Vanargand
So tired.....
Dynas-Verge is like a mix of Cocytus Demiurge and Albedo its amazing lol
Last edited:
Digimon Inheritance: A Heroic Lion's Turbulent Times (Finished)
- Thread starter drexal15
- Start date
Black To White 31
- Location
- Barquisimeto
Black to White 31.
With the business regarding your future cape finished and your pay of 5k accepted, all that's left to do is to find a restaurant that will take you and Lady Ardat. The first few locations you approach either close upon seeing your mistress, or refuse service for unspecified reasons until you glared then enough that passed out when you asked the reason. Probably not your best idea to intimidate others as your might could make collapse lesser Champions, Lady Ardat suggests just returning to the fortress for supper, but you stubbornly insist on treating her. The original reason for said objective doesn't register anymore at this point you're seething from frustration and spite against these unworthy worms.
Quite fortunately the fifth establishment you visit is willing to host the two of you, albeit only in the far corner away from the shop's other customers.
Food is a fairly standard affair and honestly kind of bland compared to the meat you ate whilst in Bulwark's company. However with enough alcohol at the side, everything could be passable. A good amount of mead even if it didn't have a burn that you enjoyed made things passable, even if your Lady warns you about the danger of these drinks. It was fine, drugs and other things were barely effective as Mikemon best stuff failed to make you collapse.
That made your Lady twitch a bit and desires to talk about Mikemon in private.
Lady Ardat orders more than you and tucks in with gusto. However her habit of switching eating styles never surfaces, your Lady favors her latter habit exclusively now, using utensils to carefully cut and leverage foodstuffs with class rather than just stuffing things into her mouth. It's just another facet showing how much she's changed since coming here.
When the bill arrives you stare at the piece of paper with surprise, though that swiftly changes to anger as you double, then triple-check the number.
You almost burned the paper when exhaling the white flames.
"Ten thousand? That can't be right, we didn't eat that much…" Ardat pauses for a moment to pat the underside of her arm for some reason, then sighs in relief as her digits hit tensed muscle.
You made the mental calculations and were being ripped off from your treasure.
"Servant? Is there a problem?" Your eyes must be shining again.
"Yes." You growl, rising up from your haunches and glaring over towards the establishment's main front counter. Eight steps later sees you looming over the Pidmon in charge, your eyes narrowed into a glare. "This is not the correct sum." You didn't growl but there was heat in your breath as the piece of paper burned at his feet.
"Actually yeah, it is lacky." The champion snorts, showing an admirable amount of courage considering the situation. He crosses both arms, which are shaking like the coward that he was reason and clears his throat. "Pay up before I call the guards, I'm sure they won't be happy about-"
"Do you want me to burn this establishment and pay for the renovations?" You seriously asked, your flames almost getting out from your body as the feets.
Terror came in the features as you dropped the head of Vritramon on the counter.
"This is my lastest prey, a gift to my Lady." You told the bug in front of you, the might of the draconian wrath was on your gaze "I'm her knight, a guardian, and executioner by equal measure. The guards will die and be deleted, the host knows that my value is greater than yours."
Embers of a white inferno came from your helm.
"Tell me what made you so sure that I will not just delete you and pay a fine?" You asked the Pidmon.
Whatever he was about to say is cut off as a beam of red light flashed next to you. Lady Ardat's sudden arrival cuts through what had been steadily rising anger, leaving you suddenly wary at the sight of her shining eyes. Your *enemy* flinches and tries to step back, but finds himself completely frozen mid-step. Not by magic, but by an immense will and powerful pressure of your lady-
The purple claws of Ardat's monstrous claw rises up, blooming with a faint mist as they reach towards the smaller mon's face.Painful memories rise to the surface, causing you to slowly calm down and observe.
"My lady-" The wommon's head twists to face you and levels that same glare. Suddenly the words die in your mouth along with any semblance of movement, before the struggle begins from the Wyvern. For several long, painful moments you forced your body to move even a fraction of an inch was a victory gained. There's the pressure yes but… your will wants to move the body even if actively resisting your will.
It couldn't resist the Wyvern as it began to slowly get the spears in your back.
The crimson LadyDevimon slowly caresses the angel's face, smirking with satisfaction as a pulse of energy flows out into the champion's head. As you growl escaped from you disturbing the movement from the Wyvern.
"You are not going to overcharge us. In fact, scum. You're going to allow us a special discount for gracing this pitiful place with our magnificent presence." Your Lady forced the scum.
"Yes my lady." The angel moans, his mouth warping up into a dopey grin. "It was my pleasure to serve you. Please my lady, your presence here was more than enough payment."
You glared, and your humor turned sour.
"Be thankful my servant was so insistent on visiting scum. Now leave us." The Pidmon turns tail and vanishes back into the building's kitchen. The pressure keeping you still passes by, leaving you to look between the Ultimate and where the champion had been standing in abject horror. "Attend me Verge, we make for my room."
"Alright." Your weapons turned back to their place and the Vritramon's head was returned to the bag.
The journey back is a silent one… well for you at least. What Lady Ardat had just done, warping that other digimon's mind won't leave your head. The recent mental uproar, all the confusion you'd had around her… it's all starting to make sense now. You began to connect the points and even formed a small picture of the situation, in fact, you still don't know how was possible. But that, that was something your mind can't simply push aside. You were changed by her and her passive influence over you
And have been alright with it.
Meanwhile the wommon responsible doesn't even notice your points. In face she spends the entire time walking back bragging.
"Your lady was super-cool there weren't we? We went like *Oh you're lucky we came to eat there!* and he dropped the bill! Verge? Ah, you must be basking in our magnificent radiance! Never fear servant for we can't be that great all the time! Or can we? We will become this world's greatest monarch and already hold the title of most beautiful. Perhaps we-" She was too animated but you couldn't help but wonder of how much control she had over that power.
She wasn't your Lady at that moment, the influence looked like it come in two ways, her own and the victim's.
Memories and moments began to flow inside your brain, since the moment that you were a rookie alongside the changes that came while interacting with Lady Ardat, step by step the desire for power and your ambition grew and formed. Your ruthless nature as Gladimon, your mind pushed to the limit to master the arts of High Programming and adoration for the creation and understanding of spells. Technique and Mastery, your focus grows and your might improved.
The Wyvern, silently watched you and understands.
Yes, you couldn't ignore your desires. The single one trait that was maximized.
Upon reaching the door to her room, the wommon has one final request for the day.
"Psst, hey Verge! Listen Servant-we got permission from Sanzoomon for a sleepover! You'll stay right?" Lady Ardat's grin beams up at you her smaller hand lightly fidgeting at the wrist of her monstrous limb. The two Angemon standing guard sigh and turn away, wanting no part in what's to come.
"I would but we need to talk first." You were firm
The innocent giddiness falls from Lady Ardat's beautiful face, replaced by surprise along with an undercurrent of panic.
"...She warned me about these talks." Lady Ardat looked really nervous. "But why?! We've been having fun!" Her words bring about the sudden desire to take back your words, but you hold steadfast, refusing to comply. You were her loyal Knight and needed to put limits to her. Otherwise you may even lose her to the influence of the other.
"I witnessed what you wrought upon that Pidmon. You forcibly manipulated his mind and it wasn't you." You didn't dared to call that instance something that the Witchmon that was always happy and a source of infinite energy would do. "And you have been attempting to manipulate me. I cannot stay with you, not if I lose control."
The Wyvern was moving and more active in those moments.
"M-manipulating? No! Servant all we did was talk... to... him." The fallen angel pauses for a second, then violently shakes her head as if to reject something. "Yeah! He changed because we're magnificently persuasive!"
"No, I saw and feel it." You slap her assertion down without hesitation. "You forced energy into his head and warped his understanding. It may have not been a conscious effort on your part, but it did happen. Those thoughts of bowing to you and waiving the bill were not his own."
A lapse of control like when the Wyvern tried to obtain the core of Vritramon. It may be the nature of Scion influencing her and needed to be stopped.
"We-we're sorry!" The fallen angel digimon desperately latches onto your closest forelimb, tears rolling down her face. "We didn't know but, we-we won't do it again!" Another pull. You take a deliberate step back and look her in the eye.
"You were in danger there, what would happen if I lost you?" You told her, forcing her to look deeper, she needed to understand. "I took you as my lady because you gave me the Desire for power, I needed to be changed from that past self of mine and you made it happen. I took my oath because Sir Scratch but I decided how it was put in effect, what would happen if then you aren't there anymore by being corrupted by the same source?"
There was the constant pull in your mind trying to get you closer to keep your words from a final step.
"I am your protector because of my own will and choice." But you already have become a Loyal Knight that refuses to be controlled. "And nobody will stop me from keeping you safe, not even the other in yourself."
"...You never cared about the Pidmon." She finally realizes.
"I don't care if you are evil or those ambitions of yours make this world my enemy." You admitted, even if you have to become the strongest in this world you will keep your oath. "But I will always put my strongest flame to keep you safe."
You began to hear the Angemon from before begin to... sniff? It was a strange sound.
"Go man, do it we got you."
"Yeah, be what you lady needs!"
It was the strangest situation that you had been but still, you held your Lady closer and entered the prison room. It was a bit cozy, even if simple you managed to fully install the head of Vritramon in the wall. And then began to bring the different books that you had collected in your hunts, so many others gift that you had collected.
"So... My ser-Knight Verge, how you figure out about the...?" Ah, your Lady was curious.
"Because is weaker than what I already feel all the time for you my Lady." You replied honestly, if the pull wasn't that subtle in the begining then you would have believed that it was just normal stuff.
"Eh?"
"Why call you beautiful when there aren't words to describe your elegance and..." It was kind of nice to make your Lady flustered when you just said the truth.
But then you began to pull her back when you show her the different spells that you had crafted through the hunts with the Bulwark, all your notes, and even the source codes that were designed as you tried to complete it as perfection that didn't require an extensive affinity to the wind to make it usable, only then it could genuinely be called a technique of High Programming.
Lady Ardat appreciated her gift and thankfully she didn't use the Digispirit of Wind as source of evolution as she considers that Sir Scratch's raised her better to dress like a Shutumon... thinking about it, you didn't really think about it when you acquired the Digispirit just that your Lady loved the Wind and disliked being a LadyDevimon, otherwise the form of a Shutumon would cause...
You took your mind from that, it was just too inappropriate!
It's a wand! Yes, the focus of a wand and useful to learn how to wield the winds once more but absolutely can't be used!
Sleep is a merciful escape from the turmoil, even if it brings in the morning the need to repair your armor as the grip of your Lady through this act of *snuggling* was a bit stronger than usual. It was... nice, a night away from the familiar nightmares of torture and fear that you had to grow used to expecting when you closed your eyes and the eternal battles where your bleed from your wounds.
Just rest, and let things go.
Was this what DarkKnightmon wanted when you Jogressed with Sparks? Why Sparks and Weddingmon spend their time together? It was nice to just take a moment like this but also realized that you hadn't used Wind Blessing at all! It was the first time that you hadn't trained and had left your power to stagnate! You should just rise and get out of this cell to return to your training!
Just awake your lady and...
...Maybe just spend a few more minutes like this.
You couldn't bring yourself to interrupt the rest of your lady.
2.4K Part 32. And Verge acts like a mix of his parents... if the Desire wouldn't influence him so much that it looks like his actions have a different light.
With the business regarding your future cape finished and your pay of 5k accepted, all that's left to do is to find a restaurant that will take you and Lady Ardat. The first few locations you approach either close upon seeing your mistress, or refuse service for unspecified reasons until you glared then enough that passed out when you asked the reason. Probably not your best idea to intimidate others as your might could make collapse lesser Champions, Lady Ardat suggests just returning to the fortress for supper, but you stubbornly insist on treating her. The original reason for said objective doesn't register anymore at this point you're seething from frustration and spite against these unworthy worms.
Quite fortunately the fifth establishment you visit is willing to host the two of you, albeit only in the far corner away from the shop's other customers.
Food is a fairly standard affair and honestly kind of bland compared to the meat you ate whilst in Bulwark's company. However with enough alcohol at the side, everything could be passable. A good amount of mead even if it didn't have a burn that you enjoyed made things passable, even if your Lady warns you about the danger of these drinks. It was fine, drugs and other things were barely effective as Mikemon best stuff failed to make you collapse.
That made your Lady twitch a bit and desires to talk about Mikemon in private.
Lady Ardat orders more than you and tucks in with gusto. However her habit of switching eating styles never surfaces, your Lady favors her latter habit exclusively now, using utensils to carefully cut and leverage foodstuffs with class rather than just stuffing things into her mouth. It's just another facet showing how much she's changed since coming here.
When the bill arrives you stare at the piece of paper with surprise, though that swiftly changes to anger as you double, then triple-check the number.
You almost burned the paper when exhaling the white flames.
"Ten thousand? That can't be right, we didn't eat that much…" Ardat pauses for a moment to pat the underside of her arm for some reason, then sighs in relief as her digits hit tensed muscle.
You made the mental calculations and were being ripped off from your treasure.
"Servant? Is there a problem?" Your eyes must be shining again.
"Yes." You growl, rising up from your haunches and glaring over towards the establishment's main front counter. Eight steps later sees you looming over the Pidmon in charge, your eyes narrowed into a glare. "This is not the correct sum." You didn't growl but there was heat in your breath as the piece of paper burned at his feet.
"Actually yeah, it is lacky." The champion snorts, showing an admirable amount of courage considering the situation. He crosses both arms, which are shaking like the coward that he was reason and clears his throat. "Pay up before I call the guards, I'm sure they won't be happy about-"
"Do you want me to burn this establishment and pay for the renovations?" You seriously asked, your flames almost getting out from your body as the feets.
Terror came in the features as you dropped the head of Vritramon on the counter.
"This is my lastest prey, a gift to my Lady." You told the bug in front of you, the might of the draconian wrath was on your gaze "I'm her knight, a guardian, and executioner by equal measure. The guards will die and be deleted, the host knows that my value is greater than yours."
Embers of a white inferno came from your helm.
"Tell me what made you so sure that I will not just delete you and pay a fine?" You asked the Pidmon.
Whatever he was about to say is cut off as a beam of red light flashed next to you. Lady Ardat's sudden arrival cuts through what had been steadily rising anger, leaving you suddenly wary at the sight of her shining eyes. Your *enemy* flinches and tries to step back, but finds himself completely frozen mid-step. Not by magic, but by an immense will and powerful pressure of your lady-
The purple claws of Ardat's monstrous claw rises up, blooming with a faint mist as they reach towards the smaller mon's face.
"My lady-" The wommon's head twists to face you and levels that same glare. Suddenly the words die in your mouth along with any semblance of movement, before the struggle begins from the Wyvern. For several long, painful moments you forced your body to move even a fraction of an inch was a victory gained. There's the pressure yes but… your will wants to move the body even if actively resisting your will.
It couldn't resist the Wyvern as it began to slowly get the spears in your back.
The crimson LadyDevimon slowly caresses the angel's face, smirking with satisfaction as a pulse of energy flows out into the champion's head. As you growl escaped from you disturbing the movement from the Wyvern.
"You are not going to overcharge us. In fact, scum. You're going to allow us a special discount for gracing this pitiful place with our magnificent presence." Your Lady forced the scum.
"Yes my lady." The angel moans, his mouth warping up into a dopey grin. "It was my pleasure to serve you. Please my lady, your presence here was more than enough payment."
You glared, and your humor turned sour.
"Be thankful my servant was so insistent on visiting scum. Now leave us." The Pidmon turns tail and vanishes back into the building's kitchen. The pressure keeping you still passes by, leaving you to look between the Ultimate and where the champion had been standing in abject horror. "Attend me Verge, we make for my room."
"Alright." Your weapons turned back to their place and the Vritramon's head was returned to the bag.
The journey back is a silent one… well for you at least. What Lady Ardat had just done, warping that other digimon's mind won't leave your head. The recent mental uproar, all the confusion you'd had around her… it's all starting to make sense now. You began to connect the points and even formed a small picture of the situation, in fact, you still don't know how was possible. But that, that was something your mind can't simply push aside. You were changed by her and her passive influence over you
And have been alright with it.
Meanwhile the wommon responsible doesn't even notice your points. In face she spends the entire time walking back bragging.
"Your lady was super-cool there weren't we? We went like *Oh you're lucky we came to eat there!* and he dropped the bill! Verge? Ah, you must be basking in our magnificent radiance! Never fear servant for we can't be that great all the time! Or can we? We will become this world's greatest monarch and already hold the title of most beautiful. Perhaps we-" She was too animated but you couldn't help but wonder of how much control she had over that power.
She wasn't your Lady at that moment, the influence looked like it come in two ways, her own and the victim's.
Memories and moments began to flow inside your brain, since the moment that you were a rookie alongside the changes that came while interacting with Lady Ardat, step by step the desire for power and your ambition grew and formed. Your ruthless nature as Gladimon, your mind pushed to the limit to master the arts of High Programming and adoration for the creation and understanding of spells. Technique and Mastery, your focus grows and your might improved.
The Wyvern, silently watched you and understands.
Yes, you couldn't ignore your desires. The single one trait that was maximized.
Upon reaching the door to her room, the wommon has one final request for the day.
"Psst, hey Verge! Listen Servant-we got permission from Sanzoomon for a sleepover! You'll stay right?" Lady Ardat's grin beams up at you her smaller hand lightly fidgeting at the wrist of her monstrous limb. The two Angemon standing guard sigh and turn away, wanting no part in what's to come.
"I would but we need to talk first." You were firm
The innocent giddiness falls from Lady Ardat's beautiful face, replaced by surprise along with an undercurrent of panic.
"...She warned me about these talks." Lady Ardat looked really nervous. "But why?! We've been having fun!" Her words bring about the sudden desire to take back your words, but you hold steadfast, refusing to comply. You were her loyal Knight and needed to put limits to her. Otherwise you may even lose her to the influence of the other.
"I witnessed what you wrought upon that Pidmon. You forcibly manipulated his mind and it wasn't you." You didn't dared to call that instance something that the Witchmon that was always happy and a source of infinite energy would do. "And you have been attempting to manipulate me. I cannot stay with you, not if I lose control."
The Wyvern was moving and more active in those moments.
