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Glitched Symphonies Are Still Symphonies

Ch. 5 Karen Initiates A Divine Throwdown (Take On Your Mantle, Take Up Your Mask, Unsheathe Your Axe, Your Crown Awaits)

A chapter from my Digimon/Accidental Magical Girl CYOA fanfic that no one asked for but I wanted to post because of how long this has been rolling in my head. I made this chapter long before writing the rest of this story. No past reading required.

IMPORTANT CHARACTERS LIST: Royal Knights (Lamorak Hakii the Jesmon, Safir Auf Hakimi the Gankoomon, Galahad the long suffering Alphamon, Lanval the Gallantmon, Cador of the Forts of Snow the Sleipmon, Dinadin the Craniamon, Gawain the murder twink Duftmon, Rhododendron Azalis the second murder twink Crusadermon, Tristan the Omnimon, Tor the sane one Magnamon)

Dragon's Roar Dominion (Avista the Lighdramon, Sovereign the Imperialdramon: Paladin Mode, Vortigern Balmug the UlforceVeedramon X, Ki'ninnia Lef Lethen the ShineGreymon, Mordha mac Tomais the Hexeblaumon, Aisling Ó Baoighill the Examon)

Cathode Banquet Hall (Vermillion Qotugah the Chaosdramon, Ponz the Clockmon, Joyce our Lucky Protagonist)

=+=

There’s no fucking way this is a closet.

The walls were reinforced Digizoid. Shoulder slamming the door got me zilch. Stomping my boot told me everything was Digizoid, a series of gears and chains echoing in my ears. I’d transform and break out barehanded but cameras?? Hello? I’m not crazy enough to think that Lamorak is instantly going to okay me after seeing my actual skin.

A few more stomps roughly mapped my cell. I’m literally right below stage on a goddamn lift and unless Ponz’s instructions were dead wrong I’m pretty sure the theatre’s supposed to be packed right now. I kept checking my phone during lunch to avoid getting stuck in the crowd.

Wait, my phone. Fumbling in my pockets got me cursing at the lack of light. Seriously, what was going on?

Ponz…fuck, I can’t call him. Texting won’t work, not when he’s on security surveillance. Only contact I know attending is…

=+=

In the middle of a bustling dinner auditorium, Lamorak desperately tries to pretend he isn’t falling asleep. Rhododendron warned him but no one could’ve prepared him for the absurdity of a performer who adored hearing her own voice! Long romantic solos in Ithic, tragic loves interspersed dry histories in Ash, he’s begging for Sir Tor to light this hour!

Traditionally, he’d use sap or juice to symbolize sustenance of the Tree (Her gift, His mercy, Their blood, Its strength) but spiced cider syllabub sufficed. Lightly bowing his head, he took a dollop. Yggdrasil, You whose roots stabilize our existence, whose leaf is but one of countless firmaments in our blazing cosmos. Spare Your children a glance in this pitiful plight.

~~Ping!~~

Head still bowed his communicator peeled out of his cape.

Blackmore’s Lament:

Finished work in Cathode. Got grabbed from behind. Saw shiny mask. Felt claws. Locked up on a lift below stage. Ask for Ponz.

Heh? Lamorak shot back to his itinerary lying next to his plate:

5:00 pm: Performance

Two—two minutes?!

He hissed between clenched teeth. A Royal Knight suddenly departing would attract attention, too much for an investigation no matter what excuse. Forwarding the message to his seniors was guaranteed, what he needed right now was speed. Luckily, competency and delegation came in spades.

“Ruska,” his communicator’s screen flashed, forwarding her text to his trusted Hand, “Bring this up to Vermillion and his staff. If anyone asks, tell them I sent you to complete preparations for our departure.”

“As you wish.”

=+=

RKL13:

Help is coming, but you need to hide. The show’s starting.

