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Post by Deleted on Jan 13, 2014 9:18:44 GMT
To celebrate the new V5 site, we have decided to re-implement the jobs system. For those of you that don't know what that is, your character does a job IC, and is paid some bits or posts. A quick easy way to get some cash fast. The rules are as follows: A member would be allowed to do four jobs per character, per month They would have the option of writing a minimum of ten paragraph post describing the work that they have done (only one post though to prevent farming for posts by posting two or three paragraphs at a time as a solo thread) To prevent creating a jumble of one-and-done threads, there would be a stickied thread in each of the MAIN BOARDS in the different boards for people to post their Job on. In that sense, it would work similar to the Mall. They would be considered IC posts and after so often, the posts would be archived to help keep things looking clean. Staff could check the thread regularly and award Bits to those who completed the task. Each Job will be worth 1500 Bits or 5 posts, unless otherwise stated on the job itself. Now if they really wanted to do something special, they can request an NPC with a staff and create their own thread. However, the minimum paragraphs posted would increase to 20, but the reward would also increase to 3000 Bits or 10 posts. Other Job Boards: Northern ProminenceWestern FlatlandsEastern TimberlandsSouthern TropicsThe Digital CoreDark AreaEmpyrean SkiesPlease put this template at the start of each post [b]Job:[b]
[b]Bits or Posts:[b] Name of Job: Tribal Law Reward Offered: 1500 bits or 5 posts Plot Description: We virus digimon have it rough. Living in the Dark area is hard, but we do it. Unfortunately, some don't live as well as others. And some of those steal, or kill, or damage the tribe in some way. We want these ones. And we want them alive. If you bring them to us alive, we will reward you. Dead, not so much. Remember this before you go crazy and kill one of them. This is our law. And you will stand by it. Now go, if you want your reward. Name of Job: Trade Relations Reward Offered: 1500 bits or 5 posts Plot Description: Living in the Dark area, resources are hard to come by. Different tribes have different things, and the only way we survive is by trading. Take some supplies from out village, and go to another one to trade. Come back with the resources you traded for, and we will give you this thing. We can't use it here, and it is worthless to us, so you can have it with a reward. Our trade goods are in the storehouse.
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Post by Noxis on Mar 10, 2014 20:00:19 GMT
EVERETT & GRAEDON
"Tribal Law"
Most of the postings around town seemed like minimum-wage labor in the real world, and that was something which Everett refused to do. Sure, Graedon could do the grunt labor, but certainly there would be some sort of superior job offer somewhere in the digital world. Continuing their worldly explorations, the duo had recently heard of a place so dark and uncomfortable that even just spending some time there made those with weaker minds tweak. Graedon, being a lover of misfortune, immediately suggested that they venture there. Of course, the lawyer had very little objection, as he was interested in everything the digital world had to show. Hanging around Whitewater for a while, they found a Whamon who was willing to take them there. A few days later, after a pleasantly sun-bathed trip, they had arrived.
Everett and Graedon stepped off of the whale’s back, thanking him as they headed into the depths of this dark area. The change in scenery was very dramatic; from sunshine to black skies, from a deep cerulean ocean to a blood red abyss. This place sure was twisted, but in Graedon’s mind, he was home.
”Look at this place, Rett, it’s perfect!” he spouted excitedly. His partner smirked and nodded back at him, keeping silent as he arched his back in a stretch.
”I’m getting old.” he thought as his back popped a little. But his stretch was interrupted as he instinctually threw his arms in front of his face, squinting tightly as large flash of purple light blinded him. Slowly, the man peaked up, stunned at the ten-foot figure in front of him.
”Grae?”
Spinning around, the massive teddy looked at his tamer, a little unsure of the situation at hand. It didn’t take him long to realize that the darkness of the land naturally fueled his digivolution, bringing out the virus from within.
”How do I look?” he said impishly, looking down at the various spikes and popped stitching extruding from his body.
”Dashing, like a real stud.” replied the man, a little shocked by the horrific appearance of his partner.
”Man this place got to you already?” jeered Everett.
”Hey what’s that supposed to mean, bub? You know this is a good thing right? I’m tons stronger than before, so you better watch your mouth.”
”Meh, at least I can still smoke. You look like a lung cancer patient with that mask on.” At that moment, the snide lawyer pulled out a Hawaiian import cigar and lit it. Graedon scoffed, a little jealous and frustrated that for once, his partner was right.
Venturing deeper into the shadows of this land, the two of them came by what looked to be a make-shift village of some sort. Really, it was just a bunch of leafless twigs and filthy clay, but it was home to someone. Everett approached the group of huts, noticing a dirty and torn piece of paper pinned to the largest structure. Reading it, his eyes lit up as opportunity hit him.
”Yeah baby, we’ll be reeling in the bucks here!” he shouted, showing the note into the large bear’s abdomen.
”Tribal law…” Graedon muttered as he skimmed the page.
Whoa, lets beat up some digimon!”
”And get paid to do it.” added Everett. But who would be employing them? There was no one around here.
”Hey, we accept the job! Who’s gonna pay us?” He shouted loudly, to try and lure out some locals. A few minutes later, an odd site greeted them; as they turned around, behind them hovered a single small ghost, equipped with nothing but a bent up old hat. They both said nothing as it approached them slowly, hawking at them from underneath the patchy rim of the headpiece. Graedon, a little skeptical, prepared to have to fight, although when the ghost finally got within a few feet of them, it stopped. Silence surrounded them for several minutes, eeriness creeping in, and at last the ghost acknowledged them vocally. It gaped open its mouth, letting out a raspy shriek, so creepy it could be heard in nightmares. Everett was, admittedly, a little frightened, but Graedon was now mad. Apparently, he could understand the digimon’s odd vocals.
