"Ugh…" Sparks floats up, one hand rubbing at the spot where his head hit the ground. More for effect than anything else, there's no way a fall could actually hurt him.
"Ten damnit, that crazy witch's even better at this than I thought." With that bit of grumbling done, the Wisemon turns his attention your way.
"All right, what did ya learn?"
"I…" You trail off still shook by the experience, unsure how to explain the day's events. In the end you settle for something short and truthful. "I learned a great deal."
"Tch, can't ya be more vague somehow?"
An odd question but…
"I learned some… things?"
"... wasn't speakin' literally-bah whatever." The wizard shrugs and throws a look Warren's way, the AtlurKabuterimon only now managing to shake off his confusion.
"Oi, the two of us need to speak privately. Would ya mind giving us some space?"
"Sparks this is Warren's home, we're the ones intruding."
"And?"
"It's… fine Verge, this is a private matter and you're guests." The insect digimon reassures you before grimacing. "I am unsure what happened, but it's not his place to interfere with Lady Malkimon's business." With that he scuttles back into the burrow's main chamber.
He knew that was Malkimon?... how-no matter.
You take a deep breath, turn to Sparks and begin briefing him on the day's events.
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"Spirits below…" Sparks lets out a huff and sinks down to the floor, all traces of humour gone from his person.
"First Mercuremon now, this. We're… we're pretty friggen' messed up, ain't we?"
"Aye."
"Well… er, at least you're not the Slayer." He points out, forcing a smile onto his face.
"That's one worry off your mind, eh?"
"Aye. I suppose so." Though the truth isn't much better than you actually being that slaughtering monster's reincarnation. "Malkimon is a villain, as was my… other progenitor. Shujin… Shuzen?"
"Sounds like different pronunciations to me."
"Mayhaps… My other parent was the friend of Astamon and chose to serve Daemon. The fact that my data came from such beings is…"
"As I said, friggen'. Messed Up."
"Mhrm."
"Eh, don't worry about it." The Wisemon says with a dismissive flick of his hand.
"So what if you were made from the data of two jackasses? That crap doesn't mean anything now." You blink at that, and remain unmoving as he floats up and raps his metal knuckles against your forehead protector.
Come again?
"You're Verge now, not Vergil. And you're one of the few pricks on this server that's actually a good mon. Just like how I'm not that sonuvabitch Mercuremon."
That is-what he's saying… he's right. I knew it before but…
As the moments pass you feel the barest hint of a laugh rises up from your chest, just a little "Zehaha" as you nod.
"It's as you say my friend. I… you have my thanks for those words."
"Yep, I'm pret-tee awesome." The Wisemon chuckles, before floating down onto your shoulder.
"Oh yeah, and now that we know The Slayer, I've got a guess about Baromon's prophecy."
"You do? I admit that I have little idea of what it could mean."
"Well it's just a shot in the dark, but I think he might be coming for that sword Malkimon mentioned."
"Shot in the dark?" You murmur confusedly. "Why would-"
"Tch that's a fancy phrase for guessing."
Ah, right.
"A reasonable idea." After all if you're remembering correctly, Sorcerymon mentioned that Malkimon's blade had been responsible for landing the slaying blow on Megidramon. Therefore the blade must be a very powerful weapon indeed.
"Hrm, wonder if your mom'll let me examine it if you asked. Heh, seems like she wants to make up for being such a crappy parent." That earns him a blank stare.
"... do you not remember my description of her departure?" You pause, realizing that he indeed
does remember due to being a Wisemon. "And what's more Malkimon is a villain, to ask her for anything would be…"
I've survived without her assistance so far. Malkimon's only assistance has been by innate potential. Our meeting here does not change that, and I can continue living bereft of her help.
"Tch, don't be like that Verge. Your *mother* is the only Mega-Caster around. High programming aside, she's got the best potions and poisons around. Just think of how useful that crazy witch could be."
Potions? I don't think I've seen those before no matter. Asking my friends or Leopardmon for assistance is difficult enough, but an evil digimon like-
You freeze mid thought.
Aside from High Programming… Malkimon is also an expert on
Trinary, second only to Vulcanusmon.
And that field includes data splicing.
"Er, are ya okay there Verge?" Frigimon's injuries are something only extensive splicing can heal. You'd been intending to win this tourney in order to pay for the procedure but…
Could I… ask Malkimon to help instead? What's more, can I risk it?
=== Choose One
[] No, you can't put Frigimon's life in an evil digimon's hands even if said mon is your progenitor. You already have a plan, and you'll stick to it.
[] This could be a guaranteed and fast way for Frigimon to be healed… despite your better judgement, you'll ask Malkimon about getting the Caretaker's legs fixed.
-[]... but that's it.
-[]... and while you're at you… guess you could ask aboutt he whole, potions thing.
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Following your conclusion Sparks shrugs, then changes the subject.
"Anyway, I heard about *Boy's* matches." The Demon-Man murmurs, pulling down his hood to reveal an eager,
very punchable-looking grin.
"Think I'm gonna take him down a peg or two in a good ole' fistfight, hehehe… for his own good of course."
Down a peg? Wha's-ah I think that means beating him up. Using lightning or fire would be one thing, but fighting Deimos with only his fists?
"I already spoke with him on the subject." You point out. Although… "I will not try and stop you, however be warned. Without the ability to teleport you're far more vulnerable. Given his skill, and your handicap he could very well defeat you."
In fact, I would believe he'd win with ease given how Beat handled Sparks.
"Aaaw, it's adorable that you think that." He drawls, giving you a little pat on the side of the head. You have to wrestle down the inclination to punch, or at least flick him.
"Trust me Verge I may not be a fancy martial artist like you, but *Boy*? He doesn't stand a chance."
Is Sparks underestimating Deimos? Or am I underestimating him?
"Very well, if you're sure… now I must ask. Why were those Wisemon glaring your way?" You pause a moment, recalling the recent memory. "And I would know why two Megas were glaring at Madame Calamaramon."
"Oh yeah, heheh. Now there's a couple of funny stories Verge. Ya see-"
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AN: And with this I'm back!... again. RL happened and writing this got away from me. Side note, depression really sucks 
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