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Ain't No Mountain- Demon Lords 1E (Ophelia, Zachary, Arthur)
Ophelia
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OOC Name: Tsukistar
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Post by Ophelia on May 26, 2019 19:01:49 GMT
Ophelia and Cassandra would both be huffing a little, as they recovered from the landing into the snow. Ophelia couldn't help but cringe a little at the shrill sounds of the cable car being torn to bits by the mountainside, but otherwise? They were fine, she was pretty sure. The Spadamon would straighten up, glancing around as she called out "Noone's hurt, yeah?" Regardless of responses, Ophelia would be moving amongst the other three to check them over, nose sniffing faintly, and Cassandra trailing close behind. It would be a faint metallic scent from Arthur, though - the smell of blood - that would make her stop, and Cassandra would almost immediately be at the human's side as she noticed his bleeding hand.
"Are you okay??" The little Gomamon-X would ask, as she made to bandage up Arthur's hand - meanwhilst Ophelia scratched the back of her head. "The hell's up with us and needing to hurt ourselves to keep our wits?" She'd mutter - glancing between Arthur's hand, and Zachary's arm, before adding "Then again, Cassie had to damn-near break my back to get my ass moving, heh!" with a soft chuckle. Cassandra would cast Ophelia a sad look, - "Shhh, you're fiiiine," - though Ophelia was quick to reassure the Gomamon-X before any apologies began. "Just focus on getting Arthur's hand wrapped, n' then we can keep going." Cassie was quiet for a second, but nodded - "Alright," as she turned her attention to Arthur; making sure that he wasn't about to bleed everywhere anytime soon.
Once everything was in order, though - Ophelia made stock of their situation. They could either go up the mountain, or go down; but up seemed like it'd be slow going, and down was probably going to be a bit treacherous. "... You ask me, I'd say we go up." Ophelia would state, glancing up towards the peak. "Going up's been bringing us closer, if the lift ride tells us anything - and if we're looking for a way to Belphemon, then the closer we get to him, the more likely we'll find something."
Cassie would nod her agreement, though frowned faintly. Even now, the intrusive downer thoughts still swirled around her head. But... She just had to believe in Ophelia - it was no secret amongst the family that she looked up to the Spadamon, and as long as Ophelia was here... She felt as though they could do anything! "We probably should stick close together, though..." the little Gomamon-X would add, though - continuing "If a white-out occurs, we don't wanna be losing anyone or wandering off the edge - and sticking close probably'll mean that we'll be less susceptible to the winds, right?"
Ophelia nodded to Cassie - reaching down to ruffle her sister's head. "Yeah. Stick close together, and most likely make our way up... At least til we have a better idea of where to go." She summarized, digging out her D-Nexus as she did. "... You guys still there?" She'd ask Rasielmon and Bagramon, as she worked on bringing up a map of the surrounding area. "We're getting pretty close, I think; trekking it by foot now. What should we look for as far as weak points or possible entrances go?" Hopefully, the mapping and scanning functions of her D-Nexus would do wonders in helping look for a possible entrance...
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Post by Arthur Reville on May 29, 2019 3:39:00 GMT
Arthur wiped the snow from his hair as he rose to a kneeling position as Cassandra and Ophelia approached him, raising his hand for the Gomamon-X to inspect with a grin. "Pain's a good way to regain focus. At least for me, it gives me clarity. Shocks me back to reality and lets me process what's going on around me with the adrenaline rush it gives," he replied to Ophelia's question as Cassandra wrapped his hand up. He looked around the snow, squinting through the snowflakes falling around them to try and spot his knife. Sure enough, there it was, surrounded by a shock of bright red blood.
As Cassandra finished, Arthur rose to his feet, gently massaging his bandaged hand as he walked over to his knife. He crouched down, picking the blade up and using it to cut a piece of his shirt tail off. Arthur dabbed the piece of cloth into the snow, wetting it before wiping his knife clean, then dried it against his pants' leg. He followed Ophelia's indication upwards, staring intently at the peak of the mountain as he snapped his knife shut and tucked it back into his pocket. "It's the only plan we've got so far, and it's not like going downwards is going to help us at all. Wouldn't make much sense both practically and for a villain's sense of drama for them to station at the bottom of a mountain."
Arthur frowned as Ophelia tried contacting their divine aides using her D-Nexus, glancing down at his D-Tector for a moment before shaking his head. "I wouldn't bother trying to contact them. The signal's probably way too weak up here. Not to mention, with how strange the communicators have been acting, Belphemon's definitely meddling with them somehow. We can't trust what Bagramon and Rasielmon have to say. I think we're well on our own up here."
