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Post by Deleted on Feb 2, 2020 2:17:08 GMT
Things had been going smoothly for them lately.
No big pushes, no big plans for the immediate future. Just the slow build that he so wanted; that he so craved. The black renamon-x had his reasons for taking things slow; for being cautious. His one dangerous step had been trusting bell but that had turned out for the better. She wanted somewhere to hide, somewhere she could lay low and do her work without restriction. So he was to provide that and she’d provide him with an invaluable skill set.
Sure for now he had to make sure that everything was flowing well enough, ranging from money to supplies. It wasn’t easy when some of the digital world was harsh on you even if you were being civilized. But he strode forward with confidence, well. He didn’t stride forward, herald did just that for him. Her confidence and poise was something that he really was thankful for. Her deal breaking and casual handling of those that would wrong them was something he didn’t know what he’d do without.
Sometimes he felt like a child around her. But that was nothing new as she was much older than he was… even if they were tied at the core it was kind of obvious his lack of experience. But she was an enabler for sure!
Skald ran a cloth over his bar, taking stock of the few customers he had. It was winding down for the night; most of their customers had left due to a party that had occurred earlier. It was one of the first that he had and it certainly was worth it. He knew at least one of the rooms was a mess that needed to get cleaned but… That was just an hour of ‘his’ time.
The renamon shifted and poured himself a small glass of water, waving to one of his regulars as they stepped out. Just two more mons left in the entire building that weren’t under his payroll. One was a spadamon that was currently passed out against the side of his booth. Too many snaphs for someone that didn’t have much tolerance… and the other?
Well some wizened old coot that had come in just a few minutes ago; he wasn’t a regular and he wasn’t from around here. But he wanted a drink so what was the renamon-x supposed to say to the older mon? Heck they didn’t even stay around long enough to break thirty minutes. They’d leave quickly and noting that they had tipped well the renamon-x wondered who they even were. It was rare enough that a dramon type came to his bar but… even rarer that they were older. Most old dragons preferred to stay in the valley from what he heard.
"Gertrude could you relocate our guest? Upstairs and second room should be fine. I don't want him to stay like that for too long."
"On it boss."
Skald watched her take care of his last customer for the even, easily carrying the little lion upstairs and leaving skald to his own devices. Really it was just sipping some water. Leaning against the bar and mulling over the plans he had. Nothing grand. Nothing great. Just simple little things. Expanding their hold on the area around them... Buying buildings one by one and seeing what they could gain.
What footholds they could find in this minefield before they were found out. If they were ever properly found out. They weren't doing anything truly illegal; not yet. He didn't want to risk the guards coming down on them all... not without a lot of back up.
"Hmm.. maybe closing once the spadamon wakes is a good idea.."
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Post by Dr. Mikemon on Feb 2, 2020 2:52:42 GMT
Even playing careful didn't remove all of the risk. Sometimes, the smallest wrinkle - or even the possibility of a wrinkle - could be the start of an entire, grand tapestry becoming undone.
Stingmon didn't think much of it a week ago. He had a few errands to run for the doctor in Terminus, so the insect decided to pick up a bottle of scotch on his way out. To Skald, it probably seemed standard. But something felt 'off' to the insect. Whoever that black fox was, the data signal felt familiar. K? Wisemon? A Demon Lord? He couldn't tell - and it eventually came up in casual conversation with Dr. Mikemon. Just to cover his bases?
Mikemon decided to investigate, himself. About one block away from the bar, the demon cat pulled his cloak up, letting his good cover his head as he walked down the seedy block. He'd push open the door with his shoulder, right into that tavern. If Skald looked his way, he'd just give a nod to the barkeep, and would pull himself right up to the counter.
"... Devi Bomb. Dry."
He placed his order, taking a quick glance at the bar, before he'd just look down at his claw, eyes half closed. The doctor had to be careful here. If everything was normal, he could just get a couple of drinks and walk out, satisfied that the lead was a bust.
