At the Core of the Golden City [MISSION || HAKAINUSHI]
Jan 3, 2014 19:51:06 GMT
Post by defectiveImmediately on Jan 3, 2014 19:51:06 GMT
3:05PM
Mansion of Tears
Basement "Operations Center"
Daichi Kumo had never been gifted with technological aptitude. All things considered, he had been bemused for the entire time why his sister hadn't been running things from this little radio station, given her natural ability with computers or whatever the fuck it was. The amount of times she had hacked his iPod to replace all his Pantera and Slipknot with Ke$ha and Miley Cyrus to get him back for whatever he'd done - usually smashing something she appreciated with his lumbering gait - were innumerable. Infact, sometimes, it wasn't even revenge. Sometimes it was just rubbing in his face that he was hungover or coming down or maybe he just hadn't slept so she decided "Your Love Is A Drug" at 6:30AM when they had the house to themselves on full blast from the boxer's speakers was the best way to go about the entire affair. But at the end of the day, Giygas had requested his sister's presence in assistance for this missive, and the attendance of some girl he hadn't met yet called "Akari", so they were going to run with the whole affair.
Grasping the microphone hooked over his ear and down to the left of his lips, he began shouting at high speeds in the imitation of a military base commander from multiple fast-paced FPS video games - the few he actually played - into it. "Come in, Death, Devil, Empress, Judgment, Justice, Reaper Team Zero-One, repeat, Reaper Zero-One, this is Tower, do you copy? Repeat, this is Tower, do you copy?" Silence for the moment. The microphones crackled in his ears with the sounds of footfall-
"Tower, this is Fellowship, could you please get Return and Hobbit and come back up to the lounge so we can watch the series of movies in full, over?"
"GET OFF THE FUCKING LINE, BARRIGAN!"
"Negative copy, Tower, this is Fellowship, did not hear, only heard "get off", "fucking", and potentially "butts"-"
"I WILL SMASH YOUR LORD OF THE RINGS DVDS."
Crackle. Click. The third line went dead. Where had he gotten to? Oh, right; silence for the moment. The microphones crackled in his ears with the sounds of heavy footfalls down steps. ElDoradimon; he had seen pictures, drawn up blueprints, and from the two monitors in front of him, both streaming live from Giygas' eye-cam. The first was just a plain copy of the stream, maybe delayed by a few seconds - even in the Digital World, ironically, the net wasn't perfect - and the second was a variable copy, currently "comparing the three-dimensional framework and laying it over a blueprint", or so Vira had said. It just made it look all wiry. "Okay, Reaper Zero-One, I have a full camera feed from Devil, repeat, can see what's going on. You should be coming up to the doors within the next couple of minutes." Blueprints scattered around the monitors, the room kept dark as the sun began to set, and halfway across the Digital World, five of Daichi Kumo's erstwhile comrades were in the belly of the beast - to be specific, a beast with a majority of its biological composition comprised of solid gold. "Keep the Extractors on-hand, and your heads on swivels, Reaper Zero-One."
"Foul beast!" Cried the general, grasping tight his Sword of Storms, held upwards in a defensive stance, as he gyrated. The room he was locked in was small. The ground was covered with grit; silt, dirt, ash, and dust. There was a musty stench hanging in the air; he had tried already four times to blast open the door, but some foul magicks were keeping it locked; foul magicks that none of his stances or mystical attacks, powerful as they were, could rend asunder. "Trickster of the most detestable calibre!" He raised the blade high, and in a single fluid movement, turning to the door, ascertaining that the golden bricks around him held no surprises - provided he stayed completely still - pointed the tapered end of the colossal claymore downwards, stabbing it into the ground a good six inches before the outer shell of ElDoradimon - who presumably felt nothing but a negligible itch - stopped it from perforating any further. "You hath lured my erstwhile past comrades and I here with promises of glorious and lucrative riches here into what is indubitably a trap of the least honourable type." How right he was. But oh, how he underestimated his foe. "If you wish to do battle with me, sly purveyor of sorceries and illusions, show oneself immediately and mayhaps I shall give you the advantage of an honest duel with Tactimon, General of the Forlorn Castle!"
"TRANSCENDENT SWORD!" Whoosh. Clang.
...
"TRANSCENDENT SWORD!" Whoosh. Clang.
...
"TRANSCENDEEEEENT SWOOOORD!" Whoosh. Clang.
Time and time again the blade of the fearsome defender of the Empyrean Skies fell upon the bricks of the trap within the innards of ElDoradimon, and time and time again, a blade and strike of power to most absolutely inconceivable bounced off without so much as leaving a scratch. ElDoradimon was a giant; and it seemed that even the metals that his innermost, negligible, and completely empty parts were constructed of could withstand the blasts and strikes of the panting guardian in glistening white armour. It seemed that as time had passed, the once-strong and fearsome leader of the triumvirate of adventurers, with his draconian brother and the uptight general, had let himself become lazy; with gifts given at his feet every day as he protected those who walked within the halls of the City of Luminas he had gorged himself on offering upon offering. His skill had become stale; his blade had become dull; Omnimon was nothing more than a shadow of his former self.
