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Post by Wild Digimon on Aug 31, 2011 0:25:35 GMT -5
SOULMON.
the SHEPHERD.
[/sup][/center] The time was growing near...
Soulmon was anxiously 'pacing' the halls of the abandoned castle, hoping to find some peace and quiet here before the events unfolded. He wasn't so sure why he was panicking about the plans, or why he had even been so bold to question his masters' orders in the first place. What they had in mind was brilliant!...Right? Brilliant...and malicious! Soulmon should have been laughing at the sheer genius of it! But he wasn't. Instead he found himself sick with anticipation. What if... no, he didn't even know what he was so worried about! Why should he care?!
The brim of Soulmon's hat kept his worried eyes covered effectively while he glanced around the silent base. Hm... he was reminded of the legendary deck of cards that was said to open the gate to the human world. While he thought of this he pulled out his replica digivice that had allowed him to leap through both worlds with ease while in the presence of a computer monitor. It was a human's DNA that helped them do this, right?
Soulmon began to wonder... which human? What were they like? Who was their partner? What did they feel? What would they think about him having a piece of them? Dammit WHY DID HE CARE?! "DARNED THING!" the digimon shouted in frustration, thrusting the fake digivice against the wall.
Soulmon then winced like he was in pain after doing that, floating over to the digivice and picking it up gingerly to wipe off any dust or scratches with his sheet-covered arms. Quietly, he began muttering apologies to the thing as if it once had feelings.
What was going on with him?
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Post by neodevimon on Sept 3, 2011 12:26:56 GMT -5
 Once upon a time there was a beautiful castle. That castle is no longer beautiful. Time happened. That is what time does. No matter how strong or beautiful things may be when they are created, time will wreak its havoc upon everything. It eats away and destroys absolutely everything, no matter how well-hidden, no matter how well-preserved, and no matter how loved.
NeoDevimon's claws scraped softly along the surface of the stone, leaving behind barely-detectable marks. Time worked differently there in the digital world. Information, however, could corrupt and wither away with time, just as anything else could. This castle had been no exception. It was slowly whithering away and one day would be dust. This was a long time coming, but in the face of eternity it was not long at all.
Energy was a different matter, however....
The demon's thoughts were interrupted at a sharp and unpleasant sound reverberating loudly through the walls. He reared up, seeming larger than before. His turn was awkward looking, almost as though he was falling to the side instead of actually turning around with purpose. He never fell, however, his body gliding smoothly into walking toward the source of the sound. He was sure his companion would keep up, as he showed no sign in slowing for him.
Though his size was large and his feet clumsy-looking, he moved with an unnerving silence. His wings were unfurled wide, allowing him to glide quickly down the halls, meeting his pray rather quickly. He slowed and brought himself into a rolling halt. There was no visible change in his demeanor when he saw who it was. If he had been tensed up for a fight, it did not show, nor did it show if he had relaxed.
"Soulmon," his voice slid deep out of his throat. "How unexpected." The ghost digimon's eyes may have been hidden with the witch-like hat, but his air was quite easily read without seeing them. Soulmon was stressed and twitchy. This was not a relatively uncommon sight for this particular digimon, however at the moment he seemed to be more these things than usual. Considering recent events, it was no surprise.
No surprise at all.
This digimon had a task, regardless. It was not needed this moment, but it soon. "You are prepared." It was not a question.
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Post by cerberumon on Sept 6, 2011 23:16:55 GMT -5
C E R B E R U M O N X 
Usually, CerberumonX was loud, angry, sometimes pompous, sometimes indifferent. He walked with an aura of power and dominance that made other digimon cringe (and Antylamon roll her eyes). He was vicious. He was terrifying. It was a ritual of behavior that kept him alive and allowed him to feel safe. It was the only way he knew to be happy.
Today, however, on this unpleasantly bad day, CerberumonX was trapped being a submissive pet. The Cerberus’s master had summoned him, and even the two extra heads resting on Cerberumon’s shoulders, his brothers, ducked low in fearful respect as they trudged along through forest and field at the heel of the digimon that had raised them. CerberumonX did not ask any questions as they went along, even when they reached a crumbling, ancient castle. He didn’t dare question. He didn’t dare BREATHE differently when NeoDevimon was around without explicit instruction to. Cerberumon had risen far in strength and power in his lifetime, but when it came to his master, the young Ultimate would forever be stricken with fear. He could still remember vividly the day the demonic digimon had grabbed him by the head as a Rookie and threatened to eat him alive. How he had been spared only after giving up his freedom completely, forever.