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Post by Zachary "Zaber" Scryer on Jun 4, 2019 18:04:08 GMT
Zachary felt as if his face had grown chilled as he laid face-planted on the snow. Beside him, Panthermon, or rather Bageeramon, let out soft growls as lightning crackled off his armor. The Armored form of Panthermon was indeed a large creature, even by champion standards. He was almost akin to ancient Sabertooth tigers in size and strength, and the fact his black fur and armor gave him power over lightning was an added touch. That and the discharges of lightning occasionally warmed up their environment a bit.
"Geez... and here I thought you guys didn't care..." Zachary said, little put off no one had worried how he fell off a cliff.
Slowly, Zachary rose up and brushed the snow off his body-- but the wind chill was making it hard for him to endure the cold after the last fright. He tucked his hands into his pockets and kept his arms tight beside him.
"Arthur is right, " Zachary said, as he tried to keep warm. With it, Bageeramon let out a growl and pushed forward against the wind, sheltering the others and his warm fur protecting them more or less. "The more this storm is blowing, I bet reception will get bad and I doubt the enemy would be able to control the winds from below. We all saw where the snow and mists came and went. We should press forward. "
Bageeramon then took his cue and lumbered forward. "Get on," he said in a strong growl, lowering down to allow those who wanted a lift to go. "The snow may be steep but I can easily run faster than we would go by foot. "
Shaking the snow free from his face, Zachary approached his Digimon and easily straddled himself on the tiger's back. His body felt warm with his fur and electric armor. He only had a mild static shock as he touched it, but it didn't stop him from getting on. So too was the offer for anyone else-- as Sophia, her Gommamon friend, and even Arthur could probably fit all on Bageera's back.
Once they had their decision set to press forward and up the mountain-- Bageera took off in a sprint, his tiger-like speed giving him a good boost even through the harsh wind and snow.
(OOC: Used Bageeramon for warmth but also use him to ride on to easily ascend up the mountain pass. All are welcome to ride his back on the way up)
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Post by Bonetrousled? on Jun 6, 2019 3:19:57 GMT
The group had decided as one: uphill it was. The air was thin and the trail was rather steep, but most of the legwork had already been done by the ski lift. This meant all of the group's remaining endurance could be focused on scaling to the rest of the peak. Unfortunately, that remaining endurance came with a major caveat: Belphemon's intrusive thoughts continued to gnaw away at them, and as they started to scale the peak they would only get louder.
These thoughts were the only company that the group had. Bagramon and Rasielmon tried to speak over the comms, but only harsh static answered the call. Occasionally a small snippet of speech got through, but it stuttered and hitched on single syllables before fading back into static. Without their mission control, the path to the peak was a quiet and lonely one.
Or, at least, it seemed to be at first. As the group started to draw closer to the peak, the sharp blow of a hunting horn echoed over the horizon. It sounded surprisingly close, and the snows around them shuddered from the sheer volume of the sound. For a second an avalanche seemed inevitable, but it settled just as quickly as it started shaking. "What in the world do ye think yer doing?" a voice demanded, coming from the same direction as the hunting horn. "Yer in a condemned area. I don't know how ye got the cable cars workin' again, but I'm givin' ye five minutes to pile back in and get off o' this mountain."
Combat Log Inclement Conditions - I'm running out of witty ways to mention that this hasn't been a problem. Can one of you guys do something stupid and catch frostbite already? A Cold Wind Blows - The wind's subdued, and the party has taken their time to advance! Will they find where they need to go before the winds reassert themselves? Aura of Malaise - The closer everyone gets to the peak, the stronger Belphemon's impulses get. At this point, they are almost a constant droning in the back of everyone's head.
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Ophelia
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OOC Name: Tsukistar
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Post by Ophelia on Jun 7, 2019 15:32:52 GMT
Ophelia would frown a bit at hearing only static from the other end of the comms - it seemed that Arthur was right. "... Yeah, I can't hear shit from you guys." She would mutter into the D-Nexus, not sure if they'd be able to hear her - but she might as well give it a try. They were alone now, cut off from those outside of the storm... ... Shaking her head, mentally steeling herself once more, Ophelia would simply focus on the map on her D-Nexus screen, as Cassie peered up the path ahead. "I wonder how much longer we'll have, on foot..." The little Gomamon would muse out loud - adding "It's probably going to be slower going, now that we don't have the lift..."
