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Post by Diego Lacosta Santos on Aug 30, 2020 22:09:35 GMT
It came to the spirit during Diego's visit to the Terminus Museum of Digimology and History. For the longest time, Diego had been on a quest to educate himself on the digital world as much as he could - but the key was to do it without firsthand experience, a compromise the boy had insisted on as a condition for Psychemon's demands. Unaccompanied minors like himself weren't such a taboo in this world as his, so he wandered mostly freely, but on occasion he had needed to explain that he didn't have a partner digimon. He was one of those kinds of humans.
The truth was that the content of the museum really was interesting on its own. If he was here, and he had to be, well... it was fascinating. The Digmon guiding the tour made a lot of references to events and people Diego had never heard and the spirit couldn't remember (no matter how many times the boy asked) but he was still picking up a good portion of it. But what really became interesting was when the Digmon exposited, "When a passed digimon becomes entombed in an idol, it's theorized this is the digital world itself preserving a great digimon's memories and experiences - history keeping a living record of itself! I'd like to think I aspire to leave an idol behind when my time comes. This way we have some that we've recovered and analyzed alongside..."
...blah, blah, blah. Diego's eyes were glued to an entire wall of spirit idols stacked on wood shelves in a high and long display. "Please step back from the glass, sir," the Digmon politely urged, referring to Diego practically squishing his face against some very thick and (formerly) very clean glass. The boy obeyed, and the tour guide continued, "We usually think of idols containing spirits specifically for those rare humans, but it's exceptionally rare for a spirit's idol to be claimed by a human. Of course," Digmon laughed a little, "We'd certainly surrender the right idol to its rightfully chosen human."
"That one!" Diego suddenly blurted out. He was pointing at a particularly worn and beaten idol with some flecks of pink occasionally visible in its shape. "That one, I- she- that's her! I mean, I don't know how to explain it, but-" The reason Diego was so excited was because she was so excited. She wasn't using words this time, but he knew she was urging him, pushing him, metaphorically bouncing up and down. "How can I receive it?"
Digmon tilted his head and paused for a long time. "...young man, I've heard that before. I suppose if it really is yours, you can write a letter to the museum explaining how you can prove an idol belongs to you but, well... staff is still opening letters from five years ago, we get so many requests. We can't just surrender an exhibit because someone asked us to, can we?" The boy looked stunned, and Digmon didn't give him enough time to formulate a real response. "Moving on, those crystals over there are thought to be from the base of the Spears of..."
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Post by Iona E. Mason and Ocellimon on Aug 31, 2020 0:20:31 GMT
Ocellimon was lazing in the reception room on the museum, her feline form draped over one of the couches. She knew it wouldn't be long before that fastidious little busybody tour guide came by to escort her from the building, but knowing that her Stigma Glare would allow her to sneak back in any time made it all worth it. She was tired of prowling around the museum. She deserved a nice rest on something soft, even if her reprieve was destined to be short-lived.
Ocellimon had been casing the place for several days, mapping out the entire layout of museum in her head. She'd been caught several times, but always managed to get back in due to her ability to make others forget having seen her. She knew what she wanted was here, and she knew where it was. Yet she searched, prowling the museum in broad daylight, listening in on the tourists. She was not looking for something, she was looking for someone.
When she heard the voice arguing with the tour guide, she knew she's found her man--er, boy. He was alone, young, and obviously in desperate need of something. He'll do.
Ocellimon slinked towards the boy.
"Tsk. Tsk. Those types just never listen, do they?" said Ocellimon, eyeing him slyly as she asked him leading questions, "That spirit is rightfully yours. But what to do? What are your options, human child?"
Ocellimon's eyes narrowed. Her angular, bestial face almost seemed to manage what appeared to be a knowing smirk. Now it was time for a test. Could she use him?
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Post by Diego Lacosta Santos on Sept 2, 2020 4:59:48 GMT
At first the frustrated child didn't make eye contact with that conniving felid, and that was because he didn't think she was talking to him. He didn't know her, and she wouldn't have been so forward to a stranger... right? But when natural human curiosity saw him turn in the voice's direction, he found a pair of cat eyes staring straight into his brown ones, and beneath them sat a sinister sort of smile. Diego wasn't foolish enough to be easily taken in by the digimon's otherwise graceful features, but even if he was there was someone else in the room who wasn't. Someone else caught from the start exactly who this character was and what she was all about, and to that they had but a single thought to express.
