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The Daedalus Expedition I [Mars/Elliot/Cion]
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Jul 6, 2018 2:40:59 GMT
Elliot jumped back a little in surprise as Barbamon suddenly appeared before him. If he was in Digimon form, he would have likely tensed up and slid into a fighting stance. Instead, with nothing more than his Digivice and his walking stick in hand, he found himself raising the walking stick as if ready to use it as a weapon. With Elliot being rather scrawny, it was honestly more hilarious than threatening, especially considering he very well could have reached for his Digivice or even a particularly large rock instead.
Upon realizing that the newly-appearing Digimon wasn't there to fight, Elliot calmed down and lowered the walking stick. He looked up at the Barbamon, taking in the enormity of the wise-looking demon lord, and frowned apologetically. "Sorry about that," he said. "You really startled me there." He took a few more breaths to ease himself, not wanting to rush to conclusions about the demon lord's question until after he could think about it in the right frame of mind.
"I am here to support my friends," he finally settled on, figuring a half-truth would be the smartest thing to go with here. Not only could he be completely honest about his own motivations, but he could also avoid saying too much about the nature of the mission and why Colin was here. The real question was whether this was a conscious bit of guile, or simply Elliot's usual earnestness coming to the surface. "I may not be able to lend much help on my own, but that won't stop me from doing anything I can to stand by them. I mean, it's the least I can do, right?
If I can ask, what brings you here? Is this your home, or are you exploring here?"
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Post by Colin, Luke & Bellamy on Jul 18, 2018 7:43:02 GMT
The Barbamon seemed to scoff at Cion's statement of defiance, but did not react further to the seeming challenge. It seemed that both sides had reached an understanding that this would not be an encounter that required the use of battle. Most of them answered fairly honestly, that they were here for some business that didn't concern him. But he took interest in the spirit wielder's answer, raising a wizened eyebrow as he apologized.
In fact he spoke with such respect that Barbamon felt that it would be right of him to continue the conversation properly. "Why am I here you ask?" he said, but, his voice was not where they expected him to be. Before their eyes, Barbamon disappeared from the spot in front of them and assumed a position behind them. Colin and his partners whirled around in bewilderment. Could he truly move this fast?
"I am here as a messenger" Barbamon said. "What you see before you, well, it's just an illusion. One of the very least of my abilities. But to the point, my message is... I am speaking to you on behalf of Zanbamon. And I assure you, Colin James, Luke Elecmon, Bellamy Impmon, he knows that you're here, and why you're here".
Colin was as shocked by this information as he was by Barbamon's movements. He seemed to be pacing around them, but also seemed to... flash between positions so quickly he didn't think it was possible.
"You're here for both vengeance and the completion of an assignment given to you" Barbamon continued. "Yes, Zanbamon has acquired an artifact that your employer seeks, and he will not give it up voluntarily. And also, yes, Zanbamon admits to the acts of the destruction of "Impy" and "Leky", although I'm frankly surprised why you would feel hostile to him when he spared your data. You're both alive, living good lives, all by his mercy. Why are you so vengeful about it though?"
"Because it wasn't his right to take it from us in the first place!" Bellamy snarled, and would have said more if Luke hadn't have pulled him back.
"Is that so?" Barbamon asked, using his by now characteristic flash to now appear in front of them once more. "Shall we go over the details then?"
Before them, a screen of light appeared. It grew larger and wider until it appeared as something of a screen at a movie cinema. And there, in front of them, the "film" began with an Impmon. Not a furred one with a white belly like Bellamy was, but a furless purple devil with hateful green eyes. Barbamon's image had disappeared for the moment, but his voice lingered. "Here you see an Impmon. A friendless, boastful, but weak individual. Raised from the Slums of Terminus, reduced to pitiful scavenging, thieving and bullying to get by. So tragic..."
Bellamy immediately recognized this story and immediately cringed. "S-stop! No! It wasn't like that!" he shouted, but half-heartedly. He knew deep down this was all true. Instead he sighed in a resigned tone and looked to his friends. "Brace yourselves, this is gonna get bad" he admitted.
"Impmon felt so weak by himself, but, he came across a gathering of fellow delinquents and learned the strength of numbers. Why yes, he could conjure petty fireballs and ice shards, that wasn't enough to overwhelm another digimon that had something he wanted. So he joined one of these Terminus slum gangs, and fully devoted himself to teaming up to prey on the weak and flee from the strong. Such a "noble" life this Impmon led, well, until he proved too weak to even fit in that gang, and was banished".
