The Warden Eternal [MPC#49C] [Solo]
Apr 21, 2018 12:41:15 GMT
Post by Cion on Apr 21, 2018 12:41:15 GMT
MPC#49C: Invasion!
# of MPCs Taken This Month: 1
Well... it had to happen some day...
Still, it had been an oddity to realize how much fiendish and chaotic digimons actually regarded mankind as a direct threat. It was true that many humans, young and old, male and female, destined or spirit-wielding, had interfered with a noticeable amount of dark schemes of tyrants and warmongers with an infinite lust for power. But had it truly been that much as to incite a total war against Earth? Weren't sentinels of the digital world, such as angelic guardians and of course Cion herself, a sufficient peril to their lives of avarice and apathy?
Whatever the facts were, they would not reveal themselves today. The restrained Arniomon, covered in platinum fur and an aura of inner serenity, beheld her surroundings with both curiosity and exasperation. Tokyo... what an otherwise likely beautiful metropolis tainted by scars of synthetic warfare. It reminded her of Terminus, although significantly more colorful and vibrant, even while engulfed in cinder and malignity. The cosmic beast had imagined her first visit to the parallel universe inhabited by sapient apes differently, but where the was no choice but to take action she committed. After all, protecting the innocent and thwarting evil was among the core dogmas of her existence.
Yet she held no self-delusion of being able to end this invasion alone by herself. Despite having the ability to bend primordial forces to her will, she knew she was inherently a warden, not an avant-gardist. That was why, instead of joining the fray like her friends of the organization she was a part of, Cion assured that evacuation of civilians without any combat prowess proceeded uninterruptedly. That was easier said than done for superstition reigned supreme amongst the wicked and spiteful. Perhaps some villains simply dreaded the idea of surprising reinforcements, maybe they relished the sentiment of slaying the weak - to the ancient paladin it mattered not.
Vigilantly standing on the northern edge of the famous Rainbow Bridge, the orange like of dawn enshrouded everything in an atmosphere of twilight. Modern soldiers and military vehicles were blocking the passage to protect the fleeing inhabitants of this once glorious city. Some of the servicemen were unsure about not aiming their rifles straight at the Arniomon, but thanks to the efforts of AEGIS she had at least been granted a modicum of initial trust. She comprehended were those poor lads and gals were coming from, hence she did not hold a grudge.
Not too far away from them stood an entire platoon of low-life, minion scum, ranging from fragile Rookies to moderately strong Ultimates. In that digital world, they were not very impressive, but for humans they were certainly terrifying. Devidramons, BlackAgumons, a NeoDevimon acting as their leader. However Cion, at best, got irritated by the idea that they were here to impose bane upon those who had never laid a finger on them, or their home for that matter.
"Leave now and return through the portal, unless you desire your end here." She warned them, though her threats fell on deaf ears. Her diminutive and adorable physique, and young voice were likely to blame for this typical reaction of defiance and disparagement, but that was of no concern to the vulpine sentinel. In the long run, if might makes right was the only language these foul savages understood, then she was more than happy to oblige and stop this farce before it turned into an actual hazard. Laughing and bellowing, the servants of darkness simply began their onslaught, hastily sprinting towards the keepers of the bridge.
Sighing, the silver fennec shook her head and snapped her talons. A golden flash suddenly manifested itself in front of the minion's feet. Briefly, it startled the small army of fiends until their hubris and vanity got swiftly removed from their expressions and souls. The glare violently errupted into a perceivable pocket of distorted space-time, trapping and suspending the evildoers as if a noose had caught them by the neck. Unstable gravity tore at the prey as screams of despair echoed throughout the plaza, soon turning into screeches of agony when the infantry and machines of war riddled them with common ammunition and shells.
Unable to take out entities of significantly greater power that way, Cion utilized the residual energy of her previous ability to conjure a large, ethereal javelin for every victim caught by the translucent singularity. Through willpower alone, the dozens of weapons forged from primal forces surrounded the horde and then... relentlessly lancinated every single digimon. In this short moment the clash was over, leaving many spirits behind who were doomed to roam a plain of existence they did not belong to as invisible, hamstrung spectators. They had chosen to accept the possibility of being turned into incorporeal fragments, which was why the otherwise benevolent, caring watchmon felt neither pity nor remorse.
Suspiring more out of disappointment than exhaustion, the Arniomon turned around to face the obviously worried men and women who had, if at all, only seen such display of unthinkable might in comic books. Yet there was no reason for them to be nervous nor afraid, for all companions and acquaintances knew her as an often gentle, affectionate and good-natured person. At length she had been here to protect those who could not help themselves, not to savor the mayhem of extraplanetary conflict.
Smiling, she bowed to the fragile beings who were driven by courage and justice, willing to sacrifice their single shot at life for the sake of others. There was nothing less than admiration and esteem she felt for their heroism, and she had no qualms showing how much people ought to cherish them for this valor. For the very courteous inhabitants of Japan, it was an obvious gesture, though they did not return it for they were still uncertain about her alignment.
Cion understood that and did not mind their reticence. Nodding, she quietly started to hover over the ground, bidding the armed humans adieu by simply waving to them. And in a sudden, aureate glow, she disappeared with tremendous speed into the bowels of the metropolis, assuring that those who needed her helping hand would receive it.