But if this turned out to be something else? He had to be very careful not to drag himself into a mess he couldn't get out of.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 2, 2020 3:06:00 GMT
The renamon-x knew this well, knew that his carefully laid out plans could be unraveled. That was why he had contingencies, had solutions. Had the patience. He hadn’t even thought much of the stingmon’s visit. He had chalked it up to a very standard visit that just sold some scotch to some bug. He hadn’t seen them before sure but it didn’t matter; he didn’t need to put too much thought into the bug. Nothing had come from it; no one had kicked down his doors for whatever reason. The black fox had written them off completely.
K’s data signal was one that you would never forget. The wisemon followed closely and well… the demonlord’s weren’t exactly things you could mimic very easily or so passively. His signal being a petridish of several others likely made it all the more strange to those that would know any of them.
Hearing the door open the renamon-x stopped leaning on his bar, quietly looking to whom had come in. A mikemon? He’d scratch under his chin and return the nod. Shifting his own drink to sit on the cabinet behind him. The large mirror that took up a good chunk of the wall making it easy for the mikemon to see the careful swish of his tails or the minute flicks of his ears even if he wasn’t looking right at him.
”Right away.”
The order came and was quickly delivered, a gentle little spin of a bottle and the top was popped off without any real struggle. His voice was soft, soothing. Gentle. But full of control. Not unlike his mother’s. The way he seemed to handle himself was far too coordinated for someone that had just started this gig.
Mikemon would find that his drink was in front of him before even a few seconds had passed. The bottle quickly gaining a new cork of sorts, one that was made for easy access. The mikemon had been the only one to order the stuff today so he had to open a whole new bottle. The barkeep turned to place the bottle near where he had put his drink; next to a bucket full of ice that sat inside a small hole. It was large enough for a bottle to sit in it comfortably and chill if someone wanted it.
The black renamon-x shifted and returned to cleaning, though his voice quickly rose up. Having just a single customer and a new one at that meant that he could talk without much restraint.
”Haven’t seen you around before. New to the area?”
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Post by Dr. Mikemon on Feb 2, 2020 3:17:41 GMT
At the very least, a Mikemon wasn't too out of place here. The species qualified as a 'demon beast', after all, and the doctor was reasonably certain that he wasn't the only one of his kind in the underground.
It helped him fit in. With the few seconds that Skald turned his back, the doctor spared a small glance in Skald's direction, attempting to get a quick scan of his data. He was actually a bit impressed by how quick that drink was put down in front of him, so he didn't get much of a reading in the first few seconds.
... Just roll with it. He'd pluck the glass between his claws, and would take a swig, pushing a bill onto the table to start a tab. Tch... there's just something about this...
If he could get a look at Skald through his crystal, he'd get a full picture. But what, how was he supposed to manage something like that without looking suspicious? No, he had just to rely on his own eyes this time. Hearing Skald address him, the cat would shake his head, looking towards the barkeep.
Once more, he'd try and get a scan on his data, hoping to distract from his half-covered eyes with his conversation: "This bar is newer to this place than I am. Can't say I've seen much of you here, either."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 2, 2020 3:31:12 GMT
Thankfully skald didn’t much care for who or what walked into his bar as long as they paid and didn’t cause trouble. A demon, a angel or even a robotic mon could find some friends here. The renamon-x shifted and ran a cloth over the bar. The first initial scan would reveal that he was fairly young, easily only a few months old. His surface data wasn’t even that deep.
The barkeep flicked an ear, noting the tab and giving a small nod of his head. He’d keep that tab in mind as he worked. It wasn't hard as it was only one drink and the way that the system he had was in place. The little pad near him gave a small beep at the opening of a new tab with the amount flicking on the screen.
The renamon seemed like he was relaxed, amused even. The younger picked up his own glass and took a small sip. He was constantly scanning his surroundings, mostly keeping his eyes near the door or the stairs as he was always looking for the new customers or returning ones. That or a worker of his. Seeing gertrude peek her head down he’d make a small motion for her to continue on her business which returned a small thumbs up.
