1840/Doran and Beelzebumon

Doran and Beelzebumon
Date of Scene:	20 March 2015
Location:	Cyberspace Perimeter
Synopsis:	Beelzebumon meets Doran, and has a bit of a misunderstanding...
Cast of Characters:	132, 695

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Beelzebumon (132) has posed:
     The Cyberspace Perimeter, a place where the 'real' world and the Digital one becomes blurred almost to the point of being indistinguishable.

     So very much like Beelzebumon's world, now just a faded memory.

     For all his talk about having left all that in the past, the Demon Lord still occasionally finds himself pining for the days before the Multiverse, back when the world was a much smaller place. When he gets into those rare moods, this is where he goes, wandering perhaps in the hopes of finding remanents of the world that Yggdrasil wiped clean. He never finds anything, but sometimes it's the search that matters more than the discovery itself, and it gives Beelz plenty of time to think.

     With a loud rumble, the Demon Lord and his hellish ride comes to a stop beside a digital stream, where the 'water' breaks up into fragments of 1s and 0s as it crackes against the rocks, instead of foamy rapids. There he dismounts and leans down to scoop up a rock, before hurling it towards the water.

     "Well, this was a waste of time. Like always. Don't know why I even bother anymore."

Doran (695) has posed:
Beelzebumon is not the only one in a contemplative mood. Ever since Doran heard of an area where a digital zone and 'real' world mesh into an indistinguishable blur, he had always meant to visit. Perhaps there are other Exiles here... or any sign of 'home' at all. With Duke in Alexis' care for the moment, he's now freed up to do more than simply hunt and survive.

Doran has chosen to explore the area from the sky in his Perfect form of DoruGreymon, a large red dragon with four black wings. Faster speed, more endurance, and few really want to mess with something of his relative size... and he feels relatively safe using it. He takes a lazy flight-path that is quite clearly taking in the scenery and its marvels. He takes a turn to follow a stream as if to see where it originates...

...Only to quickly see Beelzemon on the riverbank, throwing a stone into the rushing waters. "Oh bits." Welp. If there was any doubt whether or not the Demon Lord came from /his/ Digital World...

Beelzebumon (132) has posed:
     With a grumble, Beelzebumon leans down to scoop up another rock, seeking to vent some frustration as he tosses it idly in his hand, before chucking it down the stream, "God damn Yggdrasil, had to have a hissy fit and burn everything to the ground just cause he was losing..." He snorts... only to hear Behemoth rumble angrily behind him, "Huh? What are you going on about--"

     That's when he turns, and sees something that looks extremely similar to those weird Digimon that obliterated his world just... flying in the sky. Of course, it's been years since he last seen one, so the differences between DoruGreymon and the Dex-line are lost on him, "The /hell/?!"

     With an angry snarl of his own, he pulls out one of his shotguns and quickly mounts up on Behemoth, spinning around to give pursuit, "I see it! Little plague-bearing eldritch horror isn't gonna get away from /me/!"

Doran (695) has posed:
That's about the reaction Doran expected, which means this unintentional meeting just got extremely dangerous -- for himself.

The DoruGreymon immediately banks AWAY from the angry Demon Lord and picks up the pace, trying to put some semblance of distance between himself and Beelzebumon. No trail of destruction follows in his wake, nor does he attack whatever moves -- and, interestingly enough, is completely silent. No ear-piercing shrieking, no lolling of the head with mouth open and tongue hanging out.

He does make a beeline towards a rocky outcropping some distance away, likely the outward shell of some mine or another. With Behemoth involved, however, he has strong doubts he'll even make it that far. But he can still try.

Beelzebumon (132) has posed:
     Poor Doran. He just happened to make an appearance right at the absolute worst time, and now Beelzebumon is in hot pursuit, tearing across the half digital, half material landscape upon his hellbike.

     About the only thing going for Doran is that the terrain is very rocky along the path he chosen, so Beelzebumon is jossling nearly constantly as he tries to line up his shot, "G-God damnit! C-couldn't you h-have picked a better p-path?!"

     Behemoth just snarls at him. Seems the bike is also in a foul mood. Like rider, like ride I suppose.

     "W-Whatever, just g-give me two seconds of smo-o-oth road so I can sh-hoot!!"

     And Behemoth fulfills this request by angling sharply towards a natural forming ramp and launching into the air, giving Beelzebumon just enough time to snap up his gun while he isn't rattling like a die inside of a cup and take a snapshot at the distance Digimon.

