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MPC 40 (59X): Crimestoppers
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Post by Leith, Veemon, and Shoutmon on Feb 14, 2019 17:12:49 GMT
Reward: Bits
So close, yet so far. As the construction of Quantum was beginning to come to a close, Leith personally was surprised by just how much of its property was sold already and how many digimon - even a couple humans - wanted to move in already. Was it just that kind of prime real estate? Was the group's ideal really gathering a following? Were desperate refugees willing to take any sort of home? Were shrewd business people looking to capitalize on an entirely new market?
That last possibility didn't exactly impress this metalhead, but he supposed anyone a movement had to be financed. Those muskets patriots used in the American revolution weren't charitable donations, he reasoned.
That was becoming abundantly clear as the project neared completion. Even at that point builders needed to eat, architects needed to be compensated, and that wasn't to mention the young man himself surely wouldn't be able to keep enjoying his luxurious new accommodations if he didn't earn his own keep. So, he did something that shocked everyone who knew him, even himself: he went actively looking for work. It was through that process of asking and listening that he learned of a rather impressive bounty on one Aster Quickdraw the Beelzemon. The number of digits made sense to Leith when he understood the target was a mega level digimon, not an easy target... for most people. Crimes alleged by the Terminus authorities included extortion, kidnapping, various conspiracies, racketeering - not murder, oddly enough.
But the metalhead was no fool. Even his relative numbers advantage was no guarantee of walking both in and out of Old Terminus alive, let alone in and out of some crime boss' abandoned apartment complex turned hideout. Even though he hated that he still had to rely on others, he knew he needed help. As much as it pained him to look weak in front of his boss, he hoped that framing the issue as making more sure they'd get a payday would convince Cion to come along on this job. Apparently, it did.
So that led the group to the front entrance of the 10-story complex whose front door was guarded by a pair of Cyberdramon, which they surveyed from around a street corner, momentarily out of sight. "Alright, boss lady. What do you think?" the young man asked the cat-fox-thing, "Can we talk our way in, or are skipping to doing this the hard way?" He gestured to just across the street, where both Flamedramon and Salamandermon were concealing themselves but in position for an ambush.
Word count: 424
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Post by Cion on Feb 14, 2019 17:58:23 GMT
A mission that involved both stopping a miscreant and earning plenty of funds for the ASCENSION project? Whatever worries Leith initially had, especially those concerning his apparently fragile self-image, had obviously been tossed aside by Cion in a heartbeat. Not only was it fun to occasionally leave the construction site of Quantum to get her hands dirty, but it also furthered commonweal and with that their organization's reputation, which in turn fueled the machinery of their ambitions. The proposed quest was a win-win situation in every regard, mainly because it seemed so trivial. What was a mere, single Mega to them?
However, her initial glee faded upon entering the dark, damp carcass of a past that was Old Terminus. Unfortunately, to some this hive of dubious undertakings and schemes truly was their home - a great shame. Hopefully, the promises and actualities of the city and eventual nation they created swayed those living in this titanic cave to aspire to a more pleasant life. Today that was of no concern though. She, the rascal and his cherished, equally as arch companions were here to fulfill a task and earn money. A stealthy approach was a wise choice.
Surprised by the relatively large, pristine building yet unimpressed by the duo of Cyberdramon's, the restrained Arniomon's aureate eyes shifted to the young man by her side. "Don't your unnamed partners have higher stages of digivolution if you have a direct assault in mind?" She impugned him calmly, able to feel the surge of bound power within the two reptiles. Or did they still require a trigger to unleash the full extend of their current potential? No matter the truth, the greater the force at their disposal the easier it was for all of them.
"I would not be against an oratory method. It could prevent our target from making an escape. Regrettably, I am not versed in the arts of speaking the foul, criminal tongue, nor can I remember its likely shallow substance. I'm probably too fairspoken for them to begin with. Perhaps... you...?" She asked, confident that a likable, debonair scalawag such as Leith had a decent chance to succeed... at least if the bipedal dragons were not xenophobes.
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Post by Leith, Veemon, and Shoutmon on Feb 23, 2019 2:20:51 GMT
"OK, first off-" Cion could probably relate to the insult of not properly using a person's name because, well, that was how these two met. Now, Leith could relate to it, too, even if he specifically wasn't the victim this time. Still, he wasn't quite able to let that sting, even if accidental, slide despite the urgency of the situation at hand. "-They have names. One's Flamedramon, and the other's Salamandermon - at least for the moment. They can go one level up, but no further and not for long." It seemed even a life-threatening mission still wasn't enough to make him leave his pride at the door. "On the sentries: I know I'm sure as hell not doing the talking. Silly me, I get a little flustered when I have to improvise at clawpoint."
