Scion of the Dragon Blade

Ouryuken. The fabled ultimate weapon of Alphamon. The blade was thought lost when Ouryumon perished, but still it lives on... in the form of a grouchy teenage boy.. He's only 15.

[doruumon]

Oh God I’m so in love with this A friend suggested that I go with a thinner lineart when I do my painting thing, and omg did it turn out wonderful I could just cuddle him for hours aaaa Yeah this is Ryuudamon, aka my favorite Digimon.  Like, It’s a fuzzy little dragon, how is that not the best thing.  NOW IF ONLY I COULD HATCH ONE ON DIGIMON MASTERS MY LIFE WOULD BE COMPLETE, BUT NOOO I HAVE WASTED OVER 6T NOW TRYING TO GET ONE AND NOPE. I think I’ll be doing a thinner lineart from now on, actually. 

[daimon-dai-blog]

Masaru didn’t bother giving into Ginryumon’s provoking words. As much as he wanted to, it wasn’t worth it. The Digimon wouldn’t get it anyway! So why should he waste time with meaningless words, when he had better options? Behind his punches stood a lot more than the urge to show Ginryumon who was better. He also wanted to prove something else, though… he wasn’t even sure what it was. And there wasn’t any time to think about it either.

Not as long as he still had to avoid contact with the blade embedded to Ginryumon’s arm.

“Full talent?” the brunet scoffed, staring at the Digimon in skepticism before he started to laugh dismissively. “You’re so funny, really! Do you really think ya could beat me like that?” Despite the quick step to the left, Masaru cursed when the blade was faster than expected and grazed his side, leaving a thin cut behind. “Dammit…!”

Despite the stinging pain, he wouldn’t let himself rest. Not now. This Digimon needed a beating first! “Shut up, that’s just my natural ability!” he shouted back, before he let himself on his knees and lashed out in a kick, wanting to bring Ginryumon down. “It’s time to end this!”

[kingdragonheir]

He wanted to show this human- show all the humans he detested and despised that he was superior to them. Even having to keep the form of one like Alphamon requested, but he wanted to prove that he wasn’t a child. That he wasn’t someone weak and pathetic. He was strong, strong enough to fight the Demon Lords and take the revenge he knew his parents and grandfather would be proud of him for.

And if it meant reducing this human to ribbons, then he’d do exactly that. All to prove he wasn’t the weak Digimon he was assumed to be.

“I seem to be doing a fairly good job, if I do say so myself,” Ginryumon grinned broadly as he saw the cut he left in Masaru. That was definitely quite worth it, he thought. “I don’t need my full power to defeat a human like  you. That’d just be a waste of time.”

“And what do you think my blade is?!” he shouted, cursing foully as his leg was kicked in. Despite falling to his knees, he still pushed himself forward, animal instinct wanting blood for Masaru’s words. He just wanted to make  the human submit now, submit and admit to his superiority.

That was what Ginryumon wanted.

[re-digitize-blog]

X抗体兄弟(Brother X Antibody) by 銀樹

[devonlex]

Transparent, generic posed Ryuudamon. I didn’t actually expect this to be as polished as it is, so it took way longer than it should have.

[kingdragonheir]

The other "silver general"

[turpium]

Oh but was it to claim that it was real? The Professor’s upcoming death had triggered a spark in the dying man. He had needed a way to keep his data and ideas perserved. This had been his scapegoat, copying his ideas onto a digital plane so that he could survive in any kind of element. Yes it was true that his body perished, becoming the dirt that his mother once claimed that they all were in the end, but his mind— no a copy of his mind lived on and was looking out at this strange shade that had dared to question the fragments. It looked less than amused, and the data with a quirked brow took a step in retreat. Space was simply a key in showing that the professor’s data meant no harm to another AI, if they could even be called that.

What was it doing here? Scanning, looking for the way back to it’s own terminal. It was merely one of dozens of copies on the servers trying to filter it’s way back to it’s origin so it could complete it’s directives of filing and sorting all of the professor’s findings into a digital catalogue. Eventually, it then would take over the lab, running it from inside the mainframe. Not to experiment, no the data didn’t hold the type of drive the Professor held. It was void of all the professor’s emotions and physical ties. The data would simply maintain the lab so it didn’t fall apart or intruders didn’t disturb the final resting place of the mad man. “I’m simply looking for a way back to my terminal. Nothing more, nothing less.” The thing thought it was human, and it laughed. Memories, or data swirling up and creating a laugh for the digital being. 

