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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Mar 31, 2016 21:25:30 GMT
Elliot watched as Susu knelt down. For some reason, he didn't like the feeling in his gut. It felt way too dramatic of a moment, and he just knew it would likely end in something stupid and dangerous. His gut hunch was right, unfortunately, and Susu soon started charging off with net in hand like she was going to be the #1 Ghostbusting World Champion. He turned after her, calling "Susu, wait!" but it was far too late. By now the girl had long bolted after the trail of destruction, unflinching even in the face of the graves the Bakemon had desecrated and trees it had clawed out. Elliot tried to follow her, but he was far too slow. His crutch was no match for her sheer determination, and soon she was little more than an excitable pink speck in the distance. There was no way he was catching her.
At least, not in this form.
He sighed as he unpocketed his Digivice, looking hesitantly around to make sure nobody was staring at him. As much as he was hoping not to break it out, he knew it was either that or risk letting his new friend get hurt. He held it close to his chest, in hopes of smothering the bright light that it tended to kick up, and squeezed his eyes shut as he transformed on his own for the very first time. The familiar cocoon of light enveloped him, and soon only a Veemon was left standing, alone besides the graves and looming trees. Now with renewed purpose, he squeezed his fists shut to stop them from sweating and ran off after the trail.
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Maybe if Isaac knew of the Bakemon's reluctance, he would have stopped trying to dodge. That would have easily allowed him to keep running, if not all night long than at least for a significant period of time. Instead, the boy's ducks, dips, and weaves were each taking hefty tolls on his stamina. He tried to make his movements as slight as possible, but the fatigue was starting to reap benefits for his pursuer. Crisp dodges turned into heavy-footed stumbles, and one ill-fated juke lead to a demonic claw nearly scraping him across the arm. If he hadn't yanked his arm out of the way at the last minute he would've had a nasty gash running up the limb. Instead, all he had was the chilling numbness of the grave. Not even the warmth of the quivering egg was enough to get feeling back into it. His footsteps were slowing as well, and the distance between him and the Bakemon was getting smaller by the minute.
It was time to get desperate. Isaac slung the egg under one shoulder and fished out his phone with another, quickly pulling up a Youtube video in between dodges. His target for today was the most unpleasant, distorted, and self-reverbing roar that he could find. Thankfully, the internet had plenty of prank videos designed to shock unsuspecting people, each filled with cheesy monster faces and unpleasant screaming. Usually, they were only good for giving Elliot nightmares. Today, they'd quite possibly be his salvation. Upon finding one, he wheeled around in order to face the Bakemon head on. "Sonic Carnage!" he roared as he smashed the play button, a horrible scream ripping through the graveyard. He stood his ground for a few seconds, making it seem as if he was he one yelling so hideously, before promptly turning and running. Would those few seconds of catching his breath be the second wind he needed, or nothing more than false courage?
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Post by Sunada Sumiko on Mar 31, 2016 22:22:30 GMT
Susu was a bolt of lightning in comparison to her more handicapped friend, whom she'd utterly forgot had a crutch that would hold him back. To be fair, she hadn't noticed it, Elliot was a beacon of liveliness with a great personality to boot. It really drew her attention away from such a menial thing as physical handicaps. Thusly she only slowed down when she noticed a distinct lack of footsteps trudging behind her. A moment of observing later, and now she was standing alone in the middle of a dessicated cemetery, snow and rocks littering about the area. "Hm... Well I guess it's fine to be scared..." she would say in a shrugging mannerism. That is until she saw a little blue thing turn a corner. She would squint a bit at it, "What's that?" As the small creature got closer, she would try and get more details, "Nope... definitely not a ghost. But that's not a human either..." Continuing to observe, she'd tick off another option, "And it's not a dog." But this was a distraction, she would remember that she needed to get that ghost! She would suddenly turn tail and run towards the trail of destruction. It wasn't much further along this path that a terrifying wail was sounding through the air of the cemetery. It was a screech that sent a shiver up her spine. "A ghastly wail! That American cartoon was right!" she would declare, her fear turning into excitement. "This ghost is the real deal!" her trudging run through the snow turned into a sprint, her determination burning hotter and hotter. But there was something else calling her to this location, the direction she was headed in was the direction that fate called her. Not that she would know something as complex and philosophical as that. Up