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Ruin Treks (Ask/Mei) (Hunt x2 for Vulin and Fennel's Champs)
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Post by Deleted on Jan 9, 2019 7:32:07 GMT
At Mae's momentary surprise and silence, Fennel would've faltered for a second - wondering if maybe it was a weird question for him to ask. He scratched the back of his head a bit, and was already ready to formulate some sort of apology... though Mae would then respond, and he would find himself relaxing a bit, glad that it didn't seem to be as awkward as he initially thought it to be. "Neither of us know, which is partially why Vulin wanted to come out here to explore- we both love discovering things, me more for the knowledge, and him more for the experience and excitement." Fennel would admit. "Digimentals, though... I've heard of them, and what they can do, just not necessarily where they originate. Where do you think they come from?"
As Fennel and Mae were talking though, Vulin would - more or less - be only tangentially going the same direction they were- he was curious, and eager! And as such, he was poking his head into old urns he ran across in the buildings along the path they took, digging up remains of old sand-laden wooden boxes and barrels to peek into them, and just all-around poking his head into everything that was in their general vicinity. Though he didn't find anything necessarily valuable per se, he would end up finding an old rusty helmet, which he proceeded to awkwardly fit onto his head, and bounce up to the other two - "Fennel! Mae! Look what I found!" He'd call happily, the janglejinglejangle of the ring on his tail quite audible as it swished excitedly.
Though initially surprised, this would elicit a soft laugh out of Fennel; the helmet looked a little hilarious, the way it was awkwardly skewed on Vulin's head - it clearly was not made for a Vorvomon. "Pftahaha! Where'd you even find that?" He'd ask, taking the helmet off of Vulin's head to look it over - it was clearly made for a digimon who didn't have horns like he or Vulin did. The surface was rough and rusty - probably from god-knows-how-many years of neglect, and weathering from the winds and sand. "Over there! .... I think!" Vulin would proclaim, gesturing in the direction of the supposed building with a wing- Fennel's gaze following Vulin's gesture. "It looks super old- I wonder what kind of digimon used a thing like that!" The Vorvomon excitedly mused, to which Fennel suggested "A guard, maybe?" as he tried to look for any sort of identifying marks or symbols on it, though no avail; it was much too old to make out anything of interest on it. He'd hum a bit, before glancing to Mae and offering the helm, asking "Want a look at it?" He wasn't sure if she'd be as interested in it as they were- but it was probably the polite thing to ask anyways.
Once the three of them had gotten their fill of the helmet, Fennel would stuff it in his bag- maybe he could get it restored later? Get a more qualified digimon to take a look at it? Either way, it was an interesting find to him, and he'd note that maybe they could visit here another time, to learn more about this old city. By now, the temple would be looming closeby - it wasn't too far now - though Fennel still felt a weird feeling in his gut at looking at the large building. He wasn't necessarily anxious about it anymore, Mae's remark before about strength in numbers was indeed true, but it was hard to quite put a claw on what exactly he was feeling. Nonetheless, he would be jolted from his thoughts when Vulin chirped "We're almost to the temple-place, cmon!" He'd watch as the Vorvomon, once more, bounced on ahead - and he'd shake his head and chuckle before following after at a light jog. "I wonder why this place in particular is more in-tact than everything else..." He'd wonder out loud.
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Post by Mae on Jan 10, 2019 6:56:34 GMT
"That...That's a question that I fear I cannot answer, Fennel. I don't think it's a matter of where, however. They represent...qualities, so perhaps someone made them? Thus, it'd be more a matter of who made them, in my eyes. Though this is just my own guesses..." The Keramon tapped her chin a little bit, unaware that Vulin just ran ahead.
So it was a little bit surprising when she heard him go oH HEY LOOK WHAT I FOUND. The Keramon slithered on over to where the Vorvomon was. "Hm...I don't know, actually. Plenty of Digimon with helmets kind of just come out with them. " She gave the helmet a look-over when she was entrusted with it, before she gave it back.
