Search results

"This was but a temporary nexus," remarked Admon. Little surprise that one so versed in dimensions could assess that. "A crossroads as fleeting as life itself. Now that its purpose seems to be fulfilled, there is little need for it to exist. Of course, life is cyclical. As one leaves, another...

Admon sighed and shook his head. He appeared about to say something, but remained in solemn silence. There was a flicker as something very similar that he used to enter flashed, but he appeared to think better of it and it faded. He wore a frown of pity. "Well." He started, pausing to consider...

He blinked. "O-oh. That is your real name? Sorry, I'd assumed it was the name of the form that you were just in." He's a little flustered, was that genuine? Admon does cringe a bit when the subject of a hybrid comes up. But he laughs. "It's funny you say that. I was going to destroy that...

He tilts his head toward the impromptu snowball fight. "Interesting. This is only simulated, and yet, the snow appears to be as real as is believed. Shame I can't bring Wyn here. They love snowball fights." "You know. ♫Digimon! ♫Digital Monsters! ♫Digimons are the champions?" He pauses...

He waved. "Ah, long time no see. I can tell it's you, whatever you're calling yourself now. It's been about...mmm, eighty-some-odd from my world's perspective, about three hundred from my own, but many more from yours." The one known as Admon Aviaticus chuckled, talking to her like an old...

"I'm imagine it was something to the effect of," and with this the stranger-by-the-moment man clears his throat, appears to meditate for a second, and gives a chillingly accurate (as well as chilling in general) impression. "Kn̵e̷e̴l̸ ̷b̴e̵f̶o̴r̴e̴ ̷t̶h̴y̶ ̴k̶i̶n̵g̴ ̵o̴r̶ ̶p̷e̵r̵i̵s̴h̸."

"Ah, the Golden King. Right, right." The man nods and retrieves a parasol from his bag moments before the Rain Dance starts. "Well, you're a very Hoopa-like Hoopa, Hoopa. But how do we know you didn't use a waterproof paint~?" It's clear he's just teasing, but...

The strange man with a powerful presence cracks a smirk. "Oh, there's plenty of them out there," he says, without specifying which of them he's talking about.

"You're quite welcome~" he said, going to the teapot. He fixed himself a cup and took a sip. "Dandelion? Hm. Well, I suppose variety is the spice of life."

"You should try a hundred legs sometime~" the stranger playfully said to Shiron. He turned to NEO. "As for your little problem with not being able to keep it down, it is the power of raging flames. In simple terms, think of it as your spirit flaring up while on the brink of defeat in attempt to...

"Another trap for unwary souls..." A man appearing to be in his late 20s simply walks into the plane from a rip in midair, dropping the rest of the way at about half the expected speed. With dark hair and brown eyes, he wore a plain red and white robe, looking sort of vaguely Eastern to the...