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Mission: The Road to Eldoradimon, Chapter 1
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Post by Bonetrousled? on Oct 30, 2016 6:06:54 GMT
The map would corroborate with what ShellNumemon had to say; while the sewer systems were extensively set up in the region around Eldoradimon's shell, they weren't anywhere close to the head. Really, it only made sense. A city needed to dispose of waste, but dropping it right over the head of the giant turtle they lived on would have been an absolutely awful idea. What if he got sick? Or if he got really pissed and crushed them like ants? The northernmost part of the sewers stopped right where the brick portion of its shell did, and for the sake of safety was reinforced with Chrome Digizoid walls. Anyone hoping to reach the head would be sorely disappointed as a result, and that included Mr. Yellow Fingers Dude.
Interestingly enough, where the sewers did stop was at Eldoradimon's sides sides. Piping hung down from the outermost brick layer there, facing downwards to minimize any spraying. Normally these pipes were sealed by special valves, but once over the Digital Sea or any Numemon settlements they were turned on to dispose of much of the city's refuse. The former was like a mere drop of trash in a giant ocean of water, although mention of feuds between Eldoradimon and KingWhamon over such incidents was annotated somewhere else in the book. The latter was the source of many cargo cults, forming small communities around the "giant magic slime turtle."
Still, the map told everything Squire needed to know, and the answer would have been far simpler than he could have feared. Keep pushing on north. Sure, there'd be the occasional locked door or detour, but once those obstructions were handled it'd be right back on the northward trail. That made things so much simpler!
Unfortunately, Squire's triumph was another's failure. A shaky voice came from the pile of garbage, warning "Boss! He's onto you!" A walky talky was then flung out of the pile at full force, hoping to distract Squire as whoever was in the pile made a break for the door. He shot forward like a white blur, slamming into the door and seemingly vanishing.
There was a second of silence, and then the door slammed itself shut. If Squire tried to open it, the door would promptly slam itself shut again and laugh. On close examination, the word EQUIPMENT seemed to have pupils inside the loops of the Q and the P, and a small fanged mouth was visible right beneath the U and the I.
Poltergeists. Those were the worst.
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Post by Avatar of Courage on Oct 31, 2016 2:48:23 GMT
'North, North, gotta go north!' repeated the young dragon in his head as he sprinted for the door, a big grin on his face. Man, and he had been about to go through the keypad door, ha! Now all he had to do was rush there before the mysterious digimon got there and he would be se-
Was the garbage pile talkin-?! BONK!
Squire staggered and nearly fell onto his face with a pained yelp when a walkie talkie was suddenly flung into his head, successfully stopping him on his tracks before he could get to the door. A blur of white motion followed, along with the sound of a door slamming shut.
Oh hell no.
"Oh no you don't, you crud muncher!" Screamed the young dragon as he broke into an explosive run towards the door, eyes blazing with anger. He hadn't quite seen what the other digimon had done... so he was assuming he was standing on the other side. It made decision making rather easy!
"I'LL CLEAVE YOU AND THE DOOR BOTH!" He screamed/promise the digimon as he swiftly unsheathed his blade, his last step cracking the floor tiles beneath him before he exploded into a leap, sword cutting through the air with ease as it moved to end the door's innocent life.
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Post by Bonetrousled? on Nov 1, 2016 20:39:45 GMT
The Door's cocky grin slowly melted away as Squire broke into a run. It turned into an outright look of terror as Squire drew his blade. Nevertheless, The Door held fast, even as its resolve threatened to break at any second.
The sword swung through the air, and soon bit right into wooden flesh. A thick gash was left in the door's front. Splinters sailed through the air, eventually settling into a gruesome pile at the base of the door. The letter T in Equipment was didn't stand a chance, the plastic letter shattering to pieces as Squire smashed it. The P and Q on the door's front expanded in sheer terror, and its jaw was dropped. It looked down at its large gash, realizing that another two slashes like that would flat-out hack it in half, and turned to Squire in shock.
"What the hell, man? That hurt!" it shouted. "I'm just a door! I didn't do anything to deserve this. Blame the guy keeping me shut, not me!"
