Darkclaw
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Post by Darkclaw on Mar 17, 2008 13:24:32 GMT -5
This just in! - "We interrupt your scheduled Digi-Programming with a special Digi-News report! Early this morning an urgent S.O.S. was received at the File Island research facility! It is said the S.O.S. originated from the northern boarders of Limit Valley where the weather has taken a violent turn for the worse. Similar emergency messages have been pouring in from all over the Digital World! Powerful and seemingly unnatural disasters have been causing substantial damage to the boarder lands with a vastly increasing radius. Human and Digimon scientists have been struggling to keep these disastrous conditions from reaching the center of the Digital World where most of it's residents reside. Hmmm? Whats this? Oh?" - "Apparently the researchers at File Island have discovered the origin of the catastrophe! A massive fluctuation of Corrupted Data has emanated from the Digiborealis! This was discovered when every computer screen in the research facility began to flash the word 'YGGDRASIL' across them. This is a terribly ominous sign. Just 9 months ago, the UDD hero Tai Kamiya along with help from a mysterious HiAndromon defeated the sinister Darkclaw and destroyed the massive Super Computer Yggdrasil. Yggdrasil was the computer that created the digital world as we know it. It also created the virus that gave birth to Darkclaw. With it's destruction, the fate of the digital world was placed in the hands of the Humans and Digimon that reside and visit it. It was a great day." - "Whats this? We're live right now, above file island where it seems as though hundreds of mysterious Digimon are fighting with the thirteen Royal Knights! These mysterious, virus digimon are been scanned as... 'Viral-Deemon!?'" Oh no! All Thirteen Royal Knights have been deleted! This is horrible! The darkness is spreading... Infecting everything!!! Its... NGH... It's here... Heehee... HAHAHAHA! [glow=red,2,300]-=End Transmission=-[/glow] - The sky had faded now. All the remained was the Digiborealis, illuminating the darkness above the slowly dying lands. It pulsed and contorted, seemingly silently commanding the Viral-Deemon to march forth. They had no corporeal shape, instead infecting and possessing the Digimon they come in contact with. Soon many had descended upon the UDD.
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Post by Digidude on Aug 28, 2008 21:17:11 GMT -5
Digidude was standing behind the bar of the *DigiCheers* polishing glasses and waiting for customers to show up. Ever since the great battle to end Yggdrasil, the gathering of merry makers and heroes had thinned, as every celebration eventually must. Now, the bar was empty once more, and with the exception of an occasional delivery of beers to TS's Poker Shack, things were quiet. Digidude was looking out the window when the first signs of wind kicked up. He wasn't really concerned at that point, since wind might mean a little weather to chase people into the bar. However, he became increasingly alarmed at the dark tinge that seemed to be seeping into the edges of the sky. It looked too similar to what had so recently been a blight on the land, and when the hail started to fall and a funnel started to take shape, he knew it wasn't anything normal. Now he forgot the dishes, and stood looking with worry out the window. There was a feeling in the air again... creeping in and running a chill down his spine. A Gekomon ran into the doorway, dodging hail as he came. He looked panicked.
"Disaster!" he cried, "Disaster is upon us again!"
Digidude turned, looking quizzically at the Gekomon. "Eh?"
"It's all over the news, radio, everything! The viruses are back and the whole Digiworld is infected! There's another disaster coming to get us for good!" He cowered under a table as the hail beat against the roof, sounding more like falling rock hitting the place than ice.
Digidude knew it wasn't time to take the shaken Gekomon's words lightly. He quickly ran to a cabinet at the end of the bar, pulling open the door and grabbing a Digivice from the bottom. He held it in his palm and looked down at it. Now or never, time to send word before the place caved in. "Tai! Come in!" Digidude watched the screen light up and hoped Tai was near his D2. "Tai, it's back, the virus that you destroyed! I'm at the *DigiCheers*, and it's starting to look like a bigger attack than the last time! Please, if you can, come to DigiWorld as soon as you can!" Only Digidestined had Digivices, and he had to send word to Joe and Diego.
