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Posted: Sat Oct 20, 2012 9:03 am
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What to do, what to say, what to think. It was like he had some impulsive movement that, ironically, shut down impulse. As always, he was wandering, but he wasn't here to strengthen himself like usual. He had always been known to be ambitious, but he had met the peak. Three Demon Lords? Didn't it feel like it was an end to something? No matter how many rainbows Leviamon blew in his face, or cryptic recitals Lucemon blew from his gut, he just kind of felt alone. He was surrounded by untapped power, and yet... solitary, in a town, was this boy's fate. He didn't even know if he wanted to get back home. He loved the simple beauty of this place. And hungered for the exhilarating danger of the hunt. Every day, he knew he could die. It was what made each day befitting for a last day on earth. If this even was earth. Seemed more like purgatory populated with creatures confused on whether they're in heaven or hell.
They knew they were in hell when they encountered Ben, though. Ben didn't want to call himself an antagonist, but he was. To everything. Digimon he encountered just seemed to be losing limbs... or three. Sometimes they just didn't come out at all. He didn't know why he bothered to hunt the little creatures, but he knew that it felt good. The feeling that surged through his blood, his bones... he wanted it again. This town had become a temporary safe haven for him when he understood that he had been taking in too much. The inevitable shift to the dark road was drawing closer. He felt that too. It was like a burning want and a seething pain at the same time. Each time he looked into the eyes of his Digimon he could feel them filling him with their dark sacraments. When he looked at them, though, they spoke nothing, felt nothing. Because they were so hollow it was like he had to be tainted enough for the four of them. It was such a weight. He thought back on the last time they spoke.
Leviamon, as always, puffed rainbows into his face with disapproving growls and motions and of course, unhappy tones. Leviamon himself already sounded like a retard, perhaps a little fat kid choking on a bacon cheeseburger, but the way he projected himself just made it all the more laughable. He was -- until now -- Ben's source of humor. It wasn't like the Demon Lord ever said anything funny, but Ben made his own humor out of him. He was a joke, and he made sure the beast knew that. Ben's business in misery went past foes. Even his own Digimon knew their place; they could only ever be third best, behind Ben and his ego. "I'm sorry," he started, though he obviously wouldn't stop there. Apologize? Right. "But when did I miss the part where you guys decided to give me the silent treatment? I mean, am I that much of an a*****e?" He smirked; he knew that'd at least get something.
"Pretty much." ...And he knew it'd be from MaloMyotismon. "Maybe, to MaloMyotismon, you're just not enough of an a*****e." That was not as expected, though. Lucemon instigating. He thought he was above that. But, of course, Ben could always bring out the petty creatures inside of the large ones. "Maybe you look like the product of a bird ******** a squirrel." Ben grinned; Leviamon snorted a rainbow in his face. Exhilarating. "You could make a fortune out of that, Sparklebutt. Think of all of the young digimon trainers yet to experience their first real high, grinding up against your nose until you blow your load in their face." That had multiple meanings, none of which were pleasant or G-rated. Leviamon stared in horror. For a Demon Lord, he didn't have much of a constitution.
Ben moved on. He would do this every so often. Unfortunately for Digimon they just weren't witty. They didn't have the same tact that Mister Sultan did. He definitely wasn't a Sultan of the Ottoman Empire, but he was at least the eternal commander of this suckle army of three. "Ben, you weren't always like this. You used to be so much more charming." Sparklebutt said, sarcastically. "Then one day," Ben began to finish for him. "A flying Digimon Sovereign came and used all of its strength to shove an infallible stick up my a**." Sparklebutt giggled, with the wailing sound of a retard. "That's exactly right."
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Posted: Sat Oct 27, 2012 10:18 am
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Posted: Mon Jan 21, 2013 3:18 am
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Posted: Mon Jan 21, 2013 11:00 am
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Ryan woke to nothing, but a black vision with orbs of various colors floating, which was odd for the last time he was awake he was quite sure that he was being attacked by two tall men, whose skin were completely shaded black. They had ebony wings with tears in them, and arms to their knees with wrappings around them. They were a grim, and troublesome pair, but besides the two of them there was a girl and a boy behind them holding hands and smiling. Then the vision of Christian gracefully sprinting between the two me-, an intense pain suddenly hit his mind, and from that point on the shadows and orbs that had been simply floating around him began to condense into a small hole, which expanded into a gateway into the real world. The joke was now on him for, when he finally learned how move around in this "nothing" he squirmed forward, and was shot forward, which turned into a skyrocketing movement. Now he could see his surrounding from a bird's point of view... He wasn't even close to home, far from it in fact. For below he could see a huge tree moving about, and inspecting what seemed to be huge eggs. The worst fear, then became apparent... He was falling... Falling from thousands of feet, and landed directly on the tree whose hair like leaves made him bounce off, and scare the poor creature. "Who in the sam-hell are you boy," the tree spoke with fright as he lifted Ryan up by his foot...
