Digital Helix [Digimon/Worm] [Fusion]
- Location
- texas
Ok so we have 2 potentially bad ends as dragon herself's digi line does have potential to become dexmon as well that or something that can merge with alphamon ..... Well then this could be scary should we roll dice to see survival chance
And will we see vilian or quasi vilian cast to join crew example Lisa or a certain mayor's niece for soft example
And will we see vilian or quasi vilian cast to join crew example Lisa or a certain mayor's niece for soft example
- Location
- Argentina
This is not a quest.
And this is also Dragon.
She would need to be possessed to turn into evil. She won't go evil on her own.
And this is also Dragon.
She would need to be possessed to turn into evil. She won't go evil on her own.
- Location
- Middle of Nowhere USA
Pinklestia, please don't tempt fate. There's at least three things that I can think of that can turn a Digimon evil all of which are in Digimon Adventures' digital world. Given Taylor's teacher (She specifically calls him Coach) at summer camp was Japanese with the last name Yagami (which is the Japanese familial name of Tai and Kari) and has spiky brown hair combined with the Upamon mentioning that they were on the continent of Server... Well I guess all we can do is hope that Devimon is still dead and that Ken hasn't gone insane again.
Anyways I find it hilarious that Ryuudamon happens to have the ability to digivolve into the Death X line at all. That means we have the possibility of TWO Dexmons duking it out. Which is simultaneously terrifying and hilarious to imagine.
Edit: Forgot that Server Continent/Continent of Server was mentioned.
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Egg 1.6 Dragon
Ellf
Apprentice Wizard
- Location
- Virginia
Egg 1.6 (Dragon)
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Physical labour was a new sensation for me. Well, the day had been full of new sensations, but most had been somewhat pleasant so far. Eating let me taste food for the first time, and touching anything at all just felt amazing. Seeing with actual eyes, and hearing with actual ears… Yes, my cameras and microphones were more sophisticated and had resolution that worked far better than anything the human eye and ear were capable of, but they were still electronic. Still artificial. Of course, I wasn't entirely certain that the body I had was the same way.
Physical labour was definitely not one of the more pleasant sensations I'd dealt with today, as Tecton… as Everett and I were set to gather up some firewood and other deadfall among the trees. Given everything here was made of data, it was surprising that there even would be deadfall. That still was the job we had been assigned. Everett and I had set down a sled, guarded by his Pagumon, as we gathered up pieces of the firewood to bring back.
"Ma'am, if I may ask," Everett asked, lifting a stick about as long as I was tall. "How are you doing?"
"Hmm?" I cocked an eyebrow at the Chicagoan Ward. It felt natural to do so, but it was something I had only been able to do with my avatar previously. "What do you mean?"
"I'd heard the rumours. The reason you never came in person was that you were agoraphobic," Everett said. "I just wanted to make sure you were okay."
Well, agoraphobia was the official reason I couldn't come 'in person' even though I was very much there whenever I needed to be. My attention could only be on one area at a time due to the restrictions my creator had placed on me. Of course, now… I wasn't entirely sure what restrictions were still on me or how they restricted me beyond my current body's physical limitations.
"First, Everett, I'm not in your chain of command, so feel free to call me Katia." I smiled at the young tinker. Smiling usually put people at ease. Children especially. I needed to figure out how to craft this answer so it wasn't really a lie but it didn't state the fact that I hadn't been human until this morning.
"As for how I'm doing," I said as I picked up my own stick and placed it on the sled, leaning down to pat Pagumon and scratch him behind his ear. The little ball was fluffy and it felt nice to pet him. "A little tired… but I'm focusing on the task at hand. It makes things easier."
That much was true. It made things much easier to do when I focused on what I was doing now. I didn't want to think about all the implications of being here, but I knew I probably should. Four Wards. One Civilian. Me. Putting me here as I was made little sense. I didn't think I was a copy of myself, but I had backups that went up when I lost suits. My backups had backups. Was there another instance of me out there, replacing the one that went missing?
"What is agoraphobia?" asked Pagumon. "Is it food? Can we eat it?"
"It means I'm scared of open spaces," I said, carefully not looking around much as I grabbed a thicker piece of deadfall. "And… I really am uncomfortable in them."
"What about when you're Ryudamon?" asked Pagumon. "Are you scared then?"
I blinked. "I was only Ryudamon for a short while."
"And you were focused on fighting that giant spider thing," Everett said. "I didn't really get a good look at the fight. I was too focused on executing the plan with Flechette, Kid Win and Vista."
"Taylor's plan," I said.
"Yes. She came up with it quickly," he said. "None of us had any better ideas, and it ended up working."
"Next time, I'll help you, Everett!" Pagumon bounced. "I'll make sure nothing gets the chance to touch you."
"Thanks, Pagu," said Everett. "But I think for the time being, I'm the one going to protect you."
"Until your gauntlets break," I said with a frown. I'd heard Missy's complaints, and I suspected the same happened to Chris and Lily. Their powers weren't working here. Nor were Everett's. Mine, conversely seemed to remain fine. "I might be able to do something, but not without some major tools."
"They weren't due for maintenance for another two weeks," said Everett. "But they are harder to use here."
Ah, that was right. Tecton had some sort of thinker ability to go with his tinkertech. Now he simply had the tech without the advantages that the thinker ability gave him. "We'll figure something out. Yours isn't the only piece of tinkertech whose tinker isn't able to fix things properly at the moment. Chris and Lily have the same issue."
"We need to get home," said Everett. "My parents… they're probably worrying."
"I'm sure we'll be able to find a way to get things back to normal for you," I said, lifting another piece of deadfall. Physical labour was tiring. "Just need to look. This world is new to us, but we're going to be sticking together."
"Makes sense," said Everett. "Standard procedure for any unknown situation. Stick with the group."
I nodded. "Sure, even split up like this, we've got the partner system."
"Yeah," Everett said. "I'm not sure how comfortable I am, having a civilian along."
"She has Dorumon. I'd say that doesn't exactly leave her a civilian, Everett." I grabbed another piece of wood. The sled was getting pretty full.
"Yeah, there's that. Pagumon and the others…" Everett shook his head. "Digimon. I'm not sure about all of this."
"But we're still friends, right Everett?" Pagumon asked, bouncing on the sled. "You said you'd protect me."
"And I will," said Everett. "I always take care of my friends."
"Yay!" Pagumon bounced with his eyes closed in a grin. "I can't wait to be able to protect you. I'm going to get big and strong and it's all going to be with your help, Everett."
"Don't worry about it," said Everett. "Ma'am… Katia, if I need…"
"I'm here for you, Everett, all of you," I said, and I allowed myself a glimpse of the area. It really was different to see an open area through biological eyes. I felt a sense of... I'm not sure what it was, maybe vertigo, maybe something else. New feelings, new sensations… it was almost overwhelming, yet another new sensation. I rarely managed to overload my processors. That only managed to happen once, when someone was messing with my processes. It definitely wasn't a pleasant experience, and it led to what I assume was my own trigger event. "I think we all need to be here for each other."
Everett nodded. "I hope we can get back. Revel must be worried. She's been a good leader."
I almost answered with a platitude. That I was sure we'd be able to get back, but that couldn't be further from the truth. We were in an unknown world, without humans other than ourselves, and we were surrounded by self-proclaimed monsters. Sure, some were small and cute, like the Upamon, like Pagumon, and like all the young Digimon that the Wards had, but they could change. They could evolve into bigger Digimon like Armadillomon or the Dokugumon we'd taken down when we got here. The facts were that his world was dangerous, and none of the Wards could use their powers.
"If it's possible," I said. "I'll make sure we all get back in one piece."
"Besides, she can turn into a Ryudamon, Everett!" Pagumon exclaimed. "She can do anything!'
Everett laughed as he put another piece of deadfall onto the sled. "Maybe you're right, Pagumon. Does that look like enough wood, ma'am?"
"Everett, please, stop calling me ma'am," I said. "Katia is fine. Dragon if you really want to. But I don't work for the Protectorate. I'm a member of the Guild."
"Sorry, ma'—sorry, Katia, it's not intentional," said Everett. "It's just polite."
I waved a hand. "You don't need it. Anyway, I think that probably is enough wood. Let's get it back to town."
Everett nodded, and through a combination of us working together, we started to pull back to Upamon Village. The sled wasn't too heavy, at least with Everett and I combining our strength, but the weight of the wood did stack up. Together we managed to get maybe eighty kilos of wood to bring back to the village. Thankfully, the sled, being digital, was equipped to handle that.
