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rookandhound) wrote2024-07-20 06:46 am
rookandhound) wrote2024-07-20 06:46 am
IC Inbox for VRDR
This is Wolf and Rookmon's mailbox. You're not dumb. You know what to do.
sounds like a great way to spend an evening
do you need to eat
do you need to eat
Past me, why did you send a single-sentence exchange-terminating reply, that's not on
rookandhound
2024-08-17 07:05 am (UTC)(link)
And so, they were. True to their word, the pair arrived.
Unfortunately, cognition had seen the previous damage done undone relatively quickly.
Goro scowled as he glared up at the Diet Building in all its glory, waiting for Falcon to arrive.
Unfortunately, cognition had seen the previous damage done undone relatively quickly.
Goro scowled as he glared up at the Diet Building in all its glory, waiting for Falcon to arrive.
With little fanfare, Falcon arrives not long after, carrying a bag, and a scowl plastered on his face. He looks like he's been having a shitty day. He, too, glares at the repaired Diet Building. It softens a little as he looks over to Wolf and Rook, but doesn't quite go away.
"Hey," he says, dropping the bag to the ground. It contains a variety of things they can use to beat up the building, as well as some spraypaint. "Got here before me, hm?"
Maybe that pisses him off further- but he had some materials to get. It's fine. Whatever. For once, he's not completely naked; he's wearing a belt of sorts. Loops indicate it's mean to hold stuff- and indeed, he starts tucking some spraypaints into it.
"Take whatever you want, by the way," he tells the two as he grabs a hefty looking bat. "Didn't know if you'd be interested in any... extras, but figured I might as well give you the chance."
It's not like he can't cause destruction on his own (that's what he was made for, after all), but there's something satisfying about feeling weapons crack under his full strength, he's found.
That, and maybe he wants to spraypaint some... choice words on the remains once they're done. And on Shido's stuff. Drake inspired him, sue him.
"Hey," he says, dropping the bag to the ground. It contains a variety of things they can use to beat up the building, as well as some spraypaint. "Got here before me, hm?"
Maybe that pisses him off further- but he had some materials to get. It's fine. Whatever. For once, he's not completely naked; he's wearing a belt of sorts. Loops indicate it's mean to hold stuff- and indeed, he starts tucking some spraypaints into it.
"Take whatever you want, by the way," he tells the two as he grabs a hefty looking bat. "Didn't know if you'd be interested in any... extras, but figured I might as well give you the chance."
It's not like he can't cause destruction on his own (that's what he was made for, after all), but there's something satisfying about feeling weapons crack under his full strength, he's found.
That, and maybe he wants to spraypaint some... choice words on the remains once they're done. And on Shido's stuff. Drake inspired him, sue him.
| Rookmon frowned, as he looked up at the older Goro's face. "I understand we may be only acquaintances, but are you alright?" |
Wolf bent down to pick up a sledgehammer, hefting it for a moment. "Rookmon." The bird deflated, slightly, but nodded, dropping the subject. "I just didn't want to make you wait, that's all."
"Peachy," Falcon comments with a huff. He doesn't need Rookmon's concern, nor does he particularly appreciate it. At least Wolf seems to understand as much, face twitching into a wry smirk briefly, before he turns to the diet building, glaring.
What a fucking eyesore.
Without fanfare, he kicks in the front gate with such force that it goes flying into the columns of the building itself. He hefts the bat over his shoulder, and stalks forwards, fists clenched.
What a fucking eyesore.
Without fanfare, he kicks in the front gate with such force that it goes flying into the columns of the building itself. He hefts the bat over his shoulder, and stalks forwards, fists clenched.
Wolf followed. Now didn't seem like a good time to talk, honestly. Instead, he opted for the simple expedient of throwing his hammer through the glass front doors, stooping down to pick it up again as he stepped through.
"Where to first?"
"Where to first?"
Falcon steps through the glass with little fanfare, glancing at Wolf. His face is still pulled into a tight frown. He looks away again, eyes falling on one of the many statues lining the halls.
Disgusting thing. He winds up his arm, and-
SMASH!
