Professor Vesca
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I wonder what potential ultimates we could evolve into.
Digimon Inheritance: A Heroic Lion's Turbulent Times (Finished)
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[X] Move on. You… you have to get back to your squad. Tell them... tell them of this and Hangyomon's message.
Come Verge your a bear with that sense of smell tracking em down should be easy enough.
Come Verge your a bear with that sense of smell tracking em down should be easy enough.
drexal15
Proud GM
Mm. I'm sorry about that.
Good news is, MetalTyrannomon X will be a proper fight. He's kind of the main villain for Verge this arc.
Verge at this point falls under the same category as Agnimon. Would have been nice to capture earlier, but is too willful now. To control him, he'd have to break him. And using a mon that strong is absurdly difficult when also trying to keep them controlled.
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Huh. Vote is pretty one-sided.
Professor Vesca
Good News Everyone!
[X] Move on. You… you have to get back to your squad. Tell them... tell them of this and Hangyomon's message.
Some popular choices in discussions have been GrapLeomon and a few types of Deva.
drexal15
Proud GM
There's been a fair amount of speculation on that front.
So far the options viewed most likely are:
Vikaralamon
GrappLeomon
Gokuwamon
Mistymon
Cerebusmon
Edit: Might be forgetting one or two.
Professor Vesca
Good News Everyone!
Wouldn't it be awesome if we digivolved into Antylamon?
Andromon clearly!
But on another note I think Machgaogmon and 2 other Deva in Vjramon or the Rabbit Deva are also likley.
Also do you have the reasoning for Goukwamin never noticed him being proposed and I want to add him to the list.
I actually do have that on the most likley section of my list. It should be under the media tab.
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Professor Vesca
Good News Everyone!
Bunny siblings!
Also Cerberusmon looks awesome as a potential. Plus its the prior form of Anubismon. Also it is a dual Vaccine/virus attribute.
drexal15
Proud GM
Gokuwamon is a magical Beast-Man martial artist digimon. So. Basically Verge, just with the "man" part added on. Demenos was the one who theroeized it.
Now I personally won't say what the options are. These are just what players put forth. I won't give out state requirements or the like.
You forgot chimeramon mate.
Hmmm,
I feel like either GrappLeomon or Gokuwamon would be locked behind General Fighting. You know, like how Verge could have become Digmon if his digging skill was higher.
Mistymon is obviously the magical focused of these five.
Cerebusmon likely needs Fortitude. It'ss, as for as I'm aware, the only one here whose profile mentions its natural defenses.
No idea for Vikaralamon. Maybe Endurance focus so Verge would actually have the energy to move as Big Pig?
Well GrappLeomon is also based off of a fighting game character and is explicitly described as Grappling so I'd imagine he also draws off of that as well.
Possible.... yeah.
Strength might also be needed considering you'd need that sort of thing to live up to it's 'can cut through Chrome digiziod' title.
Vikaralom probably needs swollness in general given how it's one of the strongest of the Deva's a group already known for being powerful Ultimates.
Also special since all Deva are casters but yeah.
ThatOtherSatori
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As I recall, Antylamon was also bandied about as a possible Ult back when we were still a rookie.
Probably less likely given Verge's more pugnacious nature these days, but he still has many of the personality traits he shares with the 'Average Antylamon'.
Probably less likely given Verge's more pugnacious nature these days, but he still has many of the personality traits he shares with the 'Average Antylamon'.
Yep, they mostly come out when dealing with smol mon though.
Heh that shape shifting probably leads to some interesting things with Verge's metal bones, and that's assuming the Deva versuin doesn't retain the normals one to 'turn as hard as Chome Digiziod' which is a nifty ability in it's own right.
Verge's situation here is unique, because most of those on track for powerful evolutions qualify too easily, they evolve before they hit their hardcaps, their softcaps already meet the racial requirements and their personality usually are within 70% of the target because of racial tendencies.
Like, Drunky was stuck as a middling Angewomon, then she got her Zenkai bonus by being almost killed, devolved, and grinded her stats up to her caps before becoming a new and improved Angewomon with room for growth.
Verge gets it naturally. As a mutant, theres no natural evolution track. I rather suspect most mutants dead end, because the only way he's evolving is by basically hitting hard caps or taking in an external catalyst, and as we've seen when he was Drimogemon?
Hard caps might not meet the evolution requirements when you're a mutant, and personality matches cannot be aimed for when you don't know what you're aiming for. Forcibly going past your hard caps is either wasted energy, suicide or evolution.
