Digimon Inheritance: A Heroic Lion's Turbulent Times (Finished)
- Thread starter drexal15
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If that would have worked I'm pretty sure Verge would thrown Sparks are Grademon by this point.
It helps that the thing seems to actually be calling out to Verge.
I just want to remind everyone that, no matter which way the Morningstar fight goes, we'll be able to fulfill our oath to aid Frigimon from placing so high in this tournament.
Even second place earns a lot more money than what Duftmon is offering Grademon as a wager.
- Location
- the Netherworld Dood
[X] Yes. Let them fight over best girl position
We need some laughs.
And ardat has been stuck in an office for months let's give her a win.
We need some laughs.
And ardat has been stuck in an office for months let's give her a win.
- Location
- the Netherworld Dood
Sure but we wanna win.
Plus that much cash would go a long way to kickstart the verge alliance faction
- Location
- his hidden lair
Yeah, if there's anyone who can really use the Archipelago CC it's Verge or Pit. It'd be a crime if the Mon who literally made that zone's connection to it isn't explored in story.
- Location
- Somewhere
You know looking at BlueArcher's Black To White omake series, and canon Verge there is a certain irony at their evolutions and the Royal Knights they received.
Because in all honesty they probably should have each others Royal Knights.
See DarkKnightmon is a dark colored knight wielding a double ended spear with a skull motif, a being who is both willing to do anything to win as well as one described as being furnished with merit, and Verge in particular in the omake has something of an obsession with being a knight.
Craniamon is a dark colored knight wielding a double ended spear with a skull motif, who competes to have the highest mission completion rate, best understands decorum i.e. how to be a knight among the Royal Knights.
Main Verge is a GrappLeomon who is an avid martial artist, a digimon of great loyalty and justice, posseses an honorable code which he abides by and essentially uses almost all the ten elements barring ice and water, albeit the earth and wood techniques are metallised.
Dynasmon is the Royal Knight who is both unquestionably loyal, as well as one who possesses a sense of Justice he won't ever betray as its tied to its loyalty, which is also tied to both chivalry and bushido, both the western and eastern sense honor, famed for its use of all ten elements.
Also GrappLeomon evolves into Dynasmon in Next 0rder.
Because in all honesty they probably should have each others Royal Knights.
See DarkKnightmon is a dark colored knight wielding a double ended spear with a skull motif, a being who is both willing to do anything to win as well as one described as being furnished with merit, and Verge in particular in the omake has something of an obsession with being a knight.
Craniamon is a dark colored knight wielding a double ended spear with a skull motif, who competes to have the highest mission completion rate, best understands decorum i.e. how to be a knight among the Royal Knights.
Main Verge is a GrappLeomon who is an avid martial artist, a digimon of great loyalty and justice, posseses an honorable code which he abides by and essentially uses almost all the ten elements barring ice and water, albeit the earth and wood techniques are metallised.
Dynasmon is the Royal Knight who is both unquestionably loyal, as well as one who possesses a sense of Justice he won't ever betray as its tied to its loyalty, which is also tied to both chivalry and bushido, both the western and eastern sense honor, famed for its use of all ten elements.
Also GrappLeomon evolves into Dynasmon in Next 0rder.
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[X] No. 'Twould be silly.
Despite my dislike for Ardat, she is our offcial lover and I would prefer there would be no petty squabbles between her and our future
teammate/boss later on.
Despite my dislike for Ardat, she is our offcial lover and I would prefer there would be no petty squabbles between her and our future
teammate/boss later on.
drexal15
Proud GM
I mean... the vote's kind of a joke. I'm not exactly planning to turn the quest into a spanish soap opera.
Of course it can! You just have to apply it to debate lines instead of attacks! Fear the speaker that can try every single argument simultaneously and pick the most effective one!
Oh my! I didn't know the two of them had progressed so far!
Ardat: *Looks at Grademon's armor, then down at her own body.*
Grademon: ... why do I have an inexplicable feeling of defeat?
Yep, barring disqualification, Verge is now garunteed... I want to say 250 million bits.
Well I see her more as FrigiAunt considering, but yeah and thank you. I felt that for a character who's a big'ish motivator for Verge right now, she wasn't getting enough attention.