His bat splinters as the statue gets smashed to pieces, a snarl on his face the entire time. Then, for good measure, he smacks the already broken bat into the statue next to it, pulverizing both in the process. He kicks at one of the larger pieces, which goes flying through the hallway.
He's still fuming. He turns to Wolf and Rook once more.
"You know where."
Shido's office. He stalks off into the direction familiar to both of them, pulling out a crowbar from his bag as he does so.
Disgusting thing. He winds up his arm, and-
SMASH!
His bat splinters as the statue gets smashed to pieces, a snarl on his face the entire time. Then, for good measure, he smacks the already broken bat into the statue next to it, pulverizing both in the process. He kicks at one of the larger pieces, which goes flying through the hallway.
He's still fuming. He turns to Wolf and Rook once more.
"You know where."
Shido's office. He stalks off into the direction familiar to both of them, pulling out a crowbar from his bag as he does so.
Figured.
Admittedly, this was a bit more manual, a bit less destructive than he would've liked- but there was at least a visceral satisfaction in putting a sledgehammer through a marble desktop as he passed.
The pair of them followed, however. They did, indeed, know where, very well.
Admittedly, this was a bit more manual, a bit less destructive than he would've liked- but there was at least a visceral satisfaction in putting a sledgehammer through a marble desktop as he passed.
The pair of them followed, however. They did, indeed, know where, very well.
As Falcon stalks through the hall, he kicks, smashes, and punches everything that stands in his ways, and everything he doesnt like. Statues go flying, pots get shattered to pieces, and doors get throw off their hinges. He's on a warpath, and it shows. He's vaguely aware of Rook and Wolf following behind him, but he's completely absorbed in his own anger. With every step he takes, he just gets more worked up, the events of the past few days running through his mind, combined with every feeling the Diet Building as a whole evokes, everything Shido and his people did to him, made him do. He speeds up, until he's broken into a full-on run.
When he finally makes his way into Shido's office, he punches the door so hard it splinters on the spot, not even getting a chance to inflict damage to the rest of the office. Steam rises from his vents, and his eyes are aglow with fury.
There's nobody here, of course. There is no cognitive Shido, and for a moment, Falcon wishes there were. If only so he could tear the thing to pieces, over and over.
"Here I fucking am!" he screams, smashing the crowbar into the liquor cabinet, and sending the bottles, glasses, and flutes fying, shattering them. Insults, curses, and other profanity tear from his throat as he wrecks the office, breaking everything in sight. He swipes everything from the desk with a rough swing, before dropping the crowbar, lifting the entire thing up with no effort, and throwing it through the window. The entire thing shatters, and the desk hits the ground with what should be a satisfying crunch, but he still feels so fucking empty. His shouts and scream echo through the entire building as he wrecks the office thoroughly. He barely notices Wolf and Rook anymore, only keeping enough wits about himself to not hurt them in his fury, but otherwise he's lost to his anger.
When all that's left off the office is bits of broken furniture, dust, and torn up wall, he takes out the can of spraypaint, just barely not crushing it under his own strength, and proceeds to crudely draw dicks and write profanities on the walls. When that is done, he throws the sprapyaint out of the window too for good measure, putting all his power behind it. It goes flying over the horizon.
The fury, the rock in his chassis lingers, and it's not enough, it's not fucking enough. It'll never be enough. He's still trembling with sheer anger as he takes in his own handiwork.
It's not fucking enough.
When he finally makes his way into Shido's office, he punches the door so hard it splinters on the spot, not even getting a chance to inflict damage to the rest of the office. Steam rises from his vents, and his eyes are aglow with fury.
There's nobody here, of course. There is no cognitive Shido, and for a moment, Falcon wishes there were. If only so he could tear the thing to pieces, over and over.
