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Taking Up The Black - Demon Lords 2F
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Post by Bonetrousled? on Sept 11, 2019 0:09:41 GMT
Generally, transport to and from raids against the Demon Lords was fairly simple. A warm, inviting keyhole flooded with holy light would appear, patiently waiting for the chosen party to step into it. From there, they'd be dropped off at the site of their objective, a safe distance away from any demonic forces that would bode them ill will. It was no more complicated than stepping through a door, really. This was the standard of travel most participants in the war against the Demon Lords could expect.
GranDracmon did things a little differently.
As soon as Archon, Carrie, and Hasenya accepted his offer, wherever they were, a bat touched down on their head. Then another. And another, and another, and another. Soon they would be swarmed from head to toe in bats, albeit unnaturally quiet and docile ones. Only when there wasn't a square inch of bare skin remaining would the bats finally separate, flying away in thick, black clouds.
Wherever Archon, Carrie, and Hasenya were before, they'd be in the Dark Area now. It was a nice, isolated corner of the Digital World. The scattered ruins of a particularly lovely town offered shelter from the blood-red liquid that rained down this afternoon. Even from this distance Daemon's fortress, the Icon of Sin, dominated the skyline. GranDracmon himself held a tiny umbrella over his head to keep the bloody rain at bay, leaning down to get a good look at his charges for today. "Oh my, let's see what we have here," he crooned, the crest on his head narrowing as if he were squinting. "Quite the diverse bunch we have here. I guess I have to give Razzle Dazzle some credit. What she lacks in power, she sure makes up for in networking. I'm almost jealous.
Now, let me get you all prepared. If you're going to escape Daemon's notice, you'll need to be more than just dark. You'll need to be demonic. Fortunately, I'd like to consider myself a generous soul. I'll be parting with a little bit of my own power to share with you all today." He raised back up to his full height, then extended a palm outwards. A swarm of loyal bats flitted up to his hands, swirling around each other like a miniature tornado. He clenched his fist around them mercilessly, then unfurled it to reveal a comically large syringe. "I do hope none of you are afraid of needles. Once you've had my little treatment, it won't be a far walk to the Icon. Daemon's gatekeeper should be all too happy to usher you in. And as for me?"
A predatory grin spread across Daemon's face. Were the shark-like maws on his hips drooling, or was that just a trick of the light? "Daemon would never let me in his little clubhouse. But I can make my own fun.
Any questions, my dear minions?"
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Post by Archon on Sept 11, 2019 12:48:42 GMT
Archon the BlackVeemon wasn't entirely sure why he had taken up the offer that had been given to him by this unknown entity. After all, he was living a good life in Rosewood, minding his own business, learning how to get by on the civil side of the digital world. Heck, he even had a romantic partner in all that, whom he loved dearly, but... there was something about this call that appealed to him deep down.
Archon had been born and raised in the Dark Area after all. He remembered fragments of memories of being a courier of sorts, but somehow all that had led him to being thrown out to sea and left for dead. He had little memories of that time, but, when he heard of recruiting for a mission in which he could infiltrate a major establishment in the Dark Area to thwart the evil deeds of some big-wig, well, he took it up. Probably against his better judgement, but, maybe there was something more about this job that Archon could use.
Still, the method of transport took him by surprise. Teleportation by bat was disturbing. It tickled in all the wrong ways. But, eventually, Archon arrived in front of the client in his agreement. The BlackVeemon trembled a little, given he was faced with a Mega level immediately, but, relaxed a little when he spoke in terms of the agreement. He seemed legitimate in this.
First, they would have to be prepared. Being "dark" alone wouldn't help it seemed, that they would have to be demonic as well. Archon tried to react bravely, but he physically flinched at the fact that it would involve a large needle.
Yet, it seemed that would be the only way that Archon would be allowed to pass through the security in this fortress, so, he supposed it was inevitable.
For a moment, he looked at the others involved here. One was a pink and white furred Renamon, the other was a Gotsumon? He thought, his vision was a little blurred. But for the moment he was focused on GranDracmon, who was now open to answering questions.