Bellamy was trembling, hearing this story spoken like this. What would Coronamon think of him? What would Cion? And Elliot? Hell, he didn't know if Colin and Luke knew of this.
"So this 'poor' Impmon tried to get by the only way he knew how, bullying the weak and hiding from the strong, all until that one fateful day where he was beaten so hard he was forced to leave Terminus for good. A happy ending wouldn't you say?"
"Oh frag you" was all Bellamy could say to this. Barbamon's voice chuckled and continued.
"And so the Impmon wandered the Western Wastes, all until he met an Elecmon. My what a coincidence".
Colin by now realized that Barbamon was telling the group as a whole the story behind his partners. He knew these memories from when he had biomerged with them, and he was immediately outraged. What right did he have to tell such secrets like this? He glanced at the others, wondering how they were reacting to all this.
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Post by Cion on Jul 18, 2018 17:00:08 GMT
Assuring mutual peace for the nonce, Cion remained calm and composed as almost always as she watched the Barbamon's attempts to impress her by flash-stepping around the group. It appeared the 'teleporting is for jackasses'-cliché hit right home with this particular demon lord, but for the sake of harmony she did not voice her notions and merely utilized facial expressions to make her opinion clear as day. The silver fennec sitting upon Colin's shoulders did not care for the virus' mobility, but instead was focused on what it had to say to explain its current presence and interference with their task.
"So you claim." The Arniomon unwoundedly spoke her mind, not seeing a reason to believe the intruder's statement of them being trapped in an illusion of it. Besides, that Zanbamon knew of their arrival was hardly something bad to the cosmic sentinel. The more they could annihilate of its pesky, vile minions the better. Such eradication was both enjoyable and served the greater good after all! In any case, the adorable fox actually raised an eyebrow at what she perceived as the invader's ability to read their thoughts or hack into PROFITS databank. How... inconsiderate.
Hearing Bellamy's understandable response, she nodded firmly to support his reasonable point. Nobody had the right to demand someone else's life, and those who did forfeited their basic liberties in that regard - and she gladly attend to these transgressors. Still... those details the Barbamon mentioned managed to attain her attention for what it was worth. As she beheld the projected screen, Cion wondered if she was truly beholding the past of the rascalian, lovable Impmon. Pain, frustration, loss - she comprehended these feelings too well, hence her reaction was rather nonexistent.
"And?" The Arniomon shrugged without a care in the digital world, not inching a single feet away from the trio she treasured so deeply. "An injustice is not solved by another injustice, especially if it harms additional innocents. Besides, a former delinquent on a path of goodwill hardly compares to a current despot of the dark lands." She said calmly as she stood up on her human friend's shoulders, folding her arms and assuming a firm stance.
"And now step aside, for we won't fall for your fatuous attempts of sowing doubts. At least I am here to fulfill two duties at once, and either you try to thwart me and fragment in vain, or not. The choice is but yours." Cion voiced her position with no hint of reluctance nor clemency to her tone, indifferent towards the demonic trickster's opinions or assertions. Everyone understood why they were here - a tyrant and potential warmonger had to be eliminated before more anguish and agony befell the innocent, weak and good.
The way she carried herself was likely something the trio had never or seldom seen before today, but it was obvious that recent events had altered her general attitude a little, especially ever since the night of... the crimson parasite. She had become unyielding if not unrelenting, focused, full of vigor and willpower when fate demanded that of her - but also almost completely uncompromising and quite grave in hostile encounters like these.
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Post by Marshal North on Jul 21, 2018 7:11:41 GMT
Marshal was a little surprised as Barbamon began to seemingly disappear and reappear around the group. He was also similarly concerned that he knew their reason for being in the Dark Area, and on top of that he was working under Zanbamon. "So much for playing close to the chest," he muttered to himself.
Meanwhile, Coronamon watched as Barbamon played them all visions of Bellamy's past life. Something about the Impmon shown on screen was...off. This Impmon looked like one that had been appearing in his dreams as of late. The same dream over and over of a crying Impmon wearing a jacket in an old restaurant in Terminus, all those years ago. They were one and the same, but it seemed that his earlier life had been rough. Very rough, from the looks of things. Coronamon looked down at the ground, trying to process. After taking a moment, he looked up at Barbamon, the flames on his forehead and tail burning bright.
