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Post by Deleted on Jul 12, 2019 17:00:34 GMT
All of a week later...
It was yet again another peaceful night in the village.
A peaceful night, a peaceful day. This place was always heavenly in comparison to the rest of the world. Yes it held it's fair share of problems one way or another, from meicoomon's to attacks well... The village was always the start of something, bad or good.
But in the end it was always peaceful, the blossoms of the trees raining down as spring touched the lips of this place. Brushing over it gently as though one would a lover. The children playing through the varied locations, humming, singing, learning, rough-housing... Whatever they usually did. However they usually did.
Then there was a pulse.
Normally when a mon died and came back there was a small ripple as they either held very little of themselves from their previous incarnation or they were just filtering into the egg they had 'chosen'.
This pulse however was all of the signal coming back at once. At night which allowed the various swanmon's to see the egg that formed from this pulse. It was bright enough to where they had to shield their eyes from it and scoot away some of the more curious children.
With caution they approached this new arrival, murmurs and mumbling conversations taking place among the various swanmon's. This egg stood out from the rest without a doubt. It's pure white shell and the texture itself was beyond smooth. The gentle aura that rained down around it held some kind of calming effect they couldn't explain. It took maybe five... ten minutes at the most before the digital text started to scrawl out from a center.
A seven pronged key and four appropriate seals. The swanmon's all shared confused looks. Three of the symbols they recognized, dragon, sword, space. They often held meaning elsewhere but the last was an unknown. Just what was silence of all things? They pondered and talked among themselves; some of them believed they needed to watch this one a little more carefully while others stated they shouldn't treat it any differently.
Elsewhere, slightly above the walls four observers stood. They were guards of their respective cities, an angel from luminas, a diver from whitewater, a robot from terminus and a 'mechanic' from rustport. They bickered among themselves who should take the egg if no one came for it. Of course this didn't last for too long as the swanmon's reminded them kindly that if the egg took too long to hatch that they wouldn't be allowed to take it at all...
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Post by Cross on Jul 12, 2019 18:13:13 GMT
"Enough!" A voice boomed out from above in a tone that brooked no argument and promised divine punishment upon any that sought to bicker as a small glowing figure descended from the clouds. Their pale form, wings spread and aflame with glowing gold and red light, alighting just above the egg. Where they hovered protectively and demanded with a burning gaze that those around them yield. "I. SOLARIMON. CLAIM THIS EGG OF MY FALLEN FOLLOWER. DO. YOU. CONTEST?"
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Post by Deleted on Jul 12, 2019 18:25:21 GMT
The voice cut clear across the glade, the swanmon's murmers halted and their faces paled. The bickering of the four representives fell to the wayside and all but one would back away from the approaching digimon. The three shared a glance and the angel of luminas crossed his arms. Eyes narrowing underneath his helmeted head. He hadn't heard of this one before. A follower of what now?
"Never heard of you. But the skies require some sort of boon. This one is strong; could be an excellent guard or general given enough time. Why should you have it? If they were a follower of yours then you should of done better to keep them safe."
The swanmon behind the four sighed softly and just shook her head, padding away from the group as a whole. She didn't need to stick around, they already knew who would end up walking away from this with the egg in tow. People with claims and the like always had first priority. If this one was a follower of some angel cult well...
"We don't really need to fight about this... we all know the protocol."
The divermon would be the one to speak up after the angel, his voice was meek and tender compared to the 'Solarimon' or the angel. The champion tier angel scowled a bit and dragged his helmet down with a tsk. The mechanic and robot shared a glance before shrugging lightly. They didn't have a problem backing off, worse come to worse they'd just make some automata to do what they had planned with whoever they grabbed from here.
Collectively the hushed murmurs of the swanmon's started back up and a few of them scampered off. They weren't going to deal with this directly but they were darned sure to shoosh away the children and move some eggs justt in case something got nasty...
"What are you going to do with the egg then 'Solarimon'? Bring it back to your following that we've never heard of or something? This egg could do some real good elsewhere."
Collectively there was a sigh from the other representives and the one swanmon sort of hovering near the egg, unsure if they should move it out of the way or just... get a box ready for the darned thing!