Couldn't identify it. Huh. "Definitely a guard." The Keramon stated as she kept up with the other two. "I think maybe someone might come by every once in a while to keep this place intact. A custodian of sorts." ...She hadn't been in there yet.
This would be a first.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 12, 2019 6:47:23 GMT
"Yeah, that makes sense." Fennel agreed thoughtfully; they probably didn't just pop up out of nowhere, they might've been from some digimon's lingering data or someone's craftsmanship. Only question then, is how and why they're made - and how or why they crop up in some of the places they supposedly end up in. How old are they? Wouldn't most of the digimentals out there have been snatched up already? Where does the power they hold come from? Though, even with all these questions, he'd condense it all into a single thought, mentioning "I wonder what type of digimon would've made those things, though, considering everything about them..." as he idly hopped over a stray piece of rubble resting in their path.
Once they began to near the temple proper though, and Mae had suggested the possible existence of a custodian, Fennel would pause a second- frowning faintly. This was a pretty big looking building, and it's been standing here for gods-knows-how-long - yet it looks as though it's barely been touched by wear and tear, unlike the ruins surrounding it. What kind of digimon would be able to take care of such a building, and to such degree? Though.... He'd slowly shake his head to snap himself out of his nervous thoughts - instead heading up the steps to the two large doors that led the way into the temple - Vulin sitting at the top of the stairs like a patient little puppy.
Or, perhaps only slightly patient, as as soon as Vulin saw the two come up the stairs, he'd bounce up to them - nearly bowling Fennel over in the process! "Mae, Fennel, guys!" He'd excitedly begin, rambling off "What do you think it's gonna be like in the temple? Do you think we'll find anything? I'm so exciteeed! Are you guys excited too??" His tail was thumping against the stone pathway underneath them, "C'mon, c'mon, lets do it!" He'd chirp, before bouncing off towards the doors - already trying to push them over with a grunt. Fennel, noting that he seemed to be having trouble, would come over to help as well - but his own strength was not much better. He, in fact, was the weaker of the two siblings! The door shifted slightly, built-up dust and sand cascading down, but the door didn't give. Thus, Vulin would glance back to Mae, asking "Hey, could you help us push the door, please Mae?" in an eager yet polite tone.
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Post by Mae on Jan 12, 2019 6:59:05 GMT
"Perhaps not a Digimon, but something beyond one." Mae suggested as she slithered over that same piece of rubble. The suggestion of there being a custodian, while far-fetched, was one of many explanations that could be offered as to the longevity of the temple. She glanced to Vulin as she came to a stop.
"...I think it might be empty. Quiet. Dusty. Temples can be like that sometimes." She noted as she watched the twins attempt to open the door. Two rookies couldn't seem to do it. Why not an ultimate? The Keramon slithered forward as her form seemed to peel and rip itself away, only to give way to the feline they had saw earlier.
"I can. This form's actually plenty strong no matter which mode it's in." Mae told them as she gave the door a good push, slowly starting to push it open. Dust and sand cascaded down and gave way as the door opened. What would they find? What would they see? What awaited the three in this temple that could not concede to time?
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Post by Deleted on Jan 12, 2019 9:40:20 GMT
Mode? Fennel glanced over to Mae - did this mean that she had an alternate form equivalent to her Ultimate form? He was a little curious, but wouldn't question it - instead glancing ahead, to the darkness of the temple beyond. Regardess of what might be keeping this temple together, the idea of a custodian was an interesting one, if maybe a bit unnerving - the idea of some similarly long-lived and possibly strong being keeping it all together. Vulin didn't share this uncertainty though, and instead would smile up to Mae - "Thank you!" He'd chirp happily and politely - before bouncing on ahead into the temple.
This would snap Fennel out of his thoughts though, as he watched Vulin run on ahead, and- "Vulin, wait a second before you-"
CLICK!
