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The quest for a quest [Cion/Invite]
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Post by Hobby on Nov 3, 2018 17:34:56 GMT
The server woods was a fine place to draw inspiration from, not to mention supplies. Indeed, many great artists that Hobby wasn't aware of would often mimic nature in their designs and life's work. Why, it was almost a prerequisite for any great master to bow humbly to the grand architecture of nature before attempting to re-create what came naturally. It was a fine day, the birds were singing, the flowers were gently swinging against the soft breeze and the bees were buzzing. All but one bee that was. A sole Puroromon trying to pollinate an comically large flower in proportion to its body found his natural cycle brought to an abrupt halt. A needle pierced through the tiny Digimon, causing it to fall from the sky and pinning it on a nearby tree. The in-training's data shivered for a few moments before slowly dissipating in the wind, leaving only the large, golden instrument in place. The thread connecting the needle tensed mere seconds before a strange, plush like creature was propelled toward it. Standing at a terrifying 6'7, this deer like construct that resembled a teddy bear from any horror story that involved young children stared blankly at the empty trunk. "Hello? Wax please?" The deer let out a frustrated groan, his voice carried an echo. It sounded like he was whispering, yet it was loud. It was hard to pin point exactly if it was masculine or feminine, given that it was both high, yet raspy. The Digimon darted his eyes around the forest. It was hard to tell exactly where he was looking given that his 'eyes' were a pair of pitch black, motionless buttons that never blinked. He gripped the hilt of his needle, holding it for a few moments as if contemplating before ripping it out of the tree, tearing half the trunk in the process. "Mmm... wax please...?" Hobby cried to the distance once more, yet any surviving Digimon knew full well to keep away from him at this point.
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Post by Cion on Nov 3, 2018 17:56:04 GMT
The server woods - was this were her dreams would find its first cornerstone? It was certain that the Eastern Timberlands would be the home of a new nation, but the specific were not clear yet. This was why Cion took her time to calmly scout the location, strolling through the general area to evaluate it. Too overgrown, uneven or moist. These were the types of conclusion she often made upon taking a further look at some places. The site she chose for ASCENSION had to be absolutely perfect lest that following aspects were imperfect.
At least the day was a radiant one with nature, though it was feral, blossoming and frolicking. For all the cataclysms that befell the digital realm, there always remained beauty and serenity in it that was worth guarding. Naturally, plenty of it had to give way for civilization, but that was simply part of evolution. Technology was not inherently bad and had the potential to improve everything if utilized properly. "Oh dear..." The restrained Arniomon whispered, finally recognizing that she once again had lost herself in her own maze of thoughts. Unfortunately, daydreaming and philosophizing were enjoyable pastimes.
By chance, the hushed voice of the surprising presence of a nearby stranger caught her full attention. It did not take long for her to locate the aura of a digimon mumbling to himself within a glade, mere rock throws away from her. Cion scratched her cheek and chin, pleasantly astonished to see another soul in these lands. Perhaps an ambler or voyager? However, it were its words that both confused and intrigued her. Why was he searching for wax in a forest and even uprooted trees for it? Was this maybe a forlorn heart yearning a safe harbor? Well... nothing ventured nothing gained.
"I don't think you'll find what you desire here, sir." She spoke kindly, leaning against a tree while taking a good at the newcomer. A large, quadruped toy-digimon with a golden needle? Okay... this sight was indeed an oddity. The small fox had honestly never encountered an entity like it before, making her curious if it originated from a distant land. Nonetheless, she was a cosmopolitan, hence she granted the being trust tentatively. From her own experience with hubristic fiends, appearances easily deceived the narrow-minded.
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Post by Hobby on Nov 3, 2018 18:33:05 GMT
Hobby paused for a moment, his ears perking, before he'd turn his head 180 degrees to the side toward the source of the sound. His body would follow suit, the sounds of fabric ripping echoing through the woods. The creature froze. There was no doubt he had his full, undivided attention on the newcomer now. Suddenly, the request for wax was silenced, instead he stood upright, particularly towering over the smaller Digimon as he'd take a few steps forward. He'd raise his golden weapon up high above his head, tip facing forward as he'd stare at the fennec in silence. This went over for a couple of uncomfortable seconds before his jaw would unhinge, raveling several series of pristine looking nails. Despite his plush like appearance, it was obvious that he was shocked, at least that was on interpretation of his open jaw gazing. "Wooooooow! What are you, you're so p-r-e-t-t-y!" Hobby began to approach the other Digimon now, softly at first, before he would suddenly leap forward a short distance. "Such fine fur! Such fine, silver, glistering, pretty, gorgeous, words, words words..... I want it!"