At this point, if Squire knew what a Bakemon was, he'd know that was exactly what he was dealing with. The beady black eyes, the large fanged mouth, and the scratchy voice were dead giveaways. However, for whatever reason, it seemed adamant that it was just a humble, harmless door. As it ranted at Squire it turned its lock shut, making sure that nobody was getting through it.
"You wanna get through, huh? Say sorry first, maybe!" it demanded, occasionally looking down at its splinters in horror.
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Post by Avatar of Courage on Nov 3, 2016 7:33:41 GMT
Was the ghost- ahem! 'door' actually trying to blame him for everything that was happening right then? Oh hell no! "Oh, it hurt? Good! You think you can just chuck something at my head and try to lock me inside?" He waved his sword at the door, making threatening stabbing motions with his arms as he growled. "Just friggin' try it, punk! I'll skewer you and make toothpick out of yer ass!" Did talking doors even have asses...? Ah, whatever. He would carve one, then make carve it into a toothpick if they didn't.
"S-Sorry?!" It had thrown something at his head! Something hard! And it was trying to lock him inside. Why did he have to say sorry? He hadn't done anything wrong! "Like hell! This is all your fault! You are trying to keep me here while thick fingers screws around inside Eldoradimon!"
He was wasting time discussing with this blanket! He needed to get out there and make a beeline for the head before thick fingers got there and did... whatever it was he was planning to do. It would probably have been helpful to know what exactly the other mystery digimon intended... Wait. This guy had screamed something like 'boss' before throwing a walkie talkie at his head... Squire gasped.
"Wait a minute, You know what he is doing here!" He screeched, slapping his palm against his forehead. Wait... this meant it was actually possible big fingers had gone through the north gate, since the little lackey would have been able of moving the couch and making it look like...
Son of a gun.
Immediately pressing the tip of his blade hard against the surface of the door, over the scarred side his blade had left in his wake, Squire's eyes narrowed, his brow twitching slightly. 'I'm even more behind than I thought, all because of this... damn blanket!'
"All right, speak up, blanket! What's big fingers doing down here? What does he want?!"
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Post by Bonetrousled? on Nov 4, 2016 2:02:26 GMT
The Door couldn't help but giggle nervously at Squire's increasingly mounting anger. On one hand, it meant he was doing his job right. A frustrated Digimon was a Digimon prone to making mistakes, and as he barreled headfirst into trouble his accomplice would be making great strides. On the other hand, Squire was kind of terrifying right now. Maybe if he was just a Veemon things would be different, but he was a Veemon with a sword! That was a huge distinction. Specifically, a huge distinction that was currently jammed somewhere in his ectoplasmic flesh. He let out a slight yelp as the sword tip was pressed hard into him. If there was one downside about doing things the poltergeist way, it was that being broken really got painful after a while.
"Okay, okay, fine! And cool it with the names, kid. Your fingers ain't that pretty either, you know," he muttered, knowing full well he'd probably earn another stab for that insult.
Stab. Wait a minute. Slowly, a goofy grin spread across the door's face.
"Alright, alright, I'm coming out with my hands up," he said, his outline slowly separating from that of the door. His face stretched past the word SUPPLIES, the letters seeming to bulge out before eventually snapping right back into place. His hands came from the left and right side of the door, spread widely and making him look even more like a bedsheet than usual. His eyes darted around the room, as if confirming that he was in the same location where he started.
And then, with a wicked smile, he quickly tried to clasp both hands around Squire's sword. "Get over here!" he shouted as his body turned misty, hurtling toward Squire's sword at great speed. It seemed this cheeky little poltergeist wasn't surrendering, but simply trading one opportunity for another. Imagine how much chaos he could raise taking over a guardsman's own equipment! It would be hilarious!
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Post by Avatar of Courage on Nov 5, 2016 5:15:01 GMT
"Don't push it, blanket." Hissed the small dragon lowly as he pressed his blade harder against the gash on the door. He had to look menacing for his questioning to work, he had learned from his chat with the merchant. Fortunately, he was angry enough that doing so wasn't an issue. Honestly, he was wasting time trying to deal with this guy, but he didn't want to fly off in search for the other guy without at least knowing what he was dealing with.
He was careful with the ghost, his apparent submissiveness not too convincing to him. He seemed way too casual about it.