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Post by joekido on Sept 20, 2008 13:39:30 GMT -5
Zudomon was swimming about the ocean between File Island and the main continent, having just a little while earlier chatted with a pod of Whamon. Suddenly, a dark cloud filled the sky in front of him, blotting out his view of File Island. Eyes as big as plates, Zudomon quickly turned around and started paddling for the continental shore. After only a minute of swimming, he realized it was miles off, and there was no chance of making it there before the cloud overtook him. Deciding then to dive down and perhaps get under it before it saw him, he plummeted down into the depths of the sea. Right before he did, he was sure he heard a humming sound, but he didn't want to go back up to find out what it was. One thing was forcertain though: whatever it was, it couldn't be good.
Now that he was safely under water, he looked in the direction of the island. He could barely make out four dark forms that seemed to be moving slowly. Deciding to take a safe approach he swam out obliquely to their apparent course, and then he sat and waited.
Moments later, Zudomon was shrouded in darkness as the cloud passed far overhead. Whatever the four shapes were, they were a lot bigger than he had originally presumed, and then it struck him that that must of have been the pod of Whamon. Rushedly, he swam to them in the hopes of finding out what was going on at File Island.
As he neared them, he noticed something odd about them... something erratic. The head Whamon seemed to be... glitching? Realizing that this couldn't be good, Zudomon decided to watch what they did, all the while hoping they wouldn't see him.
No such luck. With a flick of their tails, two of the Whamon started for him, and Zudomon realized he was in deep trouble, in every sense of the word. Not only could be not outpace them, not only was he outnumbered, not only was he outgunned, but he was also running out of air, and he knew that if he surfaced now, either the Whamon would get him, or whatever was on the surface would.
Deciding to go for broke, Zudomon darted at the Whamon, hoping that he could use his smaller size and greater maneuverability to outwit his friends-turned-adversaries. As they neared, with mouths opened to devour him, he darted over the top of the first one, suspecting that it would take it a moment to come about.
Too late did Zudomon see the haze that surrounded the Whamon, and just as he was about to dodge the second one, he was engulfed by its aura.
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"Crap in a hat, that hurts!" Joe was busy trying to take an adhesive bandage off of his arm, and the blasted thing was sticking to his arm hair. "For crying out loud, it's not like I have a lot of that to spare," he blurted to himself. Sitting in the bathroom, antibacterial wipes, cotton balls, and myriad other household first-aid gear strewn about him, Joe was trying to remedy a small gash he had received earlier that afternoon while playing tennis with Tai. The one time he had decided to show off by diving for the ball was also the same time that someone hit their ball into his court, where it landed directly under his foot. He went flying rather than diving, and he landed all wrong. He and Tai decided to call it quits after that, and he had immediately slapped on a band-aid, which of course he had brought with him.
As he cursed the stars for his nigh-fatal wound, he heard a screech from somewhere outside the bathroom. Startled, Joe nearly jumped into the bathtub. However, after a second passed and the sound turned out not to be an air raid, he got up and followed the whine to his room.
Diggin through his sock drawer, Joe found his Digivice, which was flashing, screeching, and vibrating.
"What could this mean?" wondered Joe. Deciding to follow it up, he called Tai to see whether he too was receiving any strange feedback.
