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dive_logs2012-02-13 08:41 pm
omegabuster) wrote in dive_logs2012-02-13 08:41 pm
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End of the World, End of the Line
Who: Omegamon, Diablomon
What: End of the World, End of the Line
When: February 7th, 2012
Where: Dark Capital, Dark Area
It was the end of the world as all knew it. Omegamon had known it was coming.
He also knew what to do when it came.
February 7th. The date proposed by one of the Syndicate leaders, Dr. Eggman, for his group, the Tamer 'peace keeping' organization known as 'DATS', the rebellions adventurers who proudly proclaimed their name as the 'Dai Gurren Brigade,' and the lone swordsman called Vergil to meet. It was then the Tags would be united. The Omega Sword would rise.
As would Chaosmon.
It was a calculated risk. To leave the fate of his world in these Tamers hands... but he knew, deep down. He knew well that he could not conquer this beast. He hadn't been able to do so before. One of his brothers had BECOME apart of it, and all others still fell.
The Tamers had the tools to do this, but they would exhaust them in the process. They would exhaust their lives, and their own power. Witchenly, for certain, in their current state would not let this day fall so easily.
So, Omegamon would take advantage of this carnage. This chaos. As the world began to tear itself apart upon Chaosmon's unearthing, the Virus Busters would land on the shores of the Dark Area. They would march, and they would conquer. The hostilities between the Dark Area's own factions would be their own undoing. The army and the rebels would both fall before Omegamon's knights.
They did fall. They were conquered.
Thus, the sun blotted out by the smoke of this conquest, as the earth around them continued to shake with unrelenting force caused by Chaosmon's mere existence...
Omegamon stood in the Dark Capital.
Word had reached him some time ago of another's push into the Dark Area upon their own strike. This "King Bowser" was just as opportunistic as he was, it would seem. He had informed his forces to shown them little concern. That Tamer and his considerable forces were not their mission. Not for now.
They were not his conquest.
Anyone brave, or stupid enough to face Omegamon as he marched alone through the Capital was swiftly dealt with. This was not an extermination mission. This time, he sought merely to overthrow this area. To show Diablomon, and all of these demons where true power lied.
His power.
None of these weaklings were of his concern. They were but ants.
No. He sought another.
[ooc - This log is locked between NPCs. Actual posting begins in full on the 15th. This is in effect an "opening cut scene" of the newly revised Digital Dive.]
What: End of the World, End of the Line
When: February 7th, 2012
Where: Dark Capital, Dark Area
It was the end of the world as all knew it. Omegamon had known it was coming.
He also knew what to do when it came.
February 7th. The date proposed by one of the Syndicate leaders, Dr. Eggman, for his group, the Tamer 'peace keeping' organization known as 'DATS', the rebellions adventurers who proudly proclaimed their name as the 'Dai Gurren Brigade,' and the lone swordsman called Vergil to meet. It was then the Tags would be united. The Omega Sword would rise.
As would Chaosmon.
It was a calculated risk. To leave the fate of his world in these Tamers hands... but he knew, deep down. He knew well that he could not conquer this beast. He hadn't been able to do so before. One of his brothers had BECOME apart of it, and all others still fell.
The Tamers had the tools to do this, but they would exhaust them in the process. They would exhaust their lives, and their own power. Witchenly, for certain, in their current state would not let this day fall so easily.
So, Omegamon would take advantage of this carnage. This chaos. As the world began to tear itself apart upon Chaosmon's unearthing, the Virus Busters would land on the shores of the Dark Area. They would march, and they would conquer. The hostilities between the Dark Area's own factions would be their own undoing. The army and the rebels would both fall before Omegamon's knights.
They did fall. They were conquered.
Thus, the sun blotted out by the smoke of this conquest, as the earth around them continued to shake with unrelenting force caused by Chaosmon's mere existence...
Omegamon stood in the Dark Capital.
Word had reached him some time ago of another's push into the Dark Area upon their own strike. This "King Bowser" was just as opportunistic as he was, it would seem. He had informed his forces to shown them little concern. That Tamer and his considerable forces were not their mission. Not for now.
They were not his conquest.
Anyone brave, or stupid enough to face Omegamon as he marched alone through the Capital was swiftly dealt with. This was not an extermination mission. This time, he sought merely to overthrow this area. To show Diablomon, and all of these demons where true power lied.