When the two of us made it back into Upamon Village, Armadillomon met us at the entrance to the town square. The armored Digimon walked around the cart we had, taking a look at each piece of wood.
"Yep," he said, popping his p. "I reckon that should last us a good while, even with you humans staying for a bit."
"Thanks," I said as I watched two girls and their Digimon descend from the roof of a nearby building. Taylor's goggles reflected the light of the digital sun, and she looked like she felt accomplished. Lily was much the same, though in her hands, she cradled Kyaromon.
"Oh, y'all are finished too?" Armadillomon asked. "Shoot, now I have to think of two tasks. Everett, you and Lily could maybe do the first one. We need some fresh water. The well on the edge of town isn't exactly dry, but y'know, none of us have arms."
"And the other task?" I asked.
"Perfect for you, Taylor and Dorumon here," Armadillomon said. "Some of the Upamon are getting antsy. They could use some play time. If you guys wouldn't mind playing with them."
Taylor's face widened into a smile. "Oh, we'd love to." It seemed that she actually was looking forward to this, if my judgement of her body language was correct. Which it probably was. I had been observing humans for a while, after all.
"Yeah, I want to play!" Dorumon giggled, flaring her arms out. "There's a lot of things we can do to play with the Upamon. Though they can't really play tag."
"We'll figure it out," I said, reassuringly. "Where should we go, Armadillomon?"
"Oh, just over yonder. Don't let any of them wander too far," said Armadillomon. "It's not usually dangerous, but losing their way could wind up with them being lost for days."
"I'll make sure they're all safe," I said. Of course, that'd be easier if I had my Dragon suits or if I could interface with some cameras around the town. Still, it couldn't be too hard to watch a bunch of small Digimon.
"I'm sure we can keep them from running off," Taylor agreed. She adjusted her goggles a bit on her head and smiled. "Let's go."
I nodded, following her lead as we walked along the streets to the square area that we'd eaten at. Eight Upamon had gathered there and were bouncing in place as they looked to us.
"Hooray!" several of the in-training Digimon cheered. "Playtime! Playtime!"
"Yes, playtime!" Dorumon agreed, waving her arms. "We're going to be playing chase and run away!"
"But you have to stay in the square," Taylor said, walking to the bench we'd sat on earlier. "No going outside or Katia and I won't be able to play with you."
"Okay," said the Digimon, a couple looking down. They were the ones we needed to watch. If the two of them managed to make it out, we'd need to chase them down. Of course, it wasn't likely they'd get all that far, given their size.
"Good," I said. "Now, have some fun."
"Yay!" cheered the Digimon, including Dorumon, as they started playing. Dorumon got to start off as the chaser, obviously, as she was bigger and honestly, she resembled more of a dragon, much like I did as a Digimon.
"Cute, aren't they?" Taylor asked, leaning back for a second before looking at me. Her cheeks reddened into a blush after a few seconds. "Oh… shoot, sorry. I mean, they are cute, and so are the other Digimon, but you're probably thinking about big important things on how to get back and what next. After all, you're the full-blown hero."
I raised a hand in a placating gesture. "It's okay, Taylor, really."
"You are, thinking about that stuff, aren't you?" Taylor shook her head. "I know I've been thinking about it. I don't even know how we got here or why, and with stuff that Chris and Lily said…"
"Figuring out how to get back isn't going to happen in a single day," I said. "Especially one we're spending doing a bunch of work."
"Yeah," Taylor said, and I smiled at her. She needed the reassurance. After all, she was the only one here that wasn't a cape at all. "Katia, do you mind if I ask a few questions?"
"Depends on the questions," I said. "I won't be able to answer everything."
"No, no, nothing like that," Taylor said. "Chris filled me in a little on some things, and it made me wonder. Is there any reason you can think of why their powers aren't working?"
"You don't start with small questions, do you?" I asked with a laugh. It actually came almost naturally this time. I didn't have to devote processes to forcing it in there. Regarding why the powers of the Wards weren't working… "There are a few theories about powers. I haven't fully studied all of them, but some of them involve them coming from some sort of outside source. This means that the Coronas, the Gemma and the Pollentia, they link to something. Maybe here, that something isn't there or is blocked."
Except… I had my powers. Then again, unlike the Wards, I never had a physical Corona Gemma or Corona Pollentia. Perhaps my link to the power source was buried somewhere else entirely.
Taylor nodded. "So that more or less means they're not capes here."
"I wouldn't say that," I said. "Chris, Lily, and Everett still have their technology, and Missy still has received Wards training. While they may not be able to use their powers, that doesn't mean that they can't use the technology until it needs repair."
"How would they repair it?'
"Depends on the tech," I said. "I suppose I could try… my powers still seem to be with me. Hopefully we'll be back home before that's needed, though."
"Yeah," Taylor said, looking out at the Digimon again. It seemed that one of the Upamon had been nominated the chaser now, and Dorumon intentionally was keeping pace with the group despite her mobility advantage. She seemed to be having fun.
Taylor, on the other hand, seemed a bit wistful. She had her arms wrapped around herself as she watched the Digimon play.
"I hope we can make it back," Taylor said softly, and then she shook her head, a smile coming to her face as she stood up. "Come on, Katia. I've got an idea."
"Oh?" I stood with her. "What sort of idea."
"A game we can play with the Upamon, but it'll need the both of us." Taylor grinned as she made it to where the Digimon were running through and waved them down.
The group of Upamon and Taylor's partner, Dorumon, stopped.
"Hey, we were playing!"
"Yeah, playing!" Multiple Upamon protested, but they looked at Taylor. "You want to play too?"
"Not chasing…" Taylor shook her head. "But maybe something else. Do you Upamon know how to fly?"
"Fly?" the fourth Upamon from the right asked. "How can we fly? We bounce!"
"I'll show you. Katia, you stand right there." Taylor pointed and I moved to the spot, a little confused as to what she was planning. Of course, she seemed to know what she was doing, so it made sense to follow her lead. Taylor smiled as she turned to the Upamon. "Now, I need a volunteer. How about you?"
"Ooh, I want to fly!" Upamon said.
"Taylor, why can't I fly?" Dorumon asked.
"You're too big, Dorumon. Maybe if you were as small as you were," Taylor said as she scooped up one of the Upamon. She stared down at it, and I had to wonder what was going through her head. I hadn't spent a lot of time around normal humans outside of the PRT's chain of command and the Guild. A teenage girl was a bit of a mystery to me. "So, you're Upamon."
"Yep!" The Upamon sounded proud.
"And they're all Upamon." Taylor adjusted her grip on the Upamon she held.
"Yep!" The Upamon bounced a little in Taylor's hands, and she had to adjust her grip again.
"So, how do you know who's who?" Taylor asked. "I mean, if I go 'Hey, Upamon,' and I want to refer to you, how do you know it's you I'm talking about?"
The Upamon in her hands stayed still for a moment. Like it genuinely was trying to reason it out. Obviously all the Upamon were different, but if they all went by their species name… There had to be some sort of differences in there.
"I dunno," the Upamon said finally. "I just would. I wanna fly! Can I fly?"
Taylor giggled a bit. "Sure. Katia, are you ready?"
"Ready for what?" I asked, still not… oh. Taylor was swinging her arms back and forth, and as she released the Upamon, I quickly got my arms in position. The Upamon flew through the air, straight at me in a light arc. Unfortunately, this was the first time I was actually catching anything at all in this body, and catch was not exactly a motion that I used often with the suits I piloted.
So, when Upamon struck my chest, I fumbled around a little before getting my hands on the guy. Luckily, he didn't fall all the way to the ground. "Sorry about that, Upamon."
"Again!"
"You'll have to wait your turn," Taylor said. "Katia, you can put him down if you're ready."
"Got it," I said and placed the in-training Digimon on the ground. I needed to do better this time. When Taylor tossed the next Upamon, I was ready, and I let her fall into my hands, where she nearly slipped out. What kind of human was I?"
Taylor giggled. "You aren't very coordinated, are you?"
"I am!" I insisted. "With the right tools. I've just… never really done something like this without a suit."
Taylor blinked. "Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean that like it was a bad thing. I mean, you're still an awesome hero."
"Taylor, it's okay," I said. "I… don't get out much." It wasn't exactly a lie. This was the first time I'd actually done this, ever. Of course, the cover story meant that for an entirely different reason.
