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Don't mess with his little buddy haha.
Zamonth had remained in the corner for the duration of the political babble, knowing very well that Amen had lied about needing to relieve himself. But if he had left now, he would simply make matters worse for Amen.
I can't believe that little bastard. Leaving me here!
There were even a few times Zamonth was addressed, but knowing well they had no concern for his opinion (nor he for their's), he simply ignored them or glared venomously at Aperel. They all could continue to mock him in their minds, see him as a simple tag along to Amen. They could even challenge him, severely underestimating the strength that came along with a man more powerful than any of a warrior island. But the time would come that they see he is not a normal human, that he was not raised by combat standards of any that are norm in the land of Egypt. From birth he was raised to fight, and to kill. His body has been conditioned day after day for all his existence, muscles pushed to their absolute limits time and time again. His speed and endurance in the water were simply unmatched.
But then something interesting happened that, at the very least, gave Zamonth a more positive perspective on Satiah. Not only did she acknowledge the fundamentals of Amen's personality, but she was now willing to put up a fight against not only the old and feeble Aperel, but the high and mighty Priestess as well. He could see the fire in her eyes, being a battle veteran himself, and would very much like to see her duke it out with the Priestess now. He edged closer to the edge of his seat, ready for the inevitable explosion that was going to happen any moment now.
And then Amen walks in.
"Oh, there you are." Now he decided to come back.
Zamonth watched as both Nebet and Saliah bit their tongues and went their separate ways. The one exciting thing he may see all day, and Amen thought now was time to put on his Pharaoh shoes. Well, at least they could get this tiring thing over with now. Qar had some good points to bring up himself actually, he wasn't such a bad guy. As everything settled once again, Zamonth was about to avert both his gaze and attention when Amen grabbed his focus once more.
The abolishment of slavery.
Now they were talking. This was what Zamonth had come here to help Amen with. To change the world. There would be people that sought to slow down Amen, to combat him, and even kill him. But they were well aware of this, the challenges they would need to overcome to achieve Amen's goals. And Zamonth was both well equipped and eager to rise and crush them all.
"I say, let the Pharaoh do what he wants." Though this may light Nebet's fuse again, Zamonth didn't speak with aggression. He remained seated with his arms crossed, one leg resting over the other.
"After all, Viziers or not, we are simply here to advise our young Pharaoh, not make his choices. And as you all have your experience in your respective fields, I have my experience in my field. And in my realm of experience, I have been a slave. Amen has been a slave. If you expect a man who was once a slave to now rule over slaves, you're asking for one sick and perverted thing. Slavery is for those tyrants you spoke of earlier. It does not show true power, but power built by those that are truly more powerful than you. Is that the image you want for great Egypt? Because that's how the rest of the world looks at you. Real people of power don't need chains, and they deserve the opportunity to earn a living with that power. If you make your slaves citizens and pay them with your currency, they will give back to your wretched economy. And if you think there will be a loss of entertainment from the lack of beheadings and other slave spectacles-enter the arena, the colosseum, the ring where not slaves but warriors fight, risking their lives if they choose but nonetheless fighting for money as well as glory. This will keep your pockets full and even give the slaves who do not fit back into society an opportunity to fill some role and keep their bellies full." Zamonth paused as he looked over to Amen.
"Yeah, some people will wish him dead. But as Amen said, he doesn't care if his rule is short. He isn't exactly here to make friends, he's here for change. And this will be the first thing he accomplishes, because his reign will be one unlike any other Pharaoh before him. This isn't a story of politics, this is the story of a Pharaoh that paves a new path for this land. If you all are expecting to serve a half-ass Pharaoh with short sighted ambitions, you better resign now. This is going to be rough and it is going to be dirty. With that out of the way, add some other shit in there about how Egypt can be like Luxor and people will start to see the bigger picture and forget all about slavery; at least for now. I know your greedy nobles want nothing more than to be the most powerful civilization themselves. You just need to give them that hope and they'll do anything. People will do anything for power. Trust me. The hardest part here will be convincing your backwards outdated relic of officials to actually join the Free Cities Alliance." Zamonth shrugged and closed his eyes as leaned back into his seat. "Maybe it won't be great for his first introduction, but it's going to happen. So be ready to at least imply so within his speech and get the council from the Free Cities Alliance over here." Though he was silent for most of the proceedings, as Zamonth promised, his opinion would be heard, and more often than not it would be supporting Amen's.
