[Plot] A Golden Week to Remember [Group B]
Aug 27, 2019 17:45:42 GMT
Post by Cion on Aug 27, 2019 17:45:42 GMT
"Yet you do not heed your own advice?" Cion questioned Maria with absolute composure as not even a shred of aggression tainted her voice and stance anymore. For all she knew, the fair-haired woman was an irascible hypocrite who was wrongly put into a position of power and authority. There was no reason in her deeds, not to mention in the lack of them.
Had she done anything to bring the situation under control? Was there any attempt by her to save the reporter? No... she was one of uncountable who stood idly by and judged, pretending to occupy the moral high ground. And once those who had acted reached out a hand to her, she bit it like a ravenous shark. How the cherished lady Tiger could possibly associated with such a crass greenhorn was beyond her. Did DATS function properly to begin with? A curiosity...
And as to be expected, the nescient agent misunderstood her evaluation of the barrier they had to overcome. Relatively speaking, of course it was a powerful obstacle to surmount - but it was the conjuration of a mere Ultimate. There was a heavy limit to the amount of damage it was capable of sustaining, especially when suffering a concentrated assault. The likelihood of additional effects was also slim, hence there used to be a good chance to tear it down by joining forces. However... that evidently mattered no more.
"You underestimate the resilience of this lad. Naturally, I do not want to know harm imposed on him, but neither do I seek his potential exitus against a freshly revitalized opponent. He'd understand, and my abilities to heal would have mended his injuries. Besides, it's unlikely that Matadrmon would not have been affected. As for the hostage before, I certainly would have guarded her." She responded kindly and with restrained confidence in herself. The officer's childish attempts of imposing submission through a depiction of worst case scenarios did not yield fruit against the vulpine sentinel.
Listening to the continued, preposterous ramblings of the unfortunately digi-destined, the CyberSagitamon did not find the strength to shake her head in dismay. It was utterly ridiculous to suddenly blame every detriment suffered on her - though then again, what else did she expect. Judges are seldom participants. "Regrettably, I do not possess telepathy. Everything was intuitive decision-making to achieve a victory. Sharing the plan with the enemies is foolish, correct? You know the answers, so don't feign naivity."
Despite exasperation setting in, Cion had vowed to the partner of Jiro to cease any hostile actions and simply await the results of this endeavor. She did not break this vow, regardless of how impertinent her verbal rival was towards her. Just as she had anticipated, the female's conclusion was equally starry-eyed and insolent, but as a gentlewoman she had to stand above arrogations. "You misconstrue me, ma'am. Disagreeable to hear... but as expected. We are not acquainted with each other adequately."
"Renown is unimportant - solely accomplishments matter. These can be attained through might, which I indeed take pride in for having amassed. Yet boasting is beneath me. As for my intentions, I'd like nothing more than everlasting peace and co-existence for everyone, but that goal is unfortunately highly improbable - as is perfection. Still I strive for both with each passing day. Can you claim such proactivity?" The silver fox calmly explained herself and voiced her inquisitiveness. For someone who talked so righteous, was there actually righteousness in her soul?
Sighing, it was a given that she not receive a response. Thankfully, seeing young Mr. Akiyama save and the adversary vanquished sufficed as a reward. It was a shame this disaster had occurred in the first place, but in the end everything went alright. Folding her arms, her aureate gaze shifted with a smile to the mighty boy who had conquered his dangerous challenge. "A pleasure helping you. And call it testing the waters... the Matadrmon was unpredictable, and it hearing us... probably not a good idea. But I agree... life is quite gray. Still, innocent lives were at stake... something had to be done."
Yet who actually desired to do anything? Finding herself alone, the conclusion was that few did. It was easier for most to run and replace the pain with something numb. Urgh... what a terrible afternoon...
Had she done anything to bring the situation under control? Was there any attempt by her to save the reporter? No... she was one of uncountable who stood idly by and judged, pretending to occupy the moral high ground. And once those who had acted reached out a hand to her, she bit it like a ravenous shark. How the cherished lady Tiger could possibly associated with such a crass greenhorn was beyond her. Did DATS function properly to begin with? A curiosity...
And as to be expected, the nescient agent misunderstood her evaluation of the barrier they had to overcome. Relatively speaking, of course it was a powerful obstacle to surmount - but it was the conjuration of a mere Ultimate. There was a heavy limit to the amount of damage it was capable of sustaining, especially when suffering a concentrated assault. The likelihood of additional effects was also slim, hence there used to be a good chance to tear it down by joining forces. However... that evidently mattered no more.
"You underestimate the resilience of this lad. Naturally, I do not want to know harm imposed on him, but neither do I seek his potential exitus against a freshly revitalized opponent. He'd understand, and my abilities to heal would have mended his injuries. Besides, it's unlikely that Matadrmon would not have been affected. As for the hostage before, I certainly would have guarded her." She responded kindly and with restrained confidence in herself. The officer's childish attempts of imposing submission through a depiction of worst case scenarios did not yield fruit against the vulpine sentinel.
Listening to the continued, preposterous ramblings of the unfortunately digi-destined, the CyberSagitamon did not find the strength to shake her head in dismay. It was utterly ridiculous to suddenly blame every detriment suffered on her - though then again, what else did she expect. Judges are seldom participants. "Regrettably, I do not possess telepathy. Everything was intuitive decision-making to achieve a victory. Sharing the plan with the enemies is foolish, correct? You know the answers, so don't feign naivity."
Despite exasperation setting in, Cion had vowed to the partner of Jiro to cease any hostile actions and simply await the results of this endeavor. She did not break this vow, regardless of how impertinent her verbal rival was towards her. Just as she had anticipated, the female's conclusion was equally starry-eyed and insolent, but as a gentlewoman she had to stand above arrogations. "You misconstrue me, ma'am. Disagreeable to hear... but as expected. We are not acquainted with each other adequately."
"Renown is unimportant - solely accomplishments matter. These can be attained through might, which I indeed take pride in for having amassed. Yet boasting is beneath me. As for my intentions, I'd like nothing more than everlasting peace and co-existence for everyone, but that goal is unfortunately highly improbable - as is perfection. Still I strive for both with each passing day. Can you claim such proactivity?" The silver fox calmly explained herself and voiced her inquisitiveness. For someone who talked so righteous, was there actually righteousness in her soul?
Sighing, it was a given that she not receive a response. Thankfully, seeing young Mr. Akiyama save and the adversary vanquished sufficed as a reward. It was a shame this disaster had occurred in the first place, but in the end everything went alright. Folding her arms, her aureate gaze shifted with a smile to the mighty boy who had conquered his dangerous challenge. "A pleasure helping you. And call it testing the waters... the Matadrmon was unpredictable, and it hearing us... probably not a good idea. But I agree... life is quite gray. Still, innocent lives were at stake... something had to be done."
Yet who actually desired to do anything? Finding herself alone, the conclusion was that few did. It was easier for most to run and replace the pain with something numb. Urgh... what a terrible afternoon...
