Verum Eques [MPC 87X]
Jun 5, 2021 3:10:02 GMT
Post by Kitt on Jun 5, 2021 3:10:02 GMT
MPC Name: Fast Forward
MPC Number: 70A
Rewards Requested: Bits
Tranquility, Equality, and Academia. Those three words perfectly described the City of Y’s, and they were the words in which the city was built upon. Founded by Hikaru, the King of Y’s, this city served as a beacon of harmony between the Digital World and the Human World, where the people—no matter who or where they came from—had equal opportunities to succeed. It was where Digimon can strive to be better without any of the financial and economic hardships that the rest of the world presented; a form of socialism can describe it. And for many years, this huge academic city thrived.
Until it didn’t…
A force, unlike anything the Northern Prominence had seen in centuries, attacked the city. King Hikaru and the rest of KIZNA fought valiantly as they fought off their enemies while evacuating the city’s population. But even the mightiest of shields could be penetrated. The King and his allies made a last stand, sacrificing themselves to ensure that every last man, woman, and child could especially. And as with all kingdoms of fairy tales, it too, soon became consumed by the memory of time.
Those that made it out carried the soul and spirit of Y’s, and while they didn’t rebuild what they had lost, instead building a new city elsewhere, they nonetheless carried the hopes and dreams of the late king. But in Y’s snowy ruins, a lone BanchoLeomon carefully navigated through the collapsed buildings as the harsh winds of a winter storm blew over his head.
This BanchoLeomon, unlike others, had creamy white fur. And unlike the usual appearance of the species, he wears a black, hooded cloak with a gold button on the collar. Underneath, he wore a slightly tattered black jacket that he keeps unzipped, with long sleeves; gold buttons, and a checkered blue pattern at the hem. He wore black cropped pants that are hemmed with the same checkered pattern as the jacket, and a single black glove on his left hand. His right arm, interestingly, was covered up in a white cast.
“Ahh, the storm should be dying down soon,” he said, seeing the heavy snow coming down less and less. It was just past midday, the sun was completely obscured, but the clouds were still bright. This was good. Had the heavy precipitation persisted, the landmarks he had placed earlier when coming here would have been buried by the snow. Of course, like any sensible Digimon, the BanchoLeomon could have used his Digi Port to arrive at his destination, but to him, the journey was as equal to the destination. It’s an idea that he held ever since he was a kid.
A few minutes would go by and the clouds began to partially break, revealing the obscured, dim sun hanging in the sky. The lion man would soon come across the ruins of a black-shrine building made of coral, with the front half of the building entirely missing. The BanchoLeomon froze for a moment, visibly shocked.
“Can’t believe any of this is still standing...” he said, amazed. A memory stirred in his core. This was Sancturaim Unions: the headquarters of KIZNA. This place held a special place in his heart. He remembered the day when his older siblings brought him here to join KIZNA as a Spadamon. He had never been inside a building so huge—so luxurious, it scared him. But over time, he treated the place as his second home. It was this very place where he fell in love with a certain Valaismon.
He tilted the hat over his head, giving a genuine smile before continuing his journey. If he could go back to those days where he was a kid, with all of his loved ones, he would.
The snow gave way to a field that was populated by crystallized trees. Glowing flowers marked his way with each step he took. It gave off a warm beautiful pulse of energy. Up ahead, there was a garden facing a vast amount of waterfalls in an almost 360 degree direction. The flowers began to shine from a cold blue to a warm orange as the older Digimon got closer and closer.
There were countless weapons embedded into the ground as well as broken Digivices, acting as gravestones to the heroes who gave their lives to protect the people of Y’s. Approaching the center, the BanchoLeomon sat down to give his tired legs some rest. He looked at the plaque in front of him.
“Hi, your majesty. It’s been a long time.” The BanchoLeomon said. “I hope you're resting well. I’m...I’m still managing as you can see, though things have been tough lately. But I’m still keeping my head up high. You probably already know this, but Ms. Jill is building an entirely new city, somewhere far from here. I think she’s calling the city Neo Arcadia. It’s not like Y’s, but it’s still continuing your legacy nonetheless. I think you’ll be proud of her.”
He paused, taking some time to collect some more of his thoughts. “I know I haven’t been the one with long speeches and big words, but I just wanted to say...thank you, for everything. Thank you for accepting a timid Spadamon like me into KIZNA. Thank you for showing me that no matter where you come from, everyone is deserving of a wish. And thank you, for making this little sire realize that he had a future.”
Getting up, the BanchoLeomon placed a banquet of flowers on the plaque and bowed silently, shedding a single tear before exiting to the ruins of the city.
As he began to make his way back out of the city, his ears twitched, hearing something breaking through the wind. The BanchoLeomon sighed, and drew out his weapon; a sword with a glowing blue edge. Something, or someone was here watching him.