His power.
None of these weaklings were of his concern. They were but ants.
No. He sought another.
[ooc - This log is locked between NPCs. Actual posting begins in full on the 15th. This is in effect an "opening cut scene" of the newly revised Digital Dive.]
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He did not attack honorably. He did not let out a cry of challenge. He did not even announce his attack name, as Digimon were wont to do.
Instead, he opened fire on Omegamon upon springing out, energy pouring from the cannon on his chest.
The master of the Dark Area was angry. No, he was beyond angry. This monster had stepped into his land, and profaned his capital. Omegamon would pay.
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He spun, cape sweeping out around him, and snorted.
"Sloppy, Diablomon," Omegamon snorted. "It is no wonder your forces are of such weak will that a mere soldier has been able to sway them against your chosen leaders!"
He thrust out his right arm, a large cannon popping out of the MetalGarurumon maw.
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"I will deal with the traitor as I will deal with you, monster," the demonic digimon's voice rumbled. "You have gone beyond our war! The very digital world shakes, and I know you know the reason why! I will defeat you and save this world."
He stood there, unflinching, staring down the barrel of the cannon without fear.
Why?
Because a small army of Devidramon tore their way out of a building behind Omegamon, firing attacks at Omegamon from behind.
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"You will save nothing, Diablomon. You haven't the strength," he turned his glance a bit behind him, at the Devidramon and their attacks. "All you do is send your men to their deaths!"
He swung around, leveling the cannon at the attackers.
"GARURU CANNON!"
Unrelenting power erupted from it as he fired several shots, each one a massive burst of power that no mere Adult Digimon could hope to survive.
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He would not let them die in vain.
With Omegamon focused upon destroying his subordinates, he fired his cannon again, hoping to hit Omegamon while he was distracted.
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"GREY SWORD!"
He finished turning as the blast was upon him. The sword flashed out, colliding with the blast. He struggled with it momentarily, the energy pushing against his arm... until managed to sweep his arm to one side, deflecting the blast off into the ground.
He held the sword up as he began advancing upon Diablomon.
"It is over, Diablomon."
The ground shook even fiercer around them, as if the very world was about to split in half, but he seemed undaunted.
"This world may die today. You, however, will see that fate before it does."
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"That may be," he said. "But I won't do it without taking you with me first!"
The Dark Area leader's eyes glowed red, as a certain mark flared unseen beneath his armor. Within a moment, he was upon Omegamon, slashing with blinding speed with his massive claws.
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He growled, the ground cracking beneath his feet as he lunged and slashed back at Diablomon's claws with his sword.
Then, the ground LITERALLY broke as the earth split nearby, and the ground beneath them began to crumble.
Omegamon? Paid this little mind.
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But he didn't care.
His hate and his pride were on the line.
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He snarled, thrusting both arms out to his sides. Fire swirled around the WarGreymon gauntlet, and ice around the MetalGarurumon one.
He thrust his arms forward, then, the two opposing powers surging towards Diablomon and obliterating more of the ground around them as it traveled, destabilizing it even further.
"DOUBLE TORRENT!"
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Nevertheless, he was struck quite hard, thrown back violently through several crumbling buildings by the twin trailing shots of ice and fire.
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Before he then flew straight down at him, jabbing out his Grey Sword, and aiming right for Diablomon's head.
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... narrowly missing having the Grey Sword cleave through the middle of his head. Instead, it succeeded in breaking off his horn.
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"Last words?" he asked, also then pushing the Garuru Cannon against his chest.
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That was when Omegamon was tackled from behind.
A GranDracumon. A Gokumon. A Darkdramon. All of them Dark Area soldiers evolved by the release of the Shining Evolution.
"My lord!" the Gokumon screamed. "Go! Get out of here! We'll hold him off!"
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Meanwhile, the Darkdramon and GranDracumon both grabbed at Omegamon's arms, hoping to crush them in their teeth.
This was all Diablomon needed to spring away, fleeing from the scene as fast as he could.
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Except, a second later, fire and ice burst around his arms again.
"Double Torrent."
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But then, so was Diablomon.
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...but, it mattered not.
Omegamon had proven his superiority.
He had proven his strength, and the power of his pride.
He was victorious.
The Dark Area was his.