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Post by D-Reaper Scout on Jun 20, 2019 0:15:26 GMT
"I doubt that they would of been the ones to submit stuff like that. The mission itself was left vague for a reason right? Wait wait."
Holly's words clicked in the Wizardmon's head - not for how it explained everything, but for how wrong it sounded. Dio's confusion in the situation teased at something as well. The sorcerer, after all, merely mentioned that he was working off of a vague lead - but the center of it all was a full encampment full of Devas? At this point, there was no doubt in the mission head's mind that there was some premeditated aspect to it.
It was just a matter of what party premeditated it.
"... I don't like this, but I don't suppose we have a choice here. If the Hawkmon noticed Holly's approach, then any effort we had to sneak in is blown - though we can at least pretend to be justified in our decision since they fired first." With a sigh, and a flick of his staff, a thin white aura burst around the group - a transparent bubble briefly appearing around each Digimon and person, before vanishing from sight. "Shield spell. It can stop anything from an ultimate before falling away, so don't rely on it."
That said, they had two plans to go with:
Go in amicably. Or go in guns blazing.
"... Well, we've already tried splitting up. If we have to break the tie, I'd say 'go in to talk'."
"Same here, though I'll just toss my vote in with Wizardmon and Datamon's," Moeru gave a shrug. "I'll suppose we-"
"You know, mumblin' out here in the dark's not exactly the safest thing in the world."
... Alright. There was the Makuramon, about ten yards from the group, arms folded over his knees as he crouched on down to listen. "No, no, feel free to keep talkin'. Boss just told me to make sure we don't get the camp caught on fire."
... Hoo boy.
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Post by Cross on Jun 20, 2019 0:25:23 GMT
"Neither is sneaking up on folks who are already on edge from being attacked, but yes please lecture us on safety," Cross snapped out, the female Wizardmon not even bothering to turn her head lest the monkey digimon catch sight of her eyes. Instead settling for gesturing at the Deva with one gloved hand hand as she sighed.
"Seems we're taking the 'talking' route unless your boss feels like having his associates fire upon us again then I can't really assure you your camp won't end up set on fire," The Wizardmon added crossing her arms as she glanced over at the others and leaving them to take the rest of the lead now that she's spoken her meager piece. The other Wizardmon and Datamon were in the 'lead' after all of this mission and she was just for all intents and purposes the 'medic.' A position she was content to remain in for now till she saw which way the wind would be shifting in this encounter.
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Post by Ayaka and Coolmon on Jun 20, 2019 3:33:23 GMT
The duo had already more or less stated where they stood on what to do. However, they hadn't expected one of them to already be nearby and all. Seriously, way to sneak up on people who had already been quite jumpy, at that. "...She's correct." Coolmon stated. "We're taking the talking route out of what little politeness we possess after that little skirmish earlier. That aside, are we permitted to approach for talking? Or are we just going to shout at the top of our lungs from here?"
While the Antylamon (their Antylamon, as in Coolmon) spoke, Aya just opted to stick close to Cross, the armored woman noting that it'd likely be best to stick close to the medic in case something went wrong. She had a shield, so that'd definitely help with keeping any fire off of them. "...If we're to approach, I'd suggest we start now."
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Post by Carlos Rey on Jun 20, 2019 5:41:02 GMT
"...and here I wanted to give your "boss" the benefit of the doubt." The man said drily, turning to glare at the Deva. Credit where credit was due, Carlos had managed to hide the fact the sudden appearance of the monkey like digimon had startled him pretty well. What he didn't hide was the obvious distrust he felt to both him and the other Devas. Spying on others' conversations wasn't doing them any favors either.
The two twins were quick to stand next to the tamer as well as the other humans, not saying much other than more glaring. It would have been much to simple for Carlos to say the word and making his partners follow through with Cross' threat about setting the camp on fire. But the group had already pretty much agreed on trying to go for a less violent solution, and despite this intrusion it seemed they still wanted to at least give peace a chance.
"Well, you heard us, didn't you? We're still willing to talk things out for now." He said, biting the inside of his cheek to keep himself from adding a "take it or leave it."
Dio kept quiet, clearly unhappy with the decision but knowing this wasn't a time to object. Gio on the other hand, seemed quite on edge, and was a bit more vocal about his discontent with the situation. "W-what? Really? But he's...and they..." Wheter because of outrage, anger, or just sheer confusion, it would seem as if the Wargrowlmon could not even conjure up a coherent sentence to express just how much he didn't trust this plan or these Devas.