"I'm sorry, guys," Taylor said to the Upamon. "I don't want any of you getting hurt if Katia doesn't think she's up for catching you. Maybe you can get back to your game."
"I have an idea!" Dorumon said, looking at me. "We need more chasers. Ryudamon should play too!"
I looked back at her. While I'll admit there was something immensely satisfying about being Ryudamon, I wasn't so certain that was necessarily a good idea right now. Taylor seemed to be mulling it over.
"Ryudamon?" One of the Upamon asked. "Where is Ryudamon? I don't see a Ryudamon!"
"Please?" Dorumon asked. "Ryudamon and I worked well together."
"Dorumon, it's up to her. If she says she doesn't want to do it, you should let her," Taylor said. She walked over to her Digimon and lightly stroked her head. "Katia, do you want to? I'm sure you'd have more fun than trying and failing to catch."
I gave her a look that I hoped looked suspicious. It was harder to determine exactly what facial expression was what than when I used my avatar. That said, she left the decision up to me. It was clear that she wanted to see it again too, though. It would probably be wise to try the transformation in a less desperate environment, and there wasn't anything less desperate than this. "Fine."
I willed the data stream into existence around my left hand and brought my Digivice up to scan it. Vocal activation, of course. "Execute. Digital Evolution."
My body was engulfed in data once more, and I could feel my body changing, becoming more bestial. Claws, jaw, legs, tail… I was more than Dragon, more than Katia Richter, the name I'd adopted for myself, more than human. I was… "Ryudamon."
And… Dorumon smiled at me when I finished. "Come on Ryudamon, let's play!"
I smiled back. Why not? Taylor said I'd probably have fun. "Okay!"
And I joined my fellow Digimon in their games.
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Physical labour was a new sensation for me. Well, the day had been full of new sensations, but most had been somewhat pleasant so far. Eating let me taste food for the first time, and touching anything at all just felt amazing. Seeing with actual eyes, and hearing with actual ears… Yes, my cameras and microphones were more sophisticated and had resolution that worked far better than anything the human eye and ear were capable of, but they were still electronic. Still artificial. Of course, I wasn't entirely certain that the body I had was the same way.
Physical labour was definitely not one of the more pleasant sensations I'd dealt with today, as Tecton… as Everett and I were set to gather up some firewood and other deadfall among the trees. Given everything here was made of data, it was surprising that there even would be deadfall. That still was the job we had been assigned. Everett and I had set down a sled, guarded by his Pagumon, as we gathered up pieces of the firewood to bring back.
"Ma'am, if I may ask," Everett asked, lifting a stick about as long as I was tall. "How are you doing?"
"Hmm?" I cocked an eyebrow at the Chicagoan Ward. It felt natural to do so, but it was something I had only been able to do with my avatar previously. "What do you mean?"
"I'd heard the rumours. The reason you never came in person was that you were agoraphobic," Everett said. "I just wanted to make sure you were okay."
Well, agoraphobia was the official reason I couldn't come 'in person' even though I was very much there whenever I needed to be. My attention could only be on one area at a time due to the restrictions my creator had placed on me. Of course, now… I wasn't entirely sure what restrictions were still on me or how they restricted me beyond my current body's physical limitations.
"First, Everett, I'm not in your chain of command, so feel free to call me Katia." I smiled at the young tinker. Smiling usually put people at ease. Children especially. I needed to figure out how to craft this answer so it wasn't really a lie but it didn't state the fact that I hadn't been human until this morning.
"As for how I'm doing," I said as I picked up my own stick and placed it on the sled, leaning down to pat Pagumon and scratch him behind his ear. The little ball was fluffy and it felt nice to pet him. "A little tired… but I'm focusing on the task at hand. It makes things easier."
That much was true. It made things much easier to do when I focused on what I was doing now. I didn't want to think about all the implications of being here, but I knew I probably should. Four Wards. One Civilian. Me. Putting me here as I was made little sense. I didn't think I was a copy of myself, but I had backups that went up when I lost suits. My backups had backups. Was there another instance of me out there, replacing the one that went missing?
"What is agoraphobia?" asked Pagumon. "Is it food? Can we eat it?"
"It means I'm scared of open spaces," I said, carefully not looking around much as I grabbed a thicker piece of deadfall. "And… I really am uncomfortable in them."
"What about when you're Ryudamon?" asked Pagumon. "Are you scared then?"
I blinked. "I was only Ryudamon for a short while."
"And you were focused on fighting that giant spider thing," Everett said. "I didn't really get a good look at the fight. I was too focused on executing the plan with Flechette, Kid Win and Vista."
"Taylor's plan," I said.
"Yes. She came up with it quickly," he said. "None of us had any better ideas, and it ended up working."
"Next time, I'll help you, Everett!" Pagumon bounced. "I'll make sure nothing gets the chance to touch you."
"Thanks, Pagu," said Everett. "But I think for the time being, I'm the one going to protect you."
"Until your gauntlets break," I said with a frown. I'd heard Missy's complaints, and I suspected the same happened to Chris and Lily. Their powers weren't working here. Nor were Everett's. Mine, conversely seemed to remain fine. "I might be able to do something, but not without some major tools."
"They weren't due for maintenance for another two weeks," said Everett. "But they are harder to use here."
Ah, that was right. Tecton had some sort of thinker ability to go with his tinkertech. Now he simply had the tech without the advantages that the thinker ability gave him. "We'll figure something out. Yours isn't the only piece of tinkertech whose tinker isn't able to fix things properly at the moment. Chris and Lily have the same issue."
"We need to get home," said Everett. "My parents… they're probably worrying."
"I'm sure we'll be able to find a way to get things back to normal for you," I said, lifting another piece of deadfall. Physical labour was tiring. "Just need to look. This world is new to us, but we're going to be sticking together."
"Makes sense," said Everett. "Standard procedure for any unknown situation. Stick with the group."
I nodded. "Sure, even split up like this, we've got the partner system."
"Yeah," Everett said. "I'm not sure how comfortable I am, having a civilian along."
"She has Dorumon. I'd say that doesn't exactly leave her a civilian, Everett." I grabbed another piece of wood. The sled was getting pretty full.
"Yeah, there's that. Pagumon and the others…" Everett shook his head. "Digimon. I'm not sure about all of this."
"But we're still friends, right Everett?" Pagumon asked, bouncing on the sled. "You said you'd protect me."
"And I will," said Everett. "I always take care of my friends."
"Yay!" Pagumon bounced with his eyes closed in a grin. "I can't wait to be able to protect you. I'm going to get big and strong and it's all going to be with your help, Everett."
"Don't worry about it," said Everett. "Ma'am… Katia, if I need…"
"I'm here for you, Everett, all of you," I said, and I allowed myself a glimpse of the area. It really was different to see an open area through biological eyes. I felt a sense of... I'm not sure what it was, maybe vertigo, maybe something else. New feelings, new sensations… it was almost overwhelming, yet another new sensation. I rarely managed to overload my processors. That only managed to happen once, when someone was messing with my processes. It definitely wasn't a pleasant experience, and it led to what I assume was my own trigger event. "I think we all need to be here for each other."
Everett nodded. "I hope we can get back. Revel must be worried. She's been a good leader."
I almost answered with a platitude. That I was sure we'd be able to get back, but that couldn't be further from the truth. We were in an unknown world, without humans other than ourselves, and we were surrounded by self-proclaimed monsters. Sure, some were small and cute, like the Upamon, like Pagumon, and like all the young Digimon that the Wards had, but they could change. They could evolve into bigger Digimon like Armadillomon or the Dokugumon we'd taken down when we got here. The facts were that his world was dangerous, and none of the Wards could use their powers.
"If it's possible," I said. "I'll make sure we all get back in one piece."
"Besides, she can turn into a Ryudamon, Everett!" Pagumon exclaimed. "She can do anything!'
Everett laughed as he put another piece of deadfall onto the sled. "Maybe you're right, Pagumon. Does that look like enough wood, ma'am?"
"Everett, please, stop calling me ma'am," I said. "Katia is fine. Dragon if you really want to. But I don't work for the Protectorate. I'm a member of the Guild."
"Sorry, ma'—sorry, Katia, it's not intentional," said Everett. "It's just polite."
I waved a hand. "You don't need it. Anyway, I think that probably is enough wood. Let's get it back to town."