"M-manipulating? No! Servant all we did was talk... to... him." The fallen angel pauses for a second, then violently shakes her head as if to reject something. "Yeah! He changed because we're magnificently persuasive!"
"No, I saw and feel it." You slap her assertion down without hesitation. "You forced energy into his head and warped his understanding. It may have not been a conscious effort on your part, but it did happen. Those thoughts of bowing to you and waiving the bill were not his own."
A lapse of control like when the Wyvern tried to obtain the core of Vritramon. It may be the nature of Scion influencing her and needed to be stopped.
"We-we're sorry!" The fallen angel digimon desperately latches onto your closest forelimb, tears rolling down her face. "We didn't know but, we-we won't do it again!" Another pull. You take a deliberate step back and look her in the eye.
"You were in danger there, what would happen if I lost you?" You told her, forcing her to look deeper, she needed to understand. "I took you as my lady because you gave me the Desire for power, I needed to be changed from that past self of mine and you made it happen. I took my oath because Sir Scratch but I decided how it was put in effect, what would happen if then you aren't there anymore by being corrupted by the same source?"
There was the constant pull in your mind trying to get you closer to keep your words from a final step.
"I am your protector because of my own will and choice." But you already have become a Loyal Knight that refuses to be controlled. "And nobody will stop me from keeping you safe, not even the other in yourself."
"...You never cared about the Pidmon." She finally realizes.
"I don't care if you are evil or those ambitions of yours make this world my enemy." You admitted, even if you have to become the strongest in this world you will keep your oath. "But I will always put my strongest flame to keep you safe."
You began to hear the Angemon from before begin to... sniff? It was a strange sound.
"Go man, do it we got you."
"Yeah, be what you lady needs!"
It was the strangest situation that you had been but still, you held your Lady closer and entered the prison room. It was a bit cozy, even if simple you managed to fully install the head of Vritramon in the wall. And then began to bring the different books that you had collected in your hunts, so many others gift that you had collected.
"So... My ser-Knight Verge, how you figure out about the...?" Ah, your Lady was curious.
"Because is weaker than what I already feel all the time for you my Lady." You replied honestly, if the pull wasn't that subtle in the begining then you would have believed that it was just normal stuff.
"Eh?"
"Why call you beautiful when there aren't words to describe your elegance and..." It was kind of nice to make your Lady flustered when you just said the truth.
But then you began to pull her back when you show her the different spells that you had crafted through the hunts with the Bulwark, all your notes, and even the source codes that were designed as you tried to complete it as perfection that didn't require an extensive affinity to the wind to make it usable, only then it could genuinely be called a technique of High Programming.
Lady Ardat appreciated her gift and thankfully she didn't use the Digispirit of Wind as source of evolution as she considers that Sir Scratch's raised her better to dress like a Shutumon... thinking about it, you didn't really think about it when you acquired the Digispirit just that your Lady loved the Wind and disliked being a LadyDevimon, otherwise the form of a Shutumon would cause...
You took your mind from that, it was just too inappropriate!
It's a wand! Yes, the focus of a wand and useful to learn how to wield the winds once more but absolutely can't be used!
Sleep is a merciful escape from the turmoil, even if it brings in the morning the need to repair your armor as the grip of your Lady through this act of *snuggling* was a bit stronger than usual. It was... nice, a night away from the familiar nightmares of torture and fear that you had to grow used to expecting when you closed your eyes and the eternal battles where your bleed from your wounds.
Just rest, and let things go.
Was this what DarkKnightmon wanted when you Jogressed with Sparks? Why Sparks and Weddingmon spend their time together? It was nice to just take a moment like this but also realized that you hadn't used Wind Blessing at all! It was the first time that you hadn't trained and had left your power to stagnate! You should just rise and get out of this cell to return to your training!
Just awake your lady and...
...Maybe just spend a few more minutes like this.
You couldn't bring yourself to interrupt the rest of your lady.
2.4K Part 32. And Verge acts like a mix of his parents... if the Desire wouldn't influence him so much that it looks like his actions have a different light.
ThatOtherSatori
Lover of Spicy Food
- Location
- Indiana, USA
Man, DynasVerge is just as much of a dork as CanonVerge. 
Albeit in a few different ways.
Albeit in a few different ways.
Black To White 32
- Location
- Barquisimeto
Black to White 32.
You ended up losing a morning of training, your Lady has habits to sleep that you need to fix. When she finally woke up and began to remember the events of yesterday and through all, she promised to attempt be better and be herself.
"I'm glad that you didn't pretend to be someone different my Lady and claim that you leave the world as it is despite everything." You told your lady, she was proud and a bit too ambitious but she had you. "That is one of the reasons why I will keep being your Knight."
"I will accept your sorrow, and would share my joy."
"And that is why I would reprimand you if you strayed."
"Why if you made mistakes, I would forgive you and when you were in trouble I would be there for you."
"And if you ended up hating this world, would come to love it once again."
In the end, you leave your Lady sputtering and red because of your oath of loyalty. The guards were more friendly than before, her influence wasn't on them but gave you a pair of thumb-ups and wished you luck... you are missing something important but it didn't matter as angelic morons were just, maybe you can ask someone about The Slayer or just train a bit more but in your inticts activated and moved your spear up.
A loud *boom* draws your attention towards a nearby Commandramon. The rookie lowers the smoking gun away from you and clears her throat.
Your spear blocked the bullet.
You narrow your eyes in suspicion, but the distinct lack of power in the hit means this *attack* didn't do any damage. In fact... you'd bet that it was simply meant to grab your attention.
"Message for *future chevalier* Imperitus Verge." Oh, you found the mail-lizard.
"Yes. I'm Verge." The cyborg digimon nods at your confirmation, then reach down to a bag on her hip. A moment later she pulls out a large folder and sets it on the ground.
"Investigative information and a delivery for you sir." They worked fast.
"I see. My thanks." You
"Just doing my job sir." She shrugs, before eying your satchel. "Any chance for a tip?"
A tip? Well is deserved Payment.
The rookie skips away a minute later, a thousand bits richer for her work. Meanwhile, you opened the folder. Inside are two pictures, two of which you recognize as Thresh and Lekismon. They haven't managed to locate Grip at the moment.
The words written about your siblings are... both reassuring and at same time filled you with pride for your siblings. From what the writer was able to gather *Luna* the Lekismon has grown to be one of Count's favorite servants, to the point of position of *Lieutenant* above the likes of his older servant Asuramon. He's also bequeathed the title *Lady* upon her, something not even the LadyDevimon Repulsa earned before her demise by your hand. Her record in combat is noted to be *Outstanding* in both leading forces to victory over their Host counterparts and personally defeating multiple Ultimates in single combat.
Luna ended up taking more after you, in your Champion stage, than you believed.
*Thresh* meanwhile is considered less favored, not even holding an officer rank. He serves under *Lady Luna* as an Elite Veteran with an even more polished record in battle as a hunter of the strong. To Bulwark's information, he's managed to delete nearly a score of Imperius-ranked mon and even a full-on Throne, albeit with the support of Lekismon. However, the most noteworthy aspects of the BlackGrowlmon are his unnaturally powerful armaments and the ability to enter a sort of frenzy that increases his power and actively corrodes anything nearby. The report actually redacts a line that seems to guess what said ability is, but you haven't seen it before back when you fought him.
You kind of stomped him like a bug thanks to the numerous powerful enemies that you had been loading so maybe he never had a chance to show that particular skill.
You can see what was meant by Cherub HolyAngemon saying they're strong. However, if they're both still champion and you might still have a chance of capturing them considering the difference in strength. Your growth has been more than substantial in multiple aspects.
Of course, the knowledge that Count is using them like this is infuriating and you ended up having another defeat at the hands of MasterTyrannomon when you fought without your weapons and spells. Your wrath has been lesser since a long time ago, managing to keep control over the Wyvern by it being active and fighting for other things than revenge has to help you to re-prioritize your actions.
The report admits to being close to finding out where Count's main base of operations is and when that happens they'll hand the information over to your superiors. Increasing your chances to have the status of Cherub and beyond, being a Chevalier was a good plan B.
=
In the end, training was put aside as you ended meeting Pit once again, had a sparring with him too because the angelic digimon has his first taste of duty and has done paperwork like you had since you got placed as Imperius so he has been stressed, very stressed as he was a mon of battle than a patient paper pusher. Beat arrived later and then sits down to watch your fight with Pit.
The Pidmon is... far stronger than you would have believed possible given his stature and level. To the point where even if he can't overpower your individual limbs, that he could clash with you without being broken was an amazing feat and that's before taking his agility into account. At some points, his sheer power came from training that you had forced into him your friend is actually becoming capable of reaching you. When those facets combine, the Pidmon is strong enough to actually hurt you with his crescent-headed rod if you lowered your guard and his strikes using Sandiramon's polearms are strong enough to rattle your guard.
Until you began to use your spears and spells.
The sheer difference in power that you obtained after that yellow thing from the corpse of Vritramon has turned you into a new mon, superior in every aspect, and allowed you to reach further, digging further potential when you had been reaching your limits.
Nonetheless, since it's a spar he doesn't tap into his anger even when you tried to push him into control of it if he managed to control it then you're not entirely sure who could win against him in a fight amount other champions. Comparing him now to his initial state showcases a world of improvement and at this point, you doubt there's any Pidmon that comes near his level. When he evolves your friend is going to be powerful. Truly strong. This explains perfectly why HolyAngemon is paying him so much attention. You have no doubt that he could gain the strength necessary to reach Mega.
But at the moment you had become the pressure that will make the raw ore into digichrome.
And that involved kicking his ass until he evolves.
Ten minutes after your tort-sparring session ended Warren and Scourge came, with Scourge flying again... how? Just how he does that! You had so many questions!
Twenty-nine minutes after your sparring session ends Imperius Angewomon makes her entrance on HippoGriffomon's back. Only they're not alone. Sparks trails behind the beast-Ultimate, trussed up and gagged. You laughed, so hard, that you didn't even realize that maybe it was out of character to you.
First comes the shock from others, then you recovered enough to plod forward to ask what by the Legendary Warriors is happening. The answer is... both surprising and totally expected.
"Why's he like this? Hah! He's lucky that is is all we're doing after all the shit he pulled. I had to talk some overzealous bloody bastards down from flogging him!" Drunky explained her mercy as you signaled Warren to not rescue Sparks.
"He flood a building or pranked someone?" You probably should have kept an eye on him.
But you had other priorities.
"Flooding a buildings? Hahaha! That was him! They're still cleaning that place up! But nah, no. This ballsy bastard done felt up a Throne. You should have seen her face it was fucking hilarious." That shocked you directly to your core, why would he do that? Was he close to Weddingmon?
"Felt... up?" You raise a brow at Sparks, who takes this moment to chew through his gag.
"*Cough* for the last time! It was a friggen' accident! I tripped!" This receives a mocking snort from your superior.
"Yeah sure. And you just friggen happened to land hand first on her chest." Yup, Sparks was guilty.
"Yes! That was exactly what happened! Ten-damned crumbly stairs. Friggen' ridiculous... heh, at least the landing was soft." Sparks mutters something else barely audible, which causes the ropes around his body to combust rapidly burning away into ash. "Gotta say ya missed one thing. After it happened I kicked the butt of an Angemon. Jerk tried to punch me, so I punched him back. Hehe and he had a glass jaw."
Well done Sparks.
"Advisor Sparks! That behavior... it's not becoming a true warrior of the Host!"
"Heh, well than Lord Pit, it's a good thing I'm a wizard."
Maybe slapping him in the back of the head was helping less than you believed. You were also a caster like him and didn't act in such manner.
The two continue to argue for a good thirty seconds before Imperius Drunkymon coughs.
"Anyway chucklefucks. Fun as this was, there's a barstool with my name on it. Get ready to move out tomorrow, mister stick up his ass has a new fucking mission for us already and it can't wait."
Tomorrow? Less time with your Lady, you should give her the news.
Imperius Angewomon turns and takes a step towards her mount, then pauses as if realizing something and cocks her head back towards Pit.
"Wait... what the fuck happened to your face?" The wommon places two fingers up in front of her mouth as if to imitate your friend's new tusks, then lightly wiggles the digits. Pit opens his mouth to explain- "Shut up, I'm thinking." -but is cut off before he can even begin. Your commander hurries forward until she's standing in front of the Pidmon then raises an open hand to the top of her head. The tipsy angel jerks her hand forward until it smacks into the your friend's nose. Pit winces at the sudden strike, but manages to avoid being forced back. "Okay no! This shit ain't right, you have to be flying..." Your superior's head jerks down, to see that Pit's feet are not floating, but are pressed firmly against the ground. "What in the Dark-Zone.... How the shit did you get taller?!"
You put your head in your hands for a silent scream of pure frustration, why you had to deal with this?
"Wait, everyone is taller now!"
"Ah, well ma'am... I! I was blessed by the lord enough to receive Data-Splicing surgery from Bulwark! It has remade my body anew into this greater form!" With that the angel curls both arms and flexes, making his new muscles bulge out underneath their skin-tight clothing.
... really. Sparks had taught him that?
"Heh." Don't make me slap you harder.
"Fuck it, I'm not nearly buzzed enough for this." Angewommon swears, taking out her flask and downing it one long swig. She pulls it away with a loud belch, then seizes Pit by his wrist. "Alright *Muscles* time to fucken' show you who's boss! So what if you had some goddamned surgery I'm a fucking Ult. *Ironsides*! Get me to the nearest fucking bar!"
"Ma'am, I'm not-"
"Shutit!"
...She is going to have her ass kicked be cranky tomorrow.
"Ya think she recognized that prick over there digivolved?" Sparks chuckles, pointing his thumb over towards Beat... who is currently trying to see if he can force his face through the palm of his hand.
"At this point... She is sober enough so... No." You also agreed with Beat.
Your visit to Lady Ardat, ended with another sleep sleepover and she was really motivated to get all information that she could about Mikemon after you told her about your hunt and how the older champion was teaching you about butchering but ended distracted in the end when you began to told her when you blew yourself and began to shake you.
The guards shout something about doing that in private, they don't want to see... too much.
She promised to talk in the morning... then she ended up sleeping completely like a rock, you had turned into the greatest challenge of your life as your head was trapped on Lady Ardat's ...ardats, the guards didn't helped you just laughed at you muffling screams for help. You couldn't cast spells to separate yourself from your lady and she was crushing your head. It had a very nice smell and was a very soft manner of dying but you couldn't be allowed to fall because of this.
By some miracle, you managed to not only survive but leave as the next Locomon was coming.
"Enough with the goddamn slouching." *Drunky* growls, tugging your scruff down with a hand. "Slide down and get inside the compartment, I want all you freaks together for the briefing."
Why did you leave your Lady's bed again?
You nod-and several moments later sulk up the ramp into the stationary passenger car. Pit, Sparks, and Beat follow behind you the former two making some barely audible noise of concern Scourge preferred to compete with the Locomon and his brother was above to check on him. Once you've all taken a seat Imperius Angewommon coughs and slides into the booth, carefully maneuvering the sheathe of her sword to avoid dragging on the floor.
On side note, Pit won and showed his superiority to Drunky.
"Alright ma'am! We're settled and ready! What holy mission do we strive towards this-"
"Ergh, quiet the fuck down *goody two-shoes* my head still hurts from last night." The wommon half-groans, before taking out another flask. Several seconds later, she puts the half-drained container away and rubs one cheek. "Mister stick up his ass is sending us to Water Temple-City. Real fricken' imaginative name I know. Short story is a client asked for the protection of this squad specifically, the newerish Legendary Warrior Of Water, or her manager I can't bloody remember." Beat leans in attentively at that, oddly focused on her last sentence.
"Ma'am.. y-you can't remember?" Pit, why do you still have hopes about Drunky?
"Urgh, I have the damned orders. I can't be bothered to re-read them. You freakin' happy?"
Is too late to just go back to your Lady embrace?
"Well who cares. I'm going to finish this up then hit the sack. So no more goddamned interruptions."
"G-got it." Pit get your back straight.
"Fucking fantastic. Anyway, the *Idol* has been receiving death-threats. We'll be there to help safeguard her until the concerts finish up. Calamarmon's using those singers to hype up some sort of auction, but that's not our business." So murder? Okay.
"... is that it?"
"Hah! Of fucking course not." The Host officer snorts. "That's just our cover, the entire thing just happens to line up with something else in Water Temple City. Our real mission has to do with Count's shitty servants. Some of them have shown up for some reason, one of which is apparently a fucking prospective lord himself now. We're going to corner them outside the city and delete most of them."
Perfect! Just something to make your day better.
"But there's a stupid last-minute change. We have to capture that vampire's oh so favorite minion. *Lekismon*. There's another standing order about her *brother* that crazy fucking BlackGrowlmon, but he's not there."
Luna was there? Well, you can greet your sister again.
Traveling through Locomon was nice, but you preferred more open spaces to train. Void Step was becoming easier and easier to implement and you believed that soon you would surpass the WereGarurumon, but the part of having many things to train made it hard to decide how was the best use of your time, be improving your spearmanship alongside this technique or just learn more spells.
You had already mastered most of the Light, Fire, and Wind spells in your collection, but were struggling with Ice as your lack of practice and learning to use Tsurara Punch and Snow Bomber, while Frozen Clinking and Clinking Hammer could be useful... your throat has been getting more used to breathe the white inferno of the Wyvern when you were highly emotional that would make it impossible to use in battle.
You ignored Thunder as the collection of Thunder spells of Sparks was more than enough to compensate.
It was interesting how fast you had managed to master the elemental techniques, every single one in a fraction of time comparable to other champions that you had managed to talk about High Programming.
But outside of training and beating Pit into the ground so he could become capable of improving.
Something odd you notice during the fourth day is that Sparks writes two sets of letters. One for Weddingmon of course and another directed to an address you don't recognize. While you don't know exactly who he's sending it to, you're confident in guessing that it's probably to Alt-City. That's the only area he's really spent time in and you've both already taken care of the response to Frigimon's latest pair of messages.
Imperius Angewomon visits you once per day, though only briefly to make sure you're "still alive". Otherwise, she's either training or indulging in her favorite pastime. There was a firebrand whisky that you had managed to get a whole bottle before she could consume it so all was good.