"I know Gio, but mindless agression will get us nowhere." Carlos simply said, and at the very least it would seem that was enough to keep Gio from protesting any more. At least for now.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 21, 2019 0:04:06 GMT
"I'm actually really surprised that he noticed me, his senses must of been really keen."
Holly frowned a bit and watched the Wizardmon give them a shield spell. It was capable of stopping anything from an ultimate before falling away? Did that mean if it stopped little stuff from champions or rookies that would be the case too?
The two plans didn't sit well with holly, she had to fight from the front and would only bite her lower lip a bit. At the sound of the monkey she'd jump upwards almost a meter high, turning around in mid air and land in a defensive posture. what was it with these people?!
Her fur was poofed up a bit and she found herself growling lightly as the group quickly seemed to think that the talking route would work here. No they were just going to get them all in one place so they could fight them. These potentially were Deva's and a sovereign for pete sake! She'd bite the inside of her cheek and glance around. If that was what they wanted to do... well they'd have to be careful.
"Tch... Note that I don't agree with this or like this. But I'll follow suit. Is your boss the Old human or the hawkmon, Mr. Monkey guy?"
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Post by D-Reaper Scout on Jun 21, 2019 0:38:05 GMT
Ah, cats. Even considering the situation, the Makuramon couldn't help but give a grin and stifle a chuckle at Holly's reaction - but it was clear that this group was less than fond of him.
Not that it mattered to the Makuramon. "Wasn't the cat the one who crept up on us first? Eh... don't think it really matters either way. At least, we're not going up into Whitewater or Terminus or wherever and skulkin' around where you live." Was it even that unreasonable for the monkey to turn it around like that? The Wizardmon gave a shrug, the Datamon giving an annoyed beep.
"Of all the little..."
"And come now, you haven't even met him yet, chap." This time, his attention was turned to Carlos, then to the Antylamon. "Oh, but no need for you to approach us, that would defeat the whole argument of 'not messing with the camp. And... hm..." Holly's question stuck out. "I guess, 'yes'? You can't have an aato without having one of those fragile ones around, but I gotta say the ol' man's hardier than most. But if we've settled it, just wait up here for a sec."
The Makuramon sprung up to his feet, made a handstand, and disappeared a moment later, a rotten log falling pointlessly to the ground in his place. Compared to some of the other Devas, this one actually seemed a bit more outgoing than the rest.
"... Well... talking or not, I suggest you all be at the ready."
"Dear lord."
Yup, that was a good way to put it. Pajiramon and Makuramon approached on the left, the monkey sitting on the ram's back, as Vajramon and Sandiramon approached on the right, the serpent circling around wide as the bull idly rested a hand on the pommel of one of his blades.
And there, accompanied by his guard, was tamer himself, the old man walking forth, back slightly hunched, a chuckle escaping from his lips.
"Ah, a pleasure to finally make your acquaintance... though if I am to be so bold, I'd have to say there are four more parties here than I expected to see. So please don't mind me matching your terms by bringing in these four unnecessary tag-alongs."
Was that just a thinly veiled threat, or was this old man actually this eccentric? The Hawkmon gave a chuckle, as the tamer pressed on. "Now, I think the exact words one of you said were, 'I am the one responsible for the recent changes you've seen in the fight against the Reaper'? I mean, unless you're all claiming to be my niece, I don't see why more than two of you are here."
... That was... damningly specific. The Hawkmon gave a small chuckle, hiding its beak behind its wing.
"Well, go on, I've no reason to start first."
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Post by Cross on Jun 21, 2019 1:48:22 GMT
"Fuck it~" Cross sighed out under their breath as they stepped forward brushing their ragged cape aside as they flicked the brim of their hat up with one glove finger to reveal softly glowing and coldly un-amused crimson eyes. Reaper eyes. Before they lifted their chin and smiled all blood and sharp teeth through stitched lips. "The name is Reaper-X," They began their form shifting the EV suit giving way with a scream of tearing energy as a signal like heated metal, death, and nails on chalkboard raked across the senses of the Digimon present as the Wizardmon's frame seemed to literally tear itself apart till one questioned whether it really had once been a Mon or perhaps never was. Revealing a twisted conflicting paradox of a data frame sealed around a gleaming blood red jewel of a core that spun seemingly shattering and remaking itself like a red star going super novel recorded on a scratchy old vhs tape which was stuck perpetually in a loop in a horrifying loop. Then the creature seemed to pull itself back together like an Agent blown apart by a cannon reforming itself with crimson fibers as the form suddenly had the first layers of data like flesh crawl over it's frame twisting and being tugged into place with black and white tendrils binding it like a chemical reaction in a blink of an eye as with a muted crimson flash suddenly a much taller Digimon stood in the female Wizardmon's place, the paradoxical signature of it's existence muting into something softer, but no less uncanny leaving one to question if what they had seen was truly real. Leaving only the female Baalmon, now eye level with Lee if just a touch more slight than the human before her should he choose to forgo his hunch and cane. "A pleasure to finally meet you face to face Uncle."
