts from others being in pain.
That said Verge can and does laugh at things... sometimes.
Mostly at brutal violence happening
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drexal15
Proud GM
[] Ardat, it gladdens me to my core to know that my words, however painful they may have been, have helped you to identify this challenge. I am absolute in my confidence that you will be able to overcome the obstacles placed before you by the vagaries of digivolution. I am similarly gladdened, albeit unsurprised, to hear that you've regained your mastery of wind magic, and look forward to seeing it in practice. Things have gone well for myself; Grip, my third ward, was lost but has now been found once again. It seems that his... *mother* had claimed him. He is now employed as part of the security team for Sistermon Noir. I have also been able to further my path of vengeance and retribution against Count and his minions. The mon that murdered Gramps is dead. Pit has finally evolved as well, and reached a new path upon which he treads as Asuramon. I know that the two of you have never seen eye-to-eye, but he is becoming wiser I think. He was instrumental in stopping an incursion by a being called *Dagomon* into the server, claiming to have closed the portal through which the foul thing emerged. I fear though that I am once again beginning to lag behind in terms of strength compared to my companions; the fight that Pit was able to engage in would have surely meant my end. As it stands, I have somehow suffered damage to my war gauntlets that is not repairing when I am healed. As you have studied high programming, do you know what could cause such a thing to happen? Sincerely, Verge.
[] Yes.
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Regarding Ardat's letter, you're a bit conflicted on how to feel. It is good, very good in fact that she's doing better, but… something about it is offputting. That *other* handwriting and tone looks to have become entirely dominant in her writing and while that could just be your la-friend being more reserved… a part of you is worried that this might be part of some mental transformation she's going through.
Then there's Ardat's almost... desperate tone, she apologizes twice and practically begs for you to come visit again. Moreover, the fact that she's discovered her *room's* true purpose is likewise concerning.
On the other paw, the fact that she's somehow managed to regain the majority of her Wind Sorcery is good news. When pairing that with her new level of power… the potential destruction she could levy is nigh-unimaginable.
Hopefully you won't ever have to see it in action.
Unfortunately, without the presence of Sparks you can't exactly write a response. You do the next best thing, commiting a reply to memory and tucking it away for later.
From there you exit the building and slide back up to Gryzmon for some meditation. It helps keep your mind off your stolen property.
Eighty-two minutes later, *Drunky* pokes you awake you from the trance and announces that she's got the place.
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The establishment Imperius Angewomon leads to you stands out DISTINCTLY from its surroundings. Instead of the aquamarine stone, this *Host Embassy* looks like it was imported wholesale from Alt city. Sporting the same white marble base, golden highlights and *holy* decorations.
It makes you wonder just how all these structures are even built in the first place… but that's a question to ask later. Your thoughts are interrupted by another poke from *Drunky*. The Ultimate coughs once, then tells you to be on your best behaviour and try not to look at anything too hard. Upon asking why, the archangel rolls her shoulders and sighs.
According to her, this is where "that pansy-ass singer SistermonBlanc" is staying.
"One wrong look from your ugly mug *Scarface* and we could be facing goddamn demerits. Freaking Host puts way too much of it's shitty attention on keeping her happy."
"I see." You reply with a nod. Being reminded of it hurts, but her words aren't wrong. At times you can be… a little intimidating. On the other paw, between the two of you… one is more outspoken and *colorful* with their language than the other.
"Hey! Stop looking at me like that!"
Zeha.
Upon entering the embassy, you're immediately greeted by an Angemon. Your superior of course steps in front of him and demands to know which room Drop is staying in,
Surprisingly, the champion actually refuses her order, brushing the question aside and asking for identification. Identification that neither of you have anymore thanks to last night's events. Before Angewomon can begin an attempt to browbeat the poor champion, you hurriedly explain that it's been stolen. The angel gives you a dubious frown, but nods anyway.
"If your story is true, then I should be able to find your I.D. numbers on our server. If you would kindly wait outside-"
"Hey dipshit!" Your commander shouts, pointing a thumb at her wings. "These should be good a fucking enough *identification*."
Oof.
"No ma'am. *They are not." Angemon sighs. "Please, your I.D. Numbers. You must have memorized them."
Of course.
"What kind of goddamn idiot wastes their time with that shit?"
… but… I… did. Oh spirits, does that make me an idiot? No Verge. Focus!
"I... have mine."
"Rgh. Of course you have it *Hefty*."
"Ma'am. If you don't possess an ID or have a number, then I'm required to ask you to leave the premises." For a second you're scared that the officer is going to kick the champion, but after a few seconds of glaring she finally whirls about and stomps towards the exit.
"Don't fuck this up *Hefty*."
"I will not." With that you turn back to Angemon and rattle off your twenty-digit identification code. After fifty-three seconds of waiting, the champion returns having verified your status as a soldier of the Blessed Host. He also mentions sending an inquiry to the Trading Post about Angewomon, but that it'll take a few minutes to get everything ironed out.
In the meantime, he gives you directions to Drop's abode, a *villa* on the third floor. When asking how she managed to get it, you're surprised to find that SistermonBlanc is responsible. The guard informs you that Blanc took Pit, Noir, Beat and Drop into the embassy last night, though he's not sure why. You share the feeling of confusion, but shrug it off and head out.
You will have your keepsakes returned.
After reaching the door, your ears are immediately assaulted by the sounds of combat. Something you swiftly come to recognize as Beat striking a training bag, judging by the sharp *thwacks* at least.
The fact that he's able to train at all is… annoying given your own difficult preoccupation, but you push past that envy to be happy for him.
One very light tap on the door later, it swings back to reveal not Drop, or Beat, but rather Musyamon. If the former Dracmon is surprised about your presence, he doesn't show it. In fact, the mutated champion actually smirks.
"I'm guessing you're here about your missing stuff?"
What? How did he… focus
"I am."
"Yeah, I guessed as much." The mutant replies with a shrug. "I'll cut to the chase. Some unsavoury mon made off with them after you stumbled into a building to sleep. I can get your squad to their ship, but…" the Musyamon's smirk evolves into a grin as he rubs his thumb and index finger together. "It'll cost you. "
Cost… me?
…
He wants payment.
Drop's companion doesn't wither under your glare, he only raises both hands in a helpless gesture.
"A mon's gotta make a living somehow." While his words and gesture try to express a sort of helplessness at the situation, his eyes gleam with something… slimy. Something that makes your core pulse with wrath.
You:
===Choose One:
[] Don't negotiate, where your mementos are, he'll take you there. Now.
[] Decide to let Drunky handle this. She should have been okayed by now and is better at negotiating.
[] Ask him what he wants. His price can't be too ludicrous… right?
===Authors Note: I ended up cutting several scenes that would have ended up being fillerish or can be moved to the next update.
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[X] Don't negotiate, where your mementos are, he'll take you there. Now.
He is said unsavory individual isn't he.
Also he works for Drop who is infatuated with Beat who is our friend and both would probably beat him up if he refuses.
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[X] Decide to let Drunky handle this. She should have been okayed by now and is better at negotiating.
I'm Drunky knows full well that if she needs some intimidation we are perfectly willing to oblige.
I'm Drunky knows full well that if she needs some intimidation we are perfectly willing to oblige.
Professor Vesca
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[X] Decide to let Drunky handle this. She should have been okayed by now and is better at negotiating.
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Just drifting along, really
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[X] Decide to let Drunky handle this. She should have been okayed by now and is better at negotiating.