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Darkclaw
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Post by Darkclaw on Jan 1, 2009 19:53:47 GMT -5
Amongst tiny cascading orbs of white and glowing crystals covering a massive landscape, stood a lone Ophanimon. Crystalline tears streaked her warm cheeks as she watched the terror below, the suffering of all the Digital world. "Aren't they beautiful?" A shadowed voice echoed out from a newly formed black crystal structure nearby. Ophanimon quickly jumped, aiming her brilliant golden staff to the source of the voice. "It is you, is it not? You are the one responsible for all this death and destruction?" "I gotta say, lady. You really hit the nail on the head. You're right, it's all me! I mean, I got a few friends to help, but mostly it was all me. The Viral-Deemon are cute too right? Like vicious little shadows. They've really got an appetite on em too!" "Show yourself, villain!" Ophanimon demanded, feeling an immense dark pressure weighing down on her from the Black Digi-Crystal. It was then, that a young man appeared from behind the Crystal. He smirked lightly, crossing his thin arms over his chest. Ophanimon felt faint, her digital matter seemed to break up. The Digiborealis ached and seemed to cry seeing the young man, seeing the dark digital matter rising off his shoulders. "Digidude? How could you...? Wait... You aren't him! You can't be!" She screamed as the young man pointed a single finger toward her. A sudden bolt of pure Viral Energy thundered forth from his index-finger and ripped through her. "You can call me Negative Digidude, if you'd like, technically speaking. It really doesn't make a difference. Soon, this entire Digital World will belong to the Nega-Net OS. The Negative Network Operating System is a Militant Network. It has no need for weaklings. When Yggdrasil punched out it's last time card, the Nega-Net OS was able to storm in. Now there is nothing to stop it's Domain Master, Vincere Noctem! HAH!" He roared with laughter as Ophanimon breathed her last, falling into a cloud of digital matter at his feet. From behind him, more figures emerged from the growing black digi-crystal spire. Negative Sakura, Negative Joe and their grinning leader, Evil Tai. "Vincere Noctem says the UDD is our next target. Enjoy yourselves while you can, punks. The Dark UDD is coming." ~*~ Meanwhile, thousands of Digital Light-Years away, a small, untouched cottage on a Server-Net Island sat. Small clouds of smoke billowed out from the stone chimney as inside, a Gigimon lightly wrapped a small wet washcloth to a digimon's head. "You need your rest. Goodness, it's a good thing I found you when I did. For a NeoDevimon to be in such bad shape!" "Wh - Where am I?" Darkclaw spoke in a weakened tone.
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Post by joekido on Jan 3, 2009 0:53:16 GMT -5
Joe felt his navel pull him inside-out as he warped into the Digital World for the umpteenth time. The spinning, the whirling, the constant tumult that occured within his stomach as he flew out of control into the Digital World was, as usual, unsettling.
~Crunch!~
"Well, that was expensive," said Joe as he laid on his back, tangled inside a prickley shrubbery. In his hand was his new 30 Gig Zune, on which he had landed. "At least it wasn't my PDA," he mumbled to himself, reaching into his cargo pant pocket. "Scratch that." In his other hand, he examined his PDA, which had a large crack on the screen.
Wrestling himself out of the shrubbery, he pulled himself and his medical bag into the open air, looking about and rubbing his head as he did. "I sure hope Gomamon is around here somewhere. I'd hate to have to go wandering around here without him," he thought to himself.
A rustling on the other side of the field in which he found himself drew his attention. Crossing his fingers, Joe was pleased to discover that it was, in fact, Gomamon who exited from the foliage.
"Boy am I glad to see you!" exclaimed Joe. As Gomamon neared him, Joe noticed that there was something peculiar about Gomamon, a sneer rather than a grin on Gomamon's face.
"Ahoy, Joe!" Gomamon yelled. "So pleased you could make it, just in time for your demise! Maelstrom Fishes!"
Joe's eyes grew to saucer dishes as a torrent of fishes flew at him in a flurry, baring teeth and snarling as they flopped down onto the ground before him. Using his bag as a shield, Joe made a hasty withdrawal, jumping back into the shrubbery he had only moments before exited. The fish, clearly not in their element, demonstrated just what was meant by "fish out of water," as they writhed around as they tried to find a puddle or some such into which they could retreat.
"Gomamon, what is wrong with you?!" Joe screeched from within his fortress of solitude.
