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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Jan 4, 2017 22:45:12 GMT
"Sorry I can't afford your premium exclusives. I'm too busy spoiling my girlfriend rotten," Isaac joked. It sure was a good thing he was wearing a mask, or Asher would see him smiling and trying not to laugh. "Maybe once I've hit the big time I'll see about shelling out for the deluxe package. It'd be a riot seeing what you'd try to come up with, at least." No. Stop. You're pissed at Asher, and not being swayed. Him helping cheer you up didn't change the fact that he put you in this aggravation in the first place, and that several of his comments were seriously over the line.
Sometimes, Isaac really wished he could hate Asher.
Isaac groaned as Asher brought up the metal pans. "Oh, you gotta be kidding me! He went through with that one?" Isaac asked, groaning. "At least the teacups has some merit. Shit, I'd let you break a few teacups to get a handle on some self-control. But he was lucky the pan plan didn't end with you, like, erupting into flame and burning the house down. Or getting his neck snapped. I swear, we're having a little talk about this later. I'm sorry for all that. When he gets excitable, he can be really hard to talk down."
He cocked an eyebrow at the mention of hugs. "Depends. What kind of hugs?" he asked, tone a little bit curious. Damnit, there was no way snuggling into those big, beefy arms could be good for Elliot's developing psyche! Asher was way too dreamy to be left alone with his impressionable little bro!
At mention of disliking, Isaac shrugged. "Never said you dislike me. Just that you can't stand me," Isaac explained. "I mean, I dunno what else to call being so uncomfortable with me that you run out of the break room the second I crash between shifts. I'll buy you not liking me, but I'm just calling the rest as I see it.
So what's the problem, then? Like me too much?" Isaac clearly did not realize how that could be taken.
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Post by Asher on Jan 4, 2017 23:15:33 GMT
"Yeah, I'm pretty sure Kinkakumon was going with the neck-snap or impaling ideas," the teen pointed out, almost guiltily. It was his fault for letting his guard down, after all. "Don't blame him for it, he really didn't know any better." Asher would feel awful if the first thing Elliot received after Isaac returned was a lecture. But, Isaac was stubborn. There probably wasn't much chance in talking him down from it now. Sorry, Elliot! "He really doesn't know it was a bad idea. I de-digivolved before anything got out of hand." Instance one of hugging!
Not that he was going to tell Isaac that part. Instead, Kinkakumon leaned forward, grinning. "Wouldn't you like to know?" That, surely, was not a comforting answer! And it was exactly what Asher was going for. Make Isaac wonder how intimate those hugs were, and what prompted them! Or, he could really just ask Elliot. Chances were, the kid would admit it to him.
Rising to his feet, the spirit user regretted having ever sat down. This room just wasn't comfortable. But, he wanted to emphasize his act when given such a big opportunity. Closing the space between himself and the other Digimon, Kinkakumon delicately ran a finger down Yasyamon's shoulder. Wow, that was really weird. Okay, note to self, never do this again in spirit form. But, it also felt like a good demonstration of self control, for the fact that he didn't actually scratch Isaac with the sharpened fingertips. "Do you want me to like you too much?"
There was a short pause, while a blush deepened over the oni's face, before hands lifted up to cover it, and hysterical laughter began. "Oh my God! I hate this spirit! I can't even keep a straight face!" At least Renamon could maintain a neutral expression throughout everything! This one was just too easily overcome by emotions!
Managing to regain composure, the spirit let out a sigh. Was he okay now? Yeah, much less ridiculous feeling. "If you want an actual answer," which, surely, Isaac did, "I don't want you to like me."
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Jan 4, 2017 23:34:28 GMT
"Oooh no, you are not getting him out of this one," Isaac said. By now any danger in his voice was gone, replaced with amusement and brotherly protectiveness. "You were a giant oni! With, like, muscles on top of muscles! Didn't know better my ass, he should've known you could knock him clear across the room with one finger. I bet he didn't even Digivolve first in case he needed to protect himself." Isaac seemed to have his pulse exactly on how their day went. That's what happens when someone knows their brother more than they know themselves! "But I'm glad you kept that under control at least."
