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Dark Dependencies [Mission] [5/5]
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Post by Haru Toriya and Tawna on Jul 16, 2018 21:52:29 GMT
The depths of Old Terminus were not a glamorous place, one that denizens of Terminus City did not particularly hold dear to their hearts. Most if any visitors to the dark underbelly of the Digital Core came down for only a number of reasons. Some desire adventure and mystery, seeking to unravel the hidden secrets of the anomalous area... Others use its lawless and dark catacombs as a shroud for less savory activities that surface dwellers may frown upon overall. Despite its dangers, some call this unknown land home. Even now, forces conspire to try and protect such a land... and the center of what was to likely be a grand operation? An ancient amphitheater, practically untouched for years... an almost identical mockery to that of the Infinity Coliseum, or at least one of them. The only audience that regularly attended this particular arena was dust and the occasional Tsumemon foraging for scrap data. A lonely place, but today it would receive several new guests... all under the guise of a grand operation to protect the land it was a part of. Some might call it foolish to try and bring order to a desolate place like Old Terminus, but this was not about just Old Terminus... The events that happened down here if not halted could have a terrifyingly major impact on the rest of the world. At least that was what the tall, black-cloaked humanoid figure sitting down in one of the seats of the amphitheater believed.
[[OOC: Welcome to this awful mess of a mission! Just to clarify, there will be no turn order, so post as soon as you like!]] @silvac Dr. Mikemon Toki Akiyama Cion Sakurin
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Post by Dr. Mikemon on Jul 16, 2018 22:58:38 GMT
Traveling through old Terminus, it helped to look the part.
Mikemon's movements through the city proper were careful and quick, the champion level keeping both his head down and his appearance obscured by a cloak surrounding his body. Ordinarily, he wouldn't have risked this adventure - but for the few patients that had already made their appearance known to the surface, the doctor simply couldn't ignore this.
Ambrosia Chips. Sandiramon Grip. Lucemon Dust. Whatever its name, there was always someone trying to take advantage of Old Terminus, and Mikemon wasn't about to stand by - not after hearing about what this most recent offender was capable of. Checking the nearby landmarks, the feline quickly ducked his way into that dilapidated arena. Section C, top stands, look for the figure under the cover? There he was - cloaked and shrouded in mystery. Well, Mikemon wouldn't show his face either: slipping close, he'd simply flash his credentials from the mission guild, before taking a seat down next to him.
"... Place put through the ringer again, hasn't it?"
Until anyone else arrived, that would be the cat's only remark.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 16, 2018 23:12:11 GMT
This would be his second visit to old terminis in such a short time. And the job posting that he had gone over made him actually fairly angry. He knew of drugs like this in the human world as rare as they were; but for digimon to be in the same boat? Well it really grinded the wrong part of kan's gears.
So he called up an old friend; someone that probably wouldn't of heard from him again. The last time they had spoken they weren't on the best of terms but with the way he sounded over the phone well... She agreed to meet him before going down into old terminus.
The weregarurumon-x was a sight for sore eyes; her curt proffesional demeanor was a boon in this sort of event. But considering that job posting required ultimate level and that they shouldn't hold back? His ownly real tool other than his own body; his own skills was his contracted mercanary that he barely kept in contact with after their last alteraction.
He strode cofidently through the 'muck' and 'grime' in his ultimate form. He found comfort in being in it considering where they were at. It didn't take him long to get to the meeting point, in fact it looked like one or multiple people were already here. Holding his hand out to Bone-saw she'd pass him the mission credentials and the Silvermon would hold it up without a word.
In total there would be five people and any contracts that they brought with them right?
If he got any strange look or such he'd go his own way, but given a nod or a simple wave he'd take a seat nearby folding his arms over one another. His 'partner' taking a seat next to him; sniffing faintly at the air..
