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[Mission, S] Change in Management: Side Bets
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Post by Dustin & Theo on Aug 4, 2018 20:02:59 GMT
The designated spot was completely empty, or rather it was cleared out beforehand. Not even the vegetation once present in the plains remained. Instead a lone sign laying in a barren circle just outside the city of Terminus marked the Trailmon friendship club meet up spot.A single bag loaded with what was presumably the supplies the invitation mentioned was handing on the post. The bag itself seemed poorly made, almost as if someone stitched two pouches together in a hasty manner to fit everything in. It's contents would be exactly as described in the mysterious note; a communication device, a map of the terminal and its tunnels with several spots marked with a t, presumably for 'treat', a flash light, and a plain granola bar. A note was crudely pinned on the pouch.
Dear Trailmon friend, you have managed to make it to the meeting point! Unfortunately me and the other members couldn't be here, but we're very delighted you could! Give your self a pat on the back (if a partner is present pat each other). Your mission is very simple, but if absolutely necessary you may contact us for instructions. Remember: This should be done cleanly and smoothly. I believe in your more than I believe in Trailmon, that's how much I beleive in your (wow). Go get em, tiger. It was hard to tell if the excitement was genuine or not, but it seemed that whoever ran the Trailmon friendship club was either truly devoted or had no idea how to interact with other people. The note was printed in a hard to digest cursive font and had a smiling sticker attached to the site. It was 2 am, local time. The city wasn't quite asleep, but not awake either. If someone wanted to go unnoticed, this was the time to do so.
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Post by Cion on Aug 4, 2018 20:56:30 GMT
A piece of paper with the instructions that resembled a toddler trying to conceal a terrorist attack - how fatuitous did the schemers behind this dark ambition think she was? Besides, why had they not tried to hire her through official means by utilizing the channels of PROFIT? Cion was confident that she had established an amount of global renown due to her role as an officer of a very reputable organization and someone who could be relied on to protect the innocent from vile forces such as the D-Reaper and despotic warmongers. So... why did they choose her, a sentinel of all that was good?
Perhaps this was a trap, coincidence or maybe her clients were merely dense miscreants that did not know the difference between the moon and a pizza quattro formaggi. Whatever the truth was, it was to the restrained Arniomon's convenience. Naturally she would destroy this evil cell and every member that was a part of it, but not before squeezing as much information out of them as possible. There was always the chance they were just a fraction of a bigger puzzle. Subterfuge was not something she was used to, but displaying her typical grace and professionalism was hardly a difficult endeavor.
With her Infini-Store hidden in her short, green scarf, and the microscopic ear-piece providing communication at will between her and her partner Vertigo who flew circles above the clouds of the designated rendezvous, she was certain that everything was going to be fine. This was just another day of stopping a few baddies, though she was curious to learn of their impetus. Did they have an actual project, or was this but a villainous farce. Only time would tell.
Eventually, the silver fennec arrived at the hole in the ground close to Terminus' Trailmon Terminal - not a proper covert hideout in her opinion, but that made things easier, hence she did not voice her thoughts. Discovering the bag that was meant for her, she investigated its explosive contents. Ultimately spotting the note, the tiny fox sighed in disappointment, deeply saddened by the fact this was not a personal meeting. However, she was enabled to contact someone via the provided communication device, which meant that her airborne companion could potentially find the location of her contact by means of triangulation or similar methods.
"Too bad. Was looking forward to meet anyone, not a phone." Cion spoke to herself, unobviously signaling the AceJetmon to do his computer based magic. The same went for any undesired observers of any form and alignment. Clearing her throat, the ancient soul ignored the piece of paper and turned on the communicator. "Brave Explorer to Friendship Club. Over." She spoke with a childlike, kittenish pizazz to her cute voice.
... Might as well play along with this asinine villainy. Still, she was feeling rather foppish about it.
