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"Unfortunately, dictating your thoughts wouldn't help us in this matter."
Oh, Guru wished that he could explain, but it was hardly that easy. He'd instead lead on, feeling the sand shift beneath his feet as the two stepped out into the desert. The further they'd progress, perhaps, the more visages of that day would start to fill Silver's mind. The fight, inside that strange fortress, the masked man at the center of it all...
... And the sheer, brilliant glow of the lightning that came after.
As they would progress through the desolate sands, Guru would briefly turn as Silver asked another question. "Metal Drive. A team determined to do their best for the Digital World - even if their actions aren't wholly legal." He turned to face forward again. "As it stands now... hm?"
The weasel stepped forward, and recoiled back about an inch as the crackling of static electricity danced across the sands, scorching the end of his foot. He looked down at it, then forward, the storm roaring closer.
Silver didn’t know why it wouldn’t matter, it was his own mind. His own place; a place that was clean yet fractured in some places. That cursed mirror realm playing hell with much of his memory and playing hell with his emotions too. It didn’t help him at all as they closed in on the center of this place, the visions he experienced caused his body to twitch. Both here and in the ‘real’ which would maybe be surprising… or expected.
The painful flash.
The agonizing pain of every inch of him being incinerated line by line, number by number, layer by layer.
Up until he was just gone.
The mon’s finger’s were twitching and he felt a hollow breath in his chest; they were getting close to the center of the storm yes. The deep rumbling and the twisted skies. Layer of layer of cloud cover stopped their eyes from making progress on what they truly wanted. At the explanation of who they were there was a small bout of recognition here. He had heard about their activities if only barely.
Most angels considered them still outlaws didn’t they?
He didn’t really know, just some hushed conversations between patrons if they got brought up at all. Seeing the weasel getting scorched by the lightning the wolf stopped dead in his tracks. He felt his core beating in his chest, a hand coming up to grip at the exterior of it. And within the real? The same could be said, snapping free of that restraint as though it was paper mache. But it wasn’t to strike guru it was to clutch at his chest just like that representation in his mind.
”I… r-remember this day. It was the day that I died. D-died again and left the man I was supposed to guide nearly dead.”
His voice was hushed as the storm continued to approach, the lightning crackling through the sky and the ground itself seemed to pulse with a barely controlled fury. And somewhere up high? Was what Guru sought, some spindling lengths of data dancing through the clouds as a sleeping giant of sorts. Perhaps they weren’t at the center but the long reach of this creature’s body could be found even at the edge of the memory.
”T-tell me Guru. W-what is it that… That…”
The silvermon shuddered a bit and put a hand to his nose which had started to bleed, they were close to the source of what the weasel wanted to see but perhaps silver himself wasn’t ready for such an encounter yet judging by how his form was starting to shimmer and glitch out a bit...
It was clear that they weren't going to get much further.
Guru, having been inside of minds before, knew the signs. Each waver in the Silvermon's condition reflected itself in the space: the sand started to shift, and even the sky above started to split. The Reppamon noted the champion's worsening condition, and looked towards him, seeing that twitching body, fear built up in his chest. This was it:
This was the moment he died. The crackling storm neared, and his nose started to bleed. Rather than press on, the Reppamon looked to the Silvermon, eye-to-eye. Colors would shift around, a dizzying sensation filling the head - and just like that, they would be brought right back to the center, into the leafy clearing, the gate locking shut behind the wolf.
"That," Guru finally answered, "was the essence of your killer. The dragon god of the desert - the sovereign, Azulongmon."
To that, Guru would give a sigh - both excited and disheartened by the discovery. "... Which only makes you all-the-more important and vulnerable."
His form hurt, every lance of coding was shaking. He could feel himself unwinding, he could feel the world shaking. He could feel that splitting tearing moment of death creeping on him again. The crackling of that storm, the bleeding of his nose. The smell of death and the world shifted, he could feel those eyes of the reppamon meeting his but he didn’t see the reppamon. He only saw death; he only saw his death.
And just as quickly as they had arrived, they left. The gate of the wolf’s mind closing behind them with an agonized screeching and frustrated clanging of the gate locking. The silvermon taking what felt like was his first breath this whole time, it was short; pained and exasperated. His hand tightening on his chest as guru explained finally what that was.
The god of the desert, none other than the Dragon Sovereign… Azulongmon. Or at least it was his essence of sorts.
But that raised more questions, raised more impossibilities. The silvermon felt his shoulders sag as guru continued after that sigh. He was more important but vulnerable? The wolf brought a thumb up to his nose to wipe away the blood that he could feel still running down his ‘face’.
”What is the essence of my killer doing in my mind and… How does this make me important and vulnerable? I’m just a smith; heck I’m more a smith than I am a guardian or a scholar anymore.”