”What?! What do you mean we’re not good enough? I’ll show you a thing or two pal!” he protested.
"Huh? No way man, do you even know who we are? I bet you we can take down these bullies; we’ll bring them right to you. Come on Ghosty, whaddya say?” Everett gestured towards the Porcupamon which was Graedon, implying that at champion, they’ll be able to take on the world.
The Soulmon pondered for a moment, its chasm-like sockets void of any thought. At last, it made a guttural noise, and began grumbling and screeching to Graedon, explaining who their bounty was. Graedon listened so that he could translate to his tamer, and once the ghost was done his creepy speech, he vanished into thin air.
”Jeez, what a guy.” said Graedon.
”Anyway, we gotta find some guy named Phelesmon. He’s an ultimate, and a real ruthless son of a mon. Apparently he crunches champions down for breakfast! Anyway, he has a hut that he’s built from his victim’s bones just on off the coast of the sea of blood, so that’s where we need to hit him. We can’t delete him; just beat him up enough so that he degenerates. That’s when we nab him, and the rest is up to their weird bush law.”
”Talk about your beach-side condo, huh? A hut of bones by an ocean of blood, this guy knows how to party. Well, sounds like a walk in the park eh? Let’s get to work!”
Disregarding the warnings which Soulmon gave about the demon digimon’s power, the duo headed towards the sea of blood to hunt down their bounty.
About an hour of walking and half a flask of whiskey later, the two of them spotted an off-white spec in the distance. That had to be the hut! But now they had to figure out how to get close enough for an ambush without having the massive purple teddy be seen. The duo ducked behind a dune, decorated with some lifeless ebony trees, and began to hatch their plan.
”Okay, so, if you manage to de-digivolve, we can probably crawl in close enough for you to digivolve again and smash that shack, right?” Everett asked. But immediately, the plan struck a nerve with Graedon. That was just plain stupid to him.
”What kind of an idiot move is that?” Grae rolled his eyes.
”Are you drunk already? And you didn’t even share. Idiot.”
”Hey you reject toy, got a better idea in that thick head of yours? Let’s hear it, I’m soooo interested in what a bear can come up with.” sarcasm heavy in his voice, the lawyer sighed as he slammed back another shot from his flask.
”Forget it ya bum.” spouted Graedon as he jumped up, standing tall above the dune.
”H-hey wha-“
”Madness Brooch!” A loud popping filled the air as Graedon launched ten of his spikes towards the hut, hoping they would impale the Phelesmon just enough to disable him. He then hopped over the dune, and began running towards the hut. He braced for a fight, and as he neared the rickety structure, his spikes grew back and his claws began to fire up with dark matter.
Arriving at the hut, Graedon swept away the roof effortlessly, revealing the inside of the building. To his dismay, however, there was no one home. That was when everything went black, his body hitting the ground hard.
”Graedon look out!”
”Devil’s Thorn!” A gruesome sounding voice rose from behind the bear’s back, and that was when Graedon’s world froze with severing pain. Looking down, the champion slowly realized that he’d been skewered, and he was losing control of his body.
”That was just too easy, how foolish can you be?” echoed the voice. A figure appeared from the shadows, manifesting itself into a large devil digimon.
”I am Phelesmon, I am evil itself. How did you think this would go, hmm? Ah, let me guess, you’d pin me down with these tiny little stingers, yes? And then what, you think I’d just… oh, I don’t know, give up? Hahaha!” Phelesmon’s voice rung inside Graedon’s head, his vision blurring in and out, and his throat tightening up. Every time the champion digimon attempted to utter a word or a noise, he would choke, and every movement he tried to make would be overwritten with unbearable hurt. He was done for, and he knew it. But he did have one last trick up his sleeve, hopefully it would buy his tamer enough time to get out of there.
Thick, rancid liquid began streaming down the Porcupamon’s cheeks as he lay motionless. The devil digimon swooped over to him in one fluid glide, stomping his foot on the teddy’s head.
”How cute, you’re even crying for me. I love when they do that!” impishly he prodded, but what he failed to realize was that those weren’t tears of pain; they were tears of acid. As they hit the ground, the tears vaporized and steamed into the air. Faster and faster they dripped, until a cloud of corrosive haze surrounded the two of them. Phelesmon, lost in his wicked pleasure, failed to realize that he was stuck inside this fog until it was too late. His eyes began to burn, his skin began to peel away slowly, and surely enough, he let out a hateful shriek as he tried to leap away from the acidic vapors. Successfully, he soared above it, though he did not leave unscathed. Still blinded by his seemingly-melting eyes, the devil fluttered about in circles, flying higher and higher as his toes kept dipping into the mist, burning more each time.
The flailing of the demonic creature bought the duo some time, although it seemed useless as of now. Everett stood behind the dune, watching, frozen with horror. Graedon remained on the ground, pierced through the chest and dying slowly. He could feel his data beginning to whiz away along with the clearing vapors. Any moment now, the devil would come for his revenge, and it would be the end of Graedon. He only hoped that Everett ran to safety, he only wanted his tamer to survive.
”G-Graedon! Graedon no! No!” screamed the man, his voice echoing through the wasteland.
”You… You can’t die! You can do this! Get up, get up you bastard… Don’t be such a wimp, get the hell up!” the tamer’s voice wavered, his words being choked and squeaked out in distress. That was when the blinded devil, furious and consumed with spite, forced open his eyes. He could only see contours, but that was enough to lock onto the panicked human.