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Post by Dustin & Theo on Aug 5, 2018 12:35:57 GMT
For full effect I'd play this while readingThe radio stayed silent for a few moments. Just when it began to look like there was nobody on the other line, a voice would come in, albeit severely broken. "YOU'RE READ. COMMENCE WITH MISSION. COMMUNICATION NOT POSSIBLE AT THIS RANGE. OVER." The amount of noise present made it difficult to actually understand the full message, but it's implications were clear. Those things weren't built for long range, meaning that the receiving end of it was probably located somewhere in the city. The device resumed emitting a low pitched static noise after complete radio silence. You were on your own for now, or so it seemed. "Brave, huh?" Came a sudden voice from behind. Despite the amount of effort put into scanning the surroundings, via air or other means, a strange being was standing directly behind the fennec like Digimon. About 5'7, humanoid in shape, though it was hard to tell as he would be clad in a tattered looking cloak composed of individual shreds of fabric. The fabric its self seemed to behave independently to the wind as any movements would case the strands to shift, concealing any openings. The cloak would end in a fur collar, preventing any opening from forming. His head was concealed by a military style gas mask, two glowing yellow orbs making up for the eyes. A pair of goggles sat on top of the helm and a black hood covered the entire thing. The only other thing that one could make out would be the arms of the creature, both clad in what looked like heavy armour, yet at the same time completely bare. It was hard to differentiate what was armour and what was seemingly organic. The left arm was significantly more ornate and padded, chrome in colour with bright blue lines building along the arm, several ports and strange projections along its length. It would end in a gloved hand with sharp claw like projections at the tip. A golden Alpha printed at the top of the back of the hand. The right arm was clad in black, significantly less covered than the other one, but still armoured. A glowing crimson would break the black segments, ending in a similar gloved hand, though without sharp claw - like projections and a golden Omega on the back of the hand. "That's a bold thing to say." The stranger's voice seemed perfectly calm, unflattering and oddly mechanical to the ear, something about it brought felt uncanny to a certain degree. What was perhaps stranger, was that this being didn't seem to emit any form of Digital signature, almost as if wasn't a Digimon at all. For all scanning purposes, absolutely nothing was there. You wouldn't be able to sense anything from this being. Not its level if it were a Digimon, not its intentions. "It's Monday. 2:10 AM. We're in a field." He'd speak, crossing his arms besides his back, head rising slightly. "You are involved in this operation. I also received the message, however, I can't say I was too excited with recent developments. Still, it would be incredibly rude to not show up." The stranger gave a sigh, his masked eyes closing strangely enough as he'd shake his head. "Tell me, what are you intentions? Why are you working for those people?" The creature seemed to be taken back by his own words, snapping into attention as he'd take a step back rather awkwardly. "Ah, right! You can't tell, but I'm smiling right now. I... I haven't been out in a long time, you see. I like to watch people, but interacting with them, not something I'm good at. You're pretty strong, I'd rather we work together, but I must know if you're one of the good guys, first." He would turn his back at Cion for a moment. The back of the cloak had an alpha interlocking with an omega enclosed within a jagged circle, clearly some kind of emblem. He'd stare into the distance for a few moments before turning around once more. "I'm the guardian of this space... or I used to be, it's been a while. Now, I've already messed up my introduction, but I'm sure you'll do a better job." The chrome, left, arm would extend forward. "Who might you be? Surely a Trailmon lover."
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Post by Cion on Aug 5, 2018 13:56:40 GMT
Cion harrumphed with an expression of genuine bafflement upon hearing the distorted response from the other side of her communication device. For a group that sought to blow up a modern railroad, their access to adequate gadgets was rather limited, was it not? Then again, what else had she expected from an organization that recruited mercenaries for terrorist attacks by paper planes?
Nothing to be honest. The C4 probably did not function properly in the first place, but she would take no risks. The silver fennec sighed and put everything into her backpack. She knew what she had to do and had her partner guiding her steps from within the canopy of the eternal blue. Too bad the attempt of triangulation did not succeed, yet there was always a chance to encounter her clients after the mission was 'accomplished'.
Her large ears peaked as she heard the muffled voice of a stranger behind her. Letting out a hushed gasped, it was with a stance of confidence that she turned around to behold the armored, humanoid figure that was easily thrice her size. Carefully eyeing the entity, one could confuse it for a heavily augmented human, not a digimon. The restrained Arniomon did not know the answer, nor the power this creature possessed. However, despite its clothing, if it was capable of sneaking up to her in spite of her and Vertigo's senses, then he was likely a competent chap or gal. At least he would not get in the way of the quest.
Smiling, the tiny fox did not display the slightest hint of fear or concern. She was perfectly calm, if not serene - and why shouldn't she be? She considered herself a digital apex, a sentiment many of her less advanced friends and acquaintances wholeheartedly agreed with. Besides, there were plenty of options if things went south, like informing the authorities and utilizing PROFIT's assets and capital to hunt the schemers down. Everything was fine and dandy. "I had not sway in deciding the nomenclature." She cheerily joked as a reply to the newcomer's statement.
Such monotonic inflexion and gesture... was this individual in front of her an actual person with a heart or digi-core, or a mere machine. Hmm... time would tell.
Listening to the obvious information a simple phone could have provided her as well, Yet... there was a single word that caught her attention. Assuming the very same, professional posture as the robotic man, she nodded firmly. "Recent developments? Were things compromised?" She asked in a matter-of-factly way, curious to learn more of the current endeavor she found herself in. The likelihood that the thing talking with her revealed relevant details was slim, yet it had already made a slip by mentioning a lead to begin with.
"If you tell me yours I'll let you know mine, sir or ma'am." Cion kindly answered, wishing to gain understanding of the impetus that drove this soul to similar lengths as her. A reward, deception, vendetta? in any case, the ancient sentinel noticed a shift in its attitude, almost as if it was warming up to the ideas of bantering and colleagueship. Not minding the change of paradigms, the vulpine female did so, too.
Still, the words it chose were... fascinating. If it was speaking the truth, then it sounded like it was sort of an aged keeper. It grasped her potential and longed to comprehend her moral alignment. "Thank you for the compliments. You look strong yourself, and your mannerisms are absolutely fine." She displayed her sincere appreciation, even if it was partly to revel in her self-image. "And I am definitely a good digimon. Been doing my best since my first day. Should you not be aware of that as a watcher?" She stated confidently, again being vercarious as to savor her pride.
