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Digimon: World of Stone

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Partner Digimon: Zubamon
Digimon Lvl: Rookie
Location: Witchelny, Nyttliv
Tag: @Shiyonichi

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Gilt dodged the boulder, enduring the annoyance of the rubble bouncing off of his golden armor. He lowered himself a bit, keeping his eyes on the red beetle before speaking out to Dorumon. "None of that matters. If I can strike him, I can hurt him. There's two of us, you should be capable of distracting him long enough for me pounce. After all, your attacks will only bounce of his hard shell. Mines will sunder it in two."

Phase shook his head slowly, denouncing the plan the white-haired kid had come up with. "That's not going to work. You think he won't notice you're disappearance? he's on high alert for the four of us. Besides, you've seen what your attacks do, nothing. Let me and Gilt spearhead this assault."

"You and Dorumon don't have the tools for this fight." he told him bluntly.

Gilt dashed backwards from incoming attack, scooping Phase up as a larger boulder came crashing down on the area. For a moment the two of them floated in the sky, Phase analyzed the crimson bug from far-up before gravity took over. He was bleeding data from that wound Gilt had inflicted, nothing crucial but perhaps... perhaps the white-haired kid and Dorumon could take advantage of that.

Digimon: World of Stone

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Partner Digimon: Zubamon
Digimon Lvl: Rookie
Location: Witchelny, Nyttliv
Tag: @Shiyonichi

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Phase strolled up next to the white-haired kid, neither offering a response or a rejection; instead he nodded once. He wasn't foolish enough to risk all of those he had vowed to protect over some squabble. A hand found its place his pocket, as if signifying, to himself atleast, the transformation from Nowe to Phase the Tamer.

A second later and Gilt was landing beside Dorumon. He glanced over at Phase, his eyes still feral, the twenty on his blade-horn still shining. "I can hurt him. His shell is hardly a match for my sharp edge. I'am the Twentiest."

Phase wondered that meant until a gust of air had thrusted itself towards him. The beetle's wing were fluttering impossibly quick, generating its own pressure. "The others will be here soon. If you're too scared, me and Gilt can hold him off till they arrive. Or do you think your words are sharper than your blows." he teased.

Digimon: World of Stone

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Partner Digimon: Zubamon
Digimon Lvl: Rookie
Location: Witchelny, Nyttliv
Tag: @Shiyonichi @Crimson Lion @Duthguy

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Phase and Gilt lounged in their silence. Though it was neither uncomfortable or pressured, Phase believed. It was almost as if it wasn't there at all. He pondered about what it could be beside silence. In that space devoid of conversation or urgency was a natural backdrop. The sultry whisper of the wind had dominated the others in intervals, while the thought-provoking sounds of play and laughter was a welcomed constant. It was perfect for drowning out the guilty thoughts that never left him.

Gilt stirred suddenly, though it was small and nearly unnoticed. He looked up and westerly, towards a clear blue sky. Seeing something that Phase couldn't. A moment passed and for some reason, his docile eyes went feral.

"Gilt?"

He growled horribly, with each passing moment it grew deeper, fiercer. "I. AM. THE TWENTIEST!" he bellowed, causing the air to break around them.

Then he took off with a mighty lunge. Phase didn't need any incentive to follow; if Gilt would swear fealty to him, then the least he could do was trust and protect him... from anything, including himself.

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First Sortie!

Gilt was dashing ahead, rampaging forward with little sign of control. The number twenty on its bladed-horn was shining terribly. Phase was lost now, after leaping over a few walls trying to keep close to Gilt. But now Gilt was slowing, stopping at the ledge of a sturdy rooftop. Phase slowed to a stop, watching his Digimon search frantically for a way down. "Gilt, what are you doing?"

An annoyingly loud buzzing nearly drowned his question out.

"Looking," he said.

"For what?" he asked calmly.

"For a way to get you down safely."

[Power Guillotine!] Phase and Gilt snapped their attention to the sky as a crimson beetle dove towards something. It was huge and Phase hadn't know how he had missed it before.

[Dash Metal!]

