33rd Of Earth: Sparks' New Master?
drexal15
Proud GM
[] Find him: Sparks is a master of causing trouble. You would trust him with your life... but not with being on his own for the night. For all you know he might try and do something completely ridiculous like attempt to seduce the City's leader... again. Well mayhaps not this leader, but the point still stands.
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Leaving Sparks to his own devices so you can rest is tempting but… you know him too well for that. Given his nature the Wisemon is more or less guaranteed to cause some sort of trouble here.
"You may rest brother, however I intend to search him out."
"Cool. *nom*"
"Why? Are you scared without your friend bro?"
"It is not cowardice, but practicality. He will cause great trouble, of that I am certain."
"Hmph." Thresh grunts in dismissal. "He can't be that bad."
"... you underestimate his potential for havoc."
"Whever Vee." He snorts before looking away and raising one arm. "Hey! Can I get some grub over here!" You send the Demon-Dragon an annoyed glare, then close your eye.
Peace Verge. Calm yourself, concentrate. Find Sparks' presence.
So while Schwartz continues to eat and Thresh gets his meal, you begin sifting through the city's uncountable number of auras. Rookies, Champions and even most of the Ultimates are dismissed out of paw… but that still barely narrows your search down.
For it's not the smaller energies that are making you falter, but the more potent ones. Schwartz alone is a beacon of wrongness amongst the city, however there's also Pit, and what must be a half-dozen other existences of near-equal potency. Your sense has to carefully work through the encompassing auras for the lesser signatures hiding with the echoing power. It is fortunate that Sparks himself is a very powerful Ultimate in his own right, and bears the unique signature of a Legendary Warrior...
Verge, why is his signature right beside that of the main target?... Spirits below, has he been captured? Found out? How?! He didn't even know about their descriptions!
You stand up at the table, accidentally breaking off a chunk of the stone, and turn to your fellows.
"Follow me, now!"
"Verily, lemme just uh… one last mmm, bite…."
"What's the big idea bro?! I haven't eaten yet!"
Halfway out the open doorframe you pause, reach into Gramps' bag then toss a bit chit back towards the table, hopefully enough to pay for your meals.
"I will explain on the way, now follow!"
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The City's streets have somewhat cleared now that nightfall is near, no longer boasting the crowds from before.
"So that Wisermon went and got capiturd?" Thresh huffs as the two of you come to a stop outside a rough-looking rock tavern.
"I think that's what he said? Mmm, I wonder if this place has any good food…"
"Captured. Schwartz, you ate moments ago, and mayhaps we've yet to-" Your words are cut off as the establishment's wall shatters, the screaming form of a MetalGreymon sailing through. You deftly evade to the left, but that leaves Thresh to catch it… with his face. Meaning it bounces off with barely a reaction from your brother.
"Grr? Watch it."
A comparatively diminutive figure swaggers out through the newly created *window* and flings both arms out, causing his feathery white coat to billow.
"A pathetic display for an equally pathetic being." The mon states not so much mockingly, but rather as if stating a mere fact. You narrow an eye at the thin bestial mon. That power around him is... potent, filling the air with constant little bursts of electric current. With strength like that he could very well give PileVolcamon a good fight. So…
Why did he not delete the MetalGreymon?
Your gaze falls to the cyborg in question, whom pushes itself up in front of Thresh and flings its arms to the sides.
"I"ll wipe that smirk off your face creep! Giga Destroyer!" His chest opens up. launching a pair of missiles towards the hopelessly stronger Ultimate… whom doesn't bother reacting as they zoom closer. Even if he won't be harmed, the ensuing blast will surely cause collateral damage. So you start forward ready to intercept the explosives...
Then a very familiar *snap* sounds through the air. Both missiles vanish, and in their place stand a shirtless Wisemon.
"Cease your attack stupid beast! You could not hope to even scratch the great prince's skin! Use your tiny brain for once and abscond while he is still feeling merciful!" His change in manner and demeanor is momentarily shocking… but then you realize what's going on.
Sparks? He's… doing a thing again, isn't he?
"Ragh! Never you bastar-*tink*" He's cut off by the impact of a space-time stone upon his helmet, snatching him out of the server.
"Oohoohoo! Well done, I was not keen on listening to that brute's words any longer."
"As you say oh greatest of princes, I am merely happy to entertain thee."
"Yes, you are most lucky barbarian to be in my presence.." The holy digimon agrees making you want to punch him even more. "And you've done well this night to break my tedium. With such wit I scarcely believe you part of this backwater."
"Truly this pitiful land is undeserving of one such as you to drag it from the muck."
"Your flattery is well received, now what of these cretins?" He continues waving dismissively towards you, Thresh and Schwartz. "Such eyesores your team are." You and Thresh snarl at the pompous figure. The Duskmon walks forward a few steps then waves.
"Hello."
"Tell the savages I have no interest in hearing them speak."
"The greatest of princes does not wish to hear thine prattling! Leave his presence heathens lest you incur his righteous wrath!" Sparks declares, throwing out one arm to summon a wall of fire between your group and the Ultimate.
"Traitrous Wisermon! Imma kill'im!" Thresh bends his legs ready to pounce, but you hold him back with hand. Sparks wouldn't just betray you like this, it has to be something...
There's a message in the wall of azure flames.
"Retreat for now." You mutter darkly. Part of you wants to strangle the Wisemon for this however… you grudgingly, very grudgingly trust him. He has to be doing this for a reason, some sort of plan.
That said you're going to punch him once this is all over.
"I don't get it."
"Grr, neither do I. But whever, I wanna nap."
===AN: Next half should be shorter and hopefully be up in the next half hour.