Wondering about the Greek symbols littering her temporary partner's frame, it were additional statements voiced that truly demanded her curiosity. "Guardian of this space? Sounds intriguing." The fennec declared her inquisitiveness, hoping to learn more of this role. Whatever the result, she gladly accepted the proper introductions; reaching out her paw to shake its big hands. "Indeed I appreciate Trailmons, though I no longer rely on them. I am Cion, please to meet you, Mr. or Mrs ...?"
An actual name or title would make interactions easier.
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Post by Dustin & Theo on Aug 5, 2018 14:48:27 GMT
The stranger brought his hands forward, locking his fingers as he pondered for a moment. "Mmm, not compromised, but we live in troubling times. I'd say if you have any gift cards it's best you spend them while you still can." Though not exactly a secret, the cryptic nature of the answer could refer to a lot of things. Indeed, Terminus had seen better days. With the creeping threat of the D-Reaper and the recent developments it wasn't exactly the time to be having a magical adventure.
"I seek to make a difference in this world. For better or for worse, things must change. The Trailmon fellas, they don't concern me. This mission does however. I'm here to ensure things go smoothly. I assume you are too." The stranger gave a somewhat excited clap to himself as the eyes of the gas mask dimming in the shape of two arrows pointing forward for a few seconds. "Zehahaha, what's with the formalities? We're all just bits of something glued onto pieces of something else, no need for that. Though, I can tell you're uneasy, that's not very brave, o-explorer, but I understand." His overall demeanor seemed to changed instantly as he'd assume a much more relaxed posture, arms stretching to the sides. It seemed that this Digimon had a bit of an ego problem, which the stranger didn't seem to mind at all. He concluded they were similar, yet polar opposites.
"Definitely good, you say? Interesting. I'd say the same about myself, but I don't dare make such a claim. You see..."The stranger would hunch forward, legs spreading to assume a stronger stance, almost as if gearing up for battle, yet he would simply extend an arm forward, staring at it as he'd forma fist. "You are such weird creatures. Viruses are evil? Vaccines are righteous? These terms have always changed throughout the course of history in this world! Kids who have never seen peace and kids who have never seen war have different values! Those who stand at the top determine what's wrong and what's right! This very place is neutral ground! Justice will prevail, you say? But of course it will! Whoever wins becomes justice! So, I'm not one of the good guys, but not one of the bad guys either. Those terms meaning nothing to be. All that matters is an individuals ideals - yet you say you're good, so I believe you." There was a lot to unpack in that passion filled declaration from the stranger, but he seemed to hold his convictions strong. He'd give a shrug, followed by an odd cackle. "I only watch what's interesting to me."
The newcomer pulled out what looked like a worn out Digivice, accessing the storage to materialise an identical pouch to the one the Trailmon Friendship Club provided before stashing it away under his cloak. "I don't travel by train either, Cion. I wish I had a name to give you, but I left those early bindings long ago. You can call me as you like." The stranger would turn to face the city once more. "We should go. The invitation said we had 8 hours. I don't know the significance of that time, but I wouldn't like to reach its end either."
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Post by Cion on Aug 5, 2018 15:45:20 GMT
Oh dear... the stranger's words were rather fatalistic, weren't they? However, they did not cause Cion's confidence to waver. On the contrary - in the face of criminal organization, black corruptions and crimson parasites, she was more fervent than ever before to put a final end to these vile aspects of the digital world. Why did people think she was accumulating an incredible amount of wealth and power by working as an officer of PROFIT and taking on mighty foes? It was not solely to take care of her family, that was for sure. But... those were notions she kept to herself.
"Don't worry. I've witnessed worse." She encouraged the robotic entity to keep a positive outlook, though she honestly did not know if he even cared. It was of no importance to her, but a zing of optimism could not hurt, especially since they were about to embark on a dangerous task. Yet its desire to bring change actually made her warm up to him. She did not like that he appeared to be a moral relativist, but perhaps there was hope to shift that attitude.
"I personally recommend for better - as I aim to, else what's the point?" She figured with an unwound shrug as she cleared her throat. "And of course I want things to go smoothly." She candidly assured it, although their individual interpretation of that was potentially diametrically opposed. Time and information would tell, but ultimately its disposition were of no significance in the grand scheme of things. She was here to assure that a highly potential threat was thwarted, revealed and exterminated. If by all logic and reasonable judgment her conclusion had been wrong then she did not feel bad about her interference either.
"Uneasy? Nah... just business-minded." She calmly downplayed her inquisitiveness and strong suspicions. Something was very worrisome with this armored creature - and she knew exactly what it was. Its behaviour seemed phony; too erratic to be sincere. Either it was simply chaotic or purposefully attempted to adapt to her relaxed demeanor. She made sure to remember that sentiment in case his conduct altered once more later.
Still... she was sad to realize that her temporary partner chose not to tell her its impetus. It did not even attempt to press the matter, which was odd. Would this topic arise in the near future yet again? Possibly...
And then the by far strangest moment in her existence as a female digimon occurred. Raising a non-existent eyebrow, Cion tilted her head to face the entity who hunched over her, listening to its... expansive declarations. For someone who considered itself good, it had a bizarre way of expressing its goodwill. Change indifferent to the results, moral relativism, apathy... indeed a mere watcher. It's easy for any bystander to spout philosophy when they had no experience that branded their body and mind. Nevertheless, the restrained Arniomon did not despite an open argument and thankfully the newcomer's last remark made her chuckle.
