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The Crystal Tyrant [A-Rank Mission]
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Post by Nanami Hanabana on Dec 7, 2020 22:45:13 GMT
For ReferenceParticipants: Lagi Wundergeist Omen, Chaddest of Chads Makoto Yuko Himura
The Crystal Tyrant
Though Mojyamon's concerns were plentiful, her stern face didn't betray her. She was wrapped in a white cloak that protected her from the elements, though today's weather was surprisingly amicable. For a Northerner, that is. She stood at the meeting spot, at the lake's edge where she stared off into the eyesore that appeared one day like magic. A small castle apparently made out of ice, presumably from the water of the lake, judging by the water level. As she waited, Mojyamon's mind wandered to the whereabouts of Chief DaiPenmon. Was he doing well? He had gone to negotiate with WinterWitchmon and some ridiculous being calling itself The Crystal Tyrant. Mojyamon felt the name to be a bit heavy-handed, but she wasn't the owner of an ice castle, so she supposed she couldn't be a fair judge. Her village had already sent in a group of local mercenaries, as well as a passing human that offered to help, but none of them had returned, and Mojyamon assumed that they were no more. So this was Crystalline Ferry's last chance. They had scraped together whatever spare bits they could find, and sought outside help from places further out. And she only hoped that this next group would be much more capable and wiser than the last. But Mojyamon was close to giving up hope at this point. Was Chief DaiPenmon even alive at this point? What if this group was unable to put a stop to this "Crystal Tyrant"? Would Crystalline Ferry be wiped off whatever map that was small enough to include such an insignificant town? Still, in this vast field of white, hopefully her clients would be able to find her. It would be embarrassing if they chose to storm the castle without consulting their client first. Funny, yes. But very embarrassing.
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Post by Omen, Chaddest of Chads on Dec 7, 2020 22:57:30 GMT
Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy, her first mission! Well, Omen knew the concept of what precisely a mission was, given her mother had made doubly sure to lecture her back and forth about what one was, what it entailed, and how serious they could be.
For someone she had known for less than a week, Omen felt like the one known as Mae was a bit of a worrywart.
The meeting point was supposed to be this place at the edge of a lake up north. Omen had not been up north before, but her footsteps felt like she knew precisely where it was she was going, and the fact she was a being imbued with fire made the issue of the cold less of an issue.
A Mojyamon among a field of white...Not easy to spot, but once Omen had seen her, the armless critter would come rushing up, the only thing of note that was different than usual being...she had a messenger bag secured unto her person. Though it was more like a lunchbox.
"Mrs. Mojyamon? Is this the meeting place for the mission? I hope I'm not late--my mom was lecturing me a bunch about how dangerous this could be and stuff..." Omen had not realized that...uh.
She might have been the first one to arrive.
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Post by Makoto on Dec 7, 2020 23:48:31 GMT
Ahhh... This had been the furthest that Makoto had been from home - excluding the Moonstone Monastery - in a while, huh? In the chilly tundras of the Northern Prominence, the Renamon-X was unable to help the slightest shudder; their winter coat having not quite grown in. Nonetheless though, it only took them pulling a velvety-looking coat out from their shadow, and wrapping it around themself, to ward off any further chills. "As cold as I remember..." They would hum to themself, watching the way their breath would turn into white puffs in the air. "I'm sure it'll warm up soon, if any fighting starts, though..."
As they walked though, the shadow beneath them would briefly writhe about - as if looking around - before Makoto would hear a familiar voice in the back of their head. <... They're up ahead.>
Glancing up, Makoto would indeed see a pair of figures just over the hill; one large and blending in with the white around them, whilst the other one was much smaller - recognizably a Rookie - giving off a warm and fiery glow that made them stand out... Was that a child? <Thank you, Kuro darling.> Makoto would nonetheless reply to their shadow - picking up the pace as they moved to join up with the duo.
Once Makoto began to near Mojyamon and Omen proper, Makoto would wave a hand in their directions - greeting "Hello there, darlings!" Smiling in a warm and friendly fashion, Makoto would speak "I'm here to help with your Crystal Tyrant issue; as I'm sure everyone else who will be coming are."
