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Who: Daigo Kazama, Mephismon
What: One Tamer, ordered to the Dark Area Capitol
When: Friday, January 30th, Evening
Where: Dark Capitol, Mephismon's Manor.
Daigo's presence had been requested in the Dark Capitol. Alone.
Such an invitation, delivered by a lithe, malevolent Lady Devimon, was one that he could not refuse. Daigo had little doubt that she would waste time with threats if he decided to turn her down, so he left his outpost in his gang's hands and went with her.
He had been expecting to have to ride a Devidramon all the way, like the last time he went to the capitol. When LadyDevimon swept him up in the shadows (in disturbing proximity, no less), he was caught off guard. Though only a few seconds passed, when the shadows finally cleared from around him, Daigo could scarely avoid scrambling away from her.
"In there," she told him, pointing past Daigo and paying no attention to his reaction. "Lord Mephismon is waiting. Do not keep him, or you won't see me again before I kill you."
She faded from view with a only a sinister giggle then, and Daigo turned his head. He wasn't quite sure what he'd been expecting, but it certainly wasn't the building that towered over him. It was a Victorian mansion, and Daigo was standing on a brightly lit walkway, framed with ivy-covered pillars that led to a towering front door.
As Daigo walked through the front doors of the manor, he felt tiny for the first time in a long while.
All part of the ambiance, I'm sure, he thought to himself, and he swallowed a breath and steeled himself.
"Mephismon," he said with only a slightly raised voice, looking around for his host. "I've come as you requested."
What: One Tamer, ordered to the Dark Area Capitol
When: Friday, January 30th, Evening
Where: Dark Capitol, Mephismon's Manor.
Daigo's presence had been requested in the Dark Capitol. Alone.
Such an invitation, delivered by a lithe, malevolent Lady Devimon, was one that he could not refuse. Daigo had little doubt that she would waste time with threats if he decided to turn her down, so he left his outpost in his gang's hands and went with her.
He had been expecting to have to ride a Devidramon all the way, like the last time he went to the capitol. When LadyDevimon swept him up in the shadows (in disturbing proximity, no less), he was caught off guard. Though only a few seconds passed, when the shadows finally cleared from around him, Daigo could scarely avoid scrambling away from her.
"In there," she told him, pointing past Daigo and paying no attention to his reaction. "Lord Mephismon is waiting. Do not keep him, or you won't see me again before I kill you."
She faded from view with a only a sinister giggle then, and Daigo turned his head. He wasn't quite sure what he'd been expecting, but it certainly wasn't the building that towered over him. It was a Victorian mansion, and Daigo was standing on a brightly lit walkway, framed with ivy-covered pillars that led to a towering front door.
As Daigo walked through the front doors of the manor, he felt tiny for the first time in a long while.
All part of the ambiance, I'm sure, he thought to himself, and he swallowed a breath and steeled himself.
"Mephismon," he said with only a slightly raised voice, looking around for his host. "I've come as you requested."