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The one adorned in the red of heroes had need to finally drop his mask. A funeral for summer, for our youth. Goodbye, those heated days... youtube.com/watch?v=UxwHkqk…
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The one adorned in the red of heroes had need to finally drop his mask. A funeral for summer, for our youth. Goodbye, those heated days... youtube.com/watch?v=UxwHkqk…
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It seems the long summer, which gouged with fangs and gave us hope, has come to its end...
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Late in it, but happy Kagerou Day!
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"Jesus does not like very many girls." - Grant (GOODTIMESZone)
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"My life is a grave I keep digging deeper every day."
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"And how smart you are only determined which way you fall." - a dream I had once "Court should be adjourned because the jury are fools, and the judge can't decipher his left from his right or his right from his wrong." - Streetlight Manifesto (The Hands That Thieve) "Time whether wasted or well spent is still time." - Rise Against (Zero Visibility) "Your honor, I think there's a discrepancy. Apparently, the Constitution guarantees freedom of speech, but the First Amendment only guarantees freedom of speech on condition that you do not speak." - RC
Marrie was exhausted. Not just mentally, not just from fighting, but with a total of literal zero mana left, she was barely holding up from the three-pronged assault on her stamina. But a true heroine arrived.
"Stacy!" Marrie called shortly after the darkness came down. The zombie began carrying her towards where the Diver had been. She turned on her clip light but could still barely see anything. So she did what she could do, phone a friend.
"What's the plan, Stacy? That thing is too big, and I'm out of mana. So tell me what we can do, and let's do it."
To be honest, Marrie didn't even have the energy to come up with a plan. If Stacy didn't have one, of her own or from the Mavericks, then she'd just have to settle for stabbing the thing in the foot and hope that it was a lion and thorn situation.
19 | Female | Freelancer | Misty Steps Apexer Predator | Dagger | Physical | Heavenly Chain Arctic Storm | Masking Step of the Hurricane | Wind | Riding the Currents After You Get Smacked UP | Disco Fever [Storm (4), Flight (6)] Damage X (6), Multi-Cast (4), Blink (4), Magic Sense (6), Heal (16), Portal (8), Rain (2), Scatter (2), Bounce (2)
"Good. The less enemies, the better." Lilimon replied to Stingmon, a slight shiver running through the human half of the female digimon, before turning towards the Groundramon that was being assaulted from all sides.
So, how does this work?
Just follow your, or I guess it would be our, instincts.
Got it.
A vine covered in sharp thorns extended from Lilimon's wrist.
"Fairy Vine!" she shouted as the vine shot forwards towards Groundramon, hoping to pierce its hide.
In the moment between attacking and the result of the attack, Lilimon had a lightning-fast conversation between her two halves.
I know it attacked us first, but I feel kind of bad for the dragon. Getting ganged-up on sucks. Maybe we could just talk it down?
Not likely. It's clearly too feral for that. Unfortunately, not all digimon are wise enough to be able to see peaceful solutions. Though I agree with you, I wish there was a non-violent solution. But we can't let it go and hurt others. We have to stop it here.
Yeah, well. Hopefully we can get it to go home once we've beaten some sense into it.
"Hey, do you really have to go and do something like that?" asked a young boy as the now-adult girl watched. The boy was speaking to a younger girl who had just pushed him.
"It serves you right, you weakling." came the girl's reply. "Isn't that right?" she asked, turning to the older observer. "After all, it's why you-"
"Stop! It's not my fault, it-" the boy cut off the girl only to be cut off in turn, the world warping around the three. A splash of blue poured over the area, washing away the two children. Soon, the elder girl began to choke as water filled her lungs. She was underwater, in a steel cage. She didn't panic, this wasn't the first time she had been in this position. Far from it. She simply stopped breathing, and the pressure in her lungs ceased. The bars of the cage around her burst outward like a shotgun blast, and she slowly drifted upwards through the water.
The next instant, she found herself washed ashore on a sandy beach, opening her eyes to see nothing but sand and saltwater. Pushing herself up to her hands and knees, she coughed up the water from her chest and began to breath again. But it wasn't water that came out of her mouth. The sand in front of her became wet with blood, which spread quickly throughout the grains. By the time she managed to stand up the entire beach was covered in slick redness. The blue of the ocean contrasted well against the red of the sand, neither color willing to back down or share its space with the other. Looking up to the sky, the girl saw no stars, but in their place were thousands of eyes, each as brown as her own. Each as dull as her own. Each as mournful as her own.