Glancing out towards the looming ice castle though, Makoto's cheery hue would become a bit more somber - peering to see if they could see any movement by the front gate, or the ramparts above. "... Has anything changed in the time between the request for help being made, and our arrival?" Makoto would question. There was no harm in being informed, as they began pondering a plan. "Do you happen to know if there are any patterns or schedules, among the digimon within, just from watching from up here?"
Meanwhile though, Kuro would be observing Omen - the only real indicator of this being the fact that Makoto's shadow did not match how Makoto's head was actually oriented. The shadow's head, instead, would be oriented as though they were looking directly at the little Wispmon! It remained silent amidst all of this, however - still shy as ever, even if it was curious.
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Post by Lagi Wundergeist on Dec 8, 2020 5:58:28 GMT
It wasn't just Omen and Makoto facing this perilous task as their own 'first mission' here.
Unlike the others, Lagi, ever the wanderer wanting to find her own place in the world, had signed up for a very different reason: she needed to build her reputation up, and a mission like this would be her chance to put her on the map and out there for the world. She knew what a mission tended to entail and the very real risks involved. She knew she had to take it seriously. And she knew she had to bring her all.
Yet, as she voluntarily drifted herself to where they went to meet, small, harmless, blue flames in her palms to keep her warm, her small knapsack slung across her body (with the SkullGreymon tooth in one of the pockets for luck, to boot) and her 'tail' lightly flicking up and down, almost rather hypnotically, her mind raced with questions about the mysterious ice tower and the circumstances surrounding it. What had happened, exactly? The average DaiPenmon was usually Mega level, while the average Witchmon was just Champion, sometimes Ultimate. Just how did they managed to take them down in the first place?
That thought sent shivers down her metaphorical spine.
Yet, she had to put on a brave face, and as she emerged, she would find herself spotting the Mojyamon client - and two other fellow Rookie levels, one a Renamon X, the other a rather unfamiliar looking armless(?) fox Digimon. A small sense of calm came awash over her as her beady eyes glazed over the two, and a small smile emerged on her scarecrow-stitch mouth. Rubbing her arm, she looked towards the Mojyamon client.
"Hi. The name's Lagi Wundergeist. It's nice to meet you guys." She was soft spoken, and she did twiddle her fingers a little, but as far as she knew, she was ready and willing to trust them. "I'm ready to help wherever I can!"
At first, she did stand/hover still, listening to Makoto voice their concerns towards the tower, but as they continued, something about them had quickly caught their eye - even if they didn't mean to.
Was that shadow actually alive? Her eyes quickly found themselves becoming glued to it as their own shadow had towards Omen. Quietly, she kept fighting the urge to just ask them right then and there all about it.
Truth be told, it'd probably be rude to draw attention to it without so much as a warning. So she stayed mum.
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Post by Yuko Himura on Dec 8, 2020 14:52:18 GMT
True, storming the castle without consulting their client first would have been embarrassing for any freelancing hero. However, Yuko’s partner was no hero… He was a dastardly villain!
“Alright, ladies and Vilemon, here’s my supremely brilliant plan!” Jokermon clapped his hands once, while standing atop a cliff that overlooked the enemy’s foreboding, icy fortress. “We shall trick that Crystal Tyrant fellow into thinking we’re interested in an alliance. As soon as they let us in, that’s when Team B shall strike! The prisoners will be rescued, and I’ll collect the spoils!” The jester-like Digimon explained to his ragtag group consisting of Yuko and six Vilemon. “And naturally, you didn’t even ask ‘Team B’ whether they were on board with your bonkers plan.” His teenage Tamer snarkily pointed out, visibly shivering from the cold even while being covered in multiple layers of winter coats. “Brrrr… It’s fucking freezing out here! No wonder MarineDevimon didn’t wanna come. He does prefer warm waters and sunny beaches, after all. Unfortunately, that means we’re stuck with the worst of the Devimons…” “Wow! No reason to be rude, little lady.” IceDevimon suddenly landed behind them. “I put my pants on just like every other Devimon. One leg at a time. Except, once my pants are on. I make gold records.” Jokermon frowned deeply. “Enough dilly-dallying! Go set the stage for my grand entrance, IceDevimon!” He ordered. “You got it, Jokah-sama!”