SWIT-TING! TINK!
As Vulin made his way on ahead, he'd suddenly pause in surprise as one of the tiles of the floor depressed underneath him. He was too busy staring down at the strangely loose tile, that he barely even realized that he had triggered a trap - a dart trap, to be exact. A couple of holes set in the nearby wall would fire off a pair of darts, though it seemed that Vulin was in no danger despite having triggered the trap. Reason being, the darts would make impact with his hard scales with a sharp sound, before harmlessly bouncing off; the worst they'd do being startling Vulin. He'd blink at the holes, then the darts, then back to Fennel, quickly realizing his mistake - "Oh... Uhm.... Whoops?" He'd mumble sheepishly, returning to Fennel's and Mae's side - perhaps he got a bit too excited?
Fennel would simply sigh, and lightly, harmlessly bop Vulin on the head - "C'mon, you dork - stay close, else you're gonna get yourself hurt." He'd gently chide the Vorvomon, to which Vulin would nod, clearly having learned his lesson. "'m sorry, Fennel..." He'd apologize gently, to which Fennel's expression softened, and he gently patted Vulin "It's okay, I just don't wanna see you get hurt is all." "Mhmm..."
Now that the... Danger - if that was even the right word to describe it - had passed though, the two twins would relax - Fennel mentally noting down that this place, indeed, have traps.
Instead of worrying too much about it though, he'd instead glance to Vulin, asking "Could you give us some light?" - to which the Vorvomon perked up. "Yeah, can do!" Vulin responded, and would inhale deeply - before beginning to increase his temperature. Much like before, with when he had gotten excited with talking to Mae, Vulin would begin to get noticably hotter - the air around him shimmering, even! - until his claws, horns, spikes, and fangs begun to glow faintly. This inofitself didn't provide a lot of light - though he'd then open up his mouth partway, a ball of flame stored in his maw; which helped light up a portion of the entryway beyond proper.
As far as entryways went, this was pretty standard - some form of sandstone bricks making up the walls, and similarly-sized square tiles for the flooring. Decorative engravings ran along the lower and upper portions of the walls, though Fennel noted that the bricks and engravings around where the dart trap had been set were a little different-looking, as though it had been set in after the hallway had already been made. He'd, similarly, note that the gap between the tiles - though normally miniscule and having sand and dust built up inbetween them - was slightly more apparent for the pressure plate that Vulin had triggered, and was lacking the buildup. "Huhm..." Fennel hummed to himself thoughtfully; was this the work of a hypothetical custodian, or simply the mechanisms inside made with the sand and dust in mind?
Glancing ahead, he couldn't see how far the entryway exactly went; though Vulin's fire was nice for examining the immediate area, it didn't reach very far otherwise - and so he'd glance back to Mae, asking "What do you think? Should we go further in...?" He wanted to gauge how she felt about all of this - if she thought it'd be safe to keep going, as long as they were careful.
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Post by Mae on Jan 16, 2019 2:33:23 GMT
...Well. Much was revealed in the span of a few seconds. "I suppose that's an indicator that we need to tread lightly." Given Vulin's...eagerness? This was much easier said than done. "Basically...Check the floor and walk slowly." Mae nodded.
And try not to get in the path of any dragons. Oh god, what if there was another goddamn dragon here? Mae carefully moved up to get a good look at the engravings, motioning for her source of light to follow before she turned towards Fennel. "I think we might find something if we went deeper, but...I'll leave it to you two. And Vulin, pleeease don't run off like that."
She definitely seemed alright with pressing their luck and going further in. In fact, she quickly turned and began to walk past the entryway. But she was slow. Careful. Don't want more traps, after all!
