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Post by D-Reaper Scout on Sept 21, 2020 13:33:25 GMT
So really, the situation the group had was between dealing with the 'knowns' and the 'unknowns' of the situation. Perhaps as they were, even without Connor, they would be able to handle the situation on the floor below - though they would be without the one who was able to reprogram the Machinedramon and the BishopChessmon above.
As for the questions asked to him? Connor would oblige them at varying levels:
”I’ll ask a simple question then. What do you want with this phenomenon if you mean to control it?"
"I can't delve into specifics. But long-term, once I am done 'reprogramming' the base of this tower, you shouldn't see or notice any significant changes to the desert. You can think of it as someone doing 'administrative repair' to the area - if that makes sense." Those last few words made it sound like he was speaking in a more technical sense. Maybe it wasn't a coincidence that the machines were the ones to figure 'this' out first - whatever 'this' even was.
"Speaking of which, are you aware of any possible... 'incidents' outside of the tower itself that the general public don't know about? Like, bystanders being bribed to keep quiet about whatever the hell's going on here?"
"It wouldn't surprise me if such individuals exist - which is why I don't know. I didn't bother investigating the town, as it would risk exposing my presence." It made sense, and really, no member of the group here knew what was happening in the town to begin with.
"How did you shut down that Machinedramon though? Man, that was awesome. Do they have a weak spot that anyone can get to if they know where it is?"
"Well," Connor gave a small smile, "Were it so easy, I would tell you all how. To clarify, all of the Digimon of the tower we've seen up to this point are 'fake' - or, more accurately, you can think of them as part of the tower itself. All I am doing is exploiting the weakness in my enemy's ability to code... hm..." How to explain it to a Digimon? "... You can basically think of it as me guessing your tamer's cell phone password."
Mae, however, opted not to ask a question at all, but to seek the facts by her own means. What would a quick gaze into the future reveal?
"But for your first foray, wasn't this rather close, 'Connor'?
The voice that Mae had heard when she had last looked to the future echoed through once more. "Look at you, unable to even speak plainly. If your goal of stability is so noble, then why didn't you share it with the group?"
"Think of it as a matter of scale. If they understood just how powerful the gate was, they might seek to-"
"Use it for their own ends? Without considering the consequences?" The figure continued to chuckle in the darkness. "I wonder if your own goal is sustainable. Or even if it is, maybe someone in this world has a nobler cause..." Vague, at best, and damning at worst. But as it was, Mae's future sight seemed almost fixated at this point, this conversation, only peeling new pieces of information out of it. Was Mae's ability to see fate trying to guide her, or was she simply rolling the wrong set of dice to actually get an answer?
Future attempts would only bring up this same event, at least for the time being. As it was, the Wizardmon would give a sigh, moving to the front of the group. "It seems we've at least tentatively reached an agreement to keep on going. If I know one thing, I'd rather have someone who can manipulate the tower itself on our side - and this tower can't remain standing, one way or another. Someone durable, take the lead, and we'll follow on the way down..." The bottom floor.
Connor had that much right: following the ramp down, the group would finally see just what was on the base of the tower. But what they saw here was in complete contrast to the almost sterile environment above: the floor was riddled with thick wires and cords, the walls themselves lined with electrical equipment that blinked with a myriad of almost indistinguishable lights. All of this was hooked to a massive server in the back of the room, to a large screen that parsed and moved with hundreds upon hundreds of lines of Digital Code.
And right in front of it, facing that screen, was a single machine Digimon.
His palms tensed, wires that were hooked to the server retreating to his hands. And, slowly, the HiAndromon turned, facing the group that had just reached the bottom of the ramp.
"... On one front and the next, all the other cities have done is try and meddle in our business..." The HiAndromon almost seemed to growl with anger. "Why can't you lot just leave well enough alone? Get out. None of what happens here concerns you anyway."
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Post by Deleted on Sept 21, 2020 15:20:44 GMT
The other questions that were posed certainly were of interest to the cresgarurumon. But they weren’t the most pressing in her opinion. But the fact that he was able to control such a beast so easily did not fill her with relief. In fact it worried her a little bit. If he could do that to them… what was stopping him from doing it to the group he was working with?
But her eyes rested on the pair that asked the next question; they certainly had the right to ask this and she wanted to know the answer just as much as the next. The silence of mae didn’t really go unnoticed either; but maybe she was just deep in reflection? She wouldn’t bother the cat and simply would leave them be.