ahead, the Bakemon was paralyzed with fear, the wail, the Sonic Carnage that pierced the air like a needle through a baby's bottom, was something unlike anything that the Digital World had to offer. He floated there, unmoving and more afraid than he could stand. Not only did these flesh beasts possess immensely powerful biology, but they had biological weapons. "S-s-s-s-s-so! Y-y-y-you attack back! F-f-f-finally! You s-s-see me as a w-w-worthy opponent!" the ghost-like digimon would manage to spit out with great effort, as the wail would come to an end. Youtube videos didn't last forever obviously, and upon its ceasing, he was able to escape from his trembling horror enough to realize that it was nothing more than a roar. "Prepare, then, for my ultimate attack! I'll have that egg right now!!!" he would declare, building himself up to a powerful technique. Suddenly he would form a ball inside of his mouth, which warped around and formed from dark energies, before taking the shape of a punisher-style skull. "Death Char---ARGH!" he would start, before being interrupted. From behind him a net swung overhead, and down upon the ghost's top part. "Hiya! Gotcha you stinking ghost!" Sumiko would shout, having captured its head within the confines of the net, distracting it enough for its own attack to backfire on itself. The young girl was out of the way of the attack because Bakemon was not actually ethereal, but the blast radius of the attack was disconcerting to say the least. The smoke would take a few seconds to clear, leaving a sense of suspense hovering in the air alongside it. Colors Sumiko = #F80D9F Bakemon = #8f7ebb
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Apr 1, 2016 0:58:33 GMT
Isaac thought he'd have enough time to escape with the egg in tow, and seeing as how his "horrible, deadly wail" left the Bakemon quivering in his boots it seemed like he had a golden ticket towards an escape route. Then the Bakemon started charging a huge energy ball, and Isaac's triumph gave way to a sinking pit in his stomach. What if it homed in? What if it exploded? God, this was awful! He changed his run to start swaying back and forth like some kind of drunken sailor, hoping that such an uneven plan of action would make the Bakemon's aim more difficult. Maybe as an Impmon he'd at least be able to tank such a hit and stay upright. As a human? He'd have to be shipped back to California in a body bag!
It was no use. Isaac, having run as far as he could with what little energy was left in his legs, hunkered down and prepared for the inevitable. He figured for his last act he might as well make sure the egg was safe, wrapping around it protectively with his back to the blast. Sure, he'd likely end up in pieces, but at least another Digimon'd be safe. He had to admit, the idea was a very hard one to make piece with. His heart was beating at a mile a minute, and his breathing was taking on a funny, irregular character. He didn't even want to look at the energy blast steadily growing in size, instead staring at the ominous purple glow it was casting in its wake. His eyes squeezed shut, but kept forcing themselves open as if too scared to hide anymore.
Then the ghost made a strange sound, and Isaac found himself distinctly unexploded. Instead, the snow and grass around him had been completely singed away, forming a blast radius that was disturbingly close to Isaac's current location. He sighed in relief, only to see Susu with the net. What? He wasn't sure if he was more proud or scared.
"Machinegun Fists!" shouted the Veemon, bursting onto the scene from behind a gravestone. He found himself flashing back to Isaac's advice, and how he dismissed it as so stupid. Ghosts weren't corporeal, after all. But this one was different. It was a digital ghost, and he? He was a digital monster. He couldn't help but laugh a little as he soared through the air, the irony of his current plan of action not lost on him in the slightest.
He was going to punch a ghost right in the face.
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Post by Sunada Sumiko on Apr 1, 2016 19:22:43 GMT
The Bakemon was so confused. He was charging his ultimate attack, the Death Charm, which was supposed to bring certain doom to whomever it struck in a very short while, annihilating them after that time. No digimon he'd met before had managed to survive it. That was how he'd gotten to where he was today, whatever he couldn't take out with his Hell Claws, he would just hit and run with the Death Charm. Yet somehow, it had backfired all in an instant of lost focus. There was something around the top of his head, a weight levering against a thin point.
The sound of a smaller flesh beast had resounded through his sound receptors, sending him into a blind panic. "Ahhh! Get it off! Getitoffgetitoffgetitoffgetitoffgetitoff!!!!!" the Bakemon would scream, flailing around helplessly, unable to determine more than it was under attack by a second flesh beast. After that... another Digimon appeared! Finally! He was saved! Wait... What was he doing? Machine Gun what? Too many thoughts too fast. His eyes immediately transformed into spiraling coils of confusion, swirling round as he began to get pummeled left and right by a small but strong digimon's fists. He recoiled between punches helplessly.