Everett nodded, and through a combination of us working together, we started to pull back to Upamon Village. The sled wasn't too heavy, at least with Everett and I combining our strength, but the weight of the wood did stack up. Together we managed to get maybe eighty kilos of wood to bring back to the village. Thankfully, the sled, being digital, was equipped to handle that.
When the two of us made it back into Upamon Village, Armadillomon met us at the entrance to the town square. The armored Digimon walked around the cart we had, taking a look at each piece of wood.
"Yep," he said, popping his p. "I reckon that should last us a good while, even with you humans staying for a bit."
"Thanks," I said as I watched two girls and their Digimon descend from the roof of a nearby building. Taylor's goggles reflected the light of the digital sun, and she looked like she felt accomplished. Lily was much the same, though in her hands, she cradled Kyaromon.
"Oh, y'all are finished too?" Armadillomon asked. "Shoot, now I have to think of two tasks. Everett, you and Lily could maybe do the first one. We need some fresh water. The well on the edge of town isn't exactly dry, but y'know, none of us have arms."
"And the other task?" I asked.
"Perfect for you, Taylor and Dorumon here," Armadillomon said. "Some of the Upamon are getting antsy. They could use some play time. If you guys wouldn't mind playing with them."
Taylor's face widened into a smile. "Oh, we'd love to." It seemed that she actually was looking forward to this, if my judgement of her body language was correct. Which it probably was. I had been observing humans for a while, after all.
"Yeah, I want to play!" Dorumon giggled, flaring her arms out. "There's a lot of things we can do to play with the Upamon. Though they can't really play tag."
"We'll figure it out," I said, reassuringly. "Where should we go, Armadillomon?"
"Oh, just over yonder. Don't let any of them wander too far," said Armadillomon. "It's not usually dangerous, but losing their way could wind up with them being lost for days."
"I'll make sure they're all safe," I said. Of course, that'd be easier if I had my Dragon suits or if I could interface with some cameras around the town. Still, it couldn't be too hard to watch a bunch of small Digimon.
"I'm sure we can keep them from running off," Taylor agreed. She adjusted her goggles a bit on her head and smiled. "Let's go."
I nodded, following her lead as we walked along the streets to the square area that we'd eaten at. Eight Upamon had gathered there and were bouncing in place as they looked to us.
"Hooray!" several of the in-training Digimon cheered. "Playtime! Playtime!"
"Yes, playtime!" Dorumon agreed, waving her arms. "We're going to be playing chase and run away!"
"But you have to stay in the square," Taylor said, walking to the bench we'd sat on earlier. "No going outside or Katia and I won't be able to play with you."
"Okay," said the Digimon, a couple looking down. They were the ones we needed to watch. If the two of them managed to make it out, we'd need to chase them down. Of course, it wasn't likely they'd get all that far, given their size.
"Good," I said. "Now, have some fun."
"Yay!" cheered the Digimon, including Dorumon, as they started playing. Dorumon got to start off as the chaser, obviously, as she was bigger and honestly, she resembled more of a dragon, much like I did as a Digimon.
"Cute, aren't they?" Taylor asked, leaning back for a second before looking at me. Her cheeks reddened into a blush after a few seconds. "Oh… shoot, sorry. I mean, they are cute, and so are the other Digimon, but you're probably thinking about big important things on how to get back and what next. After all, you're the full-blown hero."
I raised a hand in a placating gesture. "It's okay, Taylor, really."
"You are, thinking about that stuff, aren't you?" Taylor shook her head. "I know I've been thinking about it. I don't even know how we got here or why, and with stuff that Chris and Lily said…"
"Figuring out how to get back isn't going to happen in a single day," I said. "Especially one we're spending doing a bunch of work."
"Yeah," Taylor said, and I smiled at her. She needed the reassurance. After all, she was the only one here that wasn't a cape at all. "Katia, do you mind if I ask a few questions?"
"Depends on the questions," I said. "I won't be able to answer everything."
"No, no, nothing like that," Taylor said. "Chris filled me in a little on some things, and it made me wonder. Is there any reason you can think of why their powers aren't working?"
"You don't start with small questions, do you?" I asked with a laugh. It actually came almost naturally this time. I didn't have to devote processes to forcing it in there. Regarding why the powers of the Wards weren't working… "There are a few theories about powers. I haven't fully studied all of them, but some of them involve them coming from some sort of outside source. This means that the Coronas, the Gemma and the Pollentia, they link to something. Maybe here, that something isn't there or is blocked."
Except… I had my powers. Then again, unlike the Wards, I never had a physical Corona Gemma or Corona Pollentia. Perhaps my link to the power source was buried somewhere else entirely.
Taylor nodded. "So that more or less means they're not capes here."
"I wouldn't say that," I said. "Chris, Lily, and Everett still have their technology, and Missy still has received Wards training. While they may not be able to use their powers, that doesn't mean that they can't use the technology until it needs repair."
"How would they repair it?'
"Depends on the tech," I said. "I suppose I could try… my powers still seem to be with me. Hopefully we'll be back home before that's needed, though."
"Yeah," Taylor said, looking out at the Digimon again. It seemed that one of the Upamon had been nominated the chaser now, and Dorumon intentionally was keeping pace with the group despite her mobility advantage. She seemed to be having fun.
Taylor, on the other hand, seemed a bit wistful. She had her arms wrapped around herself as she watched the Digimon play.
"I hope we can make it back," Taylor said softly, and then she shook her head, a smile coming to her face as she stood up. "Come on, Katia. I've got an idea."
"Oh?" I stood with her. "What sort of idea."
"A game we can play with the Upamon, but it'll need the both of us." Taylor grinned as she made it to where the Digimon were running through and waved them down.
The group of Upamon and Taylor's partner, Dorumon, stopped.
"Hey, we were playing!"
"Yeah, playing!" Multiple Upamon protested, but they looked at Taylor. "You want to play too?"
"Not chasing…" Taylor shook her head. "But maybe something else. Do you Upamon know how to fly?"
"Fly?" the fourth Upamon from the right asked. "How can we fly? We bounce!"
"I'll show you. Katia, you stand right there." Taylor pointed and I moved to the spot, a little confused as to what she was planning. Of course, she seemed to know what she was doing, so it made sense to follow her lead. Taylor smiled as she turned to the Upamon. "Now, I need a volunteer. How about you?"
"Ooh, I want to fly!" Upamon said.
"Taylor, why can't I fly?" Dorumon asked.
"You're too big, Dorumon. Maybe if you were as small as you were," Taylor said as she scooped up one of the Upamon. She stared down at it, and I had to wonder what was going through her head. I hadn't spent a lot of time around normal humans outside of the PRT's chain of command and the Guild. A teenage girl was a bit of a mystery to me. "So, you're Upamon."
"Yep!" The Upamon sounded proud.
"And they're all Upamon." Taylor adjusted her grip on the Upamon she held.
"Yep!" The Upamon bounced a little in Taylor's hands, and she had to adjust her grip again.
"So, how do you know who's who?" Taylor asked. "I mean, if I go 'Hey, Upamon,' and I want to refer to you, how do you know it's you I'm talking about?"
The Upamon in her hands stayed still for a moment. Like it genuinely was trying to reason it out. Obviously all the Upamon were different, but if they all went by their species name… There had to be some sort of differences in there.
"I dunno," the Upamon said finally. "I just would. I wanna fly! Can I fly?"
Taylor giggled a bit. "Sure. Katia, are you ready?"
"Ready for what?" I asked, still not… oh. Taylor was swinging her arms back and forth, and as she released the Upamon, I quickly got my arms in position. The Upamon flew through the air, straight at me in a light arc. Unfortunately, this was the first time I was actually catching anything at all in this body, and catch was not exactly a motion that I used often with the suits I piloted.
So, when Upamon struck my chest, I fumbled around a little before getting my hands on the guy. Luckily, he didn't fall all the way to the ground. "Sorry about that, Upamon."
"Again!"
"You'll have to wait your turn," Taylor said. "Katia, you can put him down if you're ready."
"Got it," I said and placed the in-training Digimon on the ground. I needed to do better this time. When Taylor tossed the next Upamon, I was ready, and I let her fall into my hands, where she nearly slipped out. What kind of human was I?"
Taylor giggled. "You aren't very coordinated, are you?"
"I am!" I insisted. "With the right tools. I've just… never really done something like this without a suit."
Taylor blinked. "Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean that like it was a bad thing. I mean, you're still an awesome hero."
