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[quote name='Swedish Chef']Well thank god Block Quecbecois didnt win.... Now with any luck quebec will stay a province for a little while longer....[/quote] The Bloc could ahrdly win anyway,you know, considering that thing about pnly presenting candidates in Quebec? What really surprised me was the Conservative votes in the Quebec city region, where I live. With the exception of the 2004 strong conservative vote in Louis-Saint-Laurent, tehre was never a Conservative stronghold in the region. The conservative elected in Charlesbourg?Haute-Saint-Charles and Beauport?Limoilou were assurprised asthe analysts from the results.

Actually, I had quite a lot of time. I've just been having an awful getting [I]anything [/I]organized coherently these last months.

Yay! I posted! And I dare think it was a much better than my initial attempt. Feel absolutely free to slay me dead for posting too late or I messing up anything.

"You have something already?" the nervous president asked. From behind him, MI6 director Hector Lodough shook his head with a nearly inaudible sigh. Seeing the previously energetic PM in such a state was nothing short of a disgrace. "Nothing more than a hunch," Saturn answered casually. The official goggled at her. Pygmalion had to admire the confidence she expressed. "A [i]hunch[/I]? Do you realize we routinely monitor over 500 organization as part of our day-to-day operations to protect Mr. Cameron?" The politicians' eyes shifted between Saturn and the man, unsure of what to do. Augur stepped in. "Mr. Lodough, in our branch we learn that to survive, we must be able to trust your instincts. Mr. Cameron of all men, I'm sure, can understand that. If Saturn and Pygmalion have a hunch that Iran is involved, then I'll go down to Teheran and flatten the Presidential Complex myself, if I have to." "We have experience in dealing with what's hidden. We've been tasked to protect Mr. Cameron, and we don't intent to fail," Saturn added. Somehow that didn't seem to reassure the man much. Pygmalion remembered he was a telepath and wanted nothing but to smack his own forehead. He had never received a training on maintaining a mental shield. And now that could prove troublesome. A comment from Lodough returned his attention to the discussion. "At least that explains these weird money flow out of Iran that some of our operatives reported." "What do you mean?" Pygmalion asked. "Several millions, part of which in precious artifacts, have been lost track of. At first we though it was some sort of money-laundering scheme, but that cast a new light on the whole thing," Lodough explained. Pygmalionrolled his eyes at the carelessness the man showed about the whole thing. Tech was now ready to present her own little report. She took out one of her small notebooks and began flipping through her near illegible scribbling, marking the items as she spoke. "Lots of cameras all over the place. I asked and they explained that it's for monitoring so no surprise there. Still, they say it's near impossible to hack through and I'm worried about that bit. I mean, it's not about being difficult, it's about actually being impossible. A dedicated one could just..." Augur interrupted her rambling with a sharp sigh. "Oh yes, sorry, my bad. I'll just investigate that. There's a camera with a different model that seems to have different patterns too. I also found 2 micros. One's older than myself, the other's seems to be for surveillance of the crew. Still reported them to Mr. Lodough's staff." ------- "Augur, I have some really about this whole Iranian items connection. We have no idea what the iranians got out, and trust me, they have access to somepretty powerful items." The precog raised an eyebrows. "Why didn't you mention it back there?" he enquired. "You think Lodough would have taken that seriously? The man's straighter than a Greek temple! If we'd told him one of our team was 2000 years in the past last week, he'd have laughed in our face. I'm not even sure he takes this whole assassination stuff seriously." "He does," Saturn quipped. "It's a façade. He has to stay solid if the minister won't." "That doesn't change our problem. Augur, do you think you can arrange a surveillance at the British Museum?" Now the man goggled at him. "What's the point?" Pygmalion sighed in turn. "There's a carpet in the Greco-persian collection I suspect is one of the Moayid Arabesks." "Mind being more explicit?" Saturn asked. "A mystical plan of the universe was weaved into 5 carpets in the beginning of the sixth century. By standing on the right point of the right carpet and uttering a mystic formula, one can teleport anywhere in the universe. The Iranian government has a hold of 3 of these carpets." "Wait a minute, anywhere in the [i]universe[/i]?" Saturn insisted. "You heard him," Augur snapped, "I'll see what I can get."

