#justice for ankylomon

[slutpoppers]

Armadimon evolves to Ankylomon

Digimon Adventure 02 (2000)

[hologramblue]

chatting with friends about a crestswap au of 02 turned into thinking about the ~narrative~ potential of everyone being able to jogress with everyone, which turned into original digimon do not steal, which turned into slapdash doodling of some design elements that might be cool and fun

Sekhmon - A Holy Dragon Digimon that Jogress-evolved from XV-mon and Tailmon. It has a ferocious fighting spirit and unquenchable sense of justice, but its rambunctious, hot-headed personality causes it to get carried away, destroy its surroundings, and pick unnecessary fights. To make itself more easygoing, it gorges itself on food and takes long naps in the sun. If worst comes to worst, the Holy Ring on its tail, normally the source of its holy power, will reprimand it with a pinch or sedate it with serene energy if it flies out of control.

other concepts: ankylomon + aquilamon = condormon, a bird based on the condor nazca lines and made up of a single, flexible, very strong engraved sheet of chrome digizoid that can fold itself into a 3d shape or fold out flat for stealth, distance soaring, etc

[bandainamcous]

Digi-Destined! While hackers struggle to control the Digital World, Nokia Shiramine has risen to protect the Digimon who are being used as tools. Dive into the epic story of Nokia’s team “Rebellion”, as it works to spread justice for Digimon suffering like Agumon and Gabumon - two Digimon who were banished from the digital world! Meanwhile, get to know Chitose Imai and his brave partner Digimon Ankylomon, who is both the vice leader of the hacker team Hudie and the leader of information warfare.

Plus, assert your dominance in Territory Battle Quest by using your team of hackers to mark territories with your signature emblems. During this time, your team’s Relationship Level can grow as you interact with them, which can lead to unlocking new items and story elements!

Digimonstory Cyber Sleuth Hacker's Memory is coming to PS4 and PS VITA early 2018.

[satoshi-mochida]

The latest issue of V-Jump introduces two new characters and a new system set to appear in Digimon Story: Cyber Sleuth Hacker’s Memory.

The first character is Nokia Shiramine, who appeared in the original Digimon Story: Cyber Sleuth. She has a strong sense of justice and hates crooked things, and forms a group called the “Rebels” in order to protect Digimon. Her Digimon partners are Agumon and Gabumon, who came to the real world for an important reason, but their memory is unclear.

The second is a brand new character named Chitose Imai. The sub-leader of Hudíe, he is described as sociable and the mood maker of the team. His partner Digimon is Ankylomon, a Digimon whose body is covered with hardened skin and whose protuberances are also very tough.

The new system is called “Territory Battle Quests,” which are battles for power in the dungeon where the goal is to repaint the opposing team’s emblem and expand your territory, which having offers various support effects in battle. You’ll clear the quest by defeating the leader of the opposing team. You’ll receive a reward for doing so, and you can also take a guest character along.

Digimon Story: Cyber Sleuth Hacker’s Memory is due out for PlayStation 4 and PS Vita in 2017 in Japan, and in early 2018 in North America and Europe.

[localmurders]

i wanted to write a thing for the maybe-fake-maybe-not kyousei leaks :’’) here’s your daily dose of pain (theres also an accompanying art piece down there because i have no self control)

this is mostly just a load of unbeta’ed self-indulgence but @thisisthee-n-d​ i also had you in mind when writing it so ( ´ ▽ ` )ﾉ

THIS IS SUPPOSED TO TAKE PLACE DIRECTY FOLLOWING SOUSHITSU SO OBVIOUSLY THERE ARE SPOILERS FOR FILMS 1-4 AND POTENTIALLY 5!!

“Stop pretending that you care,” It wasn't a demand. More of a statement.

HolyAngemon smashed into the side of one of the ice cliffs, sheets of ice shattering in symphony. The light of evolution engulfed him as he reverted, Patamon lying heaving on his side under a small heap of ice shards.

“Patamon!!” Takeru ran towards where Patamon lay, tripping over himself in his rush. He slid to his knees beside Patamon and scooped the little digimon into his arms. Patamon raised his head and buried himself in Takeru’s shirt with a whine.

