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I was under the impression it'd be strainful on her psychology.
Not really. Zei just thinks that Jordan is eccentric, but very much a good person.
As for Kimeramon, that's up to Ob and Psyk to decide. I just go along with the flow.
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Busy looking for work now. X_X
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Hello! My username is Vocalia!
A brief background:
> Female from Indonesia, Indonesian as mother tongue, English as fluent second language
> GMT +7 timezone, normally works on weekdays from 6 AM to approx 6 PM local time
Well, with that out of the way, my RP preferences:
> Mostly casual. Can write up to 3 paragraphs with sufficient info for detail expansion
> Advanced intimidates me, but I'm willing to give it a shot when it comes to 1x1
> Has no pairing and gender preferences, though I skew towards MxF or MxM. 18+ is okay with me
> Not terribly fond of post-apocalyptic, cyberpunk, fandom RPs and sci-fi
> Thanks to the Private Convo system, I can now do PM RPs without losing track (Yay!).
That's pretty much it. Feel free to PM me or say hi! I won't bite, I promise! :)
A brief background:
> Female from Indonesia, Indonesian as mother tongue, English as fluent second language
> GMT +7 timezone, normally works on weekdays from 6 AM to approx 6 PM local time
Well, with that out of the way, my RP preferences:
> Mostly casual. Can write up to 3 paragraphs with sufficient info for detail expansion
> Advanced intimidates me, but I'm willing to give it a shot when it comes to 1x1
> Has no pairing and gender preferences, though I skew towards MxF or MxM. 18+ is okay with me
> Not terribly fond of post-apocalyptic, cyberpunk, fandom RPs and sci-fi
> Thanks to the Private Convo system, I can now do PM RPs without losing track (Yay!).
That's pretty much it. Feel free to PM me or say hi! I won't bite, I promise! :)
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Not really. Zei just thinks that Jordan is eccentric, but very much a good person.
As for Kimeramon, that's up to Ob and Psyk to decide. I just go along with the flow.
Are we not killing Takeda? Because when Leon and Vee see Dirk... it's probably happening.
Psyk called dibs on Lucas talking to Takeda afterwards, which is why I held back from just letting Zei harakiri the bastard. Speaking of which, wouldn't Leon be surprised that Zei completely went Hope over the Kimeramon as she ran after Takeda?
I had become aware of that. Is there anything else? And Data like scans or data like dead Digimon or data like live Digimon?
Data like dead Digimon and live Digimon.
For what it counts, Zei is probably the only one there that Jordan considers a 'friend'. Not sure if that helps. Probably more harm than good. Too bad he'll be reset if we do s5.
That's probably a good thing, for what it's worth.
A'ight. So, can I get a recap on what exactly's up with Chimeramon? Like what went down when it did things and such?
Takedick kidnapped BWG's tamer. Takedick coerced BWG to find Digimon data to create Kimeramon.
To be honest once it's all over she'll be all "Well actually, kinda glad"
If you're talking about Elle, I can see that.
If you're talking about Zei, BIG NO. That girl is going to need a lot of therapy and tempering her new killer instinct is going to be a challenge.
Unhinged around whom? I never read the entire old IC. So, there's a chunk I don't know.
Hazard's presence made Siggy and Zei go cuckoo in particular. Even after separating, there's still residual influence that left Zei mentally vulnerable. There are two straws that break the camel's back: Knowing who is responsible for the Kimeramon and seeing Dirk kick the bucket.
Why's it so easy for Zei to crazy?
Stress from the digital world compounded by seeing an ally DECAPITATED. Everyone has a breaking point, Elle reached hers, Zei's now reached her own.
Add Digital Hazard's influence and you have a cocktail waiting to go off. She was already unhinged around him. The residual is now the breaking influence.
Two suits, one emo and a useless girl.
And a lazy ass.
Who's the emo though?
Maybe. XD
Also, posted. We now have one casualty and one resident crazy girl.
Also, posted. We now have one casualty and one resident crazy girl.
With Elle, Mistymon, Leon and Veemon rushing into the room and BanchoLeomon roaring at her to call for her partner, Zei felt a sinking feeling inside her chest, a voice in her head pleading to her not to go in. Yet, she disregarded that voice and rushed in as well…
… and quickly wished she had listened to it.
The monstrous Kimeramon was the least of Zei’s fears. BanchoLeomon’s frustration and fury was palpable, but they barely registered to her. Not even the manic Beelzemon seemed to faze her. No. The first sight her brown eyes homed in to was the sight of Dirk’s headless body, very much limp and very much dead.
In that moment, a loud snap reverberated in her mind.
----
The Japanese woman remained silent even as the battle began to rage, unmoving and still with her eyes cast towards the floor beneath her feet. It was as if nothing was controlling her body. She wasn’t even responding to the call from her Digivice, asking if anyone was alive to answer him. Her arms limp for a moment, she then silently dropped the backpack she was carrying and pulled out her Digivice and, scarily enough, a sharpened Iaitō blade, taking the weapon from its sheath. Whatever restraints, doubts or considerations she had had completely vanished into thin air.
