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Post by Deleted on Aug 19, 2020 19:45:40 GMT
After a long day of work herald had the urge to go to her brother’s bar; well less an urge and more the desire to go there. It wasn’t hard for people to find her in this location even on her days off but today had been a long frustrating one. There were several issues that needed to be addressed as well as having to change several topics in the business portion of her newspaper.
People had pulled out or they hadn’t been able to pay for their ads; in one case they had done both! It was a bit frustrating and the heramon found her head against the bar top while her brother dealt with a few individuals at the end of the bar that were arguing about the amount that was on their tab. They didn’t realize that if they didn’t pay it that her brother charged interest; it was one of the ways he kept this place afloat. While it was frustrating for some it was.. Well. If you didn’t pay your tab for a month that was a problem in itself!
The renamon watched the pair go and just shook his head, placing the bit cards to one side before coming back over to the heramon. Refilling her drink and quirking a brow as she didn’t immediately go for the beverage.
”Rough day?”
”Entirely. Three re-issues in one day and then I had to deal with some folks pulling out their ads. Had to increase the job segment of it to cover the extra space. It was a nightmare! But at least the mission guild is backing down when it comes to our jobs. Used to feel threatened now they’re just happy that we’re being so open about what we want.”
Herald stared at one of her newspapers laying on the counter, pulling at it to note that it was the last reprint. It meant that the news here would be fresh and straight to the point. She’d thumb over it to note that some of the jobs had been cut out which brought a small smile to her lips.
”Looks like we might have some hits tomorrow…”
”Fingers crossed I suppose. Or tonight if we’re so lucky.”
”yeah right, I don’t think someone would be that fast on one of these, all our good jobs are unlisted anyways.”
The demonic goat snorted and took a long dredge of their stein, setting it down mostly empty before clicking a claw against the glass. She seemed oddly thoughtful and eventually just gave a small shake of her head. She was glad that today was nearly over. That they could rest and think about the next day. Which was bright and full of possibilities…
”What about you? Anything good happen?”
”Three tabs got paid off, so I can actually restock some of the drinks.”
Skald gave a small shrug and rolled up his sleeves to his shirt, running a wet rag over a part of the bar. He didn’t seem too bothered by today in comparison to his sister who was rightfully a mess. Her long tail had curled around her barstool and was tapping against the counter.
”Though had terminus police come through looking for someone; seemed to think they might have been hiding here but… No one that I knew matched their description. Kinda odd that they’d even come to this place to hide I’d say. Given that bars would be the first place to check.”
"Suppose they have no where else to really check if it's who I'm thinking it is..."
Another shrug and the heramon would find her glass refilled; skald leaning against the shelf that lined the back wall. The long mirror there had seen better days and some of the bottles were completely empty. But he busied himself by washing out some glasses...
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Post by Cion on Aug 20, 2020 13:38:24 GMT
For a mercenary that had to work merely a few instances a year to make a comfortable living, especially one who was in an innermost relationship with someone who had a partially normal day job, days sometimes had a tendency to be sluggishly uneventful. With that whole mess of the territorial conflict behind her, and aforementioned darling still on her patrol, Cion had sensed boredom and torpidness creep into her otherwise never-tiring spirit. With every video game and similar activity already enjoyed, the thought of incidental earnings had entered her mind. Fortunately, the local newspaper provided those in spades, and some of them were even to her interest.
Leaving her apartment at dusk and calmly traversing the bustling streets of Terminus, it did not take the silver fennec too long before she reached the secondary meeting place that was mentioned in the employment ad. While a bar was certainly not a location that she would frequent willingly, the vista that the windows granted was quite presentable. The typical stenches that were present tainted this image, but there were worse places to be in the digital capital at nightfall. Hence, with a soft push, she made her way inside.
Remaining silent and straightening her short, green scarf, the unassuming fox allowed her aureate eyes to drift and behold the interior of this tavern. This time, it was not to enjoy its aesthetics, but to potentially determine the whereabouts of her future employer. For a moment, she considered simply turning to the bartender, a classic source of information, but to her delight the person she sought was here. Nodding firmly, she ventured past the many legs, that of digimons and tables alike, to reach the counter and approach the crimson ram, and to an extent the onyx Renamon.