"I think I can answer that," said a voice all-too-familiar to Joe. From the shadows--conveniently located presumably just for the occasion of this big reveal--stepped Joe's spitting image. And by spitting, I mean actually spitting, as Negative Joe let fly a load of phlegm the size of which has not and never again will be seen within any realm, digital or real. Joe was clearly repulsed.
"I can spit, because I'm ~evil~" said Negative Joe, as he stepped fully into the light. Joe was unsettled. Striking a pose, Negative Joe allowed Joe a moment to absorb what he was seeing. Wearing a red jacket with a black shirt underneath, and gray pants, Negative Joe was effectively wearing the opposite color scheme of Joe's blue jacket, white shirt, and beige pants. Additionally, Negative Joe seemed to be wearing rather atrocious cat-eye glasses, perhaps under the mistaken impression that old lady glasses would ever come back into fashion. "Allow me to introduce myself: I am you, or rather, I am you, only better. I am everything you are, and I am everything you are not. Anything you can do, I can do better... because I'm eeevil." Negative Joe sneered. "And I see you brought me my Digital Vice," continued Negative Joe, as he once again drew nearer to Joe.
"I... what?" stammered Joe. Clasping his digivice close to himself, Joe tried to dig himself deeper into his thorny hideaway. "No way you are taking my digivice! And what did you do to Gomamon?!"
"My master has... conscripted Gomamon into his army, and now Gomamon is mine. He made the mistake of trying to fight a pod of Whamon, and he might have gotten away, but he didn't realize that the Whamon were infected, and as soon as he drew near, the virus jumped to him." Negative Joe reached into his pain pack (that's the opposite of a med kit, kiddies), and withdrew a board with a nail in it. "Now, give me my Digital Vice or I'll embed this in your head."
Joe quickly realized that the only defense he could find within his bag was a spool of dental floss. He then realized that dental floss actually wasn't a defensive tool, and he was out of ideas.
"Give me your... Zune... and I'll give you a five minute head-start," said Negative Joe. Confused, Joe looked at his Zune, which he still held in his hand. Calculating in his head the likelihood of disarming himself, Joe came to the conclusion that, since he was sane, he probably could presume that his doppleganger was crazy. However, since his Zune was broken, and since he had no other options, he raised his hands, inching out of the shrubbery. As Negative Joe was about to grab the Zune, Joe hurled it as hard as he could. Unfortunately, Joe was not the athletic type, and as such, his throw didn't go quite as far as he would have liked. However, while Negative Joe and Gomamon were watching the Zune's arc through the air, Joe took off in the opposite direction, not daring to look back.
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Back in the field, Negative Joe picked up the Zune. "Now, my Digimon, transform for your master!" The screen on the Zune suddenly flashed, but just as it was beginning to whine with raw digital power, its batteries burst, leaking battery acid all over the innards of the Zune.
"WHAT?!" exploded Negative Joe. Squeezing the Zune, Negative Joe's eye began to twitch as his "Digital Vice" shut down. The warped energy sizzled, and suddenly all 30 gigabite Zunes, everywhere, froze. "HOW?!" Negative Joe's face was now as red as Rudolph's nose after six sakis and a snort of wassabi.
Back in the real world, people blamed Z2K.
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Post by Digidude on Jan 30, 2009 9:28:11 GMT -5
"No answer!" Digidude didn't have the luxury of more time to wait and see if his message had gotten through to any of his friends outside of the digital world. The wind was howling outside, and the building was swaying slightly with the push. There was only one Digidestined he knew he could get to immediately. Grabbing a metal serving tray, he ran out into the hail, chunks bouncing off, denting the makeshift shield.