However, of all your friends and squadmates Beat is the most... off. He talks even less than normal in your sessions and several times you catch the insect digimon softly rubbing his scarf. Not that you can judge, after all in the past you've taken out your medallion and just looked at it for hours at a time in the past. By the end of the fifth day, Beat's managed to master the elusive art of *running* on thin air surpassing your aerial mobility with the technique.
You were more on the bouncing and using your Wind spells as an additional impulse but Beat use seemed to be a greater form of skill, so buckle down to try and match his feat... after checking on your wards and making sure that Scourge still was following the Locomon, had been eating his fill and by the Great Tree you had been pushing Warren into too many hard duties by allowing his brother train like this.
3.2K Part 33. Verge almost died, is bad at money, and began to spread his skill set.
You ended up losing a morning of training, your Lady has habits to sleep that you need to fix. When she finally woke up and began to remember the events of yesterday and through all, she promised to attempt be better and be herself.
"I'm glad that you didn't pretend to be someone different my Lady and claim that you leave the world as it is despite everything." You told your lady, she was proud and a bit too ambitious but she had you. "That is one of the reasons why I will keep being your Knight."
"I will accept your sorrow, and would share my joy."
"And that is why I would reprimand you if you strayed."
"Why if you made mistakes, I would forgive you and when you were in trouble I would be there for you."
"And if you ended up hating this world, would come to love it once again."
In the end, you leave your Lady sputtering and red because of your oath of loyalty. The guards were more friendly than before, her influence wasn't on them but gave you a pair of thumb-ups and wished you luck... you are missing something important but it didn't matter as angelic morons were just, maybe you can ask someone about The Slayer or just train a bit more but in your inticts activated and moved your spear up.
A loud *boom* draws your attention towards a nearby Commandramon. The rookie lowers the smoking gun away from you and clears her throat.
Your spear blocked the bullet.
You narrow your eyes in suspicion, but the distinct lack of power in the hit means this *attack* didn't do any damage. In fact... you'd bet that it was simply meant to grab your attention.
"Message for *future chevalier* Imperitus Verge." Oh, you found the mail-lizard.
"Yes. I'm Verge." The cyborg digimon nods at your confirmation, then reach down to a bag on her hip. A moment later she pulls out a large folder and sets it on the ground.
"Investigative information and a delivery for you sir." They worked fast.
"I see. My thanks." You
"Just doing my job sir." She shrugs, before eying your satchel. "Any chance for a tip?"
A tip? Well is deserved Payment.
The rookie skips away a minute later, a thousand bits richer for her work. Meanwhile, you opened the folder. Inside are two pictures, two of which you recognize as Thresh and Lekismon. They haven't managed to locate Grip at the moment.
The words written about your siblings are... both reassuring and at same time filled you with pride for your siblings. From what the writer was able to gather *Luna* the Lekismon has grown to be one of Count's favorite servants, to the point of position of *Lieutenant* above the likes of his older servant Asuramon. He's also bequeathed the title *Lady* upon her, something not even the LadyDevimon Repulsa earned before her demise by your hand. Her record in combat is noted to be *Outstanding* in both leading forces to victory over their Host counterparts and personally defeating multiple Ultimates in single combat.
Luna ended up taking more after you, in your Champion stage, than you believed.
*Thresh* meanwhile is considered less favored, not even holding an officer rank. He serves under *Lady Luna* as an Elite Veteran with an even more polished record in battle as a hunter of the strong. To Bulwark's information, he's managed to delete nearly a score of Imperius-ranked mon and even a full-on Throne, albeit with the support of Lekismon. However, the most noteworthy aspects of the BlackGrowlmon are his unnaturally powerful armaments and the ability to enter a sort of frenzy that increases his power and actively corrodes anything nearby. The report actually redacts a line that seems to guess what said ability is, but you haven't seen it before back when you fought him.
You kind of stomped him like a bug thanks to the numerous powerful enemies that you had been loading so maybe he never had a chance to show that particular skill.
You can see what was meant by Cherub HolyAngemon saying they're strong. However, if they're both still champion and you might still have a chance of capturing them considering the difference in strength. Your growth has been more than substantial in multiple aspects.
Of course, the knowledge that Count is using them like this is infuriating and you ended up having another defeat at the hands of MasterTyrannomon when you fought without your weapons and spells. Your wrath has been lesser since a long time ago, managing to keep control over the Wyvern by it being active and fighting for other things than revenge has to help you to re-prioritize your actions.
The report admits to being close to finding out where Count's main base of operations is and when that happens they'll hand the information over to your superiors. Increasing your chances to have the status of Cherub and beyond, being a Chevalier was a good plan B.
=
In the end, training was put aside as you ended meeting Pit once again, had a sparring with him too because the angelic digimon has his first taste of duty and has done paperwork like you had since you got placed as Imperius so he has been stressed, very stressed as he was a mon of battle than a patient paper pusher. Beat arrived later and then sits down to watch your fight with Pit.
The Pidmon is... far stronger than you would have believed possible given his stature and level. To the point where even if he can't overpower your individual limbs, that he could clash with you without being broken was an amazing feat and that's before taking his agility into account. At some points, his sheer power came from training that you had forced into him your friend is actually becoming capable of reaching you. When those facets combine, the Pidmon is strong enough to actually hurt you with his crescent-headed rod if you lowered your guard and his strikes using Sandiramon's polearms are strong enough to rattle your guard.
Until you began to use your spears and spells.
The sheer difference in power that you obtained after that yellow thing from the corpse of Vritramon has turned you into a new mon, superior in every aspect, and allowed you to reach further, digging further potential when you had been reaching your limits.
Nonetheless, since it's a spar he doesn't tap into his anger even when you tried to push him into control of it if he managed to control it then you're not entirely sure who could win against him in a fight amount other champions. Comparing him now to his initial state showcases a world of improvement and at this point, you doubt there's any Pidmon that comes near his level. When he evolves your friend is going to be powerful. Truly strong. This explains perfectly why HolyAngemon is paying him so much attention. You have no doubt that he could gain the strength necessary to reach Mega.
But at the moment you had become the pressure that will make the raw ore into digichrome.
And that involved kicking his ass until he evolves.
Ten minutes after your tort-sparring session ended Warren and Scourge came, with Scourge flying again... how? Just how he does that! You had so many questions!
Twenty-nine minutes after your sparring session ends Imperius Angewomon makes her entrance on HippoGriffomon's back. Only they're not alone. Sparks trails behind the beast-Ultimate, trussed up and gagged. You laughed, so hard, that you didn't even realize that maybe it was out of character to you.
First comes the shock from others, then you recovered enough to plod forward to ask what by the Legendary Warriors is happening. The answer is... both surprising and totally expected.
"Why's he like this? Hah! He's lucky that is is all we're doing after all the shit he pulled. I had to talk some overzealous bloody bastards down from flogging him!" Drunky explained her mercy as you signaled Warren to not rescue Sparks.
"He flood a building or pranked someone?" You probably should have kept an eye on him.
But you had other priorities.
"Flooding a buildings? Hahaha! That was him! They're still cleaning that place up! But nah, no. This ballsy bastard done felt up a Throne. You should have seen her face it was fucking hilarious." That shocked you directly to your core, why would he do that? Was he close to Weddingmon?
"Felt... up?" You raise a brow at Sparks, who takes this moment to chew through his gag.
"*Cough* for the last time! It was a friggen' accident! I tripped!" This receives a mocking snort from your superior.
"Yeah sure. And you just friggen happened to land hand first on her chest." Yup, Sparks was guilty.
"Yes! That was exactly what happened! Ten-damned crumbly stairs. Friggen' ridiculous... heh, at least the landing was soft." Sparks mutters something else barely audible, which causes the ropes around his body to combust rapidly burning away into ash. "Gotta say ya missed one thing. After it happened I kicked the butt of an Angemon. Jerk tried to punch me, so I punched him back. Hehe and he had a glass jaw."
Well done Sparks.
"Advisor Sparks! That behavior... it's not becoming a true warrior of the Host!"
"Heh, well than Lord Pit, it's a good thing I'm a wizard."
Maybe slapping him in the back of the head was helping less than you believed. You were also a caster like him and didn't act in such manner.
The two continue to argue for a good thirty seconds before Imperius Drunkymon coughs.
"Anyway chucklefucks. Fun as this was, there's a barstool with my name on it. Get ready to move out tomorrow, mister stick up his ass has a new fucking mission for us already and it can't wait."
Tomorrow? Less time with your Lady, you should give her the news.
Imperius Angewomon turns and takes a step towards her mount, then pauses as if realizing something and cocks her head back towards Pit.
"Wait... what the fuck happened to your face?" The wommon places two fingers up in front of her mouth as if to imitate your friend's new tusks, then lightly wiggles the digits. Pit opens his mouth to explain- "Shut up, I'm thinking." -but is cut off before he can even begin. Your commander hurries forward until she's standing in front of the Pidmon then raises an open hand to the top of her head. The tipsy angel jerks her hand forward until it smacks into the your friend's nose. Pit winces at the sudden strike, but manages to avoid being forced back. "Okay no! This shit ain't right, you have to be flying..." Your superior's head jerks down, to see that Pit's feet are not floating, but are pressed firmly against the ground. "What in the Dark-Zone.... How the shit did you get taller?!"
You put your head in your hands for a silent scream of pure frustration, why you had to deal with this?
"Wait, everyone is taller now!"
"Ah, well ma'am... I! I was blessed by the lord enough to receive Data-Splicing surgery from Bulwark! It has remade my body anew into this greater form!" With that the angel curls both arms and flexes, making his new muscles bulge out underneath their skin-tight clothing.
... really. Sparks had taught him that?
"Heh." Don't make me slap you harder.
"Fuck it, I'm not nearly buzzed enough for this." Angewommon swears, taking out her flask and downing it one long swig. She pulls it away with a loud belch, then seizes Pit by his wrist. "Alright *Muscles* time to fucken' show you who's boss! So what if you had some goddamned surgery I'm a fucking Ult. *Ironsides*! Get me to the nearest fucking bar!"
"Ma'am, I'm not-"
"Shutit!"
...She is going to have her ass kicked be cranky tomorrow.
"Ya think she recognized that prick over there digivolved?" Sparks chuckles, pointing his thumb over towards Beat... who is currently trying to see if he can force his face through the palm of his hand.
"At this point... She is sober enough so... No." You also agreed with Beat.
Your visit to Lady Ardat, ended with another sleep sleepover and she was really motivated to get all information that she could about Mikemon after you told her about your hunt and how the older champion was teaching you about butchering but ended distracted in the end when you began to told her when you blew yourself and began to shake you.
The guards shout something about doing that in private, they don't want to see... too much.
She promised to talk in the morning... then she ended up sleeping completely like a rock, you had turned into the greatest challenge of your life as your head was trapped on Lady Ardat's ...ardats, the guards didn't helped you just laughed at you muffling screams for help. You couldn't cast spells to separate yourself from your lady and she was crushing your head. It had a very nice smell and was a very soft manner of dying but you couldn't be allowed to fall because of this.
By some miracle, you managed to not only survive but leave as the next Locomon was coming.
"Enough with the goddamn slouching." *Drunky* growls, tugging your scruff down with a hand. "Slide down and get inside the compartment, I want all you freaks together for the briefing."
Why did you leave your Lady's bed again?
You nod-and several moments later sulk up the ramp into the stationary passenger car. Pit, Sparks, and Beat follow behind you the former two making some barely audible noise of concern Scourge preferred to compete with the Locomon and his brother was above to check on him. Once you've all taken a seat Imperius Angewommon coughs and slides into the booth, carefully maneuvering the sheathe of her sword to avoid dragging on the floor.
On side note, Pit won and showed his superiority to Drunky.
"Alright ma'am! We're settled and ready! What holy mission do we strive towards this-"
"Ergh, quiet the fuck down *goody two-shoes* my head still hurts from last night." The wommon half-groans, before taking out another flask. Several seconds later, she puts the half-drained container away and rubs one cheek. "Mister stick up his ass is sending us to Water Temple-City. Real fricken' imaginative name I know. Short story is a client asked for the protection of this squad specifically, the newerish Legendary Warrior Of Water, or her manager I can't bloody remember." Beat leans in attentively at that, oddly focused on her last sentence.
"Ma'am.. y-you can't remember?" Pit, why do you still have hopes about Drunky?
"Urgh, I have the damned orders. I can't be bothered to re-read them. You freakin' happy?"
Is too late to just go back to your Lady embrace?
"Well who cares. I'm going to finish this up then hit the sack. So no more goddamned interruptions."
"G-got it." Pit get your back straight.
"Fucking fantastic. Anyway, the *Idol* has been receiving death-threats. We'll be there to help safeguard her until the concerts finish up. Calamarmon's using those singers to hype up some sort of auction, but that's not our business." So murder? Okay.
"... is that it?"
"Hah! Of fucking course not." The Host officer snorts. "That's just our cover, the entire thing just happens to line up with something else in Water Temple City. Our real mission has to do with Count's shitty servants. Some of them have shown up for some reason, one of which is apparently a fucking prospective lord himself now. We're going to corner them outside the city and delete most of them."
Perfect! Just something to make your day better.
"But there's a stupid last-minute change. We have to capture that vampire's oh so favorite minion. *Lekismon*. There's another standing order about her *brother* that crazy fucking BlackGrowlmon, but he's not there."
Luna was there? Well, you can greet your sister again.
Traveling through Locomon was nice, but you preferred more open spaces to train. Void Step was becoming easier and easier to implement and you believed that soon you would surpass the WereGarurumon, but the part of having many things to train made it hard to decide how was the best use of your time, be improving your spearmanship alongside this technique or just learn more spells.
You had already mastered most of the Light, Fire, and Wind spells in your collection, but were struggling with Ice as your lack of practice and learning to use Tsurara Punch and Snow Bomber, while Frozen Clinking and Clinking Hammer could be useful... your throat has been getting more used to breathe the white inferno of the Wyvern when you were highly emotional that would make it impossible to use in battle.
You ignored Thunder as the collection of Thunder spells of Sparks was more than enough to compensate.
It was interesting how fast you had managed to master the elemental techniques, every single one in a fraction of time comparable to other champions that you had managed to talk about High Programming.
But outside of training and beating Pit into the ground so he could become capable of improving.
Something odd you notice during the fourth day is that Sparks writes two sets of letters. One for Weddingmon of course and another directed to an address you don't recognize. While you don't know exactly who he's sending it to, you're confident in guessing that it's probably to Alt-City. That's the only area he's really spent time in and you've both already taken care of the response to Frigimon's latest pair of messages.
Imperius Angewomon visits you once per day, though only briefly to make sure you're "still alive". Otherwise, she's either training or indulging in her favorite pastime. There was a firebrand whisky that you had managed to get a whole bottle before she could consume it so all was good.
However, of all your friends and squadmates Beat is the most... off. He talks even less than normal in your sessions and several times you catch the insect digimon softly rubbing his scarf. Not that you can judge, after all in the past you've taken out your medallion and just looked at it for hours at a time in the past. By the end of the fifth day, Beat's managed to master the elusive art of *running* on thin air surpassing your aerial mobility with the technique.
You were more on the bouncing and using your Wind spells as an additional impulse but Beat use seemed to be a greater form of skill, so buckle down to try and match his feat... after checking on your wards and making sure that Scourge still was following the Locomon, had been eating his fill and by the Great Tree you had been pushing Warren into too many hard duties by allowing his brother train like this.
3.2K Part 33. Verge almost died, is bad at money, and began to spread his skill set.
Black To White 34
- Location
- Barquisimeto
Black to White 33.
You hate the ocean.
Water in your armor, water filled your helmet, and water was everywhere when you rise from the deep. Imperius Angewomon had directed your squad to a section of town *floating* over the water... where you make an unfortunate discovery. The wood flooring cannot in fact hold your weight. Something you reflect on whilst your head is covered in foul-tasting water.
Continuous use of Void Step was required to move as your spears were too heavy.
Most of your squad are understanding of this. Most.
"Hahaha! You freaking fell in *Hefty*! Hahahaha!-" Your wrathful urge to delete the officer is strong... but a smirking Sparks metes out justice by splashing water on the unsuspecting officer. Soaking her from helmet to boot and ending her laughter. The wommon turns with a growl and sizes the smaller mon by his collar. "Sonuvabitch! Alright *Handy* it's time to teach you a goddamn lesson about-"
Then she realized that you had one of your spears aimed at her.
"Snow Bomber." You declared war and a barrage of snowballs hit her.
Not strong enough to hurt her but her shouts of cold made this moment of sheer spite satisfactory enough to lift your mood.
"Ma'am!" Pit interrupts the Angewomon before she can drunk your friend in the drink. "There's something approaching!" Your superior reluctantly puts the wizard down and follows the Pidmon's raised hand. Off in the distance a galleon steadily draws nearer, its shiny brown hull and bountiful white sails getting larger every second.
"About fucking time. By the Dark-Zone I thought we'd be waiting for hours." She grumbles dropping the armor-mon... right into the hole your body had made. "Alright, get to the main dock, we'll be boarding that thing to get to the city." Pit pulls your scowling companion out of the water, then follows the rest of you out onto the *Dock*. To you it's basically a long *road* of cut wood floating on barrels.
As the *ship* gets closer you begin picking oddities. For one, it's moving far faster than simple wind power would allow to the point where its bow is noticeably rising up out of the water. Large waves steadily erupt out from its rear, completely overwhelming the smaller natural formations of water. Which means there must be another mechanism behind the enormous vessel's movement. You could steal the method to improve the propulsion aspect of some of your spells.
"Egh, fuck it. I might as well talk about Water Temple City while we wait." You lean in towards the archangel interested and nearly end up losing your balance for the trouble... fucking wood. "It's not on the coast here. The dumbass creators thought it would be a great idea to build it in the lake. There's something about it being a shipping hub, but that shit's boring. Just remember that it's ruled by a Legendary Warrior, Calamaramon. And she's been the ruler for like a hundred fucking years or something else obscene." Sparks whistles appreciatively at that, while Pit flinches in shock.