Then came the rain. From the eyes came tears, tears of purple that slowly splotched the canvas of the ground and water. The violet downpour consumed the red and blue, until the entire world around the girl was a solid purple plane. She began walking. And walking. And walking. It seemed as if days passed as she walked aimlessly. She was dazed, and in her stupor she forgot what she had been taught. Whatever she had pounded into her mind, it did not reach here. Eventually she arrived at a white wall that seemed to stretch forever to the left and right, though she had not seen it in the distance until she was upon it. Hung on the white was a picture. The photograph, or perhaps painting, showed the girl in it. A young adult female with brown hair and eyes, though the eyes in the image were much brighter than the girl's. And the girl in the image was smiling a beautiful smile, radiant and serene. The young woman reached out to touch her replica, and as she made contact, the world shattered away like glass around her, the hanging art disintegrating into dust. In this new endless expanse of yellow, the girl floated listlessly until she blinked and found herself in an all too familiar setting.
The sound of metal clashing against metal rang out a hundredfold, and swarms of people were locked in battle, the source of the sound. Knives and baseball bats, tire irons and two-by-fours, steel chains and bicycles, all were being swung around like swords as the two waves of bodies smashed into each other and brought about absolute chaos. The girl felt compelled to join in, grabbing a bat off the ground and running into the middle of the commotion, weaving through the battle like a dancer through music, never once getting hit by the attacks of the faceless people around her. Then came the bang. A gunshot rang out, and the surrounding crowd disappeared entirely except for four people. Three adult men and a single child. The child was beaten and bruised, bleeding from his right eye, viscera visible through a hole in his shirt. As the girl watched, frozen, the men continued to beat the boy with batons. It seemed to take forever, but the girl regained her movement in tiny pieces, and ran towards the men in slow motion, forced to watch as the boy was beaten to the brink of death. But finally, she slammed into the back of the rightmost man, and swung her bat at the head of the next one over. As the man fell, he face became clear; it was the same face as which haunted her every day. She felt herself go numb, dropping the bat and looking at her hands now covered in dried blood.
That was when the world exploded.
The youth named May Galaxy shot open her eyes, finding herself face down on the ground. She pushed herself to her feet and looked around. This was not a place she recognized, was she still dreaming? She looked at her hands. There was no blood, and no errors in her perception; she was awake, there was no doubt. At her foot was her courier bag, which she looked through quickly. All of the staples were there, but no food. She had planned to fill it when she woke up, as usual, but it seemed like she wouldn't get the chance anytime soon. Around her neck was still the small chain holding her pocket knife to her chest between her left and right clavicles. She was in her blue and red windbreaker over her white hoodie, and her usual black track-pants.
After confirming her belongings and physical state, she took a closer look at the environment around her. Behind her were a few other people, and what appeared to be two... creatures, of some kind. She looked at them with curiosity in her half-lidded eyes. Whatever was going on, this was enough to take her mind off her nightmare. She began to walk towards the creatures, hands in her pockets.
-"Good; we might need you later on, then. In the meantime, query: Are you here as a volunteer, or as part of another nation's special forces or related group? And if the latter, can you share me any details you know? It might be useful to know who our allies are..."-
Nemo didn't outwardly respond, but his inner balance was thrown off somewhat. Lie. He knew he wasn't to divulge any information about his handlers, even to friendly forces allies, but he also couldn't just refuse to respond. And he was no good at misdirection, he knew that. After a moment's silence, he responded. "Special forces, located in the western hemisphere." he managed to say. Any more than that would be dangerous for him if when he returned.
-"If you really want to help in the battle, ask for a longer-range weapon, perhaps a sniper rifle, if you know how to use one. But to be honest, I would prefer it if you tell me why you've been sent to fight and how you feel about it."- the Officer continued.
The young boy nodded at first, but slowly began to stop. He didn't know how to use a sniper rifle. Or rather, he hadn't been allowed to practice with one. He knew the theory behind it, but the finer points escaped him. He thought that at one point he had known the correct usage, but that skill must have been erased forgotten. Pausing for a moment as these thoughts fired in his head, he finally replied. "Subject sent with orders to assist in defending the area. While the reason is unknown, this battle is considered critical to the plans of those who determined that this area should be defended. Subject was chosen to collect real-world battle experience, and due to lack of crucial knowledge if captured."
Nemo, having finished his spiel, thought for a few seconds on the last part of the Officer's statement. "As long as I can be useful, I'll be okay. Permission to requisition a firearm?"
There was a flash across the area, behind Nemo's back. The boy didn't react, and was temporarily blinded despite facing away from it. He simply waited for his vision to clear.
Ultimately, Marrie really only cared about two people surviving this. And one person not surviving. Though even that was something that could be put to the wayside. And so she did the only thing she could. She jumped up and grabbed the safety bars on the balcony above her, hoisted herself up to the next level up (haha pac-a-fist pun) and sidled up to the wall to keep cover from the balcony above. Then she shot two quick melodies.
Blip Blip.