... Zachary and Panthermon - now Bageeramon - were quick to provide a solution, though. The massive form meant that they could all, theoretically, be carried by the electric beast to the top! Ophelia would perk up a bit, and glanced to Cassie - the two of them thinking over the logistics of this. Though he was quite large, Ophelia was still a little concerned over whether he'd be able to carry them all at once - or at least, carry them all while still having the energy to make it to the top. It seemed that Cassie shared this thought though, for she would devolve - turning into Pukamon, and jump up into Ophelia's arms! "Let's go, let's go!" She'd chirp excitedly, clapping her flippers. Ophelia couldn't help but laugh and nod, hopping onto Bageeramon, behind Arthur and Zachary. Though the electricity and static that crackled off of him did shock her a tiny bit - it otherwise was bearable, as she settled in.
As they ascended though, the thoughts - of course - would only get louder. Ophelia couldn't help a soft growl to herself; even if she was resilient to them, to a degree, they still gnawed at the edges of her mind - trying to find a crack to slip in thru. It was... She wasn't sure how to exactly put it, the feeling that even her mind wasn't as invincible and impenetrable as it was before - it was a little unsettling, deep down, if she had to be honest. She didn't like this feeling. She didn't like the brief moments of uncertainty or even hopelessness that she was having, cause of this aura. And it only raised the question of how everyone else was doing in the midst of this. She'd glance to Arthur and Zachary, and then Cassie, in her arms, when...
... "... Pffft~"
Ophelia couldn't help but be snapped from her thoughts - the malaise that had crept into her head being pushed back in lieu of confusion and inquisitiveness - when she noticed that Cassie was snickering at something. Tilting her head, Ophelia asked out loud "Whatcha laughing at, Cassie?" This only made the little Pukamon laugh harder, trying to muffle her giggling behind her flippers as she tried - and was failing - to regain composure. "You... Pfttehehehe.... Your, ehahaha, fur!" Cassie would eventually manage to get out amidst her laughter, pointing a flipper up to Ophelia and exclaiming "You're all puffy!" "Wuh...?" If she wasn't already, then Ophelia would be quite puzzled at this - she was all puffy...?
Glancing down to her D-Nexus, she would bring up her selfie function, to be greeted with.. well... quite the amusing sight. From riding on Bageeramon, her fur and mane had become all static-y, and begun sticking up every which way! Indeed, she was quite puffy now - looking like a giant cottonball between the size of her mane, and how thick it and her fur was! The little Spadamon at first blinked in surprise, before she couldn't help laughing with, taking the selfie. The others back at Ys would probably get a kick out of this!
Though, that was when she'd notice that Cassie was all staticy, too, the little hair plume on her head being puffed up! Arthur and Zachary both had puffy hair, too! Albeit, it wasn't quite as noticable, with them having shorter hair. Nonetheless though, Ophelia couldn't help but laugh harder - "You guys are all puffy, too!" - as she took a photo of Cassie to show her; which only made the little Pukamon laugh harder - "Ehahahaha! We are, we are!" - as well. The duo seemed to have, for the time being, forgotten the malaise in general in lieu of laughing their asses off at the amusement Bageeramon's static had brought.
It wouldn't be too much longer, though, before they were broken from their gleeful laughter - as the bellow of a hunting horn echoed thru the pass, making Ophelia hiss in surprise from the loud noise that rattled in her head; her keen ears not exactly appreciating the volume. As the snow began to shudder and unsettle, Ophelia and Cassie both quickly grew tense - ready for the possible avalanche. It wouldn't take long for the snow to once more settle, though - leaving relieved unease in their minds. "What in the fuck was that...?" Ophelia growled faintly to herself, before her ears pricked at hearing a voice call out from the direction of the hunting horn.
Glancing up, Ophelia would begin to look around - trying to figure out if she could see the perpetrator that had blew the horn. Her nose was sniffing the air for any unfamiliar scents, and her ears were pricked, as well - even if at the risk of getting another earful of the horn's bellows. As the voice demanded what they thought they were doing though, and demanded they leave, Ophelia would be quick to retort. "I got the same damn questions for ya, buddy! What are you doing here, not to mention what makes ya think you can tell us to turn back and leave??" She'd growl. "Ya talk as if you're the boss of this place, like this is your territory - but I can already tell you'd be dead buried six feet under the snow if you stayed up here for more than a week; you damn near caused a fucking avalanche with that horn of yours! Not to mention that I'm damn well sure that I would've smelt or seen something of ya a looong while ago if we're deep enough into someone's territory to warrant you confronting us!"
