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Post by sangloupmon on Jan 10, 2012 15:44:48 GMT -5
Failure. Utter failure. They were expecting it, it was inevitable, but the taste it left in his mouth was even more bitter than he ever expected. The screams as his men died in agony, the attacks of countless defenders converging on him. A moment of distraction, the sight of Renamon... No, a Renamon, holding his beloved's blade. Then everything was black.
His mind suffered, his heart ached. The only solace he took was the death would come to take it all away from him. At least... That's what he had thought, until he slowly came to. Blinking, he tried to lift his head, but found everything hurt. "Uugh..." He moaned. His eyes fell on his hands. That was right... They had knocked him up so badly he had de-digivolved.
Putting all his effort, he managed to roll himself onto his back. Much of his belly fur had been singed off from the flames that engulfed the battle, and he had earned a rather nasty gash across his stomach. At least now he had a better view of what was around him. Why wouldn't they just kill me? He thought sourly as he found that he had been imprisoned instead.
Well fine. If they were going to do it this way, he couldn't care less. He placed his claws on his throat tentatively, but quickly pulled them back. No, he couldn't do that, not so much because he didn't want to, but because he simply didn't have the strength to even lift his claws, never mind drive them into his own throat quick enough to kill himself.
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Post by observer on Jan 10, 2012 16:35:18 GMT -5
Today was the day of great celebration in the village. The fearsome foe was defeated in a great battle, and their leader was imprisoned. The fight for survival was over. And the villagers got an incredible boost of morale and self-esteem. The ones who lead them became heroes, a statue was even considered being built in their honor. A statue of a renamon and an alraumon... But that would be for later. For now, the town needed repairs from the aftermath of this dreadful battle... Because any victory like this one is bittersweet at best...
After celebration came mourning for those who didn't manage to live until the end. Even though casualties were few, they still were casualties... and a tragedy for friends and families. A nohemon, who couldn't escape the clutches of the fearsome murderer, and a few Numemon who fell pray to the fire... They will be honored, and remembered, forever...
Renee didn't stay to the end of the ceremony... Why? Why she wasn't there, but instead strolling down the corridor that lead to the basement of Raremon's home? Well... somebody had to feed the prisoner... In her paws was a plate with rise, and a pot with water. A loaf of bread. That was all the village could spare. And it was generous too. Considering what crime he had committed...
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The battle was almost won. Most of the enemy forces had been effectively incinerated or butchered otherwise. Weak and scattered remains ran for escape, which was non-existent, only to fall pray to ambush and horrible death at hands of Raremon... it was incredibley gruesome what one such as him could do to others... But the one who caused more trouble than the entire army was the leader... Leader they had to destroy...
She had faced the monster in combat... One on one, surrounded by fire. He was weakened already by it and arrows of nohemons, she was simply there to finish the job... All three of her clones surrounded the mighty beast, him not knowing which to hit. It proved his undoing in a battle that was rather quick.
The renamon's tactic was simple - strike so that he would never stand up. The ability to blend with shadows was neutralized by blazing hell around them. He lunged, stabbed, clawed at clones, only to see them disappear in front of him. And he had made her move...
A slash across his soft stomach made the monster bend down in pain, his strength not enough to dodge, or continue fight. He was wounded, weak, and worn-out. Soon, he'd meet his fate. The Renamon rose her sword above his head, to decapitate him in one glorious blow... But then...
- NO! - a loud scream went through Mileena's head... And she felt her entire body paralyzed, not able to deliver the final blow.
- Ugh... why are you stopping me?!
- Do not ... kill him. The fight ... is over. He lost. No need... for more blood...
- Bah! Bullsh*t! You said I kill who I want to!That was out agreement!
- I lied.
And the blow went down on the wolf, hitting him straight into the head with the blunt grip of the sword, effectively knocking him out cold. A swirl of data encompassed his body, as it ebbed away, into oblivion, leaving in place a much smaller, humanoid body. He was still alive, only out cold... And that was all that mattered. He didn't die by her blade...
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The blade... She did receive it as the reward... It was brought into perfect, beautiful shape, and Raremon even found the scabbards for it - black and gold ones with emblem of the fox encrustated on them. The blade was positioned behind her back now. It felt so good, so .. familiar to wear it again. Even the peace-loving Renee recognized it as ... hers. But enough of that...
With a creek the door to the jail room opened, and she walked inside, the plate in her hands. Her attentive glare fell on the strabimon almost immediately. With all these wounds he looked ... weak, and pitiful. Even if he was a terrible person. That blank stare at the ceiling showed nothing but ... surrender. He has surrendered to his fate... as a prisoner, here. Or so it seemed...
