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Post by Cion on Aug 1, 2018 17:24:28 GMT
"You don't have to be a teacher. Just tell the younglings some fun stories. A sheen of understanding and courtesy is all that's needed. Consider it campfires tales or something like that." Cion fervently encouraged Ry to give it a shot despite his doubts. There was literally everything to gain and nothing to lose, especially for someone as candid and laid-back as him. Besides, he agreed with her point that improvement was one of the greatest virtues to pursue. He was not going to be a hypocrite about it, was he?
Furthermore... "It might help you become less reclusive." The silver fox added calmly, realizing that there was a vein of shyness beneath his shell of bravado and frankness. Pretending to feel different than you actually did seldom helped to solve problems in the long run. No - acting in this fashion was similar to a snowball rolling down a mountain and turning into a titanic avalanche. But in the end, it was the lad's choice to make. Still, he could count on her if he required assistance with any trouble that burdened him.
To her delight, the blond man had already done so by asking to spar with her. While it was unusual for the unwound fennec to push an acquaintance to his limits and beyond, digivolving likely benefited the human's inner life. Considering how eager he was to attain power, maybe forcing him to encounter her relentlessly in a nearly vain attempt to succeed was indeed exactly what was necessary to fix his issues. In that case, the Arniomon was completely game!
With a confident, slightly cocky smile, Cion was happy to see that Ry had accepted her challenge that consisted of trying to hit her once. However, the foibles of mankind were obvious upon beholding the way her new friend attempted to strike her. Tardy mobility, unremarkable speed, neither precision nor technical prowess in his attack... and ulterior hesitation. No wonder he had suggested that a burst of emotions were an estimable way to tap into his dormant strength.
So... that was precisely what the ancient sentinel would grant him.
Her simper shifting to a smirk, all it took was the snap of her talons to undo the efforts her 'adversary' had mustered to overcome her trial. Instantly, a massive yet wafer-thin and translucent bulwark manifested itself inches between her face and his punch. A wall capable of withstanding several assaults of digimons of her own level was hardly affected by the adult's meager punch. It absorbed the impact force and probably sent it back at the frail figure in front of her, whatever that would mean for him.
Raising her paw behind the barrier that was large enough to cover Vertigo as well, she looked at her fingers with an expression that said more than a thousands words. 'Children's game' it said as she quietly counted down the remaining seconds of her conjured shield. 4...3...2...1...
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Post by Ry Napraleon on Aug 1, 2018 19:38:56 GMT
Ry tilted his head a little bit in consideration, "Campfire stories? Eh... That doesn't sound too bad, I guess," he replied, trying to imagine what that would be like. Him, around a campfire with others monsters next to him, ranging in all shapes and sizes, "I'm not sure if I can say anything interesting, though, I'm not exactly the model human being in the human world either..."
His ears perked up, reclusive, she said? He didn't know if he could count himself as reclusive, as he was the one always looking for trouble instead of being pulled into it, at least, in the human world. It was the opposite in the Digital World, but that was only because he hadn't found a reason to create trouble yet. Hopefully not any time soon either too. He didn't speak any of this out loud, though, there was no need to argue about his personality to a total stranger, after all.
When he threw the punch, he was not surprised in the very least bit that the silver fox would retaliate. Considering he now knew that they were both high-ranked mercenaries, he was very much expecting to be beaten up twice as hard that he could possibly ever do.
What he didn't expect, however, was when what looked like a semi-transparent shield immediately appeared in front of the silver fox. Not only did it stop his attack, it repelled it as well and send the punch flying straight back at the man. His own force connected with his face and sent him flying down to the ground, "Fuck!"
"Sorry," he immediately said, caressing his now very red cheek. He forced himself to stand up and eyed the shield, not out of resentment, but out of pure awe. However small the fox was, she was able to create such a strong shield that could repel his very attack, and glancing up, he saw that she was able to make it large enough to cover her own companion too. He knew that she must have had power, but he didn't expect that she would be this powerful.
Again, don't judge a book by its cover, he supposed.
But what could he possibly do against a shield like that? He stared at it up and down, maybe it would be thinner at the top?
Ry would then jump up and attempt to punch downwards at the silver fox, though he badly misjudged the height of the barrier. Very badly misjudged it.
Regardless, he couldn't stop his course of action now, he was already up in the air with his fists out. He just closed his eyes instead, in his head already assuming that his punch will come back to bite him again like earlier.