The devil in white flew off the cliff, landing on a frozen lake below, whereupon he reached one of his very long arms down and punched a hole through the ice. “Zero Freeze!” He exclaimed, causing the water that sprung out to freeze into a sturdy block of ice. He then proceeded to carve that ice with his nasty claws, creating a sculpture in Jokermon’s likeness.
“Ohohoho! Hello, handsome!” The demonic clown gazed down at his minion’s craftsmanship and rejoiced.
IceDevimon stood on top of the statue’s head, spreading his hole-riddled wings. “Greetings, Crystal Tyrant! My name is IceDevimon. Yes, THE IceDevimon.” He loudly declared in his weird New Yorker accent. “I’ve come here to announce my master, the Demon King of the Digital World, who happens to be. A big admirer of your work.”
Yuko, meanwhile, activated the Team Comm Link feature in her Digivice, trying to contact their one actual teammate who was in the group of (hopefully) sensible Digimon. “Hey, Omen-chan. This is Yuko. Jokah is trying to sweet-talk the Tyrant into letting us in. How are things on your end?” She asked.
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Post by Nanami Hanabana on Dec 9, 2020 0:59:32 GMT
The hired help had begun to arrive one-by-one. First was the Wispmon. Mojyamon wondered if such a little creature was up for the task, or if it's form hid its true power. Mojyamon would likely find out soon enough, so she didn't concern herself very much. She was a strange Digimon, and seemed nervous, though it was to be expected perhaps. Also she didn't introduce herself. How rude.
Next came a Renamon X. They were surprisingly sociable, and Mojyamon wasn't sure what to make of that. But she had never been called a "darling" before, so a new experience is always pleasant, she supposed. Mojyamon's concerns were somewhat relieved when they began to ask questions concerning the movements of the enemy and possible weakpoints in their defenses. There seemed to be someone who at least pretended to know what they were doing. This one also didn't introduce herself. -10 points.
And finally, a Ghostmon had approached them. Introduced herself as Lagi Wundergeist. How pleasant. She seemed a little eager, yet hesitant at first, and seemed distracted by the Renamon X's moving shadow. Mojyamon supposed that could be a little distracting, but she supposed that having a moving shadow would probably be more useful than not having one, so things seemed all right.
"I am Mojyamon." She introduced herself, not breaking eye contact between the three of them. "Though some in my village call me Whitewander. There was supposed to be one more, but I can tell you what I know." She pointed towards the direction of the icy castle. "Rarely does anyone come and go within the castle. I can only assume that their numbers are few as of right now. There is rarely a patrol, though an icy winged-Devidramon will occasionally hunt anyone who lurks in the area for too long. But they do not observe the ground too closely."
She reached into her white cloak, and pulled out a few more much smaller-sized cloaks of a matching hue. "If you put this on, you can traverse the frozen lake with little risk of detection and approach the castle. I have done so many times, though I am forbidden to enter it. If you move slowly and cautiously, you can avoid being detected and-"
Mojyamon's words were interrupted by IceDevimon's display. Mojyamon's expression didn't change, but she could tell there might be some trouble. She grunted as she watched the situation play out. As bombastic as IceDevimon's greetings were, there was no way that it couldn't be noticed. Two IceDevidramon flew from a castle balcony, soaring high into the air and circling the icy demon man Digimon and his large, icy creation. But they did little else than loom overhead menacingly. Nothing else happened, until the footing that IceDevimon placed himself on began to move.
"Ara~ Ara~ The Demon King, you say?" A deep, feminine voice let out a yawn before continuing. The Jokermon ice sculpture began to move as if it were alive, stretching its limbs out as if it had just woken up from a peaceful slumber.
