MPC #50A - FCF Strike [solo/finished]
May 27, 2018 18:24:39 GMT
Post by Idea on May 27, 2018 18:24:39 GMT
MPC Name:"A Golden Anniversary"
MPC Number: 50A
Reward Requested: Bits
Author's Note: It's probably not clear for those who are not aware of the character's backstory, so I thought I'd clarify OOC that the following is a past pivotal moment in one of Monodramon's past lives, being both the origin of the FCF strikes and of a certain tradition that is of great importance to how his tale begins.
Walking down the crumbling stairs, the Dorbickmon sensed the walls around him. Scratches, cold metal in chain patterns, craters, random bits of rocks and cracks, cold and burned alike. It did not paint a pretty picture of the underground place BlackWarGreymon was taking him to.
“I will ask you again, where are you taking me?”
“How long did it take you to achieve your current form, Dorbickmon? A decade? Two? Four?”
Dorbickmon sighed at the unsatisfactory response.
“This again? You know as well as I do how long it’s been since I was a simple Dorumon. You’re obsessed with evolution, Blackwargreymon, you…”
“Actually, that’s where you are wrong. I’ve got my answer now, and I’ve let go of it. Still, I cannot deny. Ever since I witnessed that pisqueak simply evolve like it was nothing, like we didn’t have to face harsh battles with our lives on the line for so long, combat the darkness and the light alike… We’ve grown strong together, Dorbickmon. We’ve GROWN strong. We paid the price for our power, put in the effort to grow, but with these…these…creatures…”
“Humans.” Dorbickmon interjected, but it didn’t stop Blackwargreymon from proceeding.
“.. next to them, any random idiot or evildoer can achieve that which we needed our entire lives to achieve. Can you blame me, for wanting to correct such a wrong? For wanting some semblance of balance in this world. Well, I’ve found something even those little divices can’t match up to.”
As if on cue, they arrived at the end of the stairs, facing a large metal gate. It had clearly seen better days, yet while it wasn’t much taller than Dorbickmon, it certainly looked more sturdy than its appearant age would suggest.
“This sort of abandoned location is perfect for what I’ve been doing.”
“And what, exactly, HAVE you been doing?”
“Practicing. Honing my techniques, my blades. And the power I found within my code. Come, see for yourself.”
For the first time in almost a decade, a drop of sweat rolled down Dorbickmon’s face. He knew his friend since the two of them were fresh digimon. He knew him as the two of them stood bravely in the defense of the weak, and honed their power against the strong. Losing, getting hurt, almost dying over and over again. Slowly going through the motions of absorbing worthy data, and fighting even stronger opponents until they reached each stage of evolution. Learning to not only wield more power, but wielding the same power in a greater form. They even started that dojo, until the day Blackwargreymon was caught by surprise when two of their disciplies suddenly evolved into ultimate level digimon and ganged up on their baffled master. Behind them were none other than these complete foreigners to the digital world, a bug among bugs, these creatures known as humans. Their feelings empowered them and their digimon with a bizarre strength, like nothing the digital world had seen before. That day had been ingrained into Blackwargreymon’s mind.
What could have made him say he’d let it go now? The answer laid behind the door he just opened, but it was pitch black. There was only the semblance of something thin and bent, like an oddly geometrical worm. Blackwargreymon walked towards slowly and in contemplation, as if soaking in the sight of whatever it was, before he bent down and hurled it towards Dorbickmon. The dragon digimon’s eyes widened as he looked down.
In his hands was nothing more nothing less, than a metallic severed leg. It was a black metal ending in a grey wolf’s paw, and on the other end was a cleanly cut red circle, glitch as if the data itself was confused as to what to be. Before Dorbickmon could ask what brought that kind of horror, Blackwargeymon’s claws were imbued in a red glitch aura, similar to the wound on the leg but much more erratic.
“I call this “File Corruption Force Strike”. You may called it FCF Strike if that helps you remember it better. It is the culmination of my research and my training.” He explained. Dorbickmon growled.
“Blackwargreymon, what did you do? What sort of mad power is this?”
