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Post by Tadayoshi Teppei and Silence on Oct 19, 2019 3:37:30 GMT
"What? Hey!" Tadayoshi didn't buy it, though of course Bero wasn't trying to sell it that hard. He knew that Bero was wounded, but what he didn't have the time or patience to explain was that his recovery would've been faster outside the shelter than in. "Forget it. Lieutenant-"
"Already on it." The jet looped again to zoom past the injured tyranosaur, the Deckerdramon helping care for him, and Ophelia, who was also along her intended path in the same direction that Salamandermon had fled. How could she know? "Pursuing final target." She was too high up for anyone to see that her hold was open and just closing as she zoomed off, but those three targets would no doubt notice big boxes gently floating to the ground supported by parachutes; some of the medical supplies in them were quite delicate, after all, and a thousand-foot drop would have otherwise compromised them.
"Do not engage, Lieutenant! You'll be all alone out there!"
"Pursuit and tracking only, sir," WarPteramon continued to insist over comms, as she was nearly out of view by then, "Hotel-Victor-Tango has intel about this attack. Mission-imperative."
"Fine. Observation only."
"Confirm, observation only." WarPteramon would go on to track Salamandermon as long and as far as she could and watch him for as long as it was interesting once he got wherever he was going. Burrowed or not, heat-synched or not, as long as he was still a digimon, WarPteramon could see him... as long as he didn't dig too deep.
"...Well what do I do with this thingy?" The Divermon moaned, holding up a very oddly-shaped tool with a very specialized function for field surgery. Sure, they had some medical supplies, but the naive young digimon didn't have any idea how to use any of them!"You put it down and clear out," was the stern reply of the army's number two, Renamon and Kamushi in tow, just arriving on the scene. "What's his condition?" Renamon and Commandramon both slid into the depression without hesitation to reach Tyrannomon. "Stable."
"I think the spores are all gone!"
"Divermon, go with Deckerdramon. Apply burn gel wherever he tells you to."
"Roger-Roger!"
As Commandramon kicked off the lid of Tyranomon's crate of supplies, Renamon loomed over the fallen dino and started coolly listing symptoms. "Extremely malnourished, likely dehydrated. Multiple gashes and puncture wounds. Likely internal damage from the fall." There was no care in her voice, of course; she was just stating facts. "Someone this drained can't lose much more data."
"Fluids, sutures- here!" Commandramon need Renamon's help to assemble an IV-drip sufficient for a creature this size. Good thing these supplies were meant for an Ultimate digimon. At that point, the two would simply try to stitch him up best they could. "Hey! Be nice! It wasn't his fault he attacked us!" protested Divermon.
Commandramon paused, then ordered, "Renamon, the green needle."
"This lug tried to roast our hides, and you're worried about giving him a painkiller?"
"Just do it."
Would their efforts save Tyranomon? Hopefully. Scorpmon defused.WarPteramon dropped three medical crates using Parcel Drop. -Parcel Drop: This digimon drops up to three crates full of medical (or repair, in the case of machines) supplies from the hold in her body near allies to be picked up and used to restore about 25% of the average ultimate's maximum health each. These can be used immediately or saved for later. A digimon can only use one crate per time this ability is used. Cooldown: 4 posts
-Deckerdramon received and used a package. -Ophelia received a package. -Tyranomon received a package.
WarPteramon is trying to follow Salamandermon with the help of Recon Sight. -[NON-COMBAT] Recon Sight: While out of combat, this digimon can access a vision mode that gives her both telescopic vision and the ability to see others' digital signatures, much like the sixth sense for other digimon's presence but with the range of her sight. This lets her zoom in and out with vision at high resolution as well as see digimon signatures even if they're hiding in thick foliage, tall structures, fairly deep underground, or other similar obstructions. The concentration this requires makes it too difficult to use in combat.