"Here I fucking am!" he screams, smashing the crowbar into the liquor cabinet, and sending the bottles, glasses, and flutes fying, shattering them. Insults, curses, and other profanity tear from his throat as he wrecks the office, breaking everything in sight. He swipes everything from the desk with a rough swing, before dropping the crowbar, lifting the entire thing up with no effort, and throwing it through the window. The entire thing shatters, and the desk hits the ground with what should be a satisfying crunch, but he still feels so fucking empty. His shouts and scream echo through the entire building as he wrecks the office thoroughly. He barely notices Wolf and Rook anymore, only keeping enough wits about himself to not hurt them in his fury, but otherwise he's lost to his anger.
When all that's left off the office is bits of broken furniture, dust, and torn up wall, he takes out the can of spraypaint, just barely not crushing it under his own strength, and proceeds to crudely draw dicks and write profanities on the walls. When that is done, he throws the sprapyaint out of the window too for good measure, putting all his power behind it. It goes flying over the horizon.
The fury, the rock in his chassis lingers, and it's not enough, it's not fucking enough. It'll never be enough. He's still trembling with sheer anger as he takes in his own handiwork.
It's not fucking enough.
Anybody else would've probably been intimidated, or been tempted to back down under the face of such violence, but Wolf's expression was more... sulking, than scared.
"Yeah, it's not especially satisfying when it's just inanimate objects. Wish I could tear the bastard apart myself, but I get why there's no cognition of him around. Doesn't actually make me feel any better, though."
"Yeah, it's not especially satisfying when it's just inanimate objects. Wish I could tear the bastard apart myself, but I get why there's no cognition of him around. Doesn't actually make me feel any better, though."
Falcon turns to Wolf, his expression lost to his own fury. A sight that would be intimidating to anyone else indeed. It takes a few seconds, but then...
... He deflates, still trembling from anger, but- well. Wolf and Rook don't deserve to take the brunt of that.
"Right," he says, looking away again. He pauses, for a moment. "If only... but as long as we're trapped here-"
He cuts himself off with a huff. His bag of stuff got lost somewhere in his rampage, but he doesn't particularly care. It was just random junk he found from looting shops anyway. He stares out of the now-shattered window, overlooking the cognitive Tokyo.
"It's all such bullshit," he hisses, eyes narrowed. "I could have killed him and most of his shitty conspiracy by now if they'd just let me leave this place, but no." He sounds a little hysterical as he speaks. "Gotta make bonds or whatever."
... He deflates, still trembling from anger, but- well. Wolf and Rook don't deserve to take the brunt of that.
"Right," he says, looking away again. He pauses, for a moment. "If only... but as long as we're trapped here-"
He cuts himself off with a huff. His bag of stuff got lost somewhere in his rampage, but he doesn't particularly care. It was just random junk he found from looting shops anyway. He stares out of the now-shattered window, overlooking the cognitive Tokyo.
"It's all such bullshit," he hisses, eyes narrowed. "I could have killed him and most of his shitty conspiracy by now if they'd just let me leave this place, but no." He sounds a little hysterical as he speaks. "Gotta make bonds or whatever."
He snorted. "Preaching to the fucking choir. As soon as I get back, he's meat."
Rookmon frowned, slightly, behind him, but said nothing.
"Could be worse, I guess. You're here, and you get it. That other android Ulysses seemed alright. One or two others." He sighed. "People with evil hearts or whatever have brain dungeons here, right? Does Shido have one? That'd be something cathartic, at least, if something wearing his face is lurking around here."
Rookmon frowned, slightly, behind him, but said nothing.
"Could be worse, I guess. You're here, and you get it. That other android Ulysses seemed alright. One or two others." He sighed. "People with evil hearts or whatever have brain dungeons here, right? Does Shido have one? That'd be something cathartic, at least, if something wearing his face is lurking around here."
Falcon's face sours even more.
"Oh, he has one alright, and trust me, I explored the version over here thoroughly right after I was- freed." Despite himself, his voice catches a little on the word. He shakes his head. "It's not there. There's no cognitive version of even his Shadow here- just a puppet wearing my face."
Quite literally, at that. Falcon shifts uncomfortably.
"Either way," he grumbles, turning away from the window again. He grabs a fresh can of spraypaint from his belt, "I'm sick of this place. Let's move on."
