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 Posted: Mon Sep 01, 2008 11:14 am
So, it would seem that the caves weren't as hard to get out of as he had thought.
Atleast not with those two kids sidetracked.
It really was a strange place to wake up in, especially when you're in the bottom of a vase and as small as impmon.
Speaking of which, how was he that small and still looking like Beezle?
It was odd, that's what it was.
The small digimons mind was going nintey miles a second as he ran through the trees.
This wasn't the digital world, but it wasn't Earth either.
Where was he?
Better yet, where were his guns?
He knew that blue haired girl should be his 'keeper' but he was still to confused to talk to her.
The fact that she had a bigger child with her didn't help.
It only pushed him out of the caves even faster.
If he could find a way out of here, maybe he'd be able to get back to his world...
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Posted: Mon Sep 01, 2008 1:08 pm
A shriek of rage sent nestled birds scattering in various directions. At the center of the suddenly predominately silent clearing, a small figure stood huffing and snarling. Both hands were clenched into fists, though the difference between the left and the right was numbing. One was normal, a pale collection of sharp nails, various rings, and slim digits. Her right though, was large, skeletal, and clicking with claw-like nails as she slowly began to flex it in frustration.
Where was she?
Where was Lucemon? Barbamon? Daemon? Hell, she'd even take Leviamon at this point! Her eyes darted around the forest, grazing over the cold stone of the mountains around her with disgust. She'd awoken deep within one of those caverns, stuck in a pathetic little vase stuck on a shelf cut into the very stone itself. It'd been the first time she met that strange serpent -he'd cried out when she almost toppled over the larger vase beside her own, before proceeding to introduce himself as Solomon.
Strange. She'd never heard of a digimon by that name before.
He'd called himself a winged naga though, confusing her to the point of annoyance. Such creatures didn't exist in the digital world... then attributing her sudden height reduction...
Where. Was. She?!
The Goddess of Darkness was not pleased. No. Far from it, in fact. Her wings were puny, only able to support her weight for short periods of time before giving out on her and landing her in the dirt. Thus her dusty knees and hands.
The snake had tried to stop her, telling her continuously flight in her current form wasn't wise. Much to her dismay, a strike from her Nazar Nail only served to draw a small line of blood from his hand. Apparently, her powers hadn't fully awakened yet. Lovely.
More she flew she noticed though, the easier it became again. Weak little wings were slowly gaining strength as she once again lifted herself into the air, surveying the area as she glided toward another cave. Though she now hated the mountains where she awoke, she couldn't help but stick by them until she understood what was going on. Or at least until her powers returned to full deleting force.
Her pointed ears twitched, the sound of a fast approaching body making her tense.
"Who's there?" she called out, thrilled to hear her voice still maintained its authoritative tone. Younger sounding, yes, but not horrific. Not the voice of a luscious lady she was used to, but not a squeaking child, either.
Her skeletal hand clicked and ground together as she readied it. Perhaps her Nazar Nail was back to full power now? What about her other attacks? Would they be of any use? Her scowl dictated not only her frustration towards the situation, but the fact she was apparently surrounded by incompetent creatures as well.
...huh... reminded her of the Digital world, actually...
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Posted: Mon Sep 01, 2008 3:18 pm
Considering that the small 'boy' had yet to realize he had wings, he'd continue to run as fast as his small clawed feet would take him.
What was wrong with this place?
Where was everyone?
He was at the point where he'd even welcome that irritating Calumon, and God knows, that was pretty desperate.
That voice was... familiar.
Hazy, but familiar. It had never accord to him that someone he knew could be here.
Hell, he didn't even know where 'here' was.
"I don't believe I have any reason to tell you that."
Beezle called back in his general sarcastic tone.
Good, atleast he didn't sound like Impmon, despite his size.
The small leather clad boy had stopped running before he replied and now took a leaning stance against one of the many rocks.
It had a slightly cocky look to it, but not one that he seemed to notice.
It was almost, in a way, as if it was natural to him.
Had he been bigger, the image would have been quite imposing.
Because of his size though, it was simply... strange.
Since the poor boy had yet to come across a mirror as of yet, he didn't know just how different he looked.
While his size was currently that of Impmon, his appearence was a mixture of his two upper forms, Beezlemon and Beezlemon Blast mode.
Unfortunately, due to the face that the wings were so small and his guns were currently missing, he had yet to figure that out.
Still, he stood there, staring at the other small person.
She was slightly familiar, but he couldn't really place her.
He did, however, have the sense of mind to recognize that she expected him to jump when she talked to him.
......
Peh.
Fat chance of that.
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Posted: Mon Sep 15, 2008 7:40 pm
Lilithmon hissed lightly, never one to appreciate another's self-confidence. To make matters worse, the strong sense of familiarity had since struck her once she'd set eyes on him.
Beelzemon? Physical shape -minus the height reduction- was right, but his coloring was off. Where were those blood thirsty eyes? The all dark that had him blending into the shadows?
What was with the green eyes, the wings?
This wasn't the digimon she knew. The hell.
Again her monstrous hand clicked and ground together, flexing her claws. The other's strange appearance only served to frustrate her further, glaring down at him from her wing-gifted position.
"Au contraire, though perhaps you'll need a little friendly persuasion."
On reflex, she slipped into a velvet tone of a seductress, awkward when paired with her stature and slightly more youthful voice. This, of course, didn't hit her till after she spoke, though her affectionate expression didn't falter for even a moment. Poisoned chocolate, all of her movements became soft and slow, lowering herself slightly so as to diminish the "holier than thou" appearance. Her mindset on that little tidbit hadn't changed, but it used to be so much fun to play with the lessers before deleting them.
Perhaps this one would offer the same level of entertainment?
((homg it's CRAP XD;;;; No clue on what to do = bad replies =w=;;;
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Posted: Tue Sep 16, 2008 5:48 pm
The small digimon snickered at the others attempt at sarcasm.
"I don't think I'm in the mood for your type of friendly persuasion."
He drawled, stretching his small arms behind his head as he did.
The movement spread down to his back as he rotated his shoulder blades, pleasantly surprised to find the wings from his Blast mode there.
Well, that was helpful.
It also allowed for a small twist to this encounter.
He wondered how she'd do in a race of sorts.
A game.
The small flicker of recognition was still there from before.
For some reason, it was almost like he knew she'd be a good opponent.
His tail moved slowly behind him in anticipation.
Would she take the bait?
Or would she simply be to high and mighty to play
"Hey Toots!"
He called over, specifically using one of the most annoying terms for the female gender ever developed.
"If you want to play, you're going to have to prove you can keep up!"
With that, he threw her a smug look and dashed off between the rocks.
Because of the nice little discovery he had made earlier, Beezle adjusted his course and jumped on top of the rocks, gaining altitude, instead of simply going around them.
Up
Up
Up
He eventually got to the point where he couldn't go any higher and without stopping, he jumped.
The black wings on his back spread out and caught the air only to push it under as he flapped and sped off once more.
He had yet to look back to see if she'd followed.
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