Less kept under control was him joking about the intimacy of those hugs. Hey! He explicitly told Asher to cut that crap out! Not helping was how seamlessly he transitioned to slowly, gently, even intimately tracing a finger down his shoulder. Paired with the tone in his voice . . . yep, there was the Asher he knew and somehow tolerated. Although Kinkakumon seemed to be enjoying her teasing way more than Asher did, judging by the blush dusted across her face as she did that. Not even Asher could take her seriously, apparently, judging by how he immediately burst into hysterical laughter.
As his hands flew up to his head, Isaac promptly slid in with an elbow to the ribs. "Guard's down," he said. "By the way, that's for that super-unnecessary comment about my brother." Jeez, what was Asher doing to be so coy about this? Cuddling Elliot on his lap or something? If he was just hugging the kid, just say he was hugging the kid!
Nevertheless, it seemed like Asher had explained himself a little bit better. This differed from Asher's usual better explanations by only being mostly nonsense, instead of complete and utter nonsense. "Now, why's that?" Isaac asked, a bit of confusion in his voice. He didn't particularly want to like Asher either, but the older teen was being too annoyingly likable. Seemed like nobody was happy with this arrangement!
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Post by Asher on Jan 4, 2017 23:59:53 GMT
Darn. He had hoped to save Elliot at least a little, but nope! Isaac was on top of things. Asher supposed that the older brother knew Elliot far too well to be able to let him weasel out of something like this. Heck, he even called the part where Elliot did this all as a very squishy human. With any luck, he wouldn't pry too heavily on Elliot's day with Asher. After all, Isaac wouldn't really be happy about any of it!
There wasn't much time to cover up the blush, as an elbow interrupted the panicking weird emotions of Kinkakumon. Instinctively, one hand lashed out to grip onto the Yasyamon's bicep, while the other went to cover her ribs. That kind of hurt! But, while the initial motion was to try to throw Isaac to the ground, the oni released too soon to be more than a tug. "Nope!" Asher insisted, at the drop of a hat. What the heck had just crossed his mind? "I swear everyone told me that the beast things were the spirits to worry about! I think I have more common sense as a bird!"
That's because crows were probably notably smarter than the oni.
"And! Hey! You asked for comments about your brother!" Maybe not the exact ones that Asher was providing, but Isaac had wanted to know something!
On the bright side, a more serious topic was easier for the teen to actually discuss without thinking about his spirit at all. "I don't know," he murmured, as his mental walls debated on if they really wanted to crumble for an irritable kid like Isaac. "I'm not supposed to have friends," he pointed out, thoughtfully. Now, who had told him that? "It's not like I'm a real person, or anything!" Even as bad of an actress as Kinkakumon was, the cheerful tone and smile were genuine.
He really thought that way.
"You'd learn to hate me eventually, anyway. Why not speed up the process?"
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Jan 5, 2017 0:16:18 GMT
Asher grabbed Isaac's arm, then released it just as suddenly. For someone so new at this, Asher had remarkable self control over his form. However, Isaac couldn't help but shake the feeling that he dodged a very, very big bullet. The fact that Asher was reacting with almost panic to the idea of what Kinkakumon had planned made Isaac feel all the more relieved that it was skipped over.
And yet he saw too golden of an opportunity to pass up on. "Huh, you seem worried," Isaac remarked, smirking a bit. "And here I thought you wanted to give me a pounding."
Asher's second statement caught Isaac off guard, though. Another spirit? Already? Asher was growing terrifyingly quickly as a spirit user, especially if that was a genuine article beast spirit and not a fraction. He made a mental note to ask Asher about that later, when he was feeling a little bit less worked up. A worked up oni was worrying. A worked up giant bird was terrifying. Besides, he knew better than to bring out beast spirits in the middle of a diagnostic run. The Snatchmon guards did not take kindly to that.
There it was again! That weird comment by Asher about not being a real person. He thought the last time Asher had that gripe it was because of the whole Digimon thing, but he continued to talk about it even when the new shock of the Digital World wore off. And what did he even mean by not supposed to have friends? That was downright ridiculous! Isaac was equal parts worried and irritated by Asher's current line of thing.
