Samayouru
Rabid Dusclops Fan
Atanamon finally pulled back, emitting a sigh that embodied the relief he felt as construction of the final Digivice came to a close. He had lost track of time, and he wasn’t sure if it had been days, weeks or even months since he started crafting such simple-looking things. But what Atanamon did know was that he had very limited time left at his disposal and he had to act sooner rather than later. Somewhere beyond the walls of his temple there was the muffled sound of an explosion, followed by an ear-splitting roar that made Atanamon flinch for a moment. Things in the Digital World were getting worse, and he hardly ever saw his archangels any more – they were too busy fighting to keep his world alive. There was no way he could get them involved without putting at least one section of the land at risk, and so had taken on this task himself.
The slither of power still burning in the core of his being flickered as he scooped the Digivices into his grasp, and it was fading by the second. So he exited his room and made his way into the main hall, glancing at the statue of Lucemon sadly for a moment before reaching the entrance to the temple. He looked down at the Digivices in the same way a mother would before setting her child down in a basket, knocking on the door to a stranger’s house and running off, hoping that she’d made the right choice.
But there was more than one child at stake here. Atanamon had hoped to give the Digidestined partners that would be able to stop the Seven Seals before they even set foot across the barrier – but that had proved impossible. Most Digimon capable of such power had fallen to the corruption, and so he had to turn to creatures far, far smaller and less aware of the danger that their world was in for help. The chosen Digimon had quickly been selected after that, and Atanamon had placed the drive to find their human partners within their hearts. As soon as those Digivices made it through the barriers, the Digimon would follow.
And so, as content as he could be in this dire situation, Atanamon let go of the Digivices, almost throwing them like baseballs. And each one began to dissolve into beams of light matching the colours of the metal exteriors. Instead of landing on the ground some distance away, the Digivices kept going, almost painting a rainbow across the sky. Atanamon knew that even if they reached the barrier safely, the time it would take for them to reach the Real World was uncertain, but as the last of his power dimmed and he drifted back into his room to rest, he knew that at the very least he had given his kingdom a chance to survive.
The old clock adorning the chipped, archaic brick walls of the Concursus Building suddenly droned, chiming out four times in total. Below it, funnelling up the white steps, were just over five-hundred children of different ages, all of whom were desperate to get out of the late summer heat. It is quite an important day for some of these children – for they are the new students of Patriot Academy. They’ve gone through the buildings – being introduced to the dorms and the facilities and are now reaching the last leg of the tour – the very first assembly of the year.
It doesn’t take long for the auditorium to fill, and following it came the soft chatter of over a hundred voices. It dies down when a middle-aged man in a beige suit approaches the podium at the front. He taps the microphone to make sure it’s working and begins his speech. It is a long, drawling speech, with the usual trimmings that came with welcoming new students to a school, and after ten minutes or so all of the children are told that they are free until dinner time.
The children who are new are escorted to the Dorms and are instructed to deal with their luggage before anything else. Each one is sent to one of the four Dormitories and placed in a room with nine other people. And just above the doors to these buildings is a phrase carved into the white marble:
And for a group of children being filtered together into the blue building, the Aquinas Dorm, this phrase will become probably the most important phrase that they’ll ever learn in their lives.
“Ninety-nine, one hundred…” Maddison Pellerzi muttered under her breath, her eyes scrolling across the shiny plaques indicating room numbers. “Ah! Here we go – room one hundred and two!” she said, finally drawing to a halt, her knuckles whitening as she set the suitcase down to open the door. Half of her anticipated being faced with a room filled with other students already, but was slightly relieved when she discovered that the room was completely empty, leaving the lion’s share of beds up for grabs. She was surprised when she saw that they would all be sleeping in bunk beds, and while there were certain advantages to sleeping closer to the ground, her inner child couldn’t help but desire a top bunk.
Thankfully, there were a pair of trunks, one at the top end and one at the bottom, for people to put their belongings in. Maddie opted for one near the windows at the back of the room on the left, which also happened to be situated near the bathroom. She’d check out the shower later and unpacked her things as hastily as she could so that she could take her laptop to the top bunk and claim it as her own before anybody else. Maddie hunched over as the laptop started up, and began to sort out getting a good internet connection so that she could send an e-mail to her father before it was time for dinner.
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INFORMATION ADDED: Patriot Academy.
