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Trust In Those You Want To See Smile [Closed / Spire]
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Post by Cion on Apr 14, 2018 16:07:02 GMT
... no matter how strenuous it is to devote yourself to them...If the tiny yet brave heart had been capable of sharing her previous endeavor with those she cared for, she would have done so immediately. However, fate, as benevolent as it was for granting Cion a second chance to protect those she treasured, or those who were merely innocent, did not bestow fortune upon her without a grave price. It was not a blessing that she had reached her pinnacle in times of great despair, past and present united to embody a will carried throughout centuries and worlds, but another challenge she had to emerge victoriously from - or submit to her perpetual failure as a sentinel. Thankfully, even if she did not know it, she was not alone to face this innermost ordeal for personal unity. As instructed when he had fled the battlefield to warn people of the emergence of the powerful, crimson parasite, her badly damaged partner Vertigo had reached Daedalus and its crew shortly afterwards. Naturally, as allies and friends, they had returned to save the vulpine beast from the enslaved titan, but it had already been too late. Cion had ascended and won, leaving the area like a shooting star until she collapsed at the wasteland's border - a sight glaring for those observant. Several days had gone by since then, this starry night close to Terminus being no different than the previous. With the totem carrying the essence of the sentient corruption likely stored somewhere safe for further investigation, she resided within her own personal cabin on-board the empowered Blimpmon of Colin, Bellamy and Luke. Lying in her bed was an entity close to her state as a Rookie, yet clearly different. Smaller, more bestial, less feminine - and in a continuous struggle. Neither awake nor asleep, neither quite alive or destroyed, wincing at times in pain and shivering while sometimes breathing shallow breaths. There were no wounds that scarred this unseen frame, agony having turned into anguish, yet to say she was untouched by pangs would obviously have been a lie. But what this suffering truly was could not be determined by medicine, nor was it something the silver fox was actually fully aware of in her 'slumber'. Perhaps it was an epiphany her soul, spirit and core required time to attune to with the new body - or maybe it was a thousand years of effort and unfulfilled aspirations finally taking hold of her. The only indication of the lingering life force within Cion was her right arm, still covered in a mantle of cerulean, crystalline, primordial energy, streams of white data whizzing around it in an eternal dance. More often than not, it was calm and peaceful, like the current of a tranquil river. In rare moments however... it was quite unbearable to watch her suffering suddenly emerging like a volcanic eruption. Yet for now, there was a tainted sense of serenity, no matter how the awake people aboard Daedalus approached this... trial.
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Post by Colin, Luke & Bellamy on Apr 24, 2018 11:13:35 GMT
OOC: Owen and Logan are present as NPC's.
As soon as Cion's distress signal had been received, Colin had asked Daedalus to rush to the area as soon as possible. Engines at maximum, all prior engagements cancelled. Because if a friend as strong and competent as Cion was in danger, then that was a very powerful indication indeed that they needed to take action immediately.
The recovery operation had been luckily swift and their escape successful - but for now, all they could do for their friend was to lay low and summon whatever help they could. Colin had called for doctors from Terminus City, but none were available. Thus, Colin called on the help of Cion's known relatives - Owen and Logan.
Owen was a friend of the group too, the adventuring Gaomon having met them quite a few times. Colin and his partners had grown rather fond of him, given how he loved company and actively avoided conflict where he could.
And Logan was of course Owen's son, and thus Cion's nephew. Logan deeply cared for Cion, and wished nothing but the best for her wellbeing. When the two beast digimon were accepted aboard Daedalus, both of them watched over Cion, wondering what in the world had caused her this much trouble, awaiting the moment that she would recover enough to tell them.
While this happened, Colin and the twins kept on tending to Cion's needs, keeping her hydrated and fed by gentle means. At first it seemed like everyone was approaching this with maturity, but eventually, it took the youngest of them to break.
"...why isn't she getting better, dad?" Logan asked eventually, the Offmon looking very sad. "I thought she'd be able to recover... what's going wrong?"
Owen honestly didn't know what to say. Ordinarily he'd tell his son that everything would be alright, but, saying that now, he honestly didn't know.
Luke meanwhile, who was overlooking this, gave a sigh, folding his arms. "If we don't see any improvement soon, we'll have to take Cion to a hospital" he said. He muttered to Colin so he wasn't overheard by others. "We don't want to keep pretending she'll be fine if she's not".