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Post by Cion on Aug 2, 2018 18:07:48 GMT
Putting future campfire stories aside, the time had come for the two combatants to see what one of them got in store - and how much effort he was willing to endure in his desire to ascend beyond the limits of his human shell. The impetus was definitely there, but... oh dear... were all of his kin this plodding; to put it kindly? Cion mustered every ounce of willpower she got as to not laugh at the sight of Ry hitting himself due to her barrier. It was a moment of pure slapstick comedy, but she was a lady of grace and mannerism, hence she refrained from giggling.
Not minding his spontaneous utilization of swearwords by the lad, the Arniomon calmly folded her arms and took a careful glance at the injured man on the grassy ground in front of her. Interesting that an entity that was at least thrice her size was so unstable in his stance. "Are you okay. Need healing?" She asked good-naturedly, not wishing her new acquaintance to be battered and bruised, especially from his own punches and kicks.
However, almost as to be expected for his species was a stubborn bunch, he was more interested in overcoming the imminent challenge than taking care of his physical well-being. "So be it." The silver fennec whispered, accepting her sparring partner's fervor. Obviously and visibly counting down the remaining seconds of her massive bulwark, she was utterly surprised to behold the blond boy attempting to climb it up. But why? Had her gestures not been plain enough, or was he that embroiled into his zest for action? No patience and no thoughtfulness - he had a very long path ahead of him to be become a proper spirit-wielder.
Those who do not hear must feel. Still, nothing ventured, nothing gained, which was why the tiny fox was actually favorably impressed by Ry's dedication, though she of course did not show as to not pacify the flame of zeal burning inside his digi-core, ääh heart. Clearing her throat, her conjured shield vanished just as the young adult attempted to tear through it in vain again. The tumbling, or whatever the outcome was, afterwards was probably going to be amusing, too.
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Post by Ry Napraleon on Aug 2, 2018 19:26:36 GMT
Ry knew that his cheeks had gone bright red, not from just punching himself, but also from the embarrassment that he received from others watching him punch himself. He didn't know if Cion just didn't find it funny or had amazing willpower, but if he was watching someone else punching their own face, he would have laughed so hard now. He sighed instead.
The silver fox offered to heal him, and he shook his head, "No I'm good, but thank you for the offer," he replied, though in actuality, he was trying to save the offer for another time. For when he was far more badly injured, right now it was only his own punch to his face, who knows what else could happen during this spar?
Whilst Ry was climbing the dome, he saw the determined look of the silver fox, and it made him even more fired up just as much. He had been ready to try and break through the wall once more when the silver fox cleared her throat and it suddenly disappeared, "Woah!" he exclaimed as he fell from mid-air and rolled away from the silver fox a couple of yards before he came to a stop.
He scratched his head, glancing up at the silver fox and the fighter jet, what was he supposed to do? He didn't know how he could even touch her, let alone beat her, "Any, uh, hints that you could give for a newbie fighter?" he asked sheepishly, "I know I was the one who asked to spar, but I've also never really fought anything before."
He'd stand up then, dusting himself off and then going back into a defensive pose, "Maybe if you try to attack me this time?" he gave a lopsided smile, his voice obviously hesitant, "It could help?"
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Post by Cion on Aug 4, 2018 13:36:39 GMT
Healing Ry now or later apparently made no difference, but she would make sure to attend him in case he somehow got seriously injured. With her plan to barely move at all, much less engage in combat, the likelyhood of him suffering severe harm was approaching zero, but considering how he had managed to strike himself it was not impossible. Not that it mattered for the Cion had hardly lifted a paw thus far in their encounter meant to push the lad to his limits and beyond. Things were not looking too good, but none of them were eager to give up. Besides, Vertigo was visibly entertained.
As the Arniomon, while mustering every ounce of willpower to not even crack a smile, watched the blond man tumble onto his tummy, a sharp breath escaped her itty-bitty, rosy nose. Despite the two combatants' confidence, this was going to be exceedingly difficult, was it not? Such rashness and zeal - she believed prudent assiduity led to better and quicker results, but to each their own. Harrumph quietly, she beheld the young human regains his composure and focus, clearly at a loss due to his previous attempts failing. Had she misjudged his fervor?