Bellamy’s question was something that… well from what Silence knew; most machine digimon probably had a weakspot but she didn’t think this was standard. So she once again just simply waited to hear what connor had to say.
He couldn’t delve into specifics. That part had wolf resting her hand on her sword’s hilt. Her eyes staring hard at him for a moment; why did she feel just so out of sorts with this? She couldn’t explain it and that last part didn’t really make sense to her. She wasn’t the smart kind; not in that sense. She’d shake her head slowly.
”I’ll be frank with you connor; it’s hard to trust you but honestly I don’t see any other way to go about all of this. So don’t make me regret this. I’m not the smartest mon on the block and I honestly don’t understand what you mean there.”
The cresgarurumon shrugged; technical jargon was beyond her. She didn’t understand coding like that; it was something she’d have to correct later. Not knowing basics of multiple things would eventually rear up and bite her in the ass.
But his explanations were simple enough to grasp and it still just… didn’t sit right with her. Hearing the end of it the cresgarurumon turned her attention to the wizardmon. She was resigned to have to listen to this individual given that he was the rep from their city right? So hearing that ‘someone durable’ needed to take the lead silence didn’t even hesitate. She was pretty much close to the stairs anyways.
Reaching the bottom floor the cresgarurumon’s gaze worked its way around. Taking in everything that she was greeted with. It reminded her of where a lot of mons kept their bits in the digital world equivelant of banks. She’d furrow her brow when she noticed the HiAndromon. He had been still; oddly so... So the silence hadn’t immediately noticed him. She’d tense and her hands dropped down to either of her swords.
”A city of machines crops up in the middle of the desert with a huge tower and you don’t think the powers that be would send folks to investigate? But sure we’ll turn right around and go back the way we came. Maybe hit up a gift shop or two on the way if that’s alright with you boss.”
Silence jerked a thumb behind her; the sheer amount of sarcasm in her voice was the sort that you could find in those corny action movies that you’d watch at eleven at night with a friend or family member when you needed a good giggle…
But the wolf wasn’t laughing; there wasn’t a smile on her lips and her eyes had their target. This mon must have been responsible for everything here. Given the way it operated and had sentience compared to the other three. Which meant he was either the boss, extremely dangerous… or just the symptom of a larger problem.
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Post by Kenny O'Hara and Skadi on Sept 24, 2020 2:54:27 GMT
The more the two listened to Connor's many, many answers to the group's questions, the more questions both Kenny and Skadi found themselves piling upon themselves about just who Connor truly was. If at the very least, his admittance to keeping a low profile on the outside, while practically clever, just led way to more concerns, not just on the tower itself. The two Machinedramon they defeated earlier were just, for a lack of a better term, 'puppets' of the tower?
Whatever the answer, Kenny just shuffled his hands into his pockets to keep warm, and sighed a little, "I understand, Connor. It's just... I'm honestly surprised that, on the way here, we haven't been jumped by at least one woo-woo, tinfoil hat wearing, conspiracy theorist or cult member claiming this tower somehow fits into their very specific end times prediction and how we need to 'repent, sinner' or something."
All the while, Skadi's concerned eyes glazed onto Mae, lost in thought. Was she OK? She seemed lost in thought for... something. She dared not interrupt.
With nothing else to worry about, at least for now, they would make their way downstairs, trailing after Silence's overbearing CresGarurumon form...
"Jesus Christ, what a mess..." Kenny whispered to no-one in particular as he glanced around the base. While he stood with Skadi, he trailed behind the rest of the group, just to keep on guard. But even through the mess, they could spot the lone HiAndromon, sticking out like a sore thumb upon the pigsty of a sever room.
While the HiAndromon's remarks were a cause for concern, they knew better than to charge ahead. Rather, Skadi would stand on guard, clutching her battleaxe in case things went south. Following up upon Silence's sarcastic comment, but standing behind her for good measure, he'd address the mighty machine, "I know you're upset, but my friend here is right. This tower has been a bit of a cause of concern for many residents here because they don't really know it's true purpose, and you guys have honestly been more than a little mum on the whole manner."
"Truth be told, we don't want to resort to violence, and we certainly don't want to hurt you, but we need you to answer: why is this tower here, and what's the whole purpose behind it's existence in the first place." The look on his and Skadi's face would tell the HiAndromon that, indeed, they didn't want to stoop to violence that easily, yet they couldn't just leave well enough alone.
