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[gallivants]

Who: Ringabel, Sora, Beastboy and associated digimon.
What: BIG LOG. This consists of multiple threads, travelling to Myotismon's castle, exploring Miyotismon's castle and finding all of the tags, returning, and an incident occurring which leads to a digivolution, some of Ringabel's memories returning, and BB and Sora saving the pretty prince doing their hero thing.
Where: Multiple locations, stated in threads.
When: January 25th-30th.
Notes: warnings for violence, blood, humanbashing and digibashing. If your character wants a part of this, please hit me up on plurk (sharlayan) so I can pencil you in before responding.



01; Travelling to Myotismon's castle [25th Jan - 26th Jan - CLOSED]

The fact Biyomon was following him hadn't escaped his attention. The youth had noticed it for perhaps the last half hour he'd walked the plains which led to Myotismon's past abode, but hadn't called the little bird out on it. Why? Well, namely, he was still frustrated at their exchange. Things certainly weren't right between Chosen and Digimon, and the past week since had been... strained, to say the least. Every time Biyomon attempted to bring up conversation regarding Ringabel's situation had been met with either silence, or an attempt to leave.

Yet here she was, the youth observed as he casually took a look backward at HospiTown- at this distance was nothing but a white speck in fields of seemingly unending green. Of course he ignored the pink and blue tailfeathers of said Biyomon poking out from behind a tree. It was better to leave her to her illusion that she was undiscovered.

And on he walked, shaking his head slightly as he glanced to his D-terminal in his hands at the map. Yes. Perhaps half a day more...

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02; Myotismon's Castle - finding the last tag. [CLOSED]

[gallivants]

As predicted, the approach to Myotismon's castle from the plains had only taken half a day. Ringabel had been rather pleased, or relieved, that his navigation skill hadn't diminished- the very real fear that he would become half as useless as Agnès in matters of knowing your left from your right was perhaps half-sated.

Myotismon's castle itself was as suitably dark and dreary as he should have expected. Yet he did not expect to find it empty. It was confusing, really - a place of this size harbored no threat, no guards, nor sentries -- instead it was in disarray. A host was here, he was certain of it - but the host had left, quickly. It was as desolate as the Water Temple, the Wind Temple, the Fire Temple... whatever had happened here had happened quickly.

Yet he wasn't one to take chances. His greatsword, devoid of all dark energy, was still enough to put through a few locked doors with a few good hard knocks with the hilt. And inside the rooms... well, it was strange. Tags. Odd things, really, each claiming something about the castle's owner.

« 1/6 The one and only Myotismon.»
« 2/6 The Myotismon spirit.»
« 3/6 I'd do anything for Myotismon.»
« 4/6 Myotismon strikes back.»
« 5/6 Myotismon is forever.»

...All-in-all, it sounded like a rather intricate series of self-motivational pieces.

The final door. It went through, just as easily as the others - and Ringabel stepped inside, eyes cautiously scanning around the room for traps. Really, he'd been in the dungeon crawling game far too long to just walk into a beartrap. Something glittered on the floor. Another tag? Yes, it seemed to be. He crouched down on the floor and squinted in the dim light at the thing.

« 6/6 I'd sleep with Myotismon.»

...And he laughed, something clattering behind him making the sound stick in his throat. He wheeled around, sword arm raising immediately -- if only to blink at Biyomon, who appeared to have fallen on some pieces of the broken door.

"Owwwww..."

He moved the thing back into it's sheath, and turned his back to her silently, a hand resting on his hip as he stared out of a broken, stained glass window. Myotismon, of course.

"Um...It seemed... that digimon really loved himself, huh?"

Now this was awkward. Memories of their last conversation; her running away in tears at his refusal to believe her danced in his mind, and it was all he could do to force them down.

"It seems so. Can you stand?"

"I'm... I'm not hurt. It's okay. I'm-"

"...Good."

Perhaps he cut her off too harshly, for she opened her beak to say something, but shrunk back, choosing to glance at the floor. Then something unexpected happened. Both Chosen and Digimon spoke at once, their words identical.

"I'm sorry."
"I'm sorry."

Then both turned to look at each other, confusion evident on both their faces.

"You're sorry?"
"You're sorry?"

Perhaps for the first time, laughter not born of malice filled the castle. Both Chosen and Digimon laughed, and Ringabel brought his hand to his chin.

"A woman should never apologize. Especially you. Let's camp here tonight - I don't feel like turning my ankle stumbling around the plains in the dark. I've some food left, with all the hiding you've been doing, you must be half-starved."

"Y-you noticed...?"