Those words were filled with an unnatural type of power. Almost like Norn's clap. It drew there attention. Phase ran over to the ledge now, his face, behind the mask crunched with worry. "Was that the reason why you went all crazy eyes?"

Gilt gritted its teeth furiously. "Yea, give me the order to eradicate," he demanded.

"Okay, go get 'em, Gilt!" Phase stood on the ledge, overlooking the scene from eyeholes of his mask.

Gilt lunged several meters into the air, above the white-haired kid and Dorumon, above the crimson Digimon even. With a twirl, he redirected himself towards it, pointed his body downwards like a javelin, and jetted for the beetle. [Twenty Dive!!!] Its sharp horn pierced its carapace, plunging itself into its back. A moment later and Gilt was dislodging himself for the thrashing Digimon.

"I'm coming, Gilt! Be careful!" shouted Phase as he vaulted over the rail-guard of the roof and dropped down the short yet daunting height onto the battlefield.

The Fate of Ward 8: A Tokyo Ghoul RP

@BCTheEntity Your name is definitely familiar. I remember seeing it while making Naosada and trying to recall you. I couldn't do it though. What RP do you think we were in together?

The Fate of Ward 8: A Tokyo Ghoul RP

@Old Amsterdam Sorry but the name, Remi, has not once ever appealed to me as a name to use for a character. lol.

The Fate of Ward 8: A Tokyo Ghoul RP

@Old Amsterdam Go for it. I love conflict lol.

The Fate of Ward 8: A Tokyo Ghoul RP

Finally got that first post out. Thank the Greater Universe lol.

The Fate of Ward 8: A Tokyo Ghoul RP

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Location: 8th Ward, Tea Lounge
Tag: @Fathomless

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Naosada sat on the corner edge of a flower shop across the tea cafe. It looked pleasant and inviting, but he had witnessed gruesome traps laid in enticing forms. Even still, if only to be safe, he had decided scout it. His long travel on foot had started it up, it had been two weeks since he had eaten. And he could feel his instincts starting to overwhelm him. He needed coffee; a nice hot cup of steaming coffee. Something to satisfy him, something to help him remain him.

He let out a cool breath, felt the empyreal heat of his Ghoulish power recede. "I pray for that boy that they have coffee."

For he had cemented in his mind, that to avoid falling into his lesser civilized-self, he would sacrifice one for the good of the masses. Naosada strode inside the Tea Lounge, or so the sign had read, and paused at the boy. It was bright, homely. Rays of soft sunlight fell inside; uniformed soldiers of saffron light. Lively plants, which promoted a sense of life and gentle elegance hung above and was situated in corners. Naosada looked at the youth and saw a graceful figure inside the boy. Even still, he was incapable of hiding the paramount importance of his momentary question. "Excuse me," he said softly. "Do you sell coffee here?"

The Fate of Ward 8: A Tokyo Ghoul RP

Naosada Mori

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Name: Naosada Mori (ナオサダ 森).
Alias: Inugami (犬神).
Faction: Ghoul.
Age: 20.

Personality: Naosada is a supremely confident individual. He usually knows exactly how he feels about any one-thing the moment it is brought to him. However, this sense of certainty is often coupled with agitation. The world, he knows, is not made for him. Ghouls are meant to hide and run, two things he is often displeased with. Either from one another or from the CCG. This coupled with his reluctance to incite mass bloodshed has placed him in maddening loop of inertia. He's fixated with observation, analyzing those and the world around him to dictate his actions. When he does interact with others, he chooses what words to say very carefully. This intense focus and often unnerving concentration produces mixed reviews, but it has undoubtedly created an unnatural air about him.

Appearance: Naosada Mori is less of a physically imposing figure than one might assume. At best, he stands at about five-foot nine, nearing ten inches, with a ropish-figure. His skin always appears to be sun-kissed and his eyes are like fresh embers. They smolder with thought, burn with judgment. Despite the harshness of stone gaze, they just as easily turn innocent and kind, as they can deadly. One might suspect him a Ghoul without those telltale eyes off his presence alone. Which is why its not often many see him.