A gut feeling in Kenny, however, just told him to expect the worse.
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Post by Colin, Luke & Bellamy on Oct 5, 2020 11:02:14 GMT
Colin, Luke and Bellamy considered the answers Connor provided. To the first, well, as long as he didn't intend harm to the digital world or the human world, that was fine with them. None of them were familiar with the nearby town either.
However, the three of them looked in surprise as Connor revealed that the digimon in this tower were fake, and thus more vulnerable to being taken over. Luke frowned at this.
"This is worrying. A tower full of hostile yet fake digimon? I reckon we're in the middle of someone's nasty plans here. Hopefully we can figure it out and thwart it in time."
With that conversation concluded, it seemed that they would continue onward toward the base of the tower. Luke and Bellamy still had their guns out, but didn't feel the need to raise them yet.
They arrived on the floor, astonished at all of the exposed electronics, as opposed to the clean panels of the previous floor. They supposed that this meant they weren't expected to come down this far, or that this was the base of operations for the tower. The HiAndromon present seemed irritated at their presence, and told them to leave.
The trio had little to add here, Kenny and Silence pretty much stating their positions. Bellamy would add "Sorry, I don't buy this Free Real Estate excuse. Let's just discuss who you are and what you're doin' here with this tower." the Astamon said. "That's a reasonable enough conversation, ain't it?"
Colin meanwhile watched the scene carefully. They had already been attacked by two Machinedramon, he had enough reason to think that hostilities could resume rather quickly if they didn't take care.
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Post by Mae on Oct 8, 2020 20:23:38 GMT
For whatever it had been worth, the gift of foresight was at least offering clear-ish visions for Mae's use. While Connor answered questions, she would seek her own through her own gifts, her own ability.
For the Fatebreaker saw all strands.
She had heard one of the voices the last time, but another she could plainly recognize, in the form of Connor. There was a term being used...A gate. Gate. What was it? What did it even mean? It seemed like this was the same point in time she had seen last time, so...what all was going on here?
Mae's one answer was simple. Not enough information. Had to keep moving. She snapped back to reality, as an agreement seemed to have been reached. "Good, good...I suppose it does...make sense that these are fake. They seemed to go down quicker than what I know of most Machinedramon." Terrifying behemoths, often one half of a Milleniummon. Trouble, all around.
While the floors above had the cleanliness and sterility of a operating room, the floors below were anything but that, for there were enough wires around here to make an IT guy weep at the poor cable management. And yet, there was more. Equipment. And a server. All operated by one HiAndromon.
Assumedly, the mastermind.
"I'm sorry, I'm afraid we cannot abscond. A tower that seemed to appear overnight is cause enough for concern for just about anyone and everyone, so, I, and my allies, would be glad if you would explain what it is that happened here. What -made- the tower? I understand why you'd be upset, but there's a lot going on here..."
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Post by D-Reaper Scout on Oct 8, 2020 22:39:28 GMT
"Hmph."
The HiAndromon openly scoffed at the CresGarurumon's sarcastic comment. Immediately, it appeared that she wouldn't be one who could be reasoned with - but the rest of them seemed to be willing to discuss, one-sided though their intent might be. Even the Wizardmon sought to speak up, tipping his hat in the metal monster's direction.
"As my colleagues have already said, sudden shifts in power and structure like this are hardly going to be ignored. But, I will say this right now, the form seems odd." The Wizardmon looked around the room. "There's enough exposed wiring here that my research partner would be appalled. But that aside, why deal with the tower at all? In such a low priority area like the desert, surely a more subtle approach would have been more amicable?"
"Hmph." The HiAndromon shook his head. "It's as simple as this. An opportunity fell into my lap to build the city of my dreams - our dreams. This tower serves as the city's communications device and primary line of defense. That I would defend myself against intruders - who thought it wise to break into the BASE of this tower - should come as no surprise."
As potentially expected, the HiAndromon didn't overplay his hand. How was the tower made? What did it come from? The machine didn't even entertain those questions. And, in this potentially-peaceful group, there was one who had already resolved himself to action: Connor.
