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Taking Up The Black - Demon Lords 2F
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Post by Hasenya on Sept 21, 2019 21:10:35 GMT
Before today Hasenya might have thought that she was mostly free of any major deadly sins. What could a shut-in like her possibly have done to draw the attention of the seven icons? But when they shined on her like this were some sort of interrogation, she was nearly floored by the weight of her sins. Inaction was still considered an action in the eyes of the powers that be. Sloth, envy, pride, wrath, lust... All lit up to varying levels of brightness, though wrath and envy were still the brightest.
When she thought of wrath, she thought of that strange Belphemon. The other "self" she had met way up on Terabyte Mountain and how she had killed him without a thought after she had put aside what the Belphemon had called "useless things". Fear and things like morals, the things that made one a person. She had put them both aside to let her rage flourish, to push her beyond her limit as a Renamon and turn her into a Youkomon. She also thought of the one who had sent her and Mae up that mountain to begin with, and all the dreadful bloody things she would do to that pest if she were to ever get her claws on them. Even just remembering those events and how the one she loved had nearly lost her life made her let out a low growl.
Envy was a lot more simple than the rest for her to see for herself. She knew what made her envious: She wanted to be stronger- rather, the strongest. They'd do anything and everything to become as strong as their peers and then surpass them, even close themselves off into their room for hours at a time to self-train and study. It sounded a lot more bad when the weight of it was being forced on her, even if she knew her own intentions to be pure and not wholely selfish.
Sloth was the hardest to define. All those hours doing nothing spent entirely by her lonesome, rarely leaving her room for more than her basic needs. Though she did her best to open up and leave her room more often the damage had still been done and it allowed other sins to fester deep inside her. Without the icons to push it front and center she wouldn't have even realized the weight of it all, but it was all being pressed down onto her now, and honestly she was just surprised she was handling it all so well. Hasenya took a deep breath and straightened up her composure, before once again looking at the Nohemon. "My name is Hasenya."
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Post by Bonetrousled? on Sept 24, 2019 1:19:29 GMT
Such diverse Digimon, all coming from different walks of life and sectors of the Digital World, and yet one driving force seemed to unify them. Their sins were as varied as the were many, yet the core of Wrath beat within them all. And yet, was it really such a surprise? Some would say that Wrath was the ur-sin, festering in the desire left behind by its cousins. It was one thing to simply covet. It was another to destroy, or to harm, or to kill in order to feed such coveting. At least, that was what Daemon seemed to believe: his Icon of Wrath sat right in the center of the other six, its sickly orange color glowing to a nearly white light. Pride and Envy continued to glow against its overbearing light, but the Nohemon's question seemed to have been answered.
It opened its mouth to speak, only for the great gates of the Icon to part. Stepping through a vortex of shadows came a tall, elegant figure with a skeletal ewe's head. While it wore very elegant clothing, it was clearly no stranger to battle; a massive power was radiating off of it, and it bore what seemed to be a fresh war wound. Indeed, one of its arms had been sliced clean off, leaving a few peals of wispy flame behind. Nevertheless, it didn't seem perturbed by the injury in the slightest. It regarded its arm just as neutrally as it regarded the three Digimon standing before it. What Digimon could this be but a Mephistomon X? "Jack. Carrie. Hasenya. We've been expecting you," it said. It spoke the voices of a distorted-sounding man, a soothing-sounding woman, and a young child simultaneously.
"It is wrath that ties your hearts as one, is it not?" the Mephistomon X asked. "Then that means you have been chosen to dwell within the chambers of my master himself. It is no rush. We have the rest of eternity before us to pay him such a visit. Yet as a humble servant, it would be remiss of me not to make you aware of the option.
Crow." The Nohemon's crow immediately saluted, its scarecrow jerkily repeating the motion. "You will let them pass unhindered. And if any ill fate befalls them within these walls, I will make it known to our master who allowed it. Is this understood?" There was neither malice nor triumph in this threat. It was merely stated as if it were an inevitability. Its point made, Mephistomon X stepped to the side. A vortex of shadows extended through the doors behind it, as if stretching into infinity. "You may explore the city as you wish. Simply think, or feel, where you wish to go, and it shall be brought before you.