No... this test was merely starting. "Learn what your opponent is capable of and act accordingly. Don't allow them to properly utilize their abilities and powers... and it's suddenly like they don't have any at all." She kindly yet firmly shared her conclusion from uncountable moments of battle experience. Certainly might was of importance in the digital realm and its current, semi-primal state, but foresight, cunning and plain knowledge were of equal value if put to adequate use. That was her approach in this incarnation of her digi-core, and her unassuming form enabled her to be quite unpredictable as to not suffer from the same method. Attrition was her way to victory.
As for the idea that was assaulting her disciple in spite of prior declinations, Given their exponential disparity in power, it was obvious from Cion's expression and stance that she did not approve of it one bit. She loathed the notion of wounding those she had grown fond of. Ry had his idiosyncrasies for sure, but he was still likable and evidently passionate to reach his goals. Who was she then to deny him his ambition? Sighing with a hint of frustration, she nodded, her former simper shifting to a faint frown... until becoming a friendly smirk.
"I refuse to attack and most likely kill you. it's against my nature and frankly I like you too much, darling. However... I have something that will really give you a run for your money, if that is what you desire." The silver fennec explained calmly explained, raising the short pointer finger of her right paw and aiming it straight at the freshwater fighter. "Do you?"
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Post by Ry Napraleon on Aug 4, 2018 20:21:13 GMT
She lectured him a little bit about fighting, which Ry totally deserved, considering that he had not fought ever and he didn't know the first rule of fighting in the first place. Of course, the most important thing he even had forgotten to do was just watching his opponents and to figure out what they can even do.
Damn him and his recklessness. He nodded in reply to Cion's lecture and made sure to keep himself away from the silver fox, "I'll keep that in mind," he replied, and then quietly adding, "So I don't beat myself up even more than I have to."
He looked at her when she told him that she was reluctant in fighting him, especially because she liked him and didn't want to kill him, "Aw, thank you for liking me too much to kill me," he teased, smirking a little bit despite the pain, "The sentiment is mutual, I, too, would rather not kill you because I like you too much as well. If I could even kill you, that is."
Then, she offered him something else aside from fighting him... directly, it seemed? "Something that will give me a run for my money?" he asked, "Like what?"
Even if he asked, he knew that he would reply yes anyways considering his own reckless behaviour. Plus, he did need something to keep him on his toes, whether that be the silver fox or something else entirely, "Yeah, that is what I desire," I think, "What do you have in mind?" he asked, putting up a defensive pose in preparation.
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Post by Cion on Aug 5, 2018 10:45:13 GMT
For the rash chap that was Ry, her lecture was possibly taken as antagonistic critique, yet the truth was she had meant nothing but goodwill with her words. It was a useful strategy in her opinion - after all, she had overcome every challenge with it thus far, including dark corruptions and crimson parasites. Attrition and wit were not always applicable, but especially when fighting in a team they were unforeseeably fatal tools. In the end however, the boy would learn his own style and hopefully make proper use of it.
"Do that." Cion commented quietly with a warm smile, a soft breath escaping her nose as she was delighted to hear her pupil was taking this training seriously yet with an unperturbed spirit. He had some qualities of a good fighter, hence he had no reason to worry of his future in this occupation. Though there were obvious edges that needed to be refined, plenty of exercise made the master. The Arniomon was gladly helping the lad out in his humble beginning.
Appreciating the blond human's kind tease, her simper briefly turned into a rapt grin as she was amused by it. For as much as she tried to carry herself with courtesy and mannerism, she enjoyed a splendid gag without hesitation. "That's nice to know. And the answer is no - not in your current state." She happily played along; not that she was not earnest with him. Even climbing several steps of the pecking order's ladder would leave him with minuscule chances to vanquish her; not to mention kill her. Thankfully, there was no cause to contemplate these thoughts further.
Twitching slightly with her talons, the silver fennec beheld Ry who was obviously intrigued by her daring offer to 'safely' bring him to his limits. Still keeping her right index finger pointed at him, she knew that the response was going to be positive. The fervent man simply could not resist. "My suggestion is... gravitational force." She uttered confidently.
In the very same instance, the air around her paw and the disciple shifted drastically. Space twisted and contored, flickering and distorting color akin to a black hole's event horizon. A large human, slim - approximately 80 kg. It was abruptbly, yet as Cion gently moved her finger downward by an inch, her poor student would likely receive the shock of his life. A similar weight as he was used to carry with him all day suddenly imposed itself on him, trying to squeezing him onto the ground.