"Good evening." She addressed them with well-mannered firmness to her voice. Revealing the incredibly vague ticket that had something unclear about dangerous criminals written on it and handing it over, she leapt onto the adjacent stool and sat down. Barely the size of a diminutive Rookie, though in truth far beyond the might of most who have ever existed, the tiny lady of grace gladly shared an affectionate smile as she reached out her paw for a proper handshake. "I am Cion. Pleased to make your acquaintance, ma'am. May I ask if this assignment is still available?"
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Post by Deleted on Aug 20, 2020 16:34:11 GMT
They had heard of her before; but the two hadn’t expected of all people for this particular individual to cross the threshold of either of their establishments. Herald’s jaw shifted and she’d cover up the surprise by taking a deep draught of her drink. Skald shifted somewhat uncomfortably; as he wasn’t sure how to deal with such… Well what could you call it other than a VIP?
Neither of them had seen someone capable of super mega, much less someone that was capable of staying in it for… Well an indefinite amount of time. Even their mercs had never dealt with such an individual. They’d share a glance for a moment and seeing that the little super mega approached her she’d turn her head. Slowly turning in her chair, drink in one hand and a small smile in the other so to speak. She’d tilt her head at seeing the ticket and take a look at what she was handed.
That particular job. It wasn’t something she was expecting to gain the attention of someone like cion. She’d give a soft smile and return the greeting.
”Good evening indeed. Looks like our little job caught quite a big fish!”
”So to speak.”
The renamon-x shifted a bit and leaned on his bar; staring at Cion for a moment before getting back to his own business. The little super mega was here for herald; a job that she had posted. But honestly he was more concerned if this was someone that bit on it that… it was more complicated than they expected.
Herald’s smile would grow and she’d take that small paw in a firm handshake; her large red paw engulfing the others in what you could figure to be a well mannered shake.
”Well not too many folks are too keen on taking jobs like this that are so brazenly posted… So I’d go as far to say that it is. Unless someone picked it up and didn’t tell me...”
Herald turned her attention to her brother who shook her head; herald gave a small shrug and her smile would quickly return. She was sort of uncertain how to address this for a moment before taking the rest of her drink and letting out a soft sigh.
”I can share with you the details in a more private setting; while the job was publicly posted most of the details were not. Including who you’d be dealing with and the reason as to why.”
Herald would gesture to the staircase in the back with a soft smile; even going so far as to stand up. She hadn’t had more than three drinks and as a heavy drinker it would take much more than that to even affect her ability to move about… Talk or even fight. Though the latter bit she didn’t want to partake in with the powerhouse sitting across from her.
”That and payment options too… I know how some folks can be. Care for a drink? Skald can get something for us while we talk.”
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Post by Cion on Aug 20, 2020 17:23:37 GMT
Appreciating the hearty welcome, implicit compliments and their brief stares of amazement, a delighted chuckle whizzed past the petite canines of Cion. Cherishing the firm yet amicable shake of their paws as the universal sign of peace and trust that it was, she eventually released her grip and leaned back into her stool. Admittedly, she had not expected such kindness and esteem from her future employer, and the sentiment of being famous was silly from her point of view, but perhaps she simply had to get used to her steadily increasing renown for the feats she had accomplished. She would never claim herself to be a hero, but maybe some did regard her as one.
However, this was not the time to indulge herself in her pride and self-esteem. As it was becoming to a professional and lady of grace, her attention was entirely the crimson ram's to utilize as she saw fit. Briefly crossing her fingers that the desired assignment was still hers to fulfill, the silver fennec soon allowed a hushed sigh of relief to escape her lips. Her livelihood was of course not dependent on this likely hazardous odd job, but truth be told she was bored to tears - figuratively speaking. A little adventure sounded like just the right distraction.
"Splendid." The usually unassuming fox exclaimed with glee, displaying pleasant anticipation with every fibre of her frame. Taking a moment to cordially bow to the vulpine bartender who seemed to be in cahoots with the chief of the publishing company, it did nonetheless not take long for her to follow the entity who had failed to introduce herself with a name. A minor mishap, and it was not as if the restrained Ascendant was not aware of it. Any newspaper worth their whitened timber gave credit to their journalists after all - commissioning editor included.