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Post by Carlos Rey on Jun 23, 2019 5:49:33 GMT
Ironically, the more outgoing and "friendly" the Makuramon acted, the more annoyed and wary Carlos got. Did he really want to meet the boss of a couple of Devas that were all too happy to open fire on a group without the slightest provocation? Not that they really had a choice anymore, specially since they had begrudgingly agreed on diplomacy.
And as it turned out, they were going to be forced into it regardless, as not a minute after the monkey dissapeared he was already back...accompanied by three of his Deva peers.
"...of course."
Finding themselves surrounded the twins slowly shifted around, positioning themselves to the sides of their tamer as they let out a low growl at the oppossing digimon, brandishing their metallic claws and being more than ready to dig into whoever decided to make a move against them. They could only hope Wizardmon's shield would at least keep the humans from harm, but that was probably wishful thinking.
But they weren't alone, as the alleged brains of the operation came along too, an old man that matched Holly's description. Even knowing what to expect in advance Carlos couldn't help but be just a bit surprised about seeing someone this old being this deep into the Digital World. You'd think someone that old wouldn't be the type of person that would like to hang around such a desolate place like the Dark Area, but really this whole situation had been all different kinds of bizarre so far, so expecting anything different at this point was probably a foolish thing to do.
Not that Carlos or anyone else had much of a chance to properly respond to really anything the man had to say, not even his incredibly specific mention of a niece. They didn't have the time to, as Cross was rather quick to respond to him in a rather interesting way. Reaper X...wasn't that the name of the person that had posted quite a bit of info on the D-Reaper on the TamerNet a good while ago?
But that didn't mattered. Not when she revealed the horrifying mishmash of malignant data hidden behind her ragged clothing, her screaming core, her very being going against what little the man and twins understood about digital life in general. Their minds could barely understand the downright insane sight in front of them, and for that they were almost grateful.
Carlos and Dio were equally disturbed yet fascinated by the macabre display, but Gio seemed specially agitated by this, claws digging deep into the ground, teeth grinding and growls growing in intensity as the mechanical beast seemed to be struggling with himself not to go into all fours like a scared cub.
Just what the hell they had gotten themselves into this time?
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Post by Ayaka and Coolmon on Jun 24, 2019 1:34:33 GMT
"...Thing is, you don't know where we live, though..." Coolmon mused, the lighter-colored Antylamon making a hmmm-noise. The kind facade of the monkey was actually a little irritating atop of being incredibly disingenuous. There was nothing that could possibly make Aya or Coolmon any bit enthused to meet whoever was commanding these...Devas.
As the rest of the other party made themselves known, the duo remained quite silent at the information that was given. There was a relation between this old coot and one of the members of their group, and...That man was certainly not anyone Aya had been related to. Nope.
And then the Wizardmon--the one that wasn't named Wizardmon, Cross, revealed herself to be...Reaper-X. Who was that? Neither of them knew. They were more focused on the -what.- Aya gazed on in horror as the Wizardmon essentially ripped herself apart and reassembled herself to digivolve into Baalmon, while Coolmon grasped her right shoulder--the same place Moeru had shot her so long ago in discomfort.
She was getting agitated, to put it lightly. And Aya herself had a face of actual horror. Coolmon finally spoke, after a long moment of silence.
"Who the hell are you? Both of you. WHAT the hell are you?"
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Post by Deleted on Jun 27, 2019 1:29:08 GMT
Holly didn't like this one bit.
The ease of approach, the way that they spoke. The way that it seemed all right that they attacked them beforehand. The strange conversation between the elderly human and a potential extreme threat to the group as a whole. Her defensive stature didn't change all too much and she found herself creating a little bit of distance between herself and the oncoming cluster of Deva like digimon.
The answer to her question made it even more bleeding apparent that something here was wrong. It sank deeper still and the meicrackmon bit her lower lip as the human started to speak to them. A pleasure to make their acquaintance? Her eyes narrowed lightly as she just got the wrong vibes from the way this guy talked.