Show? What show? My ears strain but there’s not a peep above me. No footsteps, voices, nothing. I’m literally the only…one…here…

My BS senses are tingling. If someone isn’t playing games, I’ll eat Lamorak’s goggles. I hide (not that I can) and whatever they want goes into full effect, same if I awkwardly stand onstage without a word. Night gets ruined and I risk getting blamed for doing nothing, Lamorak and Ponz stuck in the crossfire.

Crreaaak

Beneath me the lift buckles, oiled gears commanding pulleys upwards where waxed floors split to chattering light.

It’s slow. I could jump off. Maybe shoulder-check the door and lie about hysterical strength and job necessities if anyone poked. Messy if cameras didn’t catch anything but I did everything expected of me in this scenario. I’m only human after all.

“I insist. Buy as much as you’d like—it’s my treat after having three meals on your bits.”

…

"I’m not a flawless mon. Consider: a front row seat to Saga getting battered for one of his secrets, Misfit’s tears, and general mayhem when Ropeo, BlueTea, and Jackalantern team up again.”

…but Meg…

“Take as long as you need. If it has as big of a payout as you said I’m sure it’ll be worth it.”

…

…Screw it. All in it is! Embrace thine inner nerd! I’d use mana to tilt my voice and become unrecognizable, but that’s pointless when too many people know me. Better to conserve for my performance…and possibly fight whoever tries to kill me.

I know my luck.

Down in the orchestra pit a yellow beaked bluenette did a doubletake from the conductor’s stand, his players equally befuddled at the tusked weirdo in their setup. Same, big man, same.

My newfound audience kept all eyes on me. Curious. Bewildered. Speculating.

Anticipating.

My eyes shut tight.

My hands gesture in slow deliberate motions.

My voice soars.

Oh violence once called me, I’ve answered before

I’d made many enemies, I’d settled my scores

But I did grow weary and I settled down

And proudly bore the weight of my crown

=+=

“Hey boss? Don’t want to cause a fuss but something’s up with the system. Multiple cameras are going…” Ponz paused at the array of Digimon inside Boss V’s office, hand glued to the door, “I can come back later?”

“Stay,” Boss V—Vermillion Qotugah ordered, attention devoted fully to the SaviorHackmon holding out a crystal leaf communicator and hunched Griffomon bowing his head.

What the hell? What was going-

-Fzzzzzz-

-on. Oh hey, the theatre cams came back! Is that Joyce? Drat, twins must’ve got to her. Guess you can’t win all…of…them…

I lived on my lonesome away in the far

Is…isn’t that the stage?

Where there was no violence to trouble my heart

What’s—what the-

I hung up my sword and I raised up my hoe

-WHAT WAS GOING ON???

And I lied as I said that I never would go

“Cathode Security Chief Naphtali Hagno,” his employer tore through grit teeth, “care to explain?”

=+=

Rhododendron bobbed his head. Oh, he had to recite this to Gaheris.

“Lamorak confirmed that Ruska is currently in talks with Vermillion,” Tor murmured, communicator stealthily camouflaged on his lap. Curious snoopers dismissed the flickering screen for stage lamps playing off Gold Digizoid, “Given her text I’m assuming she lacked space to flee.”

“Where did she get that mask?” Oh! He waved away Cador’s words, “Lamorak told me. She was invited to a masquerade after work.”

“Brave to play along,” Lanval whispered, gaze darting cross table and bard, “Galahad, if worst comes to pass, we needto take her in. Lamorak will undoubtedly jump to her defense and so will Safir, but two knights alone won’t be able to shield her from Sovereign’s wrath—we all know the Dominion’s general opinion regarding humans. Whoever claimed her would have to be highly ranked to chance convincing Sovereign to stay his hand. We can’t guarantee catching the culprit will sway his ire,” their intrepid leader met his oldest friend’s gaze in a fearsome clash, one Rhododendron cared little for. He had a silly wyvern to regale, and his source wasn’t stopping.