"I would not mind a nonalcoholic beverage, or a soft cider. Sober-mindedness is a virtue." Cion responded, partially in jest considering the pun, though she naturally avoided a loss of her absolute focus and mental clarity. Besides, she really did not enjoy the bitter aftertaste. Regardless, she calmly followed Herald to the designated destination.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 20, 2020 18:13:13 GMT
Herald leaned in her chair thoughtfully; giving the other a once over once again. She was definitely dealing with the sort that was not to be trifled with; straightforwardness would be it’s own reward here and the heramon mulled over what she could say about t his job other than the bare bone facts. She’d hum thoughtfully as she led the other upstairs nodding her head as skald picked up what the other had said.
”Well. Cion it’s a pleasure to meet you. My name is Herald, owner of the Daily herald. The renamon in the snazzy vest is my brother skald. Owner of this bar; technically we’re both the ones posting this job even if it only lists my name on there.”
Herald would bring cion into one of their private rooms; a cozy little abode that had many decorations; an air-conditioner for those with a more frosty inclination. Some water pitchers that had been freshly filled judging by how the ice clinked against one another. Their veemon server must have just been through here; or she had caught wind of the conversation and made sure to refill the first empty rooms pitchers.
”I suppose it can be a virtue, but there are times where you have to relax and let go. But in a time like this yes, a clear mind is needed.”
Herald would take a seat and invite the fennec to take a seat across from her. There were several ‘levels’ in terms of seating options; electronical adjustable seats were a bit too expensive so the few handles cion could find would let her adjust in variations if she so wished. While herald only needed to lower her own seat by a healthy amount.
”I’ll cut short to the chase; there’s a group of thugs and thieves in this area that have been muscling in on businesses. The police can’t do anything because they’re tied up in other venues so they’ve extended the job to us. As long as we keep the details mostly mum to the general public. That being said, I’ve a few ideas of where they could be based out of and it’ll be your job to clear them out so to speak. No killing, just knocking them out and applying these collars to them.”
The heramon would provide a silver spun collar, with a small beeping button like light on one side. She’d tap the button and gesture at her neck; while she didn’t put it on the heramon did in fact explain what it’d do!
”The collars are from a special research division out of terminus, supposedly it’ll restrain them so they can’t digivolve higher than rookie. Don’t know how long it’ll last but according to the egg-heads that gave them to me it should be ‘long enough’. Which I’ll be honest I’m not super stoked about.”
It was at this point that skald would bring in the drinks; he had a non alcoholic cider and with a smile he’d place the pair of steins in front of their respective owners. Herald’s own drink was clearly alcoholic but she didn’t seem to mind as she started to nurse it a bit. Skald himself remained near the door, leaning up against the wall as he came in with his own point.
”A lot of the gangs around here have buddied up in the more desperate times too. So there’s more of them than normal and all the bosses seem to be working together. At most you’re looking at a merry amount of champions, a few ultimates and one or two megas. I don’t think the big boss is anywhere around here given that he’s loathe to make public appearances and you can sense him a mile away.”
”See he can access the later forms regularly so it’s difficult to actually catch him without making a huge mess. But we’re not here to cut of the head so to speak; just remove the legs.”
”That just makes a snake herald.”
”Well snakes can be slower than lizards you know…”
Herald almost looked hurt and skald sighed; rolling his eyes while the goat got a somewhat cheeky grin on her face. Leaning and sipping at her drink; she had already cleared half of it which prompted skald to leave for a moment. He wasn’t going to have enough to give her at this rate!
”That being said, if the big boss does show up… It’s double pay to kill, quadruple to capture. They’ve been after him for a very long time and his list of crimes is incredibly long. Far longer than anyone rightfully should have.”
Herald said this in such a way that she seemed to actually hold the boss in some kind of high regard. She’d pause and hold up either hand; smiling apologetically.
”Sorry if it seems I hold him in high esteem it’s because he was once my mentor. It’s just a pity he went down this road rather than the one me or my brother are on. He was always short sighted and his rash decisions did lead him here.”
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Post by Cion on Aug 20, 2020 19:21:11 GMT
Finally getting acquainted with the names of the two digimons she had interacted with, as well as gaining insight into their relationship, Cion nodding firmly in acknowledgment and appreciation of the candor she received. From her point of view, it was always beneficial to be straightforward and genial, and the crimson ram did certainly not disappoint in these aspects. Likewise delightful was the small yet somewhat luxurious abode they eventually found themselves in. The air was pleasantly cool, the décor was pretty and it was surprisingly quiet. Without doubt this was an ideal place to discuss business.