The silvermon felt his legs shaking underneath him and he’d bring a hand to his head. It was still hard to concentrate, it was getting harder to keep himself going. He could feel… those eyes on him, could feel the static around his body. He’d exhale again and put his hands on his legs as he tried to steady his breathing. He seemed to be doubled over but in ‘control’ in some way.
”So what now? I suppose you all aren’t just going to put me back where you found me…”
At the very least, Silver now had a few moments to level himself out. The Reppamon stretched out his back, carefully looking the champion level over as the relaxation flowed through Silver's body. He was out of the fire, yes, but it must not have been comforting to know that beast was buried so deep within his mind. What was it doing there - how long had it been wreaking havoc?
"I doubt Azulongmon intentionally imprinted on you. In fact, as I understand it, the attack wasn't even directed at you - you were just caught in its wake as it fought the D-Reaper." Guru sighed: "But an attack of that level could easily make its way into your data. What you are is of little importance... heck, this is barely a blessing."
Guru gave a sigh. That last point was unfortunately a difficult one:
"You can't go back to Luminas." Guru's voice was level. "We don't intend to keep you longer than we need - but there will be those in Luminas who would want to try and extract the lightning, use it for their own ends. Its why you were sought by us in the first place, after all - you'll have to learn to keep this under a low profile."
Silver ran a hand over his head and let out a smooth sigh, being away from that section of his mind where the intense presence of the sovereign’s essence was like a cool splash of water in comparison to the pain he had felt. The wolf’s ears flicked and he’d slowly furrow his brow. An unintentional imprinting from a powerful attack? It wasn’t unheard of, angels fell from grace all the time due to the virus types they fought; eventually succumbing to their baser desires. At least that was the story that went along with the seven sins…
”I remember little before the moment of my second death but what you say is certainly true.”
The silvermon’s head jerked as guru told him he couldn’t go back to luminas. He stared hard at the reppamon and felt a growl in his chest spread. This wasn’t right and they couldn’t keep him here! What was he to do about all the jobs he was getting? All the things he was crafting? The silvermon felt his anger rise and his hands twitched. The claws that were sheathed in the flesh sliding out slowly. It didn’t matter to him too much what they wanted with him.
”Can’t go back to luminas? Why not? It’s my home, The place that I lived before I died my first death. They welcomed me back, glad to have me! And what do you intend to do with this lightning hmm? What are you all going to do with me and this information? Try to use it to keep me docile or something?”
The silvermon was practically spitting out the words and the haze of anger could easily be seen in his mind. There was a curl in his lips and even if he didn’t mean it he was a few good inches from the reppamon’s face with his own.
”No one seemed to know before you lot came along; Luminas may of already known but chose to simply not address it. You can hardly know what this new government will do compared to that of the old guard who would have used me to destroy their enemies without a second thought.”
He knew the old guard. He knew how it was back in his time, where they waged war and were considering themselves a blessing to the world. He hadn’t been happy about the choices himself but he was just a smith at the time, working through things as they came… His anger continued to rise and he barked out a simple enough question.
”So tell me Guru why should I even consider your option or trust you lot when you stole me away from the home I had just returned to!? When you have given me absolutely no reason to! If anything you're just playing into the tales that they spin about your group with this!”
Guru's words were sharp. For the first time in this entire ordeal, the Reppamon was direct, the metallic tail showing a sharp crimson sheen as he gave Silver his terse, stern warning. "You put your trust in Luminas' government, but work as a smith. A weapons dealer - one that naturally deals with the shadows and the ne'er-do-wells. In Luminas, you tread constantly on the verge of the old Luminas. As new as the new government is - all the old one needs is a powerful symbol. A miracle, in another words, to put themselves right into power."
His voice became cold.
"And so that's where you are. A holder of a power you can't even use, waiting to be stolen by another."
The Reppamon would stare at him for a moment... then simply give a sigh, diverting his gaze away.
"I'm sorry. To be honest, this isn't a fate I'd wish on anyone."
Silver’s mouth firmly shut and he clicked his teeth together at the sharpness that the reppamon took with him. The silvermon knew this, he always knew this; old luminas had killed him for less. Had killed him for far far less. The wolf rubbing at his temples with a pair of digits. So what they were trying to do here is keep him out of the grasp of the older goverment….
”I’m aware of how old luminas was, I was around for it’s height of power back in the day. And yes. I put my trust in them because they were so open with what they wanted from me unlike the old ones. So you think I’d potentially be a way for them to gain power or whatnot.”
The silvermon flicked his ears, a holder of power that he couldn’t even use… Waiting to be stolen by another? Silver stayed quiet and turned his head back to his gate, staring at it quietly. He had the essence of a sovereign inside of him. Something that some could never claim or do much with. He’d look back to the reppamon and down to his hands, gritting his teeth slowly.