I followed him far to a distant land

Where he had been exiled by one single man

His horns they were wicked, his power was great

And you looked in his eyes and were swallowed by hate

Hmm. Horns belonged to a great deal of mon and hate a shared emotion, but what of ‘power?’ Did she mean the literal kind, brought by years of experience and further enhanced under the care of exotics and mentors, or a figurative sort rolled around favors and influence? Surely, her mention of exile nominated political influence, but horns were a source of pride and strength for their bearers! That his malice wrought the return of a mighty warrior merited no less than cunning and raw might in equal measure. An allusion to demons? Or a cautionary tale revolving around misunderstandings? A human equivalent of The Goatmon and the Darcmon?

Then of course we go to the warrior and their companion. Little spoken on the latter but ‘the people of order’ didn’t leave much to imagination. Audacious of her, introducing a controversial figure, one whom loved strongly as any Digimon to willingly abandon his hearth. In a way it reminded him of Johanna’s Lark, of the sorrowful Mega masquerading as a Champion (traditionally a Growlmon and Necromon) and the playful child who sought to bring their neighbor out of their shell.

A delectable conundrum wrapped in riddles.

A sensational debut for a rising star!

Her poise exuded worthiness belonging to a true poet, passion gushing forth movements precise in execution! Emphasizing, not distracting, her tale in every thrust, every sweep, every step! Not a shred of fear nor off-putting tremor! Lacking music accompaniment, she captivated her audience with naught but her voice, soldiers and statesmon steeped in a retired ancient lured into battle by sympathy for one they called friend whose vengeful motives were shrouded in mystery…what a thrilling intro!

“-hat of you, Dendron?”

“If Lamorak doesn’t officiate his claim, Gaheris, Dinadin, and I will.” Swirling his crescent white Rhododendron dried out his glass. Alas, a waiter informed him that his favorite wine had run out twenty minutes ago. Such a shame.

Why were his peers staring at him? They should be focusing onstage! Just because he had an immaculate memory didn’t mean he was going to recite for them!

=+=

Vortigern confessed to being a passionate mon.

It was in his data, a dramon of the heavens and the future present, for the holy Overwrite depended on positive emotions like joy, desire, and protectiveness to function. It exacerbated upon attaining the X-Antibody, drawing out his Ulforce to the fullest without excess strain at the cost of amplifying how he felt those emotions. Simple pleasures such as savoring a snack escalated to euphoria, compassion sending tingles down his tail, warmth rising to a fervor coiled around his Digicore.

Thus, it was to his hidden joy how he kept his cool despite whatever set his blood boiling, determination reigning over his heart.

Yet here he sat, listening to what he was almost certain was a human singing on about a self-professed anarchist.

He had zero qualms admitting his faults. He lost count of the times he admonished his mon for acting without thought and here he was repeating their failings. Clearly, he misjudged too swiftly.

I prepared for battle, I hoarded and schemed

But I did not know all was not what it seemed

My allies unstable, their loyalty thin

Yes, we would have victory, but what would we win?

What could be more appropriate an occasion between two forces of order than praising chaos’ downfall?

=+=

The battle was chaos, blood roared in my ear

A chain of explosions, they looked up with fear

They set up a leader and shouted hoorays

As I shuddered and realized that I'd been betrayed

What was happening anymore?!

In front of the surveillance screen Ponz pulled down the sides of his hood, his horrified whisper cresting to crescendo, “What is she doing?”A recurring quarter-centennial gala signifying Logres’ peace treaty with the Dominion, two nations who publicly counted themselves as a force of stability, and she chooses a song based on anarchy in front of the likes of the Mind of Yggdrasil and the Primal Sword of Law??? Sweet merciful Tree, Beast, and Angel, who needs zoom-in when his own unaugmented eyeballs caught bloody Ki’ninnia trying to scorch the stage through sheer willpower?

(Later, long after the sun reached its zenith, Ponz discovered that his auto recorder had captured her start to finish. His newest edition to his collection became his sole reprieve.)

Even the orchestra was in on it! When tapping private coms all they told Boss V was “it just felt right”—Shawujinmon weren’t oracles and Boss V sure as Dark Area didn’t hire any Baromons so how they knew what music to perform upon the first three minutes of opening was anyone’s guess.

