The Jest

Digimon: Soul Hunters

Outskirts of Blossomtown

(Another Collab post between myself and @Mike the Bloodwolf )

Lucemon ignored the words of Mike, as he tried to explain the reasoning for his suspicion of him. The reason of why was something he already knew, and something that he didn’t need to be reminded of. Even so, he had to simply bear it, as he let Mike wander to do what he would with his spies, while Lucemon and the others watches the Spectacle that befell the town.

“Wowza! Talk about a fireworks show! That was simply amazing!” Demidevimon happily said.

“I must agree it was quite the spectacle. A fitting end for our visit to such a...bountiful land of flora. Combusting a town of plant life into a field of flames, if that does not greet all who look upon it with the fear of our mighty emperor, I know not what would.” Devimon then said with a sinister smile, extending one of his long arms towards the town, only to, from his perspective, crush it beneath a clenched fist.

“Hmph! A good plan maybe, but you guys are overselling the actual flames a bit. This is nothing; I would have turned this place into a hill of soot and ash if he wanted.” Meramon chimed in. Renamon, on the other hand, simply had her eyes closed as she stayed silent.

“...Even so, was this really necessary? Those digimon were all innocent people...” Wizardmon simply said as he stared at the blaze he helped to create. However, Witchmon suddenly placed her giant hand over his shoulder from behind.

“Oh come on, don’t act all broody on us now. You two did great! You burned the place to an inferno, provided cover for his majesty to escape, and all aimed exactly as the little boss wanted. Sure they’ve lost some of…..Ok, most of their homes….potentially all of them, but hey, they still have their lives, so they can rebuild...eventually.” She said, her razor-sharp teeth showing in her silly smile, a small black cat with yellow eyes meowing in agreement of what she said.

As the Army continued their speaking with each other, Lucemon continues to stare towards the town, until he spots something from their heading straight towards them.

“HEEEEEEEEEEEEEY!!!” Ty happily yelled with a smile as he rode the shopping cart back towards everyone, waving towards them as he did. As soon as he was with everyone else, he got off the cart, put his cape back on, his bat-medal back on his hat, and looked as the others were cheering their emperor for a success, Lucemon simply looking at them from where he was and smiling.

“Hey now, you guys did great! The timing of everything was absolutely perfect. Especially nice work from you, Mikey. This plan wouldn’t have gone as perfectly as it did without you or Wizardmon over here.” Ty said to him.

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Mike noticed Lucemon giving him the cold shoulder so Mike simply ignored him as he finished up what he was doing on his computer and closed it.

Gabumon on the other hand, was distracted by the beautiful Renamon in the army, he was curious what a beauty like her was doing here so he slip away quickly and said to the Renamon “Hello Beautiful"

Ty had returned and was congratulating Mike on a job well done. “Aww, Thanks Ty but even though we were successful here, I doubt the next encounter will be any easier. Things can travel quite quickly and I bet my bottom dollar that, someone already sent a message forward to the next town or settlement where the next crest is" Mike told him calmly.

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Renamon stared in silence at the Gabumon who clearly was trying to flirt with her. Wasn’t even attempting at being subtle about it either.

“...Hello.” She finally said, though closing her eyes as she did.

“Hoorah, Recognition!” Ty simply said in response to Mike’s worry, a joyfully silly smile on his face. Lucemon, however, was not as amused.

“That’s nothing to be excited about Ty… Michael has a point; this incident will make things difficult for us from here on out. We must be cautious...” He said to them.

“...Oh, that reminds me, is Reapermon back yet?” Ty asked, seemingly ignoring Lucemon’s warning to him, resulting in Lucemon sighing and pinching the top of his nose in irritation.

As if on cue, however, a giant black shadow descended from the sky and landed in the middle of the group. It seemed Reapermon managed to make a giant jump from wherever he was in town to this area...and somehow got his cloak back on him despite leaving it on the floor of Rosemon’s manor just before the fight.

“I am now...With a gift in hand.” He said, extending his only hand towards the two humans and opening it up to reveal the small green Crest of Sincerity, the entire army, even Renamon, looking at the tiny green tablet with awe. The Crests, after all, were believed to be legends, mere myths, for most of the army, this was the first time to ever witness one for themselves. Ty was quick to grab the little crest from Reapermon’s hand and held it up to the sun, as if to see it sparkle and shine.

“So...This is a crest? ...You sure this is what we’re looking for Lucy? I mean, ...It’s just a tiny little slab. Actually kind of looks like one of those very very old game cartridge back in like...the 70’s I think?” Ty said, mostly to Lucemon, but seemingly turning to Mike as he mentioned what the Crest looked like.

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When the Renamon said hello to him though he did notice, she had her eyes closed. “Aww come on beautiful no need to look glum, I promise to be good to you and do good to and for you" Wolfy said with a flirty wink before he was dragged away by Mike “Sorry Renamon” Mike said he dragged his partner away from a potential Diamond storm attack.

His attention shifted back to Ty as he found himself chuckling at Ty laid back attitude towards potential danger.

Though when Reapermon appeared, Mike took note that every one seemed to be watching him as he revealed the first of the crest which did in fact grab the attention of Mike and Wolfy who put aside his flirting to see the crest in awe. Mike took a chance to take a picture of Ty and the crest as he said “Looking good there Ty"

When he spoke about what they looked like Mike chuckled once more as he said “Like an Atari cartridge, guess the digiworld was not aware that Atari singlehandedly almost killed the video game market until Nintendo saved it. So that kind of cartridge would cause a lot of hate in people, still how many of these crests are they? Are all of them Guarded by powerful Digimon?”

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“Your random divulge of what I can only assume was game trivia is lost on me… In any case, do not let the appearance deceive you. That small stone slab is one of the single largest most complex caches of vital code and administrative data in this world.” Lucemon said, a sweatdrop falling from the back of his head with his first comment.

“Really? ...Umm, What kind of code are we talking here?” Ty asked, staring at the crest as he did.

“...Hmm, How to best describe this… As you may already know, we Digimon, in and of ourselves, are made up of complex programming data that make up our form and our artificial intelligence, yes? Well, to put it simply, Those crests contain foundational data that makes up fragments of our Artificial Intelligence, more specifically, emotional data. Within each crest is millions of strings of code that disperses outward and absorbed by our code, and through which, makes up the digital psychological makeup of each digimon. Each one manifests as a stone slab you see before you, and serves as the focal points for their respective emotional data. ...In other words, they are the essentially the reason we Digimon can think and feel just as you humans can. However, since the data is based on human emotions reactions and thought patterns, only Humans like you two can utilize them to their fullest potential.” Lucemon explained to the two.

“Their fullest potential…? What exactly are we supposed to do with it?” Ty asked.

“The Crests are focal points through which their respective emotional data would be absorbed from the human that uses it, the digivice converts it into raw data, and the raw data is shot out into their respective digital partner, amplifying their abilities to levels that could not otherwise be achieved. To put it simply: The crests are used by the Digidestines to strengthen their respective partners far beyond what the Digivice alone could achieve. ...Do you see that small glass circle just below your digivice’s monitor? That is called a Tag. It serves to synchronize the Crest data with the functions of the Digivice, allowing the Digivice to harness the Crest for new functions it couldn’t do without it. Simply slide it in, and let the digivice do the rest.” Ty listened to Lucemon, looking at the crest and then the small glass “tag” just below his digivice monitor. He then slid the Crest into the tag; immediately the Digivice turned on on its own, the words “Synchronizing...” displayed on the monitor. As Ty then began….apparently working on poses to use when he uses the Crest, Lucemon turns to Mike, as he asked about the other crests.

“...Ah yes, I forgot you were not briefed yet on the basics. There are 10 crests in total: Courage, Friendship, Knowledge, Reliability, Love, Hope, Light, Patience, Kindness, and the one now possess, Sincerity. As for if they are guarded by powerful Digimon or not, I cannot say. Normally the Crests are not supposed to be even seen by Digimon let alone used, as while humans can use them to their full potential it’s not impossible for digimon to use their power without a human and that is enough reason for this. They should all have been kept away from society, locked away until humans worthy of them are found. I don’t quite understand myself as to why Rosemon would have had the Crest to begin with...” Lucemon said, his hand raised to his chin as if contemplating. Ty, meanwhile, was now waving the digivice in the air and groaning as if trying to do something but couldn’t before walking back towards the two.

“...Umm...I don’t think this is working.” He said, as he showed the monitor, a big red “ERROR” on his monitor screen.

“Now that’s strange...it’s not synchronizing to the Digivice?” Lucemon asked.

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Mike listened to Lucemon explain the situation and the 10 crests that were in the world which made him tap his chin as he thought about it.

His trail of though fell thought when Ty mention spoke up about the digivice and the crest not synchronizing. Mike thought about it before he said “Pass me the crest and your digivice Ty, I’ll connect them to my laptop and see what's wrong with the code"

When Ty would do that, Mike would connect the digivice with the crest into his laptop as he began to go through the data and codes before he nodded and took out Ty Digivice popping out the crest as he said “The reason the crest is not synchronizing with your digivice is because you are not the true wielder of this crest. If I was to take a guess, I would say your heart is not Sincere enough to wield this crest and honestly I can tell I’m not the true wielder of the crest ether”

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“But if you said that honestly, doesn’t that make you sincere as well?” Ty was quick to say, tilting his head as he did.

“No, it’s as Michael said. The Digivices on your wrists are programmed to correspond and synchronize with one specific crest. Within each digivice is a code that is unique to each crest, and that code is what allows a digivice to synchronize with its respective crest, a security protocol ordained by God to prevent potential abuse of the crests.”

“Abuse?”

“What I mean is, it was enacted to prevent any one single human like yourself from being able to wield all of the crests as oppose to one, and should any rogue digimon ever decide to lay their hands upon it somehow, this would prevent them from having that much power as well.” Lucemon explained.

“Umm, so then how do we know we even can get a Crest then?” Ty asked, looking at the Crest of Sincerity once more.

“Because you were chosen by the Digivice. Because each digivice has a code-link chaining them to a specific crest, it is capable of finding someone with that fits the criteria of a crest. That is why it opened the gateway to your world and brought both of you here. ...The problem is, because each crest has data existing in layers upon layers within itself, it is difficult to tell which code matches with which Crest; there is very little in the way of knowing until we find the matching crest for ourselves.” Lucemon responded. Ty looked at his digivice as Lucemon spoke, his free hand rubbing his chin.

“So if it’s not one of us... It has to be one of the others….OH! That reminds me. Hey, Mike, you sent one of those spies to that snowglobe thing right? Were there any new faces in there?” Ty asked Mike.

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Once again, going silent to listen to Lucemon explain and expand their mind more about the digivice and crests. Mike said “Well if it's as important as he says, I don’t think I trust you with a loose crest Ty".

With that, Mike open his laptop and attempted to put the crest data on it though his laptop began to warn him about data overloads and the works. Mike sighed but knowing how important his laptop was to both Ty empire and Mike's own spy network. He took the crest and instead place it in one of his secure pocket of his cost where it could not fall out.

Mike would then answer Ty question as he said “Well, Agumon is reporting no movement from the kids but Fridgemon did report some unusual mist gather in the snow globe which is putting Digimon in a deep sleep where nothing seems to wake them”

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.”No movement from the kids? ...So they ARE here! Awesome! ...You hear that boys and girls!? The moment we’ve been waiting for has finally arrived. The real fun starts now!” Ty said, first to Mike, then turning his attention towards the army behind him, Raising his fist in the air as he makes his proclamation, the Digimon in his army roaring with a battle cry of excitement.

“...My my, you’re really getting into all of this.” Lucemon said, a sly smirk on his face as he crosses his arms.

“Of course! I’m the Digimon Emperor, what fun is running an empire without some challenging rebels to try and stomp?”



“Anyways, If they’re already here, then I’m betting they won’t be in that thing for very long, so we should probably get a move on. So, where to next, Lucy?” Ty then asked Lucemon. In response, Lucemon touched one of the holy rings on his wrists, closing his eyes as the markings in digi-code started to glow with a white light.

“To the south of us appears to be a temple that’s holding the Crest of Patience. Seeing as its not that far from where we are now, that should be our next stop. I know not what resides within, so we best remain cautious once we get there.” Lucemon said.

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Mike had to admit Ty enthusiasm about it was quite impressive though he though he had to bring Ty back to reality as he said “You may be excited about it all, but remember the Galactic Emperor from Star Wars? Though he could crush the rebels with ease and yet they were able to destroy both his death stars and were able to turn Vader on him which lead to his death”

“Awww look at you being all cautious Lucemon, what happened to the I’ll burn and raze everything attitude you had at the start” Mike teased the fallen angel as he mentioned about the temple and to be careful.

He then looked at the map on his laptop and said “Alright Ty, I’m going to need you to plant another flag at the base of the temple so we can see more of the digiworld and plot each of our moves carefully. After all, if these rebel as you call them have a Luke Skywalker like person among them, they’ll have the power of the light side of the force with them.”

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“Blossomtown and the Crest of Serenity with it was guarded only by a single Rosemon and nothing else. It’s most likely that that town was not the place it originated from and could have been found by Rosemon in a more dangerous environment. This is a temple that is dedicated to a Crest, a place specifically created to house and protect that crest from anything that could want it. We knew what was in Blossomtown and so razing it was the most straightforward answer, We know nothing about this next location nor the others with it.” Lucemon explained to Mike.

“Yeah, but you know the difference between Darth Bubble-face and me? I have...1, 2, 3, ...4 Vaders, My stormtroopers aren’t nearly as pathetic, and my Death Star’s too valuable to destroy. Besides, How did that whole Light side thing work out for all the other jedi? ...Just saying, The light side might be just a tad overrated.” Ty said with a smile and a shrug, pointing towards Lucemon, Mike, Gabumon, and Reapermon as he counted.

“...Will the both of you please desist comparing our situation to nonsense?” Lucemon asked.

“Awww, You’re no fun, Lucy. Anyways, it’s too the south, right? Alright then, let’s get going. We’ll head for the temple to set up a nice little flag of dominion there, head in, grab the crest, and see if we get lucky with it this time. Now then, ...ATTEEEEENTION!” Ty said and then yelled, most of his army immediately standing at attention. Ty then turned around and faced South before pointing his hand in that direction.

“FORWAAAARD, MARCH!” Ty said as he began walking, Lucemon using his wings to float at Ty’s side, and the rest of his army immediately following suit.

[KHR!] Inheritance: A Legacy Reborn

Namimori High School

If Ienari Sawada thought it was busy for him, only God knows what kind of mentality he'd feel towards the work Komaeda had to do.

As Student Council President, He was responsible for the Festival in general, all of the planning, all of the events, and even that first day of utter tedium. ...He was also the one held accountable if things went wrong. Of course, the reason he'd never admit to the likes of Aleksandr is that he truly wanted this festival to be a success, not because of personal reputation or pride, but simply because of how important it is to the school in general. And so, he wakes up early on a Sunday to get the second day of the Festival in order, his general affairs manager helping as an assistant to everyone, and he himself overseeing things the rest of the way when there was nothing else to give to Sawada, and so help him if Aleksandr does something to ruin this Festival out of spite... But that's neither here nor there, too many things to keep focus to give attention to such a ridiculous possibility.

Ienari Sawada... Deep down, it irked him that he was an heir to a Mafia legacy, and irked him moreso that he is within the confines of his school, even after he himself eventually graduates. However, Komaeda can't say that, as a student of this school, Ienari is not without his uses. He has a sense of morality, likely developed outside the moral grey of his family, psychologically sound and un-pampered, making him quite down to earth and humble, causing no indication of troubles due to a spoiled childhood. Because of these things combined, his relationship with Aleksandr keeps said disciplinary president in line, either because he rubs off his own beneficent naivety upon him, or because they share a mutual sense of understanding and respect for each other. Either way, he had many reason to keep Ienari around, and while he has no respect for him as a mafioso boss, he was still a student of his school, and as such, he is just as much his responsibility as any other student.

"...I see. So there is no update as of yet? ...Very well...No, we cannot take any chances with it. If any information leaks out, it will put this entire case into jeopardy. ...Any official ones will leave an imprint, so we just have to work with what we have right now. ...I know. I'll try to find leads on my end that may help the process. Try your best for now. If there's any changes on the situation, Let me know first. ...Thank you." Akira said as he watched the festival from the window of the student council room on the third floor of the school building, talking into a cellphone to someone before hanging up and putting it back into his pocket, his eyes never leaving the festival as he did. As he looked down towards the others having a good time, and as stoic as he may have looked, deep down he was interanally sighing with relief. So far, everything was going smoothly enough, and the day was turning out to be a success, thanks in small part to his "best enemy" doing his job properly. Hopefully he's completed all of his tasks, or was at least on break; he would know otherwise the second someone decides to send a complaint. He spots him eventually, heading for a maid once his tasks were assumed finished.

Wait, a Maid? Here? ...It must be his, but of course he would have a maid...His guardian must have sent her there to pamper him, pray she doesn't start following him to his classes. Hmm...? It seems someone else was looking towards the two as well. He looked relatively normal all things considered, what with his grey t-shirt and his cascaded hair...but his instincts, his gut, was telling him that he wasn't quite as normal a person as he appeared. It's not that he's never seen him before, the same goes with the maid, and a lot of other people, but there was something...off about him, about his physicality, and the way he seemed to wander in and immediately looking towards the other two that told Komaeda there was something there, but having no idea what exactly it was. Hopefully, this was just because he might have been a Cop or a Detective who was off-duty, maybe even a veteran who returned from war. Regardless, he seemed worth remembering the face of.

He then got a call from his Cell Phone once again, immediately picking it up as he walked out of the office, heading for the festival outside.

As expected of someone of his position: Not a moment's rest. ...Not that he'd have it any other way.

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Downtown Namimori

Musical Accompaniment

Meanwhile, far off into the center of the city, the unsuspecting civilians were walking by, unaware of the loud monstrous voice that echoed high upon the rooftops of this town. It was at a high enough distance that none within town would be able to actively hear it, but the voice was so loud, so rough and disturbed, that if those below did hear it, they would shutter in terror as the owner of this demonic voice made his declaration:

"I'M BOOOOOOOORED! IT'S SO FUCKING BORING HERE, GODDAMMIT! YOU KNOW WHAT, FUCK ORDERS, FUCK CHAINS OF COMMAND, AND FUCK THAT POMPOUS SIR BULLSHITALOT FOR SENDING US HERE ON FUCKING STANDBY! JUST LET ME KILL SOMETHING FOR FUCK'S SAKE!"

The one yelling this was a man in a black tank top shirt, red jeans and matching sneaker shoes, his arms penetrated by multiple pipes as his hand were covered in black gauntlets with long sharp blades at the tip of each finger like claws. Such a daunting image was unbecoming the brown haired man as he threw himself around the rooftop as he yelled like a child throwing a temper tantrum.

Standing with him were two others, one was a red-haired and red-eyed woman with no signs of cybernetics outside of her body, wearing a rather thin-looking dress and high-heel shoes, grabbing at the top of her nose and sighing in embarrassment of the Demon's behavior.

The other, a long green-haired man with cybernetic black armor completely covering his arms simply looked at the people below with a pleasant smile through the scope he detached from his rifle, Nemesis, which he had strapped on his back. He was completely ignoring his partner's flustered ranting, being with him for so long that he learned how to tune him out when he does this. He seemed to be wearing his armor, but leaving the long coat holding his many guns and ammunition to his side, so as to not overheat.

"Honestly, you have the temper and patience of a five year old. We've only been here for two days." The woman, Temptress Pawn Anna Jackson, said.

"Exactly! Two whole days, 48 hours of fuck all! Give me a few coffees, and I could have burn this city and all its residents to ashes in that long. I thought we came here in preparation for a job, I swear if Knight had us waiting for 2 days and we get no job, I'm gonna start burning people anyways." The Demon Pawn, Benito Diauomo, said in response. The green-haired man, Abraham Vakivatamari the Sniper Pawn, immediately stood up as he looked towards the distance.