"Then I ought to improve my performance. Glad to finally get some feedback after a millennia or two." She stated with a rapt grin, hoping to be worthy of observance of the thing that called digimons 'weird creatures' one day. Intriguing assertions, honest or not. "Besides, who says I agree with the sentiments you claim us weird creatures share? One of my best friends is a benevolent virus, and I used to be that, too. And I'd hardly call vaccines such as those sworn to the idiosyncrasies of the empyrean skies righteous. Zealous seems more appropriate with their xenophobic attitude." She calmly explained parts of her agenda, trusting that she had not shattered her acquaintance's world view too much.
Openly surprised to see a battered digivice in the hulk's hand, Cion nodded and put on her backpack. What... was this thing refusing to give a name? Vertigo was incapable of telling either. "Then i call you... darling." The silver fox declared with a giggle. After all, it was her most favorite nickname. Still, her 'ally' was right, they had a task to 'accomplish'. "Agreed." Was all she had to say to that, taking the list of tasks she had received and going through it to refresh her memory. "Please, after you, darling."
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Post by Dustin & Theo on Aug 6, 2018 9:01:41 GMT
Oh, no. I'm not worried at all. I was saying you probably should be, but you sound like you'll do just fine." The figure nodded, turning his back at the small Digimon before he'd begin a quite relaxed walk toward the city, motioning to be followed. "Ah, yeah. Give me your bag, you're tiny so I'll hold it for ya!" A sudden spike of excitement in the otherwise raspy voice. For a moment there it almost seemed like he winked while saying that despite the mask. For an armour clad fgure, the stranger was quite animated.
What followed was a lot of, rather annoying, humming from the newly found companion as Cion went into a rant about the different types of Digimon she knew. The stranger simply shrugged, not offering any response whatsoever. It was obvious that he was very selective about what he was paying attention to, a certain degree of sheer apathy clinging around his every step at times. "Going an adventure... me and my new rat like friend, tatata." He'd occasionally repeat this improvised tune, between his humming, occasionally throwing in a hand sign or shuffling around. He seemed almost restless, as if he wasn't used to walking places so he didn't know what to do to pass time.
"Darling, huh?" He'd finally reply, looking over his shoulder. "There's a lot to unpack there, but I won't question it." The entrance to the terminal was finally within reach, the plains being replaced with the various vendors and and stands that loitered the entrance to the station. The stranger would pause at most of the stands, leaning over and inspecting the goods before exclaiming "Huh." and walking away, leaving some very confused vendors, He'd do this for about 4 different carriages, not attempting to strike conversation of buy anything. It was only when they were at the gate of the Terminal that he would finally turn to Cion again, taking a knee to be on eye level. "So, stealth isn't my strong suit. I was hoping you had some kind of plan." There wasn't much traffic in the terminal, but there were some Gotsumon stationed to inspect tickets. Even though the inside wasn't very clearly visible, one could make out several figures of Digimon who had been waiting for their train. It was then when a buzzing sound interrupted the stranger, causing him to immediately stand up. "Sorry. Gotta take this." He'd mumble, seemingly very annoyed at receiving a call. He'd take a few steps away from his partner, pulling out a similar, yet much fancier communication device to the one the club provided.
If you choose to edge closer to him you'd hear the following.
"Bonjour" ......... "They entered?" ..... "Dump it." ..... "I said dump it. I'm busy." With that the stranger hang up, and without wasting time made it back toward Cion. "So, any bright ideas, champ?"
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Post by Cion on Aug 6, 2018 20:14:02 GMT
Well... it was probably good to hear that none of them were truly worried about the mission ahead, though to be honest the stranger's apathy and distance towards practically everything was getting dull. Still wondering who in the world it thought it was, she nevertheless appreciated its courtesy to carry her bag with a rapt smile. "Thank you, darling." She spoke sincerely; certain that it did not care for her mannerisms but feeling characterful to adhere to them regardless.
For a moment, as they pursued their path and Cion listened to the entity's humming, she had almost through that proper cohesion had established itself between them. Yet the opinion of her partner being a cosmopolitan quickly diminished. Despite voicing plenty of intriguing topics at once, it was seemingly not interested in her points of view. She'd label its prowess as an observer as deficient, but that would have likely caused a rift. However, that did not mean she had to simply accept any insult by this impertinent churl. "Vulpine friend - please." She requested firmly yet remaining kind as to appear patient.
With the nickname settled, the duo finally arrived at the large Trailmon terminal of Terminus. At this point in time, general business was tranquil. That of course made sense, as digimons and humans alike were already attending their occupation. Besides, traveling form one city to the next was not too popular in this age of pre-enlightenment. Clearing her throat, the silver fennec was actually amused to see the armored loner checking out multiple booths as if it was a child on its first parish fair. A watcher to a fault, eh? No acquaintances, no experiences, just information.
In any case, it was with heightened caution that Cion observed the environment, making notice of the Gotsumon's working as staff. Strange to behold those of a low stage tasked with such a crucial task, but maybe this was a mere facade to surprise troublemakers. "Well my plan was to fly. I am small and fleet-footed. You on the other hand look bulky. Hmm... perhaps I could levitate you around the place." The ancient soul calmly voiced her truthful thoughts. With it by her side, things got more complicated, hence decent idea had to be put forth.