”You!” he roared, gulping a lungful of air as he prepared his attack.
”Devil’s Inferno!” at that moment, he exhaled a stream of vibrant fire, set to cook the human on spot.
Time seemed to freeze, Everett’s life flashing before his eyes as the flame played in slow motion, chewing its way towards him. He was done, killed over some measly money, and in such a manner too. There was no pride in this death, no consolation that they accomplished anything. They were simply lunch; fallen prey to a stronger beast. In his mind, the lawyer said his goodbyes to his partner. Images of their time spent together played like a whole movie, nostalgia and joy overwhelming him for a moment of bliss. But there was a passion that ignited with those memories, a passion which dictated he would live. That was when he decided that he wasn’t going to die today. No, he would rise and be the victor, him and Graedon together.
Everett’s digivice gleamed and pulsed with incredible energy. There was an eruption of light, so bright that it illuminated the whole dark lands for a split second, and the force of the pulse nulled the whole hellish stream of fire. There was a power which flooded the air, a power shared between Everett and his digimon. Like un unspoken cue, Graedon rose to his feet, tearing the devil’s trident from his flesh as if it were nothing. Spirals of energy surrounded the bruin, wrapping him in lilac-hued radiance. His form began to change, the light morphing him into a bigger, badder, and certainly more powerful digimon.
”Porcupamon…. Digivolve… to WaruMonzaemon!”
From behind the light, the twisted teddy creature sprung up, impaling his devastating claws into the demon’s back. As they fell back to the ground, WaruMonzaemon slammed his fist down, impaling Phelesmon further onto his claws and crushing him into the cracked terra below.
Everett stood atop the dune, amazed at the miracle that had just happened. This was insane! But, he understood at that moment that this was just the tip of the iceberg. What tamer and digimon were able to achieve together seemed endless, their bond being a driving force behind making the impossible possible. Though flabbergasted at the event, the lawyer snapped back to reality, remembering the terms and conditions of this bounty hunt.
”Graedon, you can’t kill him!” shouted Everett across the battlefield. Immediately, the ultimate digimon retracted his claws. Though, Phelesmon was now weak. He could probably be degenerated with a bit more wear and tear. Grabbing the devil by his feet, WaruMonzaemon swung him from side to side, slamming his back and chest onto any nearby objects. He would beat him to a pulp before launching him into a nearby boulder, where he encased him in a heart-breaker bubble. In that bubble, the Phelesmon began losing data, particles flowing into the encasing bubble. Eventually, the evil digimon’s form was reduced to that of an Impmon.
With the bounty now seized and degenerated to rookie form, Graedon and Everett ran at each other. Everett leapt up to hug his massive partner’s shin, and Graedon picked him up to bring him to eye level.
”We did it, Everett.” he said in a raspy baritone.
”Thank-“
”Whoa man, don’t go all soft on me!” joked the lawyer.
”Check out your deep voice, holy smokes! Don’t be girling out, it doesn’t suit you. You were a beast out there, so don’t be a little bitch!”
Chuckling, Graedon gave him a cocky smile.
”Let’s get some cash and go find some grub. I’m starving!”
With some more jeering and joking, the duo headed back to the village to collect their pay. The bubble which surrounded the culprit came and swallowed the two of them up, and rather than having to walk, the two kicked up their feet and hovered over the horizon.
Rather quickly, they ended up back at the eerie village. Only this time, the Soulmon already waited for them, floating about and waving them over. They landed beside their employer, Graedon immediately returning to his rookie form from a loss of power.
”You said we couldn’t do it! You said we wouldn’t be able to! Well how about that, ghosty, suck it!” the little bear boasted about as Everett only rolled his eyes. He pointed to the comatose Impmon, then stuck out his palm and gestured for the Soulmon to pay up.
Soulmon let out a growl and a shriek, and Graedon smirked.
”What’d he say?"
”Check your digivice, the bits are loaded in.”
Surely enough, they were 1500 bits richer, and the Soulmon even waved them over to feed them. Sure, the food was a bit… raw and bare, but at that point in time, it was great. After their meal and rest, they were recharged and ready to go. The duo head out of the village to continue their adventures.
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Post by Mana on Sept 30, 2014 22:19:45 GMT
Job: Trade Relations (Part 1) Bits or Posts: Bits
The last time that Mana and Ayaka had decided to travel alone, their bond and grown stronger than before. Ayaka had helped the brunette girl out immensely, dragging her out of a well of self-pity that would sooner or later destroy her as she taught her that humans too were capable of evolving. But now, now she felt the need to get back at Ayaka. The little forest sprite was undoubtedly her confidant. Nah, it was way, way more; it was the elder sister she never had and needed more than ever, now that Yuu was going to study abroad. Yeah, it was really capricious of her to want her brother to stay at home when he wasn't really happy in it and even their parents were thrilled at the idea of him "broadening his horizons", yet he had left her behind, and that made her felt betrayed. Granted, maybe he wasn't really happy because of their parents attitude, but she had been her moral support and she had procured to give him all the affection she could, yet he had chosen to go away; to run away.
Mana shook her head, as if trying to get those noxious thoughts out of it by doing that. It was obvious that she was being self-centered with those thoughts and the truth was that sooner or later the both of them would be separated, with destiny choosing the first option. She kind of regretted not having the opportunity to said goodbye to him and Kyo, and although she could send him messages through D-Terminal at any time, it didn't feel the same. Granted, as Yuu couldn't talk, it was really the same, but still, not being able to see him or his general presence on the house made her feel... lonely, and that was excluding the fact that she had grown more or less fond of Yuu's electronic "voice", almost to the point of feeling that that was his brother's true voice. But then again, she was going off point.