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Post by Deleted on Jan 20, 2019 10:11:13 GMT
Vulin and Fennel were close behind Mae as the trio made their way deeper into the temple - them both keeping an eye out for traps. Listening to Fennel and Mae's requests, it seemed Vulin was more focused on carefully testing the tiles ahead of him to make sure they weren't actually pressure plates, gently pressing down for any give - before walking forward if there was no give, or hopping over the tile in question in the event it did have any give, even if it was as simple as just a loose tile. He was also focused upon keeping the fire in his maw going, so that they had a light to go off of.
Fennel though, while he was indeed similarly cautious of traps, seemed curious of the engravings as well - looking over them. They didn't seem to depict anything specific, being mostly decorative and pretty to look at, even if there were faint signs of wear from general age. He'd take one of his journals and a pen out of his bag, copying down the engravings on a few blank pages as they walked. "These don't seem to really mean anything," He mused - mostly to himself, but it was open to response, and loud enough for Mae and Vulin to hear - "but I'd like to remember and record everything about this place that I can before we leave..."
Eventually though, they'd come into a relatively large-looking main 'hall'; old rotted pews being what they first noticed. As Vulin carefully moved to the center of the room - to better light it - more details would be revealed. A few doorways dotted the sides, perhaps leading to siderooms of some sort - and what looked to be old, faded murals decorated the walls. Fennel took particular interest in these, even if it was hard to completely make them out - and would begin to do sketches of these as well. "These are amazing..." He'd breathe softly, definitely awed at having gotten a look at a piece of history. "What do you make of all this, Mae?" He'd ask her - turning to face the larger feline Digimon.
At the back of the room seemed to be a stone pulpit, although Vulin tilted his head a bit as he looked over it from where he stood - it seemed a bit... Ajar? Not completely straight, that is to say - as if it was nudged out of place. He didn't touch it though, not wanting to mess with anything and risk triggering some sort of trap. Instead, he'd glance to the other two - seeing what they were up to - as he sat down in place, tail swishing eagerly.
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Post by Mae on Jan 23, 2019 18:59:59 GMT
These didn't really mean much of anything, did they? Mae thought a little harder on any possible...anythings concerning these murals before she shrugged. "That's fine by me--I didn't bring anything to write stuff with, though...Sorry." The cat offered a quick apology, then proceeded onwards. "Pretty interesting temple, however. Makes me wonder about...a good many things, actually."
"I guess this is a site where people convened. Not unlike a church. Worship, mass and all of that. Noting the back of the room, however, Mae proceeded towards there, before motioning the twins along. "I can take a hit if this is a trap...But something has to be in here, I'm sure of it."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 23, 2019 23:12:00 GMT
Fennel nodded his agreement to Mae's personal theory - it was pretty much in line with what he thought; if this was a temple, it only made sense that this place would be a place of worship. The only question though, was what exactly they worshiped here, long ago. He'd hum softly to himself, looking over the murals, and the sketches he had made in his journal, before he glanced to Mae and noticed her gesturing them over.
Vulin, similarly, was pretty curious - but was content listening to the other two talk about the temple! He'd talk, but considering that he was providing light in the form of a little fireball in his mouth, it was difficult to exactly talk without accidentally breathing fire or otherwise putting out the fireball! Still, he made up for this in expressiveness, smiling and nodding to Mae as he and Fennel made to follow her - though at the mention of a possible trap and Fennel's wordless instruction, the two kept a couple steps back for safety. Still, the idea of some sort of treasure being deeper within excited Vulin! He'd fidget a bit excitedly in place, tail swishing - the sound of the ring and his scales scraping across the tiled floor audible.
"The pulpit does seem a bit off..." Fennel commented in observation, tilting his head as he glanced to it in particular. It looked as though it was attached to the floor, but at the same time it didn't exactly explain the slightly ajar angle it seemed to be at. "Would pushing it do anything?"
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Post by Mae on Jan 25, 2019 5:48:14 GMT
The cat had to figure out how to proceed from here. Something that would actually be a lot easier if she hadn't had these two kids with her. She had to admit, for how fond she was growing of them, they actually made her have to think how to proceed here. Because this could be dangerous!