And do be careful. For better or for worse, our master keeps a close eye on those of his ilk."
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Post by Archon on Sept 28, 2019 0:22:25 GMT
As the symbols faded, Archon felt as though a great weight had been lifted from his back. Had he been truly so sinful in his life that they had pressed down upon him so? Did they count if he didn't remember them? If so... what exactly had he done here in the dark area before he lost his memories? The thoughts were troubling.
However, soon the gates of the fortress opened, and they were greeted by a frightening looking digimon - dressed in elegant clothing, but with an otherworldly power emanating from her. A Mephistomon-X. Archon stared for a moment, then looked to the ground before it would be seen as rude to do so.
Archon listened as the Mephistomon-X introduced them and told them of their purpose here. They were to be Daemon's new servants, or at least, act in that capacity. So far, so good. However, there would be limited things the BlackVeemon would be able to learn here if he limited himself to sweeping floors, washing dishes or cleaning bedrooms. He had to think of more... practical things a servant could do while gather information. The BlackVeemon looked at Carrie and Hasenya. At first he thought that it might be best if they just kept to themselves to prevent others getting suspicious, well, surely that wouldn't be much of a problem if they arrived together? It can be assumed that they would know each other.
An idea quickly came to him. As the portal opened, Mephistomon-X told them that they would simply have to think of where they would need to go. And Archon had a good idea.
'While I doubt a new servant would get very far with the big guy himself, maybe taking up service with one of his lieutenants might be worth checking out?' he thought to himself. He gave a brief salute to their host, then turned to his fellow allies. "Let's meet up in the servants' quarters when we're finished for the day." he said to them, hoping that wouldn't be too much of a problem. Surely three, new, uncertain rookie level servants would be permitted that small boon of being able to spend their nights around familiar faces?
Archon then proceeded to the portal, thinking hard.
'I want to travel to one of Daemon's lieutenants that may require assistance' he thought as he stepped in. As he did so, he thought of all the things that he could learn from this experience. Were Daemon's lieutenants loyal to the very end? If so, were there things that he could learn from them? He thought there may be many possibilities here. If so, which lieutenant would he find? One responsible for his troops? His machinations? His planners? Or something... more sinister?
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Post by carrie on Sept 28, 2019 1:10:49 GMT
Wrath? D'arcmon asked herself as she thought over her sins. No, the goddess asked me to do those things. She demanded my work and my blood. I am not wrathful, but obedient. If these demons believe the goddess to be a spirit of wrath then they are wrong and they will pay for such heretical thinking. Pride sounds about right. Gotsumon admits, thinking about it. Fighting for my stuff, claiming my men to spread my legend, rally my troops... yep. Would I do it again? Oh definitely, especially if those humans start anything. Carrie was seconds from crying as her minor misdemeanors struck her over and over again, unable to comprehend the awful (not really, more petty) things she'd done in the past.
As the weight left the three collective shoulders (well, 5 technically but who's counting?), it dawned on Carrie that she was less adept at this whole "spying" thing than she'd hoped, her confidence was shot as the large, intimidating digimon approached and looked them over. She remained tall but on the inside she was seconds from breaking down. Thankfully it drew its attention to the nohemon, and away from her, lessening her worries greatly. Unlike her companion as he walked into the direction of the vortex, she felt less secure in her choice on the matter, and would have greatly, greatly, greatly preferred a strength in numbers approach. Carrie followed his lead, saluting her newfound superior and approaching the portal. The thought of working for these powerful, disturbing beasts forever scared her, appalled D'Arcmon, and annoyed Gotsumon. She stared at the swirling, colorful vortex, pausing briefly and looking back at the renamon who'd helped her when she knew very little. Please take me to where Hasenya goes... please? The girl thought. She seemed to vanish as soon as the thought entered her mind.
