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I Need a Villain ~Katsura, Ban/D, Dante (Fin)
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Post by Dante on Sept 10, 2017 21:29:14 GMT
Thundermon has suggested that instead of a fight, they should play, attack tag? Piedmon isn't happy with the idea of Piddomon getting out of this easily. "Where would be the fun in that? Maybe you shouldn't underestimate my lackey." "Please, I prefer the term Vice President of Making Collages." "Do you really think I would have taken in Piddomon if he couldn't battle? Someone as annoying as him? I would have turned him into a doll by now." "Lord Piedmon? Do I really have to fight?" "Well, you two are taking some of the fun out of it. Hurry up and put on a show. Then we can turn our attention to Phelesmon. The two of you can put on a two man show about the crusades for all I care."
Piedmon raises his hand to the curtains behind the stage and opens them up with sorcery. "Go come up with something. Comedy or Tragedy will both work." "Yes, Lord Piedmon." Piddomon nonchalantly flies behind the curtains to come up with some kind of performance with Thundermon. Neither of them have any professional training in acting, to the Prince of Chaos' knowledge. Hopefully it will be entertaining enough. Otherwise, Piedmon might wind up going ballistic, like most critics.
Revan had asked Katsura more about her. Having been cooped up in the Dark Fortress, it's been a while since he's met a new Tamer, let alone a Human with a Mega level partner. "I mean, where do you come from? Where are you going? No Human traverses the Digital World without some interesting stories to tell." Revan takes a sip from his mug of orange juice. "For me, I became a Tamer when I was quite young. As young children, my friends and I discovered a group of digital eggs. They were sent to the Human World by the Dark One, Piedmon's ally turned enemy. After learning how to be efficient Tamers, we eventually broke away from the Dark One, defecting and forming our own team." Revan pounds his fist down hard on the table. "That is, until Dante got involved."
Meanwhile, Kiyoko and Misty are having a little scuffle in the woods. They didn't know it yet, but this chance meeting would change the course of their lives. Misty stands with her hands on her hips and turns her nose up at Kiyoko and Renamon. "Hmph! I never realized how rude Digimon with Tamers can be." "What scheme is Piedmon cooking up this time?" "How the heck should I know? Ever since Dante crushed my D-Tector, Piedmon abandoned me. Said I was useless. What's your problem?" "Ahh, so you no longer serve that demonic jester. I'm just upset at Dante's friend Raziya. They are inside on a date." "So, you mean that you're mad at her too?! Stupid Tamer, thinks she's so much better than everyone. Dante belongs to me!"
Kiyoko turns, and goes to walk away. "Well, good luck with that." Misty grabs Kiyoko by her sleeve. "Wait! You can't just leave me. Without my powers I can't do anything." "Huh, you know... you could always get another D-Tector." Misty's eyes brighten up. "Hah reeeally???" Misty drops down and hugs Kiyoko around the knees. "Oh, please please please take me to the Digital World so I can get another D-Tector. I'll do anything! I'll uh, make all your wildest dreams come true! I'll make you a star!" Kiyoko just stands there, not reacting to Misty making a fool of herself. "Help me get back at Raziya, and we have a deal." Misty looks up. "You really mean it? Oh yay Kiyoko, yay!" Misty jumps up and gives Kiyoko a big hug, jumping up and down. "We're going to be best friends now. Like sisters!" Renamon gives Kiyoko an "Are you serious? She's crazy!" look. Kiyoko just shrugs. "Now, how to stick it to Raziya." "And then we will have Dante all to ourselves! I mean, I'll share him with you some of the time, maybe..."
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Post by Ban/Double D on Sept 11, 2017 5:35:28 GMT
As the two flew up, the moment they left view, Thundermon split, once more, D sighing, his ears tucking behind his head, irritated, as he huffed, "this is such a waste of time. I thought we had a mission or something?" He huffed, while Ban listened, closely, to Revan, as he spoke of one known as 'The Dark One', one who seemed to have been a previous equal and partner of sorts to Piedmon. Another piece of a puzzle, he was grasping the history of Piedmon rapidly, but he shrugged, not all of the pieces fit just yet, and he pondered his current situation. "A play is virtually a form of manipulation. Just a face you put on to please the audience, however, I can't think of something we can do with only three characters. Piedmon seemed actually proud of this clumsy angel digimon. Ban couldn't help but wonder if there was some potential he couldn't quite see in this holy digimon. Regardless, Ban sat up, "How about this? A fake fight. You can attack as much as you like, you, on the other hand, can just pretend to be hit by our attacks. We will stop ourselves just before impact, right, Double?" He ensured that D was on the same page, and he just shrugged, "Yeah, sure, I've kinda just run outta steam, I probably couldn't take this joker seriously if I tried." He shrugged, Ban frowned, "He doesn't mean it. He's just... impatient."
