Yamato Ishida (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
angry_friendship_wolf) wrote2021-10-29 09:36 pm
angry_friendship_wolf) wrote2021-10-29 09:36 pm
tri OOM
“It’s called UndeadChimairamon,” Luminamon says. “And it’s been sent to hunt me down.”
Another night, another twelve hours of fighting phantoms. Nobody’s at their best, clutching mugs of coffee as they linger in Koushiro’s office, listening to Luminamon explain.
Jyou folds his arms, frowning. “We fought a MarinChimairamon when we faced off against the Ironworks Company. I’m guessing someone figured out how to reverse engineer Ken’s digimon-building technology. Only took them half a decade.”
“It’s not necessarily that surprising,” Koushiro notes, “Ken, Professor Oikawa, and Gennai all managed to create their own versions of that technology. Anyone determined enough could use their research and the blueprints they left behind to engineer their own version.”
“All of which doesn’t answer why it’s trying to capture you,” Yamato says. “So?”
Luminamon shuffles awkwardly in place, flicking one white ear. “Its masters want to use me as a component. They’re building -- what they call the perfect Digimon. Millenniumon.”
“So if they capture you, they’ll break you down into data,” Sora says. “And you came here for our help.”
Luminamon hesitates, then gives a quick nod.
“Then of course we’ll help,” Sora says, offering Luminamon a smile. “We just need to figure out what to do about UndeadChimairamon.”
“And whatever they send next to capture you,” Yamato adds, frowning. He sees Taichi’s gaze flick over to him, just for a moment.
Luminamon perks up slightly, lifting its ears straight up. “I can -- I can help with UndeadChimairamon,” she says. “If you can draw its pieces into one place and amplify my power somehow, I can force it back into its real form. Once it’s reverted back …”
“We can kill it,” Taichi finishes. “Koushiro?”
“It’s not like we can build an amplifier for holy energy from scratch. We just don’t have the hardware,” Koushiro says, a little wearily. “If we want to do this, we’re going to have to borrow a large enough radio transmitter.”
“What about the television centre, then? It’s built for broadcasting, it’ll have the machinery we need,” Sora says. “We’ll just have to -- try very hard not to damage it too much this time.”
There’s a collective outward breath of exhaustion, as each Chosen cycles through the number of times the Fuji Television Centre has been nearly destroyed by Digimon attacks. It had barely survived the Battle of Odaiba.
“When we do this, though, it’s going to be like lighting up a thousand flares and announcing Luminamon’s presence with them. We’re going to get pushback, maybe even an outright invasion,” Yamato says. “Koushiro, can you take scans of Luminamon? I might have an idea what to do about that.”
Koushiro gives a quick nod, flipping open his laptop and starting work. Everyone else gives a collective grumble of exhaustion, scarfing down their coffee.
“Tonight, then,” Taichi says. “When UndeadChimairamon attacks, we lure him towards the TV centre and make our move.”
Another night, another twelve hours of fighting phantoms. Nobody’s at their best, clutching mugs of coffee as they linger in Koushiro’s office, listening to Luminamon explain.
Jyou folds his arms, frowning. “We fought a MarinChimairamon when we faced off against the Ironworks Company. I’m guessing someone figured out how to reverse engineer Ken’s digimon-building technology. Only took them half a decade.”
“It’s not necessarily that surprising,” Koushiro notes, “Ken, Professor Oikawa, and Gennai all managed to create their own versions of that technology. Anyone determined enough could use their research and the blueprints they left behind to engineer their own version.”
“All of which doesn’t answer why it’s trying to capture you,” Yamato says. “So?”
Luminamon shuffles awkwardly in place, flicking one white ear. “Its masters want to use me as a component. They’re building -- what they call the perfect Digimon. Millenniumon.”
“So if they capture you, they’ll break you down into data,” Sora says. “And you came here for our help.”
Luminamon hesitates, then gives a quick nod.
“Then of course we’ll help,” Sora says, offering Luminamon a smile. “We just need to figure out what to do about UndeadChimairamon.”
“And whatever they send next to capture you,” Yamato adds, frowning. He sees Taichi’s gaze flick over to him, just for a moment.
Luminamon perks up slightly, lifting its ears straight up. “I can -- I can help with UndeadChimairamon,” she says. “If you can draw its pieces into one place and amplify my power somehow, I can force it back into its real form. Once it’s reverted back …”
“We can kill it,” Taichi finishes. “Koushiro?”
“It’s not like we can build an amplifier for holy energy from scratch. We just don’t have the hardware,” Koushiro says, a little wearily. “If we want to do this, we’re going to have to borrow a large enough radio transmitter.”
“What about the television centre, then? It’s built for broadcasting, it’ll have the machinery we need,” Sora says. “We’ll just have to -- try very hard not to damage it too much this time.”
There’s a collective outward breath of exhaustion, as each Chosen cycles through the number of times the Fuji Television Centre has been nearly destroyed by Digimon attacks. It had barely survived the Battle of Odaiba.
“When we do this, though, it’s going to be like lighting up a thousand flares and announcing Luminamon’s presence with them. We’re going to get pushback, maybe even an outright invasion,” Yamato says. “Koushiro, can you take scans of Luminamon? I might have an idea what to do about that.”
Koushiro gives a quick nod, flipping open his laptop and starting work. Everyone else gives a collective grumble of exhaustion, scarfing down their coffee.
“Tonight, then,” Taichi says. “When UndeadChimairamon attacks, we lure him towards the TV centre and make our move.”