For Ultimate, Verge has one timer at present: Avalon progress.
Once he's fully metallized I think he'd evolve into either a knight or a cyborg.
External catalysts may change that.
Violating Avalon's code may change that.
Traumatic damage may change that.
Professor Vesca
Good News Everyone!
What do you mean by Avalon and Avalons code? I know about the royal knights and Yggdrasil but this is new.
ThatOtherSatori
Lover of Spicy Food
- Location
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Waaaaay back when we were a Drimogemon, we hit a Root of Yggdrasil while we were digging. this Root boosted us a bit, and gave us a little extra 'gift' for the future.
Flashforward a while to a point in our life as Gryzmon, and that Gift made itself known. 'Avalon.EXE', a program boasting incredible defensive abilities. (To the point that when it's active, we can all but null out most incoming attacks IIRC. it's been a while since Avalon last fired off.)
Also largely regarded as indication that our most likely Mega form is Craniamon, who bears a shield called- wait for it- Avalon.
EDIT: At any rate, the reason why we couldn't get the Splice like we expected early on was because Avalon.EXE formed a nigh-impenetrable shell around our core. so we thus carry the Code for Avalon within us...or something. probably also means a Knightly Code too or something, I dunno entirely.
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23rd-24th Of Thunder: Discussions & Vademon
drexal15
Proud GM
[] Move on. You… you have to get back to your squad. Tell them... tell them of this and Hangyomon's message.
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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.
=
The good thing about Drop's choice in 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 dinosaur!"
"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-"
"Sparks!" You roar, cutting the ranting wizard off. "I am fine and vengeance will be wrought upon him. But do not waste your energy screaming."
"... what *Scarface* said. We're going to kill that shithead anyway, just fucking calm down and wait."
"Tch. Fine. I'll just grumble to myself then. Spirits-damned pricks."
You wince at the armor digimon's words, knowing that feeling of wrath all too well. Even now you want little more than to rip and tear MetalTyrannomon apart until-
Focus.
"Well… uh." Pit interrupts with a cough. "Comrade Verge, that message you delivered. It's… mostly just re-telling what the Hangyomon informed you, but there's something else at the bottom here." Your angelic friend lifts up the unfurled scroll, showing you its bottom-most contents.
Huh. Letters followed by numbers.
"I… do not know what that is."
"Hehehe. I do."
"You do advisor?"
"Yeah I bet he does." Imperius Angewomon scoffs. "It's nerdy shit. A specific radio frequency probably meant to contact that resistance asshole."
"Oh! That makes sense ma'am! I never learned how to read… The-the codes I mean! I learnt how to read digimoji a while back I assure you!"
An odd pause in his sentence.
"You're being oddly defensive *Muscles*. Anything you want to share with the class?"
"No! Lord above there is not!"
Okay… He's acting odd.
"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."
"Heh, sure you will. Come and do your best Prick! I'm standing right here!"
Darnit Sparks!
"Enough friends! We need to figure this mystery out! Not create pointless violence!"
"Tch/Hn."
"But why would the resistance want her gone? Comrade Beat your friend-"
"Grrr." The former Stingmon growls in a distinctly un-insect like fashion.
"-erm, acquaintance, isn't the most threatening."
"Her bodyguard then. That Knightmon is…. strong."
"Yes she is. Fonte defeated me and did not show her true strength."
"Eh, if it is a matter of strength. Could be somethin' unrelated to combat power."
Unrelated to fighting ability?
"Like what?"
"I dunno. Not enough information yet I'm afraid. Heh, don't worry, I'll figure it out."
"Well whatever it is, that shit doesn't matter. We have our mission and we're not listening to some sort of *resistance*. HolyAngemon wants us to kick the ass of whatever Gloaming fucks are here, so that's what we'll do."
"Are you sure we can't help out here ma'am? Maybe if-"
"Shut it *Goody-Two-Shoes*. This city is neutral and that's the way we want it. Getting involved in fucking politics never ends well for soldiers like us. At worst we somehow end up turning this place against the Host. So we're not doing shit, got it?" Her words are… disappointing to say the least. But she has a point, whether you'll be able to stand by however…
That has yet to be seen. Mayhaps we can help in other fashions...