Then Drunky looked at you and made a 'I'm watching you' gesture, you rolled your eyes in response. It wasn't like you deleted and loaded Legendary Warriors for pleasure or enjoyment... you enjoyed it but was because battling in general is enjoyable. You can be discrete when you deleted her for the taste of the Water element.
"A-a hundred years?! Lord in Heaven!"
"Yeah, long time *Muscles* and she's not nice. *The Water Witch* has a brutal reputation even among City-Rulers so don't mess with anything while we're there." Spark's mirror-like eyes flare to life with mischief at the order, but you glare at him.
"Sparks..." You reminded the idiot comrade of yours.
"Heh, don't worry bout a thing." Translation: He is going to do something stupid.
Several minutes later the galleon starts to slow down, gradually losing speed until it finally stops at the dock. At this distance you can see a worn name on the vessel's front, which you take to be ship's designation. Riptide was a good name.
Moments later a humanoid figure leaps down from the side and crashes down on the dock, his coat flapping in the faint wind.
You eye the Ultimate warily, struggling to get a read on his strength. To your senses he doesn't feel like some sort of monster but... there's a hint of danger nonetheless. If the smirking mon is bothered by your look he doesn't say anything, instead he kneels on one leg, and takes the hand of Imperius Angewomon in his own. Before the angel can react, he brings his head closer and... kisses it.
You give up, this was another Sparks and you aren't going to deal with this.
Ignoring their exchanges and Drunky selling herself for alcohol, you entered the vessel and immediately hated it. CaptainHookmon has a strict policy of "No Training" aboard his vessel, meaning you can't even practice kata during the trip. In fact you're more or less forced to lay down on the deck's center and stay still while the ship travels, he couldn't feel Wind Blessing constantly pressuring your body so fuck him and his rules while you read your books.
All you can do is study magic, meditate and talk. But you didn't have the desire to communicate with others, the most interesting thing was when the frogs attacked and sadly you could join the staff for the battle.
On the third morning CaptainHookmon's ship finally spots Water Temple City, which means your boring journey will finally come to an end.
It's... smaller than you'd imagined. Probably only a tenth the width and breadth of Alt-City and none of the buildings are even above the ten story mark. But CaptainHookmon points out that this is only the top layer. In fact, according to him, the city extends down to the lake's very bottom which is over a thousand meters deep. You can't fathom how that's possible. The logistics of moving enough stone there much less building it up so high would be... well impossible. At least going by how you understand moving objects anyway.
However even if what's directly visible happens to be small, it's still quite interesting to look at. The *Stone* is all a uniform shade of light blue interwoven with spirals of white. The arches holding buildings out of water and long, smooth *streets* spaced between water ways look purposefully designed to be *pretty*. Once again you're reminded that normal mon couldn't build this, in fact you're pretty sure that sorcery had to be involved somehow.
Secrets that maybe you could steal.
The most striking aspect of the entrances however are the statues. Massive stone countenances of a... well at first you thought it was just some sort of upside-down Gesomon, but there's the upper body of a crown-wearing wommon protruding from where the mon's bottom section would normally be. Calamaramon, your mind recognizes. You count eighty-five of them from just one glance.
The prey that you were searching for but may need to Jogress with Sparks to hunt.
Your ship enters directly into the city through one of the many canals, stopping next to a wide, flat section of stone next to a warehouse. A number of aquatically inclined rookies and champions begin waving, ready to start unloading the Rip-Tide's cargo once its boarding ramps descend.
There was something extra that Drunky discussed with the captain... and you made sure of getting as far away as possible to know nothing about it... that wasn't the worst that Drunky did and your secondhand embarrassment of being in the same city as her made you hate even ore the ocean.
...You think that your presence could be considered a war crime as many, too many, digimon asked if you came to kill Calmaramon and were watching with too much attention. Something that made you get tenser.
Sparks actively moves up to investigate one of the downed statues, whistling as he gazes down at the *wommon* half strewn across the ground.
"Hrm... ya know, I could find out what *Calamaramon* is auctioning. Might be somethin' worth buyin'"
"... how?" Beat don't ask him
"Why, hehe, with mine natural charm and superb flattery."
"That's a horrible fucking idea." Drunky was encouraging him
"Tch, bet I can." Sucker bet.
"Sparks." You half-growl, leading to the armor-mon smirking. "Do it, but keep me close because of *that*" You expected him to fail.
You reminded him if he fucks up, then both will jogress.
"Worry not mine friend. I shalt put thine advice into good consideration." He will try either way but at least you get another element in the process.
Pit was going to get a reminder that your siblings are part of Gloaming later.
But you were too distracted by the security of the city, the MarineDevimon looked strong enough to be worth of load.
After an hour of gloomy walking, you finally arrive at the hotel, a wide and *tall* light blue building rising a full ten stories out of the water. And is thus, one of the tallest around. As you get near the main entrance, a pair of faint whispers reach your ears.
Before you can so much as blink, the large wooden double-doors are shoved open as a Knightmon bulls his way through the portal. Your core pulses with rage... then confusion as you look the ultimate over. His tabard, sheathes and eyes... they're all pink. And... there's a small wommon laying down on her left shoulder with both eyes closes as if she's unconscious.
...You recognized that sheer condensed stupidity.
"Ha ha ha! Despair citizens for I have kidnapped the beautiful and supreme guardian of the net ocean! Drop the-the..." She pauses as if struggling to remember something, then takes one step back to look towards the door. "Sir Dracm, my line."
"What kind of mon did I prank to deserve this?" The masculine voice from before grumbles in exasperation.
"Yes, that must be it. Thanks sir Drac. Drop the, what kind of mon did I prank to deserve this!"
"No, no, no! That wasn't it you... you stupid-heads!" The *kidnapped* mon shouts, smacking the Knight's head. "Ow! Darnit Fonce! Now look what you've done!"
"... sorry Lady Drop." Ah, another mon like you.
"Don't be sorry! Go, go fight one of them!"
"I... the fuck is..." Imperius Angewomon can't finish her sentence. She pulls out a flask and desperately tips it over her open mouth.
Warren looked at you for answers, you just signaled him that it was like a moment of that Lady Ardat being Lady Ardat. Sparks is rolling on the ground for some reason, making some very... odd sounds. Almost like stifled laughter. Beat is... sitting down and has his hand pressed up again his face again.
*Crack*
... hard enough to damage his chitin apparently.
"Friends! Is... this a kidnapping?" Pit asked.
"Yes." You lied, rearing up and taking a step towards the pair of mon. You needed to hurt someone after being so. "Please, allow me to take this battle."
Scourge turned into an axe but you just denied it. You wanted this one to last.
"Very well my stalwart comrade! Go out and defeat this foe!"
"It is for naught brave warrior! Only a-oh got it. Only a true and brave insect digimon can bring me to defeat!" Oh? Well lets see if she can take you.
"We shall see." You took your spears, as the Ranamon goes limp again.
You moved, the stone broke, and your feet hit three platforms as you bounced a few times to gather the momentum for sweeps down, aiming directly for the knight's helm with a crushing impact. Only for it to be effortlessly parried up and away. Her return sweep is less than half the speed, almost lazy in its movements, but even that blows through your guard and slices into your armor of wind sending you beyond her.
What?
You touched the part that was hit, that movement was perfectly done, there wasn't a single waste in her movements.
"By the Great Tree! I'm so sorry about that Gryzmon! Tha-that was just supposed to graze!" You turned back to her and showing her your body. "You weren't injured." She was surprised after seeing you without injuries.
You needed to test this.
"Snow Bomber." A difference of Drunky, you didn't hold back this time, Wind empowered the technique and the impact force grew.
Ten, twenty... forty-three different projectiles were shot from your spear. Variations were made, different speeds, snowballs hidden behind others and if your supposition was correct then it wasn't going enough to hurt her.
And so you watched her as her sword sweeps through the barrage, no waste again and you could observe her battle sense at its best expression as she deals in the most efficient way possible with subtle moves matching control over her body.
You smiled.
She shared it.
Both feel something, recognition paired with acknowledgment. Both of you feel the same desire. Beyond the feeling that maybe you shouldn't be fighting her there was fond exasperation as there wasn't a possibility of stopping now!
I want to defeat this digimon!
Numbers and arrays former in your mind as you moved and leap to the battle, your spears clashed with her blade your weight and strength matched and surpassed but that didn't matter.
"Zwei Sieger." The ball of light exploded and blinded your opponent.
Your assault continued as soon as you made another platform, and to your happiness, she parries all of them and avoids what she could, all while also countering with her own, even temporally blinded she was attempting to strike you down!
You began to chant a spell.
"Magic from a warrior? Interesting. Then come! Show me your might." The Knightmon's words were filled with mirth as her eyes healed.
Heat Haze.
Many others of you formed by the effect of a mirage, illusions different proportions and shapes of your body like the spell that you used so long against Wolfmon.
"You made them wrong." She laughed amused as she stuck one feeling of resistance in her blade. "What?" As the body dissipated.
A moment of distraction that should be meaningless but she was stuck in the chest by your normal self, without the opportunity to dig her heels in, your foe is sent sliding back across the aquamarine-shaded street. In a flash of motion, she flips her berserk blade and drives it into the street, throwing chips of stone into the air and jerking her to a sudden stop. The opponent's eyes narrow in sudden focus, before her head bobs down in a slight nod.
A mark formed in the armor.
"A heavy blow Gladimon. Well struck." Heh, it looks like she knows the truth.
Her body straightens back up, casually ripping the enormous sword free and taking up her stance again. Turning to present you with her right shoulder and swept her blade out in a tightly controlled twirl.
"I'm Verge, my fellow Knight." You presented yourself with your heavy crimson weapons spinning between your fingers.
"Oh, then you may call me Fonte."
Both laughed a little, but the multiple Gladimon were already in movement as you moved through the copies, in return the enemy moves forward to meet you, shuffling forward lightly on her armored boots and transitioning into a simple thrust.
It's a simple stab, impeccable in its execution and nearly blinding in its speed. That pierced the normal mirage and three more in a single motion.
"You didn't change the sound." Fonte told you the 'weakness' of your spell.
"I did." And 'you' dissipated leaving a crimson spear stuck in the ground.
Lighting bolts fell in her place, dozens of them coming from different directions as her blade blurred and different cuts came beyond the length impacting every single of the bolts.
"Amazing." You whispered mystified by her skill.
And you feel that Fonte was feeling the same.
The mirage was sacrificed to recover your spear but it wouldn't work again.
Both knights understood the other and the more they fought, that understanding grew the paths couldn't be more different.
A Knight whose martial skill keeps improving for the sake of reaching the peak, the martial skill that surpassed any other. Searched to improve more and more until creating a new learning curve.
While the other was a warrior covered in different spells, walking through paths and changing from one moment to another. Savage and uncontrollable rampage paired with the wisdom of a great strategist.
A single tool refined to the maximum against an ever-expanding toolbox.
Both were good, both were amazing in their own way.
And both wanted to show their path was the best.
Hasten Body Burst, Muscle Charge, Burning Knuckle!
Parried and attempted to cut you down, avoided as the ground cracked in the impact, blocked by her bastard sword used as a shield.
"I see you've found a match." The *pink* Knightmon muses happily, slowly walking back to the center. "But I wonder, are you truly strong? Or will you fold under pressure like so many other weaklings?" You narrow the eyes at the speaker, slightly offended at the very question. But that's pushed aside as you truly examine the Ultimate.
She's smaller than the other Knightmon you've seen. Barely breaking ten feet, her weapons are accordingly sized, however that has only served to make the wommon faster and your shaking arms even boosted by spells are a testament to the fact that this enemy doesn't lack power in the least.
She wasn't holding back.
Fonte's arm simply blurs left, then right, sticking to any opening made in your area unprotected and forcing you to constantly move your spears to change from defense to speed, to improvise just to keep up with her!bbut she twists her wrists and thrusts through the small gap between the spears, stabbing you in the shoulder before you could kick her away.
You feel so alive!
The enemy's swordplay is in a word exquisite. Aggressive speed paired with a near-flawless technique that renders both attack and defense near worthless.
Beyond any other opponent, this one was truly the most skilled!
Your core beats! Passion comes to live and the Wyvern's moves.
Instinct awakened parries the next strike and drops the weapon to grab the face of Fonte driving her body into the street with pure raw power, white flames came out your mouth as you observed her pink eyes and body. Petite for her species but not lacking the soul of steel that was worthy of her station.
Approval was earned from the Wyvern.
"Do you think that they are going to make out?"
The moment ended, the Wyvern returned to its sleep.
Fuck.
Jumping back to your abandoned weapon managed to avoid a slash from Fonte.
You moved your finger and gestured at her to prepare for your next trick, giving time to her for recovering from this... insult to both.
Fonte looked pleased.
"Dumb, dumb, dumby! All you've been doing is fighting with this evil guy! What about the plan huh? You're ruining it!"
Excuse me? Who called you? This duel is a duet, not a trio.
"Your plan?" The Knightmon asks, completely stumped by the question. Fonce raises a hand up to rub at the bottom of her helmet, clearly thinking hard on the subject. A second passes, two three. A full five seconds later, the Knight snaps her fingers and nods. "Yes my lady your plan! I'm kidnapping you so your friend can-"
"Sssssh! Ix nay on the plan says idiot! Just hurry up and kick this tin can's butt!"
"B-but guardian! We're having a true battle of grit and honor! A proper duel for the sake of my sworn liege… liegess? He's even using some sort of spell to try and snatch victory from the jaws of defeat! I can't just interrupt him… it… it would be improper!" The much smaller digimon leans forward and punches at your opponent's armored head… with expected results.
*Whump*
"Ow…*sniff*"
"Don't cry lady Drop!" The *kidnapper* carefully sets down her sniveling *target* and carefully begin to check on the Legendary Warrior's bruised knuckles.
Just... delete this moment from your memories Verge, you are still a battle and fighting.
"Hehehehehe, still a crybaby. Ya sure know how to pick'em prick." Silence imaginary Sparks, you are still dueling.
"Hnph. Quiet glassjaw. Don't make me shatter you." You too imaginary Beat, nothing is real you just have damage in your head.
"Oh, ya wanna throw down? Friggen' bring it! Don't think I'm scared of ya just because-"
*Thwack*
Shaking your head to clear away the distractions, you focus on the matter at hand. All of their yammering has granted you the time needed to finish the last ones and zeros of *Plasma* Weapon Shroud.
An inferno of roaring purple flame flares to life around each of your Spears. Shimmering air sizzles around the tips, burning under the intense, furious heat. This wild, dark fire isn't what you expected, but it'll work just as well. There was just a single technique that you knew would be capable of changing this situation around as Fonte managed to predict.
"See guardian! He's done already... you. Just added fire to your weapons?" The wommon murmurs, actually slumping down in disappointment. You smiled, she just didn't understand the blessing that your Lady has given to you and leaned on your desire to land a single hit and wrangle that energy into fueling your body.
Treason Vortex.
Just a recreation, inspired by the technique of your future form. Just a falsification made of the other that you acquired from Repulsa's data, a storm formed around your body igniting in the purple flames as you aimed your spear at your enemy as you feel your reserves being drained into nothingness to feed this combo.
And you still continued chanting through this preparation.
Divinely Wreathed Thrust.
A single instant, a mere second as the stone melted in your feet was enough as your spear reached the blade of Fonte before she could think to avoid it.
"Crossfire!" Detonates in a jet of whirling lavender, bursting past Fonte's berserk blade and hungrily devouring your opponent shrill scream pierces out from the Knightmon's lips, as you roared. The flow of the infernal vortex continues forcing you both into place by the sheer pressure of the wind.
One spear was in place keeping the bastard sword in place and the other one was lifting it didn't matter how much weight and pressure was against you, the right arm moved, you just needed a second! Just a single instant more to win!
Your arm burned, even with your resistance and affinity to the Fire holding this was beyond
The victory is mine.
"Gilgamesh Slicer." You declared as the vortex condensed in a single slash.
The explosion came without sound but just pure heat and explosive force unleashed in a point and beyond a flame, beyond an inferno, it was just pure power that your weight could counter and ended up sending you far from the point of impact a side of you was broken but you managed to insert your spears into the ground tearing the blocks of stone in an attempt to stop the movement but was too much and you feel like tears formed up as you forced the inertia to stop.
"Fantastic." Your opponent declared as her injured form rises.
A moment of shock proved to be fatal as your bleeding of momentum wasn't focussed enough as your body was sent into the water. This type of end made you feel amused, not a glorious victory or being defeated just a battlefield that couldn't handle this battle to continue.
"It truly was fantastic Dame Fonte!" You shouted back before your body touched the water.
The next time will be different. Next time both will fight until having your fill.
And she is going to pay the reparations this time.
4K. Part 34. Code Crown is a massive cheat and equalizer, Fonte is more skilled but she enjoyed this a lot more.
You hate the ocean.
Water in your armor, water filled your helmet, and water was everywhere when you rise from the deep. Imperius Angewomon had directed your squad to a section of town *floating* over the water... where you make an unfortunate discovery. The wood flooring cannot in fact hold your weight. Something you reflect on whilst your head is covered in foul-tasting water.
Continuous use of Void Step was required to move as your spears were too heavy.
Most of your squad are understanding of this. Most.
"Hahaha! You freaking fell in *Hefty*! Hahahaha!-" Your wrathful urge to delete the officer is strong... but a smirking Sparks metes out justice by splashing water on the unsuspecting officer. Soaking her from helmet to boot and ending her laughter. The wommon turns with a growl and sizes the smaller mon by his collar. "Sonuvabitch! Alright *Handy* it's time to teach you a goddamn lesson about-"
Then she realized that you had one of your spears aimed at her.
"Snow Bomber." You declared war and a barrage of snowballs hit her.
Not strong enough to hurt her but her shouts of cold made this moment of sheer spite satisfactory enough to lift your mood.
"Ma'am!" Pit interrupts the Angewomon before she can drunk your friend in the drink. "There's something approaching!" Your superior reluctantly puts the wizard down and follows the Pidmon's raised hand. Off in the distance a galleon steadily draws nearer, its shiny brown hull and bountiful white sails getting larger every second.
"About fucking time. By the Dark-Zone I thought we'd be waiting for hours." She grumbles dropping the armor-mon... right into the hole your body had made. "Alright, get to the main dock, we'll be boarding that thing to get to the city." Pit pulls your scowling companion out of the water, then follows the rest of you out onto the *Dock*. To you it's basically a long *road* of cut wood floating on barrels.