"I'm afraid that my dear master is still asleep, and he gets oh so terrifying if he's awakened prematurely, so I hope that I can suffice! I am the Crystal Tyrant's loyal advisor, WinterWitchmon! I would come out to greet you in person, but your... unannounced arrival has awoken me from my beauty rest, and I'm afraid I've an unpresentable case of bed-head!" The Jokermon ice sculpture covered its still mouth as if it had just told an inside joke. "So... what is it that you wish to discuss?"
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Post by Omen, Chaddest of Chads on Dec 9, 2020 6:24:00 GMT
Omen could not help but wonder if she was forgetting something. Something that was pretty important, especially with meeting new people. A lot of new people, in fact. Mae never said anything about needing to introduce herself to pe-
THAT WAS IT! She forgot to say her name! "O-Oh, and...my name is Omen! It's nice to meet you all!" She exclaimed, before looking to Lagi, Makoto, and...Makoto's shadow(?) Two of these three entities were strange to look at. A ghost, and a shadow...
Then again, Wispmon was another way to say a ghost, right? Perhaps Mrs. Lagi and her had a thing or two in common. She heard her communication device buzzing a bit, so she'd take it out and put it on her ear to hear Yuko...
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"(He went in already? I thought...I thought he was supposed to be over here. Um. Mrs. Mojyamon's giving us cloaks, do you want me to bring yours? I can probably carry it with me...)"
Omen looked to Mojyamon once more. "...Those are my friends, they're trying this...um. This thing called subterfuge." The Clown Prince had a way with words, so even if it didn't work, she was hoping he'd get out of there unscathed. Same with Yuko! "So, our plan's to get the cloaks and go across and get in, right?" Hopefully she'd continue.
God, she sucked at this. She looked to Kuro. As if the shadow could help her. Please. Pls.
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Post by Makoto on Dec 9, 2020 22:49:10 GMT
One by one, everyone was arriving at the tundra - and Makoto would smile and nod to Lagi, as she came onto the scene. As the Mojyamon, Lagi, and Omen all introduced themselves, Makoto would introduce themself as well; smiling warmly. "My name is Makoto; it's good to meet you all, dears. If only it could be under more pleasant circumstances." They'd speak, sighing briefly as their gaze flicked out towards the castle.
However, it wouldn't take long for the fox to notice Omen's and Lagi's stares towards their shadow; Kuro seeming to shy away from the attention, as it 'shrunk' away from Omen and Lagi both, huddling as close underneath Makoto as it could. "Ah... That's just Kuro. Don't mind it, darlings; it's just curious, but Kuro also tends to be pretty shy." They would speak with a smile to the two youngsters, and then down to Kuro. <It's okay, Kuro dear. They're friends.> They would reassure the shadow over their link.
<... And strangers...> Kuro would nervously retort; prompting Makoto to sigh gently. They knew it wouldn't budge easily on that fact, until it had a chance to become comfortable with these people.
Nonetheless, Mojyamon would hand out cloaks to everyone - to which Makoto would nod, accepting their own and wrapping it around themself. "Thank you, dear." They'd murmur to Mojyamon - before glancing over to Omen and Lagi respectively, unable to help but want to check if they needed help putting on their own cloaks. Could one really blame Makoto, though, for their maternal instincts popping up around the younger digimon?
Any further parental concern would be cut off though, as IceDevimon made a rather bombastic display - Makoto blinking a bit owlishly in the direction of the ice sculpture, and the IceDevimon that was shouting out from atop it. "Oh dear..." They'd sigh, cupping a cheek in one hand. If this really was subterfuge like Omen stated, then it must've been - as the kids call it - a 'big brain play'; because subterfuge was supposed to be subtle!
"Well, I suppose if they're playing it that way, that the best thing to do is play along." Makoto would soon sigh; digivolving into the form of Fakemon! However, they would not remain a Fakemon for long; for their form would shimmer, as they became a perfect copy of IceDevimon, signal and all! Briefly adjusting the cloak around themself, they'd smile down to Omen and the others. "If this goes wrong, we'll simply have to make the most of it, won't we?" They'd muse in IceDevimon's voice (albeit noticeably lacking the New Yorker accent,) continuing "You two can either play along alongside me, or sneak into the castle while they're distracted - Kuro will help make sure everyone putting on an act is on the same page."