Certainly another scan wouldn’t be hard, skald didn’t even know what the mikemon was doing. Didn’t really care either. It wasn’t hard to see that he was just here to serve drinks. It wasn’t like his own data was compromised. If that was the case the mikemon would find a very nasty fighter on the other side of the bar!
”Ah! Yes. Well. I only recently came into ownership of it and the apartment above it. Seemed like a reasonable place to start no?”
There was a soft chuckle and the renamon would finish his own drink, pouring himself a small helping of water from the small minifridge under the bar. His ears flicking a few times as the other commented on how they hadn’t seen much of him either. He’d shake his head and manage a soft smile. That smile. The same disarming smile that she had.
”Ah well. I’m fairly young, if only a few digital months. Six I think at the most? I don’t keep track too well with that sort of thing. Age doesn’t seem to matter all too much around here.”
The first layer was definitely the renamon’s. Definitely K’s. Definitely a smattering of that pure hearted data. It was calming, gentle and it was something that skald wore easily.
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Post by Dr. Mikemon on Feb 2, 2020 6:04:24 GMT
Drinking on the job, huh...
This Renamon was definitely relaxed. As far as Mikemon could tell, he hadn't caught onto either scan, nor did he think it was strange for the doctor to be there. "Honestly, I wouldn't recommend starting in the dregs if you could help it... but you're lucky to at least be above the surface."
He didn't share that chuckle. In fact, he had to fight the urge to bite his lip as he reached a very familiar data signal at the surface. K's signal, of all things - could that even be right? He knew for a fact that her data was reconstituted into Silence's egg... had some of it managed to split off into the wild? If that was simply the case, then this black Renamon would just be an innocent, unknowing benefactor.
... But it was a hint that there was something else that might have been wrong. Six months - that about lined up with K's death, so it was likely that it was somewhat related to the event. "Just six months, huh? You must have already seen the rough of it..."
He led the conversation in a way where it was natural for the cat to be looking at him. Once more, he tried to peer deeper into his data. He was more insistent this time - which made his gaze more direct, and somewhat more intense. "You sure this is what you should be doing?"
He acted like a belligerent old man, scolding the youth. Surely that would work?
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Post by Deleted on Feb 2, 2020 6:20:10 GMT
The renamon-x didn’t really seem to mind the conversation nor did he seem to pick up on the scanning. The mon paused when the other suggested that he shouldn’t be starting in the dregs. He’d look around and sigh a little bit; rubbing at one of his ears before letting out a small barking laugh.
”Out on my own away from the rest of the world I had to make some compromises. Signed a few documents. People are more accepting if you start small and in an area like this. They figure if you can’t cut it that the place will eat you up. But around here, people are just glad for a place they can be safe. I provide a place they can feel like that even if it’s for a few hours.
Skald didn’t really mind talking about this place or how he came about it. Sure the signing was correct but there was also some political nonsense he had to get into. The mon sipped softly at his glass. It was far too much to be vodka and far too calm to be liquour. Was it soda? Water? Likely the latter but around here it could be anything. Flicking an ear he’d consider what he had gone through.
”Near the start it was kind of rough. But I’d say I got lucky. Have a few people that are loyal and a sister that’s definitely better with people than I am.”
It was light talk, Herald wasn’t a proper relative. If anything their cores were just magicked together through the one instance and refused to be separated from that. The renamon-x turned to the back cabinet. Noting that the mon hadn’t been drinking. What was he here for? Information? Probably about him. He was just giving the mon the little things that he told everyone. Made it easy… He met that intense gaze with his own eyes through the reflection. The deep blue furrowing slightly.
”Heh. I’m sure. Not much else that I can see myself doing. It’s peaceful and I like that.”
It was one hell of a lie too; whatever he was trying it was holding the conversation and making it easy for the other to scan him. Deeper he would find a very thin layer. An incredibly thin layer that would send chills down those that knew what he was.
