Here is another chapter~! :3 And I have a story cover up too~! :3 It is of Omnimon's emblem here. It is the Crest of Friendship with the points of the Crest of Courage, but this will become a golden color on his cape later on. The only thing that is not is the grey slash mark. :3
nightmaster000: Well, in a way they are, but in a sense, the real Legendary Warriors were revived as well. The Spirits are kept alive by their human half, and in return, the spirits allow the children to fight against foes that would normally kill them if they didn't have that power. So it's a give/receive sort of thing. The Digimon halves are allowed to live once more, and the children can in turn survive things they would normally not. :3 And yes, I know of Gramma Stuffum's Semblance. ;3
Opening Files: Thorton, Colorado
Once an attempt at settling outside of Denver, Thorton became nothing but ruins when the Grimm and Fallen expanded into the area. It wasn't that long after the establishment of the town, so the residents at the time had no choice but to return to Denver in disappointment and shame. As such, the area was left abandoned.
In recent years however, the government of Colorado has expressed an interest in trying to bring the former town back and fortify it against the Grimm and Fallen. If the Denver Shadow can scout the area and find out where the Grimm lurk, then the project will proceed as planned.
"To revive old cities and towns is often not considered a possibility." TOM said as he closed the Thorton, Colorado file. "After all, it can cost some serious money to do that kind of thing." He then leaned back in his chair. "But if it can be done, then there is hope that it can go through and thrive. Reviving old cities and towns can also be good for a larger city, because it means more land for repurposing and development, which also means more money."
Pressing a button on his left armrest, TOM faced the camera. "Some cities do it for pure profit, others do it for more genuine reasons like trying to help the homeless, etc. So, if your city has repurposed and revived an old city or town, then you should be proud, because they saved a piece of history, whether they know it or not."
Denver Bullet
Dracon and Agunimon looked around as the bullet train came to a stop at the old station in the ruins of Thorton. While the old town had not been established enough to have a real railroad system, the fact the city had built a track for the bullet train indicated they were interested in reviving and repurposing the old town's remains into a more modern format. People coming here were all tourists as well as Hunters looking to get their start.
The Dragon of Denver was wearing his cloak he had brought with him, if only to hide his real form. As for Agunimon, he was able to pass off as a newbie Hunter looking to get a start in the business. Looking around, he tried to see anything unusual, but nothing stuck out to him. A scowl crossed his face as Dracon noticed it and looked at him from under his cloak's hood. "Just don't do anything stupid." Dracon said as the Warrior of Flame just grunted.
"I don't plan to." He countered as he looked around again, only to get the same results.
Dracon sighed before grabbing the Digimon by the arm and dragging him along. "C'mon. We don't need people questioning why you were looking around as if there was going to be an attack."
"Hey!" Agunimon yelped before he yanked his arm free from the Gundam's grasp. "What's with you and all the secrecy?" He growled as he looked at the mech beside him.
"Let's just say I have a reputation as a very strong Huntsman." The Dragon of Denver countered. "And my frame makes me distinct as well as unique. So you can see the lengths I have to go to in order to investigate certain things."
Agunimon grunted before he put his hands behind his head and walked alongside the Gundam. "So, what are we supposed to be searching for?" He asked as Dracon looked back at him.
"Well, before you started looking around would have been a prime opportunity to ask since you didn't even have a clue as to what we were looking for!" The mech snorted before he answered the question. "And if you must know, anything out of the ordinary, like missing people, remains on the ground, that kind of thing."
"That's not much to really go on." Agunimon pointed out, looking back at the Gundam as Dracon nodded.
A sigh escaped the Gundam. "Well, the information on the mission wasn't exactly filled with explanation either." He admitted. "But then again, some missions are like that, and all the accepter can do is adapt as they learn more as the mission goes on."
"It seems like everyone here has to adapt to new fighting styles and ways of combat." The Warrior of Flame noted as Dracon chuckled at that.
"It's true. Everyone has to find a style of fighting and adapt it to whatever works best for them." The Gundam replied. "Like you. You're a close range fighter, and yet you have to adapt to fighting a long-range user like me."