" 'I'm not supposed to have friends', " Isaac repeated, letting the ridiculous of that statement marinate for a bit. "Who's the one holding the pity party now? Like, seriously? Are you listening to yourself right now?
Besides, I don't know if I can hate you. Seriously, I've been trying. So come on, tell me. What's up?"
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Post by Asher on Jan 5, 2017 1:22:46 GMT
Isaac had most definitely dodged a huge bullet! Of course, rather than letting it go, he had to go and say things! Things that Asher most definitely didn't appreciate in this mindset! "Isaac! Seriously!" Asher whined, returning to covering his face fully. Why did the younger of the two have to choose that wording? Was he stressing about suggestive terms at a time like this? Asher, of all people? "You are not helping!"
Oh, wait. That shouldn't have been said. Hopefully, Isaac would be too innocent to process something like that. Stupid Kinkakumon and her invasive suggestions. For once, Asher seemed to be legitimately embarrassed beyond the ability to play it off.
It took a couple of deep breaths, and a strong debate on locking the human spirit away for good, before everything had settled down. After all, the oni had waited this long to be able to materialize herself again. Why ruin it with a few well-placed ideas?
Hands lowered, hearing Isaac repeat what he had said. It really didn't sound ridiculous to him. Why was the Yasyamon saying it like that? "It's not a pity party," he pointed out, matter-of-fact. "I'm not kidding around. Like, on a scale of everything I've ever said, that is probably in the top-ten of serious." Arms crossed, tightly, over the Digimon's chest. "You need to try harder to hate someone."
But, that was still against everything Isaac was, wasn't it? He really couldn't hate Asher. And, it was a huge issue!
"Okay. Look. When I said my my mother's crazy, earlier, I don't mean like hilarious-and-does-dumb-things kind of crazy," he emphasized. "Like, she legitimately had me because she wanted to act, and couldn't. And, trust me, she made sure that I knew." In a way, it was similar to Isaac's issue with his not-father. Maybe, this realization was what made it so alright to continue. It was like the words were just spilling out, not even giving the spirit user time to debate his wording. "Failing at something? That's not acceptable. Replay the problem. Over and over in your head until you want to vomit from how awful you are. If a camera doesn't want to see you, neither does anyone else. And, that doesn't mean you get to go play in your room. Bedrooms are for people who matter." Thus, a fear of closed spaces had been born. If out of sight, but not in a normal room, where else had he been? Perhaps, a closet?
Still, it felt stupid to admit any of that. His own father wasn't even aware of the exact extremes. But, Isaac was becoming one of the few people that were aware of the situation. And, maybe it didn't feel so great. After all, this would just gain more pity, than anything.
Taking on a notably more feminine, chiding tone, the actor seemed to be imitating someone, " 'you're a screw up, you know that? You can't do anything right. You called that a line? Oh, no, don't you dare start crying. Nobody will love you if you make faces like that. Not that you deserve it, anyway.' "
Lips snapped shut, as the spirit user cleared his throat to return to his normal tone. He was really starting to feel dumb about all of this. Why couldn't he just shut up? "I'm more of a broken doll, than a person, you know?" Pulled around by strings, and now that they were severed, he really didn't know what to do. "It's alright, though. People just shouldn't get attached to something that doesn't deserve it. I don't do enough right to keep the right type of people around, anyway." After all, friends were only for people, too.
"Do you think it's alright if I go back to human form, or will They get mad? Women are too emotional for this conversation." If he had been just normal Asher, he'd have probably shut up by now! But, Kinkakumon was more interested in dramatics and romance to just encourage silence when it was due. Of course, he didn't want angry digimon coming in with sparking wrists, in the case they wanted spirit users to stay in specific forms.
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Jan 5, 2017 1:50:00 GMT
Isaac blinked, trying to process Asher's latest confusing jumble of a sentiment. "Wait, what?" he asked, trying to figure out how the hell Asher could ever be serious about something like that. It didn't make sense! Nobody should've had to think that way. But with the way Kinkakumon was currently clutching herself, Isaac had the feeling that Asher was going to have a lot to say.
