Whisperer in DarknessThe Knights "These are no ordinary Digi-Eggs we speak of, Tapirmon, " said Buraimon with a hint of reproach. "They are items of great power, said to have been created in ancient times by the Five Who Are Most High; to be entrusted with even one of these treasures is a great honour, and if you succeed in the quest before you they shall all likely come into your possession." "As for how many there are, young Guilmon, " Leomon interjected, "the prophecy states that there are nine Eggs such as this, and each represents one of several virtues—Courage, Friendship, Love, Reason, Reliability, Sincerity, Hope, Light, and Kindness. Only those who demonstrate the corresponding virtue are able to make full use of an Egg's power, and it has been foretold that a Tamer of legend would unite these treasures—and in so doing, open the path to a decisive end of the conflict between Royal Knights and Demon Lords." Silas blinked at this, casting a glance towards Hawkmon. In response, the avian Rookie merely shrugged; it seemed that he was not familiar with the prophecy of which the two Champions spoke.
The Lords No sooner had Joel voiced this sentiment than Lucemon let out a haughty sniff; clearly the boy's muttered jibe at the angel's choice of residence had not gone unnoticed. Despite this, the overly proud creature seemed content to let this insult slide, for his eyes narrowed as he caught sight of the brief movement at the window. "Well, now, " Lucemon said, his lips pressing together in a thin line—a smile that did not reach his eyes. "It would seem that we have some uninvited guests. I think that some house cleaning is in order, my friends..." *** Had she not been so thoroughly worn out from the long walk, Olivia would almost certainly have slapped Alistair's hand away and told him to mind his own business; she didn't need the Southerner's charity or his pity, and it wasn't as though she were a child who had tripped on something and fallen over. Be that as it may, the green-eyed young woman was simply too tired to care; and rather than snap at him, she simply waved him away. "I'll be fine, " she breathed; her words came out with some difficulty, and there was a tightness in her throat—but such a thing was hardly unusual, given the long trek through the jungle, and she igored it. "Just need to...catch my breath, is all." A few feet in front of her, Syakomon—who had landed facedown on the ground when she dropped him—did not sound happy. "Mhat hurmf!" he mumbled into the grass. "Omimmia, I pam free! Mherd the sky fo?" "Oh, hush, " the young woman sighed, reaching up to pinch the bridge of her nose. What I wouldn't give for a mute button...
Twilight Time" Who are those 'Five Who are Most High?' and who decided to give those bastards such a pretentious title. Seriously I've never heard of them." Tapirmon said annoyed. " As for the Digi-Eggs. Hope that makes the little Demi-Veemon shape up." she said smugly.
WHAT HAS SCIENCE WROUGHTMunch looked lost in thought. Something about those eggs caught his attention. "Hold on, weren't those noble houses or something? I'm not that good with history." Patrick sighed. "Well, regardless, we may want to head on soon. Standing in a desert for so long can't be good for any of us."
...and that's terrible.
みぞれ白雪Sivan rubbed her chin. "If those Digi-eggs will help us put the Demon Lords down, it is fairly obvious to me that we need to gather them..."
Lopmon, meanwhile, glared at Tapirmon.
"Your impoliteness is astonishing, " he said. "Calling Digimon you know not bastards simply for the sake of it, or to belittle them, is rude beyond measure..."
He covered his face with his ear, giving the impression that he was imitating a certain human gesture.
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WHAT HAS SCIENCE WROUGHTMaster Tyrannomon repositioned himself again so Rue could stand in his shade. "Honestly? Tapirmon was like this in his last incarnation too. And the one before that, if my late predecessor is to be believed."
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...and that's terrible.