"Those are curiously strong words for one making something from what they just tripped over." The odd 'human' raised his staff in front of him: "This Tower is rife with imperfections, something constructed in a rush. You speak of founding a city, and yet here you are, hiding in the shadows - "
A crack of lightning. The HiAndromon's arm was raised, a powerful electrical bolt fired forth, flicking the staff right out of Connor's hand. At this point, the strange guest honestly seemed stunned, Connor taking a step back as smoke steamed from the HiAndromon's hand.
"Time and time again." The machine managed to reign himself in from 'pressing his luck' further, for the moment. "Why should I be the one to back down, to hand these reigns over to your lot? Maybe the only reason I'm even taking this risk, doing it from the shadows?"
"What if that was the only option?"
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Post by Kenny O'Hara and Skadi on Oct 8, 2020 23:55:57 GMT
'The city of our dreams'? The almost immediate verbal backspace coming from the HiAndromon already started to raise a few red flags for both Kenny and Skadi. Yet, even as Connor's biting words back to the machine would only be met with a dangerous looking warning shot, forcing the two to also step back, his words still lingered; why was he so concerned with the Tower's 'imperfections' in the first place?
Regardless, they knew that the HiAndromon stood adamant to his cause. And that warning shot alone was more than enough warning not to upset them. Kenny could only bite his lip as he felt his heart nearly jump out of his chest, words quickly failing him. Letting out a concerned sigh, the Kheimon would take a single step forward, looking the HiAndrmon directly into his eyes as she sheathed her battle axe.
"Like Kenny said, we're not here to fight you" A calm, collected, but determined look could be seen on Skadi's face as she addressed the HiAndromon, "We'd be more than happy to live in peace with you and your people if you gave us a chance to do so. Why do you feel that you need to operate in the shadows just to pull off your dream city? I'm sure there'd be plenty of people out there that could help you make your dream come true."
A simple question, yes, but no less important. Just why was he so willing to stick to his guns and not reveal anything at all about the Tower?
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Post by Deleted on Oct 13, 2020 0:18:52 GMT
Silence gave a small shrug; her sarcastic remark wasn’t exactly leaving her very open to discussion but she didn’t seem to move an inch. Taking a more defensive stance. Either hand on the swords that remained sheathed at her hips. Her eyes flicked around as though processing the locale that she figured they’d be fighting in.
An ear flicked and she’d glance over to the wizardmon; he had a point there. This place was… definitely unsafe. Even someone who didn’t know this sort of stufffelt a little out of sorts. But the HiAndromon’s response had the cresgarurumon thinking. If ‘our’ meant them and another group the wolf had to wonder… who were the others?
”Gonna presume that the ‘other’s’ don’t mean the city and someone else.”
But then the lightning bolt cracked out and struck that staff out of connors hand. Causing the cresgarurumon to flick her sword out of it’s sheathe. She might not have trust in connor but he still was an ally for all intents and purposes.
”There’s always another option one doesn’t see and there’s always an option that you don’t like. In your case you believe the only option was in the shadows. If you had been up and front about all of this maybe the other cities would have reigned themselves in a bit.”
Silence shook her head and thumbed along the sword that still rested in her sheathe; were they really going to do this? At the bottom of this tower? Silence wasn’t sure if it was wise to fight this guy here and now? Something felt off to her and she didn’t know why…
”That being said… I’m pretty sure none of us want a fight here. Even if you knocked the staff outta Big C’s hands over here.”
Silence jerked a thumb at connor and took a single step forward; this peace talk was nice and all but she had a feeling that the HiAndromon wasn’t going to give them what they wanted…
”So why not just tell us what we wanna know? You lose literally nothing from talking a little bit.”
There was something oddly poetic about reaching out one hand while holding a sword in another...
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Post by Colin, Luke & Bellamy on Oct 16, 2020 10:22:46 GMT
Colin, Luke and Bellamy listened to what the HiAndromon had to say, and the three of them flinched when he made the action of zapping the staff out of Connor's hand. Colin gripped his digivice, ready to evolve his partners back to their maximum level if the situation called for it, but for the moment, held back, knowing that it at least was some leverage in this discussion.
They awaited the effect of Skadi's words, then Silence's. Both raised good points in their opinion. Both Luke and Bellamy were willing to react in however their partner wanted, but for now, Colin was willing to continue talking.
"Please, HiAndromon, let's just talk this over for now?" Colin asked, trying to sound gentle. "We just want peace in the digital world. We're aware of the mistakes and wars that happened in the past, but, this isn't right, to make a surprise strike back against those that aren't even linked to those that wronged you in the past."