This reminds me of the Warhammer book "the infinite and the divine" in which two millennia old soulless robots have a argument and one of them constantly travels back in time to win, which annoys the other so much that he steals a anti-time garment or some such and invades the home of the time traveling robot just to shoot him in the face out of spite… btw they are both immortal. It's a great book!
drexal15
Proud GM
I've added three new Omake bounties:
- Bounty Prompt: Sparks in his own tournament for Malkimon's old tome. Fighting 4 opponents in succession. Mistymon, BishopChessmon, Baromon (not the character Verge met before) & finally a Wisemon... who happens to be one of the headmasters from Flat Campus. 1200 word minimum. Rewards: 12 stat points, 9 skill points
- Bounty Prompt: Deimos/Boy's final match of another tournament, during which... a certain shirtless Wisemon shows up to throw hands... In the joseph joestar manner. 800 word minimum. Rewards: 8 stat pionts, 6 skill points.
- Bounty Prompt: Various reactions to Thresh's evolution/other fights in the tournament. 400 word minimum. Rewards: 4 Stat points, 3 skill points.
ThatOtherSatori
Lover of Spicy Food
- Location
- Indiana, USA
Sounds like tuesday among the Necrons for you yep. (On wednesdays and fridays they play Paradox-Billiards-Vostroyan-Roulette-Fourth-Dimensional-Hypercube-Chess-Strip Poker....when they can remember to of course. forgetful fellows that they are.)
[X] Yes. Let them fight over best girl position.
Eh need a bit of comedy after those last few updates.
Eh need a bit of comedy after those last few updates.
Sparks participating in that tournament is kinda unfair, considering that he's got enough power to beat some of the participants in the big center of attention anything goes tournament.
drexal15
Proud GM
Yep. That's entirely correct… for the most part at least. That final combatant however, the headmaster? Well, the difference in their skill when it comes to magic is substantial to say the least.
Yes, I imagine that fight came down to the rather inelegant solution of "I cast fist".
I don't remember if it was said if he won that tournament , I do remember a bunch of Wismeon looking at him pissed tho
Also how much time will it take for his to reach the same level of skill as that headmaster with flux mountain, being tutored by the Madam and if he did win one of Malkimon old tomes?
There is only one way this could end…
drexal15
Proud GM
Literal decades. These Wisemon have been studying in some cases for more than a hundred years. Sparks is a thug in compariso, albeit a big one carrying an even bigger club.
Keep in mind, the Tome is just for one topic, and the Madame specializes in water magic. Sparks is more a lighting, and fire guy.
Back To White 22
- Location
- Barquisimeto
Black to White 22.
Beat is an idiot.
You wanted to deny it but the proof was clear, the stoic Stingmon was just a special type of dumbass.
A stealthy one who hides their stupidity until the last second.
The only ones that had a working common sense were Warren and maybe Scourge, there weren't doubts that you were incredibly reckless and would in many cases a minder to make sure that you pace yourself. But you had minor hopes that there was a brain or something that was capable of telling Beat that something was a bad idea!
But no, that means less work and your friend decided to make a promise of a favor in the future to Wendimon without knowing the daemonshit details!
It was a miracle, a genuine miracle of the Great Tree that you haven't begun to discipline Beat like you did with Thresh and... oh, oooooh, was this what Drunky was feeling every moment that she was in charge of your squad? It was a really weird feeling and the temptation of exploring the by making a reconstruction of Beat's face with your fist was clear.
But you were just better than that and just increased a bit more the pressure of wind that Beat could take, the extra training would help him.
Shortly thereafter Galgomon and Mikemon interrupts the sparring so they can make an announcement.
"Bad news kids. Your squad's have been consuming more supplies and... stuff than initially projected. Feral's and sweets are good eating but they can't make up everything, mon need a healthy, balanced diet to stay strong and stuff."
"Right, right. So we'll stopping at a town at some point soon yeah? We're totally gonna hit one more target on the way there tho'. A tricky fella we don't exactly have'a name for."
You hated and loved when those moments happened, so much to do.
"So this one'll be a bit different. We know where this feral's staying. Its burrow got tagged by a scouting group just after digivolving. Bastard ambushed a hunting squad and wiped most of'em out. Tho' the survivor's report said it was a real long and white digimon that likes to coil around its prey. He even said one poor mon got impaled by it spitting out some sorta polearm."
"And pray tell, what 'tis the terrain like?" Oh, nice question.
"Ohoho, good question but no luck there. Snowy tundra ain't exactly the best place to lay traps ya hear? Plus it's either a good digger or got a ton of tunnels to move around. Not gonna lie dudes, if any of you have suggestions on how to help hunt this thing I'm all ears."