Appreciating the conversation on the same eye level, the Arniomon was not bothered by the big chap having to take a call. Naturally, she eavesdrop on the chat, although its intel was thus far of no use to her. She hypothesized that the potentially dangerous group got compromised, but obvious reasons she kept these notions to herself. Sighing, she met her mate halfway, nodding as to answer his question. "Let's gather as much data as possible. Time schedules, this building's structure and emergency exits... ways to enter you know what."
Evidently Cion assured no listeners were present as they formulated a plan. "What about you? Do you have suggestions? After all, I am not aware of your powers." She inquired ideas in the hope to learn more of the massive fella in front of her.
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Post by Dustin & Theo on Aug 7, 2018 10:04:26 GMT
The stranger narrowed his eyes, the lens of the gas mask mirroring the motion as the light would dim. He'd tap his claws against eachother under the cloak, producing a rhythmic, yet piercing clink. Mmm... you're right. You're better for sneaking into places than I am. So maybe it's better if we meet inside for now." The figure produced a bag from under his cloak, seemingly out of thin air, before letting it drop to the ground with a heavy thud. "You'll need this back. You know, in case a bulky thing like me can't make it inside." A hint of annoyance, though heavily masked with a patronizing tone, was present in his voice which began to lose its monotone. "Vulpine-friend, you truly are the most suited for this mission. I did not think I would get as lucky as I did bumping into you, but I should have known better." The praise felt genuine, but it all depended on what the definition of the mission was for the individual. The duo had never communicated their end goals after all.
"Ah, yes. Following the plan of the note, excellent suggestion. I'll go ahead and back that up." The stranger pulled out his digivice once more, noting the time. It was now apparent that the device had suffered a lot of damage and looked like someone modified parts of it to keep it functional. "It's 2:30 AM. I say we meet inside at 3." The monotonic apathy was back momentarily before a chuckle disrupted it. "You are fishing for answers, I appreciate that. Though, you could always just ask me directly. I always try to tell people what they want to hear, after all."
A metal finger would point to the two Gotsumon standing by the entrance. "Ticket checkers. Given that there's nothing to really check for they're a glorified welcome team. That part you can just cross. The problem is inside. By the entrance to the individual terminals, Guardromon security and BigMamemon bouncers. Loads. Inside, stores. Bestumon, Bacomon, Actiomon. A Babamon selling soup tonight, it's tomato based, but it's not very good so don't be tempted. The issue isn't to find and injure any of these Digimon. Don't draw attention to yourself and you will be fine. The problem is..." The stranger got interrupted by the buzzing of his receiver once more, causing him to groan as he'd reach for the device, only to stop mid way. "Nevermind that. The issue is actually entering the tunnel. Unlike the terminal, there's no reason for you to be there. I know that the tunnel leading to the Eastern Timberlands is a decent entry point because it was just maintained. The other tunnels are crawling with Craftmon, maybe even a Breakdramon down there. Of course, Trailmon are a thing also. These are not a problem either, even if you get caught. The captain of the security is."
The stranger stood up once more, stretching his arms above him as if to warm his body. He seemed to know an awful lot about the station, almost as if he could see the Digimon inside right at that moment. Of course the possibilities that he has already been inside prior to the meeting and that he was completely making things up were equally probable.
"My powers. Ah yeah, very clever way to ask if I'm a Digimon or not. I suppose I am by some standards. As for my powers, I'm afraid there's nothing that I could do that would help you, but if the time calls for it, I can get you out of a tight pinch, sure. The stranger would cross his arms. "Look, I'm sorry. I know that I might have been a jerk to you or maybe I came across as cryptic, but I assure you it's nothing personal. Nor do I want to hurt anyone I don't absolutely have to. If anything I'm annoyed that I have to come all this way to check on what's likely nothing of concern." The creature gave a sigh,shaking his head in a exaggerated manner. "I can read between the lines well you know, even when people think I'm not paying attention. You claim to be this ancient being, clearly you have a great idea about yourself, probably think that you've reached the top. I genuinely don't care, I've seen the zenith before. At the same time, I don't want anyone to get hurt right now. If either one of us messes up, that's a lot of people getting hurt, trust me."
The stranger turned away, reaching for the second pouch as he'd make his way toward one of the nearby stands. Pausing mid way to inspect his surroundings for a few moments before turning to Cion once more.
"Don't mess this up, Cion. Get yourself inside and if you're still alone by the time we reach the tunnels, we can have a proper conversation. Zehehehe! Now go, I absolutely need to get my fill of noodles before I'm ready for any adventures."
Your partner seems very headstrong about your completing this part of the mission alone. He insists he will meet you inside, pointing out the tunnel that leads to the Eastern Timberlands as a meet up point. Getting there won't be easy given the amount of Digimon inside the station. Once attempting to actually climb down the platform and enter the tunnel it would be extremely difficult to justify why you were down there, so care should be taken. The stranger is currently busy roaming around the area and being generally unwilling to help you out. Though failing to specify how, he's adamant that he will meet you at the tunnel in less than half an hour.
