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"So Ash, you've been doing patrols for a while huh? Ever seen anything out there? Where are we even going for that matter?"

"Nothing. This Island seems to be just a dead ball of rock. You can never be too careful, though. As for where we're going-"

"He has no idea." Noah interjected. Ash seemed to visibly deflate.

"Yes." He growled a bit. "I don't actually know. We will probably have to leave son. Maybe search for leads on another island."

"I asked the ship- did you know she can talk? She doesn't have any solid leads, either. Wonder if-"

This time, Noah was the one interrupted. Not by Ashardalon though. Instead everyone on deck's eyes were drawn to the sky as a sparkling, silver shooting star streaked across the sky fro out of the data stream. At first Noah was silent because he was distracted by how pretty it was, but then it got larger, and closer, and the awe turned to fear, then relief as it passed barely a few hundred feet over their heads. It was nearly perfectly round and crystaline, not at all like what Noah imagined a meteor would look like. Weirder still its tail was in fact not debris being ejected off of it, but rather... flames?"

"A rocket?!"

Ash was right. It was a rocket! Noah barely had time to process this before it impacted the island perhaps a mile or two away, on the other side of a high ridge. The island shook from the explosive impact, so much so that everyone aboard almost lost their footing.

"Well, there's something to see."

"Lets go check it out. If anyone was aboard they're probably going to need our help!" Before anyone could respond or go after him, Ash jumped over the railing and down to the ground. He ran off as fast as he could, having completely forgotten that they were aboard a boat that could fly. Noah looked Orianne, wondering whether they should go after him or get below decks and help get Aegis ready to go.

 

 

 

"Hmmmwaaaah!"

Kuribohrn responded to Gabby the same way he responded to, well, everything. Then he added to it by tipping his hat to her, only to remember that the hat was what was keeping him aloft as he fell toward the ground. He hurriedly put it back on before he crash landed, and hovered back up to eye level with her, playing it off like nothing had happened. 

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"She wanted to get us all to have happy thoughts so we could use duel space to stop the monsters. I don't know how, but it's duel space I'm sure it'll work out." Jun waved that last comment aside before brightening up and gesturing to the sky, "so yes! Welcome to our great starlit palace of happy thoughts! Be sure to have fun and happy!" 

"Happy thoughts, huh?" Yushiro said, scratching his chin for a moment. As strange as it sounded, that was exactly what seemed to be happening around them, and it was working quite well! Sure, there were some stray monsters who found it wise to try and make a move against the students, but any that weren't promptly dealt with by Gabriela's collection of Skull Servants would meet an equally swift defeat at the hands of the various HEROs Souji had assembled for his own display. Quite the successful defense!

"Gonna join in or what? I don't see any good thoughts in here."

"You know what?" Yushiro thought back, a sly little grin appearing on his face. Quickly, he flipped through his deck and took a couple of monster cards out. As he did, the sky above started to take on a slightly more blueish tint, and if one looked closely they could see gold lines running through it.

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"What did you just do?" Kazu asked as he glared at the fit, well built teenager who was presently putting on a Blue Yonder uniform in front of him. The other boy finished stuffing himself into the sweater, his spiky red hair poking out of the top like some sort of fiery hedgehog for a moment before he spoke.

"Hey prettyboy. Just livening things up a bit, is all."

"The macro disk is not to be tampered with, you know that."

"Relax Kaz. Its just level limit area B. Wouldn't wanna make things too easy for the kiddies."

"I set up the macro disc with mystic piper precisely because the situation would be easy to defuse. We can't afford to overtax it and risk a malfunction- it was designed to work in Ichor, not Ambrosia."

"Same damn thing. That's why we're here in the first place. Besides, its not gonna break from one extra spell card."

"We can't be certain of that."

"You worry too much. And what's it matter anyway?"

"It might cause more damage than I intended."

"Good." A predatory slash crossed Trey's face. "Give em a taste of what home was like."

"Why Chou placed her trust in a bloodthirsty brute like you, I'll never understand."

"Because." He walked forward and placed his hand on Kazu's shoulder, gripping it too tightly for it to be at all pleasant. "Even after everything you two had to go through, you're still too soft to do what needs to be done. You're a weakling, and why she makes an exception for you, I'll never know."

Kazu brushed his hand off. "There is more than one way to show strength. She's always been able to recognize that. You, apparently, still can't. But fine, you can have it your way. Attempting to dissuade you is a fool's errand anyway."

"You've learned to pick your battles, at least. Good. Now lets get outta here."

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"Wait, what are you-"

"Synchro Summon! Clear Wing Synchro Dragon!" Yushiro called out, going through the summoning motions on his borrowed duel disk, and expelling Zetsuei from his mind and out into reality. The dragon appeared above the gathered crowd, roaring angrily. There was more to it than just getting back at his companion, though. Yushiro had summoned him above them for a specific purpose, and as the light from Melissa's duel field began to shine upon his wings, it became clear. Reflected and refracted through Zetsuei's crystalline wings, the light shone in a beautiful rainbow of colors, bathing the whole area in a spectacular brilliance that seemed to energize everything it touched.

"Yes!" He shouted. "With all these people here, looks like the duel field can even support something as big as Clear Wing!"  He flashed a thumbs up in Melissa's direction and called over to her. "Hey! Your plan's working great!"

Or at least, it was. Until a deafening and prolonged toot could be heard from within the procession of duel monsters making its way through the area. The mob stopped, and after two shorter toots, split open to make way for what must have been the leader. He sure didn't look like a leader.

He looked more like a clown, what with that strange blue hair, his gaudy outfit, but most important was the shiny golden flute he was carrying as if his life depended on it. Once he had stepped fully out of the crowd, he gave the assembled students an introductory bow, but his cheery expression didn't do much to hide some frustrated body language.

"So, you're the ones making a muck of my machinations," the piper hissed. "Can't have that, no sir!" He took a deep breath, then blew into his flute with all he had once again. The golden lines in the sky lit up, and suddenly, Clear Wing fell from the sky. Similarly, all of the HEROs present dropped to the ground, as if something was pinning all of the stronger monsters in the area to the ground.

"Now, why don;t we even the playing field, little munchkins?!"

He blew into the instrument one more time. This time though, from the other end of his flute, something other than noise emerged. A black creature, that seemed to stare right into the students with its singular eye, slipped and squeezed its way out of the flute That mirror in the middle of its body didn't do a very good job of reflecting anyone, either.

"Now, eeny-meeny-THAT ONE! GET HIM, RELINQUISHED!" The creature's stalk eye locked onto Zetsuei, and as its arms reached out, a vortex appeared, sucking the dragon into the mirror in its body. After Clear Wing dissapeared, the creature's fleshy wings folded over itself, and a moment later the form of the monster it had absorbed appeared there, grotesquely fused to the flesh. "Now, everyone, get 'em!"

Another big toot from the flute, but this one was quite a bit shorter. As the piper continued playing away at his flute, it seemed the gathered mob of monsters all agreed that strength in numbers was the way to go, as each and every one of them made their way toward the students and their defenses.

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"Hmmmwahh-wah!!!"

Contrary to what one might expect, Kuriborhn didn't look the least bit terrified. Instead, he fluttered over and tugged on Gabby's arm, urging her toward the oncoming hoard of monsters. Maybe he had an idea?

"It will be! It just... hasn't started yet, I guess. Maybe the ship's waiting for someo-"

"Still nothing all that interesting Quill." Ash stopped mid-sentence as both he and Noah turned to look at the source of the voice. It was one of the others, though neither of them had said much to the girls yet in the few days or so they'd been aboard. "Hey there!"

"Heya." Noah was the first of them to respond, giving Iris and Quill a short wave with his gloved hand. The bell on his neck jingled a little.

"Don't think we've properly met yet huh? My bad, my head's been spinning so long I just wanted to hole up somewhere to think. How are things on your end?"

