Wisemon would fixate their eyes upon the fixtures that upheld the great books well emblazoned marble, no damage to any of them, hence why Wisemon was so stumped. Nobody should have the authority to remove them so easily save for Wisemon. Hence why it had to be these unknown variables. That was why Wisemon without a doubt believed that even if they did tell the truth. They weren't being entirely honest with the protector of the library that was Wisemon's personal belief though the Librarian could at least be somewhat cordial.
Turning its towering figure around to the arrogant little chessmon and its arrogant partner. Wisemon would stoop low to look at them both directly and personally. "Why do you think-process-CONCLUDE
that I would allow a arrogant-suspicious-INTRUDER
like yourself to freely move about my library while under suspicion-interrogation-WATCH
, So know that you have no right to make such threats in this library." Wisemon would say before creaking back up to full height. Towering over the two as an imposing figure, before merely floating away.
Wisemon would next address the organism that was paired with one of the rather rare Sistermon types. Wisemon wasn't unfamiliar with the standard respect one should give to angelic digimon, but Wisemon also didn't really care for such formalities. "Visitors, Rare if at all, Lending? No. Teleportation of books sounds like good idea. Will consider for future investment." The Librarian said with seriousness to what was probably a stupidly complex idea.
Indeed Wisemon had answered all the short questions they felt like responding to, because someone had said something that was quite interesting
. The girl with a Tinkermon far away from home had brought up the intriguing factor about digivolution. But the girl with the Renamon had asked directly about the books themselves. Wisemon could answer both in one explanation.
"I have already told you of the importance and power of the books, But if you wish me to go into detail about the iconography..." Wisemon would say, Their voice a calm more readily to explain sort of tone. Indeed if there is anything this Digimon liked to do. It was to show their intellectual know-how about all things.
"As you can see there are seven pedastals, but only six books upon them. The ones that remain are Plutomon, The god of the underworld, whoms symbol is that of a dark diamond. He manages the underworld of data. Neptunemon, God of the Net Ocean with the symbol of the horse and trident. Vulcanusmon, god of the mountain forge and the owner of the grandest mines of the digital world whom uses an anvil as his symbol. Dianamon, the harbringer of the night and the goddess of the moon represented by that very same lunar rock. Venusmon the lover and the compassionate, She both drives Digimon to great success and to ruin with her overwhelming love for all things, represented by her dove and oyster. Last of the ones that remain is Bacchusmon, The foremost drinker and the party holder for all Digimon, represented by the wine glass. They are all gods compared to you and I, the gods of the digital world." Wisemon would conclude.
"The final book, and the one that was stolen contained" Then Wisemon would keel over in agony clutching its head in pain as if drawing that much information had hurt it in some way. As it quickly shook its head. What was in the last book
. It attempted to try to recall the information again, keeling over once more, something was wrong. What was it talking about. The gods, Olympos XII. The intruders. Jupitermon
In pain the digimon would reach out towards the books to try to read it to refresh its memory. Accessing these books should allow it to remind itself what it was talking about and ground itself. With outstretched palm Wisemon arbiter of the node and keeper of the great library would attempt to read Bacchusmon's Tome.
The voice would bellow loudly.
And Wisemon?They screamed
ShibuyaHack enroute to the Digital Shift
Leaping from rooftop to rooftop to close in on the signal of the digital shift, a white-furred digimon with a flowing red cape would be rushing to the scene. Hack had been sent alone because not only was he faster, he was also capable of slipping into the school unnoticed. The old geezer would have to wait outside. They would assess the situation before closing the rift. God forbid anyone was trapped inside. But it was the best they could do as of current until they know what the enemy was. All Hack and by extension the rest of Dojo team knew was that the longer the rifts were open, the more unstable the real world would become and they couldn't risk another Yokai incident...
Thus it would continue running headlong towards the school.
Wisemon in their fit of anger and rage was causing the very library to shake, books would fall off their shelves, others would turn red symbolising damaged or corrupted files as a result of Wisemons fit. To see such a figure that had up to this point been at least somewhat intelligent and polite if at least threatening, be devolved down to a rabid beast and then even more frightening. Wisemon would just stop and calmly lift itself up.
"Take them. The books. Take them far away from here and do it quickly. I am no longer suited to be the protector of these books. I do not care what your intention is, if your a bad person someone else will have to stop you. Just take them and leave before I inevitably change my mind." Wisemon would say their voice free of distortion. One last island of sanity before the darkest abyss of mindlessness. They were twitching oddly, like a bug being probed with a sharp stick. Their book they stood open shedding pages.
It seems whatever Wisemon was doing it was only to stall for time.