"Yes. ...Forgive the charade, I didn't want to risk upsetting you. The main hall has a fireplace, doesn't it? We should be able to warm up and heat what we have there."

"Y-yes, of course..."

[robomons]

[After a bit the six tags glow before merging into one.

Ringabel has received the Tag of Illusions! Four down and Demon's Castle will be open to humans again.

However after the chat with Biyomon, a hellish voice comes from Ringabel's D-terminal.]

y̸̸͝o̸̸҉u̶̶͘͝҉ņ̷͜͝g̴̡ ̢͘͟t̴̸͡ą̴̡m̡̕͝e̸̵̕͢r̷̸̀̕͡.̶̧̀͢͝
̧̢͏d̡o̴̕͘͏ ̨͏̴̛y̶̡̡o̡͠u̴̡͜ ̸̴͠͠ẁ͞͝i̧͜͝s̕͠h̢͢͜͠ ̴̛̛̀́t̵͜͢͝o̴͡ ͘͘͡͡ḿ̵͜͟͡e̷̢̢͜e̵͘͟t̴̢ ̵̛̀́͝ģ͢o͏̵͜͜ḑ̴̕͟?̵͟
͢͝o҉r̕͜҉ ̶͘͜d̡̧҉o̢͞ ̵̵̛͢ỳ̢͟ò̕͟u̶̶̶͟͡ ͠s̶̷̀͜͢ę̴͡͝͡e̡̛͜k̀͢ ̸̷̢̡á̶r͝҉̛̕͞c̕͝à̸̡̢d̶̢̨͜͏ì̶̧͠a̶͢?͏͝͝

[gallivants]

"A-Aiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieee!!"

If Biyomon could jump out of her skin at the sound of the voice, she would have. Instead, every feather on her body seemed to stand on end. Yet she remained by her Chosen. Ringabel, on the other hand, doesn't move. He merely stares at the dim glow of the tags as they merge into one, and he holds it to the stained glass window in order to observe it properly.

The D-terminal.
Well.. this was certainly an update of worth for Terra. He paused.

"...Actually, I'm after an ARCloner. But! This seems interesting, at least. You'll have to explain what exactly Arcadia is, first. Choosing an option without knowing what either entails is a fool's decision."

[robomons]

T̡HA̷T͘͝͡ ̡͟W̡͟͝H̨A͞T̵̸̛
͠ ͟͞ ̴̧ ͜͟ ҉̕ ̷̡͠ ̷̛́O͟҉N̨̨L̸Y̸̡ ҉̨A͘͡ ̴̷
͢ ͟ ͝͡Ģ̀͘ÒD́
̀͞C̢AN ̡ ҉͠ ̶ ̷̨͞ ͜ ͢͠ ͞ ̸̨̛ ̴͘ ̶͡͝ ͏͘ ̛̕ ̷ ̀͟ ̷̵̕ ͡ ͡ ̨͞ ̀͟ ҉̸ ͘͞͞C̶̕R̀͜E̷̢̛A̸TȨ
̶
͘B͠Ù́T̶ ̵ N͘È͜V̨E̡R̶
́ ͝͞ ̨̕ ̡̕ ̀̀ ̕҉͜ ́͞ ̵͢͜ ̢ ̴ ̛̛ ̨͜ ̴͢ ͟ ̷̸̡ ̴͠ ͟ ͝ ̷ ͞ ̨ ̡ ̀͝MA̢͢͝I҉́N̸̨T̵A̧͜I͏̡N
̨
̛͢A͏̛ ͜LA̴N̷̡D ͝҉O̕͟͟F͞
͠P̷͞L̛ ̨̕È͠͞ ̕ ̴̢͢ ̛ ̶͡͏ ͝A̶̛ ̛̕Ś҉ ͏̸ ̛̕ ̛͞ ̵̴̶ ̢͡ ͞ ̧ ̷Ư̶͜R͡E̴
̀͜͏Ą̢N̢̕D̨ ̴́̕S͏̵͜ ҉E͢ ̶̧͜R̕ ̨͞͞ E̢͡ ͡͏ ́͡N̴̶ ̢̨͜ ̶͏Ì̕ T̡ ̶ ҉̴Y̢͡

[gallivants]

What a choice. He listened, and he listened well. The first option... God No. No. Forever no. He stared at the floor for a moment, the Digimon piping up.

"Um... What's it going to be?"

"...I'm open to suggestions."

"N-No way! This kind of thing's way too hard for me."

"So you're leaving me to it?"

".....Yeah. I can't make a decision like that..."