Yes, CerberumonX was terrified of NeoDevimon. But he also loathed him more than any creature alive.
The three-headed digimon jerked out of his thoughts at a distant shout from somewhere in the castle. Neodevimon seemed to have heard it too; he reared to stand tall and turned towards the sound, almost gliding to keep him himself upright. Cerberumon did his best to stay at his master’s heels, though he had to break into a run when NeoDevimon started freaking FLYING. The voice sounded familiar—were they meeting an underling here? Why was NeoDevimon so eager?
And just like that, NeoDevimon stopped again. CerberumonX had to stumble in his haste to avoid running into the digimon, and couldn’t help but give his master a brief glare as he slowly settled back into his hunched, submissive posture. NeoDevimon, as always, was completely unreadable. It was as though he hadn’t flown like he just did, and that they had leisurely walked here to meet up with… Soulmon?
CerberumonX blinked as he regarded the nerve-racked digimon. Why had NeoDevimon hurried to meet Soulmon?
“Soulmon. How unexpected.” His master droned in a sort of bored, formal way. Cerberumon almost snorted but caught himself. NeoDevimon had to have known this digimon would be here—why else would they have traveled together to this specific site like this? Absently, the Cerberus leered at the ghost digimon from behind his master’s long legs. Soulmon was one of Cerberumon’s favorite servants to mess with; the little thing had always been so jumpy and such an entertaining suck-up. You could do almost anything with him and he’d just take it. The digimon seemed worse than usual today, however, and Cerberumon couldn’t help but wonder if something unusual was going on.
“You are prepared.” NeoDevimon continued. CerberumonX turned to stare at the back of his master’s head. Prepared for what? Why was Soulmon so freaked out? Why had he been brought to witness this? What was going ON???
He couldn’t help it; he had to ask.
“Excuse me, master,” Cerberumon made sure he spoke in as oily a polite voice as he could, “but what is this Shepherd preparing for?” He kept his ears lowered and body hunched, ready to dip his head in respect the moment NeoDevimon looked at him. He knew how to play the servant disgustingly too well. |
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Post by Wild Digimon on Sept 7, 2011 0:28:45 GMT -5
SOULMON.
the SHEPHERD.
[/sup]  [/center] NeoDevimon. Swift and silent as death. Soulmon was happy he was already 'dead' - otherwise with an entrance like that he may as well had suffered from a heart attack.
Soulmon's first instinct upon hearing the cool tone of his Master's voice was to fling the dark digivice over his shoulder and kneel to NeoDevimon's feet. However, he fought this impulse and brought the device even closer to his chest, guarding his heart with it. This display of courage was short-lived, however, and Soulmon slid the device back into his ghostly sleeve. The last thing he wanted to do was put NeoDevimon under the impression he wasn't prepared... even though Soulmon was sure he already knew that.
"O-o-o-OH! Your unholiness! Fancy seeing you here–I hadn't been expecting company!"
Soulmon almost blurted something like 'you startled me' or 'don't sneak up on me like that' but he remembered who he was talking to. To speak to NeoDevimon without being spoken to first... well Soulmon felt that any move he made around this Master was a step on thin ice even when he was most polite.
It was then he finally noticed Cerberumon's presence, causing him to stiffen even further. Was this some kind of ambush...? Had they sensed... he was having second thoughts about this whole thing? Soulmon was up against two of the most powerful digimon he had even known... to question their authority... he felt absolutely sick with himself. But something about all of this... something lurking deep inside Soulmon's heart (wherever it was) told him that it was all wrong. He couldn't let this happen - and he was willing to risk his well-being in order to voice this.
"S-speaking of that..." Soulmon piped up, holding out a clawed finger from his sleeve as if to state that he only had 'one thing' wrong with this. Instead of telling Cerberumon what they had been planning, he knew better than to take away that task from NeoDevimon - if he had even been planning to tell him. "I..."
Come on, Soulmon...
"Forgive me for saying so, my most malicious masters... but..." Soulmon's finger dropped to his side, retracting his claw back into his sleeve as he stared blankly at the ground at not at them. It was the only way he could imagine himself opposing their wishes – without staring at them in the eye.
"...I've been thinking...Um...p-perhaps...this isn't the best plan..."
He'd done it now.played by nicknack
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Post by neodevimon on Sept 10, 2011 10:03:17 GMT -5
NeoDevimon's head twitched slightly back toward the beast that knelt at his feet. His claws curled and he bristled visibly, wings raising and everything about him seeming to become larger. Ignorance.