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Post by Cion on Aug 7, 2018 16:21:48 GMT
Naturally Cion had meant no offense when claiming that her partner was a rather bulky individual - it was simply the truth. Though briefly miffed, it appeared that reason and its determination enabled it to overcome its minor tribulation. Regaining her backpack from it, she nodded approvingly, believing that the idea of entering the tunnels separately and regrouping there was decent. At least if one of them got caught the other would retain the chance to accomplish their mission. "Uuhm... thank you. But don't be so hard on yourself." She responded with equally as genuine kindness, pleasantly surprised by its sudden amiability.
Somewhat confused by a few statements the entity made, she appreciated their mutual willingness to adhere to the plan regardless. Acknowledging the current time, her black eyes followed the direction of the stranger's metal finger. "Huh... I thought myself a direct person." She admitted unwoundedly, listening to the information she received from him. Of course, as someone who had utilized rail traffic before, she was aware of the Guardromons and BigMamemons securing the terminal and its many shops. Obviously, keeping a low profile was a given for their quest. Everything else were problems they were able to triumph over, except a certain character apparently. "Captain?" She asked, seeking more intel if available.
Clearly, the Arniomon was impressed by her ally's ken. Perhaps in some aspects, he was a prime example of an observer. Credit where it was due! Her ears peaked upon realizing that the synthetic warrior finally considered her assertions and questions. Digimon or not, it seemed its powers were insufficient to contribute to their task, the exception being if things turned out for the worse. That was... disheartening, but to remain positive she internally thanked for its knowledge. Besides... its confession was too intriguing to not claim her attention.
"It's okay, darling. No harm's done." She commented sincerely, hoping to ease the small amount of tension that lingered on. Gently booping its leg while giving it a rapt smile, However, it faded for a mild frown as her gaze shifted to the distant horizon. "And if we succeed, people will get hurt too it seems. ... Confetti showers can hit an eye." She implicitly spoke her mind with a neutral tone to her young voice, not revealing any opinion or ambitions. It was too early for that, her desire to prevent calamity squashing her trust.
As the humanoid figure moved away from her, Cion merely shook her head with an amused sigh. A proper conversation, eh? Now she was excited. "Dig in!" Was all she said. Accepting its absence, she proceeded with attaining desired information. Time schedules, the terminal's structure, emergency exists... ventilation shafts even. Of course she also took a look at the guardians' patrol routes. Some minutes spent this way certainly did not harm the assignment. Ultimately, the reward was insignificant to her.
Besides, she had to enter the tunnels to the Eastern Timberland without being detected.
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Post by Dustin & Theo on Aug 10, 2018 11:14:10 GMT
The stranger didn't seem to give you any reply more than simply raising his arm and throwing a strange gesture as he disappeared into a makeshift ramen shop. With your companion gone, even though arguably he wasn't much help, you are no left alone to face your task. The city barely had any traffic at this hour, with the few groups present thinningout along the sides of the station. As you head closer you'd notice that just a group of of Dokunemon was actually heading inside the station.
Your entry was swift as the two Gotsumon simply gave you a nod to process the worm like Digimon arriving instead. Inside, you were met with the vendors that the stranger mentioned. He didn't miss a single detail, not even the flavour of the soup of the day, or the fact that it was apparently bad as you'd see an Agumon pouring an almost full cup down a drain. The station was eerily quiet, but at the same time filled with various Digimon heading to their terminals. Everyone seemed to keep to themselves, which was good for you. You didn't seem to stick out too much, or perhaps everyone was just tired because it was early morning.
You knew the layout of the station from before, so finding the emergency exits wasn't a challenge. Neither was the time table as a convenient board outlined it in real time, with more static reminders in just about every turn of the terminal. That was the case for the layout as well. The issue was observing the security, which didn't seem to be making around at all and instead was station around entry points and in booths where one could seek help from.
So far so easy. The main issue was of course entering the tunnel itself. The security there was bound to be higher and it would be extremely suspicious of you to simply enter. A quick glance at the clock of terminal let you know that it was 2:53 now, giving you 7 minutes to reach the Eastern Timberlands platform you were supposed to and rendezvous with your partner. You'd noticed a BigMamemon staring at you, a dumb look on its face. In the end he would simply turn away. Even though snooping around was a bit suspicious, it was hard to accuse you of anything other than being a lost traveler.
How do you enter the tunnel?
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Post by Cion on Aug 12, 2018 10:39:12 GMT
Well... so much for having an 'ally' by her side. However, that was hardly a problem to Cion since she had not even assumed someone else would join this mission. To achieve success according to her plans, going solo was likely the best approach anyway. She still had not a good idea of the metallic stranger's impetus and moral alignment, so having him involved and potentially turn hostile was probably a boon. Besides, he was a bulky lad in comparison to her diminutive, slender frame that was suitable for stealth.
Clearing her throat, she calmly entered the terminal that had been aptly described by her 'partner', making his title as a watcher honor. Thankfully, people were too busy, hasty and tired to truly make notice of her, not that there was a lot worth paying attention to. If anything, with that tattered backpack on her shoulders, she appeared to be a poor, weak commoner. A perfect disguise that had the potential to simply several attempts to infiltrate the tunnels.