Agunimon snorted again. "Like it's fair though." Dracon chuckled again at that.
"True. But you have done well so far." He admitted. "Even going as far as to use your 'ability' to get the upper hand for a time."
Even though the Digimon tried to suppress it, a smirk crossed his lips at that. "True." The smirk then faded again. "But not everyone will fall for it, like you said."
Dracon placed a hand on the Warrior of Flame's shoulder. "You'll find a way to win if you can."
Agunimon looked down and sighed. "I hope you're right..." He murmured.
San Diego
While Beetlemon was working on his aim with his new weapons, Lobomon was looking over the information on Grimm that he could find. As it was, there was quite a bit, but almost none of it was about how the Grimm functioned in comparison to humans, Faunus, or Mobians. Based on what he was reading, it seemed Grimm turned into smoke, indicating they lacked a real form, only held together by the ooze that made them up.
He frowned to himself as he narrowed his red eyes. It seemed the Grimm had more to them than he had first thought.
Daffy noticed his frown and walked over. "Something on your mind?" The duck Mobian asked as he sat down next to the Warrior of Light, straightening his white suit and tie as he did so.
Lobomon gave him a glance back before returning to his reading. "Just the Grimm."
The casino owner nodded. "I sthee." He said. "Well, the Grimm aren't much of a threat when one isth a Huntsthman."
"But to those that aren't?" The Digimon asked as he looked back at the Mobian.
"They're gonersth." Daffy retorted with a grim smile.
A grunt escaped the Digimon as he looked back at the book's contents again. "So I hear."
As it was, no one had managed to kill a Grimm and obtain a body for examination. The Digimon frowned at that again. Why was it that Grimm could not be examined post-killing? He didn't know, and he wasn't sure he wanted to know why either...
Thorton, Colorado
Agunimon looked around within the ruins of the once used village, his eyes alert for anything unusual. As it was, he was getting a bad feeling from this place, and he wanted to know why he was. Next to him, Dracon looked around as well, only to tense up as his frame began to take on a slight greenish glow to it. Looking back in confusion, Agunimon couldn't help but wonder why the mech's body was glowing slightly. "What's wrong?"
"I'm getting a bad feeling here..." Dracon murmured before a sudden scream cut across the air, making both look back just in time to see what looked like a being made of meat coming out from an old hotel's ruins, roaring as it did so.
Dracon didn't seem to fazed, but he did take a step or two back, unlike the Warrior of Flame, who wound up staggering back a few steps in surprise and disbelief. "Um...is that normal?" The Digimon asked as the Gundam growled to himself.
"No, it isn't." The Dragon of Denver confirmed as he readied his beam magnum weapon. "If the rumors about this place are true, then I think and suspect we might have stumbled across the lair of the Food Witch."
"Great..." Agunimon muttered as he eyed the meat monster with wariness. "Just what we need."
Dracon looked back at the Warrior of Flame and spoke. "It would be best if you get away from here."
"What?!" Agunimon exclaimed in shock. "But why?!"
"Do I really need to remind you?" Dracon growled as a sudden movement from the warrior made his cracked ribs flare up in pain. It also served as a reminder to Agunimon that he was still injured and thus not in good condition to fight. Looking back at the Dragon of Denver and the meat monster, Agunimon growled to himself. He knew he could handle things on his own, but he also knew Dracon was right. His injuries would only slow him down, if not get worse over time in battle if he fought that thing himself.
Turning around, Agunimon ran from the battlefield, looking for a place to hide or at least a spot where he could launch a sneak attack. Safe to say, there were quite a few places to hide, but none of them hid him well enough. Growling to himself, the Digimon was frustrated by the lack of a difference he could make. As it was, he had only two knives for defense in addition to his power over fire. Reaching an old store front, the Warrior of Flame ducked inside and hid behind the old front desk. Agunimon panted as he sat there, listening to see if Dracon was doing okay. He hoped so...
