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The Youkomon line is probably the closest to what you're after in the canon.
I'm not a fan of most of the forms being essentially Renamon re-colors. But I have to admit that last form is damn cool.
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I'm not a fan of most of the forms being essentially Renamon re-colors. But I have to admit that last form is damn cool.
My question involves a digimon partner. I'd like an original but may need some help designing the various stages. Generally I want it to follow a Fox or Racoon mixed with a Gentleman/Phantom Thief theme. I'm not really sure if such a line already exists, my memory of the Digimon bestiary is pretty fuzzy. Basically I'll just be a disillusioned Digidestined that sort of went rogue after the apocalypse, and will likely take some convincing to play hero again.
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A monarchy, is it? Glaceo rubbed his chin thoughtfully. Unfortunately, monarch's had a habit of being like misers with their power. Most of them were like Lord Frieza, gripping power and authority tightly like a miser's purse and completely unwilling to relinquish any of it for any reason. So convincing a monarch - even of a peaceful world like this one - to effectively share some their authority with another, especially if that other was someone like Frieza? It wasn't going to be easy. If this were a democracy or republic, then Glaceo could appeal to multiple individuals in order to win a majority vote. Just how peaceful was this planet, really? One of the inhabitants spoke of not needing war for a long time. That implied a dark chapter in the planet's history.
"Ask for directions to their capital city, then take your leave. Tell them you need to report back to your superiors. They have no reason to try and stop you, but if they do, then deal with them at your own discretion." then Glaceo glanced up as Satay spoke. She seemed to be catching on to what made Glaceo so unique among the Galactic Frieza Army. That was fine, perhaps she'd find his leadership more favorable than that of Frieza. Either way, as long as she remained an ally and not a threat then he would not act against her in any way.
"Carrots make for more effective bait than sticks, my dear." he replied, then watched her leave the room. She mentioned being unsure about their ability to persuade, but did not divulge any information beyond that. Well, while he waited for whatever Satay had in mind, Glaceo began to put a plan of his own into motion. He briefly returned to his quarters and retrieved a simple cloak from his wardrobe. It was there when he needed to be more discreet, or perhaps move around without his lineage drawing unnecessary attention. He held the cloak draped over his arm as he returned to the observation bridge.
"Ready a landing pod." he told one of the officers, who saluted and then briskly walked away to follow the order. By then Satay had returned, and she wasn't alone. She was accompanied by something Glaceo could only describe as a clone. It looked very much like Satay, but it didn't seem as strong nor as intelligent. In fact it looked rather timid and unassuming. Not at all like something bent on the conquest of a planet. The clone - Mina, Satay called it - might be useful for what Glaceo had in mind. And like her earlier ability, Glaceo's only offered reaction was to mentally file it away in case such a skill ever came in handy in the future.
"That should do nicely," Glaceo said, lifting the clone girl's chin to examine her more closely, "yes, well enough. The two of us will be landing, her and I." Glaceo announced, "Once Arkos gets me coordinates for this planet's capital we'll be taking a landing pod there. I want to personally learn a bit more about this planet before we actually make a move. I'm especially interested in this monarch that apparently rules it, and whatever skeletons they have hidden in their closet."
A monarchy, is it? Glaceo rubbed his chin thoughtfully. Unfortunately, monarch's had a habit of being like misers with their power. Most of them were like Lord Frieza, gripping power and authority tightly like a miser's purse and completely unwilling to relinquish any of it for any reason. So convincing a monarch - even of a peaceful world like this one - to effectively share some their authority with another, especially if that other was someone like Frieza? It wasn't going to be easy. If this were a democracy or republic, then Glaceo could appeal to multiple individuals in order to win a majority vote. Just how peaceful was this planet, really? One of the inhabitants spoke of not needing war for a long time. That implied a dark chapter in the planet's history.
"Ask for directions to their capital city, then take your leave. Tell them you need to report back to your superiors. They have no reason to try and stop you, but if they do, then deal with them at your own discretion." then Glaceo glanced up as Satay spoke. She seemed to be catching on to what made Glaceo so unique among the Galactic Frieza Army. That was fine, perhaps she'd find his leadership more favorable than that of Frieza. Either way, as long as she remained an ally and not a threat then he would not act against her in any way.
"Carrots make for more effective bait than sticks, my dear." he replied, then watched her leave the room. She mentioned being unsure about their ability to persuade, but did not divulge any information beyond that. Well, while he waited for whatever Satay had in mind, Glaceo began to put a plan of his own into motion. He briefly returned to his quarters and retrieved a simple cloak from his wardrobe. It was there when he needed to be more discreet, or perhaps move around without his lineage drawing unnecessary attention. He held the cloak draped over his arm as he returned to the observation bridge.