Cassie would blink at Ophelia's rant, and would make the decision to digivolve back to her Gomamon-X form, and would call out next. "Please pardon my sister's anger, uh... Sir? Miss? What should I call you by?" She scratched her cheek a bit, unsure of how to address the individual quite yet. "She's just a bit rattled at the avalanche scare, but we're just here to figure out the source of the weird aura 'round here, and the unusual storms, too! And I don't think going back down would be easy- the cable kinda snapped, and we had to jump off the cablecar partway up." That hadn't been a fun experience - Cassie could remember how she nearly froze up, too, like how Ophelia did. It was only her own instincts that drove her forward, at that moment, though... She'd shake her head, trying to not dwell on that. "But anyways... We promise we're not here to hunt, or intrude, if this is your territory! We'll leave as soon as we find what we're looking for!"
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Post by Arthur Reville on Jun 10, 2019 17:39:57 GMT
Arthur didn't put up much of a fuss or argument when Bageeramon suggested they all ride on his back to finish the final leg up the mountain, though he did wonder if the large Digimon had the potential to discharge a lethal amount of electricity should he get too angry on accident. He would prefer if he didn't become a giant chunk of charcoal, however unlikely the chance might have been. Arthur climbed onto Bageeramon, sitting behind all the others and locking his arms and legs to hang on. "Just like riding a horse... easy peasy," Arthur muttered to himself as he settled in. The only problem with the statement was that he had not ridden a horse before, much less an electrically charged panther covered in metal plates.
When the two Digimon between him and Zachary began laughing and pointing out their electrically charge hair standing on end, Arthur couldn't help but smiling and rolling his eyes. It was ridiculous, but much needed bit of levity that managed to dispel the aura of doubt and lethargy that Belphemon projected over the whole mountain. The distraction was only too short, though, and Arthur found himself grappling with what thoughts were really his and what was being implanted by their enemy.
The sound of the hunting horn rolling over the mountaintop was another welcome distraction, drawing Arthur's attention in its direction with a look of caution on his face. "Is all the profanity really necessary? We really don't need anymore enemies on this mountain and cussing them out doesn't exactly scream 'Let's be friends,'" Arthur said. "In any case, this one's definitely not under Belphemon's influence, so, at least if he wants to gut us, it won't be on the demon lord's behalf."
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Post by Zachary "Zaber" Scryer on Jun 17, 2019 18:52:52 GMT
With everyone stride on his back, Bageeramon rode forward to ascend the final leg up the mountain. Despite the deep snow, the tiger was swift and agile with the aid of his lightning-fast reflexes. He easily scaled up, while the others were chatting or holding on. THe tiger kept his focus to get to the top before more trouble came there way.
Zachary held on tight, his fingers digging into Bageeramon's fur for warmth and a hold to the tiger. However, the giggle drew his attention away from the ride as he soon noticed the static cling. The laugh from Ophilia in her smaller form made him turn. "What? What is so funny--?!" The mention of being poofy, Zachary reached up with a free hand and felt his hair standing on end. "Oh just great...."
A soft growl sounded from Bageeramon-- a form of laugh he had at the sounds of his passengers.
It was then that they heard it-- the shout and demand to get off the mountain. Bageeramon growled in a threatening tone, not fazed by the rude shout over the loud-speaking Digimon.
Without even any need for permission-- Bagerramon charged. The giant tiger lunged forward and proceeded towards the digimon speaking. He landed with a loud thud and growl, glaring at him for his rude shout to them. "WHo are you to tell us what to do? Speak or I will reduce you to a pile of ashes!" Bageeramon threatened, electricity sparking from his armor.
"Now, now, Bageeramon..." Zachary tried to calm him with a few pats on the head.
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Post by Bonetrousled? on Jun 22, 2019 2:17:42 GMT
Unfortunately, Bageeramon's snarling and pouncing wouldn't find any mark. Even as he lunged forward, the mysterious Digimon who called them out was nowhere in sight. Only an empty white expanse greeted the large panther. However, now that Bagheeramon was closer, he would be able to make out that the voice was more of an echo than a direct conversation. Clearly, their potential friend or foe was hiding somewhere, only the booming of his voice giving away his position.
