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Harsh Realities [For Glory NPC|Cinna]
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Post by Owen on Oct 31, 2018 3:47:46 GMT
Since moving to Rosewood, Owen's life had settled down rather a lot lately. He genuinely enjoyed looking after the young digimon that lived here, teaching them what he knew, and getting a genuine feeling of accomplishment in doing so. And living with his son Bezil was an added bonus.
While his other two sons Logan and Haku had humans to look after them, Bezil had no such luck. Thus he was the closest to Owen, and the two digimon had formed a wonderful, loving family. Of course, they weren't complete, but that was enough for them.
This day, the Gaomon and Gumdramon were on a leisurely walk through the forest, on one of the routes to a clearing that the two of them knew well. Owen was dressed in his usual khaki tunic, red headband and boxing gloves, while Bezil was dressed in his usual red leather breastplate.
Owen was intending to teach Bezil some lessons in combat, as he was beginning to do these days now that his son was old enough to understand the nuances of fighting. It was regrettable, but he didn't want Bezil to miss out on such an important skill for digimon to have. What if he needed to fight in self-defence one day?
"What're we gonna focus on today, dad?" Bezil asked as they were about three quarters of the way there.
"Well... you're good with your basic attacks so far" Owen praised him, raising a paw to his mouth in consideration. "I think... we'll focus on properly controlling that tail of yours. That's your main weapon, best make the most of it, eh?"
"Heh, yeah, alright then" Bezil said, thumping his hammer-tail on the ground with excitement. As they neared the clearing though, they could hear some kind of commotion from up ahead. There were shouts, thuds and sounds of attacks flying.
"Dad, is there someone else using our training ground?" Bezil asked, his amber eyes blinking. Owen's meanwhile frowned.
"Sort of, I don't think they're training though" the Gaomon said. From the sound of the snarling and screaming, this was an all-out fight. "Stay behind me, Bezil, we'll see what's going on"
Bezil nodded, doing as he was told. The father and son would approach cautiously.
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Post by Sasha on Oct 31, 2018 5:57:40 GMT
Truth be told, Romulus had never been a really amicable digimon. He was rude, self centered, and cared little for the well being of others. All he really cared was getting stronger, and use said strenght to take advantage of those below him. Simply put, he was, for all intents and purposes, a bully in his purest form, plain and simple. But if there was anyone that could really bring out these awful traits from within the Goblimon it would have to be his bitter rival, the smug and condescending, yet somehow beloved by everyone Falcomon named Nero.
The amount of contempt and sheer hatred Romulus felt for that bird was almost . Ever since day one Nero had proclaimed himself as a just protector of the weak and helpless, something that not only irritated the Goblimon to no end, but meant that wherever the brutish digimon would go, the bird would soon follow with the intent of putting an end to the goblin's reign of terror. He'd manage to stop and humilliate Romulus more than a couple of times, but in their years of fighting Nero too had been defeated at least once, which was enough for Romulus to keep pushing his luck, always getting back to his ways of bullying and taking advantage of the smaller, weaker digimon.
Though now it wasn't just for self gain, it was for a chance at a rematch. For another oportunity to beat that birdbrain's beak in with all his might.
And so the two mortal enemies faced against eachother once again, trading blow after blow in a savage display of violence. By chance, or perhaps by fate their fight had taked them to the training grounds, the last place one would expect for such an intense fight like this was.
"Surrender now Romulus, this has lasted long enough!" Nero demanded, his voice booming with conviction as his left talon glowed with energy."Come hither!" He cried out, sending forth a glowing whip like stream of energy.
That all too familiar whip crackled in the air, aiming to subdue the goblin in one fell swoop. That attack had been the bane of his existence for the longest of time, having been responsible for some of his more painful defeats. However, his foe's over reliance on it made it predictable, less of something that Romulus dreaded and more of an inevitability of fighting the Falcomon. He had grown far too acostumed to the attack's range, it's arc, it's rebound. It was almost too easy for him to sidestep the attack, before leaping forward for the kill. With great strenght his glowing fist connected against the bird's head, sending Nero face first against the ground. Romulus wasn't done however, as he soon stepped down hard with his feet against the downed digimon, eliciting a pained cry from the bird.
