32nd Day Of Light: More Conversations & An Attack
drexal15
Proud GM
With that the conversation dies down for a bit, descending into a full lull of silence as you wait for the Gladimon to continue speaking. Finally after it becomes clear that he's done for the moment, you try to broach another uncomfortable topic.
"Those rookies following Centarumon… what happened to them?"
"Gear-Bound" Scratch replies. "Slaves, their wills controlled by dark gears keyed to Centarumon." Your mouth drops open in unabashed horror at his words, and can't help but glance towards the stairs separating this level from the next. "Do not act. It would jeopardize the mission"
"But-"
"If you attempt to free them in his presence by destroying the Dark Gears I will be forced to stop you." You're a bit confused by the emphasis in the middle of his sentence but nod in understanding. Not liking it one bit, but knowing that right now there's nothing you can do to help them.
"Okay but…" You frown thinking back on your skepticism "Is the Host okay with the… Gear-Bound?"
"No."
"Then-"
"The City States are not under the Host's authority." he cuts you off.
"So they just ignore it?!"
"Officially yes"
That's!.. Erm wait officially? What's that supposed to mean?
Almost as if reading you mind, the sergeant launches into another explanation... of sorts.
"Unofficially, the Host wastes resources helping," He crosses his arms, a small hint of distaste moving into his voice. You stare at the Gladimon, not sure why he thinks that would be a waste, but not courageous enough to ask. In the end you settle for nodding and turning away for a place to sleep-
-only for a cold metal grip to clap around your shoulder. Scratch moves in a blur, unbuttoning your satchel, pulling your grimoire out, then slapping the white book into your paws.
"Study." You resist the urge to wince at his command, already tired from a full day of training and excitement, but his tone brooks no dissent. You open your book up Frame Reinforce and start reading.
=== That night you have a brand new type of nightmare.
"Raaagh!"
You scream, terror, wrath, a deluge of emotions rip their way from your throat, bouncing off the narrow walls of the Locomon car. Something presses against your back, causing you to squirm in panic and the figure has to struggle in order to keep you from thrashing about. Your drills rev up, lashing out towards the figure and suddenly the grip vanishes.
Sparks slaps your paws away with his single gloved hand, then plants it straight onto the top of your skull, gaze spearing into your own. Your drills slow down, then stop entirely.
"'Tis fine. You're safe mine friend." You freeze in place, the magnitude of what you'd just tried to do causing pure unadulterated horror to rise up in your core. "Worry not, mine body is unscathed. Heh, just relax."
"Sparks! Spirits above I-I"
"Speak not of it," his hand begins slowly rubbing your head, and before long the Wizardmon is running his hand down your back fully petting you like some sort of frightened rookie. Which is exactly what you are.
The rest of the squad does their best to not acknowledge what's going on, with the exception of Pidmon who's standing nearby. By your best guess, he's there to perform any emergency healing.
It takes a couple minutes for everything to start making sense again, and when things click you find your cheeks heating up in embarrassment.
"Th-thanks Sparks" you say as the champion withdraws his remaining arm.
"Heh, think nothing of it. Not long ago you you did the same for me" There's a small window of silence as you try to think up something to say, but surprisingly it's he who speaks up first. "I hast been training a lot. Working to increase mine physical skills, but the endeavor... 'tis harder than expected. My fate it seems is not to be as talented in that area as others." You don't miss the way his reflective eyes glare over towards Ardat, who's whistling to herself and obviously, totally not eavesdropping. His words ring true in your mind, even now when you're near the peak of your own physical abilities there are or were those who were simply much better. KoKabuterimon, Straibmon, ... Flamemon... "Mine other efforts in spellwork have gone well though! Gramps... his second spell hast been learned. 'Twould not be possible if I were not a wizardmon, it is that complex, but I dare not use it yet." That surprises you.
"But why? If it's so... strong."
"Mhrm, was that which allowed him to delete the likes of Woodmon and Devimon. However, tis his warning which stops me from using it. The cost and effects written can not be taken lightly, indeed mine own body works against me on this. The recoil of such a spell might very well be fatal should I use it carelessly. 'Tis only a thing I shalt use once practiced, but do not worry. One day I swear it shalt be used to put a hole through Counts stupid, smug face!"
Aaah. That sounds... more like him.
"Enough of mine own studies, how hast your own gone?" Sparks waves his staff dismissively and takes a seat beside you
"Well... I'm ah, almost done with learning the second spell. The theory is sound but now, hmm. I just need to put it into practice I guess"
"Verily. May I assist thine efforts?"
"Erm, sure!" you smile happily, giving him a nod of agreeance.
Together you spend the next hour or so of morning going over the actual steps of implementing the spell with Sparks. Despite never truly studying it himself; the Wizardmon's natural talent at High-Programming lends him considerable knowledge on the matter. The fact that he manages to cast it before you is a bit annoying, but all that does is push you on all the harder. You feel like you're on the very cusp of being able to perform it when a horrible screeching sound tears into your skull.
