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I don't want to lose my CS so reposting it.
Also, made a small adjustment to include my Wolves nation.
Also, made a small adjustment to include my Wolves nation.
Nsran Family :
Race: Branded - Laguz Wolf
Sex: Male
Gender Identity: Heterosexual
General Appearance: About 6'1" in stature, they are lean naturally but their bodies have developed into slight differences because of their fighting styles. Lasair and Nialas remain muscular and thin, Sammael is thin but just toned, Helath is built much more muscular than his brothers with a thicker frame.
Bio: Unlike most tribes of both other races the Wolf tribes are forgiving, if not ecstatic, about hybrid species. The Nsran is one of royalty, albeit a lower ranked den. The rules of this den is fairly free, as they've no need for moving up or down in the hierarchy. Lasair, Nialas, Sammael and Helath were all born of the second of 3 litters, coming out in that order. Because of odd circumstance with the first litter leaving and renouncing their claim Lasair was first in line to succeed his Laguz mother and Beorc father. He became the most outgoing of the four, showered with attention. Nialas, second in line, was a more calm and studious pup, an active and happy child. The two eldest were given a lot of lessons by their father. Helath, the youngest, was the most coddled and protected by his mother. Sammael, however, being a middle child and third in line, did not receive much attention from either. Learning from tales of the Sacean tribe, the Wolves based many of their human teachings in similar manners. Lasair learned to use a sword in an uncharacteristic fashion compared to most royals. Not a rapier, but blades styled in the form of the myrmidon. Nialas, a bright fighter who was taught the advantages of distance from multiple opponents, learned to wield a lance in light armor, becoming a fast a critical striker. Sammael took to hunting and trapping, learning how to use the bow as an extension of himself as he sat in nature. Although Sammael was a silent marksman, Helath picked up the axe young and combined it with his youthful, wild nature. The brothers were close and found no reason to fight for what they didn't want. When their mother had a third, smaller litter, and they were grown enough to begin learning the ways of politics, the four went off as a band to travel and be emissaries for their homeland, Avenon. This small country, the farthest north near and in the mountain range of the continent, had a unique army that included a fair number of magic users, laguz, and the more wild fighters of corsairs and mercenaries. As they traveled the land and honed their skills they learned of the growing conflicts. Bearing a silver pauldron of their army's insignia, the Winter Wolves, they have been trekking through the terrain to find a way to prevent their homeland, its resources, and its treasure, from falling into harms way.
Weakness: All brothers have a deep bond that affects all of them. If one is in true danger, all others may drop whatever they are doing to come to one's rescue.
Name: Lasair
Class: Rogue
Age: 50 (Appears 25)
Appearance:
Equipment: Slim Sword, Levin Sword, Steel Blade, Mine,
Personality: He fits the name "Lovable Rogue" very well. He is naturally charismatic and almost always in a positive mood. Positive doesn't always mean cheerful, however. It is just his outlook that everything is always destined to work out for them, as it usually does. Flirtatious with women and danger alike.
Likes/Dislikes: Likes smoking (anything), drinking (anything), a good fight, warm weather, loose pockets. Dislikes indecision, cool weather, and porridge.
Strengths/Weakness: While he is deadly on the field, he is even moreso during a barter. His natural charisma and magnetism make him stand out. This hurts on the battlefield when he becomes the main target of attacks. He does not think out strategies in battle so he can find himself in a four on one battle within a few moments. He will also fight/brawl with women if push comes to shove, which can start hysteria in the wrong crowds.
Other:
Name: Nialas
Class: Lancer
Age: 50
Appearance:
Equipment: Light Rune, Spear, Javelin,
Personality: Calm, Cool, and Collected. While Lasair's magnetism is his secret weapon, Nialas has his intellect. He is a pleasant man to speak with about anything, but is introverted by nature. He rarely seeks out conversations or large gatherings, preferring to read with a damp cloth on his head for relaxation. His manners are perfect in front of anyone except his brothers and his most trusted friends. Expect a great deal of "Sire"'s and "Madame"'s from him.