"Oh, he has one alright, and trust me, I explored the version over here thoroughly right after I was- freed." Despite himself, his voice catches a little on the word. He shakes his head. "It's not there. There's no cognitive version of even his Shadow here- just a puppet wearing my face."
Quite literally, at that. Falcon shifts uncomfortably.
"Either way," he grumbles, turning away from the window again. He grabs a fresh can of spraypaint from his belt, "I'm sick of this place. Let's move on."
That gave him pause. "Freed? What do you mean 'freed'?"
He followed, making a mental note. If he entered that Palace, would he meet-
There was a terrible curiosity, there, and almost an immediate, instinctive revulsion. He didn't want to know what Shido saw him as.
He followed, making a mental note. If he entered that Palace, would he meet-
There was a terrible curiosity, there, and almost an immediate, instinctive revulsion. He didn't want to know what Shido saw him as.
Oh.
That's right.
Wolf and Rook wouldn't... know. Of course they wouldn't- they hadn't been here yet when he was that puppet, when the wrong words, actions, or implications could've set him off against his will. When they- hacked him, making everything...
... Better. The right word is better. But somehow, he still can't think of it like that. He not even sure he wants to share it at all with them. Though out of everyone, Wolf might understand it more than anyone else.
"Short version," he spits out, stalking through the halls and spraying a line of puke-green paint as he goes,fear anxiety hurt fury rumbling in his wires from the memory alone, "I got hacked by Shido's cronies, then they ambushed and counter-hacked me over here." His anger surges, eyes glowing a dangerous red as he grabs a potted plant and sends it flying through a nearby wall.
Oh, but he's the ungrateful one for not being thrilled about having foreign code inserted into him! Again! With no idea if, or rather, when they'll use it against him!
"So yes," he sneers, spraying the vague form of a shit onto another wall, "I'm free, for now."
That's right.
Wolf and Rook wouldn't... know. Of course they wouldn't- they hadn't been here yet when he was that puppet, when the wrong words, actions, or implications could've set him off against his will. When they- hacked him, making everything...
... Better. The right word is better. But somehow, he still can't think of it like that. He not even sure he wants to share it at all with them. Though out of everyone, Wolf might understand it more than anyone else.
"Short version," he spits out, stalking through the halls and spraying a line of puke-green paint as he goes,
Oh, but he's the ungrateful one for not being thrilled about having foreign code inserted into him! Again! With no idea if, or rather, when they'll use it against him!
"So yes," he sneers, spraying the vague form of a shit onto another wall, "I'm free, for now."
As Falcon explained, Wolf's expression twisted, something violent and angry slipping through. There was a warning beep from something in the vicinity of his wrist, but he paid it no mind. "But that's- that's bullshit! Did they even ask?! Did they care?!"
Shido, he expected that kind of shit from, but the people here? Who were supposed to be all about friendship and all that?!
He looked down- saw the wood of the hammer splintering beneath his fingers, and set it down with exaggerated care. "I- That's not- did they even have the first fucking clue what they were doing? How it feels to have someone digging around in your head without your consent?!"
Shido, he expected that kind of shit from, but the people here? Who were supposed to be all about friendship and all that?!
| "Goro," Rookmon interjected, quietly. |
He looked down- saw the wood of the hammer splintering beneath his fingers, and set it down with exaggerated care. "I- That's not- did they even have the first fucking clue what they were doing? How it feels to have someone digging around in your head without your consent?!"
And Falcon pauses, turning to Wolf in surprise. He heard the warning beep, and he notices the broken hammer, but he can't really focus on that when Wolf's so angry on his behalf and it's so-
-fucking vindicating.
"Fucking finally someone who notices!" He puts his hand to his face, fingers digging into his mesh. "They- they didn't, they don't have a fucking clue," he hisses, "they keep giving me these fucking platitudes, and I- it's such fucking bullshit. They ambushed me- they fucking dug around in my head while I was fully aware of it happening, unable to stop them- and I- I'm just supposed to be okay with all that! God fucking forbid-" he tosses a statue into a wall, "-that I'm fucking angry about them messing with my head in the same way as that man!"
