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Hotblooded Chronicles; I should totally get some XTREME DPS for this :(
Topic Started: Jul 4 2009, 10:53 AM (45 Views)
Shin Kogetsu	Jul 4 2009, 10:53 AM Post #1
Fresh Posts: 35 Group: Members Member #3,766 Joined: June 18, 2009	Transcendence: Ryoma's Anguish Scenario: Ryoma is thrust back in time to shortly after he first arrived in his original realm's Digital World. Setting: Realm ??? The blue sky was hidden by a vast spread of dark grey thunderclouds. In the distance countless streaks of light could be seen raining down from the heavens to tear up the rocky and barren landscape. A loud crash could be heard as a mountain exploded. Following it was the ominous rumble of rolling thunder. The only noticeable landmark as far as the eye could see was a gigantic castle that seemed as though it were built specifically for creatures 20 times the size of the man who now set his sights upon it. There were giant cannons mounted along the upper portions of the castle, all aimed downward to annihilate any intruders that dared approach. From the various windows watched a multitude of red glaring eyes belonging to a horde of evil Digimon. The only reason neither castle defense attacked was simple: the one they took orders from wanted to handle this trespasser personally. While it was something he had no recollection of, the Digimon in charge had taken something from the approaching human. While this fight was pointless and nothing would be recovered, it was still necessary for the man that sought vengeance. A tattered red scarf flowed violently with the gale winds sweeping across the soon-to-be battlefield. The chain he wore as a belt rattled with each and every step forward. His ragged brown hair and torn up coat swayed to the side, rarely revealing what lie beneath. Every so often the man's face could be seen. It was that of a beast full of bloodlust. His eyes were like that of a man possessed by demons and his mouth was spread into a villainous wide grin. For the moment no enemy had come out to greet him. That is, until the large golden castle doors, nestled inside the surrounding union of concrete and steel, began to open and bathe the immediate outside area with light from inside the grand structure. A larger pair of glowing red eyes could be seen inside. Their gaze settled down upon the man. The intense pressure that came with it would have crushed a lesser man, a man that hadn't fought his way through the Digital world with hotblood, guts and his bare hands. Alienated from the other humans, he had little choice but to grow stronger on his own. While the rest of them surpassed him greatly, he still thought himself strong enough to fight against this one foe. "Ho ho, a pathetic human has wandered here by accident. Any last words before you're devoured by the depths of space and time?" The man's grin soured into something of a twisted scowl upon hearing these booming words that could be heard for a great distance. It was clearly a joke, but at the most inappropriate of times. This wasn't some meeting between friends. This Digimon had been responsible for the chaos that had taken everything from him. The only thing on his mind was tearing this bastard apart limb from limb. It wasn't possible for a normal human, but this man was anything from normal. "Take your jokes and shove 'em. You know damn well why I'm here. This is the end of the road for you. I didn't have a clue as to what really happened that day, but now that I've found out I'll stop you once and for all." The Digimon listened and couldn't believe his ears. A small monkey was threatening the likes of him. It was so ridiculous that he couldn't help but belch out roaring laughter. "HA HA HA HA! You've also got some sense of humor! I'd heard that there was a human hunting for me, but to think that you'd actually come here to fight me alone. What's wrong, are your Tamer friends too busy? Ha ha ha!" The man didn't need any friends. He had a small fighting force of Digimon to come to his aid. However, for this one fight, he needed to grasp victory on his own. It was a fight with his life at risk, and he refused to lose anyone dear to him ever again. All the power he needed now lay within his Red and Green D-Gear. With this device, he could ascend to a level of power rivaling even the gods of the Digital World. Normally such power would be overkill, but in the face of an enemy controlling both space and time no amount of power would ever be sufficient. "That's enough of your talk. I'll show you the power of human resolve, forged from the pain of a man who has lost everything. Prepare yourself, you fiend!" The man held up his D-Gear so that the screen was facing the giant red eyes. On it flashed the symbols of the ten legendary spirit warriors. Seeing this, the giant Digimon decided that the human before him would provide some entertainment. With a loud roar, he slammed his hands against the doors and thrust them forward. The golden obstacles spread apart to reveal the Digimon that the human had been talking to all along. It looked like a giant grayish black dinosaur with a horn on his nose and four clawed arms. Piggybacking it was the shroud-like form of another dinosaur with two high tech laser cannons mounted on his back. "You're not quite as weak as you appear to be. If that's how it is, then show me your power and entertain me more!" Hearing this, the man's grin returned. His enemy had given him all the opportunity he needed to rise above this challenge. "Spirit Evolution!" He threw his D-Gear up into the air with his right hand as the giant watched on. He thrust his left into the air and clenched it into a fist. 10 orbs of light circled it before turning into different colored data streams that completely encompassed it. These streams all converged onto the back of his hand as the symbols for the 10 spirit warriors overlapped. He pulled his left hand back down and opened it. In a flash it was thrust forward as his palm and fingers gripped the edges of the D-Gear. The screen lit up with a golden glow before a pillar of energy engulfed the scruffy digidestined. It grew wider and taller as the seconds passed. Within, a lone man jumped up into the air as his clothes disappeared. Beneath was shimmering data in the shape of his body. Circling around him were the 20 statues representing human and beast spirits. They stopped their rotation and darted straight into the center of his chest from all sides. Inside the human a new statue had been born. It was a representation of the strongest spirit of the all. It exploded outward and wrapped the digidestined in a cocoon of red and white data. A few seconds past and the cocoon grew to the size of the now giant pillar. A fist punched through, shattering it and causing the pillar to disperse into the glittering sparkle of what looked like a swarm of fireflies floating through the air. Amidst them was a large Digimon clad in red and gold armor. Mounted on his right wrist was the head of MagnaGarurumon, and on his left the head of EmperorGreymon. The giant evil Digimon was pleased with the human's transformation. A fight wouldn't be fun unless his opponent was capable of defending himself. The large dinosaur stepped out of his castle and readied himself for the fight. "Time Unlimited!" With a loud roar, he engulfed the area in a swirling mass of data. When it all cleared, they were standing on air in some sort of small empty dimension with boundaries made of swirling blues and reds. Both the castle and the dreary landscape had disappeared. The two were completely alone in this space. "Normally I would trap you in here and destroy you, but you've caught my curiosity. Few have the courage to challenge me." "Millenniummon, your existence defies the balance of both worlds. You manipulated space and time and bring her here, only to kill her right before my very eyes while I was powerless to do anything. You showed me that striving for redemption was meaningless without the power to crush those who stand in my way. Now, I'll slice you into nothingness!" "Oh? A Digimon such as I cannot be killed so easily. Even a great warrior such as you, Susanoomon, can do no harm to me." This angered the man greatly. Even after acquiring this great power he was still being taken as nothing more than a fool. If he was ever going to win, he had to strike fast and quick. Ignoring the psychedelic scenery, Susanoomon thrust his hands upwards into the air. A swirling storm cloud appeared overhead. He then clasped his hands together. The golden arch on his back began to glow. "Heaven's Thunder!" He thrust his clasped hands upwards towards the sky and a bolt of energy erupted from them. It impacted the center of the swirling cloud mass and split into 8 separate dragon head shaped bolts of energy. Susanoomon lowered his hands and called down the 8 bolts. They struck and pinned down the stationary Millenniummon. "Urgh. Ha ha, is that it?!" While it was strange that the Millenniummon wasn't fighting back, the man thought nothing of it. He was relieved that at long last he would finally have his revenge. ""Come to me, Celestial Blade!" Susanoomon held his palms straight out in front of him as the golden arch began to glow once again. The visor on his head lowered to cover his eyes. Particles of light appeared and began to gather in front of his outstretched hands. They gathered into a solid structure that looked like some sort of combined Sentai crossbow-shaped weapon. Above the two vertically aligned gun barrels was the shape of a red dragon head with two silver horns jutting up into the air. A pentagonal panel popped up on the top near the handle, with a silver cross shaped targeting sight in the center of it. The eyes of the dragon head lit up as the weapon was used. At the end of it, in front of the gun barrels, a large sphere of yellow energy formed. Susanoomon swung the Celestial Blade to the side, intending to cleave Millenniummon with one swift strike. Out of the energy sphere burst an unbelievably long yellow sword blade. "May death bring peace to your soul. UWOOOOOOOOO!" With one mighty swing of the Celestial Blade, Millenniummon was sliced horizontally in two. "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!" The two parts split as large streams of data poured out of the dinosaur-like body and into the swirling surroundings before disappearing. After a few moments Millenniummon had completely disintegrated into data. The Celestial Blade's yellow blade disappeared and the crossbow parts ejected to reveal a smaller normal styled sword. Still gripping it in his hands, the Susanoomon breathed a