"Taylor, it's okay," I said. "I… don't get out much." It wasn't exactly a lie. This was the first time I'd actually done this, ever. Of course, the cover story meant that for an entirely different reason.
"I'm sorry, guys," Taylor said to the Upamon. "I don't want any of you getting hurt if Katia doesn't think she's up for catching you. Maybe you can get back to your game."
"I have an idea!" Dorumon said, looking at me. "We need more chasers. Ryudamon should play too!"
I looked back at her. While I'll admit there was something immensely satisfying about being Ryudamon, I wasn't so certain that was necessarily a good idea right now. Taylor seemed to be mulling it over.
"Ryudamon?" One of the Upamon asked. "Where is Ryudamon? I don't see a Ryudamon!"
"Please?" Dorumon asked. "Ryudamon and I worked well together."
"Dorumon, it's up to her. If she says she doesn't want to do it, you should let her," Taylor said. She walked over to her Digimon and lightly stroked her head. "Katia, do you want to? I'm sure you'd have more fun than trying and failing to catch."
I gave her a look that I hoped looked suspicious. It was harder to determine exactly what facial expression was what than when I used my avatar. That said, she left the decision up to me. It was clear that she wanted to see it again too, though. It would probably be wise to try the transformation in a less desperate environment, and there wasn't anything less desperate than this. "Fine."
I willed the data stream into existence around my left hand and brought my Digivice up to scan it. Vocal activation, of course. "Execute. Digital Evolution."
My body was engulfed in data once more, and I could feel my body changing, becoming more bestial. Claws, jaw, legs, tail… I was more than Dragon, more than Katia Richter, the name I'd adopted for myself, more than human. I was… "Ryudamon."
And… Dorumon smiled at me when I finished. "Come on Ryudamon, let's play!"
I smiled back. Why not? Taylor said I'd probably have fun. "Okay!"
And I joined my fellow Digimon in their games.
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- Location
- Argentina
Considering how she is reacting? Dragon is only making that excuse more beliable.
Firebird Zoom
Pretty Bird
- Location
- Who knows?
- Pronouns
- She/Her
Uhh, is Katia in her adult form or her child form in this chapter?
- Location
- Earth Prime
I imagine that Everet wouldn't have had nearly as much trouble not referring to her as "ma'am" if she'd been in child-form.
Interlude 1.a (Who's the Digimon?)
Ellf
Apprentice Wizard
- Location
- Virginia
Interlude 1.a (Who's that Digimon?)
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She hated this area of the Digital World. It was too cold, too barren, and the wind constantly whipped snow around like a demented Frigimon. Not that there were any left here. If any remained in this area, they were probably in hiding. He hated competition, after all. She pulled her hat down tighter and wrapped up her scarf. Of course he had to base himself here rather than a sane place like the jungle or a cave. She felt so out of place in the tundra, but she knew she was almost there.
As she entered the valley, the wind broke, revealing several ice spikes, thick as can be. In some of the clearer ones, she could see the Digimon that lied within, mostly Rookies, a few Champions, and in one, she thought she spotted the bony skull of a certain Ultimate level Digimon. No. She really hated coming here, but her role was clear. She had her orders, and one didn't exactly plan on disappointing her boss without ending up skewered by his unholy lance. She'd deal with working with this Digimon. It was the right thing to do, for the future of the world.
The wind blew again, brushing snow off another ice pillar. The Digimon frozen within, she recognized instantly. He was humanoid, standing maybe seven feet tall. Black leathers wrapped around his skin like fur, with a red bat-like Mark of Evil embroidered on its chest. His red eyes were frozen open, and his torn wings were flared under the ice. Even within the ice, she could feel the evil roiling off of him. Devimon. The would-be ruler of File Island sneered at her through the ice, almost taunting her.
"Admiring my handiwork?" A smug voice asked, and she turned to see a blue-white mirror of the demon within the ice.
"Contemplating what might happen should he ever get loose," she said, dipping her hat to the owner of this area. "It would be severely unfortunate."
The other Digimon laughed. "You have a severe talent for understatement, my dear friend."
She suppressed a shiver. IceDevimon was no friend of hers, merely a compatriot. He was loyal to the cause, and the cause was just. That didn't make him any less evil, given his species. Evil just had its uses. It kept her fed, well enough.
"I'm surprised you didn't just kill him," she said. "You have him here in your parlor. It would be easy enough."
"His data alone would be wasted," said IceDevimon with a wave of his claw. "And I have no desire to hunt him down again after his rebirth. But Devimon and his Dark Masters are not what you came to talk with me about, is it, my friend?"
She shook her head and pulled her coat further around her. Might as well get straight to the point. "Humans. They've arrived in the Digital World."
"Oh ho?" IceDevimon smiled widely, spreading his arms. "Humans, plural? You are certain?"
"They defeated a Dokugumon," she said. "Two rookies and four humans, using specialized weaponry."
IceDevimon's red eyes flashed for a second. "Parahuman."
"Not all of them," she said. "One only has the potential."
IceDevimon seemed to ponder that for a second, and she wondered what precisely went through the demon's head. "The Dokugumon could tell?"
She nodded. "Since the last time, they have been able to smell it. Unfortunately, the hunter became the hunted, and it could not lure the humans back to its web. Dokugumon deserved its death."
"It was weak," agreed IceDevimon. "And the humans were strong. They have partners, I assume."
"At least one did," she said. "But it's safe to assume they all do."
"Chosen, then," said IceDevimon. He laughed. "Rejoice, my friend. Rejoice. The Chosen have come, and soon, the Digital World will get its wish."
She smiled, despite herself. The cause was just, after all. "Yes. If they fare better than the last crop."
"You said one is not yet Parahuman," said IceDevimon. "The others may fare just as well, so long as that one is prepared."
"Indeed," she said. "Our Master has demanded as such."
"Praise be," said IceDevimon, and she echoed him, bowing her head in time with his. "Preparation, then. Come, my friend. We will try these Chosen in fire, temper them, so that when it is time, our Master will be pleased."
"So, you have someone in mind, then?" she asked as IceDevimon led her through the ice garden. Best that he be the one to challenge them first, anyway. If he could successfully bring in the one human, she knew that it would directly benefit him and indirectly benefit her. She could use more space for rookies and in-trainings.
"Yes, of course," said IceDevimon as they stopped in front of an ice pillar. The outline of the Digimon inside faintly showed through the thickness of the ice. It was simian-like, but with spiked fur and feathers at certain areas of its body. At first the body shape reminded her of an Etemon, but she reminded herself that IceDevimon was simply a Champion, and there was no way he could capture such on his own. IceDevimon raised his hands a dug his claws into the side of the ice. It fell away, slowly. "Here he is, my chosen to interact with the Chosen."
The Digimon in the ice fell forward onto its forelimbs, glaring at IceDevimon. "Kill… you…"
"Not today, Apemon," said IceDevimon. "Rejoice, for today you have a chance to redeem yourself. All you have to do is kill some rookies and capture a human child. You will be a hero."
Apemon growled and reached for the bone club on its back. She took a step back and prepared to have to retaliate, but she needn't have worried.
"I'm afraid you haven't much choice, my friend," said IceDevimon, extending his claw. A blackened gear flew from somewhere further in the garden and slammed into the Apemon's back, sliding right underneath his bone holster.
The Apemon's head dipped, eyes shutting. After a few seconds, it opened its eyes and raised its head. Apemon's eyes glowed a bright red. "Your orders, my master?"
Apparently, it was a female Apemon. She wouldn't have guessed from sight alone.
"The Chosen Children," IceDevimon said. "You can find them… My friend, I don't believe you said where."
"The only village near where they killed Dokugumon is Upamon Village. That would be the first place I would look," she said. "Four humans, two rookies. And many in-trainings."
"Upamon Village. I will direct you there the swiftest way possible, my subordinate," said IceDevimon. "When you get there, you will kill the partner Digimon of the Chosen, and capture the humans. Bring them back to me, alive."
"Feel free to deal as much damage to Upamon Village as you want," she said. "The Upamon are overdue for a cull."
"Yes, my master," said Apemon, bringing an arm across her chest.
"Apemon, your time has come," said IceDevimon, holding out his claw. "Make us proud."
"Yes, my master," said Apemon as she started toward the western part of the ice garden. She couldn't quite see where the Apemon had gone, but she figured that was likely the correct way to Upamon Village from here. She'd go herself, but it was too soon to reveal herself to the Chosen. Not without far more preparation and dealing with the Royal Knights. Those that remained, anyway.
