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Hinata & Haku
Shinjuku @mattmanganon
Frowning, Hinata squeezed the imprint of his Digivice beneath his shirt. The warm glow radiating about him took on a shrill sound while amplifying the power coursing into Haku. The white mini-dragon pounced forward, shifting and growing into Bao Huckmon once again. A courageous roar echoed from Haku's chest; Hinata scurried on top of his partner, his hand wrapping around the red cloak. "We gotta help, Flamedramon! I'm worried about him!" Hinata shouted, urging Haku into the mist after the screaming Digimon.
A massive leap and few more pounces landed them into the center of the mess. Without a second thought, Bao Huckmon spewed a fiery torrent towards the scarecrow Digimon. Hinata managed to keep his balance on Haku's back, gazing at the weird Digimon. His scowl turned into a look of disgust, "Its like some twisted version of Herald. What in the world are we dealing with here?" he pondered.
A massive leap and few more pounces landed them into the center of the mess. Without a second thought, Bao Huckmon spewed a fiery torrent towards the scarecrow Digimon. Hinata managed to keep his balance on Haku's back, gazing at the weird Digimon. His scowl turned into a look of disgust, "Its like some twisted version of Herald. What in the world are we dealing with here?" he pondered.
@Martian Oh man, I got to check that out. I had no idea it had come out already.
@Crimson Lion Immedistely what I thought about too lol
I’ll probably head for Herald seeing as he cried for help towards the end lmao.
Hinata & Haku
Shinjuku @mattmanganon
Hinata sauntered through the Commandramons as they worked to fixed the damage from the battle. There footfalls were drumbeats against the concrete. Bao Huckmon de-digivolved inside a shell of warm light, waiting for Hinata near Herald and Locomon. Hinata's wooden sandals clacked as he approached the three, hands stuffed in his jacket pockets. "Thanks for the help, I guess we were taking a bit long with Monochromon. I was hoping to keep the fight away from the family so we were being extra careful."
Huckmon looked over at Herald, red hood and cape flowing from the heat exhausting off Locomon, "Something doesn't feel right. The world feels uneasy."
Not soon afterwards, Hinata's digivice lit up and Siggy's voice echoed from beneath his shirt. His brows narrowed, a fear of the unknown grasping him. "Mega-level authorization on standby?" he repeated to himself as he boarded the Locomon. Huckmon followed, leaping onto the carriage after them. As they barreled towards Highton-View Terrace, Hinata asked one last question. "Can you even Digivolve to Mega, Haku?"
Haku voiced a sound in his chest that meant 'I don't know'.
Huckmon looked over at Herald, red hood and cape flowing from the heat exhausting off Locomon, "Something doesn't feel right. The world feels uneasy."
Not soon afterwards, Hinata's digivice lit up and Siggy's voice echoed from beneath his shirt. His brows narrowed, a fear of the unknown grasping him. "Mega-level authorization on standby?" he repeated to himself as he boarded the Locomon. Huckmon followed, leaping onto the carriage after them. As they barreled towards Highton-View Terrace, Hinata asked one last question. "Can you even Digivolve to Mega, Haku?"
Haku voiced a sound in his chest that meant 'I don't know'.
Got work tomorrow but I'm gonna have time before heading in. So give me a few hours of rest and I'll get to it. Sorry for the delay.
Kishimoto Arcade, Local Tournament.
@Crimson Lion @Double @Blade17 - Just the START!
@Crimson Lion @Double @Blade17 - Just the START!
"The assault is AI guided," he communicated to the others. "Stick to your instincts, eye the shots' trajectory and keep moving." He pushed the Baelstrom even faster, its Flight-Mode surging him ahead of his squad. He could visualize which missiles were on target to hit either himself or the others, with a skillful arc of the controls he spiraled the Baelstrom while using his vulcans in short bursts to shoot down wayward missiles. Looser ones zoomed by and energy beams lanced pass just off.
His fingers flickered across the controls, equipping his Beam Handgun from the Trikeros Kai. Not a moment later, the shield expanded to block the majority of his suit.
"Listen up, here's the plan! Kobayashi, I want you providing support. Keep your eyes on your sensors, direct Haro, and keep us alive." For a moment he quieted, taking in his overlays. "Tanaka, you're with me. Your target is the Flagship, got it. If what our sensors are telling us is correct, then we're missing folks. Quite a few actually so we hit what's in front of us. Komi..."
Ryoichi eased up on his thrusters ever so slightly, feeling out the space needed to both abandoned and save if necessary. The silence that sat between the callout became tense, so he exhaled his growing concern. The idea that this make-shift squad would have issue with his orders or suggestions. But his instincts were guiding him onward and this felt right to say and do. "I want you to do a quick check of the other Zones and retreat if needed. I leave any decisions you have to make up to you. If nothing's wrong, come back and help where you can."
As they neared the flagship, the smaller blip on the screen came into view. One of those Wing Gundams, an all white one at that. Ryoichi chuckled, remembering the Red Virgo, remembering the countless solid-colored Gunplas he'd defeated. The Wing Gundam's many white fangs rushed off towards him. They all think they're special. I wonder if he's the Imagine Victory's 'ass' pilot. A beam shot threatened to destroy his Gunpla. He pushed his thrusters hard, becoming a bolt of blue zipping left and backwards before raising out of range of the ship's artillery.