What followed was a lengthy discussion about what was the enemy and different ideas about what was expected, and that you could really understand this type of digimon and it was clear to you. It was just the same type of digimon as Sparks and you, a son of daemonwhore that would ambush, trick, and fake weak points to get a last-minute advantage, the feral may not be a digimon skilled in high programming but it didn't matter there will be a trick or two that you could predict.
Poison was clear for the noodle, the lack of limps means a singular set of muscles so reaction and movement must be high, everything else was unknown but you expected that feral being a mixture of guerrilla warfare.
Your training was mostly passive, so you wanted to find an answer to the mystery that was Wendimon and wasn't because your spears were too heavy to allow the type of 'flying' that you managed to reach with wind spells.
Looking at the sky, the new battlefield of Pit and Beat as they spent their time sparring in the air to test their limits, their higher than average limits as you noticed that your Wards have already reached theirs and struggling to take the last possible drops of potential. But the surgery did exactly what Galgomon put forth, the Stingmon's capacity for growth increased but it still doesn't compare to your angelic minion/friend. When you'd first met him the Pidmon hadn't seens all that exceptional, yet over the months he'd reached beyond what you'd expect of nearly any champion. Even with the use of your spells to train harder, it didn't looked like he was close to reaching the limit that every other mon had.
Pit was an oddity such as you but how?
You didn't have any idea so you decided to indulge in your curiosity and talk with Wendimon, a strange digimon that apparently didn't search for power. Why was that? Life was about growth and improvement, if you didn't live to be your best then why did you live for?
"I have myriad reasons for it, but the most affluent of those is simple. Unlike other digimon such as yourself, I do not find pleasure in conflict. While it may cause me to grow, I currently lack the desperation needed to force such brutal confrontations." It was a fair argument, you think that there was a time when you didn't enjoyed your job and training.
But that was when you didn't understand the true danger that was
"Very well, then I shall take my leave." You decided to do.
"Seek not haste in this matter Gryzmon, there are more topics we can discuss than simple violence." The tall digimon shoots you an interesting smile. It was a moment that your interest was raised and the greedy desire for information was going to be fed and you didn't even have to butter him! "For a simple start, we can discuss the exact changes wreaked upon your friend by the black Digitron, they are quite astounding indeed. My nature leaves me few intellectual equals to explain this subject to, but surely a mon of spellwork such as you will be able to understand the terminology correct? Few in this world share my curiosity for the unexplained with fewer still present in the Gloaming and those that I do consider of proper intellect lack the correct moral form to appreciate the benefits such research can bring about. Ah yes, the black Digitron. It did more than just cause your friend's chitin to darkened, the virus-"
You nodded at certain points, interrupting to clarify certain terms and possible reasons for other reactions. Eventually, it was clear that Black Digitron wasn't a good addition to your style of fighting when the state of your digicore was too different from Beat and other digimons.
Seconds turn into minutes and soon enough, an hour has passed on by. You immersed yourself in this conversation, multiple parts were something that you agreed on and also incredibly interesting. According to him Black Digitron works to increase the density of a digimon's data to make them more hardy, but this process also works to strengthen their internal workings to furthermore increase their physical endurance. Sadly the sacrifice of speed would be a critical flaw as your form of fighting was initially based on the nimbleness of Wolfmon.
According to the tests he did the viral matter interacted with Beat's source code in an odd way, as the fusion didn't create an even stronger virus, but rather somehow, managed to result in pure *Data*. The Wendimon doesn't know how exactly that happened, but he's determined t find out how and why. When you ask what the difference is, the explanation made you open your eyes to the possibilities as your Dual-natured Digicore was just constantly fighting as a Rookie but now turned stable.
Satisfaction came with every sentence that you put into your mind and analyzed everything, truly was a worthy use of your time.
The conversation draws to its end when the champion moves onto a less subjective topic.
"Bellator Verge, forgive me for the presumption, but there is a subject in which I must ask your opinion." Wendimon knowledge and intellect were something that you benefit from so it was fair is you answer a few questions.
"You have been an appropriate conversation partner, asking isn't necessary at this point." Your curiousity.
"What do you think of this proverb? *Might creates right*. Please be truthful in this Bellator and a concrete answer is possible. Too many of those I spoke too gave non-committal answers I'm afraid."
"It is a common mistake because Might have multiple forms." You answer as if it was a fact, the scar on your face pulsating with the ever-continuous pain. "Power is one of the pillars of this life, is required to make acts possible, and is the way how is guided that makes changes. Your will alone will not be enough, be knowledge or even connections might isn't a right but the resource used when two sides interact."
