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First stage of revenge (blubamon introduction (open) )
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Post by ferrus on May 28, 2017 13:05:15 GMT
Some kilometers away from the village the cold wind dances peacefully a digimon in its baby stage wound wander around. It knows it should be in the same place where it hatched like the rest of babies do. The cold winds and the freezing ground are comfortable to the blue ball with green eyes and blue hair. That's blubamon. It never liked to follow the same standards as the other of its same condition do.
Blubamon looked around confused about the last events. Those flashbacks of angels holding a sword in the middle of his thorax, the screams of pain and that yellow beam coming from the sky... Those are too much to remember to a Digimon in his baby stage. In there have happened few days since Blubamon emerged from the dig egg but those incomplete memories before his death are following. It laid down thinking and rolling like a ball. Some snowflakes covered his pale blue fur making him look like a genuine snowball. Once it stopped to roll once the snow was too much to hande for himself.
Why... Why I got killed... Blubamon thought with its blue eyes looking at the snow.
It shook in anger before to run and charge against a rock only to face the pain again. The small creature fell on his back and sighed.
I can't do a lot with this size. I need to grow up fast and know what happened last time... but how?
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Post by Ban/Double D on May 28, 2017 20:02:48 GMT
A bright red patch emerged throughout the sea of white, an Elecmon with a small toothpick sticking out of his mouth. He spotted The baby level, frowning. He charged his feet with electricity, sliding down the bluff with a static charge. He was a traveler, oddly enough, with a similar story to this Blubamon, as his power was severely decreased after a freak fight with Knights, though he hasn't died like the newborn has, and recalls all of his memories and his experience gathered over the years. His movements were well trained and precise, showing expertise in his current form, as he approached the small digimon, slowly, flattening his tail back, to show no ill will, as he spoke softly and calmly, "Hello, little one. What are you doing out here all alone?" he asked, stopping approximately ten feet away from the baby, as to not cramp it's space.
He sat on his haunches, waiting patiently for the baby to make the choice to trust him, fight him or flee. His steely gaze surveyed the small digimon closely, as his ears remained perked up, listening for any other potential threats in the area, a habit he gained through years of living in the digital world, where threats lay around every corner, especially for a rookie and even more so for a baby level. He understood that he might need to get this smaller creature somewhere safer than in the open like this.
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Post by ferrus on May 28, 2017 22:24:11 GMT
Blubamon got himself on his two feet as soon as he could. His long hair held with a ribbon got erected like a bunch of wires. If that wasn't enough he showed the only couple of sharp jaws. He was small, but with attitude.Blubamon didn't look at the elecmon as its enemy, but neither someone to trust, but he would try to act intimidating.
I'm here because I want, and for all you can think, I don't need the protection of someone. Now if you don't care go away unless you want to be my flesh bag.
For a moment he regrets his last words, but is elecmon decides to attack, he is more than ready to react, even of his attacks are worthless. With a bit of prudence, he asked.
What are you... Do you own a name?
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Post by Ban/Double D on May 28, 2017 23:05:46 GMT
He didn't move an inch as he heard the angry little digimon's response, he decided to use a casual nature to make the cautious little mon a bit more comfortable with his presence: "My, and here I was, trying to be neighborly, my mistake, I suppose, and I suppose I do have a name, you can address me either as "Elecmon" or "Ban", either work just fine with me." he shrugged, countering Blubamon's aggressive nature with a carefree one, "And I wasn't offering to protect you, I was simply curious. Now I understand you just feel you are superior to your fellow baby-levels. Or am I mistaken?" He asked, tilting his head, raising his eyebrow. This little creature was entertaining and spirited, maybe he would get strong later, who knows what the result would be? Either way, right now, this little creature would do better among friendly company. Though it seems that isn't the attention this troublemaker wanted.
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Post by ferrus on May 29, 2017 1:13:03 GMT
Maybe no... Those cowards shivered when they watched me leaving the village of the beginnings.It makes me different?
His big eyes stared at Elecmon in anger, but he wasn't the responsible of it. The reason of the Digimon's fury was those repetitive flashbacks wich haven't abandoned him since he left the Digi-egg
The yellow beam...
