Subject: Test Of Courage [gogglenoob/open] 405 views

[SUPERDUDE!]

[atrb=border,0,btable][atrb=style,width: 380px; padding: 20 0 20 20;][atrb=style, background: url(http://i51.tinypic.com/25qr9qp.jpg); ,btable][atrb=cellpadding,0][atrb=cellspacing,0] Coronamon's breathing eased a little as he took better sight of their surrounding. Jungle Grave consisted of the same sea of dingy, thick mud from the Bulk Swamp, but the amount of land present was lesser this time. In all directions he saw islands of fertile soil that wouldn't grow a single weed. They had no flower or grass but graves that may or may not be occupied by corpses. Bakemon probably lived in the coffins or they were just designs to add to the spooky atmosphere. Coronamon hadn't been present during the Halloween Event since his tamers wasn't around. He was disappointed he didn't get to see the special design MAGAMI added for a short period of time but he supposed he didn't miss out that much if all they did was make the areas as unpleasant as Jungle Grave. "I can do this," Coronamon said, speaking to himself more than to Harry. "It's not that scary." Harry had warned him how frightening Jungle Grave was, putting Coronamon in a lot of unease and trepidation but he was feeling better seeing it for himself. It wasn't that bad. "R-really?" Harry asked, swallowing. "I see! That's exactly the kind of spirit you need and should always have." "You're right." Taking a deep breath, he sighed with the flames of his forehead and tail blazing stronger. "So, when are you going to get in?" Harry cleared his throat. He crossed his arms and wasted a couple of seconds smirking to hold the question in suspense before answering, "As soon as our friend arrives. Like you, he too must take the test of courage and prove his worth before my eyes." The smirk vanished, replaced by a sober stare. "We must know our allies and who of them can be trusted." Allies? Coronamon no longer asked. Whoever Harry's friend was, he didn't really care but Coronamon hoped he wasn't that strong. Strong enough to carry them, but not strong enough to embarrass him. Harry kept pressing Coronamon with expectations, telling him and everyone how he could defeat Perfect Digimon with ease and...Coronamon swallowed. There was apparently one at the end of the road. Maybe they would wind up getting lost or delayed by the rough terrain. That sounded nice, really nice. Getting lost meant lots of wild Digimon encounter and wasting a lot of items along the way. But they were always fun. Heck, the prospect was even safer than meeting the dangerous Digimon ahead. Coronamon crossed his fingers. He hoped the other human had a terrible sense of direction. credit `` KONYA☆

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[gogglehead]

Takato shivered as they stepped into Jungle Grave. "Y - you sure we're at the right place, G - guilmon?"

The red dinosaur was oblivious to his tamer's worries, looking around curiously as always. "Yep!" He chimed happily. "Doesn't it look scary, Takatomon?" He asked, though he didn't sound scared at all.

"Y - yeah." Takato replied shakily as he walked across past the gravestones. Guilmon was a few steps ahead of him, looking over each stone and sniffing them curiously. Even Takato had to look at his digimon with envy. He only wished he could be that unaffected.

He shivered again as he swore a ghost past him by. "M - M -MAGAMI sure paid a lot of attention to detail when they made this place," he commented, trying to stay calm. "It looks like a real graveyard."

Silence.

"... Guilmon?"

He looked around worriedly. The tamer knew that digimon could wander off on their own, but -- augh not here! Not right now!

"Guilmon!"

"... atomon," a faint call came.

A few seconds later, Guilmon arrived. There were a few flowers in his fangs. "Lofh waf I fond (Look what I found)." He grinned. The stems of the flowers sticking out of his mouth made the action look rather strange, but that's not what shocked him.

"G - Guilmon ..." Takato began slowly. "Did you take those from the stones ... ?"

Guilmon tilted his head sideways, "maaaaybe?"

His eyes widened. "Guilmon! You're not supposed to take stuff from them!"

"Whyyyy?"

"Because it's bad, Guilmon. Scary things happen when someone takes stuff from them. Or even scary things appear like g-" He felt a light tap on his shoulder and turned around. "G - G - GHOOOOST!" He ran.

[SUPERDUDE!]