The plush seemed to size the other for a few more seconds before he'd reach an arm forward. Simply put, Hobby wanted to collect pretty materials. That was wax a few seconds ago. Now it seemed to be this creature's pelt. "Who made you? I'll go to him next." He'd announce before leaning over the smaller Digimon, inspecting the other side. "Oooo, tail." At this point, it was hard to see much besides Hobby had the fennec not moved away. He had several patches and pins in his body, complete with a myriad of sutures. One patch in particular at the side of his leg was a smiley face, another at his shoulder had an omega interlocking with an alpha. At this point Hobby was too busy trying to fit the newcomer inside a makeshift frame he created by bringing his fingers together into a square, trying to get measurements.
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Post by Cion on Nov 3, 2018 19:21:12 GMT
Narrowing her aureate eyes, Cion observantly followed the movement of the unsettling stranger. There was something unnatural about the way he carried himself, though that was likely due to the fact that he was a synthetic digimon, not a biological one. Still, as he towered above her, casting his bulky shadow upon her tiny frame while wielding that golden needle atop his head, the silver fennec could not help but to be keyed up. Was this newcomer a fiend, distrusting or merely a confused soul that did not comprehend proper etiquette?
At first threatening, the big lad's demeanor quickly turned weirdly charming. Yes, he indeed was an untutored being, but that did not mean the restrained Arniomon disregarded him. On the contrary - who knows what her influence might lead him to accomplish in the future. "Oh... thank you, darling." She kindly voiced her genuine appreciation, always considering a simple compliment delightful. "And you are... strapping." She praised the unfamiliar person's size and potential strength. Regardless, she wondered what digivolution stage he was at. Champion perhaps?
However, her simper became a concerned frown upon hearing the plush's new desires. He wanted her fur? That was bizarre and worrisome, especially with that jolly leap of his. Yet... he did not attack her. Instead, he reached out to her and asked strange questions. Mustering her courage and confidence, she decided to calmly answer them, as it was typical for the fine lady. "Nobody made me, dear. Like everyone, I simply came into existence." She explained, leaning a bit forward to take a better look at the construct in front of her. "Are you different? Did someone craft you?" She voice her curiosity, hoping that he did not mind. From memory, there was a chance this kind of question opened up old wounds.
Unwoundedly, Cion observed him taking measurements of her while she in turn noticed his patches and needles. Was he a sentient, stuffed animal - or an addle-headed digimon just bearing this shape. Wait... that emblem on his shoulder. That was no coincidence, was it? Ever since that dreadful night where grave mistakes were made, this symbol was burned into her conscience. Senseless sacrifices for nothing - that was what the alpha and omega stood for. "Did... Alagus make you?"
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Post by Hobby on Nov 4, 2018 3:05:54 GMT
Hobby took a couple of more moments, of measuring before he would draw back. He'd begin to circle around the fennec, seemingly finishing his 'inspection'. "Oh, you're welcome! I like pretty things."He'd hastily spit out as he'd allow his needle to slide from between his fingers, pinching it again at the hilt moments before it would slide off. "Hmm? Of course someone made me. Everyone was more or less made by something. Though, I like to think I've sewn in the best parts about me like these cool patches or this amazing hat." Hobby would point one his nails at a comically tiny sized hat resting between his antlers. It was a black and brown fedora of sorts put together from two different hats as evident by the abrupt duality in its colour. "I can change whatever I want. That's why it's important to gather supplies... the things I make now are so plain." The behemoth frowned, his ears flopping as he'd let out a disappointing sight. "Mmm, oh yeah, he did." Hobby answered dryly, confirming his ties to the armoured menace. He didn't seem to think much of the statement, nor did he seem to react in an offensive manner to the questioning. The plush was never one to talk his way out of questions, though he often took things literally with his answers. "As it is now, I only have some string, felt, buttons and my own stuffings." During his grumbling, Hobby casually began to run his needle across his knee, slicing into the fabric quite audibly, though he didn't seem to have any reaction to what he was doing. Though a pitch black, tar like substance began to pour out. The data of the ground around the pool that was now forming would occasionally fizzle, almost as if the data was becoming corrupted. "I can make very good polar bears. I like them because they're a fresh twist to the beloved classic." Truly enough, three small white bears rose from the puddle as the wound on Hobby's leg would suture itself shut. They looked like cruelly made, monochrome versions of of a normal teddy bear with a pair of blue, button eyes each, sans the third one which only had one. Almost immediately upon coming into existence, they began to pace forward, forking in different directions. They seemed to dance to unknown beat with every step. "See? Good, but plain. They could use little suits and maybe also umbrellas? There's so much I could do!"
