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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]

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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..."

03; Return from the castle - ambush, digivolution. [semi-open]

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The escape from the castle had been hasty at best. The thought of spending the night had been abandoned. Even though data swirled around Ringabel's wound in attempt to repair the damage, Ringabel still, obviously, wasn't in the best shape. At the chosen's behest, Biyomon had tore down and tore apart some rather fetching drapes from Myotismon's decor in order to patch him up, and the pair had elected to leave immediately.

Together, they stumbled in the dark, the Chosen's head bowed as he staggered along, the useless hilt and broken blade of the sword in one hand. Biyomon, now Escha, walked at the side of him, a clawed wing arm uselessly on one of his legs in order to attempt to guide him along.

It was hard going. Very much so, especially for Ringabel. He only raised his head when Biyomon abruptly stopped, three, four... five... Who knew hours into the journey, when the sun had started to rise again and cast the ground underneath them in a strange light. He raised his head, wincing visibly.

"What is it...?"

He saw it -- or them. Green things. Lots of green things. Perhaps twenty. Perhaps more. His vision was too blurry to see clearly, but the uneasy feeling he got couldn't be mistaken. They intended to harm them. He knew it. They'd lined up in front of the pair. His hand tightened upon the hilt of his useless sword, and his gaze hardened.

Biyomon stepped forward.

"Please let us past. We have to get to HospiTown. My- My friend's hurt, and he needs treatment urgently."

The leader, a Goblimon that seemed to have a larger mohawk than the rest, boomed out laughter.

"Gwahahahah! 'ear that, lads? The fancy little lady with the human wants to get to HospiTown. What's the matter with 'im, eh? Looks like one little pull's going to make 'is arm come riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight off. 'is sword don't look much better. S'the matter? Did your pet human swing it and almost lop it off? Shame, that."

Amongst the accompanying titters of the other Goblimon, Ringabel gritted his teeth and merely allowed himself to glower at the creature, taking a shaky step forward. The Goblimon leader appeared busy enough scratching the inside of his ear with one of the crooked nails hammered into his club -- but at Ringabel's step, lowered the club and allowed a wicked smirk to add to his already wicked features.

"Lads, fold round 'im. Looks like this one's got an attitude. Needs a bit of sense beaten into 'im, I'll wager!"

The line of Goblimon indeed folded, circling around the chosen and digimon. Escha extended her arms in front of Ringabel, eyes narrowing at the leader.

"I don't want to hurt you! If you touch him, I will! We just want to get past!"

GWAHAHAHAHAHA!

There was a small squeak as Escha was knocked to the side with the club, the digimon rolling out of the circle and coming to a skidding halt some distance away.

"Prissy little princesses don't get a say. Now, lads! I got a better idea. You lot! Get one of 'is arms. The rest of you! another. One thing I always wondered about these humans. I always wondered if they could break!

No. Ringabel attempted to step backward, his eyes widening, but he found both of his arms seized by creatures with a combined force far stronger than he. Just them being moved caused his vision to white, head snapping back and a sound of pain escaping his mouth.

"Rgh...!"

"Leave him ALONE!"

"All right! Now, lads! PULL!

"Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrgh!!"

The pain was unbelievable. Torn muscles were forced to extend, damaged and partially cleaved bone forced to bear a force it could not withstand. He, in a much more clear state of mind, would have sworn it was by far, the worst pain he had ever had to endure. But he was not in a clear state of mind. His legs failed him, and his own body weight was added to the force that felt like it really was going to rip him into two. Blood seeped from his mouth as he screamed, and the pain was so great he was not even aware of the Goblimon leader pressing a disgustingly filthy thumb to the corner of his mouth to scoop the blood from his face.

Nor was he aware of the leader bringing his thumb to his lips and tasting it.

"They're full of water?! Funny tasting red water!! PULL HARDER!! We'll get enough for all of us!"

Biyomon...
...Something...
Digivolved to...
Something in his pocket...

A strange feeling...
Lights..

Kazemon!
Was this death...?
Or was it... something... else?

"You'll do nothing of the sort!"

The lights faded. Out of the corner of his eye, Ringabel could see something. A woman...

"Es...ch...a....?"

"Turn and face me, drop the human. Now!"

He felt the ground. Hard ground. It hurt to lie against it. But he had to get up. Just by numbers, Escha would be overwhelmed.. He had to help. Struggling to his knees, arms hanging uselessly at his side, he realized all too late he was kneeling within the centre of what appeared to be a tornado. And around him, the creatures... all scooped up by the wind, flailing this way, that way, all with no signs of cease.

Then he saw Escha. Or more accurately, he saw her wings.
His head... it was going to explode. He was back. Far removed from this situation, back on the deck of Grandship. And It...

That creature...

"Teeheeheeheehee...

Do you like them? So shiny~
So pretty~

The number five.

Five.
Five.
FivefivefivefivefivefivefiveFivefivefivefivefivefivefiveFivefivefivefivefivefivefiveFivefivefivefivefivefivefiveFivefivefivefivefivefivefive.

Not Six.
Not Six!!

Five.

He screamed. And he screamed, and he screamed. He was not aware of his surroundings, or the wind starting to shake. Nor was he aware of Escha's scream of his name. He was still screaming, head bowed, blood splattering on the floor before him.

FIVE.

The wind ceased the second his scream did. He fell forward, face first into the grass. Escha's very being seemed to quiver for an instant, before she was consumed by a bright light.

Seconds later, the Goblimon, in all of their number, fell to the ground as well. The leader sat up first.

"What the hells was that?! You! All of you! The human's dead! Make that Biyomon dead, too!

The glowing light took shape. Biyomon, of course. It was all she could do to crawl to Ringabel's side, taking his D-Terminal from his pocket, and holding it underneath her as the Goblimon approached.

She spoke into it through tears.

"Help.... someone... anyone... please...

please help..."