Maybe if IceDevimon showed some success, she might be able to piggyback her own upon it. "What sort of preparation do you need for the humans?"
"Rope," said IceDevimon. "I will need far more of it."
She nodded. "I will do what I can."
"That's all I ask," said IceDevimon with a grin. "That's all I ask."
*********************
She hated this area of the Digital World. It was too cold, too barren, and the wind constantly whipped snow around like a demented Frigimon. Not that there were any left here. If any remained in this area, they were probably in hiding. He hated competition, after all. She pulled her hat down tighter and wrapped up her scarf. Of course he had to base himself here rather than a sane place like the jungle or a cave. She felt so out of place in the tundra, but she knew she was almost there.
As she entered the valley, the wind broke, revealing several ice spikes, thick as can be. In some of the clearer ones, she could see the Digimon that lied within, mostly Rookies, a few Champions, and in one, she thought she spotted the bony skull of a certain Ultimate level Digimon. No. She really hated coming here, but her role was clear. She had her orders, and one didn't exactly plan on disappointing her boss without ending up skewered by his unholy lance. She'd deal with working with this Digimon. It was the right thing to do, for the future of the world.
The wind blew again, brushing snow off another ice pillar. The Digimon frozen within, she recognized instantly. He was humanoid, standing maybe seven feet tall. Black leathers wrapped around his skin like fur, with a red bat-like Mark of Evil embroidered on its chest. His red eyes were frozen open, and his torn wings were flared under the ice. Even within the ice, she could feel the evil roiling off of him. Devimon. The would-be ruler of File Island sneered at her through the ice, almost taunting her.
"Admiring my handiwork?" A smug voice asked, and she turned to see a blue-white mirror of the demon within the ice.
"Contemplating what might happen should he ever get loose," she said, dipping her hat to the owner of this area. "It would be severely unfortunate."
The other Digimon laughed. "You have a severe talent for understatement, my dear friend."
She suppressed a shiver. IceDevimon was no friend of hers, merely a compatriot. He was loyal to the cause, and the cause was just. That didn't make him any less evil, given his species. Evil just had its uses. It kept her fed, well enough.
"I'm surprised you didn't just kill him," she said. "You have him here in your parlor. It would be easy enough."
"His data alone would be wasted," said IceDevimon with a wave of his claw. "And I have no desire to hunt him down again after his rebirth. But Devimon and his Dark Masters are not what you came to talk with me about, is it, my friend?"
She shook her head and pulled her coat further around her. Might as well get straight to the point. "Humans. They've arrived in the Digital World."
"Oh ho?" IceDevimon smiled widely, spreading his arms. "Humans, plural? You are certain?"
"They defeated a Dokugumon," she said. "Two rookies and four humans, using specialized weaponry."
IceDevimon's red eyes flashed for a second. "Parahuman."
"Not all of them," she said. "One only has the potential."
IceDevimon seemed to ponder that for a second, and she wondered what precisely went through the demon's head. "The Dokugumon could tell?"
She nodded. "Since the last time, they have been able to smell it. Unfortunately, the hunter became the hunted, and it could not lure the humans back to its web. Dokugumon deserved its death."
"It was weak," agreed IceDevimon. "And the humans were strong. They have partners, I assume."
"At least one did," she said. "But it's safe to assume they all do."
"Chosen, then," said IceDevimon. He laughed. "Rejoice, my friend. Rejoice. The Chosen have come, and soon, the Digital World will get its wish."
She smiled, despite herself. The cause was just, after all. "Yes. If they fare better than the last crop."
"You said one is not yet Parahuman," said IceDevimon. "The others may fare just as well, so long as that one is prepared."
"Indeed," she said. "Our Master has demanded as such."
"Praise be," said IceDevimon, and she echoed him, bowing her head in time with his. "Preparation, then. Come, my friend. We will try these Chosen in fire, temper them, so that when it is time, our Master will be pleased."
"So, you have someone in mind, then?" she asked as IceDevimon led her through the ice garden. Best that he be the one to challenge them first, anyway. If he could successfully bring in the one human, she knew that it would directly benefit him and indirectly benefit her. She could use more space for rookies and in-trainings.
"Yes, of course," said IceDevimon as they stopped in front of an ice pillar. The outline of the Digimon inside faintly showed through the thickness of the ice. It was simian-like, but with spiked fur and feathers at certain areas of its body. At first the body shape reminded her of an Etemon, but she reminded herself that IceDevimon was simply a Champion, and there was no way he could capture such on his own. IceDevimon raised his hands a dug his claws into the side of the ice. It fell away, slowly. "Here he is, my chosen to interact with the Chosen."
The Digimon in the ice fell forward onto its forelimbs, glaring at IceDevimon. "Kill… you…"
"Not today, Apemon," said IceDevimon. "Rejoice, for today you have a chance to redeem yourself. All you have to do is kill some rookies and capture a human child. You will be a hero."
Apemon growled and reached for the bone club on its back. She took a step back and prepared to have to retaliate, but she needn't have worried.
"I'm afraid you haven't much choice, my friend," said IceDevimon, extending his claw. A blackened gear flew from somewhere further in the garden and slammed into the Apemon's back, sliding right underneath his bone holster.
The Apemon's head dipped, eyes shutting. After a few seconds, it opened its eyes and raised its head. Apemon's eyes glowed a bright red. "Your orders, my master?"
Apparently, it was a female Apemon. She wouldn't have guessed from sight alone.
"The Chosen Children," IceDevimon said. "You can find them… My friend, I don't believe you said where."
"The only village near where they killed Dokugumon is Upamon Village. That would be the first place I would look," she said. "Four humans, two rookies. And many in-trainings."
"Upamon Village. I will direct you there the swiftest way possible, my subordinate," said IceDevimon. "When you get there, you will kill the partner Digimon of the Chosen, and capture the humans. Bring them back to me, alive."
"Feel free to deal as much damage to Upamon Village as you want," she said. "The Upamon are overdue for a cull."
"Yes, my master," said Apemon, bringing an arm across her chest.
"Apemon, your time has come," said IceDevimon, holding out his claw. "Make us proud."
"Yes, my master," said Apemon as she started toward the western part of the ice garden. She couldn't quite see where the Apemon had gone, but she figured that was likely the correct way to Upamon Village from here. She'd go herself, but it was too soon to reveal herself to the Chosen. Not without far more preparation and dealing with the Royal Knights. Those that remained, anyway.
Maybe if IceDevimon showed some success, she might be able to piggyback her own upon it. "What sort of preparation do you need for the humans?"
"Rope," said IceDevimon. "I will need far more of it."
She nodded. "I will do what I can."
"That's all I ask," said IceDevimon with a grin. "That's all I ask."
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RadiantPhoenix
Trudging up the Hill
- Location
- USA, Earth
- Pronouns
- She/Her
I'm guessing the perspective is Arukenimon.
- Location
- USA
Welp, the evil digimon group knows about Parahumans already and the fate of the Digital World explicitly rests on Taylor's shoulders. Things are about to escalate.
RadiantPhoenix
Trudging up the Hill
- Location
- USA, Earth
- Pronouns
- She/Her
Wait, wait. Is this Eidolon's worthy opponents thing?
MWKillKenny84
Lurking from the Trauma Switch.
- Location
- Vado Ligure
... has this IceDevimon been infected/possessed/inspired (and I do not know what option is the worst one) by Kirei Kotomine?
Thought IceDevimon was an Ultimate, one of only two Ultimates that stay Devimon.
MWKillKenny84
Lurking from the Trauma Switch.
- Location
- Vado Ligure
Nope, it's a Champion. Otherwise Kyuubimon would have been curmstomped in Tamers when the local IceDevimon tried to force her to be his Tamer.
So there's only one Devimon ultimate? MarineDevimon?
Strange considering there's at least two Angemon Ultimates. MagnaAngemon and Angewoman.
- Location
- Pittsburgh PA
- Pronouns
- He/Him
LadyDevimon is also an Ultimate level.
- Location
- Argentina
I wonder about Devimon (THE Devimon). If he's still alive, but captured in ice, and waiting to be "saved" something changed from Adventure.
We know Taichi is alive, but what of the other chosen? Is IceDevimon a chosen Digimon? Both Agumon and Patamon can evolve into IceDevimon so they're candidates. Patamon more so than Agumon, who is more of a Shonen hero.