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# of MPCs Taken This Month: 1
Well... it had to happen some day...
Still, it had been an oddity to realize how much fiendish and chaotic digimons actually regarded mankind as a direct threat. It was true that many humans, young and old, male and female, destined or spirit-wielding, had interfered with a noticeable amount of dark schemes of tyrants and warmongers with an infinite lust for power. But had it truly been that much as to incite a total war against Earth? Weren't sentinels of the digital world, such as angelic guardians and of course Cion herself, a sufficient peril to their lives of avarice and apathy?
Whatever the facts were, they would not reveal themselves today. The restrained Arniomon, covered in platinum fur and an aura of inner serenity, beheld her surroundings with both curiosity and exasperation. Tokyo... what an otherwise likely beautiful metropolis tainted by scars of synthetic warfare. It reminded her of Terminus, although significantly more colorful and vibrant, even while engulfed in cinder and malignity. The cosmic beast had imagined her first visit to the parallel universe inhabited by sapient apes differently, but where the was no choice but to take action she committed. After all, protecting the innocent and thwarting evil was among the core dogmas of her existence.
Yet she held no self-delusion of being able to end this invasion alone by herself. Despite having the ability to bend primordial forces to her will, she knew she was inherently a warden, not an avant-gardist. That was why, instead of joining the fray like her friends of the organization she was a part of, Cion assured that evacuation of civilians without any combat prowess proceeded uninterruptedly. That was easier said than done for superstition reigned supreme amongst the wicked and spiteful. Perhaps some villains simply dreaded the idea of surprising reinforcements, maybe they relished the sentiment of slaying the weak - to the ancient paladin it mattered not.
Vigilantly standing on the northern edge of the famous Rainbow Bridge, the orange like of dawn enshrouded everything in an atmosphere of twilight. Modern soldiers and military vehicles were blocking the passage to protect the fleeing inhabitants of this once glorious city. Some of the servicemen were unsure about not aiming their rifles straight at the Arniomon, but thanks to the efforts of AEGIS she had at least been granted a modicum of initial trust. She comprehended were those poor lads and gals were coming from, hence she did not hold a grudge.
Not too far away from them stood an entire platoon of low-life, minion scum, ranging from fragile Rookies to moderately strong Ultimates. In that digital world, they were not very impressive, but for humans they were certainly terrifying. Devidramons, BlackAgumons, a NeoDevimon acting as their leader. However Cion, at best, got irritated by the idea that they were here to impose bane upon those who had never laid a finger on them, or their home for that matter.
"Leave now and return through the portal, unless you desire your end here." She warned them, though her threats fell on deaf ears. Her diminutive and adorable physique, and young voice were likely to blame for this typical reaction of defiance and disparagement, but that was of no concern to the vulpine sentinel. In the long run, if might makes right was the only language these foul savages understood, then she was more than happy to oblige and stop this farce before it turned into an actual hazard. Laughing and bellowing, the servants of darkness simply began their onslaught, hastily sprinting towards the keepers of the bridge.
Sighing, the silver fennec shook her head and snapped her talons. A golden flash suddenly manifested itself in front of the minion's feet. Briefly, it startled the small army of fiends until their hubris and vanity got swiftly removed from their expressions and souls. The glare violently errupted into a perceivable pocket of distorted space-time, trapping and suspending the evildoers as if a noose had caught them by the neck. Unstable gravity tore at the prey as screams of despair echoed throughout the plaza, soon turning into screeches of agony when the infantry and machines of war riddled them with common ammunition and shells.
Unable to take out entities of significantly greater power that way, Cion utilized the residual energy of her previous ability to conjure a large, ethereal javelin for every victim caught by the translucent singularity. Through willpower alone, the dozens of weapons forged from primal forces surrounded the horde and then... relentlessly lancinated every single digimon. In this short moment the clash was over, leaving many spirits behind who were doomed to roam a plain of existence they did not belong to as invisible, hamstrung spectators. They had chosen to accept the possibility of being turned into incorporeal fragments, which was why the otherwise benevolent, caring watchmon felt neither pity nor remorse.
Suspiring more out of disappointment than exhaustion, the Arniomon turned around to face the obviously worried men and women who had, if at all, only seen such display of unthinkable might in comic books. Yet there was no reason for them to be nervous nor afraid, for all companions and acquaintances knew her as an often gentle, affectionate and good-natured person. At length she had been here to protect those who could not help themselves, not to savor the mayhem of extraplanetary conflict.
Smiling, she bowed to the fragile beings who were driven by courage and justice, willing to sacrifice their single shot at life for the sake of others. There was nothing less than admiration and esteem she felt for their heroism, and she had no qualms showing how much people ought to cherish them for this valor. For the very courteous inhabitants of Japan, it was an obvious gesture, though they did not return it for they were still uncertain about her alignment.
Cion understood that and did not mind their reticence. Nodding, she quietly started to hover over the ground, bidding the armed humans adieu by simply waving to them. And in a sudden, aureate glow, she disappeared with tremendous speed into the bowels of the metropolis, assuring that those who needed her helping hand would receive it.
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