I've had a few gender bender dreams. One of which involved me in the role of Sara Reynolds in a completely wacked out reenactment of the final battle of [i]Flubber[/i] I've also this dream where I was some... amnseic angel martial artist. Nude. Attacking some hyper-tech software firm.

Ack! Sorry sorry! Won't happen again.

Too long a comment toget in the RP thread. And I won't be posting next before the 16 (yay for finals!) [quote] OOC: Don't worry about real-life concerns such as hunger, Circeus. Remember, it's just a VR game. Besides, I thought you wanted to join the Astralis event. Maybe you should finish your current thing and come join the fun. [/quote] I know that, obviously, no food absorbed in [i]Digimon[/i] can actually satiate hunger coming from the real world (and if it does, then it is only reinforced once you get out of the game). The whole post stems from the assumption that [i]Digimon[/i] follows the conventions of a monster tamer game, i.e. that you are expected to care for your partner to a point (hence also the earlier first aid stuff). Myself, I'm basing the player/partner dynamics roughly on the V-Tamers manga. Also, the food-for-energy trade off allowing evolution is pretty standard for 01 and 02, and I though it could translate well enough into the game. I might drop in Astralis in my next post, but I'm not guaranteeing it. Right now, I'm not sure Eiffel would want to get in a big event. But then people tend to understand my own characters better than I do >.<

In Quebec City, we've been having all sort of crazy things so far, but it has calmed down recently. Two weeks ago, we've had rain, snow, snow pellets and sun all in the span of a few hours >.< *shakes fist at sky* Damnit, make your mind up there!! There's only about a inch or two on the ground at the moment, though.

[COLOR=DimGray] The fruit broke from the branch with a light snap when Eiffel plucked it. It looked like a small hemispheric watermelon, but in shades of red instead on green. Eiffel threw the fruit down at Gabumon, who caught it carefully, wary of it exploding in his hands like the previous one. It gave an appetizing smell, but Gabumon restrained himself, knowing that Guilmon would [i]not[/I] appreciate his starting on the food. Eiffel looked around for anything interesting. Better take advantage of the privileged observation spot, he figured. The man grabbed the branch over his head and heaved himself up onto it. He was surrounded with the greenish glow of light shining through leaves. Looking down, he could spot the typical bluish hues of the game's grapevine, a strongly recommended delicacy. "Over there!" he pointed to his partner. Gabumon left the fruits in a heap and moved over toward the patch of appetizing fruits. Eiffel moved above him, walking along the branches of the massive trees. The whole area seemed to freeze the most ancient forests of the real world in a state they would never regain again. Many people actually came to [i]Digimon[/I] just to find this peace that seemed absent from their life. [i]Is that what I once looked for too?[/I] Eiffel pondered. He was shocked out of his reflections when a trail of shuffling streaked across the grapevine patch straight at his partner. Gabumon froze an instant. He could hear it, but he couldn't know where the sound came from exactly. "Watch out!" Eiffel warned. Gabumon didn't way for his order and threw himself to the side. Something orange flew out of the undergrowth. It spun madly in mid-air like a lost saw blade and barely missed the reptile. It stopped spinning long enough to land safely. As it did so, Eiffel could see that the creature was an stout four-legged mammal. It's belly and legs were covered in short yellowish fur while longer orange hair adorned his bad, from which 4 blades of decreasing lengths jutted. The legs ended in webbed and clawed paws. A Gizamon. Eiffel had rarely seen similar creatures before, mostly out of the fact he did not usually adventure at sea. "You cannot touch these! They are Lord Flymon's!" he tried to ward the other rookie off. Gabumon stood up. And glared at him. "What's that all about? When did wild plants become his property?" he angrily retorted. That didn't deter the aquatic digimon. "They always were!" "Oh for the love of the digital gods, that is ridiculous!" While the two digimon argued, Eiffel continued his progression until he sat straight over them. He did not feel the need to make his presence know, being confident that his partner could handle the situation all by himself. Gabumon eventually gave up and just picked up a bunch of the multicolored fruits. The response was immediate. "Spiral Saw!" The other rookie launched itself at Gabumon, curling into a deadly blade. Gabumon was prepared for this, however. He swiftly dodged the attacker and counterattacked. "Blue Blaster!" The ionized energy slammed into the side of Gizamon. The attack altered its course and the digimon slammed head-first into a tree before slumping to the ground. Eiffel slipped off the branch and landed next to his partner. "Why didn't you do anything?" Gabumon asked him reproachfully. "You looked like you did very well on your own," the man answered calmly. He crouched to collect an harmful of fruit, slipping a few in his mouth and savoring the sweet, yet acid taste. "You know, there are women who would kill for something like that if it didn't make you fat." He chuckled at his partner's confounded look. ============================================== When they finally made it back to where they had left Guilmon, the large rookie had started a fire, collected a massive pile of firewood and was munching on an edible tubercle. He looked up at them with his brows knitted, as much as he could, considering his hairless anatomy. "There you are!" Gabumon and Eiffel sweatdropped and dropped the fruits next to the fire. "Sorry about that. We had an... unexpected encounter." [/COLOR] ============================================== As promised. Come on, guys, we can't let this RP die!

