Project Titan (Open)
Jun 18, 2019 10:40:37 GMT
Post by Dante on Jun 18, 2019 10:40:37 GMT
"The story of life in the Digital World has no beginning and no end. It is a collection of journeys interwoven together that shape reality. Whether we like it or not, our actions affect the lives of others, just as their actions affect ours. My story is about all kinds of different beings. Humans, Digimon, friends, enemies, shrine maidens, mob bosses, goddesses, sea monsters, writers, directors, and even a peculiar green bug. This story is about the man who brought us together. This is our story." ~Wizardmon
The streets of Terminus City are packed as Digimon go about their day. The merchants push their wares on potential buyers while the smell of freshly baked muffins flows from the bakery. Alone atop a building made of steel stands a cloaked figure basking in the sunlight. The lone sorcerer Wizardmon cowers under his hood, his trademark wizard hat left in the past. He gazes down at the city streets below.
"So many Digimon, so many destinies left to be fulfilled."
A particular individual catches Wizardmon's eye. A tall masked figure clad in dark leather stalks through the streets at a quick pace. He glides down the street with the ease of a ship sailing through calm waters. Wizardmon recognizes the man.
"Could it be? You've been very busy."
The masked man takes a sharp turn down a narrow alley. The aging wizard takes a deep breath as his cloak blows in the wind. He is surrounded by a pink glyph and teleports down to the alley, hiding behind a billboard advertising popsicles.
"Wizardmon, am I, the faithful and loyal servant of Lord Piedmon. At least I was once, as were you. Such promise, such power, wasted on a broken soul. Yet here you are, filling your ranks. I have been watching you, young one."
"It all started when Lord Piedmon died, his carcass strung out across the jagged earth. Without Piedmon's power, the beast locked away in the Dark Fortress' dungeon was unleashed upon the world once again. Since then, you've been building an army."
*Flashback to a shot of Ravenna's dorm room. The camera pans across the dirty room as a dark shadow can be seen cast upon the wall. The camera rotates until it focuses on a gold helmet sitting upon a desk. The shadow approaches the helmet and it is snatched in an instant. Lightning flashes and the silhouette of Wizardmon can be seen through the sliding glass door.*
*Flashback to a barren mountain range. There lays a large pile of rubble outside of a cavern. The masked man's feet can be seen walking towards the rubble. A dark red aura surrounds the rubble, and suddenly an arm raises out. The masked man tosses the helmet into his hand. Wizardmon's eye can be seen watching from within the cavern as a crow flies out.*
*Flashback to a shady bar, focusing on a large armored man sitting at the bar depressed and downtrodden. A fight breaks out and the man is shoved, spilling his beer. The man's eyebrows flare with intensity as he decks one of them in the face with a left hook and sends them collapsing to the floor. The drunk's friends surround the man, ready to attack, when suddenly a dark blur jets across the room, slicing the drunks in half. The remaining patron shriek in terror as the masked man stands there holding a bloody claw in his hand. The blood slowly drips down onto the floor. The masked man approaches the patron and shows him a picture of a young girl with dark hair. The patron collapses to his knees with tears in his eyes, gazing up at the masked man. Wizardmon can be seen sitting off to the side hiding in the shadows.*
There wasn't much Wizardmon could do about it. Someone is rounding up all kinds of scoundrels. After the wizard met his fate at the hands of a sorceress, he was doomed to roam as little more than a specter. He is also the only one capable of regenerating Piedmon as a Digi Egg, but is unable to perform the ritual as a spirit. Wizardmon pokes his head out from the billboard and sees the masked man talking to Gazimon and Tsukaimon. The man gives them each a bag of coins, as the Digimon cackle with glee. The man uses a device on his wrist to open up a dark red portal, and the three of them disappear.
"Shit monkey, they are gone! It's going to be hard to track him down again."
Wizardmon steps out from behind cover and sulks in the alley. The wizard is caught off guard when the masked man returns through a portal and directs his attention to the wizard.
"You there! Why have you been following me all this time? Am I that interesting to you?"
"G'yeh! What makes you think I was following you?"
"Pathetic. Dying hasn't been good for you, Wizardmon. You are but a shell of your former self, old man. No more do you mystic riddles echo in my skull. You are but a memory, still clinging onto the past."
"Ouch. Says the man who is going around digging up any corpse that will do. No pebble is too small to turn in pursuit of your goals. The question is, what are you up to?"
"You'll find out when everyone else does. What you won't find is peace."
The masked man extends his arm out as dark energy begins to rise. The energy spirals around the man's finger before shooting through the air towards the bakery. The blast combusts and a large fire breaks out.
"Gasp! The muffins!"
"You can't save anyone. You couldn't even save yourself. Just fade away, wizard."