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Post by Katsura Ise on Sept 11, 2017 17:40:17 GMT
Katsura made a sigh that all but spelled out a plead for them to just getting the fight over with. For a showman like Piedmon this would be the equivalent of an audience that just wanted the show started so they can skip to the 'interesting' part. "When will Godzilla demolish buildings? Will stuff in this Michael Bay movie blow up already? When do the dinosaurs arrive?" Those where the kind of questions currently painted on Katsura's face over the argument of this fake combat since Phelesmon was what Katsura was after. For this reason, Katsura agreed that it didn't matter what they showed on the scene... If anything at all really. To cope with this 'tedious' situation, Katsura just immersed herself in the conversation with Revan as well as actually eating that steak. "I mean, where do you come from? Where are you going? No Human traverses the Digital World without some interesting stories to tell." "Well, I'm Ise Katsura. I'm 14... 15? I think eh, I lost track after being here for a while. Time runs faster here than the human world you know. I come from Greater Shibuya and now I'm mostly in the forest. Stories? Hmm... Well I remember my first day in the digital world. I had just jumped down in the Shibuya River and fell down in a forest. I really thought it wouldn't work. Then I looked up and saw a traveling restaurant." "That Guilmon was his name." "Right Nyao, anyway I wanted some fries for us but we couldn't quite afford a meal. And Nyao was rather hostile." "Hey it was a black Guilmon, he could be dangerous." "Sigh, I cut a deal that we could fight him for a meal... What a mistake that was sigh. The fight went great, mind you but then Nyao had to use her screaming attack." "You loved the sound. Hehe" "That's besides the point! I had to work at the restaurant as a busgirl slash waitress for a week to pay off the damage."
Nyao laughed proudly at that feat and lifted her glass to signal a toast, a gesture that only made Katsura irritated. "Sigh, after that I decided that Nyao can't antagonize others unless they have already done something to me." "Riight" Nyao said bored. "And because of that she never lets me fight or do anything fun." "Hey what about SkullGreymon?" "That happened recently, it doesn't count."
Katsura made another sigh this time in annoyance, especially over Nyao's logic. Just because Katsura and Nyao are close friends it doesn't means they agree on everything.
OOC: For the people who are curious about the story narrated above, see this thread: digimonforumrp.freeforums.net/thread/3087/last-leap-faith-open-npc
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Post by Dante on Sept 12, 2017 5:18:07 GMT
It appears that Piedmon is having some difficulty getting the Digimon on stage to agree on a performance. Indeed, they had other business to attend to, but Piedmon wanted to get in a live performance before it was time to get dirty. Piddomon is miffed that the twins don't have much faith in the fallen angel. "Don't think I'll go easy on you. I'll have you know that I'm a 3-time Angel Mini Golf Champion! Get ready for this!" Piddomon spins around, twirling his staff in the air. He prances around the stage like an imp in the forest. His staff emits a pink mist full of stars. The mist makes Ban and Double D feel very tired.
The mist spreads off the stage and reaches Piedmon. "Hey! You're not supposed to put the audience to sleep!" Piddomon stops dancing around, and admires his work. "Ya, that's right! I bet you don't have an attack that's half as beautiful." "Grr, this show is over! Revan, throw a tomato!" "Yes, Lord Piedmon." Revan grabs a tomato off the table and throws it at Piddomon, hitting him right in the face. "Ban, Double D, tis only fair to attack him back. Give this fool a good smacking, and we'll call it good."