Romulus let out a chortle at this, as he stomped his rival again and again, taking visible glee on his suffering. "Not so big now are ya, you pathetic vigilante wannabe!!!"
With another kick he'd turned the bird face up. He needed to see his rival eye to eye if he were to fully enjoy his victory. Much to his surprise, the usually defiant and brave bird seemed...tired, defeated. Almost sad. "You won, Romulus. Whats the score so far...40/40?" He wondered aloud, sighing. The goblimon tilted his head, confused, but remained silent.
"I think...we have gone on like this for too long. At this rate, one of us will end up killing the other. Perhaps...it's time for a truce?"
He said, looking up at his life long enemy with tired eyes. "I shall stay out of your way, and you shall stay out of mine...or perhaps-" His partially delirious, partially truthful tirade was interrupted however, as the Goblinmon spoke up again.
"I appreciate the gesture...but that won't be enough." He said, a small smirk etched on his face while he looked down. "You're right, we've been at this for too long. I think you've earned yourself a rest...and I've earned myself a promotion."
Nero seemed rather dumbfounded for a moment, almost as if he wasn't sure what the other digimon meant by that. It didn't last for long, as evidenced by his eyes widened and his body beggining to tremble. He knew full well what the Goblimon planned.
"Please Romulus...don't..." The bird begged, raising his wings in defense as something that he had never experienced before made itself manifest in his tone of voice: pure, absolute fear. But Romulus remained impassive.
"Not to classy for someone's lasts words." He stated as his fist began to glow with power once again. "Don't worry though, I'll treasure them for eternity. Goodbye, old friend."
He flashed one last smile at the Falcomon, before his fist collided against Nero's face. One time. Two times. Four times. Eight times. The goblin kept punching and punching long after the bird had fallen unconscious, and did not stop at any moment. Not even as his rival's body began to flicker, glitch out, his data barely being able to hold itself together as the life waned from his body. After a solid thirty seconds or so of punching, the digital monster finally burst out into many scattered pieces of data...which soon converged into the triumphant looking Goblimon.
Finally...he was gone. Romulus' greatest foe, and greatest rival, and greatest source of anger and joy...Nero was gone. And he wouldn't be able to come back anymore.
And as that single realization dawned on the Goblimon, all he could do was sit back...and laugh.
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Post by Owen on Nov 2, 2018 12:42:24 GMT
Owen and Bezil reached the battle site, trying hard to not be seen. After all, best simply take advantage of the chaos of the battle so they'd have a better scope of what was going on, right?
However, in doing so, Bezil was treated to the sight of a far more vicious battle than Owen would have ever voluntarily granted him. A battle to the ultimate death. Bezil and Owen watched with horror as events developed. The Falcomon offered a truce, the Goblimon refused, then the Goblimon proceeded to go beyond what Owen and Bezil thought acceptable.
"Dad... what is he doing?!" the Gumdramon asked, horror in his voice. And for the first moment of his life, Owen was unable to answer his son. He struggled to find the words and... all he could do was stare at the monster.
"Dad?!" Bezil yelped as things went further. "W-why is he ignoring him?! Oh my god... what is he doing?!"
Owen could say nothing as the deed was done. The Goblimon... absorbed the Falcomon. The Gaomon's arms trembled. Truly... there was nothing worse than this. He remembered the last time he was tested on this, in the Valley of Dragons. Back then, he could not shape what happened afterward, but here, in front of his son, he would not falter.
"You dirty murderer" he growled to the Goblimon, emerging from his and Bezil's hiding space. "He asked for mercy, damn you, and you denied it!" While Owen was the type of digimon that rarely interfered with others in situations like this, he couldn't stay out of something like this. "For that... you deserve no mercy in turn!"
Owen's teeth were bared, his fists clenched. Even though Bezil was confused and wanted more time to figure out what was going on here, he could tell that this thing that had angered his father so much was something that couldn't be put aside for now. After all, Owen had explained quite often about the sanctity of digimon life beyond their current lives. That this was an act that halted that, well, he understood Owen's rage in this. But should they be the ones that acted? Bezil was uncertain.
