Barachiel observed in confusion as Azur spoke his scathing words to Caradoc. Feeling a bit awkward, he rubbed the back of his neck and waited for Azur to go over to the tree and begin looking huffy again. When the WereGarurumon did just that, Barachiel looked back at Caradoc.
"I guess Azur must still be bitter about Caradoc leading us away from Anatolia," he figured.
"It's a good thing the four of us are suited for stealthy operations then," Barachiel responded. He proceeded to frown as Caradoc brought up the question of payment. "For payment... I don't have any money. We left in a hurry, so I doubt Guinier or Azur has any either..."
"That sounds like a good idea... except that could easily backfire. If Mephistopheles has contacts there, he could find out we're searching for Hadrael and move him, or strengthen whatever guard he might have placed in case we attempted a rescue," he pointed out, quashing his guilt. "If we go, we'll need to be discreet. And we'd need some way of paying those we question, I don't have any money with me."
Barachiel folded his arms as he throught about their quandary. When he looked down pensively, something caught his attention. The two pendants hanging from around his neck.
The insect digimon grimaced and took the two pendants - one from his deceased father and the other from Hadrael - in the palm of his hand. "I guess I could... give them this," he said apprehensively. The reluctance was clear in his voice as he observed the necklace that held sentimental value. "One of these is fashioned from Chrome Digizoid, so it would be worth a good amount... Surely somebody would exchange information for this."
Barachiel closed his fingers around the necklace and looked up at Caradoc, offering a small smile. "And you were willing to sacrifice your soul to find Hadrael when you don't even know him personally. This is... just a necklace. A material item. It is the least I can do..." he reassured.
He released his grip, allowing the metal to swing and knock against his chest. "Anyways, we should get going. It will take us half a day at least to get there. Maybe less if we hurry and forgo breaks. ...Shall we?"
Gunnar raced through the streets has he saw Tiwaz's trio of fireballs light up the sky. Upon needing a burst of speed, he dove into the air, flapping his wings and releasing a wave of shimmering particles as he did. For a moment, they lit up the street more than the attacks nearby, but then they died out in the ShineGreymon's wake.
He raced through the sky, hoping that it wasn't like the last attack. "This isn't good," he thought to himself. "We have to take care of this ourselves this time."
Gunnar pitched to right and descended towards the source of the attacks. There he saw Tiwaz and Pyra standing by while Vritra and Bedivere did battle with a Dianamon.
"That chick is kinda hot... except for the bloodstains. No, she's actually kinda creepy," Gunnar decided as he landed on the ground. "Reinforcements are here!" he announced, spreading out his wings and releasing another over-the-top showing of 'burst particles' as he called them.
He kneeled down and slammed his gauntleted palm onto the ground. "GeoGrey Sword!" he yelled, summoning the large, double-bladed weapon in a showing of a fiery aura. He pulled the blade out of the ground and spun it around in front of him cockily.
"Okay, sweetheart, let's dance."
Barachiel walked with Caradoc, Guinier and Azur through the dirty, ramshackle streets of Babylon. Shady looking digimon lurked around every corner. The group of four tried to be as discreet as possible, staying off the main streets and avoiding the Babylonians whenever possible. The group had taken to lower or alternate forms for disguises, as they would definately have been recognized if they stayed as they were. As a DinoBeemon, Barachiel swept back his orange hair into a bad cowlick to try to fit in with the sort of digimon who lived in Babylon.
A cloud of evil seemed to hang over the delapidated, murky city. Barachiel knew very well that Babylon was a hive for criminals and villainy. He looked around warily, scanning the streets for those that might be watching them. There was a chance Mephistopheles had followers in the area, so if they were spotted, they would have to be dealt with quickly.
He and the others spotted a Devidramon walking out of a large, decrepit building. Barachiel looked over his shoulder to the others. "I suppose we should start with him..."
Barachiel walked over to the Devidramon and hailed him with a wave. The dark dragon looked up at him and raised two of his four eyebrows. "Yeah? Whatcha want? Wanna sign up for the tournament?"
"Err... Y-...yo," the DinoBeemon said, sounding completely unnatural. The grimace on his face showed how uncomfortable he was speaking so informally to people, but he knew he had to try to keep up the guise. "No thanks... We were wondering if you had any info on Mephistopheles."
"Mephistopheles...? Oh yeah! The crapwad who caused my best fighter to skip town just so he could chase after 'im? With Kheppy around, I was on my way to livin' the good life until Meph started doin'...whatever th'hell he's doin'. He's gotten popular around here though," the Devidramon explained.
"Wait... 'Kheppy'?" the DinoBeemon asked, wondering if he meant who he thought he meant.
"Y'know, Khep Aeolus? Ex-leader of Black Pincer Co.? Ex-Peacemaker? Well... I guess he's not an ex-Peacemaker anymore, but still. He was my best fighter. You shoulda seen the dough he was bringin' in; the arena was packed! ...You not from around here r'somethin'?" the Devidramon asked, giving the group a scrutinizing stare.
"I shouldn't be surprised about Kheprius..." he thought to himself. "We're from around here. So, can you disclose to us Mephistopheles' whereabouts... bro?" Barachiel asked, struggling to keep himself from turning bright red.
The Devidramon blinked and gave the DinoBeemon a strange look. "Yeah, I might know a thing er two... but info ain't free, pal," he explained, folding his long arms across his chest. "So wha'd'ya got to offer me?"
Barachiel winced and protectively clasped the pendants in his blue hand. After several moments of contemplation, he removed the necklace from around his neck and presented it to the Devidramon. "We don't have any money, but I have this... It should be worth quite a bit and I'm sure if you haggled you could sell it for even more."
The Devidramon snatched the necklace from Barachiel and began inspecting it with his four eyes meticulously. "Hmm... Chrome Digizoid... Expert digizoidsmithing... This'll fetch a pretty digibuck," he said, beaming. "Yeah, okay. What do ya want t'know?"
"He has an Angemon held captive somewhere. Do you know where?" Barachiel questioned.
"An Angemon? Why do you want to know where a prissy digimon like that is?" he asked.
Barachiel clenched his fists angrily. "Do you know or not?"
"Nope, ask someone else," the Devidramon nonchalantly said, turning around and beginning to walk away. He stopped when Barachiel grabbed his wrist firmly. The Devidramon sneered and looked over his shoulder. "Bug off, ya pest. I told ya I don't know where he is. I'm not lying."
"My necklace," Barachiel said in a flat, cold tone.
"What necklace?" he asked, trying to play dumb.
Barachiel glared at him and twisted his arm behind his back so the Devidramon dropped the pendants into his hand.. "This one."
"We had a deal!" the dragon protested.
"The deal was you gave us information in exchange for this. You gave us nothing," the DinoBeemon said, releasing him with a push.
"You got spunk, pal. And skill. How'd you like to sign up in my tournament? You could be the next Khep Aeolus someday!" the Devidramon suggested.
"Not in this lifetime and certainly not in the next, either," Barachiel replied in irritation, turning his back to him. He placed the necklace back around his neck. "And I do not have 'spunk'..."
He looked up at the others. "Well, that didn't work... I suppose we should keep trying," he said. "We'll probably need to eat at some point too, as much as the idea of getting food from around here repels me..."
Last edited by Griff4815; 28th February 2011 at 4:37 PM.
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