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Post by Hasenya on Sept 28, 2019 3:57:05 GMT
The Renamon opted not to respond to the question with anything more than a scowl. Nothing said in order to not incriminate herself. She didn't need to explain her thoughts or actions to anyone, anyway. So what if wrath were her greatest sin? The details were her business.
Hasenya felt a bit odd after the weight of her sins was lifted from her. Somehow.. calm. There was something else a bit further down, but she wasn't focused on that. For the moment, she had to figure out what she could do that would be useful to her group while "Jack" went and did his thing. Information was what they were here for, so perhaps she should also find someone higher up to cling to? Someone with a bit of a big mouth to give her exactly what she needed to see the objective done? Thinking as such might be a bit too obvious, so she should probably word her desires a bit more carefully before stepping into something that could likely read her thoughts.
Once Archon had stepped forward towards the portal, she followed shortly after. Not aware that at least one of her allies would be following her, though it wasn't like she minded it. "Just take me where I'm most needed. Preferably by someone a little more important." She sort of mumbled to herself, focusing her feelings onto something more neutral- though there was a bit of irritation somewhere in there, mixed with determination towards the objective. Who even knows where this sort of mix was going to take her.
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Post by Bonetrousled? on Oct 1, 2019 1:41:46 GMT
Servitude. Loyalty. Importance. Such were the thoughts going through the group's head as they stepped through the vortex of shadows. Perhaps on their way out, they would notice the slightest hint of a smile on Mephistomon X's face. Or, was it a smile? Perhaps it was just a trick of the light, the pink flames wreathing their skull and the shadows peeling off of the void making their expression an enigma. Regardless of their expression, they nodded. Their many voices would be the last thing the assembled trio heard before stepping inside.
"Take caution, wanderers. The things we seek may not always be what we truly wish to find."
With their priorities aligned, the group both entered and exited the portal in unison. The first thing they would notice about their new destination was the sheer size of it. The columns holding the room up, each carved from polished black marble, was the size of a miniature skyscraper. A large, stained-glass dome depicting the symbol of Wrath sat high above those columns, so high in the sky that the Dark Area's blood red light could barely be seen through it. Even at ten feet tall, the doors on each side of the room were dwarfed by comparison. Red carpets unfurled from each door, connecting to an enormous mahogany desk in the middle of the room. Currently manning that desk was a Titamon, resting his chin into the palm of an exceptionally-calloused hand as he read through sheets of musty papyrus. Rather than his Zanjintou he held a proportionally-sized pencil, although the handle of his blade could be seen poking from behind his desk. Occasionally he stopped, grumbled, and hefted his pencil to scrawl some markings on his paperwork. All the while he drummed his big, meaty fingers against his chin, the simply gesture sending echoes through the room.
For such a spaced-out Digimon, he was surprisingly attentive. The second he noticed the portal opening he snapped his head to the group, barking out a quick "Hey! You!" As he pointed to the group, it was clear his arm was long enough to poke them if he wanted to. How did he even fit in here? "Ain't question time for another half an hour. I don't give a Chuumon's ass if you took a shortcut, get on out and wait like everyone else.
. . . Wait a minute. Ain't that the Icon portal? Shit, didn't think Daemon had another assignment for here." He looked the trio up, then laughed uproariously. It was forceful enough to send him tipping back in his oversized chair. "And I thought I was screwed! Bet you three can't even lift this pencil." As if to demonstrate he leaned over, dropping the pencil right next to Jack. It landed hard enough to shake the room.
At the very least, Titamon seemed to be mocking their shared situation, not mocking the newcomers directly. Despite his rather brutish laughter earlier, the smile on his face was surprisingly easygoing. "Well, good to have some new meat around here for a change," he said. "What're you in for?"
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Post by Archon on Oct 2, 2019 9:56:45 GMT
Archon made his way through the portal with the other two of GranDracmon's employ. It seemed the three of them ended up in a chamber of gargantuan proportions. Archon looked up and honestly couldn't tell just high the ceiling was.