Colin hoped that he was on the right wavelength here. He made one last prompting question. "What do you want to happen here? You've raised a tower, filled it with machinations, what do you want out of this?"
The young man hoped that his input was helpful here.
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Post by Mae on Oct 20, 2020 23:02:41 GMT
"Why the hell would that be the only option? People are more reasonable than you're making them out to be, HiAndromon." The Rasielmon piped up after HiAndromon had finished. She had heard that speech. Yet that single moment, that conversation would keep popping up in her head. Where would it come from? What would lead to it?
"It is as Skadi says. Why must you operate in the shadows? What exactly is the Gate? What purpose does it serve?" Finally, she would make use of the knowledge she had gleaned in the vision. The gate. What was it. What was it.
"What sort of city would you even raise from it?" Rapid firing questions seemed to run in the family, but that was a matter unrelated to here. "...Please understand that I'm only trying to figure things out here, of course. Everyone here is." But he didn't need to know that already, did he?
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Post by D-Reaper Scout on Oct 22, 2020 20:47:33 GMT
"... Tch."
There was a reason that Connor set out to do this alone from the start. Right now, he could feel the leverage he had in this situation slipping away - even if no-one trusted the HiAndromon fully, the machine sounded like he had the more sympathetic argument. And with the extra pieces not unilaterally on his side, this odd man couldn't act rashly. As the rest of the group spoke, he'd collect his staff from the mess of tangled wires - lucky that he even could, really - as he'd listen to the rest of the group.
Skadi's question was one that was actually simple for the HiAndromon to answer: "What I have found here is akin to a gold mine. It can be this city's greatest asset - but only to the extent we can ensure its secrecy. Surely you understand keeping your good cards close to your chest?"
Shady, yes, but perhaps no more than a normal city manager. Right now, the machine's eyes were largely focused on Silence, the only one who had thought to raise arms against him since the human. Colin's and Mae's questions came next.
"... Gate? Is that what its called?" The HiAndromon's eyes settled on the feline. "Purpose is an odd word, but its function - as I use it - is to create the tower. The city I'd make is one suited to the needs of mechanical Digimon - "
"... Enough of this." Connor finally found his voice - words finally coming to mind, his harsher tone quickly gaining the machine's attention. "The more you rely on this 'Gate', the more you put at risk. To amass such a following a mere few hours after the Gates were activated..."
Connor stayed silent for a moment. As something just seemed to 'click' in his head in that moment. An out? A wild guess? What he said next was with absolute certainty - even if he couldn't confirm it was true:
"Are the machines in the city right now really there because they want to be? Or is it because they have to be?"
"Hmph. Such an accusation." The HiAndromon, with barely a whirr, turned it right back around: "It seems you already got one there who understands what a 'Gate' is. And he's left you all in the dark?"
"Ah, before you get the wrong thought in your head, this expedition is my project. Interesting as this 'Gate' thing is, our friend here is little more than a hitchhiker who invited himself on midway." The Wizardmon shook his head. "And I'm more interested in you actually answering our questions."
"..." The HiAndromon paused. And Connor's question remained hung in the air, unanswered.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 30, 2020 1:53:27 GMT
Silence found herself frowning a bit as the hiandromon didn’t even seem to register her past the drawing of one of her blades. She’d stare right back at him; not bothering to put it away at this point. What was he expecting them to do? Turn right around and just let him do what he wanted? She thought not.
Secrecy and a ‘gold mine?’
That was a weird way of putting this phenomenon; she didn’t particularly trust this hi-andromon’s answers nor did she particularly trust the human that was with them. But at least he did more or less answer their questions rather than skirt around the fact.
She’d stand there quietly for a few moments; ears flicking as connor spoke. So the longer that the hi-andromon did this the more of a problem this could be? That seemed like good enough of a reason as any to work against this hi-andromon. But the machine’s answers were pretty damning in themselves; it was a toss up on who was actually a good person to go with.
Normally she’d want to take some time to sort of feel out the situation but if that was really the case they had to act. They had to do something. She’d turn her head and her other hand slid her second sword out of it’s sheathe. She felt at this point that a conflict was inevitable.
”He doesn’t plan on answering our questions obviously. ‘Secrecy’ my thrice sovereign damned ass. You hide down here so you can more or less make the others your pawns and lord knows how long it’s going to take you before it starts affecting other mons that aren’t mechanical.”