"Y-yes ma'am." Pit sighs with a shake of his head, then turns to regard the other members of your party. "Anyways, friends! Verge's story confirms that while our targets are within the city they are also different than initially reported. Their MetalTyyranomon has undergone some sort of nefarious slide evolution, while the Crescemon is clearly an Ultimate now. But despite those factors I have faith our holy creator will see us pull through should we hold true and persevere."
"Eh, I don't know about that fuckery. But we're not pansies. There's no freaking way I'd cancel a mission over shit this minor. Egh. But I'm tired. Go get some rest freaks. We've got important shit to do in the morning."
"That… sleep sounds good." You nod, eyeing the empty corner opposite of HippoGriffomon. After wandering about the entire day, some rest sounds perfect.
Unfortunately your sleep isn't as pleasant as you hoped. The nightmares of that night so long ago return in full force.
=
The "shit" your leader spoke of turns out to be meeting with a local contact. More specifically, your squad heads out at the crack of dawn (Before Drop and her companions wake up) to enter a half-stocked warehouse, then wait for another thirty minutes until the Ultimate in question makes himself known with a cough.
You nearly flinch as the large-headed, tentacled monstrosity rises up from a spot on the floor you'd sworn had been solid a moment ago.
"Spirit's below!/Lord in Heaven!"
"Vademon. There you are you freaky bastard." Angewomon growls, frowning down at the Ultimate. "You were supposed to be here ten goddamn minutes ago."
"Can't rush work-no-no-no. Was being followed you see? Vademon had to lose them yes-yes." His orbular yellow eyes move independently of each other, carefully scanning the warehouse and each member of your squad. He doesn't blink once and you can't see even an ounce of emotion in them. Just… utter blankness.
"Ergh. And you still talk like that. It creeped me out as a Plotmon and it sure as fuck creeps me out now." The wommon says with a visible shudder.
As a Plotmon?... they met when she was a rookie?
"Checheche." The odd digimon cackles, clearly taking some measure of delight in seeing your superior squirm. "Have the information yes-yes. Ones you seek? They enter north side, late-late-late. Then hunt-hunt in dark, Agent's not safe but Vademon hide-hide yes. Hide and see."
Hunting host Agents?... then that scream. It had to have been one of them. Did… Lunamon help delete them?
"Aw. Shit. That's why the Post didn't have the promised intel last night. Fuck, fuck, goddamn. I thought those assholes were just being lazy. We're going to have to find those Gloaming shitheads some other way."
"I…" You take a single step forward, drawing the unfettering attention of both Vademon's eyes. The slits pulsate within their protective cases, almost like living things themselves.
Focus Verge.
"My nose caught MetalTyrannomon's scent last night. It may be a way to track him down."
And tear him asunder.
"Got a better idea over here. Calamaramon must have a whole buncha resources. Hehe, I bet I could convince yonder maiden to lend us brave heroes assistance." Pit, Beat and yourself all give the wizard a glare, but the mon just shrugs it off, his face still pulled into a confident grin.
It is alright. He must be… joking. He already said he would not do it.
"Ha! As fucking if *Handy*. We're not that desperate yet. And I'm sure the freaky fucking bastard over there would be willing to help-"
"No-no. Not willing, Vademon's contract is done. Answer questions yes-yes, but no investigating. Too much-much-much danger."
"Alright, maybe we are that desperate. But I'll bite, why by the dark-zone are you pussying out? What is it you creepy bastard, do you want more bits? "
"Vademon no like you. Rude-rude, but no. Danger, much, too much danger. Looking for last spy they are. Safer work there is-is."
"I don't think he's willing to help ma'am."
"Geeze you think?"
"I do."
"Not talking to you *Hefty*!" The officer snaps, for a reason you can't discern.
"Vademon." Beat takes one step forward, one hand lazily gripped around the haft of his spear. "The resistance wants Drop gone. Why?"
"Ah, pretty-pretty. Yes Vademon knows. He knows one reason. Old one seeks make much-much wealth from her and others. If they go-go, tourists follow."
"Tourists?" You blink at that odd word, coming up for a blank on what it means.
"He means the fans." Imperius Angewomon explains. "The city states are chock full of bored bastards with nothing to do and too many bits for their own goddamn good. Calamaramon's bringing entertainers over to draw a crowd and make a quick buck."
"Really? It… cannot be that much can it?"
"Ha! Just you wait *Hefty*. This stupid fucking place is going to be packed with a flood of mon in the next couple days. I'd bet the old witch is using it to draw more attention to her auction."
