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Digimon: The Parallel Visage

“Thanks so so so so much! I was so sure she was going to die! So, uh, you guys are digimon, right? What are your names?”

Piximon rolled her eyes. It figured: her brother tried to be nice and explain things, and all he got for it was more questions. Some... very accusatory questions too. She shifted the digivices in her arms, as if her small frame could hide them from view. And then an absolutely ridiculous request. What even was a Jesus? She glanced at Marineangemon to tell him not to bother when she noticed.

Her brother was crying.

He had put up with a lot and hadn’t cried through any of it. He hadn’t even cried when his heart marking scarred, giving it the permanent look of an unevenly-broken heart. Was it just too much at once? Was it the needle that broke the Unimon’s back? Piximon didn’t know and didn’t care.

“Alright, back up,” she shouted as she dove between Marineangemon and the jacketed human, trying to wave her spear (an endeavor rapidly given up when it and the digivices nearly sent her spinning). “We don’t owe any of you a single damn thing so why don’t you lay off, huh? Bro was just trying to be nice, so how about the lot of you use your brains and figure some stuff out on your own, yeah? We aren’t your babysitters, we were just passing by!” A bit of a lie, but only a bit of one. Truly, if it hadn’t been for the digivices she was jostling during her speech, the two of them would’ve been gone by now having sated her curiosity. She was going to add more when she felt Marineangemon’s arm touch her shoulder. She turned to see him wiping his face.

“Sis... sorry for worrying you. I’m okay, I just remembered something was all.” He tried to smile, which looked a little strained. Piximon grumbled and floated back to the side, trying to figure out what in Yggdrasil’s name he’d remembered. Marineangemon cleared his throat, eyes still wet.

“So, one at a time.” His look to May was shy. “We’re... I’m Marineangemon. She’s Piximon. We hatched out of the same egg, you see. She’s just looking out for me-”

“Wouldn’t have to if you looked out for yourself.”

“The rest of your questions... Most of them are kinda philosophical. It may be best to ask your partner when they arrive. But I can explain one reason we know of humans - when things get bad for us, but it needs a light touch to fix, the Sovereigns usually summon humans over. They’re the gods of this world. But that’s just not possible this time.” He looked to Dante. “You also asked why. If I really had to guess the why, it’s to bring back the Sovereigns. They... went missing.” He could feel Piximon’s eyes on his back, probably mentally cursing him for leaving out who had made them vanish. “I was being honest earlier - I really don’t know who summoned you, if it wasn’t the Sovereigns. As for your partners, I once more really don’t know. I imagine they must be around here, though. Partnered digimon in legend always make their way to the humans, sooner rather than later.” And then there was that request for help. Marineangemon traced the edge of his holy ring - wanting protection was a fair concern, just not one he could grant. Well, maybe not the way they wanted, but he could afford them a different kind of protection.

“Um, Bro?” Piximon began as Marineangemon pushed up at his holy ring. “You know we should get - Marineangemon!” She sounded absolutely scandalized as he removed the holy ring over his head and tossed it towards Damien and Friimon.

“We really can’t stay, we are serious about that. He’ll miss us if we’re gone too long. But that ring can be wielded by your partner, to tell if another digimon has ulterior motives for you. Probably won’t work on humans. It’s the best I can do.” His neck felt cold and bare without the comforting metal ring, but what more could be asked of him? Well, besides the DoKunemon, whose questions he’d purposefully saved for last. He floated a bit back from May, facing the DoKunemon. “And as for you - I don’t think there’s a base. There might be a wise mentor, but she’s actually quite young. Most of what we know about humans came from her studies. She mentioned the device linking digimon and human partners, which...” He looked at Piximon, who was mouthing ‘no’ repeatedly, before facing the humans.

“Which I think we have.

“And we’re not giving them back.”

There was a second or two before two heart-shaped bubbles popped into existence, one around Marineangemon and one around Piximon. Piximon’s bubble barely muffled her yell: “DAMMIT, MARINEANGEMON.”

“We need them more. Please try to understand,” Marineangemon finally concluded from the safety of his bubble shield.

The Wards: A Grimdark Teenage Superhero Story (Rebooted!)

I think I get it but honestly, pal, you sorta stacked the deck against yourself with your idea of an introduction.

I think his power is meant to be more like: if someone got hurt, he could reverse time to heal them. He might also be able to age someone, potentially to dust.

P.S. Still working on my WIP, just waiting to hear back from Mintz.

The Wards: A Grimdark Teenage Superhero Story (Rebooted!)

This certainly does explain the numbers I'd been seeing around.

New Frontiers: A High Fantasy RTD

@Timemaster At the moment, more humanoid and less monstrous races are preferred, I can tell you that. Wishing you well!

The Star-Breakers

Admittedly I've been wondering if Slink and Skylar would get along, what with Rook (the little bot bird that expels small explosives).

The Wards: A Grimdark Teenage Superhero Story (Rebooted!)

I suddenly have the urge to finish my WIP sheet, especially since it doesn't have any of that going on.

