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Post by Bowhead on Feb 1, 2015 4:23:30 GMT
Endless distances, an unfathomably alien, black sky with nybbles of data so far away twinkling... the synthetic lifeforms, formed of long-forgotten programs and files wandering freely over the snowy tundra and foliaged jungles. Across the infinite distance of thist worls spanned environments both normal and incomprehensible, from the simplest plains of grass to the floating islands and seas of oil.
The Digital World was something truly special; a living, breathing representation of all data on all storage devices... both still-maintained and vanished to the back of a server to never be seen again. It was this beautiful creation that those known as "Digimon" called home, where they were born, where they fought and evolved, and where they would eventually meet their deletion when their time came. This is true, artificial life.
Digitized existence comes with it's price, however. While through means unknown it is easy for the Digital World's own to cross into Real-Space, it is incredibly difficult for real entities to freely enter this place without the air of advanced technology... or a partner. Synthetics would find it easy enough, and indeed, organics could simply create a rudimentary avatar... but true existence can only be attained by those who somehow become attuned.
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Sitting beneath the shelter of an immense, evergreen tree; his figure beyond his size and armoured tail obscurred by the fluffy blanket he wrapped about himself, an odd entity stirred a pot over a roaring flame. The smell of the stew would reach far and wide, although the local Digimon had long since given the loner enough space to build a small town in terms of observational radius. Something about him just felt... wrong.
As steam wafted up from the food, the being reached beneath it's shawl with a clawed hand, pulling out a loaf of bread and pulling a small fragment free to munch on while it waited for the main course to finish cooking. It was as it made this small, simple gesture that a patch of snow nearby would fall away to reveal a gleaming sheet of red glass beneath...
At least he wasn't as depressingly alone as it seemed. "You can sit by the fire, you know. You run on diesel, and it's in your fuel tank, anyways, Behemoth...".
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Post by Ironshot on Feb 1, 2015 4:56:37 GMT
"Any idea where we're at? I don't recognize this area and don't see many digimon," a teenage girl wearing a Greymonskin cloak comments to her favorite companion and adoptive mother. For the last 17 years the Ellementiamon had raised her with the help of the Starmon village.
"This far north it's very easy to get lost. We should go somewhere safer," the Ellementiamon replies as she casually raises stone barricades along the sides of their path.
"That's why I have Starsword right now," Ellie comments. "But I suppose I could get out my ship if you think the skies will be safer than the ground."
"That sounds good in theory, but quite a few of the higher ranking digimon are capable of flying," the Starsword in Ellie's hand comments. Rolling her eyes, Ellie then spots a somewhat large digimon in the distance. As she jogs towards the digimon, she estimates it's height at around seven or eight feet.
"Slide evolution," she commands as a light shines from a pocket in her cloak. In response to the command, Starsword glows and wraps around her until it becomes Stararmor. "Sir, could you please tell me where I'm at and why there is very little life around here?" Ellie asks the Digimon as she notices a second shape covered in snow.
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Post by Bowhead on Feb 1, 2015 5:29:19 GMT
Tilting his head just enough to see the being before him, his scar-crossed eye looking at her with an intrigued glow of green, the Digimon let out a hum of amusement. "This server is Niflhel, on the Yggdrasill cluster. This is a very dangerous area, I warn you... those who do not dare approach me will not spare you the same freedom. Although... you two are bonded if my guess is correct. If you know what you are doing, you can get to a more pleasant location, perhaps in Asgard, if you stay on this cluster." He replied, pulling out a trio of bowls from beneath his shawl.
"It has been a long time since I have had those who would willingly approach me without harmful intent... perhaps you will rest a while here by the fire with me? Worry not; the stew is made with vegetables from the physical world... no Digimon died for this meal. Mustn't let one's gluttony take control of them, we all know how that ends.". While his inquiry was benign enough, the glint of his teeth, his slitted pupil, and slowly swaying tail with the addition of an overall aura of oppression around him doubtless made him unsettling to say the least. "Indulge one who has lost much, if you need not be on your way to the exit north of here. For my sake.".
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Post by Ironshot on Feb 1, 2015 22:58:50 GMT
"Be ready to run Ellie. This is Lord Beelzebumon (Blast Mode) and is relatively safe to be around as long as you stay off his pet motorcycle," Ellementiamon comments as she accepts a bowl of stew from the Mega level digimon.
"I'm sure he's perfectly safe despite how gloomy this place feels. We can always escape to the human world or another zone if you think Xros won't keep us alive," Ellie replies as she accepts her own bowl of stew from Beelzebumon. Thanks to the design of her cloak, there is a chance that the Mega level digimon would notice a distinct lack of other clothing on the teenager. "Thanks for the food Mr. Beelzebumon," she adds as she ignores the wardrobe malfunction.