Dark Area, Ruska’s explanation alone got Boss V flipping his can at security—preventing shit like this is what they paid for! And to add icing on the cake the curtains refused to budge! Somehow a damn bug snuck its way in, futzing controls when he first tried closing the stage early into Joy’s performance and jittering real-time footage stageward. Nothing a good wipe couldn’t fix but now his friend was stuck unless she wanted multiple VIPS calling out her name. Worse, Boss V souped-up alarms when it came to below stage, reasoning that if anyone wanted to start a mess or got stuck that was the spot. Breaching the door or surrounding walls triggered alarms instantly—you needed a key to get in, meaning whoever was responsible for this worked here. Whole reason Ponz wasn’t helping out his fellow camera jockeys scour records was because someone had to keep watch over this mess.

It was impossible for things to get worse than this.

Is this what you want, corruption and power?

Well I won’t stand for it, this is my hour!

Take on these beasts, I’m now friend to none

If you think you’re a hero, then DIE LIKE ONE!

Rhododendron’s tumbler cracked. Vortigern lightly scratched his tablecloth. Avista drained his glass. Lamorak’s tail fell flat.

Galahad frowned. Sovereign leaned in.

…Oh Yggdrasil.

=+=

Yggdrasil, have pity on Your children. Especially the fleshiest of them, who was currently doing her best to get her fool-self killed.

Is…is succeeding downwards a word? And—and that blade.

“Oh warrior hide, or else this is the end

They’ve bound up my wings and they hunt for your head

They promised me justice; but they’ll see you dead!”

Lamorak vowed to his Digicore that his friend’s tale deserved to be sung around the fire, stars their witness. It just wasn’t appropriate right now.

They came to me with an armed battalion And held an axe to my innocent stallion And said, "Now it is your turn to bow See how the king has fallen now"

Maintaining his calm, he took a mechanical bite out of his soup, pretending he couldn’t see the indescribable twitch in Tristan’s digitized WarGreymon arm nor Gawain’s stillness nor Dinadin’s scratching nor the suspicious silence reigning from Tristan’s far left, where august Galahad and fierce Rhododendron and kindly Lanval who’ll hopefully salvage this disaster alongside stalwart Tor and insightful Cador-

Ivory dazzles. Inwardly Lamorak keens.

They raised an anvil and laid me below

They thought to crush me painful and slow

But I did live, and I did flee

And I put my pick through the butcher’s teeth

And he definitely didn’t see Hinukamuy filching more alcohol.

=+=

I returned from battle all tattered and worn

And found at my doorstep a child forlorn

He told me his story, he told me his woes

As I thought up a plan for our mutual foes

Avista kept sipping. It was a decent blend, dark with just a hint of softness. Not his favorite but unless the staff suddenly swapped to Ymir’s Brightest he’d make do.

Frankly, this lass was the best thing to happen all day. No fuss, no bells, just a good old shanty that fit right in at home. Action, treachery, hope, payback. Daring to publicly admit anarchy in verse, but what’s life without a little risk?

I stealthily went to familiar lands

As I gathered my weapons and laid out my plans

But when the poor child spoke with friends he had known...

Admittedly, risk spoke for itself. “That’s a nice hair tie she’s got there.”

He didn’t respond, not that Avista expected him to. But he knew the mon long before silly titles got in the way—a slight depression in his cheeks, twinkling eyes rapt on stage, claws kept to himself instead of skating across armor, and sundry lack of physical tells stemming from boredom. Judging from the rest of the table he wasn’t alone in that matter. Some stared confused to the Dark Area and back, a clawful kept up a spectacular poker face, at least two wanted to bite her, and the rest were having fun. One enterprising officer a table down had been copying lyrics on what sounded like a ripped napkin.

Shame he couldn’t bring his recorder. Knucker’s gonna get a kick out of this.

He abandoned our mission and left me alone

Best to pop the young’uns bubble before the fire in them spiked.