New Frontiers: A High Fantasy RTD

It had been quite a journey, Jay would acknowledge to anyone who asked. The cart's atmosphere had felt so oppressive and nerve-wracking that he'd chosen instead to study the grimoire in his possession. And wasn't that nerve-wracking in its own right? The one possession he'd come out of this land clutching like his life depended on it (perhaps it did?), with text was almost entirely in an ever-shifting cipher that no one in town recognized, some of it written in his own handwriting, and without any clear purpose. Perhaps he had once known the reason behind acquiring the text, but it felt like he had traded years of his life for it, and those years included the reasoning for the tome.

Such reflections did no good. However, neither did his most recent attempt at deciphering the text. There was no one to blame but himself - he just couldn't figure out the key. As such, when he left the cart, it was more with an air of self-loathing than defeat or aggravation. He brushed himself off physically - it'd been quite dusty - and mentally as he surveyed the terrain lying beneath them. The settlement intrigued him - had he been there? He did hope he could persuade the group to accompany him on a detour to explore its remains.

The coachman was speaking. He was going to leave. Yes, that made sense - he remembered some folks recoiling when he told them where he'd been, as far as he could recall. There had been questions about his very sanity when he made it clear he intended to return as well. Part of him wondered if they'd be able to call the coachman back to this spot once their journeys were through - but that was a silly question, wasn't it? No one wanted to be out here. Not even everyone in the group seemed to be here voluntarily. So instead, he said, "Thank you for your services, good sir. I personally require nothing more." He glanced to the others, wondering what they'd say.

The Star-Breakers

Sorry I took so long to post my sheet - I know my art's not the greatest either, but I feel obligated to draw my character when humanly possible, and lining/coloring would've delayed me longer.

The Star-Breakers

Skylar Wheeler

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"Whatever it is, I can fix it. Except your personal problems. I'm not touching those."

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Name: Skylar Wheeler

Nicknames/Titles: Snowy

Age: 19

Gender: Male

Ship Role: Engineer

Race: Human/Cyborg in the loosest sense of the word; years ago, he tried to make his own teleporter, and it almost worked. The machine was scrambled and mixed with its owner. Emergency surgery removed most of the large parts, but Skylar keeps finding pieces of wire coming out from under his skin and gums, and pieces of metal are still embedded in muscle and connective tissue. So, cyborg.

Personality: Skylar can come across as cold and distant at times, especially on the ship. Ask him how something works, and he opens up instantly. In reality, Skylar doesn't mind people, as long as they don't interrupt his work and is more than happy to explain how something works (except his equipment - trade secret!). The problem is just that everything's so loud that he doesn't want to start talking too and make it louder, not without reason. When he's not working, he's often drafting blueprints for some new device while wearing noise-canceling headphones. He has a distinct bent towards weaponry, though he doesn't usually care to talk weapons. It's just another oddity about him.

Biography: Skylar was born the younger of two brothers on a fairly technologically-driven planet. He was obsessed with the tech from a young age, already building simple clockwork devices by 10. Things changed when he was 12 and he attempted to make a teleporter. It proved functional enough to teleport Skylar and the machine itself into the same space. He ended up hospitalized for two days to let the various tissues grow back from whence they'd been displaced, after the surgery was completed to remove most of the device's casing, the coolant tubes, the control panel, and the screen. While in the hospital, he had a dream of a mysterious visitor who asked him what he wanted most. To be an expert at making things, of course. Then let it be, the stranger responded.

Well, Skylar assumes it was a dream anyways. All he knows is that when he got home, he could hear every machine part in the house talking to him. He nearly had a breakdown at the sheer volume of their combined voices. It took weeks but once he was able to somewhat tune out the noise, he managed to build a snake-shaped automaton that acted an awful lot like a real snake.

His parents, who had been lukewarm on his hobbies, suddenly began supporting his machine-building, selling his work and keeping the cash. His older brother was outraged - how dare they exploit their younger son like this? Especially when it was clear their younger son needed help, not to be encouraged. This made its way back to Skylar, and he and his brother eventually had a falling out. That said, he acknowledged his parents were exploiting him and so, as soon as he was able, he ran away from home.

Skylar's been supporting himself with repair jobs nd selling small machines that are quite efective at their job if you don't mind a few quirks. When Captain Kuro came looking for crew, Skylar was more than happy to leave his homeworld behind.

Powers/Skills: It's unverified, but Skylar insists machine parts can talk to him. He can supposedly use this ability to create functional, animal-acting robots and to fix larger machines with some ease. It's easy to chalk this up to being metaphorical or mental illness, but he genuinely believes it's literal and real. In addition, Skylar makes for an excellent hacker.

Equipment: A pair of goggles that let him examine things on a macroscopic to microscopic level and monitors his vitals; a pet robot snake called Beam who can be converted to an plasma arm cannon; and a pet robot bird called Rook that expels small explosives. Beyond these oddities, he keeps a repair kit and a portable hacker unit to help him with his work.

Other: His older brother has joined effectively the space cops and has a deep interest in bringing Skylar back home. In addition, Skylar wears his goggles most of the time due to his albinism "gifting" him sensitive eyes.

New Frontiers: A High Fantasy RTD

I promise, it was fine c: I just owe some artwork elsewhere so that's got my attention is all.