Speaking of booming voices, the Digimon was quite quick to address Ophelia's criticisms of his methods. "Watch yer tongue, lass!" he called out. "Yer not the only wanna-be hero to scale this peak, and yer far from the first I've turned aside. Do ye even know what yer doin' up here, or do ye just want someone to holler at? Kids these days, swear on me mum.
For the record, yer only not buried under the snows right now because of me and me horn. This thing keeps the snoring of the beast at bay. Listen? Do ye nae here it?" He stopped speaking, and without his words the mountain went quiet for the first time that day. Normally the rush of winds and pitter-patter of falling snow made for a plethora of ambient noises, but with the winds kept at bay another noise took their place. It sounded like the Earth itself breaking and churning, deep, quiet, yet powerful. This sound continued for what felt like minutes, only to then be broken by a sudden, strained rush of air. Were it not for the choking gasp that followed, it would sound almost like the heartbeat of the Earth below.
"The beast has dwelt within the mountain since before I can even remember," he whispered. "Me great great great grandpappy led me village to seal him away as he slept, so that he cannae poison the land anymore. When he returned to the village, me great great grandpappy took over. As did me great grandpappy, and me grandpappy, and even Pappy. And now it's in me own hands to carry the torch. Look at the land itself, and ye can see how he's already gone and turned it. The snows settle, and they don't get back up. Ye could scream yer damn heads off and an avalanche would never show it's face. The winds move as the beast snores, circling the peaks when he breathes in and pounding down the mountainside when he blows. And the Digimon who stay here . . .
If they set their heads down to sleep, they're his."
The voice paused, as if taking a moment of silence. "Do ye see now why I tell ye to leave?" he asked. "Leave a tired old man to his fate. And don't ye even think about taking a damn step closer." Combat Log Inclement Conditions - I'm running out of witty ways to mention that this hasn't been a problem. Can one of you guys do something stupid and catch frostbite already? A Cold Wind Blows - The winds aren't picking up on their usual schedule. Thank goodness for weather magic! Aura of Malaise - Unfortunately, Belphemon's mental impulses are picking up on their own usual schedule! At this point they seem to be at their strongest: no further movement short of leaving this mountaintop will strengthen or diminish them. [/quote]
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Ophelia
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OOC Name: Tsukistar
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Post by Ophelia on Jun 22, 2019 16:10:22 GMT
Ophelia couldn't help but growl faintly, her tail lashing as the digimon addressed her little rant. She was quite ready to retort at this mystery digimon who was shouting at them, and to - even with Cassie trying to urge her to calm down - give them a piece of her mind. But, as the digimon stopped speaking and requested for them to listen - Ophelia's keen ears would pick up on... Strange noises. She wasn't sure what to make of them, the sound of something deep below seeming to almost be rumbling and crashing. Cassie, too, would notice this - glancing down to the snow and ground beneath Bageeramon's paws, and yet... Neither of them were sure what to make of it, at least until the Digimon continued to speak.
From the sounds of things, it seemed as though Belphemon was sleeping right under their feet, at the heart of the mountain - and that this was but one in a whole bloodline of digimon who were trying to keep Belphemon's influence at bay. A whole lot of good this seemed to be doing nowadays, though - and Ophelia couldn't help but wonder just how wise it was to be blowing that horn like nobody's business, even if the snow wasn't making an avalanche like it should. Cassie, similarly, couldn't help but wonder how Belphemon below wasn't waking up from the horn, if it was just as loud as he was - but then again, maybe Belphemon was too deep underground?
Either way though, the lioness's ears would prick as she glanced around for the digimon - calling back "Well if we're a buncha 'wanna-be heroes' and just a buncha kids, then let us be that. We ain't fuckin' here to fight Belphemon, just figure out a fast route to him for the actual big 'mons!" Though, a small part of her did want to see just how Belphemon would even fight if he was constantly sleeping and snoring... It seemed like the worst of the shit he's done was mostly involuntary, and just as a result of him being here as opposed to his actions. She certainly wouldn't mind fighting the mystery Digimon if she had too, though, she would mentally remark. Though pushing back those thoughts - including the ever-growing malaise - for now, she would continue "Ya can toot your loud ass horn as you please, and we'll be outta here once we've figured out what we need. And if shit happens to us cause of it? What the hell ever, our mistake. I'm pretty damn confident in our ability to keep ourselves together, though!"