[atrb=border,0,btable][atrb=style,width: 380px; padding: 20 0 20 20;][atrb=style, background: url(http://i51.tinypic.com/25qr9qp.jpg); ,btable][atrb=cellpadding,0][atrb=cellspacing,0] Harry was awfully quiet today. Coronamon hadn't been able to pay much attention to the detail until it was too late and forgotten, as a yell reached his ears. He hadn't been able to respond to it though because Harry suddenly screamed too. "WHA - WHAT'S GOING ON?" Coronamon asked in panic. Were they under attack? He wasn't ready for a fight! "D-DID YOU HEAR THAT?" Harry stuttered, looking around wildly. "Y-yeah, I did, but why did you -" Harry paled and he pointed at a direction. "S-S-SOMETHING'S COMING!" "W-WHAAT?" Coronamon whirled around, spinning 360 degrees until he could spot a humanoid figure running toward their direction. "I SEE IT! SUPERDUDE, I SEE IT, WHAT ARE WE - " Coronamon turned and found his tamer missing from his side - he was running deeper inside the graveyard, away from the figure running toward them. "DON'T LEAVE ME!" Coronamon yelled, chasing after his tamer. "Don't turn back, don't turn back, don't turn back." Coronamon chanted in his head. He wasn't sure where they were going but he wasn't going to stay in one place. What the hell was going on? credit `` KONYA☆

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[gogglehead]

Guilmon looked at the "ghost," not understanding why his tamer was so afraid of them. They didn't look like a one of those white painted floating guys that his tamer described earlier. But, like the loyal dog digimon he was, Guilmon followed after his tamer. His outline was already vanishing from the dinosaur's vision.

Meanwhile, Takato didn't quite stop screaming until he tripped over something, landing on the ground roughly as he looked ahead. Forcing himself to sit up, he coughed, expelling the dirt from his mouth. "Gah! Yuck!" He wiped his mouth on his arm, trying to get rid of the taste.

Whoever the ghost was, they should be gone now. He was safe, right? But ... Staring out in front of him, he wasn't the only one running from something ... or someone. Placing his hands on his head, he ruffled his own hair, trying to think of a way around this.

And where was Guilmon!?

Soon enough, the red dinosaur came flopping by. The flowers hanging from his fangs were gone. "Takatomooooon," the digimon whined. "Don't leave me there!"

Uncaring if anyone else saw, Takato threw his arms around his partner. "Guilmon, you're alright!" He exclaimed with a relieved sigh. Now that he was here that really mean that they were safe, right? He stayed on the ground where he had been, shifting to sit in a crossed leg position. "Hmmmm. We were supposed to meet Superdude! here somewhere, but how are we going to find him?" What if we ran into another ghost? He tapped his head lightly as he thought about it. "Oh! The whisper thing!"

gogglehead ➨ superdude!: Boss, I'm here at the Jungle Grave.

[löwe]

The "ghost" stared blankly at where the yelling tamer had gone. They looked down to their partner, a red dinosaur who stared back at them with a more expressive but still confused stare. A shrug seemed to be all the Guilmon needed before they left -- presumably in search for their partner.

Bakumon made their way to the "ghost." If they could smirk, they would have at this point. "Löwe, maybe you should put more of an effort to warn people you're approaching." Though serious, the tamer could sense a hint of amusement in their usually monotonous tone. It hadn't been the first time that their tamer had been mistaken for a "ghost" in this area.

Löwe shook his head. "They shouldn't be hear if they can't manage it," he murmured quietly. These were the types of people he really disliked entering the Graveyard. They were too loud in what is meant to be a somber area.

[SUPERDUDE!]