"Ready a landing pod." he told one of the officers, who saluted and then briskly walked away to follow the order. By then Satay had returned, and she wasn't alone. She was accompanied by something Glaceo could only describe as a clone. It looked very much like Satay, but it didn't seem as strong nor as intelligent. In fact it looked rather timid and unassuming. Not at all like something bent on the conquest of a planet. The clone - Mina, Satay called it - might be useful for what Glaceo had in mind. And like her earlier ability, Glaceo's only offered reaction was to mentally file it away in case such a skill ever came in handy in the future.
"That should do nicely," Glaceo said, lifting the clone girl's chin to examine her more closely, "yes, well enough. The two of us will be landing, her and I." Glaceo announced, "Once Arkos gets me coordinates for this planet's capital we'll be taking a landing pod there. I want to personally learn a bit more about this planet before we actually make a move. I'm especially interested in this monarch that apparently rules it, and whatever skeletons they have hidden in their closet."
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"Because it's not a diplomatic vessel." Zarxe spoke up all too suddenly. Yes, he'd been there and had also been listening. He only now chose to finally speak, "Isn't that right, Emperor?" he asked of the Emperor, his tone blunt in an almost uncaring way. Up until now, the Nobody was standing in a corner with his arms crossed over one another. Now he uncrossed his arms and began to move more toward the center of the room, "What is the word some worlds use to describe it? Ah, yes... a deterrent." he wasn't wrong. This was almost the textbook definition of an intimidation tactic. The armaments could show the other worlds that Renovation, and by extension its Emperor, was not someone they wanted to make an enemy of or start a war with.
Then Zarxe snapped his fingers, and Alpha revealed their presence next to him. The canine-like Nobody looked up at Zarxe with an expectant glance, "Alpha, it seems I'm to be traveling the slow way. Take the pack ahead of me to the world described just now. I'd rather not stumble in blindly." Alpha nodded, as if giving a response that only Zarxe could hear before vanishing, "My apologies, but my Hunters have been patrolling the palace grounds in secret on my orders. One cannot be too careful. You needn't fear anymore, though. They've gone now and are scouting ahead of us even as we speak. They will be relaying their findings to me as we make our way to the destination."
Only then did Zarxe realize he had not properly introduced himself. Now was when he decided to do so, "For those not aware, I am Zarxe. I'm to aid your mission and act as your liaison with those I represent: Organization XIII."
@Letter Bee@Rai@The 42nd Gecko@Rex@WXer@Gentlemanvaultboy@Drifting Pollen@LordVoldemort
Then Zarxe snapped his fingers, and Alpha revealed their presence next to him. The canine-like Nobody looked up at Zarxe with an expectant glance, "Alpha, it seems I'm to be traveling the slow way. Take the pack ahead of me to the world described just now. I'd rather not stumble in blindly." Alpha nodded, as if giving a response that only Zarxe could hear before vanishing, "My apologies, but my Hunters have been patrolling the palace grounds in secret on my orders. One cannot be too careful. You needn't fear anymore, though. They've gone now and are scouting ahead of us even as we speak. They will be relaying their findings to me as we make our way to the destination."
Only then did Zarxe realize he had not properly introduced himself. Now was when he decided to do so, "For those not aware, I am Zarxe. I'm to aid your mission and act as your liaison with those I represent: Organization XIII."
@Letter Bee@Rai@The 42nd Gecko@Rex@WXer@Gentlemanvaultboy@Drifting Pollen@LordVoldemort
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Renovation
In his quarters, Zarxe sat in an almost awkward silence. Alpha was in the room, but neither spoke to the other. Zarxe was lost in thought, something about his argument with Xagram earlier made him start to remember something. As he tried to piece together his limited memory, the Nobody began to doze off.
Primus ~ Kingdom of Ashwall, Crimson Keep
The Crimson Keep was the home of Ashwall's royalty. Both Lyon and his sister Rena called the keep home, being the son and daughter of Ashwall's king, Duran. And for a few years now, it was also the home of a certain young knight who was also the closest friend of both Lyon and Rena. The good King Duran had recently taken ill, and whispers of succession murmured throughout the hold. Everyone knew that Lyon would sit upon the throne should the worst happen, but the Crown Prince was still fairly young and had not the same level of experience with ruling and politics that his father had. Even so, that wouldn't stop Lyon from serving his people as best as he possibly could.
"So the... expedition went well, I take it?" Lyon asked of his friend, who had just returned from an expedition he had left for some two fortnights ago. The knight nodded in silence. Unlike other kingdoms in the Imperium, Ashwall Knights held the appointed duty of scouring the land for ancient Lost Cities and to procure their most powerful relics for the sake of protecting them. Lost Cities were ruins that dotted the lands of the Imperium, not properly lived in since times of antiquity. The only things that did still inhabit the Lost Cities were Chimeras and Ogres, fearsome and territorial beasts that slaughtered anyone foolish enough to intrude. The other kingdoms considered the Lost Cities to be forbidden grounds and outlawed their exploration. Ashwall was the only kingdom in the entire Imperium that actively tasked its knights with recovering the powerful artifacts Lost Cities often held within their depths.