sigh of relief. It was over. It was finally over. Except...he wasn't being returned back to his own world. He looked around in a confused manner before wandering around. It wasn't long before a familiar voice made itself heard. "You fool! I can't be defeated by such a weak attack! HAHAHAHAHA!" "Impossible!" "Evolution!" Streaks of data burst forth from all angles, combining into one large swirling chrysalis. A sphere of light descended into it and began transforming the data into something the man had never seen before. The outside data formed a white angular crystal with a shadowy twin-headed dragon trapped within. He looked different, but the man recognized this new creature as the same one he had just attempted to slay. "Now, just try to defeat this Moon=Millenniummon!" "As you wish!" Susanoomon dashed forward and with one mighty swing his Celestial Blade tore through the air and cleaved Moon=Millenniummon in two. Less than a second later data poured in and healed the damage. "Fine, take this!" Susanoomon swung the Celestial Blade straight down to try once again. The blade was stopped on the outer edge of the crystal. He noticed that the two headed dragon was laughing, and it gave him a sickening feeling in his stomach. There was no doubt what would happen next. "Death Crystal!" Countless many crystals burst forth from Moon=Millenniummon and embedded themselves into Susanoomon before coming out on the other side. Data leaked out from the multitude of wounds. "ARGH!" The man fell down onto the invisible ground, unable to move after his entire body had been pierced all the way through. It felt like he had plunged into a pit of spikes. His mortality was once again painfully clear. Above him floated Moon=Millenniummon, who plunged himself downward and impaled Susanoomon through the chest. "GYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!" The large spirit Digimon exploded and launched the man backwards. He rolled across the ground covered in wounds. When he finally came to a stop, a small pool of blood began to form underneath him. Once again, he had bitten off more than he could chew and regretted it deeply. He was still weak...far too weak to defeat any of the villains that needed to be defeated. "Again and again...WHY?! WHY CAN'T I WIN?!" "Ha, that's easy. Until you can become a true beast, you'll continue to suffer loss. It's because you cling to the past. It holds you back like a pair of Digi Chromazoid shackles. If you think so highly of it, then I'll do you a favor. You don't have to thank me. But I expect you to be far stronger the next time we meet. If you're this weak the next time, I'll just go ahead and kill you!" The crystal changed shape, reverting back to Millenniummon. He stood towering over the now listless digidestined. The giant dinosaur leaned over and aimed his cannons downward. They began to charge while the man struggled to lift himself up. He had to avoid this attack no matter what. However, unable to muster the strength after having taken an epic beating, he collapsed onto the ground once again. "Time Warp!" The two cannons let out twin rainbow colored blasts of energy that engulfed the human. He could only lie there and accept his death. Oddly enough, the blasts didn't hurt. After a few moments, he felt himself falling backwards down a pit. Flashing neon electronic patters surrounded him in what looked like a tube-shaped tunnel. He held up his D-Gear to check the map, but to his surprise the screen began to glitch. One by one his programs were deleted along with his list of partner Digimon. The spirits that had once given him power burst out of the screen and rocketed upwards back towards the top of the pit. He reached desperately to get them back, but they were all out of his reach. Only a single one remained floating above him: the spirit of flame. It had been his partner since the very beginning. To his surprise, it began speaking. "Fighting alone...you're arrogance has doomed you to your fate. Before I leave with the others, I will grant you one last chance to learn your lesson." The statue launched a fireball at the man's outstretched right hand. The flame exploded upon impact and surrounded it with a fiery storm of erratic red data. It wasn't the same as Spirit Evolution. No...this was a Digisoul. He had already acquired one, but it was rarely ever used. The spirit of Agunimon fled after granting him the gift of retaining one of his former powers. This was a crushing defeat. He could have been trapped in someone's Ethernet cable for all he knew. The digidestined turned around to look at what awaited him, only to be surprised that it was the outside of the Digital World's bar. He plummeted further before passing through a shimmering portal. When he came out the other end he was falling through the air towards the cold hard ground. He gritted his teeth and prepared for the worst. "Grgh!" With a loud crack the blood-soaked man landed. The Digimon that saw him fall from the sky gathered around and began whispering. They yelped when he stood up and began walking towards the bar. With a glare in his eyes he let loose a single kick that both opened the doors and knocked them off of their hinges. He walked inside after startling most of the bar dwellers and approached the counter. He scanned the area with a quick glance. At the moment, he didn't know whether he was still in some sort of alternate dimension. One thing did catch his eye, though. On the far side of the bar there was someone exiting a utility closet to his left. He was wearing a costume that was all too familiar to the bloodied man. He walked towards the costumed man and called out. "Hey!" DaiKamen turned to look at the voice calling in his direction. He turned to see who it was only to be met with a Digisoul powered palm thrust from the bloodied man. DaiKamen's torso armor cracked and burst apart as he was slammed against the bar wall. He slumped onto the ground trying to catch his breath, leaving a tokusatsu hero shaped dent in the bar. He panted and gasped after having the wind knocked out of him. Looking up, he could see that his attacker was human. For a human to attack him out of nowhere was outrageous. He hadn't made any enemies at all since coming to the Digital World. None of this made any sense. "Hey! What the hell was that fo-GHCK!" He was struck square in the head with a Digisoul powered roundhouse kick while trying to stand up. It sent him flying sideways to the left. He rolled across the ground and didn't quite make it to the wall this time, but his mask cracked, shattered and burst apart. DaiKamen's eyes widened at the thought of having his mask, the symbol of his identity, destroyed. He was huddled on the ground now, with his back to the bloodied man. The only thing on his mind was trying to stand up after being struck with blows that would make even a champion level Digimon flinch. It was as if he were faced with some sort of unrelenting demon. Even to a martial artist, the speed and power of those blows reminded him of Musashibou-sensei's training. He slowly rose to his feet once again, the torso armor and mask reduced to mere fragments on the ground. He looked into the mirror hanging on the wall near the busted bar entrance. He looked at himself, and then at the bloodied man. DaiKamen slowly turned around and backed away until his back was against the mirror. The man standing before him...he had the same face! It was impossible, but the man before him looked exactly the same. "You...you bastard! You couldn't protect anything, not even the person most important to you! It's all because of you and that weak attitude of yours. If I let you live, you'll just go on to make us lose everything all over again!" "You...who the hell are you?! Why do you have my face?! What's your goal?! If you're going to kill me, then at least explain yourself!" The bloodied man stared at him for a moment. He couldn't help but resent the weak man who stood before him. Heroes didn't ask questions, they tore through villains until none were left standing. Whether the enemy was human or not, fighting back was always the first thing one should do when attacked. Seeing DaiKamen made him angry, angrier than he'd been in a long time. By this time, the Digimon at the bar were frightened. They were afraid, but not enough to leave. This was a sight they didn't see every day, and it made good entertainment while drinking. They all sat in suspense waiting to see what happened next. "Dynamic Space Knight Excellion, a lowly suit actor who had little to live for. Dynamic Digidestined Victory, a pitiful man who wanted to fight for justice but lacked the will to overcome his own fear. Dynamic Digidestined Cross, an adventurous soul that traveled across the Digital World seeking power and treasure. Crimson Digidestined Zet, a man who had become disillusioned with the heroes of this world yet failed to defeat them. And finally Excellion, War God of Data, a man who stepped back onto the path of justice and fought for the memory of what he had lost so that he would never lose anything ever again. I am all of those, and yet I am none of those. They are all just masks worn by the man known as Ryoma...Fudo Ryoma! I have your face because we are one and the same, and yet we are not." DaiKamen was shaken. This man knew who he was, as well as his real identity. From the sound of it, he appeared to know everything about the costumed hero and more. It was a frightening thought, but the man spoke of the impossible. Time travel was impossible, even in the Digital World. There weren't any Digimon strong enough to bend the laws of time and space. "That can't be true! You...you're nothing but an imposter! If what you're saying is the truth, then you have no reason to attack me!" "I'm not here by choice. I was fighting to avenge her against a Digimon with power beyond your imagination. In some twisted way, he's making me his clown by sending me back to my own past and stripping me of everything. Even now, he could be watching. In order to ensure that the same mistakes are not made, your existence will have to be erased. The Dynamic Digidestined Victory who stands before me now is the beginning of an alternate timeline, one resulting from my presence here and yet not a prelude to my existence. I intend to take your place as the Fudo Ryoma of this world, so die peacefully knowing that our fate will fare better in my hands." DaiKamen was full of righteous anger now. He was faced with a murderous version of his future self, and in order to ensure a brighter future he absolutely could not allow this man to have his way. He whipped out his D-Gear in order to Spirit