Used - [Curio]: Hobby summons up to three Rookie level stuffed animals of his choice that can act independently. A Curio does not have much offensive capabilities (unless fighting a Fresh level, then it's a powerhouse), but can cast Cross Stitch and Life Stitch on behalf of Hobby (using his own attack slot and cooldowns, meaning that these activation are not independent of Hobby). In the case of Rotting Stuffing, Curios will instead fire a cone of the ability in front of them independently when Hobby casts. Curios gain all of Hobby's passives and last until destroyed. Curios can be instantly killed by Hobby's needle to heal for a small percentage [Cooldown: 3 posts after the last instance of Curio is destroyed].
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Post by Cion on Nov 4, 2018 8:10:33 GMT
He liked pretty things, eh? Usually, Cion would taken that as a compliment and followed it with a display of gratitude, but given the way the big, bulky lad carried himself, she was unsure how to perceive such opinions. Was she even a person to him, or a mere exhibit ripe for the taking? Naturally, the silver fennec did not permit harm to happen to her or her currently far afield companions. Unfortunately, she did not know the extent of the sentient plush's might, wondering what kind of challenge he posed if their encounter resulted in a battle.
Fascinated by the fact that the newcomer was rather aware of his origin despite his childish demeanor, she figured he had a point. Perhaps destiny or chance was her maker, though for obvious reasons that was of no importance to the free-spirited entrepreneur. "They make you stand out." She commented his patches, curious to learn that this android had a strong sense of individualism. Whoever had created him - likely Alagus - did not intend for him to a soulless machine. That or by accident he attained esthesia and consciousness.
"An artist? Fascinating." Cion stated honestly, considering it a rarity that something like him was an adept craftsman. Although not frowning, the news that her previous theory got confirmed was unsettling. Was this meeting another setup by this aimless warrior to test her morality or use her as a tool? Or was this an attempt to inform her of the reinvigoration of his schemes? Thankfully, it seemed that was not the case for the large, stuffed animal was indifferent towards the subject matter. No... he was only focused on himself and what he desired. That was both good and worrisome.
Watching the stranger pierce himself, her aureate eyes traced the motion of the drips of dark liquid that he oozed. It affected the grassy ground beneath his frame, causing it to distort. Was his life force acutely poisonous? "Are you not hurt?" The restrained Arniomon expressed her genuine concerns. He did not appear to mind, but mayhap he simply did not grasp what he had inflicted upon himself. Indeed; he was more interested in his ability to craft polar bears than his injury. What an odd fella, but exactly something the ironclad 'observer' would create.
And then... a strange wonder occurred. It was with utmost intrigue that the fluffy fox beheld the cuddly toys emerge out of the pool of black ooze. With the wound mending itself, she watched the regrettably non-childproof bears... dance? "Certainly..." Cion whispered, her gaze and slightly open maw fixed on the summoned creatures. What a talent of amazing potential... but how to capitalize on it? However, she suddenly remembered her ambitions, wealth and skill in free enterprise.
Calming down, she folded her paws and smiled at the methodless, lost boy. "Then why do you search for materials in a desolate forest? Why not buy them from shops in a city?"
