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@corruptedexecutioners
"You…who are you?" the Executioner of Steel frowned.
( mirroredsteel )
"I was about to impose the same question to you, young one."
Whoever this boy was, Mercurymon’s spirits of steel were reacting to him. If recoiling was considered reacting.
"I am an Exeuctioner meant to kill a Warrior."
He could tell there was something about him. He was almost like the Spirits that Tunc was supposed to kill.
"You...who are you?" the Executioner of Steel frowned.
( mirroredsteel )
This girl always made Ince curious- but she also terrified him. Those blue eyes would go blank and she would do something terrifying- like nearly killing Tunc. But this time he felt a stabbing pain in his side.
He vanished in a wisp of shadows, appearing in a place he knew he’d find help. Tears were threatening his vision- but the sight of a familiar male made him run over and hug onto his leg tightly, blood dripping down the child’s side.
"B-Big Brother!"
Duskmon was surprised when he saw the familiar form crash into his leg, of all things, though the sight of blood had caught his attention. But instead of being overwhelmed or fueled by the other’s negative feelings, their equally corrupted aura mixed together with his to create a positive force with which the warrior used to peer down at Ince kindly.
They had called him ‘Big Brother’, after all. They would not betray him.
"Ince," Duskmon knelt down to the child. "What’s wrong?" Though he could see it already - the fear in their mind, the stab wound on their side. It would have made him mad, regularly, but right now, he was here for Ince.
"T-That damn Steel Wa-Warrior! She...She stabbed me!" it was an angry snarl despite his upset attitude. For some reason his mind wandered to the third person who had been there. That damn Warrior of Darkness had just stared like he had never seen the girl stab someone before- when this was at least the second time. He forced himself back to reality at the burning sensation in his side. He whimpered not unlike a child who fell down and got scraped.
He just continued hugging onto Duskmon though, trying not to cry. He didn't want to seem so weak when he brother was so calm.
Ince still did not know what brought him to come here first. Normally he would have went to Hitomi and asked his leader for help. Maybe because the last Executioner who got hurt was Kameyo- and the Executioner of Ice was now dead. They all feared Hitomi now, and it was common sense that told them to.
The child could have informed him that he was the Executioner of Darkness and therefore a large threat- but he would rather not get into some unnecessary fight with a man that looked like one of his Spirits. It seemed rather foolish.
"Then we will not have a problem, will we?" and yet the blade did not vanish and neither did the untrusting gaze on Ince’s face.
Duskmon’s gaze, and therefore that of his armor, never once left the child, boring into him. "Problems are something you mortals have. I have no problems. Only the need to destroy and days when that mentality is null, like now."
Ince almost rolled his eyes as the male spoke. The Executioner instead just sighed softly. "If that is what you choose to believe." he replied, keeping an even tone. Every creature had problems- no matter how much they thought they did not.
He just watched the other quietly- not sure if he was challenging him or not. He was not planning on it- but if a fight broke out he would for sure put an end to it.
But he still had a feeling that he had meant it to show off- not to harm the Executioner. The blue haired child frowned, shaking his head as he did so.
"I mean it as defense in case a battle broke out."
Defense, as if he could truly shield himself from Duskmon’s attack. Though, the child before him did indeed strike a spark within the evil, and it didn’t seem right to slay him just yet.
"You are of no use to me dead. I don’t feel like whetting my blades if you are no threat.."
The child could have informed him that he was the Executioner of Darkness and therefore a large threat- but he would rather not get into some unnecessary fight with a man that looked like one of his Spirits. It seemed rather foolish.
"Then we will not have a problem, will we?" and yet the blade did not vanish and neither did the untrusting gaze on Ince's face.
This girl always made Ince curious- but she also terrified him. Those blue eyes would go blank and she would do something terrifying- like nearly killing Tunc. But this time he felt a stabbing pain in his side.
He vanished in a wisp of shadows, appearing in a place he knew he'd find help. Tears were threatening his vision- but the sight of a familiar male made him run over and hug onto his leg tightly, blood dripping down the child's side.
"B-Big Brother!"
"I agree with you~. Duskmon and Velgemon are so much better than Loewemon and KaiserLeomon~. Makes me glad my lord returned them back to normal~."
"You are the Kimura man? Do not speak to me so casually." he said, his expression turning darker. He would kill this man who thought he could address him so casually.
"Do you really believe that these Spirits are the purest form of darkness, Ince?"