Evolve. Unfortunately, the Fudo Ryoma of the future had long since abandoned his hesitation. In addition, he knew exactly how his foe's mind worked. When faced with impending danger, DaiKamen's pacifistic nature took a backseat. Ryoma slammed his clenched left fist down on a nearby bar table with half-full bottles sitting on it waiting to be thrown away. The table tipped forward, launching the bottles like a catapult. DaiKamen rolled to the side to dodge, only to be Digisoul Dynamic Kicked through the wall by Ryoma. The force of the impact caused DaiKamen to flinch and drop his D-Gear. As he rolled across the ground out into the open, Ryoma slammed his foot down on the D-Gear. A crunching noise could be heard as a flame rose out of it and took the form of an Agunimon statue. It hovered in midair as its eyes met Ryoma's. Either because it had no more reason to be there or because it understood that it was in fact the one who allowed Ryoma to retain his Digisoul, the red statue fled the scene into the sky. DaiKamen looked up, a streak of blood leaking from his mouth. His D-Gear had been destroyed and he was no more than a simple human at this point. Even so, as a man he couldn't turn his back and run. He darted forward and executed a flying kick towards Ryoma. This wasn't unexpected as his past self was overly concerned with aesthetics. He jumped forward and leapt over the kick before unleashing a roundhouse kick to DaiKamen's head. A cracking sound could be heard as the lifeless costumed man barreled backwards and slammed into a wall yet again. Only this time he didn't get up. Ryoma walked back into the bat and grabbed a Rookie Digimon's mostly full bottle of beer and a set of matches from the counter. He then walked out, the Digimon there too uneasy to even try starting anything. They were dealing with some sort of super powered human psychopath after all. "Burn through the heavens, my other self." Ryoma walked over and grabbed DaiKamen's body. He dragged it away from the other building and slammed the bottle against the formerly masked man's head. Beer and blood dripped down onto the costume. Ryoma took a match out and struck it. The flame lit and he tossed it onto DaiKamen. The body began to burn right there. The Digimon went about their business knowing full well that it was already too late to do anything. Various whispers could be heard speaking of how he was a man crueler than a Devimon. Fudo Ryoma, the Devil Man. That sounded just about right. He no longer harbored any ambitions of grandeur. His only purpose now was to become stronger, by any means possible. He started walking away only to see a small plant Digimon blocking his path. "You! You just killed someone in broad daylight!" "Yeah, and what of it?" "What did he ever do to you?" "He let the woman I love die right in front of my eyes, and he did nothing to prevent it." The Lalamon didn't quite understand the concept of death. Digimon only reverted back to Digieggs only to be reborn again and again. They never actually died. To hear this man speak of such things made her hesitate. "What...is death?" Ryoma was also a bit startled. In the human world, even young children often had some experience with death. But then he remembered that this was the Digital World. Digimon were lucky. Even if they lost someone, that Digimon would still come back to life eventually. What he lost could never be brought back. "Death is when you cease to exist. Your body becomes no more than an empty shell." "...Like him?" "Yeah, like him. And if all you wanted is a lesson about how humans get screwed compared to Digimon when it comes to death, then get out of my way." Ryoma wasn't in the mood to tolerate any of this. He'd practically just committed suicide after being beaten half to death by a Digimon with ungodly power. Every part of his body ached, and it was made even worse by the fight he got into with himself earlier. Unfortunately, the Lalamon wasn't done yet. She was always one of the weaker Digimon and she envied all of the others who were partnered with humans. At long last a human without a partner had appeared before her and one with a Digisoul no less. It was a perfect opportunity for her to become stronger and Digivolve so that she wouldn't be weak any longer. "Not so fast! You're my partner now. Lend me your strength!" Ryoma was too tired to put up any form of resistance. He was fading fast, and he didn't actually have a partner yet. This was the perfect opportunity to stop the plant Digimon from being a nuisance while acquiring a new power. A grin appeared on his face. This was what the spirits were trying to tell him, wasn't it? He needed the strength of others to achieve victory. "Heh, sure, why not? I'm Ryoma. Fudo Ryoma. You better be prepared to follow me wherever I may go, even if it's to the depths of hell." "Fu! You don't scare me. I'm Lalamon, nice to meet you." The Lalamon floated around before flying onto Ryoma's shoulder, pulling his scarf out with her mouth and settling down inside it. Ryoma's D-Gear, which was on his left forearm, displayed the activation of the D-Soul Program as well as the addition of Lalamon to the Digimon list. "From now on, your name is Ruby. I'll be counting on you from now on." "Sure thing, just don't let me down." "Yeah yeah..." Ryoma's vision suddenly became rather fuzzy. Exhaustion finally got the better of him and he collapsed onto the ground. He could hear Ruby yelling at him to "get the hell up," but it was no use. He could only lie there sleeping. Edited by Shin Kogetsu, Jul 4 2009, 11:06 AM.
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Shin Kogetsu	Jul 4 2009, 10:55 AM Post #2
Fresh Posts: 35 Group: Members Member #3,766 Joined: June 18, 2009	Transcendence: Ryoma's Anguish, Part 2 Scenario: Ryoma is thrust back in time to shortly after he first arrived in his original realm's Digital World. Setting: Realm ??? Ryoma's eyes opened to see the ceiling above him. It was wooden and flickering. He turned his head to see a fireplace nearby. The flame was burning brightly, unlike his spirit at this very moment. His wounds were all bandaged up but his strength had not yet returned to him. He sat up and realized that there was a pink and green blob nestled between his arm and his body. A nose bubble grew and shrank as the little Lalamon let out a soft snore. Ryoma's facial expression was one he had not shown in a long while. The devilish man had a warm smile on his face. He remembered the last time someone had fallen asleep while watching him recover. She was a ghost of the past whose face still haunted his dreams. Still, after all that had happened, he had no regrets. He fought with everything he had and walked down the path of failure. Now he had been given another chance to do it all over again. This time would be different. He was still a zealous ideologue, but he knew that there was no place for such a person when stranded in an unfamiliar world with enemies everywhere. He rubbed the top of Ruby's head and set her down on the bed. The inside of the little cabin was furnished with older wooden furniture. A painting was hanging on the wall opposite of the fireplace. It was of a serene green field. There was a rocking chair next to the bed, likely used to care for a child. A shelf full of random knickknacks sat near the door. There was a claw from a Megidramon, a piece of armor plating from a Magnamon, rocks from the Nova Crater, an old sewing machine and a few other random items. To have such items, the Digimon living there must have been a fearsome warrior. He stood up to see Babamon smiling at the two of them. "My, my. You caused quite a ruckus the other day in town. Killing a man in broad daylight made one Digimon so afraid that notified the local peacekeeping brigade. If I hadn't taken you here then you would have been thrown in a cell somewhere to rot. Digimon don't take kindly to violent humans." Ryoma knew it all too well, but it wasn't something he much cared about. It was true that he got a bit carried away, but he couldn't risk having his other self set into motion that tragic past once again. "Tell me, why did you save me? I'm nothing but a murderous devil. You shouldn't have a reason to help a bastard like me." The Babamon let out a laugh before walking past the scarved man and over to the Lalamon. It looked down with the same warm smile, only for a completely different reason. "This little one here isn't so different from you. She's sought strength to protect what she holds dear. She saw a bit of herself in you, that's why she was so adamant about being your partner. She couldn't truly rely on those who didn't understand her suffering. You see, her entire village was burned to the ground by BlackWarGreymon's army. All those that she considered to be friend and family were decimated by the invading forces. They returned to their Digiegg forms, but the eggs were captured in order to raise them as new underlings. This was one of the ways that he grew his army. I was a General at that battle and I discovered this little one injured and half dead in the rubble. I took fled with her here in order to raise her. Even so...she still hasn't forgotten that tragic day. She may never forgive me, either. That is why I entrust her fate to you That sorrowful look of anger and hatred...you'll keep her safe, even if it costs you your life That is why I can believe in you." Ryoma was a bit surprised, but not enough for it to show on his face. His entire life having been a sad story, it was to be expected that there were others who suffered. He just never expected such a small innocent thing to experience that kind of pain. "Her, too...this world has a habit of letting evil rob the innocent of everything they treasure. I'll take her with me. She'll be pushed to her limit, but that is the road of one who must become stronger by any means necessary. Surely, you understand that better than anyone." The Babamon turned back to him and nodded. She'd been party to unimaginable destruction until the sight of an injured Child Digimon brought her back to her senses. "You two better get going. They'll come to search here soon. It's better if you two set out into the world and vanish from the village for a while." Ryoma nodded in agreement. The only things left back there were his costumes, and he had no intention of ever wearing such a mask anymore. While he would play the fool and hold back when working with others, he wouldn't even pretend to be a hero when fighting on his own. He was no hero, not after watching someone important die twice. He didn't know whether Sensei would approve, but it didn't matter. That man had left them to