The BlackVeemon's attention quickly turned to the giant Titamon nearby. For a moment he almost took a step back in fear from someone so big, but held firm, remembering his role as simply acting as a loyal servant of the fortress. All he would do was do what he was told... he'd remember what he'd see though, but for now, he'd do his best to stay on the big guy's good side... if he had one at least.
But he couldn't help but take a sideways step as Titamon threw the giant pencil toward him. He almost fell over from just how hard it shook the room, but tried his best to play the part of a stoic servant.
"No, sir, we couldn't possibly lift that." Archon replied, hoping that stating the obvious wouldn't hurt. Old instincts began to rush back to him. Usually digimon as big as this; and so highly evolved beyond his own level, they usually responded well to a servile and flatterous demeanor. But he knew not to lay it on too thick, so he waited until Titamon finished speaking before answering further.
"Well, sir, since we have just begun service here in the fortress, we have been tasked by Lord Daemon's word to assist his loyal Lieutenants however we can." Archon answered, lowering his head with a bow. "While we might not be strong enough to carry your pencils, we may be able to assist you with tidying your papers where they need to be, if that's what you wish us to do for example, sir."
It was a strange mixture of shame and pride that Archon felt with just how easily these servile words seemed to be able to pass through his lips. But it was a plan at least. Such enormous papers might be large, but they would be relatively light, at least he hoped.
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Post by carrie on Oct 4, 2019 17:30:05 GMT
The girl emerged, staring up and around at the large palace the three had landed in. It was another piece of architectural beauty with no comparison to a human world equivalent. She then noticed she was being spoken too, rather derisively at that. "Uh... h-hi!" Carrie said, trying to act formal, bowing to her new superior. "We're um... we're here to-"
Carrie hid behind Hasenya as the pencil hit the ground, easily intimidated by the fearsome weight of such a seemingly normal (albeit oversized) object. "I'm uh... I'm Carrie. We came here to help the sins in their conquests and s-stuff. We're still kinda new here so you can understand that I didn't expect um... paperwork. More uh, blood sports or effigies against the gods or stuff..." She explained. "Not to say your work isn't important! I'm sure all of this stuff is really essential to keeping the flow running!" She sighed. "So uh, what um... what do you want us to do? We can file some files, work through some accounting, I'm working on a degree in chemistry actually so I'm particularly useful in mathematics..." She tried to sound confident. People liked workers that sound confident and outgoing, she recalled her teachers say when critiquing her behavior. "Maybe I can get you some coffee and donuts?"
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Post by Hasenya on Oct 4, 2019 19:52:40 GMT
Hasenya meanwhile hadn't even flinched, nor paid very much mind to the spirit user hiding behind her. "I've lifted bigger weapon than that. I can try if you really want me to, sir." She stated simply in response, though whether or not she were to be expected to prove her claim and lift the pencil she probably had a bit more better things to do than have a pencil-measuring contest with a Titamon when they had a cover to maintain.
"Jack said it best. If you have something for us to do, we're ready for most anything. I guess I'd be the one carrying pencils if you really needed someone for that." She doubted it as that idea sounded a bit ridiculous to her, though she thought she would offer it anyway as a way to look good. Being able to do one thing that most others probably can't. It might make up a bit for the apathetic attitude. This place was just doing all kinds of weird things to her.
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Post by Bonetrousled? on Oct 8, 2019 1:55:44 GMT
Titamon half-listened to everything the new hires had to say, but his eye continued wandering to an equally-massive clock atop his desk. Each second's tick sounded like a sledgehammer crashing through a sheet of plywood. It was Carrie who first caught his attention. Her remark on how different the halls of Wrath seemed to her expectation got Titamon to stop looking around the room, instead focusing down entirely on her. "Hell, kid. You and me both," Titamon said. There was a wistful look in his eyes as he sat back down in his chair, taking his giant pencil with him. "I was a Wrath too, y'know. At my peak, I thought I could tear Yggdrasil clean out of this server. Took all the damn Royal Knights to take me down: ol' Seraphimon never even had a shot that cycle. And once the Crown left me, took a body this damn big to hold all the strength.