“It’s rich that you think I’m human. Humans couldn’t travel in the networks that we’ve built. No, only digital copies and those who can neurally project end up on these planes and even those are copies of a physical being. I’m not human, I’m data— ripped from a man’s mind, I’m a small fragment of it, simply trying to get back to where I need to be.”

[kingdragonheir]

And yet now he stood in a world where ideas could become reality if one wished enough. The Digital World was made of ideas, of thoughts and dreams as much as it was made of data. Of course, that was because of the borrowed energy certain Digimon took from their connection to children. Or was it the whimsical power of the ancient DigiGnomes? But whatever the case, the youth, the dragon in human skin, he knew the truth of the dimension they were  standing in. At least, when it came to what was real and what wasn’t. And Ginryumon was very, very real. He wasn’t some executable program, he had intelligent thought, after all!

And, as he noted, it seemed the fragment did too, with how it wanted to avoid confrontation.

Tilting his head at the reaction of the other, he frowned. Why was he laughing? This wasn’t particularly funny, not the way Ginryumon saw it. “Yeah, well, good luck getting back to where you came from,” he snorted sarcastically. “Not too sure you have anything awaiting you except dying. Even if it’s not by me, there’s bound to be others, human.” But was it fortunate that this shadow couldn’t? It didn’t look like anything Ginryumon had ever experienced. The digitized human he knew was far too human, acted too much like a human. He was a human, just not an organic human. Ginryumon wasn’t even sure why this man was trying to dispute the world he was clearly standing in.

“It’s funny that you think you’re actually right,” he sneered back. “And I told you, you’re a human. Human imprint is still the same damn thing as a human being—seeing as how, someone else already did it before you. And a whole lot better, if I do say so myself. He’s in the exact same situation as you- a digital copy of his former body’s brainwaves. Except, you know, he’s actually intelligent.”

[crestofgluttony]

Successor

A pair of screams echoed across the mountain range as two Digimon, male and female dragons, tore across the landscape with a bundle in their possession, trying to outrun the grotesque figure behind them.

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[kingdragonheir]

The X Evolution by ~kiko375

[kingdragonheir]

The other "silver general"

[turpium]

Darkness had overcome him, flooding his senses. It was suffocating, however in time a low hum built up, below his ear. It vibrated, louder and louder as images grew. A world upon a plane settling up around him. Vision flooding back in as data surrounded him. Ah, it was true, he was back within the plane that he had created to keep him alive in a digital sense. If this was all true, than his keeper of his will had been the one to boot up the hidden system, several copies of his data awakening upon their multiplatforms, either to haunt or arise. However, with all of his data he could not place what this part of the network was. So, as a curious soul, he drifted— data starting to crop up around him as he moved within a binary network. It would be considered snooping, however he was a program and this was a directive that he had been programed with— to explore and direct, then to take over what he needed to consume the world in which it was planted. 

It was expected that he would run in with a native, someone else on a digital plane, another program written with another directive, however this one was not a human copy— like the ones that he had uploaded. No this was something completely different. It must have been the local color. Dark eyes falling on pained frays, data swirling around all. It seemed that his arrival must have tipped the thing off, it looking none too pleased to see the digital program, a human program within it’s grounds. However, Hojo would not apologize for his trespasses. Oh no, not even digitally, that would be too uncharacteristic.

“I am not human.” It was a bland statement, the tone of his voice only programmed in to change tone in time of strife, a monotone during most of his speech. “I’m a digital backup program written onto the harddrive of my own personal computer. It was a program only to be activated after my death. Therefore it is safe to assume, that all I am now is a bundle of binary code in a system.”

[kingdragonheir]

But that was because it was real.