I can't believe that little bastard. Leaving me here!
There were even a few times Zamonth was addressed, but knowing well they had no concern for his opinion (nor he for their's), he simply ignored them or glared venomously at Aperel. They all could continue to mock him in their minds, see him as a simple tag along to Amen. They could even challenge him, severely underestimating the strength that came along with a man more powerful than any of a warrior island. But the time would come that they see he is not a normal human, that he was not raised by combat standards of any that are norm in the land of Egypt. From birth he was raised to fight, and to kill. His body has been conditioned day after day for all his existence, muscles pushed to their absolute limits time and time again. His speed and endurance in the water were simply unmatched.
But then something interesting happened that, at the very least, gave Zamonth a more positive perspective on Satiah. Not only did she acknowledge the fundamentals of Amen's personality, but she was now willing to put up a fight against not only the old and feeble Aperel, but the high and mighty Priestess as well. He could see the fire in her eyes, being a battle veteran himself, and would very much like to see her duke it out with the Priestess now. He edged closer to the edge of his seat, ready for the inevitable explosion that was going to happen any moment now.
And then Amen walks in.
"Oh, there you are." Now he decided to come back.
Zamonth watched as both Nebet and Saliah bit their tongues and went their separate ways. The one exciting thing he may see all day, and Amen thought now was time to put on his Pharaoh shoes. Well, at least they could get this tiring thing over with now. Qar had some good points to bring up himself actually, he wasn't such a bad guy. As everything settled once again, Zamonth was about to avert both his gaze and attention when Amen grabbed his focus once more.
The abolishment of slavery.
Now they were talking. This was what Zamonth had come here to help Amen with. To change the world. There would be people that sought to slow down Amen, to combat him, and even kill him. But they were well aware of this, the challenges they would need to overcome to achieve Amen's goals. And Zamonth was both well equipped and eager to rise and crush them all.
"I say, let the Pharaoh do what he wants." Though this may light Nebet's fuse again, Zamonth didn't speak with aggression. He remained seated with his arms crossed, one leg resting over the other.
"After all, Viziers or not, we are simply here to advise our young Pharaoh, not make his choices. And as you all have your experience in your respective fields, I have my experience in my field. And in my realm of experience, I have been a slave. Amen has been a slave. If you expect a man who was once a slave to now rule over slaves, you're asking for one sick and perverted thing. Slavery is for those tyrants you spoke of earlier. It does not show true power, but power built by those that are truly more powerful than you. Is that the image you want for great Egypt? Because that's how the rest of the world looks at you. Real people of power don't need chains, and they deserve the opportunity to earn a living with that power. If you make your slaves citizens and pay them with your currency, they will give back to your wretched economy. And if you think there will be a loss of entertainment from the lack of beheadings and other slave spectacles-enter the arena, the colosseum, the ring where not slaves but warriors fight, risking their lives if they choose but nonetheless fighting for money as well as glory. This will keep your pockets full and even give the slaves who do not fit back into society an opportunity to fill some role and keep their bellies full." Zamonth paused as he looked over to Amen.
"Yeah, some people will wish him dead. But as Amen said, he doesn't care if his rule is short. He isn't exactly here to make friends, he's here for change. And this will be the first thing he accomplishes, because his reign will be one unlike any other Pharaoh before him. This isn't a story of politics, this is the story of a Pharaoh that paves a new path for this land. If you all are expecting to serve a half-ass Pharaoh with short sighted ambitions, you better resign now. This is going to be rough and it is going to be dirty. With that out of the way, add some other shit in there about how Egypt can be like Luxor and people will start to see the bigger picture and forget all about slavery; at least for now. I know your greedy nobles want nothing more than to be the most powerful civilization themselves. You just need to give them that hope and they'll do anything. People will do anything for power. Trust me. The hardest part here will be convincing your backwards outdated relic of officials to actually join the Free Cities Alliance." Zamonth shrugged and closed his eyes as leaned back into his seat. "Maybe it won't be great for his first introduction, but it's going to happen. So be ready to at least imply so within his speech and get the council from the Free Cities Alliance over here." Though he was silent for most of the proceedings, as Zamonth promised, his opinion would be heard, and more often than not it would be supporting Amen's.