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Ophelia
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OOC Name: Tsukistar
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Post by Ophelia on Oct 21, 2019 22:57:57 GMT
Ophelia, initially, was sure that they had the Salamandamon. She didn't know whether the Petit Arena would really do much against a fire digimon per se, but she figured that even if the Salamandamon tried to escape, that she'd be right in its path - allowing her to get the jump on it before it could get away! Hell, maybe if things were optimal, the Salamandamon wouldn't even be able to see her coming through the flames!
... Except, then the fire of the arena began to disappear, revealing that the Salamandamon had disappeared completely..!
Ophelia, at first, was completely puzzled. "What the fuck?" She'd mutter to herself - glancing around wildly, wondering where in the world the digimon had went. It didn't run off in a different direction, as far as she knew; she'd have been able to see it if it did, right? Unless it has some form of camouflage - though she couldn't sniff out any trails either, beyond what scents lingered past the smell of charred earth... But, that was when she'd notice the hole. Of course - that bastard burrowed his way out of here!
Ophelia would take the briefest moment to peek down into the tunnel - though it was clear that the Salamandamon had already booked it quite a bit, and her keen eyes could only help so much in peering down the dark tunnel. How in the hell could an injured digimon dig so fast...??
Sword readied, Ophelia was keen on pursuing the Salamandamon despite her injuries, even as Bero seemed to give up the chase; though chatter between WarPteramon and Tadayoshi would draw her attention first, as well as the sound of the WarPteramon's engines. Glancing upwards to peer towards the WarPteramon as she passed overhead, she would take notice of something coming down towards her, on a parachute. A crate of some sort, Ophelia would extend her arms to catch it - though the crate was large and hefty, leading her to stumble a bit as she hefted it up in her embrace!
Once her footing was stable once more - her tail twisting this way and that to maintain balance - and she had a proper grip on it, Ophelia would glance to the crate and sniff it. What all was in this thing? It smelled mostly of chemicals - but was otherwise quite sterile - making her wrinkle her nose briefly; though when she took the time to lift the lid, she'd notice the different supplies within. Various medical supplies; Ophelia wasn't sure what 75% of all this was, but she could at least recognize things like bandages and gauze, and she could read the labels on some of the containers for anesthesia, painkillers, and the whatnot.
Ophelia, momentarily, debated patching herself up and joining in the pursuit... Though, she also couldn't help but think of the injured Tyrannomon, over towards the opposite side of the battlefield. Thinking for a second longer, Ophelia would glance over the crate's supplies, before moving in the direction of Tyrannomon and the others; using the supplies in the crate to help patch Tyrannomon up, and using the salve to treat her own wounds - which were entirely burns, from the Diatrymon.
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Post by tetsushi on Nov 6, 2019 8:19:01 GMT
Bero
Bero's scanning of damage shows that even though there are bombing, there seems to be not that much damage happened. Some of the window of the glass house need a replacing, but it's a small panel, and it was only cracked. Most likely it's an easy fix. Meanwhile the shelter itself is unaffected... --wait no? There are apparently some smoke rising from underneath the air purifying unit... which probably could lead to some carbon monoxide poisoning if they're not careful... just how far did this underground tunnel goes for, and what's the use of these tunnels specifically?
Target is heading toward the shelter... but they might have stopped on the way. In fact, it's almost like they're trying to head for the volcano, where the Lavatanga was found. There might be an underground path heading there, albeit from the speed it almost looked like it's trying to reach there by digging manually... Thing is, the speed is too slow as if he's digging few inches per minutes. What could this means?
Giving painkillers or not, the Tyranomon doesn't looks like he's conscious for that matter, so regardless they're doing just fine with their little effort in trying to fix him up. The data spreading has been stopped, which means it's slowly doing better, but... Thing is, the painkiller perhaps will knock him out for a long time. All thing considered, he's not going to wake up until the morning. The good news is they have basically neutralized their target. Bad news is that they'll not be getting any information out of them for a while.
...that is, assuming that it could talk.
But either way, the combat is almost over. While Salamandamon is still digging, he's doing it slowly... but it's seem that he's almost done, considering his frantic action has slowly become faster and faster, like he's almost getting what he want.