She looked at the sandy beach with a mix of awe and longing. Both the digimon and the human were currently on Whitewater's coastal front, but they weren't in there for the heavenly beach or the clear sun, not even for the chirping sound that the nearby Toucanmon did. They had (Well, Mana had) decided to find about Ayaka's past life. As of now, the only thing that the little forest sprite remembered, according to her words, was a "A sea of red water, the total absence of light and dead soil" and that those were from the Dark Area, of course. So that was their next destiny. Obviously the name wasn't the most compelling name; it sounded quite creepy being totally frank. But even with that present, Mana took a deep breath and readied herself. This was Ayaka's past, and she was determined to know about it.
She gripped her D-Terminal on her left hand and her D-3 on her right. Opening the small computer and smirking a bit at Ryoko's autograph, she selected the coral-colored egg on her D-Terminal, and with a push, she gave the command.
"Digimental UP!" The silvery computer sent a coral-colored ray to her D-3, and that ray continued from her D-3 to Ayaka, as she began changing from the little wood sprite she was to an enormous salamander that seemed to be made entirely of coral with four anemones protruding from her neck and algae and starfishes growing along her body; it was Andriactinarimon. Not long after she made her appearance, one of the membranes she had on the back of anemones opened itself.
"Miss Mana, anytime you want" Ayaka said with her soft voice. It was really weird for a giant salamander, but her Andriactinarimon's voice actually sounded softer than her Kodamon's.
"Alright, here goes nothing" she said as she entered on the membrane. It actually felt as if she were inside an airplane's cabin, yet she couldn't delve too much in the sensation because Ayaka didn't lose time and dived into the salty water. She began to go under and under as she swam and Mana could only look with amazement at the sheer amount of life that thrived inside the ocean.
They traveled at a good speed, and some minutes after the, as the waters seemed to be slow down and the life waned, Ayaka began her ascension towards the surface. Of course, Mana noted that the Sun's glow from the surface seemed to be noticeably paler, almost as if it were almost snuffed out. As Ayaka finally reached the surface, it was indeed something that Mana wouldn't have expected even in her wildest and craziest dreams. The sun was pale, almost as if it were a giant light bulb on the sky, and the sea seemed to be an endless expanse on of gray and almost-dead water. The giant salamander kept moving across the sea until she finally saw the first scraps of earth at the distance. The giant salamander quickened its swimming pace until she finally felt the beach under her feet. It was discolored, as if it were almost, gray, but they weren't here to do sightseeing; they were here to investigate, and that was exactly what they would do, but... where to start? Mana knew that in there was the answer to Ayaka's past, but not exactly where.
After Mana descended from Ayaka's membrane, she devolved into her Kodamon form. As it was somewhat obvious that their place was definitely not here, Mana had finally decided that they should get going as soon as possible, as it was almost impossible for Ayaka to even be born in here, as the water was salty and the sand wasn't adequate for a plant's growth, as water coursed through it faster than the plant could absorb it. She gave the place one final look, as if looking for anything that seemed out of place, but as nothing even rang a bell to her, she decided that it was the best if they just went on their way. Repeating the same process that had made Ayaka change into Andriactinarimon, but instead using her other Digimental, Ayaka now transformed herself into their most trusty mean of transportation: Nephilamon. As the brunette girl climbed to the back of the newly evolved spider's cephalothorax, said fungi-arachnid expelled a cloud of the whitish spores that she promptly inhaled, giving her the sensation of being on a really strong sugar rush, but she too, had accustomed herself to that overly exhilarating sensation.
As the enormous spider made her way through the expanse that firstly was polluted sand and then was dead soil, she seemed to be particularly surprised when she encountered a small village on the close proximities.
"Do you think that there we'll find anything about your past? That place seems to be really weird, yet, maybe the villagers are enough to us and to provide for some of our needs, should the travel be longer from what we had expected. What do you say, Ayaka?" asked the teen with a thoughtful expression
"Well, who I am to discuss at that show of logical thought. Let us go there and find it by ourselves. Otherwise I really doubt that we will find any clues if we do not search on places that draw our attention".
Having said, the digimon rushed to the precarious town that was built in there. Despite the materials from which the place was constructed seemed to be of rather poor quality, the place itself seemed to be recently populated. At that, Ayaka's hope somewhat waned, as she knew that her past life had lived somewhere, but for some reason she felt as if these place was actually younger than her... or something like that. She couldn't even figure what she was actually feeling when she and Mana entered in the town.
In there, she found that most of the town's inhabitants were virus digimon on their lower stages that Mana began to identify; Zurumons, Kuramons and Botamons populated the streets, playing and enjoying themselves while Pagumons, Koromons and Missimons watched over most of them, but still had their good quota of fun. Behind them, too many rookies to refer to them for their species did what would be considered to be "the hard work"; they moved the stuff, tended the communal pot, and repaired or were constructing new buildings. Mana, seeing the sheer amount of "children" decided that it was the best if Ayaka returned to her original state and they just walked in here, smiling at the population as they went through the village. Most of the inhabitants gave her glances of suspicion, suddenly stopping what they were doing when the duo walked nearby them, but not doing much excluiding that. That was, of course, until a Ayaka felt the sound of steel cutting the air and immediately adapted her "arms" to become whiplike vines and deflect the slash that was directed towards Mana, although she was surprised at the weakness of the blow. The pair turned around, facing what they perceived, was the village elder.