My apologies for the long opening post. I just wanted to set the mood for this RP and I feel that we have enough people to at least start (and get a little bit more stuff for the discussion thread ). For those of you who still have reserves, they will still be valid until we start the first real plot event in the RP so there's still time to get them done!
The slither of power still burning in the core of his being flickered as he scooped the Digivices into his grasp, and it was fading by the second. So he exited his room and made his way into the main hall, glancing at the statue of Lucemon sadly for a moment before reaching the entrance to the temple. He looked down at the Digivices in the same way a mother would before setting her child down in a basket, knocking on the door to a stranger’s house and running off, hoping that she’d made the right choice.
But there was more than one child at stake here. Atanamon had hoped to give the Digidestined partners that would be able to stop the Seven Seals before they even set foot across the barrier – but that had proved impossible. Most Digimon capable of such power had fallen to the corruption, and so he had to turn to creatures far, far smaller and less aware of the danger that their world was in for help. The chosen Digimon had quickly been selected after that, and Atanamon had placed the drive to find their human partners within their hearts. As soon as those Digivices made it through the barriers, the Digimon would follow.
And so, as content as he could be in this dire situation, Atanamon let go of the Digivices, almost throwing them like baseballs. And each one began to dissolve into beams of light matching the colours of the metal exteriors. Instead of landing on the ground some distance away, the Digivices kept going, almost painting a rainbow across the sky. Atanamon knew that even if they reached the barrier safely, the time it would take for them to reach the Real World was uncertain, but as the last of his power dimmed and he drifted back into his room to rest, he knew that at the very least he had given his kingdom a chance to survive.
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The old clock adorning the chipped, archaic brick walls of the Concursus Building suddenly droned, chiming out four times in total. Below it, funnelling up the white steps, were just over five-hundred children of different ages, all of whom were desperate to get out of the late summer heat. It is quite an important day for some of these children – for they are the new students of Patriot Academy. They’ve gone through the buildings – being introduced to the dorms and the facilities and are now reaching the last leg of the tour – the very first assembly of the year.
It doesn’t take long for the auditorium to fill, and following it came the soft chatter of over a hundred voices. It dies down when a middle-aged man in a beige suit approaches the podium at the front. He taps the microphone to make sure it’s working and begins his speech. It is a long, drawling speech, with the usual trimmings that came with welcoming new students to a school, and after ten minutes or so all of the children are told that they are free until dinner time.
The children who are new are escorted to the Dorms and are instructed to deal with their luggage before anything else. Each one is sent to one of the four Dormitories and placed in a room with nine other people. And just above the doors to these buildings is a phrase carved into the white marble:
“UBI CONCORDIA, IBI VICTORIA”
“Where there is unity, there is victory”
“Where there is unity, there is victory”
And for a group of children being filtered together into the blue building, the Aquinas Dorm, this phrase will become probably the most important phrase that they’ll ever learn in their lives.
Digimon: The Seven Seals
The adventure begins…
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The adventure begins…
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Maddie Pellerzi
Aquinas Dorm
Aquinas Dorm
“Ninety-nine, one hundred…” Maddison Pellerzi muttered under her breath, her eyes scrolling across the shiny plaques indicating room numbers. “Ah! Here we go – room one hundred and two!” she said, finally drawing to a halt, her knuckles whitening as she set the suitcase down to open the door. Half of her anticipated being faced with a room filled with other students already, but was slightly relieved when she discovered that the room was completely empty, leaving the lion’s share of beds up for grabs. She was surprised when she saw that they would all be sleeping in bunk beds, and while there were certain advantages to sleeping closer to the ground, her inner child couldn’t help but desire a top bunk.
Thankfully, there were a pair of trunks, one at the top end and one at the bottom, for people to put their belongings in. Maddie opted for one near the windows at the back of the room on the left, which also happened to be situated near the bathroom. She’d check out the shower later and unpacked her things as hastily as she could so that she could take her laptop to the top bunk and claim it as her own before anybody else. Maddie hunched over as the laptop started up, and began to sort out getting a good internet connection so that she could send an e-mail to her father before it was time for dinner.
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INFORMATION ADDED: Patriot Academy.
My apologies for the long opening post. I just wanted to set the mood for this RP and I feel that we have enough people to at least start (and get a little bit more stuff for the discussion thread ). For those of you who still have reserves, they will still be valid until we start the first real plot event in the RP so there's still time to get them done!