Digimon Inheritance: A Heroic Lion's Turbulent Times (Finished)
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that is a good question.
[X] Brother with Brother
-[X]From Monster to regal knight
-[X]The hell is a snog
-[X]From Monster to regal knight
-[X]The hell is a snog
Non-Canon Omake: Black To White 8
- Location
- Barquisimeto
Black to White 8
You are tired beyond any other moment of your existence, running out of pure discipline and desire for knowledge to not be caught by surprise again, your comrade Sparks notices your injuries but keeps silent waiting for a private moment, the separation from your lady was just overshadowed by being called a walking error in the system by MagnaAngemon even if she took it well was basically an insult as your existence as her knight so spite also became a good manner of support yourself in this difficult search through the city.
A Knight doesn't fall, a Knight needs to continue fighting on his feet.
As it turns out, finding somemon selling magical tomes is actually a rather simple task. You manage to find a Wizardmon peddling grimoires from a mobile stall on the market's outskirts. Judging by said cart's nearly full stock and the vast quantity of dust over most of the product, he doesn't seem to be getting much patronage, but in a city of angels that's not really surprising. It certainly doesn't help that the gaunt magic user's clothing is ruffled, and he smells like he hasn't washed in weeks.
You acquired his whole collection, you had saved a quite good amount of bits as your spences while tighter than a regular Champion were in fact still frugal in nature, so with more than twenty thousands bits in your possession, you managed to obtain a treasure of knowledge that you would share with Sparks. Having a copy of Beginner Guide to Air Sorcery may also motivate your lady into abandoning her effort in convincing you to train Slide Evolution and focus on the mutual interest of coding arrays.
The Wizardmon probably would worship the ground that you walked on if you after this act of mercy.
Nonetheless, you needed all the arrays low, medium, and high as any sort of knowledge about High Programming in search for a solution to the problems as preparation was also the first half of the battle. Working your way from the minor challenges to the highest possible branches would turn beneficial, in the arts of the blade you lacked basics as Wolfmon like his footwork but your acts in improving yourself in refining something as basic as moving turned into a massive increase of speed when correctly application of your might.
The path to power was every little block, step further and then return to the place that you began.
It's deep within the central district, where several Ultimate digimon are perusing higher tier stores that you finally spot a place selling digimentals. The building is a rather tall and wide, auspicious place, built to scale for larger digimon like some lizard with feathers and well maintained. Judging by the smell, the place seems to have been painted recently.
Finally, the search was over and soon you could convince Pid to test his healing in you... to get a feeling of what you should do. Obviously.
Magnamon's Digimental Emporium.
A name that you feel that you will have to remember if you ever wished to power up your wards even more, insect-type digimon really took use of these items a lot more than other digimons. The two cyborg digimon keep this show protected from thieves, you can appreciate such preparation even if you had to discard a few plans, the duo of Andromon keeps an eye on you as the biggest danger to the shop, truly professional so it would be impossible to take one of them through the use of deception.
Power was something that you could feel from the digimentals assembled on the back wall inside individual see-through cases. Complete with labels listing the various types. The types and elements were really enchanting but sadly if you wanted to keep the cover the claiming of one and Armor digievolution was beyond your hands, and simultaneously you feel that you weren't really compatible with any of these displayed.
Taking, for example, the Digimental of Courage based on Fire Capabilities and granting enhanced hand-to-hand combat prowess would make you forget about your *teacher* Wolfmon and maybe even a loss of the dual-wielding blades that you used to effectuate your strongest techniques.
The Digielemental of Friendship was also turned down as you lacked the desire to double down your inherent skills in manipulating lighting granted by the data of Blitzmon.
And so it continued your examination to the point that was sincerely better if you maintained your actual status as *Knightmon*.
But in the end, you were tempted by one.
A single Golden Digimental whose power was standing above most of the others combined. A source of power so big that even you were tempted by its light and shine. It feels familiar, like something that you had unknowingly searched for but beyond your reach everytime that you almost touched it until the last moment when Sir Scratch saved you.
A pair of moments later, you spot the vendor floating in front of the far corner and freeze.
Shining gold armor awash with a seemingly unparalleled sense of power and a dense body packed with more strength than you can even fathom. Despite the digimon's small frame, his aura towers over you a veritable giant of overwhelming ability that could render death upon your body with a single gesture. Dull orange eyes lock upon you and then sharpened, the being's mere attention weighing more than a score of tons.
Even in your injured status, you feel yourself analyzed from your core to what you were and what you could be.
And almost found lacking, before you step forward step by step in direction of the Knight, the sheer sense of familiarity was too much that overwhelmed your senses and didn't care about anything else but see closer the end of your path, like a squire watching aRoyal Knight of the Kingdom for the first time.
Amusement. Recognition.
By the Great Tree! What are you doing!
The feeling passes as quickly as it had appeared and you only barely manage to stop yourself from stumbling. Magnamon hovers across the shop, showing no signs of the struggle that had just occurred, and comes to a halt in front of Sparks, who somehow hadn't been affected in the least. The Ultimate? Mega? Stares patiently at your friend from behind as if waiting for your friend to make the first move.
"Mine most illustrious greetings, Magnamon correct?"
*Nod*
"Ah, a most fortunate guess. 'tis mine intent to to make a purchase. The Digimental Of Courage specifically. I ask of thee, what is the cost?"
MagnaAngemon nods, then swipe his fingers through the air. Each digit trailing with motes of golden light that forms a series of numbers.