"Don't forget me," the Stararmor adds as he notices Beelzebumon had only pulled out three bowls despite there now being five lifeforms sitting around the campfire. Ellie rolls her eyes as she scoops some of the stew into the mouth on the front of the Stararmor.
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Post by Bowhead on Feb 1, 2015 23:14:58 GMT
"My apologies, I did not realize you were an entity. Sadly, I only have the three bowls. Bread or drink, anyone? And... Behemoth, you only serve to amuse me by pretending to be a shrubbery beneath that snow." The figure spoke, pulling down his hood and offering the loaf of bread and a sizable bottle of bourbon to those who had sat with him. "There are cups next to the fire if you'd prefer water, just drop snow in there, and it'll melt. If you do not mind my inquiry; why have you come to such an unpleasant place? I have an annoying ant, or rather, equine to smash. I don't know of any reason one would come to this place other than a mission such as that... too cold.". As he spoke, the Lord of Gluttony looked between the human and digimon with it's trio of eyes, the scars across his crest and face all too visible. "Err... human... were you not able to acquire clothing in the physical realm? I can't help but notice. Sapiens are generally touchy about not being clothed.".
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Post by Ironshot on Feb 1, 2015 23:35:39 GMT
"The Starmon just like to be difficult when under the effects of Xros. As for my wardrobe, I was raised in the Digital world by Ellementiamon and the Starmon of Star village in another cluster. As a result, I find I prefer this cloak for basic protection and can wear the Stararmor Xros if additional protection is needed. As for why I'm in this area of the Digital world, I find the scenery interesting and oddly have never had any real problems with temperature," Ellie comments as she grabs a glass of half melted snow and a chunk of bread.
"I've been suggesting she get more clothing ever since our first trip to the Physical world but Ellie's too much a resident of the digital world after having been raised here from the age of one. Since we're here, perhaps we can be of some help in finding and/or squashing that ant," Ellementiamon comments while grabbing a chunk of bread for herself and wondering just when Ellie had slipped out of the Stararmor.
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Post by Bowhead on Feb 1, 2015 23:52:19 GMT
"I do not think you want to make the same enemies I have. My quarry has been... shall we say, harassing a dear friend of mine." He simply replied, reaching a claw to his chest and unzipping his vest, which was then handed to Ellie. "I assume you have no objections to leather. Trust me, you catch a cold in the real world it's going to suck. Bad. If what your friend says is true, I have little faith in your immune system.".
After a moment to sip his bowl of stew, the demon lord sighed. "If you really wish, however, to fight alongside me, know I am here to eliminate one you might know as Indaramon. If you assist me, loading the data is your right, I'd just delete it. He... annoys me too much for me to consider loading him. Vanity is more Lilith's forte.".
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Post by Ironshot on Feb 2, 2015 0:28:08 GMT
"I haven't had an illness yet from visiting the physical world. Part of the reason I only wear a cloak is so I can stay light on my feet while Ellementia takes care of the real fighting," Ellie comments as she carefully sets aside the leather vest Beelzebumon had handed to her.
"We could use more numbers for our group, so we'll stick around at least until you squash Indaramon enough for Ellie to Load his Data into the Xros Loader. With your permission, we could even use you in a higher level Xros to make squashing Indaramon even easier," Ellementiamon adds as she eats her chunk of bread.
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Post by Bowhead on Feb 2, 2015 0:46:04 GMT
"I'll pass on that, the concept of biomerging with a human is strange enough, as is jogressing. I'd rather not experiment with Xrossing on myself." He declined politely, setting his bowl next to the cauldron and pulling a roughly-cut chunk of wood from the snow alongside him; his claws seeing mundane use in refining the crugiform shape into a more clear sword-like sculpt. "Do you need his whole body, or just his digicore? I planned to cut it out and show it to him, maybe turn his remains into clothes as a jab at his constant and irritating vanity. A fitting end, no?".
Pausing a moment to look between the human and partner digimon, the demon lord hummed to himself. "What does it feel like? Being linked? Both as partners, and to biomerge. I can program a great many things into my body, knowing how to do so, but knowledge is not one of those modifications. The grand library's data archives are dangerous to me; last time I checked for the information in question, I wound up sidetracked into physical world creature recreational activities. 'Rugby' sounds like something that'd get along well in this realm.".