Ever worn a military backpack, survival equipment, armor and several, full carry-alls at once? Such pressure easily gnawed at muscles, sinue and lungs. "Can you remain rooted on the spot... or even move?" She asked with a hint of cockiness in her voice. Atlhough to be honest, she was inquisitive to see how the adult manage to deal with her tiny sample.
- Cion utilized an extenuated form of 'Natural Law Break'
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Post by Ry Napraleon on Aug 5, 2018 23:13:16 GMT
His smirk widened, "Well, I'll definitely try not to kill you by accident, even though I can't," God knows he can't, they all know he can't, but he was jus playing along anyways.
Aside from the teasing and joking though, he did have to try and ensure that he could break through his limits so that he can digivolve into a digimon, taking that first step forward to reaching Cion in terms of her power. And well, physically reach her too, at this point. There was no way he could successfully do that right now, considering the number of times that he had failed.
But he had to try, didn't he? If he couldn't even reach her, how was he going to take down his father? Sure, he didn't need to physically reach his father to do that, but it would definitely help if he had the capability.
"Okay, so, how are we going to do this?" Ry muttered, clasping his hands into fists although his question was answered shortly afterwards by the silver fox. He was confused for a second, gravitational force? How was that going to work? Until he was immediately forced down to the ground whilst the silver fox continued to point at him.
He gritted his teeth, trying to force himself against the immediate and impossible weight being pushed down against him, he could feel the sweat beginning to bead around his forehead and now dripping all over him. "What the fuck?" he muttered through gritted teeth, head still facing the ground as he was unable to bring it up because of the unnatural force.
And then suddenly, he was pushed even further onto the ground, now on his hands and knees, and even then struggling to keep himself up. This was something he had never experienced before, never having to, never needing to carry his own body weight before.
But if he actually wanted power, he had to get through this, he had to. This was something that needed to be overcome.
"I can still... do this," he gritted out, he attempted to feel the core of the gravitational force but instead it felt as if it was a heavy blanket all around him. So he started slow instead, he pushed a hand up, then the other. Slowly, he made his way up to his knees, the force pushing even harder than before now that he only had two points of his body on the ground.
But it wasn't time to give up yet, not now. He pushed his hands on his knees, forcing himself up, slowly and surely. He began to sweat even more profusely than before, drenching his shirt. Pushing against the force, he lifted his arm over his head and snatched his hoodie over his head, throwing it to the ground beside him so they won't get tainted by his sweat as well.
Slowly... Ever so slowly, with what seemed like hours, he was able to push himself up, standing. He still had to cling on to his knees for support, but he stood, somewhat.
He was breathing hard and gasping for air, attempting to accommodate himself to the heavy weight of the force, "What else... do you want me to do now?"
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Post by Cion on Aug 6, 2018 17:10:51 GMT
Always needing to have the last word, didn't he? Smiling amusedly, Cion simply accepted this was how Ry was, even if it was destined to become annoying in certain moments. Nobody was perfect after all, and it was hardly a flaw worth noticing. His fervor, ambition and thick skin more than made up for that tiny imperfection. Besides, training the lad and possibly spending time with him in the future might enable her to trim him a little for the better. A nudge or two in the right direction never hurt - a lesson she had personally learned eons ago.
And she was delighted to be his teacher; for this instant or a longer period. Not requiring to verbally answer the boy's question, she instead gave him what he desired immediately. Something would truly push him to the edge of his limits and hopefully he'd breach them to ascend through digivolution. If not, then the process would have to be repeated until if finally happened. Certainly her sparring partner did not mind in spite of the ordeal he expressed on his face.
Unsurprised to hear another cuss by the blond human, the Arniomon merely watched with a neutral mien as he collapsed onto his knees and broke out in a sweat due to the strenuous pressure imposed on him. Was he not even capable of bearing his weight again? No wonder his kin sought to wield the power of spirits - they were physically superior in every conceivable way. Yet just as the silver fennec was about to end her trial with a disappointed sigh, her eyes began to steadily widen with pleasant surprise.
His words of determination were slowly turned into reality. To Cion's genuine cheer, Ry actually managed to struggle to his feet. It took half an eternity of arduous efforts, but eventually, despite his frail body visibly demanding submission to the gravitational force, he remained standing. The first part of the uttered challenge she had posed he had triumphed over, but since he was still not able to unleashed the totem's potential her program was not finished. The young man was eager to continue, hence she provided.