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Leaving Sparks to his own devices so you can rest is tempting but… you know him too well for that. Given his nature the Wisemon is more or less guaranteed to cause some sort of trouble here.
"You may rest brother, however I intend to search him out."
"Cool. *nom*"
"Why? Are you scared without your friend bro?"
"It is not cowardice, but practicality. He will cause great trouble, of that I am certain."
"Hmph." Thresh grunts in dismissal. "He can't be that bad."
"... you underestimate his potential for havoc."
"Whever Vee." He snorts before looking away and raising one arm. "Hey! Can I get some grub over here!" You send the Demon-Dragon an annoyed glare, then close your eye.
Peace Verge. Calm yourself, concentrate. Find Sparks' presence.
So while Schwartz continues to eat and Thresh gets his meal, you begin sifting through the city's uncountable number of auras. Rookies, Champions and even most of the Ultimates are dismissed out of paw… but that still barely narrows your search down.
For it's not the smaller energies that are making you falter, but the more potent ones. Schwartz alone is a beacon of wrongness amongst the city, however there's also Pit, and what must be a half-dozen other existences of near-equal potency. Your sense has to carefully work through the encompassing auras for the lesser signatures hiding with the echoing power. It is fortunate that Sparks himself is a very powerful Ultimate in his own right, and bears the unique signature of a Legendary Warrior...
Verge, why is his signature right beside that of the main target?... Spirits below, has he been captured? Found out? How?! He didn't even know about their descriptions!
You stand up at the table, accidentally breaking off a chunk of the stone, and turn to your fellows.
"Follow me, now!"
"Verily, lemme just uh… one last mmm, bite…."
"What's the big idea bro?! I haven't eaten yet!"
Halfway out the open doorframe you pause, reach into Gramps' bag then toss a bit chit back towards the table, hopefully enough to pay for your meals.
"I will explain on the way, now follow!"
=
The City's streets have somewhat cleared now that nightfall is near, no longer boasting the crowds from before.
"So that Wisermon went and got capiturd?" Thresh huffs as the two of you come to a stop outside a rough-looking rock tavern.
"I think that's what he said? Mmm, I wonder if this place has any good food…"
"Captured. Schwartz, you ate moments ago, and mayhaps we've yet to-" Your words are cut off as the establishment's wall shatters, the screaming form of a MetalGreymon sailing through. You deftly evade to the left, but that leaves Thresh to catch it… with his face. Meaning it bounces off with barely a reaction from your brother.
"Grr? Watch it."
A comparatively diminutive figure swaggers out through the newly created *window* and flings both arms out, causing his feathery white coat to billow.
![](https://wikimon.net/images/5/51/Aegiochusmon_holy.jpg)
"A pathetic display for an equally pathetic being." The mon states not so much mockingly, but rather as if stating a mere fact. You narrow an eye at the thin bestial mon. That power around him is... potent, filling the air with constant little bursts of electric current. With strength like that he could very well give PileVolcamon a good fight. So…
Why did he not delete the MetalGreymon?
Your gaze falls to the cyborg in question, whom pushes itself up in front of Thresh and flings its arms to the sides.
"I"ll wipe that smirk off your face creep! Giga Destroyer!" His chest opens up. launching a pair of missiles towards the hopelessly stronger Ultimate… whom doesn't bother reacting as they zoom closer. Even if he won't be harmed, the ensuing blast will surely cause collateral damage. So you start forward ready to intercept the explosives...
Then a very familiar *snap* sounds through the air. Both missiles vanish, and in their place stand a shirtless Wisemon.
"Cease your attack stupid beast! You could not hope to even scratch the great prince's skin! Use your tiny brain for once and abscond while he is still feeling merciful!" His change in manner and demeanor is momentarily shocking… but then you realize what's going on.
Sparks? He's… doing a thing again, isn't he?
"Ragh! Never you bastar-*tink*" He's cut off by the impact of a space-time stone upon his helmet, snatching him out of the server.
"Oohoohoo! Well done, I was not keen on listening to that brute's words any longer."
"As you say oh greatest of princes, I am merely happy to entertain thee."
"Yes, you are most lucky barbarian to be in my presence.." The holy digimon agrees making you want to punch him even more. "And you've done well this night to break my tedium. With such wit I scarcely believe you part of this backwater."
"Truly this pitiful land is undeserving of one such as you to drag it from the muck."
"Your flattery is well received, now what of these cretins?" He continues waving dismissively towards you, Thresh and Schwartz. "Such eyesores your team are." You and Thresh snarl at the pompous figure. The Duskmon walks forward a few steps then waves.
"Hello."
"Tell the savages I have no interest in hearing them speak."
"The greatest of princes does not wish to hear thine prattling! Leave his presence heathens lest you incur his righteous wrath!" Sparks declares, throwing out one arm to summon a wall of fire between your group and the Ultimate.
"Traitrous Wisermon! Imma kill'im!" Thresh bends his legs ready to pounce, but you hold him back with hand. Sparks wouldn't just betray you like this, it has to be something...
There's a message in the wall of azure flames.
Sorry 'bout that Verge. Gatherin' intel, will talk later. Kinda need to trick these guys, so I'm goin' along with them tonight. Don't worry, this prick thinks I'm defecting to his side. Seeya tomorrow.
"Retreat for now." You mutter darkly. Part of you wants to strangle the Wisemon for this however… you grudgingly, very grudgingly trust him. He has to be doing this for a reason, some sort of plan.
That said you're going to punch him once this is all over.
"I don't get it."
"Grr, neither do I. But whever, I wanna nap."
===AN: Next half should be shorter and hopefully be up in the next half hour.
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