Huh.
"But… we had to charter a ship to get here. How would-"
"There's other boats dumbass. This place is the trade hub for the entire lake and you can bet your ass Hub-City is making a killing sending out ships packed to the brim."
"Ah. My thanks."
That… might explain it? Mayhaps but… wouldn't that require an announcement that she's gone? Is the resistance making moves on all the performers? There is still too much we do not know.
"Ya mentioned others." Sparks.
"Others yes, yes. The King refused, sent metal instead. But Fairy, Noir and Blanc come-come. So many pretti-"
"SistermonNoir is coming?" Pit urgently interrupts, his tusked mouth warping up into a warm smile.
That reaction again… he must really like her music.
"No-no. She here. Not-here-here, but in limits. Arrive this morning yes."
"No fraternizing with the enemy *Muscles*." Your commanding officer orders. "She's still Gloaming, if there weren't orders against it I'd say we take that little bitch the fuck ou-" That is as far the Ultimate gets before the dark building is illuminated in a burst of golden light and a hand wraps tightly around her throat.
"You will not speak of her in that manner, or make threats to her person." Pit snarls, squeezing the other angel's neck hard enough for there to be an audible *pop*.
Spirits below?!
"What the-Lord Pit!"
Angewomon's hand darts low towards the sword on her hip, but the Pidmon snatches that mid-flight crushing the wommon's wrist. HippoGriffomon lunges at your friend, his beak open and ready to strike but your friend wheels your commanders struggling body over to block the assault, causing the feral mon to pull back.
What... what is going on? Devidramon aside, he hasn't react this violently...
You glance over to Beat, but just like Sparks, he's frozen in surprise. Vademon has summoned a gun from somewhere, but he's not pointing it at anymon yet.
"Are. We. Clear?" Your friend *asks* the gurgling Ultimate. The officer struggles for a few seconds more, actively try to kick the Pidmon, but he responds by slamming her into the floor head-first, cracking the thick floor enough for . "Nod if you understand me." Finally the higher ranked angel bobs her head, prompting your friend to let go. With that the golden fires slowly begins to recede, leaving your fellow's wings only slightly smouldering.
"*Cough* What the *cough* shit was that?!" The senior Imperius growls, moving her head to look at your angelic companion. One hand moves to touch her now very bruised throat, while the other wraps around the hilt of her bastard sword.
"I was making myself clear." Pit responds, *staring* the Ultimate down. Several seconds pass in silence, but in the end she's the first mon to look away.
That was…
"Pit. My friend." You state, cautiously moving up stand besides the sitting wommon. "Are you… okay?"
"I am." He half-growls, before whirling on the Vademon, whom flinches back and levels his weapon at the slighlty-smoking angel. "Don't even think about it."
The weapon begins to shake in his grip, but he keeps it trained on the angel.
"Hyuk, hyuk, hyuk! Lord in heaven! I do not seek violence against you. There are just questions left that need answered. And answer you shall!" You're still kinda shocked over what the heck just went down.
"... Vademon listens, he listens well-well."
"I seek knowledge on the factions attempting to overthrow the city's ruler."
"Simple yes-yes. Resistance is much old, but weak. Failed rebellion long-long time past. Leaders made examples of. Some say ate but Vademon not know. Numbers swell-swell again. Supported by mon outside-outside. *Cultists* old one says. Many-many, cannot root out. Planning something soon-soon. Vademon not know what… can he please leave?"
"I give you leave spy. But do not betray us lest the Lord's Wrath fall upon you."
"Yes-yes Vademon sees great one. He say nothing." The Ultimate states hurriedly before bowing to the angel and slinking back down through the opening into the water below.
"... what just occurred?" You murmur, eyeing Pit warily.
"*Cough*. I've got no fucking idea."
Note to self Verge. Do not ever make light of SistermonNoir in front of Pit... or at all lest he find out.
===Choose One:
[] Pit wants to check out SistermonNoir's group. She's technically part of the Gloaming, so talking to her might give your squad a clue. With how he's acted… you're not inclined to disagree.
[] Sparks thinks it would be best to go around the city with Drop and her guards for the rest of the morning and afternoon. The best way to avoid drawing suspicion while trying to search. You think this could be a good way for Pit to calm down.
[] Try and make contact with *The resistance* maybe they'd be willing to help out? Plus Pit does seem to be… persuasive right now. Maybe he could browbeat the mon on the other end to revealing more informtation.
