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 Posted: Tue Dec 15, 2009 12:37 pm
Draco listened as he followed behind the cat, trying to keep up with her, the weaving pattern she ran in didn't help him much. He listened as she explained the royal family. He smiled to himself, so he knew who he should fight with if he wanted to improve. Chaos would love that. He grinned. "Hmm... I guess he has some prestige around here, but I am not one of you. So to me he is a nut." he answered, more to attack the royal family then to make a point.
Draco was almost tripped as the Gatomon rubbed against his leg, it seemed even cat digimon had a tendency to get under foot when they weren't wanted. He smiled down at the adorable digimon. He reached down to pet the cat, rubbing it behind its ear. He watched as the egg rolled towards him. "Hmm. I wonder what he is..." he thought out loud, picking up the egg to examine it.
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Posted: Tue Dec 15, 2009 1:53 pm
The Gatomon licked her paw, eyeing Draco as he picked up the egg and examined it´s soft shell. The egg moved slightly, as if the being within it tried to get closer to Draco.
The cat smirked
“That would be an Impmon. He´s been here for ages. It is one of the ´servitude´ digimons given to the slaves under Beelzemon. I am sure that you have already met Kaya´s Lucemon, he is the heir to the demon lords throne and was given to Kaya by Lord Lucemon himself as a servitude digimon, a prize given to the strongest followers”
The cat sprang over and then climbed the shelf’s until she was peering down at Draco from high above, tail flicking back and forth with no purpose. The golden tail ring given to her by the angels seemed silver instead of gold and the symbols on it were dark, so unlike normal Gatomons
“I find it rather disgusting how Our Lord gave his son away so easily, but the kid was a mishap after all. Lucemon got Lillithmon pregnant and we all know how much of a mother SHE is”
The cat sneered, clearly not thinking much of the demon lord
“I had to raise the little twerp myself, and see how that ended? His best friend is a Meramon who likes fights and motorcycles more than actual work ,and despite that he ended up with the personality of an angel and the soul of a teenage girl”
The white feline shook her furry head with a tired huff, but it was easy to see she was fond of the young digimon no matter what she said, there was an old and caring light in her purple eyes, the eyes of a mother.
The Gatomon placed her paw on the egg next to her and rocked it softly, as if lulling it to sleep, her gaze however, didn't leave Draco for more than a second
"But enough about my children.. I do not meet tamers from the outside world often, I want to knwo more about this ´Draco´ Kaya told me about. You are a dark tamer, yes?"
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Posted: Tue Dec 15, 2009 2:06 pm
Draco placed the egg back on the table, suddenly uninterested in the Impmon egg. He turned to look at the cat, following its movements around the room. He blinked, suddenly wondering why a Gatomon was here, if it was truly evil won't it be a BlackGatomon? He gave up such thoughts, the point was it was here.
He nodded as Lucemon was mentioned, a small shiver ran through his body, he was still a little freaked out by the Angelic Demon.
Draco was starting to think there was more to this Gatomon then met the eye. He looked up as he was called darker, he grinned. His smile turning Dragonic. "I am not Dark. Nor am I Light." He answered. "I fight for myself and I will do anything to get what I want." He thought about what he had said. "Hmm... that doesn't sound right. That sounds far to dark. I guess that I have no alinement is a little more accurate. I will follow only to get what I want, and not because I agree with your ideas." Draco still didn't like what he said, he seemed far to evil.
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Posted: Wed Dec 16, 2009 9:28 am
The Gatomon snickered softly, eyes narrowing in amusement as Draco described himself to her
“That sounds even worse, you sound like a dark tamer. Is fighting against anyone who stands in your way not dark in itself? Does disregard for anyone who dares oppose you make you evil? Perhaps not, but dark.. well..”
The cat ended the sentence there, it seemed hollow as she left it in the air.
Something was left out… unspoken..
She did not seem to mind.
The lights above flickered briefly as one of the bulbs died out, the sudden hiss of broken metal and cracked glass was the only warning Draco and Gatomon had before the bulb landed on the floor with a loud clank.
The feline digimon groaned, batting at air as if she wanted to hit the damn thing but the champion digimon was too far away to touch the object, the name ´Wizardmon´ popped up among the words she hissed at the cursed thing, he was- apparently, the unfortunate soul who had to fix it.