The same little tinge of data from that dark area. It was so thin it basically wasn’t even there for a good chunk of that layer. The renamon’s ‘mother’s data filling in. And past that?
A mon that the mikemon would know well, would of heard nothing but the worst about. It was such a dark place, a dark core. It was that of pitch. That of the wisemon. Laced with the data of the meicrackmon that had called K’s body her home.
This mon that was standing in front of him was pure evil. So much so that it was impossible to believe that he was here just for peaceful intentions. The face that he put on was something that he used to work… but what could he possibly be doing out in the dregs? The culture wasn’t something he’d survive long term in… unless that wasn’t his plan to stay in this area.
”What about you eh? If this establishment isn’t older than you and you’ve been around how come I haven’t seen you before? And what do you think you’re doing with yourself to question what I’m doing? Not attacking your reasoning for the question just curious is all.”
The renamon turned his head, he looked kind of lazy. Kind of relaxed. Was that a face too? There was that soft look that K had yes but barely underneath was that of a killer. A planner. Someone that was definitely in control of themselves but… they were so damn evil. So corrupted by that nature.
If K saw this mon she would of been rolling in her grave…
But seeing all this lined it up perfectly for the mikemon. He had a second son. An individual that wasn’t related to him what-so-ever but still… needed guidance.
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Post by Dr. Mikemon on Feb 2, 2020 7:02:11 GMT
"..."
Before, it was already tough for Mikemon to hold his composure. But as he looked deeper into that data, he found his will tearing at the seams. His nose visibly furrowed - the cat hiding it behind a small sneeze - as nearly every word that the Renamon said simply bounced off of his ears. 'Peaceful'? What he wanted to do here was 'peaceful'?
The cat wasn't buying it. He knew that data: an absolutely wicked soul resided within that Wisemon, one that they had already sought out to remove from the world. Beneath that polite barkeep stood a much more evil soul, an evil potential... and it wasn't something he could wholly ignore.
"Tch." The cat finished his drink, and withdrew a piece of paper from his glove. "The underground's far deeper than you think, young'n. But if you want some advice, then be careful what rocks you end up turning over."
He scribbled something on that paper, and with his payment, slipped it over to the Renamon before walking out the front door. In all, it might have been easy to write him off as a crazy, potentially 'senile' old-timer who was having a bad day.
That was, until Skald would read the Digital Script scrawled on that note.
Meet me in the alley behind the bar in ten minutes, or I'm destroying your entire stock. A pointed threat, but Mikemon wasn't playing around. He went right to that meeting spot, cracking his knuckles, feeling his anger start to fume under his head. Right now, he even had the slight scent of a Demon Lord, not able to fully suppress his frustration at the entire ordeal.
He knew Skald would show up. And when he did... oh, he was going to explain everything. Or the cat was going to fully lose his temper in short order.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 2, 2020 7:12:44 GMT
The renamon flicked an ear, raising a brow as he wasn’t really sure what had the older mon up in a tizzy. Or at least what he presumed to be a tizzy. They looked upset about something. Maybe it was his answers? Skald sipped at his drink as he let the mikemon think or proccess what he said.
It was that first sound that brought to mind that something was amiss. He’d frown lightly as he heard the other give him advice. He knew that he was only scratching the surface of things; he knew that he was still young and… It was strange that the other was giving him this sort of advice. He’d furrow his brow and turn to speak.
But the mon was quick on the draw. Paying his tab and slipping that paper across to him. The mon stared at the paper; watching the mon leave his establishment. There wasn’t much he could do other than read the paper. Opening it up he felt his core stiffen in his chest after a moment.
”...Tch is right… Wonder who this ass is… Gertrude! Close up and get the spada back to his den! I’ve got business to attend to.”
The only thing he’d hear was a grunt from upstairs before shoving that note into his pocket. Stepping outside the renamon glanced one way then the next. He’d growl to himself and head to the back. He knew where the other was meeting and it wasn’t hard to pick up that pointed scent. One that challenged the little bit inside of him.