fend for themselves and played his own part in the tragedy that set Excellion on the path to becoming Fudo Ryoma, the Devil Man of this Digital World. The now-solemn man finally turned back towards the two female Digimon and walked forward until he stood beside Babamon. Looking upon the Lalamon, his eyes started playing tricks on him. The bed and in its place was the ghostly silhouette of a woman he knew long ago. The small plant Digimon was cradled in her arms and being rocked back and forth. She looked up and smiled at Ryoma. He could take a pretty good guess as to what this all meant. This little one was the redemption he had been searching for all along, one last chance to protect what must be protected. "We'll be leaving now. Take care of yourself. She may never forgive you, but I'm sure she'll be eternally grateful for your kindness. Stay safe until the two of you are reunited. In time, she may eventually surprise you." "Fufufu! Careful, your softer side is showing." All the while, the little Lalamon was dreaming a dream she'd dreamt ever since that fateful day... "Lalamon!" An Elecmon ran up to her smiling. Around them was a vast grassy plain riddled with straw huts. In the center was a bustling marketplace with fruit and vegetable stands. Some were even selling artifacts from foreign lands instead. Child Digimon ran amok all across the village while yelling and playing happily. Lalamon was meeting her friend Elecmon there along with a few others in order to play hide-and-go-seek. A Palmon arrived after a few moments of waiting, along with Gomamon, Patamon, Lopmon, Gaomon, Kamemon and the trouble making Impmon. When all of them had arrived they laughed and chased each other around for a bit. They were a bunch of energetic young ones with not a care in the world. "Alright, it's Elecmon's turn to be it. Now close your eyes and count to 100" "Alright! One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight..." Elecmon closed his eyes and began counting. The rest of the Digimon began to scatter and run off in different directions. Lalamon floated off towards a cherry tree on the edge of the village. She flew up and into it, settling unseen amongst the green and pink. There she waited, hoping that this time she would actually win. About 15 minutes passed by before she heard an explosion coming from the village. It was followed by three more, each accompanied by the screams of yells of the villagers. Lalamon poked her head out to see what was going on. The village was burning. Lalamon was so terrified that she couldn't move. The village had never been attacked before. She watched on as countless Digimon were engulfed in the flames of the many BlackGrowlmon prowling around. The huts exploded and the burning remained rained fire down upon the land. The field caught fire and trapped many frightened Digimon that soon fell victim to the onslaught. She watched her friends rush out into the open and attack the enemy, only to be engulfed and turned into Digieggs themselves. A wave of countless BlackAgumon descended upon the burning battlefield from behind the BlackGrowlmon army. They took all the Digieggs and threw them into nets. They then carried them all away. Lalamon was horrified. A lone small Digimon stepped out in front and surveyed the area. It had the shape of an old woman, but its power was greater than that of the entire army it commanded. Eventually, a small rustle in a distant tree caught its eye. "Over there, that cherry tree! FIRE!" With a loud roar the BlackGrowlmon forces sent flames bursting into the sky and falling back down upon the tree and the land surrounding it. Fiery explosions engulfed Lalamon and sent her hurtling down onto the ground. The land upheaval buried her within the rubble. Everything faded to black as she lost consciousness. The smaller Digimon leading the BlackGrowlmon army sent them to return to their base of operations. The army left, leaving only Babamon. She walked through the village and passed by the ruins she had commanded her army to create. It wasn't anything she hadn't seen before. It was no different than any other attack. Her path led the Babamon up towards the tree she had seen something hiding in. Looking around, there was nothing but a scorched array of rubble before her. There wasn't even a Digiegg. She continued looking around and began lifting up the rubble. After a minute or so of searching, she came across a small plant Digimon with horrible burns that was barely clinging to life. Tears were streaking down from two holes in its face that one would assume to be eyes. They were shed for the many lives that had been destroyed on that day. The Babamon was planning to destroy it, but it was far too sad a sight. Even Babamon's icy heart was melted when she looked at the little Lalamon in such horrible shape. It made her think back to all of the other Child Digimon she had ordered destroyed. A glimmer of guilt began to form in her heart. She decided to take this little one and raise it to be strong. Abandoning her mission, she took the Lalamon in her arms and fled the area. She walked for a day until meeting a Starmon traveling in a wagon. He offered her and the Lalamon a ride. After a day of travel they arrived at a larger town that had been able to hold off the attacks of the BlackWarGreymon army. It was here that the two settled down. After receiving medical attention, Lalamon awoke to see the face of the enemy army's commander. "Nuts Shoot!" Hearing this, Ryoma rolled to the side. Less than a second later, explosive nuts shot out of the plant Digimon's mouth and blew a hole in the cabin wall. The Lalamon opened her eyes to see a familiar scene. Her short term memory began to kick in as the day's events slowly came back to her. She watched the bandaged man stand up with a scowl on his face. "Hey! Were you trying to kill me or something?!" The Lalamon wondered for a moment and then saw a hole in the wall near the door behind where the man must have been standing. Remembering the end of her dream, she assumed that her attack had actually been real. "Hmph, it serves you right for standing there." This infuriated the man, but he let it go. Lashing out at his allies would never do him any good. Now that his partner was awake, it was time to get going. His scowl turned into a grin. "A world of adventure awaits us. It's time to depart on our quest. Get up and let's go." "That's a rather rude way to say it." "Get used to it. If you want to be the partner of Fudo Ryoma, the Devil Man, then you'll be putting up with a lot. What's the matter, do you want to stay here now?" The Lalamon knew that staying would mean getting stronger far too slowly. She couldn't afford to pass up this chance, as insufferable as this man was. As long as she could acquire a power great enough to fight BlackWarGreymon, she didn't care who gave it to her. "Fine, you jerk. I'm coming." Ryoma turned around and walked out the hole in the wall. Never one for an average exit, this was befitting of a man such as himself. He now walked the path forged from might. The Lalamon's face puffed up. It was angry that he would just walk away after she stayed with him for the two days he had been sleeping. "Hey! Wait for me!" She then floated after him swiftly, catching up in a matter of moments with the man who was walking so slow that it was as if he had nowhere to go. Actually, that was just the case. He didn't have much of a destination, and he was still too weak to join up with the other Digidestined. With Lalamon still in her Rookie form, he would need to protect her if things took a turn for the worse. He decided that their destination would be the Nova Crater. He needed a certain item that would be best forged from its intense flames. "HAHAHA! I've finally found you! To the left stood a black Elecmon with glowing red eyes. It was glaring at the Lalamon, who recognized it as the very same one from back at the village. Her "eyes" widened in shock. She never thought she'd see Elecmon again, and especially not in that form. "Elecmon! What happened to you? I haven't seen you since the village attack. Are you ok?" Ryoma turned to see the Digimon and recognized him as an enemy almost immediately. He didn't say anything, though. The little Lalamon would have to learn to fight against all opposition, no matter how heartbreaking. "Under orders from the BlackGrowlmon Corps I've come to hunt down the traitor Babamon and retrieve the stolen asset! Surrender yourself or face the consequences! Lalamon didn't know what was going on. They were always such great friends. It was as if he had become a completely different Digimon. She couldn't accept something like this, not after finally being reunited with her childhood friend. "Elecmon, don't you recognize me? It's me, Lalamon! We were playing hide-and-go-seek that day. Don't you remember anything?" The Elecmon's ferocious expression didn't change one bit. "Lalamon, survivor of the JanKen Village raid, I'll be taking you back to Lord BlackWarGreymon with me!" Lalamon turned to Ryoma and floated in front of him with a desperate teary-eyed expression. "Do something! Turn him back to normal!" "Sorry, purification only works if you have the D-Scanner program. I've only got the D-Soul one right now. You have a choice to make. Fight, surrender or run away. However, if you truly wish to become stronger, then there's only one path that lay before you!" The Lalamon floated there, anguishing over the decision she would have to make. Unfortunately, she wouldn't have the chance. Elecmon spread his tails out and charged them with electricity. "Assassin’s Bolt!" A bolt of lightning shot out and struck the Lalamon square in the back. "Iyaaaaa!" She flew forward, straight into the arms of Fudo Ryoma. His hair blew in the wind. Between the strands his glaring demonic eyes could be seen. They were the eyes of a madman, yet one who was in complete control of himself. He lowered his arms and set the Lalamon, who was panting and in tears, down onto the ground beside him before looking back at the Elecmon. He stood up once more and walked forward. "Human, do not get involved! I will strike you down if necessary!" Elecmon charged his tails with electricity once more, ready to strike. "You bastard, go ahead and try it. Unlike her, I've got no problems with kicking your ass from here to the next continent over." "Assassin’s Bolt!" A burst of electricity shot out from Elecmon's tails heading straight for Ryoma. The bandaged man stood his ground and slid one foot diagonally back, taking up a solid stance. He thrust his hand, covered in fiery red data, forward to collide with the bolt. He grabbed