"Uhh... right." Archon answered, gathering his wits here, wanting to know a few things about his mission here. "First question. What's our overall goal here - what sort of things should we be looking out for? Secondly, do you know how we should act without raising suspicion?"
Once Archon knew what the part was, he felt confident about acting it.
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Post by carrie on Sept 11, 2019 14:51:47 GMT
Carrie was at first, confused by the message of help sent by her digivice. She hadn't been in the digital world for a long time, and didn't particularly care for it, but summer vacation was almost done, and she may as well go somewhere instead of staying home doing nothing. The two voices in her head telling her she needed to help them was also a large worrying factor for her. Eventually they ground her down, and she went to the digital world. She asked around for people to help her figure things out, but the digimon and other humans were busy with other things, and those who were willing to help had no clue what to do to help.
Eventually, Carrie just got herself a hotel room to spend the night in so she could spend the next day touring the exotic land. Imagine her surprise when she was suddenly swarmed by bats as she brushed her teeth in the shower. Panicking, she grabbed her digivice and quickly scanned herself to a gotsumon, the bats adjusting accordingly. Arriving in front of the mansion, the Gotsumon and figures in Carrie's head were still a bit dazed and confused to hear GranDracmon's explanation.
"I... oooh, where am I?" Carrie asked, shaking her head. "Am I dreaming?"
I wish, we're in the dark area hon. I told you following that SOS was a bad idea... The gotsumon lied in her head, Carrie reached for a towel or bathrobe that was no longer there, grabbing the renamon's paw and wiping off the water from her shower. With her eyes cleared she quickly realized the faux pax and backed away.
"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry! I just got out of the shower an-" Then she saw the giant needle and GranDracmon himself and clammed up.
I ain't his minion... Gotsumon thought to herself.
Taking control of the body from the other two, Darcmon glared at the digimon, having actually heard most of his explination.
"I do not usually work with mon like you." She said, gesturing grandly. Her voice was deeper and more stern than Carrie's, but not the gravelly smoker's voice of Gotsumon. "But if She trusts you, so must I." She took a knee while Carrie and Gotsumon still panicked and grew mad.
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Post by Hasenya on Sept 11, 2019 20:05:59 GMT
Hasenya had waited too long for an opportunity like this to come to her. Sure, she never would have anticipated that it would come from a place so.. important? They weren't sure what to think of it really, and it didn't matter to her. It was her first important mission ever and she wouldn't screw it up, even if the guy who was briefing them seemed really shady and had uncomfortable means of getting people to places.
This would be her first time to the Dark Area. Immediately she wasn't a fan of it, the air felt different to her, almost awkward to breathe. The blood red liquid coming down from the sky didn't help much to ease her into the new environment, but if she could casually walk up Terabyte Mountain unbothered by the cold, then this had to be nothing if not just a bit disturbing.
The renamon opened her mouth to ask what the heck a Razzle Dazzle was when she felt something grab her paw. Initially she thought of Mae, though logically she knew that Keramon was nowhere even near to them at the moment and something felt odd here. She looked over to where her paw had been pulled away to and just sort of stared blankly at Carrie, and then pulling her paw away. Rather than be offended by the obvious goof, the fox simply sighed and brought her paw up to her own face. They took a nice deep breath and then forcefully blew hot air at their paw. Who even needs to own a hair dryer?
"Don't even worry about it." Hasenya finally responded, just before Dracmon pulled out that oversized needle the fox immediately wasn't a fan of. If nothing else it was a perfect way to pull attention away from an awkward situation. "If you're gonna go sticking that in me the reward for all this had better be really good." She wanted to say something a bit more specific, though Mae wasn't around to make that joke worth it. "What's it even gonna do specifically? Will we still be.. us?"
She thought Carrie's behavior was a bit odd though expected of someone who was obviously just waking up, and she didn't know what to think of Archon at this point other than that "they were asking the right questions", but at least both didn't seem like they were going to be jerks during the mission.