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Post by Cross on Jul 12, 2019 19:05:14 GMT
Every second she was here arguing with this angel was one more second she was not at home. One more second she was away from her own egg. Away from her mourning brother. Away from her crying nieces. One more second she was away from her hurting family who had been waiting on pins and needles in agony for this moment. Waiting for their Mother's egg to appear with the silent fear of 'what if it doesn't?' Waiting to deal with the stranger that would inevitably hatch from within it. Her family was hurting and this angel had the gal to demand a boon from her when she had burned the corruption from his skies with guile and fire, had died to save this forest, this village, the world Luminas had failed to protect. The world Neo-Luminas was not yet able to defend. Staring down at this angel with burning eyes the Doctor felt something inside her *snap*. The weight of the data signal that bore down was heavy, paradoxical in it's nature as the world seemed to tilt on it's axis, the Lucemon's form going fuzzy like static as another being seemed to snap into it's place like a coiled rubberband. The small winged digimon there one moment, then gone, it's shell unraveling temporarily to reveal the madness within as the looming giant of gold armor and flaming steel with a thousand swords for feathers in it's gleaming white and steel wings stared down at the angel. "I believe I have granted your city boons enough." They spoke blood dripping from those crimson eyes, the crest for sacrifice hanging about their neck from a golden chain, the god that should not be suspended briefly in it's existence of life and death, dying and rebirth. Before their smaller frame snapped back into place and the Lucemon stared down at them once more weeping tears of blood, their form fizzing with static as they stared down the angel imperiously.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 12, 2019 19:13:19 GMT
The angel didn't know what he had done, nor what he would be getting himself into. The arms crossed, the tempered responses it had. The other representatives mostly scooting away from the fellow. But then of course came the weight of the data, the surprised change. The angel took a single step back, eyes widening slightly under the mask.
Boons enough?
Wait was this the... The angel gritted it's teeth and simply just gave a nod. There had been reports of what had happened in the forest. What had occured, a lot of speculation at the time and if this one was connected to that one there... well they shouldn't stand in the way. Grumpily the angel stood off to one side. Crossing his arms. The others taking a moment to stare at the white egg with those soft blue marks.
It was a swanmon that approached next, somewhat hushed in speak and movements. It not looking at the Lucemon as it spoke to them. Not wanting to get on the bad side of someone that... well didn't quite make sense in a data scale.
"Do you need a box for your... egg or?"
It already had one in it's hands, a soft blanket lining the bottom and the lid easily place able on the top of it via a hinge. They had after all protocols to follow and they would... If giving this egg would get this problem out of their hair as well as the egg having a place for it, a proper place for it well... They wouldn't argue. That and they'd rather not have another fight on their hands so soon.
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Post by Cross on Jul 12, 2019 19:40:33 GMT
The Lucemon did not shift their stare, not until the angel had bowed their head and broken eye contact, and moving away from the egg that was all that remained of K. Only then did they relax, their shoulders and stance loosening, but no less capable of violence as they turned to the Swanmon.
"Thank you," They rasped voice raw from blood and steel and the process of settling into the wrongness of their own skin that both was and was not them, "A box would be nice." They murmured shifting back just enough to allow the Swanmon access to the egg as their gaze raked over the village for the first time and hopefully, though doubtful, the last.
"It's good to see what I died for," They whispered in soft stilted sentences, their voice slowly growing stronger. "This place...it was worth it." The Lucemon assured them and despite the bloody tears and the redness to their smile the words they directed at the Swanmon were sincere as she took the boxed egg from them and into their arms.
Only pausing before they took flight to turn to the angel once more. With a flap of their many wings they were before them, one pale small hand reaching out to grasp the beings chin and tilt it up to meet their gaze. "Neo-Luminas exists to protect the denizens of the digital world. ALL it's Denizens. Not to rule them. Not to enslave them. Not to recruit them as child soldiers and teach them a rhetoric of hate." She spoke voice firm as she stroked her thumb lightly over the Angemon's cheek those gleaming crimson eyes seeming to peer into the depths of his soul.
"You are not dead. So you must be one of the old guard left untainted and for that I entrust you with a message. Luminas forgot their purpose and they burned for it. Tell Neo-Luminas that they have my blessing, but that they must. not. forget." The Lucemon murmured voice low as they smiled sharp and sweet, leaning in to press a burning kiss to the forehead of Angemon's faceplate.