Colin agreed. With that said, all they could do was hope that Cion would get better soon.
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Post by Cion on May 1, 2018 9:24:50 GMT
Deep inside her subconscious, there was a force that tried to tear through the vessel of her frame to reach for something concrete. It was a desire to hold anything dear to Cion in its arms, something that was worthwhile fighting for. Of course the core of the vulpine beast knew what and who it were that kept it pushing forward for, for they were very reason she had undergone the ordeal of ascension in the first place. Those she cared for had always been her impetus to move on, but with everything so uncertain and fleeting, even them being right next to her felt like a vast distance.
Perhaps more then the strain of sudden transformation was this innermost unsteadiness that brought the restrained Arniomon at a crossroad - a choice to finally surrender or continue her path of burning, blinding, dolorous ambitions. As it was often the case, it was the distant flicker of hope that kindled her soul, the hushed voices of Owen and Logan and the trio's kindness affecting her in more ways than they could fathom. And it was the former, the innocent, amiable Offmon's sorrow born from familiar love that empowered her will the most, for the wish to see her dearly beloved smile had not wavered.
Her left arm, the normal one, twitched ever so slightly as Cion lay in the bed of her dimly lit cabin, shut eyes quivering as a faint motion occurred. Slowly, it was as if tiny fennec mustered all strength to move her silver paw just a mere inch towards the two digimons present she considered her closest relatives. Yet as determination bolstered her unconscious body, the bane of trepidation sought to bring to nought any efforts made.
As it had happened before, her affliction manifested itself like a volcanic eruption - short-lived yet with incredible force. Pulsating violently, her 'source-arm' emitted a noise of energies colliding together within a maelstrom. Light shifted in contrast within the room when space-time twisted and turned around the cerulean, ethereal claw, releasing sparks of primordial power that struck the nearby wall and ceiling. They were not leaving behind any damage, neither visible nor invisible, but to say the sight was not frightening would have probably been a lie. After all, its source was a wincing, pained entity who was so often filled with joy and benevolence. Yet this night, she was a mere husk.
As her furry paw lost its vigor to continue, it dropped onto the edge of the Arniomon's bed, almost invitingly so. In the same instant were resistance was ceased, so did her system quietened down, the display of anguish and agony ending once again.
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Post by Colin, Luke & Bellamy on May 12, 2018 13:38:39 GMT
For the moment, Colin and the twins left the family alone for a little while. The three of them sat in the cabin, pondering between themselves what to make of this.
"Just... what happened to Cion that made this happen?" Bellamy asked, the Impmon honestly rather worried. "She can evolve to Super Mega can't she? What... did this?"
"I don't think we can know that until she wakes up and tells us" Luke answered his brother. Although he was more disturbed from the news of where she had been. The Dark Area. Something very wrong seemed to be going on there.
"All we can do is be there for them" Colin said eventually. "Cion's Owen's sister. I don't know how you guys would feel if you were in that situation...". Colin certainly knew how he'd feel if he was sitting next to Sophie's unconscious body.
Hearing Colin say it like that made Luke and Bellamy suddenly feel a huge sympathy to Owen and Cion. Hell, if one brother was in that situation the other would be in a state of despair. Realizing this, the twins stood up at once.
"Let's stick by Owen and Cion for the time being, okay?" Bellamy suggested, as though they weren't all thinking that. Luke merely nodded, the two returning to the room. As they did so, they noticed Cion's paw twitching. Then, all at once, an enormous energy seemed to fill the cabin. Logan yelped and leaned back into his father's arms. Owen gasped, but didn't draw away from the energy, it didn't seem to be harmful. Luke and Bellamy meanwhile shielded their faces from the sight, but didn't walk away as the light faded.
The effect brought Colin back into the cabin as well, but, no damage had been done. "What... was that?" Colin asked. Nobody knew.
However, Owen and Logan felt something warm from that display of power. It seemed to happen in response to their talk. As the energy disappeared, Logan carefully stepped forward, approaching Cion's bed, then, gently reached out and gripped her paw in his.
"Aunt Cion... please get better" he said. "You're the strongest digimon I know. I believe in you..."
With these words, Owen felt the need to do something similar. He walked over to Cion's right, and gently held her right paw.