And he's being unfair, he knows he is, but-
"And I can't even blame them!" He shouts, hysterical, so fucking angry angry furious. "I was dangerous! I was stuck in a body that wasn't under my control and now I-" his voice glitches, arms lowering down to his sides, "-I can feel her code in there. I don't know what it does, and they can give me all the assurances in the world, but in the end, I'm still waiting for them to-" fuck him up again. Delete the unsavory parts. Completely change him from the inside out and he wouldn't even know it happened.
He's shaking a little, he realizes. He feels unstable.
"You-" his eyes snap to Wolf again, realization striking, "you talk as if you get it."
-fucking vindicating.
"Fucking finally someone who notices!" He puts his hand to his face, fingers digging into his mesh. "They- they didn't, they don't have a fucking clue," he hisses, "they keep giving me these fucking platitudes, and I- it's such fucking bullshit. They ambushed me- they fucking dug around in my head while I was fully aware of it happening, unable to stop them- and I- I'm just supposed to be okay with all that! God fucking forbid-" he tosses a statue into a wall, "-that I'm fucking angry about them messing with my head in the same way as that man!"
And he's being unfair, he knows he is, but-
"And I can't even blame them!" He shouts, hysterical, so fucking angry angry furious. "I was dangerous! I was stuck in a body that wasn't under my control and now I-" his voice glitches, arms lowering down to his sides, "-I can feel her code in there. I don't know what it does, and they can give me all the assurances in the world, but in the end, I'm still waiting for them to-" fuck him up again. Delete the unsavory parts. Completely change him from the inside out and he wouldn't even know it happened.
He's shaking a little, he realizes. He feels unstable.
"You-" his eyes snap to Wolf again, realization striking, "you talk as if you get it."
Edited 2024-09-08 18:28 (UTC)
"I-"
He froze. He'd spoken out of turn. Revealed too much. There was a brief moment of panic, irrational, as he realized- and all of that was fucking awful, but with Falcon looking at him like that...
He froze. He'd spoken out of turn. Revealed too much. There was a brief moment of panic, irrational, as he realized- and all of that was fucking awful, but with Falcon looking at him like that...
Wolf glanced to the side. "Mom died when I was eight. Ubukata took me out of the system and... did some shit. I don't know what the hell he was trying to make, I just... know that I wasn't the only one. Tried to... graft, for lack of a better word, digimon core data to us. I don't remember much of the procedure, just- blacking out from the pain. Pretty much everyone in that program either fell into a coma or were... consumed. And disposed of. But I woke up. And for that, I was Ubukata's favorite. His proof of concept. I guess he meant to refine the method or something, but he's the reason I'm not- human. Half-digimon or something, he called it 'biohybridization'. That's how I tore up the Diet Building before, that's what Shido used to-"
fire everywhere, screaming, burning flesh in his nose and red on his teeth and tongue-
"- kill. People."
fire everywhere, screaming, burning flesh in his nose and red on his teeth and tongue-
"- kill. People."
And as Wolf talks, the anger boils all the deeper in his system. It's such fucking bullshit, but he knew that already, didn't he? Life is unfair, and it takes, and takes and takes, and- God. He wants to destroy something. He's so fucking angry on Wolf's behalf, and his desire to kill the fucker who would do something like that, to kill Shido intensifies. He grits his teeth, but manages to keep a handle on himself. Wolf doesn't sound okay, and it's likely that him having another outburst isn't going to help.
"Fuckers," he hisses, voice strained, and he sounds- tired, for a lack of better terms. "And you didn't have a choice. Of course not."
It's not a question- not even close. From the sounds of it, Wolf was- extremely young when they tortured him into becoming something inhuman, and after that, Shido swooped in to reap the 'rewards'. "Fucking- typical."
The graffiti can creaks under his fingers, reminding him to drop it before he gets the paint all over himself. He already broke it anyway, so he tosses it.
