Homer Suga the Dynasmon
"A psychologist, eh," Sawyer said, as he looked at him up and down. "I can't say you look the part."
"I agree with that," Homer said. "I certainly didn't expect to gain the power of the dragons in my next form."
He thought about that for a moment. Now that he actually dwelled upon it, his form made some sense. He was around his sister often, and then there were her squad mates who were also dragons. His body likely assimilated some of their data, and only had enough to influence his evolution by the time he evolved into this.
"Me? I'm just a sewer rat from good old Argentum, not some long-lost heir to the Empire's Golden Throne or anything like that, yeah." Sawyer continued, gesturing rather wildly with one hand while the other fiddle with a peel of the banana on his head. "Serious, I'm just kidding about that last part. Nope, I just play and tinker with the scrap everyone else throws away."
"I see." He observed his can and only now realized it was on some makeshift trolly. Efficient, Homer thought.
Then Sawyer said, "So, how'd you end up in this revolution mess? I got dragged along for the ride with Finn."
The moment Sawyer asked that question, he flinched, bad memories bubbling up once again. But he quickly shook his head before they could do more, but it was still clear his composure was broken. He took a deep breath in, then out.
"I uh...had a friend, he...he saw through the Empire's lies...and one of...my colleagues killed him before my eyes." He sighed. "I attacked my colleague in rage but I couldn't defeat her, so then I left to say my farewells to my sister when I nearly saw her killed by Arcades." At this point, his composure was finally returning, and he looked more like himself, if not a little saddened. "We barely escaped with out lives. We decided to join the Realmless,*and the rest, as they say, is history."
He let out another sigh. "Excuse my attitude, but the memories are still fresh in my mind..."
(OOC: I'll end the conversation after one more response from Sawyer so this doesn't drag out)
Suranuras Suga the OmniShoutmon
En Route to Ironclad
They soon moved on after a few minutes. The patrols were starting to become more frequent as they went, and their less graceful Ronin were making the chances of being caught higher. They were almost spotted twice because of them. If it weren't for the Crowmon, well, she was sure there would be some scrambling. She was just close enough to Goliath's group to pick up some of their conversation. The main thing she could understand was that Surrak suggested on outright fighting them, getting rid of them all.
Sura barely restrained her scoff.
Even she, someone who liked a good fight herself, knew that was a risky idea at best, at worst, stupid one. From what she could see, there were plenty of Sealsdramon in many of the patrol troops. Sure, they could defeat them all, but there were many, and they weren't stupid. They knew it would be better to retreat and warn others about an incoming threat than stay and fight a group consisting mostly of Mega-leveled Digimon. And the Sealsdramon were some of the best Champions in getting around without being noticed. She knew that. She was friends with one. Besides, did they really need to kill them all? Wasn't that what they were fighting against? Senseless slaughter?
It seemed Jaeger shared her sentiments of the stupidity of the idea, while Emmara shared hers of the morality of it. She could faintly see Surrak hang his head down in what she assumed to be shame. She couldn't help herself from smiling softly. That was a good sign. He didn't let his love for battle completely override the value of life. But then she frowned. She thought of all the Digimon--okay, most of the Digimon she had fought as a D-Brigade member over the course of her job. The lives she took...they were probably just like these Realmless. They saw through the Empire's deception, and she had slain them. She felt bad about that, but she thought the best way to repay them would be to see through their goal: bring the Empire down.
With her resolve renewed once again, she heard ofGoliath's plan. She smiled. She was glad she was convinced by her brother to join, Goliath was certainly someone she wouldn't mind serving.
"Take 'em down!"
She sprung into action. She dashed towards a seemingly empty patch of greenery before elbowing into it, earning her a grunt. Before the Sealsdramon could do anything, she followed it up with a punch to the back of its head. The Digimon's head collided with a tree, promptly knocking it out. Another was speeding off. She was about to attack it as well, until something hit it.
She blinked. It was Homer. He had swooped onto the target before throwing it against a tree. Then he knocked it out with his own punch. Her smile got brighter. Homer was getting better at fighting. But...that didn't mean she'll let him out-compete her.