You feel your Digicore stop at that instant, it was ridiculous, the price was multiple times the cost of obtaining your collection of books, is your superior crazy?! That amount was basically pouring all the rewards earned by hunting multiple Ultimates of the Gloaming! Even the payment from deleting Wolfmon, Blitzmon and SkullSatumon wasn't enough!
Even if you hadn't obtained the collection the shared pool of bits wouldn't even reach half of the required amount!
The choice was made in your mind, you had to stop loading mons and hunt down officers of Gloaming to obtain the required amount before the ascension to the Ultimate tier of Sparks.
"Heh, then we shalt have to slay more Gloaming officers!... how would 'twould a Legendary Warrior be worth by your estimate?"
You laughed, freely and were uncaring of looking like an insane digimon, you truly your body shook as a few of your immolated injuries opened but you didn't cared as your amusement was just too much!
Sparks you truly are my perfect partner and equal.
"What a surprise, I was thinking the same." You admitted with a tone of smug satisfaction. "Hunting down the Ten will be difficult but what it matters about the other seven after two fell by our squad?"
Your desire their data so much, after tasting the benefits of Wolfmon and Blitzmon's loading there wasn't doubt that seven more warriors would truly gift you the perfection that your Lady deserved.
With Sparks's business in the marketplace concluded, you both start towards the assigned barracks. Stopping only briefly for your equal to buy a newspaper from a Salamon. You're more than a little curious about what's on the pages, but patiently dragged the Wizardmon that was reading so you could visit Pid and get the necessary healing to enjoy the lecture too.
Pid was easy to trick for it by just wanting to experience the light of the Lord as an excuse.
It wasn't by any means a chore to talk with the Pidmon but your lecture on the newspaper and book collection took priority.
To your surprise, a bounty to your head was already published and a quite high one, you saw Sparks looking at you with worry but your interest was in how many more enemies you could end up fighting now that they were filled with greed, besides that just the name Imperialdramon caught your eye.
The photo of the writer laying on her back and winking at the camera was just a 2 compared to the Angewomon that you have seen around and not even reached the figure of... why do you feel that Sir Scratch would want to kill you? This comparison was merely an act of factual understanding of the world and where other digimon stand as is proper.
Ignoring this weird feeling, the return to the barracks came with a chance of meditating and recover as Pid sadly was out exploring. And in that moment of privacy, you told Sparks of the event that caused your injuries as you described it as a force of destruction incompletely channeled by your wrath being interrupted.
He asked then if you could fly now too and then let you meditate to recover before you both could try Pidmon into using that power of his on your injuries. By Lunch the worst was taken care of but your reserve once again was dry as a dessert, hunger feel like near starvation and you consumed so much more today that the appetite of an Ultimate was imitated, the issue reached the point that another member of the staff decided to pay you off to abandon the installations.
A bit insulting but every single coin counts in obtaining a Digimental.
Beat is the next member of your group to arrive alongside your wards who looked barely capable of moving, he continues his attempts to be more sociable but was a work in progress. The Stingmon informs the both of you that he's not only found a fitting gym, but also acquired a set of passes, one for each of you. Your friend-subordinate, didn't think to mark it down on his map, but the champion offers to lead you there tomorrow for training. Naturally you agree for the sake of testing your newest limits after loading Legendary Warriors.
Pid returns last but... the winged digimon doesn't seem entirely there. Instead of giving his normal boisterous greetings, the low-ranking angel just kind of hovers past a ridiculously happy grin showing beneath his helmet. You've never seen him act like this before, even the happiness he had after seeing SistermonNoir was more... content than overwhelmed. Sparks and Beat both notices the odd behavior as well and all three of you silently agree to go up and ask the Pidmon about it.
You feel a bit of camaraderie born in your chest for some reason.
Upon asking him what happened however...
"Aaah. Friends, Sparks, Verge, Beat. Hyuk, hyuk. This day I have seen the glorious, undying holy light, and it was beautiful to behold." What was saying this idiot?
You gave a look to Sparks, your comrade had this inborn translater of idiots and flowery stuff.
"Lord Pit, thine words lack actual descriptions. Please inform us of what occurred." And even he couldn't understand it.
Sometimes you think that you are the only sane digimon of your squad alongside your wards.
"The Lord blessed me this day my friends. The great Seraph Ophanimon was present in the cathedral and... so radiant. Beautiful. She truly embodied the very essence of holy light, even when so bound. Her power was magnificent and... haaaah. She smiled at me."
"Heh, hehehehe. Now I get it." Sparks begins cackling uncontrollably, much to the confusion of you and the Stingmon, but Pit doesn't seem to notice.
"I would give nearly anything to see her again. And if I could just... get close enough to bask in her aura..." The angel sighs again even as Sparks continues to crack up.
You could understand that, he found someone that he was willing to serve and protect, it was good for him.
"Spit it out." You ordered filling it unappropriated.
"Yes. I too am curious over... this."
"Alright, alright. *Mister Holy* over there is head over heels for this *Ophanimon* like those ridiculous fans of Blanc and Noir, he's been overwhelmed by her *Radiance*. Hehehe. Almost like thine tendency to stare at Ardat."
"What?!/What?!/What?!/HISS!?"
You looked at the Wizardmon completely uncaring and unimpressed by the filthy lies said against your honor.
"My interest for the safety of Lady Ardat is purely for professional reasons, mine acts of following my oaths are the nature of true chivalry and honor amount digimon of my type." You looked at every member with your squad but only found traitors who gave you a stare of 'Yeah, sure' even your wards avoided looking directly at your face. "Beat back me up, this attempt to bring sanity to the end of its lifespan is insulting."