- You ... are awake. - she said, approaching the cage. No, he would not escape, not with those injuries. Mileena got him good back there... Carefully, she put the plate down, and pressed it under the bars, before looking up at him again. So skinny too... Did he remember fighting her? His stare looked blank and mesmerized... She pitied him, in a way...
- Your food... I brought you. Eat ... you should. - her broken speech was heard echoing in the empty jailrooms...
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Post by sangloupmon on Jan 10, 2012 17:48:20 GMT -5
It never seemed to matter before, not after he killed... her. He had lost everything that meant anything to him then. Everything else was just going through the motions, as everything she held together slowly fell apart. That Renamon... The sword... The trap. He would have shook his head, but it hurt too much to even do that. It couldn't just be coincidence. But no, she was dead. She was dead. Dead.
Strabimon lay there, silently staring at the ceiling as his mind was tortured with memories too painful for him to bear. He didn't even notice the approach of someone outside, the scent of food was completely ignored. It wasn't until her second statement came that his gaze shot to her. If he wasn't already motionless on the floor, him freezing up further at the sight of the Renamon probably would have been noticable. Stop it! This isn't her! He thought, but no matter how much he reasoned, everytime he looked, he saw not this speech impaired Renamon, but his love.
He managed to tear his eyes away from her, making no move to even recognize the presence of food, even while his stomach protested. "I will not let you prolong my suffering longer than it needs to be." He grunted. He then managed to pull an arm up, and push the food away, though his weak push only made it move a few inches towards the bars. He then looked away.
"Where did you get that sword?" He asked, more curious than anything. She'd say something else, then his mind would be at ease knowing for sure she wasn't who he thought she was. If he was slowly going to rot to death in here, he at least wanted to do it without being tormented by this false hope that his love was somehow still alive.
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Post by observer on Jan 10, 2012 18:16:29 GMT -5
Suffering?
Well... guess he did have a point... It wasn't fun to stay in this prison... not knowing how your fate would be decided, and living on, well ... this, forever. But was dying any better? Not really. It was actually very scary to die. She should know. And ... He's probably scared of death also. Or he'd kill himself... - she thought, unaware of his attempts to do so just before she came in. Carefully, she pushed the plate closer to him.
- These people... don't believe... killing their prisoners... in. Eat... you will die... otherwise. - she tried making her propositions straight, she really did. But without much success once more. After saying that, she took a seat on the chair right next to the door to his cage, which was locked. Strange they left no guard before... then again, he'd probably wouldn't be able to escape, not in the state he was in...
She turned away as he gave her a strange glare, unsettling one even. Did he hate her? Probably did, she didn't know. She was the one who brought him here. Did she care? Well, not as much as she'd like to. He got what was coming to him, and him being here was ... just. And maybe his sentence would ... work on him too... - she thought to herself, musing...
The strabimon... she did not know why, but ... he sounded familiar, somehow... She couldn't put a finger on it, but ... he seemed like she knew him, somehow... Saw him before. Strange, it was, but she had such a reaction on many things. Her new sword for one. The sword again... he noticed it too. Why did the jagged blade draw so many glares? Chances of it belonging to the legendary raider were zero to none... Right?
- I got it ... here... Saw it... on the wall. Liked it. A reward ... for leading the defense ... it is. My sword. Mine. - her last words were to assert her claim. She was tired of everybody talking about how it looks like some evil sword blah blah blah and stuff Alraumon said constantly, annoying her to a degree. It was HER sword now. And nobody elses.
- Why ... you ask? What? Accuse it ... of being evil? Belonging to ... evil person? Tired of that... I am. It's my blade. - she sighed out, looking away, putting the blade in her lap and petting it...
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Post by sangloupmon on Jan 10, 2012 18:48:28 GMT -5
"Of course." He grumbled miserably. People and their mixed up views. How could a long drawn out death be better than a swift one? It ended the same no matter what, the only difference was the torment of the time between. Strabimon at this point, had no fear of death. When one had nothing left to live for, there was nothing left to fear from losing it, and Strabimon did have nothing. "I'm already dead." He grunted in response to her point about eating.
Her turning away from him was somehow more unsettling than her actual presence. Waves of guilt washed over him. No, no, I'm sorr--It's not her! He looked away again, instead, proceeding to glare at the wall. Renamon was dead. He killed her, there was no way she'd come back. No way, no how. He desperately wanted to shout at her to leave, but the words wouldn't even form on his mouth.
"Where did they ge-- Never mind." He said, at first seeming to have much urgency, but was cut off as he realized to pointlessness of it all. He was stuck here, stuck until he finally dropped dead. Life was so cruel. His first real clue that he could used to track down that Sepikmon, and there was nothing he could do with it! "It may be yours now, but it did once belong to our previous leader. It was very important to her."