“Funny. I recognize those pearls. Commissioned from Trident’s Landing, eh? Fancy,” laid a bit thick but piece of cake on who’d afford that. Expensive as hell Dominion exclusive digismiths worth their weight in Huanglong ore? Rare for a lucky mon to snag one of their weapons.

Rarer to convince them to use their skills outside manufacturing tools.

Jewelry? Not impossible.

Hair accessories? Damn impressive not getting kicked out on your arse.

Light dawned in multiple eyes, diverting glances across the room. Suspicion, dismay, perplexity, skepticism. Now chances of hotheads jumping too far slimmed and if Vortigern or Ki’ninnia wanted to ‘chat’ they’d have to bring it up with the mon responsible for her, and that’s before getting into her newfangled ponytail’s pièce de resistance. Brazen for anyone else.

Avista took another sip.

I gathered my hounds and made them devour

The allies I once knew; sweet friendships now sour

And let explosions rain from on high

As I watched them run and fight for their lives

Beneath Sovereign’s helm a fang broke free

=+=

Let it be stated that professional pride and personal slights do not run well on the battlefield.

They most certainly don’t outlast time. Over the years these unlikeliest of mon, divided by duties and opinions, came to an…not amicability. Too personal for their business.

Understanding? Of a sort. Their past delineated their future; necessary deeds for necessary times, regardless of consequences they accepted were necessary.

Tranquility? There is a very old human quote appropriate for this trio, “Reputation is what other people know about you. Honor is what you know about yourself… There is no more hollow feeling than to stand with your honor shattered at your feet while soaring public reputation wraps you in rewards. That’s soul destroying. The other way around is merely very, very irritating.”

If they cannot look into a mirror, stare and stand firm, why are they here?

Sympathy? ...How ironic, to reminisce in a banquet overflowing with tense emotion, stoic cores found in throes of sentiment.

Grieve not for a decision set in stone. Regret not what life afflicted you. Stand unashamed of what you know you’ve done to the fullest despite fate’s design. Alloy nostalgia in reality.

I reveled in victory, time passed in a blink

I took a new prodigy under my wing

I watched him grow bolder, I watched him grow brave

And I watched as they took him and locked him away

Accept you will fail anyways.

Mordha mac Tomais, Cador of Snow, and Aisling Ó Baoighill simultaneously ordered a bottle.

=+=

“Dear, I’ve run out of pap—thank you. Do you want a copy?”

A rescue was gathered, our plans were all honed

To save my apprentice and the man that I owed

All went as expected, we thought we'd escaped

But they grabbed my apprentice, and there he was slain

“Writing, Dinadin?” Tristan rumbled, “Gawain makes sense, but not you.”

“What do you think I’m doing,” he hissed back. He’ll fact-check later, right now he’s busy, “Unless you fancy reciting to Gaheris per verbatim?”

“Silence,” Gawain’s furiously swishing tail accentuated his irate hiss, “this mischief has gone on long enough. Dinadin, in exchange for proofreading your transcript I expect a duplicate. Lamorak, report.”

“Ponz reported a glitch blocking multiple stage cameras. Upon pulling up surveillance footage Vermillion identified our assailant as Aretha Stefanidi and her Panjyamon bodyguard Cruz Zel Magra. She was noted for her pettiness and entitlement, making obscene demands despite Vermillion constantly putting his foot down.” Even in the heat of the moment Lamorak put up an admirable front, “According to our host, he suspects she didn’t take well to the insinuation that an engineer’s voice outdid her’s. Having reinforced the door, she’s currently hiding in her room and refuses to leave without an apology. Ruska has corrected her. Despite this she’s…confident that the night will be ruined without her,” ding! “Cruz is a sorcerer.”

“Academic?” Safir prodded. The desert tribes bore impressive rituals and spells inspired by the scorching environment and glittering night sky, but the minute Lamorak brought up Stefanidi’s bodyguard, he’s grown unusually grim.