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Post by Sakurin on Jul 17, 2018 9:52:11 GMT
Old Terminus. A mystery wrapped in an enigma for Yukiko and Mizu. They only knew the name as Solomon's original home. Yet when Mizu had read about the job description, she was extremely eager to go. Innocent folk being exploited? That made the usually so jovial and silly Betamon rather serious. She even strode ahead of her partner, wanting to get to this amphitheater and see what was up as fast as possible. Yukiko was a lot less confident about this. What if it was a trap? What if it was too much for them to handle? None of this seemed to matter to the Betamon. As soon as they reached the amphitheatre Mizu showed the slip she got from the mission board, and Yuki did the same. Then, the two sought out where others had seated themselves before. Likely other mission-goers. With a wordless nod, the human greeted them before sitting down. The Betamon was too pumped to get going to pay them much attention.
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Post by Cion on Jul 17, 2018 18:04:13 GMT
This world was truly nearing the edge of the abyss, was it not? Crimson parasites, black mists of corruption and now something entirely unheard of - extreme addiction to a vile substance. Upon having received this mission on their digital blackboard, many thoughts had rushed inside the mind of the vulpine officer of PROFIT. Had this plain of existence really vitiated to this level, or had it always been this foul and she had merely refused to see it? Whatever the true answer was, Cion's self-doubts increased due to the endeavor. Throughout the centuries of altruism, had she actually accomplished anything at all?
The ancient, benevolent soul had seen plenty of kingdoms and nations with their own idiosyncrasies rise and fall, and those who contributed to the most good she had unyieldingly supported. From the resistance on File Island to Rakiura's prosperous empire, she had never ceased to serve as a sentinel and vanguard. Even in this incarnation of the virtual reality, having transcended palingenesis once again, she had been desperately searching for someone to follow. In the end, she had found an organization with great potential, and she had risen through its ranks with unrivaled determination.
The Arniomon was a lieutenant with lots of money, resources and relations at her fingertip; not to mention the power of her apex form. Still... it did not appear to matter, for the planet and its inhabitants had barely changed throughout the eons. Were her efforts and dreams in vain, or was she simply committing the same mistake again? ... It were these difficult to process notions that had kept her busy over the recent nights until the day came to put an immediate stop to the spread of the destructive material called 'Ambrosia Chip'. What a... twistedly fitting designation.
With the goal of her job enshrouding every other thought, Cion calmly and quietly maneuvered along the tracks of Old Terminus' catacombs. What an unsightly, dank and dark place - a location of misery she might have already vanquished if it were not for her hesitation and uncertainty. In any case, as the tiny, silver fox entered the lonely underground arena, she noticed that a couple of individuals had answered the call of duty before her. A feline digimon similar in design as a Gatomon, a unique Weregarurumon, a girl and her Betamon and...
"Kan...?" She uttered, at first surprised though her facial expression quickly shifted to serenity and felicity. Realizing that everything gathered around the cloaked figure for instructions, The Arniomon dashed over to the seat of the fluffy Silvermon and hopped onto his lap without any concerns, making it herself as comfortable as possible. A beaming grin formed itself on her small muzzle as she beheld the strong, lupiform warrior's head above her. "Great to see you again so soon. But why didn't you inform us of your engagement? We could have traveled together." She stated unwoundedly, just hoping that the bodacious man took his responsibilities as a member of PROFIT seriously. Information was the key to cooperation after all.
But she was not mad, especially when remembering that a certain 'SirFluffleButt' had posted 'sounds interesting' as a comment for the received invoice. Wait, was that his... no - no way. Clearing her throat, the otherwise gracile fennec tilted her head to everyone else present, inviting all to a cordial handshake if they so desired. "I'm Cion - pleased to meet everyone of you." She introduced herself with a sincere, kind tone to her young, female voice.
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Post by Toki Akiyama on Jul 18, 2018 9:00:14 GMT
Toki hadn't really done anything to be discreet. What kept people from paying attention to him was his absolutely livid glare as he walked through the streets of Old Terminus. It has been a long time since he had adopted such an expression, but the information the mission made his blood come to a boil. To take advantage of the less fortunate, to push such a vile substance, to profit from suffering...any one of these would be enough to earn Toki's ire, but all three at once was inviting nothing but his wrath.