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Ophelia
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Post by Ophelia on Nov 11, 2019 23:21:53 GMT
Though Ophelia was not quite as in-the-know with things such as IVs and stitching, in first aid... She seemed to have the basics down first-pat; carefully making sure that any open wounds were staunched and, if they didn't need any stitching, quickly wrapped up. She'd, briefly, even listen to the Tyrannomon's breathing and corebeat with her keen hearing; seeming to be making sure that everything was in order, as she helped the other members of the Silence army tend to the injured beast.
Once she had done all that she could do, though... that left the question of the Salamandamon. Glancing upwards, she could see WarPteramon off in the distance, past the trees; and judging by both that and prior chatter, Salamandamon was still within reach, and digging off to somewhere...
... but where?
Briefly pulling out her salve, to slather it onto her burns, Ophelia would call to the others tending to Tyrannomon "Chasing after that flaming asshole in the tunnel!" as she ran for the hole that Salamandamon had dug, and diving in after the digimon. Perhaps the dark environment and the different twisting tunnels would make it difficult, but... For a digimon like her? Her eyes were made for navigating in low light, and she had both her senses of hearing and smell to track down and gauge Salamandamon.
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Post by Tadayoshi Teppei and Silence on Nov 14, 2019 1:08:35 GMT
"How are you guys doing?" Tadayoshi radio'd in after some time. "Stabilized. Still out. Recommend moving him inside." "Sounds good. Can Deckerdramon carry him on his back?" Deckerdramon didn't answer with words, but he did huff and get straight to work. After Divermon had successfully treated all his wounds, he was certainly able to slip his snout beneath the dinosaur and lift him straight off the ground. It wasn't too easy, but a few smaller digimon to keep him balanced Deckerdramon settled Tyranomon onto his back and began to shuffle away. Divermon also overheard Ophelia announce her intentions. Torn between Deckerdramon and her, he hesitated a moment too long. By the time he called, "Wait!" Ophelia had gone and jumped down the hole. Divermon bit his lip, unsure of what to do. But if Ophelia didn't digivolve against that guy, was she guaranteed to come back out of there? "Wait up, Pheli!" he whined just before abandoning his post to chase the lion. However, the man in charge didn't object. "Get her back here!"
"Negative, negative. Target still in their range and moving slow."
"He's still close?"
"Close enough to be worth chasing, sir."
"Then keep each other safe down there. It's close quarters on his battlefield."
Divermon assured, "Roger-roger!" Just before he leapt down the hole. WarPteramon is trying to follow Salamandermon with the help of Recon Sight. -[NON-COMBAT] Recon Sight: While out of combat, this digimon can access a vision mode that gives her both telescopic vision and the ability to see others' digital signatures, much like the sixth sense for other digimon's presence but with the range of her sight. This lets her zoom in and out with vision at high resolution as well as see digimon signatures even if they're hiding in thick foliage, tall structures, fairly deep underground, or other similar obstructions. The concentration this requires makes it too difficult to use in combat.
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Bero
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Post by Bero on Nov 15, 2019 20:58:54 GMT
Bero ignored Tadayoshi’s attempt to get his attention to possibly get him to do something else. What did he want to do? Set a rookie up against a champion who’s immune to all of his attacks? Bero would rather be inside right now, and from his quick readings, he should be the only one inside.
Carbon monoxide was data leftover from incomplete burning, made to damage through inhalation. Luckily, Bero knew much about completed burning, after all, that’s what proper fire did. He lit his cloak aflame and created a small barrier of flames around him. Carbon monoxide was technically still usable as fuel, and it’s further burning resulted it in changing to the much less directly harmful carbon dioxide data. The barrier of flames, as long as he kept it burning, would ensure that carbon monoxide in his direct environment would finish it’s burning process into carbon dioxide.
“We have a gas leak of sorts in the shelter, coming from under the air purification unit. Seems to resemble carbon monoxide. Keep any breathers out of the shelter and away from the tunnels.” Speaking into their comm link, Bero looked over the gas leak. The first part to check was if it was an aggressive source of gas. He felt around it to see if the gas was rushing out like wind or simply slowly coming in from the air purifying unit. He wanted to close up the gas leak, but that wouldn’t work if the gas was rushing in because it had nowhere better to escape.