Your mind flashed with many memories, for the sake of your lady that was prisoner, because your partner is at your side, when your friends were fighting hard and even harder for each other sake, and also because those that under you put their trust... Power was needed to live even single additional day.
"Being weak isn't a sin, but keep being weak after experiencing the world outside walls of comfort... that is the sin that will paid for the inaction." You explained to Wendimon, you made the mistake of wasting too many days of your life instead of improving yourself. "Power is just too necessary to be ignored."
"A common outlook but one that is backed by experiences and expanded beyond common concept into advancement..." Wendimon looked at you with new eyes. "You seek Might, worship the concept but in your eyes is a necessity to live instead a right to rule."
There was something in his eyes, something that you didn't know what it was.
"What if it didn't have to be that way?" At those words you glance at Wendimon, but he just smiles again in a manner that was more genuine. "I do not believe that what you stated is true, or rather I firmly believe that this world can be changed to follow a different system. The rule of power always concludes in seeing the selfish desires of the wielder granted and whenever those with the strength to impose their will upon others fall, chaos follows. What this world deserves is a better system." The long-limbed digimon starts walking backward and throws his arm out to the side in a grand gesture. "A rule of law."
In your mind, the word of your lady was the law that you followed, and desired her freedom but really... you didn't want her to rule as she was a bit too chaotic and whimsical to rule over a great number of digimon at the moment.
"Subordination to a strong mon?" You already dreaded the mental image.
"... By Daemon. No." The taller champion mumbles into his hand with clear exasperation, so not a centralized power base. "That interpretation was not what I meant Bellator... no Verge, what I speak of, what I propose is a set of rules spread out across the digital world that all must live by. A system to keep the chaos in check and prevent insensate violence from continuing in this endless cycle of brutality, death, and rebirth. A system to keep the strong in check and keep wrongdoing's from taking place." Understanding dawns upon your mind. There were glaring flaws, a nice sentiment but...
"Ideals without power can't be made a reality, if rules are set upon any path must always be enforced or somemon will reject them this is no different. If you desire to set up such a system such as that would require great power to bring about and keep aloft." You told Wendimon, he needs to acquire power for the sake of his dream.
"Alas, such a simple understand, but..." With that Wendimon sighs. "-not entirely incorrect. Spreading and implementing my vision would require power indeed, more than I currently possess. But one day it will lead to a better world, all I asks is that you keep my words in mind."
It was a system, a new one that would require too many battles but one that many pacifist digimon would enjoy but this world was filled with too many types of Digimon, Gnaw for example couldn't really live in the same that your Drimogemon self did before the count burned down everything. In exchange, you couldn't see following this dream if it didn't benefit your plans, goals, or lady, a life of peace was nice but conflicted with what you knew and experienced.
"Very well, I shall do as you ask and keep it in mind. However, there are words I must speak regarding this, *rule of law* you wish to implement. Will it not require the conquering of this world?" Wendimon stiffens for a moment at your question, his eyes narrowing with clear caution. "I cannot believe that there exist many strong digimon that share your goal and they will fight to preserve their current status. Others such as the Host and even your own faction have their ideals, will you end their paths to solidify your own? And indeed, are your ideals superior to theirs?" Wendimon is taken aback by your questions, but soon begins to smile with very real happiness.
"Truly your understanding of these topics is most pleasantly surprising. Few really find it possible to realize the full, true ramifications of my words, but here you are. Fascinating. I cannot help but wonder if it's perhaps caused by an exceptional last life as there are few whom could have been reborn into such a being." The champion's eyes gleam with interest, but you just shake your head to halt the tangent before it can begin.
All the actions have an end result that affects others in multiple ways, you had learned about them and implemented them in your tactics too much to not be a part of your character.
"Perhaps, but this life has been filled with experiences that formed the digimon in front of you." Your previous self may be a mystery but you can't know completely if you were on the same path or a different one.
You just wanted to live.
"But you haven't answered my question." You reminded your fellow Champion.
"Ah. Very well then. I will admit that there will be a price to pay for my vision, as there always is for all progress. Undoubtedly there shall be violent resistance, but I consider the sorrow involved worth it to truly change this world. Look around this world Verge what is it that you see." You raise your head in attention at the statement, that was one of the most ambitious things that you have heard. "-no. Not... literally. I speak purely figuratively in this manner. The Host a shadow of its former self, your superiors have failed in their orignal goals and now fight an endless struggle they cannot hope to win. The faction they seek to destroy is worse, a true blight upon this world in its current state. The City-States are powerful yes, but stagnant and corrupted. Rotting from within. This world's future will see a great revolution come to pass of that I am certain. I simply hope to minimize the damage and turn the ensuing chaos into something that can bring good to all."