"Cion... I'm sorry we couldn't walk the same path as we always have..." he began. "But... you're still my family, and I'll be at your side whenever you need me, I promise". They had walked the same path for many years, and they would do so for as long as it took afterward. They just wanted Cion to open her eyes and be better, to tell them what hurt her, to help rid the world of whatever had done this.
Colin and the twins watched this in silence, keeping their distance for the time being. They still rooted for Cion, but, they hoped that this reunification of family might help their friend.
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Post by Cion on Jul 28, 2018 20:16:49 GMT
A touch... it was always the simplest of things that managed to shifted the balance of a decision towards a specific direction, was it not? Beyond every word spoken or deed done, it was the perceived impetus behind it that appeared to matter the most. A faint simpler, a gentle nod - or of course a sign of affection by someone one wished to cherish with all their heart. Past selfish desires and drives that pushed people further down their road, it was the appreciation of those important that were of true meaning. There are many who to this day do not comprehend that... and the core of this lost digimon did not wish to be pitied like them.
It was... funny. Two paws, one of them big and the other small, being responsible for turning a crossroad into a straight path. But ultimately, it was upon the damaged soul to decide if it was capable of treading it yet again. Naturally, after everything that had happened and changed within the span of months, it hesitated. Perhaps it was her dream to finally put an end to the status quo of her realm, maybe it was the modest desire to know those she wanted to love unconditionally happy...
To turn her choice into reality, with all the struggles it entailed, she merely had to open her eyes to face it.
Weakly, the tip of Cion's right thumb drew slow circles in response to her nephew's act of endearment, trying to console and caress the beloved youngling with the depleted strength that was left inside her debilitated system. Absolute silence and peace entered the cabin illuminated by the moon's and stars' radiance, almost as if a strenuous trial had been overcome. Another among uncountable, yet possibly the most crucial in the ancient sentinel's existence.
The Arniomon's canine beady eyes barely accomplished opening an inch, but her blurry, unsteady gaze sufficed to behold the blue shape of someone even older than herself, and the bundle of amiability he had enabled to become alive. Both were unimaginably special to her, for the former had guided her past for longer than well-nigh anyone was able to fathom, and the other had indirectly given her a perspective and purpose for the future. The reason why she was here, an accomplished member of PROFIT and exhausted fighter, for better or worse, was them.
Was she grateful despite bearing the echoes of loss she beheld in her former love's golden eyes? Yes... definitely.
A single, quiet breath escaped her lips as the top of her large ears twitched faintly - a delayed reaction as Cion's scattered mind required time to understand Owen's words. And as difficult as it was, a small, winning smile deserved to be expressed by her, thankful that she sensed the soft fabric of her green scarf on her neck. "As I promised." She responded under her breath, her chest quickly but barely visibly moving up and down to simulate a chuckle.
They were a family... and no matter what kind love they felt for each other, it was a wonderful boon. From their first evening on File Island traversing the ruins' rooftops to peacefully pursuing their own goals... cherishing each other's presence had never changed. And Logan... it was no different with the child she proudly called her nephew.
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Post by Colin, Luke & Bellamy on Sept 18, 2018 16:49:24 GMT
Owen and Logan hadn't expected their words to reach through to Cion's unconscious mind, so when she slowly opened her eyes and gently returned a signal from Logan's grip, the two digimon gasped as they realized Cion was recovering.
"Aunt Cion?" Logan whispered. "Can you hear me? Are you okay?" the Offmon was hoping that she would be fine after all this. That she seemed to be waking up... his mouth curled into an anxious smile as all this seemed to be going alright.
Then Cion replied to Owen's words. They had promised the same, that they would be by each other's side through any ordeal, always. Owen gave a smile back, continuing to gently hold Cion's paw. They would be family forever and always, nothing would change that. Family was always a quaint thing with digimon, given they didn't have the blood ties that humans had, but, Owen felt that what they had was just as strong as blood. The same background, the same goals, the same familial affection.
"Welcome back, Cion" Owen said gently.
Colin, Luke and Bellamy watched quietly from the door as this happened. None of them wanted to interrupt this moment. But the fact that Cion now seemed to be conscious was a huge relief to them. In fact, seeing Logan like this, Bellamy and Luke wondered how Finn would be in this situation. Finn, Bellamy's Guilmon son. He hadn't seen him for a while, he should probably get on to that. But for now, they'd be here for their independent digimon friends.