"...U-umm...Guys...Bishop's Dove is heading straight for us." He said to them nervously, not wanting to get involved in the bickering of his two partners, but what he did say caught their attention.

"Finally!" Demon said, as they spot the white dove seemingly covered in indigo flames flying towards them. With a gentle smile, Snipe extended out his arm so that the Dove can perch itself on it, which it proceeded to do. On the dove, wrapped around its body via a small string, tied around the torso, was a small roll of paper, which Tempt immediately grabbed and unrolled. There was only one word, eloquently written on the paper.

"Report."

The word then faded away from the paper almost immediately, as if washed off. It appears this paper was written in invisible ink. The Dove immediately started gagging, as a pen popped out of his mouth. In an instant and without hesitation, Tempt grabbed the Pen and started writing on it, Demon and Snipe looking over her shoulder as he did.

"Your Holiness, we are currently standing by downtown in the city of Namimori, and awaiting instructions." Tempt written. The words became faded and vanished just like before, and as if through magic, another set of words faded onto the page in their place, word by word, as if they were being written by an invisible hand as she held it.

"Affirmative. We have managed to reach our client and have gained new information on the current target. As we have suspected, the Target currently resides in Namimori, but until now, we had no other information on him. Now that we have gained new information, effective immediately, the three pawns are to be placed in active duty, and are responsible for the target's neutralization." The Letter then said.

"Yes!" Demon said out loud. The letter continued...

"Your assignment is one Ienari Sawada, a seventeen year old Second Year at Namimori High School. Though there are other members of the Sawada family currently fighting to take the place of Boss from Vongola Undicesimo, One Iesada Sawada, and Ienari is currently the seventh in line, for reasons unspecified, it is believed he is closest among them to gaining that position. Currently, however, there is no confirmation as of yet to prove this." The Letter said, below the words faded in a very detailed portrait of Ienari, Along with Iesada, and the other Vongola Claimants, seemingly drawn by the Bishop who is seemingly writing this letter, though Ienari's portrait is highlighted in red.

"YES!" Demon then said out loud, not only was he going to finally get a chance to kill someone, but it was a high school Second Year. He hasn't killed a child in a long time, but he remembered that their reactions before they died were... especially exquisite. Snipe, evidently noticing the murderous glimmer of excitement in Demon's eye, looked at the pen and then the letter, hinting at Tempt for the pen. Tempt was quick to notice and gave the pen to him, and with a silent thank you from Snipe, he began to write on the now-blank-again letter.

"If I may, Your Holiness, I'd like to confirm if we 'have' to kill this target." Snipe wrote on it. After a few seconds, a single word came into view.

"Negative."

"YEEE-Wait, What?" Demon asked, once again was going to go into a joyous outburst before interrupting himself halfway through, looking puzzled at what the letter just said. Snipe, meanwhile simply gave a gentle smile and a sigh of relief. A mission that doesn't have to end in bloodshed to be successful is nothing short of cathartic for him. As if uncaring for Demon's confusion, the letter continued.

"The Client has specifically requested no casualties unless necessary. The client has claimed that an attempt at the life of Ienari Sawada as things currently stand will only bring unnecessary complications. The safety, confidentiality, and requests of our client takes precedence over all else."

"WHAT!?"

"Therefore, you may harm him if necessary, but you are not, under any circumstances, allowed to kill Mr. Sawada."

"...FFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU-" The demon was then silenced as Tempt slammed her fist down on top of the Demon's head with inhuman strength, knocking him out.

"...That should give us a little peace and quiet for a while. Snipe, ask Bishop for more details. If killing is out of the question, then we need to consider our options." Tempt said to Snipe. He nodded and began to write again.

"Your Holiness, could you give us more information as to what you mean by neutralization, if elimination is not an option?"

"You are to first confirm whether or not Ienari Sawada seeks to pursue Vongola candiacy. You are to be absolutely certain on this decision, regardless of how long it may take. Should Ienari Sawada deny and/or renounce his claim to the Tredicesimo Ownership, you are to report to us immediately. However, if he, like others in his family, seeks the position of Vongola Tredicesimo, you are to ensure, by any means other than death, his discouragement and refusal to take part in Mafia activity and/or training for the candidacy. How you propose to do this is irrelevant: The objective is to ensure Mr. Sawada does not become a candidate for the title of Vongola Dodicesimo, the method of how we are leaving to your discretion. Battle him and the potential guardians if you must, but do not kill."

"We understand."

"We expect to hear a report of success from you soon. Our reputation rides even on simple missions such as this...do not fail us." The dove immediately grabbed the pen with his beak and swallowed it again, the paper's writings fading again to become a blank piece of paper once more. Mist flames sparked and consumed the piece of paper before it too faded into nothingness. After that, the dove hopped off of Snipe's arm and flew away, leaving the three pawns on the rooftop.

"Well...I guess that means we have our mission like we wanted. ...So, umm, what do we do now?" Snipe asked.

"Easy: We find this Ienari kid, and keep an eye on him for a few days to see if anyone shows up from Vongola on his doorstep. We find nothing happening, we report back to Bishop and His Majesty. If someone from Vongola DOES show up, we persuade Ienari to not join them. Easy as cream pie. For now, finding and observing this kid's our top priority. The Kid's from Namimori High, so...we should start with that." Tempt said as she looked in the direction of Namimori high school.

"Umm...Ok, That's good and all but...What about Demon?" Snipe asked, about to grab hold of the unconscious berserker.

"...Ehh, leave him. It'd get real annoying real fast if he wakes up and starts something during our Recon of the target. At least starting something here will get him arrested at a far enough distance that no one'll notice...Which reminds me, If anyone asks: he's not one of ours, and we have nothing to do with him. Now, let's get going." Temp said to Snipe, who nodded in response as they began jumping from rooftop to rooftop, Snipe looking back at the unconscious demon they're leaving behind before continuing their run towards the high school.

Persona in Wonderland: A Persona RP.

Butter Daisy Forest

(The following was done with @Godzillafreak54's permission.)

Tyler couldn't believe what he was seeing here...

One after another, these people, mostly kids, were summoning up monsters of their own to fight these other monsters. They were nowhere near as deformed as the ones they were facing, but just as supernatural, as they spout off the word "persona" and in some cases seem to produce monsters named after the gods and beasts of mythology...or fiction in the case of Dorothy. For Tyler, Tylissa and Arthur, however, this wasn't something they never saw before...

"This is just like that battle a few minutes ago. But, they don't seem like those two from before, everything about them suggests they're just as human as us. Did they somehow harness their power?" Tyler thought, trying to process and analyze what he's seeing at this moment.

However, it probably wasn't best to keep their focus on this one point in the midst of a monster infested forest, as one of the Helberies floated behind them, whacking Jacob to the ground with his tongue. As soon as Tyler noticed, he looked over and immediately went in front of the other two, as if trying to shield the three from it.

Jill was quick to hear Jacob's fall to the ground and looked to where the four were as they were about to be attacked. Hopping away from the others as they fought their own battles of the shadows surrounding them, she grabbed what appeared to be a small dagger from her pocket, holding it by the tip of the blade, then made a jump and threw it towards the Helberie, Tyler being quick to notice it and ducking out of the way of the knife's thrown path. The Knife stabbed right into the Helberie's mouth, piercing through the other side as the Helberie then burst into black dust and disappeared.

"Are you all right?" She asked them before heading for Jacob. Immediately, she grabbed her own Chronovoker, particularly larger than the others.

"Hare-sona!" She said as she flipped it open, closing it with both hands, and from out of it came what appeared to be another rabbit, this one evidently made of multi-colored patchwork, and somehow seemed to be riding on two sharks while floating in the air. Jill extended her hands towards Jacob's back, the rabbit above her jumping off sharks now swimming in mid-air in a circle, and extended its own hand towards the wounded man. In nearly an instant, Jacob would no longer feel any pain, as the wound was miraculously healed, and the other rabbit, her persona, disappeared.

"How, did you...?"

"No time to explain right now, we have to get you four to safety quickly. It's dangerous in these woods! But first..." The White rabbit said. It grabbed about three pieces of black goop from her own body once again, shaping the black goop with quick hands until it became the golden chronovokers the others have. Normally, Tyler would question why he was being given pocketwatches. However, after witnessing what the group over there was doing, and noticing that they too have the same pocketwatches, it was pretty clear what these watches were for.

"Here, You can defend yourselves against the shadows here with these, but...umm...I only have enough material for three of them. I'm sorry..." Jill said. Tyler looked at the three he was with, including the now healed Jacob, than towards the White Rabbit once again.

"...Then give it to these three."

"But what about you?"

"There's no need to worry, I'll be fine without one, but they need a means to defend themselves." Tyler said, smiling towards the talking rabbit as he did. Still somewhat worried about the well-being of the soldier in question, but sensing a type of resolve through his words - a worrisome concept for someone who doesn't have the means for combat in a world such as this - she nodded and gave a Chronovoker to Tylissa, Jacob, and Arthur.

"I'm sorry in advance, we don't have a lot of time to properly explain how this all works...Umm... So, Long story short: Open up the watch, put focus on the glass cover, umm, focus your desires and goals on the glass, and when something appears, close the glass." The White Rabbit told them.

@AdmrlStalfos19 @Godlikeblade

Digimon: Soul Hunters

Blossomtown

The party continued on the streets with everyone in town having a good time. Within the castle however, the Guard of the beautiful florescent mayor, Rosemon, was still looking down on them with suspicion. As it progressed from a classic fiesta to an outright conga line, one of the Lilymons decided to report this situation directly to the mayor herself. Said mayor was in her...well, one could say it was her office, or her throne room, but it looked much more like a green room garden, the sun shining into the circular room via a sunroof at its peak, the room itself being filled with wondrous flora across the area. In the middle of the room was the lady herself, Rosemon, using some vines to water the plants around the room and other vines to hold up some sort of giant leaves to write on.

"M'lady, A suspicious mon of some kind approached our city and caused a rousing." Lilymon told her as she flew into the room.

"As I've heard...Are they having a celebration I am not aware of." Rosemon asked, her gentle, practically motherly tone of voice calming Lilymon down as she takes a deep breath to properly explain herself.

"Yes, M'lady. A mysterious mon entered Blossomtown on a some sort of bizarre vehicle, declared himself as some kind of ruler of another country, then started dancing. Next thing we knew, everyone in town started to join in." she explained.

"I see... and what is wrong with that? In these trying times, something like that sounds like a pleasant surprise. It is not wrong for an entertainer to entertain the masses of another's town." Rosemon said with a smile on her face.

"...It was also carrying some sort of suspicious device on its wrist of a golden color." This was enough for Rosemon to stop what she was doing, the leaves she were writing on moving away from her on her own.

"A wrist device...? Were there any others like them?" Rosemon asked her.

"Umm...n-no, we didn't see anyone else like that, just him." Lilymon said in response, trying to remember the situation clearly before speaking. Rosemon got up from her chair and began walking towards the Balcony to actually see what was going on outside.

Remembering a certain conversation she had with one particular digimon not that long ago...
---
“I called them.”

“You called the Destined Ones?”

“They should be here soon.”

“What have you planned for them?”

“One final test.”

“Do we have time for that?”

“We have to be certain.”

“We cannot delay the inevitable for too long.”

“Trust me.”

“I don’t know if I can trust your plans, but I suppose I have no choice.”
---
"He was so determined to keep them in the Snowglobe to test them, so why has one of them been allowed to leave it so early?" She thought.

She walked over to the balcony and stared below towards her people below, who were now performing some orchestrated modern dance number with Ty in the front. Sure enough, as Rosemon thought, it was definitely a human, and with one of the Digivices on his wrist no less.

As relieved as she should be at the prospect of the destined ones finally arriving to save this world, something about all this felt... off. If the Digivice is attached to the wrist, then there's no doubt this is one of the Destined ones, as the Digivice essentially chooses its master. But there was no sign of the other Destined anywhere in the village, and even more off-putting, there was no sign of the Digimon tasked with assisting this human, whatever it may be. She knew each and every denizen of this town well enough to know that none of them are his partner, so its not as if it was hiding in plain sight.

Moreover, for a people who were all of a sudden up for celebration, this little dance number they were doing felt too........good, too orchestrated, to prepared in advance. The timing of the rhythm, the synchronized moves of every last denizen. Some of them she knew for a fact wouldn't be able to pull this kind of dancing off, and yet here they are.

That's when it occurred to her...They weren't dancing because they were celebrating or partying, they weren't dancing because they were happy, even though it was showing on their faces. ...This was a spell, a hex, likely done by a powerful Witchmon. They probably don't even realize what they're doing right now and how impossible their moves should be.

But why? This was definitely one of the Destined ones sent to help the world, why would he be alone and doing this?

That's when something happened, the sound of someone screaming in the distance behind her, a sudden chill was felt all over her body. She immediately turned around and spotted...

"Lilymon!" Rosemon yelled out, indeed it was Lilymon, and someone else, a large intimidating shadow, the giant cloaked individual, with a golden claw that grabbed Lilymon by the neck. The other Lilymons and Lilamons were on the floor unconscious as the golden claw threw Lilymon to the side, hitting a stone pillar and essentially knocking her out as well.

The Cloaked thing was massive, clearly humanoid with a rather bulky outline to him, its eyes glowing red under the cover of its hood.

"Hello, Mayor Rosemon...You have something we want." The being said, its voice mechanically filtered to give a robotic sound, yet an organic tone to it, and was clearly male. The being used his golden claw to pull off the black cloak and throwing it to the side in one swipe, revealing his golden armor, a cannon mounted on the forearm of the left claw, his entire right arm being replaced by a golden sickle blade, and his face being that of a golden horned skull.

"...Reapermon..." Rosemon simply said, the vines on her arms slithering down to her hands to create a thorn whip in one hand, and a sword in the other. One of the Lilamons started waking up, groaning as she looked at him.

"R-...Reapermon?" She asked.

Reapermon

Type: Cyborg
Atribute: Virus
Attacks: Grim Slasher
Burning Slasher
Bone Duster

I've heard stories about a Reapermon... ghost stories. They say he's a compilation of evil data from evil men, but uses it to find and judge other digimon criminals...but always brings them back dead.

It's certainly true... Reapermon has a bad habit of playing judge jury and executioner, pulling them in with that guilty chain and cutting them down with his Judgment sickle. Stay where you are, Lilamon, this one's too dangerous for you.

"Explain yourself, Bounty Hunter, what is the meaning of this? I have no price upon my head."

"Everyone has a price on their heads in this world. You'd be amazed how many people would despise and want someone terminated simply for existing. The only difference between people like yourself and the scum I hunt is which price is worth the effort. ...But indeed, I'm not here for yours. You have something we want more than your head. A certain trinket, I believe you call a...crest." Reapermon said to her. This was enough to catch Rosemon off guard, needless to say. How the Dark Sea does this bounty hunter know about the Crests, moreover, how does he know she has one? Moreover, this was an odd coincidence that this digimon just so happens to come looking for a crest just as a destined human comes here and performing a hexed dance on the citizens.

"Could it be that he...No, He would never allow something like this, and he most certainly wouldn't allow this digimon to be with the Destined ones. It can't be that he's the boy's partner either..." Rosemon thought. With a wave of her hand, vines began to wrap around the Lilymons and Lilamons, pulling their damaged selves out of the area safely. If that boy is some sort of Rogue Digi-destined that's trying to use the crest for personal gain, she could not allow a Crest to enter his hands. Reapermon seemed quick to notice the change in the atmosphere of this room, before looking towards Rosemon once again.

"...So that's how this is going to be? At no point was I ordered to terminate you or your kind. So just hand over the Crest and we'll walk away without the binary of you and your guards staining the walls." Reapermon said, his eyes glowing red as if locking on a target. Rosemon simply sighed, the shown part of her face showing a look of sorrow and disappointment.

"If only it were so simple... I consider myself a tolerant womon, you should already know of our plight, the plight of this world and its people. I knew from the beginning that the destined ones would come to this world eventually and I had been awaiting their arrival to this town ever since. It does not matter to me what he called himself, nor would it have mattered if he came before in a group or alone, he is a digi-destined. If you entered this town as guests, I would have welcomed you. Had you walked into my home, I would have allowed you safe passage to my office. Had you ask for the Crest then, I may not have given it to you upon request, but I would have at least allowed you the chance to prove yourself its rightful owner. ...All of this, all of what have been done by you and your 'emperor' was so...needless. You invade my town and hex my people into a celebration by force. You barge into my home and brought harm to my guard, and now, ...Now you dare to deliver an ultimatum of the crest for the life of me and my guard, my people!? ...I know not why a Digidestined is doing this, but it does not matter now, it is clear he is not worthy of the Crest. I will not let you have it, nor will you or he hurt my people any longer!" Rosemon said, cracking her whip on the ground as it suddenly became electrified. Reapermon reacted by slowly pointing the guilty chain cannon on his claw arm towards her.

"Fine by me, I prefer to do things the fun way anyways. Alright, Flower Queen... Let's dance." Reapermon said.

---

"Aww, the song's almost over...Let's see we have here on the playlist...Ah, Perfect!" Ty said as he grabbed at his MP3 Player and went down a list of songs. As he found the one he was looking for, he pressed play, placed it on his waist, and took the hand of a Palmon, twirling her around as the music began playing and beginning a tango dance.

Let's rock this joint!

As the Music started to play, Rosemon immediately used Rose velvet, spikey thorns popping of the ground one line of them after another from Rosemon to Reapermon's location, causing Reapermon to jump back right into an Ivy hug, as a giant vine from Rosemon's office wrapped itself around Reapermon like a Python would its pray. But Reapermon was quick to use his judgement sickle to cut through the vine and freeing him, before then slashing at the other vines that Rosemon were commanding after him. As the first build up of the song began, he immediately fired a giant chain from his cannon towards Rosemon, who countered by throwing her own whip towards it, causing the two to get temporarily tangled up together. The Chain then began to reel itself back in, and pulling Rosemon towards him as well as a result. As he was about to bring down his judgement sickle on her as soon as she came within range, Rosemon blocked it with her thorn spear. The song goes silent for second...

"Forbidden Temptation!" Rosemon said during that second. Then as the music explodes back to life, so too did Rosemon seemingly explode into a storm of Rose petals. Reapermon was quick to change tactics and use his sickle to block the oncoming petals, evidently powerful enough to cut at his armor as he untangled and completely retracted his guilty chain back to himself, jumped away, then caused his own armor to set ablaze as he jumped back towards her, in a fiery tornado, his "Burning Cyclone" as it were, burning away the petals as a result. Now it was Rosemon's turn to jump back away from Reapermon as he came spinning towards her. As soon as the attack stopped, she immediately went to attack him with his whip, causing some further damage to his armor, but it was damage that was worth taking as he got Rosemon in his sight and once again shot his guilty chain at her. Rosemon jumped back once more, but Reapermon pulled back the chain this time instead of reeling it in, now using it as a whip of his own. With mid-range being the only option available at the moment, Rosemon whipped at the chain, essentially causing them to smack their whips with the agility and moves akin to a duel of swords, before both getting in close and using their close-range weapons instead. Both megas were constantly switching between being on the offensive with their respective weapons and being on the defensive with using them as shields. Rosemon had grace and agility, and her rose spear was good enough to block his Judgement whenever he tries to bring it down, but Reapermon was far more bulky, just as his sickle was, and so it wasn't hard to block her piercing blows with it. Even still, Rosemon had home-field advantage as she continued to attempt overwhelming Reapermon by attacking with vines, her Rosey Velvet thorns on the ground and her own weapons.

All the while, Ty was down where the party was going strong, lip-singing the song that was playing, and using his MP3 player as a Microphone as he did. Everyone was dancing to the music, even Rosemon and Reapermon, in a way, were doing the same.

Rosemon was starting to be pushed back towards the Balcony once again as she and Reapermon continued their assault on each other.