Watching the ghost digimon slowly pull himself out of the door was a rather boring experience. Why the heck was he being so slow about it, damn it. They were wasting time, for the love of friggin' Yggdrasil! 'Oh right, that's probably his intention.' "Come on! Move it, blanket! I ain't got all day!" Well, his next move was pretty fast, he'll give him that.
Not quite fast enough, though.
Squire had shifted away from the ghost, his sword moving away from the poltergeist as he held his fist directly in front of him, letting the punch his fist with its face.
"You know what?" He started as casually as he could, giving the ghost his scariest blank look. "You look like a real loyal guy. The kind of guy who would never betray his partner and stuff." He said, before slowly hefting his blade over his shoulders, his arms muscles visible tightening. "The kind of guy who's just a waste of time to try and question." He said as darkly as he could manage, his Orange eyes staring him down. "So, since you are obviously not going to tell my what I want..."
"I'll just save myself some time and Kill you now."
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Post by Bonetrousled? on Nov 8, 2016 20:38:14 GMT
The Bakemon's eyes briefly diverted as Squire tensed up his arm muscles, realizing that Squire wasn't kidding around with those death threats. Okay, so maybe he realized that when Squire thought he was barring the door from behind and tried to ruin him through, even if said door-barring culprit was a mere maintenance worker or janitor. But now that he had a face and a name to put his wrath to, he certainly wasn't harboring any goodwill for Bakemon. The ghost realized that if he didn't play his cards right, this was going to be a messy fight.
Thankfully, he had a plan. His eyes narrowed as a wicked grin spread across his face, the Bakemon quickly levitating high above Squire's head. He made sure to dangle just out of swording reach, even if it meant his head was brushing up against the ceiling of the maintenance room. "Really now? But . . . how do you kill that which is already dead!?" Dramatic lightning struck down from his claws, creating an ominous thunderclap in the area around him. Yes, he seriously just created his own special effects.
He continued to listlessly float around the room, hovering through objects to demonstrate just how little physical barriers meant to him. "C'mon, kid. I'm a ghost! Fly around? Pass through objects? You know, that kind of ghost? You're right, it's a total waste of time to question me. But if you waste time trying to kill me, the big guy's gonna be at the head before you even know it! And when he gets there to drop off the payload, oh man, you're gonna look like a fool.
. . . Although you know, he's the tough one and I'm the one who can go through walls. Pah. If that glory-hog didn't try and chokeslam me through the security door . . ." At mention of a tangible form, his body seemed to harden once more. He bumped his head right into a hanging lamp, letting out a few quick swears. "Right. Right. Gotta be a ghost," he muttered, rubbing his temples as his body turned transparent yet again.
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Post by Avatar of Courage on Nov 15, 2016 16:59:32 GMT
"I stab it until it stops screaming bloody murder." He replied flatly as he looked up at the floating ghost, not particularly amused at the theatrics. He had already seen it get hurt once, punch itself on his fist and just generally be pathetic. If it had no information for him, he had no time to waste on it. And he certainly didn't have time for this 'Ghost' nonsense.
"I don't care if you are a ghost or a freaking blanket; if you were immortal you wouldn't be floating as far away from my sword's edge as you could manage." He replied bluntly, "Not that it will help you. I can leap pretty far." he threatened, narrowing his eyes dangerously. "You don't even like yellow fingers, what's the point in protecting him? The guy isn't going anywhere. The Knight's guild is already on his way here. Master Dukemon is gonna have a field day reaming the guy's butt with his lance."
He crossed his arms over his chest, looking at the ghost flatly. "You can be out of this place without anyone noticing you. Just float right through the walls and lay low. Nobody but me knows the guy had help." He wondered if he should have worried about how good he appeared to be at lying, something he had sworn to not do and had been stubbornly against it just a couple of hours ago.
"Just tell me already, so I can forget I ever saw you and we can both be on our ways. What are you two doing here? Who the heck is Yellow fingers? Why did he try to choke slam you through a security door? And why didn't you pass through it? You can turn intangible." Lots of questions, but he had little time, so he needed to rush through them. He tried to appeal to the dislike shown by the ghost.
"No point in protecting some asshole with your life, no?"
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Post by Bonetrousled? on Nov 19, 2016 3:57:54 GMT
"Jeez, kid, you must be real fun at parties." It wasn't a very standard response to a brutal death threat, but it was the one Bakemon was currently rolling with. He nodded as Squire pointed out that he was being awfully defensive for someone so intangible, muttering "Touche . . ." under his breath at the astute assessment. It seemed no matter how much Bakemon tried to warn him about it being a headache, Squire was still fully committed to Operation: Stab A Ghost.