Meh, sorry, I've been low on inspiration, but I do plan on posting soon. I'm too intrigued by the Astralis storyline to let Immersion die!

It,s probably got nothing to do with it, but I'm refering to a biblic character. [url]http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sheba_%28person%29[/url]

Sheba? As in the Queen of Sheba? Oh, heresy is fun!

I'm not sure what state the cultists left him back in hour mission. As far as we wrote, he was dead,but we were apparently not to kill outside of Body Bags.

I remembered Melinoë having a background on greek mythology, but I didn't remember that particular factlet (Wasn't her mother a human and her father a demon? *goes to check* Oh right...) I originally intended to play on it (i.e. Pygmalion would have a better idea of what kind of person she is) in the mission thread, but didn't get to. And as faras I can remember offhand, the character's backstories onlylink to one mythology (mine and Sandy's,which are rooted in greek myths). I was refering to the various other things that got involved in our storyline.

bwah! I made a reference to Surya (hindu god) and indirectly refered to mesa-american mythology. And Minako involved Nemesis (Greek mythos). That's going to make one mess of Gods. No surprise the powers that be seem to be pissed :D

[CENTER][B]A little bit more than arthritis[/B][/CENTER] A loud coughing resounded across the room. Pygmalion wanted to move his hand in front of his mouth, but the grinding pain in his joints every time he tried to move prevented him from doing so. His breath wheezed like a pierced balloon and he wanted to just disappear. A nurse entered from the right side and turned the inhalator on. Medics insisted on him using the humidifier to keep his lungs from drying up like parchment. The young woman jammed the end of the tube in his mouth with a warning glare. Paying no heed, Pygmalion spat it right back. "Mrs Malkins! You're not being helpful!" she complained. "It's not being either" Pygmalion retorted, referring to the humidifier. Oh darn. He could just hear the rating sounds in his jaw joints mixing with his voice. Despite the pain, he turned his head away from the nurse when she tried to insert the tube in his mouth. A fine grey dust spread over the pillow his hair as they crushed away. The nurse stepped back in surprise. Pygmalion snorted, but that only triggered another coughing fit that shook the bed with it. The doctors couldn't do anything but watch as his body slowly calcified. First his joint had begun to ache. Then it had spread to his hair and nails, the latter of which were turning grayer every day. Something apparently wanted to turn Pygmalion's powers on himself like a cosmic punishment. "It's payback time..." he muttered to himself as yells in the next room indicated that Augur was having another crisis. [i]ooc: It's a bit short, I know and I'm sorry about it. I'm having inspiration trouble these days.[/i]

Apparently, neither of us is actually directly involved in Body Bags. However, whatever we might post concerning our own plights in Arbiter might affect Body Bags. I'm trying to work a post on my part. I have to wonder whether we are at risk or not, though :eek:

Considering that Pygmalionis apparently in too bad a shape to actually aprticipate in the mission, can I assume I can post about his own current trouble in Arbiter?

