Post by Monika on Mar 16, 2012 21:06:30 GMT -5
"So, you're telling me that this...device of yours will bring about the reunification that I so desire?" Hiryo, pacing, made his way toward one end of the massive circular room he was proud to call his home - the throne room of the Citadel, the enormous fortress that served as the epicenter of all government activity of the Black Sword Empire. The room, whose walls were entirely glass, gave Hiryo a wonderful view of his capital city Ragnarok, but as he gazed through these windows his eyes couldn't help but betray his sense of longing...
"Precisely, milord." In the center of the room staring intently at Hiryo was a man cloaked from head to toe in a black robe. "These 'digital seeds', when planted, will rapidly grow into Black Spires that manipulate the data around them. Not only will they cripple the other factions, but they will give the Swords a great advantage in battle."
Hiryo did not turn to address his guest, continuing to gaze outside his window. After a brief pause, he resumed speaking, his eyes never leaving his window. "You make it sound as if I could win an upcoming battle effortlessly," he remarked.
"Not effortlessly, milord, " the cloaked man chuckled, "but close enough to it. The process of Digivolution will be yours to control with these seeds. Any war where you drive a tank and your opponent rides a bicycle...Well, it hardly qualifies as a war, does it?" He laughed again, more loudly and heartily than he had before.
In one swift, fluid motion, Hiryo whipped around and pointed his trademark black sword at the man. "Why are you telling me this?" Hiryo demanded. "Why are you so intent on enticing me to go to war? What profit do you have to gain by this?"
Unblinking, the man chuckled once more and removed his hood. Hidden beneath it was the face of a Justimon, a mega level Vaccine Digimon well known for his burning passion for justice. "I tell you all of this as a favor, milord, " Justimon spoke. "I have learned that not only my team, the Gold Hawks, but the Falcons as well plan to assault you within a month's time. Their reasons are entirely selfish - motivated by the potential acquisition of money and property. War is inevitable, and I'd rather have Hiryo - the man whose sense of justice is as strong as my own - win the war than the other two faction leaders."
"To that end, you would betray your own faction?" Hiryo stared at Justimon directly in the eyes, keeping his guard up at all times.
Calmly, Justimon explained. "Sometimes, the greater justice triumphs over personal justice." The Digimon reached into his robe pocket and withdrew a bag full of seeds, extending them toward Hiryo eagerly.
Seemingly placated by the response, Hiryo graciously accepted the bag and nodded. "Thank you, Justimon. Your gift will not be wasted."
"I know, milord. Good luck." With nothing more to say, Justimon replaced his hood and quietly made his way out of the Citadel throne room.
"Guilmon!" Hiryo called. Several moments and a bright flash later, BlackGuilmon, Hiryo's Digimon partner, warped into the center of the room.
"Yes, Hiryo?" BlackGuilmon looked up at his tamer, who seemed to glow with a newfound sense of resolve and determination.
"We depart at once, Guilmon. There is work to be done..." With no further explanation, Hiryo strode toward the other end of the room and through the exit, BlackGuilmon following closely behind.
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"3...2...1!" Louis, who was sitting at a desk in one of the many overcrowded, overheated rooms of Renfield High, was pressing buttons furiously on his watch - more of a handmade, wrist-worn super computer than an actual time telling device. Although it told time, too.
As soon as he finished his countdown, a loud BUZZ sound signaled that the intercom was on, and one of the principal's drone-like secretaries spoke in an unusually monotonous voice. "Attention, students. All classes are canceled today due to threat of inclement weather. We advise you to return to your homes immediately, shut your doors, and stay inside. Thank you, and have a good day."
"Like, inclement weather? It's, like, the middle of the summer!" The teacher of this particular math class (who for all intents and purposes fits the 'dumb blonde valley girl' stereotype) moved toward one of the windows (all sealed shut) in the classroom and stared outside. "It's, like, 9 in the morning and there's, like, not a cloud in the sky? Like, what's going on?" True enough, it was 9 in the morning, there had been no forecast of bad weather and it looked like a beautiful spring day outside. "Mmm, something's, like, not right about this."
"But Ms. Ericson, the secretary said we could go!" Louis piped up. "You don't want us to all get ripped to shreds by debris from a hurricane, do you?" Louis put on his best puppy dog face and cried some pretty realistic crocodile tears.
