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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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...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.