Then she turned her attention towards the Diver. "Oi, fuckhead!" she began, "Commandments, version one! 'Thou shalt have no other gods before me'! 'Thou shalt not make unto thee any graven image'! 'Thou shalt not take the Lord's name in vain'! 'Thou shalt not murder'! and lastly, motherfucker, set two. 'All that open the womb are mine'! You want to really be an agent of god!? Then stop stealing his shit!" Or his shtick, for that matter...
19 | Female | Freelancer | Misty Steps Apexer Predator | Dagger | Physical | Heavenly Chain Arctic Storm | Masking Step of the Hurricane | Wind | Riding the Currents After You Get Smacked UP | Disco Fever [Storm (4), Flight (6)] Damage X (6), Multi-Cast (4), Blink (4), Magic Sense (6), Heal (16), Portal (8), Rain (2), Scatter (2), Bounce (2)
@RBYDark Whatever seems best for Lopmon if we're each choosing for ourselves, otherwise if they'll all be together then whatever the others want works for me.
Brief Bio: She didn't choose the thug life, the thug life chose her. She's one of the founders of a local gang that she is no longer a part of. At first, it was an anti-gang group, built just to violently, but non-lethally, defeat and drive out the two bigger gangs in the area. One was successfully thrown out, but a year ago her home was attacked by a former member of the defeated group, and in that event May wound up killing the intruder by accident. That caused her to decide to leave the gang and require quite a bit of psychiatric counseling. She's still looked up to by the members, and some still bother her to rejoin, but the leaders are able to prevent too much harassment.
Sovereign Connection: (Pick 1 of 4; effects are mostly cosmetic) Azulongmon
Miscellaneous: She still gets PTSD from the invasion and a rather large fight she was part of where a friend of hers was nearly killed. Theme: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MBlxbNIlBhE
Personality: Lopmon is an imperious digimon who believes herself better than Yggdrasil itself, let alone NecroWisemon. She refers to other digimon (and humans as well) as "Nume," an obvious insult towards most species. She's yet to lose a battle, and grew up around strong digimon making that fact a large part of why she acts as she does. She hates being praised for anything, as praise implies both that someone is worthy of judging her and that what she did that was being praised is above and beyond what she can do.
Equipment: A circlet of platinum with a inlaid ruby in the center that fits her head perfectly in her Child stage.
Attacks: - Petit Twister - Blazing Ice - Lop Punch
Might have gone a little too hard, so let me know if I should reign it back a bit.
Name: May Galaxy
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Age: 19
Gender: Female
Brief Bio: She didn't choose the thug life, the thug life chose her. She's one of the founders of a local gang that she is no longer a part of. At first, it was an anti-gang group, built just to violently, but non-lethally, defeat and drive out the two bigger gangs in the area. One was successfully thrown out, but a year ago her home was attacked by a former member of the defeated group, and in that event May wound up killing the intruder by accident. That caused her to decide to leave the gang and require quite a bit of psychiatric counseling. She's still looked up to by the members, and some still bother her to rejoin, but the leaders are able to prevent too much harassment.
Sovereign Connection: (Pick 1 of 4; effects are mostly cosmetic) Azulongmon
Personality: Lopmon is an imperious digimon who believes herself better than Yggdrasil itself, let alone NecroWisemon. She refers to other digimon (and humans as well) as "Nume," an obvious insult towards most species. She's yet to lose a battle, and grew up around strong digimon making that fact a large part of why she acts as she does. She hates being praised for anything, as praise implies both that someone is worthy of judging her and that what she did that was being praised is above and beyond what she can do.
Equipment: A circlet of platinum with a inlaid ruby in the center that fits her head perfectly in her Child stage.
Attacks: - Petit Twister - Blazing Ice - Lop Punch
Miscellaneous: She secretly likes being praised in honest ways.
I'm saving you whether you want it or not, damnit! Marrie thought as Pac fell out of her chain. She used the last bit of flight given to her by her note to drop down at an angle in an attempt to avoid the starship and it's attack. As she fell, and her skin began itching, she used her backup. The bracelet she had been given worked its magic to heal herself up again. She had to conserve mana at this point, she knew. She hit the ground and rolled before bursting into a sprint towards Pac-a-fist. She was not going to give up, and Pac had to be running low on mana too. A quick glance at Justin made it clear that they were in the second phase of the boss fight, and the damnable Diver was still making things worse. What was the next one again?
Oh. Oh shit.
19 | Female | Freelancer | Misty Steps Apexer Predator | Dagger | Physical | Heavenly Chain Arctic Storm | Masking Step of the Hurricane | Wind | Riding the Currents After You Get Smacked UP | Disco Fever [Storm (4), Flight (6)] Damage X (6), Multi-Cast (4), Blink (4), Magic Sense (6), Heal (16), Portal (8), Rain (2), Scatter (2), Bounce (2)
DAMAGE: C | SPEED: D | SENTINEL: C | 156
After You Get Smacked Up : Bronze Self - Powerful - Enhance - Heal
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