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Post by Cion on Sept 18, 2018 17:27:05 GMT
Aunt Cion - the most lovely combination of words that had ever rang in her ears. Through strenuous as before, the silver fennec's genuine smile remained on her short muzzle. Nodding faintly, a sharp breath whizzed between her teeth as the pangs of movement and strained nerves became clearer to her clouded mind. Though it was slowly, waking up was indeed what she did - with all the pleasures and pains this brought to her. Sitting up on her own however was far from unattainable at this moment, hence she lay calmly on her back, savoring the soft silk of her bed.
"I'm.... alive. And you?" The restrained Arniomon answered with a weak chuckle, staying true to her typical honesty and way of not beating around the bush. It was likely not much comfort for the endear Offmon, but denial of reality was not healthy either. She was a wreck that had pushed herself to the limits of her power and beyond to vanquish a corrupted fiend. Exhaustion, numbness and hurt was a part of her every second tonight, but she opposed these banes valiantly and faced her dearly beloved with a winning simper... - and an unsteady gaze.
Appreciating Owen's gentle touch, a warm, toothy grin briefly appeared on her lips as the blue pupper expressed his joy over her return. "Long time no see." She commented quietly, giving the trusty lapdog a teasing wink. This was naturally in good spirits, holding no grudge or anything alike against him. Destinies were how they were and exasperation did not change that. With the choice to embrace him and Logan as part of her family and story, she gladly took i. They were there for her in times of need, and she wished nothing less for them.
"Could... someone... help me up, please?" She kindly requested assistance, seeking to speak with the others on the same level. With her body becoming less painful with each passing moment, sitting was likely no longer a problem - as long as someone helped her.
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Post by Colin, Luke & Bellamy on Oct 15, 2018 8:06:41 GMT
Seeing that Cion was awake and conscious, Logan and Owen were delighted. In fact, Logan jumped onto the bed to give her a hug.
"Of course I'm okay!" he answered, chuckling, glad to hear her voice again. "Oh Aunt Cion I was so worried! I'm so glad you're back!"
"Yeah, we all are" Owen agreed, smiling too. "And yeah, it's been a while. We've probably got a lot to catch up on". So much had happened. Owen was eager to tell her about the recreated 7/71st, a unit from one of his past lives, in service to a long lost civilization, but still strong with ideals of spreading good throughout the world. But Cion's recovery was most important here, so he'd hold back on that for now.
Cion then asked if someone could help her to stand. "Ah, yes, of course" Owen said, being one of the bigger rookie level digimon of the world. He would delightfully help Cion to stand. Once he had supported her weight, he would help her wherever she needed to go.
"Would you like to sit down in Daedalus's main cabin area?" he asked, wondering if she would appreciate that. From there they could serve her some refreshments. At once, Luke seemed to pick up on this, and rushed to the small galley to the side. From here, he flipped the switch on a kettle, preparing some chicken soup and mint green tea, which should hopefully help Cion a little more in her moment of weakness.
In the meantime, Colin was watching all this. Seeing Owen help Cion to move, it made him think of his own family. Maybe he should probably check in on Sophie a little bit more sometimes?
Eventually, Owen helped Cion sit down on a comfortable leather chair in the middle of the main cabin. Daedalus was currently flying in a holding pattern above Whitewater, meaning he flew gently and without urgency, so none would suffer from turbulence or anything of the sort.
"Here we go" Owen said after helping her down. "Would you like a blanket, Cion?" The air conditioning in the cabin had it around a suitable temperature for comfort for all, but if she was feeling weak, he'd get something for her at once. Not long after, Luke arrived with a tea tray, presenting Cion with a bowl of soup with a spoon and a cup of warm tea for her to have at her leisure.
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Post by Cion on Oct 20, 2018 7:08:20 GMT
As Logan leaped onto the bed to hug her, a sharp breath whizzed between her bared teeth. As much as Cion naturally appreciated embraces, especially from her family, the soreness of her battered body was impeding the experienced joy. "Eh... hehe..." She chuckled weakly, glad to know that her little cutiepie was fine and dandy under the care of his parents. "Well, me too." She quipped as a response, delighted to be aware of her surroundings again. Truth be told the call of the void had been tempting for an exceedingly long time, but as often her will to defy simple choices she likely regretted afterwards remained nonyielding.