Directives and programs meant little, unless one was born special or when the chance for Digivolution came. No, what was written into this space could only be called artificial intelligence, though it had long since gotten to the point where the Digimon were being born naturally, without the aid of human programmers or the occasional V-Pet. Such as this one for example, breathing as easily as if he were alive, twitching with what seemed to be a vast range of anger and irritation. It may have seemed completely programmed, but was it? Not with the way the angry teenager stood, eyes narrowed at the old man as silver clawed fingers cracked and popped when he flexed them.

It was expected that he would run in with a native, someone else on a digital plane, another program written with another directive, however this one was not a human copy— like the ones that he had uploaded. No this was something completely different. It must have been the local color. Dark eyes falling on pained frays, data swirling around all. It seemed that his arrival must have tipped the thing off, it looking none too pleased to see the digital program, a human program within it’s grounds. However, Hojo would not apologize for his trespasses. Oh no, not even digitally, that would be too uncharacteristic.

“Human, digital human, it’s the same fuckin’ difference,” he replied snidely. “Since there’s already someone else in this world who’s done the exact same thing,” he clarified. Only in Ginryumon’s opinion, Noah was pulling it off much better than this weird old man ever could. “Now, who are you and what are you doing in the Digital World?” he demanded, his fifteen years (among other things) boosting his arrogance in this situation. 

[kingdragonheir]

The other "silver general"

The scent he'd caught confused him-- it was human, all too human, but it wasn't organic. His first instinct was the "young" human living in the castle, one he could stand and actually confided a very few things in when he felt he couldn't talk to Alphamon. 

But this, of course, wasn't Noah. No, he'd seen the assistant working when he'd gone outside for a walk, so if that was the case... Plus, he would have caught Labramon's scent if it had been Noah. But again, that wasn't the case- none of it was. And it was exactly why he'd ventured further away from his home, in the attempt of hunting whomever  it was out of hiding. No one, especially not a human, should receive the good fortune of finding Lady Ophanimon's castle, after all. That was just a truth Ginryumon believed in. Even if he did take his "human" disguise more often than not, but even then, that wasn't by his choice. He was doing it for Alphamon's sake.

Breaking into a run, he began following the strange scent, grinning as he was able to start pinpointing it. Oh, he was going to have fun teaching this "digital human" why his kind weren't welcome in this world. He needed a good fight, too, after all the bullshit he'd experienced with Lord Gallantmon's capture on his behalf- no, that still hurt too much to think about. He didn't want to think about that. 

It didn't take long to find him, and Ginryumon was definitely surprised at the result. How did a human this... old make it into the Digital World? Did it have something to do with that coat, that looked just like one he'd seen Lady Magnadramon wearing all the time? Was it luck?

He naturally didn't like it regardless.

Snarling just loud enough to be heard by even a human, he stalked forward, a huff of breath shoving one of his trademark silver bangs back against the the rest of his black hair. 

"Humans like you shouldn't be in this world. What are you doing here?" he demanded immediately. While he did have respect for his elders, he just had no respect for humans.

Obviously.

[daimon-dai-blog]

He really couldn’t believe Ginryumon. If he wasn’t scared, then why was he so insistent on taking him down? On ripping him apart? This wasn’t a fight for fun; and it honestly pissed Masaru off even more.

Sword? What was Ginryumon talking about? He was a Digimon, not some kind of weapon! Though… it briefly reminded him of something Kuzuhamon had told him. But this couldn’t be the Digimon she was talking about, right? That would be too much of a coincidence, after all. “And? I never met that so-called leader, so why should I care if you’re some sword!” Masaru shot back, dodging slash after slash, attack after attack. “I’ll beat you up and that’s it!”

Sick of being in the defense, the brunet backed away one last time before he grabbed the teen’s arm, swiftly tossing him over his shoulder. But he didn’t give Ginryumon any time to recover. “That’s enough!” Quickly dashing towards the Digimon, he threw punch after punch, powering them up with the help of his DigiSoul.

“Slashing around with that damn blade, is that all you can?” Masaru scoffed condescendingly, all the while keeping his attacks up. “Tch, how disappointing. You take the fun out of fighting!”

[kingdragonheir]

Fighting wasn't fun for the Champion level. It was more of a means of survival, fighting as hard as he could without surrender or compromise. He still hadn't learned the important lesson, he was still caught up in his goal for revenge.