"Darn, this one is tougher than I thought. My attacks are hitting, but not enough damage is being done. I'll need to think of something else to try, but he's not giving me any relent to do that." Rosemon thought, Reapermon walking towards her as she did.

"What's the matter, feeling tired already? I was expecting a little more from a Rosemon. Oh well...Hand over the Crest and we can end this painlessly." He said to her as he walked. She immediately ran towards the Reapermon who moved his sickle to a defensive position, only to have his leg grabbed from under him by her whip, and given an electrical shock via Beauty shock.

"Rosy Cradle!" She yelled out as the music started to die down and come to a slow jazz. Another storm of Roses came down, but this time rather than cutting at him, the roses seemed to be letting out some kind of pollen that was making Reapermon sleepy, his glowing red eyes fading out as he became motionless. Rosemon took a few deep breaths, finally able to have some time to think about the scenario at hand. She walked towards the Balcony, and looked down once again at the human below, up on his cart still lip-singing to the music at hand. Just who was this boy? It's very clear that he is a Digidestined, there's no way he would be able to have that Digivice on his wrist if he wasn't, but he's out of the Snowglobe without his partner, and no sign of the one who brought them all there, nor any other signs of human life anywhere in town.

"The rest of them must still be in the Snowglobe. He only summoned them an hour or so ago after all, he wouldn't have allowed any of them to leave without showing themselves of those devices, and wouldn't have let one go off alone even if he proved himself earlier than the others. If he wasn't summoned by him, then who could have activated the Digivice and brought him here? ...Could it be, that a Digivice was stolen? But by who?" Rosemon thought. Even though he appeared to this village as an invader, he is still a digidestined, and is still just a child in the end. Other than Reapermon endangering her and her people, it didn't seem like he was doing this out of harm for anyone here either. She needed to be careful in how to stop this.

As she was thinking, Reapermon's eyes began to have a dim glow of red once more...

She then tried to detect or sense some form of energy from somewhere, something that could determine where these two have come from. In the distance, she could sense a large number of Digimon near the cliff off the outskirts of town.

Among them...it couldn't be...

"Lucemon...? ...But that's impossible, how could he have...?" She said to herself, utterly shocked at the unexpected surprise of sensing Lucemon in the area. It was hard to tell what the other Digimon were in such a distance, and the other human she couldn't detect at all due to said distance, but Lucemon's data was something she could recognize anywhere.

There were so many questions she now had, not the least of which being how he managed to summon a human to this world, and why would he have a Digivice to do so with. Nothing about this made any sense whatsoever!

Before she could think up on this disturbed distraction however, the Music kicked back up and she felt as shot chain from behind grazed her cheek as it flew passed her and wrapped itself around the balcony's guardrail. She turned around, only to see Reapermon reeling in the guilty chain and letting it fly him towards her.

"Grim Slasher!" He yelled out, going fast enough towards her to produce afterimages, aiming his blade to outright decapitate Rosemon. She immediately jump over it changed the rapier in her right arm back into another whip, which she uses to wrap around Reapermon's neck, causing her to fly off the balcony with him. With her other whip in her left hand she grabs at one of the thorn spires that were around the mansion's exterior while Reapermon's guilty chain loosens and retracts back into the cannon. She swings the both of them up with all her strength, sending the two rocketing upwards.

"Beauty shock!" Rosemon yelled, spinning around in the air as electricity started to run down the whip heading for Reapermon's head. Reapermon however was quick to cut the thorny vine and once again shot his Guilty chain out, now towards a giant spire atop and center the dome-like sunroof above Rosemon's office as she calls upon the giant ivy in her office, breaking out of the sun roof to try and attack Reapermon as he span around the spire. Rosemon jumped on one of the ivy then threw her whip around the spire as well, and as Reapermon was spinning in a clockwise motion, Rosemon jumped off the Ivy and span round the same spire in the opposite motion as the beginnings of the Trumpet Solo started to play.

At the same time, Ty looked up at the two as they fought, then pressed a button on his Digivice.

"Alright boys, commence Thunderstruck, I repeat, commence Thunderstruck." Ty said into it.

As the Trumpet Solo plays on, Reapermon and Rosemon are spinning around the top central tower, They attack each other at each collision point, with Reapermon also dodging and cutting the ivy that were attacking him as well. Eventually, near the mid-point of the trumpet solo, Reapermon uses his sickle to cut as Rosemon's whip, the momentum of her spinning causing her to fly away as a result. Reapermon, at the end of the trumpet solo, loosened the chain as he made one more spin around and retracted it at the right moment to send him flying towards Rosemon as well, the vines of the city now trying to attack him as the drum solo begins, Reapermon cutting through some of the vines, hopping on others like platforms until he made his way to Rosemon, and continue their fight standing on the collective vines that hovered to their level by Rosemon's command.

As the Drum solo begins, the bright sunny day started to darken as black clouds started to form above Blossomtown. As the drum solo progressed, The two mega-level digimon were fighting aggressively, dancing upon the rosey vines and moving about the city as they did. As the drum beat was getting faster and faster, so too was the fight between these two getting more and more aggressive, until they reached ground level. All the while, Ty took out his pair of sunglasses as he looked up at the already dark sky, the rain starting to fall and the sound of thunder started to rumble.

"Alright, it's time for the grand finale...LIGHT IT UP!" Ty yelled with his hands extended out high into the sky. The drums stop for a second as the two megas move to strike each other. At the moment of the collision of sickle and rapier, a bolt of lightning was seen in the air. Rosemon tried to look up to see what was happening, but with Reapermon being as aggressive as he was, he wasn't giving her a chance to do anything of the sort. Despite this, Reapermon saw that this wasn't getting anywhere, and time was clearly running out, and his eyes locked immediately to a by-standing Palmon. Jumping away from Rosemon and dashing towards the Palmon.

"No!" Rosemon yelled, and without hesitation she ran for the Palmon as well, and just as Reapermon went to grab at Palmon with his left claw, Rosemon pushed the Palmon out of the way, let the claw stab right through her and come out the other side. It was at this point that the music faded out, and there was silence. Looking behind her, amidst the binary data that was leaking, Reapermon noticed something floating in the middle of his claw, a very small green rectangular stone with a symbol on it. The Palmon from before awakened from her Hypnosis, and watches in sheer horror as this unfolds.

"L-...Lady Rosemon?"



"...This is the crest? I see. ...So that's why you were so resistant. I suppose that doesn't matter now, does it. ...For what it's worth, you were a worthy challenge, fought admirably. ...But this is goodbye for now."

"I'm...sorry...Dorumon..."

"Hey, Pachuco!"

On that cue, he grabbed the Crest, and proceeded to tear his claw out from her right side as oppose to the gaping hole he made, and as the song makes it to its 3-second finale, Rosemon, her silhouette losing the complete right side of her torso as the rest of her body disintegrates to bits in the air, Palmon watching in horror and screaming as it happens. Reapermon, looking at the Palmon as it cries in terror and sadness for a few seconds, makes a high jump to the rooftop of one of the buildings and makes his leave.

The other citizens began to wake up from their dancing, but by the time they did, Ty made a run for it, leaving behind a Flagpole from where he stood, a flag with the imperial insignia on it left as a calling card, or perhaps as a claim to Rosemon's now former domain.

The Lightning began striking at the buildings consistently and without stop, setting the vines around the city on fire and eventually erupting the whole city in flames.

---

Outskirts of Blossomtown

Minutes earlier...

"...You are aware I can hear you over there, right? If you're going to talk about someone behind their backs, at least have decency to do so somewhere away from the person you are talking about...and after you complete the assignment you are ordered to do." Lucemon, still with the army possibly unknown to Mike and Wolfy. However, it seemed he had no reaction to what the two said in particular, simply seemed annoyed by the rudeness of their talk and nothing more. It could be that he didn't hear what was said, or it could be that he did hear them and simply did not care. As things started to get interesting down in Blossomtown, Mike would receive a communication from Ty.

"Alright boys, commence Thunderstruck, I repeat, commence Thunderstruck." Ty said, Lucemon overhearing as he did.

"...Mike, Wizardmon, it's time." He said as he turned to the two. Wizardmon nodded as he walk next to Mike. He then extended his wand, glowing with electricity, and pointing it towards the town.

"...Here goes nothing. Electro Squall!" Wizardmon yelled out, as he then waved around the wand, and as he did, the Black clouds formed above the city.

"...Mike, I'll need your help aiming the Lightning. We need to make sure it only hits the buildings." He said as to Mike as he concentrated on his spell. A thing orange screen would then appear in front of Mike, a touch screen that currently has digi-code running down it in all sorts of directions.

Digimon: Soul Hunters

A week earlier...

Ah, Chicago, Good old Chicago, Illinois... City of the Big Shoulders, home of the Bears, the Blues Brothers, and some of the best damn deep dish pizzas the world has ever seen.

Also the home of some of the largest Mafia syndicates in America, led by Al Capone himself, but that's neither here nor there. Sure, there were many problems this city has on the ground, it's infamous in more ways than one. Corrupt Mayors and politicians as usual, the streets below being filled with people whose had bad days, not to mention gang violence galore. Even so, there was good to be had in this city, as no one can deny the beauty of its metropolitan atmosphere from afar. The view of the night sky from a Chicago High-rise as the moon light reflects off the perpetual waves of Lake Michigan.

A pity then that rather than viewing the horizon of the giant lake amidst a clear starry sky, Tyler Falcon had his views on his computer. He probably should be in bed by this point; it's nearly midnight and there's school to be had. But the warnings of his brothers were ignored as usual, as he played his online games in the relaxing silence in the dead of night. This was unfortunately common for the boy, which might explain the complaints the teachers seems to give to his eldest Brother, Jordan, regarding his sleeping patterns on a near-daily basis. It's not like he isn't smart...albeit in a way that most teacher may not agree with necessarily, he does at least seem to understand the logic behind stuff in enough ways to earn a passing grade in more classes than not. It's just that, as the school councilors have pointed out to said Brother, the boy seems to run his life on laid-back chance and inappropriate optimism; he'll make it through classes that he's just barely passing, smiling as if he's acing classes left and right. At least one of his brothers, as a result, tend to hammer some sense into Ty so as to make him get a grip with the gravity of his situation... literally hammer it in, with a hammer of hard plastic. It was meant to be just a small bop on the head...only to wind up giving Ty a concussion.

Jordan did punish the other brother for this bit of violence and bandaged up the top of his head, but scolded Ty as well for how lax he is with his life and future, after which leaving him in his room using his computer.

Ty was navigating the internet, minding his own as he tried to watch some videos, listen to some music, the usual mellow things one does to pass time even when there is none left to waste. It was around then that something happened that he couldn't expect. His computer froze up, the soundbite of the video he was watching making a singular line of static noise for a good 20 seconds before the screen starting glitching up, black squares fading in and out in millisecond, things like the bottom right icons disappearing and reappearing at the same speed. Needless to say, this was annoying; he knew that he didn't go on any site that would create this bad a virus, so maybe one of his brothers did so while he was away.

He was about ready to reboot the computer when he noticed something...different flicker on the screen from the corner of his eye. Looking over at the screen with a degree of interest, he began to notice the glitching screen begin to form some kind of outline, that of a oddly shaped object, some kind of rounded vertical rectangle with a small circle that goes beyond the rectangle's border. Some kind of odd geometric symbol perhaps? Then he noticed two white angel wings fade in on both sides of the symbol... Oh, lovely, so this is either a bizarre religious cult hacker, or someone with that thinks itself some sort of cool angel. Before he could move once again to try and reboot the computer, only to then notice something even more bizarre, a voice, distorted and incoherent, being heard...from the computer?

"...Co-...Come...Need..." He could hear it say. Making him raise an eyebrow; was the hacker tapping into his speakers or something? He then noticed something REALLY bizarre, as his screen began to ripple, as if he was watching the surface of water, and before he could think of it in a rationale way, suddenly a human hand, pale white, emerged from the screen. He's seen this kind of thing in horror movies before, this is where the hand intends to grab and possibly choke him out. But no, oddly enough, as soon as most of the forearm was out of the computer screen, the hand that looked like it was reaching out to grab Ty flipped upside-down and became an extended hand, as if offering something with it. What exactly was it trying to say? Is there something invisible in his hand, is it asking to for him to take its hand, and if the latter, why?

Ty could only figure one conclusion from this: This had to be some kind of crazy hallucinating from the earlier concussion he suffered. Part of him wanted to go downstairs and tell his brothers about this, or just go to sleep and let the brain heal itself. But then he heard one of his siblings telling him to turn the computer off and get to bed, that in addition to school, there's a plentiful amount of chores awaiting him afterwards. At which point he figured, eh, may as well give into the concussion and enjoy the madness while it lasts, maybe he'll get lucky and he'll be called in sick because of it. With this in mind, he took the computer-hand, and let it grip tight to his wrist, far harder and stronger than he was anticipating, and pulled him into the screen.

In the split second he was thinking that this won't end well, as he's about to be hitting a flat hard surface in mere moments, he realized how wrong he was when he was pulled through the screen, once again feeling like jumping into water. He could see a bright light in the distance amidst streams of luminescent code flying past him in numerous ways. The light got bigger, and bigger, until it was blinding enough to make him shield his eyes.

He opened up his eyes again, and the next thing he knew, he was on the ground, a rather hard gravel-like ground that suggests he was laying on stone of some kind, looking at a clear blue sky on a bright sunny day.

"It seems you're coming around. I didn't expect humans like yourself to gain unconsciousness so quickly after arriving." A voice said to him. Ty looked around to see who it was, only to turn his head to the side and spotted a blonde-haired boy, looking around his own age, wearing a white toga, a bunch of colored tattoos lining across his body, golden rights around his wrists and ankles, and most notably of all, the 1..2..3..6 angel wings on both sides of his body, 12 in total.

Oh, It's just an angel........Wait, wha-

Immediately Ty jumped back a little as he spotted the angel-winged boy, then took another look at the area around him.

"Oh, so THAT'S why they say to stay away from the light...Gotta say, Heaven's not quite as grand as its cracked up to be, is it under renovation something." Ty asked the angel boy. Said angel was about to say something with a confident smile on his face, but stopped before he could get even a noise out, let alone a word, as he processed what the boy before him said.

"...Come again?" The Angel asked, perplexed written on his face as clear as day.

"I get a concussion, which probably led to my brain bleeding, then I get a hallucination, gave in, bright light, now I'm here with an Angel in hea-....umm...Actually I guess this is more like Purgatory huh? ...Yeah, I guess that makes more sense." Ty said, causing the blonde angel to blink his sapphire blue eyes, not quite sure what this boy was going on about.

"...Even if such conclusions were right, I must admit you are taking such a possibility...more well than I imagined a human would."

"I lived in a house filled with brothers who have much better chances at success than me, so I can't say I have any real...ambitions for myself, you know? ...Wait, you mean I'm not dead?"

"No, you are not...Perhaps I should introduce myself foremost, my name is Lucemon and this is-"

"Wait, Lucemon...? As in 'Lucifer' Luce?"

"I...suppose?" Lucemon said in response. It was God who gave him this name, but beyond its base symbolic signifance as a name that represented the Light, the mythology behind its etymology was something that he never knew, nor had any care of finding out. It just meant "Light", and that was enough for him.

"Oookay, so I'm actually in hell then, ...nicer than I imagined." Ty said as he looked at the sky again, Lucemon closing his eyes and instinctively showing irritation on his face. ...Apparently Lucemon did need to learn of his name etymology after all. In hindsight it did make sense all things considered for him these past years,

"As I have already said, you are not dead. Listen closely, I am not an actual angel as you humans know them."

"Well, yeah, obviously. ...Because you're the devil." Ty then said, Lucemon stating to show relief for a second when it seemed as if Ty was acknowledging him, and then immediately contorted to annoyance. As he then whacked his fist over Ty's head, causing Ty to yell out in pain.

"I am slowly but surely beginning to regret this decision... In any case, this is not the afterlife, you are not dead, now please listen; this is important information you need to know. I am what you humans call a Digital Monster, or Digimon for short." Lucemon muttered to himself before then explaining to Ty.

"Oooow, ...Digimon? ...You mean, like one of those V-Pets?"

"...I resent such a name for our race, but I suppose that is what you humans consider us as, yes."

"But...You don't have pixels or anything like that, and can actually hit me."

"It may be hard to understand the specifics as to why, but this is a world made entirely of Digital code manifesting as physical matter. This, is the Digital World, and all that resides in it are creatures made of digital information." Lucemon explained. Ty couldn't help but tilt his head in confusion.

"So in other words, ...I'm inside the computer?" He asked.

"That is one way of putting it, it's more accurate to say that you're inside a land created from the digital data of all computers of your world, manifested into a physical plain of matter."

"So...I'm inside the Internet then?"

"Not necessarily...I'll explain the details another time. We do not have much as is, and time is of the essence." Lucemon then said, tossing some kind of golden wrist device towards Ty, which he caught, and took a look at. Immediately he noticed the front of it is the exact design of the outline that appeared on his computer.

"...What's this?"

"That is known as a Digivice, It is how I manage to bring you to this world, the means by which to bring you back to your own, and the key to your survival in this place, as a Digidestined." Lucemon explained as Ty kept looking at, and playing around with, it.

"Umm...Phone home. ...Escape...Google how to get home...? ...I don't think it's working." Lucemon raised an eyebrow as he looked at this...dumbfounded scene of the boy treating the Digivice like some smart phone.

"...Creating the means to enter your world is not that simple. It requires a great amount of energy and a code in order to access, and I've already too much of it to get you here."

"Umm...Ok, but I have school tomorrow, and if I'm not dead, then I have a bunch of brothers who'll worry about me if I'm not back there...and more importantly, would kick my ass for worrying them." Ty said as he placed the Digivice on his wrist.

"Time varies between worlds; this world's time goes faster in parallel to your own, and as a result, by the time a day passes in this world, less than a day passes in yours. As such, you needn't worry, young one."

"It's Tyler, Tyler Falcon...or Ty for short. So...Why am I here exactly?"

"...Very well, Ty, I shall explain. You are a digidestined, chosen by that Digivice. As such, you are one tasked by fate to come to this world and be a part of its salvation. Under normal circumstances, you and others like yourself across your world would be called here to assist the digimon that live in this world, and achieve their protection from any that would harm them. ...However, I have alternative plans for one such as yourself. Each digidestined is given a digimon of their own to protect them and aid their will, and as fate would have it, I am your partner in this. One would be quite honored to have me at their side, this is not something that normally happens on a daily basis." Lucemon explained to him, a hint of confidence in his voice at the end.

"...So I'm partnered with the Devil?" Ty bluntly asked, annnnd, Lucemon falls to the ground in irritation.

"Please stop calling me that..."

"But why me though? I'm just some kid, not even a really good one. I'm sure one of my brothers would be more suited to this thing..."

"The skills of your siblings are irrelevant. The Digivice chooses its master, and it chose you, likely because you have something nobody else does, something about you worth being chosen for, just as it chose me to be your partner. It is something that cannot be explained, and will get nowhere with questioning. What matters is that now that you're here, I have need of your help." Lucemon explained.

"Umm...Ok, I mean, not like I have much choice. So, Lucy, What do you want with me?"

"Lucy...? Very well...I would like you to be stand as the ruler of this world...I would like you...to be the Digimon Emperor, Overlord of the Digital Realm." Lucemon said, his arms and wings extended outward proudly as he said it. Ty blinked for a few seconds before tilting his head in confusion.

"...Huh?" Ty simply said...Did he...Did he just say "Overlord"?

---

Present Day...

A bright sunny day was seen on the horizon of this world, however false in may be in actuality, the boy didn't care one bit about. a relatively peaceful land of grassy meadows and plant life galore stretched across the horizon as far as his eyes could see. In the distance, stood a small but thriving metropolis, covered head to toe in plant life and shaped in the form of a flower's blossom, hence why it was called...