[color=DimGray]"Anybody in there?" Eiffel called away in the darkened cave. There used to be lanterns lining the wall, but none of them were lit at the moment. Something flashed deep in the rocks and roaring came to him. His two digimon tackled him to the ground as all sorts of attack carried over him and out the cave. "Great idea, there!" Guilmon commented dryly. "Eh, sorry guys, I'm not quite... Myself today," the player apologized. "Could have told you that," Gabumon muttered reproachfully under his breath. Something stomped down the way to the entrance. Now was the time to deal with it. Eiffel pressed the evolution button on his digivice and his partner was immediately engulfed in light. "Gabumon, digivolve to... Boarmon!" The light only diminished long enough for the champion's general shape to become visible. Eiffel and Guilmon jumped on his back as Boarmon initiated the second step of his evolution. "Boarmon, digivolve to... Vikaralamon!" Even though the ultimate's massive frame blocked the entrance, and thus the light, completely, Eiffel could just picture the group of rookies and champion going "Oh, shit!", spinning on their heels and running the other way. He chuckled to himself. Vikaralamon launched a Fusion Ball down the tunnel. It cast an eery light as it sped down the bowel before exploding a long shot away. The explosion shook the whole side of the mountain and rocks began to fall from the ceiling. "It's collapsing!" Guilmon shouted. Eiffel rolled his eyes. "Thank you, Mr. Obvious! Vikaralamon, get us out of here!" he ordered. "I'm trying!" his partner began to panic. The lack of manoeuvrability that had been an advantage to attack was now proving a serious problem as the gigantic boar shuffled desperately to get out of the cave. Eiffel and Guilmon eventually jumped off his head and ran out on their own. As they reached a safe distance, the cave came down completely, burying Vikaralamon's head. His hind legs extended away under the shock and pain. "Is he...?" Eiffel asked hesitantly. "Nah... He hasn't devolved yet." Guilmon reassured him. Vikaralamon arched against the rocks to pull himself off. A flash of light and the huge boar devolved, causing the piled rocks to crash all around Gabumon as he ran away to safety, clutching at his head. Eiffel and Guilmon winced in compassion. "That's going to be one heck of an headache..." Gabumon said as he walked up to them, swaying from side to side like a drunkard. Eiffel examined his head for any wound. "You think you can still digivolve?" he asked, kneeling in front of him to check his pupils. Others would have dismissed the first-aid technique as ridiculous and inappropriate, but considering the amazing amount of realism that had been encoded into the game, Eiffel wasn't going to take any chance. Digimon were probably just as likely to get hurt the player avatars. "Maybe, but I couldn't maintain it for long. I'm pretty low on energy." "I'd guess so. How about we see what we can find for you two?" Eiffel proposed. The two digimon childishly jumped to their feet. "Yay food!" they cheered. Eiffel just fell over [/color] ============================= OOC: I might be develloping these two's characters more than was originally intended for this RP. If you've got any problem, Takuya, just send me a heads up.