"Sorta the same." Noah shot a quick glance at Ash. "I've kinda been on my own for a bit too." He wouldn;t say it outright, but he very much didn't appreciate being left alone until now.

"You're welcome to come with me next time I go out on patrol, you know." Ash let out a reptilian grunt that passed for a "Hmph."

"Dude, there's nothing here." This place is just a dead ball of rock and wind. What could you possibly need to patrol for?"

Ash's expression darkened. "You never know, Noah. The digital plane can be very dangerous... and besides, I hate sitting still." He added on, quickly shifting the topic away from anything that might bring up some bad memories.

"Ahh, the real motive." Noah let out a short laugh, then turned back to Iris. "I'm Noah, and my uhhh...."

"Partner." Ash interjected.

"Yeah, that. He's Ash."

"Ashardalon. At your service. Most mons call me Ash, though. Its easier." He bowed as he spoke.

"And you guys? I like your hair by the way." He sort of blurted that last part out, but at least it fit into the conversation. It was the truth too, she looked cute with that hair color.

"Fair enough, but I call getting to hold on to Elizabeth if we're vaporized by some sort of Duel Monster related neutron bomb." 

Ashley's comment caused Yushiro to let go of Elizabeth's hand, partially from her intimidating presence, but also out of a slight feeling of embarrassment. "Well there won't be anything of the sort, so no one's gonna need to hold onto anyone for dear life."

"Smooth. Nice comeback, kiddo."

"If you're not gonna be helpful, then would you please just shut up?" Yushiro grumbled internally as the trio arrived at the annex-side entrance to the duel team offices. "Alright, lets see if we can find those spare disks." He said as Ashley unlocked the door. Luckily for them, the spare duel disks were all more or less stored out in the open, and it took less than a minute of rummaging for Yushiro to locate them. Quickly, he clipped one that was his size onto his arm. "Doesn't come in my color, but it'll do." He smirked, trying to muster up a bit of confidence to steady his nerves and maybe possibly convince the girls that he was, perhaps, at least somewhat on top of things. Then he slid his deck into its slot and went toward the front door.

It seemed, however, that several other people had already beaten him to the punch.

Outside was... well the monsters were gone, and in their place a crowd had gathered. Everyone was bathed in a soothing, white light, and several people had duel disks and were playing cards. The displays were spectacular to behold, and it was plainly obvious that what had been a dangerous area a few minutes before had now become a sanctuary of sorts. HE stepped through the doorway to get a better look.

"Hmmmwaaaah!"

Kuriborhn jumped off of Yushiro's head and started to fly off. Yushiro braced himself for the pain in his legs to return, but was pleasantly surprised when the burning stayed mild. Perhaps the duel space field he was in had a similar effect? He looked around for a moment, and was about to run back inside to get the girls when he spied a familiar looking hat on the head of what could only be its owner.

"Hey, Juju!!!" He called out to Jun as Kuribohrn floated on over toward her general direction. "What is all this stuff?!"

 

 

-Digimon Divers-

OP

Episode 1: The Shooting Star They Saw

Moored on a lonely, deserted island in the digital plane, Aegis sat, waiting for the winds to pick up. The last of the her crew had arrived a scant few days ago, and now that everyone was settled in, all that was left to do was to set off in search of the source code. Of course, without a strong wind or a set destination, there wasn't much use in actually setting out.

Her crew, meanwhile, both human and digimon alike, were still getting used to their new surroundings. Introductions were out of the way, but no one had truly broken the ice yet, and the fact that there wasn't much to do aboard only added to the rather awkward, dreary atmosphere of being stuck on a ship with people you barely knew.

Noah Takenouchi stood alone on the upper deck, watching the data gently drift by far above them. The terrain of the island was barren and rocky, with few visually interesting features. He hadn't started to feel homesick yet, though the fact that he'd worn the same clothes for a few days now with no sign of wear of foul odors was a bit strange to him. Being data had its perks, at least. Still, he was apprehensive. How were four kids supposed to save the world? Was that even what they were doing?

"Whatcha thinkin' about?"

He looked down. There was Ash: the little dragon who'd pulled him into all of this. Though they were supposed to be partners, they hadn't spoken all that much over the past few days, with Ash constantly going off "scouting" the island and leaving him to his own devices. Him coming up to Noah was something of an anomaly.

"Nothing, really. Honestly I'm sorta bored. I thought you said this was supposed to be an adventure."

 

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Age: 17

Gender: Female

Digivice Color: White, Light Blue trim

Partner Digimon: Herissmon, "Quill"

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Orianne's parents lived out a romantic fantasy. An American girl in Paris swept off her feet by a dashing french entrepreneur. The two spent a passionate summer together before marrying and ultimately moving to New York City. Naturally, the idealized love story that was their lives quickly led to conception of a child. But from there reality set in. Orianne's mother had an incredibly difficult pregnancy that ultimately claimed her life shortly after giving birth. With his world destroyed, Orianne was named after her mother by her father.

The girl grew up incredibly lonely despite what one might expect. Her father never processed the grief of losing his lover and so drowned himself in his work. Orianne was raised by an ever changing staff, never able to deeply bond with any of them. Every interaction with her father was cold and unfeeling. The child's brain was forced to invent someone for Orianne to actually bond with. An imaginary friend and older sister named Iris. The very young Orianne would play with Iris and get advice from her on how to try and get her father to take notice of her. But it seemed just a phase and before the girl was eight she stopped speaking of her imaginary friend.

Through elementary and middle school, Orianne was shy and reserved. Uncertain of how to really interact with others, she did very little and flew under the radar. But upon starting High School something strange happened. She heard a voice in her head, distinctly different from her own. It shook the girl to her core to realize it was Iris, the long forgotten imaginary friend and sister. The voice spoke of being frustrated with how nothing had changed for her sister since she'd left. But now that she was back she was going to help her.

Orianne found slips in her memory cropping up infrequently, only to find notes from Iris explaining she had taken some initiative for her. The two were now a system, a proper case of dissociative identity disorder without ever getting a diagnosis. The two became more aware of each other and began to coordinate more to where now the changes are more smooth. Iris began coaching Orianne on how to talk to other people with the end goal of standing out to finally get her father's acknowledgement.

Through high school Orianne has gone on to become student council president and become a prominent member of the school's theater group. Most know the confident, charismatic Orianne who's somewhat easily irritated but helpful where she can be. In truth this is usually Iris as Orianne herself is more polite and reserved. But the two have definitely rubbed off on each other. Orianne has curbed Iris' fierce temper and overbearing nature and Iris has helped Orianne be more confident when she's the surface personality.

The two personalities both enjoy a lot of the same things though in different regards. The girl can often be seen on her phone, browsing social media. There was a night she was incredibly sleepy and saw a new message and replied something. Only in the morning did she see she replied to a Nigerian Prince email thinking a friend had texted. She didn't think much of it as she hadn't given any information.

Some weeks prior to the present day she began getting strange emails. They were worded like the scam email she had replied to but spoke of ridiculous things like a digital sea and a trove of treasures if she agreed to come aboard. Orianne deleted the email without much thought, only to find another nearly identical email some hours later. She continued to receive dozens of these messages no matter what attempts she made to block them as spam.

One fateful day, the girl was backstage in the middle of a dress rehearsal for an upcoming play at school. She checked her phone during a scene transition as she was used to doing. Again, another of the strange messages appeared in her email and this time Iris took over in frustration and typed the reply, "If I say yes, will you leave me alone?". The next thing she knew, Orianne was on board the Aegis with an excited porcupine-like creature greeting her.

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-Still has short gaps in her memory from personalities switching but the two communicate well enough to make it largely unnoticeable.
-Naturally she'll have two different answers to most opinion based questions.
-Does her best to not to explain her condition and just live normally.