While Piedmon is preoccupied with trying to improve live theater, Revan is learning more about Katsura and her partner Nyao. Apparently they had a situation where they had to pay for damages after a battle. This lead to Katsura adding restrictions on when the duo would fight. "Is that so? I would have just crushed Black Guilmon and left without paying. Back when my friends were still around, before Gabumon Black left." Had this been a year or two ago, Revan might have been judgmental towards Katsura, and lecture her about how to be a good Tamer. Very rude, considering his own Digimon partner left because he was such a lousy Tamer.
Then Katsura mentioned a SkullGreymon. And Nyao confirmed that this incident had happened recently. Revan recalls hearing about the SkullGreymon demolishing part of the forest. In fact, this is where Katsura said she usually hangs out at. (Thinking) "Could Nyao be the one that defeated SkullGreymon? I don't remember hearing reports about a Tamer." Revan finishes the last piece of steak on his plate, and wipes his mouth with a dark red cloth. "SkullGreymon, huh?" Revan leans in close so Piedmon won't overhear. The Prince of Chaos is so preoccupied with the performance, that he's tuning out everything else. "If you really don't intend on joining us, you should keep quiet about that. If he knows that you defeated the monster, it will only entice my master to pursue you further."
After Piddomon has been suitably "rewarded" for his display, Piedmon turns his attention back to his evil schemes. "Now then, this Phelesmon that you seek... I know where his main base of operations is located. If we can eliminate Phelesmon and his constituents, we can convince his remaining forces to join my army. His base is not too far from here. Further down the Cliffs of Chaos. Sometimes I get his mail. Ughh! He's always ordering the stupidest things off of Azamon."
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Post by Ban/Double D on Sept 12, 2017 6:19:23 GMT
The two resumed their appearances, and thundermon returned to the stage, as Piddomon started... Dancing? He then noticed the mist, and took a stance, before his feet faltered. His eyes felt droopy and his mind filled with fog. He shook his body, trying to clear himself of this fog. "A trickster, eh...? Well. Only one way to deal with that sort of thing." He muttered, focusing on his fist, before turning to Piddomon. He didn't need to think to much to execute his plan. He started, then staggered, stopping his charge, as Piddomon was hit in the face. He brought his palms to his face, shocking himself, dealing no real damage, but stinging. He somewhat awoke, enough to point at Piddomon. "You. Can you see? If you can't, wipe off that fruit. I have no business fighting against a foe weakened by outside forces." He felt he should elaborate, "I have an appearance to uphold, you know? A certain amount of pride." He explained, staggering, but staring at Piddomon. The moment Piddomon either cleaned himself off, or stated he was fine, Thundermon charged his fist and lunged forward, quickly, "Thunder Bomb!" He announced, aiming a strong punch at the other's face. His own solution for dealing with these trickster-types.
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Post by Katsura Ise on Sept 12, 2017 16:43:57 GMT
Finally, the show was likely over and now Katsura had a clue. Any longer was now just a bonus, with the location of Phelesmon limited to a specified area it was mostly good manners that kept Katsura from leaving. Nyao had more reason to stay such as the great food and someone to talk with, this was the first time Nyao was capable of sitting with Katsura at a dinner table. Normally she'd either be a cat or a toy but now, she could actually party on equal terms.
Emphasizing Nyao's beneficial situation was her reaching out for a tomato to throw only to see Katsura's disapproving patient sigh, which she responded to by placing said tomato on her plate as if it was her intention all along.
Nyao couldn't help but overhearing Revan's comment. "Is that so? I would have just crushed Black Guilmon and left without paying. Back when my friends were still around, before Gabumon Black left." "Like I said," Nyao toke a sip, "I'm not allowed to have fun."
Now Katsura turned her attention to Piedmon on the assumption that now he was going to talk about how Katsura played a role in his evil scheme, unless of course getting rid of a rival and getting new henchmen was enough for Piedmon.
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Post by Dante on Sept 13, 2017 4:38:06 GMT
After the fallen angel wipes the tomato juice off his face, Piddomon is hit with a stunning Thunder Bomb, dropping the Champion. He would have been hit with another tomato, if Nyao had not been swayed by her Tamer. Nyao exclaimed, "I'm not allowed to have fun." Likely a joke, but how much is Nyao willing to comply with Katsura's requests? If the group was caught up in a dangerous battle, maybe then Nyao could get some kicks out of beating up vile monsters that deserve it. Piddomon struggles to get up. The punch apparently broke his nose, as his voice is even more nasally and high pitched than before.
