Difference between revisions of "4691/No One by My Side"

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Drowned Ophelia (975) has posed:
The pathway to the Digital world was strewn with the reminders of the D-Reapers affects; Dust drawn from a virtual wind, sending faint brown streams across this place. And yet, as hope creeps back when the fear and horror are gone, small blades of grass were once more finding their way back to this place.
We say were. For something else finds its way here - a figure. Her pale blue skin covered by the strands of the Black Tears, the faint shift of a tendriled collar about her neck. The soft patter of ichor upon the ground as it falls from her chin, staining and withering the grass it touches. Drowned Ophelia - but no entourage, this time. Eyes half lidded as she glides slowly, no breath passing her black lips. Almost as if caught in some faint trance - or a predator catching the faint wiff of blood and injury. Who knows what drives the Queen of Tears? For sorrow comes in so many different forms, and as always there is the faint shiver of DEATH METAL in the air about her.

THEMESONG: MirrorThrone - 'No One By My Side'
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gr0icgH_c9E

Alden (930) has posed:
While no one activelly opposed the roaming humanoid, some digimon actually noticed her!. A message was sent to Alden, and while he made his way there, another digimon decided to approach the visitor. A large lion man, wearing what seems to be the typical coat and hat associated with japanese teen delinquents at schools, (and a short blade on his belt, but that item is forgotten) approaches the stranger, "Hello." rumbles the tall creature. The voice sounds... a bit odd, like two people speaking simultaneously. "Are you lost?"

Drowned Ophelia (975) has posed:
The swaying creature paused as the digital lion man approaches, the half lidded gaze remaining locked somewhere on the horizon. Ophelia then tilts her head back, looking up towards the man's face, past the X-shaped scar on his chest. Claws twitch, the miasma of the Black Tears rising like black smoke.
Lips split in two. White teeth, sharp and clean as a scalpel. "Everything's lost." She begins, placing the palm of her hand over her own face. Claws curling - a few lines of ichor drawn from self inflicted wounds. The patter of ebon tears sliding faster. "Everything is wrong."

Alden (930) has posed:
The lion looks at the... humanoid? curiously, keeping a bit of distance as he sees the flexing claws, returning the gaze firmly. "Wrong? what do you mean?" he asks softly, tail sweeping behind nervously, something about this person is putting him nervous!

Drowned Ophelia (975) has posed:
Claws draw downwards, leaving four faint lines on Ophelia's face; Her own black blood leaking from them as she stares at the Leomon, black lips split into a wide smile. The soft, broken giggling of the mad creature.
"Why, you're still alive." She answers in singsong, before the smile fades away. Chin rising, palm open as she curls claws inwards - as if inviting.
"Where is your master, monster? Where is your home and heart?" If she's aware of Alden coming - if she's aware just how much people have come to loathe her 'little visits' - no doubt she'd be pleased as punch!

Alden (930) has posed:
The lion digimon tilts his head, eyes narrowed... is this thing related to the D-reaper?... "Are you related to... that monster?" he mumbles softly, ears twitching at the broken giggles. "I don't have a master, except lord Zhuqiaomon and the other sovereigns." he says, standing up straight, "And my home is this world, my heart as well." he says softly.
     Meanwhile, a half awake Alden mumbles as he rushes ahead, after hearing rumours of a person with rock music following it!. At the moment, the form is quadruped, wolflike, but... not exactly like the one he used to wear. He is still making his way, but if Ophelia bothered to look, she might spot something trotting in their direction.

Drowned Ophelia (975) has posed:
"Monster..?"
Begins Drowned Ophelia, and one can almost hear the voice drop to a purr. "What monster is this?" The tears that slide down her cheeks slow - they never stop, even now - but something else has caught her attention besides her own misery. That is, the potential misery of everyone else. One arm goes across her chest, the other used to cup and prop up her chin as she tilts her to the side. The sickened claws quietly flexing still - eager.
"Aww. How adorable. You still think loyalty and fielty are worth a shit." Another broken giggle, before her voice lowers - softens. "So what you're telling me is - if I break this world, if I break your lord and sovereigns - I'll break the heart of everyone around them as well?"
And then there's someone on the horizon! Eyes, so bright against the backdrop of the deep mascara and pale blue skin, turn slightly. Black lips split a bit wider, and chin rises.
"At fucking last." She murmurs. "I thought I was going to have to murder someone." A pause. ".. I still might."