"Of course they are Big Brother! They are even more pure than the Kimura Man's Spirits!"
"You see a being in black armor? With a bird-like form?" ~corruptedexeuctioners (Ince)
He nodded, “For the most part.. he just stalks me.. Staring at me with his red eyes.. However.. in recent dreams, he’s become more violent.. Even to the point where I was almost attacked..”
"So the pathetic cat-smelling human sees Duskmon and Velgemon in his dreams, huh? What a lucky creature he is then- to gaze upon the purest forms of the darkness." the child said, as if he was not talking to the male but to some invisible creature.
He was confused as to what he said, “D..duskmon? V..velgemon..? W-what do you mean..?” His tail twitched, watching the other in fear. He was close to his cousins’ apartment, so if he needed to, he could call for them and they could protect him if he was in trouble.
"Exactly what was said- the purest forms of the darkness. Beautiful, aren't they?" he smiled, as if having an innocent conversation with the male. He was thinking of his elder brother and his spirits. Oh yes, how majestic of creatures they were- and the child could barely contain excitement at pointing them out.
"You see a being in black armor? With a bird-like form?" ~corruptedexeuctioners (Ince)
He nodded, “For the most part.. he just stalks me.. Staring at me with his red eyes.. However.. in recent dreams, he’s become more violent.. Even to the point where I was almost attacked..”
"So the pathetic cat-smelling human sees Duskmon and Velgemon in his dreams, huh? What a lucky creature he is then- to gaze upon the purest forms of the darkness." the child said, as if he was not talking to the male but to some invisible creature.
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"I am a killer- I do not need to worry about that."
"It is the pathetic mask that every human wears." was his simple answer. The other had a strange expression on and it made Temp curious about what he was thinking.
"Let me give you a hint- you are person who had Blitzmon and Bolgmon, the purified Thunder Spirits. I am the person who has the corrupted Thunder Spirits. Give you any hints there or were you really stupid as a child?”
"Er -" Junpei wasn’t sure how to respond to any of that. Either they were really in-character for Obon, or something was up about them. Junpei preferred to pretend it was the former, keeping up a friendly smile.
"Oh! So, you know about the Legendary Warriors? Yeah, we’re pretty well known in some parts - wait. Did you say ‘corrupted Thunder’ ?" He shook his head vigorously. "You have the ShadowBeetlemon?" Junpei had always thought those were just a figment of Sukkakumon.
"I didn’t know there were other people chosen for that.” He knew about the dark versions, but this guy was different.
He did not expect the other to know him- Temp was not an Executioner yet nor was he old enough for them to have met. Or, unless he was miscalculating the time that this was. But either way he recognized the man and that was all that was important. He was obviously younger than the time Temp had been expecting- but no matter.
The show must go on, as they said.
"I know you quite well actually, yes. Just...not in this time." he was sure the other would either know right away what he meant or be confused by it right away. He pulled his mask off fully, holding it in his hand and staring without emotion at the other. A heartless killer, thats what Temp was- the perfect Executioner.
"No, I hold my own Spirit- I believe the choice example would be the Warrior of Darkness? Duskmon and Loweemon." he said simply, sighing. "They are the same- yet one of them has been tainted by corruption. That is what I am- the Spirit that was tainted by corruption."
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"Wood not care for Digital World- Wood just follow Fire Ruler and do as she commands. Digital World is not goal of Wood or Executioners. Digital World can be taken by whoever smart enough to get it for all Executioners care."
"Do not care for what evil angel wants for Digital World- Wood does not care for what Dark Spirit or his comrades do either unless they get in Executioners way- then we kill them too."
"Good." Duskmon narrowed his eyes. He understood what they were thinking, since he was just the same. Following orders and doing as he was told for whatever reason Cherubimon told him…
"Then we are in agreement. I won’t bother you - or the other Executioners - as long as you don’t bother me."
"That is just what Wood Executioner said- cannot predict what Fire Ruler will say to Darkness Spirit."
She had a feeling that the black haired Executioner would not like this male though- he was not one of them and she only liked those we were part of their group. Everyone else were insects in the Rulers eye, everyone except her precious Executioners.
Ince did not reply to the others words, instead watching him with a blank gaze. The Executioner did not see the need to reply to the question, instead ignoring it completely.
He looked at the others D-Tector before shoving his own back into the pocket of his dress. “I know the Kimura man does not tell lies.” he knew the other had no been referring to that Warrior of Darkness- but that was not a title Ince saw this man having, nor did he had Ince’s own title as the Corrupted Warrior of Darkness. Not in the childs mind anyways.