You nodded at his words, it was his perspective and you keep that in mind. But he was mistaken, the Host has Pit and the return of a Serafimon could change it. You refuse to allow the moronic angel to end wasting all the time that you spend training him and hearing his annoying praises to a Lord that may or not exist.
The two of you continue speaking for a few minutes (albeit on less important matters) before he bids you goodbye and moves up to converse with his sole subordinate. Weirdly enough he gave a thumbs up and say that help her relax a little before the next battle.
Did he want you to fight the wommon?
Unfortunately, the Wommon is far less pleasant than her superior, glaring as you approach... though it's substantially less heated than the looks she gives Pit. Given that she's a member of the Gloaming you're not exactly surprised by her attitude but... before you hadn't had time to think about why the enemy mon disliked your organization.
Perhaps this chance could be used to learn her grievances and have a more solid teamwork.
"Rinkmon-"
"Veteran Rinkmon." The armor digimon corrects. "Why do you approach me mass murder?"
You narrowed your eyes in annoyance, she demands that you address her by rank and yet refuses to lend me the same courtesy? Very well then.
"No. Rinkmon, why is it that you show such dislike towards me?"
"You need to ask?" She crosses her arms, with a frown, then reluctantly nods. "The answer is not complicated. I abhor your behavior towards many individuals in this camp, your actions are based on pure desire and a complete lack of anything to hold back. Just because you can."
That was really close to the truth.
"If this is because I prefer spent my time with Mikemon and watching her craft instead of paying attention to you, you have my apology." Naturally, the time that you spend learning from the older wommon was time well spent and inspired you to improve your spearmanship. "I didn't know that you wanted my company."
The blue wommon began to deny everything after you said those words, very curious that you didn't know that womon could turn to that sort of color and that she could aim to crush you with the power of her glare. Wasn't a good enough reason? You like to think that your time and attention were very valuable as (one of) the best strategists of the camp.
Calming herself, Rinkmon managed to just control her temper to not aim for your life but in exchange feel defeated as your argument won this time.
"And the Host? Your path in life is vehemently set against them, why?" It would be a pity to delete her but eventually will happen once you two meet in the battlefield.
"Friend Verge! The answer is simple!" Pit interrupts, swooping in beside you. "She is wicked, borne of evil and deception. She wishes to nothing more than to halt our efforts to make this world a better place under the Lord." Rinkmon snarls at him, actually barring her teeth and revealing a tiny pair of small fangs you hadn't noticed before.
"Fine. I'll tell you both why my *path* is set on this course." She growls, before pointing a finger at Pit. "Your oh so *good* Host condemned an entire village to the void for the simple act of sheltering a single wounded digimon. Dozens of digimon deleted for something they didn't even know was a crime."
Well, if there was a reason why she was an enemy that merits your attention then this one was it. The Count took your home, and the Host took hers, truly ironic in ways that were tragicomical as you could see part of yourself in her, maybe that was the sense of familiarity, the misery of losing a home by the act of someone stronger than you for a mistake and lack of power.
3.2K for Part 23. More points to the spine-breaking moment. And Yeah, Gladimon Verge is better and worse in social stuff than his Grizmon self because he is both smarter and more focused.
Beat is an idiot.
You wanted to deny it but the proof was clear, the stoic Stingmon was just a special type of dumbass.
A stealthy one who hides their stupidity until the last second.
The only ones that had a working common sense were Warren and maybe Scourge, there weren't doubts that you were incredibly reckless and would in many cases a minder to make sure that you pace yourself. But you had minor hopes that there was a brain or something that was capable of telling Beat that something was a bad idea!
But no, that means less work and your friend decided to make a promise of a favor in the future to Wendimon without knowing the daemonshit details!
It was a miracle, a genuine miracle of the Great Tree that you haven't begun to discipline Beat like you did with Thresh and... oh, oooooh, was this what Drunky was feeling every moment that she was in charge of your squad? It was a really weird feeling and the temptation of exploring the by making a reconstruction of Beat's face with your fist was clear.
But you were just better than that and just increased a bit more the pressure of wind that Beat could take, the extra training would help him.
Shortly thereafter Galgomon and Mikemon interrupts the sparring so they can make an announcement.