Dracon, upon seeing the warrior run off to hide, turned his focus to the meat monster and aimed his weapon. "Now let's see what we are up against here." He said before the monster roared at him. The Gundam didn't flinch, eyeing the creation with interest and an analytical eye...err, optic. Already he could pick up the density of the meat making up its body and adjusted his aim accordingly, targeting the weakest spot in density and thickness. His targeting HUD beeped and the reticle turned green. Dracon fired, the beam shot lancing out and piercing the meat monster's right shoulder. However, as soon as the limb fell to the ground, it seemed to grow extensions to reattach to the shoulder, which it did with a disgusting squishing sound.
That made the Dragon of Denver frown to himself mentally before he flared his wings, which threw open his cloak, and fired off his Fin Funnels, which darted into position around the meat monster. Dracon gave the mental command to fire, which they did. Eight beams, nine when he used his beam magnum, hit the monster from nine different angles, which then caused an explosion of meat to spread everywhere. Dracon walked over to where the monster had once stood, only to pause as he sensed something that was unusual. He swore he saw a shimmering form emerge from the remains of the meat monster before fading away. Of course, the Gundam just dismissed it as a trick of the light, but he wasn't entirely sure either.
Still, he was alert for in case anymore monsters showed up, his radar going at full power and range.
From inside the old storefront, Agunimon could hear an explosion of some kind, but didn't sound like it was mechanical in nature, thanks to his enhanced hearing being able to pick up the differences in the sounds. That led him to conclude, correctly, that the meat monster had been beaten. While he was tempted to run out there and aid Dracon, something was telling him to stay put, or at least look around for some kind of ranged weapon. Agunimon snorted to himself. Like he would find a ranged weapon of use in here. Still, it didn't hurt to look around, so he got up, wincing at the pain from his ribs, before proceeding to look through the old storefront.
The Digimon made his way to what looked like a stack of old trunks, and he flipped out the knife on his right gauntlet before sticking the blade into the lock. Some moving it around, and he soon had the top of the trunk opened. Much to his dismay, there was only old clothing inside. Slamming the lid shut, Agunimon then moved it to the floor before he saw another one underneath the first. Looking closely at it, he was surprised to see it was an old World War II era trunk, something that must have been left behind by a former resident that tried to make ends met in the ruins in a failed attempt to revive this town back in the 1950s. Curious, the Warrior of Flame opened it up the same way, only to stop as he stared at the contents once he had opened the top. Inside, in well-kept condition, was a long-range rifle with a scope on it. Agunimon knew this was a sniper rifle based on the design, and there was even a case of rounds for it, complete with Dust canisters that were empty.
A low growl from outside made the Digimon tense up as he looked back. It sounded like it wasn't too far away... His gaze flicking back to the rifle, Agunimon didn't hesitate to grab it and the rounds, running out just in time to see what looked like a mash-up of potatoes and cheese making its way towards Dracon, who was completely unaware of the sneak attack. Swearing to himself under his breath, Agunimon fumbled with the rifle, only managing to open the round chamber after a half minute of moving his hands over it to see how it worked. He flipped out a round before placing some fire Dust on it and slipping it into the rifle. Closing the round chamber, Agunimon then stood up again, ignoring the pain in his chest as he did so. He ran out to a hiding spot, only to see it was a good place to try his hand at sniping from.
Kneeling down, the Digimon aimed the rifle, peering through the scope as he did so. One blue eye shut as he aimed carefully. As it was, he wasn't used to this, so he expected his aim to be quite off; he was more used to using his Pyro Punch and getting results that way. However, much to his surprise, when he fired the round, the shot was actually on target, if not off by a few inches. Whereas Agunimon had been aiming at the center of the mouth, his shot wen through what was supposed to be the left eye instead.
The Digimon could see Dracon whirling around in surprise, just in time to see the newest monster fall to the ground.
Dracon hadn't been expecting to hear the crack of a sniper rifle firing, nor had he been expecting to see a potato and cheese monster coming up on him from behind, only to fall down with a shot through what was once the left eye on it. Glancing around, Dracon caught the sight of a glint, which indicated the scope of the rifle. But who was wielding it was even more surprising. 'Agunimon?! He's the one who fired that shot?!'