When he transformed Ince’s sword materialized from several wisps of shadow. He held the red blade defensively, watching him with a simply frown. He obviously just meant it to show the child his form- but Ince did not take changes.
"Is this supposed to impress me?" it did surprise him- that mean that his was someone identical to him, or at least in form.
Duskmon was, in a way more corrupted now that he had vanquished Cherubimon, and had full control over his presence and Spirit forms. The ultimate Darkness.
Not meaning anything but show for the change, Duskmon slid his own blades from in his maw of the gauntlets he wore, staring the child down.
"Do you mean to challenge me?"
He just watched the other quietly- not sure if he was challenging him or not. He was not planning on it- but if a fight broke out he would for sure put an end to it.
But he still had a feeling that he had meant it to show off- not to harm the Executioner. The blue haired child frowned, shaking his head as he did so.
"I mean it as defense in case a battle broke out."
"Because you cannot be my Spirit- or if you are than I am confused as to how." he frowned, holding out his D-Tector simply. He then scoffed and shook his head. "I am no human- I am an Executioner." he said simply, as if there are a different.
"I announced my name before, and you were skeptical, but said I was familiar…now you bite your tongue and take back what you said?"
Shoving his own hand inside his pocket, he pulled out the worn black and grey D-Tector and held it out to Ince. "The Warrior of Darkness does not tell lies, Executioner." His tone was biting and deep.
"If words cannot sway you, perhaps action is in order?"
He never had to even lift the device as the Darkness washed over him, and a cocoon of data became a shell. Enveloped in it, Duskmon shed his Human facade, and warped into his pure ghastly form.
As the black receded, the form of The Warrior of Darkness stood before Ince,
Ince did not reply to the others words, instead watching him with a blank gaze. The Executioner did not see the need to reply to the question, instead ignoring it completely.
He looked at the others D-Tector before shoving his own back into the pocket of his dress. "I know the Kimura man does not tell lies." he knew the other had no been referring to that Warrior of Darkness- but that was not a title Ince saw this man having, nor did he had Ince's own title as the Corrupted Warrior of Darkness. Not in the childs mind anyways.
When he transformed Ince's sword materialized from several wisps of shadow. He held the red blade defensively, watching him with a simply frown. He obviously just meant it to show the child his form- but Ince did not take changes.
"Is this supposed to impress me?" it did surprise him- that mean that his was someone identical to him, or at least in form.
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"I don’t partake in human activities."
He pulled the mask up, revealing grey, lifeless eyes that seemed to be taking in the others appearance. He seemed to be unimpressed though, but it was hard to tell.
"I am the Executioner of Thunder- I do not have time for such childish things as that."
"Uh, well, that’s too bad. Human stuff, like food, is a lot of fun. Maybe you should try it!"
He blinked and paled a bit to see the other’s ghost-like face. “Uh, so, is that another mask… or?” Junpei gulped, feeling strange.
"Executioner of Thunder… I’ve never heard of that. Izzit from some sort’a comic book? Wait, would that be considered ‘childish’ ? C’mon, ya gotta give me something. Hint?"
"I am a killer- I do not need to worry about that."
"It is the pathetic mask that every human wears." was his simple answer. The other had a strange expression on and it made Temp curious about what he was thinking.
"Let me give you a hint- you are person who had Blitzmon and Bolgmon, the purified Thunder Spirits. I am the person who has the corrupted Thunder Spirits. Give you any hints there or were you really stupid as a child?"
He was looking for his target, eyes scanning the area from behind a mask. He did not notice the male- but he did notice a younger version of him. The Thunder Executioner grinned behind the mask.
"You, what mask do you wear?"
"Eh?" Junpei almost jumped, turning around and tilting his head.
"Uh, what? You’re the one with the mask - oh, hey, are you here for the carnival, then?" The large boy perked up. "I like the mask, I mean. Very, uh, festive!"
"Heh!"
"I don't partake in human activities."
He pulled the mask up, revealing grey, lifeless eyes that seemed to be taking in the others appearance. He seemed to be unimpressed though, but it was hard to tell.
"I am the Executioner of Thunder- I do not have time for such childish things as that."
He was looking for his target, eyes scanning the area from behind a mask. He did not notice the male- but he did notice a younger version of him. The Thunder Executioner grinned behind the mask.
"You, what mask do you wear?"
( shibayama-junpei )