===Stat & Skill Changes
Strength: 4280.00->4294.00
Fortitude: 3330.75->3343.25
Endurance: 3606.50->3618.75
Agility: 3244.75->3255.75
Special: 3761.50->3768.50
Spirit: 3245.00->3254.50
Void-Step: 33/???->34.25/???
===Authors Note… I may have been inspired by the Skaven when writing this guys dialogue.
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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.
=
The good thing about Drop's choice in 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 dinosaur!"
"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-"
"Sparks!" You roar, cutting the ranting wizard off. "I am fine and vengeance will be wrought upon him. But do not waste your energy screaming."
"... what *Scarface* said. We're going to kill that shithead anyway, just fucking calm down and wait."
"Tch. Fine. I'll just grumble to myself then. Spirits-damned pricks."
You wince at the armor digimon's words, knowing that feeling of wrath all too well. Even now you want little more than to rip and tear MetalTyrannomon apart until-
Focus.
"Well… uh." Pit interrupts with a cough. "Comrade Verge, that message you delivered. It's… mostly just re-telling what the Hangyomon informed you, but there's something else at the bottom here." Your angelic friend lifts up the unfurled scroll, showing you its bottom-most contents.
Article: RFWT-34-28-96
Huh. Letters followed by numbers.
"I… do not know what that is."
"Hehehe. I do."
"You do advisor?"
"Yeah I bet he does." Imperius Angewomon scoffs. "It's nerdy shit. A specific radio frequency probably meant to contact that resistance asshole."
"Oh! That makes sense ma'am! I never learned how to read… The-the codes I mean! I learnt how to read digimoji a while back I assure you!"
An odd pause in his sentence.
"You're being oddly defensive *Muscles*. Anything you want to share with the class?"
"No! Lord above there is not!"
Okay… He's acting odd.
"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."
"Heh, sure you will. Come and do your best Prick! I'm standing right here!"
Darnit Sparks!
"Enough friends! We need to figure this mystery out! Not create pointless violence!"
"Tch/Hn."
"But why would the resistance want her gone? Comrade Beat your friend-"
"Grrr." The former Stingmon growls in a distinctly un-insect like fashion.
"-erm, acquaintance, isn't the most threatening."
"Her bodyguard then. That Knightmon is…. strong."
"Yes she is. Fonte defeated me and did not show her true strength."
"Eh, if it is a matter of strength. Could be somethin' unrelated to combat power."
Unrelated to fighting ability?
"Like what?"
"I dunno. Not enough information yet I'm afraid. Heh, don't worry, I'll figure it out."
"Well whatever it is, that shit doesn't matter. We have our mission and we're not listening to some sort of *resistance*. HolyAngemon wants us to kick the ass of whatever Gloaming fucks are here, so that's what we'll do."
"Are you sure we can't help out here ma'am? Maybe if-"
"Shut it *Goody-Two-Shoes*. This city is neutral and that's the way we want it. Getting involved in fucking politics never ends well for soldiers like us. At worst we somehow end up turning this place against the Host. So we're not doing shit, got it?" Her words are… disappointing to say the least. But she has a point, whether you'll be able to stand by however…
That has yet to be seen. Mayhaps we can help in other fashions...
"Y-yes ma'am." Pit sighs with a shake of his head, then turns to regard the other members of your party. "Anyways, friends! Verge's story confirms that while our targets are within the city they are also different than initially reported. Their MetalTyyranomon has undergone some sort of nefarious slide evolution, while the Crescemon is clearly an Ultimate now. But despite those factors I have faith our holy creator will see us pull through should we hold true and persevere."
"Eh, I don't know about that fuckery. But we're not pansies. There's no freaking way I'd cancel a mission over shit this minor. Egh. But I'm tired. Go get some rest freaks. We've got important shit to do in the morning."
"That… sleep sounds good." You nod, eyeing the empty corner opposite of HippoGriffomon. After wandering about the entire day, some rest sounds perfect.
Unfortunately your sleep isn't as pleasant as you hoped. The nightmares of that night so long ago return in full force.
=
The "shit" your leader spoke of turns out to be meeting with a local contact. More specifically, your squad heads out at the crack of dawn (Before Drop and her companions wake up) to enter a half-stocked warehouse, then wait for another thirty minutes until the Ultimate in question makes himself known with a cough.
You nearly flinch as the large-headed, tentacled monstrosity rises up from a spot on the floor you'd sworn had been solid a moment ago.