..the edge across him...
...the punishment raising from the heaven....
He doesn't know how real or accurate are those mental images. The memories start to mix between them creating new unreal ones. Once they flooded the head of Blubamon started to drop some tears. His soft moans sound according to its stage. Instinctively he ran towards Ban and seeks for protection. He nuzzled against his red fur.
I need to be stronger... So, those angels won't appear again...
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Post by Ban/Double D on May 29, 2017 2:51:40 GMT
He chuckled, taking that as a yes, he casually laid down on his belly, a jovial smile still on his face, before he took notice in his next words and how... distracted he seemed, before charging at him. His ears perked up, not reacting negatively out of mere curiosity, as the small digimon nuzzled into him. His amused smile disappeared, as he frowned, before bringing one of his paws gently over top of the small creature, "Angels...? Well, I don't know anything about that... But, as a matter of fact, I wish to get stronger as well." He smiled, before taking a serious expression, "It seems we have both been wronged... Tell me, has your life been easy? Or difficult?" He asked, basically asking if this digimon was a virus or otherwise, he doubted he would be a vaccine as most angelic digimon only assault non-vaccine types, in his experiences, in their eyes, a vaccine can do no wrong. "It seems your rivals are angels, while mine are knights... Funny how these things work out, no?" he muttered, more to himself, than the little one, though he turned to the in-training level, again. We both desire strength. What say we aid each other?" He offered, smiling, staying entirely still, so the smaller creature grew comfortable.
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Post by ferrus on May 29, 2017 23:49:28 GMT
He wiped his tears and sneezes. His head tilted. Why they would hunt the ones which aren't vaccine like them. It seemed elitist, or racism to Blubamon, but he didn't have the words to express it. Maybe they are one of the courses for belonging to the virus type once he grows up.
He tried to remember if he had a good or bad life before the tragic event, but he has no idea if he had a good or bad life. Everything he can remember in a vague way is his group of friends who used to hang around. He moved his head around looking for his comrades, he wondered if they are alive or still waiting to born from their eggs. It doesn't change his loneliness.
Alright, I'll stay with you, but we have to promise to protect ourselves.... You will protect me for those Angelñs, and I'll protect you from those knights....Knights, what did they do? What are them? Are they evil? The little one sat in front of Elecmon like if he were going to tell a fairy tale, but darker. maybe he heard something about them but the data has been deleted or maybe Blubamon never cared about them.
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Post by Ban/Double D on May 30, 2017 4:02:55 GMT
"It is my sworn duty to defend those weaker than me. There would be no point in refusing your request." he replied, smiling. He frowned, when asked about the knights, "well, they aren't wholly evil. All of them believe they are doing the right thing, although they show their dominance in their strength, and constantly squabble amongst themselves, and as a result, inmocent digimon who pick sides get hurt, sometimes if they don't even take a side. My issue isn't in their motives, it is how they refuse to change their ways to allow the world to progress forward, as well as how sloppily they govern their... territory." he replied, before realizing this might be a bit too complicated, so he simplified his , "I wanted to do something, but they didn't like my idea, and tried to kill me, though I escaped, losing my power in the process." he explained, hoping that was simple enough.
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Post by Katsura Ise on May 30, 2017 11:43:18 GMT
Katsura had recently made the decision of living in the digital world rather than the human world. Initially Nyao doubted the sanity of such an idea. But Katsura surprised Nyao with her ever friendly way of dealing with others, it was more often than not Nyao's fault if something went wrong.
The first thing Katsura wanted following her migration was to see the entire digital world, their first stop had been the dark area, today they had reached the northern area. In there was the remains of a village. It was the perfect place to camp for the day.
Katsura was walking around exploring the ruins in awe, in her arms she was carrying Nyao the blackgatomon. "This place is so beautiful, Nyao" "Agreed, though I wish I could have seen it in its prime" "It's okay, who are they?
It was then a pair of digimon less than 100 meters had caught Katsura's attention, a Blubamon and an Elecmon to be specific.
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