...Is A Friend Indeed [Solo/Hunt]
Jul 9, 2020 10:08:29 GMT
Post by Deleted on Jul 9, 2020 10:08:29 GMT
The city was bustling overhead, but for one Digimon in particular, she had business elsewhere. In fact, she had gathered quite the large crowd.
"You're sayin', that with this stuff, we could live in the human world as long as we want?" An inquiring Tsukaimon asked, sniffing a stack of bundled paper. He seemed a little on the clueless side, considering he was only repeating what Sable had been explaining for the past ten minutes. Definitely not a worthy candidate.
"That's right!" Sable answered with the best merchant's smile she could offer. "Humans are only ever dangerous when they're given equipment, so they judge their status with their money, instead! It sounds backwards, but I assure you that they believe they are quite civilized!" A chorus of chuckles could be heard from the crowd of Digimon.
"But if this gives us so much power in the human world, then how come you're tryin' to get rid of it?" A Biyomon asked with a suspecting tone. She seemed to have a good head on her shoulders, but that kind of questioning right off the bat could lead to other disastrous results if she decided she didn't want to follow orders.
"Yeah, and I heard that us Digimon aren't exactly welcome over there!" A Psychemon added on as if looking towards the Biyomon for approval, but the bird Digimon didn't even pay attention to him. And while she appreciated blind obedience... just no. All-in-all, this batch of Digimon didn't seem like worthy candidates for her army. It would be best for her to move on to find someone else.
"It's quite simple, really!" Sable answered. "You've all heard of holosuits, haven't you? Just get one of those, and those foolish humans won't even be able to tell you apart from one of them! But your bits won't work in that world, and everything there is dreadfully expensive! So without the currency from their world, you can't truly explore the wonders of the human world!" The Tsukaimon, Biyomon, and Psychemon all exchanged looks with each other before nodding and handing over some bits in exchange for a few stacks of bills. "Thank you so much! And may the path of peace and righteousness always be before you!" She exclaimed, waving at the Rookies as they ran off. She wondered if they were gonna cause trouble later on in the human world. Oh well, it wasn't really Sable's concern.
Sable looked inside the large duffel bag. Aside from the portion Sable was keeping for herself, it was still half-full, which meant that the Sistermon Noir would have plenty of opportunities to find suitable recruits. All in all, she had made a good deal of bits in the process, though she wasn't really concerned with the money, either.
"Absolutely dreadful..." A snobbish voice muttered from behind. Sable turned to see a Tankmon behind her at a table in some run-down, outdoors cafe. "The human world is so uncivilized..." She was stirring a cup of tea with surprising amount of dexterity, considering she had gun barrels for fingers.
"I... do not entirely disagree with you, madam!" Sable responded in her cheerful facade. "But do you not think it is wonderful for the children to explore beyond their horizons? Those children could be the future of Terminus, after all! Realizing what works and what doesn't work in an environment alien to them could bring great things to the Digital World as a whole!"
"Oh, for someone so invested in the future of the Digital World you certainly seem to be interested in profit!" The Tankmon retorted.
"Oh, but I fear that even a humble Sistermon needs to eat!" Sable answered. The Tankmon gestured her to come closer and Sable acquiesced.
"Tell me, do you not think that the state of the Digital World is dreadful as well? Those children will most likely be pushed down by the Digimon stronger than them, or consumed entirely!" There was a sense of restrained excitement in the Tankmon's voice as she said so, breaking through what Sable assumed was a posh facade.
"But the strong eventually die and are reborn as the weak, and the weak then become the strong!" Sable stated as if quoting a well-known mantra back in her days in the temple. "Therefore we have a duty to support every Digimon, no matter how weak or strong they may be!"
"And what kind of Digimon are you, dear Sistermon?" the Tankmon asked. "Are you weak, or are you strong?" She pushed her cup of tea closer towards the Sistermon as she took a seat across from the cyborg Digimon. Sable grasped the tea, subtly sniffing its contents. This was... gunpowder? Shrugging, she took a sip only for her tongue to experience the wretched taste of ground rusted metal in an otherwise serviceable earl grey. Still, she did not flinch as she set the cup back down.