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Post by Hobby on Nov 4, 2018 15:19:57 GMT
Hobby seemed delighted at the standing out comment, stretching a rather wide and unsettling grin across what was presumably his muzzle. Between the several gaps of his nail- 'teeth' the same murky substance could be observed. He was certainly trying to stand out, though unaware to him he was doing an excellent job at that hat or not. The plush seemed to be a in a state where he was both aware of what he was, yet completely unaware of what that meant. Still, his child like bliss often made it hard to ponder on those things. The deer like creature turned toward the fennec once more, ears perking as he would lean over, practically going prone. "Ah, ah! Hurt? You mean, feel pain? I don't feel pain unless my body is damaged." He would swiftly announce in an excited manner, chuckling to himself."No matter what happens to me I can always put myself right back together! That's why it's important to always have new materials and stuffings so that every time I come out looking a little different!"
Hobby would point to various sutures and patches on his body hastily, his may parting in excitement. "It's really nice! I don't know why anyone would want to be any way else!" Indeed, the deer had trouble grasping why anyone would opt to think of things like injuries or hunger, yet at the same time he didn't realise it wasn't a choice for most. Hobby seemed pretty fixated on his bears which continued a short distance behind his newly found company in different directions. Two would eventually stop and begin to dance in place, while the third one would aimlessly keep walking against a nearby tree stump, unable to progress. "Ah, that happens sometime... oh, what was that?" The plush seemed to snap out of it, turning toward the fennec once more. He'd lean in even closer, now practically almost on top of the other with his arms on either side, yet there was ample room to move beneath him. He'd gasp, maw parting as he'd stare blankly into the distance for a few moments. "Oh no! You're correct! I haven't been to these stores yet, I could have probably done that since these people wouldn't just kick me out, ugghhh..." Somehow he seemed genuinely frustrated, yet grateful for the pointer. "Smart suggestion... you're smart. But, I want to open my own shop so, I try not to take things from other stores. They are never happy when I go anyway, probably because they know that I will put them out of business once I open my own store - 'Hobby's wonderous crafts'!"He seemed very certain of that statement, even giving a couple of nods in a strangely animated way. "Ah, but maybe I will do that when I'm done here, thank you, thank you!"It was at this moment, as Hobby put on a show and brought his hands together to thank the fennec that the single eyed bear would slowly turn around. It would remain motionless, yet its peers would resume. "You've done so much for me! You've even given me new sources for materials! I'm grateful to you, fluffy stranger!" His tone was filled with excitement. He genuinely sounded like he was thankful. Yet, suddenly, without much of a warning he'd sink his needle directly into his body, seemingly causing it to vanish. Then from behind, specifically from the single eye'd bear it shot out. It would travels short distance before vanishing into strings of data that began to rapidly suture anything in the area to the ground - in this case it would be the fennec. "Cross Stitch!" Came the attack call as the needle would suddenly materialise after the stitching to pierce the target, or simply be expunged from his body had the attack missed. "Hold still, otherwise I might make a mistake!"
Log: - In effect: [Curio]: x3 Hobby summons up to three Rookie level stuffed animals of his choice that can act independently. A Curio does not have much offensive capabilities (unless fighting a Fresh level, then it's a powerhouse), but can cast Cross Stitch and Life Stitch on behalf of Hobby (using his own attack slot and cooldowns, meaning that these activation are not independent of Hobby). In the case of Rotting Stuffing, Curios will instead fire a cone of the ability in front of them independently when Hobby casts. Curios gain all of Hobby's passives and last until destroyed. Curios can be instantly killed by Hobby's needle to heal for a small percentage [Cooldown: 3 posts after the last instance of Curio is destroyed].
- Used: [Cross Stitch]: Hobby can stitch anything together, including things that would conventionally not be stitchable such as Digizoid. Besides the ability to link things together or clamp them shut, anything stitched by Cross Stitch will be unable to break for one post unless sliced by Hobby's needle. After the one post duration, the thread can be snapped with any amount of force. The execution of Cross Stitch doesn't require Hobby to perform the motion, but it requires him to be in melee range. The needle remains lodged in place until the next attack. Outside of combat Cross Stitch can be used to repair wounds or patch up broken items at no cooldown. [Cooldown: 2/2]
- Hobby used Curio #3 to cast Cross Stitch against Cion.
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