Our Inheritance [Cion]
Feb 2, 2021 13:12:06 GMT
Post by Cion on Feb 2, 2021 13:12:06 GMT
It took but a few short minutes for the observant fox to wiitness a definite change, with this supposedly sinful facet of hers manifesting like a tenebrous aura around Syre. Unlike before, it did not appear to act violently and opposed to its wielder's will, but merely radiated as any other powerful signature of data did. In fact, it well-nigh seemed effortless to the onyx felidae, especially compared to her previous attempts of training and meditation. Nonetheless, that downright hubristic smile of hers was nothing Cion wished to behold on her, and the crimson sheen that surrounded her amber eyes was likewise disquieting.
Naturally, this almost schizophrenic dispute she witnessed was adding to the unassuming fox's concerns. Apparently, this remnant or progeny of greed possessed a semblance of coenesthesia and volition, which was presumably disadvantageous. At least the silver fennec had made sure to break down the D-Reaper's files into fractured code after the good doctor had tended to her ills. It was a precautionary measure which had altered and adapted her obtained powers, but it had been a process well worth it. Thus she wondered what the BlackGatomon's plans were as she conversed with this dark sphere she had conjured.
And as the candid feline turned to her, she noticed that something had returned to her - but it was neither her snarky attitude nor her verve. Instead, those were replaced with... hauteur and unsatisfied ambition. "I still think you are not." The vulpine sentinel declared firmly, her gaze narrowed with the certainty that leastwise a single aspect of her had changed. Her contemplative and catty statements which followed this served as confirmation for her suspiciousness. Regardless of the actual truth, the circumstances of this situation were undoubtedly anomalous. Hence she decided to act with consideration.
Calmly treading towards her dearly beloved, she nodded and knelt to meet her radiant eyes with her own. Occasionally, Cion threw a glance at the ominous manifestation with a mix of curiosity and uncertainty. Eventually sighing, she claimed a couple of seconds to gather her thoughts. "It is your decision - admittedly based on my initial suggestion. However, now that you know that we deal with an entity that possesses some form of impetus, you ought to prepare for it. Preferably, if possible, fragmenting its essence into irreparable pieces is a proceeding I recommend. I'm confident your father would advocate a similar approach - given our history."
Naturally, this almost schizophrenic dispute she witnessed was adding to the unassuming fox's concerns. Apparently, this remnant or progeny of greed possessed a semblance of coenesthesia and volition, which was presumably disadvantageous. At least the silver fennec had made sure to break down the D-Reaper's files into fractured code after the good doctor had tended to her ills. It was a precautionary measure which had altered and adapted her obtained powers, but it had been a process well worth it. Thus she wondered what the BlackGatomon's plans were as she conversed with this dark sphere she had conjured.
And as the candid feline turned to her, she noticed that something had returned to her - but it was neither her snarky attitude nor her verve. Instead, those were replaced with... hauteur and unsatisfied ambition. "I still think you are not." The vulpine sentinel declared firmly, her gaze narrowed with the certainty that leastwise a single aspect of her had changed. Her contemplative and catty statements which followed this served as confirmation for her suspiciousness. Regardless of the actual truth, the circumstances of this situation were undoubtedly anomalous. Hence she decided to act with consideration.
Calmly treading towards her dearly beloved, she nodded and knelt to meet her radiant eyes with her own. Occasionally, Cion threw a glance at the ominous manifestation with a mix of curiosity and uncertainty. Eventually sighing, she claimed a couple of seconds to gather her thoughts. "It is your decision - admittedly based on my initial suggestion. However, now that you know that we deal with an entity that possesses some form of impetus, you ought to prepare for it. Preferably, if possible, fragmenting its essence into irreparable pieces is a proceeding I recommend. I'm confident your father would advocate a similar approach - given our history."