"Now... I want you to try to hit me, again." The small fox instructed with an almost malicious tone to her voice, though it was clear that it was solely meant. Shifting her right paw to a grasp, instead of inflicting stronger gravity from above, she only increased the intensity sideways. However, a metaphoric steamroller from any side was an exceedingly displeasing experience she imagined. "You may decide in whatever way you want. I will not attack, nor utilize abilities, nor try to dodge... yet I won't remain in place."
With those seemingly brutal yet well-meaning explications voiced, she harrumphed and took a step away from the caged person. With a calm frown, she waited a couple of seconds and then trod another feet away from him. For as long as her pupil was incapable of striking her in any way, this precarious endeavor continued. If Vertigo had eyebrows he'd raise them, and although he attempted to speak his mind in objection of her tough methods the Arniomon kindly shushed him.
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Post by Ry Napraleon on Aug 6, 2018 20:09:00 GMT
He looked at her with narrowed eyes, she could see that he was struggling to even stand up under the strenuous pressure, and she wanted him to attack her? How?
Before he could even reply to the silver fox's response, she seemed as if to grasp thin air, but he could feel the effects immediately against his sides. It felt as if he was being steamrolled from the sides, caged in by moving walls that you see in horror movies back in the human world. Except now they're real, and doing it to him instead.
"In whatever... way I want?" he muttered to himself, struggling to keep himself upright with the new pressure against his sides. And then he saw that she took a step back, as if taunting him now and making the trial that much harder.
Maybe he could find a rock to throw at her. Carefully re-positioning his head so that it wouldn't pull the rest of his body back downwards, he looked around for a stone or anything similar, yet to find none in the grass field. He cursed, there was no way that he could attack the silver fox now. Though, to be fair, even that option was a long shot in the first place, he didn't know how affected a rock would be under the current gravitational force.
He snapped his eyes back up towards the silver fox, why did he have to worry and think right now? Maybe the answer was in front of him instead, his usual strategy of attack: to just be reckless and go for it. There was no other way, he had surveyed his options, and this was the only one he could go for.
Of course, he had went about it carefully, as to not metaphorically shoot himself in the foot. He pushed his hands off his knees, pulling himself upright, as the forces from the side began to crush him. And from unseen well of power, he somehow managed to take a step forward, bringing his foot up and bringing it crashing down again a few inches forwards. Then another foot, then the other one again. Somehow, under the crushing weight of the forces, he managed. Somehow, he didn't find himself completely defeated underneath.
For some reason, he found that with each step, his body felt lighter. With each step, it was easier to raise his foot than it was before. It was as if his body was getting accustomed to it, as if his own body was defying the gravitation force, just as his heart and soul was. The D-Tector strapped on his belt began to glow in response, if the silver fox paid attention, like a small lightbulb.
Then, he screamed, pushing himself off the ground one last time and attempted to run as hard and as fast as he can. He felt as if his whole being was restricted from it, yet he had to. He needed this, he had to do this. Against the crushing weight, he ran with slow steps, one after the other, reaching towards the silver fox.
Then the D-Tector began to shoot out light from its screen, so brightly that it enveloped the young man, shielding him completely from view. And in seconds, as fast as it had arrived, the D-Tector's glow dimmed and disappeared completely, yet in its wake, the young man had disappeared and a red dinosaur-like monster had replaced him. However, it didn't seem as if he realised the transformation that he underwent, for he was more focused on reaching the silver fox still. Keeping the steady run towards her, yet now freer from the gravitational force than before.
Closer, and closer... And as if by instinct, the red dinosaur held his claws forward, as if about to take a dive into a swimming pool, yet continued to run. In an instant, his claws began to catch flames, and the fire began to travel downwards to cover his entire being with flames.
He took another step, then another, and then launched himself claws-first at the silver fox. As if by magic, he began to turn in mid-air, faster and faster until his form was more like a giant fire missile instead of a red dinosaur, "Kamikaze!" he cried out as he aimed himself at the silver fox, although the gravitational force slowed him down way more than he would have been able to launch himself.
[ATTACK] Kamikaze: Covering himself completely in fire, Ry launches himself at his opponent, claws first. The fire around him explodes when coming into contact with something, essentially turning himself into a missile but also ends up hurting himself. This has a one post cooldown.