The day had went all to hell for Michel. He knew he should just get over himself and go on, but he just could find the resolve to do it. Not while he was in the world, at least. Sometimes, he'd take his digivice out and fiddle a bit with it, then pocket it again. Finally, the end of the day came. Nadine remarked the depressed air on Michel face when he walked in, but did not comment on it. She was more than surprised when he actually sat to eat his meal, though. When he walked out, slowly, she though for herself "Damn! You'd swear he's walking up to his death!" Michel's slow walk eventually lead him back to his usual facility. He looked up uncertainly at the bright neon light display and walked in. The man hesitated a last time before settling in the VR unit. Michel's stomach churned slightly as his perception were snatched from his control. That was uncharacteristic of him and he attributed it to his current disoriented state. [color=DimGray] When light flashed against at his eyes, he was back in the forest. Gabumon and Guilmon eagerly waited for him. "Hey, small guy, big guy!" he tried to greet them, and completely failed at assuming any sort of cheerful tone. "Anything I should know?" "Kalika was there just an hour ago," Gabumon said. Eiffel's eyes perked up. "Really? Looking for us?" he asked. "Apparently," Guilmon confirmed. "She's got a..." "There's an assault to Astralis launching soon," Gabumon interrupted the larger reptile. "That Maelen woman is leading. That's why Kalika couldn't stay." "Eiffel, she chose a..." Guilmon started over. "So what's your plan?" Gabumon charged back in front of him. Guilmon suddenly grabbed the other rookie by his horn and threw him aside, eliciting a yell of protest from both partners. "Why'd you do that for?" Eiffel asked. Guilmon, however ignored him to address his partner. "Gabumon! You can't keep sheltering him like that!" Guilmon chastised him. "Yes, I have to! It's my duty! Look at him, damnit! Remember what happened with Monodramon! Do you really think he can take it?" Gabumon shouted back. "What are you talking about?" Eiffel tried to butt in, without getting any response. Guilmon rolled his eyes at Gabumon's reaction. "And you think delaying the inevitable will help him?" Eiffel couldn't stand it anymore. "[I]STOP IT, you two[/I]!" he yelled. The two digimon froze and looked at him expectantly. The human turned toward Guilmon. "Big guy, what's going on?" he asked with as neutral a tone he could muster. Gabumon's ears drooped. Guilmon turned around to face him, a paw on his chin as he tried to find the best words to express the troubling fact. "It's Kalika... She... Ah... She chose a Patamon." Eiffel sunk to his knee, all resolve blown from him at this revelation. [i]She's... Taunting me. It's a warning. She's going after me soon, and I'm not sure I'll be able to stop her. Patamon... Why did I have to fail you? I don't know if I did the right thing anymore...[/I] "Are you alright, Eiffel?" Gabumon asked with an angry side glance at Guilmon. Eiffel pulled himself up to his feet and looked down at the two digimon. He didn't know about other players, but moments like these gave him a whole different outlook to the game. They might have been virtual emotions and sensations, they were emotions and sensations nonetheless. He wondered whether the programmers realized that. [i]The Matrix[/i] flashed into his mind and he gave a low chuckle that felt quite unnerving to the digimons. "Come on guys. We've got a mission." ============================================== While digimons might have deep personalities and relevant feelings, they were just as prone as human to display amazing feats of stupidity. The Dragon Clan was soundly defeated, its remnants confused and disorganized. Of course they would reassemble at their lair to try and rebuild their forces! Not that it would ever be possible, mind you. Eiffel smiled from his observation post. A Ryuudamon guarded the cave. Two large statues of Goldramon stood on either sides of the entrance. The rookie was hurt, but were he to spot them, the effect of surprise would be wasted. He had to be killed as silently as possible. "Hey, small guy?" Eiffel whispered. From the opposite branch, Gabumon looked at him. "You can't use your usual attacks. That'd make him spot us immediately. Ever used that horn of yours as an attack?" Gabumon's eyes widened. Was Eiffel really thinking of... "That's the best way we can get the drop on him, if I dare say so..." ============================================== Ryuudamon had to investigate the shuffling, as much as he disliked it, considering who was after them. He looked everywhere around, nervous and wary. Gabumon closed his eyes shut, desperately hoping this would work. Eiffel just smiled at his own cleverness. Guilmon watched as the orange armoured digimon slowly approached the point of no return. When it was straight under, the red lizard let go. Like a yellow and blue missile, Gabumon crashed head first into the other rookie. His horn drilled through his armour and pierced his neck, emerging from the front. The orange rookie gave a sharp gasp of pain and surprise, then exploded in a cloud of data. Eiffel dropped down next to his partner. Gabumon sat up and gave him a short glare, rubbing his neck. "You okay?" "Obviously. But I'd rather we don't do that again. I was that short from breaking my neck," the digimon answered. Eiffel sweatdropped. The possibility hadn't even crossed his mind. [/color]