 

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Age: 75

Gender: Female

Digivolution Line: Pusumon > Pusurimon > Herissmon > Filmon > Stefilmon > Rasenmon

Partner: Orianne Martel

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Quill was born in a small village, a mere fragment of the old digital world long since passed clinging to junk code where it could. The destruction had long since claimed most of the world, none of the digimon then alive had lived to see it. Despite the small scope of her world, Quill still wanted to see everything. She was never content to just sit still and accept the quiet life the village so cherished. Often she would cause trouble around town when not out exploring the outsides of town.

This didn't quite make her an outcast of course. Many of the other younger digimon wanted to see what was out there if anything. And so Quill would go on to lead little expeditions to the edge of the world. Normally this made for little more excitement than the group made for themselves. But the most recent excursion was anything but quiet.

Upon reaching the end of their slice of home, the group settled down to enjoy themselves a bit before hiking it back to the village. But the peace was soon disrupted by the sudden appearance of several virus-type digimon who had no sense of reason or self. The ground itself seemed to destabilize around them. Quill quickly led the others back to town and managed to stay ahead of the intruders. The older digimon soon found out what had happened but just as soon as they had gathered together to learn the intruders had reached the village outskirts.

The destruction was breath-takingly swift. There was little resistance the local digimon could put up the powerful intruders. Quill only ran, it was all she could do. But on the outskirts of the village she was cornered by several of the digimon. As death approached she briefly evolved into Filmon and repelled her assailants. But the power quickly faded as she returned to Herissmon and continued running. As she reached the edge of the world there was nowhere left to go and so she jumped into the digital sea.

When next she was conscious of her surroundings, Quill was aboard the Aegis with a small group of other digimon. The situation was explained to her and a digivice presented. Her mission was to save the entire digital world spoken of in legend. And to do it she'd need to  recruit a human partner. The task seemed daunting but this was the adventure of a lifetime.

Quill took to monitoring human data when she came across a girl who struck her as particularly open to appeals for help. She had answered an odd email of a prince requesting financial aid in order to share his untold fortunes. Something seemed right about this particular human and so Quill composed a similar message, substituting out the relevant words with things pertaining to digimon and the state of the digital world. The message was quickly deleted which seemed odd. So quill kept sending them, and sure enough they kept getting deleted.

It was frustrating to feel so compelled to message this one human but Quill really liked her for some reason and so wanted to make sure it was her who came. She kept sending messages until finally a response came. The girl had asked if she would be left alone if she agreed to help ,to which Quill excitedly replied yes and brought her new partner on board the Aegis.

The meeting was a bit rough. The human girl was so oddly shaped compared to digimon so Quill was naturally curious but also already wanted to play some tricks on her. She fed her new partner several exaggerated lies prior to finally coming clean which only seemed to rile the girl up. Still, she really liked this human and so presented her with a treasure from her stash in her quills. A golden leaf Quill had once found on a tree, no doubt grown incorrectly because of faulty data.

With her partner on board, Quill's ready to save the world! As long as it's fun. A boring adventure would be the worst.

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-Has a near endless stash of treasures in her fur. Were she to remove them all one would wonder how she had all the space.
-Due to identifying as female, Quill's evolutions take on a slightly more typically feminine body shape than is traditionally presented as they become more humanoid.
-From her time monitoring human data, has become something of a huge metalhead.

 

 

Forgot to accept this. oops.

 

"Once we're in here, we should be able to cut through a couple of halls and get to the duel team office. Say, what is your plan, anyway?" Elizabeth asked as she ushered Yushiro toward the annex.

"I wanna see if those duel disks are in there. If I'm right about what's going on and someone really has activated a bunch of disks all over campus, then we might be able to do something about it ourselves with duel disks of our own." He paused a moment. "Unless of course they're the root cause, in which case we'll know what to look for... though I'm kinda hoping there's at least one or two. It'll be easier if I can use the cards in my deck to help us out." There was another huff from Kuribohrn in his hair. "Not that I don't appreciate the healing magic, buddy. You're a lifesaver, but I don't think you can keep me on my feet and fight off a bunch of monsters at the same time. Not without help." The word of thanks seemed to appease the moody little puffball for the time being, which was good, since they were now next to the locked door and underneath the overhang- safely out of sight for the time being.

Yushiro's heart was racing, though not in the good way it usually did when he was with Elizabeth. The possibility of getting his skin melted off really drove home how dangerous the situation was, not to mention the dull ache in his shins- Kuribohrn's magic could only do so much to something that wasn't actually dead, it seemed.

"Stay calm kiddo. Panicking won't help anyone."

"Gee, thanks. You try not freaking out a little at a time like this."

"Could be worse. You're not alone, you know."

He was right. At least Elizabeth was here. Yushiro had probably never been more thankful for her presence, actually. Except maybe when he dueled Hiraku. Instinctively, he reached for her hand, hoping she'd reciprocate.

"You scared?" He asked, finally looking at her a little sheepishly. It was plainly obvious that he'd left the "because I'm a little scared too." unsaid.

 

On 4/21/2020 at 3:20 AM, God of Illiteracy said:

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Name: Avery Fisher
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Digivice Color: Black w/ green trim
Partner Digimon: Lalamon "Root"

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Weight: 133 pounds

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Avery has never been known for a sunshine and rainbows disposition, good social skills, or opening up to anything that doesn't have chlorophyll. From a young age, plants were always a source of wonder to her, and her father being a florist made access to them quite available. By all accounts, she got along with plants better than any other living thing, to the point that by the time high school was coming around, Avery had a little greenhouse of her own out back. Of all the plants, the one Avery was most commonly associated with was the cactus. Always minding her own business, but proving to be tough and prickly to anyone trying to get up in her daily life.

Which isn't to say Avery isn't a good person. She just isn't a nice person. Indeed, as much as Avery's reputation noted that she wasn't much for conversation or friendship, it wasn't uncommon around school to hear rumors of Avery going out of her way to right a wrong she saw or heard of. Replacing lost items, handing out money or food to people who had none, and one account of Avery letting a classmate use her bedroom for a whole two weeks when they were removed from their home. Never did she seek praise or reward for her actions, and although she often told others that she'd prefer NOT getting a reputation as some goodie two-shoes, it seemed more and more people in the area knew Avery Fisher as a magic genie that would help others in their time of need before pretending like it never happened as time went on.

Setting aside her considerably less kind outward personality, Avery's kindness is exactly what grabbed the attention of what would become her digimon partner. Fixing a shattered world to secure the safety of its countless denizens, to no major inconvenience of her own, was what Avery was offered. She thought the message was just a joke at first, but soon learned that all of this was very much real when she decided to humor the ridiculous call to arms. And so, the task of finding source codes has fallen onto Avery's shoulders, among those of other people.

That said, her partner may have "accidentally" forgotten to mention a few facts, and possibly exaggerated a few details.

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Name: Lalamon "Root"
Age: 10,007
Gender: Male
Partner: Avery Fisher
Digivolution Line: Nyokimon -> Budmon -> Lalamon -> Sunflowmon

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Root - having been given the name by her newfound partner - is something of a relic from before the Diaspora. Incredibly old and incredibly lazy, he has gotten by through means of remaining so perfectly still that would-be predators fail to notice him at all, and by mastering the art of traps, escapes, and secret tunnels throughout the digital jungles. Once the Diaspora occurred, Root got by through very similar means until stumbling upon a small part of the old world relatively unaffected by everything that had gone down. Among a humble village of other plant Digimon - many of whom were far stronger than him - it was Root's seniority and attention to detail that secured him a place of his own.

Until, of course, a Digivice had decided this ancient bum was fit for the job of saving the world with a human partner. Although he's quite a good judge of character, he can't help but wonder if the world itself is in fact a terrible judge of character. After all, it picked him out of all the plants in his village, let alone the rest of the net.

 

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Part of the reason Avery doesn't like talking to people is due to a stutter she's had for most of her life.