"Bad news kids. Your squad's have been consuming more supplies and... stuff than initially projected. Feral's and sweets are good eating but they can't make up everything, mon need a healthy, balanced diet to stay strong and stuff."
"Right, right. So we'll stopping at a town at some point soon yeah? We're totally gonna hit one more target on the way there tho'. A tricky fella we don't exactly have'a name for."
You hated and loved when those moments happened, so much to do.
"So this one'll be a bit different. We know where this feral's staying. Its burrow got tagged by a scouting group just after digivolving. Bastard ambushed a hunting squad and wiped most of'em out. Tho' the survivor's report said it was a real long and white digimon that likes to coil around its prey. He even said one poor mon got impaled by it spitting out some sorta polearm."
"And pray tell, what 'tis the terrain like?" Oh, nice question.
"Ohoho, good question but no luck there. Snowy tundra ain't exactly the best place to lay traps ya hear? Plus it's either a good digger or got a ton of tunnels to move around. Not gonna lie dudes, if any of you have suggestions on how to help hunt this thing I'm all ears."
What followed was a lengthy discussion about what was the enemy and different ideas about what was expected, and that you could really understand this type of digimon and it was clear to you. It was just the same type of digimon as Sparks and you, a son of daemonwhore that would ambush, trick, and fake weak points to get a last-minute advantage, the feral may not be a digimon skilled in high programming but it didn't matter there will be a trick or two that you could predict.
Poison was clear for the noodle, the lack of limps means a singular set of muscles so reaction and movement must be high, everything else was unknown but you expected that feral being a mixture of guerrilla warfare.
Your training was mostly passive, so you wanted to find an answer to the mystery that was Wendimon and wasn't because your spears were too heavy to allow the type of 'flying' that you managed to reach with wind spells.
Looking at the sky, the new battlefield of Pit and Beat as they spent their time sparring in the air to test their limits, their higher than average limits as you noticed that your Wards have already reached theirs and struggling to take the last possible drops of potential. But the surgery did exactly what Galgomon put forth, the Stingmon's capacity for growth increased but it still doesn't compare to your angelic minion/friend. When you'd first met him the Pidmon hadn't seens all that exceptional, yet over the months he'd reached beyond what you'd expect of nearly any champion. Even with the use of your spells to train harder, it didn't looked like he was close to reaching the limit that every other mon had.
Pit was an oddity such as you but how?
You didn't have any idea so you decided to indulge in your curiosity and talk with Wendimon, a strange digimon that apparently didn't search for power. Why was that? Life was about growth and improvement, if you didn't live to be your best then why did you live for?
"I have myriad reasons for it, but the most affluent of those is simple. Unlike other digimon such as yourself, I do not find pleasure in conflict. While it may cause me to grow, I currently lack the desperation needed to force such brutal confrontations." It was a fair argument, you think that there was a time when you didn't enjoyed your job and training.
But that was when you didn't understand the true danger that was
"Very well, then I shall take my leave." You decided to do.
"Seek not haste in this matter Gryzmon, there are more topics we can discuss than simple violence." The tall digimon shoots you an interesting smile. It was a moment that your interest was raised and the greedy desire for information was going to be fed and you didn't even have to butter him! "For a simple start, we can discuss the exact changes wreaked upon your friend by the black Digitron, they are quite astounding indeed. My nature leaves me few intellectual equals to explain this subject to, but surely a mon of spellwork such as you will be able to understand the terminology correct? Few in this world share my curiosity for the unexplained with fewer still present in the Gloaming and those that I do consider of proper intellect lack the correct moral form to appreciate the benefits such research can bring about. Ah yes, the black Digitron. It did more than just cause your friend's chitin to darkened, the virus-"
You nodded at certain points, interrupting to clarify certain terms and possible reasons for other reactions. Eventually, it was clear that Black Digitron wasn't a good addition to your style of fighting when the state of your digicore was too different from Beat and other digimons.
Seconds turn into minutes and soon enough, an hour has passed on by. You immersed yourself in this conversation, multiple parts were something that you agreed on and also incredibly interesting. According to him Black Digitron works to increase the density of a digimon's data to make them more hardy, but this process also works to strengthen their internal workings to furthermore increase their physical endurance. Sadly the sacrifice of speed would be a critical flaw as your form of fighting was initially based on the nimbleness of Wolfmon.
According to the tests he did the viral matter interacted with Beat's source code in an odd way, as the fusion didn't create an even stronger virus, but rather somehow, managed to result in pure *Data*. The Wendimon doesn't know how exactly that happened, but he's determined t find out how and why. When you ask what the difference is, the explanation made you open your eyes to the possibilities as your Dual-natured Digicore was just constantly fighting as a Rookie but now turned stable.