it with his bare Digisoul-powered hand and thrust his arm outward to the side before letting go. The Elecmon's expression turned into one of suspicion. "You human, that's not possible! Take this, Body Attack!" Elecmon rushed forward towards Ryoma and tried to hit him with a full body tackle. Seeing him approach, Ryoma charged his right leg with his Digisoul and let loose with a roundhouse kick. "URGH!" The Elecmon was sent sprawling backwards, rolling across the ground. It wasn't Ryoma's style to abuse animals, but he didn't mind if it was for the sake of protecting his new partner. He had no intention of losing anyone else. Lalamon shook herself out of her sad state and looked over at what was going on. She floated into the air again and darted towards the battle. Ryoma began walking forward, ready to tear the Digimon apart with his bare hands. Suddenly a little plant Digimon blocked his way. "I'll do it. He's my friend...I'll destroy him. This is what you'd want, isn't it?" Ryoma nodded and the Lalamon turned around to face her opponent. She was ready to settle this once and for all, despite her heart screaming at her not to. She had hidden while all of her other friends went out to get themselves captured fighting until the end. She couldn't let Ryoma take responsibility for this. No, this was her fight to finish. "Elecmon, forgive me." Elecmon was now back on his feet. He began dashing towards the Lalamon before jumping into the air. "Body Attack!" Lalamon floated to the side and dodged the incoming attack. Ryoma was still behind her, and he gave a good Digisoul-powered head butt to the flying Elecmon. The black Digimon was sent sprawling again while Ryoma held his head in pain. "Damnit! That really hurt, you bastard!" "Nuts Shoot!" Lalamon unleashed a burst of explosive seeds out of her mouth that hit the startled Elecmon head on. After impact the smoke and dirt rose up hiding his status. After a few moments of wondering whether she'd won, Lalamon was given her answer. "Assassin’s Bolt!" Another lightning bolt hit Lalamon and knocked her out of the air. She hit the ground and let out a yelp. "Assassin’s Bolt!" Another streak of lightning came from Elecmon's tails, only to be deflected with a Digisoul kick from Ryoma. "Hey, get up and get serious." "S...Sing A Song!" The Lalamon, still on the ground, began to sing a hypnotic melody that could easily put someone to sleep. The Elecmon stood on guard, unable to attack as he wanted. When his ears heard the sound of Lalamon's singing, his eyes began to get droopy. He took a couple steps forward before collapsing onto the ground and beginning to snore. His snot bubble was rather large. Lalamon took this chance to float back into the air again. She faced Ryoma with a disappointed look on her face. "My attacks don't work on him. He'll wake up eventually, so we should take this chance to run." Ryoma wouldn't have this. She wanted to fight, and he let her. Running away wasn't an option. He glared back at her with his fierce eyes. "If your power alone cannot defeat him, then I'll lend you mine. We're partners, aren't we? Fighting together is the natural thing to do. Now come here." Ryoma grabbed the Lalamon and threw her into the air. "W-what are you doing?!" "I'm lending you my power. Just get ready to drill, baby drill!" Lalamon did have one attack, and he'd read it in the manual some time ago when he had a free moment. Lala Screw. He was counting on this one attack to finish things. Ryoma jumped into the air and charged his leg with his burning red Digisoul. "Tear through the heavens, Lalamon!" Ryoma spun and kicked Lalamon forward, sending her hurtling head-first towards Elecmon at an extreme speed as if she were a soccer ball. Lalamon understood which attack to use, as it was the only one she could use at a time like this. "Lala Screw!" The leaves on Lalamon's head began to spin rapidly like a drill just in time to shred through the Elecmon. She pulled herself up and skimmed the ground as she tore through her former friend before lifting herself back up into the air. The Elecmon's data gathered together and transformed into a Digi-egg. A smile appeared on Lalamon's face, for she knew that her friend was now better off being reborn that acting as a slave to BlackWarGreymon. His plan of using her friend to capture her had failed. However, just when everything seemed like it was over, a loud roar could be heard. In the field nearby a lone figure dropped down onto the ground. The earth shook with the impact of BlackWarGrowlmon landing. He walked forward and eyed the Lalamon and her human companion. "It seems Elecmon has failed. No matter, I will wipe the both of you out before I execute the traitor Babamon. Atomic Blaster!" Ryoma knew that fighting would do them no good. Even his Digisoul wasn't developed enough yet to take on an Ultimate level Digimon, and Lalamon was in no shape to fight an opponent she would never be able to defeat. The two watched BlackWarGrowlmon with faces twisted into an expression of shock and horror. Running wouldn't allow them to escape the large red blast that was forming in front of the giant's two chest cannons. They cursed their fate when the blast of energy fired towards them. But just then, a small figure darted out into the open and ran towards the energy beam. It attacked with what looked like a common household cleaning item. "Dark Broom!" The wood and straw implement struck the energy beam and stopped it in its tracks. It would have been rather funny, if Ryoma and Lalamon weren't in mortal danger. They looked on in wonder at the Babamon's strength. Even though Ryoma understood what she was doing, it still pained him to think of it. "Get out of here, you two! I can only hold him off for so long!" Lalamon's eyes filled with tears again. Not only did she just have to kill a friend, but now the Babamon that had protected her since the attack was sacrificing herself so that they could escape. "But what about you?! I can't lose anyone else!" "It doesn't matter what happens to me as long as you two can escape!" "Behold, this is the purpose for which we fight. In order to prevent something like this from ever happening again, we must become so strong that we surpass our very limits. That will be impossible if the both of us die here. Babamon knows that well, and she's counting on us to one day avenge her. If you care at all about her, then come here and let's escape. It may be shameful, but being gutsy isn't the same as being suicidal in a situation like this. We'll take the only path to victory we have: living to fight another day!" It was happening all over again. The BlackWarGreymon army was robbing her of something precious again. As much as she regretted it and cursed him, Ryoma was right. The only chance they had was to become stronger than BalckWarGrowlmon. She rushed over to her new partner and buried herself within his coat, sobbing all the while. Ryoma put his arm around her. He no tears, for they had dried up long ago. Now all that remained was an anger directed towards the villains of the world that fought only to inflict pain and suffering upon others. While he was no saint himself, he still wasn't that heartless. He turned away from the energy blast and began to run as fast as he could. He sprinted back towards town while the Babamon smiled. Her life was at an end, but those two would not disappoint her. "Hah, how's that you fiend?" "It matters not. Elecmon was meant only as a deterrent to prevent them from leaving until I arrived. You are the true target. As long as your capture is confirmed, my mission is complete. I must thank you for making it so easy." "Heh, you bunch are as evil as always. Well, it's about time I paid for my sins. Show me what you've got!" "As you wish." The thrusters on the back of BlackWarGrowlmon let out a burst of blue energy propelling him forward, increasing the pressure of his ongoing Atomic Blaster attack. It ate through the broom little by little. Babamon's mouth turned into a frown when she saw that her time was almost up. She ditched the broom and jumped high up into the air. "Double Edge!" "GYAAAAAH!" Babamon was too blinded by the light of the laser to see BlackWarGrowlmon approach so close. He spun around and sliced her in two with his arm blades. Babamon burst into particles of data that reassembled into a Digiegg. It floated down into BlackWarGrowlmon's hand, which he closed afterwards. His thrusters let out a larger burst that sent him flying up into the sky. When at a suitable height, he looked down at the fleeing Ryoma and Lalamon. They weren't worth his time. There were much stronger enemies to topple so that the great BlackWarGreymon could rule over the land. His thrusters propelled him forward. He passed over them and continued flying into the distance. Seeing this, Ryoma stopped running. It was over. Babamon had fallen and they had escaped. It wasn't a bad ending, but it wasn't a good one either. With a tearful Lalamon still mourning Babamon's sacrifice, he looked down toward the town. There, they would be able to board a wagon and travel to the Nova Crater. Seeking out his ideal weapon was safer than venturing out into the world to tear evil a new one, and his partner was in no emotional state to accompany him in doing so. Epilogue It was Day 2 of traveling on the wagon. Lalamon had been crying and sleeping the whole time. Ryoma had walked back down to town and acquired a travel ticket from a generous bystander who valued not being beaten to a pulp. They then boarded the wagon and set out into the world towards Nova Crater. It was until now that Lalamon poked her head out of his coat and looked him in the eye. "I'm not going to tell you to cheer up, but there won't be time to cry in the future. Shed all of your tears now." "...I'm done. I won't cry anymore. If Babamon saw me like this she'd scold me for being a crybaby. I have to be strong for her sake." Ryoma patted her on the head. It would have broken his heart to see her like this, but it had died quite a bit after experiencing his own tragedy. However, one thought did cross his mind. I will protect you. And so the wagon rode off into the sunset with them inside, traveling towards a quest filled with action and adventure. The two travelers formed their resolve and vowed to fight against any foe with all of their might. United by fate and connected together by their tragic pasts, these two had formed a strong bond. They were tied together by the string of vengeance, dyed red with the blood of those they sought to defeat. Edited by Shin Kogetsu, Jul 4 2009, 11:06 AM.
	Trombe Override! Real men pilot fairies and ride each other.