Although the plants people tend to associate her with are cacti, Avery's favorite plant is actually the venus fly trap.

 

 

 

On 4/18/2020 at 2:27 AM, Mr. Hyde said:

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Name: Juri Jackson

Age: 16

Gender: Male

Digivice Color: Black/White

Partner Digimon: Grudge the Strabimon

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5'5"/110 Lbs

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Juri was born a couple of weeks premature in a small town hospital in Washington, to the worry of both of his parents.  The newborn had to remain in the hospital well beyond the time that the normally delivered baby went home, but his parents stayed by him through the rocky start to his life.  However, it didn't get much better as he grew up, his body pale and sickly.  Going out into the sun for more than ten minutes was enough to make him faint, and his allergies were quite severe.  It's like the whole world hadn't given him a chance to live a normal life.  Since this was the case, his parents were always coddling him, and rarely let him be.  They home schooled him, cooked for him, they'd probably change his pants if he asked.   Juri didn't really mind, growing up without really being able to be physical in any capacity made his attention turn towards the internet.

Juri loved the internet, playing games and talking in online chatrooms!  Here, he could really turn up his personality to 10.  The internet is where he garnered most, if not all, of his social skills.  Video games made him feel strong, playing as the tough character he always wished he would have turned out to be, instead of just being a small mass of skin and bone.  He grew a taste for the fantasy of being a hero in someone's eyes.  The stimulating sensation it must have been for someone to save the day, he longed for a tenth of the feeling.  Then the idea hit him...what if he could use the internet to do just that?!  To get that thrill!  That spike in adrenaline!  Some people on his forums felt the same way, and told him to get good at hacking into networks.  Juri did just that, and dove deep into the world of hacking.  

His first attempt at the real deal ended in disaster.  He tried to reveal a tax evasion scheme by a growing company in Washington, only for them to track Juri and his parents down, and file a lawsuit against them.  His parents scolded him for the first time in a long time, telling him that he was playing a dangerous game going around the internet and parading as some sort of vigilante.  When they said it like that, He got kind of embarrassed, but he explained that it made him feel alive.  His parents didn't particularly like that excuse, so they threatened to take away his internet if he were to keep up the escapades.  Falling into a little slump, he felt like he was being held hostage.  That was...until he found a message in his inbox with the title 'This will make you stronger'.  Upon clicking it, the sprite of a small wolf like creature tapped its foot, and asked him, 'You wanna be stronger right?  Join me?'  It seemed sketchy, and every fiber of his being told him to click no...but he took a chance.

 

 

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Name: Grudge

Age: 288

Gender: Male

Digivolution Line: 

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Botamon -> Wanyamon -> Strabimon -> BlackGargomon -> Pandamon -> Plutomon

Partner: Juri Jackson

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Living in this new digital world was constant pain.  Constant and never ending pain.  Why was he brought into this world?  Just to suffer?  Just to make a friend one day, and the next day be stabbed in the back and have to gut the only friend you had?  It was just too cruel.  There was truly no justice in a world like this.  It was a miracle he was able to become a Rookie digimon in the first place, with how naive he was in the beginning.  There was no kindergarten for those who had just hatched.  Grudge's first memory after waking up was an Ogremon eating the baby digimon who had just started their lives, only to be recycled.  He could hear the Ogremon's rambling, saying that they'd be reborn again, but the sight alone was enough for him to make a dash for it.  Even as a Botamon, he knew he had to live!  There was a reason his eyes opened.  There was a reason that he was lucky enough to escape that Ogre's clutches.  After years of running for his life, he finally digivolved for the first time into Wanyamon.  Feeling stronger, and overconfident, he made sure to find as many baby digimon as he could and protect them.  After hoarding a group of five of them, they ran into a rookie digimon.  That digimon said that he knew how Grudge felt, and would protect them all just as he had been doing.  He taught, fed, and trained all of them together, in hopes of them getting stronger.

He woke up a few weeks later to the screams of those in-training digimon, the Rookie using them as a way to get stronger himself, as if it were absorbing them.  It apologized to Grudge, and he could see the desperation in the digimon's eyes, but it made him furious.  In a fit of rage, Grudge digivolved into a Rookie, and ripped the digimon to shreds.  This world was sick and twisted, and it needed to be purged of everything.  A few years later, while sneaking around, he heard about some weird ship that was sailing around the remains of the net-sea.  It was his ticket off of this hellhole, and a way to isolate himself and become stronger.  He made his way to the edge of his fractured island, setting eyes on the ship as it seemed to dock right in front of him.  Climbing aboard, he somehow felt a strange connection...to that of a human.  Instinctively, he wrote a letter to them.  They felt the same way he did to some capacity...so he wrote them a letter and sent it off into the digital sea. 

 

 

Both Accepted. Welcome to the boat!

Some WIP stuff

 

Noah

 

Ash

6 hours ago, Comrade Duck said:

A couple things:

I want to be a part of this because I like working with you. Your world development always gives me great insight and intrigue to create characters. Its fun. However, I've never been as into Digimon as most people. So I'm wondering if you're willing to accept a compromise. I'm interested in making a character. Sort of a modern day bard, minus the singing. A researcher, perhaps. Is this something you can work with or should I move along? Honest answers don't hurt so don't be afraid to tell me no.

Not 100% sure I follow, but what I think you’re suggesting is playing a human without a partner digimon? Or perhaps the opposite?

either way, my answer is: Go for it! The Divers are not be the first humans to enter the digital plane, so if you’re ok with playing a supporting character who might not participate in combat, then I have no objections. I’m interested to see what you can come up with. If the discord link is expired, lmk. I’ll send you another one.

OOC is officially live!

https://discord.gg/ZBydYa

 

Discord server is live. OOC proper should be up in the next few days. Still looking for 3 more people.

46 minutes ago, Mr. Hyde said:

I hate you.  

But I love digimon.

Sign me up.

You don’t hate me.

~Digimon Divers~

A Digimon RP by Zai

 

Dedicated to everyone who still remembers their innocence, and everyone who loved, laughed, and cried. To all the tamers, and all the digidestined out there, and to all of them that might follow. To the friends I've made, and every biggest dreamer who ever shared their love for a digital monster with me. This story, whatever it turns out to be, and wherever it might end, is for you. It comes from my heart, and my love for a special part of my childhood. There are pieces of me in it, from my past, and from my present, and whether you're reading it, or helping to write it, I hope it brings you some of the joy that digimon has brought me.

All my love.

-Matt

 

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"Zo youz think you can buzt a rhyme and throw down. Aight. But check thi-"

"Yo, Bozz" The sound of a record scratching echoed throughout the hall as the boss stopped and looked at Baseball Cap, who had tapped him boss on the shoulder.

"Whatz you tryna do, yo? Youz throwin off my flo-oh." It was now plainly obvious what had caught his attention: Wifebeater was on the floor, a giant dent in his skull where Kyoko had smashed him with her bat. And then, to make matters even worse, there were skeletons shambling in, and one of them began to drag Wifebeater out of the doorway for some nefarious purpose.

"One verse and they already got Freddy! Bozz grab hiz gangly azz and letz go!" And with that, Baseball Cap was out the door in a cartoonish cloud of dust, leaving the leader to slowly back off while the skull servants were distracted doing horrible things to his friend.

"Yo, thiz ain't ova. Remembuh dat." And with that, he was gone too. Even the Skull Servants, with their expressionless bones, seemed far less than amused by all of this once they noticed, and took it out on their current victim with additional gusto- chunks of the fiendish beatboxer flying all over the hall and making overly gross sounding splat noises as they tore him apart. Thankfully, he was already mostly dead to begin with, so there was no blood to go with the entrails.

 

 

 

"Yushiro, where do you think all of this is coming from? I mean, have you ever seen something like this? I mean in my four years here, I've never had such a situation. And have you noticed they all appear to be level one monsters?"

"Ouch. She barely listened to you at all."

