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Post by Cion on Dec 10, 2018 18:20:09 GMT
Only the stars' radiance conceded insight into the untapped potential of this immemorial realm...If she had encountered as many beautiful souls as there were lights illuminating the nocturnal canopy then her set path would have not been necessary. But Cion knew that there was no turning back now. Refusing an existence of everlasting anguish and emptiness, she had become what she had often rejected out of uncertainty and dependence. No longer was she a votary to someone else, but solely herself and the cause that originated entirely from the fervent blazes of her core. Some called her a leader, a visionary, a fantast. Titles and insults mattered not to the sophisticated lady. Nothing but her project did anymore. Usually hiding behind a frame of cheerfulness or refinement, these acts and traits of her had fallen into the depths of her focused mind. As befitting to anyone who had passionate supporters united under a purpose higher than any individual on their own, she adapted her very being to the undertaking at hand. Placidness was the essence of her stance, words and actions in rejection of succumbing to mistakes that were born from deficiency of any sort. Yet she also emitted an aura of absolute genuineness, unwilling to continue concealing her honest thoughts and innermost emotions. Both to further her ambitions and to meet a quite unique companion were the reasons why she was here in a fine, appropriate black suit that proudly bore the insignia of her organization. Although not someone who took herself or dress codes too seriously, she felt obliged and comfortable to wear this typical sigil of culture. Besides, the restaurant she had rented a table at was certainly one of an excellent cuisine. The last thing she wanted was others accusing her of inappropriateness. Leaning against a wooden railing next to her luxurious accommodation on the outside, the silver fennec's aureate eyes lingered on the beauty of the dark horizon as the night's sheens twinkled on the surface of the cold water. Nostalgic memories claimed her mind in remembrance of pasts of yore. She once had doubts about her previous, in vain endeavors, but those she had already properly dealt with. Cion comprehended that the future was the single way forward for her lest she'd risk failure due to insecurity. No more - if nobody was willing to finally challenge the status quo then it was her duty to bear this heavy mantle. She did so gladly. ... The breaking of the waves on the shore was so soothing...
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Post by Deleted on Dec 10, 2018 18:40:39 GMT
Whitewater.
A place that she had spent many nights, many days and quite a few of them would she often more than not look to the stars for just that same feeling she had from her inn. But here, and in the now she looked to the sky not out of wonder, but of curiosity for what it could hold for her future and for the futures of others that she had sworn to protect.
She knew little of the individual she was meeting, past their strength and a few simple desires. She had heard of their project both in positive and negative lights. Some indeed didn't agree with it, some did. But that was the way of the digital world. A large varied amount of opinions that would gather into one place like this.
So imagine her surprise after how long it had been to get a message from that same individual that she had heard about from other channels. They had fought once in a tournament and during that exchange they had certainly earned one another's respect. To some that simple strength and knowledge wouldn't be enough; but to her it spoke volumes.
Stepping up to the doors of this particular establishment she'd go over her outfit quietly. The dress style wasn't exactly her forte, she was more suited for that cloak and simple garb if she was to pick anything. But she had to admit this worked for what she was doing here.
Exhaling softly she'd flick an ear and step through the doors. Introducing herself to the current host of the restaurant and quickly being shown to where she needed to go. Which only lead the renamon to the table which Cion sat. That black suit certainly seemed out of place to her for a moment, but perhaps that was because she had only seen them in the heat of battle.
Was she any different? She wore her warrior's garb in this fashion; and Cion herself likely wouldn't question the look. But seeing as the dress code here led to this... well. The Renamon managed a small smile and took a moment to greet her.
"It's good to see you again Cion. What has it been? Almost half a year now?"
Following suit the renamon took a seat; turning her head slightly to follow where the other was looking. It was quite a stunning scene after all; something she was happy to see. It reminded her constantly of what she was fighting for.
"Imagine my surprise getting that message. But far be it for me to turn down an invitation from a fast friend. I take it things have been well if you suggested dining here?"
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Post by Cion on Dec 10, 2018 20:32:24 GMT
Cion's large ears peaked as they often did when unexpected yet familiar voices pulled her out of her deep thoughts. Tilting her head to meet her guest, the muzzle of the small fox displayed a rapt smile that briefly turned toothy. Sincere joy graced her face as her aureate eyes met the icy blue ones of the beautifully white Renamon. Her preciously red garbs accentuated the balletic silhouette of the slender kitsune, granting her a presence of vigor and amenity. She had almost forgotten how comely this fine paladin was; though to be fair they did not have much time to inspect each other on the battleground.
"K... it's been far too long, but the pleasure is all mine." The well-dressed, silver fennec calmly expressed her sincerest delight to finally encounter her prior rival in a less competitive environment. Gently pushing herself of the wooden railing, she daintily did as her cherished acquaintance and took a seat at their table. Savoring the radiance of the nearby candelights and enchanting scents for a few seconds, she quickly returned her focus to the virtuous warrior. Although having barely crossed paths, they knew that their dreams and hopes aligned, making them kindred spirits that were unfortunately not properly chummy. Tonight however the restrained Arniomon sought to change this regrettable grievance.