Come on back to the Icon of Sin, and you know what the current guy tells me? 'We don't do it like that anymore.' Now it's all armies, and strate-whats, and logisti-whos. And he tells me I'm the guy that's gotta keep all those in line. You know what I called an army back then?" He flexed his muscles. "Lefty and Righty. Only damn army I needed." With that said he slumped back in his chair, sighing. "At least if anyone's not pulling their weight, I get to pound 'em into data. That's a nice bit of relief."
With his rant finished, Titamon looked back down at the crew he'd assembled. The Gotsumon was the confident, smart type, and while Titamon had no need for those fancy-shmancy "degrees" she at least seemed like she could pull her own weight. The Veemon was servile and humble. He looked like the kind of guy that'd be eaten alive out of these walls, but those always made the best toadies. Finally, the purple fox was an enigma. She didn't even flinch through all of this, and she said she could lift a pencil bigger than she was? Strange.
"Alright. Today's gonna be ah ell of a day, you know," Titamon explained. "Those angels've been sending lesser Digimon to do their dirty work, and that means they can get their fingers in way more of our business than usual. And that means Daemon's gonna be scrambling as many of us as he can to get a handle on things. And you know what that means? It means I'm gonna have questions coming at me from all directions. I might be a loud guy, but I've only got one mouth. And I just know if someone bugs me out of turn, I'm gonna crush 'em. That's good for morale, not so good for numbers. So I'm gonna need you guys to help direct traffic, okay? Answer questions, sign off on orders, get people to shut up and leave my damn office. All that stuff.
And yes, that means if they start getting out of line, you can give 'em a good pounding. Get it? Got it? Good." With that Titamon leaned back in his seat, staring down the clock. "You kids are on in a minute, so if you got any questions better get 'em out while you can."
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Post by Archon on Oct 12, 2019 12:23:39 GMT
Archon listened in silence as Titamon declared that once he had been a Wrath too, that all of the Royal Knights combined had to take down. The BlackVeemon deep down was doubtful of this claim, but, in a sense, could see its plausability. After all, if Titamon was that powerful, it would be doubtful that the Royal Knights of legend would leave him with access to those powers.
However, his words as a whole made Archon even less willing to test his patience beyond reason. Namely because he was both physically capable and verbally stated that he'd be willing to pound them into digital paste if they didn't pull their weight.
Eventually came the part where Titamon would brief them on their tasks for the day. It seemed it would be a busy one, so it seemed Titamon would expect efficient transport of communications. That Daemon expected Titamon to carry out his orders to his underlings. For a moment, Archon thought about the merits of sabotaging such orders, but, in the end, thought it would be a bad idea if he was to survive this. If he messed up, Titamon made it clear that he'd pound him into paste. So it seemed his main choice here was to simply do what he was told. However, that wouldn't stop him remembering the orders that he was tasked to convey.
"Yes, sir, understood." Archon replied, bowing his head. "We'll do our best to direct communications, and ensure that you only hear the orders that are relevant to your grand status." Archon did his best to make sure his meaning was understood in full. "I mean, we'll do our best to filter out frivolous stuff like table arrangements, latrine cleaning schedules and torch-lighting rosters, but keep you informed of Lord Daemon's intentions."
He gave a sidelong glance to Cassie and Hasenya here, hoping that they caught on to his true intentions here; that they could plug themselves in to the communications network of Daemon's fortress and be of use to GranDracmon, but do so in a way that didn't make their superiors suspicious.