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Post by Bonetrousled? on Sept 11, 2019 23:21:34 GMT
"Straight and to the point. I like that," GranDracmon said, turning his attention to Archon first and foremost. Whereas everyone seemed rattled by their rather sudden means of transportation and the environment they had landed in, he was quick to get his head back in the game. Frankly, the more dangerous Digital World could be unkind to those who hesitated. Having someone as on the ball as Archon in the group would be a huge boon. "Now, what to look out for? Oh, the usual. Nefarious schemes, hidden superweapons, directions as to where Daemon might try to aim his forces next. I'd love to know everything he hates about his brethren, too. If he's the glue holding all of this together, watching it fall apart by his own hand would be oh-so-satisfying~.
As for how to blend in? Well, really, that depends on where you're going. Lustful, greedy, prideful . . . really, its a sinful free-for-all over in the Icon. Just how the Demon Lords like it. And they even have the courtesy to color code themselves every incarnation. It's adorable, when you think about it, and oh-so-convenient for knowing your decorum."
Speaking of decorum, the nervous looking rock monster quickly switched forms to an angel woman. GranDracmon raised a brow bridge in confusion and intrigue as the angel woman knelt down before him. "I like this one. Can I keep her when we're done?" he asked, laughing in the wake of that statement. It seemed GranDracmon kept a good sense of humor, even on a mission like this! Or, at least, it was hopefully humor.
His laughter only deepened as Hasenya questioned the syringe. "Oh, I promise you," he crooned. "I'll make this oh-so-worth your while~. But, for now, I believe we all have our jobs to do." He looked the syringe up and down, giving it a little flick. "I can't say I'm entirely sure what effect this will have. Perhaps just a darkening of the fur. Maybe some increased aggression. Perhaps you'll even become as handsome as I am! But I can at least say that it'll be out of your system in, oh, less than a day, give or take. Your bodies simply can't handle my data for much longer, after all, so it'll pass through harmlessly." Wait, was that why GranDracmon only wanted weak Digimon on this mission? How selfish!
"Now, sit still. Squirm too much, and who knows how the data will react?" With that, GranDracmon snapped his fingers and broke into a swarm of bats. The swarm passed over each of the chosen Digimon, giving them a prick in the arm one by one. After making his rounds GranDracmon reformed, holding a now empty syringe and watching the results with intrigue in his eyes.
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Post by Archon on Sept 13, 2019 11:11:17 GMT
Archon blinked at what was going on with the Gotsumon, who then transformed into a D'Arcmon. The BlackVeemon resigned to thinking that this was a phenomenon of a spirit user. That put his mind at ease for the time being. If they were going to infiltrate Daemon's fortress, surely humans would not be allowed. But, a human spirit user... maybe that would be enough to hoodwink most of the opposition ahead?
Archon then looked at the pink Renamon, who asked what the injection would do to them. He realized he'd rather like to know the answer to that question as well, so he listened to the GranDracmon carefully.
"Alright, so, our first objective is to secure any intelligence we can about Daemon's plans?" he answered, rubbing his smooth white chin. Yeah... he thought he could do that. Just act the part of some dull henchmon, ask his superiors about some of their schemes, appeal to their egos, he hoped he could pull something like that off. Ordinarily Archon would keep his hands clean of things like this, but, if this faction was threatening the first life he had come to care for, he wanted to fight back.
Then, GranDracmon told them that they should emphasize the sin of the place they were entering. Archon thought he could do that well enough, there were enough thoughts within about how he was raised that gave him experience in all of the seven. But, it seemed, he had to be careful which one. Perhaps Lust? For a moment, Archon thought he might be able to use powers of seduction to get his way, but, maybe other means would work better? He'd think hard over this.
The Renamon asked what the effects of the syringe would be. Archon blinked at it warily, but, was willing to accept whatever it did, if it helped him succeed in this infiltration. And if its effects would last no longer than a day, well, that was another tick in favour.