Mikemon would see that shadow of his figure materialize from the alley. The ‘back’ being a small private yard. One that had been meticulously cared for and treated with far more respect than many would expect from this place.
”Something tells me you’re not here for the bar. If you were we wouldn’t of exchanged pleasantries as we did. What is it that you want?”
Anger or not Skald was ready to defend himself and his ‘home’ from this person he knew nothing about. It was in his blood to fight, from one to the next in some way or another. If things got too heated well.. He knew that he’d be on his own. Barbus was out, Gertrude was still recovering and herald was… Taking care of business.
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Post by Dr. Mikemon on Feb 2, 2020 7:46:20 GMT
And there he was.
Apparently, threatening his lifeline was enough to draw this rat out of his hole. In this well-kept excuse for a yard, Skald rose to meet the doctor, and the cat would finally let his hood fall backwards. Well, not like he expected the fox to recognize him.
"Hmph. I can't tell if you know so little or if you're just dedicated to the act." The cat spat, bearing his fangs. "Around six months ago, one of the Digital World's greatest heroes met her end. A valiant knight, who took in a dark soul. With her passing, we made every assurance that the evil Wisemon's data would never come back to the surface."
He put it all out there at once, venom laced with every syllable. The cat was struggling to keep himself composed, his own aura as a demon lord beginning to 'flick' out from his form, taking the shape of a dark, red flame as it peeled past his frame.
"And look what I find. That very same data, loosely clad in a mere shell of that hero, trying to pass off as a down-on-his-luck barkeep in the most active city of the Digital World."
Another 'tch'. His arrows.
"So. From 'father' to 'son', fox: what scheme are you trying to pull, here?"
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Post by Deleted on Feb 2, 2020 7:56:00 GMT
Threatening his lifeline, threatening his way of life. This cat was standing in front of him and let that hood fall away. The renamon flicked his ears; there was no recognition. Very little confusion and somewhat of a strange stare coming from the fox all at once. But he allowed the digimon to speak; not like he wanted to start a fight here.
A knight who took in an evil soul? Met her end? They had made every assurance that the evil wisemon would never come back to the surface. Skald quirked his brow and tilted his head. He hardly saw what this had to do with him. Sure he was born about six month ago and was definitely the evil sort. But he wasn’t picked up, had no father. No true mother. None had come to greet him when he was born like many.
”You make it sound like I should know these people you speak of. This knight or this wisemon.”
The renamon scoffed at the mikemon and shook his head. Though feeling that… aura made the little tiny bit of that particular data rise up; take a moment of recognition. Just what was this old mon? He’d growl a bit and glance around the corner. What was this guy trying to do? Call everyone here?
Then he continued, how he found the very same data. Loosely clad in the shell of some hero. He wasn’t trying to pass off as a down on his luck barkeep. There was so much more than that and he’d grit his teeth to this ‘idea’.
”So I match some knight and some wisemon you knew of. And I’m not trying to pass myself off as a down on his luck barkeep. This world gives you nothing and takes everything from you every step of the way. I fought tooth and nail for what I have and I’m not about to have some… cat that I’ve never seen or met before tell me what’s what.”
There was irritation in his voice yes, no anger and certainly none of the venom that the mikemon was coming at him with. But hearing that last part he’d narrow his eyes a bit and clench his hands together.
”Father to son? Tch. Yeah right! I don’t have anything like a father or mother so don’t try to put some wool over my eyes and act like it after what you’ve just said or did back there. I’m not trying to pull anything. I’m just bloody trying to live right now and make sure that the people I take under my wing don’t find a blade to their throat in the middle of the bloody night!”
There was raw anger, raw emotion in those last statements. He cut his hand across himself like a knife and tapped at his chest. He was speaking from the heart there; his twisted and evil heart.