“Eosari. In Ruska’s words quote, “upon thrusting his sword into the ground a star-spangled wind threw waves of cold sand outwards. When we came to Aretha fled in perfect health, her sworn shield unconscious,” end quote. Vice, Ruska, Leng, and Cathode security are in pursuit.”

For a measly Ultimate the horde should’ve been overkill, moreso including three Knightly Hands. Vice lacked equals in tracking, Ruska traded words evenly as blades, and Leng whispered to be Galahad’s chosen successor.

Safir swore, “Zel’s for Gulapi—healers and shamans true, but we know them for their mhi’gretz, their deathwards. Did Ruska hear him say something along the line of ‘sacrifice is data and honor lies in duty?’”

“Unknown.”

“Tsk. Assume his ward’s under a spell, reactive or passive. Expect themes revolving around cold, stars, sky, and the line dividing survival and deletion. No, not life, the distinction’s important.”

My rage and my grief flared brighter than flame

I charged the warden, but he fled the blame

And I did swear as he did flee

I'd avenge the one he took from me

Miraculously Gawain’s pen didn’t stab through the table, “Tristan, direct your MetalGarurumon contingent to scan sea and sky. Warn them against Polyphony.”

“We’ll avoid solo patrols,” he inclines his head, “Odds of her being a saboteur or leaking confidential information?”

I tracked down the man to the edge of the world

With enemies turned allies, his white flag unfurled

We dragged him back and left him to rot

And I returned from the carnage I wrought

Gawain’s eyebrows conveyed all that needed to be said.

=+=

“What’cha doin’?” Yael winced, the WereGarurumon plucking another splinter out of his thick fur. His Fumamon colleague merely flicked her tail, concentrating on keeping her camcorder locked on target. “No seriously, why aren’t you outside?”

Oh woe to thee, ye people of order

I hope your homes continue to smolder

And that you'll never rise again

And beware of me and beware of my friends

“Making sure we can get a profit out of this.”

=+=

And now I am here, at my journeys end

Fate comes for us all, and I’m not exempt

But I will not weep for I know in my mind

The extent of the legacy I leave behind

“Ahhh. Shame it’s ending so soon, huh Hinukamuy?” Safir wiped his beard free of foam, “Good while it lasted,” popping in his last flower bun he lightly elbowed his student, “isn’t that right Lam?”

“What do you mean Master?” Tch, his brat’s gone soft in the head if he thought fooling his old mon was that easy. “You sound like Joyce is going to disappear. Are you okay? Did you drink too much? You know you need to watch yourself better if you want to keep your data stimulated, right?”

“…Brat-”

A most loyal legion

Ten million strong

All of my deeds, now exalted in song

And since I’ve abolished the domains of men

I ascend to the heavens to do it again

Safir raised his glass. Now that’s a stanza to live by. Let Galahad and the others worry about consequences. Good things are exactly that—good.

=+=

Oh woe to thee, ye People of Order

I hope your homes continue to smolder

And that you’ll never rise again

Now leave me be for this is the end

Silence.

A clap rings out once, twice, thrice, echoing the same sonorous clang. I fought off a grin.

The next to clap is thick and heavy, “About damn time we got something fun in this hall!” Safir dissolved uproariously.

“First time I’ll agree with the drunkard,” claps a third gleaming white, “Bravo, bravo! To think we’d finally have entertainment worthy of a celebration!”

“A splendid show!” Clapped fourth pink woven gold.

Silence shattered. The hall ruptured.

I couldn’t bow fast enough for curtainfall.

#minecraft #creative writing #writing #my fics #Woe To The People Of Order lyrics by the Shiny Snivy Knight of Endale and jerakaigamez #Technoblade cosplay saving awkward woman in front of Digital's higher echelons #Closing eyes to deal with stage fright and old traumas #Technoblade is now a musical #Digimon #Royal Knights #Sovereign is not the same Paladin who founded the RKs but he sure as fuck is unafraid to screw with God's son on who the favorite child is #Or fake flirt to spiral pseudo-incest rumors or generally be a smug refined gentleshit

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