[COLOR=DimGray]Eiffel and his partners began to move out from the devastated battlefield. The man was intent on tracking the dragons if that assured him the partnership of Rosemon. Now, to get to their current hiding... Whose location he didn't know. Great. Just plain great. He sighed, his mind still charged with what he had committed earlier. He needed something to distract his mind. "You're not getting away, traitor!" That would have to do. A small horde of angry rookies and champion had apparently cornered a digimon and where trying to beat the guy to death. The Greymon could hardly defend himself against a third of the attacks. "What's going on here?" Eiffel interrupted the one-sided battle. Gabumon and Guilmon stood to either sides of him. "We are teaching him a lesson!" a random Veggiemon shouted. Cries of agreement came from all sides. Greymon tried to protest. "They killed every-" a sound punch from Golemon cut the sentence short. "Shut up! You should have died!" "Leave him alone," Eiffel ordered calmly. The gathered crowd goggled at him. His partners looked up at Eiffel, but the man shook his head. He wanted to deal with it in his own way. "It's survival instinct. When you lose everything. When there's nothing left anymore for you. When it's the last thing you can do. When it requires every last bit of sanity you have just to make another, little step..." As he spoke Eiffel slowly walked forward, the crowd dividing on his path like hot butter around a knife. Coming in front of Greymon, he turned around. "Then, maybe you will have the moral grounds to be reproachful. And, trust on that one, you won't want to, because if you do, I'll personally find you and make sure you get in the same position as him. It's not like I have anything better to do anymore." He shrugged. With his speech the crowd began to shuffle uneasily and eventually dispersed with shamed faces. Eiffel gave short glare to the dinosaur that scuttled away with an uncertain look of thankfulness. "You better not prove me wrong." An alert message began to flash on his digivice. "Please be aware that our facility will close in less than half an hour. We hope you had a nice playing session at NovelWorlds." Eiffel sighed once more. "I have to go now guys. See you another day." With these words he logged off. [/COLOR] Michel came back to his sense in the VR unit. Normally he would rub his numb muscles and walk away, replenished with the energy to go on for another day. However, he couldn't resign himself to do that today. In the lonely darkness of the sensory deprivation tank, Michel sobbed. ============================================== OOC: Almost forgot the login off *sweatdrop*

[COLOR=DimGray]Eiffel gave a weak smile as Kiva left. Of course she wouldn't understand. Eiffel himself wasn't sure he did. "I'm not sure what I looked for when I first came here, but I know I'm not going to find it anymore," he thought aloud. "And yet I don't want to stop now." Gabumon put a comforting paw on his side. "We wouldn't want you to either," he said. Guilmon nodded his approval. Eiffel grabbed the digimon's horn and shook it in good humor. "Probably the sweetest thing I've heard in a while. And it wasn't even real," he commented. "Your world, your rules," he muttered. "Kalika will understand that or my name is not Michel..." Eiffel walked off with a sigh, motioning with his hand for his friends to follow him. He walked up to Rosemon. She nodded at the player, barely acknowledging him busy as she was directing the aftermath operations. There were wounded to heal, building to reconstructs and survivors to account for. "Rosemon, today we saved your life. Yet there is still much to be done in this world. Will you accompany us on our quests?" he asked respectfully. She gave him a solemn look, but shook her head. "There is too much to do here to abandon my people now. I would, however, have a last request for you," she answered. "That is?" Eiffel asked, curious about the issue. "The rest of the dragon clan is still at large. They will eventually rebuild their forces and cause trouble again. Now is the time to squash them completely and make sure they won't threaten the peace of our land again." Off course, that wouldn't change anything and before long, new, fresh trouble would brew all over in the peninsula. He still smiled weakly. "I will do as you request."[/COLOR] OOC: I'll fool around a bit and possibly drop into your storyline later. I'm giving myself another post before Eiffel log off for the day.