He was a somewhat recently evolved Sealsdramon that had a pretty good disposition, given that they had survived the first slash. Nothing personal, he had said, but he had to test if "those strangers" could actually defend themselves on the Dark Area's hostile Territory. If they couldn't of course, better if their data contributed to the advance of this city instead of other digimons' purposes. While Mana found that reasoning to be somewhat creepy, Ayaka had already told her that the Dark Area was a place without law, and she had to admit that given those circumstances, the Sealsdramon was being rather generous with her, but maybe that was because he knew his village wasn't all that fight-able, and that needless losses would be actually worse than what they would gain, should they could actually defeat Ayaka in combat. So, the dragon soldier did the next best thing. He commended a job for the two that seemed to be simple enough. There were some spare resources this village had, and that they could probably change for more useful resources in some not-so far away town. And, as they didn't have any digimon that were particularly suitable for travelling long distances in short periods of time, had concluded on that the newcomers were perfect for the job. And even if they didn't trust this guy, he had agreed on paying them upfront for a rather interesting amount of money head-on, promising the rest once they came back with the desired resources. And that was an offer that none of them couldn't deny, and hey, maybe they'd find a clue or two about Ayaka's past in her travels.
The resource this particular town had was cautiously kept on a comparably big warehouse, and the thing in question was a strange oil that wasn't quite black, as it had small, red impurities floating on the thick substance that was kept in strange glass capsules. According to the job description, these things had to be changed for pretty basic prime matters, but Mana thought it as smart. After all, strange resources (Maybe they weren't, Mana hadn't seen this things ever before, so she made a wild guess and deducted that they were pretty exotic) were useless if you were still constructing the place that you called home. So, with some of said capsules and the now-friendly waves and smiles of the younger population, the girl latched her temporary wares on Nephilamon's sticky abdomen, just under the plethora of mushrooms that populated it as she began skittering towards their new destination.
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Post by Mana on Sept 30, 2014 22:24:13 GMT
Job: Trade Relations (Part 2) Bits or Posts: Bits Sove: Paid
As their travel progressed, Mana couldn't but be a little bit shocked at this place's law. In the town she had been somewhat fine with it, but the truth was that what Sealsdramon had made was no more and no less than an attempt on her life and after said it as if it were the most natural thing in the world. She felt like the time she had gone to Brazil on a school trip, as she was really puzzled at how the country's inhabitants almost didn't eat rice or fish, and had the most strange dishes, like those "banana" fried mini-cakes, but now it was on a way more lethal fashion. Surely, Sealsdramon then behaved like a true host and even gave some indications for their travel. He had even told them of a route that was relatively safe for a Dark Area place; yeah, it was a bit longer than a straight path towards the town where they had to deliver their wares, but the "hostility" the duo had already received at least had served to prove that they if they could minimize risks, they would gladly do so. Dying because somebody found their wares wasn't an interesting prospect, to say the least.
"Say, Ayaka" Mana started as she returned her Spanish book to her backpack. She had read a good deal of it thus far, but she became bored with it as of now. "Do you remember something about this path or this place? You haven't said anything about this place as of yet, yet you were supposed to be born in here or somewhere nearby here. It's somewhat weird that you still remember nothing of this place" while the job was nice because the payment was undoubtedly substantial, and maybe they could buy really neat stuff with the earnings, that wasn't even important, at least on Mana's mind, to what was their real missions here. And to be honest with herself, she felt that they were failing on that one.
"To be totally honesst, Missss Mana, I have thiss vague ssenssation of déjà vu, but I cannot quite assssociate it with a place or object in particular, at leasst one in thesse proximitiess" she made a pause, as she distinguished a lone tree standing on the side of the their road, feeling immediately a strange kind of familiarity towards it. Without even saying it, she began to slow down until she stopped just in front of the plant.
The tree itself was an indeed weird sight on place like that Dark Area, where the flora was almost nonexistent except for some bushes and really hard to kill weeds, but even those were a rare sight, and they always looked to be on a perpetual wilting state, but now, in front of them, there was a tree, and a really big one to boot. It was at least five meters tall and was populated by bright green leaves. Yup, a healthy and quite old plant in the Dark Area, that was indeed a rare thing to behold, yet, Ayaka felt as if she knew it as if it were her long-lost brother. She stared at it for some good seconds until she touched it with one of her front legs, and in the same instant she did so, a memory appeared on her head on that precise moment. She was in there, in the exact same place, but now she felt a lot more naïve than before, and she actually felt... at ease? She saw herself snuggling and widely smiling at a figure that looked at her with a great amount of affection. It was... her mother?
Before she realized it, now she was out of the memory, and more perplexed than ever.
"Ayaka, are you alright? You have been looking at that three for a good five minutes as of now, have you found something important?" the girl asked with a hint of worry in her voice.
"I am fine, Missss Mana, but I think I have jusst disscovered a fragment of my passt. I think that I wass... born in thiss very place, right under thiss tree, and I even ssaw" she seemed to be deeply affected by the next words her mouth uttered "My mother, caring for me. That jusst doess not fit, ass all my previouss memoriess were about me living, thriving and growing up alone in the Yggdrassssil-forssaken wassteland. Yet I ssaw her, and sshe wass the mosst beautiful Konohamon I have sseen in my life. I---I am confussed, missss Mana. What one iss the true memory?"
Mana, of course, was almost as shocked as Ayaka at the revelation, but, from her place in the giant arachnid's back, she smiled warmly at her partner.
"That's something we'll find out in due time, Ayaka. For now, I think that it's better if we deliver this strange oil. Maybe on our way back we can find some more clues, now that at least, we know where they are".