Shin Kogetsu	Jul 4 2009, 11:00 AM Post #3
Fresh Posts: 35 Group: Members Member #3,766 Joined: June 18, 2009	Excellion Chronicles: Origins Scenario: DaiKamen, Ryoma's persona during his first adventure in the Digital World, reflects on how he began walking his path before unleashing his manly passion upon an unsuspecting intruder Setting: Realm ??? The wind spread across the vast plains, and it ran into something that had never stood in its way before. A man with a towel over his head shifted his body, moving with the invisible force that swayed the grass beneath him. The gentle breeze brought the man relief, a moment of calm among the storm of events that had surrounded him for the entirety of his short presence here. Being brought to a strange world with a group of kids, it was as if fate had played a trick on him. All the while, he had lost sight of the very past that clouded his mind to this very day. When he was feeling down like this, normally a strict kendo instructor with a penchant for manly speeches would whack him over the head and give him a lecture on pride and skill. That man was like a father to him. It wasn't that his own parents weren't there for him, but they didn't quite understand the depth of his soul. When he told them about wanting to become a suit actor for live action special effects television programs...they laughed at him. It was to be expected, but having his own parents treat his dream like a mere joke put a crushing burden upon him. Failure would only be proof that he had been a fool. He didn't want that, so the man left home and sought out a part time job at a convenience store. Minimum wage didn't afford him any luxuries. His parents offered financial assistance, but he was far too prideful to accept their help. In the end, even if he reached for the sky, he was still nothing more than that fool. It was then that a burly man appeared to shed light upon a destiny that he did not even know existed. "HEY YOU KIDS, GET THE HELL BACK HERE WITH MY PARTNER!" Looking out the window, he could see someone chasing after a bunch of young kids. It reminded him of a gorilla, but it spoke. This man was waving a kendo stick around in the air as he ran. Looking over at the children, a sight caught his eye. It was a katana. The hilt was encrusted with jewels and the blade...was gold?! He wondered just what was going on. This turn of events intrigued him. He hopped off the railing of his apartment balcony and landed on the roof of a van that was always parked there everything he passed by. Written on it were the words "Party Van." He wanted to know what it meant as much as he didn't want to know, but he didn't even think about it at this time. The reckless fool lunged forward and hopped onto the hood of the vehicle before springing forward. As soon as he neared the ground, his legs stretched out under him and sent him dashing forward. He soon caught up with the burly man chasing the kids and opened his mouth against his better judgment. "Hey huff huff what's going on? huff huff" "THEY TOOK IT! MY EVERYTHING!" He didn't know what the man meant, but it was clear that the katana belonged to him more than the kids. He thought it must have been some kind of family heirloom. If this was the case, those kids had a lot to answer for. With his quick thinking, and knowledge of who the neighborhood kids were from passing by them while they were playing on his way to and from work, he quickly came up with a crafty plan. He stopped running and cupped his hands around his mouth, forming a makeshift megaphone. "JUNIOR DEFENDERS ASSSEMBLE! RECITE THE MOTTO OF JUSTICE!" The kids' ears perked up at the sound of his voice. They all ran right back to him as the burly man tripped and fell trying to turn one hundred eighty degrees. These kids were fellow fans of the tokusatsu genre, and they were always watching the newest Defender episodes. He watched a few as well. No tokusatsu fan under the age of 10 could resist a call to action. "Defending the freedom of the galaxy..." "...from the clutches of the evil empire..." "WE ARE THE DEFENDERS OF JUSTICE!" The kids were all wearing colored Defenders t-shirts that their parents had likely not wanted to buy for them. Being a fan of anime and tokusatsu wasn't exactly socially accepted in a society where it was only a minor part of the culture. The last one wearing a green shirt seemed pretty energetic, though. It brought a smile to his face when he gazed upon the next generation of fans. "Defenders! Is it just to pillage the property of your elders?!" "No, sir!" "No, sir!" "No, sir!" "Good, then I'll be giving this back to that scruffy old man over there. Now run along and do the Defenders proud with good deeds and community service!" "Yes, sir!" "Yes, sir!" "Yes, sir!" Ah, impressionable youths. It was good to see them obsessing over something with morals. Too many kids nowadays were turning to drugs, violence and various other appalling outlets for their energy. Society as a whole had begun to decline, while still progressing forward. It was a contradiction, but it was also life. He took the katana from the kids and gestured them to run along. After they did so, he was approached by the large man that had been chasing after them. He handed back the katana as the man glared at him. Out of nowhere, he received the oddest job offer. "Young man! YOU HAVE THE WILL OF A WARRIOR! You are now my disciple! I will craft you into the finest hero that those children will ever see!" The burly man placed the katana inside the sheath hooked to the ribbon that he had fashioned as a belt. "What?" "You will become a professional suit actor, trained in the fighting arts for the sake of authenticity. From this point forward, you will be working for the DSK Corporation. I am Kitamura Musashibou, your new master. You will always refer to me as Sensei until you have graduated from the academy of HOTBLOODED SPIRIT! Now come with me, I will show you the depth of my strength so that one day you may succeed me." The eccentric man walked over to a car and broke the window. He unlocked the door from outside and opened it. A look of dread washed over the young man's face as he watched his sensei crouch down and hotwire a car. He hadn't known the man for even five minutes before he had become an accessory to car theft. After the man was finished, he gestured his newfound disciple to go around and get in on the other side. "Hey! That's a crime! You can't go around stealing cars!" "You...ARE YOU TALKING BACK TO YOUR SENSEI WITHOUT EVEN REFERRING TO HIM AS SENSEI?! Such insolence! In the name of justice, I am borrowing this car in order to train a new hero for these people. Your existence is their repayment. When it comes to justice of the heart, laws, morals and ethics are all meaningless. That is your first lesson! What feels right is normally right. HOWEVER! It is also always wrong. Like yin and yang, you must center yourself between this contradiction before the path of righteousness will open up before you. Now get in before someone calls the cops!" The young man was taken aback and appalled by the guts this man had. And yet...at the same time...it seemed like this man was serious. No, he was more than serious; he was capable of doing it. This man could turn him into one of the heroes he used to admire so much. With a fire lit in the depths of his soul, the young man ran around and entered the passenger side of the car. Before he even had the chance to sit down, they sped off towards the city. "AAAH!" His leg was hanging out and barely missing being torn off by the passing objects. He managed to pull it in before a telephone pole severed it, but the experience terrified him. He turned to the driver only to see that he was staring at the young man with a burning glare. He wasn't even watching the road... "H-HEY! WATCH WHERE YOU'RE DRIVING!" "DON'T TALK BACK TO YOUR SENSEI! You puny wimp, men should revel in the thrill of risking what is precious! Screaming like a girl when only your leg is at risk brings shame to your master. I have failed you! When we get there, your training will now be twice as hard!" "H-hey...why are we yelling? And what training? I'm just a convenience store clerk. I don't know anything about training." The car sped forward, Musashibou silent all the while. The young man didn't risk another life-endangering glare, and so the rest of the ride went pretty smoothly. The countryside dirt roads turned into concrete city streets. Building grew taller and taller until they were driving in the heart of the urban jungle. They eventually stopped at one of the taller building with the name "DSK Corporation" on a sign out front. "Get out and go inside." The young man did as he was told, walking up to the doors of the building. They were tinted black, and he couldn't see a single thing inside. The car behind him drove off to parts unknown as the doors before him opened. Walking inside, all he could see was darkness. At first, he thought that this was some sort of abduction plot. He began to fear for his life. That is, until a voice boomed out from all around him. "Get in the elevator!" "What elevator?!" The elevator doors opened up right in front of him, revealing a dimly lit space with flickering lights. He stepped inside and the doors closed behind him. There was a seat with a seatbelt on it, and he could only guess what it was for. Before something crazy happened again, he buckled himself in. "Aha! Now you're getting it! Elevator SHOOT!" The elevator began to rise slowly. For the moment, everything seemed fine. There was still a sinking feeling in the young man's gut, and it soon became a reality. After rising up for a ways, the elevator shot downward. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" The elevator finally stopped, but the young man had been traumatized. His entire life had flashed right before his very eyes...his life of mediocrity. The only remaining thought was that he couldn't die yet, not after having accomplished nothing. "HEY! I told you not to scream like a little girl! We're going to have to work on that. But first, allow me to introduce myself again. I am Kitamura Musashibou, President of the DSK Corporation!" The lights lit up the room. It was huge, to say the least. The vast expanse of space was filled with a waterfall, grassy plains, boulders and just about everything else one would expect in a training area for martial artists. The young man was awestruck, his eyes wide in amazement. It was all so amazing. "Here is the training area for the Dynamic Space Knights. From this point forward, you are Dynamic Space Knight Excellion. We are an organization of masked vigilantes that operate under the guise of mere tokusatsu suit actors and actresses. You are the youngest of all my disciples, and they are all leagues ahead of you. HOWEVER! You show promise! I will be training you until you can master the technique of techniques: Meikyo Shisui. You may also call it the 'Clear Tranquility of Water.' It is a state of mind that all martial artists seek to attain. When your mind becomes like both a clear mirror, reflecting your opponent's movements, and a tranquil sea, able to flow freely across the battlefield, you will have attained a power that qualifies you to become one of my successors. BEHOLD!" The burly man turned to the boulder he was standing next to. Taking a deep breath, he shifted his arms. It looked as if he were slowly dancing. It confused and intrigued the young man. "HA!" With a single palm thrust, his hand struck the rock dead center. And...nothing happened. After waiting a few moments, a crack began to appear. And then another. And then another. Suddenly the rock split in two and exploded backwards. "No way...that's impossible!" "Haha, of course it is. It's just rigged so that a proper utilization of Meikyo Shisui will have explosive results. While the technique itself did not destroy the boulder, without the technique one would not be able to destroy this boulder. Understand?!" "Y-yes sir!" "Now enter the chamber to your left and suit up. Your training begins RIGHT NOW! MOVE MOVE MOVE!" The young man rushed into the chamber he was directed towards, only to find countless costumed awaiting him. They were all styled after masked tokusatsu heroes. He browsed around and finally found a red one. Its mask had horizontal slits revealing a pair of large "eyes." This would become his costume. This would transform him into Dynamic Space Knight Excellion. While there was nothing overly supernatural or reality-defying about what had happened, the turn of events and the man with such indomitable spirit led him to believe that he was actually the star of his own REAL tokusatsu adventure. His chest swelled with pride, until a loud roar from behind him made his heart almost burst forth. It frightened him, but in a good way. This was the very thrill he had sought without ever knowing it until now. "I will become...Dynamic Space Knight Excellion!" The impatient man stomped the ground behind him. "Your name! Before you put the costume on, tell me your name!" "Oh, sorry about that. I completely forgot to introduce myself. I'm-"
	Trombe Override! Real men pilot fairies and ride each other.