He started as he came in sight of Teen Sora's Poker Shack of Love. The roof had caved in, and the place was dark. Frantically he pushed through the swinging saloon doors and took in the scene. The middle of the room stood naked to the weather, hail bouncing in through the hole in the roof. Digimon were laying against the side of the walls, a Myotismon stuffed under the broken table, avoiding falling ice. Teen Sora was seemingly nowhere to be found. "Where's TS?" He looked at the usual gang of Teen Sora's Digimon Poker-mates.The bleary-eyed Gabumon near the pot-bellied stove was the only one to respond. "She's gone... 'cuz you took her!" Digidude didn't understand, and figured he must still be drunk. "I haven't been in since early this afternoon, before the storm. Did she leave with another Composimon? I mean, it's a rare thing that she'd know two of us, but I suppose it's possible." "No way." chimed in a Gizamon, "It was you. You were sure mad as fire about something. You blew through the roof, smacked us all around, and took off with her in a dazed state. You told us your bar was going to be under new management. Don't play the innocent with us!" Digidude considered his words, more confused than before. Some kind of evil character claiming to be him had done this. It must have been another Composimon. He looked up through the hole in the ceiling, and decided that was the way they must have gone upon leaving. Raising his tray once more, he flew up into the opening, hail dinting off. The Gabumon grumbled, then went back to warming his hands in front of the stove.
In the sky, Digidude could see a fair distance, but the hail was nearly unmanageable. He used his digital retinas to run a binocular scan of the surrounding area. He frowned as he came up with nothing. It was too late that he caught a cry from above, and he was blasted out of the air by a bolt of Cobalt Lightning. Battered by the rocky ice as he spun down, he half-consciously looked back up to see a jet black Composimon descending after him, Teen Sora gripped by her ankle and dangling as they came. She was cussing, plainly, and was not giving up against her assailant. Landing in a heap near some shade trees, Digidude managed to get up on his front paws and watch the dark Composimon land. He flashed a merciless grin, and addressed his counterpart.
"Closing time, Digidude! You've probably heard the *DigiCheers* is going to be under new management, but I wanted to let you know, there won't be too many changes made to the place. Negative Digidude will make sure it goes down with lots of flame and gusto before I erect a far more dismal edifice!"
Teen Sora kicked him in the gut, and he grimaced, losing her ankle. "'Guess I ought to point out I won't be completely without friends you find familiar, as in the case of TS here!"
As she ran to join Digidude, Negative Digidude sent a bolt of dark energy from his fingertip. It cascaded over her mid-stride, and to his horror, Digidude watcher Teen Sora bend, contort and reform into... Chibi Devil TS! She looked mischeviously up from her still-smoking form, and Digidude felt a shiver run down his spine. He crouched so he could spring at his negative self, but Chibi Devil TS blocked his way.
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Post by joekido on Feb 4, 2009 2:14:49 GMT -5
Out of nowhere, a rock pelted Chibi Devil TS in the head.
"Hey, you with the face! Yeah you," Joe yelled. Hiding behind a large stone, or possibly a small boulder -- depending on your personal preference -- Joe peered up, his right hand holding a second rock, this one marginally larger than the first. Seeing Negative Digidude and Chibi Devil TS beyond his conveniently-located natural outcropping, Joe croutched behind his protective barrier and whisper-hissed to Digidude, "Digidude, you attack once I draw TS away. If I can, I'll sedate her with my perfectly legal prescription-strength sedative, which I miraculously thought to bring with me from the Real World, and then we can beat a hasty retreat."
With syringe in his left hand and rock in his right hand, Joe braced himself for his ambush.
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Negative Joe was having a bad day. All he had wanted to do was get his Digital Vice, kill his twin, seize control of Gomamon, and be home in time for "Everybody Loves Raymond." Yes, he's that twisted. Unfortunately, his Digital Vice was smoldering, his twin got away, Gomamon was behaving unusually pleasant, and "Everybody Loves Raymond" was canceled in favor of showing the Superbowl.