Ayaka couldn't argue with that line if thought, and even if she still felt this need of inspecting the tree more, she didn't know what the strange liquid on the capsules on her back would do if by some reason they shattered, and she preferred not to find out while those were on her back, near Mana, or near the tree. So, as she complied to her voice of reason she took a deep breath of her Adrenalina and began skittering at full speed towards the direction the road to the city where they had to deliver those damned things. The remainder of the journey had been mostly inconsequential, as Mana yet again grabbed her Spanish book and began studying the the language, becoming somewhat confused at all those tenses. Last time she checked, English had only three or so, but this... eight? That was really crazy. As she tried to decipher the difference between "pasado perfecto" and "pasado pluscuamperfecto" she began seeing the city at the distance and sighed with relief. This things were heavy enough to be read on a comfy chair and a study desktop, but in an giant spider's back... it was just impossible.
Returning to the task at hand. This was a whole new level compared to the previous town, as it almost looked it a full-fledged city, instead of a glorified scrapyard, and even it looked more... clean? well, that was indeed weird. As the duo made their way, and luckily weren't any fresh in the way, so Nephilamon made her way quite fast to the building that was on the center of the city, where the person that would receive this things would be most probably located. And they were right, the so-called "mayor" was a really rude Kinkakumon that pissed Ayaka off on more than just one situation, but that at least accepted the wares they were offering and lived up to her part of the deal, giving them exactly what the Sealsdramon wanted, and even a kind of cart to carry all that stuff, as sticking giant pieces of wood and metal on Ayaka's back just wouldn't do. And so, on a lot less friendly goodbye, the duo began their way back to the first village, with hopes of finding that "strange" tree one more time.
As they took the road yet again, both the digimon and human were thinking. Ayaka, on her part, was somewhat pissed at being used as a sort of pack mule when she was a refined lady that should be far away from this Ygdrassil-forsaken waste, yet was bearing with all this because she really knew that Mana would most likely spend most, if not all of the reward solely in her, or at best in things that would benefit the team as a whole, and, of course because she was really anxious to find the tree again and maybe find out a little more about her past, so she was skittering as fast as she could without exerting a terrible strain on herself. Adrenalina was totally out of question, as the most probable outcome was that she would just go so fast that the stuff that they were carrying will just fall down as they advanced. Mana's thoughts were way more simpler, she just wanted to know a little more about her partner's past and get away from this dangerous place before something bad happened or if some kind of bandits were to assault... crap.
"Stop right there!" said a voice gravely voice, before a Dobermon appeared just in front of her.
"You'll stop right here and give us your wares in peace, and we'll actually consider your and your human's data as if it were a snack! And if you don't believe me..." as the doberman digimon spoke, four Commandramon appeared from all of Ayaka's sides, surrounding her completely. She stopped on the spot, as she was afraid that these brutes would hurt her partner, and devolved into Kodamon. On a totally weird note, their assailants seemed surprised by Ayaka's appearance, but the pair couldn't figure out why. Ayaka had thought of this as totally the smartest choice, and even Mana seemed to be pretty satisfied with it. It seemed that the two had the thing in mind.
"Guys" the girl said with a neutral tone "You're all really cute, and I only wish to be on my way to deliver these things. Why don't you let me hug some of you and then, in exchange, you'll forgive us and leave us to be on our way? It looks like a fair trade to me" Ayaka obviously facepalmed at her partner's words. They were just too lighthearted for the situation at hand, and even then...
"Shut up, brat!" the Dobermon barked, slightly more nervous for some reason "I'm in no mood to your stupid games, so leave your things in here and run as fast as you can, and if the bullets don't reach you, you can consider yourself lucky!"
"But you look so huggable!" she said, pouting "We could really solve this with just a few hugs!"
At this, the Dobermon just barked again, even before the shells left the Commandramon's rifle's Mana was already saying "Digimental UP!"
Andriactinarimon made her presence known with a loud smashing sound of her tail, springing up a wall to eat all the bullets that were directied at them on the spot. It also obscured her vision of her targets, but she had a pretty good idea right now. She concentrated, and without much warning four slugs bolted upwards from the anemones in her head and raced through the air, exiting the wall and beginning their mad dash towards the Commandramons. She heard the explosions not soon after, and the anguished cries of the Commandramon filled the pair's ears.
"Guys, you can stop this if you just let us pass!" Mana shouted from the insides of the makeshift wall "I don't want to shed blood in here. You can run right now and we'll spare you, I swear!". Of course, as would would suspect, that didn't have any effect and all, and the wall seemed to be on the verge of collapsing. Ayaka made as gesture to Mana, who got inside one of her membranes as she began the excrete poisonous agent from her skin and the air surrounding this place began to grow thin, finally shattering just after the aforementioned.
After the bombardment, it seemed that only two Commandramon could stand on their feet, and that the Dobermon was ready to pounce as soon as the wall broke apart. And so he did, but Ayaka was more than ready. She ejected another bunch of slugs, from whom two travelled straight to the Dobermon and the other two to the Commandramon. They new were dead on spot, and the digimon were now struggling to even stand. Yup, that was Ayaka's firing potential on that form, and she was very much proud of it.
"Told you, Dobermon-san" Mana said from her safe compartment, not exiting only because Ayaka was still secreting the corrosive agent from her skin "You asked for it".
"I'd have expected that prowess from someone so similar to her" he said as he yelped in pain "Maybe I'm crazy, but now I firmly believe it. I beg for your forgiveness, Lady Convallariamon. I apologize for even doubting your skills. Hopefully you'll return to us soon"
After saying that, the Dobermon fainted, but the mention of that name triggered something on Ayaka, it was a memory again, and now she was on a large dining room, yet, being the hostess of a plethora of seemingly refined digimon, with something deep down her telling her that this was a kind of necessary evil. As she was snapping out, she noticed some small, white flowers, and became puzzled by them. If she recalled correctly, no one of her stages had that flower color, yet... they felt familiar, in a way.
