12-10-2006, 11:19 AM
"Is it possible that if our digimon partners are gone, but left something behind, that you can actually digivolve to a digimon ourselves?" he asked Clockmon.
"That's not really my specialty as every chosen gains and develops their power in different ways. So with that in mind, I would say that anything is possible." Clockmon said. "If there's a piece left, it's probably there for a reason."
Marco sighed to himself. Great... I bet this lot are going to treat me like filth as well... just like at home... "Dammit..." He breathed quietly, tilting his head towards the floor. He blinked and looked at Ezekiel "Did you say you're from a time past mine? I... Do you know if my family still exists then...? Uhm... the Bereks?"
"After 39,624 years, I seriously doubt it." Ezekiel said flatly.
OOC: Grim PokePimp, for Ezekiel, history only goes back 15,000 some-odd years and even then there are huge holes and contradictions. So there is tons of room to be as creative as you wish. If you have any ideas, if any of you have ideas or concerns, I'd like nothing more than to hear them via PMs or emails or through AIM.
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IC: In a part of the Digital World, some distance from where our protagonists are, in what appears to be some sort of ramshackle ghetto. The mystery man, brought here by the power of chaos, having now found some clothes , stands amongst a gathering of digimon who believe him to be a chosen to save them from thier oppressor, Myotismon. Lifting a large, half-finished handwritten tome with an eight-pointed star on the cover, he speaks to the crowd.
"The words of the true gods come to me still and I write them into this holy tome. From here, I read them to you so that you may find strength in one, or all of the gods of Chaos. All those who oppose us believers, will either convert or be destroyed. Embrace the black testament, for there is nothing else to help you."
Muttering and assorted murmuring rise from the crowd in response to the speech.
"I know that you are uncertain, this will pass once you have seen the power and majesty of Chaos. I will show this to you all, and destroy that which oppresses you, but first I need your support, give yourselves to me, to Chaos and you will see you troubles destroyed!"
"That's not really my specialty as every chosen gains and develops their power in different ways. So with that in mind, I would say that anything is possible." Clockmon said. "If there's a piece left, it's probably there for a reason."
Marco sighed to himself. Great... I bet this lot are going to treat me like filth as well... just like at home... "Dammit..." He breathed quietly, tilting his head towards the floor. He blinked and looked at Ezekiel "Did you say you're from a time past mine? I... Do you know if my family still exists then...? Uhm... the Bereks?"
"After 39,624 years, I seriously doubt it." Ezekiel said flatly.
OOC: Grim PokePimp, for Ezekiel, history only goes back 15,000 some-odd years and even then there are huge holes and contradictions. So there is tons of room to be as creative as you wish. If you have any ideas, if any of you have ideas or concerns, I'd like nothing more than to hear them via PMs or emails or through AIM.
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IC: In a part of the Digital World, some distance from where our protagonists are, in what appears to be some sort of ramshackle ghetto. The mystery man, brought here by the power of chaos, having now found some clothes , stands amongst a gathering of digimon who believe him to be a chosen to save them from thier oppressor, Myotismon. Lifting a large, half-finished handwritten tome with an eight-pointed star on the cover, he speaks to the crowd.
"The words of the true gods come to me still and I write them into this holy tome. From here, I read them to you so that you may find strength in one, or all of the gods of Chaos. All those who oppose us believers, will either convert or be destroyed. Embrace the black testament, for there is nothing else to help you."
Muttering and assorted murmuring rise from the crowd in response to the speech.
"I know that you are uncertain, this will pass once you have seen the power and majesty of Chaos. I will show this to you all, and destroy that which oppresses you, but first I need your support, give yourselves to me, to Chaos and you will see you troubles destroyed!"