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The strand seemed to have worked just as Silver thought it would. Simply crushing the data in her palm and loading it, the fox's ear gave a flick, at the very least understanding Silver's words.
"... About as much as I thought it would. Sounds like its more translating it in my head than changing what I hear, though." She gave a 'tsk', but would press on despite that slight discomfort. And, as per Silver's sense of smell, it seemed like Denryu's calculations were spot on!
"Seriously? General's starting to scare me with all of this..." Angel was skeptical at first, but as they progressed into the cave and saw the door, well, there was little else that it could be. Silver hesitated simply based on its heat, but Angel, already wearing thick gloves, rolled her eyes.
"We're mega levels."
That was all the heeding that Angel gave it, reaching right for the handle to wrench the door open. A bit brazen, yes, but Angel didn't see any reason to hold back!
He was glad that the strand of data at least did it’s job; even if it didn’t change what she was hearing. Would she need a deeper infusion of data for that to be attained? Or would their cores need to be closer to one another? He’d flick his ears and figure that a conversation to be had for later.
”To be fair it wasn’t a lot of data. But it’ll do for now right?”
Silver gave a shrug and with them being in the area so soon and so quick it made silver somewhat suspicious. Though he’d look a little sheepish as she was so forward about the power of these forms. He wasn’t used to this power quite yet and it showed.
The door didn’t stand a chance against the strength of the mega; especially with the fact it was practically putty with the way that it had been treated. Digichrome or not it was pretty much heated to nearly melting point. At the door being opened there was a huge wall of smoke that billowed out and engulfed the two of them for a moment before it eventually cleared. Silver snorting and wiggling his body to sort of cope with the fact he felt that smoke go through his fur.
He would have said something but there was something that he noticed now that the door was open. The deep rumbling of a hammer striking something; it was rhythmic and consistent. Like it was working on something and had been working on something for a long time.
Silver glanced at angel and looked somewhat flabbergasted. Stepping through the open doors they were greeted with a huge room. It was piled full of various weapons, armors and other items. In the back two golems long overdue for maintenance sat. Their forms were practically melted into the floor from the consistency of the heat from the forge.
Everything here was hot and made out of digichrome and it’d only get hotter both in air and touch as they traversed into it. There was no resistance and there was nothing but more and more items as they traveled. It was a strange sort of sensation and a strange sort of location.
The sound of the hammer against an anvil continued up until they came to the forge proper. The Vulcanusmon slaving away over a forge. One set of hands worked on a sword while the others seemed to be maintaining the ancient place near him. He was a whirlwind of activity but hearing the steps of the others broke him out of his rhythm.
He’d look up towards where they’d enter; staring daggers at them before his eyes fell onto silver.
”...You’re still alive?”
”Without doubt. I’ve been here since you last drew breath.”
The mega growled and turned back to his sword, he looked unhappy with it and tossed the blade aside into one of the many vats of water. Near those vats another golem lay; it’s legs were molten and it was leaning back against the wall with an expression on it’s face that almost looked like pain.
”What you seek isn’t here and your path already is far different than mine. I cannot help you.”
Another clang of his hammer as he started to work on the next weapon; the next project. He’d growl softly and his rhythm wouldn’t start up the same way.
”Tch. But you’re here. And I can set you on the right path. Your own forge. You already have an apprentice. I presume that’s who’s with you at least.”
He’d turn and stare at angel; mumbling to himself and after a moment she’d find the Vulcanusmon looking her over; his eyes seemed to be scanning her data too. He didn’t seem to care about personal boundaries and he’d tut a bit.
”A little unrefined… but like any good piece of ore you just hammer it into shape after melting it down. What’s your name?”
”Not yours anymore. As I said. Different path. That and this forge cannot take your lightning. Shape it maybe. But that wouldn’t help you; not with the type of lightning you carry. Maybe one of the others?”
The Vulcanusmon shrugged and turned back to the forge; sliding back to it and picking through the many items next to it. His forge was unlike anything that the others would have known. It’s intricacies were far beyond the understanding of most…
”There is another master; my rival of sorts that can help you. She shapes elements and shapes data. But good luck getting to her.”