His predatory organ or Kagune sprouts from his tail bone exceedingly quick. First in the fashion of single, whip-thin tail with a nasty bard at its end. The whip-thin tail can extend up to twenty feet, retract back, and its barb--with its high-concentration of RC Cells, can turn reinforced steel into mince-meat. In all actuality though, his Kagune, of the Bikaku type, can sprout up to five separate tails.

History: June Mori was his mother. He lost her at the age of twelve and from there became a small, yet historic disaster. Naosada the Child, killed indiscriminately. For a few months he had been recognized as a binge eater in his home Ward. He was unstoppable, he had been told, a parcel of raw instinct. There were deaths everyday during his run, whether it be children, adults, or doves didn't matter... the coverage of the Inugami would horrify the citizens of Tokyo for years after. His actions caught up to him a mere three months later when the CCG decided to take him seriously. They compared him to a dog on rabies, biting anything in sight before scurrying away.

Naosada should have died that night. He was surrounded by four professionals, all vets, all wise. And would have if not for his uncle Takamochi Mori aka The Pen. Plain and simple, he found the lost son of his sister, paid Ghoul mercenaries to buy time, then made off with the feral monster. It took time but eventually Naosada confronted his demons. Takamochi for all pretenses became his father and mentor. Now a master of stealth, unless he wishes to be seen, Naosada has since visited the other Wards, observed their actions and ways of life. The Eight Ward is just another stop on his path to enlightenment.

Skills:

• Minimal Movement Combat.
• The Art of Silent Walking.
• The Anatomy of Ghouls and Humans.
• The Art of Couponing
• The Art of Portrayal (Human Edition)
• Enhanced Sense of Smell (Beyond Average Ghoul)

Equipment: Basic travel essentials. (Duffel Bag, Tooth Brush, Tooth Paste, Mouth Wash, etc.)

Digimon: World of Stone

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Partner Digimon: Zubamon
Digimon Lvl: Rookie
Location: Witchelny, Nyttliv
Tag: @Shiyonichi @Crimson Lion @Duthguy

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Phase stared at The Golden Digimon. For once he couldn't put two thoughts together. It seemed wrong for anyone or anything to swear fealty so easily without much thought for itself, and yet, this Digimon had. In its ruby-hued eyes, Phase couldn't find even a drop of doubt. Those words weren't taken lightly, neither by it or himself.

I'm at a lost for words, he finally admitted to himself.

He took the Digivice back. Surprisingly it was no longer hot, instead it was warm, like a fresh loaf of bread or cup of coffee. The feeling was pleasant. The Golden Digimon stationed itself beside him, like a bodyguard of sorts. Phase closed his eyes, blinding himself to fantasy, to the promises he had made earlier. He had done this just to see if it was all real or some concoction he had crafted in his sleep. It was a bit late for that; he knew, but it was the final test he could give himself.

When he opened them to see the angelic Norn speaking again, he smiled. Its not a dream. There's no echoes of mind-binding change. All of this... All of this is just as real as myself.

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After Norn had finished her speech, Phase gave her a slight wave as if to say thanks. Then he walked off from the others, The Golden Digimon followed. Phase positioned himself against a tree, folded his arms, and spoke aloud to The Digimon. "What's your name, little guy?"

The Golden Digimon stared out at the others, watching them intently. "I'am... not sure."

Phase let out a questioning hm?

"My name... and past is lost to me. All I know is you. Since the moment you've arrived here, I've sensed you. Even caught glances of you. I suppose this means you'll have to give me a name." The Golden Digmon fixed a ruby on him expectedly.

A long pause rested between them, filled only by the talk and chatter of the others. A few seconds later and Phase's head had tilted up towards the sun. It had shone like gold at times to him, so blinding, and yet, he could not sense any warmth radiating from his Golden companion. In fact, he was kind of cold, just like the metal. "How about, Gilt?" he asked.

A kind wind passed through the pair, The Golden Digimon's white mantle was grabbed tenderly. "Gilt," It tested the name on its tongue. "Not bad, Phase. I do believe I enjoy that name. Thank you."

Phase smiled beneath his mask, for he had sensed, if only a bit of warmth in his gratitude. "It was my pleasure."

"Question, will we be joining them?"

"Nah, I don't much like the white-haired kid."

"Ah, Okay."