Unflinching in her movements, Zei suddenly broke into a mad dash towards the panic room. Kimeramon swiped at her in an attempt to stop her, but she easily vaulted over the savage Digimon’s claw like a soaring heron, her pace unbroken and her gaze hard as her steel Iaitō as she ran into the panic room.
What BanchoLeomon and ally were seeing now wasn’t Zei, at least not the same Zei they had known to that day. What they were seeing was another monster entirely.
___
Masashi Takeda looked up from where he sat in his panic room, hand reaching for his katana as he saw a familiar girl rush inside.
“You...I remember you. Yasuragi-san, if I remember correctly. I take it you object to me killing your friend?”
Zei stopped, her iaitō still in her grip. Her brown eyes, previously lustrous and youthful, had lost much of its luster, replaced by a cold, unsettling glint. Looking at the old man who had just executed her friend, she asked him, her voice barely above a whisper, “Takeda-san, may I ask why?”
“The boy clearly intended to kill me. Why should I be condemned for defending myself?” Takeda said cooly, rising from his seat. “Am I to understand that I shouldn’t punish a murderer?”
“... I can’t judge you for fearing for your own life. We’ve all felt the same way,” she replied, her voice devoid of emotions. “However, even when you have all the power in your grasp, you chose to take a life.”
“Hm. You speak of power?” Takeda sneered. “I’m not the one who can turn into a weapon of mass destruction at a moment’s notice. And even ignoring your pets, we have your friend, my vice-president’s bastard son, he came at me with the intent to kill. And look at yourself. A sharpened practice blade? You and your friends hold just as much power as I do. Perhaps more, now that I’ve lost BlackWarGreymon.”
“I’ve come here to speak to you, Takeda-san.” Zei pulled her weapon to the side as she slowly approached him. “When I first met you, I remembered how weak you were. I did my best to help, however little I could do back then. I didn’t seek to take a life today. I hoped that we could settle this conflict without bloodshed, but...” Looking at the iaito, she then added, “This is supposed to be a ceremonial blade, nothing more than a decorative item. I’ve only taken it with me in case I truly have to defend myself. Yet, with your blood, perhaps that may change…”
“Will it?” He asked rhetorically, turning away from her to punch in a series of inputs into the keypad on his desk. “All of my contingencies are now in place. Even should you kill me, it will not stop what is to come. I may not be able to bring my dreams to fruition, but you will all die alongside me. Backup copies of my research team’s data have been sent out. We will not lose what we have accomplished.”
Takeda pulled out a phone, speed dialing a number. “It’s time. Release the backup project.” He set the phone down, looking at Zei. “Well, Yasuragi-san? What will you do now? I assure you I am not bluffing.” He stepped in front of her, sitting seiza-style. “Kill me if you wish.”
Numerous gears began turning at a frenetic pace inside Zei’s mind as she lifted her hand, the sharp edge of the blade ready to dive through Takeda’s suit and sever his blood veins. This was what she came here for, wasn’t it? Their target was now sitting here, welcoming his death after making them all dance to his tune. In one single movement, they would had one less trouble to worry about.
Taking a deep breath, Zei closed her eyes…
… and pulled the blade away.
“Takeda-san… You’re right; I can’t kill you,” she paused. “I won’t kill you; that’s not what I came here for. Perhaps it’s because of what I’ve done in the past for you and I doubt you remember it today, but I’m not a woman without honor, unfortunately. Maybe there’s still a heart remaining in me after all.”
Though she stepped away from him, she kept her gaze onto the old man. “To kill you is to absolve you of your responsibility. Letting you live would be the worst thing I could do to you. Instead, we will destroy everything you worked for. Every data, every system, every amalgamation you have created, we will wipe out every single one of them. No matter how many contingencies you have set in our way, we will triumph and everything you have accomplished will perish.”
“Even if I have to become an avatar of “Destruction”, even if I have to become a demon myself, as long as we can stop this madness, I will gladly play that role to support my human and Digimon friends, those who stand and fight alongside me as an equal.” Turning away with the blade still in her hand, Zei shot him something of a gaze of pity. “That resolve is something you will never understand.”
Takeda closed his eyes, nodding. “Very well. Do what you wish, and I shall do the same. I would wish you good fortune in life, Yasuragi-san.”
Zei stopped for a moment, the splintered parts of her fighting over whether she should had left Takeda alive, but in those scattered thoughts, one single desire united them all together and it allowed to finally move once more with a resolve she previously didn’t have.
A broken bird, an unbound beast given form.
And nothing seemed to be holding her back now, the very last thread of her sanity fading away into the bloody darkness.
… and quickly wished she had listened to it.
The monstrous Kimeramon was the least of Zei’s fears. BanchoLeomon’s frustration and fury was palpable, but they barely registered to her. Not even the manic Beelzemon seemed to faze her. No. The first sight her brown eyes homed in to was the sight of Dirk’s headless body, very much limp and very much dead.
In that moment, a loud snap reverberated in her mind.