He’d pull out a set of claws; frowning for a moment and tossing them to the side. Eventually he’d provide a buckler and sword; moving to compare them to the ones that angel had.
”Hmm. Data beats my craft yet again… Hmm…”
His back would turn again and he’d set about working on the forge again. His eyes flicking up to the pair.
”Her forge is in a place that no one can bother her. Where she has an infinite amount of data to work with. You know the place already helper? Or is there another title I should be calling you?”
Angel gave a short nod - it would do, and with the expectation that this form would be temporary, it didn't make sense to look for anything more than a stopgap.
Nor was there any expectation that the door would provide any problems. It swung right open, Angel merely shaking her hand out to deal with a light burn caused by the excess heat. Feeling that smoke pass through, the fox covered her face, ear flicking as Silver gave a snort to the back and left of her.
It was clear that this forge was in use - but what Angel didn't expect was to see what looked to be a practical astronaut looking over the forge. "This is what you call someone against electricity?" Angel huffed - it looked like electricity was what was keeping the man alive in the first place! Regardless, she pressed on, eyes briefly looking over the number of weapons and the two golems before her, before returning her attention to the forgemaster.
"If I didn't know any better, Silver, I'd think you upset the old man with your lack of visits." In that line of thought, Angel wasn't exactly surprised with the unhelpful first words of the forgemaster. Though, as he'd look over the fox's frame, she found herself baring her fangs, looking down at the 'old man'.
"'Angel'. And I assure you that this 'unrefined' Digimon is capable enough." She didn't bother scolding him past that, even offering him the cutlass and the buckler to observe on his own terms.
... And the cutlass itself would speak back at the master's jealousy: "Just because a blade is made of data doesn't reduce its validity. The bond I have with my 'center' is an art of its own-"
"Cool it, Blade." Angel would snarl, pulling the blade back to her belt. The forgemaster's riddle made the fox's ear give a small flick.
"You're asking me where a master of lightning would place her forge?" She'd sigh: "Amidst the stormy clouds outside Luminas, or on the moon itself. Anything else would be inefficient."
”Well his armor is powered more of his own abilities, that being said fire.”
”The purest of elements.”
The master mumbled a bit and shook his head; he was being kept alive by many different things. His own passion being one of them. He’d watch the renamon curiously for a moment as she looked about. There was interest in his eyes; but not of her… of her weapons.
”Probably… then again I never really knew where he was.”
The expression that silver had was somewhat tense as the two interacted. The forgemaster looking over the mon time and time again. Hearing the name the forgemaster would mumble it to remind himself and… well this was a shock! He’d carefully take both the cutlass and shield. Treating them as they were children; gently running his finger along the blade.
”It is artful, masterful. Speaks of bonds between you two that no others can make yet…”
His eyes slid to silver and he’d assess the two for a moment before smirking.
”The two of you are forging something similar. It will be interesting to see sometime in the future.”
The forgemaster turned his back once the weapons were back in the possession of the proper owner. His hands taking up their various tools and he’d let out a laugh.
”You think just like she does then. Go and find her; she might be able to help you. If not?”
He’d start hammering away and silver would wince as the master glanced back to the two of them. There was that strange look for a moment and then the master grumbled.
”There’s little more I can teach you either silver. You’ve got your own path now. Far from what I set into motion it seems. Go ahead and figure out the nonsense yourself. Or with your ‘Angel’ here.”
With that being siad the master turned his attention fully to the weapon he was working on; there would be little the two could do to pull him away from it and the Ancient_Anubismon stepped away into a less hot room.
”...So we go back to the general and figure out our next step then?”
The forgemaster was a bit brazen with his words, wasn't he?
Praise where it wasn't warranted. His nose stuck right into the personal fares of others. The Renamon kept her composure, but just under that fur, she already found herself start to tense up. She was quick to take her weapons back, the buckler on her wrist and the blade safely away in her belt. In all, well...