Suddenly, a pair of chakrams came flying at full speed, cutting through a leaning building with ease, making the BanchoLeomon go into a defensive position. As the bladed disk came charging at him, they stopped. Instead, they began to circling around him, creating blue flames as they did. They began to rotate around him faster and faster, creating a dome of fire around him. The dome picked up some wind and started absorbing items into it, the roof of a nearby building was the first to go, fallen beams of concrete and poles.
The longer the chakrams spun, the stronger the winds picked up and the more was absorbed into the fire dome Soon the doom began to contract, closing in on the BanchoLeomon. Seeing as he had no means of blocking this attack, the Lion Digimon had no choice but to raise his arm and brace for impact.
“Sol Eruption!!” A voice shouted.
The dome fully contracted then exploded, causing a giant beam of purple and blue flame energy to engulf the entire area of the street and shoot towards the sky, into the clouds.
As the dust cleared up, the BanchoLeomon was on one knee, burns searing all around him. He began coughing, spitting out a bit of blood. In front of him stood a tall, lion Digimon with extensive armor covering most of his body and a massive crest holding a sun-light sphere. Their body fur was black with a blue mane—Apollomon Whispered.
The large chakrams return to the Mega Digimon’s side and soon disappear in a ball of flames. The BanchoLeomon gritted his teeth, growling. “I can’t believe you went this far, Katt!”
The Apollomon remained still as the wind brushed over him. “I’ll send you to the same place where I sent that false king, Kitt." he announced.
Kitt sighed, a look of pity crossed his face. “Tell me something, was this the only possible outcome?”
“That’s right,” Katt responded. The jewel on his gauntlet fist glowed, blue flames scorching and erupted along the ground, lighting the section of the ruined city of Y’s on fire. “Your death will extinguish the last flames of KIZNA. The age of knights is over.”
The wind began to pick up, plummets of smoke building into the sky from the inferno around them. With a determined look on his face, Kitt picked himself back. “Even so…” He slowly began taking off the cast on his right arm, revealing a clawed, armored arm of an Apollomon, but white in appearance. He picked up his Blue Queen with right arm, and with his left, he summoned a mechanized range weapon that resembled a crossbow in appearance, and pointed it at his fallen brother.
“I’m still a knight of KIZNA!”
Word Count: 1463
MPC Number: 70A
Rewards Requested: Bits
Tranquility, Equality, and Academia. Those three words perfectly described the City of Y’s, and they were the words in which the city was built upon. Founded by Hikaru, the King of Y’s, this city served as a beacon of harmony between the Digital World and the Human World, where the people—no matter who or where they came from—had equal opportunities to succeed. It was where Digimon can strive to be better without any of the financial and economic hardships that the rest of the world presented; a form of socialism can describe it. And for many years, this huge academic city thrived.
Until it didn’t…
A force, unlike anything the Northern Prominence had seen in centuries, attacked the city. King Hikaru and the rest of KIZNA fought valiantly as they fought off their enemies while evacuating the city’s population. But even the mightiest of shields could be penetrated. The King and his allies made a last stand, sacrificing themselves to ensure that every last man, woman, and child could especially. And as with all kingdoms of fairy tales, it too, soon became consumed by the memory of time.
Those that made it out carried the soul and spirit of Y’s, and while they didn’t rebuild what they had lost, instead building a new city elsewhere, they nonetheless carried the hopes and dreams of the late king. But in Y’s snowy ruins, a lone BanchoLeomon carefully navigated through the collapsed buildings as the harsh winds of a winter storm blew over his head.
This BanchoLeomon, unlike others, had creamy white fur. And unlike the usual appearance of the species, he wears a black, hooded cloak with a gold button on the collar. Underneath, he wore a slightly tattered black jacket that he keeps unzipped, with long sleeves; gold buttons, and a checkered blue pattern at the hem. He wore black cropped pants that are hemmed with the same checkered pattern as the jacket, and a single black glove on his left hand. His right arm, interestingly, was covered up in a white cast.
“Ahh, the storm should be dying down soon,” he said, seeing the heavy snow coming down less and less. It was just past midday, the sun was completely obscured, but the clouds were still bright. This was good. Had the heavy precipitation persisted, the landmarks he had placed earlier when coming here would have been buried by the snow. Of course, like any sensible Digimon, the BanchoLeomon could have used his Digi Port to arrive at his destination, but to him, the journey was as equal to the destination. It’s an idea that he held ever since he was a kid.
A few minutes would go by and the clouds began to partially break, revealing the obscured, dim sun hanging in the sky. The lion man would soon come across the ruins of a black-shrine building made of coral, with the front half of the building entirely missing. The BanchoLeomon froze for a moment, visibly shocked.