Alden (930) has posed:
The Leomon might not realize what he is doing as he nods, "Yes, the D-reaper..." the lion says, intrigued about Ophelia, blinking a bit and snarling at those words, "You will have to go through me and a lot of digimon to even get to a Sovereign, and I am sure it would destroy you...". There is a flash of recognition when at last, one of the ocmponents of the lion recognizes Ophelia!, "You are that person... that kept saying bad things, trying to make everyone upset..." he mumbles.
     And the hero is here!, the wolf digimon panting as he skids to a halt, growling loudly, "What are you doing here."

Drowned Ophelia (975) has posed:
"Promise?"
Stage whispers Ophelia, as the Leoman snarls about going through a lot of digimon. Her claws drop away from her face, and lift. Like a distant scream of an E-string, a mournful wail of some distant crying guitar, comes the Six Stringed Sorrow. Her chin tucked in, peering at the larger creature from the tresses of her black hair. That cold smile twisting into a cruel, wicked smirk. "Oh no. Not make people upset; I just tell the truth." Her chin lifts, and head tilts.
"So here's the good news; You're going to die. Probably not today? But you will. Or you'll kill your fellow 'mon to grow stronger."
And heeeere's ALDEN! The Queen of Tears switching her attention aside, completing her sentence.
".. Because you're all a bunch of fucking cannibals." And then she lifts a claw from the Six Stringed Sorrow, wiggling digits it in the air. "Hello there~ You're not the broken heart I'm hunting. But you know what? I don't even fucking care anymore.."
"What's a .. D-Reaper?" Tongue licks lips at the word, and another broken giggle.

Alden (930) has posed:
The lion snarls at the appearance of the guitar, taking a proper fighting stance, one hadn on the hilt of his blade, eyes focused on the 'monster'. "I think I heard about you... someone has to stop you...". Still, the digimon seems unsure, nervous even.
     Alden moves to stand by his friend, nudging him to relax, even as his fangs are bared, "Looking for someone?" he ask softly. He knows there must be quite a few digimon that might share the idea of 'everything is wrong' but does hope she does not meet any. "It's... a monster, something that decided that everything has to be destroyed, the only purpose it has is to destroy... everything."

Drowned Ophelia (975) has posed:
As opposed to appearing tense and ready for a fight - Ophelia seems relaxed. Pleased. Almost inviting the first hit, inviting the pain and hurt that comes with a battle. White teeth bared in a smile that has nothing to do with joy, before Alden nudges his friend to calm. At this? The broken creature almost appears disappointed, pulling her black lips into moue. Clawed fingers pluck a few strings on the Six Stringed Sorrow, which practically hums with pent-up power. The strings glowing at her black clawed touch - but no atmospheric effects yet.

"Mm hm~ Looking for Death Metalmon. Oh.. I guess you knew him as Golden?" A mockery of a sweet smile. "The tides are rising once more~" And then she listens. The mockery, the smile fading into a faint frown. Before she finally snarls.
"That's -my- fucking schtick." She begins, with a vicious hiss. "Where is it?"

Alden (930) has posed:
Alden snarls when Ophelia names his friend, flames coming from his mouth, almost blasting at her just for naming him!, "He is somewhere safe, far away from you... he suffered enough, and I won't let you trick him into becoming you rpuppet again." he mumbles loudly. He almost welcomes the change of subject, the wolf sitting up and pointing to the horizon with a paw, the hints of bright orange light there, "It's on the next level of the digital world, sealed away by the Sovereign's fire wall." he says softly, eyes narrowed. The Lion seems to be a bit more nervous, "Are you sure we should let her walk around?"