A few moments passed, some of the eggs moved briefly but fell silent once more.
“I swear those damned things never last more than a few days when the clown is inhere, he knows he´s doing it too I know it!”
The cat landed on the floor with a heavy growl, tail flicking back and forth in annoyance
“Whatever.. Boy, You got thumbs, be a dear and grab Piedmons egg along with the purple one under it. Those stubborn bastards refuse to hatch on their own..”
A whispered ´spoiled children´ left Gatomons lips as she made her way towards the door
“.. I would ask you to roll them down to Kimeramon, but seeing as she already tried to eat you today I believe it is best that you bring them to Kaya so she can take them there herself”
The cat looked over her shoulder, purple gaze meeting Draco´s brown eyes as she waved her tail towards a shelf containing a white and black egg with card symbols all over it and a single red heart in the middle. The shell seemed to glow, as if the light cast upon the hard surface was deflected.
It was clearly the container of something dark… something evil
“Deal?”
The cats eyes glittered, her lips curved into a dangerous smirk as if she knew something Draco didn’t.
She sat down, washing a paw as she waited patiently for Draco to pick up the egg that seemed to glow with an inner darkness.
(I am sorry but I forgot what Draco´s eye color is.. Brown just seemed to fit somehow, I shall correct the color as soon as I know what the real color is )
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Posted: Wed Dec 16, 2009 12:54 pm
(I think they are more Purple... I can't really tell from the picture. So don't worry about it.)
Draco still shook his head. "I would say then I am a mercenary. If you pay me I will fight what ever and for who ever you want. Otherwise good luck." He decided, ignoring the cats own argument that he indeed was dark, he still though of himself as neutral.
Draco nodded at the Gatomon, picking up the two eggs. He had heard some stories that when you picked up an egg he could fell the goodness or darkness of the digimon inside. He felt nothing. Maybe he just wasn't sensitive to it.
(I am sorry it is so short. But I seem to have a small bit of writers block at the moment.)
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Posted: Wed Dec 16, 2009 4:31 pm
Immediately, Dynasmon and Crusadermon were out of Richter's digivice, holding the gap between the two tamers. "That'll be enough from the two of you." He grunted. "Celia, if you wouldn't mind, I'd like to go with Kaya....Besides, I'd rather just be on equal terms with MetalSeadramon than any other way." He said with a chuckle. "Kaya?" He asked, expecting her to show him to wherever his quarters were.
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Posted: Sun Dec 20, 2009 1:37 pm
(Warning, there will be horror and blood in this post so If you dont like that kind of thing- dont-read-it. Thank you )
Gatomon nodded thoughtfully, eyeing Draco as he picked up the two eggs. She smiled rather suddenly, seemingly satisfied with something and then walked out the door with a soft purr. The light dimmed and faded, leaving the nursery in total darkness when the two occupants left. The door closed behind Draco with a hollow, rusty sound that seemed too sinister for something as innocent as an incubation room.
But then again. what could possibly be innocent in a castle of darkness?
The hallways seemed endless as Gatomon and Draco walked trough strange worlds and scenarios, one of the hallways was filled with all kinds of strange objects, bats in jars, spleens, rat tails and the like and a rusty metal door left open just a crack showed some kind of lab with a sickening green light, Gatomon made sure they left that hallway quickly.
One of the hallways had an open door which seemed to lead into another much smaller hallway covered entirely in ice and frost, like an ice cave. Gatomon turned to Draco as they passed and whispered ´Blaise´ as if that explained everything, before they went trough yet another door, this one made of bars instead of wood, and entered a giant hall with a tall ceiling. Strange twisted trees grew out of the marble floor and flying digimons of all kinds sat in their crowns, screeching as the two beings walked trough the bird cage and then exited into something even stranger... and darker.
The dark manor like hallway with red and gold walls in french renaissance style was broken and strange, as if no one had walked these halls for centuries, and the soft red floor below was covered in a fine layer of dust only broken by pools of something that looked like dried blood. The feline paused briefly, looking back at Draco as she whispered in a soft voice that was barely there in the strange silence “This is the Blood Barons hallway, it leads to the ghost tower, the royal hallway and to the plant crossing. Stay close, don’t trust your ears or eyes, and if anything transparent touches you..”