“A fitting response to the aggression shown to our world. Those creatures think they can simply come here and change everything. That they have the right to accelerate change. Well, this is a simple power then, the power to keep things fixed. With this, even those mega level abominations can be stopped. For the sake of how this world, should be.” Dorbickmon half-expected Blackwargreymon to chuckle, but his voice only got lower, sharper and deeper as he squinted his eyes and the red aura vanished from his claws. “Perhaps you are not convinced of it’s power, Dorbickmon? Is that why you are still staring at me like that, even after I worked so hard to make sure everything we sacrificed to achieve this day wasn’t in vain? Then, let me introduce to you, my “volunteer” in testing the FCF Strike techniques.”
Blackwargreymon jammed his claws into lines marked on the floor and black flames descended from those claws, following the lines like water flowing down a river, and eventually illuminating the whole tower with broken floors all the way up to the top, with a dim light. In a cage not far behind Blackwargreymon was a Blackmetalgarurumon, with wings shattered into pieces, and all four of it’s legs cut as cleanly as the one Dorbickmon was holding. He wasn’t even able to bear to do so any long, dropping the leg in a panic.
“You…monster… let him go!” Dorbickmon couldn’t believe what his friends had become. “Brestonic Fire!”
From the dragon markings in his chest, two jets of flame erupted in Blackwargreymon’s direction. He sighed.
“FCF Technique: Illusion Filter.” For a second, that red glitch aura covered Blackwargreymon, and as it vanished again Dorbickmon felt a weird almost numbing wave wash over him. He witnessed as his flames passed right through Blackwargreymon and the cages, as if they weren’t there anymore, as if they could be seen and heard, but nothing about them was substancial. Dorbickmon growled, legs trembling.
“Flame Tongue!” He called out, a sword of flames forming in his hand. The dragon charged at Blackwargreymon.
“FCF Technique: Paralyzing Malware.” Suddenly, Dorbickmon felt himself…no, he couldn’t feel himself at all. It was a sensation like that of floating, but his body was simply still, unable to move even an inch. He couldn’t even speak to Blackwargreymon anymore, or spit on the ground in the face of this inglorious bout, as Blackwargreymon prepared to attack with his dramon destroyers.
“Sub-Zero Cannon!” A struggling voice called out from behind. In a flash of blue, suddenly as much as half of Blackwargreymon was frozen solid.
Now, of all times, Blackwargreymon chose to chuckle.
“Ah, yes, I had almost forgotten. Thank you for reminding me so diligently, oh abomination. I had almost forgotten to show my friend the true potential of this technique. See, Dorbickmon, while my ability can stop their data from becoming what it used to be… While it can stop their changes… it can also bring about a different kind of future for them. Observe, FCF Technique: Haunting Synchronization!”
Blackwargreymon raised his claw, pointing it at the Blackmetalgarurumon. A black glitchy aura was shot out of Blackwargreymon’s body towards the defenseless Blackmetagarurumon, destroying his cage, and causing his eyes to go white. Blackwargreymon’s own became white, pure white, as well, and then he seemed to choke. He coughed for a few moments, before a large grey sword rushed out of him through his mouth, breaking the helmet. His body was covered by the same dark aura he just used, the shield on his back closed together on his own. He began levitating, the Blackmetalgarurumon as well. The black aura pulled them together, and the dark flames that illuminated that location began getting sucked into the amalgamation, giving it a clearer form despite the lessening light.
“I..we are Ominimon-Zwar.” The newly formed digimon’s voice echoed. It turned to the still paralyzed Dorbickmon. “Do you see the power? Do you see what can be done, that we can overcome those pests from another world? Tell me with your eyes, Dorbickmon, old friend. Will you join me? I have brought enough harm. I will not bring any more. I simply wish to spread this power, so that all may move away from those abominable ways.”
Dorbickmon’s eyes simply squinted, and a little drool fell from his mouth, the closest he could come to spitting in this case.
“I see. This saddens me, Dorbickmon. But worry not.” He walked behind the dragon digimon, and placed the greysword right behind his head. “I will be sure to find your egg, and raise you as a true warrior this time.”