Even as Ophelia said that, though, Cassie was perhaps a little unsure. The intrusive thoughts that Belphemon caused were only getting stronger, and though they seemed to plateau now, they weren't going away either... She would take a deep breath, trying to settle herself, to think of her family - of Ophelia - before she added in calling "We've been okay this far, we've been able to keep each other thinking straight! It's like my sister said, we aren't here to fight - just figure out a way to Belphemon, then go back so older, bigger digimon can handle it! If you could overlook us please, we'll be more than happy to leave you be once we've seen what we needed to see! Although, uhm..."
Cassie would pause for a second, glancing around in trying to figure out which way the mystery digimon was, before she called "It... seems kinda lonely, just being on your own, keeping all this bad weather at bay... We could keep you company, too, while we look around, if you'd like? And if you're hurt or tired, I've got a couple abilities that are good at healing and energizing people, if you'd like me to try them on you!" Cassie was always quite the sweet little digimon - and even if the mystery digimon seemed perhaps a hair hostile at the idea of them wandering around like this, she still wanted to extend some sort of olive branch to him. Maybe if they just showed him some respect and kindness, he'd be willing to let them do their thing then leave? Maybe he was just cranky cause he's lonely, tired, and cold!
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Post by Arthur Reville on Jun 27, 2019 1:33:29 GMT
Arthur's grip on Bageeramon tightened as the armor evolved Digimon jumped forward to lunge at the source of the voice, though it was to no avail. He tumbled backwards into the snow, sinking low into the fluffy, wet, blanket of white. "Why is everyone so ready to shoot first and ask questions later?" Arthur grumbled as he struggled out of the snow and got back to his feet, scowling in annoyance. He brushed the snow off of his jacket as he trudged back to the group. He looked around as the voice of the mountain's keeper boomed around them. He rolled his eyes as Ophelia appeared to get rather defensive about their reasons for scaling the mountain.
"I think I speak for all of us when I say thanks for not letting us die from suffocation," Arthur said, tucking his hands into his pockets as he carefully scanned horizon. He was trying to pick out any details of note at the peak. A cabin or some other form of lodging. Anywhere this guy could have lived or maybe...even this Digimon. He could be a giant one for all he knew. Clearly, this guardian had some power packed into him to keep Belphemon at bay.
"You...wouldn't happen to know where we could find the seal right? If the big guys back on the ground could know where it is, they could take care of this guy no problem. Maybe give you a break finally," Arthur said, turning slowly to look around before pausing for a moment. Was it the best idea to do this? He could feel Belphemon slumbering deep beneath them and the raw power rumbling forward from the mountain's core was almost impossible to comprehend. Should they really risk releasing this force of evil on the chance that they could neutralize him forever? Arthur wasn't so confident in the overall mission anymore. The cost could be greater than they could imagine.
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Post by Zachary "Zaber" Scryer on Jun 29, 2019 14:54:17 GMT
Zachary glanced at Ophilia for a bit-- finding it odd that little adorable cat-digimon had such a foul mouth on her. Where a digimon learned to talk like that made him feel paler than he should be on that mountain top. " Do you hear yourself when you talk? " Zachary asked the white lion digimon. " Saying stuff like that may affect your cute appearance." It was a light tease, but it was making her seem less adorable oppose to how Zachary cuddled her earlier for warmth. That and he freely admitted having a soft side for cute creatures and digimon. Bageeramon let out a soft growl at Arthur's comment. " I for one am just tired of fighting things I can't touch. I prefer a straight-up fight compared to this trickery!" he growled. As Zachary leaned in close to Bageeramon's fur to keep somewhat warm at the mountain summit-- he listened to the disembodied voice carefully. He claimed to be a caretaker of this mountain-- probably like the Mojiyamon they had met before he was possessed. While Arthur and Ophilia convinced him, it was Zachary's turn. " Listen-- your mountain is already in danger. You may be able to hold him off now, but he has already been affecting things around the mountain. The storm, the possessed Digimon -- not to mention the other demon lords trying to make things worse. Eventually it will be too much for you alone to handle. If you don't let us help-- he may break free all on his own." The sound of the breathing and feel below Bageeramon's paws made the cat nervous, causing small sparks that zapped Arthur a bit by accident
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Post by Bonetrousled? on Jul 3, 2019 2:51:21 GMT
The four Digimon took very different approaches to their negotiations with the mysterious voice. One came with confidence and bluster, insisting that the mistakes before them were theirs to make. To her, the voice simply offered a weary laugh. "Being here to fight Belphemon ain't the problem," he explained. "Didn't ye hear me? Just getting near him's when it all starts. The closer ye get to that seal, the deeper he gets into yer head. And once yer eyes start to grow weary, and yer head starts to get heavy? That's when he gets ye. It's bad enough thinking o' him hurtin' kids like ye. But if some truly powerful Digimon were to fall under his spell? The North'd be doomed."