Following that, GranDracmon would summon his bats again, this time seemingly with the intent to administer the injections. Archon looked away, not wanting to see the syringe pierce his hide, but stood still in acceptance of it, like a brave young child holding still for a vaccination. The effect on him was... not quite what he was fearing. His teeth grew bigger and sharper, the blue "V" markings on his face turned as red as his eyes, and his claws grew longer and sharper, but, it seemed he had already resembled a digimon of the dark area quite enough so that few further changes occurred.
"Alright, I'm ready for the next step." he said, realizing his voice was now gruffer and angrier. While it surprised him at first, he hoped that he could use it to intimidate his way through the goal ahead.
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Post by carrie on Sept 13, 2019 16:21:13 GMT
"Oh... Thank you." Carrie said to the renamon, glad for her wind powers. "I'm Catherine, but everyone calls me Carrie. This is my first uh... mission, I guess." She explained to the others before she froze up. "I am bound to the lady Carrie and the Goddess Ophanimon, thank the heavens..." D'Arcmon said, happy to take a jab at the centaur-esque monstrosity before her. That was, until she god jabbed by the needle, and felt immense, horrible, and constant burning agony as her holy body rejected the demon blood. She collapsed to the ground and coughed violently. Thankfully, she slide-evolved back to Gotsumon before she screamed and gave way the position of the 4. The rock monster groaned and moaned as her rocks grew into the sickly yellow brimstone and sulfur are known for. The yellow eyes turned to a matching, sickly green as she stood up and shook her head.
"I feel like Charles Whitman..." The Gotsumon said, standing up again. Gotsumon's voice was the rough smoker's voice mentioned in the previous post. "I am a lover who's never been kissed, a fighter who's never raised a fist. Is this what those bastards who tried to take my land felt in the war?"
As she came to some revelations about her past as Carrie took back control. "Ow ow ow... does evil always feel this bad?" She asked the large leader. I hope so... D'Arcmon thought to Carrie.
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Post by Hasenya on Sept 13, 2019 23:26:04 GMT
Hasenya was glad the focus of this mission wasn't going to be fighting.. She wasn't opposed to violence or whatever one might assume based off her relief, just- come on, this was a group of younger Digimon. There was no way just three of them could go in loud and guns blazing. They couldn't even do that if there were a hundred of them. Though it felt like having to act as if they had an affinity towards a specific cardinal sin was going to be the trade-off. What was her greatest sin, even? That Belphemon from up on Terabyte Mountain would imply that it was lust, though she had never struggled with things like that. From her own personal perspective she felt like it could be wrath or envy, though the former was because of hero occasionally ill-temper. A temper that was especially bad while she was a Youkomon. When the swarm of bats went by to give her an injection, she had to fight that instinctive urge to burst into flame. She knew much better after that little incident with the forest though. The prick to her arm solicited a bit of a squeak, though aside from that she was a real trooper through it despite her obvious distaste for the stabby things. At first she didn't feel much, she even had time to give herself a quick once over to determine whether or not any kind of transformation had simply gone by soundlessly. Of course when she had lowered her guard that's when it would've hit her, racking through her body like somebody had knocked the wind from her. The Renamon stood firmly determined to not let the effects of GranDracmon's data throw her around so easily. She wasn't an angel like D'Arcmon, though she was still relatively pure of heart and so the feeling of inherent evil wasn't exactly the best in the world. The renamon's pink fur bristled, and then like ink spilling out onto a page it's color turned to that of a dark blueish-purple, with the pink in her eyes taking on a more purple hue losing some of its vibrancy but gaining an almost predatory glow. The white fluff around her neck became a little more untamed and perhaps a bit lengthier- whether or not she had achieved more fluff would take an expert's opinion, and said expert was all the way up north. She didn't feel too different internally, though externally she had pretty much gotten an entire color scheme swap and a bit more feral/demonic features. Talk about literally taking up the black. "No longer than a day.. That better be right." The fox muttered to herself. She didn't hate the change, she just preferred that no one in her family or Mae got to see her this way. |
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Post by Bonetrousled? on Sept 14, 2019 1:02:44 GMT
"Goddess, you say? And here I thought I was taken with Ophanimon!" He laughed uproariously, sighing. "Ah, if I didn't have diplomatic immunity I'm sure she'd try to smite me for that one. Emphasis on try." The grin on his face was one of danger and intrigue. It's clear how GranDracmon thought a throwdown between the two would end. But now wasn't the time for the mission control NPCs to get into a Digivice-measuring contest. Transformations were happening, and GranDracmon was on the edge of his own big, furry behind as he watched them unfold.