----
The Japanese woman remained silent even as the battle began to rage, unmoving and still with her eyes cast towards the floor beneath her feet. It was as if nothing was controlling her body. She wasn’t even responding to the call from her Digivice, asking if anyone was alive to answer him. Her arms limp for a moment, she then silently dropped the backpack she was carrying and pulled out her Digivice and, scarily enough, a sharpened Iaitō blade, taking the weapon from its sheath. Whatever restraints, doubts or considerations she had had completely vanished into thin air.
Unflinching in her movements, Zei suddenly broke into a mad dash towards the panic room. Kimeramon swiped at her in an attempt to stop her, but she easily vaulted over the savage Digimon’s claw like a soaring heron, her pace unbroken and her gaze hard as her steel Iaitō as she ran into the panic room.
What BanchoLeomon and ally were seeing now wasn’t Zei, at least not the same Zei they had known to that day. What they were seeing was another monster entirely.
___
Masashi Takeda looked up from where he sat in his panic room, hand reaching for his katana as he saw a familiar girl rush inside.
“You...I remember you. Yasuragi-san, if I remember correctly. I take it you object to me killing your friend?”
Zei stopped, her iaitō still in her grip. Her brown eyes, previously lustrous and youthful, had lost much of its luster, replaced by a cold, unsettling glint. Looking at the old man who had just executed her friend, she asked him, her voice barely above a whisper, “Takeda-san, may I ask why?”
“The boy clearly intended to kill me. Why should I be condemned for defending myself?” Takeda said cooly, rising from his seat. “Am I to understand that I shouldn’t punish a murderer?”
“... I can’t judge you for fearing for your own life. We’ve all felt the same way,” she replied, her voice devoid of emotions. “However, even when you have all the power in your grasp, you chose to take a life.”
“Hm. You speak of power?” Takeda sneered. “I’m not the one who can turn into a weapon of mass destruction at a moment’s notice. And even ignoring your pets, we have your friend, my vice-president’s bastard son, he came at me with the intent to kill. And look at yourself. A sharpened practice blade? You and your friends hold just as much power as I do. Perhaps more, now that I’ve lost BlackWarGreymon.”
“I’ve come here to speak to you, Takeda-san.” Zei pulled her weapon to the side as she slowly approached him. “When I first met you, I remembered how weak you were. I did my best to help, however little I could do back then. I didn’t seek to take a life today. I hoped that we could settle this conflict without bloodshed, but...” Looking at the iaito, she then added, “This is supposed to be a ceremonial blade, nothing more than a decorative item. I’ve only taken it with me in case I truly have to defend myself. Yet, with your blood, perhaps that may change…”
“Will it?” He asked rhetorically, turning away from her to punch in a series of inputs into the keypad on his desk. “All of my contingencies are now in place. Even should you kill me, it will not stop what is to come. I may not be able to bring my dreams to fruition, but you will all die alongside me. Backup copies of my research team’s data have been sent out. We will not lose what we have accomplished.”
Takeda pulled out a phone, speed dialing a number. “It’s time. Release the backup project.” He set the phone down, looking at Zei. “Well, Yasuragi-san? What will you do now? I assure you I am not bluffing.” He stepped in front of her, sitting seiza-style. “Kill me if you wish.”
Numerous gears began turning at a frenetic pace inside Zei’s mind as she lifted her hand, the sharp edge of the blade ready to dive through Takeda’s suit and sever his blood veins. This was what she came here for, wasn’t it? Their target was now sitting here, welcoming his death after making them all dance to his tune. In one single movement, they would had one less trouble to worry about.
Taking a deep breath, Zei closed her eyes…
… and pulled the blade away.
“Takeda-san… You’re right; I can’t kill you,” she paused. “I won’t kill you; that’s not what I came here for. Perhaps it’s because of what I’ve done in the past for you and I doubt you remember it today, but I’m not a woman without honor, unfortunately. Maybe there’s still a heart remaining in me after all.”
Though she stepped away from him, she kept her gaze onto the old man. “To kill you is to absolve you of your responsibility. Letting you live would be the worst thing I could do to you. Instead, we will destroy everything you worked for. Every data, every system, every amalgamation you have created, we will wipe out every single one of them. No matter how many contingencies you have set in our way, we will triumph and everything you have accomplished will perish.”
“Even if I have to become an avatar of “Destruction”, even if I have to become a demon myself, as long as we can stop this madness, I will gladly play that role to support my human and Digimon friends, those who stand and fight alongside me as an equal.” Turning away with the blade still in her hand, Zei shot him something of a gaze of pity. “That resolve is something you will never understand.”
Takeda closed his eyes, nodding. “Very well. Do what you wish, and I shall do the same. I would wish you good fortune in life, Yasuragi-san.”
Zei stopped for a moment, the splintered parts of her fighting over whether she should had left Takeda alive, but in those scattered thoughts, one single desire united them all together and it allowed to finally move once more with a resolve she previously didn’t have.
A broken bird, an unbound beast given form.
And nothing seemed to be holding her back now, the very last thread of her sanity fading away into the bloody darkness.
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