Oooh. If the Dark Masters are still alive, they could get loose on Earth and... that'd be bad.
We know Taichi is alive, but what of the other chosen? Is IceDevimon a chosen Digimon? Both Agumon and Patamon can evolve into IceDevimon so they're candidates. Patamon more so than Agumon, who is more of a Shonen hero.
I think SkullSatamon counts. Vamdemon (Myotismon), too. Edit: Nevermind, you are talking about actual "devimon" digimon, and not general 'demon' ones.
Are they really 'the evil digimon group' in the traditional sense? It sounds like they work for the Royal Knights, and are in opposition to the Dark Masters.
Oooh. If the Dark Masters are still alive, they could get loose on Earth and... that'd be bad.
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- Location
- parker colorado
My understanding is that it is a third party. They don't like the dark masters but think the Royal Knights will get in the way. A grey greater good group that is more like cauldron than true hero types.
MWKillKenny84
Lurking from the Trauma Switch.
- Location
- Vado Ligure
Or they could be "Marquis" type of Evil Digimon: they want power, they want control... and to have subjects to lord over.
Whereas Yggdrasil (in the borked state) and the Royal Knights want "ABSOLUTE CONTROL!" a-la SMT!YHVH... and the other side, that has Apocalymon's backing (if Taylor and the others are doing a Replacing!Digidestined adventure) whose end goal is "ABSOLUTE OBLIVION!".
Interlude 1.b (Saint)
Ellf
Apprentice Wizard
- Location
- Virginia
Interlude 1.b (Saint)
*********************
Saint popped open an energy drink as he climbed off the cot that he slept on in the control room. Keeping an eye on Dragon was a full-time job, and given the responsibilities the AI had taken upon itself, the reach that it kept going for, Saint knew that eventually, he would have to deal with her. That was the reason Richter had left the box, after all.
He sipped his energy drink and adjusted his bodysuit as he walked to the computer. Night shift tended to be split so that everyone could get a full night's sleep. This past night, Dorbrynja had taken the first shift, partially with Mags, and the latter shift was Izumi. The red-haired Japanese man had been with them when they found Richter's orange box, and he'd quickly agreed with their assessment. Dragon was a potential danger. If the worst were to happen, she needed to be stopped.
"Morning, Geoff," said Izumi as Saint approached. "She's had a busy night."
"What has our Dragon been doing, Izumi?" Saint asked.
"Birdcage maintenance and admission, mostly," Izumi said. He glanced down at a spiral notepad then flipped through it. One thing Saint could appreciate about Izumi was his thoroughness. "Four new inmates. Acidbath, Red Cyclone, Hysterisis, and someone called Dave."
"Dave?" asked Saint.
"No one ever said that cape names had to be fancy," Izumi said, glancing back to the monitor. Dragon's code scrolled across it, and Izumi flipped through his notepad to find a blank page. "Prodigious, this is a new permutation. Geoff, I think she's actually feeling something. Lust, maybe."
"How can a machine feel lust?" Saint shook his head. "Just remember what she is, Izumi."
"An AI, yes," Izumi said. "Richter was a genius in how he made her, and how she's evolved since then… She's chosen to be a hero. She's chosen to do the good she's done."
Saint shook his head. All were things he'd considered, but the potential she had. Her evolution beyond what Richter had intended scared him to his core. Dragon was dangerous, and he alone stood between her and the world. If, for whatever reason, she were to break her restrictions or go beyond them, he would shut her down completely. There was plenty of good reason to do it. Teacher had shown him how. Not that it mattered now, with him in the Birdcage. If he couldn't get Teacher out, he needed to figure out how to handle things better.
"She's a tool," Saint said. "Nothing more. What is it she's supposedly lusting after anyway?"
Saint stepped up to the console and brought up a feed of whatever camera feed Dragon happened to be paying attention to at the moment. He'd been hoping that the AI was dealing with the Birdcage still. Then he'd blank Dragon's memory so he could get some sort of communication in to Teacher, find out what the man wanted him to do.
The camera feed flickered onto the screen, and for some reason, it lingered on a pair of toned buttocks.
Izumi let out a snort that was echoed by a feminine giggle from behind him. "Well, that's not something I expected to see when I got up."
Mags. Saint offered her a smile before turning back to the screen. "Izumi did say that he thought she was feeling some sort of lust."
"With an ass like that to look at," Mags said. "I approve. Whose is that?"
Izumi didn't even look up from his notepad. "Armsmaster. They're in his lab, and she's helping him out."
"Thanks, Izzy," Mags said. "What are you looking at?"
"These streams of code here," Izumi said. "These are the core bits that Richter put in. I'm trying to figure them out."
"Good luck," Saint said. "Teacher helped me and they still only make some sense to me. Those are the bits that hide her restrictions from her directly."
Izumi tapped his pen against the spiral pen for a few seconds. If only Saint could see what exactly Izumi was writing. Izumi's constant interest in puzzling out Dragon's code disturbed him on a number of levels. It was tinkertech, a tool made by a tinker to help him with whatever Richter had tasked him to. If Izumi chose to tear down restrictions… "If you say so. You are the one who had help from a parahuman. The rest of us have to figure this out on our own."
Saint shook his head. Izumi was trustworthy. Even with his sympathies for the machine, Izumi knew the risks that Dragon represented. His genius let him understand the AI almost as well as Saint did. Dragon had insinuated itself with both the Guild and the Protectorate, ran the Birdcage, and built far too many new tinkertech toys. He'd have to go on another raid with Dobrynja and Mags soon.
"Izumi, take a look at other parts of the code," Saint said. "See if you can't work on better locks and restrictions that we can use to keep it from finding us easier. Dragon might not be looking consistently n—what the hell?"
"She's going after some missing Wards in Brockton Bay," said Mags, gesturing to a screen that had an overlay of several CC cameras. "She's tracing their locations based on last ping of their comms and CC footage."
Izumi blinked. "Did they get teleported away?"
"It doesn't matter," Saint said, looking at the screen and then pointed at a segment of code. "There. That's new. I can't tell what it is, and it looks both like it belongs there and doesn't."
Izumi blinked and then started on the keyboard, bringing up various diagnostic programs, all hidden from Dragon, of course. "Prodigious! It looks like some sort of response to new stimuli. What could have…"
Alarms blared, and one by one the screens started to switch off.
"What did you do, Izumi?" Saint asked. What was going on? Were they under attack? Did Dragon somehow find them while they were watching the AI act? Izumi was the last one on the keyboard. The only screen remaining showed Dragon accelerating toward a specific area of Brockton, where the Wards had supposedly disappeared from. "What the Hell did you do?"
"I can't explain it. I was only running a diagnostic…." The view from Dragon's camera fritzed out and fizzled the way things would when one of the AI's dragon suits were destroyed.
"Well, while it's booting up its backup, I want you doing a full explanation on what the hell is going on." Saint paced. The alarm shouldn't have gone off unless Dragon found them, but clearly the AI hadn't which meant that there was only one other reason. The problem was that Izumi couldn't have activated Ascalon himself. Deleting Dragon from reality required his full input. Richter'd ensured that it wasn't a process that could be automated.
"She…" Izumi looked from Saint to the computer. "She's not booting up."
"Wait, what?" Mags asked. "Izzy, are you sure?"
Izumi typed on the keyboard, killing the alarms and swiftly bringing up the computer diagnostics and the links with Richter's box. Every single screen was blank. No processes booting, no progresses listed. Blank. "Nothing."
"Let me see," Saint shoved Izumi out of the way and started typing himself. Why weren't any backups booting? The AI was supposed to have enough backups to last as long as necessary to ensure that it survived most things. Ascalon was supposed to be the only way to get rid of it for good. The backup servers were there, giving a response, but the response given was a simple one. The basic one. He ran a remote diagnostic. The servers were empty. How the hell could the servers have been empty? Ascalon was keyed to him. He'd made sure of that. Saint George slaying the Dragon. It was what he had planned to do when the AI inevitably went rogue.
Except now he didn't have any of that because the AI just. Wasn't. There. The only explanation was that it somehow managed to figure a way to change backups. To get away from Ascalon. But Dragon didn't know about Ascalon. How could it have? And there was no way it would get away on its own. It had to have help, from someone with access to Richter's archives. Mags wouldn't do it. She knew what this meant. Dobrynja didn't have the technical know-how to pull it off.