-if- closing the hole was possible, Bero would start gathering things to do so. He wanted to close the whole with junk and scraps, and use something that can melt, like a soft metal or pieces of glass, to fill up the small holes. He has the fire to try and melt things, after all, even if it’s a slow ass process.
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Post by tetsushi on Nov 17, 2019 11:27:22 GMT
Bero's little examining finds out that it's not going up so fast, but more like a slow release of gas. Slow and steady, yet there does not seem to be any indication if there is something burning down there... In fact, it looked more to like something that contained carbon monoxide just released down there. His fire sense does not sense any sort of thermal activity right under there...
Which would be revealed why. Somehow, the tunnel that Ophelia gone to has slowly filled with carbon monoxide-like substance (only visible). This definitely a bad thing if the Spadamon does not have anything that could filter the air. The source of this thing? Apparently some sort of gas canister, in ball shape. It's seem to be very high tech, albeit the item's presence is sort of odd. It's definitely the kind that would bring more chaos if the tunnels are closed, just like before... yet here, knowing the tunnels are opened because of the explosion on the hillside of the pathway leading to the shelter, the effectiveness of it should be quite decreased, right? Or perhaps, there is another strategy for this?
Is the enemy panicking?
Either way, a Hangyomon would surely works better to go forward. When he goes toward where the Salamandamon, he definitely looked desperate...
"Hyeeeh!?"
Yeah, it looks desperate indeed. The moment he noticed the incoming people, he would try to claw further to no avail. The ground structure is different... Hardened soil thanks to volcanic mineral definitely what caused it. Now, what's their action would be?
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Ophelia
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Post by Ophelia on Nov 17, 2019 21:57:37 GMT
Bold of them to assume that Ophelia was in any way prepared, as she'd go down into the tunnels. For all she cared, she wanted to chase down the Salamandamon before he got away; and she wanted to catch him, so that they could question the bastard! She wasn't going to let this night for them pass with them going empty-handed! And yet...
... Ophelia would be unable to help but groan briefly; a hand reaching up to rub at her temples. Geez; was she that tired, already...? She was feeling the beginnings of a headache settling in, with a bit of fatigue to match. A small part of her wondered if she shouldn't turn back and let Divermon handle this; but as far as the vast majority of her went? She wanted a fight; like hell a little headache and tiredness would stop her! She wanted to pit herself against the Salamandamon before he got away! She was a big girl - she could keep fighting...!
As she and Divermon made their way thru the tunnels, though... Her foot would bump into something - prompting her to stop, and glance downwards. Some, strange, ball; she wasn't sure what to make of it, but... "... Divermon, right?" She'd question - glancing back to her companion, to make sure she got his name right. "Any hell what to make of this thing? You guys know this sort of techy..." ... Ophelia would pause briefly, rubbing her forehead again. "... You guys know this techy bullshit, better than I do..."
... Was she okay? If Divermon paid close enough attention, it was likely he'd notice that the little lioness was quite visibly out of it; blinking blearily briefly, and muttering softly to herself "Fuckin' headaches...."
It would be about then, though, that she'd realize that they weren't alone; just up ahead, Salamandamon would be visible..! The Spadamon's reaction was somewhat delayed; but she would bare her fangs at the lizard in a ferocious fashion, and draw her Blue Blade to ready herself. "Well, nevermind that; we found him...!"
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Post by Tadayoshi Teppei and Silence on Nov 21, 2019 3:37:37 GMT
Quick after Bero called the hazard in, Divermon reported in. Something was wrong, though. He was coughing between words. "Can confirm! Ugh, what's that smell? You're a little late, Ber-Ber!"
"Get out! Get out of there now!"
"Not without Ophi-Ophi!"
"What about HVT?"
"Forget the target. We aren't equipped for HAZOP."