Likes/Dislikes: Likes one on one conversations, observing the world around him, swimming, reading, the full moon nights, Tai Chi. Dislikes interruptions during his readings, large groups depending on the occasion, and being the center of attention.
Strengths/Weakness: Above average intellegince plus a high level of curiosity can bode both ways. His ability to poke and prod may take a situation to an unfortunate outcome, although much can be learned from his methods. His fighting style usually keeps his opponents at a fair distance. If his opponents are too close he looses the critical hits he developed with his fighting. His weapons are large so he does not carry too many at once unless they have a mule, limiting his weapon options.
Other: Is a natural at hunting in bodies of water with his lances.
Name: Sammael
Class: Archer
Age: 50 (Appears 25)
Appearance:
Equipment: Steel Longbow, Short Bow, Mine
Personality:The brooder. He can often be found away from others except those that understand the world around them. Not in the scientific way of Nialas, but a more natural, even spiritual, understanding of cause and effect in nature. He enjoys the predatory thrill of the hunt, similar to a lone hawk. He prefers to use his senses to read people and situations. Changes of tone or stances. Considering Laguz, Beorc, and all other creatures equal, he will rarely pull his punches with people. "After all, if I would kill a buck to feed my family, why wouldn't I kill a thug for his valuables?"
Likes/Dislikes:Likes: Animals, high perches, fair and natural scents, like a bears pelt or wild flowers. Dislikes: Places without heights, people with superiority complexes, racial/species hate, animal abuse.
Strengths/Weakness: He is a silent killer with an ability to easily climb and fire from above. He can also read people and their actions quite easily, plus can survive alone in the wilderness without any shelter or protection. Unfortunately, he is fairly antisocial from his time as a middle, and fairly ignored, child, and is abrasive with people, especially of those who put themselves higher above anyone else. If he focuses too long on a single direction or target he can lose some focus on the rest of his view.
Other:
Name:Helath
Class: Barbarian
Age: 50 (Appears 25)
Appearance:
Equipment: Iron Axe, Swordreaver, Hand Axe,
Personality: Almost in the opposite fashion of Sammael, Helath enjoys the company of others and is accepting of most people on the spot. Lasair may be the one that people are attracted to, but Helath's outgoing nature for those around him. A little klutsy, he wants people to like him and his family despite their dysfunctional ways. Like he was mothered as a child, so he does onto his brothers. He checks on them frequently, so he has the best connection to all three of them. He understands Sammaels views, Lasairs ideals of freedom and even enjoys reading sessions with Nialas. His own fighting style changes from smart to overpowering to evasive.
Likes/Dislikes: Likes quality time with his family, sweets, long runs, well cooked meals, really terrible jokes. Dislikes burnt meat, taking potions or vulenaries, and his brothers in serious fights.
Strengths/Weakness: He packs more variety when it comes to battles as he is the jack of all trades of his family. This also makes him a master of none, plus with his aversion to vulenaries and trap tactics that his other brothers have, healers or a good nap are his only ways to recover.
Other:
Race: Branded - Laguz Wolf
Sex: Male
Gender Identity: Heterosexual
General Appearance: About 6'1" in stature, they are lean naturally but their bodies have developed into slight differences because of their fighting styles. Lasair and Nialas remain muscular and thin, Sammael is thin but just toned, Helath is built much more muscular than his brothers with a thicker frame.