As the *ship* gets closer you begin picking oddities. For one, it's moving far faster than simple wind power would allow to the point where its bow is noticeably rising up out of the water. Large waves steadily erupt out from its rear, completely overwhelming the smaller natural formations of water. Which means there must be another mechanism behind the enormous vessel's movement. You could steal the method to improve the propulsion aspect of some of your spells.
"Egh, fuck it. I might as well talk about Water Temple City while we wait." You lean in towards the archangel interested and nearly end up losing your balance for the trouble... fucking wood. "It's not on the coast here. The dumbass creators thought it would be a great idea to build it in the lake. There's something about it being a shipping hub, but that shit's boring. Just remember that it's ruled by a Legendary Warrior, Calamaramon. And she's been the ruler for like a hundred fucking years or something else obscene." Sparks whistles appreciatively at that, while Pit flinches in shock.
Then Drunky looked at you and made a 'I'm watching you' gesture, you rolled your eyes in response. It wasn't like you deleted and loaded Legendary Warriors for pleasure or enjoyment... you enjoyed it but was because battling in general is enjoyable. You can be discrete when you deleted her for the taste of the Water element.
"A-a hundred years?! Lord in Heaven!"
"Yeah, long time *Muscles* and she's not nice. *The Water Witch* has a brutal reputation even among City-Rulers so don't mess with anything while we're there." Spark's mirror-like eyes flare to life with mischief at the order, but you glare at him.
"Sparks..." You reminded the idiot comrade of yours.
"Heh, don't worry bout a thing." Translation: He is going to do something stupid.
Several minutes later the galleon starts to slow down, gradually losing speed until it finally stops at the dock. At this distance you can see a worn name on the vessel's front, which you take to be ship's designation. Riptide was a good name.
Moments later a humanoid figure leaps down from the side and crashes down on the dock, his coat flapping in the faint wind.
You eye the Ultimate warily, struggling to get a read on his strength. To your senses he doesn't feel like some sort of monster but... there's a hint of danger nonetheless. If the smirking mon is bothered by your look he doesn't say anything, instead he kneels on one leg, and takes the hand of Imperius Angewomon in his own. Before the angel can react, he brings his head closer and... kisses it.
You give up, this was another Sparks and you aren't going to deal with this.
Ignoring their exchanges and Drunky selling herself for alcohol, you entered the vessel and immediately hated it. CaptainHookmon has a strict policy of "No Training" aboard his vessel, meaning you can't even practice kata during the trip. In fact you're more or less forced to lay down on the deck's center and stay still while the ship travels, he couldn't feel Wind Blessing constantly pressuring your body so fuck him and his rules while you read your books.
All you can do is study magic, meditate and talk. But you didn't have the desire to communicate with others, the most interesting thing was when the frogs attacked and sadly you could join the staff for the battle.
On the third morning CaptainHookmon's ship finally spots Water Temple City, which means your boring journey will finally come to an end.
It's... smaller than you'd imagined. Probably only a tenth the width and breadth of Alt-City and none of the buildings are even above the ten story mark. But CaptainHookmon points out that this is only the top layer. In fact, according to him, the city extends down to the lake's very bottom which is over a thousand meters deep. You can't fathom how that's possible. The logistics of moving enough stone there much less building it up so high would be... well impossible. At least going by how you understand moving objects anyway.
However even if what's directly visible happens to be small, it's still quite interesting to look at. The *Stone* is all a uniform shade of light blue interwoven with spirals of white. The arches holding buildings out of water and long, smooth *streets* spaced between water ways look purposefully designed to be *pretty*. Once again you're reminded that normal mon couldn't build this, in fact you're pretty sure that sorcery had to be involved somehow.
Secrets that maybe you could steal.
The most striking aspect of the entrances however are the statues. Massive stone countenances of a... well at first you thought it was just some sort of upside-down Gesomon, but there's the upper body of a crown-wearing wommon protruding from where the mon's bottom section would normally be. Calamaramon, your mind recognizes. You count eighty-five of them from just one glance.
The prey that you were searching for but may need to Jogress with Sparks to hunt.
Your ship enters directly into the city through one of the many canals, stopping next to a wide, flat section of stone next to a warehouse. A number of aquatically inclined rookies and champions begin waving, ready to start unloading the Rip-Tide's cargo once its boarding ramps descend.
There was something extra that Drunky discussed with the captain... and you made sure of getting as far away as possible to know nothing about it... that wasn't the worst that Drunky did and your secondhand embarrassment of being in the same city as her made you hate even ore the ocean.
...You think that your presence could be considered a war crime as many, too many, digimon asked if you came to kill Calmaramon and were watching with too much attention. Something that made you get tenser.
Sparks actively moves up to investigate one of the downed statues, whistling as he gazes down at the *wommon* half strewn across the ground.
"Hrm... ya know, I could find out what *Calamaramon* is auctioning. Might be somethin' worth buyin'"
"... how?" Beat don't ask him
"Why, hehe, with mine natural charm and superb flattery."
"That's a horrible fucking idea." Drunky was encouraging him
"Tch, bet I can." Sucker bet.
"Sparks." You half-growl, leading to the armor-mon smirking. "Do it, but keep me close because of *that*" You expected him to fail.
You reminded him if he fucks up, then both will jogress.
"Worry not mine friend. I shalt put thine advice into good consideration." He will try either way but at least you get another element in the process.
Pit was going to get a reminder that your siblings are part of Gloaming later.
But you were too distracted by the security of the city, the MarineDevimon looked strong enough to be worth of load.
After an hour of gloomy walking, you finally arrive at the hotel, a wide and *tall* light blue building rising a full ten stories out of the water. And is thus, one of the tallest around. As you get near the main entrance, a pair of faint whispers reach your ears.
Before you can so much as blink, the large wooden double-doors are shoved open as a Knightmon bulls his way through the portal. Your core pulses with rage... then confusion as you look the ultimate over. His tabard, sheathes and eyes... they're all pink. And... there's a small wommon laying down on her left shoulder with both eyes closes as if she's unconscious.
...You recognized that sheer condensed stupidity.
"Ha ha ha! Despair citizens for I have kidnapped the beautiful and supreme guardian of the net ocean! Drop the-the..." She pauses as if struggling to remember something, then takes one step back to look towards the door. "Sir Dracm, my line."
"What kind of mon did I prank to deserve this?" The masculine voice from before grumbles in exasperation.
"Yes, that must be it. Thanks sir Drac. Drop the, what kind of mon did I prank to deserve this!"
"No, no, no! That wasn't it you... you stupid-heads!" The *kidnapped* mon shouts, smacking the Knight's head. "Ow! Darnit Fonce! Now look what you've done!"
"... sorry Lady Drop." Ah, another mon like you.
"Don't be sorry! Go, go fight one of them!"
"I... the fuck is..." Imperius Angewomon can't finish her sentence. She pulls out a flask and desperately tips it over her open mouth.
Warren looked at you for answers, you just signaled him that it was like a moment of that Lady Ardat being Lady Ardat. Sparks is rolling on the ground for some reason, making some very... odd sounds. Almost like stifled laughter. Beat is... sitting down and has his hand pressed up again his face again.
*Crack*
... hard enough to damage his chitin apparently.
"Friends! Is... this a kidnapping?" Pit asked.
"Yes." You lied, rearing up and taking a step towards the pair of mon. You needed to hurt someone after being so. "Please, allow me to take this battle."
Scourge turned into an axe but you just denied it. You wanted this one to last.
"Very well my stalwart comrade! Go out and defeat this foe!"
"It is for naught brave warrior! Only a-oh got it. Only a true and brave insect digimon can bring me to defeat!" Oh? Well lets see if she can take you.
"We shall see." You took your spears, as the Ranamon goes limp again.
You moved, the stone broke, and your feet hit three platforms as you bounced a few times to gather the momentum for sweeps down, aiming directly for the knight's helm with a crushing impact. Only for it to be effortlessly parried up and away. Her return sweep is less than half the speed, almost lazy in its movements, but even that blows through your guard and slices into your armor of wind sending you beyond her.
What?
You touched the part that was hit, that movement was perfectly done, there wasn't a single waste in her movements.
"By the Great Tree! I'm so sorry about that Gryzmon! Tha-that was just supposed to graze!" You turned back to her and showing her your body. "You weren't injured." She was surprised after seeing you without injuries.
You needed to test this.
"Snow Bomber." A difference of Drunky, you didn't hold back this time, Wind empowered the technique and the impact force grew.
Ten, twenty... forty-three different projectiles were shot from your spear. Variations were made, different speeds, snowballs hidden behind others and if your supposition was correct then it wasn't going enough to hurt her.
And so you watched her as her sword sweeps through the barrage, no waste again and you could observe her battle sense at its best expression as she deals in the most efficient way possible with subtle moves matching control over her body.
You smiled.
She shared it.
Both feel something, recognition paired with acknowledgment. Both of you feel the same desire. Beyond the feeling that maybe you shouldn't be fighting her there was fond exasperation as there wasn't a possibility of stopping now!
I want to defeat this digimon!
Numbers and arrays former in your mind as you moved and leap to the battle, your spears clashed with her blade your weight and strength matched and surpassed but that didn't matter.
"Zwei Sieger." The ball of light exploded and blinded your opponent.
Your assault continued as soon as you made another platform, and to your happiness, she parries all of them and avoids what she could, all while also countering with her own, even temporally blinded she was attempting to strike you down!
You began to chant a spell.
"Magic from a warrior? Interesting. Then come! Show me your might." The Knightmon's words were filled with mirth as her eyes healed.
Heat Haze.
Many others of you formed by the effect of a mirage, illusions different proportions and shapes of your body like the spell that you used so long against Wolfmon.
"You made them wrong." She laughed amused as she stuck one feeling of resistance in her blade. "What?" As the body dissipated.
A moment of distraction that should be meaningless but she was stuck in the chest by your normal self, without the opportunity to dig her heels in, your foe is sent sliding back across the aquamarine-shaded street. In a flash of motion, she flips her berserk blade and drives it into the street, throwing chips of stone into the air and jerking her to a sudden stop. The opponent's eyes narrow in sudden focus, before her head bobs down in a slight nod.
A mark formed in the armor.
"A heavy blow Gladimon. Well struck." Heh, it looks like she knows the truth.
Her body straightens back up, casually ripping the enormous sword free and taking up her stance again. Turning to present you with her right shoulder and swept her blade out in a tightly controlled twirl.
"I'm Verge, my fellow Knight." You presented yourself with your heavy crimson weapons spinning between your fingers.
"Oh, then you may call me Fonte."
Both laughed a little, but the multiple Gladimon were already in movement as you moved through the copies, in return the enemy moves forward to meet you, shuffling forward lightly on her armored boots and transitioning into a simple thrust.
It's a simple stab, impeccable in its execution and nearly blinding in its speed. That pierced the normal mirage and three more in a single motion.
"You didn't change the sound." Fonte told you the 'weakness' of your spell.
"I did." And 'you' dissipated leaving a crimson spear stuck in the ground.
"Greater Sparkling Thunder."
Lighting bolts fell in her place, dozens of them coming from different directions as her blade blurred and different cuts came beyond the length impacting every single of the bolts.
"Amazing." You whispered mystified by her skill.
And you feel that Fonte was feeling the same.
The mirage was sacrificed to recover your spear but it wouldn't work again.
Both knights understood the other and the more they fought, that understanding grew the paths couldn't be more different.
A Knight whose martial skill keeps improving for the sake of reaching the peak, the martial skill that surpassed any other. Searched to improve more and more until creating a new learning curve.
While the other was a warrior covered in different spells, walking through paths and changing from one moment to another. Savage and uncontrollable rampage paired with the wisdom of a great strategist.
A single tool refined to the maximum against an ever-expanding toolbox.
Both were good, both were amazing in their own way.
And both wanted to show their path was the best.
Hasten Body Burst, Muscle Charge, Burning Knuckle!
Parried and attempted to cut you down, avoided as the ground cracked in the impact, blocked by her bastard sword used as a shield.
"I see you've found a match." The *pink* Knightmon muses happily, slowly walking back to the center. "But I wonder, are you truly strong? Or will you fold under pressure like so many other weaklings?" You narrow the eyes at the speaker, slightly offended at the very question. But that's pushed aside as you truly examine the Ultimate.
She's smaller than the other Knightmon you've seen. Barely breaking ten feet, her weapons are accordingly sized, however that has only served to make the wommon faster and your shaking arms even boosted by spells are a testament to the fact that this enemy doesn't lack power in the least.
She wasn't holding back.
Fonte's arm simply blurs left, then right, sticking to any opening made in your area unprotected and forcing you to constantly move your spears to change from defense to speed, to improvise just to keep up with her!bbut she twists her wrists and thrusts through the small gap between the spears, stabbing you in the shoulder before you could kick her away.
You feel so alive!
The enemy's swordplay is in a word exquisite. Aggressive speed paired with a near-flawless technique that renders both attack and defense near worthless.
Beyond any other opponent, this one was truly the most skilled!
Your core beats! Passion comes to live and the Wyvern's moves.
Instinct awakened parries the next strike and drops the weapon to grab the face of Fonte driving her body into the street with pure raw power, white flames came out your mouth as you observed her pink eyes and body. Petite for her species but not lacking the soul of steel that was worthy of her station.
Approval was earned from the Wyvern.
"Do you think that they are going to make out?"
The moment ended, the Wyvern returned to its sleep.
Fuck.
Jumping back to your abandoned weapon managed to avoid a slash from Fonte.
You moved your finger and gestured at her to prepare for your next trick, giving time to her for recovering from this... insult to both.
Fonte looked pleased.
"Dumb, dumb, dumby! All you've been doing is fighting with this evil guy! What about the plan huh? You're ruining it!"
Excuse me? Who called you? This duel is a duet, not a trio.
"Your plan?" The Knightmon asks, completely stumped by the question. Fonce raises a hand up to rub at the bottom of her helmet, clearly thinking hard on the subject. A second passes, two three. A full five seconds later, the Knight snaps her fingers and nods. "Yes my lady your plan! I'm kidnapping you so your friend can-"
"Sssssh! Ix nay on the plan says idiot! Just hurry up and kick this tin can's butt!"
"B-but guardian! We're having a true battle of grit and honor! A proper duel for the sake of my sworn liege… liegess? He's even using some sort of spell to try and snatch victory from the jaws of defeat! I can't just interrupt him… it… it would be improper!" The much smaller digimon leans forward and punches at your opponent's armored head… with expected results.
*Whump*
"Ow…*sniff*"
"Don't cry lady Drop!" The *kidnapper* carefully sets down her sniveling *target* and carefully begin to check on the Legendary Warrior's bruised knuckles.
Just... delete this moment from your memories Verge, you are still a battle and fighting.
"Hehehehehe, still a crybaby. Ya sure know how to pick'em prick." Silence imaginary Sparks, you are still dueling.
"Hnph. Quiet glassjaw. Don't make me shatter you." You too imaginary Beat, nothing is real you just have damage in your head.
"Oh, ya wanna throw down? Friggen' bring it! Don't think I'm scared of ya just because-"
*Thwack*
Shaking your head to clear away the distractions, you focus on the matter at hand. All of their yammering has granted you the time needed to finish the last ones and zeros of *Plasma* Weapon Shroud.
An inferno of roaring purple flame flares to life around each of your Spears. Shimmering air sizzles around the tips, burning under the intense, furious heat. This wild, dark fire isn't what you expected, but it'll work just as well. There was just a single technique that you knew would be capable of changing this situation around as Fonte managed to predict.
"See guardian! He's done already... you. Just added fire to your weapons?" The wommon murmurs, actually slumping down in disappointment. You smiled, she just didn't understand the blessing that your Lady has given to you and leaned on your desire to land a single hit and wrangle that energy into fueling your body.
Treason Vortex.
Just a recreation, inspired by the technique of your future form. Just a falsification made of the other that you acquired from Repulsa's data, a storm formed around your body igniting in the purple flames as you aimed your spear at your enemy as you feel your reserves being drained into nothingness to feed this combo.
And you still continued chanting through this preparation.
Divinely Wreathed Thrust.
A single instant, a mere second as the stone melted in your feet was enough as your spear reached the blade of Fonte before she could think to avoid it.
"Crossfire!" Detonates in a jet of whirling lavender, bursting past Fonte's berserk blade and hungrily devouring your opponent shrill scream pierces out from the Knightmon's lips, as you roared. The flow of the infernal vortex continues forcing you both into place by the sheer pressure of the wind.
One spear was in place keeping the bastard sword in place and the other one was lifting it didn't matter how much weight and pressure was against you, the right arm moved, you just needed a second! Just a single instant more to win!
Your arm burned, even with your resistance and affinity to the Fire holding this was beyond
The victory is mine.
"Gilgamesh Slicer." You declared as the vortex condensed in a single slash.
The explosion came without sound but just pure heat and explosive force unleashed in a point and beyond a flame, beyond an inferno, it was just pure power that your weight could counter and ended up sending you far from the point of impact a side of you was broken but you managed to insert your spears into the ground tearing the blocks of stone in an attempt to stop the movement but was too much and you feel like tears formed up as you forced the inertia to stop.
"Fantastic." Your opponent declared as her injured form rises.
A moment of shock proved to be fatal as your bleeding of momentum wasn't focussed enough as your body was sent into the water. This type of end made you feel amused, not a glorious victory or being defeated just a battlefield that couldn't handle this battle to continue.
"It truly was fantastic Dame Fonte!" You shouted back before your body touched the water.
The next time will be different. Next time both will fight until having your fill.
And she is going to pay the reparations this time.
4K. Part 34. Code Crown is a massive cheat and equalizer, Fonte is more skilled but she enjoyed this a lot more.
Last edited:
3-4th Of Steel: *Hunting Training* & Expressing Disappointment
drexal15
Proud GM
Your hunting training starts in a surprisingly simple manner. Mainly consisting of chasing BlackGalgomon and his team of Ultimates around the nearby Flux Mountain area. There's not enough time to build you from the ground up as a *true* Bulwark hunter, but then again, that isn't necessary. Not in your case at least.
