D-Reaper Scout
In-Training
Never The End
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OOC Name: NolChannel™
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Post by D-Reaper Scout on Feb 16, 2018 23:46:06 GMT
The Forsaken Wasteland - even on its most dangerous days, one could not easily fight back the intense boredom and dread that came along with this place. This vast, barren wasteland was the perfect place to go to hide from the law, and the world itself: who was going to be dense enough to come to such a place willingly? There was no point, and no benefit, save for the few spirit totems that had blown their way into the area throughout the years.
Today was no exception. Aside from the occasional roar of a demon cracking through the barren terrain, or a harsh whistle of dry wind through the stiff, cragged ground, there was not a single reason to be in these forgotten grounds. Then again, that made it the perfect place to hide something quite innocuous: amidst this land, with no particular flare, rhyme, or reason, existed an interesting rock (X), of quite a vague shape. At a certain angle, it might have once looked to have some sort of cut shape, but what could be considered wings were long drawn into smooth, gray plates, and where a head would be was just a single pointed, jutting rock. Whatever it was, it had been here for ages, just another part of the background...
... Which made its reaction all the more jarring. With no pretense or furor beforehand, this ancient, 'ordinary' stone gave a fierce, audible crack, a cry like a foul banshee roaring through the air. Those fierce cracks turned red, soon outlining the stone entirely, the very ground - not just underneath the statue, but throughout the wasteland as a whole - starting to rumble. It was almost as if the very world underneath shook, first as if in fear, then as if in agony. At its peak, the rock's form entirely vanished into a copious amount of red data, a beam of red light piercing straight through the sky.
The chaos that ensued that day would mark a grim warning for the rest of the world.
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D-Reaper Scout
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Never The End
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OOC Name: NolChannel™
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Post by D-Reaper Scout on Feb 16, 2018 23:46:57 GMT
From there, it didn't take long for things to get out of hand. Whatever the source was, no-one was certain, but the symptoms of whatever happened were quite apparent: a sizeable red mass of consistently changing form had already taken over a good section of the wasteland, creating its own desolate field. The temperature immediately around the area had grown from a fairly cool breeze to an absolutely scorching heat... and above the center, quite an ominous sight hung overhead:
"Oh, dear me..."
"No-one panic! It's a Reaper without a host - we've handled these before!"
The sighting of this anomaly was not one that went unnoticed for long! The owner of the first voice, a Reppamon (X), leveled his gaze from a distance. The second voice belonged to a tamer (X), smirking as he clutched his green D-3. His Deputymon (X) stood off to the side in silence, as two more rounded out the group: a Tigervespamon (X) and a Musyamon (X), each with a blade rested over a shoulder.
The latter of the two swordsman gave a grin: "Eh, what's to worry about? Dream or not, it looks the same as it always has..."
"Caution and brevity advised. Engage!" The Tigervespamon's order buzzed out, the tamer giving a grin: "You heard the Captain, let's go!"
Indeed, this wasn't just a random assortment of four Digimon, but a coordinated team, fully prepared to fight the D-Reaper agents before them. With a Wizardmon and Datamon watching from a distance, this group charged in head-long, the Tigervespamon and Musyamon cutting through from the front, while the Reppamon and Deputymon stayed behind, on point. The value of bladed Digimon shone through right at the start, advancing agents' cables severed almost as quickly as they appeared. Even the Pendulum Feet (X) were kept at bay with skilled fire by the Deputymon...
... But in this minute of perfect movement, these five had already sealed their own fate. Having already spent so much time dealing with them in the past, inside the Sea of Blood, one might say they were already with the D-Reaper:
"💧︎◆︎♍︎♒︎ ⬧︎🙵♓︎●︎●︎📬︎📬︎📬︎ ⍓︎□︎◆︎🕯︎●︎●︎ ♋︎●︎●︎ ❍︎♋︎🙵♏︎ ◻︎♏︎❒︎♐︎♏︎♍︎⧫︎ ◻︎♋︎⬥︎■︎⬧︎ ♐︎□︎❒︎ ◆︎⬧︎📬︎"
"What in the world - !!"
The Reppamon's voice cut out: each of them heard that incomprehensible voice echo through their head. The Reppamon writhed, falling on his front; the Tigervespamon and Deputymon fell to a knee, while the Musyamon and tamer outright collapsed. All five of them were soon surrounded by a strong, red aura, the agents turning their attention away from their former attackers.
After all, why would they be concerned with their allies? The Reppamon righted himself first, his mask taking a sheer red sheen, the tail taking a matching tone as it doubled in size. He grinned, a set of sharp fangs making themselves evident underneath the mask, as his fur took a black tone.
The tamer himself took the least evident of changes, a mere red glint entering his eye. The Deputymon, though? Oh, his guns - all three of them - took a sheer red tone in color, that ordinarily red scarf turned to a demented gray, blowing freely in the wind. For the Tigervespamon, the only change in its frame - evident from a distance, anyway - was its now sparking red blades and wings, replacing the pristine electric blue. The Musyamon's armor now took a black sheen, a sickly crimson aura radiating from his blade.
All five turned, facing outward from the core. Whatever resolve they had to charge before had simply melted away, the tamer giving a dark grin.
"Well now... let's get started."
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