Bio: Unlike most tribes of both other races the Wolf tribes are forgiving, if not ecstatic, about hybrid species. The Nsran is one of royalty, albeit a lower ranked den. The rules of this den is fairly free, as they've no need for moving up or down in the hierarchy. Lasair, Nialas, Sammael and Helath were all born of the second of 3 litters, coming out in that order. Because of odd circumstance with the first litter leaving and renouncing their claim Lasair was first in line to succeed his Laguz mother and Beorc father. He became the most outgoing of the four, showered with attention. Nialas, second in line, was a more calm and studious pup, an active and happy child. The two eldest were given a lot of lessons by their father. Helath, the youngest, was the most coddled and protected by his mother. Sammael, however, being a middle child and third in line, did not receive much attention from either. Learning from tales of the Sacean tribe, the Wolves based many of their human teachings in similar manners. Lasair learned to use a sword in an uncharacteristic fashion compared to most royals. Not a rapier, but blades styled in the form of the myrmidon. Nialas, a bright fighter who was taught the advantages of distance from multiple opponents, learned to wield a lance in light armor, becoming a fast a critical striker. Sammael took to hunting and trapping, learning how to use the bow as an extension of himself as he sat in nature. Although Sammael was a silent marksman, Helath picked up the axe young and combined it with his youthful, wild nature. The brothers were close and found no reason to fight for what they didn't want. When their mother had a third, smaller litter, and they were grown enough to begin learning the ways of politics, the four went off as a band to travel and be emissaries for their homeland, Avenon. This small country, the farthest north near and in the mountain range of the continent, had a unique army that included a fair number of magic users, laguz, and the more wild fighters of corsairs and mercenaries. As they traveled the land and honed their skills they learned of the growing conflicts. Bearing a silver pauldron of their army's insignia, the Winter Wolves, they have been trekking through the terrain to find a way to prevent their homeland, its resources, and its treasure, from falling into harms way.
Weakness: All brothers have a deep bond that affects all of them. If one is in true danger, all others may drop whatever they are doing to come to one's rescue.
Name: Lasair
Class: Rogue
Age: 50 (Appears 25)
Appearance:
Equipment: Slim Sword, Levin Sword, Steel Blade, Mine,
Personality: He fits the name "Lovable Rogue" very well. He is naturally charismatic and almost always in a positive mood. Positive doesn't always mean cheerful, however. It is just his outlook that everything is always destined to work out for them, as it usually does. Flirtatious with women and danger alike.
Likes/Dislikes: Likes smoking (anything), drinking (anything), a good fight, warm weather, loose pockets. Dislikes indecision, cool weather, and porridge.
Strengths/Weakness: While he is deadly on the field, he is even moreso during a barter. His natural charisma and magnetism make him stand out. This hurts on the battlefield when he becomes the main target of attacks. He does not think out strategies in battle so he can find himself in a four on one battle within a few moments. He will also fight/brawl with women if push comes to shove, which can start hysteria in the wrong crowds.
Other:
Name: Nialas
Class: Lancer
Age: 50
Appearance:
Equipment: Light Rune, Spear, Javelin,
Personality: Calm, Cool, and Collected. While Lasair's magnetism is his secret weapon, Nialas has his intellect. He is a pleasant man to speak with about anything, but is introverted by nature. He rarely seeks out conversations or large gatherings, preferring to read with a damp cloth on his head for relaxation. His manners are perfect in front of anyone except his brothers and his most trusted friends. Expect a great deal of "Sire"'s and "Madame"'s from him.
Likes/Dislikes: Likes one on one conversations, observing the world around him, swimming, reading, the full moon nights, Tai Chi. Dislikes interruptions during his readings, large groups depending on the occasion, and being the center of attention.
Strengths/Weakness: Above average intellegince plus a high level of curiosity can bode both ways. His ability to poke and prod may take a situation to an unfortunate outcome, although much can be learned from his methods. His fighting style usually keeps his opponents at a fair distance. If his opponents are too close he looses the critical hits he developed with his fighting. His weapons are large so he does not carry too many at once unless they have a mule, limiting his weapon options.
Other: Is a natural at hunting in bodies of water with his lances.