Negative Joe -- or Neg Joe, as all of his hip friends called him -- pulled out his glitzy cell phone and made a collect called. That's right, he was making a collect call to his boss -- that's how crazy he is. "Yo, master, we've got a situation down here at ground zero, or, as I like to call it, 'Josephus Bosephus's Gangstah Paradise.' Where do you want me to go from here?" While he spoke, Neg Joe flashed several gang signs to an unseen -- and, most probably nonexistant -- audience. Undoubtedly, if the trees could speak, they would comment on his total lack of thuggish qualities, as well as his dearth of hip flyness, or possibly even his absence of fly hipness. At least some things remained constant: Joe was anything but cool, Negative or not.
Wait, negative or not? Is that almost a double negative? Geeze, thought the faceless narrator from his perch outside and to the left of reality, this is going to get incredibly confusing and cumbersome in no time.
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Post by Digidude on Feb 6, 2009 21:59:32 GMT -5
The hail had reduced to pebble-sized chunks, and Digidude got to his feet in order to work with Joe. There was some hope now, his message must have made it through! He looked into Chibi Devil TS's red eyes, saw how much insanity was boiling below the surface, and did the one thing he could think of to get on her nerves.
"Nyah nyah TS! You can't catch me!" He spit his tongue out at her and scrabbled up the hill towards Joe's boulder.
Chibi Devil TS hesitated for a moment, but Negative Digidude urged her on. "Don't let him get away, go and destroy him and that total geek Joe! Obviously Negative Joe didn't get the job done, so you'll have to do the job for him!"
She scurried away, quickly tailing Digidude. As she came around the corner, Digidude watched Joe let fly the rock in his hand with a "Banzai!"
It bounced off of her helmet, and she turned, saw Joe, and sprang onto him with a howl. They rolled past Digidude, stopping in a heap a short time later. Slowly Joe pushed up, Chibi Devil TS slumped with a sedative in her arm.
Digidude looked down at his friends with concern, but there wasn't much time to ponder the next move.
"Sooo, it looks like I'll be finishing you both myself!" Negative Digidude hovered above their boulder hideout, Cobalt Lightning crackling from his clawtips. Digidude's own claws blazed to life with Crimson Lightning. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "I'm out of pisssssssss malt milk! No one left to produce it... Shame, it tastes good with a little sliver of pie." Vincere Noctem was shoving crap out of the way in his fridge, when he got a collect call from Negative Joe. "Collect!?" He bellowed, accepting the charges and making a mental note to kill the phone company. He listened to Neg Joe's report, and fumed while he layed out a new and even more devious plan for his minions.
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Post by joekido on Aug 19, 2009 1:58:56 GMT -5
"Holy cripes!" yelled Joe, clearly disturbed that his natural outcropping was no longer lending him the warm feeling of security anymore. Grabbing Chibi Devil Teen Sora, Joe worked to pull her farther away from the battle he foresaw as inevitable. "I've got to figure out a way to turn her back to normal," he yelled to DD, trying to see through the still-plentiful hail that was causing him no small amount of trouble as he tried to scrabble over the slickening terrain.
If only some of those whimpering simps in the Poker Shack would come out here, thought Joe. Conveniently, the Myotismon who had been cowering in the shack came outside to see what all the fuss was about. Momentarily distracted by the Myotismon evacuating his upset stomach all over anything and everything within a ten foot radius, Negative Digidude dropped his defenses. He was both impressed and askance that anyone, even a Myotismon, could harbor so much vile liquor in his presumably small stomach. Digidude, being accustomed to such spectacles, saw an opportunity to finally get one-up on his doppelganger.
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Neg Joe was on a quest. Not the fun computer quests in which one input such commands as, "Go North," or, "Hit upon yonder laydee," onto an ancient Apple II, but rather the tedious and laborious quest which required much traipsing over large foliage. And Joes in general were not made for long walks. If only his Digital Vice/Zune was working, he could have Gomamon Warped-Digivolve into Ikkakumon or Zudomon, or his dark equivalent, but instead Gomamon remained his adorable -- but altogether unride-able -- self.