The masked man once again disappears via portal. Wizardmon rushes over towards the fire. He raises his staff and aims it at the base of the flames. A trickle of water drips down the top of the staff.
"Sod it, I'm of no use in this condition."
Wizardmon hears cries and screams coming from inside. The Digimon outside are in a panic, but there's no one around that is strong enough to fight the inferno.
The streets of Terminus City are packed as Digimon go about their day. The merchants push their wares on potential buyers while the smell of freshly baked muffins flows from the bakery. Alone atop a building made of steel stands a cloaked figure basking in the sunlight. The lone sorcerer Wizardmon cowers under his hood, his trademark wizard hat left in the past. He gazes down at the city streets below.
"So many Digimon, so many destinies left to be fulfilled."
A particular individual catches Wizardmon's eye. A tall masked figure clad in dark leather stalks through the streets at a quick pace. He glides down the street with the ease of a ship sailing through calm waters. Wizardmon recognizes the man.
"Could it be? You've been very busy."
The masked man takes a sharp turn down a narrow alley. The aging wizard takes a deep breath as his cloak blows in the wind. He is surrounded by a pink glyph and teleports down to the alley, hiding behind a billboard advertising popsicles.
"Wizardmon, am I, the faithful and loyal servant of Lord Piedmon. At least I was once, as were you. Such promise, such power, wasted on a broken soul. Yet here you are, filling your ranks. I have been watching you, young one."
"It all started when Lord Piedmon died, his carcass strung out across the jagged earth. Without Piedmon's power, the beast locked away in the Dark Fortress' dungeon was unleashed upon the world once again. Since then, you've been building an army."
*Flashback to a shot of Ravenna's dorm room. The camera pans across the dirty room as a dark shadow can be seen cast upon the wall. The camera rotates until it focuses on a gold helmet sitting upon a desk. The shadow approaches the helmet and it is snatched in an instant. Lightning flashes and the silhouette of Wizardmon can be seen through the sliding glass door.*
*Flashback to a barren mountain range. There lays a large pile of rubble outside of a cavern. The masked man's feet can be seen walking towards the rubble. A dark red aura surrounds the rubble, and suddenly an arm raises out. The masked man tosses the helmet into his hand. Wizardmon's eye can be seen watching from within the cavern as a crow flies out.*
*Flashback to a shady bar, focusing on a large armored man sitting at the bar depressed and downtrodden. A fight breaks out and the man is shoved, spilling his beer. The man's eyebrows flare with intensity as he decks one of them in the face with a left hook and sends them collapsing to the floor. The drunk's friends surround the man, ready to attack, when suddenly a dark blur jets across the room, slicing the drunks in half. The remaining patron shriek in terror as the masked man stands there holding a bloody claw in his hand. The blood slowly drips down onto the floor. The masked man approaches the patron and shows him a picture of a young girl with dark hair. The patron collapses to his knees with tears in his eyes, gazing up at the masked man. Wizardmon can be seen sitting off to the side hiding in the shadows.*
There wasn't much Wizardmon could do about it. Someone is rounding up all kinds of scoundrels. After the wizard met his fate at the hands of a sorceress, he was doomed to roam as little more than a specter. He is also the only one capable of regenerating Piedmon as a Digi Egg, but is unable to perform the ritual as a spirit. Wizardmon pokes his head out from the billboard and sees the masked man talking to Gazimon and Tsukaimon. The man gives them each a bag of coins, as the Digimon cackle with glee. The man uses a device on his wrist to open up a dark red portal, and the three of them disappear.
"Shit monkey, they are gone! It's going to be hard to track him down again."
Wizardmon steps out from behind cover and sulks in the alley. The wizard is caught off guard when the masked man returns through a portal and directs his attention to the wizard.
"You there! Why have you been following me all this time? Am I that interesting to you?"
"G'yeh! What makes you think I was following you?"
"Pathetic. Dying hasn't been good for you, Wizardmon. You are but a shell of your former self, old man. No more do you mystic riddles echo in my skull. You are but a memory, still clinging onto the past."
"Ouch. Says the man who is going around digging up any corpse that will do. No pebble is too small to turn in pursuit of your goals. The question is, what are you up to?"
"You'll find out when everyone else does. What you won't find is peace."
The masked man extends his arm out as dark energy begins to rise. The energy spirals around the man's finger before shooting through the air towards the bakery. The blast combusts and a large fire breaks out.
"Gasp! The muffins!"
"You can't save anyone. You couldn't even save yourself. Just fade away, wizard."
The masked man once again disappears via portal. Wizardmon rushes over towards the fire. He raises his staff and aims it at the base of the flames. A trickle of water drips down the top of the staff.
"Sod it, I'm of no use in this condition."
Wizardmon hears cries and screams coming from inside. The Digimon outside are in a panic, but there's no one around that is strong enough to fight the inferno.