Word Count: About 1474
MPC Number: 50A
Reward Requested: Bits
Author's Note: It's probably not clear for those who are not aware of the character's backstory, so I thought I'd clarify OOC that the following is a past pivotal moment in one of Monodramon's past lives, being both the origin of the FCF strikes and of a certain tradition that is of great importance to how his tale begins.
Walking down the crumbling stairs, the Dorbickmon sensed the walls around him. Scratches, cold metal in chain patterns, craters, random bits of rocks and cracks, cold and burned alike. It did not paint a pretty picture of the underground place BlackWarGreymon was taking him to.
“I will ask you again, where are you taking me?”
“How long did it take you to achieve your current form, Dorbickmon? A decade? Two? Four?”
Dorbickmon sighed at the unsatisfactory response.
“This again? You know as well as I do how long it’s been since I was a simple Dorumon. You’re obsessed with evolution, Blackwargreymon, you…”
“Actually, that’s where you are wrong. I’ve got my answer now, and I’ve let go of it. Still, I cannot deny. Ever since I witnessed that pisqueak simply evolve like it was nothing, like we didn’t have to face harsh battles with our lives on the line for so long, combat the darkness and the light alike… We’ve grown strong together, Dorbickmon. We’ve GROWN strong. We paid the price for our power, put in the effort to grow, but with these…these…creatures…”
“Humans.” Dorbickmon interjected, but it didn’t stop Blackwargreymon from proceeding.
“.. next to them, any random idiot or evildoer can achieve that which we needed our entire lives to achieve. Can you blame me, for wanting to correct such a wrong? For wanting some semblance of balance in this world. Well, I’ve found something even those little divices can’t match up to.”
As if on cue, they arrived at the end of the stairs, facing a large metal gate. It had clearly seen better days, yet while it wasn’t much taller than Dorbickmon, it certainly looked more sturdy than its appearant age would suggest.
“This sort of abandoned location is perfect for what I’ve been doing.”
“And what, exactly, HAVE you been doing?”
“Practicing. Honing my techniques, my blades. And the power I found within my code. Come, see for yourself.”
For the first time in almost a decade, a drop of sweat rolled down Dorbickmon’s face. He knew his friend since the two of them were fresh digimon. He knew him as the two of them stood bravely in the defense of the weak, and honed their power against the strong. Losing, getting hurt, almost dying over and over again. Slowly going through the motions of absorbing worthy data, and fighting even stronger opponents until they reached each stage of evolution. Learning to not only wield more power, but wielding the same power in a greater form. They even started that dojo, until the day Blackwargreymon was caught by surprise when two of their disciplies suddenly evolved into ultimate level digimon and ganged up on their baffled master. Behind them were none other than these complete foreigners to the digital world, a bug among bugs, these creatures known as humans. Their feelings empowered them and their digimon with a bizarre strength, like nothing the digital world had seen before. That day had been ingrained into Blackwargreymon’s mind.
What could have made him say he’d let it go now? The answer laid behind the door he just opened, but it was pitch black. There was only the semblance of something thin and bent, like an oddly geometrical worm. Blackwargreymon walked towards slowly and in contemplation, as if soaking in the sight of whatever it was, before he bent down and hurled it towards Dorbickmon. The dragon digimon’s eyes widened as he looked down.
In his hands was nothing more nothing less, than a metallic severed leg. It was a black metal ending in a grey wolf’s paw, and on the other end was a cleanly cut red circle, glitch as if the data itself was confused as to what to be. Before Dorbickmon could ask what brought that kind of horror, Blackwargeymon’s claws were imbued in a red glitch aura, similar to the wound on the leg but much more erratic.
“I call this “File Corruption Force Strike”. You may called it FCF Strike if that helps you remember it better. It is the culmination of my research and my training.” He explained. Dorbickmon growled.
“Blackwargreymon, what did you do? What sort of mad power is this?”
