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"An apology is a promise to do things differently next time, and to keep the promise." - Ging Freecss
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“Yesterday I was clever, so I wanted to change the world. Today I am wise, so I am changing myself.” ― Rumi
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Nero Acerbi
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How long had it been? It felt like more than a few hours since the emergency-evac but it was far less; he knew that to be true. He stood in the middle of a dense jungle, his white hair still styled, his clothes near perfect. Moist soil slid underneath his boots as he pushed aside a few large plants and made it onto the shore. The waters were several hundred meters wide, he looked off to the opposite shore. That was intense, He thought to himself, placing a gloved hand on a moist tree nearby
Master Rose, what have I gotten myself into?
He looked in the direction of several billowing columns of smoke. “I need to find other Jedi or comrades. I can't do this alone.” He knew he wouldn't have much time to himself so he checked his own supplies before igniting both his Lightsabers to make sure they were working. The hum of their blades filled the small area for just a moment before he cut them off, clipped them back on, and started back into the small jungle.
Exotic plant-life grew around him, the jungle and waters was teeming with deadly creatures. He could practically taste the predatory instincts lurking meters upon meters around him. They were developed; savage. If he had slipped up even once in that first encounter, he would had been chow for the beasts.
If nothing else he was cautious, so when he heard the quiet growl of a animal nearby, he un-clipped his Lightsabers from his belt and halted his advance. Glancing from side to side, he reached out with the force, picked up a chalky brown rock, and chucked towards a canopy of large leaves two meters away. As he expected the large creature reacted on instinct and leaped out of the brush and into the bundle.
Nero took a step back. Looking at the long snout, large tusks, and razor sharp teeth protruding from the six-legged beast; it was difficult to say what species it belonged to. He had never seen anything like it before. Two flicks of both his Lightsaber ignited them. “Easy there,” He muttered softly, careful of his steps and surroundings. “I'm not here to hurt you.”
The beast turned towards him, circling him like it would any other prey. He felt fear, doubt, and a odd sense of survival surge through him. Holding both the blades out to his side, he spun them gracefully like he had practiced with Master Rose. The humming of the blades, coupled with its bright green shapes, and searing carvings brought confusion to the beast, it was wry of him now. That was good.
I might make it out of this alive, He told himself.
…
How long had it been? It felt like more than a few hours since the emergency-evac but it was far less; he knew that to be true. He stood in the middle of a dense jungle, his white hair still styled, his clothes near perfect. Moist soil slid underneath his boots as he pushed aside a few large plants and made it onto the shore. The waters were several hundred meters wide, he looked off to the opposite shore. That was intense, He thought to himself, placing a gloved hand on a moist tree nearby
Master Rose, what have I gotten myself into?
He looked in the direction of several billowing columns of smoke. “I need to find other Jedi or comrades. I can't do this alone.” He knew he wouldn't have much time to himself so he checked his own supplies before igniting both his Lightsabers to make sure they were working. The hum of their blades filled the small area for just a moment before he cut them off, clipped them back on, and started back into the small jungle.
Exotic plant-life grew around him, the jungle and waters was teeming with deadly creatures. He could practically taste the predatory instincts lurking meters upon meters around him. They were developed; savage. If he had slipped up even once in that first encounter, he would had been chow for the beasts.
If nothing else he was cautious, so when he heard the quiet growl of a animal nearby, he un-clipped his Lightsabers from his belt and halted his advance. Glancing from side to side, he reached out with the force, picked up a chalky brown rock, and chucked towards a canopy of large leaves two meters away. As he expected the large creature reacted on instinct and leaped out of the brush and into the bundle.
Nero took a step back. Looking at the long snout, large tusks, and razor sharp teeth protruding from the six-legged beast; it was difficult to say what species it belonged to. He had never seen anything like it before. Two flicks of both his Lightsaber ignited them. “Easy there,” He muttered softly, careful of his steps and surroundings. “I'm not here to hurt you.”
The beast turned towards him, circling him like it would any other prey. He felt fear, doubt, and a odd sense of survival surge through him. Holding both the blades out to his side, he spun them gracefully like he had practiced with Master Rose. The humming of the blades, coupled with its bright green shapes, and searing carvings brought confusion to the beast, it was wry of him now. That was good.
I might make it out of this alive, He told himself.
Naraal Vrail
His moment of cleansing or mental rehabilitation had long left him. Now he stood with the others, Vera, Kadan, and The Source. Though he dared not stand directly with them, he could just feel he had not earned the right. So instead he placed himself to the side of Vera, situated behide her, his hands hanging in his earthen sleeves.
While they spoke, he forced himself to pay attention. If he was to be strong, if he was to join this empire; then this was a necessity. No longer was he on his own, he couldn't do what he wanted. He needed order and control. But that was easier said than done. When The Source's voice was directed towards him, he found himself lost; had he been thinking while the man was talking?