The Stingmon looks towards you his eyes lacking so much as a hint of mercy, then shakes his head.
"He's right." You feel the betrayal deep in your core.
While you're holding a mental debate about how much you needed these morons to be alive, Pit begins to mutter.
"No! Friend Sparks I can't like her like that. She's Ophanimon! The purest most holy, radiant, beautiful, and amazing... I'm just a sergeant and she's one of the three orginal Seraphs! There's no way that would even work! I can't... what would those feelings even mean?"
A single word came to your mind as you watched the Pidmon act more of a fool than usual.
Simp.
You didn't know what it mean but it fits.
And also managed to get yourself healing because you needed multiple tries to finally understand the Light of the Lord.
2.4K of length Part done and in resume, this ends with Verge being a complete hypocrite to his nature.
You are tired beyond any other moment of your existence, running out of pure discipline and desire for knowledge to not be caught by surprise again, your comrade Sparks notices your injuries but keeps silent waiting for a private moment, the separation from your lady was just overshadowed by being called a walking error in the system by MagnaAngemon even if she took it well was basically an insult as your existence as her knight so spite also became a good manner of support yourself in this difficult search through the city.
A Knight doesn't fall, a Knight needs to continue fighting on his feet.
As it turns out, finding somemon selling magical tomes is actually a rather simple task. You manage to find a Wizardmon peddling grimoires from a mobile stall on the market's outskirts. Judging by said cart's nearly full stock and the vast quantity of dust over most of the product, he doesn't seem to be getting much patronage, but in a city of angels that's not really surprising. It certainly doesn't help that the gaunt magic user's clothing is ruffled, and he smells like he hasn't washed in weeks.
You acquired his whole collection, you had saved a quite good amount of bits as your spences while tighter than a regular Champion were in fact still frugal in nature, so with more than twenty thousands bits in your possession, you managed to obtain a treasure of knowledge that you would share with Sparks. Having a copy of Beginner Guide to Air Sorcery may also motivate your lady into abandoning her effort in convincing you to train Slide Evolution and focus on the mutual interest of coding arrays.
The Wizardmon probably would worship the ground that you walked on if you after this act of mercy.
Nonetheless, you needed all the arrays low, medium, and high as any sort of knowledge about High Programming in search for a solution to the problems as preparation was also the first half of the battle. Working your way from the minor challenges to the highest possible branches would turn beneficial, in the arts of the blade you lacked basics as Wolfmon like his footwork but your acts in improving yourself in refining something as basic as moving turned into a massive increase of speed when correctly application of your might.
The path to power was every little block, step further and then return to the place that you began.
It's deep within the central district, where several Ultimate digimon are perusing higher tier stores that you finally spot a place selling digimentals. The building is a rather tall and wide, auspicious place, built to scale for larger digimon like some lizard with feathers and well maintained. Judging by the smell, the place seems to have been painted recently.
Finally, the search was over and soon you could convince Pid to test his healing in you... to get a feeling of what you should do. Obviously.
Magnamon's Digimental Emporium.
A name that you feel that you will have to remember if you ever wished to power up your wards even more, insect-type digimon really took use of these items a lot more than other digimons. The two cyborg digimon keep this show protected from thieves, you can appreciate such preparation even if you had to discard a few plans, the duo of Andromon keeps an eye on you as the biggest danger to the shop, truly professional so it would be impossible to take one of them through the use of deception.
Power was something that you could feel from the digimentals assembled on the back wall inside individual see-through cases. Complete with labels listing the various types. The types and elements were really enchanting but sadly if you wanted to keep the cover the claiming of one and Armor digievolution was beyond your hands, and simultaneously you feel that you weren't really compatible with any of these displayed.
Taking, for example, the Digimental of Courage based on Fire Capabilities and granting enhanced hand-to-hand combat prowess would make you forget about your *teacher* Wolfmon and maybe even a loss of the dual-wielding blades that you used to effectuate your strongest techniques.
The Digielemental of Friendship was also turned down as you lacked the desire to double down your inherent skills in manipulating lighting granted by the data of Blitzmon.
And so it continued your examination to the point that was sincerely better if you maintained your actual status as *Knightmon*.
But in the end, you were tempted by one.
A single Golden Digimental whose power was standing above most of the others combined. A source of power so big that even you were tempted by its light and shine. It feels familiar, like something that you had unknowingly searched for but beyond your reach everytime that you almost touched it until the last moment when Sir Scratch saved you.
A pair of moments later, you spot the vendor floating in front of the far corner and freeze.
Shining gold armor awash with a seemingly unparalleled sense of power and a dense body packed with more strength than you can even fathom. Despite the digimon's small frame, his aura towers over you a veritable giant of overwhelming ability that could render death upon your body with a single gesture. Dull orange eyes lock upon you and then sharpened, the being's mere attention weighing more than a score of tons.
Even in your injured status, you feel yourself analyzed from your core to what you were and what you could be.
And almost found lacking, before you step forward step by step in direction of the Knight, the sheer sense of familiarity was too much that overwhelmed your senses and didn't care about anything else but see closer the end of your path, like a squire watching a
Amusement. Recognition.
By the Great Tree! What are you doing!
The feeling passes as quickly as it had appeared and you only barely manage to stop yourself from stumbling. Magnamon hovers across the shop, showing no signs of the struggle that had just occurred, and comes to a halt in front of Sparks, who somehow hadn't been affected in the least. The Ultimate? Mega? Stares patiently at your friend from behind as if waiting for your friend to make the first move.