Turning to face Owen, the restrained Arniomon nodded quietly. Though welcoming the kindness everyone had in their hearts and cores for her, some accounts of each other's lives was what she sought to do. However that was not necessary tonight considering the circumstances. Slowly, she was assisted by the enchanting Gaomon to stand up. Initially, she had only wanted to sit on her sleeping accommodation, but a change of scenery probably did not hurt. Leaning into the blue, fluffy puppy, a faint yet rapt smile formed itself on her muzzle.
"Yes... that'd be nice. Oh, and whatever leftovers you have. I feel like I'm starving." The silver fennec calmly voiced her preferences to which the lovely quintet on board Daedalus gladly obliged. Walking patiently through his big doorways, Cion tittered for a second. "Still in top shape I see." She stated to the sentient, modern airship, always valuing his pervasive presence while within its cargo. Definitely better than being inside a Whamon. Tapping the tiny earpiece attached to her left ear she exhaled a sigh of relief. Vertigo had made it as well - perfect.
Sitting down on the comfortable leather chair in the main cabin, the vulpine mercenary stretched herself around its seating. It felt so good - as did most luxury. The numbness of her frame faded by the moment, her natural healing finally doing its part to sustain her with comfort and vitality. It was certainly an arduous process, but it was better than nothing. "No, I am not cold. But thank you, really." She answered honestly, briefly savoring the view of the dark, starry night before nudging the doggo's side in appreciation. A few deep breaths, and the dearly treasured Elecmon already attended her needs.
"Thank you... all of you." She expressed her sincere gratitude and affection with every piece of her soul. She was not one to shed tears lightly, but snuffle once as to repress a slightly running snub nose. Nodding, it was with pleasure and patience that she relished the common yet tasty meal that was rich in minerals. Nevertheless, her spirit carried trepidation she desired to express. "I'm sorry. For this I mean. Making you worry."
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Post by Colin, Luke & Bellamy on Nov 26, 2018 6:15:25 GMT
Logan at once was much more gentle with Cion once he realized she was in pain. He merely hugged her gently, just glad that she was there with them in this moment. Owen would then help Cion into the main cabin area, helping her sit down on a comfortable seat there. Daedalus appreciated being acknowledged. "Thank you. Very nice to see you again, ma'am" Daedalus responded through the cabin intercom. Cion didn't need blankets, but Owen sat by her side regardless, and Logan sat by her other side. Then Luke brought refreshments, putting them on the table nearby, allowing the hot liquids to cool off for a little while. Cion then apologized for making them worry. "It's alright, Cion, we're just glad you're still here" Owen said, smiling as he let her lean on him. Yet... curiosities were heavy in the room, and nobody said anything until Bellamy eventually spoke. "So... uh..." the Impmon began, his usually bold voice a little quiet and nervous here. "Cion, do... you think you could tell us what happened?" he asked, then backed off verbally at once. "I mean, only if you're okay to say so, ya don't have to if you don't want to". He didn't want her to be hurt by reminiscing on trauma after all. |
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Post by Cion on Nov 26, 2018 17:20:43 GMT
Delighted to know that Daedalus was as courteous as always, Cion savored the presence of Logan and Owen who sat by her side to assure her well-being. Seldom, especially in this incarnation, had she felt truly cherished in the arms of those she considered her dearly beloved. Tonight, though under unpleasant circumstances, she had once again learned the truth that she was never forlorn in this bizarre realm of bits and information. Whatever battles and challenges that paved her way in the close and distant future, she knew exactly what it was that pushed her towards victory no matter the odds.
Continuing to relish her wholesome, hot meal as she gently leaned into her brother, the certainty that her health was most important to her friends and family was balm to her soul. Her rapt if faint smile lingered on her lips as eventually, although unsurprisingly so, questions came to mind. Letting her spoon partially slide into the half-full bowl of soup, the silver fennec nodded understandingly. Taking a good look at herself, it was obvious that she too was somewhat bewildered.
Despite resembling her form as a Rookie, this more feminine and anthropomorphic body was uncountable times as powerful. Cion understood the reason as this appeared to be the apex of her current existence, but it surprised her to realize that her pinnacle was so small, adorable... and restrained. This was not the nearly incomprehensible might she had wielded against the enslaved, vampiric beast. This vessel was neither attention-grabbing nor continuously eradiating an aura of primordial forces. There was subtlety and grace in her frame, almost as if it had attuned to her emotional state and volition.