Satisfaction came with every sentence that you put into your mind and analyzed everything, truly was a worthy use of your time.
The conversation draws to its end when the champion moves onto a less subjective topic.
"Bellator Verge, forgive me for the presumption, but there is a subject in which I must ask your opinion." Wendimon knowledge and intellect were something that you benefit from so it was fair is you answer a few questions.
"You have been an appropriate conversation partner, asking isn't necessary at this point." Your curiousity.
"What do you think of this proverb? *Might creates right*. Please be truthful in this Bellator and a concrete answer is possible. Too many of those I spoke too gave non-committal answers I'm afraid."
"It is a common mistake because Might have multiple forms." You answer as if it was a fact, the scar on your face pulsating with the ever-continuous pain. "Power is one of the pillars of this life, is required to make acts possible, and is the way how is guided that makes changes. Your will alone will not be enough, be knowledge or even connections might isn't a right but the resource used when two sides interact."
Your mind flashed with many memories, for the sake of your lady that was prisoner, because your partner is at your side, when your friends were fighting hard and even harder for each other sake, and also because those that under you put their trust... Power was needed to live even single additional day.
"Being weak isn't a sin, but keep being weak after experiencing the world outside walls of comfort... that is the sin that will paid for the inaction." You explained to Wendimon, you made the mistake of wasting too many days of your life instead of improving yourself. "Power is just too necessary to be ignored."
"A common outlook but one that is backed by experiences and expanded beyond common concept into advancement..." Wendimon looked at you with new eyes. "You seek Might, worship the concept but in your eyes is a necessity to live instead a right to rule."
There was something in his eyes, something that you didn't know what it was.
"What if it didn't have to be that way?" At those words you glance at Wendimon, but he just smiles again in a manner that was more genuine. "I do not believe that what you stated is true, or rather I firmly believe that this world can be changed to follow a different system. The rule of power always concludes in seeing the selfish desires of the wielder granted and whenever those with the strength to impose their will upon others fall, chaos follows. What this world deserves is a better system." The long-limbed digimon starts walking backward and throws his arm out to the side in a grand gesture. "A rule of law."
In your mind, the word of your lady was the law that you followed, and desired her freedom but really... you didn't want her to rule as she was a bit too chaotic and whimsical to rule over a great number of digimon at the moment.
"Subordination to a strong mon?" You already dreaded the mental image.
"... By Daemon. No." The taller champion mumbles into his hand with clear exasperation, so not a centralized power base. "That interpretation was not what I meant Bellator... no Verge, what I speak of, what I propose is a set of rules spread out across the digital world that all must live by. A system to keep the chaos in check and prevent insensate violence from continuing in this endless cycle of brutality, death, and rebirth. A system to keep the strong in check and keep wrongdoing's from taking place." Understanding dawns upon your mind. There were glaring flaws, a nice sentiment but...
"Ideals without power can't be made a reality, if rules are set upon any path must always be enforced or somemon will reject them this is no different. If you desire to set up such a system such as that would require great power to bring about and keep aloft." You told Wendimon, he needs to acquire power for the sake of his dream.
"Alas, such a simple understand, but..." With that Wendimon sighs. "-not entirely incorrect. Spreading and implementing my vision would require power indeed, more than I currently possess. But one day it will lead to a better world, all I asks is that you keep my words in mind."
It was a system, a new one that would require too many battles but one that many pacifist digimon would enjoy but this world was filled with too many types of Digimon, Gnaw for example couldn't really live in the same that your Drimogemon self did before the count burned down everything. In exchange, you couldn't see following this dream if it didn't benefit your plans, goals, or lady, a life of peace was nice but conflicted with what you knew and experienced.
"Very well, I shall do as you ask and keep it in mind. However, there are words I must speak regarding this, *rule of law* you wish to implement. Will it not require the conquering of this world?" Wendimon stiffens for a moment at your question, his eyes narrowing with clear caution. "I cannot believe that there exist many strong digimon that share your goal and they will fight to preserve their current status. Others such as the Host and even your own faction have their ideals, will you end their paths to solidify your own? And indeed, are your ideals superior to theirs?" Wendimon is taken aback by your questions, but soon begins to smile with very real happiness.