“Takeru, I'm sorry. Just when we could finally help out too…” Takeru shook his head and clutched Patamon to his chest, pressing his face to the top of Patamon’s head.

“You have nothing to be sorry for, Patamon. You did so good. I'm so proud of you.” Patamon nuzzled into Takeru and smiled hugely.

Meicrackmon’s screech broke through the air, her form darting left and right with blinding speed as she ricocheted off of Garudamon’s outstretched arm and towards Atlurkabuterimon’s horn, glowing with the beginnings of an attack.

Patamon frowned deeply at the sky, crackling with negative energy, flashes of deep purple and red pulsing through the swirling mass of clouds like lightning.

Meicrackmon let out another horrible yowl, body shaking with exertion as she surged forward towards Garudamon again.

Taichi stumbled into view, Koromon in his arms. The baby digimon’s eyes were drooping and he looked utterly exhausted. He must've been, because he wasn't complaining about being taken from the fight.

“Takeru, we need to get out of here, we aren't prepared for this!! At this rate, Yamato will…” he gave a worried look over his shoulder where, as if on cue, MetalGarurumon flew into the steep incline of ice, falling to the ground as ice collapsed on top of him. He struggled to stand, bits of debris cascading from his shoulders with a sharp hiss and the crack of crumbling ice. Yamato wasn't far behind, sprinting towards the huge wolf with a bitter frown on his face, thinly veiling the concern for his partner.

Taichi turned back, eyebrows upturned.

“Mimi and Jyou went for Meiko, and we need all the help we can get securing a way out. Sora found a distortion the leads back towards the forest but who knows how long it’ll be there for. We need to get everyone together as quickly as possible, and Mimi and Jyou will probably need some more help. We've gotta-” Taichi tapered off, staring past Takeru, mouth slack. Takeru’s expression turned to confusion and he turned to look behind him.

Clouds of ice fog flurried from where the dust was still figuratively settling, a rough indent marring the ice where HolyAngemon had crashed.

A boy was huddled towards the tail end of the valley, cornered by massive chunks of ice. He was curled in on himself, shaking his head back and forth madly. His hands shielded his ears from the sounds of mayhem around him.

His middle school uniform was black and stood out against the bright, translucent blue of the ice cliffs. Beside him sat a pale yellow baby digimon, frills pointed upwards in alertness.

Takeru's eyes went wide.

“Is that…” Taichi managed, his grasp on Koromon going a fraction tighter.

Takeru took a shaky step forward, Patamon climbing up to perch on his shoulder, anxiously flitting his wings.

There wasn't- he couldn't-

“...Iori?” Takeru’s hands were shaking. He fisted them at his sides in an attempt to make them stop. The boy didn't respond, going on with his disturbed shaking. Takeru took a few steady steps forward before he lapsed into nervous stumbles again.

“Iori!!” Takeru called, louder this time. Something in him snapped into place and he broke haphazardly into a run. Patamon clung to his collar, startled by the sudden lurch.

The boy went rigid, then raised his head and Takeru’s run faltered, almost came full stop. Hell, it was Iori. Without a doubt. His familiar green eyes, swimming with fear, dark lines etched under them. The spray of freckles across his nose. His hair was a bit longer than Takeru remembered it, reaching further down the back of his neck and falling over his ears and cheeks. His face was more angular too, the baby fat not entirely gone, but definitely on its way.

But, something was wrong.

Upamon was silent, sitting very still and looking straight up at Iori like he was before. It was almost like he didn't realize Takeru was there. Iori gently picked him up in his arms and rose cautiously, bracing himself with his back against the ice. He was still badly shaking, despite how his eyes had hardened at the sight of Takeru and Taichi, who had followed Takeru after Iori had been identified.

Takeru skid to a stop in front of Iori, mind fuzzy from a cocktail of emotions; worry and fatigue and confusion and relief.

“Iori,” he said again, soft and heavy.

“Takaishi,” Iori returned, aloof and not at all like Takeru had expected. His voice had dropped an octave thanks to puberty, and but it wasn't that that made him shudder. There was something else. A layer of anger underneath Iori’s voice, buzzing just beneath the word. This wasn't the first time Takeru had heard it. He thought back to BlackWarGreymon, and Iori’s stubborn defiance. They'd both been a lot younger then, though, and Takeru supposed he'd thought Iori would grow out of the bulk of it naturally, that childish, borderline reckless part of him that yearned so earnestly for justice. No, that part of Iori wasn’t anything new, but what was new was that the cold anger was very obviously directed at him.