Sumiko, the little girl dangling from a net which was hanging from this ghost-looking digimon's head, was being flailed around by the recoil. She felt like a dog's tail, perhaps like the bat of an enthusiastic albeit woefully misinformed toddler. Either way, she was being swung around violently. She was lucky that the Bakemon was a good deal taller than most adults she knew given it's hover, otherwise she'd have met the ground at several instances throughout the pummeling. Nonetheless, she was rather displeased. "Heeeey! Staaaaahp! There's a little girl on this ride, and I'd rather not be launched like some sort of... Waaaahh!"
Before Susu could finish, she was launched like some sort of rock projectile from a medieval trebuchet contraption, launched overtop the ghost for quite a ways. Had there been any trees still standing in the area, she would have understandably been caught in one by her backpack strap. Yet, there were no such trees, and thusly she was sent hurtling towards the next worst thing: Isaac and the Digi-Egg. She'd stopped screaming in panic partway through the trip, to figure out how to best avoid damage. By the height, she wouldn't take too much if she'd managed to land in the snowy area outside of the previously noted blast radius, as well as not on some rocks.
For a moment, she would take notice once more of the egg. "That's the egg that knocked me out earlier..." she would note. She observed a bit too long, before realizing that she was a human and they were given the curse of dedicated aerial arcs when thrown. She was on collision course for the older brother and a rock-solid egg which could crack a skull with appropriate trajectory. "Look oooooouuuuut!" she would cry as she hurtled towards them.
The Bakemon took several more punches during this time, very much brutalized by the attack, and very tender from its attack backfiring. Suddenly it would feel a weight off of its shoulders and immediately backed off, breaking the line of impacts for enough time to retaliate! It would intake a large supply of air, before exhaling a white cloud at speeds like a thrown projectile, "Chill of the Grave!" This cloud left the grass beneath it for several feet in any direction iced over, and would do the same to Veemon if he didn't bounce, but there was a catch! Sumiko was only ten or so meters behind him in a direct line! If the Veemon would avoid the cloud, Sumiko could have been iced over more easily, and because she was just flesh and blood and body heat, she could suffer from hypothermia, or worse, thermal shock!
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Apr 2, 2016 4:56:45 GMT
Oh crap! Elliot didn't mean to do that in the slightest. "Sorry!" he shouted, hoping both Susu wouldn't mind the stunt he pulled and that he'd be able to catch his brother's attention. After all, it's not like he was in good position to be the savior. He was too busy trying to make like Isaac said and punch ghosts in the face! After all, if he could scare the ghost off, then he wouldn't have to worry about anybody getting hurt. Except when it was the fault of his own incompetence, like right now.
Isn't guilt wonderful?
Thankfully, Isaac was in position. He set the egg down safely and ran to catch Susu, whipping off his jacket and spreading it across his arms to try and make the landing softer a bit. It wouldn't necessarily be the best landing by definition, but at least he was doing his best to try and soften the impact. "Hey, you alright there?" he asked, voice somewhat muddled by the mask he was wearing. Jeez, and here he thought this would be an easy, silly day, where he'd prank Elliot and his new friend with a stupid monster face. Not hunting a digital ghost down and getting his hands dirty. As he gently set Susu down, he handed her the egg, adding "Believe you dropped this."
Meanwhile, Elliot's eyes widened at the incoming attack. Unlike the fatigued and worn Isaac, he was still fresh and ready to fight. Would a direct, powerful attack from a champion spell his end? If it would, it'd easily spell Susu's end. She was an unarmored human. At least Isaac could transform and escape! His eyes flashed with resolution as he crossed his arms for a defensive stance, planting his feet firmly in the ground and awaiting the Bakemon's attack. "Y-you're not getting past me," he stuttered. "So do your worst!"
And his worst was bad. Elliot could feel his blood freeze over, and frost spread across his scaly skin. He had to squeeze his eyes shut and break eye contact just to avoid the cold of the grave freezing his tears solid. His nose horn took a slight, icy blue coloration, and as he tried to stand tall against the attack he was forced to drop to one knee. However, he knew this could also be his best attempt to attack. Almost on sheer inertia he forced himself to lurch forward, fighting through the frost and growing colder with each footstep. When in spitting distance of the ghost, he leaped forward head-first with a desperate cry of "Victory Headbutt!"
Was the Bakemon's own magical backlash enough to make this a felling blow? Or would he need to tag in his brother to take over this battle?