"Truly your understanding of these topics is most pleasantly surprising. Few really find it possible to realize the full, true ramifications of my words, but here you are. Fascinating. I cannot help but wonder if it's perhaps caused by an exceptional last life as there are few whom could have been reborn into such a being." The champion's eyes gleam with interest, but you just shake your head to halt the tangent before it can begin.
All the actions have an end result that affects others in multiple ways, you had learned about them and implemented them in your tactics too much to not be a part of your character.
"Perhaps, but this life has been filled with experiences that formed the digimon in front of you." Your previous self may be a mystery but you can't know completely if you were on the same path or a different one.
You just wanted to live.
"But you haven't answered my question." You reminded your fellow Champion.
"Ah. Very well then. I will admit that there will be a price to pay for my vision, as there always is for all progress. Undoubtedly there shall be violent resistance, but I consider the sorrow involved worth it to truly change this world. Look around this world Verge what is it that you see." You raise your head in attention at the statement, that was one of the most ambitious things that you have heard. "-no. Not... literally. I speak purely figuratively in this manner. The Host a shadow of its former self, your superiors have failed in their orignal goals and now fight an endless struggle they cannot hope to win. The faction they seek to destroy is worse, a true blight upon this world in its current state. The City-States are powerful yes, but stagnant and corrupted. Rotting from within. This world's future will see a great revolution come to pass of that I am certain. I simply hope to minimize the damage and turn the ensuing chaos into something that can bring good to all."
You nodded at his words, it was his perspective and you keep that in mind. But he was mistaken, the Host has Pit and the return of a Serafimon could change it. You refuse to allow the moronic angel to end wasting all the time that you spend training him and hearing his annoying praises to a Lord that may or not exist.
The two of you continue speaking for a few minutes (albeit on less important matters) before he bids you goodbye and moves up to converse with his sole subordinate. Weirdly enough he gave a thumbs up and say that help her relax a little before the next battle.
Did he want you to fight the wommon?
Unfortunately, the Wommon is far less pleasant than her superior, glaring as you approach... though it's substantially less heated than the looks she gives Pit. Given that she's a member of the Gloaming you're not exactly surprised by her attitude but... before you hadn't had time to think about why the enemy mon disliked your organization.
Perhaps this chance could be used to learn her grievances and have a more solid teamwork.
"Rinkmon-"
"Veteran Rinkmon." The armor digimon corrects. "Why do you approach me mass murder?"
You narrowed your eyes in annoyance, she demands that you address her by rank and yet refuses to lend me the same courtesy? Very well then.
"No. Rinkmon, why is it that you show such dislike towards me?"
"You need to ask?" She crosses her arms, with a frown, then reluctantly nods. "The answer is not complicated. I abhor your behavior towards many individuals in this camp, your actions are based on pure desire and a complete lack of anything to hold back. Just because you can."
That was really close to the truth.
"If this is because I prefer spent my time with Mikemon and watching her craft instead of paying attention to you, you have my apology." Naturally, the time that you spend learning from the older wommon was time well spent and inspired you to improve your spearmanship. "I didn't know that you wanted my company."
The blue wommon began to deny everything after you said those words, very curious that you didn't know that womon could turn to that sort of color and that she could aim to crush you with the power of her glare. Wasn't a good enough reason? You like to think that your time and attention were very valuable as (one of) the best strategists of the camp.
Calming herself, Rinkmon managed to just control her temper to not aim for your life but in exchange feel defeated as your argument won this time.
"And the Host? Your path in life is vehemently set against them, why?" It would be a pity to delete her but eventually will happen once you two meet in the battlefield.
"Friend Verge! The answer is simple!" Pit interrupts, swooping in beside you. "She is wicked, borne of evil and deception. She wishes to nothing more than to halt our efforts to make this world a better place under the Lord." Rinkmon snarls at him, actually barring her teeth and revealing a tiny pair of small fangs you hadn't noticed before.
"Fine. I'll tell you both why my *path* is set on this course." She growls, before pointing a finger at Pit. "Your oh so *good* Host condemned an entire village to the void for the simple act of sheltering a single wounded digimon. Dozens of digimon deleted for something they didn't even know was a crime."
Well, if there was a reason why she was an enemy that merits your attention then this one was it. The Count took your home, and the Host took hers, truly ironic in ways that were tragicomical as you could see part of yourself in her, maybe that was the sense of familiarity, the misery of losing a home by the act of someone stronger than you for a mistake and lack of power.
3.2K for Part 23. More points to the spine-breaking moment. And Yeah, Gladimon Verge is better and worse in social stuff than his Grizmon self because he is both smarter and more focused.