Briefly lost in her thoughts, the vulpine sentinel's aureate eyes shifted to Bellamy as her ears peaked. As a being devoted to a well-nigh unyielding strength of character, she of course was not affected by the lovable Impmon's question. On the contrary; she acted with great resolve and ease, as intrigued by the answer as her amiable guardians were. Folding her hands on her lap, she contemplated the right response for a short moment.
"Some sort of... crimson entity had taken possession of a Musyamon, who in turn integrated itself into a VenomMyotismon. Fighting with the empowered fiend, I in the end ordered Vertigo to escape and warn the world of its sway. I had virtually given up as I was utterly forworn. However, in a sudden epiphany, I temporarily vanquished it by digivolving into..." She stopped, taking in a deep breath as she once more inspected her current form. "... this. ... Arniomon."
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Post by Colin, Luke & Bellamy on Dec 29, 2018 11:41:07 GMT
Owen, Colin, Luke and Bellamy exchanged worried looks at the mention of Cion's story. A crimson entity. A warp digivolution of that scale. Something that Cion had to make Vertigo leave over.
"Does this mean...?" Owen asked, his yellow eyes open with worry.
"Sounds like it" Luke finished his question, knowing they were on the same wavelength. "...The D-Reaper".
"What's the D-Reaper?" Logan asked, tilting his head. "I've heard of it, but... haven't heard much 'information' so to say about it..." he noticed everyone's reaction to Cion's news. "I take it that it's a bad thing?" he asked, the Offmon getting a little worried.
"Really bad" Luke answered. "We haven't encountered it yet ourselves, but, it's out there, spreading itself like a disease. And... it can change people, so..." he broke off here, looking up at his partner.
"So we've been doing all we can to avoid it" Colin finished. "We might have the power to help fight against it, but, I don't want to risk going close yet".
"Neither do I" Owen added. "So... thank you, Cion for being brave enough to investigate it. I really hope it can be brought to an end soon".
With that said, it seemed there wasn't much else to say. It was probably down to his immaturity, but, Colin thought he might be able to get their minds off this dire situation.
"Hey, so, does anyone feel like relaxing and watching a nice movie?" he asked, indicating the entertainment system present in Daedalus's cabin. "We've got a bunch of them here. Frankly I think the digimon re-enactments of disney movies are pretty well done".
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Post by Cion on Dec 29, 2018 13:40:44 GMT
The D-Reaper? Could it truly be that it had re-emerged out of its perpetual slumber? With her aureate eyes narrowed, Cion carefully contemplated the idea, though it was difficult to accept despite her open-minded character. Yet what other option that was worth considering remained except this - that the crimson parasite was another manifestation of this ancient beast of figurative and literal vacuity? The thought of this disease corrupting her and those she cared for brought intense shivers down her spine, although she refused to display her trepidation by remaining stark and stiff. Little Logan mustn't see her worries.
Understanding her family's and friends' hesitation, her ears continued to peak while her focus lingered on her fine brother. The jaded Arniomon chuckled weekly, amused by the sentiment that she was brave. Was she verily a paragon of valor and vim, or a mere girl who foolhardily let her bravado dominate her judgment and actions? Truth be told she did not know, but ultimately she was glad about her accomplishments. The more intel the digital world had concerning the living vitiation the better. And perhaps this idol she had retrieved was of scientific value.
"Indeed... I hope so, too." She calmly expressed her desire for this madness to find a swift end. There already was so much to be concerned with... she really did not need an additional blight claiming her attention and energy. Black corruptions, substances that caused deterioration... was all of this not enough for a soul to handle? Why was it that this realm was cursed with continuous havoc and suffering? It was a conundrum which exceeded her comprehension, but maybe it was something she had the ability to change. ... What started here as a simple notion was destined to blossom into an unparalleled ambition... not tonight however.
Instead, it was Colin's excellent suggestion that pushed Cion out of her deep, dark thoughts. With a faint smile she nodded approvingly. She was a big fan of Disney. "Sure, I'd like that. Why not... Lilo & Stitchmon? Seems fitting, hehe..."
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