[atrb=border,0,btable][atrb=style,width: 380px; padding: 20 0 20 20;][atrb=style, background: url(http://i51.tinypic.com/25qr9qp.jpg); ,btable][atrb=cellpadding,0][atrb=cellspacing,0] When his legs could run no more, Harry slowed down and threw his hands to his kneecaps, panting. What was that about? Was the Halloween event still on-going? He heard screaming and something had been running toward him. He must have outran it now...but ghosts didn't need to run. They could swoop in from out of nowhere - "AHH!" Harry yelped, shooting up straight and stumbling backward with his arms spinning as wide as a Ferris wheel. He'd just ran into a tombstone. Harry gulped. He didn't want to anger any of the ghosts here. "Coronamon?" Harry called out. His face had gotten even paler. Was Coronamon caught by the ghost? "No..." "Harry!" a familiar voice cried out, lighting his spirits up immediately. "Harry - wait for me!" "Coronamon!" Harry shouted, running toward his Digimon. "You're - " He was cut in his sentence when a voice spoke up...inside his head. "WHO'S THERE?" "I-it's me, Harry!" Coronamon said, stepping back in confusion. "What's wrong?" "There's a - ooooooh." Coronamon blankly watched as Harry's face turned from panic and distress to one of calmness and realization. Harry straightened, flashing a smirk. "It seems our guest has arrived." "What are you doing?" Coronamon asked, still rather blank as Harry pressed his ear. He was so confused with Harry's mood constantly changing like a fickle, tropical weather. Harry cleared his throat and modulated his deepest, most authoritative voice. [classy=whisper]superdude! ➨ gogglehead: Gogglehead, you're right on time. I am waiting inside. Proceed north so we may rendezvous. But be careful - it seems we are not alone.[/classy] Assuming the role of the captain, he scanned their surrounding: a cruel, unforgiving sea of land for the dead men. He waited for his trooper, gogglehead, to respond in their com-link. Coronamon remained unmoving from where he stood, still baffled by the situation and his tamer's unpreditacle behavior. One moment he was screaming, now he was talking to himself. He was definitely missing something but Harry was too preoccupied to clear it up for him. Just another day for the artificial intelligence. credit `` KONYA☆

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[gogglehead]

He was grateful that his voice had kept steady when he contacted his soon-to-be-guild leader. The sheer confidence in their voice brought a smile to his face. It practically radiated like the sun. "Did you hear that, Guilmon?" Takato said excitedly, almost forgetting that they were in the middle of a graveyard.

The digimon in question tilted his head to the side a little. He hadn't heard anything, but Takato didn't seem to notice. "It was Superdude!! He's here and waiting for us!"

"Yay!!!"

gogglehead ➨ superdude!: We'll be right there!

Although he couldn't see the player, he gave a salute.

Standing up, he pulled down the map (after a few tries). North, north, north. He turned, trying to face the right way. It probably really ridiculous looking if someone saw him, but he wasn't paying attention to that.

"That way," he pointed. Guilmon gave a nod before heading out in that direction first. "Don't run off!" Takato said lightly, though the back of his mind slowly realized something.

... There were others?

[SUPERDUDE!]

[atrb=border,0,btable][atrb=style,width: 380px; padding: 20 0 20 20;][atrb=style, background: url(http://i51.tinypic.com/25qr9qp.jpg); ,btable][atrb=cellpadding,0][atrb=cellspacing,0] Harry couldn't help but smile as he turned off the imaginary radio on his ear. What great spirit this young one shows! He was ready to be impressed, his goddamn hopes ready to be fulfilled. The best way to start a guild was to gather his best men, handpicked among those that he could trust. He would soon be looking at his lieutenant, his second-in-command and Harry shall mold him to a veteran like he. Gogglehead would become a great leader like him someday! "Coronamon, improve your expression!" Harry ordered, disappointed to see his partner with such a dull face in this exciting day. "Impro - wha - ?" Harry marched toward Coronamon and even though Harry was anything but dangerous, Coronamon couldn't help but step back. Harry lowered himself down to one knee and stared at the Digimon straight in the eyes. "Coronamon," Harry began patiently, "what element are you closely related to?" Coronamon glanced at his swishing tail. "Fire?" he said hesitantly. "FIRE!" Harry bellowed, causing Coronamon to yelp. "That's right, FIRE! You have to keep the fire alive! And the fire IS you!" Harry stood up, his legs a foot apart from each other. He threw an arm to the side, his left hand curled to a fist on his chest. "Show your best face, Coronamon! Show them who you are, show them your fire, your flames - your spirit! In this sad, pit of the dead, you must stand as the light!" Harry felt so cool right now. He was really getting into the role. It's a good warm-up once Gogglehead arrives. Speak of the devil, it looked like their friend had arrived. Harry did not yell or wave. He spread his width for a full display of his leather cloak and stuck his right hand on his waist. He smiled hospitably with his chin high. Come, gogglehead! Show me your strength! credit `` KONYA☆

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[wild digimon]

Devidramon (x1) » Adult Level » Virus Attribute
Crimson Nail » Dark Nail » Petra Fire » Demonic Gale

[vulcan]

therapy.

they tell him he's here for just that. they tell him he's ill, and he needs to be cured. he can't keep at what he's been doing. he can't hit someone and expect it to solve the problems that he faces. his fists may be his weapons, but they aren't forever.

therapy.

he needs to handle his problems in a different manner. try to see things from a different point view, apparently. he can't think of only protecting those he thinks are important to him. he can't think of things like that because it's not how the world works.