"But he's right there!" As Divermon finally up to Ophelia, he had apparently also caught up with Salamandermon. Apparently, he wasn't able to dig anymore. "He's cornered, Cappy!" Despite Divermon's brave front, he was still hacking from the gas.
"Confirmed, movement halted."
"There will be consequences if you aren't up here in the next thirty seconds. Both of you!" Oh, boy. The captain was using his stern voice. That was a rare one because it was so rarely necessary. Even Angel knew better than to defy a plain order.
Cough, cough. "OK." Cough. "Ophi, we really gotta go, or he's gonna get really mad. Bring the little can thing!" Divermon had to shake his head to clear it, but he was still starting to feel the same headaches. The problem? He had to get Ophelia up to avoid punishment as well. Divermon was naive but not foolish. She wouldn't come of her own accord, he thought. Instead, he tried to grab her by the wrist of her free hand good and tight and pull her back toward the hole above.
"If HVT doesn't follow them, we might lose his intel for good." Renamon pointed out as the pair probably struggled, apparently indifferent to Salamandermon's life or death except for how it was useful to her and hers.
"So be it. The situation down there is too volatile."
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Bero
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Post by Bero on Nov 21, 2019 22:48:44 GMT
Bero did well to just ignore the use of a nickname. The situation seemed far too dangerous to interrupt communication with a tirade of fury. Although, his blue fires did burn a little hotter than necessary. And he wore a scowl. Well, more of a scowl, he always was scowling somewhat it seemed. It seemed they wanted to follow the salamandermon but decided not to. He waited until there was some silence on the radio.
“This gas is burnable. Anyone without fire is just at risk to it’s poison, assuming they need to breath. Dunno if you have any quick and small machines… Tadayoshi.” It took him a moment to remember the name, he had stopped himself from using another word though. He continued trying to cover the hole up somewhat, ensuring the safety of the actual shelter. The air filtration device would need checking as well...
“Speaking of, if you have any non breathers to spare, need to make sure the gas leak is contained and the air filtration system works. I’m not a fragged engineer.” he said, although he was doing a decent job of using what he could to slowly contain the hole that was in the shelter itself.
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Post by tetsushi on Nov 28, 2019 16:21:53 GMT
Seeing that he's fine after all that search made the Salamandamon happy, but... something about the gas canister? When that was taken away by the team, something beeping could be heard. At first, one might think that it's the canister, but nope... it's something else. It came from the Salamandamon.
"Wait, wait, I finished my mission! I FINISHED MY MISSION!! WHAT IS THIS!? IT'S NOT LIKE WE AGREED ON!! HELP, HELP, HEE---"
Something exploded from inside the Salamandamon, except no gore was involved. His body immediately fell to the floor lifeless. His outer skin decayed, revealing wireframe that shattered into thousand pieces. Not even data floats out, it's "dead", permanently, as if someone deleted it to prevent any leakage of information.
...The battle might be done, but this perhaps a warning of what to come...
Upon checking, all system are green, but the existence of the tunnel is definitely concerning. While the attack happened, there must be something that helps digging the tunnel. Why aren't they immediately checked no one knows, but... there are too many mysteries here. The canister would be successfully disarmed. There are no significant damage to the shelter bars the foundation, which most likely are going to be fixed anyway... The glasshouse need a bit of a fixing, but it's fine.
.......Speaking of which, there wasn't any attacks until the morning. And then it's time to do the report to Tetsu. The boy... definitely looked worriedly at the site. But more than anything, Gryz had something to say.
"...I think we should adjourn this mission for the meantime. There will be more repairing to do... But first, please report the situation to me, and what was going on."
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Ophelia
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Post by Ophelia on Nov 29, 2019 8:13:14 GMT
Ophelia shook her head, initially, at being told that they had to go - even as she'd cough and stumble briefly. "Like hell... You s-said it yourself; the fucker's right there..! We can gang up on him..!" She'd growl briefly; though otherwise grabbing the canister, and shoving it in one of her empty coin pouches, as asked. Once the canister was grabbed, she would go as far as to even dart at the Salamandamon, ready to fight despite her state..!