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Post by Sasha on Nov 3, 2018 13:42:09 GMT
It took the digimon a good while to calm himself down and stop laughing. But even when he did, the sheer feeling of extatic glee that filled his being remained. That stupid bird had been a massive thorn on his side for what felt like ages, so to imagine a world without him getting in his way...the possibilities were practically endless. And now with Nero's data the amount of power surging through him felt almost limitless, an infinite fountain of power and potential waiting to be tapped into. Now that he had taken a life, people would think twice about crossing him or getting in his path...or at least he thought so, but much to his surprise it seemed his victory had already attracted the attention of someone else, who was quick to call him out as a "dirty murderer". "Oh?" He slowly turned around, curiously tilting his head at the two new arrivals: a gaomon and a gumdramon. He'd stare at them for a couple seconds, not saying a single word, but rather laughing some more. He didn't know what was more amusing: the Gaomon's complete outrage or the Gumdramon's fearful expression. Little brat looked like he was about to pass out at any moment! He'd speak up again, still snickering some, "And what is it to you, runt?" He asked, this last word spoken with an incredibly large amount of bile and hatred. His amusement was had been lived, his victory could barely be enjoyed and there was already another wannabe justice hero ready to take Nero's place? There was no end to this. And that Gaomon was rather small to be talking to him like this...in fact he looked far smaller than even Nero, how was this possible? It took Romulus a moment to realize that it wasn't that everything was getting smaller, he had just grown bigger. Not only that, but as he practically felt the data bursting at the seams from within him, he looked down to see a bright light engulfing him. His smile grew even wider. He had been waiting years for this. He slowly looked back at the blue dog with a contempt filled sneer.
"Yes, I killed him...what you gonna do about that, mongrel? If it angers you so much, feel free to try your luck too..." He chuckled, his voice distorted and echoing at this point, his body continuing its growth as the blinding light completely swallowed him. By the time it cleared, that now tall Goblimon had been replaced by something far, far more intimidating. Romulus looked down as his new form, his old green skin having been replaced by a metallic grey armor. One single horn adorned his forehead and (most noticeably) a large mouth like shape was now part of around seventy percent of his lower torso. The Ginkakumon laughed histerically, his deep voice practically making the ground tremble. He looked down at the snooping gaomon one more time, flashing both him and the other digimon a wicked smile. He took one slow step forward, slowly beconing them to come closer with one hand. "Come 'ere pup, wanna play too? We'll play "cave your face in and make your little buddy watch". Now wouldn't that be a laugh?" He taunted, any joviality in his voice gone, replaced by a dull, tranquil tone. Romulus was not going to play around anymore. He was now out for blood.
Goblinmon digivolved to Ginkakumon! Recomended listening |
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Post by Owen on Nov 5, 2018 10:07:51 GMT
Owen bristled at being called a 'runt', but it was Bezil who was more angry at that. "Hey! My dad's no runt! He's one of the strongest digimon ever and he's gonna rip you a new one!" the furred Gumdramon spat.
"Easy, mate" Owen said, blocking him from going further. He had to calm himself here. The last time he was in a scenario like this, Bezil had lost his temper, let his guard down and almost died because of it. Owen instead simply glared at the Goblimon. This monster... he was proud of what he had done. And he had done something unforgivable in the eyes of Owen.
He remembered only a little of his life as Jaelin, Captain of the 7/71st Recon battalion of the army of the old Digital World Republic. But he remembered this lesson. Instilled into him from as early as he could remember. It was taboo to load the data of another digimon.
In that old world, nothing was more sacred than a digimon's right to be reconfigured. Yes, old digimon die; young digimon die; soldier digimon die and civilian digimon die. And it was their sacred right to be able to come back. Loading or "eating" the data of another, robbing them of their immortality, especially when they had no possibility of fighting back, that was an unforgivable crime. Yes, ordinarily it made a digimon stronger, everyone knew that, but it was an evil thing to do.
This was something that Owen as Captain Jaelin had believed in so much that he had fought and died for it. Countless digimon had died on that last day, and not one had been loaded. So seeing someone so delighted at doing the deed, so gleefully triumphant, it sickened him.
Owen wanted to evolve to Mega to deal with this individual, but, he couldn't focus. This was an important thing for digimon without human partners to do. They needed a tranquil, clear mind to be able to evolve. But Owen, trembling with anger, simply could not. Then he and Bezil watched with horror as the Goblimon evolved himself with his stolen data. So it was from pure urge of self-defense that he did the same. Owen gave a snarl as he too glowed white, growing, leaning forward on all fours as he transformed into his champion level - Gaogamon.