There were so many terrible things out there in both the human and digital world, but that only emboldened him. It made him desire to protect those who cannot fight themselves. It didn't matter if it was thankless, it was the right thing to do and he would not falter. He stepped into the meeting place and noticed he was the last one to arrive. He gave his credentials and joined up with the others.
A couple of them were unfamiliar to him, but he instantly recognized the Silvermon and Arniomon. His anger subsided slightly as he managed to give the two of them a weak smile "It's so nice to see you both. Kan, it's been some time." he said, bowing his head. He looked over at Mikemon, Yukiko, and Mizu "I wish we could have met under better circumstances...I'm Toki Akiyama." he said before he looked at the cloaked figure "And I'm here to do what I can."
Truth is he was anxious. This was something of such importance that he would have to give his all into this, he just felt it. No matter what, he would do everything in his power. If it is not enough, then he will still rest easy knowing he did what he knew was right. He sat with Cion and Kan and pulled out his Digivice. He could feel his spirit's nervousness as well "It'll be alright. I'll be alright." he said. It seemed to calm his partner down. While he himself didn't have a history with substances like this nor did he have a loved one go through it, he knew how important it was to stop the circulation. No one should have to be deceived into using this substance and be brought to such a low state. It horrified him. The idea of the loss of rational thought, attacking people indiscriminately, even friends and family. There was a focus to his glare. It wasn't just aimless fury. It was targeted and controlled.
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Post by Haru Toriya and Tawna on Jul 18, 2018 17:49:48 GMT
The figure idly watched as people began to come in, though they did seem to have their interest mildly piqued as a small feline Digimon sat by them, briefly starting up a passing comment about the state of their surroundings. "Ah! Yes, it is a touch grimy... but it is a bit beautiful in its own way, don't you think? I believe the Digital World may have taken inspiration from Roman architecture, at least at some point when constructing this plane..." the figure spoke in a clearly womanly voice, the doctor perhaps getting a glimpse at their face. "Apologies, I'm probably getting off-track right now. I think everyone is here though..."The figure soon drew their hood down, revealing a woman with gray-blonded hair and a white-gold mouth cover that resembled fangs. While seemingly human, anyone worth their salt would have fairly easily identified them as merely a Digimon. "I am sorry about having to be so secretive, but I promise that this venture is not a waste of your time... It is genuinely a horrid mess that I hope we can stop together." the Digimon softly spoke before giving everyone a soft bow with her head. "My name is Peacock, a Mega-level Digimon known as Junomon. I'm a friend of your employer and here to help assist you. Charmed to meet you all, though I wish the circumstances we all are assembled here for were better." they somewhat pluckily spoke, seemingly thrilled to see everyone. As Peacock briefly stepped out of their seating (one able to spot perhaps the swan boots they wore), the god man Digimon briefly brushed herself as she seemed to dwell on what to talk about first, though she did need to handle one last thing first... Suddenly, two large golden-metallic lances that autonumously maneuvered behind the Junomon's back materialized (connected by the fibers of a beautiful blue cape with scales inside it), the weapons extending out an enormous distance... skewering a DexDorugamon that had been stalking the area (having just attempted to try and climb the walls outside the amphitheatre to get inside), the zombified Digimon turning to mere data as the lances retracted back to Peacock... the Junomon giving everyone a somewhat cheerful look in their eyes. "Just had to take care of that little problem... Can't risk our plans getting out to our enemies after all ~" they gently advised the group as the twin lances disappeared.
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Post by Dr. Mikemon on Jul 18, 2018 23:06:42 GMT
Heh... Mikemon couldn't help but give a smile at the robed figure's passing comment. Hearing that tone, that calm expression, the cat let out a small sigh: "I guess after a while you'll see the 'good' in anything." Aside from that, the cat held his words - as did the second and third groups to arrive. The complete silence in both Kan's and Yukiko's own arrivals felt a bit jarring (Mikemon giving a small wave towards the Betamon), but considering the location, maybe it was best not to draw attention to oneself.