... She didn't know what she expected from the visit, but it wasn't this. A hermit of a master, who, upon seeing guests for the first time in months, was content with shooing them away mere moments later. They had the next hint, sure, but this hardly felt satisfying. It hardly felt convincing.
It hardly felt right.
"Hmph." Angel found herself giving a 'snort', as it finally clicked for her. "I finally get what's bothering me about you. You marvel at the make of my blades, feign your inability to make them under your own weakness, and then have the gall to say that you don't have anything more to teach your student. I'd like to say those are the words of a liar... but no. Those are the words of someone so stuck up their own ass about tradition and 'old craftsmanship', that the world's already left them behind."
With that, the Renamon would turn - taking a moment to run her hand over Silver's neck - and would make her exit. She only had one more remark before she left that room.
"Silver's already beyond what you have ever been."
The door would close. And the fox, annoyed and tired as she was, would take the moment to stretch out her back. "Tch - like I give a fuck after that. We know where to look - a place near Luminas where thunderstorms are common? We don't need to regroup for that, I could shoot the man a text and we'd know exactly where to go."
Silver stayed quiet during a lot of his master’s talking but there was some of it he really didn’t agree on. He’d grit his teeth and glance at the renamon; was there more to this than he felt was apparent? Very much so and seeing his beloved tense up like that? He’d exhale softly; his master was being so short to the point he knew something was up.
His master stopped in his making of this new weapons and turned his head; anger rearing up but angel was very quick on the draw. And with that line about silver the eyes of the master rested on his former apprentice. Furrowing his brow and exhaling as he culled his anger from his system. He had nothing that would fight against that.
Feeling that hadn on his neck the ancient_anubismon would blink and follow after her. He had nothing to say to his ‘master’ or rather former master at this point. He’d close the door behind them and grumble.
”I should have expected something like that from him.”
He felt a small bit of blush on his cheeks as he thought about what she had said and he couldn’t help but cough. So they just needed to text him the information and go to the next locale? The ancient digimon nodded and sat on his haunches.
”Then lets shoot the man a message. Lets just hope that his rival smith is more helpful.”
The doggish dragon followed suit with a stretch and laid his head on the ground; he looked rather thoughtful about something. His master was right on something there; that they were forming a stronger bond. But it was said in such a strange way that made the mon have to think about it.
”...Hmm. Is it wise to go near luminas like this?”
"Tch. A 'mon who wallows in his own weakness is not one worth losing your sleep over. Still. I hoped it would have been a happier reunion for you, Silver."
Angel took care not to insult the 'old-timey' smith too much. Even if Silver wasn't showing it on his expression, there was likely some pang, some semblance of loss from losing a connection with someone who was once held close - and Angel was all too familiar with that thought. It didn't take her much to pull out her D-Terminal, shooting Denryu a message for their next stop.
"Like it matters. Being an aerial city, Luminas covers more effective area than every other land, and even if we are in their skies, the odds of running into their sentries is next to zero. Besides, I'd rather rely on your dragon form for flight than running the fuel on my jetpack - tch."
A ding on the device. Angel gave it a read, and with a short explanation, they would head to the next place..."The Swell".
Amidst the skies of Luminas, even as unpredictablea s the winds could be, there was still a common pattern: places where the atmosphere would more easily go against the grain, and create common areas of wind and storms. Such was "The Swell" - an almost eternal tempest, like the near center of a hurricane, moving in almost unbreaking perpetuity for months on end. And amidst the swell were a few islands, those large enough to avoid eroding to nothingness over time.
Unlike the last, it was sparsely populated, only a few daring Harpymon around the area - but it was the perfect place to harness the energy of lightning and storms. Sitting on Silver's back, Angel looked towards the eye, able to see the crackle of lightning in the clouds surrounding the area.
"... Now this is just getting silly. You should be able to break through just fine, Silver."
”It would have been nice, but I think there’s a part of me that realizes that there wasn’t really a chance for a happy reunion. Maybe if I was still wearing those rose tinted glasses of mine from when I was a child.”