Mariachi styleSomething about Lucemon's smile managed to send a chill down Joel's spine, though he tried his best to hide it. It was like a shark who'd just spotted its next meal and when things went pear shaped he definitely didn't want to be in the water with that little shit. Vaguely, it reminded him of the way his old stepmother had looked at his father at times, though he didn't want to think too hard about that. Clearing his throat, the boy lifted Wormmon off of his shoulder and set him down on the ground, the Digimon offering little resistance, he supposed the little thing was just glad that he could go out on his own now. "Yeah, you guys go ahead and do that. Me an' the inchworm here'll... keep watch, I guess." It wasn't like he didn't think much of the group's chance of survival against whatever it was that had set up shop in the angel's rotting Scooby Doo mansion, he just doubted his chances in particular. He'd gotten the short end of the stick in terms of partnership and he doubted he'd be able to take whatever was out there in a straight fight, either. As he spoke, he began to remove his hoodie, now more ratty and stained than it had been since arriving in Japan. There was something uncomfortable to him about doing this in front of a group of total strangers, especially considering he hadn't bothered to wear anything under it, but it was far too hot to be wearing anything that thick and he couldn't have cared less at this point. As he pulled the garment off over his head, he took a moment to wipe the sweat off his brow and sling the hoodie over his bony shoulder, like a grey rucksack. He couldn't really say he was a paragon of masculinity, with a sunken chest and visible ribs, but he'd grown comfortable with his appearance over the years.
"Was JFK a mermaid? I don't know, I'm just asking the tough questions."
Twilight Time"HIS" Rue asked confused. "But... Isn't she...?" she said looking at Tapirmon baffled. This Digimon stuff is so confusing. Not even genders are certain. she said sighing. "Er... Not that there's anything wrong with that... I guess reincarnation or something..."
Crazed Lawrencian—Alistair raised an eyebrow. Well, she doesn't look THAT okay... Buuut, if she says she doesn't want help, then I'd better listen. This can't hurt...— "If ya say so, ma'am. Lemme help tha lit'le guy, tho." —With a small chuckle, the Southerner picked up Syakomon, hoisted him up, then put him back down again, brushing dirt away from the eyeholes.— "Theah ya ahre."
—Meanwhile, Tsukaimon fluttered up, after the angelic Lord, spitting bits of fabric out as he went. — "So, ah, shineh guy, whut's da plan today? Dese big guys're a pain in da processeh. Whut gud can dey do?"
Proud member of the IAA What's the point of being grown up if you can't act childish?
Whisperer in DarknessThe Lords "'Keep watch'?" Lucemon echoed, turning to face Joel; as he did so, the angel's smile widened faintly and he spread his arms in a grand gesture that seemed to encompass the castle and its surrounding grounds. "This is the epicentre of our power, young man; we seven have not been gone for so long that the creatures of this forest have forgotten how they once looked up to us with respect and fear, as is right and proper. Perhaps you believe that there are any Digimon so foolish as to attack us here? What an amusing notion." The childlike figure inclined his head then, and a shadow fell across the upper half of his face; when he next spoke, there was no trace of the humour which had filled his voice a moment ago. "Besides, I could not help but notice your presence and contributions during our earlier battle with those mercenaries...or lack thereof, I should say. Our friend Wormmon has been neglecting his fitness, and from the look of things he would not be the only one; healthy bodies make for healthy minds, or so I'm told, and the pair of you are past due for a bit of exercise..." With these words, Lucemon curled one index finger slightly as if he were beckoning to Joel and his partner; no sooner had he done this than the scrawny young man and the venomous green caterpillar would feel an unseen force pressing at them from behind, gently enough not to hurt them in any fashion but insistent enough that it could not be resisted. It impelled the two into motion, setting them on a direct course for the run-down castle, and if they tried to stand their ground they would quickly find that doing so made increase the pressure of whatever it was that drove them onwards. Lucemon watched them go, the angelic Rookie's eyes twinkling faintly in what might have been amusement; it was then that Tsukaimon reached him, and he folded his arms as he listened to the blue bat's misgivings. "I admit, they may not look like much, " he said under his breath, "but trust me, old friend. The children's purpose will soon become clear..." *** Once Alistair had righted Syakomon and cleaned him off, the pink Bivalve's shell opened acrack and a loud ptooey! rang out as the Rookie spat out a few clods of dirt. Syakomon's shell closed then, and his golden eyes started to blink rapidly as though he were trying to remove some irritating specks of grit. "Th-thank you, M-mister, " he said in obvious relief. "It was s-s-so d-d-dark, and I couldn't s-s-see an-anything. It w-would be n-nice if I d-didn't need p-people to help me up w-when I get ffffflipped over, y-you know?" By this point Olivia had gotten to her feet and watched her partner's grateful blabbering with a scowl. She was still breathing heavily, a faint wheeze now accompanying every inhalation and exhalation, and her throat felt as though it was slowly growing tighter with every passing second; she realized what this meant, and her hand began straying towards the fanny pack at her hips. Then she realized what she was doing, and her scowl deepened as her hand came to a halt scant inches from the zipper. Not now, Olivia; not with everyone watching. Besides, this isn't a full-blown attack; this is your body, and you can control it. Taking her own advice, the androgynous blonde spent a good twenty seconds trying to regulate her breathing; it seemed to work, for though a hint of a wheeze could still be heard her breaths were much quieter and calmer now. With that done, she walked over to Syakomon and glanced down at the clam, slowly shaking her head from side to side; she knew that she would have to carry him once again, much as she might have wished otherwise. "What am I going to do with you, " she muttered under her breath.