"I got this," Salamandermon tried to volunteer, which Cion could no doubt hear over the digivice comm.
"I'm not sure you're the most-"
"Whoops, too late. Hey, fellas!" From their position, Leith and Cion were probably able to watch Salamandermon stepping right up to the pair, trying his best to look like he belonged there.
"We're fucked. Alright, if this all goes to hell just remember we don't get a dime if we don't bring the big man alive. The rest... I guess we'll do what we gotta do." Killing was new to Leith, but it wasn't completely new. His mind viewed the digimon version of death as no better than the one he grew up with, for what was a person but the sum of their memories? What was the difference between that which happened to said memories in humans or digimon? But he also knew by now he liked his own life more than he liked anyone else's. Granted that wasn't new knowledge, but it was a newly intrusive thought.
"Does Cion even have an ability that'll let her do that?" Flamedramon curiously inquired.
"I wasn't talking to her," Leith groaned back. "Alright, we better get over there." Leith took off his glasses before he began to join his partners, slipping them in a back pocket. As detrimental as this was for his vision, he thought it made him look a bit less like a punching bag.
As he and Flamedramon joined the hot head's side, the group was greeted with an arrogant, "You look lost," from one of the Cyberdramon. "This isn't any place for you pet-type digimon." Was that a common slur for digimon with humans? Maybe or maybe not, but that was clearly its intention. Maybe the criminal underworld wasn't best-known for progressive attitudes toward mostly young and vulnerable Tamers. Leith pursed his lips.
"I hate wasting time. Here's the business: we got somethin' Quickdraw wants: his missing 'package.'"
Is he bluff- that moron's gonna kill us!
"What 'package?'" The Cyberdramon demanded.
Salamandermon exuded false confidence. "Oh, I think you know the one. You want it back? We'll have to negotiate a 'finder's fee.'"
This is the day I die.
"And only with Quickdraw. Like I said, I hate wasting time. We got places to be." Leith had to admit the recklessness was backed by a convincing performance, but what did that matter if it was an easily verifiable lie?
Turns out, they bought it. Reluctantly, yes, but maybe they didn't want to risk a good flaying if Quickdraw found out they were the real deal. Maybe they were just grunts not well-informed. In any case, Leith, Flamedramon, Salamandermon, and presumably Cion were escorted by the pair into an uncharacteristically luxurious penthouse compared to the rest of the slum. There, across a very large living room, a Beelzemon spun around in a leather chair and scowled at the group. "...What is this supposed to be?"
Word count: 624
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Post by Cion on Feb 24, 2019 8:53:58 GMT
"The title of a species is hardly a name, dear. As an analogy, it would be the same as calling you 'young adult homo sapiens'. Not inaccurate but dehumanizing, don't you think? Yet... naturally, you are right - it is their choice. Apologies for my faux pas." Cion calmly explained herself, keeping her usual composure and grace with slightly narrowed eyes. It was her sincere opinion that denominations like these were an unprogressive, collectivist stain of the past. However, she had no intention of antagonizing her cherished partners due to a fatuous argument of hers. If both dragons were content then who was she to denounce their decision?
Fortunately, all of them had bigger fishes to fry than a simple dispute over labelings. There was still a vile Beelzemon for them to corner and subdue, which currently took prominence. That was likely something the whole team could easily agree on. Realizing that nobody else but Salamandermon was willing to volunteer to banter with the pistoleer's amusingly xenophobic, puny minions, she was just about to intervene when it was already far too late. At first agreeing with Leith's initial sentiments, she was eventually impressed by the ablaze amphibian to bluff convincingly.
Self-evidently, the restrained Arniomon's mien did not shift the slightest considering her inherent and trained charisma, but deep inside she was delightfully surprised and proud in her selection of adherents to the cause she had set into motion. She'd let them know her appreciation once the important task ahead was done. Without having to kill anyone, certainly to the human's cheer for he was not unheeding about the defragmentation of villains unlike the ancient, silver fennec, they stepped into the strangely large and extravagant, underground building. Gladly, she gave the fiery an approving, firm nod as a sign of esteem for his excellent work.
As for the means of vanquishing a foe properly, the small fox grinned impishly and raised a single talon of hers before having approached the guards. That was a gesture of absolute, nearly insolent yet playful chutzpa. With the rascalian trio by her side, what else did she require but one finger? Of course, to be fair, they had never seen them fight outside of her Rookie form. Were they aware of her level to begin with? Probably not, for no-one had asked her to date, including Sir Royland and Kazuya. Though this was of no concern to her. Pleasant surprises were usually appreciated, right?
