I mean what's he gonna do, forge them into a literal weapon or something?
Digimon Inheritance: A Heroic Lion's Turbulent Times (Finished)
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Consider who it is, maybe?
Though honestly I kind of expect something worse, like being made into a self aware toilet or something. As shit like that would be both within the ability of Vulcanusmon and be horrible beyond measure to anyone.
Lets hope its not that extreme cuz otherwise I'd be very concerned with the morality of the oath we just made.
Mate, Greek Gods.
What do you expect to happen when they have a revenge boner going and have time to do as they want?
I am much less enthused by the idea of us or the RK's have much contact with these guys.
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I don't think he's gonna kill them. but he'll sure as hell make them wish he had.
Consider how Hephaestus handled Aphrodite's little trysts with Ares. he humiliated the both of them.
Seriously, just read up on how Hephaestus handled most of his problems that weren't just 'how can I make a weapon to kill that there sumbitch over there without gettin' up from where I'm sittin' here?'
Consider how Hephaestus handled Aphrodite's little trysts with Ares. he humiliated the both of them.
Seriously, just read up on how Hephaestus handled most of his problems that weren't just 'how can I make a weapon to kill that there sumbitch over there without gettin' up from where I'm sittin' here?'
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Look we either help them and try to remain neutral/friendly, or we end up getting on their bad side and dealing with them and their followers as well.
I'd rather the later even as Craniumon... only if they do something particularly bad of course.
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Eh I am up for trying to remain neutral/ friendly with some of them.
I mean name a faction that doesn't have powerful jerks.
drexal15
Proud GM
No. A weapon would be useful.
Now, I don't intend to go into deep detail about theoretical torturing, that's really not my thing. Until the punishment does come, just be aware it'll be a fate much worse than simple deletion.
Right my apology work with a faction of powerful jerks without being able to call em on it.
That's about as tastful as one could handle and does fit a greek god.
Well the most useless thing I could think up would be making them into armour for a numemon.
I think that is still all of them, maybe the Host at the very start could have counted but not now.
Which is why I want us to not tolerate that nonsense when we get powerful enough to object violently if it comes down to it.
Edit: Also fun fact we may eventually be able to keep up to 50% of our power when sliding down as a Sov... which would potential put him as being at least as strong as one of the Warrior Ten. Craniumon can also learn to keep 50% but it has less to give so our Ult form would be weaker and it's not mystetic aligned so it will likley be harder.
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And that was Zeus, not known for thinking overmuch about his revenges.
Vulcan/Hephaestus took it to an art, because he was a cripple and frequently humiliated by wife and family.
??? Of Earth: AVALON Reforged
drexal15
Proud GM
Alright, so maybe seeing Repulsa smacked like that is more than a little pleasing, but the emotional high does little to diminish your thoughts. Vulcanusmon proclaimed himself as a member of something called the *Olympus Twelve*, which logically speaking means an organization of some sort. Whether it's made up of Megas, or he's simply its leader isn't clear, but you're inclined to believe the former.
Minervamon mentioned that the smith was her *Uncle* meaning that the others could very well be his siblings or even caretakers. Alas there's just so much you don't know about it, and Vulcanusmon-
"Apologies Vulcanusmon, but I'm curious about that grouping you mentioned when accepting my oath."
"Your curiosity will not be sated. Leave it."
-isn't willing to share details. Disappointing, but then again not exactly unexpected given the smith's nature.
Mrm. Mayhaps Minervamon would be a better suited source for this. Assuming I can get her alone again.
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The *Forge* Vulcanusmon leads you into isn't nearly as grand as you imagined given the sub-level's magma intake pipes. Instead of vast bellows, or a pool of superheated ore, it's just a plain marble room with a single solitary (albeit large) anvil in the center.
"Remove your armor." He orders as the door slams shut behind you. You abide by his decision, but find the act of removing your armor… a little uncomfortable. Without the cuirass and armored plates, you're suddenly far too light. It doesn't help that aside from your mane, most of your hair is now incredibly short, fitting snugly under a tight bodysuit.