"Mine most illustrious greetings, Magnamon correct?"
*Nod*
"Ah, a most fortunate guess. 'tis mine intent to to make a purchase. The Digimental Of Courage specifically. I ask of thee, what is the cost?"
MagnaAngemon nods, then swipe his fingers through the air. Each digit trailing with motes of golden light that forms a series of numbers.
You feel your Digicore stop at that instant, it was ridiculous, the price was multiple times the cost of obtaining your collection of books, is your superior crazy?! That amount was basically pouring all the rewards earned by hunting multiple Ultimates of the Gloaming! Even the payment from deleting Wolfmon, Blitzmon and SkullSatumon wasn't enough!
Even if you hadn't obtained the collection the shared pool of bits wouldn't even reach half of the required amount!
The choice was made in your mind, you had to stop loading mons and hunt down officers of Gloaming to obtain the required amount before the ascension to the Ultimate tier of Sparks.
"Heh, then we shalt have to slay more Gloaming officers!... how would 'twould a Legendary Warrior be worth by your estimate?"
You laughed, freely and were uncaring of looking like an insane digimon, you truly your body shook as a few of your immolated injuries opened but you didn't cared as your amusement was just too much!
Sparks you truly are my perfect partner and equal.
"What a surprise, I was thinking the same." You admitted with a tone of smug satisfaction. "Hunting down the Ten will be difficult but what it matters about the other seven after two fell by our squad?"
Your desire their data so much, after tasting the benefits of Wolfmon and Blitzmon's loading there wasn't doubt that seven more warriors would truly gift you the perfection that your Lady deserved.
With Sparks's business in the marketplace concluded, you both start towards the assigned barracks. Stopping only briefly for your equal to buy a newspaper from a Salamon. You're more than a little curious about what's on the pages, but patiently dragged the Wizardmon that was reading so you could visit Pid and get the necessary healing to enjoy the lecture too.
Pid was easy to trick for it by just wanting to experience the light of the Lord as an excuse.
It wasn't by any means a chore to talk with the Pidmon but your lecture on the newspaper and book collection took priority.
To your surprise, a bounty to your head was already published and a quite high one, you saw Sparks looking at you with worry but your interest was in how many more enemies you could end up fighting now that they were filled with greed, besides that just the name Imperialdramon caught your eye.
The photo of the writer laying on her back and winking at the camera was just a 2 compared to the Angewomon that you have seen around and not even reached the figure of... why do you feel that Sir Scratch would want to kill you? This comparison was merely an act of factual understanding of the world and where other digimon stand as is proper.
Ignoring this weird feeling, the return to the barracks came with a chance of meditating and recover as Pid sadly was out exploring. And in that moment of privacy, you told Sparks of the event that caused your injuries as you described it as a force of destruction incompletely channeled by your wrath being interrupted.
He asked then if you could fly now too and then let you meditate to recover before you both could try Pidmon into using that power of his on your injuries. By Lunch the worst was taken care of but your reserve once again was dry as a dessert, hunger feel like near starvation and you consumed so much more today that the appetite of an Ultimate was imitated, the issue reached the point that another member of the staff decided to pay you off to abandon the installations.
A bit insulting but every single coin counts in obtaining a Digimental.
Beat is the next member of your group to arrive alongside your wards who looked barely capable of moving, he continues his attempts to be more sociable but was a work in progress. The Stingmon informs the both of you that he's not only found a fitting gym, but also acquired a set of passes, one for each of you. Your friend-subordinate, didn't think to mark it down on his map, but the champion offers to lead you there tomorrow for training. Naturally you agree for the sake of testing your newest limits after loading Legendary Warriors.
Pid returns last but... the winged digimon doesn't seem entirely there. Instead of giving his normal boisterous greetings, the low-ranking angel just kind of hovers past a ridiculously happy grin showing beneath his helmet. You've never seen him act like this before, even the happiness he had after seeing SistermonNoir was more... content than overwhelmed. Sparks and Beat both notices the odd behavior as well and all three of you silently agree to go up and ask the Pidmon about it.
You feel a bit of camaraderie born in your chest for some reason.
Upon asking him what happened however...
"Aaah. Friends, Sparks, Verge, Beat. Hyuk, hyuk. This day I have seen the glorious, undying holy light, and it was beautiful to behold." What was saying this idiot?
You gave a look to Sparks, your comrade had this inborn translater of idiots and flowery stuff.
"Lord Pit, thine words lack actual descriptions. Please inform us of what occurred." And even he couldn't understand it.
Sometimes you think that you are the only sane digimon of your squad alongside your wards.
"The Lord blessed me this day my friends. The great Seraph Ophanimon was present in the cathedral and... so radiant. Beautiful. She truly embodied the very essence of holy light, even when so bound. Her power was magnificent and... haaaah. She smiled at me."
"Heh, hehehehe. Now I get it." Sparks begins cackling uncontrollably, much to the confusion of you and the Stingmon, but Pit doesn't seem to notice.
"I would give nearly anything to see her again. And if I could just... get close enough to bask in her aura..." The angel sighs again even as Sparks continues to crack up.
You could understand that, he found someone that he was willing to serve and protect, it was good for him.
"Spit it out." You ordered filling it unappropriated.
"Yes. I too am curious over... this."
"Alright, alright. *Mister Holy* over there is head over heels for this *Ophanimon* like those ridiculous fans of Blanc and Noir, he's been overwhelmed by her *Radiance*. Hehehe. Almost like thine tendency to stare at Ardat."