"Blossom Town...Our first of many, many targets. This'll be fun, Can't wait to start actually throwing the word about us." Ty said, oddly holding a Demidevimon over his face.

"Eyheyheyhey! My face isn't a some mask or goggles, boss!" The little bat thing said, flapping his wings around in a panic.

Demidevimon

Type: Evil Familiar
Alignment: Virus
Attacks: Demi Dart
Evil Whisper
Bat Flutter
Demidevi Claw

I did NOT graduate from the Evil Familiar school of Mischief and Mayhem to be used like this! I can suck up blood with a Demi-dart, make minor curses, and even send bat buddies to get on peoples nerves, but being binoculars is not what I was made for, Boss!

...There's an Evil Familiar School in this world?

NOT the point, boss!

"Oh you're no fun..." Ty said in response as he lets go of Demidevimon, revealing that his face was now completely different. From his birth to when he first met Lucemon, he had short brown hair in no particular style and blue eyes. But for some reason, now his hair was messy and purple, as if spiked up wildly on purpose, and his eyes were just as purple.

His attire also changed...He came into the world with a white t-shirt with black outlines, and some black and green shorts, with no footwear at the time due to him arriving when he was in his room. Now he wears a white suit with multiple straps wrapped around his arms, and two straps hanging loose around his legs. Apparently, his pants are made to look like a piece of punk fashion with bondage pelts, but they are actually just fake belts sewed to thicker part of the thighs. His shirt is ripped at the hem and the collar part of it is completely gone, and big parts of the uniform are fixed with metal clips. He has multi-colored buttons running down the middle of his shirt, with a few usually hidden under his checkered black-and-white scarf, has military badges on his right, and wears two-colored black and purple slip flats. All over a black flowing cape and to finish off the evil dictator look, a leather-peaked hat with a golden badge at its top in the shape of the Digital World's Mark of evil.

It seems he now has the look worthy of the title of Digimon Emperor.

Behind him, in addition to Lucemon who was also staring down at the town in the distance, was an army of other Digimon, most of them humanoid and some of them clearly evil in appearance, and one in particular seemingly far more menacing with his massive stature and a black cloak over its body. Among the members of this army, one would be able to Spot a Wizardmon, Witchmon, Devimon, Meramon, Clockmon, and, oddly enough, a Renamon, and those were just some of the many digimon that seemed to follow Ty and Lucemon. Ty took one last good look at the town before looking back at his imperial army.

"Ok, so, Everyone knows the plan? ...Any questions? ...Good. This is gonna be our first big hit for this empire, and first impressions are key. This goes off without a hitch, there won't be a digimon anywhere in this server that didn't know who we are. Witchmon already provided me with the special spices that'll really get this thing started...Now I just need a good vehicle to ride down there with, does everybody got that done yet?" Ty asked. Some of them nodded and wheeled in this "vehicle" that Ty mentioned.

"It's... so beautiful! You guys did a great job with this! This'll surely bring chaos into the hearts of those poor little plants..." Ty said. Lucemon looked at it and then back at Ty, palm perfectly plastered upon his face in embarrassment as he stares at the "vehicle" in question.

"If I may, I still believe this plan of yours brings too much needless risk." Lucemon mentions to him.

"You worry too much, Lucy. It'll be fiiine, We'll strike terror and despair into the hearts of every last citizen before the day is done...and get our reward before lunch time." Ty said to him, leaning on Lucemon's shoulder as he does before then jumping onto his "vehicle", a pair of sunglasses from his pocket now on his face, as he takes off the bat medal from his hat and putting it in his pocket.

"Alright everyone, to your places. Remember, if anything DOES happen, I'm counting on the rest of you for some troubleshooting...potentially literally. Now then...It's time to commence Operation: Fiesta-Dura! Hi-Ho, Silver, AWAY!" Ty yelled out as he blasted off towards Blossom town on his...

Rocket-powered shopping cart.

---

The Digimon, as one might expect in a place like Blossom Town, were all essentially plant type Digimon, just about every plant digimon you can think of was here. Budmons, Floramons, Palmons, Togemons, Vegiemon, Lalamons, Sunflowmons, you name it, they're probably here. It seems the town is filled to the brim with in-trainings, Rookies, and Champions. There were a few ultimates, but they were either few and far between, or apparently were at the center castle of Blossomtown, where their mayor seems to reside, serving as guards for her. Aside from the bizarre plant-like architecture of the buildings, the place was completely covered in what appeared to be thorny vines, and the blossoms of roses as far as the eye could see were decorated throughout the city.

They were going about their day, minding their own, when one of the Floramon looked into the distance and saw something from the corner of her eye, something...odd, to say the least. As the others looked, they saw the small human riding atop a rocket-powered shopping cart, looking onward with sunglasses on as his black cape flapped in the wind. Turning off the rockets with a switched, he pressed on a step that appeared to be the breaks, making the shopping cart coming to a screeching halt...right in the middle of town. He could hear as the others starting to whisper among each other of this strange man that showed up out of nowhere, some of them calling him out for his recklessness in driving something like that in here. Ignoring the musings of the masses, Ty stood up on his cart and looked upon them with a big smile.

"...Denizens of Blossomtown, Lend me your ears! I am Falcon, ruler and Overlord of a Mighty Empire! The Digimon Emperor who shall one day cast dominion upon this world. As Emperor, I give you but one order to obey..." He declared, deepening his voice so as to sound as menacing as a 12 year old possibly could. He then jumped off his Cart and onto the ground below, and almost immediately threw off his cape.

What happened next was...odd. For starters, Ty now looked somewhat...smoky, as if some kind of steam or smoke was coming off him in very little quantity, to a point where most may not even notice it all that much. Secondly, his hat now looked like a round Mexican party hat, and around his waist was some kind of purple mp3 player, and two maracas behind him.

"...To Party Hard!" He said, as a certain song started playing, and he in turn started dancing, getting out his Maracas and shaking them about...then he started to sing to the song.

They call me...

Eventually, in a few minutes, the Digimon began to dance with him, as he threw away his maracas towards a Togemon, and a Palmon started to sing with him, then the others started to join in the singing as well. Ty even went as far as temporarily tango dancing with a Floramon. The Lillymons and Lilamons in the Castle looking out towards the party that was going on outside suspiciously.

Everything was going according to plan...

---

As the party began in Blossomtown, Demidevimon looked over yonder at the party, and even began dancing a little himself as Lucemon kept his face in his palm.

"I don't believe it...The little boss is actually doing it!" Demidevimon said as he danced.

"May God forgive me for my sins...for I have created a monster." Lucemon thought as he struggled to look at the embarrassing display in the distance.

It should be noted that the tall cloaked member of the army, has disappeared from sight completely.

Digimon: Soul Hunters

Calling Impmon.

@mattmanganon

As a Digimon partner to a Digidestine, or as a stand-alone? The Great Demon Lords play a major role in this RP, FYI.

Digimon: Soul Hunters

Emperor Ty

Name: Tyler "Ty" Falcon

Nationality: American

Appearance & Physical Attributes/Picture:

Original Appearance

Digiworld Appearance

Age & Birth Date: 12, 5/13/1999

Trait: Hope/Despair

Skills: Amateur Mixed Martial Artist- His eldest brother is a skilled MMA fighter, to a point where he would consider going into professional fighting, and made it a point to train all of his siblings in fighting almost every day so that they may be able to protect themselves if the time ever came when they needed to; this included Ty. Ty has considerable skill for someone his age, allowing him to use his size to his advantage when in a fight, however he is still simply an amateur and has yet to develop on those skills he was taught. A more experienced or veteran fighter would be able to beat the kid without much problem.

Agility- Being young and trained to be a combatant as he is, Ty is often shown to be quick on his feet, capable of parkour among other things. However, how quick is limited by both human limitations and his own age and stamina, of which, while more than a normal child of his age, is still considerably small compared to a normal adult's.

Wisdom- His greatest talent, above all others, is that he is unusually wise for someone his own age. Far more patient and well-mannered than his age would suggest, and very perceptive; able to see things in ways that others may not notice. To be clear, while he is "wise", he is not "intelligent". He can't exactly tell you the square root of a number, but he can notice elements in an environment or in someone's fighting styles that would be used to an advantage of him and his allies, and can effectively see how a person should go through something just from a quick look of their personalities in action. Often times he hides this sense of wisdom and perception over a silly and laid-back persona, essentially to ensure others underestimate him.

Improvising- Because of his perceptive talents, Ty is also able to quickly improvise tactics and essentially come up with plans on the spot just from looking at the situation around him. There are, of course, limits to this; it's not as if time can freeze around him and he can come up with plans literally in miliseconds. At his mind's fastest, it takes about 3-10 seconds to think of something, and even then he's essentially rushing matters.

Hobby: Culinary arts- His father sucks at cooking, and only his eldest brother was interested in cooking for the sake of his own health and the health of others. To help him out and to be able to do stuff on his own that may not involve healthy food in particular, Ty began cooking for himself with said brother's help. While his cooking is spit-out/poison awful, it's also not particularly great either, just mediocre. He still has a long ways to go as a chef, but he is getting there... slowly.

Digimon Partner: Puttimon > Kyupimon > Lucemon > Lucemon (Mornstar Mode)> Lucemon (Chaos Mode)> Lucemon (Shadow Lord Mode/Larvae Mode)

Personality: Before coming into the Digital World, Ty has been something of a little comedic goofball, always wanting to make a laugh in good fun. A mischevous, sly, and tricky little fellow who'd be willing to prank even the most powerful of authority men if he ever had the chance, and always with a big grin and a giggle. He seems to almost purposefully show himself off as clumsy and irresponsible just so others can get a good laugh at his expense. Comedy, after all, stems from misery, and laughter was the best medicine.

Perhaps because of this comical nature, he is often seen as somewhat annoying and obnoxious far more than the menacing demeanor of his status and his digimon. Often times, even his own partner gives him a fist to the top of his head like a hammer when Tai goes too far in his annoyance.

Once he enters the Digital World however, that mischevous nature takes center-fold as he essentially plays the role of bad guy and treating it as just that, a fun little role that he doesn't seem to take too seriously himself. As the Digimon Emperor, he depicts himself as an evil, but often comical and trickster playing overlord, one who shows a great respect to his minions while at the same time throwing them at the Digidestines to keep them busy while he attempts to "TAKE-OVER-TEH-WORLD!" via collecting the Crests before the rest of them.

Beyond that, Tai is a very laid-back and easy-going fellow. Ever the confident optimist, Ty doesn't show much in the way of worry for himself, and doesn't show much worry concerning the identity of his partner either. He has a firm belief in the good-will of his partner despite knowing who he is, in the quality of skill of the other digidestines and in their capability to do the right thing in the end. He's always been so fascinated by new environments and worlds, and perhaps it's because of that and his age that he seemed so unphased by the digimon, the digital world, and what had to happen to get him there.

Of course, this does not mean he is immune to disappointment when something doesn't go his way, or if someone dashes his expectations in the worst possible ways, nor is he immune to temper tantrums, especially if things goes wrong during his "emperor schemes". Most importantly, however, it's because he's so confident and hopeful that when something happens that induces a state of despair in him, it hits him hard. It puts him into a heavy state of depression and if left as is for long enough, potential insanity would follow.

Bio: Born the youngest son of Jacob Falcon, Tyler was often considered the runt of the proverbial litter compared to his other four siblings. He was not the fastest, not the strongest, and not the smartest of his brethren by far. But what he lacked in the traits of his brothers, he had gained in his eyesight and a perceptive, nearly philosophical mind.

Tyler could see things in ways none of the others have considered, the type of kid who got the wrong answers in class, but had a firm reason why he thinks they should be the right answers. But of course, they'd still be considered wrong regardless. Out of the six Falcon children, Tyler seemed fated to be a failure, as he hadn't the qualities of his brothers, and his own qualities wasn't considered much more than merely an oddity. Shrugging off their degradation of what he can and can't do, he simply accepted his own inferiority, which was what started his more laid-back and easygoing tendencies.

However, his eldest brother never abandoned him, even when he seemed to abandon himself and give up. Jordan Falcon, eldest and strongest of the siblings, put him through the ringer, teachning him how to fight, and finding ways to help put his own skill of perception to practical use. His confidence and belief in the little kid was enough to make the other siblings jealous of Ty, and Ty couldn't quite blame them, often wondering why Jordan would bother with a hopeless mess like him. Jordan answered this one day, stating he really had little reason to believe in him, and just that he did, that Tyler had a potential that he believed all humans have in one way or another, and was confident that it could be used to make him just as successful as any other member of his family, even when it doesn't seem like it.

Jordan's own confidence over time began to rub off on Ty, as he began to see what his brother saw in people both in the family and in his classes. As for himself, though he was still very young, and had little to no real use for his own gifts yet, he believes he'll find a place in life he could belong over time.

Little did he know that that sense of worth would come not from his daily life, but from another world altogether.

Some time before the others, Tyler was contacted by a digital entity known as Lucemon. With a Digivice in the tyrant's hand, Lucemon's hand reached out of the screen, grabbed the Digi-destine, and pulled him into the world beyond.

What happened between then and now is unknown to anyone but them. However, His hair color and his attire changed ever since he got there, and within days, he has gathered up a small army of Digimon and has wrecked havoc...well, more like simple mischef, across the Digital World, proclaiming himself its emperor and overlord, with an ultimate goal of its domination entire.

Hypothetical Voice Actor: Cassandra Lee Morris

Theme:

Instrumental

Vocal

Lucemon

Name: Lucemon-C (Aka Remnant Lucemon, Replica Lucemon, Hollow Lucemon, or simply Clone or Copy Lucemon)
Digimon Type: Angel/Copy
Attribute: Vaccine/Virus
Digivolution Line:

Puttimon

Kyupimon

Lucemon

Lucemon (Mornstar Mode)

Lucemon (Chaos Mode)

Lucemon (Shadowlord Mode)

Lucemon (Larva Mode)

Attacks: (Due to his existence as a copy or a fragment of the Genuine Article, all attacks described here, from Child Lucemon onwards, are greatly degraded and diminished forms of the original attacks, to a degree where they are essentially equalized to the normal quality of other Digimon of his respective levels. For example: While the Original Lucemon's Grand Cross is stronger than most Mega-level attacks, including Seraphimon's Strike of the Seven Stars, Copy Lucemon's Grand Cross is about as strong and effective as any other attack from a Rookie level digimon.)

Puttimon:

Angel Dust- Calls forth a mysterious powder while flying about that places the opponent in a happy mood.

Kyupimon:

Angel Ring- Generates a ring of light from the protuberance on its calvaria and throws it at the opponent.

Lucemon:

Grand Cross- Fires ten super-heated spheres of light arranged in a cruciform syzygy.

Lucemon Mornstar Mode:

Divine Feat- Creates a great sword or spear of light.

Lucemon Chaos Mode:

Paradise Lost- Launches the opponent high into the air with a wild dance of blows, then holds their limbs fixed as it drives them back into the ground.

Dead or Alive- Produces a three-dimensional magic circle as a glowing orb of holiness (Light) and evilness (Darkness) combines and confines the opponent within, where it has a 50/50 chance of being either completely annihilated, or suffering great damage.

Terrible Dance- Attacks with a graceful roundhouse kick of Magic

Lucemon Shadow Lord Mode:

Purgatorial Flame: Exhales a flame of destruction which purifies everything.

Divine Atonement: Fires a light of annihilation from the seven Crowns.

Dimension Slasher: Attacks with sharp claws that can pierce dimensional walls.

Wrath of Darkness: Uses the orb, Gehenna, to emit a ray of destruction.

Lucemon Larva Mode:

Longinus Stinger- A small piercing beam of light fired from the Larva's tail, capable of piercing even the toughest of metals.

Misc. Skills: Flight- Being an Winged Digimon from Baby to Mega, Lucemon is capable of flying through the air with ease and agility to match some of the greatest of Avian Digimon

Ancient Experience- Lucemon has existed since the ancient days of the Digital World, Lucemon-C having a copy of Lucemon-O's memories and by extension those very experiences as well. He knows about the ancient legends and digimon of old, and should one ever rise up to stand against the digi-destines, he would know the ways of negotiating or defeating such threats.

Ancient Scripture Translation- As someone who has been there during those times, Lucemon is of the rare few left in the digital world who are able to read and dicipher any scriptures and writings found in ruins or tablets that existed during the ancient times.

Digital Enchantments- As a Celestial Digimon of the ancient world, Lucemon possesses the knowledge of digital enchantments, that is to say, particular coding within the system of the digital world that could modify the environment of the digital world and edit digital monsters in specific ways around him in the form of spells, hexes, and enchantments.

There are, of course, limitations to this. Specifically, while it may look like magic, in reality it's nothing of the sort. As the Digital world and all things is one giant program set upon a very massive and complicated coding, all Lucemon is doing is taking a fragment of that coding and slightly adding bits (literal bytes more like) to its algorithm to produce seemingly magical results. As such, there rules and methods that must be followed, or the enchantments simply won't work, and even there's no spell or enchantment for every occasion one can think of. In addition he is unable to access all of the coding, in particular the Core Programming and source codes of the digital world and its denizens. He can't modify a digimon to become another digimon, for instance, and of course the code for Digivolution is nigh impossible to find, let alone use. But he can add in particular code algorithms to paralyze, enhance, or enseal items or digimon.

Unfortunately, while Lucemon-O is still quite capable of using this talent at its finest, Lucemon-C lacks the power to wield the kind of code modifying that one would expect from a Virus Buster of his supposed calibur.

Personality: As a fragment of the Original Lucemon (or Lucemon-O for short), Lucemon-C inherited Lucemon-O's personality and memory data, and thus having a very similar personality to Lucemon-O with the exception of a contrasting difference amidst the similarities.

Much like Lucemon-O, Lucemon is a calm, calculative and manipulative entity, boasting a grandiose ego and narcissism worthy of the Sin of Pride. His arrogant nature has often led him to having a very condescending demeanor towards others, not that it seems to bother his partner in the slightest. Perhaps it is because of this superiority complex that he can be patient but aggravated by the constant antics of said partner, often times convinced he is merely babysitting him, despite knowledge of his qualities.

Often he takes advantage of his appearance and innocent demeanor to lower the guard of others and make them more susceptible to his control as a result. He is not above deception and leading others to disadvantageous situations and possibly their own demise if he finds it necessary to get what he wants, and him having the memories and experience, combined with a gift of the silver tongue, he has shown to be a very...convincing liar.

However, the difference between Lucemon-C and Lucemon-O stems from a moral conscience and boundaries. Unlike his tyranical other half, Lucemon-C is empathetic and respectful to those around him, his partner included. He cannot bring himself to show it to anyone, but he does truly care for others and has a great love for the digital and its inhabitants. While this contradicts his ability to lead digimon to destruction or deleting them himself, everything he does is for a greater and more benevolent cause; he is willing to sacrifice a few digimon, especially if they are cruel and corrupt, in order to save a greater whole of them. He sees what Lucemon-O and the other Demon Lords have done to the world and the Digimon that roamed it, and vows to gain the power to put a stop to it. Yet, he has memories of Yggdrasil and what he attempted to do, and cannot condone its actions or its existence in causing those actions, and so finds himself an enemy of both. His seeks in all of his actions to make his better half see the light once more, and to free the Digimon from the grip of Yggdrasil and Lucemon-O both.

Bio: Among all the angel digimon in the world, there was one above them all: Lucemon, the Morning Star, the leader of the Celestial Digimon, and often deemed the right hand of God. It was said that Lucemon was there in the beginning days of the Digital World, assisting God in its conception and solving some of its first and most precident problems of the time, such as sealing away the just as arrogant Digimon Sovereign of the Center, Huanglongmon, and stopping any early and destructive wars between the primative digimon of days long gone leading them to an era of order and harmony, with the assistance of six fellow celestial digimon that he led to assure the continued development and prosperity of the new Digital World.