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Post by carrie on Oct 24, 2019 2:43:38 GMT
"OK, so, we just keep a line moving and answer any questions? So like a secretary? I think we can do that." She said, actually kinda confident. The fact that if she messed up she was wearing someone else's face really helped with this. "Is there like, a reference book or something we can refer too if we don't know the answer?" She really hoped it was a book, something that small and easy to steal would be a godsend for her. Or maybe a laptop? What's a laptop? How, how do you not know that? You know everything she does. I do? "She does?" Carrie paused, realizing she said that out loud. "I-I mean she does! The renamon I mean. I mean, assuming she's a girl. I- uh, I've only met girl renamons. She has a question. I know because-" Digimon don't have genders. Says the gal with the great rack. What? Rack means boobs. She learned it from an episode of Stripperella and won't let me forget about it. I don't know what boobs are either. We'll talk about this later, right now we might have a mind-reader in front of us. Is she a renamon? I don't think they're normally pink. A pink lemonade renamon. Carrie mused.
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Post by Hasenya on Oct 24, 2019 15:24:33 GMT
The renamon might've been a tad bit too interested in the Titamon's story and ranting, especially when she heard mention of the Royal Knights. There were some interesting things to learn in that whole tangent, like the idea that one could be.. a Wrath, and presumably other major sins. She had assumed there would only be one, and that one would just sort of remain until destroyed- if they could even be permanently destroyed. In an odd way, she liked listening to this guy rant. If only because she got to learn a bit more about topics she didn't have access to much information on.
Fortunately for her and her group, her little trip into imagination land was over before Titamon had finished his rant. What brought her out of it was the Titamon flexing his arms and referring to them as 'lefty and righty.' If the situation had been more appropriate she definitely would've started laughing, though thankfully she wasn't going to be risking the group's cover like that.
"Does sound like secretary work, yeah." Hasenya nodded her head, agreeing with Carrie. It was easy enough work for sure. She thought it better not to voice that confidence though- instead following Archon's intentions by giving a little bow to the Titamon. "Loud and clear. Nothing useless luxury things, only the relevant stuff." This really was much easier than she thought it was going to be so far, though. Now wouldn't be the time to relax or to go into autopilot, she'd definitely try to take even this basic secretary work with some level of seriousness.
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Post by Bonetrousled? on Oct 24, 2019 22:57:09 GMT
Titamon groaned as he listened to Archon and Hasenya's description of the job. "Ugh. You've got no idea how often Beelzemon's boys kept bugging me about that kinda crap. Do I look like the kinda guy who cares how many pickles go on the damn burger?" At the very least his weariness was good natured, or at least as good natured as it could be coming from a Digimon who looked forward to the chance to clobber some clients. "Keep it to the guys with a point behind their rambling, and you and I'll get along just fine."
At the mention of reference book, Titamon grinned ear to ear. "Oh. You want a book? You'll get that book, alright," he said. He reached behind his desk, visibly straining as he hefted up a book as big as his entire upper body. He leaned over the desk to drop it down, the book landing with enough force to launch anyone on the ground into the air. "Daemon's a stickler for all these damn rules. I'll hand it to him, he's got the sin down pat. Cause if I look at so much as three pages of this damn thing, I'm already seeing red. But if you can actually turn the cover, you should find answers to anything that's got you stumped."
Just then, a Clockmon walked into the room. "We're getting started . . ." he said in a monotone voice, trailing off as he looked down at a watch on his wrist. "Right now." It turned to leave, only noticing Archon, Hasenya, and Carrie on its way out. "Oh. Newcomers. Try not to die," it added, slamming the door behind it.
No sooner did it slam the door then all three doors fling themselves open. A crowd of demonic, undead, and otherwise dark Digimon flooded into the room, their voices blending into an impenetrable cacophany. Only the earthquake-like sound of Titamon stomping the ground got them all to shut up. "Oh, shut up already!" he shouted. "You're all in luck today. We've got some new blood today, and they'll be hearing you out. But that just means you'd better not be bugging me, you hear? Now, one at a time. Or else."