Well, that went out the window with the appearance of the god-beast Arniomon - one who floated on in, attention on the gruff-looking wolf as if to immediately chide him. That direct introduction made it a bit jarring when her tone flipped back to one introducing herself, Mikemon simply returning a nod. Then came Toki - a spirit wielder, Mikemon assumed, as he couldn't see a partner - who, again, seemed to be acquaintances with those two.
At the very least, he had a familiar face of his own here in Yukiko. And soon enough, the show was on the road, their employer revealing themselves to be an impressively-powerful holy Digimon! Blinking at that reveal, Mikemon gave a nod - his ear flicking at a sudden data signal in the distance.
No, apparently those were not planned, as Peacock's cake flicked off to the side! Two spears rocketed out, quickly removing that threat from the arena. "... Huh." Finally pulling back the hood of his cloak, the Mikemon gave a nod towards their employer. "Quite. The name's Dr. Mikemon - over there is Yukiko and Mizu. We of the Digital Field Club are at your service for this matter." At that, he moved right onto questions! "Do you have any leads on this matter, to start off?"
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Post by Deleted on Jul 18, 2018 23:38:37 GMT
A betamon and human, A familiar and incredibly friendly Arniomon, a youth that he had last seen well over half a year ago and two robed figures. The wolf man glanced from person to person as they entered and once the arniomon addressed him; called him by name the man let out a soft sigh and dipped his head in a nod.
"A pleasure to see you again. I saw the sign up and thought to investigate this on my own. Wasn't sure how much interest you all would have in this. But I suppose that just goes to show I'm not much of a team thinker as of yet. I'll keep that in mind for future endevours."
The man chuckled and glanced at Gretal who just gave a shrug. He didn't mind the fact that the Arniomon had jumped into his lap; it wasn't awkward or anything in his book but it did beg the question of just how comfortable she was with him all considering. Toki's arrival was surprising and he raised his brows just a little bit when he was greeted, giving the youth a smile he'd shift a little bit so his tail wasn't blocking any of the seats toki was likely to sit in.
"It's certainly been a long time. It's good to see you; after this we'll have to play catch up."
The man turned his attention finally to the last figure who for the most part remained silent. Though they were not the ones to talk first. It was some woman esq digimon that quickly revealed whom she was as well as introducing her name and that she was more or less a friend of their employer. So this was so steeped in secrecy that the true employer would send a friend rather than themselves?
The man flinched however when the digimon skewered a nearby DexDorugamon that apparently had been trying to climb the walls. They weren't here to play around; why should they? This was serious bussiness. The second cloaked figure threw back their cloak and introduced him along with his companion. Frowning as he was the only one to not introduce himself properly the Spirit user would dip his head in a greeting before gesturing to himself and his companion. The latter of which gave a friendly; if not guarded smile.
"My name is Kan, I'm with PROFIT. This is Gretal. She works for me and will be helping out here."
The man shifted slightly as the mikemon followed suit with a good question. If Peacock had any leads on this matter; if the answer was no well.. They'd have to build up and start from scratch down here which could be a problem.
"How large of an operation is this whole chip business too; as far as has it managed to get out of old terminus yet or are we still okay as far as that is concerned?"
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Post by Sakurin on Jul 19, 2018 9:58:42 GMT
And so, everyone had gathered, it seems. What a colourful bunch of people! Spirit wielders, tamerless Digimon, Digimon with Tamers. It seemed people of all walks of life had come to solve this mystery! Mizu was a bit confused over the hooded figure waving, but then she realized who it was, and smiled, waving back.
And so, the assistant of their client revealed themselves. Junomon, a god-like Mega level Digimon! Yukiko was in awe at such power! Mizu was in awe at such beauty! Her pupils almost formed into hearts! Mizu was now so distracted that Yuki felt that it was her duty to speak. She got up, shaking and face beet red. "G-g-g-greetings, m-m-m-miss. A-a-as Dr. Mikemon said, w-w-we are Yukiko and M-m-mizu. W-w-we are the leaders of the D-d-d-igital Field Club. A-a-at your s-s-service, ma'am!" She took a few deep breaths to calm herself. "P-p-p-please t-t-tell us more about these ch-ch-chips. Wh-wh-what do they do, exactly? D-d-d-do we have leads on the production s-s-s-site?" She felt a bit stupid asking all of this, but she did not have the information channels necessary to conduct research into the murkier parts of the Digital World...yet.