"I agree. Respite is essential." The silver fennec stated as she made it herself comfortable on one of the modern chairs, which she promptly adjusted to the highest possible option to be on the same eye level with Herald. Though inebriation was most definitely something she considered recreative, she had no intention nor desire to debate this harmless topic. Everyone had their preferences and idiosyncrasies, so who was she to deny them if they posed no harm to anyone else? Speaking of the latter, the time had indeed come for them to get to the actual occasion of this meeting - the bounty hunt.
Listening attentively and with peaked ears, the unassuming fox internalized the intel she obtained from her employer. She was supposed to be guided to a variety of locations in the hope to incapacitate criminals non-lethally and impede their evolution via special collars. Unorthodox and atypically complicated, but if that were the parameters of this mission then she was more than willing to comply with them. She preferred to not beat around the bush when it came to her monhunts, but she was a professional who took pride in her adaptability.
"Sounds like an invention DATS would come up with, but it admittedly seems expedient." She commented calmly, implicitly confirming that she had understood the information at hand. The noise of steps interrupted her focus, but fortunately the BlackRenamon was their source. "Many thanks." She kindly voiced her gratitude as she claimed the cider and savored it slowly. Nothing surpassed the sweetly sour flavor of unwooded, fizzy apple juice. Letting out a pleased sigh, she nonetheless payed attention to Skald's explications that she was already familiar with. Terminus was a cesspit of criminality and social failure. That the recent catastrophes gave an excuse to those of a weak will was hardly a surprise to her.
"Simple enough then." Cion declared with unwound confidence, not considering any entity below her magnitude, regardless of their numbers, a serious threat. Perhaps the big boss was noteworthy, but not its minions. A couple of Megas and Ultimates were at worst a nuisance to her, especially if they were mere strikers who lacked tactical options, which a majority of common thugs undoubtedly were. The hardest part would be assuring their continued existence, but she she a few abilities at her disposal to almost guarantee it. Nevertheless, she hoped that she would not be punished for a faux pas or two.
Ignoring the moment of amusing sibling rivalry, the aureate gleam that graced her irises flared up upon hearing a potential increase in pay for vanquishing the chief. It was an unlikely event, but she was an opportunistic mercenary in spite of her moral uprightness. Hence the following question was not surprising to anybody who knew her. "What exactly is the reward per head?" She asked, confident that composing the conditions of their contract immediately was favored over later disputes.
Anyhow, the vulpine ascendant made notice of Herald's admiration, which however was explained swiftly. "Truly a pity. I know what it means to lose one's mentor." She displayed her sympathy and understanding, briefly remembering the night she had lost her former dearly beloved. Years had passed since then, and she had found the love of her life in the meantime, but it still felt as if it had happened yesterday. "If I were to engage him, would you want me to pursue a specific course of action?" She inquired, curious to learn if the Heramon wanted her teacher gone for good or not. Or maybe she wished to speak with him? Whatever the case was, Cion gladly obliged her preference.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 21, 2020 21:40:19 GMT
Herald shifted a bit and took a small sip of her drink; she’d flick her ears and consider a few options of information here. How deep did she go into it all? Was there a limit to what she should tell this mercenary in front of her? She didn’t see a reason to withhold information and after hearing the little bit about DATS she’d sigh softly.
”It’s entirely experimental and from what I was told it was based around the stuff in the human world. So yeah I suppose you could thank or blame DATS for it.”
Their technology was hard to decipher and given that they weren’t about to share a lot of people had to make their own guesswork. She knew these collars weren’t exactly durable but a rookie shouldn’t be able to break something so heavy quickly so… She’d lean back in her seat and skald would re-appear; giving a small nod to cion. He had brought a few drinks and would put them in a fridge next to the ‘booth’. If they were going to be talking for a bit there was no reason for him to be going up and down.
”It is thankfully and… Well per head I suppose it’d depend on the level. Skald?”
“2500 per champion. 5,000 per ultimate. 10,000 a mega. For the boss base it’s 100,000. Though since we’re not the ones paying the rewards for this I know that terminus is up for… well. You can talk to them to increase the price if you want but I don’t know how much they’d go for it."
Skald gave a shrug, honestly this entire mess was pricey to them and they were already struggling in other areas. But the director malganoth was very serious about the crime lords that ran rampant here or there. Heck after his daughter had been kidnapped by a mad scientist he had grown quite a bit colder…
Herald blinked a little bit and rubbed at the back of her head; she hadn’t really lost the mentor. But he had walked a different path and even had become a threat to them and terminus. Which yielded a strange sense of cooperation between them and terminus. She’d rub at her chin thoughtfully and furrowed her brows.