The BlackImpmon had grown a touch more feral, the Renamon's fur unfurled into a color much like the Youkomon species, and the Gotsumon had taken up a wonderfully sulfuric look after taking D'arcmon's spot. While it was always a pity missing out on a good fallen angel, GranDracmon grinned in appreciation as he saw his little task force form. "Ah, how wonderful you all look! Even the Dark Area's denizens will give you wide berth like this," he said, clasping his hands together. He sounded more like a proud papa going to his son's first dance recital than an archdemon trying to sabotage a city of sin from within, but knowing GranDracmon the two activities were probably one in the same for him. "And don't worry. Give it a few years or so and evil will fit you like a hand-tailored suit. Why, show the right ambition and it might not even take you that long!"
Once everyone had settled into their "disguises" for the day, Aeon announced he was ready for the next part. Immediately, GranDracmon turned on his heel, pointing towards the sinful city that rose from the Sea of Blood. "Daemon's dwelling is right there. Head to the obsidian bridge and get the gatekeeper's attention. With the . . . changes you've undergone, I'm sure you'll fit right in," he explained. "I can't come to the city with you, but I'll at least walk you there. I figure it's the least I can do after you accepted such experimental treatment." With that, GranDracmon was off to lead the way.
Compared to usual frenetic pace one had while traveling through the Dark Area, the walk to the obsidian bridge that tethered the Icon of Sin to the Sea's shores was surprisingly uneventful. It seemed that GranDracmon's intuition about the trio's new designs was right on the money. Fangmon and DarkRizamon lurked in the shadows, eyeing them for a distance, but seemed unwilling to risk approach. A few Digimon, like a hulking DarkTyrannomon, did seem willing to at least try and stare them down, but even a few seconds of prolonged eye contact would get them backing down. Anything that would've ignored their threatening appearance was a lot less keen on ignoring GranDracmon chaperoning from the background. A Velgemon circled overhead, but as soon as it noticed GranDracmon it aborted its dive bomb and flew as far away as it possibly could.
The Dark Area may have been full of terrors, but today Archon, Carrie, and Hasenya were those terrors.
It would only be a manner of time before the group approached the bridge, GranDracmon stalking off with a quiet wave. It seemed even the boisterous demon didn't want to draw attention to itself right now. Bound to the gate of the Icon was Seraphimon's armor, the archangel himself no longer inside of it. Already its cobalt surface had dulled and started to rust over, and the seven symbols of the Demon Lords glowed tauntingly around it. Leviamon's seemed the healthiest, its glow steady and bright, while Belphemon's was already starting to fade and flicker. The gateway was such an imposing sight that it might have been easy to meet the gatekeeper, a Nohemon that stared blankly off into the distance. Nevertheless, the crow on its wrist began to squawk as it noticed the newcomers arrive, causing Nohemon's arm to raise up and down in a jerky wave.
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Post by Archon on Sept 15, 2019 14:24:00 GMT
Archon listened as the spirit user introduced herself as Carrie. She then reacted very badly to the injection. Archon cringed with sympathy, but was glad that she still seemed to be functional at the end of it. Hasenya took it a little better, transforming still, but not to the point of agony that Carrie and her spirit seemed to be in.
He then realized he hadn't yet introduced himself to those that would be his allies on this mission. "Ah, by the way, my name is-" Archon was about to reveal his true name, but then hesitated, he didn't want it to be known while in Daemon's fortress. At the last moment, he forced himself to say the first alternative name in his mind. "-Jack." he finished with minimal hesitation. He was about to say "King", but thought that was too prideful. Jack was two ranks down, according to playing cards, but still a force to be reckoned with. For now he'd be satisfied with this alias.