Silver didn’t really know what else to say about the matter; he was disappointed in the fact his master hadn’t grown at all and with him growing out of whatever mold his master had in mind originally… Well there wasn’t a happy feeling from the other smith that was for sure. The Ancient_Anubismon was sure that later; once he had a semblance of normalcy or his form back he’d probably have to process the issue a little more firmly.
”...Wait I can fly in this form?”
Silver seemed confused for a moment and glanced at his back; there weren’t any wings… And the form itself was sleek. To him there was very little reason for this form being able to fly but something told him that angel was correct in the fact he could fly. He’d just have to figure that part out himself.
”Well; if you say so. Lets just hope that the… oh?”
Silver flicked either ear of his forward; listening intently to what angel had to say and with that short explanation out of the way…
A place that he had only heard of a handful of times; maybe so few of times that it didn’t come to mind. The winds were strong and consistent; there was a tune to them and the dragon shifted his weight slightly. Easily manuevering through the air; to him it was very odd. He didn’t feel like this form should be able to fly!
His eyes flicked and ran over those few daring Harpymon but ultimately he left them be; deciding that the more worrisome part of this area was the islands. He felt that even though they were large enough to not have to worry about being broken apart; there was still the occasional bit of rock here or there that would get ripped off.
”Just a little bit. Hold on tight.”
He could see the crackles, he could see how the wind was pulling and turning around and around. The ancient beast type digimon’s body flexed for a moment and they’d find themselves bolting forward. Dancing through the various winds like they were in slow motion… Eventually breaking through into the center of the swell; he’d cast around. Looking for anything that might be what they’re looking for.
A streak of lightning passed by the both of them and slammed into something; something physical. A large home of some kind with plenty of lightning rods; steam works and the like. There was a low pitched whine as the ‘home’ seemed to absorb the lightning before spitting out a swath of steam, sparks and heat!
”That home is a lot bigger than normal houses. Shall we knock?”
Silver flew forward and would land in front of the home; they’d have maybe a few moments to themselves before silver started to walk forward. Reaching up to knock on the door; he’d tap it and then flinch as he felt some of his lightning drain out into the home. Causing another burst of steam, heat and his lightning joining the mix.
”Ho! That was a good one!”
There was a surprised and feminine voice that came from the inside; though after a few moments the voice seemed a bit more confused as they realized they had company. There was scrambling behind the door and the sound of quite a few heavy locks coming undone.
”Tch little early aren’tcha? I told you last week I needed- ...Who the hell are you and what do you want? I’m a very busy woman.”
The head that peaked out was that of a gracenovamon of all things! Much smaller and sleeker than what you’d expect a normal one to be. That being said she didn’t look entirely friendly and silver had frozen up. He wasn’t sure what to say; or what to do in this situation. He didn’t want to get turned away and then would clack his teeth; instead of speaking he’d rap his knuckles on the side of the house; showing exactly what had happened earlier.
”...Oh piss. Lemme get the door..”
The door would close and another bunch of locks sounded before it opened wide for the both of them; the gracenovamon looked a little grumpy being interrupted as it seemed they had gotten what they wanted from the storm… up until it wasn’t the storm that gave them what they needed.
”Get inside before you mess up what I’ve been workin on.”
"Hm? Why wouldn't you be able to? Azulongmon could."
Not only that, but in general, it was just safer to assume that mega level Digimon did have some capacity for flight! Silver would figure it out soon enough, though, and as the pair looked down at the electricity-filled swell, the Renamon would indeed hold on close to the dragon. No reason to risk it: the pair would bolt right on through, a mere moment of turbulence felt against their skin and fur, as they would break into the relative eye of the storm, towards the island that a scarce few in the world would have ever seen.
For the moment, the Renamon would hold onto Silver's back, until it was clear the ground around them was relatively stable. Seeing that 'house' - looking to be some kind of observation facility or something, with all of those lightning rods - she'd give a nod, and slowly step off of Silver. One 'tap' was all it took for the dragon's electricity to discharge into the metal house, the loud 'explosion' causing the fox's fur to stand on edge!