“Can’t believe any of this is still standing...” he said, amazed. A memory stirred in his core. This was Sancturaim Unions: the headquarters of KIZNA. This place held a special place in his heart. He remembered the day when his older siblings brought him here to join KIZNA as a Spadamon. He had never been inside a building so huge—so luxurious, it scared him. But over time, he treated the place as his second home. It was this very place where he fell in love with a certain Valaismon.
He tilted the hat over his head, giving a genuine smile before continuing his journey. If he could go back to those days where he was a kid, with all of his loved ones, he would.
The snow gave way to a field that was populated by crystallized trees. Glowing flowers marked his way with each step he took. It gave off a warm beautiful pulse of energy. Up ahead, there was a garden facing a vast amount of waterfalls in an almost 360 degree direction. The flowers began to shine from a cold blue to a warm orange as the older Digimon got closer and closer.
There were countless weapons embedded into the ground as well as broken Digivices, acting as gravestones to the heroes who gave their lives to protect the people of Y’s. Approaching the center, the BanchoLeomon sat down to give his tired legs some rest. He looked at the plaque in front of him.
Here Lies the First King of Ys
King Hikaru, First of His Name, Ally of His People, A Dreamer with Faith for Altruistic World
Beloved Husband, Father, Grandfather and Great Grandfather.
“Hi, your majesty. It’s been a long time.” The BanchoLeomon said. “I hope you're resting well. I’m...I’m still managing as you can see, though things have been tough lately. But I’m still keeping my head up high. You probably already know this, but Ms. Jill is building an entirely new city, somewhere far from here. I think she’s calling the city Neo Arcadia. It’s not like Y’s, but it’s still continuing your legacy nonetheless. I think you’ll be proud of her.”
He paused, taking some time to collect some more of his thoughts. “I know I haven’t been the one with long speeches and big words, but I just wanted to say...thank you, for everything. Thank you for accepting a timid Spadamon like me into KIZNA. Thank you for showing me that no matter where you come from, everyone is deserving of a wish. And thank you, for making this little sire realize that he had a future.”
Getting up, the BanchoLeomon placed a banquet of flowers on the plaque and bowed silently, shedding a single tear before exiting to the ruins of the city.
As he began to make his way back out of the city, his ears twitched, hearing something breaking through the wind. The BanchoLeomon sighed, and drew out his weapon; a sword with a glowing blue edge. Something, or someone was here watching him.
Suddenly, a pair of chakrams came flying at full speed, cutting through a leaning building with ease, making the BanchoLeomon go into a defensive position. As the bladed disk came charging at him, they stopped. Instead, they began to circling around him, creating blue flames as they did. They began to rotate around him faster and faster, creating a dome of fire around him. The dome picked up some wind and started absorbing items into it, the roof of a nearby building was the first to go, fallen beams of concrete and poles.
The longer the chakrams spun, the stronger the winds picked up and the more was absorbed into the fire dome Soon the doom began to contract, closing in on the BanchoLeomon. Seeing as he had no means of blocking this attack, the Lion Digimon had no choice but to raise his arm and brace for impact.
“Sol Eruption!!” A voice shouted.
The dome fully contracted then exploded, causing a giant beam of purple and blue flame energy to engulf the entire area of the street and shoot towards the sky, into the clouds.
As the dust cleared up, the BanchoLeomon was on one knee, burns searing all around him. He began coughing, spitting out a bit of blood. In front of him stood a tall, lion Digimon with extensive armor covering most of his body and a massive crest holding a sun-light sphere. Their body fur was black with a blue mane—Apollomon Whispered.
The large chakrams return to the Mega Digimon’s side and soon disappear in a ball of flames. The BanchoLeomon gritted his teeth, growling. “I can’t believe you went this far, Katt!”
The Apollomon remained still as the wind brushed over him. “I’ll send you to the same place where I sent that false king, Kitt." he announced.
Kitt sighed, a look of pity crossed his face. “Tell me something, was this the only possible outcome?”
“That’s right,” Katt responded. The jewel on his gauntlet fist glowed, blue flames scorching and erupted along the ground, lighting the section of the ruined city of Y’s on fire. “Your death will extinguish the last flames of KIZNA. The age of knights is over.”
The wind began to pick up, plummets of smoke building into the sky from the inferno around them. With a determined look on his face, Kitt picked himself back. “Even so…” He slowly began taking off the cast on his right arm, revealing a clawed, armored arm of an Apollomon, but white in appearance. He picked up his Blue Queen with right arm, and with his left, he summoned a mechanized range weapon that resembled a crossbow in appearance, and pointed it at his fallen brother.
“I’m still a knight of KIZNA!”
Word Count: 1463
