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The City of Dark Stone [Complete]
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Post by Yuko Himura on Oct 2, 2019 9:50:44 GMT
Yuko and Jokermon were in the Dark Area, or as the Japanese speaker called it, Digimon Hell! To begin with, it was weird that they called it ‘Jigoku’ in one language, but Dark Area in another. Perhaps they didn’t wanna scare tourists away, but the hellish landscape and horrific atmosphere didn’t make it much of a tourist spot to begin with. However, the place they had found themselves in was decidedly less hellish than the rest of the Dark Area…
Deeplane City, a newly founded, underground metropolis that had recently opened its doors to visitors and new residents alike. Exiting the Trailmon station, they would find themselves at Deeplane’s northern district, which was by far the most densely built and populated section. The streets were no doubt filled with hundreds of Digimon and even some humans who wished to see this brand new city for themselves.
“I didn’t like that Trailmon. It was creepy as hell, and its red eyes were staring right into my soul. I liked the fish Trailmon in Whitewater better…” Yuko whined as they left the station, but she soon was distracted and awestruck by the dozens of obsidian skyscrapers that towered above them. “Woah! Everything is black… Awesome!” “It’s not ‘awesome!’” Jokermon argued, pouting in an exaggerated manner. “What’s with all this… order, and peace, and prosperity? They’re doing it wrong! The Dark Area is supposed to be chaotic and lawless!” The demonic jester ranted like a grumpy old man that hated anything new and innovational. The teenage Tamer shrugged. “I think it looks cool… in a creepy but good sort of way.”
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Post by Akemi & Anzu on Oct 3, 2019 0:05:08 GMT
While it was entirely suspicious that it took her cohorts this long to truly complete the city and usher it forward from a construction site, Anzu was rather thrilled to see the fruits of the labors wrought by the DexDorugamon hive that the Council so laboriously enslaved subjugated a year ago firsthand.
The Mephistomon X was minding her own business, and traversing the rather strangely underground and entirely three-dimensional construct that the city was. She hadn't quite figured out where was where yet, was this...the northern area? Yes, it likely was. Nonetheless, the tamer and the joker of a partner could hear the audible clattering of hooves behind them.
"I suppose you do bear a point, jester, yet, unmoderated chaos leads to ruin. The Dark Area requires -some- law and order in places, no?" The beast spoke, before tilting it's skull for a head upwards. "Besides, isn't it pretty like this? Chaos would end up ruining my compatriots' work."
...What exactly came to trouble these two?
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Post by Yuko Himura on Oct 3, 2019 8:33:13 GMT
One would have to forgive Yuko for not immediately noticing the sound of… hooves drawing closer? Deeplane’s somewhat eldritch atmosphere was making her a tad dizzy. It was like the buildings themselves were perfectly Euclidean in their geometry, but the laws of physics didn’t quite get the memo. It was nothing too obstructive, but it would take some time for her body to get used to it.
“The huntress!” Jokermon’s white face became a mask of horror, but he soon squinted his eyes, as he took a better look at the Mephistomon X. “No, you’re not her… Top of the morning to you, Madame Goat! I’m the Clown Prince of the Dark Area, so I should know a thing or two about the beauty of true, unadulterated chaos!” She greeted the caprine-looking Digimon, bowing as a stage actor did to their audience.
“A satanic goat with a skull for a face… Dude, that’s so freaking metal!” Yuko exclaimed, her pierced face beaming with joy. Sure, the Dark Area was an awful, horrible place, but on the other hand she was a sucker for gothic imagery.
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Post by Akemi & Anzu on Oct 3, 2019 13:12:10 GMT
One could not be blamed for the general atmosphere of Deeplane being more than a little mesmerizing. The skull-faced Mephistomon glanced to Joker, tilting her head in apparent confusion at who the huntress was before it all clicked for her. It was then that the demon erupted into laughter!
"Oh, no, of course I'm not. She's my cousin--I predate her by more than a few years. No, I'm the former cult leader. Besides, I'm not as...sultry as she can be." ...One could also be forgiven for mistaking Anzu for the huntress, too. They did, of course, look exactly the same at this level. "My name's Anzu. Whether or not that name's familiar to you is of no consequence to me." She opted to return the bow.