Piddomon stumbles off the stage, grabbing some cake for dessert to take his mind off the pain. "Oooohhhhooohhh..." Piedmon finishes his meal, stacks his dishes and throws them across the room. They land neatly on a tray next to the door. "Now then, we shall pay Phelesmon a visit he won't forget. Revan, you're coming with us. Piddomon, stay here and guard the fortress. You're already on thin ice, so if anything goes wrong, well, I'll determine your punishment when, and if..." Piedmon slowly floats through the air towards Katsura and Nyao, hovering less than a few inches above the floor.
"I hope you enjoyed the meal. Sorry the performance was, lacking. If you want to defeat Phelesmon, then I suggest you come with us. Like I said, we need to recruit evil Digimon to increase our forces. With Phelesmon overthrown, his sheep will fall in line like lemmings." "Um, Lord Piedmon, sir? Are you sure it is wise to leave the Dark Fortress in the soft hands of Piddomon, sire?" "We won't be gone for long. Besides, who's going to enter the fortress while we are gone? Just don't plug too many devices into the same outlet, or anything." "You can count on me, master!" "Let's hope so, for your sake."
Piedmon opens up a dark cloudy portal. Assuming he's going through along with Douban D, Nyao, Revan, and Kitty-Katsura, the gang enters the portal and emerges along the Cliffs of Chaos. Piedmon sees a small cave opening along the side of the cliffs. Piedmon floats over to make his way inside. "This must be where Phelesmon is. I can see why so many of his packages don't make it here." The Prince of Chaos approaches a Gazimon wearing glasses and what appears to be demonic robes. He is sitting behind the reception desk just inside the cave.
"Greetings, peasant. I wish to speak with Phelesmon." Gazimon checks his papers. "Do you have an appointment?" "I don't need an appointment, I go where I please! Tell Phelesmon that I wish to see him at once!" "Sorry, you have to have an appointment with his royal fiendishness." "Do you know who I am?! Let us in." "Let me check with my supervisor." Gazimon lifts up a phone carved out of a skull. "Mmm-hmm, yes, all right." Gazimon hangs up. "Looks like you still need to set up an appointment before hand. I can pencil you in for a couple weeks out." "You foolish, pathetic side character! How dare you try to big league the Prince of Chaos!" Piedmon turns to his associates. "Do any of you know how to deal with this butt kisser?"
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Post by Ban/Double D on Sept 13, 2017 20:15:49 GMT
Thundermon simply stood there, staring at his own fist. He had expected a direct approach to work just fine against a spellcaster such as Piddomon, but he didn't expect it to be a one-hit win. He sighed, before he approached Piddomon, "Hey, don't feel too bad, this body was made for fighting, and yours hasn't been trained for that sort of thing." was his nice version of saying that he wasn't fit for combat, unless he trained. At least his instinct and logic was sound enough, as he was opposed to the fight from the beginning. Thundermon flexed his knuckles, as he approached Piedmon as he made his way over to Piedmon's portal, before they were confronted by an impressively brave receptionist rookie level. He seemed very confident, for his level, perhaps due to protection that serving Phelesmon provides. Piedmon was at a loss at Gazimon's stubborn rule-following and immediately relied on those surrounding him. Thundermon stroked the lower part of his head, where his chin would be, “The confidence of this Gazimon indicates there is some form of security guarding the area, that, or Gazimon himself is hiding some strength. Besides, breaking and entering may not be all that smart either, ‘cause we have no idea what kind of defenses are in place. Infiltration might be a smarter bet.” he remarked, scanning the area with his eyes, before approaching the Gazimon, “hey, can I see your boss’s schedule? I just wanna know what kinda stuff is keeping him so busy.” he asked, almost rudely, as he landed down on the desk, almost at eye level with the Gazimon.
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Post by Katsura Ise on Sept 14, 2017 15:52:59 GMT
Revan would be surprised (or not considering the location) to learn that Nyao had a rather... Twisted sense of humor. While Nyao does restrain herself, she would do a lot if only Katsura wasn't such a stick in the mood pacifist. You can't really tell if Nyao was joking or if she seriously defined "fun" as so.