This quest was to find and crush any chances of a resistance. First and foremost was a small and seemingly insignificant NeoDevimon. However, this NeoDevimon was something special, although Neg Joe wasn't absolutely certain why. Then again, he was not one to question why.
As he progressed, he pulled out his cell phone and began texting numerous meaningless texts to people whose phone plans charged extra for incoming texts. Texts like "yo sup," and "just tinkin baout yuo" began to deluge various random peoples' phones, and each of them cringed as they realized they had just been needlessly fined for the thoughtless acts of another.
Behind Neg Joe, and wholly unbeknown to him, Gomamon was leering. Not like the way Pokemon "Leer" -- which is somehow considered an attack in the Pokemon world -- but in a judgmental and unobtrusive way.
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Post by Digidude on Aug 22, 2009 4:04:46 GMT -5
With Joe and TS removed safely from the direct field of battle, Digidude took his opportunity and flew forth like a thunderbolt into his negative self. Crashing head over tail in a ball, they both let loose their crackling energies, cobalt and crimson energy blasts hitting all about with concussive force. Digidude swiped his claws across Negative Digidude's face, and the latter let out a howl of pain and anger. "You'll pay for that one!" Negative Digidude gurgled, falling away covering his face. Digidude landed and watched his viral double hit the dirt for a change. So much counted on the next few moments. Raising his paws to the air, Digidude called out one of his long-unused attacks, "Light of the Digivices!" The whole hilltop split apart in a blinding white light, as the viral energy all around them shredded into a ragged swathe in the sky. The hail stopped, and Chibi Devil TS faded away, her normal form resting safely in Joe's arms.
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Post by Digidude on Aug 22, 2009 4:19:33 GMT -5
Then, as the light settled back to normal, Digidude was dismayed to see his bad self smoking but otherwise still intact before him. The viral energy would have to be immense for him to survive! "Kaff! All right, that was a nice shot...but you didn't finish the job..." Negative Digidude croaked. He struggled to his feet, and raised his own paws. "Now...try...Darkness of the Digital Vices!" The clouds returned to pitch black, the hail blasted down, and Digidude stood shivering as a fog that leached the light from his soul took ahold of him. He could only think of one more tactic, as his mind desperately tried to hold on against the oblivion seeping into it. Digidude's Andromon brain went into scan mode, and his attack learning ability kicked on faintly as he drifted hopelessly away. He was barely aware of a boot up claxon, and the enraged exclamation from his negative self as he shrieked "WHATHAVEYOUDOOOOooooonnnnneeeee----......!?" The darkness swirled back. Two had fused as one. Darkdigidude stood.
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Post by joekido on Aug 23, 2009 20:07:11 GMT -5
(DD and I teamed up for this post, so I'm not really controlling him.)
A scowl formed over DarkDigidude's face, and with a flap of his corrupted wings, he accelerated quickly into the air, ignoring all of the chaos that had moments before consumed the two battling Digidudes. With only a few beats of his wings, he was high in the air, and, just as abruptly, he angled towards Server-Net Island and streaked away.
Joe wasn't sure what to do with the rush of information that deluged his senses. So much had happened so quickly that he was puzzling over exactly what order everything had happened. One thing was for certain though: whatever this new Digidude was doing, Joe should be there for well or woe.
Thus did Joe find himself on a quest. And not the fun computer quests in which one input such commands as, "Go South," or, "Rescue yonder laydee," onto an ancient Apple II, but rather the tedious and laborious quest which required much traipsing over large foliage. And Joes in general were not made for long walks. If only Gomamon hadn't gone completely crazy and left him for his evil twin, or he could have Gomes digivolve into Ikkakumon or Zudomon, and he could have traveled in style.