”Don’t patronize me when you’re holding a knife to my throat.”
Silver spoke with a bitterness that surprised even him and the former spirit dug his claws into his palms, growling softly.
”If I’m the holder of a power I can’t use; then I’ll change that. That… energy is worked into me, it wouldn’t be there if it wasn’t. I don’t want my power to be stolen by another again, I was a spirit before you know so I was used to it. Used to someone else holding what was rightfully mine.”
The silvermon wouldn’t let the reppamon just look away, reaching out to grab at them and if allowed would meet their gaze again.
”My fate was never in my hands before, and it continues to be that way. If you’re going to tell me all this you better have a damn good solution to make sure that this old guard never ends up with this power you all seem so afraid of.”
He was, of course, stolen from his home. Why should he heed the guidance and warning of his kidnappers? It was up to the Silvermon to come up with his own reasoning, his own decisions in this doubly precarious situation... and honestly, he handled himself admirably.
The wolf immediately berated the Reppamon for his 'kindness', earning a small 'tsk' from the armor Digimon. The Silvermon's next point, however, brought a glint to the Reppamon's eye:
If he couldn't use the power now? Then he'd learn how to use it.
"Hm... are you certain?" The Reppamon would feel himself briefly grasped upon, giving a push of his foreleg to distance himself again. "The power of a Sovereign is not so easy to manifest. It could very easily overwhelm you if channeled improperly - destroy you from within. Still, we wouldn't have bothered with this at all if it wasn't possible."
The weasel would nod. "We have the means. A facility able to hide your data signal, and the power to threaten it towards the surface. We can help you bring it to your own hands... but in turn?"
An absolute understatement of the century. He had lived for a long time, experienced death twice over, experienced corruption and watching the world through jaded eyes. He came with his own decisions, own reasonings. He would heed his kidnappers, understand what they said. It lined up with things of the past. Were their fears justified? Enough so to kidnap one that held a power that he could barely even understand?
With the reppamon pushing himself away the wolf found himself narrowing his eyes. Did he not like being close? With one being so invasive of other minds did they themselves not want that touch? That glare? The silvermon folded his arms.
”Nothing worth doing is ever easy. I’m a smith Guru. I craft, I consider. I lay out plans. I make things that shouldn’t exist. And these are things that are outside of me, not within me.”
Silver’s brow shot up and he’d frown lightly as the other explained they had a facility able to hide his data signal… and the power to pull the signal… that strength to the surface. A way of coaxing that strength into the wolves hands. He’d frown slightly as the reppamon came to the next step.
We would need it used for our own ends.
There it was, there it was in simplicity. The wolf stared quietly at the reppamon and after a few moments he’d turn his head to one side. Spitting on the ground and grumbling.
”Should of expected nothing less. But to hear you say it so bluntly… You have a deal in that regard but with one caveat.”
The wolves’ eyes flashed and he’d lean to look directly in the reppamon’s eyes. There was a painful hatred deep within them. Deep down there was a spark of revenge, spark of an absolute want.
”Out of the council, out of the panel of judges that cast me into the mirror. One is still alive. Fled luminas during the coup. But... I want him dead. By my hands. By your hands. I don’t care. But dead. Truly. Dead. Like his peers when they actually fought against the enemies of luminas and he cowered behind his betters.”
It didn't take long to get to the crux of it - and ultimately, it didn't take long for Silver to agree, albeit with one of his own conditions. Guru sat, listening intently. He desired an assassination, of one of the old members of Luminas' council?
The Reppamon considered it for a moment, before returning a nod. "We will need to know the specific details. Name, rank, location - but I believe my General's desires would be about the same as yours in that front. To that end..." He closed his eyes - and the space around them would start to vanish. In a moment, Silver would once more be floating through the void...... And, slowly, he'd find himself waking back up. He hadn't moved an inch, still tied to that chair, still a captive in what seemed to be a mysterious basement.
Angel's brow raised, however, as Guru moved behind the chair, and flicked the metal tail to cut through his bindings.
"I take that it went well?"
"We've made a deal, at least." Another quick cut would free his feet, and Angel would sigh, standing up to stretch out her back. "Alright, fine. I'll tell Volt to cook for one more in the mess hall, then. And boy, you're going to be in for quite a trip with us, wolfy."
To cut a deal with those that took him from his home, to likely not see it for quite some time. The silvermon rubbed his jaw and blinked a bit as the reppamon gave him their answer. A name. A rank. A location. The silvermon knew two of these, not the third. But he’d give them a small nod.
”I know two of those three and I suppose they would be. Tch…”
Silver shifted a bit and found himself floating in that void; a void he recognized and hated. One that he had once fallen into endlessly, tumbling along without any chance at freedom. The same very void and nothingness that had led to the form he was using right now.