Having a good time reading the events that have transpired so far lol XD
@SolarisYou don't have to actually write what abilities he will have, none of the characters will have any specific elemental powers yet. You can just include the element.
Zakai finished organizing his deck of cards into their respective piles as the van pulled into the scene of the cyber beast. As Makoto's voice was heard, he looked up from his cards and outside the window. The authorities were all over the place, and sure enough a figure had emerged from the mall. Unless this were a movie, and there were no cameras or lights, this was looking pretty real. Not that Gazimon didn't look real, but it was natural to have some doubt about all that was happening.
Moving quickly outside the van to get a better look, Zakai squeezed his D-Connect.
Alright then. Here we go.
Zakai called forth Gazimon, who appeared with arms crossed.
"Sup. I had nothing better to do."
"Right. Well, we could really use your help right now. Another Digimon is tearing the place up."
"So what are we waiting around here talking for? If it's a fight, it's a fight!" Gazimon suddenly took off on all fours right as Commandramon begain firing his assault rifle and charging towards the enemy. As he did, Zakai glanced over at Makoto and noticed his glum expression. Was he feeling okay?
Bullets flew overhead as Gazimon sprinted, darting from side to side so his opponent wouldn't know which direction he'd attack from. As he neared his opponent he could see the bullets rebounding off his armor with no effect. But the distraction allowed Gazimon to hop behind their enemy and attack with his claws.
"Gazimon Claw!" Gazimon grinned as his claws raked across his opponent's armor, but faded once he realized it had no effect. Now their target turned his attention on Gazimon as he swung his weapon violently in his direction. Gazimon brought his chin to the floor and evaded the swing before performing a backflip and retreating to safety.
"None of these attacks are going to . . ." Zakai trailed off, realizing Makoto and Haruka were not listening. Makoto seemed sick, and as he glanced at Haruka he could see an expression of disbelief on his face. Maybe they weren't ready for this? Are too young? . . . Can we really do this? Zakai began running closer to the Digimon enemy. They had to try. It's just like the game, or the show right? It's the same Digimon.
"Gazimon, use the signs and structures around you! Avoid his attacks and strike hard when the opportunity opens!" Pulling a card from his deck and holding out his D-Scanner, he added. "This will help!" He swiped the card while simultaneously shouting, "Digi-Modify! Digimon's Drill, Activate!" Upon activation of the card Gazimon's claws illuminated and as the light faded began spinning as powerful drills.
"Now we're talking!" Gazimon leapt up onto a circular sign surrounded by benches. "Hey bozo, over here!" He caught the Digimon's attention again after he knocked Commandramon back. "Now, eat this!" With that he leapt from his post and smashed his drills into the Digimon repeatedly before landing, rolling sideways and bouncing back into the air and into a tree.
Looking back at Makoto, Zakai was greeted with a very different appearance. Now Makoto seemed like an entirely different person. And he got Commandramon right back into the fight with a more powerful weapon. "There we go!" And now , though Haruka had to add his snark comment, Bakumon was firing as well. We can do this.
"Gazimon, keep him busy under fire!" Zakai called, intending to use Gazimon's agility to aid Commandramon and Bakumon in attacking from a distance. Gazimon kept his furry of attacks going, bouncing from surface to surface as his drill claws made more and more damage on behalf of Commandramon lowering his defense. Each time one of Bakumon's blasts hit the Digimon, Gazimon would take the chance to shift his position and confuse his opponent.
Moving quickly outside the van to get a better look, Zakai squeezed his D-Connect.
Alright then. Here we go.