Yushiro let out an audible groan, but otherwise didn't say anything. Mentally or otherwise. He and Kuribohrn (who made quite the show of coughing when she blew smoke at him) gave her a minute to take a puff of her cigarette.

"Are you finish playing with that thing? As much fun as it is to wait around and see what pops up next, I can't help but feel like something bigger, nastier, and probably not any friendlier, is coming. That and... I don't have any level one monsters in my deck. I'm not sure if that matters, but it certainly couldn't help. We either need to get you to the infirmary, or to the duel team office; there are some duel disks there. If we're going to be in duel space I at least want to be able to protect myself, and I left mine back at the flat."

"Hmmmmmwah." Kuriborhn let out a rather agitated... whatever it was the noise kuribohs made was called. He clearly didn't like the insinuation that he was here to play. As if to accentuate the point, he fluttered up to Yushiro's head and landed in his hair, placed his claws together as if in prayer, and did... something. Yushiro couldn't see it, but if Liz cared to notice she'd witness him using what appeared to be a spell, since he started glowing.

"Whenever you're ready."

The pain in Yushiro's legs started to fade, and he stood up, much more easily this time.  "Guess I'm ready." He gave Elizabeth a smile and took her hand. "Duel Team office. I actually have an idea."

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The trek to the duel team office was, thankfully, uneventful (other than Kuribohrn giving Elizabeth a sideways look or two from atop Yushiro's head every now and again). When the group arrived there, however, they saw yet another series of obstacles in their way. Ugly ones. They were clustered around the building as if guarding it. Perhaps they'd claimed it as their territory? OR worse, they were under the thrall of something stronger. Shouldn't rule anything out yet.

"Fungi of the Musk? Really?" Yushiro sighed as he peeked out from behind a bush. "Those evil mushroom things can melt you- assuming the flavor text on that card is correct. If we wanna get inside, we'll have to either distract em or clear them out. Got any ideas?" He looked at Elizabeth expectantly, hoping maybe she'd have something.

 

"Look on the bright side. You just got out of having to admit to your girlfriend that you're into monster girls in tight clothes." Supremely un-helpful ribbing from Zetsuei. The perfect icing on top of Yushiro's burn-cake.

"You look hurt, can you walk at all? We have to get out of here."  A moment later though, Liz was standing over him, looking worriedly from side to side. Yushiro was still in a bit of a daze (and the pain wasn't helping things, either), so he didn't respond right away. "Oh, forget it. Hold on." The next thing he knew, she was carrying him, and in a few moments they were elsewhere- under a nearby tree. He winced as Elizabeth put him down.

"Duel space rarely if ever covers this wide of an area, Yushiro. You would need a very large number of duels going on concurrently for this to happen, which means...."

"Christ. You look burnt to a crisp. What even was that?! It looks like the whole bloody campus is covered in duel space. I've never seen anything like it, and I've seen my fair share of insane moments in this blasted school."

"Yeah... it really stings." He finally managed to say. "I dunno where the monsters are coming from, but the only way for the whole campus to get covered in duel space like this is if somebody turned on a lot of duel discs at once. They might have hacked a bunch of the students' somehow. You don't have yours on you do you?" He sucked his teeth and winced again as the breeze picked up slightly and his burns, well... burned. "I'd check mine, but I don't usually take it with me to class."

"Can you stand, mate? We should get you to the infirmary. Those burns look pretty rough. Hopefully we can dodge all these monsters on the way and figure out what the hell is going on later. This is sort of scary, innit?" Liz still seemed to be a little panicked. Fantastic.

"I can walk, and I'll be fine." He lied. His legs killed, but he didn't want Liz to worry even more. Besides, wasn't he trying to toughen up? "I dunno if we can make it all the way to the infirmary with me slowing us down, though. Might be better if-"

"hhhwwwahh!"

The reverberating cry startled him, and Yushiro looked up just in time to have a familiar looking winged mitre hat drift down onto his face, followed by a white puffball who had suddenly lost his ability to fly in the tree branches above. Both rolled off his head and onto the ground, and Yushiro sneezed. Kuribohrn quickly recovered his headdress (and dignity) and floated back up so that he was more level with both of their faces, doing his priestly entrance pose with all the gravitas he had probably intended for his entrance to begin with.

"hhhwwwah-wahhhh!"

"Hey, I know you. You're in my deck! You helped me win my duel the other day!" The little fiend nodded in the affirmative. "D...do you think you can help us out here?"

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"Yoyoyoyo! Lookz like we got some bad bitchez up in here boyz!"

Before the girls could exit the bathroom, the door had opened, and three- well they weren't exactly boys- walked in. And they certainly weren't polite.

"Heheh, brah, which one ya wanz?" The snively one in the baseball cap spoke up.

"Yo man, show a little decorum." The tall one wearing a wife beater replied. "We'z here to showz em a good time, not scare em half to death- don't want em lookin like uz! Now drop da beat!"

"Oh yeahhhhhhh." Baseball Cap agreed, and started beatboxing, while the leader wearing the hoodie and the beanie stepped forward.

"Now here's the deal, before y'all squeal." he rapped, while Wifebeater began to freestyle breakdance in plain view. "We'z the D-boyz and now we'z real. Bitchez aint where ya zupposzed to be, and that shitz quite irksome.. to me. Zo if ya all want, to get on out, youz gonna have to win thiz hip-hop bout." Wifebeater stopped mid-headstand as Hoodie paused, keeping perfect time.

"Check it." said Baseball cap, before he went back to the beat.

But if ya lose, then I gotz ta zay, you girlz iz gonna be our, uhh..." Hoodie put a devilish smile on his face. "Datez... today."

 

"Well. If you've gone and made such sweeping upgrades to your deck, you may very well be on your way to longer needing my services." she snickered, taking a small sip from her tea, "I've put some thoughts into upgrading my deck lately myself. It's been a while since I've had something fresh; something I enjoy out of my deck. Perhaps a deck change is in order. Who's to say."

"But... I like your Lunalights... they're cute." Yushiro said, somewhat quietly, half hoping she wouldn't hear him. He could hear Zetsuei laughing at him in the back of his mind. Thankfully Elizabeth saw fit to change the subject.

"I think after 1st session I'm going to go to the gym to work out; I've been terrible about that as of late, just going straight to the dance studio instead of building muscle mass and all that. What about you? Any other plans for the day?"

The thought of Liz in shorts and a sports bra flashed into his mind for a second, but he quickly banished it before it started showing on his face. "I dunno. I didn't have any plans for today, actually. Dunno if Akira's around, so- wait what the heck?"

What had caught Yushiro's attention was an animal on the concrete in front of them. It was blue, unlike anything he'd ever seen before, and curled up in a ball. Out of curiosity, Yushiro walked up to get a better look, and then immediately recognized it, though this only added to his confusion. "Explossum? What's a duel monsters hologram doing out-"

BOOM!!!!

Before he could finish his sentence, the monster did as its name would suggest; the explosion at his feet hurling Yushiro several yards backward into a nearby bush. As if on cue, several additional Explossums began floating, or rolling their way out from nearby cover, until Yushiro, Liz, and anyone else in the area were completely surrounded by explosive rodents. The Sky above had turned the familiar magenta of duel space, as well, but instead of being concentrated in one area, the entire campus seemed to be shrouded in overcast red.

"aaaahhhhhh.... dangit that really burns!" Yushiro winced as he looked at his scorched ankles- the pant legs that had been there moments before now having been completely charred away to reveal blistered, red skin. In the distance, they could hear the very faint sound of a flute...

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Elsewhere too, more holograms began to appear seemingly at random, wreaking all sorts of havoc around campus. Some were openly hostile, while others seemed content to wander around and ignore the students. The only constant was that they were everywhere... and for some reason all of them were level one. The faint flute sounds accompanied them wherever they went, too. Before long, the school was in a mixture of awe and panic.