"Quite the bold choice in flavor," She commented, wanting to rip out her tongue so she wouldn't have to deal with the aftertaste. "But I fear it is not for me..." She gently pushed the cup back in front of the Tankmon.
"Interesting! My name is Chihaya!" The Tankmon introduced with an odd glare. "I've seen you around here for a few days now. May I ask what it is you're looking to obtain?"
"You may call me Mother Sable, and what I seek are comrades," Sable replied bluntly. "I seek to establish an organization that will support my dreams of a better Digital World!" It technically wasn't untrue. Sable had no grand conquest to conquer the Digital World or anything, but a better Digital World would mean one where she could live her life as she pleased. And wouldn't that be a better Digital World?
"Quite the noble goal!" Chihaya praised, though it seemed downright condescending. It's like she was trying to pick a fight. "Surely you must have great strength in order to pursue such lofty dreams!"
"On the contrary, I would not dare consider myself as one with strength!" Sable replied nonchalantly, as if she were pretending to be flattered. "My heart is strong, but there is a reason I require comrades! My true strength is in delegation, I fear, not in combat!"
"Oh, but this is the real world, my dear 'Mother Sable'!" The Tankmon's mocking tone was unmistakable. "Such an aptitude for delegation does not come without the strength to subdue one's own 'comrades'!"
"I assure you that you underestimate me, miss!" Sable politely insisted as if the Tankmon hadn't insulted her. In an instant the Tankmon raised her arm up and pointed her machine gun hand towards the Sistermon. And at the same time Sable had raised both of her guns to meet the Tankmon's face.
"I absolutely abhor being called 'miss'," The Tankmon's voice lost its posh facade as she glared across the table.
"I don't particularly care for being threatened myself!" Sable answered in kind, the kindness bleeding out of her voice an her face becoming stone-cold. It was only polite to drop her facade, after all. She could hear the Tankmon chuckle for a second, then immediately fire off her machine guns! Sable dropped down underneath the table, rolling away once she noticed that the table's material begin to get shredded by Chihaya's gunfire. Sable fired off a few shots at her foe only to see them bounce harmlessly off of Chihaya's metal plating. Still, it didn't look like she was remotely capable of keeping up with the agile Sistermon.
Sable stood up in a flash and dashed behind the cyborg, but she began to turn her treads around to face her foe. Still, Sable kept moving, refusing to allow herself to be an easy target. She had to think of some way to deal with the violent stranger.
"For someone so civilized, you sure don't seem to take offense very well, 'miss' Chihaya!" She exclaimed, imitating the mocking tone of the Tankmon's posh facade.
"I told you... not to call me that!" She yelled out, lowering her head and firing off her main cannon. The force of the blast pushed Chihaya back a couple of meters as the shell approached her target. Sable groaned, realizing this was going to hurt quite a bit.
But not nearly as much as what Sable was planning on as a response. Running forward she managed to duck underneath the cannon fire, the blast causing a concussive blow that pushed Sable forward, propelling the Sistermon towards her enemy. Taking advantage of the boost she dashed right in front of Chihaya in an instant and shoved the barrels of both her guns into the Tankmon's mouth.
"Y-you're fast!" Chihaya managed to gasp in choking breaths.
"And you're rather tough. But does that armor of yours apply to the inside of your body as well? I'm rather curious to find out..." But before the Sistermon could fire, the cafe owner slammed open the door and approached the pair.
"No fighting on my property, damn it!" The Strikedramon proprietor warned. "And damn it, Chihaya, we told you not to blow up our property! You're gonna pay for every single bit of repairs, otherwise I'm gonna-"
"That will not be necessary!" Sable interrupted in her usual facade, removing her hands from Chihaya's mouth and extracting a large amount of bits from her data. "I shall pay for everything, my dear cafe owner! Madam Chihaya is but a lost soul, one that needs guidance, and it is only my duty... no, my privilege, so see the start of her redemption!" The Strikedramon seemed perplexed at this, but took the bits. It was no doubt more than enough to cover the cost of repairs.
"Well... I want both of you gone, got it!? You two are banned from this place for life!" He stormed back into the inside of the cafe.