The second Digimon came with compassion. To her, he finally showed his face. A Paledramon, old and weary, stepped out from over the icy cliffs. His eyes were a milky white, one of his wings had snapped cleanly in half, and he walked with a bit of a limp. Nevertheless, he looked large and powerful, even if he was a textbook example of dented iron. "Please, lass. Don't drag yerself down with me," he said, voice quiet. "My vigil's a quiet one for good reason. Me great, great, great grandpappy came with me meemaw. He thought together, they'd give each other strength.
She was the first to fall under the beast's sway since he was sealed within the mountains. From that day on, we vowed to never let it happen to another."
The third was all business, but Paledramon was all business as well. His voice hardened again as Arthur spoke up. "It took many great lives just to push the beast away to the mountain. And if he falls, another will rise, unbound, to take his place," Paledramon said. "How many more lives will be lost if we unseal him? And all lost for nothing? The beast is an inevitability. And I will not be letting it back loose upon this world."
The final traveler appealed to Paledramon's worries. In return Paledramon sighed, weariness creeping into his milky eyes. "I know. But at least I can minimize the harm done," he said. "And I will not let you do anything that jeopardizes that.
Turn back. Now.
Please."
Combat Log Inclement Conditions - I'm running out of witty ways to mention that this hasn't been a problem. Can one of you guys do something stupid and catch frostbite already? A Cold Wind Blows - The winds aren't picking up on their usual schedule. Thank goodness for weather magic! Aura of Malaise - Unfortunately, Belphemon's mental impulses are picking up on their own usual schedule! At this point they seem to be at their strongest: no further movement short of leaving this mountaintop will strengthen or diminish them.
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Ophelia
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OOC Name: Tsukistar
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Post by Ophelia on Jul 3, 2019 4:54:51 GMT
Cassie gave Arthur a sheepish look at his grumbled question, smiling awkwardly. "Ophi's always been kind of spitfire, as Dad puts it... She isn't one to back down easily from things, especially stuff that she feels strongly about."
Ophelia and Cassie both turned towards Zachary next, giving him a confused look. "What do you mean?" Cassie would ask him, tilting her head a little; though Ophelia seemed to quickly catch on that he was referring to her cursing. She was still learning a bit on what was and what wasn't cursing, but it... affecting her cute appearance? The fuck was that supposed to mean? Ophelia had half the mind to question Zachary a bit, too, but...
... Instead of ranting at him, she figured to instead just give him a dry, neutral look - deadpanning out a single "Fuck." in his direction.
This would make Cassie blink, but she couldn't help a bit of a giggle - of course Ophi wasn't one to really worry too much about being cute.
And next came Bageeramon sparking up - Ophelia and Cassie were not spared from the shocks either, the duo yelping in surprise - "The fuck?!" "Yeep!" - as they tumbled off of the large feline to avoid any further shocks! Their fur was once more puffed up from it - but Ophelia seemed a lot less amused this time around, wordlessly grumbling in their direction as she got up, smoothing out her fur and brushing snow off of herself. Cassie, similarly, would shake off the snow - before glancing out towards the horn-tooting digimon.
A Paledramon... Old and grizzled; but Ophelia could still tell that he seemed rather strong. You have to be strong, to be able to make it in the mountains; especially on your own like this. Cassie, similarly, couldn't help but feel a bit intimidated under the Champion's gaze - but... She'd still approach, pushing herself forward and along in the snow, to gently press the top of her head against his leg in a gentle, respectful, and affectionate gesture; akin to Ophelia's bunting. "If it hurts anywhere, I'd still like to do something to make it easier on you, even if it's just healing any bumps and scratches you might have." She'd offer gently. She didn't want to fight - she just wanted to help him, while being able to solve this mission of theirs. Was that too much to ask?
Ophelia, meanwhile, would be close behind Cassie; if only to be the protective sister that she was. But otherwise, the Spadamon remained calm - if only for Cassie's sake - her sword firmly in its sheath, as she sat down in the snow nearby. "... Do you think that you can keep this up forever?" She'd ask - not so much out of doubt, but more that... She seemed more willing to defer to the Paledramon for now, if only so that she could get a bigger picture. And if Cassie was so willing and insistent on being kind to him, then she'd give him a chance, too.