"How dare you," he seethed. "I don't know who you think you are, but showing scenes from someone's past to demonize them is low. Bellamy may have done some things in his past life that he isn't proud of, but he is not who he was." As he spoke, the anger he exhibited was increasingly apparent. He gritted his teeth momentarily, and Marshal could swear he saw a black tendril of data start to rise from his partner's feet. It came and went so quickly that it would be hard for anyone else to notice unless they were paying attention.
"He has something worth fighting for now, and it's made him a stronger Digimon. Not just physically, but mentally and emotionally. Hell, his love for me is so strong that we managed to make two children together!" Coronamon may have been oversharing a bit, but in the moment he couldn't help it. He couldn't sit around and let Barbamon's visions change his opinion of his true love. He looked over at Bellamy and gave him a knowing glance, clutching the necklace that signified their engagement as he did so. Nothing would ever change how he felt.
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Jul 31, 2018 1:02:56 GMT
Many of the explorers that were assembled here today already knew Bellamy quite well. If they weren't already familiar with his life's story they were very familiar with the modern day Impster, which explained a lot of their outrage at seeing it presented so cleanly like that. But Elliot? He had only seen Bellamy a few times before. While he liked Bellamy, he really didn't understand him. For that reason, as everyone else seethed with rage, disgust, and contempt at the Barbamon who presented this, Elliot simply looked up and watched the screen of light.
When it was done, he wordlessly turned away from Barbamon. "Huh," he said, eyes clearly contemplating as he turned to Bellamy. "I . . . can't say I expected that."
If Bellamy was worried about how Elliot would react to this, hopefully the warm smile that started to spread across his face would dispel any of those fears. "You know, it's really cool that you're here now, don't you think?" he asked. "I know a lot of people really don't get that kind of chance. A lot of times they're just stuck in a really bad situation, and it just gets worse and worse for them. And they never really get to escape that, you know?
But, I mean, look at you! You're a big hero now. It's gotta feel great, right? Seeing how far you've come, even if back then nobody thought you could do it.
I'm really proud of you."
It was a small comfort. Yet, hopefully, it would be a comfort nonetheless.
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Post by Colin, Luke & Bellamy on Aug 9, 2018 11:12:26 GMT
Barbamon's illusion gave a chuckle at Cion's words. "While that may be true in theory, the reality is different. Any injustice must be answered, as many digimon in this part of the world would agree. While the notion of "justice" might be quite different from what you know of it, well, here, if you are not able to respond to an injustice, you are simply weak and unworthy. I believe this is where our philosophies diverge, yes?"
He narrowed his eyes and sneered at Cion's idea of him standing aside to allow them passage. "I'm afraid it's not quite as simple as that" he said, his illusion shifting to the forefront of any direction they moved in.
"Shoulda thought it wouldn't be this easy to get away" Bellamy muttered, glaring at the wizard demon lord. But still, seeing Cion be this protective of them, it was a really nice feeling. After seeing images of his old evil self, Bellamy was somewhat glad that such a good, nice digimon like Cion was steadfastly defending him, his brother and his partner like this. But, against illusions, well, it was difficult to defend much more than this.
Next, Barbamon turned to Coronamon. "I know exactly who I am, and, I think it's fair that you know exactly who you have fallen in love with" he said.
To Bellamy and Colin's surprise, these words made Luke absolutely furious. The Elecmon was so angry his tail feathers cast a thunderbolt into the sky without his conscious knowledge. "That is NONE of your business!" he snarled.
This combined with Coronamon's angry outburst made Bellamy feel somewhat grateful to his brother and fiance. But still, there was something about Coronamon in the seconds that followed that worried him. Something... it appeared like a shadow for a moment, but even as it disappeared, Bellamy was a little concerned.
And lastly, he smiled at Elliot for his words. "Thanks, Elliot... yeah, I'm really proud of my life right now" he said. As Impy he might have been rough around the edges, but as Bellamy, the love of his brother and his partner had grown to the love of Coronamon and Finn and Gaz and all of their friends, he had nothing to regret here.