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Post by Cion on Jul 19, 2018 20:03:19 GMT
"No harm's done, dear. We'll do this anyway - with or without prior consultation." The cute, silver fennec assured the big, lupiform warrior whose lap she had made herself comfortable on. Bearing a confident, toothy smile as she often did, the restrained Arniomon turned to the companion of the Silvermon named Gretal, who was a Weregarurumon she had never met before. Regardless, she reached out her her paw to the blue wolf, hoping to become acquaintances as soon as possible. "Pleased to meet you. I'm Cion, Kan's 'superior' in PROFIT. But let's stick to equal partnership, yes?" She offered kindly, certain that they would get along just fine.
To her pleasant suprise, the familiar lad she knew as Toki had also followed this dangerous call of duty, making his presence known in his typical, laid-back way. "Same to you, darling." The tiny fox replied chummily, responding to the boy's bow with one of her own. His manners, despite his age, never failed to delight her. Glad that Mr. Akiyama chose to sit down by their side, the sentinel with an ancient soul beheld those she had not encountered in previous endeavors yet were willing to contribute to the greater good none the less. A feline digimon, a woman with her partner who were members of a small organization... why not?
It was in this very moment of acceptance that the hooded figure they were tasked to encounter revealed its true form, which turned out to be that of a rather rare digital entity called Junomon. She even had a real name - that of Peacock. It seemed quite unbecoming, but whatever the lady was content with was all that mattered. "It's still a pleasure to make your acquaintance. Though I suppose you won't be able to tell us who our actual client is?" Cion voiced her thoughts without hesitation, always a bit skeptical of unknown strangers. Thankfully, her mind was seldom not prepared for the worst.
Yet if everyone present was truly interested in preventing the intoxicating, hazardous substance from spreading, then nothing else really was of importance. Nevertheless, watching the angelic nightmare soldier fatally gore a wandering DexDorugamon did not leave the best of impressions. At least it would reincarnate and receive a proper upbringing in Rosewood this time. "Of course." The Arniomon commented with a forced, neutral tone to her voice.
The way their 'ally' appeared cheerful over the destruction of another digimon who, to the vulpine guardian's knowledge, had neither wronged them nor anyone else was more akin to acts she expected from people of the dark area. But in Old Terminus nobody could be trusted it seemed - though fortunately Toki and Kan were not from here. In any case, as question were put forth, Cion asked a few of her own. "What exactly does the Ambrosia Chip look like? How do you ingest it and what are its exact effects? And who is it that we are... likely to clash with?" She calmly addressed the Junomon, wishing for clarification as to plan ahead.
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Post by Toki Akiyama on Jul 20, 2018 2:16:02 GMT
Toki was glad to be acquainted with everyone now. They all seemed reasonable and more than willing to work together. That's one obstacle avoided. Nothing spelled disaster than a team that refused to work together or acknowledge each other. Dr. Mikemon, Yukiko and Mizu were part of some Digital Field Club it seemed. It sounded fascinating. He would have to talk to them about it some day when things weren't so pressing.
There was something a little different about Kan. At first he figured it was Silvermon speaking through him again, but no, this was definitely Kan himself. When he met him, he was rather quiet and aloof, usually letting Silvermon do all the talking. The fact that he spoke to him fondly warmed his heart "Yeah, we should. I look forward to being able to tell you about my adventures. I've done a lot since we saw each other last." he said with a smile.
It was nice to see Cion again as well. The two of them keep bumping into each other on these adventures, though this one was more evidently serious than the others. He let her and Kan speak with their new ally in order to figure out a course of action.