"flamon," he says, and the monkey-like creature steps up to his side, at the ready. just like how his fists always come before his face before he lashes out. "that's it. that's a devidramon."

flamon blinks and looks at its tamer.

"go."

the digimon gives a single nod, shinnies up a tree, and swings across a few branches to get a better vantage point of the digimon in question.

beneath the branches and trees, he runs to catch up with his digimon. his weapon.

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[gogglehead]

Guilmon was growling. It's a warning, Takato knew, but he's afraid to turn around. The chills down his back only grew stronger. "G - Guilmon?" He didn't turn around to see what's up, but he does turn enough to see his digimon. The red dinosaur was bent forward, ear wings pointed. His claws were prepared to leap at whatever was ahead. A dark shadow loomed over them, and the growling intensified.

Takato's eyes slowly drift from the shadow looming over him to the one creating it. The sanguine eyes stared back at him and those deep red claws ...

"GAHHHH!" He took a few steps backwards. "G - guilmon!"

The red dinosaur didn't need an order. His tamer was threatened that meant he had to attack. He jumped at the Devidramon, claws out and ready to strike.

In the corner of his eye, he spots someone else heading their way.

[SUPERDUDE!]

[atrb=border,0,btable][atrb=style,width: 380px; padding: 20 0 20 20;][atrb=style, background: url(http://i51.tinypic.com/25qr9qp.jpg); ,btable][atrb=cellpadding,0][atrb=cellspacing,0] Coronamon gasped. A great shadow had passed over them like a pack of thunderstorm clouds, but even before then he had sensed the powerful presence that shut his voice down. The fire Harry spoke about died from one cold blow in the night. He was a measly candle that darkness laughed at. He hadn't understood why Harry had been so frightened of this place, that the mere thought had made Harry want to run away as far as he could. It wasn't the graves, the spooky atmosphere or the mysterious wails - though they would now condition Coronamon to the real fear flying over them. He didn't know what was going on or what was about to happen. He just knew it was all over. Harry had other ideas. "The spawn of darkness has shown himself!" said Harry, clenching a fist in the air. "The time for battle is now!" Coronamon's voice had yet to return but his gaping mouth and wide-eyed, terror-struck eyes was a picture worth a thousand words. How could Harry be scared of a Halloween scenery and not by a real, digital monsters that could burn them away with a breath of agony? He was talking like he had planned this all along! Harry readied himself, watching the beast soar, scourging his territory with the predatory eyes. His growl was no warning. The monster would strike any second now, not unless they - Two Digimon sprang from out of nowhere and charged fearlessly. Harry, in all his years of experience, had never seen such outright bravery. He did not hide the overwhelming awe taking over his handsome face. He only wished the two young men could see how much their valiant hearts had won his. He expected nothing less of Gogglehead but who was the other young man? The Devidramon sensed the aggressiveness and met the two head-to-head. It belched a long, groaning roar, running through the two like an uncontrolled candy van and flapped its wings to swat the Digimon like flies. With a loud bang and a quick tremble on the earth, the Devidramon landed its raking claws on the dirt and roared again. "Coronamon!" The Digimon looked around in search of his partner. Harry was running around the Devidramon to group with their present allies. But the distance he'd taken wasn't enough. Devidramon's tail whipped him from behind, throwing Harry rolling on the ground. "HARRY!" Coronamon cried out. Without thinking, Coronamon launched flames from his knuckles, small balls of fire with light as small as fireflies heading at the Devidramon from behind. credit `` KONYA☆

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[vulcan]

s-shit. the devidramon's larger than he imagined it to be, but vulcan doesn't flinch in the face of it. his mind's all over the place, trying to locate his weapon -- it's somewhere amongst the trees, using the branches to its advantage.

flamon is far more adept at navigating the jungle landscape than its tamer is. it moves swiftly on canopy level, dropping to a lower branch from a higher one as the devidramon swerves, dangerously close to him. flames ignite the shadowy darkness; both tamer and digimon immediately realize that they are not alone when the awaited invite pops up.

it's only visible to vulcan, but flamon feels a twitch that runs down its spine, indicating its synchronization to another two parties. it remains atop the lower branch for a moment more, watching, trying to find a weak point in the adult-level's body.