Thunk. With a weighty slam, and a cloud of dust, the Dramon Breaker let itself fall upon the floor, the flat of the blade collecting dust - as it had for the past few years - and its owner took to the musty floor moments later. "Hm." It thought to itself, letting its eyes close beneath its glistening metal helmet, surprisingly barely marred with scratches from all the times it had endured blows and beatings in the trio's many forays into the wilderness or the darkness. Once upon a time they had been the greatest; mercenaries, bounty-hunters, crime-fighters - for a price, of course - and the Digimon who developed over time the skill that all Digimon aspire to; the skill of fighting. Tactimon had retreated to his castle on the Cliffs; Omnimon had become lazy in taking up his job at the forefront of Luminas, expelling the odd troublemaker or thieving Rookie - chasing down Sukamon was the most exercise he'd had, the dragon would wager, for years. And he? He had become a nomad; wandering. Still fighting, of course; caring for those who passed through the Valley of Dragons like an unsung hero, an unspoken presence, a watchful, silent, invisible guardian who sometimes descended from on high upon the unruly and the feral. But above all else, what had he done these past few years? He had thought. "Whatever's called us here wants us to wait. Wants us to think." The dragon man lied back in the dirt and exhaled, eyes still closed, mammoth, armoured hands interlocked behind its head. "It wants to throw us off-guard, get us to freak out." In the distance he heard the clang of Omnimon's blade against the walls, and the continual, muffled repetition: "TRANSCENDENT SWORD! TRANSCENDENT SWORD! TRANSCENDEEENT SWOOORD!"
The Greymon chuckled and shook his head, slowly exhaling. "Come on, VictoryGreymon, may as well get a few moments' peace before you have to start the fight."
OOC: HOKAY. Post order; Envy -> Zeo -> Al. That, however, only applies for the first round. After I post again - because in the next posts, you should all choose your doors and go through them. (Zeo: right, Envy: centre, Al: left). You know who you're facing off against, so be prepared before you go in there, and you know, Al and Zeo, that your Tamer's got to perform the finishing blow with the disposable single-use Extractors. Simple.
What isn't is the post order after that. Once you're all split off, we will essentially establish three separate post orders; each of you may post so long as (obviously) I have to reply with your respective Mega. So say Envy posts, then Zeo posts, then I post, I will post with Tactimon and Omnimon's separate responses, and the pair of them may both post again. Once the enemies are deleted and their cores extracted, retire to the room outside - the doors will unlock - and then, you can wait, and stop posting til everyone finishes up. Hit me up if you have any questions; if not, good hunting, ladies and gentlemen.
Mansion of Tears
Basement "Operations Center"
Daichi Kumo had never been gifted with technological aptitude. All things considered, he had been bemused for the entire time why his sister hadn't been running things from this little radio station, given her natural ability with computers or whatever the fuck it was. The amount of times she had hacked his iPod to replace all his Pantera and Slipknot with Ke$ha and Miley Cyrus to get him back for whatever he'd done - usually smashing something she appreciated with his lumbering gait - were innumerable. Infact, sometimes, it wasn't even revenge. Sometimes it was just rubbing in his face that he was hungover or coming down or maybe he just hadn't slept so she decided "Your Love Is A Drug" at 6:30AM when they had the house to themselves on full blast from the boxer's speakers was the best way to go about the entire affair. But at the end of the day, Giygas had requested his sister's presence in assistance for this missive, and the attendance of some girl he hadn't met yet called "Akari", so they were going to run with the whole affair.
Grasping the microphone hooked over his ear and down to the left of his lips, he began shouting at high speeds in the imitation of a military base commander from multiple fast-paced FPS video games - the few he actually played - into it. "Come in, Death, Devil, Empress, Judgment, Justice, Reaper Team Zero-One, repeat, Reaper Zero-One, this is Tower, do you copy? Repeat, this is Tower, do you copy?" Silence for the moment. The microphones crackled in his ears with the sounds of footfall-
"Tower, this is Fellowship, could you please get Return and Hobbit and come back up to the lounge so we can watch the series of movies in full, over?"
"GET OFF THE FUCKING LINE, BARRIGAN!"
"Negative copy, Tower, this is Fellowship, did not hear, only heard "get off", "fucking", and potentially "butts"-"
"I WILL SMASH YOUR LORD OF THE RINGS DVDS."
Crackle. Click. The third line went dead. Where had he gotten to? Oh, right; silence for the moment. The microphones crackled in his ears with the sounds of heavy footfalls down steps. ElDoradimon; he had seen pictures, drawn up blueprints, and from the two monitors in front of him, both streaming live from Giygas' eye-cam. The first was just a plain copy of the stream, maybe delayed by a few seconds - even in the Digital World, ironically, the net wasn't perfect - and the second was a variable copy, currently "comparing the three-dimensional framework and laying it over a blueprint", or so Vira had said. It just made it look all wiry. "Okay, Reaper Zero-One, I have a full camera feed from Devil, repeat, can see what's going on. You should be coming up to the doors within the next couple of minutes." Blueprints scattered around the monitors, the room kept dark as the sun began to set, and halfway across the Digital World, five of Daichi Kumo's erstwhile comrades were in the belly of the beast - to be specific, a beast with a majority of its biological composition comprised of solid gold. "Keep the Extractors on-hand, and your heads on swivels, Reaper Zero-One."