"Spirit's below!/Lord in Heaven!"
"Vademon. There you are you freaky bastard." Angewomon growls, frowning down at the Ultimate. "You were supposed to be here ten goddamn minutes ago."
"Can't rush work-no-no-no. Was being followed you see? Vademon had to lose them yes-yes." His orbular yellow eyes move independently of each other, carefully scanning the warehouse and each member of your squad. He doesn't blink once and you can't see even an ounce of emotion in them. Just… utter blankness.
"Ergh. And you still talk like that. It creeped me out as a Plotmon and it sure as fuck creeps me out now." The wommon says with a visible shudder.
As a Plotmon?... they met when she was a rookie?
"Checheche." The odd digimon cackles, clearly taking some measure of delight in seeing your superior squirm. "Have the information yes-yes. Ones you seek? They enter north side, late-late-late. Then hunt-hunt in dark, Agent's not safe but Vademon hide-hide yes. Hide and see."
Hunting host Agents?... then that scream. It had to have been one of them. Did… Lunamon help delete them?
"Aw. Shit. That's why the Post didn't have the promised intel last night. Fuck, fuck, goddamn. I thought those assholes were just being lazy. We're going to have to find those Gloaming shitheads some other way."
"I…" You take a single step forward, drawing the unfettering attention of both Vademon's eyes. The slits pulsate within their protective cases, almost like living things themselves.
Focus Verge.
"My nose caught MetalTyrannomon's scent last night. It may be a way to track him down."
And tear him asunder.
"Got a better idea over here. Calamaramon must have a whole buncha resources. Hehe, I bet I could convince yonder maiden to lend us brave heroes assistance." Pit, Beat and yourself all give the wizard a glare, but the mon just shrugs it off, his face still pulled into a confident grin.
It is alright. He must be… joking. He already said he would not do it.
"Ha! As fucking if *Handy*. We're not that desperate yet. And I'm sure the freaky fucking bastard over there would be willing to help-"
"No-no. Not willing, Vademon's contract is done. Answer questions yes-yes, but no investigating. Too much-much-much danger."
"Alright, maybe we are that desperate. But I'll bite, why by the dark-zone are you pussying out? What is it you creepy bastard, do you want more bits? "
"Vademon no like you. Rude-rude, but no. Danger, much, too much danger. Looking for last spy they are. Safer work there is-is."
"I don't think he's willing to help ma'am."
"Geeze you think?"
"I do."
"Not talking to you *Hefty*!" The officer snaps, for a reason you can't discern.
"Vademon." Beat takes one step forward, one hand lazily gripped around the haft of his spear. "The resistance wants Drop gone. Why?"
"Ah, pretty-pretty. Yes Vademon knows. He knows one reason. Old one seeks make much-much wealth from her and others. If they go-go, tourists follow."
"Tourists?" You blink at that odd word, coming up for a blank on what it means.
"He means the fans." Imperius Angewomon explains. "The city states are chock full of bored bastards with nothing to do and too many bits for their own goddamn good. Calamaramon's bringing entertainers over to draw a crowd and make a quick buck."
"Really? It… cannot be that much can it?"
"Ha! Just you wait *Hefty*. This stupid fucking place is going to be packed with a flood of mon in the next couple days. I'd bet the old witch is using it to draw more attention to her auction."
Huh.
"But… we had to charter a ship to get here. How would-"
"There's other boats dumbass. This place is the trade hub for the entire lake and you can bet your ass Hub-City is making a killing sending out ships packed to the brim."
"Ah. My thanks."
That… might explain it? Mayhaps but… wouldn't that require an announcement that she's gone? Is the resistance making moves on all the performers? There is still too much we do not know.
"Ya mentioned others." Sparks.
"Others yes, yes. The King refused, sent metal instead. But Fairy, Noir and Blanc come-come. So many pretti-"
"SistermonNoir is coming?" Pit urgently interrupts, his tusked mouth warping up into a warm smile.
That reaction again… he must really like her music.
"No-no. She here. Not-here-here, but in limits. Arrive this morning yes."
"No fraternizing with the enemy *Muscles*." Your commanding officer orders. "She's still Gloaming, if there weren't orders against it I'd say we take that little bitch the fuck ou-" That is as far the Ultimate gets before the dark building is illuminated in a burst of golden light and a hand wraps tightly around her throat.