 

 

“Um, Melissa Ashforth.”

"And my name is Kazu Eilhardt Shioda. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance." Kazu replied, with a very genuine looking smile. She didn't respond to him for a few seconds, evidently lost in thought. Thankfully, Kazu's patience was nigh-infinite, and so he waited until she finished whatever mental gymnastics she was performing with the same friendly look on his face.

“Sorry, I, um… If you- If you’re asking what it sounds like you’re asking, um, I’m not sure how good my advice is going to be here. I could reference the Theology of the Body if you like, but I don’t know it that well."

Kazu resisted the urge to shake his head in the negative as the prodding feeling grew in intensity.

“But, um, I also don’t think that’s what you’re asking? At least, I wouldn’t be asking random girls that. If you’re uncomfortable talking about it. Without that, though… I’m sorry, um, I don’t mean to pry more than I already have, but what’s the difference between what your heart wants and what your head wants? With me, I’ve found they’re often a lot more similar than I first thought. I understand you want to be vague about it, I probably would be too. I promise I won’t judge if you’re more in-depth, but I won’t pry any more either. That’s about as much advice as I can give.”

Rather surprisingly, Melissa's words gave Kazu actual pause. She would never know the exact context, of course, but they resonated nonetheless as Kazu replayed the past few weeks in his head. Melissa could probably see the gears turning in his head as his answer dawned on him, and the next course of action became clear.

"My dear, I dare say that you've given me precisely the advice I was searching for!" He said, rather excitedly, but with a warm, genuine thankfulness that replaced the rather sterile, polite air he'd been projecting up to that point. "I don't think I need to go into more detail, though...." he paused, bashfully scratching the back of his head. "Lets just say that I've been overthinking my love life. What's most important is that she and I are happy together, and if she feels the same way that I do, then she will support me like I do her. In short- I actually have nothing to worry about." He stood up, reached back into his deck box, and pulled out one of the two cards he'd been looking at earlier. The prodding feeling in the back of his mind subsided. "A token of my gratitude. For taking the time to listen to me. I think this Rain Bozu quite suits you, Miss Ashforth."

 

 

 

"Yushiro, I have to tell you something about the dance actually."

Yushiro looked back over at his girlf- could he even call her his girlfriend? With a mixture of curiosity and a little fear. Maybe he'd done something wrong?

 "I didn't want to distract or ruin our night, because I had a lovely time but I also don't want to be dishonest with you, and I feel it's better to tell you now rather than later. I... well I didn't actually get to see most of your duel." she faced him, wincing a bit, hoping he wouldn't be too angry, "A friend of mine, she was feeling rather overwhelmed and I didn't want to leave her feeling alone. I understand if you're mad, it meant a lot to you. You don't have to say it's okay just for me."

Yushiro smiled at her, relieved that it wasn't anything he'd done. Perhaps, under other circumstances, he would have been a bit disappointed to hear that she missed most of his game, but between his fondness for Liz and her reasoning the emotion he felt was decidedly not disappointment, or anger, for that matter.

"I was going to see if I could track down video of the duel so I could at least watch how you did it. There was certainly plenty of cheering from the bathroom. Sounded like it was a rather entertaining bout... I really am sorry for missing it. I wasn't sure what to do at the time. Perhaps after I watch over it, though, we could review the duel and keep practicing?"

He put his hand up, as if to reassure her. "I'm not mad at all. Heck, believe it or not..." He leaned in and gave her a quick kiss on her forehead. "I'm proud of you. I'm a little bummed that you missed it, sure, but you had something more important to do, and we spent the whole rest of the night together. Plus, you came out and told me about it, too, which tells me that you care enough to consider how I feel about it, even if you were a little too nervous to tell me right then." He started to blush a bit, and took another bite of his breakfast to give himself a break from making eye contact with her. "And knowing you care, and that I make you a little nervous, makes me... really happy." He looked back at her again, this time with a bigger, more bashful grin. "If you can find some footage, I wouldn't mind watching it with you, but don't feel obligated. I would like to practice with you some more, though. You're a big part of why I won in the first place, and I think I'm gonna be needing the help."

 

"Hey Yushiro, I was nervous you had forgotten about our little morning rendezvous! I wasn't quite sure if you fancy a breakfast on your way to class, but I erred on the side of caution and prepared you one if you'd like." Yushiro blushed. He certainly wasn't expecting her to have made him food, and he didn't usually eat breakfast on weekdays anyway, but he took it regardless. "I made a poppyseed scone, an oven baked egg and some fresh fruit, but if you don't want it give it to one of your friends or something, I've no use for another breakfast. I just want the container back."

"Thanks Liz." He gave her a smile, and she leaned in and pecked him on the cheek, which caused Yushiro's cheeks to get redder.

"Shall we, then? I'm in Moto Hall first today."

He offered her his hand. "Yeah. Let's get going." So this was what having a girlfriend was like. He could certainly get used to this. As they were about to leave though, Yushiro's phone buzzed.

From: AkiraTHEMAN

To: THEMANYUSHIRO

Vigorous Right Fist Fukuryu is a kickass name. The Man Akira is proud.

So he was watching! Yushiro had gone the entire night with barely a hint of his best friend. Not that he minded at the time of course, but it was reassuring to note that Akira had seen him win. He let go of Elizabeth's hand for a moment to shoot Akira back a quick text.

From: THEMANYUSHIRO

To: AkiraTHEMAN

Came up with it on the spot! Glad it sounded cool! Where were you though?! I don't think I saw you all night.

He put his phone back in his pocket, and then, a little hesitantly, took the scone out of the container and had a bite. He didn't know what he'd been expecting, but Yushiro was pleasantly surprised. "Its good."

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Kazu sat in silence for a few moments, considering how best to phrase things. He damn well couldn't tell the girl the truth (not that she'd believe it), but perhaps a well disguised metaphor, peppered with little nuggets of his actual emotional turmoil, would be enough to get an insightful opinion out of her. "Well, you see..." He pretended to scratch the back of his head out of nervousness. "My girlfriend and I, ahh... you see..." Now there was actual nervousness mixed in. Talking about his love life always made him feel awkward, even if in this case it wasn't actually what was going on. "My girlfriend went through something pretty traumatic a few months ago- she's fine now though, fear not- but ever since, well, she seems to be taking things far too quickly in regards to our relationship. I... I do not know if I'm ready for that yet. It worries me quite a bit. Don't get me wrong, I love her with all my heart, but we are still in high school you know? I do not want to hurt her or make the wrong decision, but at the same time I'm also scared to rush into things with her. Like, what if I am unable to perform, or-or gods forbid she finds someone else?" Oops. He hadn't intended to steer things into that direction, but there was no backing out now, even if it was an area in which he actually had complete confidence and experience. "I do not know what the right choice to make is, you see. Do I follow my instincts, or do I use my head?"

He only now turned his head back to look the girl in the face, silently hoping to himself that he hadn't made her far too uncomfortable my mistake. Best to include an apology, actually. "Sorry... I didn't intend to go into such... lurid detail. Please forgive me, miss... What might your name be, by the way?"

 

“Excuse me. I don’t mean to presume, but, um, you look like you need someone to talk to? I’m sorry if I’m wrong, but um…”

Kazu relaxed a bit. He'd never seen this girl before, but she was just about the least threatening individual he had ever come across. Small, conservatively dressed. In some ways she even reminded him of... nah, it was best not to think about such things at present. Just as he finished that thought process, she sat down next to him. Intriguing.

“I’m not the best talker, but I like to think I’m a good listener, at least.”

"I do not think you could be of much use to me, I'm afraid." He said, with a polite sort of sadness in his tone. "My current conundrum is rather complicated,  you see, and I-"

He stopped. Kazu felt as though something was... prodding him? The feeling was certainly not physical, but that was the word for it. Prodding. A moment of thought longer and he figured out what it was. Most intriguing. Perhaps he was not as far behind as he thought. "Actually miss, while I do not need someone to vent my frustrations to, I could use another person's insight into how I might best solve my problem. Do you have a few minutes to spare, perhaps?"

