Post by Obasi Azikiwe on Jun 22, 2016 4:04:15 GMT -5
Hate,Forever
Angel and human trekked along the unforgiving savannah, watery beads gathered at the base of Obasi’s temple before being unceremoniously cast away. Wiping the sweat from his brow, Obasi continued walking. His destination was triton city, although; his more cynical nature was starting to doubt its existence. “Are you sure this place is even real?” Obviously it existed, but when you are sweaty and hot you get cranky. Surprisingly Obasi’s challenge to the existence of Triton City gave rise to doubt in Legion. For, but a moment he contemplated the “realness” of the citadel until finally deciding it was in fact an actual place. “Of course, I am absolutely certain of it. I have been there before. “With that extra bit of reassurances Obasi’s fears were assuaged, not that it solved that whole “dying of heat” problem he was having, but it did help.
He had no reason to suspect Legion was lying or wrong because he’d been correct and honest thus far. Since arriving in this place he’d been confronted by wondrous sights the boy never imagined possible, and he wanted to be a part of it. Even if it meant hurting others, the otaku would become someone important to this world and its denizens. In the real world Obasi was some lonely nerd whose only interest consisted of watching anime and reading manga, but here, here the lad could be somebody. No one understood him in that world anyway. All they ever did was laugh at him and treat his hobbies as eccentric little quirks. Legion was different, however; because the little angelmon genuinely cared about Obasi despite his own habits. And if someone didn’t care about him or what he had to say, he’d make that little angel hurt them.
Along the tableau of trees and tallgrass they walked until reaching a hamlet. Shrouded by a thick grove of trees it was home to Palmon, Mushroommon, and, Floramon he stopped before approaching any further. Digivice on display, Obasi’s eyes scoured the screens’ details, mentally gorging himself on the information. It appeared this little town was home to a bunch of plant type rookies. He was tired and rundown, but he wasn’t sure if asking for a place to stay there was a good idea. ”Legion, how friendly are these types of digimon to strangers?” The tiny angel dwelled on this question for only a few minutes before answering. “From what I know they are some of the tolerant and welcoming of our kind.” “Alright, I guess we will see if you are right.” With careful steps so as to not trample any of the flowers, surrounding the village the duo made their way in.
“I am sorry to intrude, but we are hot and lost can we rest here for a bit?” Without a moment’s hesitation the tamer and his digimon were welcomed to sit, eat, and, rest. “We have plenty of food and water. You can stay if you want.” One of the little floramon said carrying a tray of rather delicious looking food, he along with his fellow villagers just happy to see other people. “We can’t tell you how lonely it is out here. If it wasn’t for that rotten Fangmon and his Gazimon we wouldn’t have any visitors.” Obasi and Legion exchanged looks, wondering as to whether or not these digimon could be trusted. “Well, there are more of them than there are of us, so if we were in danger it would’ve already happened.” Legion’s words were sound, and Obasi had come to a similar conclusion anyway.
“Why is a human here!?” Bellowed a mighty voice belonging to a woodmon that stood tall and mighty before them. Trembling with fury, the warrior of bark extended a limb outward demanding they leave. Before the duo could react the villagers encircled them in protest, stating they’d done no harm. “Look, we don’t want to cause any trouble we will leave.” Obasi didn’t require the aid of a digivice to determine that woodmon was above their league. “Human if you continue your peaceful ways you may stay, but if you do not, I will kill you.” Back turned to the tamer and his partner, Woodmon walked away, the protestation of the villagers and Obasi’s apparent harmlessness having persuaded him.
“What is that” Copper-colored eyes narrowed in confusion, at a particularly shiny object hanging from the Woodmon’s back. “Do you see that thing hanging of that digimon’s back?” Obasi leaned in close; his words fell quietly into Legion’s ear. Curiosity peaked, the Lucemon also closely observed the item dangling from the woodmon’s back. Before Obasi could scan the strange item with his digivice chaos broke out amongst the town’s folk. “ What’s happening?” His query was answered in the form on a Floramon pulling on his shirt towards safety. Unaware of what else to do Legion and Obasi followed the Floramon to a small mossy enclave where the villager’s gathered. Woodmon and a sizable contingent of Palmon, Mushroomon, and, Floramon stayed behind to repel the invaders.
“It’s Fangmon and his gang of Gazimon. Don’t worry Woodmon and the others will protect the village like always.” Obasi looked on in surprise at the conversation happening around him. “Legion, come on we are going to see what’s happening out there.” With Zero hesitation the Lucemon joined his master’s side despite the villager’s warnings of danger. “We will keep ourselves safe, don’t worry.” A warm smile reflected in Obasi’s face as he reassured the worried town’s folk.
When Obasi returned to the center of town, he was greeted by carnage. The Gazimon and various townspeople on the verge of dying after engaging in battle, their respective leaders were the only two left standing. Weak from the fight, but unwilling to retreat Fangmon launched at a barely standing woodmon only to be shot dead by Legion. “Good thing he was already dying, eh?” Woodmon gave a puzzled, but relived nod after escaping certain death. “So what is that object on your back if you don’t mind my asking?” Without saying a word Woodmon took the boy deeper into the village to a small shrine with a strange egg atop it. “This is our sacred treasure. I keep the digimetal with me in order to keep them safe. I keep them seperate so if one is taken the other is still safe.” After coming into contact with the egg and metal the digivice came to life. The egg’s produced a dark radiance that overtook Legion’s body to the mixed shock and awe of the remaining villagers, woodmon, and, Obasi. When the awe inspiring sight finished Duskmon stood in place of the Lucemon. After the event ended and the room’s normal hue returned, he swiveled his head to direction of Duskmon.
