Post by CLAIRE LYON on Apr 21, 2016 0:22:27 GMT -5
Any moment 'til the day breaks
No more time to get to know you
Walter felt foolish, walking into the Necroshopolis, out of place here in the land of Virus-type Digimon. He knew- or rather, supposed- Necropolis wasn't inherently evil, just dark in theme. The rabbit tried to tell himself that every time he came, but his short fur couldn't help but stand on end with caution- he supposed it was him and his light pink fur standing out that causing the occasional glance in his direction. With it, he might as well be glowing, but nonetheless the Lekismon was unwilling to de-Digivolve in this area, ready to be attacked at any second.
But it wasn't just the Virus Digimon that put him on edge- it was his own tamer.
The thought made him feel sick to his stomach. She wasn't with him today- after the incident with Osuzumebachi not long ago, Claire had seemed... angry with him, to say the least. The glare she'd shot him when they came home, and later ones when he had tried to speak with her had been almost almost physically painful to receive.
He tried to convince himself to be angry with her right back- it had been her own fault that he'd been forced to protect her in such a fashion. The Shadramon's lowlife strategy of attacking his tamer- in spite of his explanation of her injuries- and her antagonizing the insane left him no other option than to strike and disobey her. It was only for her own good, and in his eyes, that was a perfectly acceptable excuse.
But those beautiful blue eyes had been filled with such betrayal that he found himself cowed into submission, hanging back away from the injured woman as she recovered, grudgingly. "There are times I really wonder if you are still Walter," she had growled. "He would have worked with me, not sold me out. You've... disappointed me today."
The Lekismon sighed and opened the door. This was for her, he told himself. He knew what the rumors were- that the Devimon in Necroshopolis could give him additional abilities in exchange for bits. He could become stronger than a regular Digimon, in exchange for losing a bit of himself. The thought of it- injecting a syringe of some unknown origin and function into his very core- made him shudder with dread. But Claire was too impulsive, too irresponsible- things like taking stabs at Champion level Digimon would happen again of her own accord, and despite his best efforts to prevent harm, the task seemed impossible. He couldn't afford to wait until he was at a higher level- Walter needed more power now.
He had a very vague sense of familiarity, though- Claire had browsed the Devimon's "wares" before, he was sure of it. The exact memory was frustratingly slippery, as if he could almost grasp in it his gloved paws, but just missed it every time.
The dark figure welcomed him, beckoning to him to come closer. Instinctively, the rabbit wanted to go into fighting stance, and had to manually remind himself that the shopkeeper was only doing his job. Probably. "Welcome, child, to the Necroshopolis..."
The demon smiled his twisted grin- an unhappy reminder of the foe they had defeated during the attack on Terabyte City. "I can grant you power... for a price... but beware... it may not be the perfect, holy kind of power you are used to!"
Whatever it was, it sounded ghastly. With a swallow, the Lekismon nodded, telling himself over and over in his mind that it would be worth it. Taking a deep breath, he handed over the bits- too late to turn back now, as much as he wanted to. "Whatever this will get me, sir."
The Devimon motioned to the seat and Walter moved like a robot to sit down in it, ears pricking as if expecting the Virus merchant to attack him. "This will be just a pinprick!" He sounded cheerful, but Walter didn't at all feel assured of his health. He gripped the seat of the chair with his paws hard- a human would probably think he looked like someone about to get his first tattoo.
Finally, all thoughts of backing out were gone. The corrupted code was injected smoothly into his arm, causing Walter to grit his teeth more out of fear than any significant pain. 'It's for Claire. It's for Claire. I have to become stronger for Claire. All for her.'
At last, the Devimon laughed heartily, backing away. "All done! That wasn't so bad, was it? At least... not yet!" Walter was too anxious to glare or retort. "Off you go!" Like a zombie, Walter walked out of the shop, stiff and on edge- he didn't feel any different, but was expecting that to change at any second.
Beep beep. Beep beep.
He'd nearly forgotten he was holding Claire's Digivice- the way he'd traveled to the Digiworld without her, and thankfully, what would prevent her from coming without him. He stared at it for a moment, wondering if it was his own nervousness that made his vision blur momentarily.
DIGIMENTAL DETECTED.
After a moment, the Lekismon set out, trying to keep his mind off what he had just done. Surely, coming back with a gift for Claire, he would be forgiven?
Beep beep. Beep beep.
The device lead him to the edge of the city, which confused the rabbit somewhat. At first, there appeared to be nothing there but a couple of young Rookies, tossing a ball around.
No- not a ball. It was spherical, yes, but the item was also glowing brightly.
Walter hesitated. They were indeed Virus types likely native to the area, but they were children, just playing. There was no need to act violently, and the realization that he had, just for a second, thought of exterminating them, scared him. No, no, no. There was no need for violence- he was simply psyching himself out because of the visit to that damned Necroshopolis.
No- he would be easily able to retrieve the Digimental in his current state, and he swiftly did so, catching the childrens' "plaything" midair. He could hear shouts of protest as he ran with the stolen object, gripping it tightly- it was possible that one or more of the Digimon would give chase, and the last thing he wanted right now was a fight for the Digimental.
Luckily, he escaped without incident, hiding in an alley in the city. Holding Claire's Digivice up, the Lekismon scanned the Digimental, panting lightly.