Barbamon's illusion simply sneered though, albeit with confidence levels a little lower than before. "That as may be, let us not forget of how Impy turned into Bellamy" he said, and made a new illusion appear. An Impmon and an Elecmon. "Impy obtained 'Leky' as his friend, but, in what sense of the word 'friend' was that? Leky simply showed him pity, and Impy proceeded to manipulate him to his ends. The Courier Elecmon was convinced to become a mercenary, which fulfilled Impy's desire for violence and greed. Is that not correct?"
"S-shut up" Bellamy responded weakly. He was trying to just shut all this out, since this was a deeply held regret of his. That in their previous lives, Luke had become his friend and he had responded by just increasing the danger in their lives for more profit. He had wanted to set this right by being a good brother to him, but, it seemed that this would not go unanswered.
What followed was a series of familiar images. When Impy and Leky had turned on Impy's former gang members and resulted in the arrest of a Strabimon and Gizamon. When they agreed to their last mercenary mission in Snowflake Village and had nearly drowned under the surface of a frozen lake. But those struggles had only bonded them closer together.
But then, Barbamon conjured the illusion of the Valley of Dragons. Where it had all ended.
"No!" Bellamy yelped, tears streaming from his eyes. "Not this! Please! I don't want 'em to see this!"
"Then you should have turned back, Bellamy" Barbamon responded. "For this is where the consequences caught up with you. You had betrayed too many of your former acquaintances. You thought you could escape the consequences of your actions. But you did not. And this is what you received as your just reward".
Bellamy couldn't stand to watch. But Colin stared at the transparent image of an Impmon and Elecmon, both in a state of ease as they strolled through the valley. They seemed like they were by now truly bonded as best friends. It was kind of nice to see at first, then the event happened.
Dinohumon. The enforcer of Impy's former gang, his illusion appeared in front of Impy and Leky. Barbamon's voice resonated around them. "This is when justice caught up with you, "Impy". You used to live by the sword, but even though you thought you could ignore it, you died by it".
"Don't... please... I know what happened next!" Bellamy cried, but it was no use. What played out from here was the hopeless final stand of Impy and Leky. Two rookies against an experienced Champion. The battle was played out exactly as it had occurred in the illusion. Colin stared at it with horror. Impy had first tried to tell Leky to run away, but he refused. And what happened next was gruesome. Dinohumon's sword first struck Leky's right eye, making the Elecmon scream with horror. This made Impy launch into action, but his efforts were rendered useless as Dinohumon's sword severed his left hand.
"Oh my god..." Colin breathed, horrified at the sight of all this. It was one thing seeing this through the sight of his partners as their memories had passed to his mind as they biomerged. But seeing all this from the sidelines, it was just horrifying.
"And this is where it all ended for poor Impy and Leky" Barbamon's harsh voice snarled at the end, as the illusions of the Impmon and Elecmon laid on the ground, both of them embracing in the last moments of their lives before they then disintegrated as most dead digimon do. "Do you now understand, children? If you proceed further, all you will do is create another scenario like that. So, do you still insist on proceeding forward to face Zanbamon for a re-enactment of that?"
Colin for the moment was speechless at what he had seen. So, this was how his partners had ended their previous lives and why it hurt them so much. Bellamy and Luke were also silent, they had not seen their previous deaths from this perspective yet, so they didn't know what to make of this. Hopefully their friends could help them make sense of all this.
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Post by Cion on Aug 9, 2018 16:10:03 GMT
This Barbamon was going to be a obnoxiously persistent dastard, was he not? However, to be fair, the fiendish digimon was right for once, though solely about a status quo she was working towards changing permanently. That was why, if only for a brief moment, Cion gave him a toothy smirk. "They do, but don't worry. The philosophic naturalism you adhere to will die in due time - and its zealots with it." She commented with an almost creepily gentle tone to her voice. Giggling, she let out a pleased sigh as her posture on top of Colin's shoulders unclenched. "And I'm afraid you are wrong yet again."
Glad to behold that everyone by their side supported Bellamy so fervently, their opponent's pathetic attempts to manipulate them unfortunately remained bromidic. Even the rather easygoing Luke had obviously enough of this farce, a sentiment the restrained Arniomon had no problem agreeing with. Although, as of now, she had displayed great reservation by not lashing out at the illusion of the villain in front of them. The last thing she wanted to grant him was a victory, no matter how Pyrrhic it would ultimately turn out to be.