The tarnished frame of the Baelstrom hid behind the shield as he loosed beam shots off at the chasing Fangs. They were calculated, his first shot aiming to destroy two Fangs close together, while his other shots were grazing blows capable of shooting down Fangs but really meant to hit the white Wing Gundam's head or cockpit. Through the coms, Ryoichi spoke to Komi, "Take the flagship! leave 'em to me!"
When his sensors signaled a spike in plavsky particles nearby, Ryoichi reacted before finishing his thought, A sniper?! Two enemies then. A gunner and a guardian, are they shooting for me? The Baelstrom's upward momentum slowed slightly before jolting back to its peak. Alerts appeared, his left foot had been shot off. If this wasn't a space field I'd be in some trouble, he admitted. The fractured face of the suit and its flickering optics, accented by the sharpened bronze antennas on either sides of its head, gave the Baelstrom a mad expression. The Baelstrom came to a halt at a lone place in space overhead the enemies' flagship, looking down at a golden glint some odd-distance away. Then the Baelstrom's attention returned to his sensors. From on high, he could see the bottomless battlefield and knew that his presence was magnetic.
On open coms, Ryoichi spoke aloud. "What fun," he started, in that insufferably cool tone. "I can tell you're after me. Come, let's play together you two." Baiting them forward, where hopefully Kobayashi would eliminate one of them.
His fingers flickered across the controls, equipping his Beam Handgun from the Trikeros Kai. Not a moment later, the shield expanded to block the majority of his suit.
"Listen up, here's the plan! Kobayashi, I want you providing support. Keep your eyes on your sensors, direct Haro, and keep us alive." For a moment he quieted, taking in his overlays. "Tanaka, you're with me. Your target is the Flagship, got it. If what our sensors are telling us is correct, then we're missing folks. Quite a few actually so we hit what's in front of us. Komi..."
Ryoichi eased up on his thrusters ever so slightly, feeling out the space needed to both abandoned and save if necessary. The silence that sat between the callout became tense, so he exhaled his growing concern. The idea that this make-shift squad would have issue with his orders or suggestions. But his instincts were guiding him onward and this felt right to say and do. "I want you to do a quick check of the other Zones and retreat if needed. I leave any decisions you have to make up to you. If nothing's wrong, come back and help where you can."
As they neared the flagship, the smaller blip on the screen came into view. One of those Wing Gundams, an all white one at that. Ryoichi chuckled, remembering the Red Virgo, remembering the countless solid-colored Gunplas he'd defeated. The Wing Gundam's many white fangs rushed off towards him. They all think they're special. I wonder if he's the Imagine Victory's 'ass' pilot. A beam shot threatened to destroy his Gunpla. He pushed his thrusters hard, becoming a bolt of blue zipping left and backwards before raising out of range of the ship's artillery.
The tarnished frame of the Baelstrom hid behind the shield as he loosed beam shots off at the chasing Fangs. They were calculated, his first shot aiming to destroy two Fangs close together, while his other shots were grazing blows capable of shooting down Fangs but really meant to hit the white Wing Gundam's head or cockpit. Through the coms, Ryoichi spoke to Komi, "Take the flagship! leave 'em to me!"
When his sensors signaled a spike in plavsky particles nearby, Ryoichi reacted before finishing his thought, A sniper?! Two enemies then. A gunner and a guardian, are they shooting for me? The Baelstrom's upward momentum slowed slightly before jolting back to its peak. Alerts appeared, his left foot had been shot off. If this wasn't a space field I'd be in some trouble, he admitted. The fractured face of the suit and its flickering optics, accented by the sharpened bronze antennas on either sides of its head, gave the Baelstrom a mad expression. The Baelstrom came to a halt at a lone place in space overhead the enemies' flagship, looking down at a golden glint some odd-distance away. Then the Baelstrom's attention returned to his sensors. From on high, he could see the bottomless battlefield and knew that his presence was magnetic.
On open coms, Ryoichi spoke aloud. "What fun," he started, in that insufferably cool tone. "I can tell you're after me. Come, let's play together you two." Baiting them forward, where hopefully Kobayashi would eliminate one of them.
Gonna get a post out either tonight or tomorrow.
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O'Menus
O'Menus strode across the land to the waking girl, delirious as the slightly-more valuable mortal was, what beat in his heart was nothing but aggravating questions. He staid himself a few feet away, a dark and stern figure tinted with the pale light of moon reflecting off the white blade he held. He voiced aloud what he expected all his peers to be thinking, "If waking the Gods were your goal, then yes mortal, you did it. Yet now we stand on a field of corpses instead of slumbering a dreamless sleep..."
"Before anything else we need answers," he said faintly, fixing his gaze onto the prone hostage.
The girl seemed to be under a fog and while he had attacked her earlier, a woke and fearful mortal was easier to deal with than an amnesic one. For a moment he considered his options, then went to join the horned-goddess. As he neared her and the prone mortal, he pulled back the white blade. "How right you are," he told Ashte before skewering the man's armored ankle with the white sword. When the mortal awakened, he would know that the Gods were his audience now; he would receive the undivided attention of the Divine.
"Before anything else we need answers," he said faintly, fixing his gaze onto the prone hostage.
The girl seemed to be under a fog and while he had attacked her earlier, a woke and fearful mortal was easier to deal with than an amnesic one. For a moment he considered his options, then went to join the horned-goddess. As he neared her and the prone mortal, he pulled back the white blade. "How right you are," he told Ashte before skewering the man's armored ankle with the white sword. When the mortal awakened, he would know that the Gods were his audience now; he would receive the undivided attention of the Divine.
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