She stared walking again at this, pawed feet leaving tiny prints in the dust as she wandered down the dark path
“..Run like hell”
She continued down the dark hallway, watched by the lifelike eyes of dusty portraits on the walls, some of men and women from times long gone, some of scenarios from the most obscene nightmares, a beautiful lady gathering flower in her garden, not seeing the snakes and spiders crawling all over her skin, the young man standing proudly near the mast of his ship while a horrifying creature with limbs like a frog and blood red eyes lurks below the ocean surface, the two children playing in their room, rather innocently, while blood drips from the stumps that used to be their hands and the bloody knifes protrudes from their teddy bears stomachs.
Who ever painted the bizarre things must have been mad; utterly mad.
Red fabric hung from the ceiling like waterfalls of blood and some of them lay on the floor, soaked on blood and dark fluid; still fresh and glowing in the dim light. Some of the heaps moved softly before freezing once more as Gatomon and Draco walked by, then moved like living beings, fighting to escape confinement with muttered groans and soft wails.
´Let me out, let me out please, please, oh god´
Torches and the flames from these were all that lit up the strange unnatural part of the spiral castle, but the shadows still seemed dark and suffocating, creeping around the light and waiting like predator.
A french table, with beautiful carvings and a strange twisted angel figurine on it´s smooth wooden surface, tipped over just as Draco passed it. The figure broke into tiny pieces; All except the head, which rolled across the floor with tiny clicks until it stopped at the boys feet.
It was a girl, a blond, and her mouth was frozen in the middle of a scream, her eyes filled with absolute horror… it seemed much too real..
So strange... little angel why are you screaming.. what´s wrong?
“Don’t look at it”
Gatomons voice was sharp, loud suddenly, and Draco found himself just as suddenly, on his knees reaching for the figurine pieces while the eggs lay next to him on one of the red carpets. The swirls of roses and screaming faces around his knees gazed up at him from their confinement in the fabric and after realizing that he had cut his fingers while gathering the angels pieces, something; perhaps fear or disgust, swirled through his belly. He picked the eggs up again and followed the cat once more, keeping his eyes on the floor this time while Gatomons voice offered slight comfort amidst the horror and insanity around him. His fingers were still bleeding but not much
“Not even Kaya enters this hallway, she tried once and only made it out because of Muerte.. That’s her Phantomon.. He saved her. The other tamers dare not come here, this place has driven many tamers to insanity or lead them to their deaths. only Blaise, me, Myotismon and the ghosts can get in and out of here in one piece”
They passed a mirror. It was old, cracked at the bottom and hung silently in an ornate gold frame, blackened by flames. It showed no reflection of Draco as he stared into it, only the wall behind him..
Then it changed.
A boy, much younger than Draco and shorter as well, threw himself at the mirrors surface, as if he was behind it, in a hallway just like the one Draco himself stood in.There should have been sounds, Draco knew it, but there was only silence and the muttering voice from below the carpets, groaning and pleading.
Blood was dripping from the child’s nose and his pained green eyes were foggy with tears, they dripped down his face and red cheeks while he pounded his broken hands against the mirror, pleading, begging, praying even. He hit the mirror again and again in silence, like a movie with the volume all the way down, until his skin split and bloody handprints appeared where he hit the smooth surface again and again.
Gatomon paused once more, staring up at the boy in the mirror and then at Draco
“His name was Damien, from Brazil I you wanna belive the story books, had a Lobomon if you want to belive the rumours. Damien got lost in the castle 27 years ago and appeared in this mirror a few nights after, he was not a dark tamer, not a light tamer either. Just a lost child who didn’t know where he was and stumbled in by accident “
She stared up at the boy as he leaned against the surface, sobbing and fruitlessly trying to scratch his way out
“He was 6 years old then, just a kid.”
Celia fumed silently, eyes widening in rage at the dismissal before her face turned blank once more and the ice returned to cover her pale blue eyes
“As you wish dear Prince. I shall see you both later”
She turned around and proceeded down the hallway, white hair swaying behind her before she disappeared into the shadows.
Kaya huffed, shaking her head at the other royal and turned to Richter with a shaken smile
“Im so sorry you had to see that Richter. Celia can be… strange sometimes.. Oh well. Let me show you the way to your room, the servants should be done setting it up by now”
The tamer tipped her head towards one of the corridors and led the new prince and his digimons down the carpeted path
“So, did you like the others?”