As she was slowly walking in the direction of the emergency exits, taking a few looks to assure nobody was in visual nor audible range, she whispered as quietly as possible. "Your scanners should be able to detect the composition of my fireworks, right? Send to my muted phone a detailed blueprint if possible... and instructions to permanently disarm them; safely of course." She instructed her airborne companion, not knowing if the signal strength underground sufficed to remain in contact. 3 meters Vertigo managed without noticeable efforts, but deeper location could become a hassle. Considering her previous rides... no risks.
A minute of reduced walking speed and some 'interested', distant gazes at the local vendors and restaurants ought to give the flying supercomputer with a link to the Internet sufficient time to comply with the given task. A single look at her smartphone and putting it back into her Infini-Store knotted into her green scarf and the deed was done - successfully or not. In any case, as time was of the essence, there was no more left to be wasted.
Unfortunately, as much information was at her fingertips, the stationed guards were obviously not fans of physical exercise during their Job. An added challenge, but so be it. Giving the unknown BigMamemon a brief expression of confusion, she just shrugged and continued on her way to reach the platform of the Eastern Timberlands as to rendezvous on schedule. Naturally, wherever she was, her black eyes scanned her surroundings, looking for any opportunities to enter the tunnels safely. A lonely emergency exit, air duct, water drain... whatever else there was.
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Post by Dustin & Theo on Aug 12, 2018 23:34:14 GMT
Despite the few meters of reinforced rock and several meters of air, you could reach your partner just fine. Your request, something assumed to be simple, didn't seem to stall either. In a few second you'd receive the composition of the 'fireworks' you were carrying, though to your surprise, you'd find that you were carrying no explosive whatsoever. Your partner's analysis would indicate that what you were carrying appeared to be some kind of hyper compressed data. That or some device to alien it was hard to analysis. Whatever it was, it definitely wasn't conventional explosives.
As you'd reach the platform without any trouble, you'd notice that not a single soul was present as you'd decent further down. Besides the couple of cameras stationed at the stairs and the platform itself, there was no one to sneak past. A quick glance at the terminal screen would give an insight to the reason. No train was running for at least another hour. The clock read 2:58, leaving you with just two minutes to reach inside the tunnel. Taking the leap from the platform and venturing inside seem relatively easy with no one around. Of course two issues remained; the cameras and the complete absence of your partner. It was during the pondering of that thought that you would notice several air vents running along the terminal, some extending into the tunnel. It was hard to tell, but there was probably a way to access the tunnels through the sides in case of emergency. The layout of the station lacked these ducts, but it would make sense for an access network to be in place. The terminal was eerily quiet, perhaps the combination of the odd hour and the fact that there was no reason to be there played a factor to this, but from what you had seen during your earlier recon the station still had plenty of Digimon inside it.
Around the same time, or more specifically 15 minutes into the past. An Alraumon running the local's favourite "Kojo Ramen" turned her attention to the door, neglecting the bowl she was preparing for a waiting Agumon for a few moments. "Welco- .... huh?" The plant like Digimon raised a vine to the back of her head. She could have sworn she heard the door open. A few moments of awkward confusion were enough for her to chuck it to the wind or perhaps just a long night. However, her night was about to get longer as the moment she tried to resume her task she'd find the bowl she was preparing had vanished.
"Eh, I don't understand soup without meat." Barked the stranger as he'd lay a mostly empty bowl to the floor right behind the restaurant. He didn't seem too bothered by the lukewarm, half finished bowl as much as he was about the buzzing of his transmitter. The device, identical to the one you had received earlier wouldn't stop buzzing, prompting him to finally reach for it with a disgruntled grunt. Click.
"This is Papa to trailmon friendship club or whatever. You just sit tight, I'll deal with you in just a bit." Without any chance to receive an answer, the stranger would clench his fist, crushing the device with relative ease. He'd look at the remains in his palm before his gaze raised to meet the sky. "Forgot to say over. I should probably do something about that."
Around that time, your AceJetmon would be cruising at his normal altitude at top speed. There was nothing out of the ordinary and definitely no reason for concern. Being in sky had its perks after all. From there the AceJetmon had a clear view of the frozen wasteland below. It wouldn't take more than a split second for anyone to realise that something was off here. First of all, his connection to Cion was totally severed. Furthermore it suddenly got a lot colder. It was relatively easy for a supercomputer to figure out that that was no longer Terminus below him. Instead, he seemed to have reached the Frozen Toundra. Being fast was an excellent way to not only avoid detection, but also unwanted hits. It came with just one downside, though. There was little room to evade anything that directly appeared in front of you, much less notice it. Such was the case with the portal that seemingly sprang open a few inches from the AceJetmon.
"Strelka." Came the voice of the stranger, disrupting the stillness of the city as he'd turn toward the station. "Sorry, friend. You were a nuisance, but I'm sure you'll be fine."
It was finally 3 AM. There was no clock nor any way to tell this without external means once inside the tunnel. The oppressive darkness of the network stretching ahead. There were only some very dim lights at the very top of the underpass and the increasingly weaker light from the terminal behind. Eventually, if Cion choose to walk forward she'd bump into a pair of yellow eyes and not much more.
"Hey, friend! Whachu got so far?"