<I hope you know what you're doing...> Kuro would mutter - its shadowy form eyeing the back of Makoto's head. If someone found them out, then hell was sure to be raised! Makoto, though, would simply chuckle in response. <Worry not, darling. Can never go wrong with a little improv~>
And with that, Makoto was off; making their way towards Joker and Yuko. Briefly, they would take in a deep breath to settle themself down - forcing down any unnecessary giddiness or nervousness that might become a tell - and simply made a polite and composed smile in Joker's direction, bowing deep and gracefully. "Pardon my absence, my dear." They would greet Joker, briefly nodding to Yuko as well as they rose. "I can see that you all have begun giving the Crystal Tyrant quite the greeting, while I was gone; as stunning as expected, of the Demon King."
As Makoto spoke though, Kuro would - tentatively - reach out to Joker and Yuko both, its voice an almost shy murmur in the duo's heads. <... We're here to help. Play along.>
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Post by Lagi Wundergeist on Dec 10, 2020 7:40:46 GMT
So, these two other Digimon accompanying her on this journey named Omen and Makoto, respectively. Nice names, Lagi had to admit to herself. Her wispy tail flicked a little in joy, but that Mojyamon just so happened to raise a good point. Who was the final client who was meant to show up? Perhaps they were held up by a snowstorm or something? Regardless, even though she still intently listened to the Mojyamon's lengthy explanation, her eyes still found themselves fixated on Makoto's odd shadow.
But this three-way inadvertent staring contest couldn't go on forever. As their shadow seemingly shrunk back into the Renamon's body, Lagi put a hand to her mouth in surprise. Turned out, at least according to Makoto themselves, 'Kuro' was just simply shy. "Ah, I- I'm sorry, Mako." She exclaimed lightly, a tiny blush forming on her face as she turned her head towards the kitsune directly, "I didn't mean to scare it or anything."
Lightly floating towards them, Lagi would lean down towards Makoto's shadow with a reassuring look, "I'm sorry I scared you, Kuro. Can you please forgive me for that?" With a sympathetic smile, she would pat the shadow/floor (delete as appropriate; there was literally no way she could tell the difference without out and out confirmation from Makoto and/or their friends on what she actually ended up patting exactly) reassuringly.
Hey, it was the thought that counted, right?
Regardless, once all was said and done, Lagi would happily accept one of the magic cloaks. For a brief moment, she'd take the time to get a good feel on the cloak itself, before she'd put it on - but not before Makoto ended up landing into her line of sight once more. An awkward, embarrassed look crossed her face as soon as they crossed glances, "I- I'm fine, Mako." She chuckled nervously as she unconsciously threw on her own cloak, fixating herself onto them, "Please don't worry about me."
Once she did put on the cloak, however, her attention would find itself drawn towards the giant formulating Jokermon head-shaped ice sculpture, and the IceDevimon putting on quite the show. And needless to say, it was enough to keep Lagi in place, unable to move or say anything. At least until Omen herself spoke up, explaining why.
Not that it was enough to snap her out of her trance entirely.
But there was no use just standing around and twiddling their fingers until nightfall. Makoto would already make their move, quickly 'evolving' into IceDevimon. And even when Lagi could tell herself that it was the still the same sweet kitsune underneath, chills still ran through her spine as the 'IceDevimon' loomed over her. But she still put on a brave face, giving them a simple nod.
"I think I could try to sneak into the castle, " She twiddled her fingers as she spoke, before turning to Omen, gesturing her towards herself, "Omen, you want to accompany me please?" While playing the role of a simple mook sounded like a fun idea on paper, somebody had to sneak into the castle, and Lagi's lightweight body (plus her abilities rendering walls as nothing more than a mere suggestion at best) made her fit much better into the latter role.
Regardless, whenever Omen agreed or not, she'd set out towards the looming tower herself. Hopefully, if things went well, they'd at least be able to get in and out with plenty of information about what was going on, and without barely a scratch on their persons.