As the story goes, when the world was created in seven days by seven angels, that God laid itself dormant, leaving the heavenly host in charge of overseeing and protecting all that it had made. With Lucemon taking charge of the heavens, they have done just that for an untold number of years. With no word from their heavenly father (ABC), nor his holy scribe (ENIAC), Lucemon's arrogance began to take hold, as he truly believed himself no longer simply the right hand of God, but a God in and of himself, of which all should give praise and gratitude for.

Perhaps in response to this ego, or simply out of coincidence, without warning, a great monolith from afar dropped to the ground from heavens unknown even to him, and from it sprouted a single tree, tall enough to touch the heavens, and wide enough to eclipse all stars of the morning and evening both. From underneath its branches, armored Digimon unknown to all angels, even Lucemon, appeared to the denizens of the world. They declared themselves as the Royal Knights, loyal to Yggdrasil, the World Tree and the newly declared King of the Digital World. Insulted by the very thought, Lucemon and his six followers descended upon this new king and his knights to establish themselves as their superiors. In response however, the Knights under the orders of the King, attacked and defeated the seven angels, and Yggdrasil himself, with its power as a server, stripped them of their light, their grace, and banished them to the Dark Zone as fallen angels, forever marking them with the crowns of sin so that others may look upon them and know the fate of all who follow in their paths.

This was how these angels came to be known, as the 7 Great Demon Lords.

Rather than fear Yggdrasil, or moarn the disgrace of the angels, the digimon below saw this power as proof, and praised Yggdrasil recognizing them as their king, which fed upon the frustrations of Lucemon and his cohorts. Even so, they chose to be silent, to be patient, to wait for the opportunity to gather the unjust and the unworthy of the deleted digimon to their side in the dark zone, and strike at Yggdrasil so as to reclaim authority from the Tree that stole it all from them.

While this was viewed as patiently gathering an army for a conquest, in truth, Lucemon wanted to gather power so as to fight Yggdrasil the fairly, and without bystanders of any kind in his way. For despite the dark taint that was forever shown outwards in the form of his black wings, there was still a part of him that could not bear to hate the world God created, nor the denizens within it. Even Yggdrasil himself, Lucemon eventually saw as less an enemy over time and more a rival to surpass, an equal worthy of his time and effort.

However, this changed when this Yggdrasil declared to do something Lucemon did not ever expect...Out of a lonliness for others that kin to him, he attempted to break open the walls of time and space, attempting to enter a separate dimension so as to meet with other Yggdrasil units in other universes...at the expense of this one, and the digimon below, perhaps unknowing or decieved by the Royal Knights, cheered on their king despite the sacrifices of his actions including them, and the same mindless masses when attempted to listen to reason, declared the naysayers as enemies of the state, as viruses that must be purged, and were casted into the Dark Sea along with them.

For Lucemon, this was the last straw. As he witnessed Yggdrasil about to destroy the world he loved just to satisfy its own selfishness, he felt as something within his very code snapped in twain. The love he once had was gone, and in its place was a seething hatred and wrath that could no longer be held back. He no longer concerned himself with the well-being of the Digimon below, for they all deserved the judgement that was about to befell them. With the roar of a mighty lion, the forces of darkness, the Nightmare Soldiers, and the 7 Demons that led them, attacked the Royal Knights and Yggdrasil in full force, deleting anything and everything that stood in their path, and from the data of the defeated, adding more soldiers to their cause. In the end, no longer holding back, The 7 Demon Lords were victorious as most of the Royal Knights were deleted, and Yggdrasil itself destroyed. Led by the now-tyrant Lucemon, the Seven Demon Lords now ruled over the Digital World.

However, That was not the end of it, for Lucemon's will and code were so powerful, that the part of him that was seemingly erased from the trauma of it all still existed. The coding that made up his moral consciousness, his love for the digital world, all of the emotions of kindness and respect no longer associated with the name of Lucemon, separated from him and manifested itself as a second Lucemon, Lucemon-C. A Benevolent copy model made from the data and memories of the original, a data anomaly that should not have existed, now wishing to make things right in the world. But as a small and inferior model of the Original Lucemon, or Lucemon-O for short, he did not stand a chance against the fellow demon lords, much less his original self. He was far weaker, and unlike his original, is unable to digivolve on his own.

Fortune is on his side, however, as he finds out about Dorumon's plan to bring Digi-destineds, humans with the capability of wielding the digivices and allow digivolution for specific digimon, to this world. To top things off in his favor, upon observing the area he was preparing for the summoning of these humans, he noticed that there eight tags, eight digivice, but only seven digi-eggs. For some reason he could not explain, he himself felt something when looking upon the digivice, a connection, a similar data algorithm to his own. As if by a prank of destiny, it seems he was the digimon partner of one of these humans, whether Dorumon is aware of this or not is unclear, but it would be odd of him to keep that digivice rather than destroying it if he knew Lucemon was the one tied to it.

However, he knew what Dorumon's objective was, and if there is even a slight chance that what he was feeling was true, and there was a digidestined that could partner with an anomaly like him, he knew Dorumon would never allow the human come forth, nor for a crest to be used upon him. Moreover, Lucemon-O's reputation as a Tyrant that rules with an iron fist further sullies Lucemon-C's reputation as a result. Should he attempt to tell them the truth of Dorumon's plans, they would never be able to believe him easily, as there are plenty of Digimon out there could vouch for whatever Dorumon tells them about him. Dorumon would no doubt use Lucemon-O's actions as an excuse to make Lucemon-C out to be a criminal so long as he was with them, and them being the perfect tools for Dorumon, of course he would not let them out of his sight.

This in mind, sometime before Dorumon was ready to gather and summon the digidestineds, Lucemon-C stole two digivices, two tags, and one of the digi-eggs, and left with them in hand.

Why the extra items? Because no matter how forunate it seemed, it also seemed very odd for one such as he to be destined to partner with a human, and so it's likely there was some mistake and he isn't the one that partners with a human. Should that be the case, he would be sending a human into danger without the protection of his partner and as such would useless to him until he could find the partner he was meant for. The second theft of a digivice, tag, and an egg, would serve as the backup plan in such a scenario so as to protect the digimon-less digidestined. In addition, should he be right about his suspicions, another digidestined helping his cause could be helpful as well.

As Lucemon-C held Lucemon-O's memories, he had knowledge of the Digivices, a creation of the days of old, and knew how they worked. He used the Digivice's power to open up a portal to the human world, and from it, brought out a human, his human, the young but wise Tyler Falcon.

Hypothetical Voice Actor: Shannon Emerick (Child/Larva), Ben Pronsky (Mornstar/Chaos)

Theme:

Instrumental (C)

Instrumental (O)

Digimon: Soul Hunters

While Unofficially so, this CS has also been grandfathered in. Enjoy. ^^

Emperor Ty

Name: Tyler "Ty" Falcon

Nationality: American

Appearance & Physical Attributes/Picture:

Original Appearance

Digiworld Appearance

Age & Birth Date: 12, 5/13/1999

Trait: Hope/Despair

Skills: Amateur Mixed Martial Artist- His eldest brother is a skilled MMA fighter, to a point where he would consider going into professional fighting, and made it a point to train all of his siblings in fighting almost every day so that they may be able to protect themselves if the time ever came when they needed to; this included Ty. Ty has considerable skill for someone his age, allowing him to use his size to his advantage when in a fight, however he is still simply an amateur and has yet to develop on those skills he was taught. A more experienced or veteran fighter would be able to beat the kid without much problem.

Agility- Being young and trained to be a combatant as he is, Ty is often shown to be quick on his feet, capable of parkour among other things. However, how quick is limited by both human limitations and his own age and stamina, of which, while more than a normal child of his age, is still considerably small compared to a normal adult's.

Wisdom- His greatest talent, above all others, is that he is unusually wise for someone his own age. Far more patient and well-mannered than his age would suggest, and very perceptive; able to see things in ways that others may not notice. To be clear, while he is "wise", he is not "intelligent". He can't exactly tell you the square root of a number, but he can notice elements in an environment or in someone's fighting styles that would be used to an advantage of him and his allies, and can effectively see how a person should go through something just from a quick look of their personalities in action. Often times he hides this sense of wisdom and perception over a silly and laid-back persona, essentially to ensure others underestimate him.

Improvising- Because of his perceptive talents, Ty is also able to quickly improvise tactics and essentially come up with plans on the spot just from looking at the situation around him. There are, of course, limits to this; it's not as if time can freeze around him and he can come up with plans literally in miliseconds. At his mind's fastest, it takes about 3-10 seconds to think of something, and even then he's essentially rushing matters.

Hobby: Culinary arts- His father sucks at cooking, and only his eldest brother was interested in cooking for the sake of his own health and the health of others. To help him out and to be able to do stuff on his own that may not involve healthy food in particular, Ty began cooking for himself with said brother's help. While his cooking is spit-out/poison awful, it's also not particularly great either, just mediocre. He still has a long ways to go as a chef, but he is getting there... slowly.

Digimon Partner: Puttimon > Kyupimon > Lucemon > Lucemon (Mornstar Mode)> Lucemon (Chaos Mode)> Lucemon (Shadow Lord Mode/Larvae Mode)

Personality: Before coming into the Digital World, Ty has been something of a little comedic goofball, always wanting to make a laugh in good fun. A mischevous, sly, and tricky little fellow who'd be willing to prank even the most powerful of authority men if he ever had the chance, and always with a big grin and a giggle. He seems to almost purposefully show himself off as clumsy and irresponsible just so others can get a good laugh at his expense. Comedy, after all, stems from misery, and laughter was the best medicine.

Perhaps because of this comical nature, he is often seen as somewhat annoying and obnoxious far more than the menacing demeanor of his status and his digimon. Often times, even his own partner gives him a fist to the top of his head like a hammer when Tai goes too far in his annoyance.

Once he enters the Digital World however, that mischevous nature takes center-fold as he essentially plays the role of bad guy and treating it as just that, a fun little role that he doesn't seem to take too seriously himself. As the Digimon Emperor, he depicts himself as an evil, but often comical and trickster playing overlord, one who shows a great respect to his minions while at the same time throwing them at the Digidestines to keep them busy while he attempts to "TAKE-OVER-TEH-WORLD!" via collecting the Crests before the rest of them.

Beyond that, Tai is a very laid-back and easy-going fellow. Ever the confident optimist, Ty doesn't show much in the way of worry for himself, and doesn't show much worry concerning the identity of his partner either. He has a firm belief in the good-will of his partner despite knowing who he is, in the quality of skill of the other digidestines and in their capability to do the right thing in the end. He's always been so fascinated by new environments and worlds, and perhaps it's because of that and his age that he seemed so unphased by the digimon, the digital world, and what had to happen to get him there.

Of course, this does not mean he is immune to disappointment when something doesn't go his way, or if someone dashes his expectations in the worst possible ways, nor is he immune to temper tantrums, especially if things goes wrong during his "emperor schemes". Most importantly, however, it's because he's so confident and hopeful that when something happens that induces a state of despair in him, it hits him hard. It puts him into a heavy state of depression and if left as is for long enough, potential insanity would follow.

Bio: Born the youngest son of Jacob Falcon, Tyler was often considered the runt of the proverbial litter compared to his other four siblings. He was not the fastest, not the strongest, and not the smartest of his brethren by far. But what he lacked in the traits of his brothers, he had gained in his eyesight and a perceptive, nearly philosophical mind.

Tyler could see things in ways none of the others have considered, the type of kid who got the wrong answers in class, but had a firm reason why he thinks they should be the right answers. But of course, they'd still be considered wrong regardless. Out of the six Falcon children, Tyler seemed fated to be a failure, as he hadn't the qualities of his brothers, and his own qualities wasn't considered much more than merely an oddity. Shrugging off their degradation of what he can and can't do, he simply accepted his own inferiority, which was what started his more laid-back and easygoing tendencies.

However, his eldest brother never abandoned him, even when he seemed to abandon himself and give up. Jordan Falcon, eldest and strongest of the siblings, put him through the ringer, teachning him how to fight, and finding ways to help put his own skill of perception to practical use. His confidence and belief in the little kid was enough to make the other siblings jealous of Ty, and Ty couldn't quite blame them, often wondering why Jordan would bother with a hopeless mess like him. Jordan answered this one day, stating he really had little reason to believe in him, and just that he did, that Tyler had a potential that he believed all humans have in one way or another, and was confident that it could be used to make him just as successful as any other member of his family, even when it doesn't seem like it.

Jordan's own confidence over time began to rub off on Ty, as he began to see what his brother saw in people both in the family and in his classes. As for himself, though he was still very young, and had little to no real use for his own gifts yet, he believes he'll find a place in life he could belong over time.

Little did he know that that sense of worth would come not from his daily life, but from another world altogether.

Some time before the others, Tyler was contacted by a digital entity known as Lucemon. With a Digivice in the tyrant's hand, Lucemon's hand reached out of the screen, grabbed the Digi-destine, and pulled him into the world beyond.

What happened between then and now is unknown to anyone but them. However, His hair color and his attire changed ever since he got there, and within days, he has gathered up a small army of Digimon and has wrecked havoc...well, more like simple mischef, across the Digital World, proclaiming himself its emperor and overlord, with an ultimate goal of its domination entire.

Hypothetical Voice Actor: Cassandra Lee Morris

Theme:

Instrumental

Vocal

Lucemon

Name: Lucemon-C (Aka Remnant Lucemon, Replica Lucemon, Hollow Lucemon, or simply Clone or Copy Lucemon)
Digimon Type: Angel/Copy
Attribute: Vaccine/Virus
Digivolution Line:

Puttimon

Kyupimon

Lucemon

Lucemon (Mornstar Mode)

Lucemon (Chaos Mode)

Lucemon (Shadowlord Mode)

Lucemon (Larva Mode)

Attacks: (Due to his existence as a copy or a fragment of the Genuine Article, all attacks described here, from Child Lucemon onwards, are greatly degraded and diminished forms of the original attacks, to a degree where they are essentially equalized to the normal quality of other Digimon of his respective levels. For example: While the Original Lucemon's Grand Cross is stronger than most Mega-level attacks, including Seraphimon's Strike of the Seven Stars, Copy Lucemon's Grand Cross is about as strong and effective as any other attack from a Rookie level digimon.)

Puttimon:

Angel Dust- Calls forth a mysterious powder while flying about that places the opponent in a happy mood.

Kyupimon:

Angel Ring- Generates a ring of light from the protuberance on its calvaria and throws it at the opponent.

Lucemon:

Grand Cross- Fires ten super-heated spheres of light arranged in a cruciform syzygy.

Lucemon Mornstar Mode:

Divine Feat- Creates a great sword or spear of light.

Lucemon Chaos Mode:

Paradise Lost- Launches the opponent high into the air with a wild dance of blows, then holds their limbs fixed as it drives them back into the ground.

Dead or Alive- Produces a three-dimensional magic circle as a glowing orb of holiness (Light) and evilness (Darkness) combines and confines the opponent within, where it has a 50/50 chance of being either completely annihilated, or suffering great damage.

Terrible Dance- Attacks with a graceful roundhouse kick of Magic

Lucemon Shadow Lord Mode:

Purgatorial Flame: Exhales a flame of destruction which purifies everything.

Divine Atonement: Fires a light of annihilation from the seven Crowns.

Dimension Slasher: Attacks with sharp claws that can pierce dimensional walls.

Wrath of Darkness: Uses the orb, Gehenna, to emit a ray of destruction.

Lucemon Larva Mode:

Longinus Stinger- A small piercing beam of light fired from the Larva's tail, capable of piercing even the toughest of metals.

Misc. Skills: Flight- Being an Winged Digimon from Baby to Mega, Lucemon is capable of flying through the air with ease and agility to match some of the greatest of Avian Digimon

Ancient Experience- Lucemon has existed since the ancient days of the Digital World, Lucemon-C having a copy of Lucemon-O's memories and by extension those very experiences as well. He knows about the ancient legends and digimon of old, and should one ever rise up to stand against the digi-destines, he would know the ways of negotiating or defeating such threats.

Ancient Scripture Translation- As someone who has been there during those times, Lucemon is of the rare few left in the digital world who are able to read and dicipher any scriptures and writings found in ruins or tablets that existed during the ancient times.

Digital Enchantments- As a Celestial Digimon of the ancient world, Lucemon possesses the knowledge of digital enchantments, that is to say, particular coding within the system of the digital world that could modify the environment of the digital world and edit digital monsters in specific ways around him in the form of spells, hexes, and enchantments.

There are, of course, limitations to this. Specifically, while it may look like magic, in reality it's nothing of the sort. As the Digital world and all things is one giant program set upon a very massive and complicated coding, all Lucemon is doing is taking a fragment of that coding and slightly adding bits (literal bytes more like) to its algorithm to produce seemingly magical results. As such, there rules and methods that must be followed, or the enchantments simply won't work, and even there's no spell or enchantment for every occasion one can think of. In addition he is unable to access all of the coding, in particular the Core Programming and source codes of the digital world and its denizens. He can't modify a digimon to become another digimon, for instance, and of course the code for Digivolution is nigh impossible to find, let alone use. But he can add in particular code algorithms to paralyze, enhance, or enseal items or digimon.

Unfortunately, while Lucemon-O is still quite capable of using this talent at its finest, Lucemon-C lacks the power to wield the kind of code modifying that one would expect from a Virus Buster of his supposed calibur.

Personality: As a fragment of the Original Lucemon (or Lucemon-O for short), Lucemon-C inherited Lucemon-O's personality and memory data, and thus having a very similar personality to Lucemon-O with the exception of a contrasting difference amidst the similarities.

Much like Lucemon-O, Lucemon is a calm, calculative and manipulative entity, boasting a grandiose ego and narcissism worthy of the Sin of Pride. His arrogant nature has often led him to having a very condescending demeanor towards others, not that it seems to bother his partner in the slightest. Perhaps it is because of this superiority complex that he can be patient but aggravated by the constant antics of said partner, often times convinced he is merely babysitting him, despite knowledge of his qualities.

Often he takes advantage of his appearance and innocent demeanor to lower the guard of others and make them more susceptible to his control as a result. He is not above deception and leading others to disadvantageous situations and possibly their own demise if he finds it necessary to get what he wants, and him having the memories and experience, combined with a gift of the silver tongue, he has shown to be a very...convincing liar.

However, the difference between Lucemon-C and Lucemon-O stems from a moral conscience and boundaries. Unlike his tyranical other half, Lucemon-C is empathetic and respectful to those around him, his partner included. He cannot bring himself to show it to anyone, but he does truly care for others and has a great love for the digital and its inhabitants. While this contradicts his ability to lead digimon to destruction or deleting them himself, everything he does is for a greater and more benevolent cause; he is willing to sacrifice a few digimon, especially if they are cruel and corrupt, in order to save a greater whole of them. He sees what Lucemon-O and the other Demon Lords have done to the world and the Digimon that roamed it, and vows to gain the power to put a stop to it. Yet, he has memories of Yggdrasil and what he attempted to do, and cannot condone its actions or its existence in causing those actions, and so finds himself an enemy of both. His seeks in all of his actions to make his better half see the light once more, and to free the Digimon from the grip of Yggdrasil and Lucemon-O both.

Bio: Among all the angel digimon in the world, there was one above them all: Lucemon, the Morning Star, the leader of the Celestial Digimon, and often deemed the right hand of God. It was said that Lucemon was there in the beginning days of the Digital World, assisting God in its conception and solving some of its first and most precident problems of the time, such as sealing away the just as arrogant Digimon Sovereign of the Center, Huanglongmon, and stopping any early and destructive wars between the primative digimon of days long gone leading them to an era of order and harmony, with the assistance of six fellow celestial digimon that he led to assure the continued development and prosperity of the new Digital World.

As the story goes, when the world was created in seven days by seven angels, that God laid itself dormant, leaving the heavenly host in charge of overseeing and protecting all that it had made. With Lucemon taking charge of the heavens, they have done just that for an untold number of years. With no word from their heavenly father (ABC), nor his holy scribe (ENIAC), Lucemon's arrogance began to take hold, as he truly believed himself no longer simply the right hand of God, but a God in and of himself, of which all should give praise and gratitude for.

