Same as it Ever Was...? [Spirit Quest/Amelie/open]

"She's a real jerk though. She needs to learn that a normal life is one of the most dull things you could imagine. I was just a farmer, as previously mentioned and it was dull with a capital D. Every morning I'd wake up, I'd take the ham out of the ground, clean it off, put it back, test a meat apple, see if it's ripe, chase off any stupid kids trying to get free brautwursts. Where do you humans get meat from anyways? Carrie kept trying to tell me you kill things but that's just stupid. Anyways, I digress, she needs a good kick in the pants to get going ahead. Quit college, tell her parents off, head to the Digital World and become a merc or something."

Gotsumon let Amelie talk about her brother then her suggestions on Carrie. "Being nice? Why should I be nice when she treats me like I'm some horrible monster that should be locked in an attic? She thinks I'm the worst thing that's ever happened to her while I'm the one shackled to a kid who can't even work up the guts to tell the guy at the burger place they gave her a medium instead of a large. I used to fight, to save lives and take land, now I'm here." She stopped digging, shaking her head and picking up a rock, the small piece of sediment rolling into her body and joining her own form. Behind the rock was a small hole that lead into a cavern. "Go nuts kid. I might as well just wait for Carrie to die naturally and come back then."

"I hated every single moment of it, kid." She said. "It was a horrible, soul-grinding life where you'd go to bed with the only thought being that you'd do it all over again the next day with the rare exception of going to market and risk being scammed and robbed. Do you know where Carrie's gonna end up if she stays in your precious school system? Stuck in some crappy job that she's overqualified for while she could have gone to the digital world, where jobs are literally created every second! I quit the moment that battle was won, that meat farm is probably owned by some noname veggiemon living in his own personal dead-end hell! I don't want Carrie to live that life, especially in the human world where it's even less interesting! Safety and excitement are almost always mutually exclusive, and if you want to live in some 5 by 5 apartment watching some cartoon about people living better lives than you, go right ahead, but if I'm stuck with Carrie I'm going to make sure she doesn't regret getting hitched to some bozo salaryman and his ugly children!"

By this point Gotsumon was clearly projecting.

Gotsumon fell silent, not in the mood to continue this girl's argument. Inside the cavern was a well crafted tomb, walls covered in medieval style portraits of Digimon and grand battles. Urns filled with ashes of fallen warriors and hollowed walls filled with (what were more than likely fake) skeletons laying with swords and shields. The second she stepped inside, the torches on the walls lit up, leading down a long hallway. Gotsumon followed her inside, probably thinking very bad things about her tamer's new human companion. At the end of the hall was an ancient looking set of Knightmon holding a sword and sporting a long, long beard. His armor was rusted a dull brown, as was his sword. He breathed deeply and slowly as the two approached him, looking them over.

"It's probably fake, these guys are just made of armor." Gotsumon finally said. "You the next spirit of metal?" She asked. The knight did not answer. "Probably can't hear us... ARE YOU THE SPIRIT OF METAL?" She asked again, louder.
"I am the spirit of metal-" He had an old, dusty voice that was barely audible.
"Excellent, take it into the device an-" Gotsumon said, satisfied.
"'s keeper. I keep her totem safe." He continued, stepping on Gotsumon's lines. "She was very specific that she would only go with those worthy. What is you and your partner's name, young child?"

He nodded and opened a side-room filled with chalices of all shapes and sizes. "She was a digimon of faith, following the word of her religion to the letter. To continue farther, you must drink from the correct chalice..."
"This seems a bit familiar..." Gotsumon mumbled.
"But if you get the wrong chalice, you will be sent to the Dark area, and almost certain death." The knightmon's movements were clunky and hard to follow, probably because of all his rust. "Let Yggdrasil guide you, my child, and your spirit will surely come to you." All over the room the grails, cups, mugs, and shot glasses sat on pedestals... lots and lots of pedestals. There were possible hundreds of them all around, made from gold, silver, copper, jewels, you name a precious element you could probably find it there.
"Do... do we get a hint?" Gotsumon asked.
"No." He said, bluntly. "If you succeed you go to the next test and from there the totem will be yours."