Sure enough, the Warrior of Flame could be seen kneeling there, the rifle in his grasp. While the Dragon of Denver was caught by surprise, to see the warrior out of harm's way was just as much of a relief as anything else. Then, Dracon realized what this meant. It meant Agunimon could aid him in combat, just out of sight! 'Smart move...' Dracon thought with a mental smirk. 'If he can't fight directly due to his injuries, use a weapon that has range.'
Plans for a new weapon for the warrior came to his processor, but Dracon shoved it aside for the time being. Maybe once this mission was over, but not now. Looking around, there was no sign of anything else sneaking up on him. He was fairly certain things had settled down somewhat, much to his relief. Or so it seemed...
Agunimon panted as he knelt there, the sniper rifle held in his grasp as he watched Dracon from his hiding spot. But just when it seemed things were about to calm down, the Digimon got an odd feeling running down the back of his spine. Knowing better than to ignore his Digimon instincts now, he closed his eyes and concentrated, using his enhanced senses to search out the source of the feeling. Much to his surprise, he heard the sound of something breathing heavily, off to his left, hidden behind an old carriage that sat off to the side.
Opening his blue eyes as he looked back, the Warrior of Flame aimed the sniper rifle and peered through the scope once more. Once again, he closed one eye as he locked onto the source of the breathing, which was getting louder and louder. His gloved finger squeezed the trigger, just as a fire-Dust laced round sped out with a loud crack. The carriage's side covering was pierced easily and set ablaze just as the source of the breathing, a broccoli and sausage monster stumbled back with a roar. The plant part of it was now aflame, and it could not put out the fire, lest it burn even faster. While the lower half was meat-based, the fact the upper half was based on a plant was what doomed it.
Against his better judgement, a smirk crossed the Warrior of Flame's face. He squeezed the trigger again, sending another round towards the creature, this time hitting it in the lower torso. The flame-Dust laced round set the lower half alight with fire, just as Agunimon finally lowered the rifle. With the end pointed towards the ground, he felt they were now clear of danger.
Dracon blinked, surprised he had missed the broccoli and sausage monster hiding in the old carriage. For a moment, he wondered how Agunimon had figured out where it was. Shaking his helm, he shoved the thought aside for the time being. Looking back at the Warrior of Flame, the Dragon of Denver was surprised to see he had the barrel of the rifle pointed towards the ground. The way he was holding himself also told the mech that they were out of danger now. If what he remembered about the Grimm Slayer was right, then perhaps the warrior's senses were much sharper than a human's, or even his own, which was saying something since he had mil-spec sensors. He chuckled to himself as he made his way over to Agunimon, who was now standing up himself.
"Nice shots." Dracon praised as the warrior looked back at him in surprise, almost dropping the sniper rifle, but not losing his grip on it.
"Oh...Sorry..." Agunimon said as he looked down, his face turning red from his blush of embarrassment.
Dracon shook his helm. "No, there's no need to be sorry about what you did." He said in a reassuring manner. "In fact, the fact you found that rifle actually solved one of our major problems, which was how to have you aid me while you were still injured."
Looking back up, the warrior gave a sheepish smile. Dracon gave a nod to him in return. Looking down at the rifle in his grasp, Agunimon sighed. "I guess I found a new style of fighting, didn't I?"
"Well, that is true." Dracon began, making the Warrior of Flame look up at him again. "But that doesn't mean you have to use it only." Seeing his confused look, Dracon flared his optics in what was supposed to be a smirk, and it seemed the warrior got the idea of that as well. "You could try combining your natural combat skills with using long-range if you really want to."
Agunimon looked at the rifle in his hands again, a thoughtful look crossing his face. Now that he thought about it, it seemed to make sense. But he couldn't just use his regular combat style either. Then it hit him. He didn't have to use his regular combat style or the rifle alone. Looking at the barrel, an idea began to take form. Maybe... "Is it possible to possibly make the barrel similar to a katana?"
Dracon flashed his optics in a blink before he realized wha Agunimon was getting at. He smiled mentally. "I don't see why not." He said.
Seeing the warrior grin was enough to make the Dragon of Denver feel glad he had brought him along.