After the meal, Piedmon finally lead Katsura and Nyao to Phelesmon's lair. But just when action seemed to start, Piedmon had to face the ultimate evil: An impenetrable bureaucracy! To Katsura it was very ironic to see the lord of chaos succumbing to a receptionist, a symbol of order. During Piedmon's fit of rage, Katsura paid close attention to the paper by which Gazimon was reading. Then Katsura and Nyao looked at each other for a second during the phone call as if they telepathically had come to an agreement.
Then when Thundermon spoke up about checking Phelesmon calender, the mere second Gazimon stopped paying attention his papers, Nyao exploded at Gazimon.
"Aaagh WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE!? NEVER IN MY LIFE HAD I SEEN SUCH A LOUSY SERVICE. I WANT IN RIGHT NOW!"
Nyao obnoxiously leaned into Gazimon and yelled at him in a voice that more than certainly would make any regular human deaf. But also forced everyone to pay attention to Nyao. "Who is your superior? CALL HIM RIGHT THIS INSTANCE!"
You could say that yelling loud and being rude won't solve anything, but Katsura actually had a plan. While Nyao was over dramatic and hammy Katsura snook behind the desk without making a sound. If Gazimon tried to find out anything, Nyao would just act even more rude and obnoxious: everyone has to pay full attention to Nyao, even if she has to make you.
Behind the desk, Katsura found the list of appointments and altered it so that "Katsura Ise is having a meeting with Phelesmon in 5 minutes from now". Surprisingly, Katsura managed to make a perfect imitation of handwritings and systems, making it indistinguishable from true appointments.
Katsura quickly snook back with Nyao and with a overbearing sigh she patted. "It's okay Minervamon, you can come with me as my ears."
Katsura then made a polite bow before Gazimon. Nyao bowed way lower to apologize. "My name is Ise Katsura, I have an appointment. Please tell me where I can find Phelesmon."
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Post by Dante on Sept 14, 2017 16:39:45 GMT
And so Piedmon and his new allies found themselves up against the ultimate challenge: A 9-5 receptionist actually trying to do his job. Thundermon requested to see the list, but Gazimon shakes his head. "I'm sorry, but I can't disclose that information." "Silence! Will you stop playing this foolish charade already and let us see the schedule?! I am NOT IN THE MOOD to exploit my talents to obliterate you." Gazimon sighs, irritated the prince of chaos is making his job difficult. Only when Nyao chimes in does it change his tune.
The Mega level verbally rips his head off. Gazimon is terrified of Nyao. "Bwah-aahh! Okay, take the schedule. Take it!" However, Katsura has altered the schedule. Piedmon snatches the schedule out of Gazimon's claws. "Let's see here... I see Phelesmon is throwing a party this weekend. Wait, why wasn't I invited?!" "I'm sure it was just a mix up in the mail, my lord." "Ah, yes-yes-yes, hmm, he's installing a new air conditioner, ah here we go! Katsura has a meeting with Phelesmon." Gazimon looks at the schedule, confused and scratching his head. "But I didn't see.. oh just go in, and don't hurt me! I'm just trying to do my job here. I guess I will uh, escort you in. Just, don't be so scary."
Gazimon leads the group inside. They walk down a long flight of stairs. It starts to get hotter, and hotter. Finally they reach two large stone doors. Gazimon goes to open them, but Piedmon uses the force magic to violently swing the doors wide open. Piedmon walks out into a large room surrounded by hellfire and lava. On the other side, a dark balcony overlooks the room, surrounded by demon Digimon guards. In the center of the balcony there is a large dark throne. Upon the throne sits a large red demon Digimon wearing a black outfit with his chest exposed. "Oh, well look who it is! If it isn't the Prince of lame horror movies and birthday parties himself."
Piedmon just stands there, hovering slightly above the stone floor. "Are you amusing yourself, Phelesmon?" "What's the matter, Piedmon? Wait, did you get more of my mail? I ordered some cheap knockoff bootleg toys." "Why the hell would you do that?" "So I can film myself complaining about how bad they are and put it on the internet." Gazimon runs over and stands next to Piedmon, bowing before Phelesmon. "Master, apparently you have a meeting with Katsura." "Really? Must be another one of my fans."