Doran (695) has posed:
The shot is well-placed, compounded by Doran not looking back to gauge distance or action. He doesn't hear the shot being fired until the round has already pierced a hole clean through both of his left wings. He roars in pain as he corkscrews, wings flailing wildly in an unsuccessful attempt to regain aerial control, and gravity takes hold. He clips a rocky outcropping before slamming into a solid stone slab with a thunderous crack of shattering rock.

Pulverized dust obscures the impact for a few moments, during which time the stunned Doran evaluates his options while lying on the ground. Staying in this form is suicide, that much is perfectly obvious. Though he himself never saw a DexDorugremon Digivolve, and is fairly certain they never did, that is risky in and of itself. Beelzebumon could find him an even bigger threat, or at least solidify the assumption going on right now.

So he takes the only option he has left. His body is fully obscured by a faintly-golden light before data is purged, dissipating alongside the dust. This leaves behind Doran in his Child-level Dorumon form, crumpled beneath the impact point of his prior form.

Beelzebumon (132) has posed:
     And not a moment too soon as Behemoth comes surging around the corner a moment later as Beelzebumon launches out of the seat and rolls, coming up with both shotguns raised... only the giant beast isn't there, "The hell?" He slowly gets up and looks around as he walks forward... and almost ends up tripping over Doran, catching himself at the last second, "What the..."

     He kneels down, jabbing Doran in the side with the barrel of his gun, "Hey runt, you dead?" He's not even sure that furry purple lump is a Digimon or some some animal that got landed on. It's always so hard to tell which side of the proverbial fence the creatures in this part of the Multiverse belong to, and Beelzebumon has never seen a Dorumon before.

Doran (695) has posed:
Doran's tail and one of his ears twitches when he's poked. "Ouch." He opens one eye, staring balefully up at Beelzebumon. "That hurt." Technically, /everything/ hurts, but being prodded with a gun is not helping.

He snorts a cloud of dust out of his muzzle and carefully -- and obviously painfully -- rolls onto his stomach. He flutters his wings experimentally, his left clearly drooping compared to the right. "At least Duke's not here..." He could already almost hear the Guilmon X's laughter even now.

Beelzebumon (132) has posed:
     Beelzebumon stands up and looks around cautiosly, still brandishing his gun, "Don't suppose you've see a gigantic, mindless murderbeast around here anywhere? Red fur, four wings, looks like a giant furry brontosaurus with blades sticking out everywhere. Could have swore that bloody thing crashed somewhere near here..."

Doran (695) has posed:
Doran tilts his head to the side slightly. "I think it did." He points up to the immense cracked dent in the stone above him. "Looked like those things..." A shiver makes his purple fur ripple and fluff. "But I thought those things were black-furred with red wings and that weird tail? And loud, too..."

He staggers to his feet, giving himself a firm shake to clear both his head and his coat. "Owwww."

Beelzebumon (132) has posed:
     Beelzebumon pauses and scratches his chin a bit, "Come to think of it, I sort of remember them being black too. Been years since I last saw one though..."

     Then something clicks in Beelzebumon's head as he holsters one of his guns and reaches down to grab Doran by the scruff of his next, "Heeeey... if you know about those, then that must mean you're a Digimon from my world!" Her jabs his other gun accusingly into Doran's belly, "Funny, never seen a Digimon like you..." He holsters his other shotgun now and then flicks Doran right in the crystal on his forehead, "Especially not with one of these goofy things sticking out of your skull."

Doran (695) has posed:
Doran growls as he gets grabbed and poked in the belly by the gun. "I'm a Prototype Digimon, a Dorumon. I--" He yelps as his forehead gem gets flicked mid-sentence and IMMEDIATELY snaps his jaws at Beelzebumon's fingers. "That's my Digicore Interface!"

Held by the scruff of his neck or not, he starts thrashing in order to try to get himself free, all claws and teeth trying to find purchase. Yes, a Child-level trying to get a Ultimate-level to do anything is laughable, but he's going to try come hell or high water. "Lemme go, Demon Lord!"

Beelzebumon (132) has posed:
     "OW! FUCK!" Beelzebumon yells out as the teeth both down on his fingers, before promptly flinging Dorumon away, "Nippy little bastard!" He gives his hand a vigorous shake and rubs his fingers, "You got guts trying to pull that shit with me!"

     Then the shotgun comes out again as Beelzebumon levels it right at Dorumon... then pauses and grins as he raises the weapon, "You're just lucky I'm feeling magnanimous today, ya fuzzy lump..." Then with a twirl, he holsters the weapon once more, "What's your name?"