Still... her abundance of patience wore thin. "Will you just shut up already. Nobody cares for your 'revelations'." She declared without hesitation as he began questioning the truthfulness of the friendship between the Impmon and the Elecmon. There was no chain link weaker than the other in the ancient soul's point of view, knowing all too well what they and her human pal were capable of as a trio - and how they chose to utilize their tremendous power and potential. In her eyes, the fate of the trickster was set. She would annihilate them, or enable her mentally stricken comrades to do the deed.
Whatever had happened ages ago was also the choice of Luke, and it was evident what his decision was in spite of possible risks. Heck, she was performing this dangerous and lucrative mission to serve both the world and her family. And as the silver fennec watched the illusions continue, seeing the way two of her most beloved friends were mutilated and destroyed, it was probably strange for others to gaze at the manner she carried herself with. Neither a quickened blink nor a twitch of the corner of her mouth. Her reaction was completely... nonexistent, which was what she compelled her soul to fell as well.
Listening to the final words of the scum that attempted to scare them with piteous, risible threats, Cion eventually folded her hands together and popped her fingers. Clearing her throat, the uncannily rapt smile returned to her muzzle, giving the Barbamon an expression of pure delight, her voice's pitch embodying the same rapture. "Oh aunty Cion finds the proposition to re-enact this scenario ecstatic, my tiny rugrat. With you deciding to make this endeavor personal, ripping limbs off of you, Zanbamon and its minions and watching you disintegrate in anguish and agony is going to be... ambrosial."
Truly an afterglow for her future self to savor alone and with those she gladly shared the tale with. Imposing horrific, prolonged ordeal on evil digimons was such an stupendous thought to her that finally getting to relish it filled her with pleasant anticipation. And with their righteous cause, she kept her moral uprightness and imperative. A win-win situation of the year, at least for those whose opinions and feelings were of importance. Fortunately, their adversaries had long since forfeited their right to matter.
"So are we done with the trip to nostalgia lane? If not, please proceed to enkindle your pyres further." She asked sincerely, keeping her attitude what had some resemblance of a frenetic, indulgent slayer.
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Post by Marshal North on Aug 12, 2018 21:16:58 GMT
Marshal watched in horror as the scene unfolded. The brutal deaths of Impy and Leky were extremely unpleasant to watch, and made his heart race with terror and fear. However, he wasn't prepared for what would happen next. Something felt extremely off around him, and as he looked toward Coronamon, he could easily discern why.
The black tendril of data Marshal could swear he had seen just a moment ago was back, and it had multiplied. Several foreboding data streams now whipped around Coronamon's body as he seethed with a rage that could only be described as unholy. Seeing the love of his life and soon-to-be brother-in-law killed so brutally was enough to make the Rookie lion snap. "I'll...kill you," he muttered, still trembling, but then his head shot up to glare at Barbamon with murderous intent. "I'LL KILL YOU!"
"Coronamon, what-" was all Marshal could get out before an explosion of black and purple obscured both the Digimon and his Tamer from view. Something incredibly bad was about to happen, and it didn't seem that Barbamon was the cause of it.
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Aug 17, 2018 0:48:33 GMT
Showing how Luke and Bellamy got to this situation was one thing. While Elliot didn't exactly approve, he could at least try his best to spin it into Bellamy's favor. But this? This was completely different. It was practically a snuff film, and Elliot found himself cringing away as Dinohumon basically dismembered two Rookie levels. He was lucky that his eyes were obscured by his hat. Otherwise, those assembled would see him blinking back tears from the scene. What was visible was the look on his face, his patient smile hardening into a deep-seated frown. Even MagnaAngemon's perpetual neutrality was finding itself straining at the seams.
But he was far from the only one. Elliot was snapped out of his own sorrow and frustration as Coronamon exploded into dark energy. Elliot turned to the pair of Digimon and tamer. He tried to call out in a panic. "Wait-!" he started, but it was simply too late. His words were practically swallowed up in the darkness, Elliot taking a step back to try and distance himself from Coronamon and Marshal's aura.
He desperately wracked his brain, trying to think of anything he could do to help. But even his own stress was reaching a fever point, and it was making thinking so hard. Wasn't there anything he could do?
Finally, he tried something. He hummed, a soft, gentle tune on the surface, but fragile and laced with desperation beneath. His Melody from the Past was supposed to ease the minds of those who heard it, but even as he hummed away Elliot felt a sickly feeling in the pit of his gut.
