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angry_friendship_wolf) wrote2019-08-06 10:06 pm
angry_friendship_wolf) wrote2019-08-06 10:06 pm
[tri OOM] Who felled the mighty tree
The evening star burning bright overhead, an arrow of light piercing the sky, and metal and plastic bending and deforming before Nanomon shatters into data.
Gennai flees as soon as the arrow lands. He has no desire to linger overlong in the presence of the Crest of Light.
He rematerialises in the lobby of a ruined tower, still with the acrid smell of Nanomon’s burning plastic body clinging to him, still wearing the slightly frazzled shape of Jyou Kido. Very carefully, very slowly, he reaches up and adjusts his -- well, Jyou’s -- glasses.
Nanomon is gone, skewered with one of Angewomon’s arrows. On its own, it wouldn’t be a considerable loss. Added to the loss of MetalEtemon, BlackWarGreymon, Archnemon, Mummymon, and Vamdemon, it’s a contributing factor to his ever-thinning forces. Only seven left. Six, if you remembered that PicoDevimon was neither powerful nor useful to his efforts.
Sooner or later, the Chosen would make a move on this tower, and Daisuke Motomiya. If they freed him, there would be no sanctuary from another Reboot, and for all of the many, many routes Gennai could take to achieve his goals, another Reboot would be a fatal roadblock to any of them.
Whistling a breath through his teeth, he shifts shape again, shoulders broadening and glasses vanishing, soft dark hair turning coarse and blond.
He could gather all of his forces here. With three Dark Masters and a handful of other Digimon, it would make a nearly impregnable defense. But it would also be positively inviting the remaining sleeping Crests to rouse themselves from dormancy, and that presented its own problems.
He flicks a hand. Two bundles of data appear in front of him, flickering and shifting, one green and one red -- the raw substance of two Digimon that he’d so painstakingly clawed and pieced back together from Homeostasis’ archives back during the Reboot. When he’d brought back his thirteen puppet Digimon, these two had been kept in reserve, held back until they could be proven useful.
One of them would be useful now. He adjusts his footing, shifting shape again, blond hair turning red, form shrinking down from teenage boy to teenage girl.
“A softer touch, then,” Gennai murmurs, dismissing the red bundle and raising his hand towards the green one. “Unlock environmental data for repurposing; load physical and consciousness data; draw power from all available energy sources. Begin reconstruction.”
“BE-GIN RE-CON-STRUC-TION.
PERFECT-LEVEL, VACCINE-ATTRIBUTE, PLANT-TYPE.
JUREIMON.”
Gennai flees as soon as the arrow lands. He has no desire to linger overlong in the presence of the Crest of Light.
He rematerialises in the lobby of a ruined tower, still with the acrid smell of Nanomon’s burning plastic body clinging to him, still wearing the slightly frazzled shape of Jyou Kido. Very carefully, very slowly, he reaches up and adjusts his -- well, Jyou’s -- glasses.
Nanomon is gone, skewered with one of Angewomon’s arrows. On its own, it wouldn’t be a considerable loss. Added to the loss of MetalEtemon, BlackWarGreymon, Archnemon, Mummymon, and Vamdemon, it’s a contributing factor to his ever-thinning forces. Only seven left. Six, if you remembered that PicoDevimon was neither powerful nor useful to his efforts.
Sooner or later, the Chosen would make a move on this tower, and Daisuke Motomiya. If they freed him, there would be no sanctuary from another Reboot, and for all of the many, many routes Gennai could take to achieve his goals, another Reboot would be a fatal roadblock to any of them.
Whistling a breath through his teeth, he shifts shape again, shoulders broadening and glasses vanishing, soft dark hair turning coarse and blond.
He could gather all of his forces here. With three Dark Masters and a handful of other Digimon, it would make a nearly impregnable defense. But it would also be positively inviting the remaining sleeping Crests to rouse themselves from dormancy, and that presented its own problems.
He flicks a hand. Two bundles of data appear in front of him, flickering and shifting, one green and one red -- the raw substance of two Digimon that he’d so painstakingly clawed and pieced back together from Homeostasis’ archives back during the Reboot. When he’d brought back his thirteen puppet Digimon, these two had been kept in reserve, held back until they could be proven useful.
One of them would be useful now. He adjusts his footing, shifting shape again, blond hair turning red, form shrinking down from teenage boy to teenage girl.
“A softer touch, then,” Gennai murmurs, dismissing the red bundle and raising his hand towards the green one. “Unlock environmental data for repurposing; load physical and consciousness data; draw power from all available energy sources. Begin reconstruction.”
“BE-GIN RE-CON-STRUC-TION.
PERFECT-LEVEL, VACCINE-ATTRIBUTE, PLANT-TYPE.
JUREIMON.”