”I’d like him to be captured alive so he can be tried, I want him to be put on a better path honestly. But if he doesn’t let that happen don’t hesitate to put him down. It’s because of him that the area has become so dangerous after all.”
Skald nodded his head and would place a small projector on the table; the holo-display sputtering to life to show off the map of the few locations they knew about. A few ‘guess’ locations were also marked as they couldn’t entirely assume that they were actually tied to this ‘chain’ of gangs.
”All the ‘x’s are confirmed locations of where these gangs are. All the circles are ‘unknowns’ and the skull marks are where we know the ‘bosses’ to be. Mind you this information came to us last week so it might not be entirely accurate. But each skull is also the chance for the ‘main’ boss to be. The only reason we or terminus didn’t act upon it is because neither of us are really in the position to try to fight them on even ground without a huge mess.”
”Well not that we could fight their bosses or even my mentor. We’re only capable of perfect level.”
Herald actually looked somewhat upset at this fact and took a long draught of her beverage. She finished it in one go and grumbled as skald refilled it without her even saying anything. Just how much could this goat drink without it even affecting her?
”That being said, we’re also required to go along with you. So I hope you don’t mind us coming along.”
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Post by Cion on Aug 22, 2020 13:46:01 GMT
Technology of the organization named DATS or not, these collars were bound to be a useful if regrettably temporary addition to her arsenal. Again, she preferred to not beat around the bush when it came to hunting heads and the bounties tied to them, but if she was left no other choice than to preserve her prey's current life then any help in the form of gizmos and gadgets was appreciated. Naturally, the reward had to be in line for Cion to commence with a hot pursuit of petty city criminals that posed no global threat, and to her utmost astonishment it did.
Impressed by the opulent amount of digits she was hearing, she leaned back into her chair and let out a pleased whistle. "That's an incentive wage." She commented, partially in jest due to the pun, but otherwise openly approving of the potential fortune she might make this evening. There was certainly no need to antagonize Terminus' ministry of justice by asking for a higher pay, hence she immediately pushed this notion out of her mind. With the relative and often incoherent value of the Bit, every criminal was in essence worth at least a month of living - only increasing with Ultimates and greater power levels. Moreover, she did not have to be concerned with Rookie she encountered, which too was a plus in her books.
Briefly realizing that she did not require the additional wealth anyway and did this purely out of boredom, the silver fennec instead shifted her focus towards the personal affairs of the crimson ram. His preferences for the course of action were understandable, which was why she nodded softly. "If your former mentor does not render their own capture unfeasible then I shall comply with your wish." She declared kindly yet firmly, hoping that this would allay Herald's presumably hidden concerns. Despite the harsh words, she had reason to believe that putting down the BBEG was the last resort to the past pupil.
Paying attention to the holographic display at hand, the unassuming fox quickly remembered the guaranteed and possible hideouts present in this usually confusing metropolis of rebar, glass and taint. Understanding the added intel she received, Cion nodded a second time and calmly folded her fingers into an open triangle. "I will look into all of them. Fortunately, I actually am in the position to overpower them before a huge mess can occur." She stated, beaming brightly with a sense of confidence and pride in her might as a big grin manifested itself on her muzzle for a moment.
Making notice of the sister's disappointment in her as of yet untapped capabilities, the vulpine mercenary was just about to spirit her up with pleasantries... however her ears peaked in lieu thereof. With a neutral mien, she looked somewhat confused at the duo, uncertain how to respond without sounding discourteous and dismissive of the hosts who had treated her so kindly.
"Why exactly do you have to accompany me? It's not like I'll lack proof of my success. Besides, and apologies for being quite blunt, your limit, as you said, is Perfect. The foes I'll vanquish tonight could be unreasonably dangerous for the both of you." She gracefully clarified her point of view in the hope to not affront the siblings. As with every hero in the presence of a sidekick, she would always have to worry for their well-being. Self-evidently this was hardly expedient. But if she had no other choice... "I'd of course do my best to get you safely through this night, but I'm sure you understand that nothing can be guaranteed. So... are you certain you want to do this? I promise no hard feelings if you do not. Family goes first."
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