What would Tiz do? Agnès? Edea? It was perhaps at that point, Ringabel most acutely felt alone. They would squabble. Of course they would squabble. The sound would be comforting - it helped him think. But it was just silence. Eerie silence.

The first option. God. Gods... Gods were vengeful. Gods were not fair. They were not compassionate, nor were they just. Why else would things be as they were? No. The first option... was not an option. Gods brought down chaos and untold destruction. They brought judgement. This world.. it did not need that.

The second. What God could create but never maintain. A world...? All worlds fell to pieces. Even without his memories, he knew that more acutely than most. But a world.. where people, digimon, other living beings could know happiness, even if fleeting, compared to a god...

"I..."
He wanted neither of these things. A God, or a creation of a God, destined to wither and die...

His breath caught in his throat as he fumbled to reach for his D-Terminal with a shaking hand.

"Both things you offer hurt people. But if I have to make the decision, I wish for Arcadia - if only so that peace is part of that. No matter how fleeting."

And he closed his eyes, exhaling.

"Ringabel..."

He became aware of a clawed wing brushing against his spare gloved hand, and closing around it. Despite himself, he curled his fingers around it, swallowing, and opening his eyes.

1/2

[robomons]

T̴̛h̀E̡̨n͘͢͝ ͠Y͘͜o͏҉U̢҉ ̶̡m͏҉A̕y͏ ̸́Ha͘͟V̷̨e ́T̨̀h͢͜E̢͡͡ ͘ơ̵҉L̴d ͏̡Ą̨r̴̡͜C̵̛͢a͜҉D̶̛i̴̧A̛͠
̛̀a̵͟N͜d̸̛͜ ̡̛͢R͏o̷T̡͘ ͡i͏N̸̨͘ ͡҉i͢͟͜T͡͏.͝

[A screeching noise as the feed cuts.

Just like in another castle the symbol of the Digital Hazard appeared in front of the Chosen.]

[robomons]

[A wild Arkadimon (Rookie) has appeared!]

[gallivants]

Ringabel's eyes narrowed at the voice, while Biyomon's widened. Her hand tightened upon his, and both winced as the screech echoed upon the empty castle halls. What appeared... did not look good.

Nor did it look like they'd escape this unscathed. Fighting was an option. But running... yes. Running was better. Ringabel pulled at Biyomon's claw, yet the digimon remained rooted to the floor, beak agape.

"T-T-T-T-The Digital Hazard!!! No... It cannot...

This can't be.."

He couldn't move. He could drop her hand. He could run, but he couldn't drag her. And he wouldn't leave her. He couldn't, not with that thing.

"Biyomon! We have to go! Come on!"

"N-no... we can't run. The hazard... We're already... already..."

[robomons]

Fighting was always an option. The Arakdimon side stepped to the left before rushing the pair.

It's sickle like arm appendages raised on high, ready to strike the poor biyomon.

[gallivants]

Perhaps it was the fact that even in this world, where Ringabel was powerless and Biyomon was not, the fact Ringabel had seen much more of battle than Biyomon made him move faster. The tiny bird was more like a sitting duck than a Digimon, aware of her capability but unversed in it. Perhaps it was her horror which prevented her from moving. Perhaps it was something else entirely.

It didn't matter what it was.

Ringabel moved first. Unable to pull the Digimon from her spot and evade the hit entirely, he could only do his best to parry it. That involved pulling at her clawed wing forcefully, yet pulling himself in front of her, to face her and turn his back on the Arakdimon's attack. As he moved, his spare arm pulled his greatsword to shield his back using the blade- teeth clenching as he felt sickle meeting Eisenburg's finest steel, brow furrowing as he pushed the blade against the sickle.

....The steel didn't stand a chance. Not against the attack of a Digimon. The sound of the blade shattering, and a soft intake of breath at the sickle embedding itself in the space between his shoulder and neck made Biyomon let go of the youth's hand, finally.

"...Biyo- no. Escha. Leave me. Run."

The Biyomon blinked, and took a few steps backward. Ringabel allowed his head to fall forward to hide the fact he was wincing.

"...Y-you saved me.."

"....Run!"

"I'm not leaving you! Spiral Twister!"

....Fortunately, Ringabel's head was bowed. For out of the little bird's mouth came phantom flames, aimed directly at the Arakdimon behind him, with his scythe still embedded in Ringabel's shoulder.

And again.

Spiral Twister!!

And again.

Spiral Twister!

And again and again and again, whether the creature was struggling to free itself or not.

[robomons]

The phantom digimon is hit by the green fire and staggers backwards before growling.

It begins to dash again at Biyomon, it's sickle arms comming down on the creature again. This is not a regular digimon but more of a mindless tool.