Vulcanusmon takes everything from your head guard down to your boots, piles them all on his anvil, and then levels his chest-nozzle on them. You're about to ask what he's doing when an eye-searing white light flares out of the opening and washes over your equipment.
Everything from the *normal* metal of your cuirass to the alloy of your Kuma-Tsume melts under that flame, fading away into nothing more than piles of slag.
Spirits below!
You know that he didn't truly *destroy* them, but… seeing it all get melted like that is just unnerving and-
Hold Verge. Why does my chest feel… oh. It's been split open. When did that happen!?
For some odd reason the sudden gaping cavity in your torso is not strictly painful, it only feels… empty? The reason for that becomes clear as Vulcanusmon holds aloft a large sphere covered in pieces of black and red metal… that now that you think about it is exactly how Bulwark's Data Splicers described your core. At least, before that *Angemon* shattered AVALON.
He took out my core. I'm not dying.
"How-"
"You're still connected to it." The smith replies, stripping off the broken shards from your core's shell. "At my level smithing and trinary are one and the same. Now stay still and don't interrupt unless you're intent on perishing." You close your mouth and go still. This isn't fighting, studying or even digging, you're completely out of your depth here.
It would be best to trust him to carry through Verge.
And so you simply watch as he melts the shards into another pile of slag, then proceeds to cut open your digicore. Immediately your body flinches at the sudden contact, but that's not where it ends. Every single one of Vulcanusmon's arms vanish before your eyes, grabbing strands of data and tugging them free. In moments the room fills up with faintly glowing strands of core data, with his motion only stopping once the entirety of your internal data structure has been removed.
Seeing the inner workings of your being splayed out like this is… strange. Really strange. Blowing your meeting with Minervamon out of the water.
For the very first time you can see how the flowing chains of data are twisted, gnarled and seemingly stitched together from two… make that three different *main* types.
The most prevalent and common grouping is a grey, block-like consistency, that looks to make up roughly two thirds of the various strands. Its course through the air is rough, trying to push forward in a straight line, but being pulled off course by the second attribute. Which brings you to the second grouping.
*Spliced* directly around the *Vaccine Block's* side is a jagged black *Virus chain*, whose texture looks to actually be smooth compared to the former's rough exterior. A faint purple glow wafts from its surface, the exact same shade as your spirit.
There's nearly a dozen different *sub-strands* of each set, but they each follow that same basic pattern.
And interwoven with the two main strands of core data is the third, and smallest patch. For a moment you're reminded of the little *shields* your personal tree made, for that's exactly what the third set looks like, a chain of interlocking shields… or rather mostly interlocking. The once continuous line has been broken, leaving multiple chains with broken ends.
Vulcanusmon observes it all with stoic silence, going over every detail of your core data.
"Impressive work for an amateur." He notes softly, before raising all eight hands once more. The blades, clubs and morningstars have been replaced by plyers and hammers, leaving four sets to each side.
Your body begins to twitch incessantly as the Mega's limbs vanish a second time. The swirling chain of your inner workings become a whirling tornado circling around the room in a blur as Vulcanusmon furiously pulls and hammers at your core-data.
The molten piles of metal that had once been your equipment begin to glow, hastily taking shape once more. Your very bones shake from the pressure and suddenly it feels like Vulcanusmon is pounding you with his hammers. In a way the process hurts… but not in a way you're familiar with. There's no urge to roar in pain or flinch.
It takes sixty-five seconds before Vulcanusmon winds the data strings back inside your core, and another two before the last molten pile flows around it and melds back into a single piece.
-and between blinks you've been made whole.
The wound on your chest is gone, your core is once again thrumming in its usual place, and even your armor has returned to its rightful place. You place a palm against your cuirass in wonder.