After all, you've already gone through the experience of several Bulwark hunts and more importantly, were part of Bulwark's Flux Mountain's expedition. Raw experience in this case is more important than formal training given your power, instincts and potent natural senses. And given the fact that you managed to reach Flux Volcano after said expedition party was broken, you've already proven your mettle in navigating the region.
Moreover, tracking this particular Mega is a… special case. Finding tracks and traces of SaberLeomon's presence while useful, won't be won't be utterly crucial. Not when you possess a tracking talisman made from a piece of the beast's mane.
No obstacle the shifting terrain and various flux fields present will be able to stop you.
On the third day however… your training takes a sudden shift.
=
BlackGalgomon's not far, that crevice down-
"Volcanic!" You whirl while mid-air towards the sudden influx of spirit, Qi reflexively flooding your body as a black blur tears through the air. A hand sweeps out, moving to block the sudden attack- "Driver!
-just a fraction too late.
PileVolcamon's tackle slips under the hasty guard and slams into your side, driving spikes through your undersuit and piercing into flesh. The tremendous impact forcibly folds your body around the smaller Mega's shoulder, as ripples of painful force radiate out from the impact zone.
A few months ago, such a blow would've knocked you into a stupor, and mayhaps even defeated you outright. Now however…
Mantra Chant has softened the blow into a *mere* painful injury.
After waiting a moment for the kinetic energy to fling your body back, you seize the air with a hand and pieroute around into a counterpunch. Thick metal knuckles slam into your Kuma Tsume, sending shockwaves of forces radiating through the mountainscape.
PileVolcamon's strike, carrying the force of a Mega, is completely stalemated.
"Hmph, I see you've gotten stronger." The Cyborg grunts approvingly, before activating his drivers a second time. Their power forcibly flings your arm back, opening up a path for him to dart in. A sharp right cross flashes towards your nose.
Your own right hand catches it mid-arc, redirecting the blow aside harmlessly.
His brow-mounted spike rocks forward in a sudden headbutt, and is met without restraint by your forehead protector. Another clash of metal on metal rings out, and this time PileVolcamon isn't stalemated.
The Mega-level digimon is forced back.
You raise both hand ready to continue the exchange, but pause as the eccentric digimon crosses his arms, then gives a curt nod of approval.
"I've fended off the Ambush." You breathe, realizing the intention behind his sudden attack.
This was meant to reflect SaberLeomon's prime tactic…
"Continue your exercises." PileVolcamon grunts, his scarf billowing despite the lack of wind. "Our paths will cross again."
You watch him dash away, and can't help but grin.
After all this time… you can finally see his movements with real clarity. The gap between PileVolcamon, a Mega (albeit a *weak* one) and yourself is no longer a vast gap.
You can fight him on equal grounds now. And what's more…
I will defeat him before the week comes to a close. That I promise.
===
You take a seat across from Ardat, and take a short sip of the tea she'd brewed for the meeting. Sweet, flavourful and wonderfully brewed. Mayhaps even the best bowl you'd had barring the Gloaming's cafe.
The LadyDevimon before you sips her own beverage gracefully, to most it would seem as if nothing is wrong. However her aura is… fidgeting, and flickering. Nervousness tinged with something else that's hard to quantify.
A part of you wants to ignore it, however as the witch's friend… it would be remiss of you to do so.
"Is… something wrong?" The hat-wearing demon jolts slightly at your sudden question, but quickly recovers her poise before clearing her throat with a short cough. "I admit to being curious my knight. That harlo-the swordsmon whom appeared with you. Her identity is a mystery to me. As is her… relationship with you." The hint of a frown appears on one corner of her lip, but Ardat refrains from making any accusations.
"Grademon." You answer back, mouth twisting into a slight grimace. "A would-be opponent, but… disappointing." The comment makes your la-friend raise a brow of her mask in curiosity.
"Oh? We remember that you quite enjoyed fighting her during the battle Royale." A little giggle creeps out, breaking the womon's mask. "And that you kicked her butt! As expected of my awesomely potent companion."
Normally that would be enough to make you chuckle or at least let out a snort of amusement. However… your emotions on the subject are too dour for that.
"I once believed us to be… kindred spirits at the core." You admit with a sigh. "We both sought mastery over our chosen fields. She was, and still is inspiring to behold in battle. A true artist of the blade, dedicated to its perfection..." Hers was the mastery of skill and movement that you sought to achieve in the Maul Style.
If that alone was the sum of her being, then she'd be worthy of your utmost praise. Yet you'd glimpsed beyond the surface of her armor and… found that the Warrior wielding that skill is deeply flawed.
"Something happened after her match with that angel." Ardat hums contemplatively, the little tinge of envy fading away into understanding. "Something my knight, that you didn't find endearing… Aha! It wasn't her defeat, but how she handled it. Am I right?"
"Aye. Mayhaps the fault was mine. I thought her the same as my rival, that she was noble, honorable, and strong-willed." You'd assumed Grademon's mind and morals had been tempered like her skill in the blade.
And you'd been incorrect. Completely and utterly wrong.
"She gave up." You grunt, staring down at your reflection in the bowl of dark tea. "And she came here because of greed." She wasn't like Wolfmon at all. "I much prefer your company over hers."
Water drips onto the table as the LadyDevimon chokes on her tea. A few seconds of coughing later, she sets the cup down and stares at you through blurry eyes.
"Wha-what did you just say?"
Did the accident cause her not to hear my words?
"I much prefer your company over hers." You repeat before nodding. "I like you more." Ardat's aura surges suddenly, flaring in a sort of… panicked happiness?
"Can… can you say that last part again?" She asks, voice aquiver with… something that isn't quite fear.
Strange, but no matter.
"I like you more."
Bits of red creep down under the corners of her garnet colored mask.
"Really! We-I-*ahem*. And why exactly would that be my knight?" She questions, unable to hold back the tide of giddiness.
Hrm… manipulation from corruption aside…
"You pulled yourself back from the brink of insanity after dark digivolving and Scratch's death."
"Instead of wallowing in despair from imprisonment, you used it to study and grow."
"Rather than wallowing in the sin of desire, you struggled against your own nature and brought the power to heel."
"When Leopardmon showed you the reality of being an administrator, you stayed strong and worked hard to learn the skill necessary to handle it."
"Moreover-"
"We-I get it!" The LadyDevimon yelps, hastily pulling her witch hat down to cover her steaming face. "You-you don't need to continue!"
Huh… I thought she'd be happy about the compliments… no matter.
===AN: Not sure why but I was able to write with plenty of haste tonight. Was going to see about doing the trinary bit too, but that's a pretty long scene and I have to sleep fairly soon.
After all, you've already gone through the experience of several Bulwark hunts and more importantly, were part of Bulwark's Flux Mountain's expedition. Raw experience in this case is more important than formal training given your power, instincts and potent natural senses. And given the fact that you managed to reach Flux Volcano after said expedition party was broken, you've already proven your mettle in navigating the region.
Moreover, tracking this particular Mega is a… special case. Finding tracks and traces of SaberLeomon's presence while useful, won't be won't be utterly crucial. Not when you possess a tracking talisman made from a piece of the beast's mane.
No obstacle the shifting terrain and various flux fields present will be able to stop you.
On the third day however… your training takes a sudden shift.
=
BlackGalgomon's not far, that crevice down-
"Volcanic!" You whirl while mid-air towards the sudden influx of spirit, Qi reflexively flooding your body as a black blur tears through the air. A hand sweeps out, moving to block the sudden attack- "Driver!
-just a fraction too late.
PileVolcamon's tackle slips under the hasty guard and slams into your side, driving spikes through your undersuit and piercing into flesh. The tremendous impact forcibly folds your body around the smaller Mega's shoulder, as ripples of painful force radiate out from the impact zone.
A few months ago, such a blow would've knocked you into a stupor, and mayhaps even defeated you outright. Now however…
Mantra Chant has softened the blow into a *mere* painful injury.
After waiting a moment for the kinetic energy to fling your body back, you seize the air with a hand and pieroute around into a counterpunch. Thick metal knuckles slam into your Kuma Tsume, sending shockwaves of forces radiating through the mountainscape.
PileVolcamon's strike, carrying the force of a Mega, is completely stalemated.
"Hmph, I see you've gotten stronger." The Cyborg grunts approvingly, before activating his drivers a second time. Their power forcibly flings your arm back, opening up a path for him to dart in. A sharp right cross flashes towards your nose.
Your own right hand catches it mid-arc, redirecting the blow aside harmlessly.
His brow-mounted spike rocks forward in a sudden headbutt, and is met without restraint by your forehead protector. Another clash of metal on metal rings out, and this time PileVolcamon isn't stalemated.
The Mega-level digimon is forced back.
You raise both hand ready to continue the exchange, but pause as the eccentric digimon crosses his arms, then gives a curt nod of approval.
"I've fended off the Ambush." You breathe, realizing the intention behind his sudden attack.
This was meant to reflect SaberLeomon's prime tactic…
"Continue your exercises." PileVolcamon grunts, his scarf billowing despite the lack of wind. "Our paths will cross again."
You watch him dash away, and can't help but grin.
After all this time… you can finally see his movements with real clarity. The gap between PileVolcamon, a Mega (albeit a *weak* one) and yourself is no longer a vast gap.
You can fight him on equal grounds now. And what's more…
I will defeat him before the week comes to a close. That I promise.
===
You take a seat across from Ardat, and take a short sip of the tea she'd brewed for the meeting. Sweet, flavourful and wonderfully brewed. Mayhaps even the best bowl you'd had barring the Gloaming's cafe.
The LadyDevimon before you sips her own beverage gracefully, to most it would seem as if nothing is wrong. However her aura is… fidgeting, and flickering. Nervousness tinged with something else that's hard to quantify.
A part of you wants to ignore it, however as the witch's friend… it would be remiss of you to do so.
"Is… something wrong?" The hat-wearing demon jolts slightly at your sudden question, but quickly recovers her poise before clearing her throat with a short cough. "I admit to being curious my knight. That harlo-the swordsmon whom appeared with you. Her identity is a mystery to me. As is her… relationship with you." The hint of a frown appears on one corner of her lip, but Ardat refrains from making any accusations.
"Grademon." You answer back, mouth twisting into a slight grimace. "A would-be opponent, but… disappointing." The comment makes your la-friend raise a brow of her mask in curiosity.
"Oh? We remember that you quite enjoyed fighting her during the battle Royale." A little giggle creeps out, breaking the womon's mask. "And that you kicked her butt! As expected of my awesomely potent companion."
Normally that would be enough to make you chuckle or at least let out a snort of amusement. However… your emotions on the subject are too dour for that.
"I once believed us to be… kindred spirits at the core." You admit with a sigh. "We both sought mastery over our chosen fields. She was, and still is inspiring to behold in battle. A true artist of the blade, dedicated to its perfection..." Hers was the mastery of skill and movement that you sought to achieve in the Maul Style.
If that alone was the sum of her being, then she'd be worthy of your utmost praise. Yet you'd glimpsed beyond the surface of her armor and… found that the Warrior wielding that skill is deeply flawed.
"Something happened after her match with that angel." Ardat hums contemplatively, the little tinge of envy fading away into understanding. "Something my knight, that you didn't find endearing… Aha! It wasn't her defeat, but how she handled it. Am I right?"
"Aye. Mayhaps the fault was mine. I thought her the same as my rival, that she was noble, honorable, and strong-willed." You'd assumed Grademon's mind and morals had been tempered like her skill in the blade.
And you'd been incorrect. Completely and utterly wrong.
"She gave up." You grunt, staring down at your reflection in the bowl of dark tea. "And she came here because of greed." She wasn't like Wolfmon at all. "I much prefer your company over hers."
Water drips onto the table as the LadyDevimon chokes on her tea. A few seconds of coughing later, she sets the cup down and stares at you through blurry eyes.
"Wha-what did you just say?"
Did the accident cause her not to hear my words?
"I much prefer your company over hers." You repeat before nodding. "I like you more." Ardat's aura surges suddenly, flaring in a sort of… panicked happiness?
"Can… can you say that last part again?" She asks, voice aquiver with… something that isn't quite fear.
Strange, but no matter.
"I like you more."
Bits of red creep down under the corners of her garnet colored mask.
"Really! We-I-*ahem*. And why exactly would that be my knight?" She questions, unable to hold back the tide of giddiness.
Hrm… manipulation from corruption aside…
"You pulled yourself back from the brink of insanity after dark digivolving and Scratch's death."
"Instead of wallowing in despair from imprisonment, you used it to study and grow."
"Rather than wallowing in the sin of desire, you struggled against your own nature and brought the power to heel."
"When Leopardmon showed you the reality of being an administrator, you stayed strong and worked hard to learn the skill necessary to handle it."
"Moreover-"
"We-I get it!" The LadyDevimon yelps, hastily pulling her witch hat down to cover her steaming face. "You-you don't need to continue!"
Huh… I thought she'd be happy about the compliments… no matter.
===AN: Not sure why but I was able to write with plenty of haste tonight. Was going to see about doing the trinary bit too, but that's a pretty long scene and I have to sleep fairly soon.
Last edited:
- Location
- Barquisimeto
I think that I accidentally inspired a bit of Ardat's moment. Verge was brutal there and yeah. We will beat PileVolcamon soon!
Delete this word
Bulwark
Delete the doubled up words.
months
You either accidentally added a line break or left out the space between lines.
deflecting
raise
PileVolcamon, a
one), and
As is her
company over hers
- Location
- Somewhere
Headbutt.
I think its a cup of tea not a bowl of one.
Capitalize the D as Devimon is a separate species.
Grademon's.
LadyDevimon.
Also the title misspelled Disappointment.
Verge, the densest mon on their server and yet somehow smooth enough to fluster the scion of lust without intending to do so.
Also wonder if we'll be getting an updated stat sheet of hers soon.
Also wonder if we'll be getting an updated stat sheet of hers soon.
Last edited:
unObservant
Just drifting along, really
- Location
- USA
Better buckle up, Ardat, keep trying to prod Verge into a confession like that and all you'll have to look forward to in this training arc is relentless and completely unintentional bulli. 
But about the things Verge was saying... Yeah, definitely can't deny how much work she's put into being more than just the "problematic love interest" role she filled in the early quest. My personal opinion on her may still be fairly tepid, but she certainly deserves congratulations for her progress.
...Also, I think I happened to find a typo that slipped past the lists above:
But about the things Verge was saying... Yeah, definitely can't deny how much work she's put into being more than just the "problematic love interest" role she filled in the early quest. My personal opinion on her may still be fairly tepid, but she certainly deserves congratulations for her progress.
...Also, I think I happened to find a typo that slipped past the lists above:
Well, I mean... unless the proto-Craniumon data saw how even giving us hammerspace wasn't shifting enough attention from the Tiger to be safe, so offscreen it snuck in another defensive program based on a spell we'd already been proven to like, giving it a cutesy personality to both let it be an autonomous defense andgetusattachedto- *is Shield'd to death*
If the proto-RK data thought a cutesy personality would be key to winning Verge over, then it clearly hasn't been paying enough attention.
Baihumon's hide is also quite tonk...
Verge is as blunt and exacting with praise as he is with dressing down.
Black To white 34
- Location
- Barquisimeto
Black to White 34.
You despise the ocean.
It needed to be upgraded from mere hate.
But at least you are at the bottom again, and the diver digimon gave you information about some stuff. Moving around your Spears was once a challenge as the ocean made them insanely heavy but was possible if you maintained the use of spells. One of the first things that you through about your circumstances was how easily would be to pull one over the vigilance and the host to load Drop for being the case of this event. You weren't going to blame Dame Fonte as the battle was quite interesting and satisfactory.
You managed to climb back to the surface, you made sure of previously using Divine Zone of Healing to get back to your peak again barring the reserves that hadn't recovered fast enough because of your continuous use of spells.
And the use of Void Step.
It must suck for Dame Fonte not to have a technique that allows her to recover, a victory for High Programming.
Breaching the surface was just the first step to return back to your squad, it was the easiest one as you understand the hatred of Hangymon had towards Calmaramon. This fucking city was confusing and badly designed.
Two hours or more.
You've been wandering around Water Temple-City for about two hours... and in that time you've made very little progress. With the sky beginning its progression into the evening you're preparing yourself for the possibility of having to spend the night sleeping outside or have to delete some asshole and pick up their house as yours.
And then something odd occurs. The next bloc of buildings you enter are… silent. The *streets* and canals are just eerily empty of mon, as if you've passed through some sort of hidden barrier. Curiosity tugs on your core, urging you to head deeper inside to investigate. By half a minute of walking later, a sensation tugs at your core as the Wyvern awakens once again and flames came from your helm. Something a mix between searing wrath and the urge to unleash Dragon Collider. It's not the energy you're sensing itself but how angry you were feeling.
Your body was tensed to fight again and numbers are being chanted to use a spell.
Cracks began to sound and your realized that it was your own feet putting too much weight and power, they heard you and were getting tensed too.
You turn a corner and finally spot the source of your feeling.
The mon in question is tall and thin, bearing frankly enormous legs and an armored upper body beside her was an Ashuramon.
"One." The sequence was canceled, and tension leaves your body. "Good evening little sister... it seems that you are between me and my prey."
A soft growl escaped from your mouth as you watched the Ashuramon beside her, but you still managed to put away your spears.
"You had become even stronger Big Brother." She commented, even if she surpassed you at the moment. "But haven't evolved."
"Tell the Thresh, that I discovered my next form." You told her before going in separate ways. "I just have to reach it, the next time that we see each other you will see my black armor."
Making your return after that isn't hard so much as tedious and methodical. You wend your way to the edge of the city, then circle around until you find your original point of entry. Utilizing Void-Step is paramount here as it allows you to move about with far less worry about falling off the pathways and plunging back down into the abyss.
Once again, you despise water.
And you hated to admit it but Drop's has good taste in buildings
One of the good things about Drop's choice of hotels is that it boasts plain rooms large enough to hold your entire squad. Such as the one Sparks is currently shouting within now that you've shared the last day's events.
"I'll kill him! I'll friggen' kill that spirits-be-cursed demon!" He was almost incinerating his surroundings in rage.