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Post by Cion on Aug 13, 2018 20:53:15 GMT
Vertigo, as he suddenly found himself in a location last seen when encountering a dark spire and several dozen degrees colder than Terminus, was clearly dumbfounded. Even his precise sensors had hardly been capable of detecting the wormhole to this tundra until it was too late for him to evade it. And though he was an easygoing, British fella, every red alert inside his synthetic frame activated immediately as a response.
The likelihood that this was not a mere warp of reality was close to zero, hence the chance that this was a deliberate attempt to undermine his partner's attempts to thwart a potential terrorist group's crime was quite high. Unfortunately, although his connection to the Internet remained strong, the poor fox had already gone underground, making communication impossible. If nothing else, had to return in time to evacuate her in case things got out of her firm control.
Hypersonic Flight - enabling traversal of Earth's circumference in 4 hours - hopefully he'd arrive before his speed and presence were of no more importance. "Oh... if only I could've warned ma'am."
While heading to the metro platform of the track to the Eastern Timberlands, Cion carefully contemplated the intel she had received from her trusted, airborne companion. Devices of extremely compressed data - akin to a nuclear bomb of the humans? She was not well versed in the arts of mankind's warfare, but this rudimentary knowledge made her hypothesize an equivalence. Perhaps these items were not explosives after all, but neither were they snack dispensers. Would she actually be able to permanently disarm them? She did not know, but rejecting this venture was obviously no acceptable option
Eventually reaching the platform with a serious expression, the restrained Arniomon quickly noticed that no soul was present, which was an expected boon. A few cameras littered the place, but maybe there were dead corners or other methods to nullify their impact on her mission. Air vents were there as well that likely led to her destination, and means to exit swiftly were probably spread throughout the tunnel - excellent.
Still, Cion had to rapidly formulate a good plan to overcome the surveillance system without being detected by it. Stationary or not, it was unlikely they perpetually covered all angles. Thankfully, she had a single ability at her disposal that was bound to help her tremendously. Realizing that no visible camera was observing the edges of the tunnel, she approached that general area and dashed upwards, hovering mere inches beneath the barely exposed roof. Gosh... she loved her faint aura.
Allowing her body to do a 1-80, she quietly scurried along the upside down arch and into the penumbra of the underground railway. Despite everything standing on its head from her perspective, she made sure that no prying eyes gawked at her regardless, avoiding interfering with light sources. As much as time was of the essence, so was skill, adaptability and caution. At least these notions prevailed until the yellow pupils of the stranger came to her view. Her nearly invisible eyes widened in bafflement.
Deciding to be personal, the Arniomon slowly descended, remaining on the height of her 'ally's'... non-existent shoulders?. "How... in the... did you...?" She whispered in disbelieve, questioning what this fella was actually capable of. Shaking her head, she simply accepted that most likely no meaningful answer would be given, thus her turn came to present information. "Never mind, friend. The answer is nothing, except arriving here. You?"
Regardless of his response, she raised a paw and calculated things with her fingers and talons. She had thus far collected the kit, infiltrated the station without causing a ruckus, remembered aspects such as the security patrols, cameras and the structure of this place and identified obvious 'weaknesses' in the tunnel network. Not perfect, but a good chunk of the primary tasks. The apparently most important duty left was to plant these bizarre 'gadgets'.
Why... why had she been chosen for this dangerous undertaking - an outsider? What was she missing?
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Post by Dustin & Theo on Aug 14, 2018 18:34:10 GMT
BONUS: +5 posts for creative entry and avoiding a hidden motion sensor on the rails
The stranger narrowed he's eyes. It was hard to tell, but something told you he was being very patronizing right at that moment. "Mmm? How else would I meet you if I wasn't here?" He asked, followed by a cackle as he'd cross his arms behinds his back. "So, you got nothing done, yet I see you counting off what I assume was the checklist from the invite on your hand." At this point there was indeed just one task for Cion to complete, not that the stranger knew about it, nor did he care. In fact, for someone who took this mission, he had done little to contribute toward it. Still, he would turn his back and becon to be followed deeper into the darkness. The tunnels were in stillness, just the eerie sounds wind through the vents and the occasional drip from the ceiling. The fennec's obvious ever increasing frustration probably didn't appreciate the silence being constantly interrupted by her partner's humming. It would be a few minutes of him humming the same short tune in a loop before you'd finally reach an area so deep that you could barely see the exit, much less anything else. That's when he'd stop walking and turn around once more, still humming. "It's time to talk."The now barely visible figure said. When visible, the glowing of his arms pierced through the darkness in an almost oppressive manner, as did the glow of the helmet. "I did say I'd stop messing with you if you reached here."The stranger held out both of his arms on either side, illuminating a large area around him as the pattern seemed to intensify, yet nothing under his cloak would be visible still. "I'd ask if you're an ally of justice, but we'd both give the wrong answer to that." The stranger held up his left hand, the glimmering A shining despite no external light. "The power restore and connect." The golden Ω would soon join A. "The power to destroy and compress. Equals yet complete opposites." The figure paused, adjusting his posture once more as he would cross his arms behind back on more, the glow remaining. "I can connect things that are far apart. That's how I got here. Now that you've gotten an answer from me, let me get one from you - what do you intend to do with what's in your pouch? Why did you accept this call. Answer, and I'll accept one question from you in return. Then, we can complete our paths however we desire."
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