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Post by Sunada Sumiko on Jul 3, 2016 19:29:13 GMT
Sumiko would fall down the rest of the way and land heavily in the arms of Isaac, who prepped for the impact by making a small makeshift safety net to soften the blow, having set the egg down for a moment to do so. The young girl would sit for a moment, trying to gather her bearings, blushing slightly. "T-thanks for catching me," she said, a little embarrassed that she managed to get herself flung away like a rock from a catapult. After a stint, the older male would pick up and pass to her the egg he'd set in the snow moments ago, claiming that she'd dropped it.
"Wait... is this mine? But it would totally be scrambled by this point... And probably chilled" she would comment on the egg, staring at it awkwardly as she held it like an oddly-shaped baby doll. As if on cue, it began to quiver a good deal once more, more than it did prior to the occasion, before stopping. Sumiko panicked almost the entire time it shook, not having any idea of what could be inside of the egg, ready to emerge by the feeling.
When it calmed down, Susu would turn her gaze back to the ghost, only to see that little creature from earlier being frosted over viciously, by a line of cold breath from the ghost! Her eyes would widen, noting that she would be in that line if it weren't for the blue thing blocking it. "Oh gosh! That's not good, are you okay!?" she would call to it, not realizing that it probably wasn't the best time to be distracting anyone playing hero.
As the Veemon would start to advance towards it, Bakemon would gain an anime sweatdrop. It wasn't sure how it had the wherewithal to press through the Chill of the Grave, a technique which it used to take down other champion level digimon. Perhaps it was sheer willpower, perhaps the Bakemon was unlucky. But regardless, the smaller digimon was closing distance. It would retaliate by exhaling harder, making a stiffer, colder breeze. The ghost type digimon would suddenly panic as the small Veemon would, instead of being blown away, only iced over more and kept moving forward. That level of determination shook its will to keep fighting, and it would begin to waver. Why was the Veemon aiming to take the egg from him? Was it a caretaker from the place it stole the egg from?
"Aw c-c-c-crud!" the Bakemon would curse in fear, as the Veemon would unleash its signature move, 'Victory Headbutt'. It shot forward, and combined the icy breeze's power with that of the basic nature of the headbutt, delivering an astounding blow to the ghost. It sure was convenient that despite being a ghost it was still made of data so that data could interact with it. The Bakemon would be sent flying into a tree, which it would crash against violently. The defeated digimon's code would fracture and break apart, being exorcised from this realm and sending off back to the digital world, where he'd have to undergo the hassles of evolving on his own all over again.
Sumiko would run over the the frosted over blue critter, and start trying to help it out, throwing her own coat over it to try and warm it up. "Are you okay? Holy cow, you just saved my life and slew a ghost! That's so cool! You're going to be fine, right? Oh geez," she would rapidly fire in flip-flopping bursts of worry and gratitude and awe. The egg she held in one arm now, almost like a football began to shake a bunch as well, as if reacting to her chaotic mental state. She would place her other hand on it to make sure she didn't drop it on the ground again, not wanting it to break, or worse, injure the baby bird that was inside.
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Jul 6, 2016 2:03:16 GMT
"No problem. And trust me, these things are way tougher than you expect," Isaac said, grinning at Susu as he set her down and handed her the egg. Considering he couldn't leap into battle and help protect his brother, looking after the girl and making sure she didn't get hurt was really the least he could do. He opened his mouth, about to ask her if she was doing okay after being tossed around by such a tough-looking Digimon.
Of course, his smile quickly gave way to a look of terror. He could only watch as Elliot tried to tank Bakemon's ghastly breath head-on, standing firm even in the face of huge danger. He cringed as the icy breath washed over the Veemon, mumbling to himself "Elliot, you idiot." How could his brother even think that was a good idea? Especially in such a weak form! Sure, it was the only form he had access too, but that made him staying in the fight all the more idiotic. If Isaac didn't want to risk freaking Susu out and exposing the secret of Digimon, he would've transformed himself and tried to get in between the two fighters. Instead, he settled for gritting his teeth and watching the fight pan out, prepared to get Susu the hell out of there if things didn't end well.
