4698/Storytellers

Storytellers
Date of Scene:	19 October 2016
Location:	Digital Ruins
Synopsis:	A brief discussion of what Golden's next move is.
Cast of Characters:	782, 930

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Golden (782) has posed:
    Golden grumps as a glitch hits him, causing a hissing static pop in his battered old radio by the campfire. "It's been awhile since I was back here. Seeing your digital world reminded me of my own, Alden." He cleans up some of the mess that the local critters have caused since he was here last. "Different but so similar."

Alden (930) has posed:
Alden looks different from the last time Golden saw him, certainly enough to be noticeable, even in hsi base state!. "Thanks for inviting me over by the way." he says, inching a bit closer and smiling, "You are always welcome to visit and stay there, I don't think anyone might mind, perhaps we can figure a way to help you out." he says.

Golden (782) has posed:
    Golden peers at Alden. "How's it feel to be an X Digimon? I didn't need the X-Antibody survive though... I wish I had acquired it." Maybe then he wouldn't be so crippled. Golden sets about to start a fire to keep the damp and chill of the ruins off. "Maybe. I'd probably need to earn my crest again for anyone to help me..." The fire is being stoked carefully. "Help yourself to the meat plants. I have to replant them and trim them."

Alden (930) has posed:
The gabumon rubs his chin, "It feels... well, hard to explain, since I got attacked and almost deleted back then, always felt off... weird... not I feel like.. this is... right? it feels good." he mumbles, trying to explain, rubbing his chin, "Like I should have been like this for a while now.". He looks around for a bit of firewood and perks one ear, "Crest?, what's that?, how can I help you get it?".

Golden (782) has posed:
    Golden hehs. "This isn't what I should be. My digicore was corrupted by all the damage that Program X and the DEX 'mon hordes did. What I /should/ be right now is an AeroVeeDramon, but instead I'm... this."
    The MetalMamemon points to a WarGreymon on the wall of the ruined sky temple, with the Crest of Courage painted in faded orange over its head. It's the same symbol that was until some months ago was engraved on Golden. The sunburst glyph. "That's one of the nine Crests of Virtue of my world. That one is Courage." And in turn he points to the crests on the mural and the associated digimon.
    "Friendship..." A MetalGarurumon with a stylized grasping of hands.
    "Love.." A Garudamon with a glyph shaped like a heart.
    "Knowledge..." A HeraclesKabuterimon with a stylized pair of glasses or eyes.
    "Purity." The symbol here is a teardrop over a Lilymon.
    "Sincerity." A cross-burst with a Zudomon.
    "Hope." A sun shining down on a HolyAngemon.
    "Light." A starburst with an Angewomon.
    And he gets to the final one. "... and Kindness." A flower-like symbol. The digimon here has been erased by time and violence, however.

Alden (930) has posed:
The small digimon gets up and approaches the wall, looking at the pictures, "Wargreymon... I have a card of that, even summoned the shield twice.". He looks at the digimon, and blinks as he sees a MetalGarurumon, "Huh, so he was important in the lore of this world, neat." he says quietly, before turning back to his friend. "Wish I would help you with your... corruption, the most I can do is try to duplicate a healing attack, but I don't think that will be of much help." he says softly.
     "So you need the crest to be complete, to help you recover from the damage?, do you know where it might be?" the gabumon asks. "Oh, also... I did not tell the others yet, I am a bit... corrupted, it's passing as my kind of forced evolution settles..."

Golden (782) has posed:
    "Yeah, I can imagine." Golden says. "That kind of sudden change isn't normal, so... yeah, you're gonna adjust to it."
    "I don't know. I was in some kind of weird place that was afraid of grimms when I lost it. It's kind of a blur since that's where Ophelia 'drowned' me. We could look for it there."

Alden (930) has posed:
The gabumon blinks, "Grims?... that reminds me of the Beacon academy, there is a forest nearby where you fight things called Grimms." he says softly, reaching to pat his friend on the shoulder, "Perhaps it's that world?"

Golden (782) has posed:
    "Yeah, probably! Ophelia summoned one of those grimms from outside the city. We'll have to check it out. But first..."
    Golden yanks a bone-in steak hunk out of a plant and puts it over the fire. "FOOD."

Alden (930) has posed:
Alden nods and smiles, reaching around for some meat as well, "Food sounds good." he says softly, smiling and reaching to cook it, "I still need to get used to my new mega form, to control the computer stuff, sometimes it does not lock on teh stuff I want it to."