"I'll be watching. . ." and with a beat of their wings the Lucemon was gone. Taking off once more into the skies.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 12, 2019 19:50:47 GMT
The angemon shifted a touch nervously at the thanks it was given; though the swanmon didn't seem to react too poorly at the interactions in front of it. It'd carefully scoop the egg up and place it in the box; before latching the top shut after making sure the egg was settled in nicely. Before quickly scampering off, it's job done it wanted to get out of the way of... well whatever this was.
The angemon looked somewhat confused as the other angel spoke. Worth it? Died for? Yes this definitely was what he read in the reports. He'd grit his teeth lightly and as his chin was tilted up he'd stare quietly at the other. Silence was all that greeted her as she spoke to him.
Though she was correct that he was one of the old guards left untainted, one of the very few really. They had to double up on a lot of things and this was no exception. He'd shift nervously as the other murmered to him, then that burning kiss to his forehead that made the angel flinch.
"Tch... they're not going to like this..."
He'd mumble quietly watching the other angel leave. He'd turn about and rub at the location that the other had kissed feeling somewhat out of sorts. Honestly what was he going to say? Maybe at least he could get someone from here to come along with him...
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Post by Cross on Jul 12, 2019 20:09:33 GMT
The Angemon would have all the proof he would need in the next moments prior as Cas carefully tucked her crest into the folds of her toga as she flew. Making for a good distance away before she'd land and shift back to her normal form of Wizardmon, the process painful and leaving her feeling extra raw after her snap evolution as she staggered. Rapidly jamming a button on her D-terminal to open a gate as she limped through, box tucked under her arm.
"I'm back~" She rasped out as the portal closed behind her. Leaving her to lean weakly against one of the bases metal walls as she waited for the world to stop spinning.
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Post by Metal Drive on Jul 12, 2019 20:46:50 GMT
'I'm back'.
Back, from one of the honestly riskiest things that Cassandra had ever dared to pull off, but back nonetheless. The air in the base wasn't an uncommon one: Demon was out on patrol in Tenebrous proper, Denryu was in the back working on Metal Drive's books, and Volt was elsewhere in the base working on the new wiring for the sterile lab.
This left Angel to greet her, flicking open to another page of the Terminus News. With a flick of her ear, she looked over her shoulder, seeing the Wizardmon return with that box - a massive and obvious signal radiating from that container.
She gave a sigh, folded the paper shut, and stood up, stretching her arms. "And like that she's not in the hands of Primary Village's system. Not that I'm disagreeing with how you handled it," really, this egg was best not tied to any town in particular, "but what's your plan from here? We don't even know if she'll have any sense of direction of what to do once she hatches."
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Post by Deleted on Jul 12, 2019 20:53:30 GMT
Two simple words.
Honestly what more could you say from an escapade like that? The egg sat nicely in that box, radiating that obvious and somewhat obnoxious signal in comparison to what it should. Perhaps it was just incubating or perhaps it was close to hatching even though it had just formed recently. It wasn't something that could be immediately told.
But the calm gentle aura that seemed to permeate the area around the egg didn't even change now that they were in a completely different location. As if whatever was within it was comfortable here, even though it had never been to this location in it's prior life. There had been a few times she had considered coming down here...
And angel was fairly correct, it was better if she stayed out of the hands of any of those villages. After all what would they do with the one that would come from it? Experiment on it? Test it? Make it a guard? A general? Some kind of politician? There was a wierd congo list of things people could do with them.
There was one thing that was obvious however, the moment that the renamon addressed the 'egg' and such even in passing. It knew that it was being talked about as the gentle aura seemed to grow a touch more curious if anything...
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Post by Cross on Jul 12, 2019 21:08:33 GMT
"Give me. . ." Cas mumbled slumping to the floor as she rested her head atop the box situated between her legs, "Give me like five minutes here Angel," She slurred closing her eyes, "I think I broke my everything." Cas muttered face down on the box as she let out a groan as the egg's signal pulsed.
Literally pulsed.