Surprisingly enough, they did. Unfortunately, while he successfully disposed of the Bakemon, Elliot couldn't really stick the landing. His headbutt turned out more like a flop, the Veemon falling flat on his face as Bakemon unraveled into data before his very eyes. Now that he wasn't lost in a cloud of mist it was fairly clear how bad of a hit he had received. The poor Digimon was shivering like a leaf, the white parts of his body were a dangerously pale blue, and layers of ice were caked over his back. He tried to rise to his feet, but every time he tried to push himself up with his arms they collapsed under his own weight. Soon, no matter how much Elliot tried to fight his wounds, he simply fell over and lay motionless.
Isaac waited with bated breath, afraid of what would happen next. Would he revert back into a human? Or was he-
No, impossible.
The jacket fell around Elliot, thankfully covering up the white glow that was starting to spread over his body. The figure underneath Susu's jacket began to expand, slowly changing from a small dragon imp to that of a familiar looking human. Now back to his natural state, Elliot didn't look as bad as he did when wearing fresh battle wounds. However, his skin was still an unhealthy blue tinge, and he was still shaking quite a bit. Groggily he rolled over, looking around to try and get his bearings back. Isaac was there, and the scary ghost wasn't, so he must've ended up succeeding after all!
And Susu was there too. Elliot smiled weakly at her, before cringing from the heavy pain he endured from moving. "Oh, hey Susu," he said, way too casually for someone who looked so grievously injured. He sounded heavily worn, and somewhat delirious from the pain. "Are you okay? I really didn't want that ghost to hurt you . . . "
Isaac simply steeled himself, prepared to answer an entire barrage of questions about him and Elliot's abilities. This day was going to get even longer, wasn't it?
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Post by Sunada Sumiko on Jul 10, 2016 20:45:01 GMT
Sumiko was astounded by what transpired moments after she'd bombarded the creature with her woes and gratitude: Isaac would cover the critter with a jacket to give him some warmth, and appearing in a flash of bright light was none other than the younger, disabled brother. "Eh!? Elliot!?" she would exclaim with utter shock, her eyes widening further to a somewhat cartoonish boggled state. She would drop to her knees and begin to check him for injuries or frostbite. "Y-you big dummy! You can't just turn into a cool monster and beat up ghosts to protect me! Especially not if you're gonna get yourself hurt!" she would complain, in a somewhat understanding mannerism. Susu was not exactly sure of the specifics, but it was rather obvious what was going on. She would quickly remove her own coat upon feeling the chill of encroaching hypothermia upon him, setting the egg in between her thighs as she did so. The young girl would proceed to set the coat on his shoulders, and helped him get sat up. "We just met, why'd you fight so hard?" she would ask, her worry intensifying. Suddenly it would dawn on her to call an ambulance! After all, this was a severe case of temperature loss! She would reach into her pocket and pull out her phone, seeing a message on her lock screen. She didn't have time to read all of it, but the text appeared to simply say "Sure. On my way." Her father! Not now though, this was a dire situation. But as she would slide her finger on her screen to unlock it, the phone lit up like a glowstick, obscuring any of its previous functionality. "W-what the...?" she would question and then pause as the phone warped shape in her hand. The egg in her lap simultaneously began to shake and light up in a matching mannerism. The whole thing happened too fast for her to register, but by the time it was done and over with, she held in her hand a device more fit to be a walkie-talkie than a cell phone. Which normally wouldn't be a problem if she didn't have the issue not having a clue what it was or how it was supposed to work. On her lap was something yellow in coloration, yellow and slimy and forming a pool on her lap. She would panic even more! "Oh no! It DID turn into scrambled egg!" she would cry out. The entire situation would unfold so quickly, and she wouldn't be able to mentally keep up with all the changes. She could handle some kid she knew being able to turn into a monster that could punch ghosts. She was alright with ghosts being a real thing that could cause great damage to the surrounding area if provoked. What she couldn't handle was her having caused the premature death of a poor innocent newborn birdie, paired with the fact that she could no longer contact anyone for anything. Nope... She would immediately faint, falling onto her back into the icy grass, out cold. The puddle of thick yellow fluid began to stir, for a moment, before peeling off of the young girl's lap, and floating into the air. A pair of red-colored orbs would emerge from the goop to what appeared to be the forefront of the critter, and a mischievous smile would part in the blob. The newformed critter would peek around, looking at the surrounding folks. It could detect a strong digital presence in the two fellows in front of it, but it knew they were unrelated. It would turn its gaze Sumiko-ward, and it's smile would warp into a horrified frown! "WAAAAAAH! I KILLED HER!!! NOOO!!!! IT WAS JUST A PRANK MISS! I SWEAR! PLEASE DON'T BE DEAD!" the small creature would cry out in high-pitched terror, worried that the one holding its Digivice had perished from fear. Color Codes
Sumiko = #F80D9F Susu's Dad = #9fea38 Haunted Scrambled Eggs(?) = #1db818
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Jul 13, 2016 21:54:17 GMT
There were not many signs of external injury, besides very slight bruising from the force of the wind pressing into Elliot. Such surface wounds tended to be the first to heal up during a shift of bodies. The hypothermia, on the other hand? That was very present, as Elliot's icy to the touch skin would indicate. Still sore all over, the boy recoiled from Susu's touch as she began checking him for injuries. He couldn't really get away, considering that he was too achy and frozen to even more properly, but he still was in a good deal of pain from even the most gentle of touches. Alone time and a chance to rest would be essential to bring the boy back to anything resembling a good status.