"Ayaka, are you alright?" said Mana for the second time on the day. She blinked and nodded, reassuming her form of Nephilamon as she began her race again, but this time the strange tree wasn't there. How weird, but she guessed that that thing had something special anyway. She would find it again sooner or later, but at least she now knew a new bit about her past. They reached the first city yet again, and after delivering their wares, even when the Sealsdramon offered their hospitality after having paid them, they refused, saying that they wanted to return home as soon as possible. The dragon laughed and smiled, but understood them.
At the end of the day, there was still many things too discuss, but Ayaka was really thankful with her partner for those two bits of information, and she made sure to her know it. Yet, Mana insisted in that sooner or later, they'd return here for the rest of the story, and Ayaka couldn't but smirk at her partner's determination. She indeed felt lucky for having her at her side.
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Post by tridoriyaku on Oct 20, 2014 18:29:35 GMT
Trade Relations
Reward: Bits please
SOVE HAS GIVETH THUS REWARDUS
The Dark Area is a dangerous place, Yaku knew this now. The fact he was missing quite a bit of his blood and possibly his soul after staying at a Motel run by a Devimon and a Myotismon, he'd lost a shoe to a rather unfortunate trap in the Grotto of Sorrow, and was repeatedly followed by even more baby digimon just went to show how far his luck had fallen. A human without a partner or a spirit to defend himself with was seen as incredibly easy pickings by the creatures of the digital world, and as days went on Yaku began praying to the heavens above that he'd be able to leave. His prayers were answered by chance as he walked into a general store as the owner began discussing getting rid of a boat.
"I dunno how to get rid of it." An annoyed Astamon said, toying with a cigarette as he talked to a BlackAgumon. "Everything in it's sold but nobody wants to buy something so hot. I can't destroy it, that'd draw attention."
"You could give it away, boss." The BlackAgumon suggested, "Some dumb shmuck wants a boat he's nailed for the whole thing instead."
"Yeah, but who'd be dumb enough to take a free boat from a crime boss?" Astamon asked just before our hero walked into the store, exhausted yet at the same time relieved.
"I-is that a couch?" He asked, pointing to a worn and torn-up seat. The two nodded, looking a bit confused. "Do you mind if I just..." Before Yaku could finish the sentence he collapsed to the floor. The two turned to each-other and smiled.
It was a few hours later when the businessman awoke on that same couch, he was greeted by the BlackAgumon and Astamon. "Boss, he's awake!" Grabbing his head, Yaku looked himself over to see if everything was still on him. Finding his wallet and suitcase, he laid back again as Astamon approached.
"Ahahaaaa Welcome sir, you are our one MILLIONTH customer! A grand stroke of luck on your part, Mister..." Astamon motioned to give him a name.
"Yaku. Tridori Yaku..."
"Tommy Vercetti it is then!" Astamon said, giving the man an alias nobody'd see through. "Only an Italian like you could dress so well, after all."
"But my name i-"
"Not important, mister Vercetti, I am going to give you a reward for your grand luck! Out at the harbor at dock 19 your reward will be waiting for you!"
"B-but I didn't buy anything?"
"Are you going to turn down such a GRACIOUS offer like this Mister Vercetti? Surely your own boat is worth a lot to you..." Yaku's eyes lit up as he couldn't believe his luck.
"A-a boat? F-for me? I... I don't know what to say! I-I'll take it b-but..."
"But...?" Astamon asked, hiding his annoyance.
"I-I feel like I should repay you somehow, It just doesn't feel right to do something like this without doing something in return."
"Jus-" Astamon's eyes lit up like a Christmas Tree halfway through his statement. "Aaactually Mister Vercetti, I have a few "Errands" that need to be ran now that you mention it..." Astamon motioned for the BlackAgumon to get something. After a few moments it returned with a few slips of paper. "Mister Vercetti, would you be so kind to gather a few things and deliver them for me? I would be mighty grateful..." He took out three slips of paper and began writing a few things down. "I need you to pick up a couple packages and deliver them to these addresses. I suggest you not do them all at once, if you get them mixed up it would surely be disastrous..."
Yaku smiled and nodded. "Yes sir. I'll have it done by the end of the day." Getting up and taking the slips, Tridori "The Courier" Yaku began his reign of terror, unknowingly.
The first slip of paper led to a warehouse filled with Wizardmon. Leading the man in, Yaku watched in awe as they brewed "potions" and "elixirs". Offering one to Yaku, the man shook his head, reassuring them that he didn't drink. With a mixed reaction (heh), the brewers eventually lead him to the back where a large barrel of the liquid resided. Here they explained that while the drink is fine the residue it leaves behind once it evaporates is considered to be worth its weigh in bits. Taking out a small package, the Wizardmon gave it to Yaku, grinning and giving him an address.
"Alright..." Yaku mumbled to himself a bit later on as he carried the small box to its destination. "Alright, just a few more..." He looked beside him and frowned as he found an apartment building and realizing that the address was between this and a burned down house. Which is to say down a dark alley. "...What did I get myself into?" He asked, worried. Entering the alley and looking around, he spotted an agitated looking Mummymon looking at an hourglass.
"You were almost late." The Mummymon said, frowning. "I know you're new to this, Vercetti, but being punctual is something we'll expect from you. But you weren't late. And that's good. Do you have it?"
"Th-the package? I-it's right here..." Yaku said, offering it. The mon took it and smiled, putting it away and giving Yaku a few bits.
