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The Fruits of Light - Brokerage [Mission]
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Post by darkblade on May 30, 2017 3:53:56 GMT
Continued from 'The Fruits of Life"Ha! This guy knows business, alright. You should learn to lighten up, Tiger!"
The Beelzemon's eccentric laugh earned a 'tch' from his Tigervespamon comrade. Still, the machine-type put away his blade, the cracking sound of electricity leaving the room just as the Apollomon dropped his guard. The demon, meanwhile, gave a grin. "Not a fruit, we'll need the fruit. But, one-hundred thousand? Yup, that's yours... all ya gotta do is find a bunch of pink-or-red fruit and dig into the ground. The shiny thing you'll find's the rock we need, got it?"
It was definitely a cruder way of putting it than the Witchmon said! "So, how 'bout it? Certainly a better deal than whatever you got goin for ya."
Marshal North
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Post by Marshal North on May 30, 2017 4:25:45 GMT
Inside Apollomon's head, Marshal and Coronamon were having a heated discussion on their next move.
"I don't think this is right," Coronamon insisted. "We were hired by Witchmon, not these guys. To back out on our deal now would be extremely...uncouth. Not to mention Yuu would probably try to stop us even if we did manage to find this thing they're talking about."
"I know, I know," Marshal said, waving his partner off. "But I'm in the middle of coming up with a plan where maybe all parties can benefit!"
"Go on," Coronamon said.
"I'm kind of making it up as I go," Marshal admitted, "but if we can somehow trick them into thinking they have what they came here for, maybe we'll get paid and still save the day!"
"Still," Coronamon sighed, "this seems fishy as hell. Where do these guys just have all this money lying around to pay us with?"
The two decided to bring it up in conversation. "How do we know this isn't a setup?" Apollomon asked. "Furthermore, if you don't mind us asking, what do you plan to use these fruits for?" Apollomon might have been wise to shut his mouth at that point, considering he was still inside the Blimpmon somewhat at the mercy of these two. He did have the backup plan of just using an Inferno Burst to escape, but that was a last resort if negotiations were falling apart.
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Post by darkblade on May 31, 2017 2:34:34 GMT
"Oho, this guy's played with demons before." Apollomon's question didn't come off as a surprise to the Beelzemon, even earning a grin from the gun-toting virus type. "But you got two things to consider: you're already standing in our base, and trust me, this ain't all we can break out on you. I got no reason to lie to you at all."
"And second? You could just as easily destroy the fruit if we stiff you on the money, just like we can destroy the money if you stiff us on the fruit. There's no problem for us at all in paying for what we need." If nothing else, they were up-front about their offer, and should Marshal and Coronamon keep their heads about them, they should have no problems completing such a transaction.
That said, that last question just earned a chuckle from the Beelzemon. "Mm, if something as trite as motive is enough to make you wary, feel free to back down. Let's just say, neither you nor your friends here will ever have to worry about us coming after you. We'll have no need, anyway." That covered it if Marshal was looking for assurance, but for any more information, it would seem difficult to pry.
"So, what do ya say?" He extended out an arm, offering a shake. "We have a deal?"
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Post by Marshal North on May 31, 2017 3:03:54 GMT
Apollomon was stuck at this point. Every fiber in both Marshal and Coronamon's individual beings told them this was wrong, but at this point they were almost stuck in this situation. Attempting to destroy the Blimpmon would probably just make the rest of the armada turn on Ceresmon in an instant, and leaving without accepting the deal at this point would likely produce a similar result.
Apollomon extended his arm to return Beelzemon's handshake apprehensively, and as he did so a twinge of pain shot through his abdomen. For a brief instant, it would look as though some strange purple lighting had streaked across his body, but this was barely perceptible to anyone. In that instant, Apollomon felt less apprehensive about the deal and firmly returned Beelzemon's handshake. "We have a deal," he said firmly and coldly. "But know that if you stiff me on the money, you won't be losing out on just the fruit." Neither Marshal nor Coronamon knew where that scary statement came from. Neither of them had planned to say it at all, but they felt confident that they'd be able to handle themselves should that situation arise.
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Post by darkblade on May 31, 2017 3:42:15 GMT
A deal was struck, as far as the Beelzemon was concerned: gripping his new comrade's hand, and feeling a rare confidence from the super-mega's grip, the demon was more-or-less confident in Apollomon's immediate assistance on the matter. And for the gunman, this worked just fine:
If one of his own men found the fruit, he wouldn't owe Apollomon one red cent. If Apollomon found and brought it in, well, they had the fruit with some monetary damage. And in either case, this flaming behemoth of a Digimon would no longer be aboard any of their blimps! "Oh, trust me, we won't stiff ya' on anything. Now." With a snap of his fingers, the hatch on the Blimpmon opened once more, the air whistling by underneath them. "You know what you need to do - oh, just one more thing? Don't try and go after any of our associates down there. Mess with what they're doing, and you can kiss your take goodbye. But hopefully, that shouldn't be a problem, right?"
Yeah, it was one dirty stipulation to add on the end, but one that made sense: why pay the man who wrecked half your own army?
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Post by Marshal North on May 31, 2017 4:25:00 GMT
Apollomon sighed. Of course there had to be some stupid stipulation on the end of it. "Fine," he sighed as the hatch door opened behind him. Without another word, he dropped himself out of the Blimpmon and flew his way back down to the surface of Ceresmon.
Marshal sighed and opened the speech-to-text D-Terminal up and sent a short message to Yuu. "I managed to infiltrate the armada and discussed with their leader," he began. "However, I managed to get roped into helping them obtain the fruit for five times the reward somehow. What should our next move be?"
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Post by darkblade on Jun 4, 2017 3:12:10 GMT
Well, if nothing else, that succeeded in getting the super mega off their vessel for now. Unlike before, the main machine's spotlight drifted away from the Apollomon, once more scanning over the flying forest's back.
However, Ceresmon was not an infinitely patient being: as Marshal would attempt to descend towards the surface of the floating island, the behemoth flexed out its wings to their full wingspan, earth dust and rock shrapnel kicking up into the air. A mere moment later, the clouds in the sky around them would darken and crackle, lightning dancing between them. And the wind would soon whistle, blowing into a full-blown windstorm!
Ceresmon's canopy would be relatively unaffected, but so long as this storm was going on, it was going to be immensely difficult to fly: the Blimpmon at the flanks were already moving to increase their distance. And there was a good reason why: that earthen debris tore through, ready to rip through anything in the surrounding sky!
"CAW!" With a high pitch, the Ceresmon's primal cry rang out. If it had to defend the denizens of its forest, it would do so by any means necessary!
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