"Oh, like, fine...Class is, like, dismissed, I guess..." Ms. Ericson sighed, waving her hands at the students to shoo them out of the building.
"Yesssss..." Louis cheered under his breath. He quickly left the classroom, at least 50 other students following in mob-like fashion behind him.
"Precisely, milord." In the center of the room staring intently at Hiryo was a man cloaked from head to toe in a black robe. "These 'digital seeds', when planted, will rapidly grow into Black Spires that manipulate the data around them. Not only will they cripple the other factions, but they will give the Swords a great advantage in battle."
Hiryo did not turn to address his guest, continuing to gaze outside his window. After a brief pause, he resumed speaking, his eyes never leaving his window. "You make it sound as if I could win an upcoming battle effortlessly," he remarked.
"Not effortlessly, milord, " the cloaked man chuckled, "but close enough to it. The process of Digivolution will be yours to control with these seeds. Any war where you drive a tank and your opponent rides a bicycle...Well, it hardly qualifies as a war, does it?" He laughed again, more loudly and heartily than he had before.
In one swift, fluid motion, Hiryo whipped around and pointed his trademark black sword at the man. "Why are you telling me this?" Hiryo demanded. "Why are you so intent on enticing me to go to war? What profit do you have to gain by this?"
Unblinking, the man chuckled once more and removed his hood. Hidden beneath it was the face of a Justimon, a mega level Vaccine Digimon well known for his burning passion for justice. "I tell you all of this as a favor, milord, " Justimon spoke. "I have learned that not only my team, the Gold Hawks, but the Falcons as well plan to assault you within a month's time. Their reasons are entirely selfish - motivated by the potential acquisition of money and property. War is inevitable, and I'd rather have Hiryo - the man whose sense of justice is as strong as my own - win the war than the other two faction leaders."
"To that end, you would betray your own faction?" Hiryo stared at Justimon directly in the eyes, keeping his guard up at all times.
Calmly, Justimon explained. "Sometimes, the greater justice triumphs over personal justice." The Digimon reached into his robe pocket and withdrew a bag full of seeds, extending them toward Hiryo eagerly.
Seemingly placated by the response, Hiryo graciously accepted the bag and nodded. "Thank you, Justimon. Your gift will not be wasted."
"I know, milord. Good luck." With nothing more to say, Justimon replaced his hood and quietly made his way out of the Citadel throne room.
"Guilmon!" Hiryo called. Several moments and a bright flash later, BlackGuilmon, Hiryo's Digimon partner, warped into the center of the room.
"Yes, Hiryo?" BlackGuilmon looked up at his tamer, who seemed to glow with a newfound sense of resolve and determination.
"We depart at once, Guilmon. There is work to be done..." With no further explanation, Hiryo strode toward the other end of the room and through the exit, BlackGuilmon following closely behind.
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"3...2...1!" Louis, who was sitting at a desk in one of the many overcrowded, overheated rooms of Renfield High, was pressing buttons furiously on his watch - more of a handmade, wrist-worn super computer than an actual time telling device. Although it told time, too.
As soon as he finished his countdown, a loud BUZZ sound signaled that the intercom was on, and one of the principal's drone-like secretaries spoke in an unusually monotonous voice. "Attention, students. All classes are canceled today due to threat of inclement weather. We advise you to return to your homes immediately, shut your doors, and stay inside. Thank you, and have a good day."
"Like, inclement weather? It's, like, the middle of the summer!" The teacher of this particular math class (who for all intents and purposes fits the 'dumb blonde valley girl' stereotype) moved toward one of the windows (all sealed shut) in the classroom and stared outside. "It's, like, 9 in the morning and there's, like, not a cloud in the sky? Like, what's going on?" True enough, it was 9 in the morning, there had been no forecast of bad weather and it looked like a beautiful spring day outside. "Mmm, something's, like, not right about this."
"But Ms. Ericson, the secretary said we could go!" Louis piped up. "You don't want us to all get ripped to shreds by debris from a hurricane, do you?" Louis put on his best puppy dog face and cried some pretty realistic crocodile tears.
"Oh, like, fine...Class is, like, dismissed, I guess..." Ms. Ericson sighed, waving her hands at the students to shoo them out of the building.
"Yesssss..." Louis cheered under his breath. He quickly left the classroom, at least 50 other students following in mob-like fashion behind him.
