Post by Hewlett on Mar 8, 2010 15:13:28 GMT -5
Baihumon stormed through his caverns like the force of nature he was, anger and frustration dominating his thoughts. His brothers could not see the danger - would not see the danger. They were too jaded - too lazy, too tired, too lost to see that there was darkness afoot. They had not even responded to the shattering of the City of Legends.
Now he knew. He'd seen. Seraphimon had minions; he had plans. And Baihumon knew that his brothers would not necessarily listen to him.
So he would follow the Crisis Procedure anyway. Then he'd talk to them.
He arrived at his den, a cavern of smoothly burnished Chrome Digizoid, and went straight to his data font. He used but a fraction of his power and solidified the power to Digivolve, the power to cross worlds, into a collection of devices. He smiled. He saw in one moment the immensity of the world beyond his own, a world of flesh and blood. He saw those who could help stop the crisis, and he called them. Made Crests based on their personalities, and hid them so that they may earn them. Sent them the Digivices and called them to the Lost Islet, where they could begin their journey.
He summoned residents of the isle to the entry points, residents who would complement their partners to no end. He had chosen his children. Chosen their partners. Crisis Procedure had concluded.
Now he knew. He'd seen. Seraphimon had minions; he had plans. And Baihumon knew that his brothers would not necessarily listen to him.
So he would follow the Crisis Procedure anyway. Then he'd talk to them.
He arrived at his den, a cavern of smoothly burnished Chrome Digizoid, and went straight to his data font. He used but a fraction of his power and solidified the power to Digivolve, the power to cross worlds, into a collection of devices. He smiled. He saw in one moment the immensity of the world beyond his own, a world of flesh and blood. He saw those who could help stop the crisis, and he called them. Made Crests based on their personalities, and hid them so that they may earn them. Sent them the Digivices and called them to the Lost Islet, where they could begin their journey.
He summoned residents of the isle to the entry points, residents who would complement their partners to no end. He had chosen his children. Chosen their partners. Crisis Procedure had concluded.