"As if I wanted to come back to a filthy place such as this..." Sable muttered under her breath, putting away her guns.
"Why did you do that...?" Chihaya suddenly asked. Sable's mouth turned into a cruel, genuine smile.
"Because now I own you, dear Chihaya," She stated plainly.
"Just because I owe you some money doesn't mean-"
"You're mistaken if you believe that all I care about is some monetary debt," She interrupted. "No, I fully understand who you are now, Chihaya. Just from this little exchange I've discovered what you desire, and what you're unable to obtain by yourself. And because I can give you what you desire, and the strength to obtain it, I own you. And you'll be forever grateful that I do."
"What are you...?"
"Like many Digimon, you seek battle, my dear Chihaya," Sable explained. "You revel in the violence and destruction you cause. But if a single Digimon as weak as I was able get the better of you, then it's clear you lack the power to do so."
"That's not what I'm like at all!" The Tankmon protested rather weakly.
"Of course it is, dear Chihaya," Sable calmly insisted. "You're weak, so you pretend to live in a civilized world, mocking the violent for fulfilling the desires you so desperately want to have for yourself. The constant adrenaline of combat, the hopelessness of the faces you defeat, the sound of their pleas for forgiveness, and their screams of despair when you give them none. I bet all of that arouses every base need in your being, does it not?"
"Th-th-th-that's not me..." The Tankmon's denial was getting pathetic at this point, so Sable decided to end it by whispering into the Tankmon's ear.
"But I can grant you those desires, my dear Chihaya. I've got a road ahead of me that needs to be painted over with carnage and destruction, and thanks to a human in the other world, I can grant that to you as well."
"A human!? That means that you're..."
"Chosen by whatever forces that control both of our worlds to become stronger, dear Chihaya," Sable answered, putting out her hand. "Take my hand, and you shall be chosen as well."
"I... want you to take me there... Mother Sable..." Chihaya finally spoke up after a few seconds of internal debate. "That better world you spoke about earlier. I want you to show me it!"
Sable's lips spread into an ominous smile. "But of course, my dear Chihaya. But first, we must return to a rather... uncivilized world. We can't do it alone, after all!"
Word Count: 2084/1000
"You're sayin', that with this stuff, we could live in the human world as long as we want?" An inquiring Tsukaimon asked, sniffing a stack of bundled paper. He seemed a little on the clueless side, considering he was only repeating what Sable had been explaining for the past ten minutes. Definitely not a worthy candidate.
"That's right!" Sable answered with the best merchant's smile she could offer. "Humans are only ever dangerous when they're given equipment, so they judge their status with their money, instead! It sounds backwards, but I assure you that they believe they are quite civilized!" A chorus of chuckles could be heard from the crowd of Digimon.
"But if this gives us so much power in the human world, then how come you're tryin' to get rid of it?" A Biyomon asked with a suspecting tone. She seemed to have a good head on her shoulders, but that kind of questioning right off the bat could lead to other disastrous results if she decided she didn't want to follow orders.
"Yeah, and I heard that us Digimon aren't exactly welcome over there!" A Psychemon added on as if looking towards the Biyomon for approval, but the bird Digimon didn't even pay attention to him. And while she appreciated blind obedience... just no. All-in-all, this batch of Digimon didn't seem like worthy candidates for her army. It would be best for her to move on to find someone else.
"It's quite simple, really!" Sable answered. "You've all heard of holosuits, haven't you? Just get one of those, and those foolish humans won't even be able to tell you apart from one of them! But your bits won't work in that world, and everything there is dreadfully expensive! So without the currency from their world, you can't truly explore the wonders of the human world!" The Tsukaimon, Biyomon, and Psychemon all exchanged looks with each other before nodding and handing over some bits in exchange for a few stacks of bills. "Thank you so much! And may the path of peace and righteousness always be before you!" She exclaimed, waving at the Rookies as they ran off. She wondered if they were gonna cause trouble later on in the human world. Oh well, it wasn't really Sable's concern.