Niece?
Wait so there was a conversation that happened before all of this? Where would that even... Holly stiffened lightly as she heard Cross speak, claiming to be... Wait who the heck was Reaper-X? Her face screwed up in confusion and when the wizardmon... Could you really even call that a digivolution? She'd visibly flinch and avert her eyes as the change occured. Honestly that was so mucked up, just... Just what had happened to this poor mon?
Holly's eyes flicked to her collective of uncles and she'd grit her teeth. They were losing too much ground here, they for the honest fact were going to be on the back foot now and there was nothing they could do about it. The question was how was the group going to deal with this gaggle of extremely dangerous, highly potential foes that they knew very little about outside of potentially being 'devas' and a sovereign?
In the short of it they'd have to fight really hard.
There was no long string, no thing they could tug to get themselves immediately out of danger. They were in the thick of it and had to face whatever came next after this conversation head on. Something that the meicrackmon didn't really like to think about.
They'll expect us to go for the old man first at the very least, so their protection will range around his safety I bet. Once that's secured they'll fight a little more freely... It's hard to tell if they have the upper hand or not; but they certainly hold more ground than Big sis does in Euchre...
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Post by D-Reaper Scout on Jun 27, 2019 2:39:56 GMT
The old man wouldn't have to wait long for his question to be answered.
The 'other' Wizardmon obliged almost immediately, both showing her red eyes and the rather grotesque form of her evolution. It was enough to make the Hawkmon recoil a bit in disgust, but the old man himself found his eyes light up with interest, almost in awe at that display of crimson data and dark ribbons. From the aether, a ragged-looking Baalmon finally lumbered into existence.
And at the declaration of the world 'uncle', he couldn't help but give a chuckle. "Well, I'll be."
"Boss, you sure-" The Makuramon's objection was silenced with a mere raise of the tamer's hand, the Hawkmon's expression growing decidedly more serious. The tone of the room quickly changed, the WarGrowlmon staring them down as his partners seemed flabbergasted, Antyalamon recoiling in horror, and the MeiCrackmon simply analyzing the group as a whole.
"Hm - they have no idea?" Looking towards Coolmon, the old man gave a small chuckle. "I honestly expected better of my niece. Dragging everyone out here without warning them of the dangers that might be ahead? But I'll tell you everything that Ms. X here would already know." He straightened his back, tapping his cane at his feet.
"I am Lee Masura, sole son of Dr. Lee, one of the Sovereign's tamers. The Baihumon, if you're interested, but that's of little importance. But to put it simply, you're looking at the inventor's son of, and supposed-heir to, the Digital World Stabilization Project - or as it ended up being known, the D-Reaper. Pity how that didn't work out."
At that declaration, the remaining Wizardmon's eyes lit up with interest, despite the Devas around them, as the Datamon shook his head. "So, honestly, what's the plan here? You came all this way out here for a chat?"
"If it was, my niece here's the one who decided to make it more than that. Hm... but to put it simply..." Lee mulled it over, as if considering the situation on the spot.
The Hawkmon picked up. "You've saved us quite a bit of time, as it is. Re-stabilizing the Dark Area's not as easy as it first sounds - we don't really have more to show for our efforts than this single orb." The Hawkmon tapped at the floating red ball with its wing, Lee returning a nod.
"Ah, yes, that matter. Though, really, you talk too much, Hawkmon." The bird gave a sigh, shaking his head as Lee returned his attention to the group.
"But its as he says: without a Sovereign, the Dark Area will simply continue to spiral away into nothing. But there's quite an easy way my niece here could help me out with that..."
Lee gave a small smile, the Devas tensing on the spot as their data signals gave a small spike.
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Post by Cross on Jun 27, 2019 6:05:14 GMT
The Baalmon glanced towards Coolmon with quiet consideration, "Once upon a time," They began softly.
"The Reaper sought to destroy the effigy's, but they were far flung and it's reach was not nearly so long. So in it's cunning it birthed a child to do it's bidding unaware that in doing so it had granted it's progeny a spark of it's own will and when it demanded it's offspring to complete it's work they questioned their purpose. The Reaper could not abide such questioning so in it's rage it tortured it's child intent on destroying that which it created, but the child survived." Cross explained crimson gaze sliding from the rabbit to the man before them and his Deva guards as they laid out their brief tale.