"...She likes you," Diego answered Ocellimon with an awkward but slightly amused chuckle. He realized he needed to explain, "I mean... she. You know, here." He gestured to his own head before realizing that wasn't helping his case. "She's- she's a digimon. I mean, a real one, not like a... one just in my head. She's in my head but she's- she's not. Sometimes. You know what I mean?" As it turned out, putting two minds in the same brain had a tendency to result in disorganized thinking, and the boy was incompetent at concealing that weakness. Nonetheless, the Spirit of the Mind was unlikely to be taken for a fool. "Anyway... I dunno. I can't just leave - I need that idol! She's sure, surer than I've seen her about anything. But..."
Diego frowned and looked over his shoulder longingly. "...it's not like I can just take it." There was a moment there when he broke eye contact with Ocellimon and seemed to become very interested in the ceiling. It was like he wasn't even listening to the cat anymore. His facial expression changed. After an appropriate amount of time he hissed, "...because that's against the law." Another such distraction occurred just after, and it ended with the conclusion, "...because it is important, that's why." Whoever he was talking to at that point, it wasn't Ocellimon.
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Post by Iona E. Mason and Ocellimon on Sept 9, 2020 4:17:16 GMT
If Ocellimon was perturbed by the boy's strange display of talking to seemingly no one, she showed no hint of it. Her feline form was inscrutable. She merely approached further. The way she approached him made it ambiguous as to whether she was about to curl up next to him or pounce.
Merely, she positioned herself at his feet and looked up.
"Law?" questioned Ocellimon, "There isn't much of that were I come from. Tell me, human child, why does the law here matter to you?"
Ocellimon's tail curled around her feet. If the boy was paying attention, he would see that her long tail split into two thin, almost finger-like appendages. They looked apposable. Even as far as digimon go, Ocellimon looked alien.
The question was verbally dropped into his lap like a heavy weight. Ocellimon needed to see how easily he would buckle. Moreover, even if he didn't, it was still useful for her to discern his system of values. While her bestial body could never quite resist the urge pounce on anything small and weak, her mind was sharper and knew better than to strike a target before she'd assessed it.
Oh, she'd see the boy through to his goal, of course...one way or another. Whichever way was up to him. And, of course, she would have her way, in the end.
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Total: 491
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Post by Diego Lacosta Santos on Sept 23, 2020 19:58:49 GMT
"Uh..." Perhaps the fact that the child didn't have an ready answer to that question was in a sense itself the answer to the question. However, the question itself was, ironically itself, quite informative. It said a little something about the prowler who asked it. The boy found this digimon off-putting and suspicious, which was why he shifted his feet and pursed his lips. "...because it's wrong," turned out to be the best Diego could come up with on the spot. "What are you proposing?"
It was at this point that Diego's gaze began to drift off into space again, his mouth hanging open clearly indicating that he wasn't particularly focused on Ocellimon in that moment. It was just like what happened before Diego had mentioned 'her' earlier. It was for less time this go around, however. "She wants to know why you care so much about my spirit," which was followed by an aside, presumably to her, "Well I said it a nicer way."
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Post by Iona E. Mason and Ocellimon on Oct 14, 2020 6:04:38 GMT
Ocellimon tilted her head to the side in a manner more evocative of a young puppy than an adult feline.
"Oh?" she said, "'It's wrong?' you say? What's wrong, my dear child? The law itself or breaking it?"
A change seemed to come over Ocellimon. Where before she was elusive and guarded, her whole body was animated with a sense of forthcoming. Her tail raised up and swayed, her head bobbed a little. She was more playful in her steps as she rose up to her feet took a few steps around the boy.
"That you would call it 'wrong' indicates that you already have an inkling of what I'm suggesting...It's already occurred to you what must be done."
Ocellimon brushed up against his leg, even purred a little.
"You shouldn't worry about the law," she said, "It's not based on right or wrong, or even justice."
As Ocellimon spoke, she maintained her playful dance around the boy's legs. Though her words were lofty, her actions were that of a frisky housecat, enticing any and all to come and play with her. She continued with her argument:
"Do you want to know what I've learned from surviving alone in the Cipher Jungles, child? I've learned that even such a place as the Digital World--where the lines between good and evil are clearly drawn by their respective champions--even such a world as this seeks neither good, nor evil, nor even justice. Care to guess what it does seek, human child?"
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