Zakai called forth Gazimon, who appeared with arms crossed.
"Sup. I had nothing better to do."
"Right. Well, we could really use your help right now. Another Digimon is tearing the place up."
"So what are we waiting around here talking for? If it's a fight, it's a fight!" Gazimon suddenly took off on all fours right as Commandramon begain firing his assault rifle and charging towards the enemy. As he did, Zakai glanced over at Makoto and noticed his glum expression. Was he feeling okay?
Bullets flew overhead as Gazimon sprinted, darting from side to side so his opponent wouldn't know which direction he'd attack from. As he neared his opponent he could see the bullets rebounding off his armor with no effect. But the distraction allowed Gazimon to hop behind their enemy and attack with his claws.
"Gazimon Claw!" Gazimon grinned as his claws raked across his opponent's armor, but faded once he realized it had no effect. Now their target turned his attention on Gazimon as he swung his weapon violently in his direction. Gazimon brought his chin to the floor and evaded the swing before performing a backflip and retreating to safety.
"None of these attacks are going to . . ." Zakai trailed off, realizing Makoto and Haruka were not listening. Makoto seemed sick, and as he glanced at Haruka he could see an expression of disbelief on his face. Maybe they weren't ready for this? Are too young? . . . Can we really do this? Zakai began running closer to the Digimon enemy. They had to try. It's just like the game, or the show right? It's the same Digimon.
"Gazimon, use the signs and structures around you! Avoid his attacks and strike hard when the opportunity opens!" Pulling a card from his deck and holding out his D-Scanner, he added. "This will help!" He swiped the card while simultaneously shouting, "Digi-Modify! Digimon's Drill, Activate!" Upon activation of the card Gazimon's claws illuminated and as the light faded began spinning as powerful drills.
"Now we're talking!" Gazimon leapt up onto a circular sign surrounded by benches. "Hey bozo, over here!" He caught the Digimon's attention again after he knocked Commandramon back. "Now, eat this!" With that he leapt from his post and smashed his drills into the Digimon repeatedly before landing, rolling sideways and bouncing back into the air and into a tree.
Looking back at Makoto, Zakai was greeted with a very different appearance. Now Makoto seemed like an entirely different person. And he got Commandramon right back into the fight with a more powerful weapon. "There we go!" And now , though Haruka had to add his snark comment, Bakumon was firing as well. We can do this.
"Gazimon, keep him busy under fire!" Zakai called, intending to use Gazimon's agility to aid Commandramon and Bakumon in attacking from a distance. Gazimon kept his furry of attacks going, bouncing from surface to surface as his drill claws made more and more damage on behalf of Commandramon lowering his defense. Each time one of Bakumon's blasts hit the Digimon, Gazimon would take the chance to shift his position and confuse his opponent.
Makes sense to me. I'm okay with splitting.
@Dblade26@Hammerman@Solaris@Duthguy@Vongola_Hasayo@Rin@Blight Bug@Weird Tales@tipssyCalibrator
Hey everyone, sorry for the delay in update. I've been sick with fever and migraine the last few days.
But, if everyone that wishes to participate in the first arc could have their character finished by the end of today or tomorrow that would be great!
Since everyone is already listing their elements, go ahead and include it in your character profiles.
Once the characters are approved, we'll vote for the starting point.
Hey everyone, sorry for the delay in update. I've been sick with fever and migraine the last few days.
But, if everyone that wishes to participate in the first arc could have their character finished by the end of today or tomorrow that would be great!
Since everyone is already listing their elements, go ahead and include it in your character profiles.
Once the characters are approved, we'll vote for the starting point.
Checking in again.
My headache turned into a two-day migraine, though I still had to work all day yesterday because I didn't want to call out again. But, should be only getting better from here (I hope lol)!
My headache turned into a two-day migraine, though I still had to work all day yesterday because I didn't want to call out again. But, should be only getting better from here (I hope lol)!
@Blu
I'll try to read the posts later before I post and I am feeling much better today thanks! Just have a headache right now.
I'll try to read the posts later before I post and I am feeling much better today thanks! Just have a headache right now.
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