He cursed to himself.
With a single, strong nod; Naraal accepted that he'd be remaining with them and his mission. It was for the greater good, he told himself. The more he was with The Source, the more he could learn. Whether that be through personal education or simple observation. The man did cut him off from The Force; from The Dark Side. And in that little bit of time, he had to battle with all sorts of emotions; he was on the right track to controlling them. He wondered if he was actually ready to receive his powers back. Would it be for the best?
Once he had begun to walk away, Naraal reached out to Vera and touch her arm. She was good with espionage, he could tell. He could... feel it, just a little. “Master, I need your help?” He told her quietly, his fingers clasping the edges of his sleeves. He was ashamed to ask but...
“I was wondering if you could give me a few pointers?” He asked her.
Gideon Lilac, Coruscant
“I'll seek advice if something comes up,” He told himself, walking with great strides towards The Senate. It was just a feeling and if nothing else, his time in training had always told him to trust those feelings. Cause feelings were just hints from the Force, warnings and signs. He needed to check on it, if nothing else.
His moment of cleansing or mental rehabilitation had long left him. Now he stood with the others, Vera, Kadan, and The Source. Though he dared not stand directly with them, he could just feel he had not earned the right. So instead he placed himself to the side of Vera, situated behide her, his hands hanging in his earthen sleeves.
While they spoke, he forced himself to pay attention. If he was to be strong, if he was to join this empire; then this was a necessity. No longer was he on his own, he couldn't do what he wanted. He needed order and control. But that was easier said than done. When The Source's voice was directed towards him, he found himself lost; had he been thinking while the man was talking?
He cursed to himself.
With a single, strong nod; Naraal accepted that he'd be remaining with them and his mission. It was for the greater good, he told himself. The more he was with The Source, the more he could learn. Whether that be through personal education or simple observation. The man did cut him off from The Force; from The Dark Side. And in that little bit of time, he had to battle with all sorts of emotions; he was on the right track to controlling them. He wondered if he was actually ready to receive his powers back. Would it be for the best?
Once he had begun to walk away, Naraal reached out to Vera and touch her arm. She was good with espionage, he could tell. He could... feel it, just a little. “Master, I need your help?” He told her quietly, his fingers clasping the edges of his sleeves. He was ashamed to ask but...
“I was wondering if you could give me a few pointers?” He asked her.
Gideon Lilac, Coruscant
“I'll seek advice if something comes up,” He told himself, walking with great strides towards The Senate. It was just a feeling and if nothing else, his time in training had always told him to trust those feelings. Cause feelings were just hints from the Force, warnings and signs. He needed to check on it, if nothing else.
My Post is up. You sly Fox, you stole my idea. I guess we can share it :)
Clavis Angemon for Jesumon. It was hard trying to get something that made sense, let know if you disagree. But I choose ClavisAngemon for my Lesser Mega
Finding a large staff, something like a twisted, tense piece of wood; Cayden picked it up off the ground and was surprised with his acceptance of the weapon. It wasn't too heavy, neither too light... It felt good in his hand, as if it could do some serious damage. And against a monster with a drill on his head that's exactly what he wanted to do.
A cry tore his eyes from the stick. He looked up only to see Tsunomon flying through the air, the outskirts of the dense forest a window to the scene. One of the boys had pushed him out the way, saved him. But now Tsuno was flying through the sky. “Tsunomon! I'm coming!” He barked, dropping the stick as he ran towards his friend.
Running as hard as he could, he was ignorant of the dazzling light emitting from his pants pocket. But gazing up at Tsunomon, he noticed the brillance covering him. Tsunomon was as bright as a beacon, it forced him to halt. He raised his arm over his eyes and a moment later, felt the force of a blast push him backwards.
He couldn't comprehend what had happened. What was that blast? Where did it come from? And where was Tsunomon? He asked himself as he caught his breath. “Tsunomon!” yelled the youth, his eyes still adjusting to the lesser light.
“Call me Hackmon, Cay. That's my new name.” A adolescent, roguish voice told him.
Slowly he lowered his arm. “New name? This isn't the time for jokes,” He said, un-amused. His arm fell to his side, and in front of him, facing off with the side of a struggling Drimogemon; was a gleaming white dragon. Armor plated with white steel and powerful yellow eyes... a crimson mantle swaying from its neck. It literal took his breath away.
“Who are you?” Cayden asked.
“I'm the person that's going to save this worrrld!” He yelled, a roar echoing with his final word.
A painful growl escaped the enemy as a gray-furred digimon attacked it; it was new to the struggle as well. In fact, now that he looked around, there was light everywhere. “This is crazy,” he muttered to himself. The background noise of the battle, the tremoring as the enemy fell to his back, the eerie screech of a foreign noise. It all added to his confusion.