"What?!/What?!/What?!/HISS!?"
You looked at the Wizardmon completely uncaring and unimpressed by the filthy lies said against your honor.
"My interest for the safety of Lady Ardat is purely for professional reasons, mine acts of following my oaths are the nature of true chivalry and honor amount digimon of my type." You looked at every member with your squad but only found traitors who gave you a stare of 'Yeah, sure' even your wards avoided looking directly at your face. "Beat back me up, this attempt to bring sanity to the end of its lifespan is insulting."
The Stingmon looks towards you his eyes lacking so much as a hint of mercy, then shakes his head.
"He's right." You feel the betrayal deep in your core.
While you're holding a mental debate about how much you needed these morons to be alive, Pit begins to mutter.
"No! Friend Sparks I can't like her like that. She's Ophanimon! The purest most holy, radiant, beautiful, and amazing... I'm just a sergeant and she's one of the three orginal Seraphs! There's no way that would even work! I can't... what would those feelings even mean?"
A single word came to your mind as you watched the Pidmon act more of a fool than usual.
Simp.
You didn't know what it mean but it fits.
And also managed to get yourself healing because you needed multiple tries to finally understand the Light of the Lord.
2.4K of length Part done and in resume, this ends with Verge being a complete hypocrite to his nature.
Non-Canon Omake: Black To White 9
- Location
- Barquisimeto
Black to White 9
You think that you are going to have a love-hatred relationship with Darcmon, on one hand, she puts your leadership aside but on the other, she got you a chance to test yourself against an Ultimate. An opponent so fast and powerful even to the point of eclipsing Wolfmon so much that you could barely do anything against it, the fact that it only got hurt when you and Sparks began to be what Darcmon called the biggest pair of assholes in the whole digital world that things began to turn around.
You learned a few things Fireball Enhanment + Light ball + Lightning = Flashbang.
That he could use your blades lightning rod if you go crazy and make sure of using Drohung Strahl to perforing the flesh of an Ultimate.
Having Beat and Pit nail them deeper inside when the enemy is paralyzed inside is a good way to end the battle.
And beginning to kick them when they are down isn't honorable.
You didn't win, your arm was bent in a way that took Mega Heal from having it busted. Victory in this spar was barely reached by doing what Holy Angemon called something that only could be used on a member of Gloaming and never when he is close enough to see or heard what was passing through your head.
The path to get wealth, was a priority to get the evolution object for Sparks, and lucky enough Drunky was more than willing to answer all the questions that you had as she would have the chance to see what you two would do to so many others that she hated what you two did to Griphomon or end getting their sorry ass deleted... both count as winnings for her after what you did in a spar.
Your lady... the less you think about her situation the better, it wasn't only Luna and Tresh who you had to save now but also her who was a prisoner and in the hands of the Host. She is also a sorry loser on card games, you don't know how many times you had to play the same Game of Uno until she finally won, you won't gift the victory and she should be proud of having won against you.
You were strong enough to handle most of your enemies with enough preparation but could be better. Your morning was spent training with Beat, the middle day training your swordsmanship with a book being close if there weren't more targets to use, and nights spent reading books to master new and interest spells.
All of this resulted in a very interesting moment.
When the mission began and the squads were ambushed side to side by the enemy, you were angry, when you were attacking at the flyers using their bodies as platforms, you feel a strange feeling of freedom, when you cast the spells that you practiced so much and saw the results of them eliminating the enemy, you feel satisfaction and pride, when you saw your greatest comrade almost be deleted, you feel like the time was slowing down when you abandoned one of your weapons to save him, when you saw another Legendary Warrior the desire to fight burned inside you.
But now.
"H-help!" A small white bear-like Digimon struggling to break free from grip.
Now you are pissed off at this little hypocrite.
One hand over his neck, the other on your blade piercing his digicore, his data began to be absorbed by your body and just like the other two, the sense of elemental connection towards the element grew.
"Chackmon was deleted!" And the fool that gave away his position received one of your blades in the head.
Tsk, the distance was too much the data would be dispersed already and the enemy was retreating now, the recovery of your blade took a little time with the rest of the squad getting back in position, Warren and Scourge were hurt in the initial volley. The Host bled and lost a good chunk of numbers but was better than what could have been.
Sparks was recovering and barely moving beside you, even if the lesson of using your blades to divert electric attacks managed to keep the worst away from he still received a strong hit.
"Well done Legend Killer." One of the champions congratulated you but it was received with confusion.
"Legend Killer?" You asked, you never had been called like that before.
"This is the third Legendary Warrior that you have loaded most digimon die by meeting one of them on the battlefield." So it was a title earned by infamy, they want you to become a nightmare for the Gloaming and a deterrent for their Legendary Warriors. "But you? You have met and defeated three different ones, once our return there aren't doubts that your ascension as a Throne will be imminent Knightmon." You think that this one was a positivist moron like Pid.
You nodded at that, you had the need to correct him yourself as it wouldn't happen. But there were other priorities.
"What are our losses?" You needed to plan.
But his wince made you want to scream, he was a growing champion! You needed information and thankfully, you overhear a conversation from the remaining officers.
"Throne HippoGriffomon was. But they deleted him in the first volley. If he'd survived we might not have lost a third of our number." MagnaAngemon straightens up, all eight wings stretching out fully. "As the senior Imperius I'm taking command. We'll gather up what we can and fly the rest of the way. Speed is of the utmost importance if we're to reach the safety of the garrison."