[color="DimGray"] Eiffel just knelt there and stared at his shaking hand, as if expecting them to disintegrate too any second now. The sounds of battle only carried to him through the thickest of fog. A slow stream of tear began to pour from his eyes. He giggled. Not in a very sane-sounding manner. "I did it," he hiccupped in the middle of his nervous laugh, adressing nobody beyond himself. "She killed Patamon, and now I got down to her level." His shoulder moved erratically along with his unsteady giggles. His stomach tried to empty itself, but Eiffel knew too well that would have unwholesome effect back into the real world and he made his best to avoid it. He turned around without really seeing the other and his unnerving laughcame to a sudden halt. "Remember back in September, when they opened the Arena tournaments? It had just been discovered that killing a partner was three time as experience-worthy than a wild digimon of equivalent level. The matches were friendly. We knew what we wagered when we entered. Or at least we thought so," Eiffel rambledon. He looked up to the skies with unfocused eyes. "A short time after the experience allocation algorithm was reworked and it was publicly announced that it did not give additional experience anymore." A snort. "Kalika didn't care for agreement. She wanted a powerful digimon. Fast. You know that man who fell in a coma after an in-game 'isolated incident'? It was not even isolated. She hurt people whenever was necessary. I was more experienced. I put up a good fight. Our allies destroyed each otehrs, but our partners wereof same level. There was no way one could destroy the other. They fought until devolution and she just wouldn't give up." His hands tightened into fists. "She never gives up until she has lost. She couldn't lose, but she couldn't win either. I don't know where she got that knife she had at the time, but I've never seen anything similar since. She just came and she just, she just..." He closed his eyes shut, mimicking the gesture. His eyes opened back slowly "She just gutted him. I know they're just bits of artificial intelligence, but is it still a reason to reject their suffering?" The man resumed staring at his hands. "I killed today. No matter how you look at it. I terminated something." [/COLOR] OOC: Monologues are fun! If there's any serious trouble with it, just tell me.

[color=DimGray]"Rose wh- ARGH!!" The painful call caught Eiffel's attention. Volcdramon had taken advantage of Vikaralamon's distraction to attack Rosemon again. The mega was seriously low on energy now and it wouldn't take much to kill it. "Dog pile him, small guy! Don't kill him. I want you to force him to devolve!" Eiffel ordered. Vikaralamon gave a slightly confused look at his partner, then slammed down on the other ultimate with all his humongous frame and strength. Volcdramon was obviously shaken, but did not seem otherwise harmed. "We can't let him escape!" Eiffel yelled. "Boar Bog!" Vikaralamon attacked. The blackish substance washed over Volcdramon, immediately catching fire from the lava escaping the digimon's back. The fire spread out under Vikaralamon's stomach, who didn't seemed to be affected. "Don't worry, he can take it!" Guilmon alleviated his worries. "Yeah, but can they?" Eiffel pointed to the other fighters that had gotten caught in Vikaralamon's Boar Bog. A small fraction of his mind rebelled at these second thoughts. Your target is Volcdramon. Remember that. Without waiting for his partner's orders, Vikaralamon began to repeatedly slam himself down on Kalika's partner, rapidly wearing him down. "Now!" Eiffel ordered. Any more physical damage and Volcdramon risked not to survive an energy attack. "Fusion Ball!" Volcdramon had no chance to avoid the attack. It vaporised most of the Boar Bog and any digimon unfortunate enough to be still trapped in there. When the smoke cleared, all that was left was a small chubby violet dragon with wing-like appendages extending from his wrists at the bottom of a large crater. It was battered, burnt and bruised, but it was alive, a surprising feat in itself. You're strong, Eiffel commented in the safety of his mind, Kalika made you so. ======================================== Kalika's digivice gave a long beep. "Emergency devolution. Emergency devolution. Emergency devolution. Emergency devolution..." a synthetic voice began to repeat. "Shit," Kalika cursed. She launched in a series of rapid kicks at Kiva, who had a hard time blocking al of them, and called out at the demon digimon. "Daemon! Get us out of here!" "Yes M'am! Flame Inferno!" the attack distracted Machinedramon enough to allow the much smaller mega to slip away. Garudamon attempted to follow after him, but was harshly backended in by the mega's arm and sent tumbling into Machinedramon. Daemon flew at amazing speed toward Kalika and swept down. The young woman grabbed his feet as he flew by. She gave Kiva a look that told in big, 3-feet tall letters, "We're going to meet again." As soon as the player was on board, Daemon turned to catch Monodramon, several hundred feet away. While they attempted to escape, Machinedramon begin charging up his ultimate attack. ======================================== Eiffel climbed down his partner and descended into the crater. Monodramon got up shakily, a visible limp in his left leg. "Urgh... harsh..." he muttered. Eiffel kneeled behind the rookie and grabbed it into a tight bear hug, squeezing the air out of the dragon. The digimon felt a tear land on his shoulder. "Kalika... What's got into you?" "I'm sorry..." Eiffel whispered blankly. The digimon panicked and weakly tried to escape as Eiffel's hug turned into a full Nelson. "Just want you to know. It's not personal." Eiffel's hands grabbed both sides of Monodramon's head and twisted. With a sharp popping sound, the rookie's neck snapped. For a few seconds the eyes continued to look on in surprise, then the body exploded into purple bits of data. ======================================== Kalika saw Eiffel grasping her partner and immediately guessed the impending issue. "NO!"she yelled out as the played was surrounded by bursting particles. ======================================== "Mega Cannon!" Machinedramon's attack was aimed at Daemon's back as the digimon flew over Eiffel's now devolved partner. ======================================== Kalika glanced back when she heard Machinedramon's call and saw the massive white energy attack rushing toward the both of them. "Oh, f-" her cursing was interrupted as she simply bleeped away, replaced by a small floating message: Error, player has been logged off. Daemon could only yell in pain as he was it square by the attack and deleted. ======================================== Is murder by proxy murder? Is virtual murder immoral? [/color] ======================================== OOC: Leaving the aftermath of the battle to you, Takuya. Just don't have Eiffel talk too much. I want to explore him a bit after that.