"Sovereign fuck... hm?"
Well, someone was here! And honestly, the GraceNovamon's reaction to both the pair and the lightning were warranted. Though Silver had frozen up, Angel simply responded by raising her arms. She'd step inside as directed, letting Silver shuffle in after her. "Let's make it simple - the grumpy ol' smith in Dragon's Valley told the two of us that you might be able to help us with our problem. My dragon friend here," he'd pat Silver's side, "has gone and gotten himself stuck in mega, after taking in a bunch of electrical data. You know any good ways to get him to better regulate it?"
”Because I’m not well versed in this form, I still don't’ know many of it’s abilities even though I’ve been trying. There have been rare instances of mega level digimon not having the ability to fly after all.”
Silver gave a small shrug; but sooner rather than later they’d find he could fly quite well. In fact it was like a second nature to him even though it was more mystical than a physical type of flying. He’d make sure that the renamon would have a good grasp on his fur before moving through the turbulent skies.
Silver rubbed at his face after the discharge and gritted his teeth; he could hear angel cursing already and well.. With the gravenovamon ushering them inside the Ancient_Anubismon cast about in the hallway. It was massive in comparison to what he expected from outside. Was there some kind of spacial effect to give this house more room or something?
The GraceNovamon folded her arms and tilted her head as the Renamon explained what had happened. A grumpy old smith in dragon valley? She’d frown deep and grumble to herself; she knew the old bastard. She didn’t like him and he didn’t like her; but that wasn’t the important part.
”I know a few things, most of them are short stop gaps; but they’ll at least let you know what’s effective and what’s not. C’mon.”
The gracenovamon motioned for the two to follow her, she’d lead them eventually to a room that had quite a bit of varying weather reading equipment and what looked like in the center to be a miniature swell that was modeled after the one they were currently in! She’d putz around for a few minutes, eventually pulling out a long thing needle and some varying metal collars.
”Well the best way to go about it is to funnel the energy into varying items; seeing how much they can hold. That’ll let him feel the pull in his core as it tries to recharge; if he’s overcharged eventually he’ll get back to a normal focus. Just means he’ll have to fill a lot of items or discharge them into… well space. Discharging them willy nilly can have pretty drastic weather effects. Like the one here. There’s a few locations in the digital world that’ll be good for that though. I’ve got a list I can pass to the two of you. But not for free.”
The Gracenovamon turned to her desk and busied herself for another few minutes; pulling out a few papers and some more equipment. Small little black boxes with antennas at the end. Silver immediately recognized what he was looking at but the Ancient_Anubismon shrank away from them.
”I want you to go to the locations that I’ll give you, and then you place these black boxes in the swells. These same locations are the ones that you can fire off in if need be. I’ll also be willing to sell you some of the collars after I take some readings of his electricity. There are different locales that have different pressures and would react poorly if you’re too strong or too weak. Too strong and the swell gets bigger, too weak and you might invite yourself to get overcharged again.”
The gracenovamon tilted her head and rubbed at her neck. She seemed at a loss for a moment, but would pass the Ancient_Anubismon one of the collars.
”Try that one. Funnel your energy through it and to the needle.”
Silver would do exactly as he was told but… It would take maybe ten or so seconds before the collar would crack loudly and the needle would shatter in the gracenovamon’s hands. She’d raise her brow and shake her head. Moving to pass him another collar and she’d pull out another sturdier needle…
”There’s about two or three dozen compounds I’ll need to test. If you want Ms. Renamon there’s a lobby you can wait in. I’m used to visitors since luminas likes stopping by but thankfully since the coup they’ve largely left me alone. You aren’t with them though right? Or do I have to log this visit?”
One of the gracenovamon’s swords slowly rotated and moved to pick up a nearby book; it was quite hefty and on the black binding in gold letters stated ‘LOG’. She had been at this for quite a long time… If anything this just seemed normal to her!
"If you need to go back home Angel I can probably handle most of this... but I wouldn't be opposed to you staying."