Hackmon growled with white passion before leaping towards the Digimon. High in the sky, he let loose glistening flames from his maw; the burning stream exploding inside the hole Drimogemon was trapped in. The damage was maximized, leaving the Digimon barely alive inside, still struggling to get out.
Cayden rubbed the back of his head, unknowingly snapping the goggles hanging off his neck against his throat. The pain brought clarity to his thoughts, it made everything clearer. He watched Hackmon fall back to the ground off to the side of it. And knew then, as his motions were undeniably similar to Tsunomons, that they were related some in form. He ran up behind the Digimon, ready to fight with him. “After this, you're going to tell me where Tsunomon is,” He demanded.
A cry tore his eyes from the stick. He looked up only to see Tsunomon flying through the air, the outskirts of the dense forest a window to the scene. One of the boys had pushed him out the way, saved him. But now Tsuno was flying through the sky. “Tsunomon! I'm coming!” He barked, dropping the stick as he ran towards his friend.
Running as hard as he could, he was ignorant of the dazzling light emitting from his pants pocket. But gazing up at Tsunomon, he noticed the brillance covering him. Tsunomon was as bright as a beacon, it forced him to halt. He raised his arm over his eyes and a moment later, felt the force of a blast push him backwards.
He couldn't comprehend what had happened. What was that blast? Where did it come from? And where was Tsunomon? He asked himself as he caught his breath. “Tsunomon!” yelled the youth, his eyes still adjusting to the lesser light.
“Call me Hackmon, Cay. That's my new name.” A adolescent, roguish voice told him.
Slowly he lowered his arm. “New name? This isn't the time for jokes,” He said, un-amused. His arm fell to his side, and in front of him, facing off with the side of a struggling Drimogemon; was a gleaming white dragon. Armor plated with white steel and powerful yellow eyes... a crimson mantle swaying from its neck. It literal took his breath away.
“Who are you?” Cayden asked.
“I'm the person that's going to save this worrrld!” He yelled, a roar echoing with his final word.
A painful growl escaped the enemy as a gray-furred digimon attacked it; it was new to the struggle as well. In fact, now that he looked around, there was light everywhere. “This is crazy,” he muttered to himself. The background noise of the battle, the tremoring as the enemy fell to his back, the eerie screech of a foreign noise. It all added to his confusion.
Hackmon growled with white passion before leaping towards the Digimon. High in the sky, he let loose glistening flames from his maw; the burning stream exploding inside the hole Drimogemon was trapped in. The damage was maximized, leaving the Digimon barely alive inside, still struggling to get out.
Cayden rubbed the back of his head, unknowingly snapping the goggles hanging off his neck against his throat. The pain brought clarity to his thoughts, it made everything clearer. He watched Hackmon fall back to the ground off to the side of it. And knew then, as his motions were undeniably similar to Tsunomons, that they were related some in form. He ran up behind the Digimon, ready to fight with him. “After this, you're going to tell me where Tsunomon is,” He demanded.
G3njii said
Guess who got internet back :)
The greatest person in the world I'm guessing ^^
lol. Welcome back, Gen
Almost instinctively, his eyes strayed to the famed Senju: Chokeichi. Like a primordial reaction, he felt something in his blood cringe at the sound of his excessively loud voice. He couldn't imagine why anyone would want to be that loud; it was unsightly and deplorable. But he had to admit that the man was strong; rumors of his strength spread through the Lands like deeply plug roots; stretching out; conquering.
His bronzed colored brows furrowed just a bit as the other two chimed in. The words they spoke of the Tatasuko was near insulting but he could tell from the tone that they spoke fondly, not hatefully. He turned his head from crowd, from the others. It was his duty as Tsubasa's leader to maintain focus but he had always found that difficult. Since the death of his family, it had become increasingly challenging to remain ground to reality. It had become near-impossible to fence up his daydreams as well.
He dreamed of a place where his family and he idled their time away, splayed out on a peaceful prairie; listening to the wind carry true and utter bliss through the trees. This was the optimistic vision that he carried in his heart. A place where peace reigned and happiness flourished; or better yet bloomed. For everyone had the potential in their hearts, everyone wanted peace in one form or another.
He was just open to the truth.
Peace would not, could not be created by one man alone. It needed to be heralded by a force of incomprehensible strength, it needed to be carried by something akin to a God. But if that God was an alliance of humans, it still held no hope. They would eventually grow old and somewhere down the line, some greedy ancestor or piece would cripple that alliance; that God of peace.
Soruko had drew him back to reality and in the process managed to garner a smirk from him. She had always been that way; direct and confrontational. That kind of behavior would had usually put a up a wall between said person and himself, but he found her way of dealing with the situation chivalrous, tasteful almost. It was deserving of that comment.