When Peacock revealed and introduced herself, he bowed politely, only to see her effortlessly dispatch an enemy hiding in the shadows. His blood ran cold at how easy that was for them to do. His hands shook. He came here so angry and ready to help solve this problem, but what was he compared to this Digimon? He shook his head and clenched his fists. "I hope that my strength will be valuable in this operation, Peacock. Whatever their justification for spreading this...chip...it's not going to be enough. Nothing justifies the pain it spreads." he said. He was mostly saying it for himself, to steel his resolve to do what will probably have to be done.
However, he looked around once more. It's not just his strength. It's everyone's. Everyone gathered here is going to help and they all seemed to want to stop this as much as he did. "...We're not in this alone, okay? We'll have each other's backs and do everything that we can." he said. He wasn't sure if it was his place to say stuff like that, but it made him feel better at the very least.
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Post by Haru Toriya and Tawna on Jul 21, 2018 2:10:21 GMT
For a moment as Mikemon introduced himself, the Junomon's gaze directed towards him became a bit more intense... a curious look in the goddess Digimon's eyes before seemingly coming to a plucky conclusion. "A doctor...? Oh! That Dr. Mikemon! I know who you are! I've read your publication about Digicores back when I was in learning in Luminas! I actually do have a slight medical career myself in nursing ~" Peacock proceeded comment, though it was only briefly. Had to focus here... There was a lot at stake here after all. Toki's slight apprehension "Thank you mister Toki... I like to think we're not alone here. It is a touch frightening, but I have hope that we'll be able to put a stop to this." they gently spoke before their tone became more serious as the real topics for today were brought to focus.
"Yes, well... You see, your host is... In a difficult spot you could say. I'll go on how that is a problem in regards to how they can help us." Peacock began, briefly averting their gaze from everyone before simply closing their eyes as they spoke. "You see, he is one of several dealers in Old Terminus. Now, I'm not one to question life choices frankly as I mean... not really putting that nursing license to much use these days myself, but he definitely is regretting his choice into assisting selling this stuff." she spoke, admittingly a bit repulsed that a colleague would even go down such a path as drug-dealing... but now said friend was trapped in a dangerous web that they had no way out of, alongside who knows how many others.
Kan's question was a very good one, and one that Peacock herself was relieved was not any worse than it could be. This by no means could have been some little scheme to make a quick few bits... it was all too much like a well-oiled machine. "Very large dear. This operation while we know has not expanded beyond Old Terminus, it however has a grasp on the lives of everyone that becomes remotely involved here. Buyers, sellers, witnesses; no one is safe now because someone is pulling the strings here, and anyone deemed a threat could disappear in a moment's notice." she somewhat solemnly spoke. Disappearances were not uncommon down here in Old Terminus, but she did have the feeling this Ambrosia chip scandal had a hand in a fair share of cases. It was somewhat why she was being so protective of her friend's identity... If someone got word that he was trying to shut down this operation...? "We'll meet my friend eventually I hope, as he's trying to contact a supplier of this stuff and see if we can track where its being made. I just wish to avoid saying who they are just in case."
As for the chips themselves and their effects, Peacock only could provided an example of former. "The Ambrosia chips... Hold on, let me just look in here for a moment." she quietly spoke as she materialized a pendant... the small object revealing to be an Infini-store with the way it unfolded out ala a box. Reaching inside, the Junomon soon pulled out what appeared to be a tiny computer chip, no larger than a finger nail. "Here we are. You would crack it open and absorb the data in it and its supposedly equivalent to freshly loading an Digimon, but... this stuff is just one hell of a puzzle by itself trying to figure out whats in it. Whatever data is inside could not be from a single Digimon... at least no normal one." she spoke before tossing it back inside the infini-store pendant, the pendant fading away. "Regardless, whatever is in this stuff is bad. Worse than anything you could buy normally. Addiction, chance of feralization, Digicore erosion... and uh, recently degenerative Digivolution. Err... basically, everything any self-respecting Digimon would want to avoid."
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Post by Dr. Mikemon on Jul 21, 2018 3:09:54 GMT
Oh, a fan? Mikemon's ear twitched as the Junomon's tone quickly perking up! "Heh... always good to know that my work's still being used up there. I'll forward you an updated publication - figured out a few things over the last coupla years - but for now?" It was probably best to stay on topic - as much as Mikemon just wanted to yap the day away with a potential colleague!