Shin Kogetsu	Jul 4 2009, 11:01 AM Post #4
Fresh Posts: 35 Group: Members Member #3,766 Joined: June 18, 2009	Excellion Chronicles: Origins Scenario: DaiKamen, Ryoma's persona during his first adventure in the Digital World, reflects on how he began walking his path before unleashing his manly passion upon an unsuspecting intruder Setting: Realm ??? "HA!" The man thrust his palm out at the air, attacking an enemy that wasn't there. No, it was still there, but he was unable to inflict any harm upon it. The enemy was an amalgam of his own fear and doubts. The path of Meikyo Shisue...he had fallen far from it. Meeting the man who had taught him was only the beginning of his tragic destiny. To call it destiny, however, would imply that he was meant for greater things. No...there was nothing great about him. All of his former skill and confidence had been buried in the mud of despair. "Master, even now, I cannot protect anything. I've failed you again and again. I know that you could never forgive me, so I take solace in knowing that you will never find out. I may die here in this place, and the stain upon your legacy named Excellion will fade away with time. HU!" The man's leg shot up, a kick striking at the air that had shifted directions. The towel over his hair was being blown back. Before his face could be revealed, even to the emptiness before him, he covered it with his hand and closed his eyes. With the other hand he grabbed the towel and walked over to where he had left his costume. The wind settled down for the moment and he picked up the costume with the hand that had been holding the towel. DaiKamen quickly slipped it on. Taking off the cloth over his head, he once again donned the identity of Dynamic Digidestined V. This was who he was now. A man with both nothing and everything to lose. While his spirit compelled him to continue onward, he knew that the rekindling of his existence in the world would only burden him with even more pain and shame. He had lost his ability to center himself, if he had ever even acquired it in the first place. He never bothers to delve into his past, the memories too painful to bear. This serene place offered him comfort, but he could not stay there forever. There was much to be done. The villains of this world were wreaking havoc even now, oppressing the creatures that inhabited this world. "Sensei, I'll be going to fight again. I've already stopped screaming like a girl. The me that stands here now has come so far from the me that you trained a few years back. While I may be a failure, I'll still try to protect what must be protected using all that you've taught me. Please watch over me." The masked man walked away towards whatever fat may await him. In his mind, the ever present feeling of loss still tore away at his heart like a ravenous beast. This pain, it felt as if it would never disappear. Before he even had time to take a breather he was confronted by a lone warrior that resembled a karakuri puppet. He began walking toward Dynamic Digidestined X and chuckled. "Kekeke, so a human has stumbled upon my training grounds. This area, with its plentiful grass and dense forests, ALL BELONG TO ME!" The Arbormon snarled as it settled into a fighting stance. As another hand to hand combat Digimon, this became a match where skill mattered the most. DaiKamen may not have been a spirit warrior for long, but he didn't intend to let this foe underestimate the human resolve. Unlike a Digimon, who could evolve as needed and become all powerful, humans had to sharpen their minds and hone their bodies through hard work and guts. In terms of effort, he had put in far more than the one claiming this land as his own. To lose to one who wore the guise of a spirit without the heart of a hero...such a thing would not be allowed! Pulling out his manual, DaiKamen began to flip through the pages searching for what he was looking for. "Aha! Here it is. Arbormon, Spirit of Nature. All of your abilities are recorded in the section detailing the various spirits that grant their power to humans who enter this world. With this knowledge, I can defeat you!" "Ha ha ha, you silly human. I'm far stronger than you think! I've been training since before you traitors even came here! And you...you're JUST A HUMAN! HA HA HA HA!" In response, DaiKamen reached for his belt and pulled the D-Gear out of its holster. Thrusting it outward towards Arbormon, gesturing a challenge to the intruder, he then slammed it down into the top of the upside-down bat shaped belt buckle. The eyes lit up as it belted out a hot-blooded battle cry. "Ignition!" DaiKamen punched the air with his left fist, summoning an erratic stream of fiery data that circled around his hand. He thrust his hand down towards his right side. The masked man swung his arm back towards the left and upwards until it was level with his shoulders. A series of shining red lines spread across the entirety of his costume as the D-Scanner program activated the Human Spirit of Fire. "HENSHIN!" From the lines burst forth a whirlwind of flames, completely engulfing the masked man and burning away the grass surrounding his feet. From within the whirlwind a pair of glowing yellow eyes could be seen flickering along with the flames that concealed them. A loud voice, deeper than the one DaiKamen had been using up until now, burst outward and echoed throughout the battlefield. "Dynamic Digidestined V HAS ARRIVED! Standing above Heaven and Earth, I rain down divine judgment upon the villains of this land. Prepare yourself!" Clenching his fists, DaiKamen crossed his arms in front of his chest. In one swift motion, he thrust them both down and to his side, bending his elbows at a right angle. The force of the motion caused the whirlwind to erupt and spread embers throughout the air. The wind was burning. It was burning with the passion of a man walking the path of one without purpose. No, that wasn't quite true anymore. These were the flames of his heart, a display of his great passion. His purpose, now and forever, was to fight for what he believed to be righteous. Even if his path led him down into the depths of hell, he would walk it no matter how much it burned. That was the kind of stubborn man he was. "That appearance...AGNIMON! You, how dare you use that form! Your existence brings shame to all of the spirits! For a human to use their power is unforgivable. I'll tear that spirit right out of you!" Both Arbormon and Agnimon charged towards each other, jumping into the air and thrusting one of their legs forward. Their two feet collided before they pushed off of one another and continued attacking. DaiKamen saw this as his chance. He just needed to burn that Nature Digimon to a crisp. "Dynamic Punch!" (Real Attack: Burning Salamander) The flames engulfed his arms before a quick one-two punch sent two fireballs hurtling towards Arbormon. The foe chuckled once again, unleashing his own attack. "Now it's my turn. Machinegun Dance!" His leg began to spin like a drill before he fired it off on a rope. Swinging his limb around, he brought it across to swipe at the fireballs. Both of them were extinguished in an instant. "Impossible!" The leg returned to him, only to be swung again. It lashed out at a startled DaiKamen and struck him square in the abdomen. He crashed into the ground with the wind knocked out of him. This Digimon's attacks were more powerful than his. If that was true, he had to get creative. He darted forward towards where the Arbormon was about to land. However, before he could even spin for a kick to the face, he was assaulted once again. "Blockade Seed!" Out of Arbormon's mouth came a seed. "Agh!" It struck DaiKamen and exploded, wrapping him in vines. This didn't seem like a very effective attack, at least until he tried to break free. As much as he struggled, the vines wouldn't break. Even worse, it seemed like the vines were getting even stronger. He felt exhausted and collapsed on one knee. These vines...they were draining away his strength. He looked up at Arbormon only to be met with a roundhouse kick to the face. "UWAH!" DaiKamen tumbled across the grassy ground for a ways before coming to a stop. He looked up to see the Arbormon preparing for another attack. This couldn't be happening. After all that training, all that hard work, he was going to lose here to some punk upstart who thought training grounds were mere property. These lands were the soul of a martial artist! "Ha ha ha, you're finished. Machinegun Dance!" Arbormon's arms began to spin. He launched them towards DaiKamen. After being hit, he was pummeled again and again by Arbormon, who was using them like whips. With each strike, a cracking noise could be heard. It was probably his bones being broken. Data and blood splashed everywhere as the beating continued. His strength continued to be drained, leaving him defenseless. Everything began to fade, eventually being swallowed by darkness. When he opened them again, a familiar scene was playing out before him. He watched onward from afar, a mere ghost observing his own memories "I will be training you until you can master the technique of techniques: Meikyo Shisui. You may also call it the 'Clear Tranquility of Water.' It is a state of mind that all martial artists seek to attain. When your mind becomes like both a clear mirror, reflecting your opponent's movements, and a tranquil sea, able to flow freely across the battlefield, you will have attained a power that qualifies you to become one of my successors. BEHOLD!" The burly man turned to the boulder he was standing next to. Taking a deep breath, he shifted his arms. It looked as if he were slowly dancing. It confused and intrigued the young man. "HA!" With a single palm thrust, his hand struck the rock dead center. And...nothing happened. After waiting a few moments, a crack began to appear. And then another. And then another. Suddenly the rock split in two and exploded backwards. "YOU DUMBASS!" The burly man's attention shifted to the lingering DaiKamen, who looked on with nostalgia. "HEY, I'M TALKING TO YOU! That wimpy attitude is what stops you from ever becoming greater than you already are! There is no such thing as impossible to an ally of justice! Unless you realize that, you'll never be anything more than a loser!" "What can I do...I'm outclassed and overpowered..." "Get mad! Get angry! Use the burning rage of the beast inside of you! Or are you fine getting killed like this? I'll be sure to give Natsume your regards. I'll be seeing her soon with you out of the picture. HA HA HA HA!" "W-what?" Images flashed before his eyes. The barrel of a gun as a bullet burst out of it, a bloody young girl lying lifeless on the ground, the laughing faces of men who seemed all too familiar, and the scowl of a master disappointed by his pupil. It didn't mean much to anyone else, but these images were symbols of the memories that could drive a sane man to madness. Gritting his teeth, DaiKamen clenched his fist until a trickle of blood began to drip down onto the floor of the training area. With manly tears in his eyes, he charged forward. He would kill him, Kitamura Musashibou, with his bare hands. For what that man had done, it was far too great a burden for him to bear. "UWOOOOOOOOH!" "What the- it can't be!" "HAAAAAAA!" A blazing inferno engulfed DaiKamen and knocked away the Arbormon much to its surprise. This anger, this rage, it was one of the most primal and powerful emotion that humans had. By tapping into the darkness in his heart, he endured the pain and lost himself in his power. The vines disintegrated in the fiery storm. The shadow of a figure could be seen flickering as it stood up. Its eyes were no longer yellow, but a jet black with crimson pupils. No words escaped its lips. It only watched the Arbormon, as if telling the Digimon that he had already