[COLOR=DimGray]The fight had broke out between Machinedramon and Daemon. Kiva's Garudamon companion helped to protect Rosemon. Vikaralamon faced Volcdramon. Kiva herself had engaged Kalika. "This is giving me a headache," Eiffel muttered. Vikaralamon had the advantage of resilience and inertia. The smaller in comparison Volcdramon had the advantage of speed. "Fusion Ball!" the humongous boar attacked. The meters-wide ball of energy sped at Volcdramon, who successfully dodged it. It vaporized a long trench in the battlefield, taking numerous digimon with it. The ultimate got annoyed at his miss and began charging another attack. "Fusion..." "No!" Eiffel warned his partner. The yell had no effect. "Ball!" This time the attack hit a building in Arnett, causing a violent explosion and further disrupting the last lines of defence. "Eiffel..." Guilmon tried to catch the player's attention. However, the human was much too busy trying to stop the digimon from uselessly flinging attacks around. Maybe Kalika had it right, he though bitterly, I'm not too much of a threat. "Vikaralamon, stop it!" he yelled again. "You're causing more trouble than you're helping!" The large boar swipe low with his snout and caught Volcdramon in the side. The fiery ultimate was sent flying back into the forest, setting trees ablaze upon landing. "Eiffel..." "Fusion Ball!" This time, spurred by his partner's emotion, the nearly rampaging digimon missed his target completely. Eiffel cursed loudly, unable to listen to his companion. "EIFFEL!" Guilmon yelled loudly. Eiffel jumped in surprise. "He can't hear!" Guilmon explained. "We're too small and far from his hears!" The digimon pointed at markings further away on the ultimate-level's head. Eiffel sweatdropped. There's no way I can get there. Guilmon was already climbing through the thick hair to reach a point where he could talk to the digimon. "Just yell, I'll tell him!" the lizard exposed his idea. "Watch out, big guy!" "No problem!" the digimon retorted confidently. Just then a stray energy attack hit just a few feet away from Guilmon. He sweatdropped. Meanwhile, Vikaralamon had turned his attention toward Daemon. "Boar Bog!" The ultimate generated a black miasma from his moth and launched it at the mega. The thick substance didn't seem to have much effect besides slightly slowing him. "No, we need to keep watch on Volcdramon!" Eiffel warned his partner. When Vikaralamon turned back to attack kalika's partner, Volcdramon was nowhere to be seen. "Oh, bugger..." [/color] -- OOC; I think I have issues with headaches...