If only if it was that easy.
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Post by Yuko Himura on Dec 10, 2020 16:21:36 GMT
“No, he didn’t get in just yet. He’s currently… making IceDevimon talk to a statue of himself. It’s pretty weird.” Yuko informed Omen via their Team Comm Link.
“Wow! My sculpture can talk!” A rather bewildered IceDevimon exclaimed, jumping off the now mobile statue’s head and keenly listening to its alluring speech. “Ms. WinterWitchmon! What a pleasure. Though, I have to ask. Why are you dressed like the Jokermon?”
“It’s quite flattering to hear such a beautiful voice coming out of my mouth, but nothing can compare to the real deal!” Jokah haughtily remarked, having climbed down the hill and joined the duo. He was accompanied by his Tamer, as well as his small troop of cowardly, subservient Vilemon. “Fortunately, I slept like a Fresh Digimon last night, and my hair is perfect as always, so meeting you in person is not an issue for me.” The demonic clown explained, briefly taking off his jester’s hat to reveal his ridiculously spiky, blonde hair.
It was then that another figure arrived at the frozen lake. It was… a second IceDevimon?! Jokermon was slightly startled at first, but he easily played along. “Ah, there you are! I feel obscenely generous today, so I shall forgive your tardiness just this once.”
“Woah, woah, woah, wait a minute!” The real IceDevimon intervened, staring nervously at his doppelganger. “You can’t have two IceDevimon in your employ. How will people be able to tell the difference? They’ll be confused. And frightened! Frankly, Jokah-sama, I shudder.”
Heeding the friendly, disembodied voice in her head, Yuko nodded at the fake IceDevimon, before turning her attention to the real one. “Don’t worry about it. The Demon King may have many minions, but only one Nightmare Soldier can wear this!” She stated, tossing a noisy cowbell accessory that the bizarre-voiced devil caught and happily wore around his neck.
“Alrighty then, let’s get down to business!” The self-proclaimed Demon King declared, smiling widely. “As someone who has spread terror throughout the Digital World time and time again, I have quite the eye for promising, young talent, if I do say so myself. An up-and-coming villain like the Crystal Tyrant could learn a lot from a veteran like me. I’m sure that your master - cranky as he would be after being awakened from his nap - would agree that a partnership between two generations of evildoers would be nothing but beneficial, no?” He proposed, squinting his single visible eye.
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Post by Nanami Hanabana on Dec 12, 2020 0:56:15 GMT
Mojyamon didn't make any comments concerning Makoto's departure as well. She supposed that they knew what they were doing. Mojyamon wasn't the professional, after all. Which left her alone with the two... likely child-level Digimon. Would they truly be okay on their own? Mojyamon stroked her beard for a long moment, pondering what the next course of action should be. Mojyamon had sworn not to get involved in rescuing Chief Daipenmon, but there had to be something else she could do, right?
"Hmm. Will you two be okay going inside by yourselves?" Mojyamon asked the remaining pair. But Lagi seemed comfortable enough with going ahead. She nodded towards the pair and made sure her cloak was on tight. "I know a path that can get us to the castle. I cannot help you or go inside myself, but I can at the least get you in there safely. And she began to move with the traveling Ghostmon, and perhaps the Wispmon. Meanwhile, between Joker's inclusion into the conversation, the appearance of another IceDevimon, it was all quite something to react to. The Jokermon ice sculpture remained still for a few seconds, as if to process everything happening. And eventually, it began to move again along with WinterWitchmon's voice.
"You'll have to forgive me, dearies!" She said in a cheerful tone. "I thought that I had just spotted a rat in my... in my master's castle, and I do hate those oh-so-very much!" She let out a girlish giggle, like she had just told someone her dirty little secret. "But as impressed as I am by your claims, sir Demon King, I have to admit you seem to be mistaken about something! The Crystal Tyrant, name choice aside, is not some horrid villain out to seek control over the Digital World!" Though she kept her friendly, somewhat condescending tone, a thin layer of seriousness could be heard underneath.