Sable looked inside the large duffel bag. Aside from the portion Sable was keeping for herself, it was still half-full, which meant that the Sistermon Noir would have plenty of opportunities to find suitable recruits. All in all, she had made a good deal of bits in the process, though she wasn't really concerned with the money, either.
"Absolutely dreadful..." A snobbish voice muttered from behind. Sable turned to see a Tankmon behind her at a table in some run-down, outdoors cafe. "The human world is so uncivilized..." She was stirring a cup of tea with surprising amount of dexterity, considering she had gun barrels for fingers.
"I... do not entirely disagree with you, madam!" Sable responded in her cheerful facade. "But do you not think it is wonderful for the children to explore beyond their horizons? Those children could be the future of Terminus, after all! Realizing what works and what doesn't work in an environment alien to them could bring great things to the Digital World as a whole!"
"Oh, for someone so invested in the future of the Digital World you certainly seem to be interested in profit!" The Tankmon retorted.
"Oh, but I fear that even a humble Sistermon needs to eat!" Sable answered. The Tankmon gestured her to come closer and Sable acquiesced.
"Tell me, do you not think that the state of the Digital World is dreadful as well? Those children will most likely be pushed down by the Digimon stronger than them, or consumed entirely!" There was a sense of restrained excitement in the Tankmon's voice as she said so, breaking through what Sable assumed was a posh facade.
"But the strong eventually die and are reborn as the weak, and the weak then become the strong!" Sable stated as if quoting a well-known mantra back in her days in the temple. "Therefore we have a duty to support every Digimon, no matter how weak or strong they may be!"
"And what kind of Digimon are you, dear Sistermon?" the Tankmon asked. "Are you weak, or are you strong?" She pushed her cup of tea closer towards the Sistermon as she took a seat across from the cyborg Digimon. Sable grasped the tea, subtly sniffing its contents. This was... gunpowder? Shrugging, she took a sip only for her tongue to experience the wretched taste of ground rusted metal in an otherwise serviceable earl grey. Still, she did not flinch as she set the cup back down.
"Quite the bold choice in flavor," She commented, wanting to rip out her tongue so she wouldn't have to deal with the aftertaste. "But I fear it is not for me..." She gently pushed the cup back in front of the Tankmon.
"Interesting! My name is Chihaya!" The Tankmon introduced with an odd glare. "I've seen you around here for a few days now. May I ask what it is you're looking to obtain?"
"You may call me Mother Sable, and what I seek are comrades," Sable replied bluntly. "I seek to establish an organization that will support my dreams of a better Digital World!" It technically wasn't untrue. Sable had no grand conquest to conquer the Digital World or anything, but a better Digital World would mean one where she could live her life as she pleased. And wouldn't that be a better Digital World?
"Quite the noble goal!" Chihaya praised, though it seemed downright condescending. It's like she was trying to pick a fight. "Surely you must have great strength in order to pursue such lofty dreams!"
"On the contrary, I would not dare consider myself as one with strength!" Sable replied nonchalantly, as if she were pretending to be flattered. "My heart is strong, but there is a reason I require comrades! My true strength is in delegation, I fear, not in combat!"
"Oh, but this is the real world, my dear 'Mother Sable'!" The Tankmon's mocking tone was unmistakable. "Such an aptitude for delegation does not come without the strength to subdue one's own 'comrades'!"
"I assure you that you underestimate me, miss!" Sable politely insisted as if the Tankmon hadn't insulted her. In an instant the Tankmon raised her arm up and pointed her machine gun hand towards the Sistermon. And at the same time Sable had raised both of her guns to meet the Tankmon's face.
"I absolutely abhor being called 'miss'," The Tankmon's voice lost its posh facade as she glared across the table.
"I don't particularly care for being threatened myself!" Sable answered in kind, the kindness bleeding out of her voice an her face becoming stone-cold. It was only polite to drop her facade, after all. She could hear the Tankmon chuckle for a second, then immediately fire off her machine guns! Sable dropped down underneath the table, rolling away once she noticed that the table's material begin to get shredded by Chihaya's gunfire. Sable fired off a few shots at her foe only to see them bounce harmlessly off of Chihaya's metal plating. Still, it didn't look like she was remotely capable of keeping up with the agile Sistermon.