She asked curiously, seemingly unaffected by her ´cat fight´ only moments before
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Posted: Sun Dec 20, 2009 6:27 pm
(Your warning label isn't so needed for me... this was rather tame in terms of violence.)
Draco looked behind him as the door closed on its own. This place was getting very strange. He looked back, Gatomon getting ahead of him. He quickened his pace to catch up to the cat digimon.
Draco looked around the room, taking in some of the details, this was just like the laboratory of a mad scientist in a horror movie. He shivered a little, something about this place didn't feel right. He continued forward into the room of ice. This castle has way to many rooms. And I still haven't seen any decent arms or armor. He had always enjoyed a traditional castle look. "So who is Blaise?" He asked out loud. Gatomon didn't seem look back at him, continuing on down the hall.
The next room was even worse then the last. The Renaissance was his least favourite time period. Well at least the name was better. He smiled as he started to look around the hall, ignoring the cats warning. He spotted a figure of angel. He moved to get a better look. He jumped as Gatomon called to him. "Hmm? Sorry I just..." He got up, Gatomon had moved on.
The next item he spotted was a mirror, though it was missing his reflection. He looked closer, watching as the image changed, a boy appearing before him. He considered braking the mirror, he figured it would either free the boy or destroy him. Either way he would be better off. He voiced his idea to himself, talking to himself. "Though a cursed mirror would be hard to destroy...."
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Posted: Mon Dec 21, 2009 1:20 pm
( I know but it icks some people, it was meant for the general ´audience´, not you )
Gatomon snarled softly, fur bristling
”Blaise is one of the princes, he´s charmed everyone with his bloody looks but he makes Myotismon seem like an innocent five year old girl; If you catch my drift”
Gatomon stared up at the boy, purple eyes widening slightly at the tamers voiced idea
“You are certainly the first one to come up with such a.. simple idea. It might work..”
She looked up at the boy as he continued his quiet suffering behind the mirror and her eyes softened
“If not, it might end his suffering”
The hallway fell into silence, the moaning stilled all at once. Gatomon did not seemed to notice
“But that is your choice Draco, I am much too small to reach the mirror from the floor, you’re the first human who´ve wanted to help him”
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Posted: Mon Dec 21, 2009 1:37 pm
(Oh well. I just like bragging about that... sorry.)
Draco nodded towards the Gatomon. "He seems like fun. I would like to fight him." He said to himself, flexing his right arm.
Draco shrugged as the Gatomon seemed amazed at his idea. "Hmm? It just seems like it would work." He said again, he stepped towards the mirror, bring his metal hand up and forth, his fist smashing into the mirror, breaking it. He smiled as he shook the glass from his right hand. The gears were a little sensitive if anything go in there. He stepped back to watch the magic, hoping something would happen.
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Posted: Mon Dec 21, 2009 3:43 pm
"Well." Richter began, as he walked down the hallway with Kaya. "They don't seem bad at all....but they REALLY hate this Blaise individual.....they claim that you're 'eating from his hands'...." He said with a chuckle. "If it's at all possible, I'd like to spar with him. He sounds like an interesting opponent." Richter retorted, letting out a laugh.
After a short while of walking, he placed his digimon back into his digivice, realizing that the presence of two X-Royal Knights may have done more than just disturb the Demon digimon of the castle.
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Posted: Fri Dec 25, 2009 3:35 am
It seemed as if the entire hall itself, and everything it it, was holding their breath.. waiting, listening.
The mirror pieces fell to the ground below, hollow sounding as they hit the carpeted floor, raining down like silver tears onto the blood soaked ground below. Gatomon stood, still and frozen a few feet behind, fur bristled and purple eyes wide as she watched the scene unfold. It was a quiet sound at first, the sound of screaming, but it gained strength as the second passed by and soon a strange wind followed it as it reached unbearable levels. The creatures caught in the curtains wailed along with it, but in fear, as they twisted and danced in the wind like butterflies caught in spiderwebs. Gatomon let out a screech of her own as the hurricane wind picked up speed. The cat digimon delicate feline body was not heavy enough to stay earth bound trough the ´storm´ like Draco´s and she started soaring, claws tearing at the carpet as she tried to stand her ground
“WHAT IN MEGADRAMONS NAME IS HAPPENING!!”