He doesn't tell Wolf he's sorry that it happened to him- what good would that do? It won't take away the hurt, or the anger, and it won't change what already happened. Pity never does anyone any good- it's just a way to feel superior about your own life. Instead-
"... Guess we're not so dissimilar," he says, allowing himself to lean against a still-standing wall. "Not that I was ever human, mind you, but these assholes just don't care, as long as it's not themselves getting hurt."
His voice is morose as he stares ahead of himself. There's a moment of silence.
"The way they tried to make us weapons awaken Personas," he starts, closing his eyes, "was by encouraging us to form bonds with one another. To become more 'humanlike'." He clenches his fist. "At the same time, they had us fighting and destroying each other. Losers got scrapped and had their memories implanted into the winner. This way, they were hoping to cause enough mental stress to force an awakening. I killed... many of my sisters," he admits, "but I didn't understand what they were doing until I was the one being scrapped." He opens his eyes again. "My mother saved me. She wanted me to care for humanity, to become human, and stop being a weapon." He chuckles. "Then Shido killed her, just to get to me, and after what he did to me, what he made me do, after everything humanity has shown me..."
He trails off. His mother wanted him to love humanity and protect it, and he wants to make her proud still, but he doesn't know if he can anymore. Not when he's seen humanity for what it truly is. Not when he's become what he has.
He's sure Wolf understands what he wants to say.
"Your story is just more confirmation of what I already knew."
"Fuckers," he hisses, voice strained, and he sounds- tired, for a lack of better terms. "And you didn't have a choice. Of course not."
It's not a question- not even close. From the sounds of it, Wolf was- extremely young when they tortured him into becoming something inhuman, and after that, Shido swooped in to reap the 'rewards'. "Fucking- typical."
The graffiti can creaks under his fingers, reminding him to drop it before he gets the paint all over himself. He already broke it anyway, so he tosses it.
He doesn't tell Wolf he's sorry that it happened to him- what good would that do? It won't take away the hurt, or the anger, and it won't change what already happened. Pity never does anyone any good- it's just a way to feel superior about your own life. Instead-
"... Guess we're not so dissimilar," he says, allowing himself to lean against a still-standing wall. "Not that I was ever human, mind you, but these assholes just don't care, as long as it's not themselves getting hurt."
His voice is morose as he stares ahead of himself. There's a moment of silence.
"The way they tried to make us weapons awaken Personas," he starts, closing his eyes, "was by encouraging us to form bonds with one another. To become more 'humanlike'." He clenches his fist. "At the same time, they had us fighting and destroying each other. Losers got scrapped and had their memories implanted into the winner. This way, they were hoping to cause enough mental stress to force an awakening. I killed... many of my sisters," he admits, "but I didn't understand what they were doing until I was the one being scrapped." He opens his eyes again. "My mother saved me. She wanted me to care for humanity, to become human, and stop being a weapon." He chuckles. "Then Shido killed her, just to get to me, and after what he did to me, what he made me do, after everything humanity has shown me..."
He trails off. His mother wanted him to love humanity and protect it, and he wants to make her proud still, but he doesn't know if he can anymore. Not when he's seen humanity for what it truly is. Not when he's become what he has.
He's sure Wolf understands what he wants to say.
"Your story is just more confirmation of what I already knew."
Edited 2024-09-08 20:22 (UTC)
"Well," said Rookmon, quietly. "Humans can't possibly be all bad."
Wolf looked up, opened his mouth to say something, but faltered. Rookmon, in spite of everything that'd just been said, was smiling.
"Your mothers must have been remarkable women, to have produced the pair of you, after all."
Wolf looked up, opened his mouth to say something, but faltered. Rookmon, in spite of everything that'd just been said, was smiling.
"Your mothers must have been remarkable women, to have produced the pair of you, after all."
Falcon can't help but stare at Rookmon for a moment too long, his mouth open. He looks a little like an angry fish, his mouth opening and closing as he doesn't know what to say to that.
Then, he sags, looking away again and crossing his arms.
He doesn't say anything. His mother was- fuck, it doesn't matter. She died for it.
Then, he sags, looking away again and crossing his arms.
He doesn't say anything. His mother was- fuck, it doesn't matter. She died for it.
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