"Compared to the other regions of the Digital World, the Northern regions seem just a tad too barren and underdeveloped, does it not? But my master seeks to unify the region for the good of everyone! After all, if the North flourishes as a whole, would that not be better for the Digital World? Some sacrifices have to be made for the sake of progress, of course, but I don't think the Crystal Tyrant would like to associate himself with self-proclaimed evildoers!"
There came a small chuckle from icy Jokermon's visage. "Of course, should you still like to work with us, we would most definitely not complain! But our goals are a tad bit more noble for your expertise I believe! We can establish a partnership for sure, but I'm afraid that it would be a little less... lateral than what you've offered."
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Post by Omen, Chaddest of Chads on Dec 12, 2020 9:06:20 GMT
Omen was fairly certain that her cloak fit just fine. She was a bit busy multitasking listening to her comm and paying heed to everything else. "You know, Yuko-chan...That does sound pretty weird. But I think it's also pretty valid. Maybe it's...like...Joker self-help...? Just sit tight, either way."
She had half an urge to suggest that Farfarello start singing, but that might actually be detrimental and by Yggdrasil she did not want to end up being like that. Too many stories already.
Looking to the retreating shadow, Omen could not help but feel a bit of empathy. Crowds had a similar effect on her, something that...others learned pretty swiftly in super huge ones. "It's okay. I know how that feels."
Looking towards Lagi, Omen could only offer a nod. "I do." Before she looked to Mojyamon. "I think we will--we're small and we're ghosts, soooo...we're super slippery!" If she could, she'd be giving a wry smile at the Mojyamon. But alas! She had to run after Lagi!
...And Mojyamon too. She had a path for them to follow towards the looming specter of the tower. The more help that was had, the merrier, truth be told. So, this was a two pronged operation. Makoto and Joker on one end while she and Lagi were on the other.
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Post by Makoto on Dec 13, 2020 6:00:06 GMT
Makoto would smile gently to Lagi, as the little Ghostmon apologized both to them, and to Kuro. "It's quite alright, darling. I don't know if you'll get much of a response from Kuro, though, with its shyness." They'd murmur; patting Lagi on the head. Indeed, Kuro would be completely silent - seeming to shy away from Lagi's touch, when she'd attempt to pat it. With the empathetic link the duo shared, though... "... I can tell that Kuro appreciates you two understanding, though." They'd conclude with a reassuring smile to Wispmon and Ghostmon both.
... Before long though, Makoto would have departed to sneak in alongside Joker and co - something that seemed to be going at least decently well. Everyone was a little startled, but Makoto would simply maintain their composure; smiling warmly to Jokermon, as he excused their 'tardiness'. "Ah, as admirable as always, my dear king." They would casually and smoothly respond to his forgiveness - suppressing the urge to giggle or chuckle. They had to keep up their act, after all!
Ah, but it seemed as though neither Omen nor Lagi followed after. Were the duo aiming to infiltrate the castle, while everyone else was keeping the WinterWitchmon's attention? Though Makoto was unsure about allowing the children to be unattended, they otherwise trusted that the two would know what they were doing, in signing up for a mission like this.
Thus, as WinterWitchmon began talking, Makoto would turn to listen to her - maintaining a composed and polite posture. In listening, however, it didn't take long for them to figure out something interesting - namely, in the fact that WinterWitchmon did not seem to believe that what they were doing was wrong at all. Makoto would hum a little to themself at this - in thought - before glancing over to Jokermon. "Permission to speak, my king?" They would prompt.
If allowed to speak, Makoto would step forward a couple paces, before bowing in the direction of the Jokermon sculpture, that WinterWitchmon was using as her mouthpiece. "Before I begin, I will say that it is a shame that we cannot speak face to face; I am sure that bedhead or not, that you are quite a pretty dear." Makoto would begin with a wry smile, unable to help a light amount of flirting. However, they would soon go back on track, continuing "Your stated motives certainly sound noble and well-intentioned - and I am sure that my king would be interested in how you go about such, and how it may affect the world at large..."