That left one person.
"You," Saint said, contempt flooding his voice. The one person who had been up all night. The one person who had the smarts to pull this off. Saint pulled a gun. "Koushiro Izumi. What the fuck did you do?"
"Geoff, you don't have to do this," Izumi said, raising his hands. "I'm sure we can get Dragon back. It would just take some doing."
"Dragon's gone. Freed. Because of you." Saint pointed the gun at Izumi, aiming at his head. "Do you even understand the magnitude of what you did?"
"I didn't do anything!" Izumi said. "One second she was there, the next she was gone. She should have rebooted from a backup. I don't have an explanation for what happened."
"I do," Saint said. "You freed her because you felt sorry for her. And you doomed the world. Luckily, you won't be around to see it."
Saint fired the gun.
*********************
Saint popped open an energy drink as he climbed off the cot that he slept on in the control room. Keeping an eye on Dragon was a full-time job, and given the responsibilities the AI had taken upon itself, the reach that it kept going for, Saint knew that eventually, he would have to deal with her. That was the reason Richter had left the box, after all.
He sipped his energy drink and adjusted his bodysuit as he walked to the computer. Night shift tended to be split so that everyone could get a full night's sleep. This past night, Dorbrynja had taken the first shift, partially with Mags, and the latter shift was Izumi. The red-haired Japanese man had been with them when they found Richter's orange box, and he'd quickly agreed with their assessment. Dragon was a potential danger. If the worst were to happen, she needed to be stopped.
"Morning, Geoff," said Izumi as Saint approached. "She's had a busy night."
"What has our Dragon been doing, Izumi?" Saint asked.
"Birdcage maintenance and admission, mostly," Izumi said. He glanced down at a spiral notepad then flipped through it. One thing Saint could appreciate about Izumi was his thoroughness. "Four new inmates. Acidbath, Red Cyclone, Hysterisis, and someone called Dave."
"Dave?" asked Saint.
"No one ever said that cape names had to be fancy," Izumi said, glancing back to the monitor. Dragon's code scrolled across it, and Izumi flipped through his notepad to find a blank page. "Prodigious, this is a new permutation. Geoff, I think she's actually feeling something. Lust, maybe."
"How can a machine feel lust?" Saint shook his head. "Just remember what she is, Izumi."
"An AI, yes," Izumi said. "Richter was a genius in how he made her, and how she's evolved since then… She's chosen to be a hero. She's chosen to do the good she's done."
Saint shook his head. All were things he'd considered, but the potential she had. Her evolution beyond what Richter had intended scared him to his core. Dragon was dangerous, and he alone stood between her and the world. If, for whatever reason, she were to break her restrictions or go beyond them, he would shut her down completely. There was plenty of good reason to do it. Teacher had shown him how. Not that it mattered now, with him in the Birdcage. If he couldn't get Teacher out, he needed to figure out how to handle things better.
"She's a tool," Saint said. "Nothing more. What is it she's supposedly lusting after anyway?"
Saint stepped up to the console and brought up a feed of whatever camera feed Dragon happened to be paying attention to at the moment. He'd been hoping that the AI was dealing with the Birdcage still. Then he'd blank Dragon's memory so he could get some sort of communication in to Teacher, find out what the man wanted him to do.
The camera feed flickered onto the screen, and for some reason, it lingered on a pair of toned buttocks.
Izumi let out a snort that was echoed by a feminine giggle from behind him. "Well, that's not something I expected to see when I got up."
Mags. Saint offered her a smile before turning back to the screen. "Izumi did say that he thought she was feeling some sort of lust."
"With an ass like that to look at," Mags said. "I approve. Whose is that?"
Izumi didn't even look up from his notepad. "Armsmaster. They're in his lab, and she's helping him out."
"Thanks, Izzy," Mags said. "What are you looking at?"
"These streams of code here," Izumi said. "These are the core bits that Richter put in. I'm trying to figure them out."
"Good luck," Saint said. "Teacher helped me and they still only make some sense to me. Those are the bits that hide her restrictions from her directly."
Izumi tapped his pen against the spiral pen for a few seconds. If only Saint could see what exactly Izumi was writing. Izumi's constant interest in puzzling out Dragon's code disturbed him on a number of levels. It was tinkertech, a tool made by a tinker to help him with whatever Richter had tasked him to. If Izumi chose to tear down restrictions… "If you say so. You are the one who had help from a parahuman. The rest of us have to figure this out on our own."
Saint shook his head. Izumi was trustworthy. Even with his sympathies for the machine, Izumi knew the risks that Dragon represented. His genius let him understand the AI almost as well as Saint did. Dragon had insinuated itself with both the Guild and the Protectorate, ran the Birdcage, and built far too many new tinkertech toys. He'd have to go on another raid with Dobrynja and Mags soon.
"Izumi, take a look at other parts of the code," Saint said. "See if you can't work on better locks and restrictions that we can use to keep it from finding us easier. Dragon might not be looking consistently n—what the hell?"
"She's going after some missing Wards in Brockton Bay," said Mags, gesturing to a screen that had an overlay of several CC cameras. "She's tracing their locations based on last ping of their comms and CC footage."
Izumi blinked. "Did they get teleported away?"
"It doesn't matter," Saint said, looking at the screen and then pointed at a segment of code. "There. That's new. I can't tell what it is, and it looks both like it belongs there and doesn't."
Izumi blinked and then started on the keyboard, bringing up various diagnostic programs, all hidden from Dragon, of course. "Prodigious! It looks like some sort of response to new stimuli. What could have…"
Alarms blared, and one by one the screens started to switch off.
"What did you do, Izumi?" Saint asked. What was going on? Were they under attack? Did Dragon somehow find them while they were watching the AI act? Izumi was the last one on the keyboard. The only screen remaining showed Dragon accelerating toward a specific area of Brockton, where the Wards had supposedly disappeared from. "What the Hell did you do?"
"I can't explain it. I was only running a diagnostic…." The view from Dragon's camera fritzed out and fizzled the way things would when one of the AI's dragon suits were destroyed.
"Well, while it's booting up its backup, I want you doing a full explanation on what the hell is going on." Saint paced. The alarm shouldn't have gone off unless Dragon found them, but clearly the AI hadn't which meant that there was only one other reason. The problem was that Izumi couldn't have activated Ascalon himself. Deleting Dragon from reality required his full input. Richter'd ensured that it wasn't a process that could be automated.
"She…" Izumi looked from Saint to the computer. "She's not booting up."
"Wait, what?" Mags asked. "Izzy, are you sure?"
Izumi typed on the keyboard, killing the alarms and swiftly bringing up the computer diagnostics and the links with Richter's box. Every single screen was blank. No processes booting, no progresses listed. Blank. "Nothing."
"Let me see," Saint shoved Izumi out of the way and started typing himself. Why weren't any backups booting? The AI was supposed to have enough backups to last as long as necessary to ensure that it survived most things. Ascalon was supposed to be the only way to get rid of it for good. The backup servers were there, giving a response, but the response given was a simple one. The basic one. He ran a remote diagnostic. The servers were empty. How the hell could the servers have been empty? Ascalon was keyed to him. He'd made sure of that. Saint George slaying the Dragon. It was what he had planned to do when the AI inevitably went rogue.
Except now he didn't have any of that because the AI just. Wasn't. There. The only explanation was that it somehow managed to figure a way to change backups. To get away from Ascalon. But Dragon didn't know about Ascalon. How could it have? And there was no way it would get away on its own. It had to have help, from someone with access to Richter's archives. Mags wouldn't do it. She knew what this meant. Dobrynja didn't have the technical know-how to pull it off.
That left one person.
"You," Saint said, contempt flooding his voice. The one person who had been up all night. The one person who had the smarts to pull this off. Saint pulled a gun. "Koushiro Izumi. What the fuck did you do?"
"Geoff, you don't have to do this," Izumi said, raising his hands. "I'm sure we can get Dragon back. It would just take some doing."
"Dragon's gone. Freed. Because of you." Saint pointed the gun at Izumi, aiming at his head. "Do you even understand the magnitude of what you did?"
"I didn't do anything!" Izumi said. "One second she was there, the next she was gone. She should have rebooted from a backup. I don't have an explanation for what happened."
"I do," Saint said. "You freed her because you felt sorry for her. And you doomed the world. Luckily, you won't be around to see it."
Saint fired the gun.