Drowned Ophelia (975) has posed:
"Puppet? I set that motherfucker free from -your- cycle."
A cold and brittle smile once more, practically purring again. "You should have seen him. What strength he had. Stolen not from you fucking pissants, but poured out of his own breaking heart. You're all a sick fucking bunch - you don't need food or water, do you? You could be perfectly content settling around in your teeny tiny little forms. But fuck that, you're gonna murder each other to get stronger. No point, no purpose, just swallow the digi-soul, evolve and fuck the rest. Families and friends gone down the gullet because the alternative - is to be weak." A flash of white teeth. "I approve."
And then she turns her head towards the firewall, smirking softly. Before her eyes slide back towards the Lion Man, black lips pursing.
"Why? Are you going to give me a ride?" Another broken giggle.

Alden (930) has posed:
Alden splays his ears and takes a step closer, "Oh please, you were using him as a puppet, a pawn, forcing him to help while corrupting him!, I fought him, I know how strong he was, I won. Or at least helped him regain his senses." he says softly, "Not going to bother explaining how things work, except one thing, we don't eat souls, just the data of the body, and only if it can't be helped." he says softly.
     The mention of a ride seems to get a smile from the wolf, "In a sense, I know others think you can be helped, and I don't want to destroy you..." not that he will admit doubting he can do such a thing, "But, I can't let you roam around here either, certainly not when I fear you might be trying to corrupt my home, or my friends.".

Drowned Ophelia (975) has posed:
"Your friends are all fucking stupid."
States Ophelia bluntly, turning her attention back to Alden. A flash of white teeth. "And of course I'm trying to hurt your home. Throw the gas. Light the match. Let it burn. Pluck another star from the sky, and let the Dead Gods of Metal scream; Shatter this place like motherfucking Ormogodden's death all over again, leave nothing behind but the weeping echoes. The end of hope~" She pauses, and tilts her head. Eyes half-lidding again. "Mm hm. Keep on whispering that to the dark; 'It's not -really- murder, it's just eating their body!'. I'm sure someday even you'll believe that's the same as innocence. So tell me something; When you finish 'absorbing the data of the body' - do they come back? 'Whew, that was close! I had my data eaten! But it's okay, I just need a few days to heal up!"

She then spits upon the ground; The black ichor bubbling, turning the very grass it lands upon grey and brittle. "Fucking pathetic. At least when I murder you, I'll be honest about what I'm doing. 'Oh, it's not my fault, I'm just built this way'. Fuck that noise."
And the Six Stringed Sorrow melts out of existance, like dark mist fading in the rising sun. She claps her claws together in front of her lips, smirking. "Oh, I -know-. Isn't it hillarious? ****'s sake, how many times do I have to gut them? .. No matter. The more they try, the more they'll fail. Just like everything fails in the end. Friendship, happiness, love - those things will hurt you a whole fucking lot more than I ever would."

Alden (930) has posed:
Alden growls loudly, "Go away." the digimon mumbles, clearly annoyed, angry perhaps, "You have no bussiness here, and I won't tell where Golden is either." he says, "Are you going to leave quietly, or you want to fight?" he asks softly. He... is not the best at intimidation. The Lion digimon just staring at the stranger at all that, looking back at Alden and moving to one side, as if to flank the stranger.

Drowned Ophelia (975) has posed:
"I want the fight."
Whispers Ophelia, all mad smiles disappearing from her face. Black lips a thin line, gaze steady and curiously intense. Her voice a low husk, the tears flowing from her eyes to patter upon the ground - faster, now.
"I want it. I want to hurt you, and I want you to hurt me, little monster; I want to hurt everything you love, everything you know just like I hurt. I want you to weep for its loss like I weep.; I want your heart to break like mine broke. And then? I want to free you from this life, and sink you into my dark waters.."
There is a dangerous, vicious pause. Before she giggles. "But I'm patient. I'll just come when you're expecting it. When you're at your absolute fucking strongest. And then I'll drown you and everything you know, and you'll finally feel my sorrow." Claw wiggles again, even as the broken creature is making her way out. "Later~"

Alden (930) has posed:
Alden growls, narrowing his gaze as Ophelia basically taunts him, but decides to leave. "I might have a surprise or two." he says softly, tail giving a few flicks as he lets the dangerous creture move away. He mumbles something to the Lion, about 'telling the others, and alarms' but otherwise, neither do something to stop her.