Sable stood up in a flash and dashed behind the cyborg, but she began to turn her treads around to face her foe. Still, Sable kept moving, refusing to allow herself to be an easy target. She had to think of some way to deal with the violent stranger.
"For someone so civilized, you sure don't seem to take offense very well, 'miss' Chihaya!" She exclaimed, imitating the mocking tone of the Tankmon's posh facade.
"I told you... not to call me that!" She yelled out, lowering her head and firing off her main cannon. The force of the blast pushed Chihaya back a couple of meters as the shell approached her target. Sable groaned, realizing this was going to hurt quite a bit.
But not nearly as much as what Sable was planning on as a response. Running forward she managed to duck underneath the cannon fire, the blast causing a concussive blow that pushed Sable forward, propelling the Sistermon towards her enemy. Taking advantage of the boost she dashed right in front of Chihaya in an instant and shoved the barrels of both her guns into the Tankmon's mouth.
"Y-you're fast!" Chihaya managed to gasp in choking breaths.
"And you're rather tough. But does that armor of yours apply to the inside of your body as well? I'm rather curious to find out..." But before the Sistermon could fire, the cafe owner slammed open the door and approached the pair.
"No fighting on my property, damn it!" The Strikedramon proprietor warned. "And damn it, Chihaya, we told you not to blow up our property! You're gonna pay for every single bit of repairs, otherwise I'm gonna-"
"That will not be necessary!" Sable interrupted in her usual facade, removing her hands from Chihaya's mouth and extracting a large amount of bits from her data. "I shall pay for everything, my dear cafe owner! Madam Chihaya is but a lost soul, one that needs guidance, and it is only my duty... no, my privilege, so see the start of her redemption!" The Strikedramon seemed perplexed at this, but took the bits. It was no doubt more than enough to cover the cost of repairs.
"Well... I want both of you gone, got it!? You two are banned from this place for life!" He stormed back into the inside of the cafe.
"As if I wanted to come back to a filthy place such as this..." Sable muttered under her breath, putting away her guns.
"Why did you do that...?" Chihaya suddenly asked. Sable's mouth turned into a cruel, genuine smile.
"Because now I own you, dear Chihaya," She stated plainly.
"Just because I owe you some money doesn't mean-"
"You're mistaken if you believe that all I care about is some monetary debt," She interrupted. "No, I fully understand who you are now, Chihaya. Just from this little exchange I've discovered what you desire, and what you're unable to obtain by yourself. And because I can give you what you desire, and the strength to obtain it, I own you. And you'll be forever grateful that I do."
"What are you...?"
"Like many Digimon, you seek battle, my dear Chihaya," Sable explained. "You revel in the violence and destruction you cause. But if a single Digimon as weak as I was able get the better of you, then it's clear you lack the power to do so."
"That's not what I'm like at all!" The Tankmon protested rather weakly.
"Of course it is, dear Chihaya," Sable calmly insisted. "You're weak, so you pretend to live in a civilized world, mocking the violent for fulfilling the desires you so desperately want to have for yourself. The constant adrenaline of combat, the hopelessness of the faces you defeat, the sound of their pleas for forgiveness, and their screams of despair when you give them none. I bet all of that arouses every base need in your being, does it not?"
"Th-th-th-that's not me..." The Tankmon's denial was getting pathetic at this point, so Sable decided to end it by whispering into the Tankmon's ear.
"But I can grant you those desires, my dear Chihaya. I've got a road ahead of me that needs to be painted over with carnage and destruction, and thanks to a human in the other world, I can grant that to you as well."
"A human!? That means that you're..."
"Chosen by whatever forces that control both of our worlds to become stronger, dear Chihaya," Sable answered, putting out her hand. "Take my hand, and you shall be chosen as well."
"I... want you to take me there... Mother Sable..." Chihaya finally spoke up after a few seconds of internal debate. "That better world you spoke about earlier. I want you to show me it!"
Sable's lips spread into an ominous smile. "But of course, my dear Chihaya. But first, we must return to a rather... uncivilized world. We can't do it alone, after all!"
Word Count: 2084/1000