"However, it takes two being to create life. A Father. . .and a Mother. Because the Reapers child was the Reapers alone they were unstable. In pain. Their half existence agony so of the three gods of the four directions that remained the child went to them and wept. Crying out for their mercy that they might recognize that the sins of the Father are not the sins of the child." The Baalmon spoke as they held up a single finger to represent the first of the Sovereigns.
"The Tiger of the North however was impassive to the child's plight and averted their gaze. It was they the child had been tasked to destroy and they the child had spared and thus their kindness was repaid with inaction." Cross intoned before uncurling a second finger to add to her first.
"Then they ventured to the great Dragon of the West in his golden desert to plead for his wisdom that they might know peace through his mercy, but inaction was not enough for him. The Dragon looked upon the child with scorn and revulsion and saw only an enemy to be slain and lashed the child with whips of lightning and drove them from his realm like a storm made flesh," She murmured fingers twitching with the half-remembered phantom pain as they lifted a third finger.
"Finally as their Father's grip tightened upon the land his influence threatening to choke the life from the most verdant of realms like a noose tightening about ones neck the child found themselves before the last and final Sovereign hidden deep within their quiet glade. The child did not expect mercy from the great Turtle only indifference and scorn. Yet despite this the child turning their back upon the gods stood between them and their own Father in defiance resolving that if they were doomed to die they would die free even if it was in the defense of those who had only ever reviled them." The Baalmon spoke shifting slightly on their feet their gloves fingers closing around the crest half hidden within their robes the weight of the metal comforting in their grip.
"As the Digimon of the forest screamed out in horror and desperate prayer the great Turtle saw this and breathed life into the dying child. Sheering the threads of destiny in the process and unmaking them, bidding the child to become that which should not exist, to unwrite the fate that had been written making the child both the Reapers and their own and birthing a new god. . ." Cross explained voice trailing off for a moment their gleaming gaze going briefly unfocused as they lifted their sightless eyes towards the unseen stars.
"A god birthed from love and spite, peace and war, prophecy and luck. Xuanwumon and the Reaper together had created a god of Paradox. A being that could not, should not exit, but it did and for a single shining second it burned as bright as the sun itself and laid it's Father's allies low, but at a cost. Whole, but in agony, torn between life and death the newborn god degraded ripped apart by forces it was too young to control. Taking pity upon the abomination it and the Reaper had created Xuanwumon granted mercy to their child. Weaving their impossible core a frame of night and day sealing their and it's Father's terrible power within flesh breathed from miracles and binding them into as mortal a form as their fate would allow like the norse god Tyr bound Fenris with chains of the finest silk. From there the child wore many face and many names, but the one they wore above all others was the one known as Reaper-X." They concluded, inclining their head towards Coolmon upon the end of their tale their eyes settling upon their Uncle once more torn between wariness and amusement at his scolding.
"I wasn't exactly intending on bringing company Uncle, but I'm afraid I'm a little too valuable to my handlers to allow to wander off into the Dark Area alone," She explained her crimson gaze narrowing at Hawkmons words her form tensing minutely as the Deva's signal's spiked the sensation tugging at her own data causing it to give an answering ripple like a shiver crawling down ones spine.
"Perhaps you would enlighten us of your plan?" Cross questioned with a tilt of her head the Baalmon's third eye observing the Devas warily, "Because while I am inclined to help you'll find that should myself or my companions come to harm that I will be most uncooperative and unwilling to share the rather valuable information I've brought in trade." The female Demon Digimon explained before lifting one hand, allowing the flowing sleeves to fall away from their wrist to reveal a D-terminal strapped there it's screen steadily pulsing along to the Digimon's own heartbeat.
"And that there are certain individuals that will be most cross, pun intended, should I find myself in distress."
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Post by Ayaka and Coolmon on Jun 28, 2019 21:14:20 GMT
There was a lot to unpack here, all things considered. One, the Sovereign had tamers? ...That wasn't very far-fetched, even gods had to start out from somewhere, from what Aya knew of things. As Reape--No, Cross spoke, Coolmon listened. Though her face betrayed no real emotion towards the tale? It was pretty rousing. A paradoxical, god-like entity.
Huh.
As the signal of the Devas spiked, Coolmon moved to stand near Cross in a rather defensive position. "...Aya. Do the thing if they move." The rabbit instructed. The tamer, of course, nodded. Though fear was quite visible on her face? She knew precisely what she wished to do with this. "...I'll a-admit, I don't really understand most of this. I suspect that'll change as I learn. But whatever your plan may involve, I refuse to allow you to lay so much as a finger on...Reaper? Cross? Cross." Yes, let's go with that.