Back to the present, they, together with the escort, arrived at the aptly if oafishly named Quickdraw. As for the answer to the big chap's question. "Business of course." She stated relaxedly, visibly motioning her comrades to proceed with the talking... or preferably kicking of oh so kickable tushies.
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Post by Leith, Veemon, and Shoutmon on Feb 26, 2019 3:10:28 GMT
There was a problem: the guards weren't leaving. They weren't returning to their posts. Maybe ASCENSION had the numbers and the firepower to deal with them nonetheless, but there was a problem: Leith was human. If he were taken hostage - or worse - there was nothing anyone could do. They needed to be gone. Luckily, they soon were. It wasn't a very sporting tactic, of course: with a quick hand signal, both Flamedramon and Salamandermon grabbed one of the Cybderdramons, took them by surprise, dragged them to the nearest window, and threw the struggling digimon out of them. Maybe they had wings and could fly, but by the time they could actually manage to get back inside hopefully their boss would be ASCENSION's hostage and not the other way around.
Quickdraw didn't take that invasion lying down, though. True to his name, he stood up and managed to draw one of his sawed-offs and point it at the human apparently in command from what he could tell. Would someone be able to disarm him in time? Not Flamedramon and Salamandermon, that was for sure; they were too busy trying to fend off the dragon guards.
Word Count: 194
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Post by Cion on Feb 26, 2019 17:03:02 GMT
"Exquisite..." Cion sincerely spoke under her breath, openly delighted by her digital companions ability to cooperate in perfect synchronicity. It was with great efficiency and swiftness that the red and blue warriors took care of the two guards, at least temporarily, leaving her and Leith to deal with the rough and ready Beelzemon. Well... mostly her of course, for a human was merely capable of challenging a Rookie in might, not a Mega. Thankfully, even a digimon of his extremely high level had not realized how to attain its seldom seen apex... naturally unlike her.
At first willing to humor the rascalian devil, the act of him trying to aim straight at the young male immediately effaced any sense of mercy and demureness that lingered within the otherwise beaming heart of the fair, empathetic lady. Bearing her teeth and harrumphing, she intervened by unleashing parts of her power. "Relinquish..." The restrained Arniomon commanded firmly, disappearing in a silver flash before almost instantaneously reappearing in front of the big nightmare soldier. To be precise, she remained stock-still, floating in midair with her chest pushed against the small shotgun's barrel.
One of her short arms was zeroing in on the supposed duelist of finality, violent, prismatic bolts of primordial elements rapidly dancing and entwining around it. Although quite diminutive, the unyielding bravery and fervency was evident in her actions, but that did not compare in the slightest to the expression of utmost contempt on her muzzle. Most noticeable was her grave gaze, her eyes inside which elysian, golden blazes flared up, that were locked onto Quickdraw's.
It was obvious... with his attempt to leave someone she cherished and considered good bereft of his life, all restraints had been tossed aside by Cion. The worst thing about this situation, perhaps something the demon lord comprehended, was her thus far refusing to show her true cards. The tip of the iceberg sufficed. "Pull the trigger... see what happens..." She dared the virus to display sufficient bravado and hubris to forfeit his right and gift to exist. Nothing would delight the leader of ASCENSION more than this outcome, and she did not shy away from conveying that with her poise and voice.
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Post by Leith, Veemon, and Shoutmon on Feb 27, 2019 22:19:27 GMT
"Ci-Cion!" Leith cried out at his boss. On one hand she had just saved him from not only certain death but near-certain bodily unidentifiability. On the other hand, "The city won't pay us if we don't take him alive!" Of course, the young man knew better than to get between one very scary digimon with a penchant for remorseless violence who could wipe him off the face of the planet... and Quickdraw. Whatever it is Cion was gonna do, Leith couldn't stop her.
Besides, there was still a pair of Cyberdramon trying to squeeze back through the windows and protect their boss. That wouldn't do, would it? "Blazing Barrage!" A swift combination of hand-to-hand strikes was not itself disabling on a digimon of slightly higher level than himself, but that penthouse sure was high up. When Flamedramon's opponent took that fall he didn't disappear as data, but he didn't get back up either.
"Heat Wave!" Salamandermon's enemy only met the same fate.
That left the Beelzemon himself. What would he do? Well, he was obviously outnumbered and even more obviously outmatched. It seemed he valued his life more than his pride, for his answer to the taunt was a defeated sigh followed by tossing away the weapon and raising both hands.
Word Count: 211
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Spire
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An In-Spire-ation to Us All
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OOC Name: Spiraga™
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Post by Spire on Mar 4, 2019 0:38:20 GMT
Just dropping by to give rewards for reaching the min. word count.
Leith gets 5,000 bits. Cion gets 5,000 bits.
Feel free to continue to a conclusion if you like.
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