MPC: 69A - " A Dreadful Christmas Story..."

Winter Solstice, Christmas, Yule... whatever culture, spiritual circle of mere name claimed these festive times for themselves had never been of concern to Cion. Throughout the ages, solely her family and friends had been of importance during the holidays. The celebration of mutual affection and appreciation was a wonderful concept to the silver fennec, even if it was often enshrouded by ludicrous commercialism and bizarre competitions for the best presents. Such materialism, for someone whose heart was already beaming with the love of her kin, was utterly purportless.

Regardless, to assure she would see rapt grins on the faces of her beloved nephews and nieces, extravagant gifts were of course prepared. However, before the well-heeled aunt was ready to leave the base of Nexus for Rosewood, a couple of hours remained for her to savor the view and ambiance. Mostly serving as a mentor for the young, insecure and inexperienced members and visitors these days, the ancient sentinel had found contentment in her role as an adviser to the leader of the organization - Zaber.

Oddly enough, it was this dreamy, overambitious lad who had successfully allowed her to regain a sense of individual and universal realism. It had taken great mental effort, plenty of adventures and many moments of self-reflection to recognize and cast aside her frenetic pursuit of global perfectionism, but she had done so eventually. Though knowing that there was a lot of darkness in the digital world, light prevailed to guard its fosterlings nonetheless. And perhaps, with unyielding dedication, her dreams for a better future were possible to become a reality. No matter how long it took, the improvement of everyone's lives was a worthwhile goal to pursue - naturally with moderation.

Once again lost to her thoughts, the restrained Arniomon's ears ultimately peaked upon hearing the voices of aforementioned boy and his nameless partner. Evidently they were arguing, as they did routinely. Chuckling, she wondered whose side she had to pick on this illuminated evening. Thankfully, given that it was rather rare, it was easy for her to support Mr. Scyrer's esteem for communities and bonds. "Verily." She chimed in, gladly displaying her agreement with a confident smile and her signature ladylike poise and grace.

Slowly yet purposively striding towards the duo, she folded her arms and too beheld the humongous tree in the center of this upcoming festivity. Although automation indeed undid some of the joy of Noel, Cion was nevertheless glad that she did not have to contribute to this party in a physical way. Taking care of one undertaking was arduous - perish the thought what two could do to anybody. "Don't be silly, dear. You're as much a jungle cat as I live in burrows." She quipped with a kind chuckle; obviously finding the comparison between digimons and Earth's animals to be far-fetched at best.

"Happy Holidays to thee as well, Mr. Scryer." Cion replied with vociferous kindness, obviously glad to return the pleasantries she received from those she considered acquaintances and friends. Oddly enough, the lad's partner appeared rather reluctant to respond to her jest, though that was hardly surprising given his unperturbed, somewhat serious nature. Shrugging, she simply decided to drop the topic and instead focused on what her interlocutor sought so say. Ultimately and as stated before, it was easy for her to agree with the sentiments that were voiced. Affection was always worth celebrating.

Noticing the people beginning to fill the local, she was slightly surprised to see the nameless Blackwargreymon and Gankoomon joining the festivities as well - Although mostly due to the former guardian. Then again, after a brief moment of contemplation, their presence made perfect sense. Who else to assure a smooth flow of this event than the mightiest warriors of Nexus - excluding her as the adviser for everyone on every matter of course. However, she had no intention of bragging, nor - perish the thought - regard them as something less then her. Such brazenness was utterly unbecoming for a lady of her grace and poise.

Speaking of negative things, it was at this point that the restrained Arniomon indeed noticed the mistletoe looming over her pupil's head. Among the entire population of digimons who traversed this realm, she was one of the few who were ancient and sufficiently well-versed to know that this piece of flora was not meant to indicate a potential challenger. After all, it was trivial to conclude that fighting during these times of love and kinship was ridiculous. A good kiss she certainly preferred any day. Yet few had her ken, hence she knew that she had to act fast, but with tact.

Focusing her volition, the unassuming ascendant chose to utilize an extremely weak form of her ability to warp space-time. "Don't move - keep quiet - trust me, please." Cion instructed hastily and in hushed whispers. Hopefully, the student was once again willing to heed his mentor. A faint, barely translucent aura engulfed the boy and her eyes. Softly lifting him an inch off the ground, it was her desire to place him only a couple of important steps away from potentially grave danger.

Oh dear goodness... why did the lad so often refuse to heed her advice and trust her actions? All Zaber had to do was remain still and let her fix the issue that was his current position. Neither pain nor exertion on his part were involved in this brief undertaking. But even that was too much to ask - an unpleasant reminder of the many endeavors in which her words had fallen on deaf ears. The sole thing keeping Cion's frustration at bay was the success of Nexus, but sometimes she felt as if her ken, once cherished, was dismissed these days.

Thankfully, the BlackWargreymon was savvy enough to grasp that clashing with his superior, and a frail human for that matter, was insane and moved on. Letting out a sigh of relief at first, her intention to explain to the boy what was going on was prevented by the sudden appearance of Gankoomon. The brawny digimon was without doubt a handsome, chummy and upstanding individual, but regrettably also a bit daft. Usually, that was of absolutely no concern and added to his charm, but tonight this was rather detrimental. Everyone had seen the mistletoe - it was already too late.

Though somewhat upset that she was ignored, Mr. Scryer's problem at hand was far more urgent than adequate mannerisms and politeness. Biting her lower lip, she hastily contemplated an idea on how to dissolve the situation that both parties likely misunderstood. Although destined to be an amusing memory, she preferred to avoid an escalation and conflict. Fortunately, the atypically holy knight provided her, accidentally so, the perfect assist to set the record straight.

"Excuse you." The vulpine fennec spoke vociferously, yet with her signature calm and poise in her voice and stance. Folding her arms, the bipedal, small fox gave the Virus Buster a piercing, disapproving glance before hovering upwards to meet him at eye level. "Would you care to repeat what you just said?" She continued firmly with a raised eyebrow, curious to see if the muscular, admittedly powerful Mega had the guts (or inanity) to insult her like this again.


Despite being a lady of grace, she was at least sevenfold the man he was. Or had he forgotten that...?

In a bizarre sense, the redraft of the nameless Gankoomon's previous statement actually soothed Cion's chagrin. There was no doubt that she appreciated genuine apologies and displays of courtesy. Smiling contently and nodding approvingly, it was only after a few seconds that she realized her mistake, recognizing that her own feelings were not of concern during this endeavor. Mr Scryer was by chance still in grave danger, for a human was simply incapable of physically engaging a Mega. Biting her lower lip, she witnessed the situation unfolding, contemplating another idea on how to avoid a clash.

Thankfully, though filled with vociferous shouts, anxiety and confusion, Zaber's words eventually reached the brawny guardian of Nexus, causing him to refrain himself from stepping outside and dealing likely lethal injuries to the poor lad. Fortunately, the question the Holy Knight posed was one that the composed fennec was capable of answering with ease. Turning to him with her signature poise, she pointed at the mistletoe to focus the attention to the object and away from Zachary.

"It's a symbol of affection. Those standing beneath it are encouraged to share a kiss - usually between males and females. But as you know, digimons don't have genders - at least not in the way humans understand. That is perhaps why its meaning was changed to something every digital creature knows instinctively - combat." She explained calmly and kindly, hoping this explication sufficed to end the encounter peacefully.

Speaking of which - why in the dimension has Shadow not intervened?