“Legion, I want to see what you can do in that form. Try it out on them.” Screams and darkness followed Obasi’s command, as no digimon was left alive save for the dying Woodmon. Crippled and on the verge of deletion Obasi approached him. “Some humans are good. Some humans are bad. And some bad humans like to pretend their good. I would be one of those.”
He had no reason to suspect Legion was lying or wrong because he’d been correct and honest thus far. Since arriving in this place he’d been confronted by wondrous sights the boy never imagined possible, and he wanted to be a part of it. Even if it meant hurting others, the otaku would become someone important to this world and its denizens. In the real world Obasi was some lonely nerd whose only interest consisted of watching anime and reading manga, but here, here the lad could be somebody. No one understood him in that world anyway. All they ever did was laugh at him and treat his hobbies as eccentric little quirks. Legion was different, however; because the little angelmon genuinely cared about Obasi despite his own habits. And if someone didn’t care about him or what he had to say, he’d make that little angel hurt them.
Along the tableau of trees and tallgrass they walked until reaching a hamlet. Shrouded by a thick grove of trees it was home to Palmon, Mushroommon, and, Floramon he stopped before approaching any further. Digivice on display, Obasi’s eyes scoured the screens’ details, mentally gorging himself on the information. It appeared this little town was home to a bunch of plant type rookies. He was tired and rundown, but he wasn’t sure if asking for a place to stay there was a good idea. ”Legion, how friendly are these types of digimon to strangers?” The tiny angel dwelled on this question for only a few minutes before answering. “From what I know they are some of the tolerant and welcoming of our kind.” “Alright, I guess we will see if you are right.” With careful steps so as to not trample any of the flowers, surrounding the village the duo made their way in.
“I am sorry to intrude, but we are hot and lost can we rest here for a bit?” Without a moment’s hesitation the tamer and his digimon were welcomed to sit, eat, and, rest. “We have plenty of food and water. You can stay if you want.” One of the little floramon said carrying a tray of rather delicious looking food, he along with his fellow villagers just happy to see other people. “We can’t tell you how lonely it is out here. If it wasn’t for that rotten Fangmon and his Gazimon we wouldn’t have any visitors.” Obasi and Legion exchanged looks, wondering as to whether or not these digimon could be trusted. “Well, there are more of them than there are of us, so if we were in danger it would’ve already happened.” Legion’s words were sound, and Obasi had come to a similar conclusion anyway.
“Why is a human here!?” Bellowed a mighty voice belonging to a woodmon that stood tall and mighty before them. Trembling with fury, the warrior of bark extended a limb outward demanding they leave. Before the duo could react the villagers encircled them in protest, stating they’d done no harm. “Look, we don’t want to cause any trouble we will leave.” Obasi didn’t require the aid of a digivice to determine that woodmon was above their league. “Human if you continue your peaceful ways you may stay, but if you do not, I will kill you.” Back turned to the tamer and his partner, Woodmon walked away, the protestation of the villagers and Obasi’s apparent harmlessness having persuaded him.
“What is that” Copper-colored eyes narrowed in confusion, at a particularly shiny object hanging from the Woodmon’s back. “Do you see that thing hanging of that digimon’s back?” Obasi leaned in close; his words fell quietly into Legion’s ear. Curiosity peaked, the Lucemon also closely observed the item dangling from the woodmon’s back. Before Obasi could scan the strange item with his digivice chaos broke out amongst the town’s folk. “ What’s happening?” His query was answered in the form on a Floramon pulling on his shirt towards safety. Unaware of what else to do Legion and Obasi followed the Floramon to a small mossy enclave where the villager’s gathered. Woodmon and a sizable contingent of Palmon, Mushroomon, and, Floramon stayed behind to repel the invaders.
“It’s Fangmon and his gang of Gazimon. Don’t worry Woodmon and the others will protect the village like always.” Obasi looked on in surprise at the conversation happening around him. “Legion, come on we are going to see what’s happening out there.” With Zero hesitation the Lucemon joined his master’s side despite the villager’s warnings of danger. “We will keep ourselves safe, don’t worry.” A warm smile reflected in Obasi’s face as he reassured the worried town’s folk.
When Obasi returned to the center of town, he was greeted by carnage. The Gazimon and various townspeople on the verge of dying after engaging in battle, their respective leaders were the only two left standing. Weak from the fight, but unwilling to retreat Fangmon launched at a barely standing woodmon only to be shot dead by Legion. “Good thing he was already dying, eh?” Woodmon gave a puzzled, but relived nod after escaping certain death. “So what is that object on your back if you don’t mind my asking?” Without saying a word Woodmon took the boy deeper into the village to a small shrine with a strange egg atop it. “This is our sacred treasure. I keep the digimetal with me in order to keep them safe. I keep them seperate so if one is taken the other is still safe.” After coming into contact with the egg and metal the digivice came to life. The egg’s produced a dark radiance that overtook Legion’s body to the mixed shock and awe of the remaining villagers, woodmon, and, Obasi. When the awe inspiring sight finished Duskmon stood in place of the Lucemon. After the event ended and the room’s normal hue returned, he swiveled his head to direction of Duskmon.
“Legion, I want to see what you can do in that form. Try it out on them.” Screams and darkness followed Obasi’s command, as no digimon was left alive save for the dying Woodmon. Crippled and on the verge of deletion Obasi approached him. “Some humans are good. Some humans are bad. And some bad humans like to pretend their good. I would be one of those.”
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