The train car rumbles violently as Locomon begins to rapidly come to a halt, throwing you off your feet and tossing you against the back wall. A second later the Locomon's momentum ends and you're flung down to roll across the carpet, your claws tearing through the carpet managing to arrest most of your personal momentum before Ardat and Sparks crash painfully into your back,your bulk cushioning their fall. Beat and Pidmon are not as lucky and fly into the stairwell. The Stingmon's chitin cracks against the tough metal while Pidmon impacts head first with a very loud *clang* before going completely limp. You can't help but wince at the sight, but before you can move over to help him your commander comes into view.
Sergeant Scratch, flips mid-air to land feet first on the construct; his arms already moving to draw his blades. He freezes in place, takes a few deep breaths then starts glowing white. The now Mistymon, takes on look out the window curses, then turns his head towards the second floor.
"How can we-" Ardat starts, but is cut off before she can finish the sentence.
"Guard Centaurmon!" With that he leaps up, his fiery sword lashing out twice slice a hole through the metal of the Locomon car and then vanishes out of sight.
"Demon's Shout!"
A moment later there's a blast of force which flips the Locomon car, throwing everyone about for a second time. Beat however manages to overcome his surprise and put his agility into action, kicking off the still tumbling wall and plunging through the large glass window on the other side. Sparks hangs onto your fur for dear life, and you curl around your friend, using your much larger body as a shield to protect him from any potential impacts. When it eventually stops your body is aching all over, but your friend is free from harm. Ardat on the other paw is hanging from her broom.
"Get away from me cretins! Heat Uppercut!" Centarumon's voice comes from the right side, which is initially confusing, until it clicks that his car has been flipped over.
The mission!
You sprint towards the stairwell, claws scraping against cracked glass and metal as you scramble to the next section. You hate leaving Pidmon behind, but you doubt he'll be out for more than a few moments given his constitution. The upper half of Centarumon's private car is a wreck. At one point it might have been nice but the various decorations are either torn up or on fire. Most of the roof and left side have been completely torn off, leaving only jagged shards of metal. The champion himself is surrounded by a horde of Vilemon, clearly struggling to avoid being dragged down by their numbers.
Ardat squeezes past you through the narrow area, and dives into the mess, her claws wreaking havoc across the weak champions ranks. Sparks comes in after you, his staff releasing a gout of azure lightning that rips through a trio of the small mon.
For a moment you're relieved, it looks like the attack will be dealt with quickly. Then things get worse.
"Thunder Cloud!" A small sphere of lightning crashes into Ardat's gut, carrying her away from the car and off down the steep hill into the forest beyond. You catch sight of a light purple blur as a number of fireballs slam home against Centarumon's chest, burning small black craters into the cyborgs chest.
"Murderer!" The scream is your only warning as a tall green figure leaps down from the roof, his massive blade poised to slice down through your friends skull..
No!
You shoulder-check Sparks out of the way and lift your spinning claws, catching the champion's blade mid-air. Metal clashes against metal, as the weapon drives downwards, pushing your guard back and letting the blade bury its edge into your collar. Most of the force is lost, but nonetheless it hurts. The crippled Wizardmon raises his weapon towards the attack, but is forced to dodge as another array of fireballs soar towards him.
"Beast. You'll be first then." The champion's eyes burn with sudden anger, and you feel a flash of pain as his foot crashes into your chest. The move sends your tumbling back through the air, out the car, and a moment later you find yourself painfully rolling down the hill.
Ow, ow, ow.
Your opponent sprints down after you without a care for the terrain, his great curved blade once again raised high into the air for a second powerful strike. However by the time he arrives you've reared back up onto your hindpaws and gotten ready. When the sword lashes out, instead of directly blocking, you deflect the obviously telegraphed blow aside and lash out with a series of quick punches to his unprotected face.
"Mach Jab Combo!"
Except instead of flinching back, he pushes through the attack and shoulder-checks your chest, shoving you back a second time. He sheathes the massive sword onto his back, withdraws a pair of smaller blades from his hip, then advances again, eyes blazing with murderous rage.
=== You:
[] Stay on the defensive. You're more skilled and while he is stronger, the gap is not unsurmountable. Plus you can do something he can't. Heal.
[] Go on the offensive. You have a spell that should significantly increase your damage output and this is the perfect time to use it.
[] Frame Reinforce is nearly finished. In a circumstance like this it might be your best chance for victory. Set up a trade that uses the spell to favour you. (warning is risky since Verge might mess the spell up)
[] You don't have to fight fair, unlike this champion you have the ability to dig. Getting away from him will be risky but, you could potentially use it to defeat him.
