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Session 45
The author and the vandals
The Digital World.
For many a digimon multiverse, it is the main stomping ground for its heroes. But in the Digitalverse, there were no heroes. No, there were only survivors here.
With the hunters now permanently dead, there was nothing left to hold the legions of angels back from attacking this realm. Add in the countless dead heroes from their attacks upon Hunter's End and Heck, it left the population of the digitalverse (the main part) at an all-time low. But for every gray cloud, there's a silver lining. In the times like this, a quote comes to mind. 'The enemy of my enemy is my friend' or something along those lines.
And so, dawn breaks upon a large jungle plantation. In the distance, one can just make out a small villa owned by a certain black cat. But what she has been up too is a session for another day.
With the coming of dawn, is the chirping of a clockwork bird. Unlike most birds however, this one is completely out of tune and sounds more like a cat attempting to use its tongue as a guitar. Maybe if said bird hadn't pissed so many people off, maybe she would have a better voice. But I'm getting ahead of myself here.
"Time to wake up everyone!" the bird announced and landed on the roof a cabin. "Let's rise and shine, get this day started!"
Reluctantly, the occupants of said cabins file out. Of which, the group includes a void mage, a banana-wielding pants-wearing dino, and some guy with a diary were just a few of the occupants displaced by this mess.
"We're up now." the void mage whispered as her flame lion digimon slowly approaches her.
"I'm hungry!" the digimon announced as his master ignored his usual cries. "Can I have something to eat?"
"You realize there's fruit all around us?" the void mage answered as the flame lion just stared at her with a look of utter confusion. How this fact managed to escape this head is beyond me. "You can just go to one of the many fruit trees around her and pick something off of it."
"Oh."
Almost on cue, the 'rest' of the occupants filed out of their cabins. Each one, just as groggy as the void mage. They probably had wanted to sleep in their own beds, in their own homes. If only that could be possible within this war-ravaged world. Even with most of the main angels focused on Delta, that still left hundreds of nameless angels to terrorize this land. One day was all it took for this land to fall, as the two great armies that had once aspired to conquer this world fell to the ashes. But their 'ruler' knew that from the beginning. After all, what better way to get rid of those who threaten your plan by letting them fall to their doom? After all, those sorts of things really help unify the occupants of this world together nicely, right?
After finding that the jester would not help them, a handful of people went to her mother, a warrior on or possibly even stronger than her daughter. But when they found her, they knew she wouldn't be much help at the moment. After that failure, a few brave souls trudged their way to Despair High, inquiring to the cloud of mist for assistance. All they received was a nicely typed letter telling them to go fuck themselves. A few crazier souls made their way too Despair Jungle, with only a handful of them not ending up as food for the kimeramon. With all other options seemingly out of reach, those that still walked these grounds went to their last resort, the dark blades. In exchange for lodging, they would help with the upkeep of the base. It was a fair trade, kept up to this point.
As that monologue finished, we move from the cabins into the heart of the plantation. Here, the main base of the dark blades stands triumphantly, unable to be destroyed by whatever or whoever seeks to bring to such a state. Even then, it looked like an average house one could find all across the world. The only really interesting thing about the exterior was the jalopy parked in front of it, a mixture of at least a dozen different cars. How they managed to build such a thing is a mystery that even I don't have the answer to.
With that out of the way, we enter the house. Unlike the quite normal exterior displayed outside, the interior was that of a dusty and dark catacombs. Tunnels led off in all sorts of directions and angles, making navigating this place an exercise in mapping and patience. Both of which I possess little of, sadly. As such, we'll be skipping the maze and just go directly to the sleeping quarters of the dark blades. Even then, most of these tunnels looked identical and probably would lead to the exact same places we were going in the first place. With six members now, that still meant that some of these tunnels have probably never been walked down. But I'm getting ahead of myself. After all, we have just arrived in the most dangerous room within the entire base, the sleeping quarters.
At first glance, it doesn't look that impressive. Just a plain stone room with a couple of torches giving off light. Seven sleeping bags were scattered about the average-sized room, each one containing a single member. A large red salamander laid in the corner, keeping the room warm. It was nice and serene in a way, if you didn't count the ringing cell phone in the background. Playing some obscure screamo track. On full blast. Even if you were a couple feet from the entrance, you could still hear it. How these idiots manage to sleep to it, is bey-
"Is that so?" a voice announced and the author suddenly teleported away. "If you're still here, I armed and I know how to kill you!"
No response is given to her threat, for it would break my own rules. After all, one doesn't want have a repeat of the Mahora Incident. You just don't.
"Figures." the figure whispered and went over to their cell phone, not ready to deal with anything at this hour. "Hello?"
"It's me, Vanessa." the voice on the other end whispers. "Can I ask you a favor?"
Vanessa takes a deep breath, grabbing her longswords from her bag. She holds the phone back up to her ear, relieved to hear her friends's voice one more time.
"I guess, Aaron." Vanessa answered and headed down the tunnel. "Where are you?"
"On Witchlny with you-know-who a-."
Vanessa ripped the phone away from her ear and flung it against the stone wall. Of all the people Aaron could have possibly gotten stuck with, he had managed to get stuck with the one person that she hated the most.
"Of course he did." Vanessa whispered and makes her way down the tunnel towards the entrance. She then exits the base and takes a few steps towards the jalopy. Her mind then wandered, focusing on the thought of possibly taking her teammates and salamandermon with her.
"What about us?"
The former leader turned around, finding her teammates and their singular digimon standing before her. While outnumbered, Vanessa still held the edge over them.
"Where are you going?" one of the girls accused and charged their elemental moves up.
"I'm going to take the jalopy to help an old friend of ours." she finally answered. "I'm just going to take salamandermon and that's it."
The other dark blades stared at her with a mix of confusion and sadness. They all wanted to go with her, having fought tooth and nail to get her back oh so long ago. But for her to just abandon them again, it felt like a frozen slap to each member's face.
"Are you sure?" a boy announced, pulling a pair of kunai out. "We're a team. Teams stick together, no matter what threat they have to face."
Vanessa took a deep breath and smiled. While Kage's logic was sound, that wasn't how the world works. Sometimes, you just needed to go out on your own, even if everyone else doesn't agree with you.
"I'm sorry guys." Vanessa answered and motioned for salamandermon to follow. "I'll come back after, bringing redemption for what they did to us."
Her teammates stared at her with a confused look, cautious of her words. Ever since 'her death', things had been much different. While they did manage to get Vanessa back, she always seemed distant and lonely.
"Are you sure about this?" a different boy shouted and was ignored by Vanessa.
"Well, I'm off to kill Fate Averruncus and save Aaron." Vanessa finally answered as everyone suddenly focuses in on her. "This is the only chance I have to set things right."
With that, Vanessa makes her way into the jalopy and starts it up. The vehicle then zooms away as the other dark blades watch on...
Notes:
And that's that.
Yes, the title of this session is a callback to DA03. Along with that, there is a reference or two to Project Digital thrown in as well. Heck, it even turned out longer than I had originally planned for it to be.
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Next Time: Welcome to Witchlny! Go to prison!