Whispers of Wind

“What makes you so certain that I don’t? Has someone summoned you to try and stop me from destroying everything again?” He laughed, “If they did, I’m afraid you’ve been vastly misinformed of my intentions.”

“I haven’t heard from them or seen them,” she said, fingers slipping around the edges of her digivice. “And nothing in particular brought me here, I just...” Well, something had prompted her to check this area. She couldn’t call it anything but intuition. That wasn’t much of an answer.

“What do you mean, what’s happened out here? And what exactly are your intentions, if I’ve misjudged them so much?”

Tipping her head back and giving a little groan, she continued to respond. “It’s sooo tiring sometimes. I love it but I’m practically nocturnal now. Plus, my line of work gets tons of assholes like him lurking around.”

Tilting her head again, this time to look at Sora, she added, “I’m a dancer at one of the strip clubs around here. It’s fun and keeps me in shape, but it does have its share of nuisances.”

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This was an unexpected surprise. Not that Cherubimon was expecting the spirits chosen warriors to return to the Digital World at all, but this particular one, the warrior of wind, he was surprised to see.

Last time he had seen the girl he’d just been reborn as Lopmon, so Cherubimon had a few memories of playing with her, but he couldn’t remember a lot of details. Her name, for instance, was escaping him. He kept his distance, observing differences in her than what he remembered.

She spun as a voice from long ago addressed her, gaze locking onto a form she never thought she’d see.

Years had passed, that much was obvious. Izumi had changed with them. Could she really be surprised the years had changed Cherubimon, too?

Still--it was unfortunate they’d changed him into this again.

“The lighter something is, the easier it is to darken it.” ― Bruce Crown, How Dim the Promised Land

Heroes. Saviors. Champions and upholders of justice. All names the Digidestined have heard before, in reference to themselves. But what if they weren’t the heroes? What if they had become something else, had taken a trip to the opposite end of the spectrum?

Dark Digidestined Roleplay explores the fallen, takes the dark crevices in each hero’s soul and brings them to the forefront. Will you join the former champions of good now that they’ve journeyed down?

Because after all, even the light flirts with darkness.

Hearing a small scuffle, she was curious and decided to check it out. She saw a girl, who was in a pretty nice outfit getting harassed. If there was thing Sora didn’t stand for, it was assholes who liked to pick on girls. Her blood was boiling, and she went to fishing for her keys. Looping the lanyard around her wrist a couple times and slipping the keys in between her fingers with her off hand, she approached.

Izumi turned her head, blinking a few times as she registered the other young woman and the man now clutching his face and turning tail. Watching him run off with a scoffed, “Good riddance,” Izumi turned her attention to the redhead. Sure, she could’ve handled it by herself, but it was always nice to have support in these sorts of situations. It felt pretty amazing, actually.

So she smiled. “Hey, nice job. Thanks for that. You wanna grab a drink with me? I’ve had a bad day and boy do I need one.” She had gotten off a little early, so some bars were sure to still be open. There was a place nearby that probably knew her by name by now. Thinking of names...

Scyther ♂ Lv36 Technician | Wing Attack, Fury Cutter, Slash, Razor Wind

Skarmory ♀ Lv37 Sturdy | Air Cutter, Spikes, Metal Sound, Steel Wing

“M-maybe it’ll go away?”

It would never go away. She knew that, somewhere deep down.

“I’m sorry…I’m so, so sorry…I should have–” Stopped him? How?

               “As long as he survives, I can live with the choice I made. Kouichi is–” His most precious person. He could go ahead and deal with this if it meant meeting his brother, meeting his mother. That was all that mattered, so it was fine. It was going to be just fine.

               “It’ll be fine.”

“M-maybe it’ll go away?”

It would never go away. She knew that, somewhere deep down.

“I’m sorry...I’m so, so sorry...I should have--” Stopped him? How?

               Somehow, his throat’s choking up, and he knew why. A deal with the literal Digimon Devil? There was no way this didn’t come with a large price. Still, if it was for his brother, he didn’t mind. 

Izumi pushed forward into the crowd, shoving people aside who didn’t automatically evade the crying girl. It took her longer than she wanted to take the stairs, but they were careful, one step at a time.

              “My brother is somewhere out there dying! I couldn’t let this opportunity slip by! Even if it had consequences–I need to be able to make sure he’ll be safe!” he snapped, clenching his fists as he did. He lowered his head shamefully. 

“L-let me take you to him, then. I don’t think you’ll be able to get there on your own...” She couldn’t say it. She couldn’t say it, not out loud, not to him; it was too cruel. “I’ll try to make sure you don’t bump into anything.”

She wanted to pretend it was temporary, that once this healing ability got used up on his brother that he would see again. Somehow she knew that wasn’t how a deal with Lucemon would work.

“Kouji. You didn’t--you couldn’t have--what did he offer you?”

Izumi hadn’t cried during their time in the Digital World. She’d held it together, because she had to. But she had thought that she wouldn’t have to anymore, and now, tears were finally threatening.

               “Hey, now that we’re going home, I should show you this cafe by my house. You’d love it,” he said, trying to lighten the mood at least a little. All of them pile into the elevator, which shoots up and finally dings when they reach the main floor.

She started to follow the others out of the elevator, but paused when Kouji didn’t follow. “What’s wrong?” she asked. “Aren’t you coming? I figured you’d be in the biggest hurry.” They still had to find a way to save Kouichi, didn’t they?

“Come on, let’s go.” How long was he going to stand there looking confused? “You’ve seen the station before, hurry it up!” Him just standing there was a little unnerving, honestly. Had something gone wrong, even when it was so close to being over?

               “…give me the power to heal. He–he needs me.” The brother he wanted to know needed him right now, and even a deal with the literal devil couldn’t sway him. “If you can, give me what I need. I need that, for him.”

               The grin that spreads across Lucemon’s face, as he’d listened quietly to Kouji’s request, should’ve unnerved him. It should’ve told him that he’d made a terrible mistake.

And the price for this useless gift? One wound that would never heal.

Laughter echoed through the chamber as Lucemon dissipated into fractal code.

Izumi finally turned back to look for Kouji as the laughter faded. Biting her lip in concern, she rushed back to his side and took his arm in hers. “We’re getting out of here. We’re going to go find your brother, right? So you can finally see him here in the world we belong to.”