Archon then turned back to GranDracmon, who seemed to be quite proud of his work. For a moment, yeah, Archon thought it felt pretty good, but a thought of what his partner might say shook all of that off. "Tempting, but I reckon I'll just scare my boyfriend, so I'll pass on makin' this permanent." he replied, still keeping in good humour though.
So, their next moves were to approach the bridge to the fortress. GranDracmon couldn't enter the city with them, but he did accompany them. For which Archon was grateful. He could see several hench-mons in the distance tracking them, but didn't dare approach with GranDracmon among their party. There was even a moment of crisis when a Velgemon attempted to dive-bomb them, but aborted its attack when their escort turned his attention.
Then they arrived at the gate. GranDracmon held back, as he said he would, and Archon approached, trying his best to maintain a swaggering, threatening look. A little hard with the lack of muscles for a Veemon, but, the injection had at least emphasized his shadow powers enough for him to at least fit in here.
At the gate, Archon stared at the Seraphimon armor. Its defilement was truly a threatening icon, for a moment he couldn't help but stare at what had been done to the angelic digimon. He felt little sympathy though, he knew what angelic digimon tended to do to digimon from the dark area like himself, and supposed that this one had chosen a losing battle to fight and that was that.
However, a motion in the distance diverted his gaze. A Nohemon was at the gate, waving at them. Supposing there was nothing else for it, if they were to keep their cover as new recruits for this city of sin, Archon waved back, hoping they could be granted entry.
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Post by carrie on Sept 15, 2019 22:47:49 GMT
"No!" Carrie responded on instinct at the mon's insistence at it "fitting you like a glove", "I uh... I'm flattered at the offer but I've got other plans at the moment..."
Smooth... The Gotsumon teased. Carrie followed the others, while "Jack" marveled at the freedom their disguises gave them, Carrie looked at the grotesque beauty of the Dark Area. It reminded her of a Fairy Tale had it been illustrated by HR Giger, the red ocean reflecting oddly in the darkened sunlight. The dark, jagged rocks of the Cliffs of Chaos reminded her more of red velvet cake and fruit punch than it did blood and flesh. The Dark Fortress a black castle, a beautiful mix of human and digital architecture, nearly impenetrable but equally gorgeous in its slick appearance and intimidating nature. The most iconic piece of this macabre art was a mysterious black (what other color would it be?) ever-turning sphere struggling against the chains holding it to the Earth. It provided the ambience of creaking and clattering chains like a cut-rate horror film.
"Mr. GranDracmon?" She asked along the path, making sure not to lose track of the others. She asked a variety of questions; Who built the castle, why is the Ocean of Blood red, why is the sphere chained, the usual touristy things that made her sound more like a small child tagging along than a mercenary for a goddess. Eventually they got to the bridge, and she tried not to say anything once they were in hearing distance of the scarecrow-esque creature. She still marveled at the armor though, albeit in passing and making a mental note to ask about it later.
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Post by Hasenya on Sept 16, 2019 5:14:47 GMT
Hasenya stuck to the back of the group for the moment, trying not to seem to suspicious and waiting for an opportunity to check her teeth. As weird as that sounded. Even without GranDracmon's influence her teeth were odd and sharp compared to the teeth of a normal Renamon. Biting down lightly on one of her own fingers after giving one quick nervous glance to a DarkTyrannomon, all things seemed to be in their (un)usual order. Though she did wish she had a mirror or something else reflective to get a better look.
Before she could forget to introduce herself by being distracted checking herself, she spoke up briefly stating her name. "I'm Hasenya." She then picked up the pace to actually walk with the group. Perhaps she would just have to stick to keeping her mouth as shut as possible. They gave another nervous passing glance to the Seraphimon armor while they passed by it, though they knew better to stare when they had an appearance to keep up while they literally had at least one Digimon lingering above them ready to swoop.