"That depends. There could be a tripwire or something there. I want to say there isn't, but...I could be wrong. So...Let's find out!" The cat exclaimed before she tried to push the pulpit door further ajar. Enough so that the cat and her entourage of little brothers could see within. What would they find?
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Post by Deleted on Jan 25, 2019 22:17:40 GMT
As the pulpit was pushed, it seemed the tile underneath it was made to slide just the slightest bit; and that slide was just enough for something to click. The sound would make Fennel perk a little and tilt his head - clearly paying close attention to his surroundings - though Vulin didn't seem to pay much mind to the sound, instead glancing around idly.
The sound of metal and stone grinding was faintly audible, a muffled noise coming from somewhere underneath them. The twins would start as they felt the ground underneath shift - "Woah!" - and they'd both scamper out of the way in opposite directions as a square portion of the central walkway - just in front of the pulpit - would open up, revealing a pathway further down, a set of stairs leading down into the dark. Vulin would perch himself at the top of the stairs, peering downwards - though the light of the fireball in his maw only reached so far. Fennel, similarly, would peer down - but then would glance over to Vulin, noting that the Vorvomon was still using the fireball to light the way.
"We really need to find something to free up your mouth..." Fennel remarked, mostly to himself, as he glanced around. However, the only things he could see from here were a chandelier-like structure hanging from the ceiling, and unlit braziers - nothing that could be carried by hand, it seemed. Vulin didn't seem too troubled by it though, shrugging at Fennel, before glancing up to Mae and smiling the best he could, his tail swishing eagerly still as he waited to see what she would do. As long as he was being helpful and they were getting to explore, Vulin was happy!
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Post by Mae on Jan 27, 2019 4:52:21 GMT
As the metal and stone gave way to a path leading further downwards, Mae glanced back to her company, before looking down. "Honestly? I think we should." The cat commented as she began to carefully proceed downwards. Down below was just as dark as it was up top, but something felt...
Different here. Like something wrong lurked down in this part. Perhaps this was a secret for a reason? Nonetheless, at the bottom of the stairs lay some torches, hung on the walls. You could say they were waiting to be lit. Mae picked a torch up and held it out for Vulin to light. Once that's done?
They'd find themselves staring at a hallway. It's not too long. But it's age is...visible, to say the least. There was a definite end, however. The hallway led to a chamber that wasn't...visible. The light of the torch (if it was lit) barely scraped the edges.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 28, 2019 22:09:29 GMT
This strange, off feeling in the air didn't get past Fennel, as the three descended down the stairs. He wasn't sure if it was the smells in the air, or maybe even the fact that this was some old, forgotten part of the world, but... The strange feeling that permeated thru his surroundings set him a little on edge; and it was obvious thru just how warily he glanced around, just how much attention he was paying to his surroundings - to the point he nearly tripped down the last few steps, if it weren't for Vulin catching him!
Vulin himself was a little uneasy - but this was less because of the feeling in the air, and more from him picking up on Fennel's feelings. If Fennel felt something was off, then Vulin trusted him enough to know that something might've been off as well; and thus was similarly aware of his surroundings. Though, unlike Fennel, he wasn't so hyper-focused that he lost sight of his own feet!
When Mae presented the torch to Vulin though, the little Vorvomon did something that was - from a third party's, or even Mae's perspective - probably going to be regarded as a little odd... He had proceeded to - "Nomf!" - close his mouth over the end of the torch! He wasn't biting it though - but instead using the fireball in his mouth to light the torch, after which he'd take his mouth off of the torch and would swallow down the excess flames that lingered in his maw, allowing him to speak properly. "There we go!" He'd chirp happily, trying to keep positive even with the almost oppressive feeling in the air.