Cooldown: 0/1
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Post by Cion on Aug 9, 2018 19:01:07 GMT
With every few seconds Ry needed to find a solution to the problem he was facing, Cion took an additional step away from him to increase the difficulty of his ordeal exponentially. After all, as valid as formulating a plan to overcome a challenge was, time was always of the essence - be it while sparring or against a someone who utilized lethal force. Fun and games or calamity, the mind had to remain sharp and swift to fuel the body with appropriate impetus. Both she tested with her relentless methods, seeking for the boy to achieve inner unity through digivolution.
From afar, the Arniomon's eyes looked deep into those of the untaught novice, noticing his desperation and zeal. As she watched him raise his torso to assume a strong stance, she expressed nothing as to not leave him in the believe that his efforts had been sufficient, much less adequate. However, despite her iron will, the silver fennec was incapable of not raising a figurative eyebrow as she beheld her pupil managing a single footstep by mustering his might and volition. "Oh...?" She susurrated, honestly curious to behold what more he was capable of.
And then... actual movement. Tilting her frame as to observe the lad properly, genuine delight graced her small muzzle as a rapt smile. It merely required one motion of her index finger to allow reality to squash the blond human's fervor, but far was it from her to ruin this glorious moment in a pointless demonstration of superiority. ... A scream followed by a run - a bright light and the deed was accomplished. The spirit of a Guilmon - of course. No wonder that Ry did not even comprehend that he had ascended in his state of absolute passion. At least it it was simultaneously enchanting and amusing to Cion.
Undoing any gravitational distortion she had previously imposed on the man, the tiny fox remained still as her adversary's form got engulfed in searing flames. Dashing like a torpedo towards her, the restrained Arniomon did nothing but watch as the assault was approaching her. A winning smile and pride for both, and a noteworthy achievement, were worth the... minuscule discomfort she was about to experience.
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Post by Ry Napraleon on Aug 10, 2018 14:07:23 GMT
All of the sudden, during the torpedo attack that he directed towards the silver fox, Ry could physically feel all the weight and force that was pushing down against him suddenly disappear, as if nothing had ever happened. Though he was deeply confused by the sudden disappearance, his attack had already begun, and considering the nature of it, it was hard to stop unless he hit something.
Which may or may not have been the silver fox, considering that she didn't move and didn't try to stop the attack at all. By the force of the attack itself, it would have left a huge burn, and if it were to actually hit Cion, then the fire around him would explode as if a grenade. Because of the power of it all, Ry would also feel the damage on him, which he gritted his teeth in. Being digimon, whilst he did feel the pain and the burn, it was way more muted compared to if he had been in human form. He was thankful for his lizard skin.
Lizard skin? Ry rolled down if the attack made contact, and then would roll into the grass, where he immediately pushed himself up to a standing position in case he quickly had to go on the defensive. That was when he realised the transformation that had occurred to him, and finally examined himself. His red, scaly skin, the snout that he can now see from the periphery of his vision, the tail that he could feel swishing back and forth behind him. His white claws felt clumsy, especially his lizard feet, and it felt as if he got... shorter? That was so weird.
"This is... I don't know what this is," He examined himself some more, looking at his tail, then back to his claws, then to his stomach, and then to random parts of his new body, "I didn't really expect I would turn into what seems to be red dinosaur, this wasn't what I had in mind at all."
Though he wasn't sure what he expected out of this either. And for some reason, new knowledge came to his head, it was as if he just knew it out of nowhere, "Guilmon," he stated to himself, "I'm a Guilmon. That's what I am. A rookie digimon."
A rookie. One of the lowest forms that a digimon could attain. But hey, everyone needs to start somewhere right?
Then he remembered that he wasn't alone and blinked, flicking back between the silver fox and the fighter jet, "Thank you," he said to both of them, "I couldn't have... achieved this power without your help, without both of your help."
"This means a lot to me, you have no idea. I owe you one now."
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Post by Cion on Aug 13, 2018 16:13:09 GMT
The impact... was just as ineffective as Cion had estimated it would be. Certainly Ry had managed to digivolve and tap into his pyrokinetic abilities, but their difference in levels of power was simply too tremendous as for his achievement to matter this time. This however was far from a problem for the two acquaintances, as both likely preferred to not suffer any temporary or lasting damage. Hence the restrained Arniomon took the fiery explosion like a champ, sliding over the grassy ground as she rested on her back, eyes closed and letting out a pleased sigh.