Wait. Did she say leading the defense? His shock was enough, that not even being in major pain stopped him from jolting around to stare at her again his eyes wide, whether with shock or fear, was anyone's guess. "You... You organized the defense?" Strabimon choked. No. No, she was dead. DEAD. "You remind me of... Somebody..." He muttered, only just audible enough to hear.
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Post by observer on Jan 10, 2012 20:53:18 GMT -5
The fact that she was the one who commanded the troops was ... startling for him, it seems... It was hard to believe a handicapped, retarded renamon with a speech impediment could have orchestrated the destruction of an entire bandit brigade. She didn't believe it herself, because ... it was not entirely she... If it can even be considered her... A part of her, perhaps?
- Yes... The hole in the wall ... to lure you in... Running citizens... to draw you out... Ambush... traps... fire... All me... and not me at the same... time... Explain ... hard it is.... - she replied honestly, not even looking at him. But wait! Did he ... did he just say she reminded him of somebody? Who? Oh wait...
- Oh... guess ... let me. Evil raider lady? Because... the sword? The species? No... am not ... one. Never was... never will be. I heard... was told ... about her. Burned villages... executed innocents... My friend... alraumon... she is survivor ... of raid... she conducted... in fact... question you ... she wished. - she breathed out, standing up, sword in hand, before sheathing it back into the scabbards. Approaching the cage once more and kneeling down.
- Please... eat. You're hurt ... too much already... no need ... make it worse. I brought it here... so ... eat up... - she looked like she wouldn't take a no for an answer. She simply didn't want the prisoner to die. Being one was bad enough already... Plus... if the alraumon wanted to talk to him... he'd need to be in good enough shape to think and talk... The locals would decide his fate... if it weren't decided already. But it was just like Raremon said: "Killing a defenseless will make us as bad as them..."
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Post by sangloupmon on Jan 11, 2012 14:05:36 GMT -5
Well, the Renamon certainly wasn't too modest. Strabimon raised a brow. It was her, but not her at the same time? "What is that supposed to mean?" He inquired. No matter how much he thought of it, the Renamon's statement made no sense whatsoever. Okay, her speech pattern was obviously shot, but everything else seemed fairly easy to make out. Strange.
"Evil. Hmph!" Evil. Why did everyone fall for that? It's nothing but self righteous bull phooey spread by cowards too weak to fight for what they own and care about. "And no... Well, okay, those did set off alarm bells, but no. It was your technique that really did it. The traps she laid for our targets were just like that." Alraumon, Alraumon, Alraumon. Oh pfft, he'd probably raided dozens of villages with numerous Alraumon inhabiting it.
And then she went on about eating again. "Oh please, I'm rock bottom here. There is no worse." He sneered, still ignoring the food. "I'm either going to die in this cell sooner or later. I prefer sooner, thank you very much." Oh sure, they probably wanted him to have some sort of strength for whatever questioning that plant would give him. But hey, it was going to be a waste of time no matter what, so what did he care?
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Post by mirei on Jan 14, 2012 13:56:02 GMT -5
Just as the wolf expected, the interrogation session was about to begin, and the interrogator was going to be the very Alraumon his vile mistress and him wronged many years ago.
The rusty door to the jail room was rather noisy, and the plant digimon didn't bother at all in being quiet, pushing it hard enough for its noise to alert both Renamon and Strabimon about the incoming visitor. No sooner she arrived, she looked at the fox, then at the still non devoured food, and then at the wolf, he looked much less menacing now that his body was injured and his energy depleted.
"Did he say something?"
She asked at the renamon. She knew that renamon's gentle nature made people prone to talk with her and expected that the wolf at least mentioned anything at least minimally useful. Nevermind, she had a few questions of her own to make him.
"Tell me, where you part of the Renamon gang that terrorized File Island many years ago? What you say might reduce your punishment"
She needed to know, NOW, if he was part of the gang or not and her rather aggressive voice tone and facial expression made rather noticeable that she wasn't here to play the good cop when in fact she planned to be as rude as possible with him. Its been so many years since the incident that she barely remembered the face of the Sangloupmon who took part of the massacre, so all she had was his word. But even if he weren't THE Sangloupmon, she still planned to give him a hard time. It was people like him the ones who caused digimon like her to be born, bearing nothing but hatred and grudges against all raiders in the world.