"Who cares about some Relic?" asked Rena in a snappy tone, "Father has taken ill, and the physicians have yet to cure him! Lost Cities and expeditions can wait a while." she didn't intentionally mean any disrespect. She understood perfectly well the importance of the expeditions. But she couldn't help it, she was a girl currently scared of losing her father, and no one would blame her for being in a sour or gloomy mood.
"Actually, I've been thinking about that..." Lyon pondered, hoping to change the subject to alleviate the depressing aura, "...how many more Lost Cities could there be? Ashwall Knights have been braving their depths for many years. Surely we will have recovered every relic sooner or later but... what next?" this got a curious glance from the knight. Had this thought occurred to him as well? Lyon continued, "There are more Lost Cities than those within Ashwall. But the other kingdoms fear them, so I fear their Relics remain buried and in danger. Could we not send our knights to those Cities as well?"
"But they're beyond our borders." replied the knight, "And outlawed in many of the other kingdoms. If we went on expeditions outside our borders, the Council of Kings might view it as an act of aggression or even war."
"But something must be done about them!" was Lyon's response as he became fired up over the issue, "And bandits and brigands have been getting better and better equipped. What will happen if they manage to loot the Lost Cities and claim the Relics for themselves? They could use their power to plunge the entire Imperium into chaos!"
"I..." the knight began, but a messenger interrupted the debate.
"Your Highness!" the messenger addressed Lyon and Rena, "It's his majesty, he... he is asking for the two of you." both the Prince and Princess nodded and silently left with the messenger, and the knight was left to his own thoughts.
And then another memory made its presence known. Some time had passed, perhaps a year or two. King Duran didn't survive that fateful night, and so Lyon was now King. And one of his first acts as King was to order the Knights of Ashall to expand their expeditions to beyond the borders. A year after this, King Lyon found himself on opposite sides of his former Knight and friend.
"Look around you, Lyon!" the knight yelled, "You've started a war! You broke the peace that your own ancestor had fought and sacrificed so much to create!"
"What I do." replied Lyon, his voice low and his tone colder than it had once been in the past, "I do for the good of everyone in the Imperium. If the other kingdoms will not protect themselves from the dangers of the Relics, then so be it. Ashwall will do it for them." his words sounded an awful lot like those of a conqueror. And without warning, both King and Knight found themselves charging at one another and becoming locked in battle. Not like the sparring they had once partook in as boys. No, only one of them would live through the day when this battle was over.
Renovation
Zarxe suddenly awoke. Another few pieces of his memory had returned. So he really had been a knight. But if that last memory was any indication, his knighthood eventually led him down a painful path. But that was all he could recall. He would have to wait for longer to remember more.
In his quarters, Zarxe sat in an almost awkward silence. Alpha was in the room, but neither spoke to the other. Zarxe was lost in thought, something about his argument with Xagram earlier made him start to remember something. As he tried to piece together his limited memory, the Nobody began to doze off.
Primus ~ Kingdom of Ashwall, Crimson Keep
The Crimson Keep was the home of Ashwall's royalty. Both Lyon and his sister Rena called the keep home, being the son and daughter of Ashwall's king, Duran. And for a few years now, it was also the home of a certain young knight who was also the closest friend of both Lyon and Rena. The good King Duran had recently taken ill, and whispers of succession murmured throughout the hold. Everyone knew that Lyon would sit upon the throne should the worst happen, but the Crown Prince was still fairly young and had not the same level of experience with ruling and politics that his father had. Even so, that wouldn't stop Lyon from serving his people as best as he possibly could.
"So the... expedition went well, I take it?" Lyon asked of his friend, who had just returned from an expedition he had left for some two fortnights ago. The knight nodded in silence. Unlike other kingdoms in the Imperium, Ashwall Knights held the appointed duty of scouring the land for ancient Lost Cities and to procure their most powerful relics for the sake of protecting them. Lost Cities were ruins that dotted the lands of the Imperium, not properly lived in since times of antiquity. The only things that did still inhabit the Lost Cities were Chimeras and Ogres, fearsome and territorial beasts that slaughtered anyone foolish enough to intrude. The other kingdoms considered the Lost Cities to be forbidden grounds and outlawed their exploration. Ashwall was the only kingdom in the entire Imperium that actively tasked its knights with recovering the powerful artifacts Lost Cities often held within their depths.