"Here's a little something for your first time... now scram. Stuff sells like hotcakes, but my clients aren't exactly polite about it." Leaving the alley and shuddering, Yaku began to wonder if he was willing to do the next two jobs.
Yaku arrived at what appeared to be a parking garage, a nice change of pace from the rest of the broken-down environment he'd traveled through. Knocking on the door and remaining silent, he gulped as it finally, slowly opened. "Hello?" He asked, entering and wondering if he'd gotten the correct place. "Hello? I-I'm here for Astamon?" The door shut behind him and candles lit up, leading a path to the back room. "Come in... Come in..." He heard a voice beckon him closer, having no way out he had no option other than to follow inside was a rather menacing looking digimon that wielded a crooked cane and metal gauntlets, the red in its skin and the tattered wings gave Yaku a pretty close idea of how far in over his head he'd gotten.
"I am SkullSatamon... You must be Vercetti..." came the being's jarring voice. "Come in, come closer... Astamon told me you could do something for me." Yaku approached carefully only to be dragged over by the crook at the end of the cane. "What'samatter? Scared?"
"Y-yes..." The grown man nodded and SkullSatamon let him go.
"Good, good, you're honest... I like that... I need you to do something for me." Yaku shifted uncomfortably as the mon got up and began walking around. "What do you know about death?"
"A little too much at the moment..." Yaku was nearly wetting himself.
"Death waits for nobody Mister Vercetti. One day you could be at home and suddenly something happens. You slip and hit your head, you accidentally cut yourself while slicing cake, you have a stroke while in a running vehicle. The undead like myself are thought to be immune to such problems, Mister Vercetti. The sad reality is that we are not."
Silence filled the room as the direction went somewhere Yaku didn't expect. "I see by your ring that you have a mate, Mister Vercetti. Human nature is nothing like our nature, sadly. We do not have such bindings to acknowledge and to remember with. Once one of us die they are reborn anew. But where does this leave the mate? We cannot hunt down our lovers and raise them as our children. That is too difficult and too disturbing to do Mister Vercetti." Silence filled the air as Yaku had no idea what to say. "Thank you for listening to me. I do not have many guests since my wife passed away." SkullSatamon smiled and let the door open, letting a confused and terrified Yaku leave. "Come again, Mister Vercetti. We'll have a wonderful time."
Rather confused by this Yaku finally headed to the last location, worried. It was the literal middle of nowhere and nobody seemed to be there for him. As a chill went up his spine the man carefully turned around at the sound of unusual humming. Gasping as he spotted a ray of green light, he nearly fell over before he began running. Naturally, the light gave chase. Missing a shoe and running on hard gravel the man had a clear disadvantage and eventually found himself stuck in the tractor beam. Praying to whoever'd listen, the man blinked as he fell to his knees on a cold metal surface.
"What's the human's problem?" A rather unusual voice asked as Yaku slowly opened his eyes. Before him were a group of Vademon looking confused.
"Must not be used to tractor beams yet. STAND, HUMAN." One of them commanded. Yaku scrambled to his feet.
"You're Astamon's contact, yes?" Yaku nodded.
"I-I came to pick up a package a-and deliver it?"
"Astamon's gotten desperate..." One of them mumbled as they stepped aside. Yaku shuddered as a robotic creature approached.
"i am ebemon," came the monotone voice of Ebemon. "you are very lucky, human... We are not going to harm you and you are going to help us. we have an item to deliver to certain group and if you do well enough you will be rewarded." Another bright light showed up from a doorway, the group stepping aside to let it approach. It appeared to be a metallic cube. "this is the Bmob Rettam-Itna. you must be very careful as you deliver it, as we do not wish for it to break before it reaches the destination."
Giving the man the heavy item, Yaku shuddered. "It's rather... cold."
"It's made of metal and has been sitting around. Be glad it's not searing hot." A Vademon said. "Astamon gave you the instructions, good luck!" Before Yaku could say anything he and the cube found themselves back where they started. Looking at the address, the businessman frowned. It was all the way across the Dark Area and would likely take him forever to do it. Grabbing his suitcase and the hefty cube, he began his treacherous quest.
Those who can read backwards probably know what happened after Yaku left the cube unattended at the address. The explosion rocked everything and left the ground a large crater of devastation and wiped several of Astamon's enemies off the map. Of course, Yaku didn't realize what he'd done. Why would he? It's not like he could hear things backwards. If anything he was grateful he was nowhere near the explosion when it happened and figured some other digimon were fighting. He naturally got the hell out of there.
The man arrived at Astamon's store shortly after, panting and holding his head. "I-I did it... I got all the jobs done, sir..." The sound of joyful laughter was not what the man expected to hear.
"Congratulations kid! You got yourself an ally!" The large digimon put its arm around Yaku and hugged him close. "And what else did you want? A boat, right? I have one yeah, go ahead, Dock 19. You EVER show up here again, you can stay with me! You did great! Might hafta hire humans for this stuff more often. See ya Vercetti." The mon began pushing him out and shut the door on him.
"But my name's Tridori..." Sighing, Yaku went to the docks to get his boat and get off this godforsaken island.
As Astamon returned to the store-front and watching the news of his enemies' deaths pour into his lap, he lit up another cigarette and scratched his nose. He was the boss alright. Watching the carnage, listening to his father thank him for the guest, and reading that his dealer's supplies were restocked, it was abundantly clear to the digimon that it was good to be the boss. "Hope he enjoys that houseboat. Could'a just taken it and left but nope, he wanted to do good..." The mafia boss began laughing maniacally at his own joke.
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