Doran (695) has posed:
Doran immediately spins in midair like a cat when thrown and lands heavily on his rear legs, skidding on the stone as his rear claws struggle to find purchase. As Beelzebumon aims his shotgun at him again, he just gives the Demon Lord a defiant stare with absolutely no fear whatsoever. (It's not like he can fight back or anything anyways.)

His frame does relax somewhat when Beelzebumon holsters his weapon again after a few moments, but now the Dorumon is staying well out of reach. No more grabbing or poking, no siree. "I'm called Doran."

He narrows his eyes for a moment, seeming to gauge Beelzebumon and Behemoth both. "So you know about Duke." Definitely not a question.

Beelzebumon (132) has posed:
     Beelzebumon thinks for a moment, "Doran... Doran... oh right!" He snaps his fingers, "You're the other one that Lute mentioned when he first told me about Duke... I'd introduce myself, but... well..." He grins as he meets that steely gaze, "Judging from the way you look at me, you know exactly who I am."

     He smirks a bit as he finds a nice rock to take a seat on, before taking a moment to examine his claws closely, "I do know him, but if you want to help him get his answers, then you're just gonna have to beat them out of me, same as I told him. Wouldn't be much fun otherwise."

Doran (695) has posed:
Doran nods once when the Demon Lord places the name correctly. "The same, and I do."

He snorts softly as he finds a small perch of his own -- still well out of arm's reach -- and crouches down, vulpine tail swaying behind him. "You misunderstand, Beelzebumon. I already know all the answers." He chuckles bitterly. "The answers Duke has to remember himself. He won't believe the truth as he is now, if someone tells him outright."

Beelzebumon (132) has posed:
     Beelzebumon quirks an eyebrow, then grins widely as he leans forward, "Oh really? Now you've given /me/ some questions to ponder... but I doubt you'll answer them just the same as you refuse to answer his, so I won't bother. Perhaps I will just find out on my own, in my own way. As for Dukey-boy, you and I are both in agreement. He won't believe it if all he has to go by is up here," He taps his head, "So the only way to make him see is to awaken what's down here," He taps his chest next.

Doran (695) has posed:
Doran gives Beelzebumon a toothy grin at the Demon Lord's piqued interest. "I'm glad we understand each other." Gutsy kid, isn't he?

As the conversation returns to Duke, his front paws splay palms-up as he shrugs. "Exactly." He snorts, then suddenly sneezes off to the side after a small dust-cloud billows in his face. "It's strange to agree with a Demon Lord, but here we are." His brow furrows, the fur almost covering the point of his Digicore Interface closest to his muzzle. "You, me, Duke... has there been anyone else?"

Beelzebumon (132) has posed:
     The demon lord shrugs dismissively, "None that I can think of off the top of my head. Did run into some other itterations of the Digital World though, but I haven't been to any of them in ages."

     Then he stands up and dusts himself off, before adding, "Oh, and the other Demon Lords. We all popped out of the warp gate together during that mad rush to escape the Apocalypse, but don't bother asking where they are now. I have Lucemon the finger pretty much as soon as we realized we were in the Multiverse, and most of the other Demon Lords agreed with me, so we all went our seperate ways."

Doran (695) has posed:
Doran huffs under his breath. "Yeah, I remember the exodus. Such a fun time that was." The sarcasm is strong with this one. "If it wasn't for..." His voice trails off, then he shrugs a bit. "Ouryuumon helped get us through the chaos. He disappeared after we got into the Multiverse, though." His stomach growls a bit, and he groans. "That's right, I was exploring new hunting grounds when that dragon crashed..."

Beelzebumon (132) has posed:
     "Fun fun fun," Beelzebumon replies as he thinks of those hectic last hours, before heading over to where Behemoth rests and mounting up, "Far be it for me to get in the way of your dinner. I meanwhile am gonna go have a drink. I think I earned it."

     Then with a twist of the throttle, Behemoth growls back to life as Beelz spins around, "And next time you see ol' Dukey, tell him to bring his A-game!"

     Then Behemoth pops a wheelie and screeches before taking off like a bullet back the way he came.

Doran (695) has posed:
Doran smirks a bit. "I'll let him know, Beelzebumon."

He waits until even Behemoth's dust trail has dissipated, then rubs at the forehead gem. "That was too close. I need to be more careful with my forms." His eyes narrow. "...Still... that ended up better than I thought. I don't remember Beelzebumon being even vaguely reasonable before." He looks around with a wry grin twisting his muzzle. "Then again, nothing's the same as it once was... not any of us..."

He gets up and slowly makes his way off the rocks back into the field, now back into full predator mode. He'll have to get himself a full stomach before he can make his way back to familiar territory.