May the devil have his way with you, pay attention.
"You should know already." It was blunt. It was true. Cerberumon X was a Harvester, not a simple Shepherd. It was not being kept a secret from him. Child. "I will tell you."
Dismissed. Not to leave. Just to be ignored for the moment. Soulmon was in his gaze now.
"You are letting doubt hold you back from rising in ranks and strength." His eyes were somewhat wide behind his mask. Not in surprise. His multiple sets of optics were trained on this Shepherd with purpose, watching his reactions. "Something is going to happen."
The demon let out a short laugh, low and deep in his chest. No. It was not what could be called a laugh. It was a dull and sudden exhale. Laughter comes from something that can feel joy. He did, however, lower his wings and the intimidating demeanor was soothed somewhat.
”I have to wonder why,” NeoDevimon's voice came out in a deep sigh, “you would call your own idea a bad one despite our approval.” Wondering is silly when one already knows.
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Post by cerberumon on Sept 25, 2011 12:40:24 GMT -5
C E R B E R U M O N X 
CerberumonX realized only too late the mistake he had made in showing his ignorance.
He could only shrink as Neodevimon bristled, and for a terrifying moment the digimon thought he might be physically punished in some way. However, in the end Neodevimon only spoke in his usual calmness, “You should know already. I will tell you.” And then he turned away.
It took a long moment before Cerberumon realized he’d been snubbed, and was now completely outside the conversation. His brothers growled in a nervous way but he urgently shushed them, struggling to keep his own sudden burning anger in check. If nobody told him what was going on, how should he know? He racked his brain for some trace of knowledge of a plan that involved Soulmon so focally, but the only plan he’d recently heard of that had to do with Soulmon at ALL was...well Soulmon had talked like that was going to be done by many Shepherds and he wasn’t specifically important for it. In fact, Cerberumon had tried to GIVE Soulmon a more important job by giving him that spore personally with the task of picking out the perfect pawn. What could this other plan be???
Defeated, the three-headed dog bowed low to accept NeoDevimon’s decision and crept away from the doorway, towards a wall to watch them converse from the shadows. Perhaps he could just learn by observation—surely at SOME point they’d mention what the plan actually was.
Soulmon seemed… not just twitchier than usual, but almost defensive, Cerberumon realized. He growled softly at the sight of it, suddenly not trusting Soulmon’s motives at all. He didn’t act on what he felt since NeoDevimon was there to take care of things, but he did his best to look daunting as he stared at Soulmon from his crouched position in the shadows; the digimon was potentially an enemy now and Cerberumon took it upon himself to try and rattle him without NeoDevimon noticing.
Soulmon seemed to be having second thoughts about the plan, whatever it was. It was almost impressive seeing this usual toe-kissing voicing his own opinion, though WHY he was against it still left Cerberumon suspicious. Was there some kind of conspiracy going on here? Some rebellion?
NeoDevimon gave Soulmon a little lecture in how the digimon’s character was getting in the way of making anything of himself. Cerberumon’s ear twitched; he used to sometimes get that speech when he was younger. He hadn’t been foolish enough to question it—he’d worked harder to meet his master’s expectations. He’d risen in strength. He’d stayed alive. Sometimes digimon failed to be what NeoDevimon wanted and those didn’t last long. Cerberumon had never understood why anyone would choose such a foolish and tragic path. Life… life meant more than anything. It was all one had.
Then, after a strange sort of laugh and sigh, NeoDevimon dropped the fact that Soulmon was protesting his own plan.
“WHAT ARE YOU PLAYING AT???” the Cerberus spat to the ghost underling. He couldn’t help himself—it was stupid, it was confusing, and it was SO out of character for Soulmon to do everything he was apparently doing that Cerberumon saw conspiracy written all over it. Soulmon wasn’t this clever, or brave or stupid. Surely someone in the background was pulling the strings.
He stormed out of the shadows towards the ghost, bristling, intending on giving him a piece of his mind. He brushed past NeoDevimon without so much as a pause or glance. Suddenly, to him, NeoDevimon wasn’t there. It was the dumbest state he could fall into; if he’d noticed it happened he would have dropped into a state of utter submission immediately. But he didn’t.
Besides, he was quickly finding out he had done nothing wrong. He’d never been told this plan whatever it was. He would have remembered if SOULMON came to him with an idea because the mere CONCEPT of Soulmon coming up with a useful plan was bizarre. He had nothing to worry about.
“TALK! What are you scheming, leading us on with an idea then trying to take it away?” The words came out a furious hiss.