"Calm yourself advisor Sparks. We don't know where-"
"He's dead ya hear me?! Dead! I'm gonna burn that jerkass to ash, then blast that until nothing's left! I'll-"
You put your hand on his shoulder and denied with your head, at this moment revenge was impossible. Your sister was powerful, not as much as Vritramon but enough to be capable of stopping Sparks and you in the attempt to delete Ashuramon, they needed DarkKnightmon to stand a chance but the planning was difficult and Jogress was just temporal.
You need a chance, Pit knew something, and Beat...
"Enough." Beat cuts in slamming the back of his forearm into the Hotel's wall. "Did this Hangymon mean using violence to remove Drop?"
"Ha! If we did decide it wouldn't be hard. I'm pretty sure *Handy* over there could kick her ass…" Your leader pauses, then gives said mon a quizzical expression. "Aren't you going to try and *woo* her or some shit?"
The JewelBeemon's red eyes snap to Sparks, striking him with an intense glare. Your closest friend shudders, though it looks more from revulsion than from fear.
"By the spirits no. Yeah, her body's alright, but there's no way I'm dealing with that. Prick can have her."
*Intensifying Glare*
"What's wrong? Mad that I'm calling ya out on that little factor? Big ole' silent and broody Beat has it in for a mentally challenged frog."
"I'll delete you." Beat warned your comrade, you would do the same in his place.
But comparing Lady Ardat to Drop, made you recoil in pure disgust.
"Heh, sure you will. Come and do your best Prick! I'm standing right here!"
You were in the same mind as Sparks, Beat has terrible taste.
Nonetheless, when the conversation moved to Dame Fonte your attention grew as you made sure of including your commentary and once again be looked at in a completely weird way... Like you were Sparks.
Once again reminding you that it was forbidden to you the picking a fight with Calmaramon and the Host wasn't part of some resistance group.
You just rested in a bed and began to study another spell before going to sleep, the next morning would be different and once again you were assaulted by nightmares.
The next day was an... experience when meeting Vademon, his existence was probably a stuff that made all your traumas turn into a bag and hit them to steal their bits. He was so disgusting to watch that you think that was the reason of why Drunky drinks so much.
And Sparks wanted to court Calmaramon.
It made you get a breath of white flames out of sheer fucking frustration, some mons that the Wyvern preferred to call simps are going to fill the city, so many digimon that could be in the city with a variable amount of power and just needed a small movement.
It was the perfect plan for collecting data, a slaughter.
And Pit had some relationship with Sistermon Noir, it wasn't like what you saw with Sparks but something else. A protective desire that comes with Wrath, a moment where his strength almost surpassed the difference between the two of you out of pure emotion.
Note to self Verge. Do not ever make light of SistermonNoir in front of Pit... or at all lest he find out.
May the Great Tree have mercy on the poor idiot that attempts to hurt her or make her suffer because Pit will not have mercy.
Eventually, you decided to follow the suggestion of Sparks and go around the city with Drop and her guards for the rest of the morning and afternoon, they needed to avoid drawing suspicion while trying to search for information... You weren't made for this.
But were intimidating enough that you got breakfast easily as other mon just opened a way for you for some reason.
Halfway into your platter, Fonte enters the Hotel's dining room, which garners salutes and cries of "Dame" from the assembled champions. Which confirms your suspicions that they're not native to this city and confirms that they're subservient to the swordswommon. The knight in question makes a beeline for you and gracefully flows into a sweeping bow before you.
"Sir Verge, I'm so sorry about what happened. That attack, which was well executed by the way, caught me completely off guard. It shames me to say it led to your watery downfall because of my own arrogance." Ah, she underestimated you and regrets it.
"It is fine, worry not of it. In fact… I must thank you." It was thanks to that you the chance of meeting your sister.
"You're most welcome!..." The wommon pauses, as if now only realizing what you'd actually said. "I'm afraid I must have misheard that Sir Verge. You're... thankful for being knocked up into the water."
"That is correct. It allowed me to experience a new type of training. Moving whilst pressed down upon by untold amounts of water. It allows me to practice and some strenuous training always helps." It was just your Wind spell with a different element.
"Such training sounds wonderful! Oh my squires and I must try it sometime!" It was a good idea, you could bring Scourge and Warren later.
...Wait a second.
"Your squires?" Thinking about it, do Scourge and Warren counts as your own?
Looking at the quality of your troops and hers... you were better in quality but in pure numbers you were surpassed.
"The champions sitting over there Sir Verge. I have to say I'm quite proud of them, they're strong one and all. Lady Drop could not ask for a better guard." They were decently trained in how they moved, and interacted.
Most will reach knighthood.
"With your skill in battle I do not doubt that fact in the least, they must be well trained." Warren and Scourge didn't manage to pick up High Programming beyond just a pair of spells.
"My skill? Ah, th-thank you." The Ultimate stammers, looking away from your eyes. "I've taken great pride in my swordplay ever since I was a Kotemon, it's part of what makes me strong."
"I agree. Your technique was perfection, It must have taken true diligence to polish it to such a degree."
"Y-yes. But your skill and magic were good too Sir Verge! All of that maneuvering to get me ready for the final strike and that thing you did in the air! Oh you must show me how to do it sometime!" Hmm, Void Step would be useful for her style as it was yours.
But elemental techniques, those needed not only time but focus... It would be difficult but Gilgamesh Slicer could help her and looked similar to her air slashes.
"I do not see why not. Raising another Knight's swordsmanship to another level would be a proper use of my time. Maybe we could test our growth again and continue sparing without that advantage mine." You were happy of finding such a great knight to converse with. "The pressure makes the Digichrome better while refining it."
"Getting another date lined up already Verge? Hehe, should I tell Ardat?" Sparks at this point he doesn't need to say anything else, the attempt at teasing was useless.
Lady Ardat would support your attempts at becoming a better knight.
"Date?!"
"... I have not set a day or time for the proposed training session." You reply with a snort, not really caring why he's making a fuss about things. "And my Lady is gracious enough to let me search for battles in her honor, my latest gift from our prey was accepted."
"Oh! You also found someone to dedicate yourself?! So exciting you must tell me everything." Dame Fonte gushed, truly she was a mon of culture and tact.
"Lady Ardat is just the greatest and most beautiful wommon in the server and beyond." You expressed your most sincere praise to her attributes and character. "Her determination, her desire to better and grow is inspirational so is how her attempts to master the realm of magic have pushed her forward."
With luck, you may convince Dame Fonte to join your side and leave the waste of elemental data shaped as Ranamon... You shudder at the idea of loading her now, and the more you think about it having any piece of her for the rest of your existence wasn't worth the power gained from the elemental affinity of Water.
"No, you are mistaken Sir Verge." How so? "Is Lady Drop who is the greatest of the digital world." Ah, this poor fool.
You took a little sip over your drink. It was boiling only because it was made like that and the cracks in the cup were only poor craftmonship.
"Excuse? Why would you think that Drop can even reach the heels of my Lady?" You looked arrogantly at the poor Knightmon, she wasn't that bright but you can fix it. "Her poor and simple attempts to gather the attention of my subordinate failed in taking into account our personalities as members of chivalric species."
Sparks looked at both of Dame Fonte and you with open eyes after saying 'By the Ten' he decided to retire of the table.
"Is that so? Mine Lady has been chosen to inherit the dominion over water as a goddess." Dame Fonte, made a little crack in her utensils. "What has done yours to deserve the honor of your loyalty?"
"I have gifted her the Beast Digispirits of Wind after deleting their previous holder, her choice was to not use petty tricks to raise herself." Your lady also was right at the manner of dressing was unappropriated, just like Calmaramon and Rana who used only swimsuits. "Even Dark Digievolving hasn't taken her sanity, and her will to build up herself will make sure that she will become a Mega eventually."
In the end, it seemed that the presence of Drop has caused permanent brain damage in Dame Fonte and forced her to become a mon without a hint of truly understanding the facts of life like Drop being a waste of space while your Lady was destined to become the greatest wommon thanks to her own efforts and your eternal support.
"You only talk because you are wasting time reading books instead training your body, otherwise you may have evolved already." Dame Fonte failed on giving an appropriate answer and just attacked your skills.
Oh, this can't be forgiven.
"High Programming is the achievement of wisdom and ingenuity to shape the energies and master oneself beyond species!" You all but shouted hitting the table lightly to make your point. "Naturally you will not understand it because your *Lady* Drop lacks the ram to understand numbers."
"*Gasp* Sir Verge! How dare you!?" Dame Fonte put her hand over her chest. "That is it, you were corrupted by the uncut and cruel wommon that twisted you into an insult to chivalry."
"Attacking my honor! You must know that being a LadyDevimon doesn't change that she is the mon that made me enter the path as the strongest Knight." You would be just a simple Gladimon without her blessings. "My victory rate has been mostly successful without matter the opponent becoming tempered by so many unique opponents."
Both of you glared at each other before returning towards the respective meals, sharing a bit of your Dragon Blood to show your mercy and wealth being capable of surpassing what Drop could give her.
Another duel, was added to the calendar. No magic or tricks, just pure skill and techniques. You will show Dame Fonte that your Lady was better.
2.6K. Part 35. Like I said before this is the relationship of Fonte and Verge. And that means that both will go into stupid arguments at some points no matter how well they get along.
You despise the ocean.
It needed to be upgraded from mere hate.
But at least you are at the bottom again, and the diver digimon gave you information about some stuff. Moving around your Spears was once a challenge as the ocean made them insanely heavy but was possible if you maintained the use of spells. One of the first things that you through about your circumstances was how easily would be to pull one over the vigilance and the host to load Drop for being the case of this event. You weren't going to blame Dame Fonte as the battle was quite interesting and satisfactory.
You managed to climb back to the surface, you made sure of previously using Divine Zone of Healing to get back to your peak again barring the reserves that hadn't recovered fast enough because of your continuous use of spells.
And the use of Void Step.
It must suck for Dame Fonte not to have a technique that allows her to recover, a victory for High Programming.
Breaching the surface was just the first step to return back to your squad, it was the easiest one as you understand the hatred of Hangymon had towards Calmaramon. This fucking city was confusing and badly designed.
Two hours or more.
You've been wandering around Water Temple-City for about two hours... and in that time you've made very little progress. With the sky beginning its progression into the evening you're preparing yourself for the possibility of having to spend the night sleeping outside or have to delete some asshole and pick up their house as yours.
And then something odd occurs. The next bloc of buildings you enter are… silent. The *streets* and canals are just eerily empty of mon, as if you've passed through some sort of hidden barrier. Curiosity tugs on your core, urging you to head deeper inside to investigate. By half a minute of walking later, a sensation tugs at your core as the Wyvern awakens once again and flames came from your helm. Something a mix between searing wrath and the urge to unleash Dragon Collider. It's not the energy you're sensing itself but how angry you were feeling.
Your body was tensed to fight again and numbers are being chanted to use a spell.
Cracks began to sound and your realized that it was your own feet putting too much weight and power, they heard you and were getting tensed too.
You turn a corner and finally spot the source of your feeling.
The mon in question is tall and thin, bearing frankly enormous legs and an armored upper body beside her was an Ashuramon.
"One." The sequence was canceled, and tension leaves your body. "Good evening little sister... it seems that you are between me and my prey."
A soft growl escaped from your mouth as you watched the Ashuramon beside her, but you still managed to put away your spears.
"You had become even stronger Big Brother." She commented, even if she surpassed you at the moment. "But haven't evolved."
"Tell the Thresh, that I discovered my next form." You told her before going in separate ways. "I just have to reach it, the next time that we see each other you will see my black armor."
Making your return after that isn't hard so much as tedious and methodical. You wend your way to the edge of the city, then circle around until you find your original point of entry. Utilizing Void-Step is paramount here as it allows you to move about with far less worry about falling off the pathways and plunging back down into the abyss.
Once again, you despise water.
And you hated to admit it but Drop's has good taste in buildings
One of the good things about Drop's choice of hotels is that it boasts plain rooms large enough to hold your entire squad. Such as the one Sparks is currently shouting within now that you've shared the last day's events.
"I'll kill him! I'll friggen' kill that spirits-be-cursed demon!" He was almost incinerating his surroundings in rage.
"Calm yourself advisor Sparks. We don't know where-"
"He's dead ya hear me?! Dead! I'm gonna burn that jerkass to ash, then blast that until nothing's left! I'll-"
You put your hand on his shoulder and denied with your head, at this moment revenge was impossible. Your sister was powerful, not as much as Vritramon but enough to be capable of stopping Sparks and you in the attempt to delete Ashuramon, they needed DarkKnightmon to stand a chance but the planning was difficult and Jogress was just temporal.
You need a chance, Pit knew something, and Beat...
"Enough." Beat cuts in slamming the back of his forearm into the Hotel's wall. "Did this Hangymon mean using violence to remove Drop?"
"Ha! If we did decide it wouldn't be hard. I'm pretty sure *Handy* over there could kick her ass…" Your leader pauses, then gives said mon a quizzical expression. "Aren't you going to try and *woo* her or some shit?"
The JewelBeemon's red eyes snap to Sparks, striking him with an intense glare. Your closest friend shudders, though it looks more from revulsion than from fear.
"By the spirits no. Yeah, her body's alright, but there's no way I'm dealing with that. Prick can have her."
*Intensifying Glare*
"What's wrong? Mad that I'm calling ya out on that little factor? Big ole' silent and broody Beat has it in for a mentally challenged frog."
"I'll delete you." Beat warned your comrade, you would do the same in his place.
But comparing Lady Ardat to Drop, made you recoil in pure disgust.
"Heh, sure you will. Come and do your best Prick! I'm standing right here!"
You were in the same mind as Sparks, Beat has terrible taste.
Nonetheless, when the conversation moved to Dame Fonte your attention grew as you made sure of including your commentary and once again be looked at in a completely weird way... Like you were Sparks.
Once again reminding you that it was forbidden to you the picking a fight with Calmaramon and the Host wasn't part of some resistance group.
You just rested in a bed and began to study another spell before going to sleep, the next morning would be different and once again you were assaulted by nightmares.
The next day was an... experience when meeting Vademon, his existence was probably a stuff that made all your traumas turn into a bag and hit them to steal their bits. He was so disgusting to watch that you think that was the reason of why Drunky drinks so much.
And Sparks wanted to court Calmaramon.
It made you get a breath of white flames out of sheer fucking frustration, some mons that the Wyvern preferred to call simps are going to fill the city, so many digimon that could be in the city with a variable amount of power and just needed a small movement.
It was the perfect plan for collecting data, a slaughter.
And Pit had some relationship with Sistermon Noir, it wasn't like what you saw with Sparks but something else. A protective desire that comes with Wrath, a moment where his strength almost surpassed the difference between the two of you out of pure emotion.
Note to self Verge. Do not ever make light of SistermonNoir in front of Pit... or at all lest he find out.
May the Great Tree have mercy on the poor idiot that attempts to hurt her or make her suffer because Pit will not have mercy.
Eventually, you decided to follow the suggestion of Sparks and go around the city with Drop and her guards for the rest of the morning and afternoon, they needed to avoid drawing suspicion while trying to search for information... You weren't made for this.
But were intimidating enough that you got breakfast easily as other mon just opened a way for you for some reason.
Halfway into your platter, Fonte enters the Hotel's dining room, which garners salutes and cries of "Dame" from the assembled champions. Which confirms your suspicions that they're not native to this city and confirms that they're subservient to the swordswommon. The knight in question makes a beeline for you and gracefully flows into a sweeping bow before you.
"Sir Verge, I'm so sorry about what happened. That attack, which was well executed by the way, caught me completely off guard. It shames me to say it led to your watery downfall because of my own arrogance." Ah, she underestimated you and regrets it.
"It is fine, worry not of it. In fact… I must thank you." It was thanks to that you the chance of meeting your sister.
"You're most welcome!..." The wommon pauses, as if now only realizing what you'd actually said. "I'm afraid I must have misheard that Sir Verge. You're... thankful for being knocked up into the water."
"That is correct. It allowed me to experience a new type of training. Moving whilst pressed down upon by untold amounts of water. It allows me to practice and some strenuous training always helps." It was just your Wind spell with a different element.
"Such training sounds wonderful! Oh my squires and I must try it sometime!" It was a good idea, you could bring Scourge and Warren later.
...Wait a second.
"Your squires?" Thinking about it, do Scourge and Warren counts as your own?
Looking at the quality of your troops and hers... you were better in quality but in pure numbers you were surpassed.
"The champions sitting over there Sir Verge. I have to say I'm quite proud of them, they're strong one and all. Lady Drop could not ask for a better guard." They were decently trained in how they moved, and interacted.
Most will reach knighthood.
"With your skill in battle I do not doubt that fact in the least, they must be well trained." Warren and Scourge didn't manage to pick up High Programming beyond just a pair of spells.
"My skill? Ah, th-thank you." The Ultimate stammers, looking away from your eyes. "I've taken great pride in my swordplay ever since I was a Kotemon, it's part of what makes me strong."
"I agree. Your technique was perfection, It must have taken true diligence to polish it to such a degree."
"Y-yes. But your skill and magic were good too Sir Verge! All of that maneuvering to get me ready for the final strike and that thing you did in the air! Oh you must show me how to do it sometime!" Hmm, Void Step would be useful for her style as it was yours.
But elemental techniques, those needed not only time but focus... It would be difficult but Gilgamesh Slicer could help her and looked similar to her air slashes.
"I do not see why not. Raising another Knight's swordsmanship to another level would be a proper use of my time. Maybe we could test our growth again and continue sparing without that advantage mine." You were happy of finding such a great knight to converse with. "The pressure makes the Digichrome better while refining it."
"Getting another date lined up already Verge? Hehe, should I tell Ardat?" Sparks at this point he doesn't need to say anything else, the attempt at teasing was useless.
Lady Ardat would support your attempts at becoming a better knight.
"Date?!"
"... I have not set a day or time for the proposed training session." You reply with a snort, not really caring why he's making a fuss about things. "And my Lady is gracious enough to let me search for battles in her honor, my latest gift from our prey was accepted."
"Oh! You also found someone to dedicate yourself?! So exciting you must tell me everything." Dame Fonte gushed, truly she was a mon of culture and tact.