And yet he was that selfsame Digimon mentioned by Kuzuhamon. He looked young, acted younger, and was almost berserk as it was. Coincidence as it was, it still was true. Unfortunately, as some might put it, given his behavior. "That's because Lord Alphamon doesn't have time to deal with humans like you!" Ginryumon sneered disdainfully, teeth bared towards that pesky human even as he continued his assault. "You wish!"

Taking the brunt of the first few attacks, he soon found himself on the defense, though he kept angling his blade... maybe, just maybe if he were lucky... then he'd make sure Masaru lost the use of a limb altogether and wasn't just hindered by the bite to his shoulder.

"Like I'd waste my full talent on someone who isn't even worth it!" he shouted, parrying the blows he could with the blade in his arm before shoving the weapon forward in a stab. "Why not? It's my natural ability- and it's not like you're "playing fair" with your augmented fists! Real fights aren't fun!"

[gifshows-blog]

[crestofgluttony]

Out of the frying pan...

…and into the fire. 

He’d just ‘washed ashore’, to put it one way, maneuvering himself out of the Digital Field that had formed upon his arrival.

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[daimon-dai-blog]

At least he could finally get up, despite the stinging pain reminding him of his shoulder every time he tentatively moved the arm.

Masaru didn’t want to admit it, but the damage done to his shoulder would surely handicap him in this fight. The muscles protested as he heaved the arm, yet he pushed the pain into a distant corner of his mind. The wound could have been worse, he decided.

“C’mon, don’t twist my words,” the street fighter snorted visibly amused and flexed his wrists, finally clenching his hands into tight fists. “I only said that you’re holding yourself back despite what ya say ‘cuz you’re scared of me, dumbass.” It usually wasn’t his thing to make fun of his opponent, but he couldn’t help himself this time. Ginryumon rubbed him in all the wrong ways.

He honestly hadn’t been this pissed off in a long while.

Watching the blade reappear, Masaru opted for a surprisingly defensive stance for now. As much as he wanted to charge in as well, his shoulder hurt for god’s sake — and he couldn’t risk losing. Not now. Not with Ginryumon’s seemingly murderous intent. “I already told ya, you can’t win against this human! I fought Royal Knights before, you’re just a warm-up to me!” Masaru bragged recklessly, before he smirked. “Try to rip me apart, but ya won’t succeed!”

[kingdragonheir]

It was Ginryumon’s payback, for all that Masaru had said to him. He still could look at that and prove he wasn’t a weakling. It made him proud, knowing he’d weakened that arrogant human male before him. Maybe now he’d learn to take Digimon a bit more seriously.

“You’ll regret saying that,” he snorted as he began his assaults, lashing out at Masaru with the gleaming, katana-esque weapon. “I am not scared of anyone!” he roared. Which, of course was a lie. But then, animals who were abused were often violent towards humans afterwards. Ginryumon was no different in that sense. No matter how much more intelligent he was compared to an animal in the human world, the rules still applied.

“Yeah, you beat the others. So what!” he shouted, slashing at his opponent. “But I am not like them. I am the sword of their leader!” he announced, snarling as he continued to fight the irritating human before him. This was a matter of pride, as it was about making him hurt and pay for what he was trying to accuse the misguided teenager of. He wouldn’t lose, not to this human. He’d never let himself lose to someone he found this pathetic.

He was Alphamon’s sword; he had a title to live up to. To prove himself worthy of! A fact that had already been stated to Masaru once before, from a certain fox priestess. 

[daimon-dai-blog]

The stronger grip on his shoulder was painless, to say the least. Masaru was sure that he was bleeding; could actually feel some of the red liquid wetten the material of his vest. But if that Digimon seriously that he could be taken out that easily, he was wrong! He wouldn’t lose this fight!

“Tch…” Hissing lowly in the back of his throat, the brunet tried to shove Ginryumon away with all the strength he could possibly muster up. “What kinda… coward are you?! Fighting like that!” he growled darkly, glaring straight at the boy.

Even if it didn’t look good for him right now, this wasn’t the end yet.