Waking back up the silvermon shifted in his seat, feeling those bindings. He was groggy and groaning a bit. He would of put a hand to his head but he was still bound… Only for a few moments thankfully where guru cut his bindings. Allowing the silvermon to rub at his head, he could feel that building headache.
”A deal I’m likely going to regret eventually… The devil you don’t know I think is the saying?”
Silver shifted and stood up, rubbing at his wrists then rubbing at his ankles. The wolf flicked his ears and looked to the fox as she gave some more information. Volt? Another one of their members? He pondered exactly what they were and hearing that he would be in quite the trip he’d sigh.
”I’m almost afraid to ask but I’ll bite. How so foxy?”
She called him wolfy, he’d call her foxy. Simple enough until he knew her name. He knew guru’s and would adhere by it but without hers he needed something to go by. That and he figured that if she didn’t have a name… it’d be fox, renamon or rena.
Something that probably would be fairly notable is that one set of eyes were on guru, one set of eyes were on Angel and the last? Was scanning their surroundings. If there was one thing this form seemed to be good on was multiple angles... Would make his work as a smith even more accurate given the multiple sets of eyes! Or more strange!
"Hm... I think its 'The devil is in the details', or something to that effect. I'm not too knowledgeable on human sayings."
That aside, it seemed that the three of them were at least able to reach a temporary truce. Angel's ear flicked at being called foxy, a growl building up in her chest - but she shoved it down. "Angel." She made that very clear. "And as for 'how', I'm not entirely sure yet. I'm the brawn of this place, not the brains - you'll know what we're up to as far as your 'dragon data' after you have a chance to talk to our general."
"Speaking of, where is he?"
"Hm... right now, he should be in the back, working on the project. Right, come this way, Wolfy."
She'd tilt her head to follow - but was not too specific on the details. Were they meeting the General now, or was this related to the mess hall? They'd turn the hall, go around to make a left turn, and open up a side room.
... A cot. A small dresser. A dingy light swaying above them. And, somehow, a functional sink.
"Its not much, but you can do what you want with it. With how much time you'll need to be around here... well, you'd better get used to it."
The silvermon gave a small shrug and found himself flicking his ears at hearing the other’s name. Guru and angel huh? They also had someone named volt. Quite a merry crew wasn’t it? The wolf shifted slightly as she said she was just the brawn, not brains. But silver wasn’t quite sure about that. Guru had shown a level of intelligence that put him in that bracket, angel herself was snarky enough too. At least that’s the vibe he got from her.
He’d add quietly yet firmly. If she wanted to be called by name she should definitely use his else he’d just use that particular medium. He didn’t much care what he called who, wolfy, foxy, weasel… Whatever.
The mon seemed a touch confused but followed after the two of them. He didn’t know what they meant there, he didn’t really understand how these two were able to fuse at a lower level. Nor was he even sure what their abilities entailed. At the side room being opened to him… A cot. A small dresser and a swinging light swaying above them. His eyes took in all of it very quickly. The sink earning a soft snort from him as the wolf tested it.
”Ironically… it’s about the same amount of things I had back in luminas. I focused mostly on my smithing.”
Sure the cot was a bed and the dresser was twice the size… the only real proper difference is that his light was a bedside one instead of a ceiling light. He’d have to pick something up somewhere. He ran his hand along the cot and frown a bit, turning his head to the other two. He seemed like he was going to ask a question but… he’d just kind of shrug.
”I somehow guessed I’d be here a while after that little chat anyways. Gonna show me around a bit then? Maybe meet your... General was it?”
Angel nodded. She might have been brash, but tic-for-tac, she understood how this would work if she did otherwise - and she wasn't going to start a fight just for the sake of starting one. The wolf seemed content enough with his cot, Angel not caring much for how his accommodations were before. To that last comment, though, the fox shook her head. "Get yourself situated in here. You might not feel it, but it is close to 10:00 PM down here... hm. I will see about getting you a clock to help notice that." On that, Angel would give a yawn.
"... In about twenty minutes or so, our General will come here to meet you. Don't wander - the bathroom is out to the left if you need it."
With that, she would leave, and the door would close. Silver, for the first time in a long while, would be left to his own thoughts, without the addled sense of being hit in the back of the head... and, as promised? After a relatively short time, twenty minutes or so, the door would knock - and the Renamon would return. Standing behind a much different-looking figure.
A human - or, rather, something in the shape of a human. It was a bit hard to tell what the man was, hiding behind a theater mask, and wearing an equally ridiculous cape. He could be noticed as the black Renamon's tamer, back in the circus tent - and the man would address Silver with a nod. "Azulongmon's accidental heir, then?"