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Post by Ban/Double D on Sept 15, 2017 1:17:35 GMT
Thundermon Instinctively ducked aside as Nyao barked at the Gazimon, to the extent where a part of him started to dislike how obnoxiously she screeched, but he decided to chalk it up to the situation, rather than the digimon's actual nature, regardless, he brought his hands to where he ears should be, and coursed electricity over it, drowning out the noise. Regardless, he just wanted to see the schedule, to maybe plan for an infiltration. But the girl managed to deceive the Gazimon. "That was shockingly convenient." Thundermon remarked, able to care less about this Phelesmon, regardless of the rivalry. He couldn't help but notice how easily distracted Piedmon was. But, then again, his plan of hiring the stragglers of this digimon's following was actually sort of clever. He hovered past the Gazimon, "Hey, sorry 'bout that, all that yelling was pretty rude." He conceded, trying not to make the Gazimon feel better. He found that striking up a conversation with the Gazimon was the best choice, seeing all of this business with Phelesmon wasn't by any means HIS business. Gazimon approached Phelesmon, bowing, but Thundermon stayed put, still deciding what he thought of this demon man digimon.
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Post by Katsura Ise on Sept 15, 2017 15:09:41 GMT
In another timeline in another world, Katsura and Nyao would likely have been renounced street performers by now. The reason why a street girl Katsura's age was able to survive this long on her own was by being a professional congirl and then passing her knowledge on to Nyao. By the end of the day, there aren't much difference between being a stage performer like Piedmon and being a con-artist. Most notably was how both professions required deception and playing a character.
From Thundermon's snark he might not know what was going on or maybe Nyao was just that great in the role as "that obnoxious costumer". Either way while Gazimon was focused on finding Phelesmon, Nyao sent Thundermon a wink with her eye just to tell him that this temper tantrum was, in fact, entirely staged from the get go.
Katsura didn't mind having Thundermon talking with Gazimon, having him acting sympatic towards the now terrified and confused receptionist helped her with detaching herself from the implications of Nyao's actions and focus on Phelesmon.
And up they went through a stairway and now it was getting warmer, quite literally actually. They arrived at the entrance to a throne room. Of course, Katsura thought irritated. Nothing is ever easy of course this Phelesmon had to be a lord of a domain filled with guards why doesn't she ever plan ahead more than 1 step?
Well, Katsura made it this far and was now standing before Phelesmon in his own throne room right in the dark area. Now was not the time to give up and she knew it.
Katsura stood at the feet of Phelesmon throne, with Nyao right besides her. She knew that Phelesmon was not worth trying to mimic fake happiness to, so she just stood with her default face. Nyao followed suit knowing well that this could escalate any moment.
Katsura's voice was serious and emotionless. "Really? Must be another one of my fans." "Can we close the door, please."
After getting her reasonable request met, Katsura spoke for real. "You must be Phelesmon, I'm Ise Katsura... Did you know?... That one of my friends is a tsukaimon named Willis?... What happened in forest?... I know... What happened to him... What happened to his family... Why his brother attacked."
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Post by Dante on Sept 15, 2017 17:33:27 GMT
Now that the group had dealt with the receptionist, they were face to face with an unusual devil. Thundermon decided to be kind to Gazimon. Doesn't hurt to build bridges. Finally Katsura confronts Willis' tormenter. Phelesmon perks up when she mentions Willis. "That little jerk?! What's he gotten into now?" Phelesmon apparently did not know about Domon's transformation into SkullGreymon, and the aftermath. News doesn't reach dark reclusive shut ins in the Dark Area very fast. "Hmph. So that miserable little pit stain is your friend, eh? I can see why you would have a bone to pick with me. Is this why you have come here with your entourage, Piedmon?"
"Katsura's business is her own, but I am here to overthrow you and take control of your forces." The guards all laugh. "Humorous. A great clown, but a terrible demon. Guards, attack this joker." Piedmon raises his hand, calling for his allies to let him handle this for now. The demon guards take arm, surrounding Piedmon with spears. "The stage, she calls to me. How sweet she whispers." Piedmon takes a white cloth and throws it at one of the guards. The cloth expands and covers the demon, transforming them into a doll with Piedmon's Clown Trick ability. Another guard charges forward, but Piedmon dodges with style and grace. The jester swats the demon in the back of the neck, sending them flying.