Was his attempt simply too little, too late?
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Post by Colin, Luke & Bellamy on Aug 25, 2018 12:14:32 GMT
Barbamon seemed amused by Cion's words. "Ah, so this is a crusade now?" he replied, eyes twinkling with malice. "Do you think we haven't prepared for this? When all you self-righteous digimon of the mainland seek to one day come to the dark area to finally defeat the final enemy? When in reality there is nothing of value for you here other than pain and suffering?" he shook his head with a soft chuckle. "Let me tell you the reality of this, "Cion", we have left you alone since our first campaign ended in failure so long ago, yet, what do we get in exchange for this peace? More and more of your human friends and their allies barging onto our lands to challenge and aim to destroy us. Well, if that is your aim, you would be most sadly disappointed".
Then, with the images playing out, Colin, Luke and Bellamy were more concerned about the actions of their friends than they were over reacting to the images themselves. To their horror, they quickly figured out what Barbamon's aim was. Here they were, gathered with friends that loved them and they loved back. And then Barbamon had shown them images of such brutality that had ended their previous lives, the reactions of their allies was extreme to say the least.
"N-no! Ignore it! It means nothing!" Colin objected weakly, the moment he saw the look on Cion and Coronamon's faces. "That's in the past, Luke and Bellamy are alive, right here..." but his voice trailed off as Barbamon spoke again.
"Heh. Is that so? Well, interesting words for someone so "righteous", but, we shall see" Barbamon's illusion answered Cion. But what happened to Coronamon was something Barbamon had not predicted. He seemed to stare as a wild rage seemed to consume the orange lion; an unholy flame bursting from his body.
"Oh my, did I touch a nerve?" Barbamon taunted. Bellamy ignored him, rushing to Coronamon, eyes wide with worry.
"Coronamon! Ignore him... it's just illusions and lies! Don't lose yourself! Not here!" he begged. Luke watched on with horror, but stayed with Colin, knowing he should not take his eyes of the main game here.
Barbamon could hardly believe his luck here. While his true form was far away, it seemed his illusions had quickly turned this small party into a scene of chaos from this little show alone. He chuckled to himself. Well, if they fell for this, they'd hardly be a threat to Zanbamon. He would remain silent, eagerly waiting to see what would come of this.
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Post by Cion on Sept 3, 2018 19:54:25 GMT
Crusade? Huh... Cion shrugged without a care in the digital world. She'd rather call it liberation, but of course the fiendish devil would twist her words and actions into something that seemed morally questionable, unable to grasp the beautiful gift she bestowed upon every villain she vanquished. Freedom from their wickedness - a new start of peace and joy in Rosewood - civilization and harmony prospering stronger each passing day. But the feral soul was always tainted by its own path, was it not? No matter, the one of Barbamon and its allies had reached its cul-de-sac.
Rolling her eyes in humoring amusement, it was obvious that the silver fennec was not concerned with the demon's statements and threats. Necessary preparations, claims of pain and suffering, finding nothing but disappointed since her quest was supposedly doomed to fail. Having listened to such declarations a thousand times already, all of them being in fact false, the vulpine sentinel yawned quietly and counted the seconds on her talons. "Ye ye, that's good for you." She commented disinterestedly, instead focusing her attention on... whatever was going on with Bellamy's dearly beloved. "Oh...?"
Regaining her briefly, marginally lost composure, the fine lady chuckled as she heard the concerns poor Colin expressed. Nudging his cheek, she gave him a winning, confident smile, assuring him that everything was alright with her. At least she was perfectly calm and unaffected by the silly jester's adorable Punch & Judy show. "Truth be told, doesn't change much for me. They are the baddies, we the heroes to defeat them. Simple as that, but with added spice through passion." The restrained Arniomon assured him that, on her part, not a thing of their original plan would shift. Eliminate Zanbamon and its associates - easy-peasy.
However, it was unfortunately clear that not everyone was as... 'sophisticated and phlegmatic' as her. With Elliot humming a tune, it was the Coronamon that forfeited control over his clarity of mind by submitting to emotions. Raising a hypothetical eyebrow, Cion beheld the aghast Impmon begging for her volition to return as black energies engulfed her blazing red, mammalian body. Dark digivolution perhaps? Scratching her chin, she flash-stepped away from the boy's shoulder and kept herself directly adjacent to the lad, unafraid by his darkness bursting through his skin.