Everything feels just… slightly different, better. Your Kuma Tsume, pauldrons and boots are heavier, as they should be. Even your more *normal* armor feels snugger, fitting like it always should have. The only pieces that feels unchanged are your turbines, but then again they don't seem to have a connection with AVALON.
Clearly, trinary manipulation is far more complex and powerful than you believe if it could do all of this.
"Can you feel the shield?"
"A good question…"
Can I? Long has my path traveled without it but… feel it Verge. AVALON… heed my call.
"『God Bless』"
Vulcanusmon's hammers blur towards your face-
-then proceed to bounce off without harming even a single hair. You're halfway through a reflexive block before realizing that A, you'd been too slow to intercept his attack, and B said attack did absolutely nothing.
"Good. My work is done." The Mega grunts, a hint of pride slipping into his tone. "And now for your armor."
"My thanks Vul… my armor?" You give a cursory look over your equipment but it's all there…
Three.
A sudden rush of fatigue rolls over your body, dropping you to knee.
What the… I… I feel like… I've been fighting for… hours. AVALON… spirits below.
Through the sudden haze of tiredness, Vulcanusmon presses something metal into your hand. It takes a few moments for your vision to clear enough for it to be seen.
Come again?
"This is?..."
"Your armor, compressed for ease of transportation."
I see… no. I don't. How… ah, trinary.
"I cannot wear it so… you did this?"
"A correct assumption Chevalier. Now store it and rise."
"Very well…" You take a deep breath, then fight against the weariness to rise back up.
Can I heal?... no. My energy is gone. AVALON used it… then my stamina.
"The first part of our deal has concluded, now listen well." Vulcanusmon orders, growing once again so he can look you straight in the eye. "The thief took my most recent work, a horizontally stacked, short, double-barreled gun. It's small, something only a humanoid digimon of medium size can wield."
"Like an Angemon?"
"... yes." The smith agrees after a moment. "But it's meant for a different type of mon."
===AN: Alright folks. Gotta stop here. Sorry.
Minervamon mentioned that the smith was her *Uncle* meaning that the others could very well be his siblings or even caretakers. Alas there's just so much you don't know about it, and Vulcanusmon-
"Apologies Vulcanusmon, but I'm curious about that grouping you mentioned when accepting my oath."
"Your curiosity will not be sated. Leave it."
-isn't willing to share details. Disappointing, but then again not exactly unexpected given the smith's nature.
Mrm. Mayhaps Minervamon would be a better suited source for this. Assuming I can get her alone again.
=
The *Forge* Vulcanusmon leads you into isn't nearly as grand as you imagined given the sub-level's magma intake pipes. Instead of vast bellows, or a pool of superheated ore, it's just a plain marble room with a single solitary (albeit large) anvil in the center.
"Remove your armor." He orders as the door slams shut behind you. You abide by his decision, but find the act of removing your armor… a little uncomfortable. Without the cuirass and armored plates, you're suddenly far too light. It doesn't help that aside from your mane, most of your hair is now incredibly short, fitting snugly under a tight bodysuit.
Vulcanusmon takes everything from your head guard down to your boots, piles them all on his anvil, and then levels his chest-nozzle on them. You're about to ask what he's doing when an eye-searing white light flares out of the opening and washes over your equipment.
Everything from the *normal* metal of your cuirass to the alloy of your Kuma-Tsume melts under that flame, fading away into nothing more than piles of slag.
Spirits below!
You know that he didn't truly *destroy* them, but… seeing it all get melted like that is just unnerving and-
Hold Verge. Why does my chest feel… oh. It's been split open. When did that happen!?
For some odd reason the sudden gaping cavity in your torso is not strictly painful, it only feels… empty? The reason for that becomes clear as Vulcanusmon holds aloft a large sphere covered in pieces of black and red metal… that now that you think about it is exactly how Bulwark's Data Splicers described your core. At least, before that *Angemon* shattered AVALON.
He took out my core. I'm not dying.