Archon was the first to be approached, a Vulcanusmon storming over to him. "The damage of the fortress' outer walls has presented a brilliant opportunity," he explained. "The walls are made of an alloy that the Digital World hasn't seen in generations. In all of my cycles, I've never had the fortune of handling such a metal. Yet that prideful fool, Daemon, refuses to let me even come close to it. He keeps demanding weapons of me, but refuses to let me arm our forces with a potential tide-turner. Does he not know what a master artisan such as I can do with such material? Make him see reason! Grant me access!"
Carrie would be approached by a D'arcmon. However, her armor was a jet black rather than the golden color most bore, and there was a somewhat unhinged look to her eye. Was this a fallen angel? As she eyed the sulfurous Gotsumon up and down, the unhinged look seemed to soften. "Please. Please, please, you need to help me," she said, her voice barely a whisper. "I need to know I did the right thing. I need to be sure. Now that I've heard Luminas has started to forgive instead of purge, I just keep wondering, you know? Whether I should go back. See if they'll have mercy on me. I can't serve Lord Leviamon's forces properly if my heart keeps faltering like this. I just know she'll see it written on my face. Please, how do I find the strength I need?"
Hasenya found herself with a lot more company on her hands. An entire swarm of Bakemon surrounded her, each evenly spaced from one another. To the front of the group was a Soulmon, who led them all in a salute. "Pride Squadron, Spirit Squad, reporting for duty!" the Soulmon said. "We have a crisis of succession on our hands! My platoon is demanding I pass along the Hat of Leadership to one of them, to commemorate their achievements in Lucemon's eyes. I, for one, think I'm damn well deserving of this hat! How do I get this rabble to calm down already?" The other Bakemon didn't say a word, but made a variety of groans and howls in protest. Was Soulmon seriously the only member of the Spirit Squad that could speak?
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Post by Archon on Oct 29, 2019 9:26:37 GMT
Archon was somewhat glad that this arrangement was acceptable to Titamon, that he didn't care for the minute details, just the bottom line. That suited his idea well - to inspect as many of the reports as possible and obtain any relevant information he could - while at the same time behaving in his capacity as a servant of the fortress. The BlackVeemon would make sure the relevant paperwork would go in the right in-tray, but he was glad of this expressed permission to read their contents.
"Of course, sir. We'll do our best to deliver you the bottom line and to spare you the frivolous details." Archon replied with another bow.
Then the BlackVeemon was launched several feet by the impact of the secretarial book that Titamon chucked at them. He gasped, trying to comprehend what just happened. He was about to explain to Titamon that there was no way they could possibly carry this booklet of details let alone absorb what it said, when a Clockmon soon arrived, indicating the arrival of further digimon.
Archon was a bit dumbstruck until the Vulcanusmon approached and spoke to him. Archon immediately bit his tongue for a moment for his initial response, closed his eyes for a moment, then fell into the role he was given.
"Firstly, please do not call Lord Daemon a fool!" he cried, making his voice echo from the chamber. But then immediately took a more conciliatory tone, since he knew the Vulcanusmon could probably kill him as easily as Titamon. "Have you no sense?! We exist in his domain and serve at his pleasure! Please, for all of our sakes, speak more respectfully of our master, or else we'll all suffer from his wrath."
With that, he took a deep breath, hoping that had made his point clear.
"However, I think this is a simple misunderstanding. Lord Daemon would surely see sense in allowing his loyal weaponsmith be privy to the alloy that makes up his walls." Archon continued in his role, trying to calm down from his earlier outburst. "Weaponsmith Vulcanusmon... I believe I would be able to convince Lord Daemon to grant you access to this alloy, if you were able to present him the schematics of a defensive weapon that would be ideal for our forces. I'm sure a craftsmon as talented as you would have a design for a shield for our legions to defend themselves. Or, indeed, if you have an attacking purpose intended for this alloy as well. If Lord Daemon could see the purpose to where his secret alloy would go to, I'm sure he will send it toward your projects."
With that, Archon was hoping to calm Vulcanusmon down and gain access to his designs. And, hopefully, a sample of the alloys too. Although that would involve meeting Daemon himself, and Archon wasn't sure if he was prepared for that.
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