Some winged demons fly overhead, firing arrows. Piedmon falls back on his Trump Sword, conjuring three swords and piercing the airborne demons. Piedmon teleports to the far right side of the room, and throws a cartoon bomb down. The explosion breaks apart part of the floor, sending the remaining demons plummeting into the fire. Piedmon returns to the center of the room, next to a terrified Gazimon. "Fin." Phelesmon is frustrated Piedmon made his guards look foolish. "Great job! Who would have thought a Mega could defeat a bunch of low level Digimon? I'm really shocked..." "Cut the sarcasm. Don't you have any fighters that are worth stealing? Or will I have to let Katsura and Nyao have their fun with you?"
Phelesmon thinks for a moment, scratching his goatee. "How about this? I'll select two fighters, and you select two of yours. If you can win both of the battles, I shall relinquish my forces to you. But if you don't win both fights, your warriors will have to join me." "That hardly seems fair. Why do we have to win two fights?" "That is my offer. Talk amongst yourselves." Piedmon flashes a wicked grin. "Yes, that offer is satisfactory. Let me check with my associates." Piedmon speaks with the group. "What do you think, Lord Piedmon? Are you sure you want to go through with this deal?" "I'm sure Thundermon and Nyao are more than capable of dealing with Phelesmon's goons. Would you two care to fight?"
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Post by Ban/Double D on Sept 16, 2017 6:05:07 GMT
Thundermon glanced at Piedmon, raising his brow, "Uhh... Isn't... using me cheating?" He asked, signalling one with each hand, before bringing them together, and bringing them apart, again, repeating the process meaningfully towards Piedmon, before eventually making an odd grunt, before zipping behind cover, before two figures emerged, skidding apart. The two, at first similar, immediately grew, one, into a bulky beast man digimon, Leomon, the other, only around 5 feet in height, decked out with combat equipment. The two clashed with their blades, "You lost focus." The leomon stated, driving forward, before the Sealsdramon pushed back with his small knife, "Ain't it better this way? Otherwise we'd be liars!" He yelled, pushing back, before Leomon gripped the arm holding the knife. "Either way. You can fight." He stated, throwing Sealsdramon effortlessly, due to the size difference. Sealsdramon flew, for a moment, before he momentarily turned into a blur of speed, appearing, upright, and on his feet, about 10 feet away from where he was before, having regained his balance, and skidding on the ground with his clawed feet. "Fine." He huffed, reaching towards the small cigarette sticking out of the side of his mask, which he gripped, lightly, with his thumb and forefinger, inhaling, before he pulled it out, before he visibly exhaled, smoke pouring from small gaps of his face protection, before he stuck the cigarette back in the hole seemingly specifically crafted to fit the cigarette in. The leomon also had something in his mouth, as he walked up, twiddling the toothpick in his mouth, expertly. Sealsdramon cracked his neck, holding an impressive aura despite his human-like size, "Well? Bring out your guy so I can pound him." He ordered, sharply.
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Post by Katsura Ise on Sept 16, 2017 6:53:12 GMT
Though Phelesmon apparently didn't knew about the rampaging SkullGreymon, at least he wasn't surprised at Katsura's motivation to seek him out. And just as Nyao had expected; a mere trash talk exchange between Piedmon and Phelesmon was all it took for the situation to escalate.
Nyao made a short sigh and a grin when watching Piedmon's blatantly one-sided fight. Knowing that Piedmon was currently on Katsura's side helped Katsura relax on the situation, she couldn't honestly imagine herself all alone about to fight a lord in his own home.
Nyao couldn't help but having fun watching Piedmon dominating the field, this was just her kind of humor. It was then Phelesmon offered a different kind of combat: a match between two champions and Nyao was singled out as one of the participants.
Nyao reacted by briefly looking at Katsura who gave an overbearing sigh and a nod, Katsura wasn't proud of having to do this but she had no other choice. Then Katsura, on Nyao's request, walked some tens of yards back to offer Nyao some elbow room.
Not caring about the bickering of Ban and DD Nyao looked downwards with a sadistic smirk. Nyao reached for her back and drew out a gigantic sword dramatically swinging it to the side. Doing so caused the sword to gain a bright white glow. Nyao then assumed combat position. Whatever Phelesmon was up to, Katsura and Nyao were ready for it.
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