"Huh. So that's what you sound like. Fascinating."
The gracenovamon leaned a bit and silver found himself blushing as she inspected him. He wasn't used to a lot of mons being this close to him.
Well, this was about as simple a transaction as Angel could think of.
The solution the GraceNovamon gave was extreme, but at the same time, simple: charge 'various items' to try and regulate the power in his core. Denryu had the same idea before, with discharging Silver's attack into the sky - but to do it at any meaningful level would likely impact the wearther and damage the related area. She spoke about selling collars, sure, but the Renamon waved it off:
"Basically, this is a win-win for you, ain't it?" The fox gave a chuckle. "You have Silver charge some things for you, and you can use that energy to get more ahead of your work? If nothing else, you're far more helpful than that old coot down in the sticks, so I'll leave the dragon with ya."
And yes, Angel said that clearly, pre-emptively responding to Silver's question. She'd give a nod, and would calibrate Silver's D-Terminal, to send the portal directly back to Metal Drive's base. This would be followed by the fox stepping right on up, giving a stroke down the dragon's neck, gently pressing the front of her head against the top of his.
"Sittin' around ain't my style, and neither is having the static of this place crackling up my fur. If you take too long, I'll come back around."
”More or less, hopefully he doesn’t break anything I need charged. And of course, innovation is its own reward and that codger has long since been of any worth unfortunately. I used to enjoy our competitions but… He’s stagnated.”
The gracenovamon shrugged a bit and then turned to start writing stuff down. Silver nodded his head slowly and upon feeling her touch on his neck the dragon would lean into that gentle press. He understood why she wasn’t going to stay and this wasn’t going to be a simple solution for any of them.
”At worst it’ll just be a couple days… I think. Depends on how much we do. Thank you Angel.”
Angel smiled a little bit and took the D-terminal back from angel, setting the device into his fur; they had a lot of work to get to and the gracenovamon had already provided about six different collars. About a dozen different needles and some kind of contraption with too many rods attached to it. Some kind of meter perhaps given by the gauge on the front?
”Now we’re going to test the ratio of useable energy compared to the over all energy your lightning is. There’s always a difference between the voltages; be it big or small. I’m hoping that there’s a very minute difference between them. Or at the very least that the useable portion is greater than the other. If it isn’t then I know what we can do…”
Angel would probably have to leave before the gracenovamon got into the more confusing technical jargon, which even if she didn’t leave immediately silver was just sitting there. Ears facing forward as he listened and seemed to understand everything that was being said. Even as he was letting the gauge do it’s work and charging the various items. Some broke, some cracked and only one seemed not affected in the slightest till he put more oomph in it…
That being said?
It turned out to be about a week before the same dragon came through; he was a bit scuffed up from all the testing and didn’t look too worse for wear. He looked a little frustrated to say the least and without too much of a word would go to the arena. Given that his room was too small for him to rest accordingly and he wasn’t feeling like being overly cramped.
He’d rest his head on the sand and sort of just stared at the training dummies. He needed to rest from all of the testing that was done. All the traveling she had him do. Ultimately they had figured out the safest location for him to discharge his electricity in as well as what they needed for items. But the problem there was that the metal was hard to get not to mention downright expensive. But she had provided several alternatives to how to get them. Some were actually buying, others mining and… Well if he told luminas about his little problem he could probably do work offsite for them. Above all of that for the moment the dragon just wanted to rest!
”So many alternative solutions…”
At least the dragon type digimon had been able to keep it where his form wasn’t literally feeling like it was about to explode. So there was that and the fact he no longer had an overwhelming amount of static in his fur. He’d blow out a ring of electricity and watch it travel before it burned one of the practice dummies in half.
"If there's one thing that we're not concerned about, its your power output."
As it turned out, it wouldn't be Angel that would meet Silver first this time, but rather the Xros General himself, with Demon at his side. The one-armed Devidramon found himself giving a growl, moving right over towards that smoldering dummy, stamping out the flames with his feet. The masked general, meanwhile, would run his scanner, to get a read on the tired, sparking dragon in front of him.