Yet, Divermon's hand grabbing out for her wrist would stop her easily; the Champion being much faster and stronger than her. Being only but a Rookie, Ophelia would snarl as she tried to struggle free of his grip - "Let go! I said Let Go...! I'll fight you, t-too, if I have to...!" She'd growl; clearly unhappy at being grabbed, even if her threat was half-hearted - both from her not seriously wanting to fight him, and from her wooziness.
She still was ready to bite his hand in an attempt to get him to let go, though; the only thing stopping her being a distant beeping, and the Salamandamon's panicked shouts. Her gaze would turn back to the fiery digimon just in time to see him collapse to the ground, dead; and yet...
... Perhaps, the most disturbing thing, would be the way he seemed as though he were breaking down into data... Yet, no data would come from him. As if he had been loaded completely, yet there was nothing there that couldn't done so to him. Once every last bit of him had disappeared, it was as though he had never been here at all...
... Speechless, and visibly disturbed; Ophelia couldn't even find the heart to continue struggling, as she stumbled after Divermon, at the Champion's tug - back to the surface above... ...
With the next morning, it was clear that Ophelia was feeling somewhat antsy. Her tailtip was constantly flicking, ears constantly pricked and swiveling, eyes casting around, and nose sniffing the air. She, too, seemed as though she wasn't feeling 100%; dealing with headaches and wooziness from the last of the gas still filtering out of the little Rookie's system, and still having the faintest of still-healing burns on her body.
Still, upon seeing Tetsu and Gryz, the Spadamon would perk up visibly; approaching the two of them, and flopping against Tetsu to snuggle up to him with a low purr - this purr less being out of contentedness, and more at her simply seeking attention. Last night wasn't exactly a pretty experience for her - and seeing the Salamandamon's death had left her a little unnerved, though she was loathe to admit it. The dreams she had that night didn't exactly help in matters, either...
At the question of reports, though... Ophelia would turn her face away from Tetsu's shoulder, to instead gaze at Gryz, briefly wracking her brain. "... There's... A lot to talk about, I think." She'd murmur; trying to put her words together. "... Pretty damn sure there's a whole other group to all of this. Don't think Gajuma's involved, but... We never got a chance to go talk to him." She'd start; thinking. "Akala's Tribe's missing a couple of people - a councilmember and a couple friends, who went up north to scout a few weeks ago - and... They've also sighted digimon who had tried to impersonate their kind? Though also tried to impersonate Gajuma's tribe at the same time."
She'd snuggle up against Tetsu further, as she continued to think; filtering through all the information that she had been trying to process - yet was unable to completely share the night before. "... You ask me, it's all related, probably? But... Fuck if I know where they're coming from." She'd mutter; stress briefly creasing her forehead. Trying to retain all this information, really, wasn't her forte. "Might be related to the north being unexplored, might be related to the volcano tunnels that Akala mentioned, though I dunno.."
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Bero
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Post by Bero on Dec 14, 2019 13:44:31 GMT
The next morning had come. Bero hadn’t slept well, because he was on guard the whole night. Lucky for him, tire wasn’t something that was incredibly new to him. Being on guard, paying constant attention. All very familiar to him. He was more irritated than usual by the time Gryz came around to discuss the situation. Not that most of the people would be able to notice that, his constant scowl was no more or less than it was before. Bero found a pillar, a wall, or something like that to lean back against while Gryz & Ophelia spoke.
“It doesn’t nearly stop there though. There’s tunnel systems both under this very shelter, there’s caves where Lavatanga are still dangerously abundant, there’s powerful wild digimon both in the caves and outside of the caves, of which multiple seemed to be driven to aggression, beyond their normal levels. While this place would be great for some insane training stint, it’s absolute Digidiocy to be here for other purposes.” he spoke in his usual disdainful tone, almost spitting his various words. He didn't understand where Tetsu and Gryz were coming from and the lack of understanding was clearly visible in his expression to them. He let it calm away and distracted himself with the one thought that gave him some peace in this strange place.