”And even if I was up to anything why would I tell some stranger that just came into my bar in the middle of the night? Especially someone so brazen enough to use whatever... aura that is! In the middle of the 'dregs' as you called them!”
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Post by Dr. Mikemon on Feb 2, 2020 21:42:08 GMT
"Tch."
There was... some reasoning to Skald's words. He could very well be truly innocent, merely an amalgamation of data that created a new species. Figurative saints had been born of killers before, and though Skald was likely no 'saint', would it really be fair for the doctor to judge him just on his genetic makeup?
Ordinarily, Mikemon would have backed off. But in this specific case, the doctor took a step forward.
"Trust me, the feeling is mutual. You're clad in the data of my former wife, and your core is constructed of her killer. I refuse to believe that you haven't heard of this Wisemon in passing: his tenacity almost caused the destruction of the wildlands, and put our world at risk. And even past that..."
The cat spat. "When he was merely loaded data in the knight's core, he still sought to corrupt her out from the inside. A malignant, cancerous will that lasted past his death. He's done it once, fox - if you're not him, you might very well be his next puppet. His next vessel. So there's only one thing I want you to do."
The cat would reach out to his left, wrist briefly vanishing as he reached 'somewhere', and he'd pull back a small, crystal sphere, its crimson color radiating with a dark aura all its own.
"Stay perfectly still, and let me peer into your core. If you truly have nothing to hide, then this shouldn't be an issue."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 3, 2020 1:31:45 GMT
Skald folded his arms; staring at the mikemon with some extreme doubt that was evident on his face. Where did this cat get off on trying to say he was related to this guy? One day he had just arrived at the village. No one seemed to know where he had come from and he was expecting the mikemon to back off. Not… what followed next.
Skald remained silent as he spoke. How he was clad in the data of the mikemon’s former wife and how his core was constructed of her killer. The renamon actually didn’t know much about the wisemon that he was talking about; just that he had caused a lot of strife and complicated a lot of situations in the past. But it was absurd to think that he was related to this wisemon. To this other mon’s wife.
He’d grit his teeth as the mikemon continued. So the wisemon had been loaded into the knight and he had sought to corrupt her from within? So he might try to do it to the fox here? He’d let out a small snort and shake his head. The other wanted to peer into his core? For what reason even? He’d open his mouth to speak; a low growl resonated through his throat.
”I owe you nothing. Why should I let you look into my core? You’re just some strange that’s spinning some massive tale to me. Sure I’ve heard of the wisemon you speak of but for me to be related to him, this knight and you seems a bit out of the ballpark.”
The renamon-x shifted and his tail lashed this way or that. Story aside there was some truth ringing to it, some things that felt odd to him. What was he supposed to say here? He’d open his mouth to say something but… The clicking on the pavement made him turn his head, a low chuckle emerged from the shadows and…
Well a demon not unlike that of mephistomons stepped into the light. She was blood red from head to toe, covered in fur, feathers and scales of sorts. She looked like she was positively grinning and the pair of long horns were what the mikemon would see first before the rest of her. While skald himself was tall for his kind, she was a good foot and then some taller than he was.
”Oh I missed the best part of all of this. Gertrude gave me a prod over tamernet saying something was up and here I am finding my dear brother talking to a little powerhouse of the demonlords.”
The demonic goat took a few steps forward, she was right next to the renamon-x at this point. Tilting her head a little bit. She’d flick her ears a few times and glance down at her brother.
”I think I know who this is. And he does all of this for good reason. While you never had to see what he had done to the digital world I did. He tried to destroy a good number of places and made a mess of a lot of the political structures with his wicked weaving. Let the kitty do his little peering; not like he’s going to try anything that’d cause a scene right?”
The heramon tilted her head and gave the mikemon a sweet smile. It wouldn’t be hard for him to feel the connection that she and the renamon-x had. Standing so close together and their cores beating together… They were twins! Albeit with a forced bond that had eventually grown to be natural all it’s own!
"Tch... Fine. I trust herald enough to do as she says so do your... gazing."