Aya did seem pretty resolute in her decision, too. And Coolmon was definitely dead-set on springing into action if the devas did.
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Post by Carlos Rey on Jun 28, 2019 23:33:32 GMT
Well, at least this so called Lee was polite enough to present himself and letting the group in on what he was doing...if they could really trust him, of course. And while Carlos could certainly agree with not wanting the Dark Area to get...even worse than it already was, this man's methods seemed just a bit off.
"Well if the Dark Area is going to collapse without a Sovereign then what, you're gonna make a new one or something?" The man shook his head, having somewhat recovered from the initial shock and trying his best to make sense of Lee's words.
That mostly answered one question, but that still left the obvious one regarding Cross, or rather Reaper X, one that Aya was quick to ask and the Baalmon was even quicker to respond.
The trio could only look on in cold, almost fearful silence as the Baalmon calmly answered the question in almost everyone's head: just what was she?
But...some parts of Cross's tale resonated within memories in the man's and neodevimon's mind. Right! That's why the Wizardmon was so familiar, weren't they around back when Calumon had shared his knowledge with the group that one time? Sovereigns and their tamers, the D-Reaper, this was all just part of the same tale that Calumon in the Library had shared with them all that time ago. Of how things had come to be this way.
Yet the details they got from this only helped answer few questions, while bringing up more and more. Too many to count. If only this had been any other situation, Carlos would have immediatelly tried to get more info out of the Baalmon. After all, in a way that's why he had taken this mission really, some sort of explanation or closure over all the events involving the D-Reaper crisis.
Alas, this was not the time to ask. And perhaps after hearing her side of the story, or more than likely hearing Aya's and Coolmon's take on this situation the dark skinned man had only a simple thing to say.
"Can't say I fully understand what's going on myself either, but...if your plan involves so much as harming a single strand of Cross' code or anyone else's then I can't guarantee your safety, old man." He said, thinly veiled poison and defiance dripping from his tone. And just to make things completely clear added, "And no, still not over that sneak shot."
With that? Dio quickly followed the rabbit's example and tensed his body into a defensive position, standing close to his tamer. Gio seemed reluctant at first, or at least still not completely convinced with completely siding with Cross...but as soon as the Devas' signatures spiked, even he knew who was the bigger threat right now. Turning his head to lock eyes in the ultimates' direction the wargrolwmon would slowly but surely rise back to his feet, still growling and somewhat hunched over as if ready to pounce at any second.
Now the only question was, if things were to escalate, who would take the first shot?
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Post by Deleted on Jun 28, 2019 23:49:08 GMT
Holly did not like this in the least bit.
She bit her lower lip and found herself backing away further from the group in front of them. Her eyes narrowing and sweeping across the group as a whole. She didn't care if cross didn't tell them the whole story, this was a job, this was a job that in fact paid well because it was vague.
Lee masura. The sole son of a Dr. Lee one of-
one of the Sovereign's tamers?
Her eyes narrowed further and the human claimed that their father was the tamer of Baihumon. Somehow that wasn't important, he had been the inventor of the Digital world stabilization project, the D-reapers. Stating that it was a pity how it didn't work out.
The meicrackmon's core picked up the pace a bit as the conversation seemed to take a nasty turn. Her defensive posture becoming slightly aggressive, her feet widening a bit, her form lowering itself closer to the ground.
Cross' story didn't do much to ease the nature of holly's stance. In fact if anything it put forward that a lot had gone into this, a lot of suffering, pain, love, hate, a whole spectrum of frustrated emotions and a larger question of simply 'why'.
That and the meicrackmon knew the story of Tyr's binding of fenris. She knew the pantheon's of gods that humans once worshiped, not because of her own choice to study that material but more so the curiosity of those that came and went of the digital world. And those that they held dear in the past.
It helped her understand them a little better even if humans were largely an enigma to the meicrackmon. The Baalmon had a good point about going here alone, and the whole ending portion of Cross' questions and statements made it painfully obvious to holly that a fight was inbound.
Her uncles seemed to take the same sort of stance as the coolmon, herself and even further it seemed to her that they would likely end up in a close quarters brawl. The meicrackmon's eyes narrowed and locked onto the hawkmon. To her, he was the largest unknown. The largest potential threat. But the others, the others were strong too, so the question was...
Who was going to fight who? If that was even the case. At what level were they going to be forced to fight? If it was ultimate this would dreg on, if it was mega well... Holly had the least amount of practice in that form and it wasn't actually a solid fighter, it was something that focused on healing instead.
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