"Mmm...Yes, I do like this form a lot better than the disguise I've been wearing for the past year. It's got it's own charm to it, you know? Myself aside, what brings you down to our lovely, recently-finished neck of the Dark Area, my friends~?"
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Post by Yuko Himura on Oct 3, 2019 14:33:24 GMT
“Your cousin?” Jokermon raised his nonexistent eyebrow at that, taking a long, hard look at the female Mephistomon X from head to toe. Well… hoove, not toe, but you get the picture! He nodded to himself all affirmative like. “Yes, indeed… You don’t have the same femme fatale charm as her. You don’t have the ‘I want that mon to abuse me’ look. In fact, you hardly have any charm to speak of.”
Yuko didn’t want to know what kind of ‘abuse’ the absolute mad clown was referring to. She REALLY didn’t want to know! Well, she figured she might as well introduce herself to this Anzu, yet another Digimon that used its own name. “I’m Yuko, and Jokermon is my partner… but you probably figured that out already. And we’re not here for any specific reason. We’re just visiting.”
“I was trying to get in touch with my old minions.” The Clown Prince added, puffing his chest with pride. “If I could bring IceDevimon, MarineDevimon and the other ne'er-do-wells back together, there would be fun times to be had! But, I doubt any self-respecting Nightmare Soldier would stick around in a nice place like this.”
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Post by Akemi & Anzu on Oct 4, 2019 2:31:34 GMT
"Yes, my cousin! Everyone mistakes me for her because we look exactly the same. I'd be tempted to call them racist if it weren't kind of true." If there were any capability for the skull-faced demon to frown, then one could reasonably assume she was doing so. "I disagree with the latter half of your statement, however. How...crude."
A little hypocritical, considering this was Anzu speaking, but it's not like she said anything worse, did she? "Ah, a simple visit. That's wondrous. I welcome you to the city I helped build with open arms then, Yuko." The Mephistomon X spoke, before turning to Jokermon with a tilted head. "...Are -all- your minions just different Devimon? And you'd be quite surprised at that. They're Nightmare Soldiers, not something as barbaric as...I don't know, vagabonds. Quite a few like a loose bit of structure in their lives." A pause.
"That said, I wouldn't discount this place. Poke around enough, you may just find what you're searching for. The city's an oyster."
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Post by Yuko Himura on Oct 4, 2019 8:52:18 GMT
Yuko was still trying to figure out who this ‘huntress’ was that Anzu kept referring to as her cousin. She was lucky enough to find out that Digimon reproduced asexually, but that only made familial relationships like cousins even harder to figure out. Instead of questioning it, the young Tamer simply smiled and shook her head politely.
“The city you helped build, hmm?” Jokermon squinted his one visible eye at that, examining the goat-woman with a look of suspicion and disbelief. Her next question made the clown smile. “Why yes! Devimon species are very flexible. They can adapt to any sort of environment, and always follow the Virus code of dishonor! Of course, I also had Numemon slaves back in my glory days. And an army of Vilemon. Wouldn’t leave home without them!”
The Japanese delinquent’s dismay was evident while the Demon King spoke so nonchalantly about his former life as an evil overlord. “Uuuuuhh… Yeah… Anyway, you probably know this place a lot better than we do. Any places worth checking out? We don’t really plan on staying here for more than a day.” She asked the Mephistomon X.
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Post by Akemi & Anzu on Oct 7, 2019 5:24:11 GMT
"Yes. The city I helped build. The DexDorugamon workers you might have seen around answer to me. Lovely boys, if you exclude the former alpha. Filthy tamer-killer and all." The ewe nodded her head some. "I'm familiar with the...adaptability of the Devimon species--I had the displeasure of being enemies with a gang of pirates that included one, but such a tale is lost to time."
The Mephistomon X took a pause as Jokermon went on about his days as an evil overlord--Numemon slaves? "...Hmmm. While I can respect the use of Vilemon infantry--they're rather effective little goblins, I must inquire. Why Numemon? What purpose could those even serve?" She asked of the clown before she turned her attention to Yuko. "There are quite a few! Though, I'm a bit biased. If you seek a place to stay, then looking around the district we're in, North, is advisable. Otherwise, the entertainment is house in the east and westernmost districts. Quite a lot of junk food to be found there--and burgers."