"Bezil. Stay back. No matter what" he ordered his son, lowering his head to battle position, the fur on the back of his neck standing upright. He was a little concerned that he seemed to not be able to evolve further in this state. Was there more about evolution that he needed to learn about?
Still, he could not waver. This digimon was dangerous, and Owen intended completely to defeat him.
"Spiral Blow!" Owen roared, opening his mouth, and exhaled a tornado directly at the enemy. Bezil could only watch as his father fought, standing back behind cover. The Gumdramon was frightened. He had never seen his father be so angry.
Owen digivolves to Gaogamon and uses Spiral Blow on Ginkakumon.
Spiral Blow: Breathes out a strong tornado of wind energy that blows the target around.
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Post by Sasha on Nov 19, 2018 5:55:53 GMT
"So, are you gonna do something, or are you just gonna tremble like a scared puppy?" The tall digimon mocked the Gaomon, taunting Owen further and further. Now that he had gone out of his way to challenge him to a fight like that, this dog had better deliver. Much to Romulus delight however, it seemed the blue dog would not back down so easily.
"That's more like it." The oni flashed an evil smile, his knuckles cracking loudly as his new opponent also digivolved to a more suitable form. Talking and big threats were fun and all, but they were meaningless if there wasn't actual strenght to back them up. And now it was time for this mutt to prove if that his bite was indeed worse than his bark.
His first attack came quickly, a gust of wind shooting out from the Gaogamon's maw. Romulus, far from worrying, decided to test how much his power had grown, so he simply stood his ground, practically puffing out his chest to receive the attack head on. This proved to be a rather poor choice however, as the force from the wind proved to be far bigger than what he expected, the attack sending him flying backwards and crashing into a nearby tree, both the strenght of the attack and the weight of the Ginkakumon being enough to send said tree falling to the ground with a loud crash.
Romulus however merely flash a pained, but malicious smiled. Was he hurt by the attack? Yes. Was he feeling pain? Certainly? Was he suddenly really eager to have a serious scrap with this wannabe defender of justice? Absolutely.
He got back on his feet, making his neck crack loudly for a moment. "My turn." He stated, the palm of his hand beggining to glow with intense energy. Defensively he had just proven he could take a beating. Now it was time to check how good this new form was offensively.
"Devastation!" He'd cry out, his palm opening and extending in the direction of Owen, small spheres of pure energy shot out of his five fingers, raining down in the general area close to where Owen was. There was a fair chance not a single one of them would hit the digimon directly, but it didn't matter much, as said spheres exploded violently as soon as they came in contact with the ground.
Romulus is damaged by Spiral Blow, and counterattacks with Devastation.
Devastation: Scatters five highly volatile spheres of energy in front of him, causing high damage in a ten feet area in front of him, thought its largely inaccurate against smaller targets. Three posts cooldown.
Cooldowns:
Devastation: (0/3)
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Post by Owen on Dec 11, 2018 10:40:26 GMT
Owen would do something alright. And he was satisfied his Spiral Blow technique had done the trick, smashing Ginkakumon into a tree. However, the counter-attack that returned made Owen's yellow eyes widen. He could feel the intense energy of each projectile on his whiskers. He knew that each one of them meant severe injury. He had no means to block them, but, he'd do his best to evade them.
"Gale Dog!" he roared, and at once, his body was surrounded by a faint cyan glow, almost doubling his effective speed. Owen then tried to run from the effective range of the explosions. He managed to flee 10 metres before the impacts begin to land. While he had escaped the worst of their effects, the nearest explosions struck him like a hammer in his side. He rolled once, then regained his stance, growling with anger.
Bezil meanwhile watched with increasing horror, not daring to show himself out here. He knew how strong his father could get, but, he noted that Owen had only managed to evolve to champion. The Gumdramon trembled, was... was something wrong with Owen's evolution ability here?
Owen uses Gale Dog on himself, and uses it to evade 75% of the damage of Devastation.
Gale Dog: An aura of wind surrounds Owen or an ally for 3 posts. The effect of this increases the speed of their attacks and makes it easier for them to dodge projectile attacks. [Cooldown: 2 posts]
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