"How-"
"You're still connected to it." The smith replies, stripping off the broken shards from your core's shell. "At my level smithing and trinary are one and the same. Now stay still and don't interrupt unless you're intent on perishing." You close your mouth and go still. This isn't fighting, studying or even digging, you're completely out of your depth here.
It would be best to trust him to carry through Verge.
And so you simply watch as he melts the shards into another pile of slag, then proceeds to cut open your digicore. Immediately your body flinches at the sudden contact, but that's not where it ends. Every single one of Vulcanusmon's arms vanish before your eyes, grabbing strands of data and tugging them free. In moments the room fills up with faintly glowing strands of core data, with his motion only stopping once the entirety of your internal data structure has been removed.
Seeing the inner workings of your being splayed out like this is… strange. Really strange. Blowing your meeting with Minervamon out of the water.
For the very first time you can see how the flowing chains of data are twisted, gnarled and seemingly stitched together from two… make that three different *main* types.
The most prevalent and common grouping is a grey, block-like consistency, that looks to make up roughly two thirds of the various strands. Its course through the air is rough, trying to push forward in a straight line, but being pulled off course by the second attribute. Which brings you to the second grouping.
*Spliced* directly around the *Vaccine Block's* side is a jagged black *Virus chain*, whose texture looks to actually be smooth compared to the former's rough exterior. A faint purple glow wafts from its surface, the exact same shade as your spirit.
There's nearly a dozen different *sub-strands* of each set, but they each follow that same basic pattern.
And interwoven with the two main strands of core data is the third, and smallest patch. For a moment you're reminded of the little *shields* your personal tree made, for that's exactly what the third set looks like, a chain of interlocking shields… or rather mostly interlocking. The once continuous line has been broken, leaving multiple chains with broken ends.
Vulcanusmon observes it all with stoic silence, going over every detail of your core data.
"Impressive work for an amateur." He notes softly, before raising all eight hands once more. The blades, clubs and morningstars have been replaced by plyers and hammers, leaving four sets to each side.
Your body begins to twitch incessantly as the Mega's limbs vanish a second time. The swirling chain of your inner workings become a whirling tornado circling around the room in a blur as Vulcanusmon furiously pulls and hammers at your core-data.
The molten piles of metal that had once been your equipment begin to glow, hastily taking shape once more. Your very bones shake from the pressure and suddenly it feels like Vulcanusmon is pounding you with his hammers. In a way the process hurts… but not in a way you're familiar with. There's no urge to roar in pain or flinch.
It takes sixty-five seconds before Vulcanusmon winds the data strings back inside your core, and another two before the last molten pile flows around it and melds back into a single piece.
-and between blinks you've been made whole.
The wound on your chest is gone, your core is once again thrumming in its usual place, and even your armor has returned to its rightful place. You place a palm against your cuirass in wonder.
Everything feels just… slightly different, better. Your Kuma Tsume, pauldrons and boots are heavier, as they should be. Even your more *normal* armor feels snugger, fitting like it always should have. The only pieces that feels unchanged are your turbines, but then again they don't seem to have a connection with AVALON.
Clearly, trinary manipulation is far more complex and powerful than you believe if it could do all of this.
"Can you feel the shield?"
"A good question…"
Can I? Long has my path traveled without it but… feel it Verge. AVALON… heed my call.
"『God Bless』"
Vulcanusmon's hammers blur towards your face-
-then proceed to bounce off without harming even a single hair. You're halfway through a reflexive block before realizing that A, you'd been too slow to intercept his attack, and B said attack did absolutely nothing.
"Good. My work is done." The Mega grunts, a hint of pride slipping into his tone. "And now for your armor."
"My thanks Vul… my armor?" You give a cursory look over your equipment but it's all there…
Three.
A sudden rush of fatigue rolls over your body, dropping you to knee.
What the… I… I feel like… I've been fighting for… hours. AVALON… spirits below.