The Mephistomon took a pause. "...Rats, now I hunger." She murmured. "I should also mention the eastern district holds parks, while the west holds an onsen. That's what sets them apart, truly."
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Post by Yuko Himura on Oct 7, 2019 8:29:01 GMT
“Pirates? Sounds like them, alright! Swashbuckling rapscallions they arrrre! Bahahahaha!” Jokermon affirmed, stretching his ‘r’ to sound like a pirate himself, and laughing loudly afterwards. “As for Numemon, they’re great working hands! And I assure you, they do have hands. A lot of people don’t know that.” He added in his know-it-all tone and mannerism. “Can you two not talk so casually about slavery?” Yuko interrupted the two demonic Digimon. Given how their species were kinda predisposed to being jerks, she doubted they would listen, but they needed to get themselves back on track.
Anzu explained in a few words the various services and attractions Deeplane City had to offer. It sounded like the city really was massive after all. It probably was as big as Whitewater, if not bigger. The young Tamer nodded in gratitude. “Thanks, Anzu-san. I dunno if I’d stay here for the night. This place feels… trippy. Also, we’re kind of in a hurry to get to Terminus City, right Jokah?” She cast a sideways glare at the evil clown. “Junk food sounds nice though. It’d be great to eat some actual meat after eating nothing but fruit for the last two days. What’s meat even made of in this world?” The girl asked curiously… but also worriedly.
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Post by Akemi & Anzu on Oct 12, 2019 17:29:44 GMT
"No, it wasn't them." Anzu confirmed, quite uncharacteristically simply, before the ewe regarded Yuko with a simple "Okay." Talking about old times never did enthuse her that much. At least, that far back. "That's genuinely understandable. The city is...it's own phenomenon. Only reason I'm so accustomed to it is because I practically live here when my tamer decides to drop by."
...This thing had a tamer?
"Meat apples." Anzu answered Yuko's question in two words that you generally don't want to hear together. "Literal meat apples. Good thing about them is you can cook them. So, apple steak exists. Personally, however, I prefer the forbidden fruit. The burger. Shall I guide you to such a thing, my guests?" After a brief pause? "And probably the Trailmon station too. I included the former because, as I said, I'm a bit hungry now."
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Post by Yuko Himura on Oct 13, 2019 9:25:19 GMT
“The city is its own phenomenon? That… doesn’t explain much.” Yuko frowned, feeling more confused than before. She would have taken a simpler explanation, like it being the Dark Area’s bad juju that made her feel all wonky, but this city seemed to function on its own rules independently of the Dark Area.
The multicolor-haired girl wouldn’t have much time to ponder about it, however, as something the Mephistomon-X said caused her to gasp in shock. “Wait! You have a Tamer?! Who are they? And why do you live separately.” She asked. “Unlucky them, getting the least charming of the two cousins.” Jokermon snidely remarked.
And Anzu continued to provide yet more answers about the Digital World that only bred more questions. “Meat apples…? How the hell does that even work? Know what, never mind. Just get us to the burger place.” “We just came from the Trailmon station. Finding our way back shan’t be much of a challenge. Nourishment is more important, and my Tamer here could stand to gain a few extra pounds.” Jokah said, poking Yuko’s skinny arm.
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Post by Akemi & Anzu on Oct 18, 2019 17:50:38 GMT
"Essentially speaking, there's a few things about the city that are exclusive to it and it alone. I...can't explain much more than that, I'm afraid." In a sense, it -was- bad juju. Just the bad juju was not that bad at all and just focused around here. "And yes! I do have a Tamer, buuuut she's working at the moment. We do live together, honest, but I'm by my lonesome most of the time. Plus, she doesn't know about the cousin, so shut your clownhole!" Anzu quickly snipped right back at Joker at the conclusion of her explanation.
And yet, there was ever more thing to enlighten them about. "I have never questioned it. It just works." She turned and began walking in a particular direction. "And yes, your poor tamer could stand to gain a pound or two. Poor girl looks skeletal...Have -you- even been feeding her?"