"Hm... Angel gave me the short version of it. To simplify things, it seems like the GraceNovamon was trying to aid you by siphoning your electricity and analyzing its flow. And I will say, you no longer seem to be at risk of 'misfiring'..." The General put away the device, "But at the same time, that you are stuck in this form might be problematic."
"Hmph." The Devidramon gave a snort. "Sovereign don't revert to earlier forms either.Why should he?"
"... True. It could very well be that this is the minimum form that could properly regulate his energy." To that, the General simply asked the question: "Have you tried reverting your form recently?"
Silver’s eyes shifted from the target; turning his head so that he could look upon the general. Still he didn’t know who the man was and he wasn’t sure he ever would. There was a business level to their relationship he was sure that… well. The general kept up for some reason or another; he might find out… and he might not. But today they would be focusing on something else. With demon being here, the mon figured that either they knew about his chittering or that the mon could translate for him. Or something.
”I don’t think that was something we have been concerned about since our first round of tests.”
The Ancient_Anubismon slowly stood up and the device would give the general quite a lot of information from the dragon. Sure he wasn’t at the risk of misfiring but unlike before his general output of energy seemed higher. Like the digimon had stabilized finally; rather than pushing out more and more energy. The ancient anubismon stretched much like a cat and yawned.
”Other than the communication problems what would really cause an issue? Me being a mega all the time?”
Silver had become somewhat used to the form and with a swish of his tail he’d turn to the Devidramon; eyeing him for a moment before nodding in agreement. Sovereigns were something completely else and if that was the case with them… Being a vassal of power for one would also probably have the same effect.
”If that’s the case, what happens when I unlock super mega? You can’t tell me that I’d be stuck in that; there’s just no way that should be the case.”
Silver closed his eyes at that last question and exhaled. He hadn’t tried and simply gave a shake of his head. The digimon would try; his body would take that light of digivolution for a split second before a swath of electricity crackled across his body and caused the mon to jump a bit as that light broke. Keeping him the same way that he was before!
”To answer your question. No. But I just did and that’s the result I guess. I think maybe I need to treat these forms like Kan treated his spirits; like someone that needed help. So my question is… what does this form need? Draining it’s power a bit just made it more comfortable to be in but… other than that it hasn’t actually done anything in terms of a solution. I was a spirit for a very long time so the idea that my higher forms are like spirits might… be the right way to go.”
Silver gave a shrug and wasn’t sure if the general understood his chittering, unless he had a translator thing in his mask or something. To him the general was an enigma; one he actually wanted to know about. As well as why he was so secretive. But he doubted he would ever see the face behind the mask. Hell angel only cracked hers because she liked him for some reason!
Would it be a problem just to be a mega all of the time?
"If that were the only issue, no. In fact, even your elevation in power isn't concerning in-and-of-itself. You are most likely properly adapting to the Dragon's lightning. This form might just be your body beginning to accept that fact. However."
The General squared his posture: "The power of the Sovereign is not something that is so easily hidden. Should your identity become widely known - should it become apparent that you hold a fragment of something so wholly valuable - then you will have a target on your back, even bigger than our own."
"Hmph." The Devidramon gave a snort: "Be glad that you're with a group that knows how to hide."
Demon, after stamping out that flaming dummy, returned to the inner halls with the debris in tow. Denryu found himself giving a sigh, shaking his head. "If you can't revert, there's no expectation that this would be your 'floor', either. Though reverting to your prior form might be ideal, we may need to help you learn how to use this form in practice." On that note, Denryu did seem to be understanding Silver rather well - why, exactly, was that? Simply put, Angel wasn't that far off, and though she wasn't in sight, she was standing right on the other side of the wall, translating Silver word-for-word as he spoke.
"For the time being, I do want you to continue assisting GraceNovamon. If nothing else, having that one as an ally might prove useful to us later on. We shall also try and find a solution on our own... perhaps a method more modern than these ancient smiths."