The champion digimons voice was barely audible above the howling wind that pushed Draco away from the cracked mirror like a raging Bullmon. The impact was hard enough to send the boy flying a few meters until he hit the other wall. A sudden darkness filled the hallway and for a second, two red eyes stared into Draco´s. A sharp, burning pain shot trough Draco´s flesh arm before both wind and darkness disappeared.
Draco gazed down to his hand, and found a mark there; like a tattoo of some sort, shaped like the head of a wolf and in that same instant he felt a new awareness wake in him, he could feel… someone else, like the echo of another’s presence, he could feel fear and pain that was not his; it threatened to overwhelm him before it subsided and became a soft whisper in his head.
Gatomon gasped, purple eyes locked on something in front of him and he lowered his eyes as well.
A boy…
No. A child.
He was very young, and very pale with bushy blond hair and freckles strewn across his nose and cheeks.
He lay on the floor like a lifeless doll cut from it´s strings, breathing softly in his sleep.
He would have looked just like any normal child.. had it not been for the glowing green data markings spreading from his neck to his face like a tribal tattoo. The glowing squares forming what looked like crude ivy wines and leafs. Gatomon hissed in surprise, mouth dropping open in surprise
“By Azulongmon and all the angels… Draco, he´s .. he´s one of them. A ´Half blood´!”
(Congratz Draco. You just unlocked a ´secret plot line´. Seems like the era of the half bloods has begun already. You don’t know what this is for yet but remember these-
Gabumon, Labramon, Strabimon. And remember, it´s not necessarily binding if you don’t want it to)
Kaya frowned as she looked at Richter
“Blaise? Oh no you must have misunderstood, they love Blaise. You won’t find a truer gentleman in this castle. He is very kind”
The ginger smiled softly, clearly recalling something as she stared up towards the ceiling
“..and strong”
Her gaze shifted once more, this time to Richter
“I’m not sure he would battle you tough, he doesn’t like fighting people he doesn’t know. I tried a one on one battle against him once but I believe he let me win on purpose.. Oh, here we are!”
Kaya gestured towards a door, all oak and incredibly heavy as she pushed it open and walked into the giant room…
(Since it is your room you get to decided how it looks)
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Posted: Fri Dec 25, 2009 4:55 am
Draco wondered if by braking the mirror he even did anything. It shouldn't be a mirror any more, so what ever curse was holding it should have been broken. Then it hit him, the wind that is. He was picked up as easily as a leaf, and tossed around like a ragdoll. He braced for impact as he felt the wall collide with his back. It didn't feel like anything was broken, but still that wasn't a pleasant sound.
As the wind died down, he felt something burned into his arm, a tattoo.
Draco looked up as Gatomon mentioned the Half Bloods. He gasped. "The Half Bloods! I can't believe it." After a few moments he asked. "What is a Half blood?"
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Posted: Sat Dec 26, 2009 2:46 pm
Richter walked slowly into the grandiose room; a large chandelier with purple flames hung from the ceiling, complimenting the purple silk streamers that flowed endlessly around the room. The bed had a sort of roof on it, with four pillars holding it in place on the corners of the bed. The curtain shading the bed was gold, while the bedspread was of the finest purple silk. The floor had European crafted tiles, each a new mix of purple, black, and gold. The walls themselves were white, with small white columns covering the perimeter of the room, somewhat like an old Roman Coliseum.
"It's very nice..." Richter said with a chuckle. "It's a shame that Blaise is out; the sooner I get to know him, the sooner I can spar with him." He said, a fire in his eyes. Richter, probably like this Blaise character, was undefeated in battle.
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Posted: Wed Dec 30, 2009 12:21 am
A digital Stream open up in the area as a large dragon digimon rushed out of the stream. The imperaildramon Dragon mode look around for a few second and saw a clearing by a lake and landed near it. The digimon begin to de-digivolve as it landed turning into a patamon as he flew into his tamer arms. He was about 5'7 and dress in black from the black top hat down to his black jeans. He wore sunglasses that cover his blind silver eyes as he carry a walking cane to help him. on his chest hung a blue pendant that was so shiny it seem to glow. The tamer landed on his feet as another digimon, an Astamon, landed behind him. The tamer look up as he petted the patamon, his black cloak blowing the the breeze created by the digital stream which was begining to close "One step closer" Toan said as he allow Astamon to take in their surrounding.
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