The sheer radiance of it searing across her senses leaving the poor digital abomination seeing stars and with a gradually worsening migraine. "Oh fuck I think I need some advil or something." She mumbled gradually pushing the box away from her to let herself flop down onto the cool metal floor.
"Either way the egg belongs with her family. I've given Mikemon multiple options of where to take it. Somewhere preferably isolated and hard to find where she can hatch in peace and they can get to know each other and decide if they still want to be a family. Preferably without every random faction trying to manipulate and fuck them over. K deserves the chance to decide for herself without any pressure in this delicate time and Mikemon deserves the chance to know the digimon his wife has become." The Wizardmon spoke, voice muffled from where she lay on the floor as she said her piece. Finally falling silent after a moment, her breath evening out though it was unsure if the lack of light was easing her headache or if Cas had honestly just passed out.
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Post by Metal Drive on Jul 12, 2019 21:28:19 GMT
"First time going Super Mega by yourself?"
Angel honestly gave a chuckle - and seeing that shaky body handle that box, she moved up, carefully took it, and set it on the table in front of her, not wanting anything careless to happen to it. The pulse of her data signal did catch her attention, but honestly, K was a weird Digimon.
That her egg pulled this sort of stuff didn't surprise her in the slightest. The fox's ear gave a small twitch to Cassandra's reasoning. "Hm... well, over the last week, I think he did make up his mind." Angel sat back, looking at that sheer white egg, tapping her finger against the side of the chair. "He said it would be cruel to just force her right back in with the family. His intent was to... well, just leave the egg a bit outside of Rosewood. Where the growth started to overtake the fox's old inn."
Angel gave a blink, not entirely understanding it herself. "Something about... letting her choose how to lead her life, I guess."
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Post by Deleted on Jul 12, 2019 21:35:11 GMT
Was she really a weird digimon?
Ins cope of things yes; absolutely. But then again just how many went through the things that she did? To also be fair, in the same vein her opposite also had been through things others could never dream of. The weight on the box shifted the egg slightly inside of it, the curiosity wavered for a moment and eventually just returned to the calm... if not somewhat gentle aura.
K? Was that her name? No. That didn't sound quite right... The egg had to ponder this. Wonder this. What did sound right? Somewhere isolated to learn herself? With whoever this mikemon was? Confusion again.
Then another voice, something about super mega. What was a super mega? What was it to live as a super mega? The egg once out in the open was exuding that aura a lot better than before, as the box was designed to muffle signals just a wee bit. It sat there, as eggs do. Simply waiting.
Though the idea of getting forced with a family didn't sit right with it, but... leaving the egg outside of rosewood? On it's own? The old inn? Confusion again. Was she a fox? Something about letting her lead her own life. Again. Confusion.
Just what kind of life did she live and just what were these people here deciding what to do with her? But they seemed to be on the right track of things, softness. Gentleness. Even if they seemed to care for she before, did they care for the her of the now or the future? Obviously if they let her choose...
Another pulse and those symbols made their way over the surface again. That seven pronged key. Those four smaller symbols that wrapped around the surface. It was definitely K in every sense of power or poise, if not something greater than what she was before. But yet she was something even less than before...
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Post by Cross on Jul 12, 2019 21:46:05 GMT
"I thought her inn was in Snowflake village?" Cas asked with a mumble, barely twitching as the signal of the egg washed over them only to lay still and silent. An aura of annoyance rising from the downed Wizardmon at Angel's words.
"Angel...could you please go get my Brother for me? We need to have a short conversation." She requests voice polite despite the fact she was working to roll over onto her side and pull off a boot.
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Post by Dr. Mikemon on Jul 12, 2019 21:50:51 GMT
"No, that was the place where she was adopted and raised before the inn. I... think."
Didn't really matter in the grand scheme of things. Both that home and the inn was gone, and it seemed that Cassandra didn't quite agree with Mikemon's wishes. Per her request, Angel shot the cat a text - and summarily left the room, not wanting to tangle herself in this conversation.
A portal opened soon after, and Mikemon with a sigh, would step his way inside, giving a nod towards the Wizardmon - eyes flicking briefly to the egg on the table. "Glad that part went without a hitch. But based on the tone, I... guess you heard my plan for how to handle this egg?"
Oof. This might be a touch sensitive to explain.
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