She’d take a step forward; her swords at the ready. A growl rolling through her chest; if connor was telling the truth they’d fix all of this but they’d need to remove the mon that was in front of them from power.
”Look Mr. Toaster, just give us some answers that actually do it for us and we might leave her satisfied. You already probably know the alternative.”
Silence gave a shrug; she was ready to throw down with this sorry excuse of a kitchen appliance...
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Post by Kenny O'Hara and Skadi on Nov 12, 2020 5:42:51 GMT
"..." As much as Skadi hated to admit it, the HiAndromon did raise a good point, and she knew that she couldn't retort to that as easily as she would had liked. She could only sigh quietly, tilting her head down as her fingers drummed upon the handle of the axe. It was a smart move, she had to concede, and she knew that, peacefully or otherwise, he wasn't going to let slip valuable information without a (hopefully metaphorical) fight.
Or at least, not so much a fight as an uphill struggle just to milk even the most minute detail out of him .
But the sudden harsh tone Connor snapped back at the towering machination at... Kenny could only step back a little, not wanting to end up in a potential crossfire that seemingly threatened to boil between the Mega-level Digimon and the superhuman. But the more Connor spoke, the more... odd details he let slip come to light.
The HiAndromon was, and to put it bluntly, right. How did Connor know what was a 'Gate' to begin with? And why did he stay mum about the details? Already Kenny's mind was weighing up the options: either ask Connor what the hell was a 'Gate', in the context of the whole Tower hullaballoo, or stay quiet, at least for now.
Maybe it was better to wait for a bit before popping such a sudden question and throwing everything off whack by mistake.
In the meantime, Skadi returned her gaze back to the HiAndromon, "I know why you want to keep the details of this place a secret, and I can understand that. But our friends here have a good reason to be worried. And like I said, we don't want to resort to violence so easily. But would you blame us for being concerned about the potential going-ons in and around the tower? And the influences upon the residents, intentionally or otherwise? We just need you to work with us, and we want to trust that you're doing the right thing. Not just by you, or us, or even the entirety of Rustport, but the whole Digital World."
Again her fingers quietly drummed on the axe handle, but it was simply more of a way to ignore the nerves eating away at her as time seemingly slowed to a crawl for her.
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Post by Colin, Luke & Bellamy on Nov 18, 2020 10:37:47 GMT
So... the HiAndromon wanted to create a paradise for Machine digimon? Well, of course, that was a noble goal, all sentient beings would want to seek paradise for themselves, but at what cost?
However, the hostilities in the air seemed to be too much to be tolerable. When Silence drew her sword, Colin once again raised his digivice, evolving his partners. Not to their Super Mega levels from earlier, but to their Mega forms - Beelzemon and Fulminomon. This time, it was Luke that spoke.
"I'm sorry that we've had to bring this level of threat to you, but, you haven't been answering all our questions." the Magnamon-Elecmon variant said. "We will not strike if you don't, but, if leaving you and this place to its own devices means suffering to the innocent, we can't allow that. So please, tell us that what you intend here won't result in that."
"Yeah, what he said." Bellamy agreed, the Beelzemon not raising his guns yet, but flexed his hand as he indicated he was prepared for a sudden strike.
Colin meanwhile kept his distance from the deepening conflict. Yes, he would back his partners up if needed, but, being just a mere human in a hostile environment against a Mega level digimon, it was difficult to keep a brave stance.
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Post by Mae on Nov 28, 2020 4:42:12 GMT
A wonderful point. "...Or, were they just born?" Mae decided to put that question in the air. An addition to Connor's question. It was easy for her to see that the situation was beginning to deteriorate, and at this rate, it was going to be tough to glean any useful information outside of what she already had.
"HiAndromon. While I understand why you perceive there to be a requirement for secrecy, it's...detrimental to the now. My group's patience is growing thin. And before you make some retort about your own patience, I'd like to point to the thrice-stated fact of the matter in that you have not answered our questions. Only given vague responses. Work with us. Give us some actual answers, lest I show you what it means to struggle against inevitability."
Mae did not need to draw any weapons. Mae did not need to draw upon her full power just yet. The Fatebreaker simply stood, hands behind her back. Leveling a stare that could instill fear in the immaterial.
The now, the present was what she was focusing on. She could likely ask Connor more regarding the Gates if they survived this. But right now?
Something had to give.
Something had to yield.
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