Name: Sammael
Class: Archer
Age: 50 (Appears 25)
Appearance:
Equipment: Steel Longbow, Short Bow, Mine
Personality:The brooder. He can often be found away from others except those that understand the world around them. Not in the scientific way of Nialas, but a more natural, even spiritual, understanding of cause and effect in nature. He enjoys the predatory thrill of the hunt, similar to a lone hawk. He prefers to use his senses to read people and situations. Changes of tone or stances. Considering Laguz, Beorc, and all other creatures equal, he will rarely pull his punches with people. "After all, if I would kill a buck to feed my family, why wouldn't I kill a thug for his valuables?"
Likes/Dislikes:Likes: Animals, high perches, fair and natural scents, like a bears pelt or wild flowers. Dislikes: Places without heights, people with superiority complexes, racial/species hate, animal abuse.
Strengths/Weakness: He is a silent killer with an ability to easily climb and fire from above. He can also read people and their actions quite easily, plus can survive alone in the wilderness without any shelter or protection. Unfortunately, he is fairly antisocial from his time as a middle, and fairly ignored, child, and is abrasive with people, especially of those who put themselves higher above anyone else. If he focuses too long on a single direction or target he can lose some focus on the rest of his view.
Other:
Name:Helath
Class: Barbarian
Age: 50 (Appears 25)
Appearance:
Equipment: Iron Axe, Swordreaver, Hand Axe,
Personality: Almost in the opposite fashion of Sammael, Helath enjoys the company of others and is accepting of most people on the spot. Lasair may be the one that people are attracted to, but Helath's outgoing nature for those around him. A little klutsy, he wants people to like him and his family despite their dysfunctional ways. Like he was mothered as a child, so he does onto his brothers. He checks on them frequently, so he has the best connection to all three of them. He understands Sammaels views, Lasairs ideals of freedom and even enjoys reading sessions with Nialas. His own fighting style changes from smart to overpowering to evasive.
Likes/Dislikes: Likes quality time with his family, sweets, long runs, well cooked meals, really terrible jokes. Dislikes burnt meat, taking potions or vulenaries, and his brothers in serious fights.
Strengths/Weakness: He packs more variety when it comes to battles as he is the jack of all trades of his family. This also makes him a master of none, plus with his aversion to vulenaries and trap tactics that his other brothers have, healers or a good nap are his only ways to recover.
Other:
I would at least do the opening post again with small snippets from everyones posts so if we ever lose our other thread we have it here...
Poke
I think we could just update the OP... unless people really want a new thread?
"Do we need to go through this little town?" Lasair asked as he prodded the fire that he and Helath sat across from each other at. Sammael, sitting on a thick branch not far above them, was watching the forest for any sign of movement. "We need to stock up on some food and concoctions for the road Lasair." Helath said as he looked at the map, half of a bone from a rabbit in his mouth. "It's the only nearby town for a few days in each direction. And although Sammael can live on nuts and berries alone- ow! hey, it's a compliment!- ugh, we really need to get some supplies. If we don't-"
"Stop sucking on that rib bone Helath. It's not healthy to ingest all the marrow." Nialas said, coming up from the opposite direction that Sammael was watching, one spear on his back and the javelin in his hand being used as a walking stick. His other hand carried a fairly large fish and his boots were wet. "We can split some of this before we get into town so we aren't buying food on empty stomachs. It's a quick way to empty our purses."
While Helath mumbled to himself about the deliciousness of rabbit marrow Sammael chimed in with a quiet observation. "If we ALL knew how to survive on just 'nuts and berries' we wouldn't have a need for money." As he spoke the archer took his knife against his arrows feathers, shortening them by barely a nail's length. "Nialas and myself cannot keep provide food without either of you two dolts ever contributing. Besides eating the meal, that is." he muttered, jumping down from the tree just as a quarter of fish was tossed at him. Helath and Lasair were both roasting their pieces over the fire, but Sammael was fine with eating it raw. Nialas was also taking large bites out of his own meal.