Perhaps in response to this ego, or simply out of coincidence, without warning, a great monolith from afar dropped to the ground from heavens unknown even to him, and from it sprouted a single tree, tall enough to touch the heavens, and wide enough to eclipse all stars of the morning and evening both. From underneath its branches, armored Digimon unknown to all angels, even Lucemon, appeared to the denizens of the world. They declared themselves as the Royal Knights, loyal to Yggdrasil, the World Tree and the newly declared King of the Digital World. Insulted by the very thought, Lucemon and his six followers descended upon this new king and his knights to establish themselves as their superiors. In response however, the Knights under the orders of the King, attacked and defeated the seven angels, and Yggdrasil himself, with its power as a server, stripped them of their light, their grace, and banished them to the Dark Zone as fallen angels, forever marking them with the crowns of sin so that others may look upon them and know the fate of all who follow in their paths.

This was how these angels came to be known, as the 7 Great Demon Lords.

Rather than fear Yggdrasil, or moarn the disgrace of the angels, the digimon below saw this power as proof, and praised Yggdrasil recognizing them as their king, which fed upon the frustrations of Lucemon and his cohorts. Even so, they chose to be silent, to be patient, to wait for the opportunity to gather the unjust and the unworthy of the deleted digimon to their side in the dark zone, and strike at Yggdrasil so as to reclaim authority from the Tree that stole it all from them.

While this was viewed as patiently gathering an army for a conquest, in truth, Lucemon wanted to gather power so as to fight Yggdrasil the fairly, and without bystanders of any kind in his way. For despite the dark taint that was forever shown outwards in the form of his black wings, there was still a part of him that could not bear to hate the world God created, nor the denizens within it. Even Yggdrasil himself, Lucemon eventually saw as less an enemy over time and more a rival to surpass, an equal worthy of his time and effort.

However, this changed when this Yggdrasil declared to do something Lucemon did not ever expect...Out of a lonliness for others that kin to him, he attempted to break open the walls of time and space, attempting to enter a separate dimension so as to meet with other Yggdrasil units in other universes...at the expense of this one, and the digimon below, perhaps unknowing or decieved by the Royal Knights, cheered on their king despite the sacrifices of his actions including them, and the same mindless masses when attempted to listen to reason, declared the naysayers as enemies of the state, as viruses that must be purged, and were casted into the Dark Sea along with them.

For Lucemon, this was the last straw. As he witnessed Yggdrasil about to destroy the world he loved just to satisfy its own selfishness, he felt as something within his very code snapped in twain. The love he once had was gone, and in its place was a seething hatred and wrath that could no longer be held back. He no longer concerned himself with the well-being of the Digimon below, for they all deserved the judgement that was about to befell them. With the roar of a mighty lion, the forces of darkness, the Nightmare Soldiers, and the 7 Demons that led them, attacked the Royal Knights and Yggdrasil in full force, deleting anything and everything that stood in their path, and from the data of the defeated, adding more soldiers to their cause. In the end, no longer holding back, The 7 Demon Lords were victorious as most of the Royal Knights were deleted, and Yggdrasil itself destroyed. Led by the now-tyrant Lucemon, the Seven Demon Lords now ruled over the Digital World.

However, That was not the end of it, for Lucemon's will and code were so powerful, that the part of him that was seemingly erased from the trauma of it all still existed. The coding that made up his moral consciousness, his love for the digital world, all of the emotions of kindness and respect no longer associated with the name of Lucemon, separated from him and manifested itself as a second Lucemon, Lucemon-C. A Benevolent copy model made from the data and memories of the original, a data anomaly that should not have existed, now wishing to make things right in the world. But as a small and inferior model of the Original Lucemon, or Lucemon-O for short, he did not stand a chance against the fellow demon lords, much less his original self. He was far weaker, and unlike his original, is unable to digivolve on his own.

Fortune is on his side, however, as he finds out about Dorumon's plan to bring Digi-destineds, humans with the capability of wielding the digivices and allow digivolution for specific digimon, to this world. To top things off in his favor, upon observing the area he was preparing for the summoning of these humans, he noticed that there eight tags, eight digivice, but only seven digi-eggs. For some reason he could not explain, he himself felt something when looking upon the digivice, a connection, a similar data algorithm to his own. As if by a prank of destiny, it seems he was the digimon partner of one of these humans, whether Dorumon is aware of this or not is unclear, but it would be odd of him to keep that digivice rather than destroying it if he knew Lucemon was the one tied to it.

However, he knew what Dorumon's objective was, and if there is even a slight chance that what he was feeling was true, and there was a digidestined that could partner with an anomaly like him, he knew Dorumon would never allow the human come forth, nor for a crest to be used upon him. Moreover, Lucemon-O's reputation as a Tyrant that rules with an iron fist further sullies Lucemon-C's reputation as a result. Should he attempt to tell them the truth of Dorumon's plans, they would never be able to believe him easily, as there are plenty of Digimon out there could vouch for whatever Dorumon tells them about him. Dorumon would no doubt use Lucemon-O's actions as an excuse to make Lucemon-C out to be a criminal so long as he was with them, and them being the perfect tools for Dorumon, of course he would not let them out of his sight.

This in mind, sometime before Dorumon was ready to gather and summon the digidestineds, Lucemon-C stole two digivices, two tags, and one of the digi-eggs, and left with them in hand.

Why the extra items? Because no matter how forunate it seemed, it also seemed very odd for one such as he to be destined to partner with a human, and so it's likely there was some mistake and he isn't the one that partners with a human. Should that be the case, he would be sending a human into danger without the protection of his partner and as such would useless to him until he could find the partner he was meant for. The second theft of a digivice, tag, and an egg, would serve as the backup plan in such a scenario so as to protect the digimon-less digidestined. In addition, should he be right about his suspicions, another digidestined helping his cause could be helpful as well.

As Lucemon-C held Lucemon-O's memories, he had knowledge of the Digivices, a creation of the days of old, and knew how they worked. He used the Digivice's power to open up a portal to the human world, and from it, brought out a human, his human, the young but wise Tyler Falcon.

Hypothetical Voice Actor: Shannon Emerick (Child/Larva), Ben Pronsky (Mornstar/Chaos)

Theme:

Instrumental (C)

Instrumental (O)

Persona in Wonderland: A Persona RP.

Butter Daisy Forest

In Tyler's mind, he echoed a comment the girl recently made, how those beyond the P3 syndrome age limit getting caught in a comatose didn't make any sense. Indeed it was very strange. He's certain that he's right about this, but why were they caught up in this too? Could it be that P3 Syndrome was spreading beyond its age limitations, or could it be that there was something special about these people in particular? These, however, were questions to be answered another time.

Tyler listened to Arthur's comment about the human potentially being hostile before the meet-up with this new person. Indeed, he probably should have considered that as the man began speaking up his answer. But in a situation like this, whether or not the man in question was ready to attack them would be ultimately an irrelevant point. They were in a forest potentially surrounded by monsters, and while the possibility of a potentially psychotic human was there, it's not as if that gives an excuse to just leave him to die. Besides, while he would prefer not to fight...or kill, he would at least be able to incapacitate this guy if he decided to lash out. Personal army experience aside, it didn't seem likely that this person would be fast enough to hit him should he dodge.

This of course, was followed by Arthur then mocking him, asking if he'd made sure the area was clear, something that made him quite irritated, but something he ignored. There's no way of knowing to be sure if the area is secure, they know nothing about their environment or what kind of creatures inhabit it. He's only seen the monsters in the woods by chance for split-seconds; there's no way of knowing what they are or what they can do if they decided to attack. He needed to get as many people out of harm's way as he could, and that included this man.

The man then explained that the only one he saw was someone known as the Mad Hatter.

"Mad...Hatter?" Tyler echoed, pondering about this bit of information. "Mad Hatter", as in a character from the Lewis Carol novels...He'd think him nuts normally, but one of those two battling it out was some kind of humanoid with a hat on. He must have been that very same being, running past them after that battle they saw.

...But that means the other one is no longer preoccupied with him...Oh dear.

As soon as he thought about it, he heard something in the distances, as his soldier's instincts began to kick in. He didn't know from where, or how far away they were, but there was a distinct feeling that they weren't alone, that people in the forest beyond the path was watching them. It was just a gut feeling...but then again, those gut feelings are usually right.

"...We have to get to that rabbit hole, fast. We're definitely not alone in here." He said to the trio. He began looking towards the path that the other humans went, prompting the others to follow him as he walked further into it. There was no guarantee that the hole they entered will be safe; it may very well be a deathtrap, but there's at least a chance at surviving this situation by heading for it, as oppose to standing on the road like sitting ducks while god-knows-what lurks around them.

As the four headed towards the Rabbit Hole, with Tyler seeing it in the distance, he noticed some movement from the hole. Something seemed to be coming out, but it was hard to tell from the distance they were at. Tyler stopped the others using common military hand signs. Needing to do Reconnaissance while ensuring the others protection, he then pointed them towards the left side of the forest as he himself walked to the side, covering behind the trees while walking closer to whatever was coming out.

As soon as he and the others had a more visible view of what was going on, suddenly out popped a large group of humans, the same ones as before, only now with weapons and apparently some kind of pocket-watches. The White Rabbit also seemed to come out, only it didn't seem like it was the same one that brought them there. Just about everything about this new rabbit gave a different vibe from the one he saw leading them there. With another few hand signs, Tyler essentially ordered the other three to keep watch as they continued the observation.

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Alice looked as the others are brought back up to the Forest, and once everyone was confirmed to have landed safely into the forest, she looked to Jill who proceeded to take the lead, heading deeper into the forest, with Tyler and his respective group not far behind, still hiding from sight.

"...Oh dear." The little rabbit said stopping mid-way through the trail as if something stopped her.

"What's wrong?" Alice asked.

"Umm...Well...They're here. The Black Rabbit must have summoned them after he left to deal with us." Jill nervously replied, looking around the forest as if trying to find something beyond the trees.

"Summoned who?" Adam asked. But before he could get an answer, a sudden sound of laughter echoed throughout the forest, heard by all humans within it. Tyler in particular looking around from his hiding spot behind the trees as if trying to track the source of it.

Then those same laughing voices, all of them appearing to be female began to speak...

"So, these are the cavalry humans those rebels decided to bring to this place?" This voice was in the middle of pitch and tone, definitely an adult female and without much peculiarities.

"Un-creative minds, confused and worried for life; a wasted effort in their disposal." This voice was without tone or expression of any kind, sounding soulless, like a machine that's trying to sound human.

"Hmmm, I don't knoooow~ Some of them seem pretty cute." This voice was high-pitched and juvinile, almost akin to Jill's own voice.

"Wait, that one over there...the chick...Isn't that?" This voice clearly was teenaged, with a hint of a gruff tone in it.

"SILENCE!" The last one yelled, its voice wild and monstrous as the scream of a banshee. So forceful was the scream, that a sudden gust of wind blew through the forest in the humans' direction, the trees shaking as it did.

"Humans, Children of Man who unwittingly stepped foot in the domain of dreams. You stand upon the threshold beyond which lies the Kingdom of Bliss...Though without choice of your own, you sully this holy land with the taint of your reality, brought forth by breakers of royal oath. You have our pity, but by order of the Titan, we shall not allow you a step further. You shall be an example of the consequences of Defiance, and you Rabbit, shall not find the same solace in death we shalt give to these humans. You brought them here, and so we shall feed you to our royal majesty as punishment for this blasphemy." A more sophisticated female voice, the tone and expression of a professional or a politician, stated. Needless to say, this made Jill shiver in dread as her ears perk up in shock. Adam and Alice grabbed hold of the new weapons they got from the Hatter as they could now see what appeared to be humanoid silhouettes moving around in the forest, slowly coming closer. Tyler also noticed this, but something else caught his attention just before he could signal the rest of his group to continue onward.

"Hmm...An example of defiance, you say? How typical of you girls to take a simple order from daddy dearest and blow its importance far out of proportion. Hunt down the humans and take them out, simple order, yet you're treating as if you're doing some grand scheme of weeding out treason just so you can...what, walk up to your pops and get a pat on the head?" A familiar voice said. Alice, Adam, and Jill looked over towards the direction they were heading, until they spotted a familiar mouse tailed girl with her signature bowler hat.

Dorm Mouse! Adam said, surprised to see her up on the surface.

"Sorry I'm late. As soon as you guys left, Contrary to how he looked, Hatter took some considerable damage from that titanic bastard. Had to make sure he got healed up before the cavalry charge. ...Your bug's up ahead down that path, trust me when I say you can't miss it." She said as she walked forward, as if to challenge the oncoming foes that continued to close in.

"Dorm Mouse, admirably bold of you to stand alone whilst the insurgence continues to hide. How very brave..." The leading voice from before said.

"Yeah, and if praise from pretentious coattail clingers held any merit, that would actually mean something." The Mouse sarcastically said, not a hint of fear on her face contrary to the White Rabbit. Adam, for once, could somewhat relate to the White Rabbit in this regard, given how confident and menacing these particular shadows heading for them seemed, looking at his sword before looking back at the Dorm Mouse.

"Wait, are you sure you can handle this?" He asked her, before she then looked back at the group.

"Hey. I'm more than capable of keeping a few daddy's widdle pwincesses busy. Besides, I got this." Dorm Mouse gave them a grin and brought a butcher's knife. It was rusty, with nicks on the edge and speckles of dried blood on it. But over all else, it was huge. Like it was meant for a giant. (This particular part was made by Petulant.) Adam and Alice looked at it with awe at how something of that size could have appeared with the Dorm Mouse without noticing.

Now get going! The Trees will be your guide. She then told them. Alice and Adam looked at the group, then back at Dorm mouse before giving a silent nod.

"Let's get moving." Alice then said as she left with the White Rabbit down the path, prompting everyone to follow suit as the Dorm Mouse began to move towards the silhouettes in the forest.

As soon as he saw them heading down the path, watching what was happening before his own eyes as well, Tyler proceeded to follow the humans from the shadows, giving silent signals for the others to come along as well.

"Hey, they're getting away!"

"Leave 'em be. They've yet to awaken, the shadows of the forest'll deal with them. We got bigger fish to fry now." the voices said as they surround Dorm Mouse.

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As they ran off down the path, Alice and the others stopped as something began to block the road ahead. Tyler's gang seeing it in the distance as they continued to hide behind the trees. It appeared to be some kind of moving black slime, the exact same color and texture as the slime that took Snow away from them, as well as the same stuff that half of the White Rabbit melted into.

"...Ah great...more of them." Tyler thought. The black slime seemed to immediately converge around the main group, encircling and surrounding them in a ring.

"What in the world? What is this stuff?" Adam asked.

"Th-They're shadows..."

"You mean like you guys?"

"Yes, but...these are different. The Shadows you've met up til now were awakened with egoes of their own...these shadows are more normal, more feral than us...it's hard to explain but, umm...these shadows can think and feel like us, but they're more limited, more instinctual than we are." Jill explained as the masks start to break out of black goop, the slime seemingly beginning to shape themselves around the masks in question.

"In other words, they're more like animals." Chase said. Jill nodded in agreement to that as the shadows started to finish taking shape.

The resulting creatures were bizarre to say the least, Some of them turned into giant mouth balls with mouths on their fronts and their masks on their rears, some of them turned into some kind of monkeys hanging on the trees of the forest with masks over their stomachs, some of them didn't seem to even back taking shape at all, just being a masked puddle of slime with tendrils coming out of them. As they began to take their shape, more of them began to crawl out of the woods to do the same taking even more shapes as they did. Adam tried to cut one of the floating mouth balls in half with the new sword he got, only for it to essentially go right through them.

"...That can't be good. Oi, Rabbit, the weapons aren't working!" He said.

"That's because you guys haven't awakened yet. You need to use the Chronovokers!" Jill responded.

"Ok, but you weren't very clear on how to use it. You wanna, you know, give us an example or something?"

Amidst everything, while Chase was extending his arms out to try and shield the party from the shadows on his side of the circle, Alice was looking around at these creatures, clearly getting scared, her mind flashing back to the younger days of the Dark Hour that these things were reminding her of. All of a sudden, however, everything around her became nearly silent, time slowing down, and amidst this bizarre phenomenon from out of the forest came a butterfly, glowing with a small but radiant light from its velvet blue wings, passing by her face. As it flew by, she could hear, no, feel something in her mind, words without a voice of their own silently rippling across her consciousness. She couldn't quite make out what was being said, but it felt as if whatever this butterfly was...it for some reason, somehow, is showing its support for them.

"Why do you hesitate child? A world beyond the norm awaits you, denizens of this dreamy domain and of your own have need of you and the others. Will you let fear of the unknown encroach upon you at this hour of desperation, even as it seeks to swallow those around you as it had before?" A different voice then echoed in her head, flashes of what happened to Snow and Guiren appearing before her eyes.

"No...I can't let that happen...Never again!"

"Then open your eyes, the door of time, and call forth what lies within." The voice said. Almost instinctively, she opened up the pocket watch the Rabbit gave her, the Chronovoker, and in seconds, the glass of the watch started to glow with a bright white light, the sound of the ticking getting louder as sparkles of colored light arose from the glass and started to mass and take shape of some kind of figure. As this is happening, the the ground just below her started to glow as well, a magic circle in the shape of a clock's face fading into existence beneath her feet.

Alice looked on at this with wide-eyed bewilderment, at first with shock, but , Adam watching this as well, remembering what the Rabbit, the male Rabbit, said about the instructions.

"Using it is simple enough: Open the lid by pushing a button on the side, focus your thoughts into a resolve of some kind, be it determination to survive or defeat your enemies, until those thoughts gains shape inside the Chronovoker, then close the lid back up. You only have to do it once, then the Chronovoker imprints your ego into its glass and you only have to call it out and close the lid again."

"...Per-" The hands on the clock of both the ground and in her hand began moving in opposite rotations until they both struck twelve simultaneously.

"...So..." A beam of light shot up from the glass of the watch, splitting off into tiny particles of light showering down on her, like stars or tiny diamonds falling like snow around her. Tyler watched this from a far, awestruck at the wonder of it all. Jill was also watching in awe...

"This power...She's doing it. This is amazing! She's really doing it!" She thought with a smile of joy. Adam and Chase had no words for what was going on, but while Adam's face was one of bewilderment, Chase

With a smile of her own now completely on her face, turned into a confident grin, Alice uttered one last syllable.

"...Na!" With that, she immediately pressed the cover of the pocket watch shut, the stream of light reflecting off the golden sheen of the cover and dividing the light stream into four streams shooting towards the sides, at least one hitting one of the shadows and making it cry out in agony as it crawled back into the forest. The 4 beams, straight at first, curved around as the slow ticking of the clock was heard, the minute hand on the ground moving clockwise as if time was starting up again. The beams and particles circled around the clock beneath her feet until they merged and split apart. The particles of light around gathered together again to form a shape, one of a girl in a dress, a basket in hand, and a black wolf-shaped tornado around her feet.

Alice gave a smile as the ethereal appeared behind her; she could feel power, courage, or something akin to it well up inside her. It was as if she knew somewhere in her heart that she would be safe, that these people would be safe...

That she had the power to protect now.

"Thou art I, and I am Thou. From the sea of thy Soul I cometh. I am Dorothy, Traveller of wonders." The girl said, her voice sounding more sophisticated and booming than her appearance would suggest. With a wave of her free hand, the tornado at her feat roared and span around at a fast pace as a gust of wind came to blow away the monkey-like shadow, the wind tearing it asunder until it was nothing but particle of black scattered like dust in the wind. One of the flying mouths instinctively reacted to this by charging towards Alice, who instinctively slashed her knife at it, cutting it in half and causing it to explode into black particles and fade away as well.

"...That's it, That's the power you need! Now you can fight the shadows!" Jill said. Hopping up and down as she did.