Through the sudden haze of tiredness, Vulcanusmon presses something metal into your hand. It takes a few moments for your vision to clear enough for it to be seen.
Come again?
"This is?..."
"Your armor, compressed for ease of transportation."
I see… no. I don't. How… ah, trinary.
"I cannot wear it so… you did this?"
"A correct assumption Chevalier. Now store it and rise."
"Very well…" You take a deep breath, then fight against the weariness to rise back up.
Can I heal?... no. My energy is gone. AVALON used it… then my stamina.
"The first part of our deal has concluded, now listen well." Vulcanusmon orders, growing once again so he can look you straight in the eye. "The thief took my most recent work, a horizontally stacked, short, double-barreled gun. It's small, something only a humanoid digimon of medium size can wield."
"Like an Angemon?"
"... yes." The smith agrees after a moment. "But it's meant for a different type of mon."
===AN: Alright folks. Gotta stop here. Sorry.
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Is... is that Beelzebumon's gun?
Its
*Vaccine Block's*
I guess even he's a bit impressed by Malkimon's work. For a non-god.
Mega's
One of Beelzebmon's shotguns?
As a heads up about something I found out in Discord if too many Oaths break/conflict it hurts Verge and may end in him Dark Digivolving.
If one breaks he gets a smei-perminent debuff in the form of depression.
We should really either be much more careful or stop swearing Oaths before it ends badly.
Edit: Because we are dangeriusly stretching our ability to fulfill a lot of em given our Oath for Sparks wants us to elimate all of the mon responsible for the village massacure including Asuramon who works for Luna... and we are in a neutral faction now on top of that.
Edit 2: Also you remember our oldest Oath to Flamemon? The one about being a hero? Remember how we pushed it a few times like at vortex island.... well I'm pretty sure tracking down a mon and handing them over to a fate worse than deletion is definitely not in agreement with it.
If one breaks he gets a smei-perminent debuff in the form of depression.
We should really either be much more careful or stop swearing Oaths before it ends badly.
Edit: Because we are dangeriusly stretching our ability to fulfill a lot of em given our Oath for Sparks wants us to elimate all of the mon responsible for the village massacure including Asuramon who works for Luna... and we are in a neutral faction now on top of that.
Edit 2: Also you remember our oldest Oath to Flamemon? The one about being a hero? Remember how we pushed it a few times like at vortex island.... well I'm pretty sure tracking down a mon and handing them over to a fate worse than deletion is definitely not in agreement with it.
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I've mentioned this in discord but I suggest the Oath of Damocles.
.... Because really need to start being more careful about these things.
.... Because really need to start being more careful about these things.
- Location
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Plain, albeit.
Vulcanusmon.
Vulcanusmon.
A colored punctuation mark.
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- Earth
The issue with this is that we can not always tell when a decision leads to an Oath. Like with this here; I know drex mentioned it off-handedly on Discord in-between discussions, but the vote itself does not really make it apparent.
That aside, I do not really see any of the Oaths conflicting, and doubt we are going to go without a warning if a path of action leads to getting an Oath that conflicts with those Verge already swore.
I am not going to touch the subject of pushing Verge's oaths, because I feel that is partly why they exist in the first place. So there is actual weight behind a decision for one thing or another that concerns one of those.
This is true, that said I think we'd be better of avoiding ones we know will lead to one for now.
I'm actually working on the charts of the varius Oaths and how they may synergize conflict.... right now the biggest worry is our Oath to flamemon and not being able to ice the last two mon that destroyed our village..... I will point out contradictions with the others later.
I do agree with the warning bit but Verge is devoted enough period that if it comes to a vote like it means that whatever the alternative is its something that Verge would consider breaking an Oath over... or that he'd find fulfulling the Oath extremly distasteful.
This is true, but we've also been making a lot recently... since we've evolved we've gain 3 new major (I'm assuming the Volcanismon one is major) in 2 missions.
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