"Lady Ardat is just the greatest and most beautiful wommon in the server and beyond." You expressed your most sincere praise to her attributes and character. "Her determination, her desire to better and grow is inspirational so is how her attempts to master the realm of magic have pushed her forward."
With luck, you may convince Dame Fonte to join your side and leave the waste of elemental data shaped as Ranamon... You shudder at the idea of loading her now, and the more you think about it having any piece of her for the rest of your existence wasn't worth the power gained from the elemental affinity of Water.
"No, you are mistaken Sir Verge." How so? "Is Lady Drop who is the greatest of the digital world." Ah, this poor fool.
You took a little sip over your drink. It was boiling only because it was made like that and the cracks in the cup were only poor craftmonship.
"Excuse? Why would you think that Drop can even reach the heels of my Lady?" You looked arrogantly at the poor Knightmon, she wasn't that bright but you can fix it. "Her poor and simple attempts to gather the attention of my subordinate failed in taking into account our personalities as members of chivalric species."
Sparks looked at both of Dame Fonte and you with open eyes after saying 'By the Ten' he decided to retire of the table.
"Is that so? Mine Lady has been chosen to inherit the dominion over water as a goddess." Dame Fonte, made a little crack in her utensils. "What has done yours to deserve the honor of your loyalty?"
"I have gifted her the Beast Digispirits of Wind after deleting their previous holder, her choice was to not use petty tricks to raise herself." Your lady also was right at the manner of dressing was unappropriated, just like Calmaramon and Rana who used only swimsuits. "Even Dark Digievolving hasn't taken her sanity, and her will to build up herself will make sure that she will become a Mega eventually."
In the end, it seemed that the presence of Drop has caused permanent brain damage in Dame Fonte and forced her to become a mon without a hint of truly understanding the facts of life like Drop being a waste of space while your Lady was destined to become the greatest wommon thanks to her own efforts and your eternal support.
"You only talk because you are wasting time reading books instead training your body, otherwise you may have evolved already." Dame Fonte failed on giving an appropriate answer and just attacked your skills.
Oh, this can't be forgiven.
"High Programming is the achievement of wisdom and ingenuity to shape the energies and master oneself beyond species!" You all but shouted hitting the table lightly to make your point. "Naturally you will not understand it because your *Lady* Drop lacks the ram to understand numbers."
"*Gasp* Sir Verge! How dare you!?" Dame Fonte put her hand over her chest. "That is it, you were corrupted by the uncut and cruel wommon that twisted you into an insult to chivalry."
"Attacking my honor! You must know that being a LadyDevimon doesn't change that she is the mon that made me enter the path as the strongest Knight." You would be just a simple Gladimon without her blessings. "My victory rate has been mostly successful without matter the opponent becoming tempered by so many unique opponents."
Both of you glared at each other before returning towards the respective meals, sharing a bit of your Dragon Blood to show your mercy and wealth being capable of surpassing what Drop could give her.
Another duel, was added to the calendar. No magic or tricks, just pure skill and techniques. You will show Dame Fonte that your Lady was better.
2.6K. Part 35. Like I said before this is the relationship of Fonte and Verge. And that means that both will go into stupid arguments at some points no matter how well they get along.
Last edited:
ThatOtherSatori
Lover of Spicy Food
- Location
- Indiana, USA
I mean, given the fact that Dynasmon and Crusadermon/LordKnightmon are pretty much always Those Two Guys/Those Two Bad Guys....
........Wait. does that mean that Sparks is the Meowth equivalent?!
........Wait. does that mean that Sparks is the Meowth equivalent?!
Someone is
Omake Policy Change:
drexal15
Proud GM
I'm sorry to have to say this, but I'm going to be suspending Omake rewards for now. I've gotten overwhelmed by the amount of them that have piled up and it's become a detriment to my writing. If I'm actively dreading having to look at the stuff, then something's gone terribly wrong.
I'll still hold up the deal on the Omakes that have been written already, and will "cash them in" so to speak prior to the SaberLeomon fight. Any rewards I promised will still happen, but for the moment, further rewards are suspended.
My apologies for not being able to keep up, but I have to do this before the build-up becomes worse.
I'll still hold up the deal on the Omakes that have been written already, and will "cash them in" so to speak prior to the SaberLeomon fight. Any rewards I promised will still happen, but for the moment, further rewards are suspended.
My apologies for not being able to keep up, but I have to do this before the build-up becomes worse.
- Location
- Barquisimeto
To be honest is just my Christmas/Winter's pet project made for self enjoyment like a fic made out of a quest.
Spite against Not!Lucemon and rewards help to write faster, I kinda associate it to Cookie Clicker game at some extent when monkey brain sees numbers go up for a bit more creativity but it was just my own enjoyment rather than anything else. But I admit that it scared the shit out of me getting points and assignments when I forgot how caps worked and the loadings so yeah it's a bit more liberating.
Spite against Not!Lucemon and rewards help to write faster, I kinda associate it to Cookie Clicker game at some extent when monkey brain sees numbers go up for a bit more creativity but it was just my own enjoyment rather than anything else. But I admit that it scared the shit out of me getting points and assignments when I forgot how caps worked and the loadings so yeah it's a bit more liberating.
drexal15
Proud GM
Ask and ye shall receive!… later tonight. In the meantime, here's an excerpt from the next update.
"W-well…" The abashed woman takes a short breath, and your eyes are naturally drawn lower as her chest shrinks down to the size of a *normal* LadyDevimon. Which is quite the substantial change, even if her choice of example does leave you rather confused. Seeing your tilted head, the demon-womon is quick to explain herself. "They-they get in the way sometimes okay?"
Last edited:
4th Of Steel: Basics Of Trinary Manipulation &… A Wardrobe Malfunction
drexal15
Proud GM
Shrugging the womon's strange behavior off, you finish off the bowl of tea and take a breath.
"I would move on to my reason for coming."
"Ah-hem." Ardat lets out a cough into her more dainty hand, before puling her witch hat back up into place. "So it is that you've come seeking the help of this server's leading lady. For your pitiful skill in trinary so pales and lays helpless before my own! Ask of me what you will, but be warned, your mind may not be able to handle the brilliance of-" She continues on for another ten seconds before finally striking a pose and giving you one last smirk. "-so what knowledge would you ask of me?"
"Trinary." You grunt, raising one hand above the table. With an effort of will, you flood the muscles therein with spirit, reinforcing the byte structure and stretching them to the to their very brink. "I know it can improve Muscle Charge further, and mayhaps lessen the advanced stages' drawbacks." Example made, you pull the Qi back and watch as Ardat winces for… some reason.
"Your data was screaming." She finally manages say, lilac eyes locked onto your outstretched hand. "N-not and literally, but my knight…" The LadyDevimon takes a deep breath, calming herself. "You're aware of how bytes are structured?"
"Each consists of zero's, one's and two's, formed into a specific strand, which then joined further into more complicated shapes." A trinary based construction expressing data type and attribute, among other aspects that make up a mon. You're not an expert on the subject, but your innate condition and attempts at slide evolution made finding out the bare basics… practical.
Each stage of evolution was more complex than the last, with more information arranged in the same space. An Ultimate digimon's data is far more complicated than a Champion's, which in turn is several times more complex than a Rookie's.
"That's right, and yours were about to come apart!" The LadyDevimon admonishes, before leaning forward to poke your hand. "It was like you were trying to stuff yourself in a shirt that was too small and the buttons-" The womon cuts herself off suddenly, which you're okay with. Her anology was sounding rather terrible. You don't even wear shirts.
However I do understand her point.
"That." You grunt in acknowledgment before pulling back your hand. "Is why I sought your help." And if your aspirations are correct, then this could make all the difference against Angemon.
"Then rejoice my knight, your pleas shall be answered." The Scion of Desire chirps before raising her monstrous claws up. "The esteemed art of manipulating is one I of course am an exquisite expert within. With it one can manipulate their own base numbers, with it one can change the limits and structure of their very bytes!" As Ardat speaks, her monstrous hand's structure slowly expands. Flesh and bone growing in a quick, controlled manner until it's nearly trippled in size. "With trinary manipulation you can expand the natural boundaries of your frame itself!"
"Impressive." This is exactly the kind of manipulation you were looking to gain, though seeing this does bring up a question. "It can be used to shrink the body as well can it not?"
"W-well…" The abashed woman takes a short breath, and your eyes are naturally drawn lower as her chest shrinks down to the size of a *normal* LadyDevimon. Which is quite the substantial change, even if her choice of example does leave you rather confused. Seeing your tilted head, the demon-womon is quick to explain herself. "They-they get in the way sometimes okay?"
"I suppose so." You murmur understandingly, before trailing off into thought. "I've noticed, that the expansion of muscle tissue hinders my mobility." Which gets especially noticeable in the higher stages of Muscle Charge.
Your La-friend lets out a sharp cackle, and strikes another pose.
"Foolish knight! Increasing the size of every muscle means some will come into conflict! You must submit to my authority and learn the intricate, forbidden knowledge of anatomy! Only then will you be able to find equilibrium and bring your skill to its peak!"
"… Very well." You agree after using a moment to translate her rant. "After I've learned the basics of how to manipulate my own data."
"R-right Verge. Back to the lecture, ahem. Sustaining changes requires a constant degree of concentration, but that won't trouble spectacular and potent mons such as you or I! And behold, when finished one must simply let their data revert." There's a minute shift in the dramatically posing witch's aura before her claw starts to shrink and her chest… returns to its original size. "For you see my knight, the base trinary code will try and revert to its base state!"
I see her attempts to remain restrained and dignified have broken down entirely.
"More permanent changes are possible." You note, giving Ardat a curious look. "Your Witchmon self's talent for magic was imprinted into your current frame, was it not?"
"That was the glorious product of my unfathomable, graceful talent and a week of intense concentration." She declares before cocking a hip and thrusting a claw your way. "Know that such a transcendant transformation was only made possible by my previous form!"
A disappointing reality, but understandable. Though it does bring up the interesting possibilty of changing your hand and Kuma Tsume back to their original, more deadly form. Only for combat mind you, having true hands makes fine manipulation ridiculously more intuitive.
It takes a few seconds for Ardat to realize her lack of… dignity, and afterwards she calmly returns back to the seiza position.
"And one last matter." The womon intones, carefully veiling her embarrassment behind a wall of seriousness. "This discipline can also be utilized to grow and shrink one's entire body. Such as the Madame's guard captain, MarineDevimon."
"Or Grademon." You muse, a hand rising to stroke your chin. "Mayhaps she-"
"No!" The LadyDevimon's mismatched arms cross in front of her chest.
"Hrm?"
"We-I mean Verge, I can teach you that!" She continues on hurriedly. "And far better than she ever could, just watch!" The womon's mouth sets into a line, her brows furrowing in concentration. She stands up and…
Nothing. Well, nothing aside from the barely audible sound of her straining.
"You've… never attempted this before, have you?"
"No-I mean you dare doubt me?! Know this Verge! I succeed in anything I put my mind to achieving! This trifling matter is no different!" Five seconds pass after declaration in silence, then ten, then fifteen. On second twenty-nine, the womon's body ripples ominously.
You're about to call a halt to the whole thing when Ardat's frame starts to grow. Slowly moving up from ten to twelve feet, then fifteen before continuing onwards. Her face twists into a victorious smirk as the process speeds up. The witch is so caught up in success doesn't seem to notice the sound of straining fabric, or her clothing straining at the seams.
"Hold-" And at twenty feet, the maroon bodysuit splits apart entirely, exposing pale flesh to the empty air.
Hrm… that is some impressive musculature for her species. The triceps in particular are-
"Kyhaaa!"
Note to self. Pay attention to your armor when changing size.
=== Ardat Current Stats:
Strength 50,000
Fortitude 41,000
Endurance 37,000
Agility 60,000
Special 73,600
Spirit 66,000
===
Self Trinary Manipulation:
0/60->50/60
===AN: Written on mobile so sorry if it's rougher than usual. Colors will be added in later.
"I would move on to my reason for coming."
"Ah-hem." Ardat lets out a cough into her more dainty hand, before puling her witch hat back up into place. "So it is that you've come seeking the help of this server's leading lady. For your pitiful skill in trinary so pales and lays helpless before my own! Ask of me what you will, but be warned, your mind may not be able to handle the brilliance of-" She continues on for another ten seconds before finally striking a pose and giving you one last smirk. "-so what knowledge would you ask of me?"
"Trinary." You grunt, raising one hand above the table. With an effort of will, you flood the muscles therein with spirit, reinforcing the byte structure and stretching them to the to their very brink. "I know it can improve Muscle Charge further, and mayhaps lessen the advanced stages' drawbacks." Example made, you pull the Qi back and watch as Ardat winces for… some reason.
"Your data was screaming." She finally manages say, lilac eyes locked onto your outstretched hand. "N-not and literally, but my knight…" The LadyDevimon takes a deep breath, calming herself. "You're aware of how bytes are structured?"
"Each consists of zero's, one's and two's, formed into a specific strand, which then joined further into more complicated shapes." A trinary based construction expressing data type and attribute, among other aspects that make up a mon. You're not an expert on the subject, but your innate condition and attempts at slide evolution made finding out the bare basics… practical.
Each stage of evolution was more complex than the last, with more information arranged in the same space. An Ultimate digimon's data is far more complicated than a Champion's, which in turn is several times more complex than a Rookie's.
"That's right, and yours were about to come apart!" The LadyDevimon admonishes, before leaning forward to poke your hand. "It was like you were trying to stuff yourself in a shirt that was too small and the buttons-" The womon cuts herself off suddenly, which you're okay with. Her anology was sounding rather terrible. You don't even wear shirts.
However I do understand her point.
"That." You grunt in acknowledgment before pulling back your hand. "Is why I sought your help." And if your aspirations are correct, then this could make all the difference against Angemon.
"Then rejoice my knight, your pleas shall be answered." The Scion of Desire chirps before raising her monstrous claws up. "The esteemed art of manipulating is one I of course am an exquisite expert within. With it one can manipulate their own base numbers, with it one can change the limits and structure of their very bytes!" As Ardat speaks, her monstrous hand's structure slowly expands. Flesh and bone growing in a quick, controlled manner until it's nearly trippled in size. "With trinary manipulation you can expand the natural boundaries of your frame itself!"
"Impressive." This is exactly the kind of manipulation you were looking to gain, though seeing this does bring up a question. "It can be used to shrink the body as well can it not?"
"W-well…" The abashed woman takes a short breath, and your eyes are naturally drawn lower as her chest shrinks down to the size of a *normal* LadyDevimon. Which is quite the substantial change, even if her choice of example does leave you rather confused. Seeing your tilted head, the demon-womon is quick to explain herself. "They-they get in the way sometimes okay?"
"I suppose so." You murmur understandingly, before trailing off into thought. "I've noticed, that the expansion of muscle tissue hinders my mobility." Which gets especially noticeable in the higher stages of Muscle Charge.
Your La-friend lets out a sharp cackle, and strikes another pose.
"Foolish knight! Increasing the size of every muscle means some will come into conflict! You must submit to my authority and learn the intricate, forbidden knowledge of anatomy! Only then will you be able to find equilibrium and bring your skill to its peak!"
"… Very well." You agree after using a moment to translate her rant. "After I've learned the basics of how to manipulate my own data."
"R-right Verge. Back to the lecture, ahem. Sustaining changes requires a constant degree of concentration, but that won't trouble spectacular and potent mons such as you or I! And behold, when finished one must simply let their data revert." There's a minute shift in the dramatically posing witch's aura before her claw starts to shrink and her chest… returns to its original size. "For you see my knight, the base trinary code will try and revert to its base state!"
I see her attempts to remain restrained and dignified have broken down entirely.
"More permanent changes are possible." You note, giving Ardat a curious look. "Your Witchmon self's talent for magic was imprinted into your current frame, was it not?"
"That was the glorious product of my unfathomable, graceful talent and a week of intense concentration." She declares before cocking a hip and thrusting a claw your way. "Know that such a transcendant transformation was only made possible by my previous form!"
A disappointing reality, but understandable. Though it does bring up the interesting possibilty of changing your hand and Kuma Tsume back to their original, more deadly form. Only for combat mind you, having true hands makes fine manipulation ridiculously more intuitive.
It takes a few seconds for Ardat to realize her lack of… dignity, and afterwards she calmly returns back to the seiza position.
"And one last matter." The womon intones, carefully veiling her embarrassment behind a wall of seriousness. "This discipline can also be utilized to grow and shrink one's entire body. Such as the Madame's guard captain, MarineDevimon."
"Or Grademon." You muse, a hand rising to stroke your chin. "Mayhaps she-"
"No!" The LadyDevimon's mismatched arms cross in front of her chest.
"Hrm?"
"We-I mean Verge, I can teach you that!" She continues on hurriedly. "And far better than she ever could, just watch!" The womon's mouth sets into a line, her brows furrowing in concentration. She stands up and…
Nothing. Well, nothing aside from the barely audible sound of her straining.
"You've… never attempted this before, have you?"
"No-I mean you dare doubt me?! Know this Verge! I succeed in anything I put my mind to achieving! This trifling matter is no different!" Five seconds pass after declaration in silence, then ten, then fifteen. On second twenty-nine, the womon's body ripples ominously.
You're about to call a halt to the whole thing when Ardat's frame starts to grow. Slowly moving up from ten to twelve feet, then fifteen before continuing onwards. Her face twists into a victorious smirk as the process speeds up. The witch is so caught up in success doesn't seem to notice the sound of straining fabric, or her clothing straining at the seams.
"Hold-" And at twenty feet, the maroon bodysuit splits apart entirely, exposing pale flesh to the empty air.
Hrm… that is some impressive musculature for her species. The triceps in particular are-
"Kyhaaa!"
Note to self. Pay attention to your armor when changing size.
=== Ardat Current Stats:
Strength 50,000
Fortitude 41,000
Endurance 37,000
Agility 60,000
Special 73,600
Spirit 66,000
===
Self Trinary Manipulation:
0/60->50/60
===AN: Written on mobile so sorry if it's rougher than usual. Colors will be added in later.
Last edited:
She's gotten quite strong while we've been away. Those Scion Talents are certainly helping.
which was several
An Ultimate
which was several
your pleas shall
better than her