You all lost one of the strongest members, this mission had become far more difficult.
"Now hold on one fricken second." Darcmon points a thumb over her shoulder towards you. "Certain members of the convoy can't fly, and it's not like you can carry them all. What about them?" MagnaAngemon only shrugs at her question.
"They'll be left behind, if they can make it on their own, good. If not, then it's an acceptable loss. A hard decision but necessary for the good of the-" That was problematic, the loss of numbers will be crippling.
Even if this act would leave you alone to give orders and make the tactics it would leave you without Pid and his healing capabilities.
"Blegh, great. One of you. Alright then *mister hard decisions* I have orders from a Cherub to stick with my squad. "
"Then you'll be left behind as well Darcmon. Good fortune to you on the walk over."
"Son of a withered tree you! You...." The champion devolves into grumbling insults that make your ears ache.
He's just going to take the main force and leave the rest? You can see his need to arrive quickly but... the loss of manpower would cause... you will hate yourself and the Host for the rest of your days. You will need.
"I have a suggestion." You interrupted the argument, you hated your former expression but you wanted to win more. "I can slide down to Drimogemon and spend time digging shelters for the night where we are unlikely to be found underground."
You were in a war and you were going to win no matter what.
1.2K Last part of the day and man I'm tired wanted to make it bigger but... sadly at this point the only form that I see the first encounter with Chackmon is basically resumed as 'Then he died.' Compared to Wolfmon, possessing Hasten Burst and a more bloated stat block with far higher agility I don't see him living.
Whoa 6K in a day!
Edit: Lost a little piece, I had many pages open so well write in one and lost in another.
You think that you are going to have a love-hatred relationship with Darcmon, on one hand, she puts your leadership aside but on the other, she got you a chance to test yourself against an Ultimate. An opponent so fast and powerful even to the point of eclipsing Wolfmon so much that you could barely do anything against it, the fact that it only got hurt when you and Sparks began to be what Darcmon called the biggest pair of assholes in the whole digital world that things began to turn around.
You learned a few things Fireball Enhanment + Light ball + Lightning = Flashbang.
That he could use your blades lightning rod if you go crazy and make sure of using Drohung Strahl to perforing the flesh of an Ultimate.
Having Beat and Pit nail them deeper inside when the enemy is paralyzed inside is a good way to end the battle.
And beginning to kick them when they are down isn't honorable.
You didn't win, your arm was bent in a way that took Mega Heal from having it busted. Victory in this spar was barely reached by doing what Holy Angemon called something that only could be used on a member of Gloaming and never when he is close enough to see or heard what was passing through your head.
The path to get wealth, was a priority to get the evolution object for Sparks, and lucky enough Drunky was more than willing to answer all the questions that you had as she would have the chance to see what you two would do to so many others that she hated what you two did to Griphomon or end getting their sorry ass deleted... both count as winnings for her after what you did in a spar.
Your lady... the less you think about her situation the better, it wasn't only Luna and Tresh who you had to save now but also her who was a prisoner and in the hands of the Host. She is also a sorry loser on card games, you don't know how many times you had to play the same Game of Uno until she finally won, you won't gift the victory and she should be proud of having won against you.
You were strong enough to handle most of your enemies with enough preparation but could be better. Your morning was spent training with Beat, the middle day training your swordsmanship with a book being close if there weren't more targets to use, and nights spent reading books to master new and interest spells.
All of this resulted in a very interesting moment.
When the mission began and the squads were ambushed side to side by the enemy, you were angry, when you were attacking at the flyers using their bodies as platforms, you feel a strange feeling of freedom, when you cast the spells that you practiced so much and saw the results of them eliminating the enemy, you feel satisfaction and pride, when you saw your greatest comrade almost be deleted, you feel like the time was slowing down when you abandoned one of your weapons to save him, when you saw another Legendary Warrior the desire to fight burned inside you.
But now.
"H-help!" A small white bear-like Digimon struggling to break free from grip.
Now you are pissed off at this little hypocrite.
One hand over his neck, the other on your blade piercing his digicore, his data began to be absorbed by your body and just like the other two, the sense of elemental connection towards the element grew.
"Chackmon was deleted!" And the fool that gave away his position received one of your blades in the head.
Tsk, the distance was too much the data would be dispersed already and the enemy was retreating now, the recovery of your blade took a little time with the rest of the squad getting back in position, Warren and Scourge were hurt in the initial volley. The Host bled and lost a good chunk of numbers but was better than what could have been.
Sparks was recovering and barely moving beside you, even if the lesson of using your blades to divert electric attacks managed to keep the worst away from he still received a strong hit.
"Well done Legend Killer." One of the champions congratulated you but it was received with confusion.
"Legend Killer?" You asked, you never had been called like that before.
"This is the third Legendary Warrior that you have loaded most digimon die by meeting one of them on the battlefield." So it was a title earned by infamy, they want you to become a nightmare for the Gloaming and a deterrent for their Legendary Warriors. "But you? You have met and defeated three different ones, once our return there aren't doubts that your ascension as a Throne will be imminent Knightmon." You think that this one was a positivist moron like Pid.
You nodded at that, you had the need to correct him yourself as it wouldn't happen. But there were other priorities.
"What are our losses?" You needed to plan.
But his wince made you want to scream, he was a growing champion! You needed information and thankfully, you overhear a conversation from the remaining officers.