DEVOTION.
He sighed, heavily. Glancing at his arm, he could only hope Claire would be pleased with his own devotion to her. Shutting his eyes tightly, then de-Digivolving to Lopmon, Walter hit the button to take him home to her.
"Claire speech."
"Walter speech."
But it wasn't just the Virus Digimon that put him on edge- it was his own tamer.
The thought made him feel sick to his stomach. She wasn't with him today- after the incident with Osuzumebachi not long ago, Claire had seemed... angry with him, to say the least. The glare she'd shot him when they came home, and later ones when he had tried to speak with her had been almost almost physically painful to receive.
He tried to convince himself to be angry with her right back- it had been her own fault that he'd been forced to protect her in such a fashion. The Shadramon's lowlife strategy of attacking his tamer- in spite of his explanation of her injuries- and her antagonizing the insane left him no other option than to strike and disobey her. It was only for her own good, and in his eyes, that was a perfectly acceptable excuse.
But those beautiful blue eyes had been filled with such betrayal that he found himself cowed into submission, hanging back away from the injured woman as she recovered, grudgingly. "There are times I really wonder if you are still Walter," she had growled. "He would have worked with me, not sold me out. You've... disappointed me today."
The Lekismon sighed and opened the door. This was for her, he told himself. He knew what the rumors were- that the Devimon in Necroshopolis could give him additional abilities in exchange for bits. He could become stronger than a regular Digimon, in exchange for losing a bit of himself. The thought of it- injecting a syringe of some unknown origin and function into his very core- made him shudder with dread. But Claire was too impulsive, too irresponsible- things like taking stabs at Champion level Digimon would happen again of her own accord, and despite his best efforts to prevent harm, the task seemed impossible. He couldn't afford to wait until he was at a higher level- Walter needed more power now.
He had a very vague sense of familiarity, though- Claire had browsed the Devimon's "wares" before, he was sure of it. The exact memory was frustratingly slippery, as if he could almost grasp in it his gloved paws, but just missed it every time.
The dark figure welcomed him, beckoning to him to come closer. Instinctively, the rabbit wanted to go into fighting stance, and had to manually remind himself that the shopkeeper was only doing his job. Probably. "Welcome, child, to the Necroshopolis..."
The demon smiled his twisted grin- an unhappy reminder of the foe they had defeated during the attack on Terabyte City. "I can grant you power... for a price... but beware... it may not be the perfect, holy kind of power you are used to!"
Whatever it was, it sounded ghastly. With a swallow, the Lekismon nodded, telling himself over and over in his mind that it would be worth it. Taking a deep breath, he handed over the bits- too late to turn back now, as much as he wanted to. "Whatever this will get me, sir."
The Devimon motioned to the seat and Walter moved like a robot to sit down in it, ears pricking as if expecting the Virus merchant to attack him. "This will be just a pinprick!" He sounded cheerful, but Walter didn't at all feel assured of his health. He gripped the seat of the chair with his paws hard- a human would probably think he looked like someone about to get his first tattoo.
Finally, all thoughts of backing out were gone. The corrupted code was injected smoothly into his arm, causing Walter to grit his teeth more out of fear than any significant pain. 'It's for Claire. It's for Claire. I have to become stronger for Claire. All for her.'
At last, the Devimon laughed heartily, backing away. "All done! That wasn't so bad, was it? At least... not yet!" Walter was too anxious to glare or retort. "Off you go!" Like a zombie, Walter walked out of the shop, stiff and on edge- he didn't feel any different, but was expecting that to change at any second.
Beep beep. Beep beep.
He'd nearly forgotten he was holding Claire's Digivice- the way he'd traveled to the Digiworld without her, and thankfully, what would prevent her from coming without him. He stared at it for a moment, wondering if it was his own nervousness that made his vision blur momentarily.
DIGIMENTAL DETECTED.
After a moment, the Lekismon set out, trying to keep his mind off what he had just done. Surely, coming back with a gift for Claire, he would be forgiven?
Beep beep. Beep beep.
The device lead him to the edge of the city, which confused the rabbit somewhat. At first, there appeared to be nothing there but a couple of young Rookies, tossing a ball around.
No- not a ball. It was spherical, yes, but the item was also glowing brightly.
Walter hesitated. They were indeed Virus types likely native to the area, but they were children, just playing. There was no need to act violently, and the realization that he had, just for a second, thought of exterminating them, scared him. No, no, no. There was no need for violence- he was simply psyching himself out because of the visit to that damned Necroshopolis.
No- he would be easily able to retrieve the Digimental in his current state, and he swiftly did so, catching the childrens' "plaything" midair. He could hear shouts of protest as he ran with the stolen object, gripping it tightly- it was possible that one or more of the Digimon would give chase, and the last thing he wanted right now was a fight for the Digimental.
Luckily, he escaped without incident, hiding in an alley in the city. Holding Claire's Digivice up, the Lekismon scanned the Digimental, panting lightly.
DEVOTION.
He sighed, heavily. Glancing at his arm, he could only hope Claire would be pleased with his own devotion to her. Shutting his eyes tightly, then de-Digivolving to Lopmon, Walter hit the button to take him home to her.
"Claire speech."
"Walter speech."
MADE BY ★MEULK