“Afraid of losing against a human, ha?” Masaru scowled, taking a deep breath whilst the DigiSoul around his hand flared up. “If ya think you’re so strong, then show it! So far I’ve only seen a cowardly dragon, afraid to take this Masaru-sama in a real fight!”

Without a second thought, he stared right at Ginryumon with an inhumanly amount of confidence as he swung his free arm around, ready for a punch even now.

He would force Ginryumon to back away. No matter what.

[kingdragonheir]

Taking Masaru out with this tactic wasn’t Ginryumon’s goal. It was to weaken him- take out one of his means of attacking, even if only a bit. Ginryumon felt confident that he’d be able to at least disable one arm for the fight. He hated to admit it, but the human was tough.

Oh, how he wanted to respond- he wasn’t a coward! He’d fought for so long, he was doing the best he could with his strength—

He wasn’t a coward!

Caught off-guard by the punch, he was torn free and skid to a halt a couple feet away, scoffing as he glared at the human. Wiping a bit of blood from the side of his mouth, he stood, sneering. “So what, just because I used my natural advantages over you to give me an edge, I’m being a “coward”? You think it’s not “fair”? There are no rules to this sort of thing, you know. Which one of us is the coward- the one fighting with everything he has in his capability, or the one whining about how it’s not fair because all he has is a pair of fists,” Ginryumon chuckled, the blade extending from his wrist once again.

“Why don’t you prove how great a human you claim to be and beat me in spite of the shoulder I just ripped up,” he laughed, charging at the brunet. Ginryumon was a quick one, the X-Antibody naturally making him stronger than an average Champion.

Of course, he saw no need to fill Masaru in on this.

“Before I do the same to you!”

[thescratchd0ctor]

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Song: MeGaLoVania

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Album: Homestuck Vol.6: Heir Transparent

Fun fact: This song was originally from a romhack of Earthbound known as “Earthbound Halloween Hack”. It really is fun, you should try it out ^^ Did I mention Toby “Radiation” Fox himself made the romhack?

[kingdragonheir]

The antagonistic persona is a great deal an act.

While Ginryumon does detest humans and despise them for the trials he'd endured while in the city he was stranded in for those few years, much of why he's so violent and hateful towards them is to mask what he really thinks.

He's afraid. 

[daimon-dai-blog]

Masaru wanted nothing more than to return that snappy remark back to the Digimon. He would bet that Ginryumon knew nothing about humans — not all humans were good, but neither were all bad! And he’d prove to him that it was wrong to underestimate him in such a way.

“Tch, finally in the mood to fight like a man?” Masaru couldn’t help but taunt the Digimon. He wanted to provoke him, whatever the consequences. “About time, heh. I thought you were gonna hide behind that blade forever!”

His lips curled into a satisfied smirk when the punch connected successfully; the street fighter was optimistic that he would win this fight — and surely, he regretted his lack of defense when sharp teeth sunk into his shoulder, but he suppressed any sound that wanted to escape. There was no way that he would give Ginryumon the satisfaction of hearing him scream. However, he still flinched and cursed quietly as he felt himself losing his balance.

This was bad.

“You little… piece of shit!” And before he lost his balance, Masaru roughly jerked his knee up, intending to bring Ginryumon to let go off him.

[kingdragonheir]

Ginryumon was increasingly livid—how would a human understand what sort of trials the dragon had gone through? How would anyone, really? They didn’t know what it was that had happened. Whether it was the trauma in the Digital or human worlds… none of them seemed to get it.

Though Ginryumon detested being told he was ‘hiding’ behind a physical part of his body and not simply some grafted weapon. But once again he attributed it to human ignorance on just about everything.

It made him feel smug, especially after he felt his teeth successfully sink into Masaru’s shoulder—that would show the human, and it would give him one less means of fighting if he successfully mangled the shoulder enough. Take out the means to protect himself and he’d be an easier target- that was something he wasn’t quite sure if it was instinct or some old, forgotten lesson. But he was gonna try.

Like several other kinds of predators, at the threat of losing their prey to anything, Ginryumon’s jaw locked down even more even as he winced from the  knee to his stomach, rather than let go.

He wouldn’t lose.

He wouldn’t--