“Iori how are you here? It's dangerous! Where have you even been all this time?” Takeru’s head was reeling with questions. He took another step forward and reached out to take Iori’s arm and help support him, but Iori jerked away, holding Upamon to his chest almost protectively.

“Stop pretending that you care,” It wasn't a demand. More of a statement. Iori’s voice was deeply sad, and run through with that frigid anger from before.

Takeru staggered, taken aback.

“Wh-what are you talking about?” His voice sounded hysterical even to his own ears. He could feel Taichi’s eyes boring holes into the back of his skull.

“You don't care about me. I know, so you don't have to act like you do anymore.” Iori said simply. Takeru’s confused smile faded.

“How long have I been gone? Days, weeks, months? Would it even matter?” Iori ground out. His eyes flashed violent purple, the data at the ends of his fingers distorting momentarily, dotted red with corruption. Takeru drew in a stuttering breath.

“Iori, you-”

“It's bad, it's really really bad. Daisuke and the others, they,” Iori choked on the rest of the sentence, breaking off into a short, bitter laugh. He clutched his face in his hands, Upamon hopping up onto his shoulder and turned to face them. Its irises were consumed entirely by an unearthly white.

Patamon shivered from his position on Takeru’s shoulder, shaken up at Upamon’s appearance. He pressed into the crook of Takeru’s neck. Takeru heard Taichi shift behind him.

Meicrackmon’s presence was reaffirmed by a pained shriek as she swung wildly at Garudamon’s wing and was knocked aside by the latter’s sharp kick. Atlurkabuterimon roared threateningly as Meicrackmon turned towards him.

Iori looked at Patamon on Takeru’s shoulder, eyes slanting upwards in an open display of misery.

“Jogress partners, huh?” He murmured. “But it's not like you bothered to look for me did you, Takeru-san.” Iori spat the honorific like it was something vile. His data wavered again, alternating green and red, trying desperately to right itself. An ouroboros. A faint, purplish aura emerged, contorting and curling around Iori's limbs.

Iori's eyes went dark and he looked down, voice lowering back to that soft, sad tone from before.

“I have to wonder, were we ever really friends in the first place?”

Takeru was frozen in place, pupils blown and body shaking. Takeru felt Taichi draw up beside him.

“Iori, Takeru, we need to go now. There's no time. You can do this later, both of you!” Taichi said fiercely, looking anxiously behind him again, where Atlurkabuterimon had landed on the edge of one of the ice cliffs, nursing one of his legs gingerly after Meicrackmon had landed a nasty blow.

“To hell with that!!” Iori snarled, drawing his fists closer to his chest, assuming an offensive stance. “You’re crazy if you think I'll go anywhere with you after you, you abandoned us!!”

“We didn't abandon you!!” Takeru fought back the tears stinging at the corners of his eyes. He clenched his jaw so hard it hurt.

“We didn't- I didn't-”

“What was it than? Did you just forget about me altogether?” Iori demanded. His right hand sunk down to his waist where Takeru saw his fingers clasp around his D-3.

“Iori please!! I don’t want to fight you! Come with us so we can get this all sorted out! Please!” Takeru’s voice broke towards the end, and barrier that had been holding back his tears broke with it. He hadn’t meant for this, hadn’t meant for any of this. Hell, if he could just go back and make things right-

Everything seemed to go absolutely silent, the sounds of the fight and Taichi and Patamon frantically calling his name fading into the background until they were as numb as Takeru felt.

“I don’t know what I ever saw in you.”

Ankylomon’s blank white eyes stared mindlessly. Stared straight through Takeru like he wasn’t even there.

Meicrackmon let out a piercing cry that sounded for all the world like death itself.

Far past them where the valley met the bank, Gennai sauntered past, Meiko’s limp body thrown over his shoulder. Strands of Mimi’s hair between his fingers and flecks of Jyou’s blood on his hands. He shot Takeru a knowing grin and then he was gone.