Still, at least Susu was able to get him sitting up. He took a few deep breaths, some non-blue color starting to return to his complexion.
"I can't just let you get hurt," the boy protested, amazed she didn't have any questions about the whole Digimon thing. "It was way bigger than me, and tougher than me, and that meant it could've hurt you really bad. I was hoping we could just chase it away, but in the end I guess I had to fight it.
Thanks for stopping that one attack. If it didn't hurt itself so bad, I don't think I could've beaten it."
The boy's tone was somber, as he tried to imagine just what would happen if Susu didn't intervene. Maybe he and Isaac could've chased it away if they worked together, but the sudden net to the face was the true turnaround of the fight. Maybe all three of them being there was essential, though. What would've happened to her without the two of them providing backup? It was a possibility he didn't want to even think about, frankly.
And then the girl fell. Elliot, still too weak to stand, settled for awkwardly splaying himself out on the grass to try and catch her, not wanting her to hit her head on the way down. Twice in one day? That would've been really bad! He gently held the fallen girl, keeping her head up and making sure she wouldn't have to just end up laying in the grass. After she took pains to take care of him and his injuries, it was the least he could do.
Isaac found himself more concerned by the Digimon. For a while, he thought Kyaro was the smallest Digimon that he had seen. Now there was this Digimon, which almost looked underdeveloped. And it was currently having a guilt trip meltdown right in front of them. Isaac looked at the hysteric Digimon, trying to think of how the heck he could calm what basically amounted to a newborn.
"Hey, hey, come on! Don't worry! She's gonna be fine," he promised. "She had a really long, weird day, so she's just taking a bit of a nap for now. My brother'll keep an eye out on her. Promise.
What's your name?"
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Post by Sunada Sumiko on Mar 20, 2017 1:43:21 GMT
Susu lay out upon the arms of the still-relatively-injured Elliot, who, in a dash of chivalry, sprawled himself out over the grass and frost to catch her. The brothers then took to confronting the issue of a panicked newborn digimon. More specifically, Isaac was the one who found himself attempting to calm the pocket-sized flying egg yolk with eyes. His words were, of course, plenty reassuring to a young monster who hadn't learned of things like distrust, so he regained composure very quickly. "My name?" he would repeat the question as though clarifying. "I'm Zurumon, just like all the others who look like me!" he would say, cheerily in his scratchy high pitched voice. Looking around, however, the newly conscious Zurumon noticed a shocking lack of critters even remotely similar in nature to itself. Not even a caretaker of sorts. Just the sleeping girl with his digivice, a tool he instinctively recognized. The flying yolk spoke up, "Say, you wouldn't happen to have seen any similar digimon around these parts, would you? Or maybe, like... any digimon at all? I could have sworn I felt the presence of some nearby just before I hatched. But here I am, fresh out of the digi-egg and *poof* not even one that I recognize." He'd go on a tangent for a bit, asking questions then explaining them. The little thing sure was a chatterbox for something that couldn't even see a minute ago. "Are you bunch digimon?" he would ask bluntly at the end, suddenly the air going still in the wake of his screed. He would await an answer, his mouth pursed shut and red eyes full of anticipation... or at least they would be if there were any means for him to express body language in his current form. The young Zurumon was new to the world, any world for that matter. How would his new friends respond to him? Color Codes
Zurumon = #1db818
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Mar 20, 2017 4:14:50 GMT
Isaac smiled slightly as Zurumon introduced itself. It seemed Digimon were born, not just fully able to speak, but also perfectly sure of what they were called. Briefly, Isaac humored the thought of humans being so lucky. Wouldn't it be hilarious if he just woke up someday, knowing he was destined to be an Isaac? "Great to meet you, Zurumon," he said, smiling a little. "My name's Isaac, and my little bro over there is Elliot. Figure we'll let the last of us introduce herself to you when she's feeling a bit more conscious." After all, it would've been so rude to introduce Zurumon to his tamer before he was even awake!