 

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Episode 6: The Sound of Music

The Monday after Kickoff was always a little bit dreary. No one really looked forward to going back to class after what was often the most exciting weekend of the year up to that point. Kazu Shioda was, on the surface at least, no different. In reality though, class had nothing to do with his melancholy.

"Today?" he asked, clutching his phone to his ear with both hands just to be extra sure he heard correctly.

"Yup. Your girl's got it all lined up for me."

"But, this is all so sudden. I haven't even finished loc-"

"Sorry prettyboy, vacation's over. Just make sure you do your part, alright?"

Kazu grimaced. "Of course. I wouldn't dream of disappointing her."

"Man you're so whipped. Anyways, I'm out. See you later." The boy on the other end hung up.

Kazu let out a growl. Things were moving too quickly. Much too quickly. He took a break from his walk and sat down on a campus bench, deciding that being late for English was an acceptable trade off for having a few minutes to himself to process. "If that brute's on his way... she must be getting antsy. Damn. I was hoping to have more time than this." He pulled a pair of cards out of his deck box. "If you two care at all about this silly dome, you had better make up your minds. And soon." He stopped as he heard footsteps coming up the sidewalk, and just like that back into the box they went. He had to avoid drawing too much attention to himself. Especially considering what he now had to do.

 

 

Monday morning. Time to go get Liz and walk her to class. True to form, Yushiro had managed to get himself out of bed a full half hour earlier, which gave him plenty of time to get ready and make his way over to her dorm.

"Color me impressed. You must really like this girl if you're willing to lose sleep to take her to class."

Yushiro blushed and frowned as Zetsuei's voice echoed in his head. "Yeah, so what?"

"Good! Glad you're man enough to admit it, kiddo. Believe it or not, that's a big step"

"Toward what?"

"Being a man, of course! A real man is comfortable with his own feelings. I figured you would have picked that one up from your buddy Akira a long time ago."

"He and I don't... really operate the same way. And who are you to comment on my manliness anyway Mr. disembodied dragon voice?!"

"Can't help it. Its my directive. Gotta make sure you're worthy of handling this card."

"You keep saying that. But you're just a Duel Monsters card at the end of the day. The only thing really special about you is... well, you."

"There's a lot more to this that you're not ready to know yet, Yushiro. Just focus on doing right by your lady friend for now, ok?"

He groaned, but mentally gave Zetsuei an affirmative answer. He'd given up on getting rid of Clear Wing's resident by now, but Zetsuei's running commentary on his life was still hard to get used to. Yushiro tried putting the dragon out of his mind for the moment as he made the left that took him up the path to the senior girls' dorm, hoping he'd see Liz inside waiting for him. SHe did remember that he was supposed to come get her today, right?

 

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What Zai Likes: Mecha, Science fiction, sunrise studios in the 1990s, et al. Honestly, if its good, I'll probably enjoy it, but I lean toward stuff that's a bit more grounded. Cool with long stuff too, so long as its not like, 100+ episodes of serialized action show.

Things Zai dislikes: Moe crap (Cute is fine, cute and terrible is not), shit with one season that doesn't have a complete story.

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Yushiro looked over the two cards in his hand. It wasn’t much, but there was definitely enough there for him to make a play.  “First I’ll banish the Speed Recovery I sent to my GY last turn to return Speedroid Terrortop to my hand, and then I’ll normal summon it! Say hi!”

 

Terrortop returned, spinning triumphantly, if such a thing was possible. Clear Wing looked down at it and let out a gravely huff that could almost be construed as a laugh. “And when terrortop gets summoned, I can add a Speedroid from my deck to my hand, and I choose another Taketomborg! And guess who’s taking the field next?” Yushiro fished the card from his deck and placed it immediately on the field. “I’m sure you can guess what the next part’s gonna be.”

“Just get on with it,” Hiraku groaned. “Of course I don’t know in that bargain-bin budget deck of yours.”

“One of my ‘bargain bin’ Synchros. One that’s gonna hurt. I tribute Taketomborg to special summon Speedroid Red-Eyed Dice from my deck, and when the Dice comes out, I can select a speedroid I control and change its level. Terrortop becomes level four so I can Synchro summon…” Out of the rings and the beacon of light emerged a massive blade, with a humanoid robot seemingly riding the hilt. “Hi-Speedroid Chanbara!”

ATK: 2000

“And this is supposed to hurt how?” Hiraku said, unimpressed. “You can take out my tuner but it won’t be enough to win, and you still have the Fury of Daedalus to contend with. Two thousand attack won’t help you there.”

Without saying a word, Yushiro played the second card in his hand.

ATK: 4000, Level 4

Hiraku stood there, looking at the card “Hi-Speed Re-Level” on the field. He didn’t have a witty retort, but he stood there stoic as he looked over the cards on the field and the lifepoints. “Alright then,” he said. “On with it.”

Clear Wing-no, Zetsuei looked back at Yushiro for a moment. They were both relishing the moment. “Battle Phase! Chanbara, cut Fury down to size!”

ATK: 4200

A moment later, the blade was stabbing through the face of Fury of Daedalus’s nearest head, splitting it neatly in two as Chanbara flew through it at high speed. It then repeated the maneuver with the other three before Fury finally shattered.

LP: 7200

“I activate Fury’s effect. When he’s sent to the Graveyard I can add one crucible card from my graveyard to my hand, and I choose my fusion spell, Forged in the Crucible,” Hiraku said, plucking the card from his graveyard without looking.

“And now the double tap! See, Chanbara can attack twice. Show Kuanos what that means!” Without stopping, Chanbara flew through Kuanos as well.

ATK: 4400

LP: 4300

“And lastly, Clear Wing, why don’t we introduce you to Hiraku personally? Dragon Slash Mirage!” On command, the Dragon took off, flying upward and then, seemingly, disappearing in a haze of afterimages. An instant later Clear Wing reappeared behind his target, arm outstretched as if it had thrown a punch, while simultaneously, a shimmering white slash mark cut across Hiraku’s body. It stung a bit too, enough to leave a mark.

LP: 1800

Hiraku was left with a set card and nothing else. When the smoke cleared, he could be seen giving Yushiro a scathing glare. “You’re going to regret that,” Hiraku said as the disk indicated it was his turn. He draw a card and looked at it, and in the deathly silent arena he laughed, very loud and very hard.

“Did I just break him?” Yushiro thought to himself as Hiraku laughed for what was arguably far too long. At last Yushiro spoke aloud. “What’s so funny?!”

“Oh, nothing! But let’s just say luck isn’t on your side as well as you think!” Hiraku said, wiping a tear from his eye. “But first, let’s say hi to a new friend! Remember that fusion spell I added to my hand? Well I’m activating it again.” Hiraku placed Forged in the Crucible back on the field. “If I’m summoning a Daedalus fusion monster with this card, I can banish materials from my Graveyard as well. From my Graveyard I use the Fury of Daedalus and the Will of Daedalus as my materials.”

The two past monsters rose from a portal in the field and immediately began to combine in a well of red light in the middle of the field. “Given purpose, an endless rage that will not rest until all before it is laid to ash! Fusion Summon! Level 11!”

As the light cleared, a massive, clawed foot slammed down on the field. As it came into view the Wrath of Daedalus stood as a massive, four-legged dragonic beast whose many tails ended in a series of even more heads, each roaring and filling the arena.

“The Wrath of Daedalus!”

ATK: 3300

Hiraku stood there, looking at the monster proudly. “But I’m not done,” he said, without taking his eyes off the creature. “I activate the card Pre-Preparation of Rights, which lets me add a ritual spell to my hand as well as a monster listed on that card. I choose these two.” Hiraku held up two cards in hand, but quickly put them to use. “I then activate Evolution of the Crucible, which lets me banish monsters from my graveyard as materials. I banish Talos and Kuanos from my Graveyard.”