Granting her sparring partner a few moments to familiarize himself with his new frame and to create fake suspense, she eventually returned to her feet with a mighty, graceful leap. Beating the dust and grass stains out of her fur, she nodded to Vertigo who played an 'applause track' from some of those mediocre turn of the millennium sitcoms. This was of course not solely directed at the silver fennec's performance, but also the lad's first steps to digital ascension. A strenuous, hazardous and at times insufferably longsome road awaited him, but the initial cornerstone had been set.
Not surprised to behold the former human in shock, the ancient sentinel calmly folded her arms and bestowed upon him a rather motherly, proud smile. "The beginning of your quest to greatness... that is what it is." She mused with a playful wink, hoping the rapturous boy did not take her too seriously. Yet... his apparent dissatisfaction left a bitter taste in her mouth. Still, she tried to be optimistic. "Blame your spirit. If you don't seek to transform into a Guilmon, unearth another. Although, to be honest, it suits an endearing rascal such as yourself."
Nodding once more, Cion naturally knew that the 'digimon' in front of her was a Rookie. A potent body for a newcomer, but not even close to what could possibly be achieved. "No problem young sir, though I hardly did anything." The AceJetmon MM commented sunshinily. The Arniomon on the other hand remained composed, appreciating Ry's gratitude with a rapt, slightly toothy grin - didn't want to show too many fangs. "It was my pleasure, friend." She answered, confident that her declaration of friendship was not inappropriate.
However, the red dinosaur was actually wrong - from experience and sympathy she comprehended how much today had meant to him. Which was why his final statement... intrigued her. "Oh? Is that so?" She asked with genuine curiosity in her voice. Narrowing her eyes and straightening her shoulder, it was almost as if she was thinking something in particular through. Wouldn't enjoy seeing the reptile's potential wasted after all...
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Post by Ry Napraleon on Aug 14, 2018 4:25:39 GMT
"My quest to greatness... Yes, you're absolutely right," Ry muttered to himself and smirked, though in a split second, one can see that the smirk shifted to a malevolent one, yet it disappeared just as soon as it came. He could finally begin his quest to destroy his father's empire, with this in hand, nothing could stop him, except he needed more power...
His ears perked up, "I can get more forms? Is that possible? I thought I could only have the one form as a spirit user." if he had more forms, potentially those that are stronger, he could do so much more, rather than being trapped in this slightly powerless form. He glanced at the silver fox, he didn't even make so much as a scratch! And he was the one hurt in the process of his own attack! Yes, he definitely needed more power.
He only smiled at the AceJetmon's comment, as well as Cion's. There wasn't much else he could respond to, considering he had already said his thanks. If he continued, they would only be going around in a loop of the other saying "thanks".
Though, he saw how his last comment had caught Cion's attention, "Was there something you had in mind?" he asked, "Did you have something that you needed my help with?"
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Post by Cion on Aug 14, 2018 18:12:49 GMT
Oh... was she sensing an iota of pride, if not hubris, coming from the successful fella? Well, he probably deserved it considering the ordeal she had imposed on him to enable his unleashing, but still Cion would prefer if his quest for greatness included productive contributions to the goodwill of both worlds. It was not like Ry did not seem to be a nice guy, but he was also hardheaded and edgy. A little nudge or two in the right direction were likely great aid for his development, hence she did not shy away from reaching out her helping hand.
"I'm certain you can have lots. At least Kan, a dear friend and colleague of mine, has plenty forms." She explained calmly, adding fuel to the fire of fervor that burned inside the lad's soul. Yet making clear that today was merely the beginning of his path was essential lest the boy lost himself in his eagerness. An amount of patience and effort were vital to ascend further, so it were these virtues she attempted to bring closer to him. If the restrained Arniomon accomplished that only time would one day tell.
Fortunately, her new acquaintance did not take her previous comment as a mere teasing remark - and it was good to know that he appeared to be an honorable man of his word. Her intrigued smirk shifted to a genuine, toothy smile. "No, I don't need help, but thank you. However I wonder how you intend to... survive here, for a lack of a better term. Do you have means to earn bits - a doss to call your own - or even enough to buy food?" The silver fennec asked unwoundedly as she made a big leap onto her mechanical partner's massive wing.
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