That was how it worked, right? Maia also had one of those device thingies, and she found her partner in an egg all of a sudden. Although this one was less mailed, more hand-delivered. By a ghost. A ghost who was trying to eat it.
Okay, so this wasn't much like Maia's situation at all.
"We haven't seen any Digimon like you," Elliot said, quite truthfully. The only Digimon on par with that was Kyaro, and he was way more developed. After all, he had feet! And fur! And more of a face than two red eyes. Was Zurumon the absolute smallest a Digimon could possibly be? He certainly looked undefined enough for that. "There was a mean one around here, but we scared it off. Are you okay?" It was an important thing to specify. After all, damage to the egg could be really, really bad for a developing young creature. Digimon were like animals in that regard, right?
Then he asked if the bros were Digimon. Elliot started to sweat a little nervously, shooting a whisper Isaac's way. "I think he's onto us," he asked, voice quivering slightly.
"Huh? Oh, no, we're humans," Isaac explained, waving away Elliot's worries. They really didn't need to explain the whole spirit user thing yet. Hell, they weren't even coming to terms with it quite yet! "A lot more boring. We don't have cool powers like you're gonna, for starters.
We're in the human world right now, so you're probably not gonna see a lot of Digimon yet. But who knows? You might be able to find one sometime soon . . ." Briefly, Isaac looked to the clearing. He smirked as an idea came to mind. "Why don't you go chat with my bro for a bit? I've gotta go check on something real quick."
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Post by Sunada Sumiko on Oct 7, 2017 19:14:32 GMT
As the lass with bubblegum hair lay splayed out on the ground, incapacitated with confusion and despair, the floating scrambled eggs digimon would maintain a relatively friendly conversation with the nearby locals, who had introduced themselves as Isaac and Elliot. These two reeked of some kind of digital energy while not being entirely composed of it by a glance, that much was clear to Zurumon. When he questioned whether or not they were digimon, they declined the thought, which was enough for him in his youthful state, lacking a great deal in the reasonable doubt department. He didn't recognise them at a glance by their appearance, which meant that they were at the very least not a Digimon if they didn't say they were. They claimed to be humans, which was something he hadn't heard of, or at least it wasn't programmed into his inherent knowledge. When they explained that they were uninteresting and had no cool powers, Zurumon got a somewhat disappointed look on his face, "No cool powers? Not even bubbles? So how do you defend yourselves from bigger digimon?" They also verbally gestured to their unconscious company on the ground, and while not introducing her, they did remind him of her, which made Zurumon panic again. "W-wait! She doesn't have the same digital aura as you two, she must be dead! Oh noooooo!" it cried out in horror, flying quickly in a circle such that it blurred to look like a crying yellow ring floating above her unconcious body, Before the boys had to explain that particular disparity, the sleeping youth would begin to stir herself back into conconsciousness. The flying scrambled eggs, would stop and look at her as she would sit up, it's red eyes would stare at her in curiosity, somewhat worried about how something could live without so much as a digital field holding it together. Indeed a newborn. All the while Sumiko sat herself up, before stopping eye to eye with what could only be described as a yellow gelatinous demon face. "AHHHHHH!" she would scream in fear, scrambling to her feet and stumbling away from it, hiding behind a headstone, peeking over. At the same time, Zurumon would slip and hide behind Elliot, cowering as he spoke, "I-its a zombie. How do you humans defend from that?"Color Codes Zurumon = #1db818 Sumiko = #F80D9F
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Oct 10, 2017 23:32:37 GMT
Isaac smirked a little as he took out his Monster Manual, a slight indent still on the cover from where he knocked out a punk with it the day before. "Hands are one heck of a secret weapon, if I do say so myself," he boasted. "Never underestimate the most powerful technique of them all: picking something up and using it as a weapon. Nobody ever sees it coming, and you'll surprise yourself what you can do." Was teaching a newborn baby to hit people with objects really a good life lesson? Maybe. Maybe not. But it sure was hilarious.
"I . . . don't think that's very good advice, Isaac," Elliot said, blinking.