"Can we eat on the go then?" Lasaiar asked, standing up and beginning to stomp out the fire. "The sooner in and out the sooner we reach a town with some gold to spare." As their few belonging were already packed to go, the brothers put their packs on and began their walk towards the town of Charten.
"Stugmarr or Stalliga is fine with me, I just do NOT want to go to the Rak'Thurr Empire. Do you know what they do to Laguz and Branded there?!" Lasair dramatically spoke as they walked into town. "Trust me, let's avoid heading north when we get to the edge of the mountain range." Their first turn took them to the marketplace. While there seemed to be a lack of goods because of the war, there were plenty of stalls still open with food and trinkets. Helath broke formation first, finding a place that sold "authentic Goddess Dolls and Talismans". Nialas groaned at the childish actions of his brother, holding his head in both his hands. Feeling a slap on his back, Nialas jolted forward as Lasair walked by him. "Oh, loosen the reins! Lets get a little trophy for our journey, yeah?" he shouted back, then turned toward the vendor and got his bartering face on.
With another groan Nialas and Sammael walked towards the food vendors. After spending a couple minutes gathering a few select fruits and breads the lancer muttered to himself under his breath. "He won't be too happy when he remembers I'm the one carrying the money." Nialas said in a matter-of-fact tone. In response the archer let out a rare chuckle that astonished Nialas to turn and look at him. "What could possibly be so funny?!" Sammael simply pointed to his brother's belt buckle and a pair of loose strings that used to hold their money sack. Even after a few seconds of staring at the strings Nialas looked up at Sammael, whose eyes glanced over toward their other two brothers for a quick moment. With it finally registering in his head, Nialas stormed back over to the stall with random trinkets and hit Lasair in the head. "Give me the money back! We have more important things to buy then some stupid... I mean, endearing, trinkets. Escuse us Ma'am." Nialas said with a bow to the redheaded female vendor before snatching the significantly lighter purse back from his brother. Giving it a jingle, Nialas groaned again. "What the hell did you buy?"
"These!" Helath exclaimed, showing off a pair of blank, metallic badges. One gold and one silver, each were circular and had intricate markings on the outside edge. "She was selling them at half price, so I figured I should pick them up while I could. She called them "Earth and Ocean Seals" and they look awesome."
Hard pressed not to kill either of his brothers, Nialas jabbed his finger into Lasair's side. "You know we're stuck finding some work now, right? We barely have enough for a day's meal now because of this."
"Yeah, yeah. Lets join a merc group or something for a week. That usually gives us some decent money plus we can steal a couple meals while we're in town!"
"We don't even know if they're in need of defenders. There may not even be one in this town Lasair!"
"We passed one on the way in the city." Sammael muttered, shaking his head before walking off in the direction of the camp of mercs. Lasair caught up to Sammael and put his arm around the other's shoulders. "Thats the spirit!"
two paces behind them Helath was polishing his new seals and Nialas was retying his coin sack, mumbling profanities along the way.
"Stop sucking on that rib bone Helath. It's not healthy to ingest all the marrow." Nialas said, coming up from the opposite direction that Sammael was watching, one spear on his back and the javelin in his hand being used as a walking stick. His other hand carried a fairly large fish and his boots were wet. "We can split some of this before we get into town so we aren't buying food on empty stomachs. It's a quick way to empty our purses."
While Helath mumbled to himself about the deliciousness of rabbit marrow Sammael chimed in with a quiet observation. "If we ALL knew how to survive on just 'nuts and berries' we wouldn't have a need for money." As he spoke the archer took his knife against his arrows feathers, shortening them by barely a nail's length. "Nialas and myself cannot keep provide food without either of you two dolts ever contributing. Besides eating the meal, that is." he muttered, jumping down from the tree just as a quarter of fish was tossed at him. Helath and Lasair were both roasting their pieces over the fire, but Sammael was fine with eating it raw. Nialas was also taking large bites out of his own meal.