The Knights Buraimon's eyes narrowed. "You show great disrespect for the Harmonious Ones, Tapirmon; it is They who maintain our world and give us life. If nothing else, some deference to the Golden Dragon of the Center is due; without His intercession, neither you or any of those present would exist...apart from your human friends, perhaps, but then without the Five Who Are Most High they would not be standing here, for here would not exist." The birdlike Champion looked as though he was going to continue, but Leomon raised a hand and cut him off. "Regardless, time is now of the essence; it will take you some time to reach the Palmon village, and if you want to get there before the desert heat grows unbearable it would be best if you set off now. Farewell, O Royal Knights, and remember—the next Egg shall be found to the northeast, in the Valley of Thunder." With those words, the two Champions stood up in unison and bowed; then they turned around and strode back into the temple. Seeing that there was no more to be done here, Silas turned towards the north and nodded to himself. "Right...guess we'd better get moving, then." Taking his own advice, the grey-eyed young man rolled back the sleeves of his sports jacket and set off; behind him, Hawkmon spread his wings and followed from the air.
The Butterfly on your Shoulder."Where're we going?" Kaori asked, her head tilted to one side. She still had no idea what was really going on. "You weren't listening, were you? You just got told exactly where we're going." Patamon landed on her head with an annoyed sigh.
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“I choose a lazy person to do a hard job. Because a lazy person will find an easy way to do it.” - Bill Gates
Twilight Time"More desert..." Haruka said. "Is there a Digimon equivalent to sunscreen Leomon? I'm kind of... Sensitive to the sun." she said.
みぞれ白雪Sivan wrapped the keffiyeh around her lower face.
"We're going north-east, to the Valley of Thunder, to get the next Digi-Egg, " she told Kaori.
Turning around, she followed Silas, absentmindedly stroking Lopmon's ear.
A cuddly sandwich of animé and magical girls and bespectacled folks." -Lily Winterwood
WHAT HAS SCIENCE WROUGHTMaster Tyrannomon stood so his shadow fell over Haruka once again. "I will do my best to shade you, madame." Munch finally crawled out of his hole and began to fill it back in, scratching behind his ear-flaps as he did. "That was a nice nap. Anyway, northeast would be... that way." Patrick wiped his brow and looked around at the group and following behind Hawkmon. "Right then."
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...and that's terrible.
Twilight Time"Thank you Master Tyrannomon." she said. "It's a part of my condition you see." " Masters for not I'm glad we can hinally we can stop lollygagging. Let's do this!" Tapirmon said. The puffs of smoke became thinner and less noticable. Haruka hoped that it was a sign of Tapirmon being more co-operative. But more likely than not she's suffering from dehydration. Haruka had to admit. I hope we reach a water source soon. There's really nothing to drink out here.
ヌイ"Now... Valley of Thunder... Do we have to dodge lightning every ninety seconds?" Ryu said nervously. "..." Kotemon's patience was wearing thin.
"My god... I'm gone for 12 hours and a half and this place turns into Jerry Springer 4 kidz! What's with the drama all of a sudden?"
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