Nevertheless, what caught him off guard was when Squire pointed out what should've been obvious. If he didn't even like "Yellow Fingers", why was he helping him, anyway? In fact, it wasn't just a little thing Squire poked at, but a fairly major point that he had at least three questions about. The look in his eyes suggested surprise, if not at the nature of the situation than at Squire actually giving enough a damn about it to point it out. However, he quickly recovered with a shrug. "You ain't the only one with a master, you know," he said, tone far more contemplative than his previous statements. He opened his mouth a few times, as if trying to think of what to say.
Seemed Squire had left him something to think about, anyway.
After an awkward pause, he'd finally settled on something. "Word of advice, though? Don't pull that 'the rest of the guard's coming' crud on 'Yellow Fingers,' as you're calling him. Best case scenario he calls your bluff and crushes you right there. Worst case scenario he takes you hostage. You wouldn't want that. Trust me on that one." Unlike ShellNumemon, it was clear Bakemon had a lot more experience with this kind of scenario. Probably because ShellNumemon was just some petty criminal, while Bakemon was clearly hinting at something bigger going on. Nevertheless, judging by him looking up towards the ceiling, it was clear he was taking the escaping with his life option.
He popped into the ceiling, then poked his head back down to address Squire. "If you're asking who we are and why we're here, we're just like you. Errand boys. Think that covers everything." With that last statement he was gone, leaving Squire alone in the stuffed-up storage room.
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Post by Avatar of Courage on Nov 20, 2016 7:12:07 GMT
"I've been told." Replied the young dragon wryly. Even the old knight called him out on it occasionally. As well as the neighbors. And the other child levels. He wasn't fun, he knew. Moving on!
They really were wasting a lot of time here; who knew how far yellow fingers had gone at this point. Hopefully the digimon hadn't learned his way around the sewers either. He really didn't want to know what they intended to do after they had done.
His words had a rather visible effect on the ghost digimon. It was the first time someone reacted so openly to something he had said. Now he really wanted to know why this guy was here. The ghost refused to give him anything concrete, however. Nothing but a very cryptic word...
"A... Master?" Squire blinked at the ghost, his eyes widening slightly. That... didn't sound good. Almost foreshadowy, even. Was there actually more going on than he had thought? He didn't have much time to ponder on it; for his next trick, the ghost called him out on his bullshit.
"Er..." Was all he could manage, his hand moving to scratch at the back of his head nervously. This just proved that he really was nothing but a novice at bluffing. "I'll, Uh... I'll keep that in mind." He replied simply, gulping. Just another reminder that yellow fingers was likely not a nice little rookie he could beat down.
And this Bakemon was obviously not nearly as foolish as the Numemon. The ghost digimon left him alone with nothing but a small cryptic clue and the feeling left by having a lot more questions than answers.
"... Damn it, that really was a waste of time." He muttered to himself when the ghost didn't come back, turning on his heel towards the door. It hadn't been a complete waste. He now knew that these guys weren't the ones actually behind whatever this little operation was; there was a 'master' of some sort, and these guys were just his errand boys. Regardless of yellow finger's status as a simple henchman however, Squire still had to deal with him before he achieved whatever he intended to do.
"North." He mumbled to himself as he began to walk towards the northern exit, throwing aside the sofa with grunt and a yank. The champion had a head start on him; but Squire knew the straight path. Hopefully, that would help him catch up, or even outpace the larger digimon.
Taking a deep breath, the young dragon braced himself as he faced the darkness, letting his lantern illuminate his path. Then he broke into a sprint forward, running as fast as his feet could carry him.
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Post by Bonetrousled? on Nov 21, 2016 6:26:06 GMT
The journey forward wouldn't be very easy for Squire. Or, at the very least, it wouldn't have been if he hadn't taken the foresight to grab the map. The maze of pipes, tunnels, and maintenance rooms that made up Eldoradimon's sewer systems were practically designed to go as far away from the north as possible. After all, north was where Eldoradimon's head was. West, east, and even south were acceptable exits for sewage and waste, but to get Eldoradimon's head covered in filth would have simply been unacceptable. This meant that the path north was a horrible, convoluted mess. Sometimes Squire would have to make at least five left turns in a row just to get back onto a northward place. Sometimes he would have to go through the precarious space between pipes, crawling beneath them wherever there was free space. Sometimes he would have to run through more offices and maintenance buildings, such as the sewage treatment room that made up the sewer system's central core.