However, Akira and Ori almost had heart attacks. The lumbering man pushed himself off the wall and gawked at the woman in surprise, even Ori had seemed a bit shaken by the outburst. It seemed they had apprehensions about confronting the three at the table.
“S-Soruko,” stammered the giant, his large hands trembling comically.
“Soruko's going to get us killed before we even get a chance to pull this off,” whispered Ori, though she smirked towards Soruko with a certain amount of pride.
“Leader, do something before this gets out of hand,” Akira whispered urgently, his voice being drowned out by Soruko and Kota's small ruckus. “She is with us after all. We can't have the Senju-Senbo alliance and Kota aiming for our throats.”
Hato blinked and between the folds of his arms, lifted one index finger to hush Akira's worries. As they listened, the conversation turned easy, boarding flirtatious towards the end. “Chokeichi just announced there would be no fighting, Akira. I'm sure that applies to them as well. Besides, now we have a ace. If Kota ever comes up against us,” He leaned in lightly towards Soruko. “We just send our dear Soruko to court him into surrendering,” He jested, the short chords of a hym leaving his lips as he chuckled.
Ori smirked along with him, Akira simply sulked in his own forgetfulness and leaned up against the wall.
He had to admit that he was happy that Soruko had tagged along, it would had been a handful for just Ori and Akira to keep him under-wraps should he lose himself in daydreams. It took a woman like Soruko to bring him back down from the clouds. She was direct and had a heavy hand with great knowledge in its palm. She was a great asset to Tsubasa. That much was true.
His bronzed colored brows furrowed just a bit as the other two chimed in. The words they spoke of the Tatasuko was near insulting but he could tell from the tone that they spoke fondly, not hatefully. He turned his head from crowd, from the others. It was his duty as Tsubasa's leader to maintain focus but he had always found that difficult. Since the death of his family, it had become increasingly challenging to remain ground to reality. It had become near-impossible to fence up his daydreams as well.
He dreamed of a place where his family and he idled their time away, splayed out on a peaceful prairie; listening to the wind carry true and utter bliss through the trees. This was the optimistic vision that he carried in his heart. A place where peace reigned and happiness flourished; or better yet bloomed. For everyone had the potential in their hearts, everyone wanted peace in one form or another.
He was just open to the truth.
Peace would not, could not be created by one man alone. It needed to be heralded by a force of incomprehensible strength, it needed to be carried by something akin to a God. But if that God was an alliance of humans, it still held no hope. They would eventually grow old and somewhere down the line, some greedy ancestor or piece would cripple that alliance; that God of peace.
Soruko had drew him back to reality and in the process managed to garner a smirk from him. She had always been that way; direct and confrontational. That kind of behavior would had usually put a up a wall between said person and himself, but he found her way of dealing with the situation chivalrous, tasteful almost. It was deserving of that comment.
However, Akira and Ori almost had heart attacks. The lumbering man pushed himself off the wall and gawked at the woman in surprise, even Ori had seemed a bit shaken by the outburst. It seemed they had apprehensions about confronting the three at the table.
“S-Soruko,” stammered the giant, his large hands trembling comically.
“Soruko's going to get us killed before we even get a chance to pull this off,” whispered Ori, though she smirked towards Soruko with a certain amount of pride.
“Leader, do something before this gets out of hand,” Akira whispered urgently, his voice being drowned out by Soruko and Kota's small ruckus. “She is with us after all. We can't have the Senju-Senbo alliance and Kota aiming for our throats.”
Hato blinked and between the folds of his arms, lifted one index finger to hush Akira's worries. As they listened, the conversation turned easy, boarding flirtatious towards the end. “Chokeichi just announced there would be no fighting, Akira. I'm sure that applies to them as well. Besides, now we have a ace. If Kota ever comes up against us,” He leaned in lightly towards Soruko. “We just send our dear Soruko to court him into surrendering,” He jested, the short chords of a hym leaving his lips as he chuckled.
Ori smirked along with him, Akira simply sulked in his own forgetfulness and leaned up against the wall.
He had to admit that he was happy that Soruko had tagged along, it would had been a handful for just Ori and Akira to keep him under-wraps should he lose himself in daydreams. It took a woman like Soruko to bring him back down from the clouds. She was direct and had a heavy hand with great knowledge in its palm. She was a great asset to Tsubasa. That much was true.
Sanki88 said
I'm trying to remain positive, After all this is the time of year when people get really busy with life. Last minute gift shopping, the mad study time for finals, crazy work schedules. I can't think of many occupations that don't get hectic during the holiday season. Heck the weather during winter usually does a number to peoples power. So as cold as it may sound, I'm hoping his lack of activity is simply due to something like no internet due to a storm or something totally out of his control.
All of that is true. The both of you are right. Hmm, I'll end up staying for awhile. My interest in this is higher than most threads.
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