Accompanying the thought, he turned his head to absently look to sky, towards the general direction of the volcano. He still wanted to visit it. Hopefully, he made somewhat of a good name by these people, and could use that later to visit. This visit was wholly unsatisfying and lacking in purpose for him.
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Post by tetsushi on Jan 19, 2020 7:36:52 GMT
"I see..." perhaps Gryz's response sounded underwhelming at first, but the bear looked at the site and immediately dialed up someone. "...Hello, yeah it's me... right, uh... could we press back the press and such? ...I understand this is crucial for your publication and all that, professor, but currently the situation is direr than we thought. I'll give you the run down later... hmn? Yes, alright... thank you."
Gryz then closed off the communication and motioned the team to come with him... and the destination is clear after some workers arrived. These ones does not seem to be worker from rustport, but instead ones directly employed from Ys, KIZNA emblem shining on their chest.
"Everyone, please fix the shelter..." while Gryz rattled off the orders and all the specifications, also the damages, Tetsu... simply looked at the aftermath of the damage. He looked back at the team soon after. "...I think we'll postpone the mission for several months Digital World wise time to come. you're free to leave the mission if so you please, we'll pay you at later date..."
but Tetsu immediately mouthed something
'I think you deserve to know what's going on however'.
Once Gryz was done, he motioned at Ilbert, where the team could seat themselves again as the train moved away from the island.
"...Let me be honest with you. Admittedly, we knew there must be some tricks put in the shelter when we hired you, but we had no idea that the tunnelway is that intricate... it almost like its built to sabotage us. However whoever doing this must be really amateur, considering we're purposely letting them do it, just to see how they're trying to pinpoint the blame to Gajuma or even Akala. Gajuma might be smart, but he won't do this sort of strategy.
...which means, there are something up in the north, or... there are traitor amongst our workers. We're still looking for their alibi and all that, so we can't really tell you who's doing what... I'll be honest with you... the damage you did on the shelter is mixed blessing...
The minus, we're risking to raise Gajuma's ire as he know he's under suspicion, and his name tarnished like this makes him itchy to act. Not only that we're pretty much biding the criminal more time to act. Granted, they probably won't mess with the shelter again with such undercover trick, but.... hmmm, how to say... I feel like this will give the mastermind less pressure so to say...
However, the plus... you won't have to fight in the shelter in such unfavorable condition anymore... That, and by knowing such huge security failure, we can immediately revamp our security system, and how to prevent mistaken identity. We were rather constrained by the type of Digimon that can work with us, but as we're talking, the team is growing. By three months, we have enough methods to screen any sort of counterfeits... and most likely, we can tighten the noose on the traitor too.
....With that being said however, as you know, the danger up ahead is probably really high... so I'm not going to blame you if you pull back. You did good this time around... So, would you like to continue... or would you like to abort?"
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Ophelia
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Post by Ophelia on Jan 19, 2020 10:24:47 GMT
As they were ushered into Ilbert, Ophelia would be close behind; sticking close to Tetsu, still. She was starting to perk up a bit, having someone that she knew and considered a friend nearby; and the notion of there being something fishy going on, as well, surely had her attention.
Ophelia, frankly, couldn't say for sure who the culprit in this whole situation was; nodding along as Tetsu mentioned his suspicions that either there was a rat amongst the workers, or that there were indeed other digimon lurking up north. Perhaps, if she got a good sniff of the digimon, then maybe she could've helped figure something out... On top of all of this, Gajuma was getting agitated as well; and Ophelia couldn't help but wonder just how much of a problem he might be, next time around.
The idea that things would be fixed up for that next time around, though, was good to know; and surely by then, the lot of them would be stronger, too. She was starting to feel less on-edge, with this thought - her tail beginning to swish a bit more eagerly as she thought about punching whoever it was that was causing all of this trouble in the face, and chasing them off the island.
In fact, when Tetsu finally did raise the question of continuing, or aborting... Ophelia would speak up straight away, grinning widely. "You can count me in! I wanna pull my weight for KIZNA, after all!" She'd remark; her tail lashing excitedly. What would the next call to action have in store for them, she wondered...!
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