"What in the world is that...?" Tyler seemingly asked his trio, but mostly was asking himself.

"That's the power we're suppose to have!?" Adam asked.

"So, this is the awakening they were referring to. Was this kind of power always ours? ...Old man, ...did you know anything about this?" Chase thought as he looked at what transpired, then at his own Chronovoker.

The shadows that encircled them clearly showed an instinctual fear of the Persona-user now that she has awakened, but then in their agitation prepared to attack them anyways.

"Guys, Do what the Rabbit said before, it really does work how he said it would!" Alice explained.

"The giant mouths are Helberies, the masked slimes are Mayas, and the monkeys are Simies! They're all a bit varied from each other, so watch for their weaknesses...They all have something, and I can keep track of which one's which!" Jill explained to them.

Adam opened and closed his Chronovoker as one of the Helbeiries tried to attack him, and out came a lion-headed man in golden armor, with the roar of a lion, he raised his sword skyward, and from the sky came a bolt of lightning, down on the mouth, making it explode into black particles.

Meanwhile a Simy tried to attack Chase as he silently opens and closes his own Chronovoker, a giant hand of an even bulkier man than he and Luke grabbing it, dropping it and cleaving it in two with his golden ax.

Tyler continued to look on as these people began calling out their own powers on these guys, practically struck speechless at what he was seeing.

"I've got your backs guys. Let's go!" Jill said as she continued her hopping, as the shadows began their own counter offensive against them.

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[KHR!] Inheritance: A Legacy Reborn

"Demons for hire!" The Mercenary Organization: "Incubus"

An organization of cybernetic DW flame-wielding mercenaries. Their exact origins are unknown, and not many are aware of them, seems even Vongola was left in the dark about their existence, need it be by other Mafia families, or by those within Vongola who did know. What is known is that they have been a group of assassins and wet-workers taking on the dirtiest tasks and clean-up jobs of mafias, cartels, yakuza, and other criminal syndicates and governmental bodies for generations, often working in the shadows to raise the reputation of their employers by removing any opposing elements. Assassinations, Kidnapping, bombings, torture, bodyguarding, Blackmail, silencing, you name it, they can do it for a price. It didn't matter how big or small the target was, from a homeless old man that needed to be reminded of his debts to a loan shark, to the leader of an entire country, they'll attack anyone for the right price. It should be noted that they name themselves and their successors after Chess pieces - the three lowest being collectively known as pawns but with their own special codenames - under the philosophy that they are simply tools for their employers will and nothing more. Much like the Vongola Famiglia, each member of Incubus serves a particular role in the group, which is driven as a reason to buy individual members or whole sets of them, depending on the what is needed for the time.

For the longest time, Incubus had no such abilities to invoke the dying will flames, relying solely on their exceptional skills as mercenaries to do the jobs given to them. The flames were a recent phenomenon for their families and were only being used for the past two or three generations.

This particular generation, however, gained cybernetic enhancements due to an experiment they participated in that gone awry, causing their respective flames to become unstable, using these cybernetics to keep themselves alive, as well as to further enhance and control their respective dying will abilities. As such, they are commonly seen by these enhancements, and their signature armor, each one the same model, but having their own unique features for each member, other than their weapons and cybernetics.

With one exception, All of the Cybernetics on Incubus contains a switch of some kind to regulate, focus, and release DW flames onto those respective parts of the body, empowering those parts with their entire body's worth of DW flames. This is known as "Release Mode" (RM), similar to Hyper Dying Will mode as a form of empowerment for a limited time. The RM focuses and releases all of member's Dying Will flames into their cybernetics until there is nothing left to safely release, after which the cybernetics automatically return to their dormant state, a cool-down of sorts, and leaves the members naturally exhausted. The amount of time they have until their RM disengages varies from member to member, It depends on how many parts of the body are cybernetic, and the size of those cybernetics. The cool-down limit, however, is generally the same for them all, it takes about 24 hours for their unstable flames to rekindle inside them again.

Another option they have, although suicidal, is the option to completely deactivate and remove the cybernetic regulators themselves, a strategy that must only be used in times of desperation and greatest emergency, known as "Fatal/Final Release Mode" or "FRM". By removing the Regulators completely from their bodies, via a keypad attached to their cybernetics and a special passcode, each one having a different passcode, their unstable DW flames will be released in full force without anything to stop them. The members entering this state will essentially reach the pinnacle maximum of their power, the full force of their respective flames exploding out of them, likely effecting the areas around them and the people within those areas by extension. But now, without anything to stop or control them, their flames will inevitably kill them by the end, making it a sort of "Kamikaze" mode.

(If Images are given to show the features of the unique features of the armor, replace only the color scheme and the helmet design of those images, with the image of the Incubus-Model Armor shown below.)

Incubus-Model Armor

Pawn: Demon

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THE DEMON PAWN/BENITO DIAUOMO

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"Hey there, Name's Demon, I'll be your Murderer for the evening, and just for tonight only, I'll throw in the slow and agonizing death of anyone who bleeds your blood, absolutely free!"

Unique armor feature

Note: the round glass visor of his helmet has a red version of the Incubus logo, painted onto it.

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P E R S O N A L I A

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"Little Benny died a long time ago. He had no intention of sharing the family business but it threw itself right at him anyways, and tore out his heart. I'm simply the soulless monster born from that, who decided to take over what's left."

// A G E

25

// P E R S O N A L I T Y

True to his title of Demon, and to the legacy of his family, Benito is a sado-masochistic sociopathic madman with no sympathy for anyone or anything around him.

But he wasn't always like this. Got most of his childhood and teenage life, he was something of a black sheep among his psychotic family, He was kind, considerate of others, generous and gentle a soul, you'd never expect him to murder a small animal much less commit mass homicide like his family was trained to do. He was often bullied and abused by his parents and siblings, but he had a special trait of sturdy mental defenses against those acts.

After a certain incident, however, Benito lost himself in the psychotic nature inherited by his family, which essentially killed his humanity.

Benito finds pleasure now in the infliction of pain and suffering on others, as well as himself. He has no remorse or feelings of pity for his victims, often laughing at their misery, as well as his own, and having a tendency for being a dark comedian. Even so, he sees himself as a professional murderous fiend and executioner, having his own standards of only killing targets he knows are gonna give him a worthy challenge, not because he wants to spare the weak, but because he's killed so many weak people that their reactions and screams have become mundane and boring to him; they don't entertain him anymore. The world itself is a boring cesspool of misery and despair in his mind, and if he ever had the chance to burn the world to ashes, he would take it without a second thought as the ultimate show of the Diauomo creed.

He's no where near intelligent, probably more so than others before him due to his time before taking this position but still not exactly an honor roll student. He's impatient, and prefers more direct approaches to solve any problem they may have, often getting annoyed and put to boiling point when he has to step down from killing someone to achieve some sort of clever plan. However, he is street smart, a great improviser and a quick thinker above all else, he may not know nor understand the intricacies of a complicated plan, but he has enough common sense to be able to figure out why a plan could fail. When the time comes that a plan fails and resorts to him just killing someone, nothing gets him more excited.

He is often brash, blunt, and insulting towards others, often talking down to his victims and enemies, and often being a bully of sorts to the other pawns, Snipe especially, since he reminds him so much of himself, and would want to essentially show him there's nothing in the world of any worth, like he had to learn that day.

Like other demons before him, he has an undying respect for the Monarch of Incubus, a position given to a family of people somehow more deadly and more fearsome than his own. While Knight is someone he can't bring himself to greatly respect, his skills as a warrior and lack of tolerance for people like him, make him someone Demon fears the discipline of, as Knight wouldn't hesitate in actually killing him if he had to. Rook and Bishop, however, are those he'd rather be around, as he feels they understand him and can relate to his blood lust more than any of the others, often making respectable but dark jokes around them both. Of the two, he prefers Rook's company more, since Bishop never responds to his quirks as much.

// B A C K G R O U N D

The Diauomo Family, or "The Demon Family", was among the last of the 7 families to join the organization, having a great respect for their nature as unrestrained guns for hire. They had a long history of murderous and malevolent psychopathy, inherited like a curse in each generation that came after, creating serial killers, kidnappers, and even a few legal executioners for death penalties. They operated on an inherited philosophy of Nihilism, Sado-Masochism, Anarchy, and the importance of conflict and hatred in the overall balance of the world. They have next to no care for their own well-being or the well-being of those close to them, essentially raised from birth to become heartless monsters

The Purpose of the Demon Pawn is the ultimate personification of the Pawn in Chess: They are the front-runners, the first to attack and likely the first to fall. They are berserkers, in a manner of speaking, hired to commit brutally violent murders, arson, and overall chaos-spreading, usually as a way to distract the authorities and proverbial "heroes" from the employer's greater schemes. That, or they just really want someone to die badly, and will take the fall for it to protect their employers' skin.

There were of course some who wanted to break out of the family tradition, and it became a family rule to have multiple children for just this kind of occasion. Benito, sure enough, was one of those type of family members at the time.

Born the youngest of three, Benito Diauomo was home-schooled by their parents along with his two brothers. As the whole purpose of their family was to slaughter and kill other people as if they were animals, they didn't want the three brothers to have any friends outside the house...far easier to kill people when you don't have a connection to them, after all. As far as their learning were concerned, they only taught them the important need-to-know knowledge that was a matter of survival to learn and skipping the rest, never giving the trio a proper education as a result. Once that was done, the parents then proceeded to brainwash Benito and the other two with propaganda videos, news recordings, anything to make the world around them look like a giant cesspool of negativity that needed to be burned down, teaching them that all life were a cancer that needed to be extinguished from the world, and that they should have no hesitation in killing anyone and everyone who gets in the way to their satisfaction.

Benito, oddly enough, was the one resistant to the method of his parents' brainwashing, immune to it, in fact. No matter what they showed him he never showed any sense of killing instinct that his brothers did. All he could feel was sorry for the victims and a desire to help people like them as they die. Eventually, it became too much of an annoyance to his parents to continue attempting to groom him into a killer, and so they dropped him on his mother's side of the family and essentially disowned him, putting their bets on their other sons to take the title of Demon Pawn.

After that, Benito spent the rest of his childhood like a normal student, more gentle than most, going through high school without much problem, and a few friends along the way. The teachings of his parents told him that the world was in a horrific state, and so he strive for an occupation in fixing that. As such, as a start to this, he planned on being a part of volunteer work in Africa after his days of school are at an end.

However, it wasn't meant to last.

During the last days of school, the students of his class, him included, was gassed, knocked out, and woke up in the middle-east, with no idea how long they were knocked out for, and terrorists of an unknown faction being the ones responsible for it. It seems that they were thrown in the middle of a war zone and were told that if they want to return back to their lives, they had to kill each other for it. While Benito was among the few who tried to keep together their class and keep them stablized, in the end, there were a number of his friends who killed each others, and were then killed in turn. They've attempted for many days to escape, having to do plenty of horrific things forced on them by their kidnappers along the way, such as laying another victim before them and forcing them to cannibalize the person if they did not want to starve to death. It was revealed to them as well, that they're families and friends were also being targeted for destruction, just like they were.

Even still, he and another friend, an optimistic woman who had the potential to be the love of his life, led his fellow students to a hopeful escape from their situation.

Only for it to be revealed that she lured them into a trap that would have killed them all, had Benito not used his instincts to get out of there before hand. All of his friends, however, were not so fortunate. Apparently she revealed that the people who brought them there said that only one could make it out of there alive, and she, desperate and longing to get out of the hell they were put in, broke from the pressure, broke from seeing a picture of her parents being killed off, broke from despair. Without much hesitation, the now psychotic woman tried to kill off Benito, only for him to stab her in Self-defense, her still trying to strangle him even after that.

That day, Benito lost his friends, lost the one he loved, was surrounded by war and death, and just when it could not possibly get any worse, it turned out the ones responsible for all of this was his own family, the Diauomo Family.

As it turned out, the Brainwashing of the children was only the first step of the promotion process of the Demon Pawn. Not only did they expect Benito to resist the brainwashing and leave the family, they anticipated it. They allowed Benito to do what he wanted to do, expecting him to resist the feelings of hatred, and prepared this very situation during all the years he was in school specifically to groom him into the perfect killing machine. The Demon Pawn, after all, is an agent, an embodiment, of Destruction and Despair, and what is Despair but the complete and utter destruction of Hope? They let Benito think he is going against the family creed, let him hope for the future, only to completely destroy it, the relationships he forged, and everyone's lives around them. They knew Benito had what it took to survive the situation at hand, but in the event that he didn't, someone else would be worthy people to take his place. They even slaughtered their own family, the relatives he was staying with, just to cement that there was no where else for him to go.

The final nail in the coffin, however, was the revelation that the girl he just killed was the one responsible for killing everyone's families, her own, as well as his own, included. Turns out she was a high school Serial killer that his father kept under the radar of the federal government for the past 3 or so years, that her loving personality was just an act, and that she helped slaughter everyone, in exchange for becoming the next Demon Pawn herself, should she have succeeded in killing Benito. Why? How? Doesn't matter they say; the details are irrelevant. All that matters was that she planned this trap from the beginning, and she had no remorse or hesitation in sacrificing everyone in the class, her included, to gain the privelege of getting paid to do what she loves, ending their explanation with asking Benito if this was enough proof that the world is rotten and needs to burn.

Benito broke after hearing about everything, what hope he had crumbled into despair. Everything he thought about, everything he learned from his classes, everything he stood protect, was all arranged, all a lie. Mentally speaking, the man he was died that day with his class, as he gave into his seething hatred and madness. He took his weapon in hand, and slaughtered his brothers and parents, they, in turn, did nothing to stop it, simply chanting in a latin tongue as he slaughtered them all...his eyes radiating a demonic red glow and a crooked smile as he was covered in their blood.

The rest, as they say, is History. The madman went back home, donned the Demon armor, and while he was planning to condemn working with Incubus, along came a Knight to force him to honor the commitment his family had to the Monarch of Incubus, beating him down until he was forced to submit and officially pledge himself to said Monarch, becoming the Demon Pawn.

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P A R A M E T E R S

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"I'll tell you what I'm gonna do, cause I'm in a talkative mood and I just think it'll be fun to see your reactions. So, First I'm gonna carve a hole in your abdomen, then I'm gonna peel off the flesh, layer by layer and make it a nice sound hole, gives it a nice bit of decor when you're stomach is nice and exposed. Then I'm gonna take your large entrails, tie them up around your stupid face so that you can bite on your own shit when the pain's too much. Then I'm gonna do the same to your friends, hog-tie you all together side-by-side, finally I'll go somewhere nice and open in this fine city, and show off my musical talent with the harp...Not quite as tightly strung like one, but I'll make due with your muffled screams, and if any one of you goes out of tune, I'll just clean up the strings with this nice jug of 100% alcohol. Ok? Ok. Pleasure doin business with ya, and trust me, it'll be all mine."

// F L A M E

Storm

// A B I L I T I E S

Berserker-style - True to his name, his family, and even the Storm flames he uses, Demon is a Merciless killing machine with no care for anyone around him, not even himself. His style of combat and methods of dealing with his enemies greatly reflects this heartless nature. As a dark and corroded form of the Storm Guardian's role as the "furious storm that never rests", Demon is reckless and relentless in his battle style; he does not stop attacking his enemies until either himself or they drop. Having been trained from birth to battle and kill as many people as possible, He rarely ever gets exhausted, capable of going on the attack for hours on end if he had to. In addition, his sado-masochism leaves him able to provide effective methods of torture and slow death, to a point where he'd bring harm to himself if it meant doing so to his enemies as well. Of course, his recklessness is his weakness; he is a firm believer in "the best defense is a good offense" and does not focus on defending himself from attacks. As such, there are several openings in his moves for anyone perceptive enough to spot them to exploit. He enjoys the pain of it, and does not go down easily, but he is still only human, there's only so many blows his injuries finally catch up.

Adaptation - Demon is by no means intelligent, in fact, he is by far the least intelligent member of the Organization. However, when it comes to war and combat, he has a gift for on-the-spot improvisation, need it be for weapons, methods of death, or the environment around him. He's not above playing dirty, and would do/use whatever it takes to achieve victory in battle.

// E Q U I P M E N T

Cyber-Claws - The cybernetic arms he possesses ends with the claws on his hands. Like all the others, they main purpose is to serves as regulators for the unstable Storm Flames in his body, keeping them sealed up so that he doesn't erupt into red flames and disintegrate himself. With a turn of the knob, at the back of his hands, he can direct the storm flames solely into his bladed claws making them glow red-hot (no pun intended) with large amounts of storm flames. During this RM, his claws are able cut through toughs metals like butter, and even cut his way through other flames except his own, need they be projectiles thrown at him or area-wide flame fields, this makes him especially dangerous for Lightning users, who rely on lightning flames to harden defenses. However, like all RMs, it's only usable for a limited time, after which it needs a day to recharge.

Improvised Arsenal - As mentioned, he is a skilled improviser in battle. he happens to find something in the area, you can bet he'll find a way to make it inflict pain and death. Of course, this does not apply to things that are too heavy for a common human to use.

// T H E M E

"Fuck the world" ~ Hollywood Undead

Pawn: Tempt

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THE TEMPTRESS PAWN/ANNA JACKSON

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"The name's Tempt...but you can call me whatever you like, sugar."

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P E R S O N A L I A

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"You know, I never really wanted to be a part of this stuff. I wanted fame for my beauty, not Infamy, to show off my hard work on a cat walk rather than in a pool of some fat pervert's blood and guts. I mean, what's the point in looking good, if you have to kill everyone who appreciates the work? But sometimes shit happens, and you just gotta bite the bullet and deal with the cards you're dealt, you know? What I'm trying to say is...It's nothing personal."

// A G E

27

// P E R S O N A L I T Y

True to her title of Temptress pawn, Anna holds a high esteem of herself, her body, and knows how to use it to make men, and sometimes even women, do what she wants them to.

The phrase of the body being a sacred temple applies to her in spades, as she worked from the moment she could walk to be able to walk down a catwalk, working from dawn til dusk on her intelligent mind and her healthy body, effectively making her become a vain and narcissistic woman over time.

Even so, she used to have reservations in the past about killing people for her inherited family business. She had a dream to be a fashion model and impress people with her beauty, rather than using her beauty as a weapon like her ancestors before her. But after a horrific incident in high school, her body felt the blood of someone else for the first time, and in her mind, there was no longer any turning back from her destiny.

Still, that doesn't mean that she has to like it, and indeed, like Snipe, she's not too big a fan of her job. But unlike Snipe, who truly doesn't want to kill for pacifistic reasons, Tempt simply sees it as never being able to achieve her dream now that she fell off the slippery slope that led her hear. She gave up on her dream, seeing this as just fate giving out a bad hand and she's gotta deal with it. In other words, it's less due to the idea of not wanting to kill anyone, and more due to sulking over a dream she had to burn to the ground for this.

In that aspect, Tempt often feels bored at the prospect of killing more than anything, the idea of how tedious it is to do kill and then have to cover her tracks tends to make her feel bored and lazy as a result. It's this desensitized boredom for the prospect of killing that puts her right in the middle between her two fellow pawns, neither feeling the pure unbridled bloodlust of Demon, nor the tragic sympathy for targets like Snipe. Even so, she'd do it in a heartbeat if she felt she had to, if not for self-defense, than for her loyalty to Monarch and at least a little bit of praise from her client.

If Demon is the muscle, and Snipe is the heart, then Tempt is undoubtedly the brains. She takes pride and confidence in how smart she can be, and often is the one keeping both of her partners from essentially ruining plans and all around being stupid with their respective..."traits". As such, she considers herself the De'facto leader of the pawns, arranging the plans and keeping them in line.

As the Temptress Pawn, she is very manipulative, seductive, and is a surprisingly good actress. She's been through the ringer enough to know what men want from her, and has enough experience in her life to be able to read men's thoughts through intuition alone and effectively accommodate to their every need, her favorite part of any given job she gets. The very thought of getting into the minds of her targets and infatuate them with her looks intoxicates her with a feeling of praise that fuels her vanity and makes her feel like her dream is real again. Nothing makes her more happy and feel more alive than others appreciating her beauty.