"Can we eat on the go then?" Lasaiar asked, standing up and beginning to stomp out the fire. "The sooner in and out the sooner we reach a town with some gold to spare." As their few belonging were already packed to go, the brothers put their packs on and began their walk towards the town of Charten.
"Stugmarr or Stalliga is fine with me, I just do NOT want to go to the Rak'Thurr Empire. Do you know what they do to Laguz and Branded there?!" Lasair dramatically spoke as they walked into town. "Trust me, let's avoid heading north when we get to the edge of the mountain range." Their first turn took them to the marketplace. While there seemed to be a lack of goods because of the war, there were plenty of stalls still open with food and trinkets. Helath broke formation first, finding a place that sold "authentic Goddess Dolls and Talismans". Nialas groaned at the childish actions of his brother, holding his head in both his hands. Feeling a slap on his back, Nialas jolted forward as Lasair walked by him. "Oh, loosen the reins! Lets get a little trophy for our journey, yeah?" he shouted back, then turned toward the vendor and got his bartering face on.
With another groan Nialas and Sammael walked towards the food vendors. After spending a couple minutes gathering a few select fruits and breads the lancer muttered to himself under his breath. "He won't be too happy when he remembers I'm the one carrying the money." Nialas said in a matter-of-fact tone. In response the archer let out a rare chuckle that astonished Nialas to turn and look at him. "What could possibly be so funny?!" Sammael simply pointed to his brother's belt buckle and a pair of loose strings that used to hold their money sack. Even after a few seconds of staring at the strings Nialas looked up at Sammael, whose eyes glanced over toward their other two brothers for a quick moment. With it finally registering in his head, Nialas stormed back over to the stall with random trinkets and hit Lasair in the head. "Give me the money back! We have more important things to buy then some stupid... I mean, endearing, trinkets. Escuse us Ma'am." Nialas said with a bow to the redheaded female vendor before snatching the significantly lighter purse back from his brother. Giving it a jingle, Nialas groaned again. "What the hell did you buy?"
"These!" Helath exclaimed, showing off a pair of blank, metallic badges. One gold and one silver, each were circular and had intricate markings on the outside edge. "She was selling them at half price, so I figured I should pick them up while I could. She called them "Earth and Ocean Seals" and they look awesome."
Hard pressed not to kill either of his brothers, Nialas jabbed his finger into Lasair's side. "You know we're stuck finding some work now, right? We barely have enough for a day's meal now because of this."
"Yeah, yeah. Lets join a merc group or something for a week. That usually gives us some decent money plus we can steal a couple meals while we're in town!"
"We don't even know if they're in need of defenders. There may not even be one in this town Lasair!"
"We passed one on the way in the city." Sammael muttered, shaking his head before walking off in the direction of the camp of mercs. Lasair caught up to Sammael and put his arm around the other's shoulders. "Thats the spirit!"
two paces behind them Helath was polishing his new seals and Nialas was retying his coin sack, mumbling profanities along the way.
Reading IC now. Hopefully posting tonight if I can stay awake. Sorry about my slowness. the 4 day con got me 5000 pictures to sort through. I did a fire emblem shoot though so I will post that for ya when I get it done.
"Yeah, well-!" DemiVeemon tried to yell at his friends but was quickly silenced. "Oh..." DemiVeemon's voice was low. "I actually expected an argument over whether we would be able to go or not." As Leon set down Ranamon the little blue digimon began explaining. "This ugly thing here is a human! His name is Leon, and he is my pet. Quite a handful, but full of love!" Clutching Leon's head protectively, he pointed one of his hands at Ranamon. "You can't have him!"
After a moment of struggling Leon was able to pull DemiVeemon off of his head. "Jesus! Do you have to do that?" he said, rubbing his chain from DemiVeemon's pinching hand. A lengthy amount of stubble was on his face now. "Hm. Probably means I should shave a bit. Too bad, I think Elle liked it... I can't believe I'll have a reason to wear a suit!" Leon said with a bit of excitement. The last time he wore one was at his brother's funeral.