With the torch properly lit though, and its fire shining thru the hallway... Fennel and Vulin would peer to the chamber ahead curiously, but warily. "What's down there...?" Vulin would murmur, taking a couple steps ahead before stopping; remembering that he wasn't supposed to be wandering too far ahead. Fennel though, he seemed equally curious - moving to Vulin's side. "Is... the torch just not reaching that far? Or is that darkness... More unnatural...?" Fennel would murmur to himself, pondering. Vulin tilted his head - not being too sure himself - but would fire off a small, harmless burst of fire ahead of them - trying to see if he could shine some light in the chamber from here.
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Post by Mae on Jan 31, 2019 14:38:02 GMT
"...I can't be the only one who feels a little off about this, can I...?" Mae uttered aloud with each step down the stairs. She seemed a little surprised at Vulin's gesture. That was...certainly unorthodox, but the cat let out a small chuckle. "...You're adorable, you know that?" The light of the torch carried on indeed. Though as the duo grew closer, they would find that the darkness at the end of the tunnel, the darkness that carried on into the chamber was being radiated off of something. A large, draconic creature that appeared to be a Devidramon...Yet something was off. It's appearance was rotted. As though it were a mummy that had been left here for years. As such? It was partially skeletal. This would not be much of a problem if it were actually dead. As the six eyes opening proved? It was far from it. The partially decomposed dragon shambled onto it's feet, leering at the group. Mae promptly stood in front of the twins. And then? It spoke. A croaked, raspy whisper. As it shuffled onto it's feet? The three could see something behind it. Or, rather...A small shrine. ...With nothing on it? Huh?
"You who bring light into this tomb....state thy name..."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 31, 2019 22:30:49 GMT
Upon being called adorable, Vulin would blink a bit, before grinning sheepishly, scratching the back of his head. "You're adorable too, Mae!" He'd chirp, gently bunting his head against her. Her ultimate form is so soft and fluffy, he couldn't help but think it was kind of cute, even if she could really kick butt too! Though, all the same, he'd glance ahead and mention "I... kinda feel off about everything too, though... This is all sorta spooky..." Fennel, similarly, would nod his agreement - sidling a little closer to Vulin and Mae. The twins found comfort in both their mutual proximity, and their proximity to Mae - though even then, it only did a little against the oppressive feeling in the air.
As they continued on to the chamber, the feeling only got worse - and the two twins were practically glued at Mae's hips as they remained close to her for protection, Fennel even was unable to help but lightly hold onto one of the two appendages that hung from Mae's shoulders, almost like it was a lifeline. The stench of something dead and decaying would reach the twins' noses, and they became visibly uneasy - wondering what it was they were smelling - and, well... That was when the draugr-like Devidramon was revealed.
Sure, Devidramon on its own was an unsettling sight, with its stitched-together appearance and demonic, destructive qualities... But to see one that was decaying? Falling apart? Something about it seemed.... Wrong. A dead digimon didn't decay like this. It usually just faded away into data, before being reborn as an egg! And yet... This one was still intact, even as it seemed to be rotting away. Almost as if it were...
... still alive.
When it moved and stood, the two twins would hide behind the ever-vigilant Mae, even as they noticed the... Empty shrine? They were unsure what to make of it, but they both still remained behind Mae - peeking around her at the Devidramon from either side of her. They weren't sure what to make of this digimon - would they have to fight it? COULD they even fight it? What even had happened to it..? Though... Then, came the Devidramon's raspy whisper, as it requested their names....
The two twins paused for a second - unsure. On one hand, Fennel - with his untrusting nature - remained silent, simply better hiding behind Mae. Vulin, though, didn't see the harm in speaking up - even if he was nervous. He'd take in a deep breath, before calling out - with the slightest stammer - "I... My name is Vulin!" He would introduce himself, and then the others with a small gesture of his wing. "And this is our friend, M-Mae, and my brother Fennel!" After a second though, perhaps him thinking to himself, he'd tilt his head a little and ask the Devidramon "A-are... Are you okay? What happened to you?"
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