Gotsumon frowned. "Of course, I just got out and now I gotta..." She mumbled and grumbled, huffed and puffed, but eventually she took out the D-tector and, vanishing in a flash of light, let Carrie take her body back.
"Ugh... I heard what happened." She said, shaking her head and trying to stay steady. "Thanks for sticking up for me." She gave Amelie a small, but warm smile and looked at the seeming piles of priceless archeological artifacts. "Wow... it seemed like there was a lot more through Gotsumon's eyes." She admitted, looking at her d-tector. The radar beeped and beeped steadily, then pointed away from the room full of cups and artifacts. Behind the two on the wall where they'd come in was a rather dinky looking wine glass that had a chip in it.

"Well." The knightmon said, looking at the girl that now stood before him. "Congratulations. Many digimon fail this puzzle. Good thinking outside of the box." He complimented. "...Is her name Gotsumon too or...?"
"No, I'm Catherine. I prefer to be called Carrie though..."
"Ah, Lady Catherine, a heavenly name. Walk this way to your next chamber." The knightmon began moving again, and Gotsumon snickered.
"I would but I doubt it would be good for my back." Gotsumon's voice came out of Carrie's mouth, quietly enough for Amelie to hear but not the knight. After long, the digimon would lead them down the hall to a regal chamber with many stone crosses on the walls, once elaborately decorated but now faded with age. In the center of the room is a coffin with several keyholes locking it shut. On top of the coffin is a key that had broken into three pieces.

"There's only two trials, because unfortunately, I cannot fight anymore." The knightmon said, solemnly. "Perhaps if there were a holy grail, but alas, Yggdrasil does not trust us with such a blessing. Here is the totem, and her soul tied to it, within her resting place. I cannot give you any clues for this one either."

Carrie took out the digivice and frowned as it didn't seem to beep or give them any hints other than confirming that knightmon was correct, the totem was still in the coffin. "Well..." Carrie said, looking it over. "I uh, I'd rather not insult mister Knightmon by trashing the things he'd worked on keeping safe for so long." She pointed out to Amelie. "So I guess we'll try the puzzle." She carefully swept the key pieces off of the coffin and looked them over. Several keys had been broken apart, leaving four handles and five... things you put into the keyhole. You know what I'm talking about, right? She double checked to make sure she had them all and that none had fallen to the floor long ago, then held them out in front of Amelie. "So..." She began, trying to think.

She began by seeing which keys felt like they fit together the best, but to no dice, they had all either been cut evenly or the age of the keys had made it impossible to decipher that way through feel or visual alone. She then began looking at color or material, which helped make one key and eliminate one handle, it appeared, but the rest were beyond her.
"OK, well... do you have any glue?" She asked her friend. "I uh, don't carry any..." She said the last part very quietly. The day she got high in Art class and pushed a kid out of a window was not something she dared repeat again, even if it was only the ground floor.

"I don't think Gotsumon even knows what metal is." Carrie mumbled. "And all she really does is uh... use rocks. I'm kinda glad she regenerates since I don't know what happens to me when she's just a head, but I don't think hitting these will do anything. Do you have any-" She said, suddenly thinking. "Magnets! Magnets are created by a combination of certain metals compounded to one-another and can be found in nature in the form of Magnetite. If Gotsumon knew what magnetite or magnets in general felt like, she could, theoretically, be able to summon it to her body and you could use it to keep the key together, assuming these keys are made of a magnetic material..." She said, looking at the pieces.

She dug into her backpack, looking for anything magnetic or magnet-esque, frowning, then thinking again. "Or we could make our own magnets... do you have anything made of metal you wouldn't mind losing?" She asked, digging into her backpack again. "All we'd need then is a battery and some kind of wire." She smiled as she pulled out a couple of paper clips.