Feeling a little bold thanks to the disguise, Hasenya walked up to the Nohemon just a bit ahead of Archon and Carrie. She quickly noticed that they just kinda stared ahead, seemingly not disturbed by the crow going nuts. Well, if that were supposed to be normal behavior she would just have to follow along with it. "We can go in?" She tried to make it less of a question and more like an expectation. Maybe it was a bit of a stretch to assume all of these Digimon living in the Dark Area were assholes but.. Better safe than sorry?
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Post by Bonetrousled? on Sept 18, 2019 0:06:47 GMT
Receptions to the new evil makeover seemed . . . mixed. Archon's reaction in particular earned an amused grin from GranDracmon. "Oh, don't be so silly," he assured Archon. "Once he tries a demon, I'm sure he'll be- well, you know." He let that sentence hang teasingly, even if he aborted it with just enough plausibl deniability to spare. It seemed even GranDracmon had the taste to watch his tongue around all of these Rookies!
As they trudged through the shadows, Carrie was determined not to let this trip stay quiet. Nevertheless, as a denizen of the Dark Area, GranDracmon was all too happy to oblige. "The fortress? Well, that's Daemon's," GranDracmon explained. "Many, many incarnations ago, the strongest Wrath to touch down upon this world raised the fortress up to house his armies. Upon his defeat, it sunk beneath the waves of the Sea of Blood, so deep within its trenches it was thought to be little more than a myth. Apparently, this Wrath decided to follow in his precursor's footsteps. I'd say he succeeded at inspiring wrath: every time I see that eyesore blocking out the moon, I sure feel the urge to hit something!
Now, the Sea of Blood? Well, part's due to the name. Have you ever seen a Digimon get really, really hurt? Take a good, close look at the data bleeding off and you'll see what I mean. Beautiful sight, eh? Though the D-Reaper creatures mulling around in the abyss sure don't help with the color." GranDracmon trailed off at the mention, then grinned from ear to ear. "Hold that idea for me.
As for the sphere you mentioned? I assure you, it's chained down for a very good reason. That's all their is to say about that." GranDracmon's time was running low, anyway. He couldn't keep hovering around just to play QnA!
The Nohemon could. In fact, that's what it was here for! The crow flapped towards Archon, Carrie, and Hasenya, dragging its scarecrow-like body behind it. With how the scarecrow seemed to bend in the wind, it was frankly a wonder it was standing up right. "Halt! Halt!" it crowed, flying around the trio in a circular motion. The scarecrow tumbled behind it all the while, head lolling back and forth. "Name yourselves! Name yourselves!"
As it spoke, the seven sinful icons stopped pulsing and glowing. Instead, they started to dart from side to side, like the seven eyes of a great beast. They looked back and forth, aimlessly, before they all settled upon the trio of would-be demons. The group would feel the weight of all of their sins on their back as the Icons began to glow, shining on them like a spotlight.
Which of their sins would scream the loudest to be heard?
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Post by Archon on Sept 19, 2019 10:24:41 GMT
Archon noted the names of his companions. Carrie and Hasenya. He didn't know if those were their true names, but that was simply what he'd know them as for now. Maybe when this was over and they were safe and sound, he'd tell them his true name was "Archon", but, that wasn't something he was willing to risk at this point.
GranDracmon's reply to his question made him immediately blush and give a wry sort of smirk. He was starting to like his brand of humour.
Archon listened to GranDracmon's answers to Carrie's questions. The first sentence he took note of was that the strongest Wrath had been defeated, which gave him hope that somehow their goal here would be successful too.
But the story of the Sea of Blood, Archon flinched at it. While his memory wasn't 100% complete, he was pretty sure that he was hurled into it at some point, left to drown in its depths, but somehow he had survived and washed up on the Binary Archipelago some time later. What the red water had done to him, he didn't yet know.