===
Authors Note: And to the action I promised! Hope you guys have fun with this one.
Frame Reinforce to 11/12 Verge may attempt to cast it.
"Those rookies following Centarumon… what happened to them?"
"Gear-Bound" Scratch replies. "Slaves, their wills controlled by dark gears keyed to Centarumon." Your mouth drops open in unabashed horror at his words, and can't help but glance towards the stairs separating this level from the next. "Do not act. It would jeopardize the mission"
"But-"
"If you attempt to free them in his presence by destroying the Dark Gears I will be forced to stop you." You're a bit confused by the emphasis in the middle of his sentence but nod in understanding. Not liking it one bit, but knowing that right now there's nothing you can do to help them.
"Okay but…" You frown thinking back on your skepticism "Is the Host okay with the… Gear-Bound?"
"No."
"Then-"
"The City States are not under the Host's authority." he cuts you off.
"So they just ignore it?!"
"Officially yes"
That's!.. Erm wait officially? What's that supposed to mean?
Almost as if reading you mind, the sergeant launches into another explanation... of sorts.
"Unofficially, the Host wastes resources helping," He crosses his arms, a small hint of distaste moving into his voice. You stare at the Gladimon, not sure why he thinks that would be a waste, but not courageous enough to ask. In the end you settle for nodding and turning away for a place to sleep-
-only for a cold metal grip to clap around your shoulder. Scratch moves in a blur, unbuttoning your satchel, pulling your grimoire out, then slapping the white book into your paws.
"Study." You resist the urge to wince at his command, already tired from a full day of training and excitement, but his tone brooks no dissent. You open your book up Frame Reinforce and start reading.
=== That night you have a brand new type of nightmare.
"Raaagh!"
You scream, terror, wrath, a deluge of emotions rip their way from your throat, bouncing off the narrow walls of the Locomon car. Something presses against your back, causing you to squirm in panic and the figure has to struggle in order to keep you from thrashing about. Your drills rev up, lashing out towards the figure and suddenly the grip vanishes.
Sparks slaps your paws away with his single gloved hand, then plants it straight onto the top of your skull, gaze spearing into your own. Your drills slow down, then stop entirely.
"'Tis fine. You're safe mine friend." You freeze in place, the magnitude of what you'd just tried to do causing pure unadulterated horror to rise up in your core. "Worry not, mine body is unscathed. Heh, just relax."
"Sparks! Spirits above I-I"
"Speak not of it," his hand begins slowly rubbing your head, and before long the Wizardmon is running his hand down your back fully petting you like some sort of frightened rookie. Which is exactly what you are.
The rest of the squad does their best to not acknowledge what's going on, with the exception of Pidmon who's standing nearby. By your best guess, he's there to perform any emergency healing.
It takes a couple minutes for everything to start making sense again, and when things click you find your cheeks heating up in embarrassment.
"Th-thanks Sparks" you say as the champion withdraws his remaining arm.
"Heh, think nothing of it. Not long ago you you did the same for me" There's a small window of silence as you try to think up something to say, but surprisingly it's he who speaks up first. "I hast been training a lot. Working to increase mine physical skills, but the endeavor... 'tis harder than expected. My fate it seems is not to be as talented in that area as others." You don't miss the way his reflective eyes glare over towards Ardat, who's whistling to herself and obviously, totally not eavesdropping. His words ring true in your mind, even now when you're near the peak of your own physical abilities there are or were those who were simply much better. KoKabuterimon, Straibmon, ... Flamemon... "Mine other efforts in spellwork have gone well though! Gramps... his second spell hast been learned. 'Twould not be possible if I were not a wizardmon, it is that complex, but I dare not use it yet." That surprises you.
"But why? If it's so... strong."
"Mhrm, was that which allowed him to delete the likes of Woodmon and Devimon. However, tis his warning which stops me from using it. The cost and effects written can not be taken lightly, indeed mine own body works against me on this. The recoil of such a spell might very well be fatal should I use it carelessly. 'Tis only a thing I shalt use once practiced, but do not worry. One day I swear it shalt be used to put a hole through Counts stupid, smug face!"
Aaah. That sounds... more like him.
"Enough of mine own studies, how hast your own gone?" Sparks waves his staff dismissively and takes a seat beside you
"Well... I'm ah, almost done with learning the second spell. The theory is sound but now, hmm. I just need to put it into practice I guess"
"Verily. May I assist thine efforts?"
"Erm, sure!" you smile happily, giving him a nod of agreeance.
Together you spend the next hour or so of morning going over the actual steps of implementing the spell with Sparks. Despite never truly studying it himself; the Wizardmon's natural talent at High-Programming lends him considerable knowledge on the matter. The fact that he manages to cast it before you is a bit annoying, but all that does is push you on all the harder. You feel like you're on the very cusp of being able to perform it when a horrible screeching sound tears into your skull.