"Foul beast!" Cried the general, grasping tight his Sword of Storms, held upwards in a defensive stance, as he gyrated. The room he was locked in was small. The ground was covered with grit; silt, dirt, ash, and dust. There was a musty stench hanging in the air; he had tried already four times to blast open the door, but some foul magicks were keeping it locked; foul magicks that none of his stances or mystical attacks, powerful as they were, could rend asunder. "Trickster of the most detestable calibre!" He raised the blade high, and in a single fluid movement, turning to the door, ascertaining that the golden bricks around him held no surprises - provided he stayed completely still - pointed the tapered end of the colossal claymore downwards, stabbing it into the ground a good six inches before the outer shell of ElDoradimon - who presumably felt nothing but a negligible itch - stopped it from perforating any further. "You hath lured my erstwhile past comrades and I here with promises of glorious and lucrative riches here into what is indubitably a trap of the least honourable type." How right he was. But oh, how he underestimated his foe. "If you wish to do battle with me, sly purveyor of sorceries and illusions, show oneself immediately and mayhaps I shall give you the advantage of an honest duel with Tactimon, General of the Forlorn Castle!"
"TRANSCENDENT SWORD!" Whoosh. Clang.
...
"TRANSCENDENT SWORD!" Whoosh. Clang.
...
"TRANSCENDEEEEENT SWOOOORD!" Whoosh. Clang.
Time and time again the blade of the fearsome defender of the Empyrean Skies fell upon the bricks of the trap within the innards of ElDoradimon, and time and time again, a blade and strike of power to most absolutely inconceivable bounced off without so much as leaving a scratch. ElDoradimon was a giant; and it seemed that even the metals that his innermost, negligible, and completely empty parts were constructed of could withstand the blasts and strikes of the panting guardian in glistening white armour. It seemed that as time had passed, the once-strong and fearsome leader of the triumvirate of adventurers, with his draconian brother and the uptight general, had let himself become lazy; with gifts given at his feet every day as he protected those who walked within the halls of the City of Luminas he had gorged himself on offering upon offering. His skill had become stale; his blade had become dull; Omnimon was nothing more than a shadow of his former self.
Thunk. With a weighty slam, and a cloud of dust, the Dramon Breaker let itself fall upon the floor, the flat of the blade collecting dust - as it had for the past few years - and its owner took to the musty floor moments later. "Hm." It thought to itself, letting its eyes close beneath its glistening metal helmet, surprisingly barely marred with scratches from all the times it had endured blows and beatings in the trio's many forays into the wilderness or the darkness. Once upon a time they had been the greatest; mercenaries, bounty-hunters, crime-fighters - for a price, of course - and the Digimon who developed over time the skill that all Digimon aspire to; the skill of fighting. Tactimon had retreated to his castle on the Cliffs; Omnimon had become lazy in taking up his job at the forefront of Luminas, expelling the odd troublemaker or thieving Rookie - chasing down Sukamon was the most exercise he'd had, the dragon would wager, for years. And he? He had become a nomad; wandering. Still fighting, of course; caring for those who passed through the Valley of Dragons like an unsung hero, an unspoken presence, a watchful, silent, invisible guardian who sometimes descended from on high upon the unruly and the feral. But above all else, what had he done these past few years? He had thought. "Whatever's called us here wants us to wait. Wants us to think." The dragon man lied back in the dirt and exhaled, eyes still closed, mammoth, armoured hands interlocked behind its head. "It wants to throw us off-guard, get us to freak out." In the distance he heard the clang of Omnimon's blade against the walls, and the continual, muffled repetition: "TRANSCENDENT SWORD! TRANSCENDENT SWORD! TRANSCENDEEENT SWOOORD!"
The Greymon chuckled and shook his head, slowly exhaling. "Come on, VictoryGreymon, may as well get a few moments' peace before you have to start the fight."
OOC: HOKAY. Post order; Envy -> Zeo -> Al. That, however, only applies for the first round. After I post again - because in the next posts, you should all choose your doors and go through them. (Zeo: right, Envy: centre, Al: left). You know who you're facing off against, so be prepared before you go in there, and you know, Al and Zeo, that your Tamer's got to perform the finishing blow with the disposable single-use Extractors. Simple.
What isn't is the post order after that. Once you're all split off, we will essentially establish three separate post orders; each of you may post so long as (obviously) I have to reply with your respective Mega. So say Envy posts, then Zeo posts, then I post, I will post with Tactimon and Omnimon's separate responses, and the pair of them may both post again. Once the enemies are deleted and their cores extracted, retire to the room outside - the doors will unlock - and then, you can wait, and stop posting til everyone finishes up. Hit me up if you have any questions; if not, good hunting, ladies and gentlemen.