When he and the Nohemon exchanged gestures, the bird flew over them, requesting them to name themselves. Archon felt a most unusual pressure put upon him. He struggled against it, just enough for him to state his alias rather than his name. "I'm... Jack." he said, then the weight of his sins fell down upon his neck as the icons shone down upon him. All of them he had done at some point in his life, yet those he had less issue with were the easiest to deal with. Lust, well, he dealt with that by having a loving boyfriend that he was devoted to completely. Sloth and Gluttony, well, as a skinny little BlackVeemon he could be hardly accused of overeating or lazing out, what with his lean muscles. Envy... well, he hardly knew anyone that was in a better position than him. Then came the more difficult ones.
Greed... at one point, Archon wanted to gain as much as he could when he still lived in the Dark Area. He wanted the favour of the big-leagues that lived there, he wanted to gain part of their power. That was why he agreed to be their courier.
Pride... oh boy, did Archon value that. He thought of himself as one of the greatest, and he was most likely to act upon this sin, but still, it was not his strongest.
That would be Wrath. Deep within his draconic heart, Archon wanted the most to take revenge upon the ones that had taken his old life from him and had caused the trauma that was the only thing he could clearly remember in his life. Those that had abused him, those that had hurt him, those that had taken things from him. That was why he was here this day, to take vengeance as best as he could in his current form.
The icons of sin would see that as much as Archon felt it.
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Post by carrie on Sept 21, 2019 17:49:27 GMT
She listened carefully to GranDracmon's explanations, hanging on every word for the extended periods. "Thanks a lot sir, for a big, scary, evil guy you're actually really nice!" She smiled and waved as he left them to their mission. Now that she had a little history of the surrounding area the place wasn't as intimidating, just a lot of attempts of machismo from digimon reveling in the glory of war.
As for the sin assessment, it only just struck Carrie after Nehumon judged "Jack"... 3 beings in one, shifting body would surely be a case study in and of itself for a psychologist, let alone all the schizophrenic voices in her mind hidden behind the walls of medication, therapy, and her spirits. The hard work assessing the dozens, possibly hundreds of one-track minds in her inner walls would finally come to its peak in Gotsumon...
The older digimon was like a perfect figure of pride, her one claim to fame as a historical figure for rookies and underclass digimon who rose through the ranks on her own merit, not through strength or wits but sheer, brutal warfare, her army pushing back hundreds of stronger, more powerful digimon to save what was rightfully hers: her land, her crops, her family. Anyone who resisted her, ally or otherwise was quickly dealt with. Her own death even came with a stubborn refusal to lose: buried under boulders from a digimon in hiding, the rock golem had spent her last moments not in fear or frustration, but determination. Her stubborn pride left her soul in that bundle of rocks to be found by Carrie after what felt like hundreds of years, and even then her choice to take over Carrie was always because she refused to be a follower. Other, more minor sins included her penchant for attempting to hit on human teens while Carrie sleeps (using her own rocky form, thankfully), consistently stirring up trouble for the girl simply out of boredom and frustration, and often nagging the girl to leave her studies and hard work to laze off, watch TV, go out for food, or a variety of other, more fun options.
The pride section of the armor shone greatly, but then a second one began to shine in the form of D'Arcmon's greatest sin, Righteous Indignation. Or, in more proper terms: Wrath. Like Gotsumon D'arc valued herself as a warrior. She saw the word of the gods would justify any actions to lead to a better world. She'd done horrible, sinful things in the name of her leaders: pillaging, arson, assault, destruction, warfare, torture, and many more war crimes in the pursuit of a proper God. She answered quickly and swiftly to every command, no matter how horrible or awful. When she finally died on the battlefield her digisoul was buried deep in a temple to the gods in respect of her actions, but her soul lingered for her terrible misdeeds done for a righteous cause, believing the lords simply waited to use her for other things.
Carrie herself was a fairly normal teenage girl, shy and very rarely in any form of trouble of her own causing. She was a bit cowardly, and a bit worried, but nothing too awful. Really only the worst she'd done was when she, at the ,young age of 6, lied to get a second pudding cup at a school picnic. Hardly worth note in any real way.
Although the other 5 pieces flashed slightly like a dying lightbulb, Carrie's Wrath and Pride sectors were glowing more vibrant than ever. "Uh... My name's Carrie." She explained to the scarecrow.
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