“A fitting response to the aggression shown to our world. Those creatures think they can simply come here and change everything. That they have the right to accelerate change. Well, this is a simple power then, the power to keep things fixed. With this, even those mega level abominations can be stopped. For the sake of how this world, should be.” Dorbickmon half-expected Blackwargreymon to chuckle, but his voice only got lower, sharper and deeper as he squinted his eyes and the red aura vanished from his claws. “Perhaps you are not convinced of it’s power, Dorbickmon? Is that why you are still staring at me like that, even after I worked so hard to make sure everything we sacrificed to achieve this day wasn’t in vain? Then, let me introduce to you, my “volunteer” in testing the FCF Strike techniques.”
Blackwargreymon jammed his claws into lines marked on the floor and black flames descended from those claws, following the lines like water flowing down a river, and eventually illuminating the whole tower with broken floors all the way up to the top, with a dim light. In a cage not far behind Blackwargreymon was a Blackmetalgarurumon, with wings shattered into pieces, and all four of it’s legs cut as cleanly as the one Dorbickmon was holding. He wasn’t even able to bear to do so any long, dropping the leg in a panic.
“You…monster… let him go!” Dorbickmon couldn’t believe what his friends had become. “Brestonic Fire!”
From the dragon markings in his chest, two jets of flame erupted in Blackwargreymon’s direction. He sighed.
“FCF Technique: Illusion Filter.” For a second, that red glitch aura covered Blackwargreymon, and as it vanished again Dorbickmon felt a weird almost numbing wave wash over him. He witnessed as his flames passed right through Blackwargreymon and the cages, as if they weren’t there anymore, as if they could be seen and heard, but nothing about them was substancial. Dorbickmon growled, legs trembling.
“Flame Tongue!” He called out, a sword of flames forming in his hand. The dragon charged at Blackwargreymon.
“FCF Technique: Paralyzing Malware.” Suddenly, Dorbickmon felt himself…no, he couldn’t feel himself at all. It was a sensation like that of floating, but his body was simply still, unable to move even an inch. He couldn’t even speak to Blackwargreymon anymore, or spit on the ground in the face of this inglorious bout, as Blackwargreymon prepared to attack with his dramon destroyers.
“Sub-Zero Cannon!” A struggling voice called out from behind. In a flash of blue, suddenly as much as half of Blackwargreymon was frozen solid.
Now, of all times, Blackwargreymon chose to chuckle.
“Ah, yes, I had almost forgotten. Thank you for reminding me so diligently, oh abomination. I had almost forgotten to show my friend the true potential of this technique. See, Dorbickmon, while my ability can stop their data from becoming what it used to be… While it can stop their changes… it can also bring about a different kind of future for them. Observe, FCF Technique: Haunting Synchronization!”
Blackwargreymon raised his claw, pointing it at the Blackmetalgarurumon. A black glitchy aura was shot out of Blackwargreymon’s body towards the defenseless Blackmetagarurumon, destroying his cage, and causing his eyes to go white. Blackwargreymon’s own became white, pure white, as well, and then he seemed to choke. He coughed for a few moments, before a large grey sword rushed out of him through his mouth, breaking the helmet. His body was covered by the same dark aura he just used, the shield on his back closed together on his own. He began levitating, the Blackmetalgarurumon as well. The black aura pulled them together, and the dark flames that illuminated that location began getting sucked into the amalgamation, giving it a clearer form despite the lessening light.
“I..we are Ominimon-Zwar.” The newly formed digimon’s voice echoed. It turned to the still paralyzed Dorbickmon. “Do you see the power? Do you see what can be done, that we can overcome those pests from another world? Tell me with your eyes, Dorbickmon, old friend. Will you join me? I have brought enough harm. I will not bring any more. I simply wish to spread this power, so that all may move away from those abominable ways.”
Dorbickmon’s eyes simply squinted, and a little drool fell from his mouth, the closest he could come to spitting in this case.
“I see. This saddens me, Dorbickmon. But worry not.” He walked behind the dragon digimon, and placed the greysword right behind his head. “I will be sure to find your egg, and raise you as a true warrior this time.”
Word Count: About 1474