Beholding K relishing the beauty of the nocturnal horizon, Cion carefully listened to what her female friend desired to voice. Naturally she was happy to answer any simple question posed. She did so with her folded hands on her lap, occasionally shifting her gaze to the stars as well. "It was about time I say... and it is stupendous to me that you accepted my invitation, dear. As for recent events..."
The vulpine sentinel paused, remaining quiet for a long moment as her soul fleetingly returned to the maelstrom of emotions she kept tight and hidden within her core. This mental reticence enabled her to keep her composure, which was the way the gracile lady preferred to carry herself and be perceived as. There was no point in opening old wounds only she was capable of mending someday. "...Things have at least changed. Difficult challenges, deliberations... solitude and eventual solace. But the trials led me to today, so... it's quite well currently." She explained and finished by again expressing her appreciation for the arrival of the pretty Renamon.
"What about you, if I may ask?"
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Post by Deleted on Jan 3, 2019 2:55:05 GMT
K sported a quiet smile and tilted her head; the other well and soft spoken fox like digimon joined her at the table. It wasn't much of a surprise seeing them dressed like this; but she did have to wonder just where that outfit came from. She didn't recognize the symbology and she was certain that the other hadn't been wearing anything like it when they fought.
"I had no reason to turn it down."
The renamon placed her hands on the table, quirking a small brow as the other remained quiet for a bit. She couldn't tell what exactly the other was thinking or what the other was going through. As they had just had sat down for the first time. As far as 'first' meeting went this was much better than on a battlefield or just on a side road somewhere. Not that anything was wrong with either of those...
"I see. Hopefully your trials continue to lead you in the same direction. Too many have fallen to the different problems cropping up across the world."
When addressed the renamon brought a hand up to her muzzle giving it thoughtful rub. There was a lot that had transpired since that fight; a lot that she had been doing and a lot that she didn't want to think about.
"I have had many things transpire since we last met. From fights; to new meetings. From children to new foes. Most prominently is the Knights of the Rose. Which I am currently the leader of."
The renamon would fold her hands and stare at the Silver fennec. Her expression quite serious.
"I found purpose in my own failings. The threats of the digital world made themselves known to me and I will address them as they come when they come. With or without help. I've always been someone that has helped people Cion, in any capacity I could. Before I started to properly adventure around I was an innkeeper. Now a warrior for what I perceive to be right. Following my roots so to speak."
How could she explain it better than that without dredging on for hours? The renamon could of told story after story. Recollection after recollection of problems she had come across and solved.
"But among all those things I still find time for friends both old and new. A huge part of why I said yes to coming was well. Both of a personal desire to extend my own contacts and friends. As we seemed to share quite a similar mind set in the duel it seemed only appropriate to answer in kind no?"
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Post by Cion on Jan 6, 2019 10:31:05 GMT
K did not have a reason to turn down her invitation... now that was an implicit compliment that truly delighted Cion. It appeared first impressions mattered quite a lot, which was why she was thankful for her generally courteous behavior. Most appreciated the grace the ladylike fennec carried herself with, allowing her to form bonds and friendships easily. Certainly there were some who scoffed at her mannerisms and felicity, but those were seldom a concern to her. If need be, she was capable of being unwound. However, in these distressing times, relaxation was hardly a luxury she could afford.
Listening to the wise statement of the gorgeous, white Renamon, the small fox nodded firmly in understanding of her indirect advice. "Indeed. Succumbing to inanition is the last thing I seek. That's why I am infinitely grateful for those whose shoulders I occasionally lean on for repose." She commented calmly with a genuinely rapt smile; a strong contrast to the dark words she had just uttered. It was clear that she refused to be uncertain or afraid of the road that was ahead of her, nor it's horizon. Fervent volition born out of unparalleled ambitions enabled her to remain rational and placid.
Folding her hands on her hip, the vulpine sentinel quietly listened to her former rival's answer. Naturally she was well aware of the organization that called itself the 'Knights Of The Rose' and its exploits, but it was her cherished acquaintance's private life that caused Cion's ears to briefly peak. "Children, dear?" She asked, wondering if the fine madame had chosen a similar path of family life like her brother and kindred spirit Owen. If yes, then... then she was of course happy for her bliss. Elation was a rare commodity yet of unlimited value - and love was among its greatest.
Truth be told the little fennec was a bit perplexed by her kind guest's sudden seriousness. It seemed out of place in this lovely night of amity and delectabilities, but given who she was she gladly opened her heart for K's concerns. "We are fairly alike, darling." She asserted without a hint of graveness in her voice. No... especially for her partner's sake, she kept her aplomb and poise. They shared a tale of vainly finding normalcy in a realm of perpetually cyclical anguish and agony, only to eventually heed their duty as voluntary paragons. The fact that Cion had changed her approach - proactivity instead of reactivity - did not matter.
Taking in a deep breath through her snub nose, the dinky fox attempted to think of an elaborate response to the well-dressed Renamon's personal philosophy. Unfortunately, or fortunately depending on the perspective, a single, short sentence was all that came to her mind. "Yes. I agree wholeheartedly." With her approval voiced, one of her talons moved over to the menus of this fancy, cozy restaurant. Above everything - the banter and shared dreams - she wished to win a fast friend.
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