Dimension O-000
Looking out at the many flags flying in front of the complex, the planetary leader had a frown on his face. While things looked peaceful, he was more than aware of the threat that lurked beyond the confines of space and time. A hissing sound made him look back, just in time to see one of the two world leaders that were a part of the elite unit that helped to keep the planet safe. She was in her late twenties to early thirties, with blonde hair and amber eyes that held a fiery passion for her homeland and for doing what was right.
"I see you made it, Your Highness." The Secretary General said as she frowned. While she was a woman who was ruled by her temper in her younger years, years of being queen had tempered that desire to snap.
The queen spoke. "I told you to not call me that."
"Ah, but that is your position, so of course I should call you that." The Secretary General countered. "After all, what world leader would I be if I was so informal like everyone in your unit is?"
A growl escaped the queen, but she didn't snap as she would have when she was in her mid-to-late teens. And what he said was true, about her unit anyway. Despite being so strong and so skilled, as well as holding a level of professionalism that most such units would give anything to have, the team was close enough that they could get away with calling each other by first name only as well. "I suppose you have a point." She conceded.
The Secretary General looked back at her again. "Anyway, you are aware why I called you here, right?"
The queen nodded. "Yes." She replied as she sat down. "He saw another wormhole open in space before it stabilized at point Yellow Delta 3. And after it stabilized, the wormhole collapsed." She summarized, which earned her a single nod.
"Yes. And that it stabilized is what worries me the most." The older man admitted. He closed his eyes and sighed before looking back up as he opened his blue eyes again. "It means the breach we have been preparing for is coming."
"You mean getting past our dimensional penetration jamming technology?!" The queen gasped.
The nod from the Secretary General only confirmed her worst fears. "Then...?"
"We prepare for war." The older man said. Those four words were what sealed it. If the wormhole opened again, her unit would be sent through to gather data as well as figure out who was behind it.
GrimmFall Universe, Thorton, Colorado
Agunimon walked beside Dracon as the two tried to find out where those food monsters had come from, his new sniper rifle slung over his back. The Digimon was getting the feeling something was lurking there, and it wasn't good. Dracon too was getting that same feeling, but much stronger than the Warrior of Flame was. His blue eyes darted around, trying to spot anything that seemed out of the ordinary. Beside him, Dracon had expanded his radar's range to try and catch anything unusual, but there was nothing that the two of them could see.
Dracon sighed as he came to a stop. Agunimon stopped as well, looking back behind him. "Something wrong?" He asked as Dracon looked back up and shook his helm.
"No." The mech replied, trying to wave off the Digimon's concern. "Nothing's wrong."
A frown crossed Agunimon's face at the attempt to dismiss his inquiry. "Are you sure?" He asked. The Digimon didn't like the fact Dracon was trying to wave off his concern.
The Dragon of Denver sighed. "Yes, I'm-" He was cut off as he suddenly yelped and his hands flew to his helm as his inner frame began to glow a greenish-white color.
Dracon yelped as he felt this pain lance across his helm as his psychoframe began to glow its distinctive greenish-white color. He nearly fell to his knees if he didn't steady himself. He could hear Agunimon's cry of concern as the warrior ran to his side, but the Gundam brushed off the Warrior of Flame's attempt to help him stand. "I'm fine..." Dracon hissed as the pain receded into his processor, down to a dull throb before outright vanishing.
Looking around, the mech tried to find out what had caused that, and a diagnostic scan revealed everything was functioning, including his processor. Mentally, Dracon frowned to himself. If he was just fine, then what had that pain been...?
Then... 'Help me!'
His helm whipped to the side as Dracon looked around. He was sure he had just heard a plea for help...
Next to him, Agunimon looked confused and concerned before he suddenly gasped and began to look around as well.
The Digimon gasped as that same feeling that he had experienced before raced down his spine. The odd tingle that he had experienced was back, but this time in full force it seemed. Looking around, Agunimon tried to find the source of it visually before he growled softly. Closing his eyes, the Warrior of Flame relied on his Digimon instincts to try and get an idea of what it was he was sensing. He went absolutely still, relying on his sense of hearing to get an ID on what it was that was wrong.