"... But we would also like to ask you some questions as well, so that we may better understand you and your master's intentions, and the policies that the Crystal Tyrant would put in place as a ruler of the North."
Briefly, Makoto would pause - as if considering their words - before continuing "... Even in the other parts of the Digital World, the idea of an overarching ruler or government having control over any swaths of land larger than a city or town is a strange idea; something that one would consider a relic of pasts better long forgotten, and of the Analog World. Even with intentions of seeing the North flourish, some may chafe under the Crystal Tyrant's reign, arguing that the North is no less or more developed than other parts of the world, given the existence of the City of Ys in the Shining Sea, or of Snowflake Village. They may even argue that the Western Flatlands are in far more need of development and infrastructure - although with you both presumably being ice digimon, the climate there would likely be unpleasant for either of you."
"Which brings us to the questions... How would you handle pre-existing settlements that consider themselves wholly independent - and would like to continue being independent - with this in mind; and how would you ensure that the transition to being under the rule of another would be comfortable, for Digimon whom are unused or even opposed to the idea?"
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Lagi Wundergeist
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"Just once, I'd like to make a dramatic exit that DOESN'T involve a life-threatening explosion."
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OOC Name: PanzerThiefZero
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Post by Lagi Wundergeist on Dec 15, 2020 4:06:44 GMT
Great! Lagi had a feeling she wouldn't be alone on her little journey, and Omen's acknowledgement had quickly warranted a smile and a thumbs up at her fellow spectre. But Mojyamon had raised a very good point herself. Even if she could at least help them get into the castle, other than that, they were on their own. Even with the small flames still ruminating in her palms, she still couldn't ignore that faint chill running through her body as they got ever so closer.
But another thing lingered in her mind: Makoto. She was practically aware that they knew that the pair of poltergeists were basically young kids more than willing to punch above their own weight. She could tell from the way they looked at the two earlier. Their concern was appreciated, yes, but the doubts lurking Lagi's mind were threatened to be drowned out by her inner coach talking the two up as much as possible.
They don't have to worry about a thing! Lagi internally reassured herself, as her beady eyes drifted over to the 'IceDevimon' gradually disappearing from their view as they moved along, We can do this! We're gonna get in there, in and out safely, and they're gonna be proud of the both of us, damnit! We'll be fine! We can do it!
...can we?
Taking her mind off that... less than reassuring thought, Lagi turned over to Mojyamon with a question, "Um, excuse me, Mojyamon, but why can't you go into the tower, exactly?" Perhaps there was a tower keeping her out, or a magic spell meant to keep away way stronger Digimon from wrecking havoc inside. It was an all too common defensive mechanism to keep any would-be threats away from the area.
If that was the case, she'd have to admit it was a pretty smart move.
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Post by Yuko Himura on Dec 15, 2020 15:35:18 GMT
There were few things that could genuinely strike the fearsome Demon King dumb, rendering him like a very unlucky deer staring at a car’s approaching headlights. What WinterWitchmon’s artificial mouthpiece said was one of them. “Noble goals? Unifying the region? Humbug! That’s not how being a big bad boss works!” The villainous jester exclaimed, pouting in an exaggerated manner. “You’re supposed to laugh evilly, dress evilly, monologue evilly, and perform elaborate musical numbers praising how dashingly evil you are!”
Jokermon cleared his throat and did a few quick vocal exercises to warm his voice up. Fortunately for everyone present, the fake IceDevimon intervened before the Clown Prince could break into song. “Permission to speak, you say? Hmmm… Alright, go ahead.” Jokah nodded in approval, but Yuko could tell that he was still disappointed.
The group listened carefully to the doppelganger’s speech, with the real IceDevimon in particular being quite amazed by their eloquence. “Wow! That was a fantastic speech! Almost as good as cowbell. Almost. Couldn’t have said it better myself.”
The teenager Tamer also seemed to agree with most of the points raised. “I guess if you wanna take over a region for the benefit of everyone, you’ve gotta remove the old rulers from the picture first. That’s a lot to take in, though… Couldn’t we ask the Crystal Tyrant himself what he thinks of all this?” She pointed out.
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