...Likewise, nothing makes her more enraged and livid than someone insulting that beauty or reminding her of the tragedy that led her down this path, the latter of which is often triggered with a gun being pointed at her or being called Annie, or god-forbid both. This anger freezes her blood and gives her the drive to kill whoever makes her so upset to begin with. Unlike Demon still however, who would prefer to play with his victims and torture them to death, Tempt will just prefer to kill whoever made her upset regardless of how quick or slow that death is.

// B A C K G R O U N D

The Jackson family is one of the three pawn families who were the last to join the Incubus Organization, Hailing from the United States, they were a family of models and bordello owners who watched the rich and powerful indulge in their base vices and desires, and decided to use their own appeal to their advantage, letting their rich and powerful customers do what they wish, then manipulate them to do what they want, like a Siren casting their spell on their victims.

...Then, like a Siren, killing them while they are left mesmerized and off their guard.

Thus the purpose of the Temptress Pawn, or "Tempt" for short, is to manipulate and command the wills of the rich and powerful all over the world for the benefit of the Incubus Organization and their respective clients, then assassinate them when they are no longer of use to them, often making sure it looks like they are victims and preparing alibis in advance.

Anna Jackson was born an only child, unlike the other families, they saw no need for more children once they gained a girl. However, it was more that the mother had no want for anymore children when a gender-aligned heir was conceived, while the Father was killed after it was confirmed the baby was female, so as to ensure he did not get in the way of her teachings.

As such, Anna was raised from birth to be a beautiful femme fatale, focusing on her beauty and sex appeal for pretty much all of her life, her mother even her making do....morally damning things for the sake of early experiences. She was also one of the only ones who was not only allowed, but forced, to go to public school, so as to be able to learn how to be socially attractive in addition to physically so.

While she embraced the life of fashion and looking beautiful, the more she hanged around other students and teachers, who both loved the way she looked, the more her killer instinct was diminished. From the beginning, she worked hard to please her mother but only managed to be within her maximum expectations, wanting her to be perfect in her beauty and nothing else, and so not getting anything more than minimalistic praise for it by her. Everybody else, however, was either admiring her beauty, or was utterly jealous of it, and she loved every minute of both. It seemed pointless to kill those very same people who admired and praised her for her hard work over the years.

For her mother, this was a predictable reaction to the world outside. Having those same feelings when she was her age, she knew she needed to do what her mother did for her: giving her a gentle push down the slippery slope. It was predictable that Anna would gain enemies in school; it's only natural for people to envy from others what they themselves lack. As such, Anna's mother used those very enemies to her advantage, creeping into their groups like a spider and giving away her daughter's weaknesses, secrets, and current interests of love, and then, which in turn resulted in plenty of occasions throughout school of bullying, harassment, and blackmail.

Still, Anna took it in stride. Her attitude was darkening as the stress started to slowly creep into her, and it slowly seeming as if her mother was her only friend. She had the looks, she had the effort, and now she had the jealousy and envious hatred kicked up, but it was not enough to enable a killing intent in her like her mother wanted. Anna needed to take that last step before she was ready, but never did for most of the time since her school days. Drastic actions had to be taken, even if it meant potential harm to Anna, to kickstart her killer instinct. She didn't want to lose Anna, her only heir to her title of Temptress Pawn, but with no other option remaining, she arranged a dangerous situation for her, a climax of bullying involving her and what friends she had left.

They blackmailed the love of her life to essentially lead her into a dangerous side of town, alongside her best friend at the time, and had him betray her and handed them both over to gangsters residing there. Anna and her friends resisted, and were shot unfatally for their troubles, their aggressive classmates who led them to this situation laughing all the while, mocking her for how gullible a beauty she really was, and claiming the world had no need to either of them. This sickening turn of events peaked when they cut her torso deep enough to leave a scar, and one of those friends, her best friend, died from the shock of getting shot like she did.

Her best friend dead, her beautiful body she worked so hard keeping up now forever scarred and ruined, she was at her limit. She took out a strand of fiber, something her mother gave her for self-defense, and threw it around the neck of the assailant making him drop his gun after being caught off guard, before she tugged at the cord and seamlessly pulled it off his neck, decapitating him as a result. While everyone in the area was shocked at what just happened, she grabbed the gun he dropped, and began shooting at his friends, before then shooting at two of her bullies and throwing the gun at the last one to distract her then grabbing her by the neck and crushing it until she suffocated.

Her mother got what she wanted from Anna, she went down the slippery slope, and she knew it, telling her surviving friends to get out of there as she herself walked away.

Back at home, she cried in her mother's arms, seemingly unaware that she was the one who orchestrated, and the former temptress pawn, a skilled actress herself, played along as if she had no knowledge of anything...before Anna grabbed a kitchen knife while she wasn't looking and quite literally stabbed her mother in the back.

Seems one of her bullies decided to idiotically blurt out how her mother was involved in all of this, as one last twisting of the proverbial knife on her mentality. When asked if she could ever forgive her, Anna simply and bluntly refused, to which the mother then pulled out a key and smiling as she died, uttering her last words: "That's my girl..."

Anna noticed too late that she essentially got caught in her mother's trap, that this was exactly what she wanted her to do so that she could take her place. She went past the point of no return; whatever dreams she had for a better, brighter future died in that alley with everyone else that day. As much as she hates her mother for what she did, there was no going back now that she crossed that line. The only way to go now is forward...Starting with the one she loved, the traitor who led her friends into that short-span of misery and allowed her best one to die. Using a mix of fragrances recipes created from her ancestors, combined with her own acting chops, she crawled back into her life, and seduced him into admitting his guilt, pretending to forgive him for it, that he was just forced into it. Then she got him somewhere private...and he was never seen from again. All the police ever found were blood and flesh sprinkled about an alleyway. No one knows what happened to the actual body.

The rest is history, she found out about the current generation of Incubus, and pledged her loyalty to the King. If she could not gain fame for her beauty, then she may as well gain infamy for it, and so became the next Temptress Pawn of Incubus.

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"It's a shame we have to come to this...You have such potential, to throw it away by dying...it really would be such a waste."

// F L A M E

Sun

// A B I L I T I E S

Enhanced Physical Attributes - Because of the internal cybernetic regulators are in an eternal release state due to the sun flames running through her entire body, Tempt possesses strength, speed, and stamina beyond the normal human limitations. She could easily punch a dent into a metal wall or car, and could speed down a street at the speeds equal to that of a race car. In addition, unlike the other members of Incubus, her sun flames grant her a near-infinite amount of stamina, and so she rarely ever gets tired. However, because she is always in a regulated release state, and because of the sun flame's activation ability, she has no means of turning it off, and no way to further empower herself like her partners.

There is of course, a final release mode, which shuts down her regulators and allows her sun flames to burst out beyond her control, maximizing her physical abilities, but because of the Sun Flames' side-effect of cellular destruction when too much is applied, Her body will deteriorate from the inside out without stop, eventually killing her.

Masterful Psychology - Tempt is undoubtedly the brains of the three Pawns, and one of the most intelligent members in the whole of Incubus. Her high intellect is often used for tactical purposes, coming up with plans for the pawns to use to accomplish the missions they're assigned to, but her field of expertise is undoubtedly Psychology. As a Temptress Pawn, Tempt was trained to be able to understand the human and criminal mind, so that they can use the vices of their targets against them as a way of controlling them. This training, combined with her own personal experience with "clients" has led her to be very knowledgeable of how humans tick. This has allowed her to know what her targets want, and manipulate others to go to, and do, what she tells them.

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Bladed fiber wire - While she mostly prefers using her fists, her deadly weapon of choice for occasions where she needs to kill quickly is her multitudes of wires, each one bladed and able to cleave through flesh and bone with ease, yet thin enough to camouflage around the environment, making them perfect for deadly traps.

9mm pistol - Every good and clever assassin has something to use as a backup or an immediate aid for self-defense, in her case, it's small 9mm pistol she keeps a holster on her right wrist. There's nothing particularly special about this gun, only that it's small enough that it often goes unnoticed by her...targets. Other than that, it's just a simple gun.

// T H E M E

"Scream" ~ BoA

Pawn: Snipe

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THE SNIPER PAWN/ABRAHAM VAKIVATAMARI

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"Hello....Umm...My name's Snipe. "

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"My Family were always onlookers, always watching the action from afar without actually being a part of it like the others. Most members of my family found it...boring, uneventful, you just sit there with nothing better to do. But me? I love it. I...never really liked being around other people, but I don't really like hurting them either. Sometimes in my free time, I turn the laser off, and watch everyone talking with each other, going to parties, just overall go about their lives through the scope of my rifle. My brothers always tell me that I'd be jealous of those people if all I do is watch them from afar, but I never really felt that...I've always been in the background of others, and frankly that's where I want to be. I'd rather kill with a quick and painless head shot than slower or more painful methods, and rather than kill at all, I'd prefer to just be that threatening eye that keeps them silent."

// A G E

20

// P E R S O N A L I T Y

For a member of Incubus, Snipe is the only one that can be considered...mentally unworthy of doing the jobs given to him. If Demon is the Muscle, and Tempt is the Brains of the Pawns, then Snipe is undoubtedly the Heart and Conscience of the Pawns. Snipe is a timid individual often seen trying his best not to make eye contact with anyone and acting nervous, cautious of others around him, and oddly fearful of being insensitive towards them. He is truly a kind, gentle soul deep down beneath his family name and his job, never wanting to ever really use any of the guns he has to work with on anyone, despite his prodigal gifts of handling them.

Because of this, he often considers himself the black sheep of the family, never truly wanting the position his father had, and saw himself unworthy of it compared to his brothers despite being the one his father chose to take the title. Still he never wanted to let down the people he loved, and when even his brothers were proud of him becoming a Sniper Pawn, he felt it as a moral obligation to take up the mantle and not let any of them down.

Despite what they may think of him, he himself truly cared for all of his family, especially his little brothers. Even though he hated the very prospect of killing something like animals, when it was believed one of them were going to be the next Sniper Pawn, he supported and helped raise them as hunters to the best of his abilities, and although they weren't really grateful, he was happy to help them anyways.

Even though he never liked his job as an assassin, his role as an observer is something he always found cathartic. Likely because of his timid nature and despite his kindness, Snipe has always been anti-social to the point of often being a lone wolf, often seen stalking whatever cities he's in, passing the time by watching people go about their lives from afar. When the order comes to actually try and threaten someone into silence, he often whispers to himself for these people not to make him shoot him and to keep quiet, hesitating to actually pull the trigger. It's only when they start doing something like snitching among others that he has no choice but to pull the trigger. Unlike Demon, he takes no pleasure when the time comes to kill, often closing his eyes just before squeezing the trigger, and often never wanting to see the actual corpse he made someone become, and often becoming nauseous when he actually does see it. Yet despite this, he does have the utmost confidence in his skills as a sharpshooter and gunslinger, never questioning his ability to kill, but rather the lack of choice to kill. As his father once pointed out: If his resolve to kill was ever sharpened to a point when human life was no longer something he cared about, he'd be one of the very best assassins the world has ever known. A shame then that unlike most assassins, this one has a Moral Compass.

Because of his moral compass, he's Incubus' black sheep, often making him the victim and target of Demon's frustrations and bullying, and in return, Snipe is the one often trying to prevent his comrades from causing needless slaughter frenzies on the street. He considers Demon as "the worst friend he's ever had" but a friend nonetheless, often trying to keep him contained, while assisting Tempt in whatever ideas she has in mind for their missions. He shares no real interaction with Bishop, he respect Rook's strength and considers him something of a coach or mentor for him, and Knight is someone he fears, and yet also has great respect for, seeing as how he's among the most morally sound members of Incubus like himself. As for Monarch, There is a part of him that honestly wishes he and his family would disappear, than his own family wouldn't have to raise killers anymore. But he has watched Monarch perform some of the most impossible jobs, jobs that had an effect, however small it may be, on a global scale, and sometimes without shedding a single drop of blood. Combined with the stories his parents told of him and his father before him, Monarch's Reputation made it easier to gain the respect to stay loyal to Monarch, and continue on his job, hoping he too can make a benevolent difference in the world.

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The "Vakivatamari" was one of the later families to join Incubus, but their history was often nomadic and observant of others as oppose to a violent one. Analysts, tacticians, record keepers, they only ever used their perceptive nature as snipers during the periods of World Wars, where simply being a neutral observer was a dangerous notion, and there was a cause to protect Finland from the enemies that came their way. They were silent, and resistant humans of nature, capable of standing outside in the winter storms or summer heat for hours on end, in order to watch their targets, and act as soon as they were within clear sight.

The purpose of the Sniper Pawn in Incubus is to serve as the extended and ears of the Client, to watch over any target from afar while keeping away from the sight of anyone else. It does not matter where they are, out in the open, inside their own house holds, or even in police custody, the Sniper Pawn will find them and never keep their sight off of them until ordered to. If you needed a loose end tied up, or to convince a snitch to stay silent or be made silent, you hire the Sniper Pawn to do just that.

However, this generation's Sniper was always different from the others, and not just because of his cybernetics. The Oldest of four brothers, Abraham was set to be the heir to his father's title above the others, a notion that was smashed when he seemed unwilling to kill whatever target he set his sight on. When hunting small game like deer, he preferred to get up and make friends with it rather than kill it. When going for much larger and more deadly enemies like boars and bears, he would instead run as far away from it as he possibly could before his Father shoots it down himself.

His three younger brothers clearly had more of a killer instinct than Abe, so both their parents instead trained them for the position of Sniper Pawn instead. While Abe was sad about being left out from the "family hunts" as it were, he would still root for them and help with the training as best as he could, while thinking about another career path he could go into instead.

Unlike his siblings, Abraham went to public schools so that he could choose an occupation of his own. More specifically, he was looking to gain a job like an Airline pilot that can make use of his superior eyesight and perceptive skills. For a good while, it seemed as if things were going as he wanted, as his grades were high and his family seemed to be doing just fine.

However, all of his dreams of a better life came crashing down one day, when the younger brothers were kidnapped by a rival assassin to their father, and held for ransom. Seems the sniper pawn was getting too good at silencing people for interrogation by one of the mafias, so said mafia took measures so as to silence him in turn, threatening that he abandons his client or have the three heirs to the title of Sniper Pawn killed. They took advantage of Incubus' weakness of their families being of vital importance to them, but did not account for the fourth son they left behind.

Abraham, scared as he was, decided to skip school one day and run off to help his father and rescue his brothers. He provided his father with a necessary distraction, firing a gun he was given by his father long ago as self-defense at a wall to alert the mobsters, giving ample time for the father to rescue his siblings. However, when the jig was up, and Abraham had to fire on the mobsters lest they shoot him first, he panicked, just like before, and could not bring himself to actually killing someone. The Mobster thugs, needless to say, did not have that same hesitation.

But just before Abraham was killed, his father rushed to him and threw him out of the line of fire while entering it himself, killing a few mobsters with his own gun as he fell, bullet holes all over him.

Realizing what just happened, that his father took bullets meant for him, something that may not have happened had he actually fired his gun, something inside of Abe's mind snapped. In an instant, without yelling a single word, with tears flowing from his eyes, he took hold of his father's gun and, combined with his own gun, began opening fire on the mobsters in question, using his environment and gifted perception to his advantage by impeccably aiming his gun for the walls at just enough angle to ricochet off them and led the bullets lodge where they are least expected to.

He finally gained what was missing from his heart at the time: Killer Instinct.

After this, Abraham was quick to take his family to the hospital, but while the brothers were going to be fine, there was nothing that could be done for his father. Before he died, the former Sniper Pawn spoke of how proud he is of Abe, that he finally had what was needed to take the reins in his stead. He confessed that while his brothers did not share Abe's hesitation they also did not have his gifts of sight and instincts like he had. Finally, he made one last request, to become the Sniper Pawn in his place, and protect their family in his stead. Abe swore on it, that he would abandon the dreams he had in order to keep his family safe, a fact that made his father smile, just before passing away, leaving behind a sobbing Abraham at his bedside.

The Rest is history. While he did not agree to the brutal, moral-less nature of his organization, he now knew that this was his father's only way of ensuring the safety and financial security of his family, and now that he's gone, that he had to do the same. He pledged his loyalty to Incubus, and became the new Sniper Pawn.

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"Do we really have to do this? I mean, you still got time, I can give you a head start and let you go...Oh...but I guess I'd still have to shoot you down even after you ran so far away, huh? ...I'm truly sorry about this... No hard feelings?"

// F L A M E

Lightning

// A B I L I T I E S

Expert Gunslinger/Sharpshooter - Snipe was raised with a gun in hand, and has trained with using all sorts of guns and rifles since childhood. He maybe timid enough not to want to hurt anyone, but he is still a professional assassin and gun for hire, with plenty of experience and kills under his belt.

Incredible agility - While he can't reach inhuman speeds like Tempt, Snipe has always been quick on his feet, often trained with leg and parkour exercises so as to be able to move quickly from one sniper position to another without much hassle or wasted time. This also helps in a gunfight as he can dodge and duck for cover relatively quickly, however, he is still bound by normal limitations such as exhaustion, and the release mode, ironically enough for a user of lightning, slows him down due to the hardened skin becoming heavier than normal.

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Nemesis - Named after the Greek Goddess of Vengeance, Nemesis is the Sniper Pawn's traditional Sniper Rifle, technologically advancing with each generation that passes by. Under normal circumstances, the rifle is quite powerful, firing large high-caliber explosive rounds that has done in a number of targets in the past, the explosive element designed to erase the bullet's existence before it could be used for Evidence. However, during Snipe's RM, the lightning flames hardens the bullets further giving them even more piercing ability than normal. Of course, in exchange the bullets are significantly slower than normal, still capable of high distances with remarkable speed, but it slows down the farther away the target is. The rifle itself comes equip with an advanced digital scope, and an optional laser sight function.

Six Desert Eagles - If his parents taught him anything, it's to always have a gun in your hand. If for some reason a rifle is ill-suited for a job, always have something to use as back up to get it done. In Snipe's case, He often carries six Desert Eagles Mk. XIX, each carrying eight rounds of .44 magnum bullets, in holster pockets inside his coat, along with 6 spare magazines for them in the event that he needs to reload. Normally his body type wouldn't be able to handle the recoil of firing these guns, but his cybernetic arms allows him to handle the intense force of the gun, further diminishing the recoil whenever he enters RM due to the lightning flames hardening of his arms. Of course, the ammunition is far from infinite, and once he's out of it, they're essentially useless to him.

Cyber-arms - Like Demon, Snipe's cybernetics are in his arms, though unlike Demon they are not meant to be used in battle offensively. In fact, mirroring Demon's own arms, Snipe's is more designed for Defense rather than Offense. They were made with sturdy reinforced metals so as to use them as a shield under normal conditions, but more importantly is his Release mode. Not only does the hardening effect of the Lightning flames further increase his defensive capability, but he is able to connect those flames into his guns and rifle, hardening each bullet he fires and giving them a piercing ability of sorts.

During his FRM, should he ever be put in such a desperate situation as to use it, His body becomes consumed in the lightning flames, to a point where he becomes akin to a human lightning rod and, as a twisted form of the role of the Lightning Guardian, uses those lightning flames against others by blasting them with it, rather than for the protection of his allies. His entire body, his arms especially, becomes hardened to the point of becoming near indestructible against DW flames, even Storm users would have a hard time tearing through his defenses. However, eventually, his body will harden up too much and essentially clot all of his arteries stopping his blood flow and causing the heart to stop, killing him as a result.

// T H E M E

"Call Me" ~ Shinedown

Rook

-Data is Corrupt-

Bishop

-Data is Corrupt-

Knight

-Data is Corrupt-

Monarch

-Data is Corrupt-