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Post by Dr. Mikemon on Feb 4, 2020 1:45:59 GMT
Indeed, it was quite the tale, wasn't it? Perhaps too absurd to be a lie - but also too absurd to be believed. Skald reasonably wrote off the doctor as someone who was just a bit crazy, and protested the doctor's request.
"Tch..." Mikemon was about to lash out again, his nails gripping tight around that crystal - until another figure walked right in on the conversation. This one was an interesting sight. A goat demon, a blood spirit? His eyes shifted right over to her, ready to go on the offensive if he needed to.
But to his surprise, Skald's sister immediately worked to talk her brother down, and get him to consent to the scan. It took the doctor a moment longer, the feline closing his eyes, slowly drawing his claws back. "... Alright, then." He took another deep breath, centering his own thinking, as he'd raise that sphere and peer right into Skald's core. If this was the Wisemon, he knew exactly what it would look like: a dark, corrupting force threatening to take control of everything else there. Or, if he was already the Wisemon, that same foul stench would fully encompass this Digimon's inner frame.
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But that's not what he found. Peering deep into Skald's data, there was no additional 'will', no presence that even detected him here. Not a Silence, not a Wisemon, not even an echo of K. Rather, there seemed to be a murmur of a hundred voices. Something that echoed out deep from the center of the fox's soul. It took the cat a few minutes longer... but...
"... Hmph." He'd snap his eyes shut, and toss the crystal over his shoulder, it vanishing right back into the void. "... Not what I expected. I wouldn't say that your data is without suspicion, but... its not the sorcerer's. Not directly, anyway - you're the damn book, of all things."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 4, 2020 1:59:25 GMT
In any other circumstance, with any other person this may of gone better. May of been addressed in such a fashion that the both of them would be able to be friendly with one another. But not here, not with the way this was being approached. The renamon-x narrowed his eyes and a hand eased to his side… But his sister stopped anything before it even started. Her charm, tact and wit all defusing the situation before it worsened.
”C’mon boys play niiice. Your big sis just had to deal with a group of thugs all on her lonesome and could use a drink.”
The heramon rolled her shoulders and stuck her tongue out at the mikemon. She was friendly, damningly so. There wasn’t a lick of trickery in her voice but it was obvious that she was used to working people over. Watching the mikemon with a clear interest she’d cautiously move forward, not in the way but… She was interested in this!
”Ohohoh! He’s a strong one too… If you’d of fought him Skald he would of kicked your paper mache ass up and down the street…”
The pieces that he found were etched together in such a way, such a place it was likely it had been all the voices from within the book. They hadn’t been fully absorbed by the wisemon in the battle before. So when they transitioned to K there had been a small period where she was likely filtering them… To create this in such a way before her death. Likely unintentionally creating a second son from all the data!
Skald crossed his arms and watched the mikemon, gritting his teeth lightly. Though… He’d flick an ear as the other told him that he wasn’t the sorcerer. Not… immediately but that he was the book instead. Skald blinked and herald let out a cackling laugh.
”Oh that’s rich! You’re from a book! Makes sense heh. He’s made out of bloody paper and has talisman abilities. Go on. Show em!”
Skald sighed a little bit, his shoulders sagging a little bit before drawing out a dud talisman from his body. The explosive sigils on it weren’t linked and without that they wouldn’t detonate.
”Should you really be finding this so amusing?”
”Oh c’mon! Anyone worth their salt in the underdark of the world should know of that mon. Heck he pretty much wrote the book on how to infiltrate places. And you’re related to him. Well. Technically me too now I guess. But still! Gods that explains so much!”
She’d grin ear to ear and lean to look down at the mikemon. Meeting his gaze before tilting her head to one side.
”And I’ve heard of your Hero. [Really hard not to...] She made big waves. So big that everyone was afraid of her and afraid of that family. A family… you are a part of right? You’re The Doctor Mikemon. Or maybe with that aura of yours I should be calling you something else eh?”
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