"Who cares about some Relic?" asked Rena in a snappy tone, "Father has taken ill, and the physicians have yet to cure him! Lost Cities and expeditions can wait a while." she didn't intentionally mean any disrespect. She understood perfectly well the importance of the expeditions. But she couldn't help it, she was a girl currently scared of losing her father, and no one would blame her for being in a sour or gloomy mood.
"Actually, I've been thinking about that..." Lyon pondered, hoping to change the subject to alleviate the depressing aura, "...how many more Lost Cities could there be? Ashwall Knights have been braving their depths for many years. Surely we will have recovered every relic sooner or later but... what next?" this got a curious glance from the knight. Had this thought occurred to him as well? Lyon continued, "There are more Lost Cities than those within Ashwall. But the other kingdoms fear them, so I fear their Relics remain buried and in danger. Could we not send our knights to those Cities as well?"
"But they're beyond our borders." replied the knight, "And outlawed in many of the other kingdoms. If we went on expeditions outside our borders, the Council of Kings might view it as an act of aggression or even war."
"But something must be done about them!" was Lyon's response as he became fired up over the issue, "And bandits and brigands have been getting better and better equipped. What will happen if they manage to loot the Lost Cities and claim the Relics for themselves? They could use their power to plunge the entire Imperium into chaos!"
"I..." the knight began, but a messenger interrupted the debate.
"Your Highness!" the messenger addressed Lyon and Rena, "It's his majesty, he... he is asking for the two of you." both the Prince and Princess nodded and silently left with the messenger, and the knight was left to his own thoughts.
And then another memory made its presence known. Some time had passed, perhaps a year or two. King Duran didn't survive that fateful night, and so Lyon was now King. And one of his first acts as King was to order the Knights of Ashall to expand their expeditions to beyond the borders. A year after this, King Lyon found himself on opposite sides of his former Knight and friend.
"Look around you, Lyon!" the knight yelled, "You've started a war! You broke the peace that your own ancestor had fought and sacrificed so much to create!"
"What I do." replied Lyon, his voice low and his tone colder than it had once been in the past, "I do for the good of everyone in the Imperium. If the other kingdoms will not protect themselves from the dangers of the Relics, then so be it. Ashwall will do it for them." his words sounded an awful lot like those of a conqueror. And without warning, both King and Knight found themselves charging at one another and becoming locked in battle. Not like the sparring they had once partook in as boys. No, only one of them would live through the day when this battle was over.
Renovation
Zarxe suddenly awoke. Another few pieces of his memory had returned. So he really had been a knight. But if that last memory was any indication, his knighthood eventually led him down a painful path. But that was all he could recall. He would have to wait for longer to remember more.
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That about sums up my feelings on the matter. Then again, I've been ready to move on with the plot for a good couple weeks now so maybe I'm just being a wee bit antsy.
That about sums up my feelings on the matter. Then again, I've been ready to move on with the plot for a good couple weeks now so maybe I'm just being a wee bit antsy.
"Then let the games begin." Said Sousuke, approaching his terminal spot. He placed his GP base and then reached for the Crossbone Joker. When he pulled it out, a scrap of paper fell to the floor, "Huh?" Sousuke picked it and read it quickly. It was another note from Shouji:
Made some tweaks to the Joker's frame. You probably won't notice, but don't be afraid to ask for help from the team sometimes.
Sousuke raised an eyebrow. This note was even more cryptic than the last one. Honestly, Shouji could just straight up tell Sousuke what kinds of updates he made to the Gunpla, but it was too late to complain now. After what may have looked like a moment of hesitation to those watching from afar, Sousuke finally placed the gunpla on the base, "Kikkawa, Sousuke." he tipped his hat using his left hand, then used his right hand to make a finger-gun gesture that he decidedly pointed at Syo. Hopefully the trash talker would get the message.
"Crossbone Joker... steal the win!" and with that, his Gunpla launched.
Made some tweaks to the Joker's frame. You probably won't notice, but don't be afraid to ask for help from the team sometimes.
Sousuke raised an eyebrow. This note was even more cryptic than the last one. Honestly, Shouji could just straight up tell Sousuke what kinds of updates he made to the Gunpla, but it was too late to complain now. After what may have looked like a moment of hesitation to those watching from afar, Sousuke finally placed the gunpla on the base, "Kikkawa, Sousuke." he tipped his hat using his left hand, then used his right hand to make a finger-gun gesture that he decidedly pointed at Syo. Hopefully the trash talker would get the message.
"Crossbone Joker... steal the win!" and with that, his Gunpla launched.
@Crimson Lion I have Discord, so no objections from me.
@Double I just started watching that lol.
It's not exactly what I think they should look like, but I used it anyway if only because Team Chaser is kind of an homage to that series.
Probably not exactly what I had in mind, but from left to right: Tsukasa, Keiichiro, Sakuya.
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