"Throne HippoGriffomon was. But they deleted him in the first volley. If he'd survived we might not have lost a third of our number." MagnaAngemon straightens up, all eight wings stretching out fully. "As the senior Imperius I'm taking command. We'll gather up what we can and fly the rest of the way. Speed is of the utmost importance if we're to reach the safety of the garrison."
You all lost one of the strongest members, this mission had become far more difficult.
"Now hold on one fricken second." Darcmon points a thumb over her shoulder towards you. "Certain members of the convoy can't fly, and it's not like you can carry them all. What about them?" MagnaAngemon only shrugs at her question.
"They'll be left behind, if they can make it on their own, good. If not, then it's an acceptable loss. A hard decision but necessary for the good of the-" That was problematic, the loss of numbers will be crippling.
Even if this act would leave you alone to give orders and make the tactics it would leave you without Pid and his healing capabilities.
"Blegh, great. One of you. Alright then *mister hard decisions* I have orders from a Cherub to stick with my squad. "
"Then you'll be left behind as well Darcmon. Good fortune to you on the walk over."
"Son of a withered tree you! You...." The champion devolves into grumbling insults that make your ears ache.
He's just going to take the main force and leave the rest? You can see his need to arrive quickly but... the loss of manpower would cause... you will hate yourself and the Host for the rest of your days. You will need.
"I have a suggestion." You interrupted the argument, you hated your former expression but you wanted to win more. "I can slide down to Drimogemon and spend time digging shelters for the night where we are unlikely to be found underground."
You were in a war and you were going to win no matter what.
1.2K Last part of the day and man I'm tired wanted to make it bigger but... sadly at this point the only form that I see the first encounter with Chackmon is basically resumed as 'Then he died.' Compared to Wolfmon, possessing Hasten Burst and a more bloated stat block with far higher agility I don't see him living.
Whoa 6K in a day!
Edit: Lost a little piece, I had many pages open so well write in one and lost in another.
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drexal15
Proud GM
Suggestions. I'll pick out the best ones.
drexal15
Proud GM
Well if there was one way Verge had to completly overpower Angemon... the attack of a Sovereign would be it.
He may have asked Sparks for advice on how to confess (offscreen), and Mega gave him the ability to both realize his true feelings and go through with it.
Going by their stats? YES. Hell, it'll probably be around Sov/Imperialdramon tier.
So... 6 to Strength, and you're saving the rest. Does that include your work on the new Omakes? or...
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Righty-ho. My plan's to do the other reaction tonight (hopefully) which would be Ophanimon. In the meantime any questions? We'll be doing the Grademon vs Angemon match next story wise. Then move onto the few day break before the finals, during which Verge will go hunt down SaberLeomon with Ardat, while working on training stuff.
- Location
- Barquisimeto
Well was talked on putting everything in Agility in discord so basically those points and everything in the haul gotten today to that stat.
Edit: Except for those 6 points on str. Those are important to reach a new thousand.
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What is an angel before a god?
Vanargand
So tired.....
View: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D2iVv51sfdM
Someone's been really working DarkKnightmon's image song in his omakes huh
- Location
- the Netherworld Dood
What is a god before a non believer?
Umbra99
Good Civilization
- Location
- The Moon
Not believing that the cat is there won't save you when you're looking like a scratching post.
- Location
- Wherever I feel like being
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Still a god.
- Location
- the Netherworld Dood
Schrodinger would disagree with you
Umbra99
Good Civilization
- Location
- The Moon
I don't think that's how Schrodinger's Cat works.
- Location
- Somewhere
Expenses.
Just treasure implies a singular nature, either add chest or horde after treasure to make it plural.
Digimental.
SkullSatomon.
Desert.
Perforate.
It's Hippogriffomon as Gryphon/Griffomon is a Mega.
- Location
- the Netherworld Dood
Isn't it though?
I thought cats were as susceptible to belief as gods and quantum mechanics
Umbra99
Good Civilization
- Location
- The Moon
Not really? Schrondinger's Cat isn't about whether one believes the cat is alive or dead. If whether a cat lives or dies is determined by a functionally random event, the cat is both alive and dead until someone bothers to check inside the box. Believing the cat doesn't exist doesn't change the fact that a cat is inside that box.
2nd Of Steel: Grand Spirit Tournament Semi-Finals: Ophanimon's Resolution-Turned Relief
drexal15
Proud GM
Ophanimon's hand tightened around the armrest of her support-throne, crushing the reinforced white marble as if it were mere chalk. Her jaws clenched together, at least one tooth cracking under the furious pressure.
She knew it. The Great Angel knew it was a mistake to let that butcher of a dragon live. And now, because of her pity and weakness, this server would know a terror like no other. A terrible monster the likes of which had forced Daemon of all creatures to beg for the Host's aid.
The seraph's aching core twinged in agony from the sudden flare of rage, the pain drawing a scream of pain past her lips. Ophanimon found herself doubling over on the life support throne, one hand clutching desperately at her sternum. Her injury was spreading, the Wrathful corruption growing stronger with every passing day. It was all she could do to hold on until-
-a pair of hands landed upon her shoulder.
"Ophanimon! Are you alright?" The burning fire of Wrath within her receded, and with it the pain. The womon looked over, coming face to face with a pair of Hateful comforting blue eyes.
"Yes Pit, I'm alright." Ophanimon forced her face into a serene smile. "Thank our heavenly father, the pain has passed." For the moment at least. It would come again, and soon. It always did… "Forgive me, I must… make a few preparations." By the time she glanced back at the viewing screen, the two chevaliers were already locked in combat.