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Post by Ironshot on Feb 2, 2015 1:02:46 GMT
"Your loss if you don't want to take advantage of Xros. I only know the theory for the most part, but me and Ellie seem to share equal control of the Xros form while the Starmon have a lesser influence much like a conscience. The general/army bond for us is the same as a bond between family members with the Starmon acting as uncles towards Ellie while I serve as her mother. As for how intact Indaramon needs to be for the Xros loader to work, theory states that we only need his Digicore though we haven't had an oportunity to test that yet," Ellementiamon answers while Ellie focuses on finishing her meal.
"Hey! why do we have to be Uncle Armor or Uncle Sword. We should trade places and you be Aunt Armor for a change," the Stararmor grumbles as it faceplants into a chunk of bread.
"You know Xros doesn't work that way Stararmor," Ellementiamon replies while rolling her eyes and finishing off her bowl of stew.
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Post by Bowhead on Feb 2, 2015 1:41:15 GMT
"You'd probably look more flattering as armour than I would." The lord mused, looking to Behemoth with an evil grin. "Although, you could experiment on Behemoth, it being a lifeform as much as I. I don't think it'll be objecting.". After a gesture from it's owner, the motorcycle roared to life, slowly rolling up alongside Ellie and deploying a kickstand to hold it up after once again killing the engine. "If nothing else, it'll be amusing to watch. I think your willpower is strong enough to overtake it's own, anyways.".
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Post by Ironshot on Feb 5, 2015 1:10:39 GMT
This should be fun, Ellie thinks with a glance towards Ellementiamon. "Xros open. Starmon, Ellie, Behemoth: Xros," she commands as she pulls her Xros Loader from its pocket in her cloak. In response to the command, Stararmor breaks up into six Starmon before all of the listed Digimon convert to pure Data and envelope Ellie. Shrouded in Data, Ellie grows to eight feet tall and her form becomes more defined with her cloak vanishing while star shaped pads form on knees, elbows and shoulders. The shoulder pads extrude handlebars while a six-pack made of tailpipes forms over her stomach before the Data fades to reveal her new form with its impression of a bipedal motorcycle with seating for two on her back and a red face shield on her head. "Let's roll," Celestial Behemoth (Ellie) says with a feminine roar as she generates wheels between her feet and hands.
"I think I'd prefer to walk... Ellie," Ellementiamon replies as she gets an impression of which personality is in charge of the Xros.
"Your loss MOM," Celestial Behemoth (Ellie) replies as she glances at Beelzebumon.
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Post by Bowhead on Feb 5, 2015 5:05:20 GMT
"Shouldn't I buy you dinner first, maybe flowers according to human customes?" The scarred lord inquired of the fusion with a smirk that spoke volumes on how hilarious he thought the situation was. "Look on the bright side; she's got clothes now.".
Oh how hard he was trying not to die laughing at what he was seeing... and what light he was making of it. "In my defence; I meant to imply you merging with Behemoth, not her. Speaking of which; Behemoth; play nice with her... least I pour sugar in your fuel tank. Put the girl in control for now, you've earned a rest more than a hundred times over... I assume Xrossing works as that Biomerging thing with regards to the consciousnesses, right my fellow program?".
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Post by Ironshot on Feb 6, 2015 1:27:39 GMT
"I can't recall how Biomerge works, but based on the amount of sas in her voice, Ellie has been the dominant consciousness from the start," Ellementiamon replies to Beelzebumon as she exchanges glances with Celestial Behemoth (Ellie).
"Celestial Behemoth (Ellie), Ellementiamon: Xros," the Xros shouts as the Xros loader appears on her forehead. In reaction to the command, Ellementiamon converts to Data and fuses with the motorcycle Xros increasing its size by 25% and giving the face shield a flame pattern while switching out the tires for spiked rock wheels. "By the way, Lord Beelzebumon, while Xrosed we don't have a fuel tank. Are we going to hunt down Indaramon or play around more," Celestial Wiccamon BM comments while spinning her rear wheel.
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Post by Bowhead on Feb 6, 2015 1:59:29 GMT
"This is where I'm supposed to make a wisecrack about there being three of you and the lewd connotations of it now, right? I'll fly above, you get the ground." He replied, spreading his wings and kicking off. "I can smell the damn hair product he uses from here; he's in a northernly direction. I'll stall him with 'friendly' conversation until you get there to load his data if I find him first."
And so the hunt for the Deva began; one of the demon lord's claws forming into a massive gun, while the other gripped the wooden sword's hilt. Due to the speed difference, it was likely the Xross would find their prey first. "Hope they don't do something stupid and get themselves loaded; Indaramon is enough of a royal pain in the ass as-is.".
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