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Post by AnT on Mar 29, 2013 11:54:53 GMT -5
And the Bakemon, while cheering with heightened spirits, scattered off. Meanwhile, Phantomon hovered over to Myotismon. "My lord, I am most curious of the aurora that hovers over the city. It seems related to the Digital World."
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Post by Alien-Child on Mar 29, 2013 12:06:00 GMT -5
DemiDevimon, giddy started to flap away with the Bakemon and other digimon minions they have brought.
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Post by YolkaEd on Mar 29, 2013 12:17:17 GMT -5
While he was about to leave, hearing Phantomon conversing with Myotismon piqued his curiosity, and he hid behind a wall to overhear the conversation. "...hm..." A small hum escaped his lips as he folded his arms. "...perhaps it's a sign that the worlds are already merging together? If that's the case, then our goals are proceeding smoother than I expected..."
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Post by AnT on Mar 29, 2013 12:19:05 GMT -5
"How is that possible, my lord?"
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Post by YolkaEd on Mar 29, 2013 12:23:01 GMT -5
"...I have a theory..." he mused, as he rubbed his chin in thought. "...it may have been the first or second time... but the opening of that gate may have proven to weaken the border between the real world and the Digital World. Perhaps the Digidestined failing to pursue us properly has weakened it further..." His eyes narrowed slightly as he overheard this.
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Post by AnT on Mar 29, 2013 12:25:19 GMT -5
"Perhaps you are correct, my lord." he said, bowing.
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Post by YolkaEd on Mar 29, 2013 12:31:12 GMT -5
A chuckle escaped his lips. "If that truly is the case, then the Digidestined have served more to aid me than to stop me..." With that, he gave Phantomon a nod. "...when night falls, have my carriage ready. I intend to see what this human city has to offer..." With a silent hum to himself, he vanished down a hallway before he could be spotted.
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Post by AnT on Mar 29, 2013 12:32:10 GMT -5
"At once, my lord." And he faded away.
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Post by YolkaEd on Mar 29, 2013 12:35:51 GMT -5
With a chuckle, he turned to walk off into his own chambers; a smirk crossing his lips. ...everything's going according to plan...
With the meeting adjourned, Wizardmon stood on his own within the makeshift headquarters, eying the crest he was holding with a small hum. ...if we find the last child... then... And a thought crossed his mind. ...now where has she gotten herself to...? He glanced around.
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