Dear Pit, bless his kind and genuine soul, wasted no time in cheering his mutant of a friend on. He simply didn't, couldn't understand the situation. Ophanimon's attention was on the Lion's opponent. What was undoubtedly the Evil Dragon's reincarnation had reached its prime as an Ultimate. Meaning it was only a matter of time until Megidramon made a resurgence.
After today… sweet, honest, innocent Pit would no longer have her guidance or protection. But the least she could do was stay with him until the match ended. She wouldn't let her mistake with Seraphimon play out a second time.
The Great Angel's mind dedicated itself to drafting plans. The immediate area around Arena City would have to be cordoned off, with troops and supplies moved to deal with the new outbreak of powerful ferals.
And for Megidramon itself… she had to be there in person to help end its miserable existence. For a time Ophanimon could regain her past strength, but after her crest's power timed out… there would be nothing left.
Today… today would be the day she finally faded away.
It was a surprisingly calming thought. All her pain and anger didn't seem to… matter anymore. She had an objective to carry out, and a duty to the Grand Creator to see it through.
The Seraph watched numbly as Pit's friend struck the final few blows, then clenched her hands again as the monstrous dragon started to digivolve.
It was time to act, but first…
Ophanimon grabbed thevile-eyed Asuramon, and pulled him into her embrace. She'd never been able to give Seraphimon a proper farewell, and she'd be damned if that would be the case this time. Surely the Lord would forgive her this one act of selfishness?
A little giggle made its way past her lips as Pit sputtered in embarrassment, struggling weakly against her bosom. After a moment her cute little Pit settled for reluctantly returning the embrace.
Before the Seraph could say her final goodbyes however, a lance emerged from the Evil Dragon's chest.
Ophanimon blinked behind her helmet, staring at the knightly figure that had taken the monstrous dramon's place.
What in the Lord's name was a Gallantmon?!
The womon couldn't help but break out into a series of relieved giggles. Entirely inappropriate behavior for a mon of her stature, but right now the Great Angel didn't care. She'd get to live, and be around her friend just a little longer.
She knew it. The Great Angel knew it was a mistake to let that butcher of a dragon live. And now, because of her pity and weakness, this server would know a terror like no other. A terrible monster the likes of which had forced Daemon of all creatures to beg for the Host's aid.
The seraph's aching core twinged in agony from the sudden flare of rage, the pain drawing a scream of pain past her lips. Ophanimon found herself doubling over on the life support throne, one hand clutching desperately at her sternum. Her injury was spreading, the Wrathful corruption growing stronger with every passing day. It was all she could do to hold on until-
-a pair of hands landed upon her shoulder.
"Ophanimon! Are you alright?" The burning fire of Wrath within her receded, and with it the pain. The womon looked over, coming face to face with a pair of
"Yes Pit, I'm alright." Ophanimon forced her face into a serene smile. "Thank our heavenly father, the pain has passed." For the moment at least. It would come again, and soon. It always did… "Forgive me, I must… make a few preparations." By the time she glanced back at the viewing screen, the two chevaliers were already locked in combat.
Dear Pit, bless his kind and genuine soul, wasted no time in cheering his mutant of a friend on. He simply didn't, couldn't understand the situation. Ophanimon's attention was on the Lion's opponent. What was undoubtedly the Evil Dragon's reincarnation had reached its prime as an Ultimate. Meaning it was only a matter of time until Megidramon made a resurgence.
After today… sweet, honest, innocent Pit would no longer have her guidance or protection. But the least she could do was stay with him until the match ended. She wouldn't let her mistake with Seraphimon play out a second time.
The Great Angel's mind dedicated itself to drafting plans. The immediate area around Arena City would have to be cordoned off, with troops and supplies moved to deal with the new outbreak of powerful ferals.
And for Megidramon itself… she had to be there in person to help end its miserable existence. For a time Ophanimon could regain her past strength, but after her crest's power timed out… there would be nothing left.
Today… today would be the day she finally faded away.
It was a surprisingly calming thought. All her pain and anger didn't seem to… matter anymore. She had an objective to carry out, and a duty to the Grand Creator to see it through.
The Seraph watched numbly as Pit's friend struck the final few blows, then clenched her hands again as the monstrous dragon started to digivolve.
It was time to act, but first…
Ophanimon grabbed the
A little giggle made its way past her lips as Pit sputtered in embarrassment, struggling weakly against her bosom. After a moment her cute little Pit settled for reluctantly returning the embrace.
Before the Seraph could say her final goodbyes however, a lance emerged from the Evil Dragon's chest.
Ophanimon blinked behind her helmet, staring at the knightly figure that had taken the monstrous dramon's place.
What in the Lord's name was a Gallantmon?!
The womon couldn't help but break out into a series of relieved giggles. Entirely inappropriate behavior for a mon of her stature, but right now the Great Angel didn't care. She'd get to live, and be around her friend just a little longer.
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GwaedDraig
Crazed Gun-dino
- Location
- Breadcrumbs and Beaver spit
[X] Victory tainted
-[x] My brother ruined this day
-[x] I will kick his ass
the Power Train will Not be Stopped
-[x] My brother ruined this day
-[x] I will kick his ass
the Power Train will Not be Stopped
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No Ophanimon's reaction to Thresh's flirting?
I guess she's too happy at "no Megidramon" to notice.
I guess she's too happy at "no Megidramon" to notice.
Angel's
drexal15
Proud GM
I figured this was a good endpoint. I've already written about her being pissed off by perversion.
Well to sum up reaction? A mixture of pushing Pit away and then-
View: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RM6EHcPFKCQ