"In thinking 'bout it, if the other demon lords are out and about, they might come to wake him up and bust him out themselves, too. And then we'd still be in the same shit that might happen even if the big guys can't beat him." She would add, sighing heavily as she scratched the side of her head. "Hell, I ain't much of a talker when it comes to these sorts of conundrums, at least I don't think myself as one. If Belphemon's bullshit wasn't screwing with my D-Nexus, I could probably see if the angels wouldn't wanna talk to you about this or whatever the hell. Maybe they'd know something about keeping Belphemon from causing any further trouble, so that you wouldn't have to worry so much."
For a moment, as she thought to herself, and pondered things out loud, she was tempted to get comfortable - to lay back in the snow for a minute, if only to give her legs a breather. But... After that consideration, she was quick to instead stand back up. Fuck that, not going to let herself get lax until she knew it wasn't Belphemon fucking with her head.
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Post by Arthur Reville on Jul 10, 2019 23:56:02 GMT
Arthur frowned at the giant cat Digimon, rolling his eyes at Bageeramon growled in annoyance at his lack of a physical enemy. "You're being too quick to assume its an enemy where going up against. I'd say be glad about that, 'cause if it was Belphemon moving into attack, I don't think we'd be able to do much against him," he replied. "Let's think first, before we decide to go for the throat. If we act too quickly, every single one of us could end up dead."
At one point in his life, when Arthur was more hotheaded, he would have easily leapt into the fray without a second thought. And he really had his schooling and lack of exposure to his gung-ho father to thank for that, though it seems he hadn't lost his short temper. He was getting more annoyed at his allies as time went on and the sudden electric shock, only made worse by the cold air, didn't improve his mood at all. Arthur began to chew on the nail of his thumb and close his eyes, breathing in deeply to regain his composure.
"Keep it cool...you're better than that..." he mumbled to himself, though he did chew through a bit of his nail, spitting it out onto the snow as he turned back to the group as the Paledramon revealed himself. Arthur felt his anger fade as he studied the wounded and scarred Digimon. He had switched to his other thumb at this point, though his chewing slowed down as his need for the nervous tic diminished. It didn't take Belphemon's aura to make him want to descend the mountain again. The experience displayed on the large Digimon's form was enough proof of that.
"I see your point, but don't feel the need to do this on your own always. Like Ophelia said, we can go back down and get the ones who sent us up here, just to establish a sort of...forward operating base, as it were. That way, we can make sure its not just one Digimon fighting the tide."
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Post by Zachary "Zaber" Scryer on Jul 11, 2019 1:25:15 GMT
Zachary was all on board to get the angel digimon on board and he hoped they could be reached on this mountain, but Zachary listened to everyone and considered what Arthur and Ophelia said. This clearly wasn't an enemy. THough Panthermon was still on guard-- he didn't care if he sparked Arthur-- the cat not liking him much either. In the end Panthermon was a beastly warrior, born for battle. To not have an enemy to fight was testing his patience as well.
Zachary, however, as his tamer, was a bit more level headed to deal with things. Despite the plea for them to leave, to just leave things as they were... he couldn't agree. The very sloth-like and passive behavior here was the very problem and only made the demon digimon stronger and his influence cement over this place. Ignoring the problem and turning a blind eye to it was not going to make anything better. This Digimon just kept saying how pointless it was to fight it-- and to leave things as they where. Then what was the whole point coming up here?!
"WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?!" Zachary shouted, surprising even Bahgeeramon with his sudden outburst. The cold didn't bother him anymore as he was now just angry and furious at the prospect of letting a Demon Digimon be because his damage was 'negligible'. This very attitude is the same thing this Digimon DEPENDS on! We risked frostbite, falling cars, a possessed yeti, and psychological warfare to get here. Don't you get it? Depression, succumbing to a situation, inaction is only making this thing stronger? Why do you think its the Demon Lord of Sloth anyway?! " Zachary shouted, losing his temper. He knew it deep down. If they gave up and stopped-- they would lose and fall victim to the demon lord. "If you stay content with the way things are, you only give Belphemon more power-- which is exactly what has happened already. You're already under his thrall and you don't even know it! Quit being such a coward and stand up for the reason you opposed him in the first place! Just because you gave up hope to stop this thing's control, doesn't me we have! I'm not giving up, and neither is any one of us!"
Bageeramon growled-- in full agreement to his human partner. "Well said, Zachary...We come too far to quit now."
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