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Eris pouted. She could us words. She read quite a good deal and knew lots of big ones and had listened to Moon's rants enough to string them together almost as articulately as the eccentric Moon-Millenniumon. She just chose not to. One because she felt that words were more poignant when used sparingly, two because she though actions spoke louder then words, and three because while she might have respected her tutor Cleo that did not mean she liked him. If anything Eris's relationship with the Anubismon could be described at 'tolerant.' With the Gigimon attending Cleo's long boring lectures not because she wanted to, but because it was expected of her. Because Cleo had taught her Father and her Uncle before him, and their family members before them and now she too was supposed to learn. Though her fraying attention span during lessons had left the Anubismon to believe her to be a bit dim. She wasn't, but Cleo didn't know that and Moon held the Digimon in distaste and was unlikely to rat her out in regards to just what she had been reading.
"What Cleo doesn't know won't hurt him." Was what she settled on saying though her lines were delivered in a sulk before she perked up at the prospect of a good tale.
"Story time?" She questioned eyes bright and ears nearly instantly perked and at alert.
Hercules rumbled a low hum in patient understanding of Eris’s disagreement. Everyone had their own way of expressing themselves, and he knew that. The old Leomon just hoped that his little red friend would find some kind of enthusiasm for her lessons eventually. It may have been hypocritical of him with his own rambunctious youth, but hindsight was an interesting facet of old age. Focusing his attention back on Aurelia as the Lunamon hyped Eris up with a story, Hercules frowned.
After making sure Eris’s attention was focused on the spirit, the Leomon looked suspiciously from Aurelia to Sunny. As old as he was, he was still keen of the snare he was being baited into. The human seemed aware of his discontent, and after a forced, nervous smile the woman pointedly gazed to her spirit companion. The Leomon looked to Aurelia as well, next.
“That old story? You’re probably the only one who still remembers it Aurelia,” said Hercules with a smirk. He didn’t interrupt her any further, however; instead he lifted a finger up for the bartender, requesting one more strong glass of water since it looked like he would be here a little while more.
“That’s right, it is an old story. But, it’s a good one,” promised Aurelia to Eris with a nod.
“Hercules and I were once part of an adventuring group tasked with mapping a canyon deep in the Dark Area. Supposedly, there was an outpost of digimon there that had been interfering with and harassing other exploratory missions. Expedition Honos they had called it, with Honos being another human word for honor. Things went well for us, for a time. We found the canyon. We even found the outpost. What we weren’t prepared for, was being found ourselves.”
Aurelia paused to place her hands on the counter behind her and lean back on her raised perch. For a moment she stared up at the ceiling, then closed her eyes.
“Try to imagine that for a moment. Being in a land so dark that it makes a candle feel like the glowing rays of Luminas City. Where even the very air itself feels.. wrong. The distant booming of thunder, despite there being no rain at all. It made us wonder if it really was thunder to begin with. Our only sense of direction came from those few mons who could see in the dark. I was one of those guides. The things that stalked by us without the others even knowing.. It was best if they didn’t know.”
The Lunamon opened her eyes to look back to Eris, smiling again.
“And through all of that, do you think brave Mister Hercules flinched even a little bit?”
Eris listened. Her big blue eyes wide with wonder and little mouth slightly agape as the Lunamon wove her tail the pink tip of her tongue just barely able to be seen as the tiny Gigimon sat enraptured by the story. Her gaze only occasionally flicking between Hercules and the storyteller even as her ears perked up at the sudden question.
"No! No he didn't!" Eris cheered out only to sober her face confident and sure. "Mister Hercules only flinches when you mention his Poker score." The Gigimon assured them with bright cheer having recalled her own Uncles jokes on the matter.
"No he didn't!" echoed Aurelia after Eris cheered. She smiled in amusement at what the adorable Gigimon said next.
True to form Hercules coughed and cleared his throat as he looked away reluctantly. He didn't see what the big deal was. Everyone was good and bad at something! Although, that might have been his wounded pride rationalizing things. No one ever did seem to agree with him on that train of thought.
"Alright, alright. If you're going to tell a story then get on with it," muttered the Leomon with a sigh as he looked back to the group. Upon making eye contact with the human he frowned as she quickly glanced back to Aurelia, and raised her cup to sip at her tea. She was trying to be polite, but he had seen the corners of her lips tugging upwards. "Let me at least hear if you remember it right."
"Oh, I remember. I was there." Aurelia smiled cheekily at Hercules, then looked back to Eris.
"I was there when the first of our companions disappeared, carried off into a darkness even my eyes could not completely penetrate. A muffled, surprised cry. Then they were gone. We looked for them of course, but found nothing. In fact, another person had vanished. In the end it was Mister Hercules and his keen sense of smell that found one of their backpacks. It was torn up, but that was all we found. We decided to keep going after a silent prayer. We stuck closer together after that, and no one else disappeared. We could feel them, though; powered digital signatures lurking just beyond our sight."
Aurelia paused to hold her hands up with their palms facing each other. A small orb of red light formed between her hands, and she stared at it thoughtfully. It radiated a crimson light that tinted Aurelia's face with the color.
"We stopped to try and get some rest, but we were attacked again. At first I wasn't sure if I had seen movement on the edges of my vision, so I threw an orb much like this one out into the area. After popping it in a flash of light, I saw what had been following us."
Letting the orb float in the air she used her hands to make a shadow puppet on the counter top. It was crude, what with her stubby fingers and hands, but she managed to make the image of snapping jaws.
"It was like a lightning flash. A quick, fleeting burst of clarity that had been an eternal night around us. It was enough for us to see the group of DarkTyrannomon, sharp teeth and all! And then.." The Lunamon snapped her fingers and extinguished her ball of light.
"All we heard was their roars and the stomping of feet as they charged. Some of us ran. Not Mister Hercules, though. Like something out of a movie, he drew his sword, pointed it at our enemies, and roared back! That sound gave me chills, but it also gave me hope. If you ever want lessons on how to roar like the king of the beasts, you should ask him later. He was pretty cool back then, y'know."
"Wha-? Back then?" interrupted Hercules with a frown. "I can still do that!"
"Can you?" challenged Aurelia quietly with a teasing smile.
"Well, not here of course! Especially not at this hour?" Hercules ran a hand down his face with a soft growl. Aurelia always had a knack for making him feel his age.
"Another time, then? Right, Eris?" Again, Aurelia smiled at the Gigimon.