As they walked, one could see a fair number of other digimon some would consider malignant in nature, yet they were...perfectly orderly. It seemed surreal. And in time, a few places one could procure foods at would be able to be noted among/near the rabble. In particular...
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A Dendy's. It was exactly what you might think it was.
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Post by Yuko Himura on Oct 18, 2019 19:38:01 GMT
For some reason, Anzu kept her family connections a secret even from her own Tamer, since she warned Jokermon to not say a word about it to anyone. “Of course! Does this look like the face of someone who would betray a friend’s trust?” The demonic jester responded with a rhetorical question, while smiling a big, not that trustworthy smile.
As the trio took to the crowded, yet surprisingly orderly streets, the two demons joked at Yuko’s expense, saying that she was thin to the point of being skeletal. “Okay, I’m not THAT thin! Besides, your head is literally a skull, so shut up!” The human girl complained, while consciously checking out her own figure. In truth, she was a bit skinny even by Japanese standards, and her chest size left a lot to be desired. Heck, even Mephistomon-X had her beat on that front, sporting a sizable bosom… for a goat.
Issues of minor body shaming aside, their trip to the burger place was uneventful. Upon walking into the local ‘Dendys’, Yuko picked a vacant table for their oddball group, and skimmed through the menu… before realizing that she couldn’t read it. “Right, Digimoji.” The delinquent sighed, handing one menu to Jokah and another to Anzu, and waiting for them to make their orders first. “By the way, what’s your Tamer’s name? Even if she’s away now, there’s a chance we might run into her in the real world.” Yuko asked the friendly satanic goat-woman.
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Post by Akemi & Anzu on Oct 21, 2019 7:39:32 GMT
Anzu's secretive nature was...honestly par the course for her and her alone. "Mmm...Sincerely speaking, it's debatable. Still, I'd rather not have her find out that I of all people have family." It did seem as though her commentary on Yuko's figure sparked a bout of self-consciousness. Which, while not...bad? (At least Anzu wasn't sure if that was good or not, it likely wasn't), still elicited a "That's fair." from the goat. "It's only a skull in -this- form, mind you." While they sat at a table at the local Dendy's (which is totally not a Wendy's), Anzu started to rifle through her menu, before she glanced between Yuko and Joker, particularly the latter. "Teach her how to read Digimoji sometime." The baphomet told the clown, before turning her attention to the delinquent. "Easy, Amaya Akemi. Or just Akemi. She's hard to miss--only person I know that wears a silly hat everywhere she goes." She nodnodded, "Anyways, fourth item's the one with bacon on it, if you need something to order." Speaking of orders? A creature most foul and vile trotted up to the group, beginning to address them. "H-Heww-" It then paused, and cleared it's throat. "Erherm. Hello, are you prepared to order?" It looked as though it were made of ingredients, FOOD ingredients at that, and wore a hat resembling that of the mystical borger. "I certainly am." Anzu glanced to Jokermon and Yuko. "You guys ready?"
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Post by Yuko Himura on Oct 21, 2019 10:37:18 GMT
“Digimoji is cancer.” Yuko grumpily replied, crossing her arms in front of her chest. “Aren’t children in Japan supposed to memorize hundreds of different characters?” The self-proclaimed Demon King remarked with a sly smile. “Hey, at least kanji makes some sense, unlike your god awful symbols.” The delinquent girl shot him a glare, before turning her attention back to Anzu, who revealed the identity of her own Tamer. She nodded in understanding. “Amaya Akemi, silly hat. Got it. If I even see a girl walking around in a sombrero, I’ll give her a tap on the shoulder.”
Speaking of cancer, a disturbing Digimon that looked like a combination between a shrimp and a burger came to take their order. Yuko looked worriedly at the little creature, wondering if THAT was what burgers in this world were made of. Jokermon was the first to order, closing the menu and sitting comfortably on the back of his seat, crossing one leg over the other. “Ah, yes. I would like one of your Beelzeburgers… In fact, make that two Beelzeburgers. The second one is for the lovely human sitting next to me.” “Is this the one with the bacon?” The teenage Tamer asked. “The Beelzeburger surpasses bacon!” The clown replied. “Impossible. Nothing can surpass bacon!” The girl stated.
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