While he didn't pick up anything unusual in terms of regular sound, he heard something. Agunimon could quite tell what it was at first, but then he heard it. The faint sound of someone humming a gentle tune. It wasn't too far. In fact, if he was close enough to hear it, then they were very close to the source. Opening his blue eyes, the Digimon turned to Dracon. "This way." He said as the Gundam looked back at him in what had to be surprise.
As the Warrior of Flame turned and ran off in the direction of the sound, Dracon had to bolt after to keep Agunimon in his sight. "What's up?" The Dragon of Denver asked as the Digimon looked back at him.
"I heard something in this direction." Agunimon explained.
"What did you hear?" Dracon asked, interested now. "Because I didn't hear anything and my audios are up to mil-spec."
"Just trust me." Agunimon said with a growl. "You'll know soon enough."
The duo soon reached what looked like a hidden cottage in the middle of the forest near the ruins. In fact, the place looked like it was out of a storybook almost, what with the nice little picket fence and white exterior with a brown roof and red front door.
"Okay...That's never been mentioned here." Dracon said with a confused tone to his voice. "What is this place?"
Instead of answering, Agunimon crept over to the window. Dracon groaned and followed suit, peering up first before the Digimon could. And what he saw surprised him. In through the window, the Gundam could see what looked like a witch's form hovering over a pot that was boiling and simmering with delectable contents. But what stunned the Dragon of Denver were the forms of a couple of young Mobians, one of which looked like a small white bear. However, the symbol on its chest made Dracon pause. He had seen a symbol on Agunimon, which was the symbol for fire in the Japanese language. If what he was seeing was correct, then this symbol was for... 'Ice!' Dracon thought. If what he recalled Agunimon telling him was correct, then this had to be the Warrior of Ice!
Next to him, Dracon could hear the warrior also trying to peer in, but it was this action that gave Dracon pause. If Agunimon saw his friend in there, then he might do something rash and rush in. For a moment, Dracon pondered on whether he should just push the Warrior of Flame down so he couldn't see inside, but then thought better against it. No, it was best Agunimon had confirmation of what they were up against. It would make him more wary and give him more experience. So, Dracon moved aside so the warrior could get a look inside as well. And his first hunch was right.
The Digimon didn't hesitate to peer inside alongside Dracon. He could see a form that looked like a witch hovering over a pot of some kind that was boiling with some kind of delicious smelling contents. His blue eyes gazed over the kitchen before this sudden feeling of white-hot rage built up inside his chest at the sight of a young Mobian and someone he knew very well in a cage. For in the corner of the kitchen was none other than Kumamon, the Warrior of Ice.
Agunimon could feel Dracon's tenseness, and vaguely got the feeling the Gundam was more than prepared to grab him and hold him back if he just rushed in there. As it was, he had no idea what this Food Witch was capable of, so he had to play it safe. As much as he wanted to rush in and save Kumamon, it wouldn't do anyone good if he got himself killed by being reckless.
Looking back at Dracon, Agunimon spoke. "So...what do we do now?" He asked.
Dracon looked down in thought. "Well, we know the Food Witch is planning something for those two."
"And I don't think it's to have them as guests for dinner, right?" Agunimon growled.
Dracon glanced back at him in surprise. "You...How did you figure it out?!"
The look on Agunimon's face told Dracon all he needed to know. It was a mixture of surprise, horror and disgust all at once. Dracon mentally sweat-dropped to himself. Something told him he really shouldn't have said that...
"Are you kidding me?!" Agunimon all but blurted. It was only due to his sheer restraint in shouting that they weren't heard.
Dracon shook his helm sadly.
Looking back inside, Agunimon growled to himself. How were they going to defeat the Food Witch and Save both Kumamon and the Mobian…?
Agunimon and Dracon finally encounter the Food Witch, who also happens to have the Warrior of Ice, Kumamon, as a appetizer alongside a young Mobian child as Beetlemon and Lobomon learn more about the world of GrimmFall while in dimension O-000 preparations for war begin to get underway. Will the two save Kumamon and the Mobian child? And what will dimension O-000 learn about the GrimmFall universe? Read on to find out~! :3