And... hoo boy, Yukiko seemed as nervous as ever. Giving an internal sigh, Mikemon took a seat next to the nervous tamer, hoping that would calm her down just a touch. Still, it was more than just Mikemon's question in the air: what did the chips look like? What did they do? Who is in control of the operation? Heck, what did they look like was a decent question itself! In short-enough order, Junomon addressed the questions at hand. Their client was a dealer, and that same client was working on trying to procure their lead. Simple enough: "Hm. Seems like someone's trying to claim territory down here all the time, one way or another." Whether through drugs or the 'Chaos Arena' debacle, it always seemed that someone was trying to spread their influence.
Or, in the case of Arkadimon, wholesale murder, but that wasn't important right now. As the chip appeared, Mikemon's eyes locked onto it, giving a quick scan over the data. Junomon's expression was apt: "Well, its no 'Barbershop of Seville'. It would be much easier to manufacture those chips by hard-loading a core rather than making it in such a fashion..." The cat bounced around ideas in his head: "From the top of my head, it almost feels like a concentrated version of the data of the 'Sea of Blood', or maybe its just strictly data with a cheap binder." Either way, the consequences were undeniable, the cat shaking his head.
"I'm here because I've seen the other end of that. Harpymon begging me to do something for her husband, but..." Ugh, he shook his head, focus returning forward. "What's our first step, then?"
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Post by Deleted on Jul 22, 2018 21:25:50 GMT
The stammering greeting of Yukiko and her partner was somewhat chuckle worthy if it wasn't such a serious meeting over such a serious objective. The man leaned forward a bit, curiosity causing his ears to flick forward. The question that they posed were good; even if they were stammering a bit. Was it nerves about this or something else entirely?
The silvermon flashed a smile at cion at the assurance from her and quirked a brow when they greeted Gretal. Who stared at cion for a few moments, accepting the paw with a firm almost human like shake. She had spent much time in the human world before this and had picked up a few mannerisms.
"Agreed."
The questions that Cion posed were good as well; more about the chip than what they'd be doing. There was a chance they'd be fighting individuals using the chip right? Even though if the movie Scar-face was anything to go by never use your own supply.
Toki's statement required a simple nod and a toothy grin; though he'd expect at the tend of all of this they'd likely all be tired from a long journey or a string of fights. These sort of things would never be simple.
"Would be nice; lets hope at the end of this we'll have the breath to do so."
The wolfen man's ears flicked again when Toki spoke; seemingly doubting his strength. The man furrowed his brow and would of followed suit with something if he had anything to really add to that. So he simply shrugged and stared at the Junomon.
She recognized the Mikemon? And that she was from luminas? The silvermon shifted nervously as he was distinctly reminded of an attack he had partook in; in lamest terms. So rather than say much when she explained the man quietly sat there; tilting his head slightly as she explained out everything and covered the questions as they came.
Everything seemed comparable to human gangs or drug rings right up until the end when the Junomon pulled out what seemed to be the exact thing they were supposed to be fighting to stop. His eyes locked onto the chip and a steep frown formed on his face as Peacock explained what the chip did. Freshly loading a digimon? Wasn't that sort of thing taboo? The silvermon's brows furrowed and he'd rub his neck awkwardly as the list of what could happen when you took one was added to the 'power' of the chip. It could be extremely bad if any of those things happened; but what would happen if a spirit user used one of them?
Possibly the effects of these chips could be something similar to the degradation my spirits had. Something to look into I suppose.
The silvermon shook his head and leaned back; seeming out of sorts for a reason. Tutting softly he'd stare at Peacock while Mikemon addressed them still. His theory was a good one, but then his question also put them to a good pace too.
Unfortunately He didn't really have much to add to this; so the silvermon simply sat there and quietly waited for the others to say their piece. They were likely going to leave anytime now to avoid having more 'party starters' come by.
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