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Neg Joe had momentarily halted his slow and unsteady progress due to yet another tedious rock lodging itself in his shoe, where it incessantly rubbed against his baby-smooth and oh-so-tender footsie. Boy did Neg Joe hate quests. Neg Joe only had to take a rock out of his right shoe to discover he had another rock in his left shoe, and so it went. And Gomamon wasn't helping matters any, being cheery throughout the entire thing. Neg Joe wasn't sure, but he thought Gomamon seemed even more gleeful when yet some other painful predicament slowed them down. Turning cheerful Digimon evil definitely had its downside, as what used to be playful banter had now turned to derisive jeers. "Hrumph," said Joe.
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Post by Digidude on Dec 8, 2009 17:17:16 GMT -5
Darkdigidude caught a jetstream with his ragged Devimon-like wings, and the strange fusion of good and evil surged deep within his subconscious, each side struggling for the upper hand. He could see the sea far below moving quickly as a dim instinct directed him to Server-Net Island. He wanted the destruction of something there, and yet he didn't know why. So the incompatibility in his head continued as he lumbered on in auto-pilot. The island in view, he began his descent.
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DarK Sakura was sweeping the front steps of the UDD Floating Museum, humming softly to herself. Dressed in her finest shrine maiden costume, she smiled and looked at the blue sky. The soft wind was blowing down through the cherry trees, and a sweet smell was in the air. Cherry blossoms bloomed all year round in the Digiworld, and she cherished her self-appointed duty as caretaker of the UDD's many portals of history. As she went to put her broom away in the gate house, a chill wind suddenly blew accross her cheeks, and the sky seemed to change quickly to darkness. She shivered, remembering times past when the UDD had been darkened this way, when Yggdrasil had threatened to bring the entire Digiworld to an end. But that threat had ended, and peace had been ongoing. She did not hear the silent approach of her attacker, and Negative Sakura sprang upon her hapless double with familiar quickness. "Time for the night shift to take over!" Negative Sakura threw Dark Sakura headlong into the gatehouse, where she crashed into the gardening supplies. Shaken but not completely surprised, Dark Sakura watched her evil twin advance, razor sharp fans in either hand. All she had with her was her shrine broom and whatever pots and implements were in the heap with her. Negative Sakura swept down with one of the fans, clearly aiming to end the confrontation quickly, but Dark Sakura deflected it with the broom handle, though the broom itself was chopped neatly in half. She sent a kick into Neg Sakura's gut, and the fight was on.
Both Sakuras leapt deftly about the gatehouse, leaving a trail of crashing shelves and supplies as they went. Negative Sakura made precise strikes with her fans, while Dark Sakura blocked with her own mix of flower pots and gardening implements. Dark Sakura knew the dizzying merrygoround of a battle couldn't last forever, as she was running out of random objects to fight with. On their fifth go round past the door, Dark Sakura jumped back out of the entry and did a quick backflip handstand as a razor fan passed millimeters from her nose mid-backflip. It bounced off of a stone column near the museum entrance, and she took the opportunity to glide quickly over and take it from the floor. Her negative double was right over her again, but this time they both lashed out with the fans, each empoying the deadliest combos they knew. Sparks blasted about the museum area as they continued their deadly dance, fans clashing, teeth gritted. Finally, they had to take a pause as each needed to catch their breath. "I really like how you've kept this place up." Negative Sakura commented, looking around the museum, "I can't wait to get you out of the way so I can become the new shrine maiden here." With this she let a devilish look pass over her face. "I have big plans on how I'll keep it up... lots of cobwebs, rot, filth...a total corruption of the data in here!" She laughed, preparing to bring her fan back up and resume the fight but was shocked when instead she dropped it to the ground unwillingly. She looked down at her hand, only to see it had been cut off at the wrist, her other razor fan having been thrown by Dark Sakura. "AAAAAAGH! YOU BI-" She was cut off from finishing by Dark Sakura's sandaled foot directly into her face, sending her crashing into unconsciousness.
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