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Post by sangloupmon on Jan 15, 2012 12:42:19 GMT -5
Before Renamon could even insist, the door opened again, and in came Alraumon. Strabimon let his mind wander as she questioned the Renamon on what he said. Of course he didn't say anything. They were just arguing over the food and whether it was worth it to live longer inside a jail cell or die quickly. Whatever though. He might have fallen asleep again, if the Alraumon hadn't finally directed a question at him.
The plant's aggressive tone didn't make him flinch, though when the Alraumon suggested what he said possibly reducing his punishment, he smirked. "As if I am supposed to believe that." Strabimon rolled his eyes. These people didn't give a crap about him. There was nothing to reduce there. He was going to rot in this cell until he finally died of starvation or whatever diseases crawled down here.
"Yes, I was." Strabimon said, looking straight into the Alraumon's eyes as much as he could from his position. His tone expressed no amount of remorse, or any sort of feeling other than a bit of pride. He expected nothing but anger and aggression from the plant, but she was wasting her energy on that. He didn't care, he was already dead anyways, and this was nothing but emotions from someone who found themselves on the short end of the stick and was too weak to deal with it.
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Post by mirei on Jan 17, 2012 19:47:20 GMT -5
"This town's Elder doesn't like needless deaths, be obedient and your time in prison might be lessened"
Actually, she didn't care about what the elder would do next nor what would happen to this wicked wolf. The only thing that mattered was the information he could provide.
Regardless if the wolf believed her words or not, he did answer her question and just as she though, HE was that one evil wolf who served as Renamon's ride, HE was the one who om nom nommed the leftover data of her friends, HE was the one who could answer the important of questions: Was she still alive?
"Tell me! Were is she? Is she dead like the rumors says!? ANSWER!"
She tried to act more calm, really, but after the wolf confirmed what she suspected, she simply lost it. She simply couldn't rest until knowing the truth about what happened many years ago and she did nothing to hide just how much this mattered for her.
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Post by sangloupmon on Jan 19, 2012 14:40:46 GMT -5
Riiiight. Strabimon thought, snorting. If needless deaths weren't his thing, he wouldn't have resisted them. He and his raiders gave them a chance to offer up what they had without the need for violence, but he chose to throw away the lives of numerous villagers for it. That wasn't the choice of someone who didn't like needless deaths at all.
The Alraumon's next question, he hesitated on. Well until today, the answer would have been certain that she was dead. Plus the topic wasn't something he liked to dwell on. It had been disturbing enough to meet this particular Renamon with so much similarities to his love that it shook his belief that she was dead, even though the chances of her being alive was so slim. Having it questioned by this plant was just annoying now.
Now what to say? Really, he owed this plant nothing. He didn't have to tell her the truth. What reason did she have to trust his word anyways? It was worthless to her and he knew it. "Oh no, they aren't true at all. The evil one is waiting in the shadows for the right time to pounce on your pretty little head." He sneered. Of course, he was a terrible liar, and one would have to be an idiot not to see through it.
In a sense though, this would likely benefit the plant more than if he gave the straight up truth. Truth would have likely left her doubting his word. Giving her a lie to see through would likely make the truth more believable. Heh, he could have his fun and be 'helpful' too.
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Post by observer on Jan 22, 2012 15:49:50 GMT -5
Post for Gates:
Renee just looked left and right as the conversation between the two went on, as if she were watching a game of Ping-Pong. But she didn’t like how it went, at all. The plant was angry, and the prisoner was bitter and defiant, refusing to give her friend an honest question, thus provoking her to more outbursts of violence. And he didn’t even touch the food too. The townsfolk showed incredible generosity to their prisoner, and he was just going to throw it away? No, she didn’t like this at all. Why couldn’t they just get along? Sure, he was an evil raider, but … they don’t look so evil when they’re stripped of their power and put behind bars. They look … pitiful. Making Alraumon back away from the cage a bit, she knelt down again, looking the strabimon directly in his eyes.
– Don’t… be like that. All … defenseless people … hurt. You don’t feel … sorry for? – the renamon asked, trying to induce at least a little bit of remorse in the cold bandit’s heart. She believed that something could move him, or she wanted to believe at least. – Surely… if you help out… All destroyed… rebuild… tell the truth about … raider… a chance will be granted… to live life as … honest person. No killing… raiding… pillaging… ruining lives… Chance … redeem yourself… it is…
– Or we can burn you alive. Slowly. Or throw you into acid lake… Watch your flesh fall of the bones…
And then her facial expression shifted to pure horror, eyes widening and mouth agape at what she just said. She fell on her butt, crawling a bit away from the cage, looking around scared and weary. Her chin shivered a bit, before she could regain composure and stand up, finally gathering her wits and saying to … someone:
– Shut … up. Keep … quiet. Nobody asked … for your opinion…
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