lost. "No! Even if you get back up again, I'll just knock you back down! MACHINEGUN DANCE!" Arbormon began spinning his leg before launching it once again at his fiery foe. As soon as the leg hit the cyclone surrounding those dark eyes, it...stopped! The flames retreated it a bit to reveal a hand grasping the leg tightly and preventing it from spinning any further. With a loud roar, the warrior of flame pulled it back and dragged Arbormon towards him. "This isn't martial arts! You bastard, what the hell are you doing?! Machinegun Dance!" The second leg burst outward, but it was too late. Agnimon ducked under it as he spun around, dragging the caught leg with him. He pulled hard, sending the Arbormon swinging sideways into the air. The raging beast of a digimon uttered a single word. "Dynamic..." Flames burst forth from Agnimon's entire body as he jumped and spun into the air. The flames spread outward as Arbormon was reeled in with his own leg. Agnimon had created a giant fiery tornado that swallowed Arbormon in its fierce rotation. "No! NO! AAAAHH! IT BURNS! IT BURNS!" The flames ate away at the Nature Digimon's form, revealing gashes of data where the burns were the most extreme. After a moment of letting agony torture his opponent, the Agnimon let out one more roar. "...TATSUMAKI!" (Real Attack: Salamander Break) Amidst the chaos a single figure flew threw the air and delivered a spinning roundhouse kick to Arbormon's face to repay him. The burning kick caused the flames to erupts as Arbormon was sent sprawling into the rocky wall near a waterfall, a must for any martial artist training outdoors. Scarred and injured almost to the point of passing out, the wood Digimon collapsed and cursed the human who would pose such a challenge. He wouldn't let it end like this, not until he put that human in his place. The humans who had betrayed them were nothing but scum that needed to be wiped from the face of their world. Even if they were chosen to return and fight for the Digimon, his prejudice would not disappear so easily. Struggling to stand up, Arbormon let out a loud roar and shouted up towards the sky. "Arbormon, Slide Evolution!" The Arbormon burst into a sea of data. It coiled around itself and took the shape of an entirely new Digimon, this one more like a beast than a human. As the data solidified, it revealed a created that looked like the offspring of a tree and a lizard. "Petaldramon!" Agnimon landed on the ground as he watched Petaldramon stick his giant tail into the soil. Ignoring everything, even his own safety and the signs of an incoming attacking, DaiKamen charged forward with a beastly roar. It almost seemed as if he had become a beast as well. The Petaldramon was expecting this. It stood up on its hind legs. The leaves around its neck began to rotate intensely. "Leaf Cyclone!" A pair of twin tornadoes erupted from the plant lizard's nostrils. Caught off guard, Agnimon was swept up into the air by them and cut repeatedly by the leaves darting violently around within. He was flung further into the air before he fell back down to earth. "Thousand Spike!" Countless thorny vines burst forth from the ground to meet DaiKamen halfway. It was like falling forward onto a bed of spikes. The fire digimon coughed up blood and began to flicker. He exploded into data that flew through the air around him. DaiKamen had no choice but to lay their, bleeding out and facing his own mortality. His rage exhausted, he was fully conscious for a mere few seconds before his body became limp and lifeless. "HA HA HA HA! Oh boy, you stupid disciple, your foolish struggles always amuse me. Charging a foe head on without even knowing the first thing about him, it's as if you've forgotten all of my teachings. Come on, stand up and give it one more go!" "Shove off. I'm not humoring a near-death hallucination anymore..." "Ho ho! I'll be seeing you soon, kid." Even if his life was over, DaiKamen didn't feel too bad about it. As a matter of fact, it actually felt pretty good. No more worries, no more fighting, no more memories to torment him. Whatever happened to him, it would still be bliss. His mouth formed a smile, even while a stream of blood dripped down into his mask. All his concerns left him, clearing his mind of everything. In his half-dead state, the illusion dispelled, he glanced once more at the Petaldramon that had prepared him like a kabob. He could see the Petaldramon still alert, tense as if he were ready to attack again. His body felt so light, as if it were made of air. This feeling...this tranquil feeling that reflected the presence of his opponent...it was definitely that. Meikyo Shisui. One more time, just one more time, he formed his resolve to fight. It was for neither pride nor vengeance. To witness the depth of his own soul, he wanted to experience it for himself: the Clear Tranquility of Water. "Look at you, such a lowly creature who dares to challenge the mighty Arbormon. Looks like you still got some life left in you. I can fix that." The living vines whipped around and threw DaiKamen, fluctuating data and all, back up into the air. "Leaf Cyclone!" A pair of violent winds shot forth from the lizard and engulfed Dynamic Digidestined V. Even while the leaves were shredding apart his costume, he felt no pain whatsoever. Either from the adrenaline rush of being on the verge of death, or possibly some greater spiritual awakening, everything seemed to move in slow motion. It was as if he could see the data itself shifting to create the events unfolding. This was likely another hallucination, but at that point it didn't really matter. His will had broken through its limit. The symbol for the Human Spirit of Flame appeared on his left hand and began to shine intensely. As if responding to this signal, the erratic created its own cyclone that surrounded DaiKamen. The data soon turned to flame. Spinning in the same direction that the twisters were, the enemy's wind attack was swept up and fed on by the flames, feeding off of the oxygen in the attack to grant Agnimon a temporary power boost. This power was a combination of the two attacks, a strength that surpassed both Agnimon and Arbormon. The spinning cyclone of flames began to burn with a purple hue. The flames concentrated themselves around the spirit warrior's arms. He slammed his two hands together, causing the two opposing elements of the attack to collide with one another. Spreading his hands back out revealed a small spherical blue fireball. "Arbormon, I no longer hold any grudge against you. However, this training ground belongs to all who wish to enlighten themselves. To keep it to yourself betrays the very art of fighting. From this battle, I hope that you may gain new insight into your own power and how it should be used. Shinryuu Burning Salamander..." Arbormon couldn't accept such a thing. There was no way that he would let a mere human creatively heighten his abilities to such a level. It wasn't normal! Defeated Digimon were supposed to stay defeated. It didn't make sense, and, more importantly, it would lead to his defeat! He made one last ditch effort, with his wind attack rendered useless, to strike down the annoyingly persistent and nonsensical human. Petaldramon pulled his tail out of the ground and sent it speeding upwards to skewer the flame warrior once and for all. "Thousand Spike!" Agnimon lightly tossed the blue fireball up into the air and turned around. As it fell down towards the ground, he spun around and delivered a flaming roundhouse kick to the Shinryuu Burning Salamander. "...BREAK!" The fireball rocketed downwards towards the Petaldramon like a speeding bullet. It collided with the tail and just kept on going, obliterating the Digimon as it went. After bursting through the tail it impacted Petaldramon. The plant digimon was violently knocked onto his back as the Shinryuu Burning Salamander Break exploded in his face. The entirety of the lizard was engulfed in a giant blue dome of fire. The flames dissipated to reveal a scorched and severely injured Arbormon. Agnimon was not only half as powerful, but also a stage below his opponent. Even an attack at that level would still only cripple an enemy for the moment. Agnimon landed and walked over to him. "This is your weakness, the weakness of one who lacks a hot-blooded righteous spirit. Learn from your mistake and travel the path of a hero from this point forward! Ghck..." Agnimon collapsed into the waterfall, sending steam billowing out from the water. He surfaced again as a beaten, battered, skewered and half dead Dynamic Digidestined V. The water carried him away as the Arbormon watched silently. "Dynamic Digidestined V...what the hell kind of name is that?" It was like he was floating on clouds. Dynamic Digidestined V was at peace...until he was plucked from the water and carried inside a hut. Everything became fuzzy for a long while, but he awakened to see Natsume looking over him. Joy swelled up with in him, and he pounced on her. "Natsume! You're here! Oh god, I've missed you so much!" "Um, who are you? Have we met before?" DaiKamen couldn't believe his ears. After all this time, he'd finally been reunited with Natsume only to have her say such hurtful things. He looked at here with manly tears in his eyes. And then his jaw dropped in awe. "I'm Fairymon, nice to meet you. I patched you up after you floated here in the river. Don't move too much or you'll die, okay?" She spoke so cheerfully of things that were no laughing matter. While she looked nothing like Natsume, her personality was so familiar. He began to understand why his eyes had betrayed him. His heart recognized the similarities immediately. But even so, there was no time for him to be resting. He had a much grander destiny to fulfill. "Thank you for everything...my mask! Where is my mask? And where is my costume?!" "Well I couldn't bandage your wounds with that bulky thing in the way. I took it off and put it over there, along with that strange mask. Hey, human, what is tha-" Fairymon was beginning to point downward at the object of her interest, but the unmasked DaiKamen grabbed her hand before she could finish. "Humans are different from Digimon, and let's leave it at that." The Fairymon looked at him with a weird gaze before giving him a backhand slap across the face. "I was talking about the gadget you were clinging to when you arrived here, you pervert! Get out! Out out out!" "WOAH!" DaiKamen was hurled out of the hut, followed by his costume. He turned to ask for his D-Gear, only to have it make an imprint upon his face. "Sank uuu" He bent down and picked the gadget up, only to realize that he was in the middle of a village without his costume on. He felt so naked, even though he was still covered by boxers. His head was conveniently wrapped in bandages, probably to stop the bleeding from hitting his head on river rocks. He set his mask and D-Gear down in order to put his costume back on. Next was the mask, and finally the D-Gear. Back in his shredded and bloodied battle attire, the masked man departed from the village with the same dirty looks from the bar targeting his back. He had felt that this ordeal had only strengthened him. Like a few characters in a work of fiction, near death experiences were the key to his power. Or rather, they were the end result of his attempt to acquire power. Either way, his legacy of getting the crap beaten out of himself continued. He grabbed the D-Gear and opened the map. Selecting his location, he made a note for it. "Known as a pervert - Never return" Having defended the training ground that had become the only place where he could relax, DaiKamen once again set out on his journey. Edited by Shin Kogetsu, Jul 4 2009, 11:06 AM.
	Trombe Override! Real men pilot fairies and ride each other.
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