Of course, Squire wasn't alone in this. As he advanced his lantern would reveal more drops of fertilizer and crumbled, yellow stones, indications that the threat he was pursuing had been walking the same path. However, whereas Squire was on as direct of a course as possible, "Yellow Fingers' " trail of debris showed he was having a much harder time. Occasionally the dusty trail seemed to spiral around, as if he had been navigating the same rooms for a long, long time. The chunks of stone seemed to be bigger in some rooms. Often, these were rooms where large dents were left in the walls, signs of the frustration that "Yellow Fingers" must have been in.
What happens when two objects are moving in the same line at two different speeds? Eventually, they are bound to meet in the middle.
By now, Squire would be facing down a door with a large caution symbol on the front. Or, at least, it would look like a caution symbol. A frustrated hole had been punched straight through the door, which meant the caution symbol was now just the tattered border of a triangle. Considering the door was made of sheet metal, that was probably a bad sign about what Yellow Fingers was like. Through the door Squire would be able to notice a long hallway, stretching so far into the distance that the door on the other side wouldn't even be visible. According to the map, this was an emergency access hallway to the tip of ElDoradimon's shell. Only the most elite of workers had clearance to work for the hamlets here, as beginners could not be trusted to handle any sewage runoffs that could threaten ElDoradimon's health.
The heavily robed figure currently stomping down the hallway didn't seem much like an elite sewage worker. And the stuff he was carrying didn't seem to be treatment supplies.
He constantly looked over his shoulder, as if making absolute sure he wouldn't be watched. It wasn't a reliable pattern, more like the constant half-second glances of someone who knew they'd be in trouble. Naturally, someone wouldn't be that on-edge if they didn't have a plan for what to do when they noticed an interloper. If Squire made too much noise, or shone his lantern too brightly, he would smash the ground with a tremendous fist. Jagged stone spikes would shoot into the air, penetrating from floor to ceiling and leaving the path completely sealed. It was a solid plan for keeping an interloper away, although it would fail to account for two humble ladders on the left and right side of the door. These ladders presumably lead to the hamlet's sewers, and while a tight, cramped detour would hopefully get Squire where he needed to be.
Or Squire could do things the hard way, moving slowly and with determination through the darkness. It would be hard to avoid the figure's constant paranoid gazes, but if he managed to adjust to their strange tempo he could perhaps take the figure by surprise. It would just take a little subtlety and a lot of patience to pull that off.
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Post by Avatar of Courage on Nov 23, 2016 21:57:08 GMT
The digimon he was chasing was not that good at hiding its presence. There was a trail of yellow dust in every room he reached, bits of rocks strewn around the floor haphazardly. He didn't have the time to truly examine the occasional damage done by the digimon, but his passing glances gave him enough info, he felt.
Nothing was as telling as the hole it had punched onto the sheet metal door, however. Squire gulped as he stared at the ruined caution sign, stepping past it nimbly. This was going to suck, he could already tell.
He couldn't quite see much of the digimon, just the shadow of a cloaked creature, but he could hear it. His stomping echoed across the entire tunnel, reverberating against the enclosed walls and giving Squire a vague understanding of where the larger mon stood.
Squire narrowed his eyes and gathered his guts as he stared at the back of the shadow of the larger digimon. It didn't appear to have noticed him yet; hadn't started moving faster, not turned back to smack him down yet. Looking around carefully, the little dragon took notice of a pair of ladders at the sides of the door. Pursing his lips, he glanced back to the tunnel, then back at the door, and then at the ladders.
He glanced at his map. The Ladders didn't seem to take him anywhere other than his destination.
The sounds were growing dimmer.
'Well, that takes the decision off my hands.' Gulping, the little dragon tucked the map back in a pouch before beginning to climb the ladders, keeping a groan in his throat as he realized this was yet another tight fit of a path. No wonder the other digimon hadn't taken them. 'Urgh, just gotta deal with it...!'