The train car rumbles violently as Locomon begins to rapidly come to a halt, throwing you off your feet and tossing you against the back wall. A second later the Locomon's momentum ends and you're flung down to roll across the carpet, your claws tearing through the carpet managing to arrest most of your personal momentum before Ardat and Sparks crash painfully into your back,your bulk cushioning their fall. Beat and Pidmon are not as lucky and fly into the stairwell. The Stingmon's chitin cracks against the tough metal while Pidmon impacts head first with a very loud *clang* before going completely limp. You can't help but wince at the sight, but before you can move over to help him your commander comes into view.
Sergeant Scratch, flips mid-air to land feet first on the construct; his arms already moving to draw his blades. He freezes in place, takes a few deep breaths then starts glowing white. The now Mistymon, takes on look out the window curses, then turns his head towards the second floor.
"How can we-" Ardat starts, but is cut off before she can finish the sentence.
"Guard Centaurmon!" With that he leaps up, his fiery sword lashing out twice slice a hole through the metal of the Locomon car and then vanishes out of sight.
"Demon's Shout!"
A moment later there's a blast of force which flips the Locomon car, throwing everyone about for a second time. Beat however manages to overcome his surprise and put his agility into action, kicking off the still tumbling wall and plunging through the large glass window on the other side. Sparks hangs onto your fur for dear life, and you curl around your friend, using your much larger body as a shield to protect him from any potential impacts. When it eventually stops your body is aching all over, but your friend is free from harm. Ardat on the other paw is hanging from her broom.
"Get away from me cretins! Heat Uppercut!" Centarumon's voice comes from the right side, which is initially confusing, until it clicks that his car has been flipped over.
The mission!
You sprint towards the stairwell, claws scraping against cracked glass and metal as you scramble to the next section. You hate leaving Pidmon behind, but you doubt he'll be out for more than a few moments given his constitution. The upper half of Centarumon's private car is a wreck. At one point it might have been nice but the various decorations are either torn up or on fire. Most of the roof and left side have been completely torn off, leaving only jagged shards of metal. The champion himself is surrounded by a horde of Vilemon, clearly struggling to avoid being dragged down by their numbers.
Ardat squeezes past you through the narrow area, and dives into the mess, her claws wreaking havoc across the weak champions ranks. Sparks comes in after you, his staff releasing a gout of azure lightning that rips through a trio of the small mon.
For a moment you're relieved, it looks like the attack will be dealt with quickly. Then things get worse.
"Thunder Cloud!" A small sphere of lightning crashes into Ardat's gut, carrying her away from the car and off down the steep hill into the forest beyond. You catch sight of a light purple blur as a number of fireballs slam home against Centarumon's chest, burning small black craters into the cyborgs chest.
"Murderer!" The scream is your only warning as a tall green figure leaps down from the roof, his massive blade poised to slice down through your friends skull..
No!
You shoulder-check Sparks out of the way and lift your spinning claws, catching the champion's blade mid-air. Metal clashes against metal, as the weapon drives downwards, pushing your guard back and letting the blade bury its edge into your collar. Most of the force is lost, but nonetheless it hurts. The crippled Wizardmon raises his weapon towards the attack, but is forced to dodge as another array of fireballs soar towards him.
"Beast. You'll be first then." The champion's eyes burn with sudden anger, and you feel a flash of pain as his foot crashes into your chest. The move sends your tumbling back through the air, out the car, and a moment later you find yourself painfully rolling down the hill.
Ow, ow, ow.
Your opponent sprints down after you without a care for the terrain, his great curved blade once again raised high into the air for a second powerful strike. However by the time he arrives you've reared back up onto your hindpaws and gotten ready. When the sword lashes out, instead of directly blocking, you deflect the obviously telegraphed blow aside and lash out with a series of quick punches to his unprotected face.
"Mach Jab Combo!"
Except instead of flinching back, he pushes through the attack and shoulder-checks your chest, shoving you back a second time. He sheathes the massive sword onto his back, withdraws a pair of smaller blades from his hip, then advances again, eyes blazing with murderous rage.
=== You:
[] Stay on the defensive. You're more skilled and while he is stronger, the gap is not unsurmountable. Plus you can do something he can't. Heal.
[] Go on the offensive. You have a spell that should significantly increase your damage output and this is the perfect time to use it.
[] Frame Reinforce is nearly finished. In a circumstance like this it might be your best chance for victory. Set up a trade that uses the spell to favour you. (warning is risky since Verge might mess the spell up)
[] You don't have to fight fair, unlike this champion you have the ability to dig. Getting away from him will be risky but, you could potentially use it to defeat him.
===
Authors Note: And to the action I promised! Hope you guys have fun with this one.
Frame Reinforce to 11/12 Verge may attempt to cast it.
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