"Is bringing more anguish and even hurt to the one you love above all what you want, darling? Because by letting yourself go and playing into our enemy's hands, it's only that you'll accomplish. I doubt that's your desire, so keep your temper. We'll deal with them adequately, but for that we must be focused and cooperative. You must be that - especially for Bellamy." The tiny yet might fox calmly appealed to Marsha's partner with reason instead of wild feelings. Cion once knew what burning affection felt like, so seeing someone else lose themselves for it made her interfere immediately.
Wrath now merely led to more suffering - a vicious cycle.
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Post by Marshal North on Sept 5, 2018 7:04:16 GMT
Everyone else tried to calm Coronamon down, but it was already too little, too late. The time for pleasantries was over, and the primal rage stirring within Coronamon awakened a dark power. Once the dust settled, the party would see the results of Barbamon's jabs. The resulting Digimon appeared to be Apollomon, but it was all wrong somehow. Instead of his usual burning orange hue, this form of Apollomon was as black as the dead of night. Cold blue flames radiated from his body. The menacing aura he gave off could send chills down the spine of even the most hardened Virus-types. This strange form of Apollomon wasted no time in lunging at Barbamon, his fist blazing with black flame. He said nothing, but the intensity in his eyes would say it all. He was out for blood.
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Sept 12, 2018 2:25:27 GMT
If Elliot had even the faintest sliver of hope that his intervention would succeed, the midnight blue Apollomon that burst from Coronamon's dark aura dashed it most excellently. He immediately took a step back, raising his hands in absolution while trying to look as harmless as possible. He tried to think of something, anything to say, but he found even the concept of words failing him. It didn't help that he wouldn't even have the chance to speak to the former Coronamon before he darted away, immediately beginning an assault on the Barbamon who so hatefully provoked him.
This was what Elliot had been most afraid of. He was outclassed, true, but he had known that since accepting this adventure. However, he accepted this fate with the understanding that he would have powerful, dependable friends to count on. This? This was a far different situation, where he would potentially be forced to bring one of those powerful friends to their knees. It was an affront to his peaceful nature and his current weak form alike, and he found a knot tying itself in his gut. He had a front row seat to this clash of the titans, and one wrong move would leave him right in the splash zone.
Was this his fault, in a way? Isaac had an excuse. His spirits had been corrupted. The D-Reaper's foreign, unstable data meant even daring to use them would put him in serious jeopardy. But what could Elliot say? Strikedramon . . . Gargoylemon . . . even the knight in shining white he had become in the final moments of his fight with the Reaper. They were all still there, yet he couldn't tap into them no matter how hard he tried. They were locked away just as securely as Isaac's, yet there was no rhyme or reason behind it. Even now he found himself wishing there was something, anything that he could do, but only emptiness greeted him in return.
Was he just too weak?
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Post by Colin, Luke & Bellamy on Sept 14, 2018 12:33:59 GMT
Colin was slightly calmed by Cion's words, but the danger was misplaced. "Thanks, Cion, I know that... but... Coronamon, he seems really distressed by seeing that".
Bellamy was desperately trying to stop it. "Coronamon! Babe! This is nothing! I told you about this already!" he shouted, running up to him and holding his shoulders. But... had he though? Had he put forth the absolute truth of what had happened that day? The pain he had gone through? The terror, the desperation, having the one happiness he had in his wretched previous life turn to ash in his mouth?
Cion attempted to help too, but words didn't seem to get through to Coronamon. A great rush of dark energy erupted from the fire lion, and Bellamy yelled with horror as he was thrown backwards through the air about ten feet from the force of the dark evolution. And when the dust settled, Coronamon's new horrific form was apparent.
"Coronamon..." Bellamy whimpered, horrified. The beast looked like Apollomon, but... different. This was so wrong. "What happened to you?"
The dark Apollomon immediately lunged at Barbamon. The wizard was for a moment taken aback by the sheer rage and power of this digimon. But, as Apollomon lunged at him, his fist would merely pass through his image as though he wasn't there.
And truly, he wasn't there. Barbamon's illusion laughed loudly.