It was not his preferred choice, but if he had to crawl, he would.
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Post by Bonetrousled? on Dec 22, 2016 4:33:17 GMT
Thankfully, Squire wouldn't have to spend much time crawling through the ducts. An explosive sound echoed through the vents, revealing itself as the sound of metal being smashed as soon as the horrid ringing stopped. Just ahead of Squire was an air vent, positioned in a prime spot for snooping on Yellow Fingers.
The cloaked figure was smashing at a Chrome Digizoid wall furiously. Judging by what Bakemon had to say, smashing was really the only solution he could come up with. While that allowed him to tear his way through the rest of the sewer with ease, a sheer wall of the Digital World's hardest metal was just too far beyond his abilities. Small, yellow rocks fell off of his hands with each strike, and eventually he gave up with a frustrated snort. Briefly the Digimon slumped against the wall, wondering what he could possibly do in this situation.
Then, inspiration struck. He reached into his robes, figure dramatically slimming down as he started pulling out big barrels. Slowly Yellow Fingers started pacing around the room, lining the barrels along the side of the Chrome Digizoid wall. Small traces of soil and gunpowder lined the front of the wall, messily spilling out with each barrel placed due to Yellow Fingers' careless work. It took a step back, evaluating the placement of its work and cracking its knuckles.
It seemed intent on blowing the path to Eldoradimon's head open. But surely Squire wouldn't stand for that, would he?
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Post by Avatar of Courage on Jan 12, 2017 3:47:02 GMT
He certainly wouldn't!
"Stop right there, Yellow Fing- err... VILLAIN!" Suddenly screamed the young dragon as he vaulted down from his higher ground, landing onto the floor below, throwing away any chance for stealth he may have had.
In retrospective, not a brilliant move.
"Eldoradimon's City Police Department Knight Guild! Drop the weapon-! Er... bombs!" He shouted at the larger Digimon, pointing his unsheathed blade at it. Now that they were on even ground, the Digimon looked way bigger... and meaner.
Squire gulped, his breathing a little erratic as the core(?) in his chest(?) began to pulse harder. Okay, so maybe giving up his chance at stealth was a really bad idea. That was okay, he could still do this. The guy was larger than him, looked tougher than him, and was a literal league above him, but he could totally still do this.
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"Man, this was a horrible idea." he mumbled to himself lowly as he tried to steady his trembling arms. Anything less than a firm hold on his blade would make him absolutely ineffective in this fight, he knew. Shaking his head to try and dispel the fear settled on his chest, Squire leveled his glare onto the larger digimon, breathing deeply before speaking.
"You don't wanna do this, pal. You ain't a match for a knight!" Luckily for the digimon, he was Squire. "Just give up and this will be easy for both of us!"
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Post by Bonetrousled? on Aug 12, 2017 21:17:35 GMT
(With Bread back from hiatus, let's slam dunk this thing to completion!) Yellow Fingers' head snapped around as his epithet was called out, eyes leering out from under the shade of his hood. Clearly, he didn't share Squire's appreciation for theatrics. Whereas a more flamboyant villain would have likely unmasked to match Squire's superhero landing, Yellow Fingers instead made sure to keep any incriminating parts of his body hidden beneath his cloak. Like hell he was going to let an actually important member of the Knight Guild find out who he was.
Still, an order to drop the bombs? It was almost like Squire was asking Yellow Fingers for what would come next. Shrugging, the large Digimon hefted up the last barrel with one hand, flinging it right in Squire's direction. The barrel started to hiss and smoke as it sailed through the air, and if it made direct contact with Squire or the floor alike it would end up detonating explosively. It would be mildly uncomfortable at worst for ElDoradimon, but for both Squire's face or the integrity of the sewer network it would've likely been quite bad.
With all said and done, Yellow Fingers turned back to the aligned barrels, his figure continuing to diminish as he began setting them down faster and more haphazardly. If he kept letting this stupid Veemon distract him, there wouldn't be nearly enough payload left to blow open the Digizoid wall. He had erred on the side of overkill for a reason, and he was not going to let himself be left working with the bare minimum.
The only sound, besides the soft smoking of the gunpowder barrels, was the heavy thudding of Yellow Fingers' footprints. They were so heavy that it was almost as if he was a statue.
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