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Posted: Tue Jan 22, 2013 3:41 am
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Posted: Fri Jan 25, 2013 12:26 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 27, 2013 9:53 pm
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Posted: Tue Jan 29, 2013 5:22 pm
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A magical device that allows you to control these creatures, it seemed impossible in Ryan's mind, but then again the idea of a tree being able to talk was unsettling. He was, then set down roughly by the tree that began to turn its interest in the other young man, whom was talking to the large cat. "I have to get out of here, but if I'm right one of these eggs harbors a creature. Maybe I can tame it," he whispered to himself as he began to dash forward, and lunged for an egg that was spotted with black (purple tinted) brick designs. He lifted it, and shoved it into his rucksack, which allowed it to easily fit, and remain tight in his bag without being constricted. Thats, when things began to seriously go crazy for every care-taker out there began to chase him with intense rage, but he didn't take much mind too it. He cleared the egg field, and found himself in the streets filled with toys, and candy. Well shops filled with toys, and candies... And huge teddy-bears, who began to follow him. He peered down the pavement, which led to a cut off of dirt, and forest like area, which he took advantage of. He sprinted himself nearly dead into the now apparent jungle, and was off, but prior to that he found a mask placed against a young-child's face and snatched it. "A Guy Fawkes Mask... Hmm...," he thought to himself as he put the mask on, and began to vigorously scale up a tree, and run along its supportive branches. "I guess bigger creatures have to climb these trees," he thought sourly as he flew across the trees with fear of the new area surrounding him.
-Exit to Tropical Jungle-
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Posted: Tue Jan 29, 2013 5:56 pm
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Posted: Wed Feb 13, 2013 9:46 am
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Posted: Fri Feb 22, 2013 3:24 am
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Posted: Fri Feb 22, 2013 1:01 pm
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(OOC: You are free to post whatever you want. The battle is over and all that is left is the party so you can either post them looking around the village or post them at the party.)
Marco Sombra de Milagros
I'm still learning about this world...
The walk to the village was very animated and cheerful. Most of the villagers were happy to talk with Mistymon while the ones that were too tired (like the elderly) stayed silent for most of the time. Marco fell into one of the people that remained silent, but that was because he was never good around crowds. Wormmon was happily riding on Kyubimon's back along with Iris and Christian while Veemon decided to walk along side his partner. The blue dragon looked concern, lost in thought about Renamon's change. He was too confuse to approach her which was strange considering he was all over her the previous day. Digimon had their own problems too.
Marco looked up at the entrance to the village. He was surprised by how much it resembled a playground or even like Disney World. The place was full of child like wonder. The villagers were all excited about seeing their homes. The few that were not captured ran to their loved ones and embraced them while thanking their digi god for bringing them back safely. The village was immediately full of life. The villagers that were hurt or sick were taken away to the town's hospital. Marco, Iris, and Christian were all approached by the villagers who would be taking them to their dorms where they could rest. Marco noticed that Iris was tired and Christian would probably need a lot of bed rest in order to get his full energy back. Marco accepted their invitation and they were taken to an apartment-like building where all the guests stayed. Everyone would have their own rooms so there was plenty of space for the humans and their digimon to relax.
Before they were dropped off to their respective rooms, the villagers that were guiding them told them about a celebration happening tonight. There would be a big feast in their honor as well as a party for the villagers returning home. However that wouldn't happen until that night and it was still pretty early in the morning so they had all day to relax and get some rest.
Once he was left alone in his room with Veemon and Wormmon. Marco lied down in one of the beds staring up at the ceiling. Mistymon wouldn't be joining them since he was speaking with the village elders. Marco wondered if he would see his wizard friend in the party. Veemon and Wormmon were jumping up and down on the bed that was next to him. They were full of energy and Marco remembered that when FlaWizarmon digivolved, they were all healed. The black-haired teen wondered why they were healed and how FlaWizarmon managed to digivolve in the first place? Did FlaWizarmon find a partner in the middle of their battle? "I wonder who it is..." Marco whispered, but he knew who it was. The flashing screen on his digivice was enough indication as well as the bond they now shared. It was a bond similar to the one he shares with Veemon and Wormmon, but special at the same time. Mistymon was part of the village, he wouldn't leave them because he was their new protector....
Marco sat up on the bed, he had a lot to think about. And plenty of time to do it.
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Digimon Partner(s):Ally/Partner(s):
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Posted: Fri Feb 22, 2013 7:49 pm
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When Iris woke up, she was in a room and Ren was no longer Kyubimon, but back to Renamon instead. She looked around. She already knew that this wasn't a dream at all. That she had came to a strange and new world. Met some new friends and helped save villagers from a tyrant. She sighed as she wrapped the jacket around herself. She paused, remembering that she didn't have this kind of jacket when she came here. Rather it was Marco's. Looking at it, she saw the hole when Devimon's attack had hit him. It would had been her but he shielded her.
Iris held the coat close to her. Once again, she had caused him to get hurt. Renamon looked at Iris and sighed.
"You know if you want to see Marco, he's in a room not too far from here. When you go over, can you tell Veemon to come over here." She said with a smirk on her vulpine face. The smirk was unsettling as if she was implying something. But at the moment, Iris wanted to go thank Marco, so getting Veemon to come to her room didn't seem too bad of a request.
"I'll be back..." Iris said as she opened and closed the door after her.
After walking around for a bit, she was directed to Marco's room. With a gulp, she knocked on his door as she held the jacket in her arms, over her chest.
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DigimonMood: relief reliefAttire:Torn School uniform OOC:
ϒ ou’re probably dreaming a different dream ɪ don’t need the sun ɪ love your smile so much now
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Posted: Fri Feb 22, 2013 9:19 pm
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