Same as with the fusion spell, both monsters rose from the field, but instead burst into flames, one yellow and the other purple. “Surpass those around you and rise above all others! Stand proud with the world beneath, and display your perfection! Ritual Summon! The Ambition of Daedalus!”

Different than the other bosses, Ambition stood on two feet with an armored, and rather humanoid appearance, yet gilded and highly regal. Sheathed through its armor and neck extended two, massive, golden halberds. Its feet touching gently on the field, arms hanging by its sides, the Ambition of Daedalus quietly stared down at Clear Wing, tendrils of smoke floating lazily from its jagged, glowing mouth.

“You know it’s not often that an opponent will draw out my ace monster, at least you have that to be proud about!” Hiraku laughed.

“Can’t say I didn’t see this coming.”  Yushiro didn’t flinch. He wouldn’t. At least not yet. “Do your worst!”

“My worst? Okay, don’t say you didn’t ask for it! I activate the effect for Wrath of Daedalus. By returning two of my banished monsters, he gains 1000 attack. I choose Talos and Kuanos to return to my Graveyard.”

“Definitely your worst! I activate Clear Wing’s effect, which negate’s Wrath of Daedalus, and then-”

“Did you think I was just going to fall for that?” Hiraku interrupted. “I chain the effect of Ambition! By banishing a dark monster from my Graveyard, I get to negate the effects of one of your monsters and it loses 1000 ATK!”

A portal opened and the Ambition of Daedalus thrust its arm inside, gripping one of the fiend monsters in its claw. The smaller monster shriveled up as purple lights ran up the monster’s arm and into one of the halberds, that began to glow. The Crucible monster turned to ash and the Ambition of Daedalus drew the glowing halberd, hefting it with both hands and holding it up high. Tongues of purple flame lashed across Clear Wing, and soon Ambition was returning the halberd to its rightful place.

ATK: 1500

“Of course it wasn’t gonna be that easy…”

“There we go, now the stage is set! Battle! Wrath of Daedalus, cut that third-rate dragon down to size!” Each of the giant monster’s mouths began to glow brightly as it took aim at Yushiro’s ace monster. “By the way, did I forget to mention that the battle damage he deals is doubled? Have fun!”

Yushiro winced as Wrath fired. Clear Wing avoided the first blast, but was caught mid dodge by the rest. The force of the impact slammed the dragon into one of the support beams of the building, and the hologram shattered.

LP: 1100

“But I don’t think you’ve been punished enough!” Hiraku said. “So, now it’s Ambition’s turn to break your stupid toy. Ambition, attack his Speedroid!”

The Ambition of Daedalus spread its arms wide as red lightning crackled in its palms. Even with Chanbara’s attack boost it would be enough as the streams of lightning played across the walls and swept through the synchro monster, leaving nothing but a shower of particles. As Chanbara went to his graveyard, Yushiro banished it.

“When Chanbara’s destroyed, I get to add a banished speedroid back to my hand- I’ll take Panchingo-Kart back.”

LP: 700

“And now you’re hanging by a thread with not a card on your field, and barely a thing in your hand! Why even bother take another turn? Against these? You should just surrender on the spot! Save yourself the trouble! I end my--”

“Effect, activate! I discard the Kuribohrn in my hand to resurrect a monster that was destroyed by battle this turn, and I’m bringing back Clear Wing Synchro Dragon!” As quickly as it had vanished, the dragon returned, the spirit of the white Kuriboh watching over it as it materialized on the field, and it looked none too pleased about being destroyed. “I didn’t come here just to give up at the end! I came here tonight to prove a point. To prove to you, and every other person watching this game that I deserve to be here! I’m done being your punching bag, Hiraku. Now end your turn so we can finish this duel!”

“Fine! I end my turn!” Hiraku shouted back. “But that stupid dragon won’t be enough! Draw your last pathetic card!” Zetsuei roared back at him, clearly more insulted than Yushiro was.

“Just you watch!” Yushiro closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and drew his card, hoping that it would somehow allow him to pull out a win. He gave it a look. “Alright, here goes nothing. First I’ll play this spell card I just drew. It’s called Shock Surprise. By banishing both the Taketomborgs in my GY, I get to destroy two cards on the field, and I choose both of your Daedalus monsters.”

“I activate Ambition’s other effect! By banishing a Light monster from my grave, I protect my fiend monsters from destruction for the rest of the turn!” Ambition once again reached into a portal and pulled out another of the Crucible monsters tightly, though this time a yellow light drained from the monster into the other halberd as it crumbled to dust. The Ambition of Daedalus then drew the halberd and held it up as a golden light washed over it and Wrath.

“Alright then. Your pal Ambition have any more surprises for me?”

Hiraku only glared. It would be stupid for Yushiro to let himself be baited by any old effect again, but it meant he was in a tough position.

“Good. Next up’s a normal summon: remember Panchingo-Kart?” Once again the speedroid was on the field. Clear Wing looked pleased to have a little company. “Anything to say to that?”

“Yeah, like ‘don’t forget Ambition’s effect lasts the whole turn’ before you toss a card hoping to get rid of him or anything stupid,” Hiraku growled.

“Too bad. That was your last chance to stop me from winning.”

Soundtrack- Yu-Gi-Oh! Skies Theme

Yushiro couldn’t contain himself anymore, and a wide, confident smirk appeared across his face. “This whole game, all you’ve been focussed on was destroying every card I put on the field. You like sitting back behind those huge monsters of yours. Rubbing it in, trying to make me feel small. So I let you, and each time you did, you put more cards in my graveyard- cards that kept me in this game up until now. And last turn, well… you put a game-winning combo in there. Let me show you!”

Yushiro fished Den-den Daiko Duke out of his graveyard. “I can banish Den-Den here to special summon another Speedroid Tuner. I wouldn’t have had anything to do with it before, but since you were kind enough to destroy Chanbara last turn, I got another monster out, which means I have just enough for one last synchro summon. The Tuner I Summon, is Speedroid Red-Eyed Dice!”

“Just get on with it,” Hiraku said.

“When Dice is summoned, I can target a Speedroid and alter its level. Go-Kart goes to level 3, so I can make a level 4 synchro summon. Say hi, Armory Arm!” One more time, through the rings and light, a monster appeared on Yuhsiro’s field. This time a floating, mechanical gauntlet.

ATK: 1800

“I’m sure you’ve seen this card in the bargain bin before, but in case you forgot, Armory Arm can equip itself to a monster of mine for a 1000 point ATK boost. Try it on, Clear Wing.” The dragon stuck out its claw, and Armory Arm slid over it, sprouting a sixth finger to accommodate Clear Wing’s own extra digit.

ATK: 3500

“Now knock Ambition’s block off! Vigorous Right Fist- Fukuryu!” Instead of afterimages, Clear Wing flew straight for Ambition as a field of golden energy formed around Armory arm. The punch hit with such force that Ambition smashed into the opposite wall, and had it been more solid, would have left quite the dent in it.

LP: 1300

“And Armory Arm has an extra effect attached to it, doesn’t it,” Hiraku said, glaring at Yushiro.

“You bet. You take damage equal to the destroyed monster’s ATK. And that’s game.”

LP: 0

Hiraku had already turned around and was storming off from his platform as his lifepoint counter drained to zero, and the winner was announced in a flashy display, the banquet hall erupting in a deafening chorus of cheers.

Yushiro hopped onto Clear Wing’s tail as the dragon looped back around, and flew over toward Hiraku’s end of the arena. “Hey, wait!” he called over, offering his hand.

Hiraku paused at the doorway and turned, shooting Yushiro one more glare. “This isn’t over,” he said, opening the door and disappearing through it.

“But… It was a good game.….” he said, his hand still outstretched.