"How else did we beat that Bakemon, then?" Isaac asked. A spooky mask and the strategic application of a butterfly net had lead to that thing blowing itself up for most of its stamina. Sometimes, humanity could kick ass, even if mostly by random happenstance and a lucky phobia.
If the Zurumon's words were correct, though, Bakemon may not have been the only ghost. Was he right? The brothers had only been in the Digital World for, like, a day. Could they even keep track of peoples' Digital auras? Kouhei had some semblance of power, but he was actively trying to intimidate the duo. The bros' mom didn't, but she was also harmless and delightful. Maybe with some time the brothers would realize that this was due to their Spirit User nature, but for now they were just as "newborn" in the Digital World as this egg was.
She sure as heck didn't look dead, though. "I don't think she's-" Elliot started, but immediately Zurumon had rushed his tamer. So much for time to adjust!
Susu had bailed in record speed, leaving a frightful Zurumon in her wake. "Well, I'd tell you, but considering she isn't a zombie that probably isn't a great idea," Isaac said, matter-of-factly. This was great contraction practice!
"She's just kinda sleepy and kinda shocked. I mean, you're the first Digimon she's seen, so you gotta be a bit gentle with her," Elliot added. He hobbled over a bit more to Susu, voice soft and gentle. "It's okay, Susu. Nobody here wants to hurt you. This little guy just wants to be your friend.
We won't let anything bad happen. I promise."
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Post by Sunada Sumiko on Apr 16, 2018 5:54:10 GMT
"Hands?" the newborn digimon would question, looking at those of the one explaining the concept. Apparently these humans without special powers were born with the ability to grab things, pick them up and manipulate them. That was certainly an ability if he'd ever heard one! Which... admittedly he hadn't. The other human would half-berrate the one who was explaining, and then the former further explained that it defeated a champion level digimon with this acclaimed 'hands' technique. What a terrifyingly powerful ability! Zurumon was almost in awe until he noticed that distinct lack of digital aura that drove him to a blind panic. With Sumiko's eventual awakening and prompt bolting, followed by Zurumon immediately presuming it was a zombie, two things were made clear: Zurumon's data structure must have consisted of pirated horror flicks, and he had an overactive imagination. Returning to Sumiko's perspective, what she was experiencing was a pounding headache, paired with an unfamiliar flying egg yolk, and a couple of familiar faces she was piecing together. She heard the term 'digimon' come up, bringing to mind a certain popular video game. "First digimon? That's a game though why is one here?" she would comment doubtfully. Elliot moved directly into attempting to comfort her with a relaxing tone. The little one just wanted to be her... friend? What an odd concept. "Wait... You mean digimon are real? Why would one want to be my friend though?" she would question. Zurumon would also ask questions, "Why don't you have a digital field? Also, why wouldn't I want to be your friend?" Susu would reply, "Digital field?" The small digimon shivered, "Y-you don't even know what that is? What are you?" The confused girl replied, "That's what I should be asking!" The floating egg yolk responded, "No, no! See, these two are humans and they have digital fields! You don't have a digital field, so you aren't human, obviously!" Sumiko's head pounded trying to comprehend this... "That's a small test group, though," she would say, not enjoying these generalities. "Humans don't have 'digital fields' I'm pretty sure," she would reason. Zurumon would almost bark in response, "What do you mean humans don't have digital fields!? There are two right here that do! They said so!"The bubblegum-colored lass would shake her head, and pointed a finger, "Maybe you're just hallucinating!"Zurumon went into a stunned silence at the possibility that his elementally corrupt data as a baby virus type, was disfunctionally corrupt and causing him to see odd things. The idea seemed impossible, but he had no retort for it. The egg yolk sunk into an introspective trance, while Susu would watch it, also dumbfounded by how that worked. "A-are you okay?" After a few beats without response, she looked at the twins, before she spoke kurtly and with distress, "Guys. I think I broke him." She conveyed genuine worry albeit it was diffused by the hilarity of the situation, as though she had no idea what to do in this situation, which she didn't. It would then occur to her that her phone was still quite misshapen and appeared to lack what could formally be called 'smartphone functionality'. "Also, what's this?" she would ask. Which apparently woke Zurumon up from his trance immediately as he zipped over, "Wait, that!" He said, staring at it, "It also has a digital field. Maybe yours is trapped in there?"Color Codes Zurumon = #1db818 Sumiko = #F80D9F
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