"You will not speak of her in that manner, or make threats to her person." Pit snarls, squeezing the other angel's neck hard enough for there to be an audible *pop*.
Spirits below?!
"What the-Lord Pit!"
Angewomon's hand darts low towards the sword on her hip, but the Pidmon snatches that mid-flight crushing the wommon's wrist. HippoGriffomon lunges at your friend, his beak open and ready to strike but your friend wheels your commanders struggling body over to block the assault, causing the feral mon to pull back.
What... what is going on? Devidramon aside, he hasn't react this violently...
You glance over to Beat, but just like Sparks, he's frozen in surprise. Vademon has summoned a gun from somewhere, but he's not pointing it at anymon yet.
"Are. We. Clear?" Your friend *asks* the gurgling Ultimate. The officer struggles for a few seconds more, actively try to kick the Pidmon, but he responds by slamming her into the floor head-first, cracking the thick floor enough for . "Nod if you understand me." Finally the higher ranked angel bobs her head, prompting your friend to let go. With that the golden fires slowly begins to recede, leaving your fellow's wings only slightly smouldering.
"*Cough* What the *cough* shit was that?!" The senior Imperius growls, moving her head to look at your angelic companion. One hand moves to touch her now very bruised throat, while the other wraps around the hilt of her bastard sword.
"I was making myself clear." Pit responds, *staring* the Ultimate down. Several seconds pass in silence, but in the end she's the first mon to look away.
That was…
"Pit. My friend." You state, cautiously moving up stand besides the sitting wommon. "Are you… okay?"
"I am." He half-growls, before whirling on the Vademon, whom flinches back and levels his weapon at the slighlty-smoking angel. "Don't even think about it."
The weapon begins to shake in his grip, but he keeps it trained on the angel.
"Hyuk, hyuk, hyuk! Lord in heaven! I do not seek violence against you. There are just questions left that need answered. And answer you shall!" You're still kinda shocked over what the heck just went down.
"... Vademon listens, he listens well-well."
"I seek knowledge on the factions attempting to overthrow the city's ruler."
"Simple yes-yes. Resistance is much old, but weak. Failed rebellion long-long time past. Leaders made examples of. Some say ate but Vademon not know. Numbers swell-swell again. Supported by mon outside-outside. *Cultists* old one says. Many-many, cannot root out. Planning something soon-soon. Vademon not know what… can he please leave?"
"I give you leave spy. But do not betray us lest the Lord's Wrath fall upon you."
"Yes-yes Vademon sees great one. He say nothing." The Ultimate states hurriedly before bowing to the angel and slinking back down through the opening into the water below.
"... what just occurred?" You murmur, eyeing Pit warily.
"*Cough*. I've got no fucking idea."
Note to self Verge. Do not ever make light of SistermonNoir in front of Pit... or at all lest he find out.
===Choose One:
[] Pit wants to check out SistermonNoir's group. She's technically part of the Gloaming, so talking to her might give your squad a clue. With how he's acted… you're not inclined to disagree.
[] Sparks thinks it would be best to go around the city with Drop and her guards for the rest of the morning and afternoon. The best way to avoid drawing suspicion while trying to search. You think this could be a good way for Pit to calm down.
[] Try and make contact with *The resistance* maybe they'd be willing to help out? Plus Pit does seem to be… persuasive right now. Maybe he could browbeat the mon on the other end to revealing more informtation.
===Stat & Skill Changes
Strength: 4280.00->4294.00
Fortitude: 3330.75->3343.25
Endurance: 3606.50->3618.75
Agility: 3244.75->3255.75
Special: 3761.50->3768.50
Spirit: 3245.00->3254.50
Void-Step: 33/???->34.25/???
===Authors Note… I may have been inspired by the Skaven when writing this guys dialogue.
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[X] Sparks thinks it would be best to go around the city with Drop and her guards for the rest of the morning and afternoon. The best way to avoid drawing suspicion while trying to search. You think this could be a good way for Pit to calm down.
Not drawing as much suspicion and calming pit down convinced me of this one.
Also, a chance to interact with Drop and Fonte.
Not drawing as much suspicion and calming pit down convinced me of this one.
Also, a chance to interact with Drop and Fonte.
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[X] Sparks thinks it would be best to go around the city with Drop and her guards for the rest of the morning and afternoon. The best way to avoid drawing suspicion while trying to search. You think this could be a good way for Pit to calm down.
Reasons the same as Naron.
Reasons the same as Naron.