"Hah! I could never imagine that this would be so easy!" he said with glee. "Not even an hour in the dark area and already you've lost one of your friends!" he chuckled, seemingly impervious to Apollomon's efforts. "Ah, how does that quote go? "Strike me down with all of your hatred and your journey towards the dark side will be complete!" am I close?"
"YOU CAN JUST GO TO HELL!" Bellamy screamed, tears running down his face as he realized that Coronamon was truly out of control.
"Hell?! We're already here, Impmon!" Barbamon's illusion responded. Clearly distressed by this, Luke turned to Elliot and Cion.
"There's gotta be something around here making that illusion..." he said. "I can't feel something of Barbamon's strength anywhere nearby. He must be doing this remotely".
But there was the issue of the raging Apollomon here. Luke then turned to Colin.
"We have to try and calm his virus somehow" the Elecmon spoke. "It might be a longshot, but, BlackJupitermon's healing ability is one of the strongest we have. I think we should try it".
Colin hesitated. Should they use their strongest evolution this early? He watched Apollomon's wild battle above, then turned to Bellamy, crying as his fiance ignored his words, then to Luke, staring up at him with determination.
"Alright" Colin said, taking his D-Arc and strongest card from his pocket. He took a deep breath, focused, then scanned it. "Digimodify!" he shouted. "Biomerge... activate!"
At once, all three of Colin, Luke and Bellamy erupted with light, the three flying into the air as they converged. When three lights became one, the knightly angel descended from the skies. His long feathered wings glowing with light, thunderbolts arcing from his hammers, the eyes from under his helm glowing red. This was their ultimate form. BlackJupitermon.
The three souls that made the one inhaled and exhaled to gain their sync. Colin felt in tune with Luke, but Bellamy was understandably distressed. However, he had succeeded in joining their evolution through hope that this could heal his beloved.
At once, BlackJupitermon's wings glowed blue, then with a cry of "Light of Europa!" he sent a wave of divine blue energy at Apollomon, hoping to cure him of whatever madness he had suddenly gained.
Apollomon's attack had no effect on the illusion.
Barbamon's Passive Ability: Master of Illusion
- While in the Dark Area, Barbamon has the ability to cast a remote illusion of himself anywhere near one of his magical emitters. As long as that emitter is not damaged, he can conjure images and sounds within a 100m radius. The illusion cannot be damaged in any way, but it cannot interact with the battle in any way other than providing vision and sound.
BlackJupitermon uses Light of Europa on Apollomon in an effort to remove the virus.
Light of Europa: BlackJupiter enriches himself or an ally with a divine blue energy, healing for a moderate amount, and reduces any active cooldowns by 1. [Cooldown: 2 posts]
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Post by Cion on Sept 17, 2018 15:31:18 GMT
Distressed? Cion could have almost chided Colin for this particular, grand understatement of the century. From experience eons ago, the restrained Arniomon still knew what it felt like to succumb to darkness as the conflagrant simian currently did. The feeling of utter fury, despair and physical numbness - it was to this day terrifying. Seeing others become subject to it, emotions taking over logic and reason, remained quite alarming. Not even his dearly beloved Bellamy was capable of piercing his wrath, leaving him to turn into a raging beast. Poor Coronamon - or whatever he had temporarily turned into. Love was both boon and bane after all.
Naturally, the tainted Apollomon's assaults were futile against a mere illusion, but that fact did not enter this feral digimon's mind. Yet what was she and her comrades supposed to do to stop him? Attacking the partner of Marshal would likely cause only more conflict, so were they meant to wait her temper tantrum out? In the long lost past, Owen had once managed to save the silver fennec by showing sincere affection, however today this method had not succeeded. ... Fortunately, her most favorite trio had a potential solution at their hands.
Indifferent towards the Barbamon's mindless verbiage, Cion noticed the D-Arc that the likable lad revealed. This one had the power to... fuse the three of them into a single entity? An ascended form of DNA-digivolution? This and the majestic, onyx form of BlackJupitermon were indeed impressive, but did this transformation suffice to rescue Coronamon? If yes then how? Brute force? No... divine energy. The ancient soul perceived its essence, making her realize that it was meant to heal their corrupted friend, not harm him.
If that was their best shot then the tiny fox did not sit idly by. "Kismet Blessing..." She spoke under her breath as streams of iridescent data enveloped around the wave sent forth by the fusion of Colin, Bellamy and Luke. That ought to empower their attempt significantly.
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