(( My apologies for this post taking so long--unusual things happened outside my control. I do not plan on making a habit of being so slow )) |
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Post by Wild Digimon on Sept 29, 2011 5:06:45 GMT -5
SOULMON.
the SHEPHERD.
[/sup][/center] "You are letting doubt hold you back from rising in ranks and strength."
Ranks...Strength...
He didn't care.
Soulmon never found any solace in knowing he was a champion-leveled digimon that could easily take down whatever came his way. He didn't share the lust for power that the rest of his allies did. In the end he had become a Shepherd for...
...Why...?
Why DID he become a Shepherd, again?
It was a lost memory. All that Soulmon could recall was that he had lost something... purpose... In fact the whole reason why he was beginning to doubt himself and the 'plan' had been this emptiness that grew inside him. Each and every day he questioned why he felt like there was such a void - what was missing? Why wasn't he happy? He made his Harvesters happy...so...shouldn't he be? Dammit, why was this so COMPLICATED?
With each slow, cruel, dark word that NeoDevimon spoke - Soulmon felt himself shrinking further and further and any confidence he had felt before melt with is faux grin and was replaced with fear. He could tell Cerberumon shared this fear of NeoDevimon, who was physically scary enough himself but... when he spoke... when he chose his words with ease the demon was STILL able to paralyze him. It wasn't just his tone of voice...NeoDevimon knew exactly what had been holding him back. That hesitation... that curiosity and nagging feeling that something was ever-so-wrong. The only thing he could manage was a whimper... no, not even... a whisper. A voice so small and weak that would never conquer this demon and his three-headed dog.
"..I-I..."
“WHAT ARE YOU PLAYING AT???”
He braced himself, throwing his pathetic sheet-limbs up and over his head to grip hard at the brim of his hat and tug it down over his eyes.
“TALK! What are you scheming, leading us on with an idea then trying to take it away?”
He knew this was a horrible idea.
It wasn't that Soulmon was disobedient, stupid, or brave. Truth was... Soulmon just simply didn't have it in him to hurt anyone. It hadn't even been his idea to go through with it in the first place. The ghost simply wanted to impress one of his superiors (that superior being Antylamon) with a simple little idea... and of course as a cruel test of his loyalty to the Harvesters had told him to organize it. He had dug his own proverbial grave, and now he was stuck with the other two without explanations or excuses.
Once the ghoul finally mustered the courage to dare glance at his masters, it was obvious that he was trembling in fear. Not a word... no, no words would protect him from these giants. He was alone. He had always been alone.
"..I'm...I apologize." The ghost choked out, attempting to sound as respectful as possible instead of a sniveling, cowering idiot that he seemed to be taken for. "I... I'm not... scheming anything... I... was simply worried our forces would be easily overpowered by the partner digimon attending."
That was a lie, but it was a good enough excuse. Even with dark spores hindering children from remembering their digimon partners and keeping them from evolving there was always that chance that the love between a human and their digimon could easily overwhelm the power of the dark spores. That was all it took - and even if one fought through and was able to digivolve... there would be a problem.
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Post by neodevimon on Oct 1, 2011 11:33:47 GMT -5
NeoDevimon watched the two silently, moving very little. For the moment, he became merely an audience member. Cereberumon drew the attention to himself instead, threateningly interrogating the fearful Soulmon. The ghost made no attempt to hide his fear in front of his superiors.
What are you doing, Soulmon? What are you thinking? Oh little ghost.
He let the dog beast have his fun before he casually reached forward, his wings sifting outward as his claws slid into the flesh around his neck. It did not slide in far, however. The hooks in his claws would have been horrific to get out had they slid in further. Of course, if the digimon decided he was going to continue or struggle, NeoDevimon would not mind. It was not actively injected, but the demon brimmed with negative energies. Without effort put in at all, energies of despair and anguish flowed into the beastly digimon he held. The direct contact was enough.
NeoDevimon leaned in close. He wanted to see those eyes. With an odd gentleness, he gripped at the rim of the cute little witch hat and pulled upward slightly.
"You and I know something beautiful. I will not fear shattering it. Complete your task."
Oh eyes. But he did not stray long. His claws curled around the ghost's body from above, squishing the hat. The sharp tips brushed gently against the flimsy little sheet, not cutting it but coming oh so close. The way he moved, it was as though he was using Soulmon and Cereberumon to heft himself back up, but he applied very little downward pressure upon the digimon. His wings stirred the air as he moved, causing cold, unhappy currents within the room as he righted himself and released the two.
Though released is an odd word for it.
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