Hearing Ranamon asking to tag along Leon thought about the logic behind that. She wasn't very easy to hide by comparison with the In-Training forms of Leomon and Veemon. Even in a good disguise a digimon would stand out in a building of people that actually knew about them. Plus, their task was very different from what she seemed to be thinking. "As this little oaf said, I'm Leon. Ranamon, I don't know if you coming is a good idea. We won't be trying to steal anything really. There's a digimon project there that is fusing different ones together to make stronger slaves for them to use. The last time we faced this monster... It didn't go great for us. And they've had plenty of time to amp up the juice on it since then. If it isn't surpassing an average mega level digimon by the time we get back, I would be surprised."
"You can still come back with us though!" DemiVeemon said happily. "The human world is a lot of fun! "
If Emperorgreymon could smile, he would have right then and there at Guilmon's response. Sombering his expression, Emperorgreymon squared his shoulders and gave Guilmon a look over once more. With a closed fist inside an open palm the larger Red Knight gave a bow to the Rookie. "It's nice to have you back on our side again, Master Gallantmon. I'm sure it was an impressive battle to make you use all your strength." Straightening his back from the bow Emperorgreymon felt another presence nearby right before it appear right next to them, giving Emperorgreymon a quick start. "Ygg damn it, Steelhead. You really need to give some warning!"
Noticing the second small Rookie the Red Knight lowered his hand to pick up the digimon and let him rest on his palm. "I know a little girl who will probably be missing this guy. I bet their all together where those power levels keep shifting. I'll bring him back over. Patamon, you wanna come see your... um... trainer? tamer? The little squishy thing? You wanna see her again? We're heading that way now. Or, at least, I am."
After a moment of struggling Leon was able to pull DemiVeemon off of his head. "Jesus! Do you have to do that?" he said, rubbing his chain from DemiVeemon's pinching hand. A lengthy amount of stubble was on his face now. "Hm. Probably means I should shave a bit. Too bad, I think Elle liked it... I can't believe I'll have a reason to wear a suit!" Leon said with a bit of excitement. The last time he wore one was at his brother's funeral.
Hearing Ranamon asking to tag along Leon thought about the logic behind that. She wasn't very easy to hide by comparison with the In-Training forms of Leomon and Veemon. Even in a good disguise a digimon would stand out in a building of people that actually knew about them. Plus, their task was very different from what she seemed to be thinking. "As this little oaf said, I'm Leon. Ranamon, I don't know if you coming is a good idea. We won't be trying to steal anything really. There's a digimon project there that is fusing different ones together to make stronger slaves for them to use. The last time we faced this monster... It didn't go great for us. And they've had plenty of time to amp up the juice on it since then. If it isn't surpassing an average mega level digimon by the time we get back, I would be surprised."
"You can still come back with us though!" DemiVeemon said happily. "The human world is a lot of fun! "
If Emperorgreymon could smile, he would have right then and there at Guilmon's response. Sombering his expression, Emperorgreymon squared his shoulders and gave Guilmon a look over once more. With a closed fist inside an open palm the larger Red Knight gave a bow to the Rookie. "It's nice to have you back on our side again, Master Gallantmon. I'm sure it was an impressive battle to make you use all your strength." Straightening his back from the bow Emperorgreymon felt another presence nearby right before it appear right next to them, giving Emperorgreymon a quick start. "Ygg damn it, Steelhead. You really need to give some warning!"
Noticing the second small Rookie the Red Knight lowered his hand to pick up the digimon and let him rest on his palm. "I know a little girl who will probably be missing this guy. I bet their all together where those power levels keep shifting. I'll bring him back over. Patamon, you wanna come see your... um... trainer? tamer? The little squishy thing? You wanna see her again? We're heading that way now. Or, at least, I am."
Just got back from a 4 day convention. Need to pass out. Hopefully posting tomorrow if I can.
A lot of sighing in this rp.
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