Isaac regretted that he took the time to listen. Not because he regretted anything to do with Asher. It was because by the time he was done listening, his puppetlike body was practically quivering with rage. By time Asher was finished he let out an anguished yell from the back of his throat, wheeling around and firing a cross slash from his wooden blades. It tunneled into the southern wall of the void, stretching it further and further back until the beam slowly dissipated. The wall reset alignment, but judging by his tired panting Isaac hadn't. He continued facing the wall, not even turning to meet Asher's gaze.
By the time he turned around, a sorrowful fury was practically radiating from Isaac's mask. "How dare she?" he asked, voice barely a quiet mumble. After a brief pause, he let out another demand of "How dare she?" This time he practically spat the word instead of saying it, firing another Cross Slash at the wall from sheer rage. This time the wall bent back a little further, but it still dissipated the wattack and reset back to normal. Isaac didn't seem to care, though. He had a much more important target in mind for his ire than some stupid wall.
"The fact that anyone could have a kid for such selfish, unfair, bullshit reasons . . . " His grip tightened around his blades, planting one in the ground just so he wouldn't stumble from the fury he was currently working up. "And to hold anyone, especially a child, to that kind of standard . . . That's just disgusting!" Isaac wanted to rant about it more. He wanted to say how unjust and unfair it was for that to be what Asher's life was stuck life. He wanted to say Asher deserved better. But what good would any of that do? Asher didn't have better. It would just rub the fact in more.
Asher was already broken.
Slowly he straightened up, taking a deep breath. "Turn back to a human if you want. I really couldn't care less what these aliens think. But I've got something to say first. If you're a broken doll, then I'm someone's hand-me-down stuffed toy," he said. One was played with and played with and played with, until they were wore down from all the demand dumped on their shoulders. The other was ignored and shunted off to the corner, because their owner knew for damn sure it wasn't theirs and therefore would never be as special. "Welcome to the island of misfit toys, eh? Maybe you're right. Maybe you don't deserve it. Maybe neither of us do. Or maybe we're just gonna make it even worse thinking about it that way. But damnit, if we're both gonna be stuck in this mess, the least we can do is have each other's backs, right?
Besides, if I have your back than so does Elliot. That's probably the more important part anyway.
So what are you gonna do, Asher? Are you just gonna keep running and hiding until you break down altogether? Or are you gonna let us help patch you up so we can at least make something of ourselves? We're not gonna matter 'til we make the world look us in the eye and tell us we do. And if it means we get to look those jackasses right in the face as we prove 'em wrong? Well, it'll be my pleasure to have the last laugh. But only if I'm having that laugh with the people who need to laugh the most. So step right up, 'cause I've got an invite to my pity party with your name on it. But this one's gonna be a little different. Instead of wallowing in it, we're gonna kick its ass."
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Post by Asher on Jan 5, 2017 2:32:43 GMT
There didn't seem to be much time for peaceful silence, as Asher found himself cringing at Yasyamon's yelling. What?! What did he do now? The spirit user took another step away from his cellmate, not wanting to get in the way of that kind of rage. But, it seemed more directed at the thought of the older teen's mother, rather than anything else.
How dare she? Was it really that bad? "She's still my mom," he reminded, softly. Maybe, he couldn't really understand just how awful all of that was. Sure, he got that it wasn't quite right. But, to resent her? The teen wasn't entirely sure.
Kinkakumon seemed to grow progressively more uncomfortable about the idea of just how wrong all of it was. Apparently, it was bad enough that Isaac was attacking a wall. Was this going to be another moment that he replayed over and over, unable to leave his bed? Probably. After all, Isaac was clearly unhappy about the story, and the subject was one of those things Asher tried to bury too deep to even be able to feel emotions on. Maybe, he should try to unearth them, to better understand?
Instead, he stood with a relatively vacant expression. Did Isaac seriously find himself on-par with Asher? He really should have more self confidence. Not that the Kinkakumon had much room to talk. Still, he found himself echoing, "island of misfit toys?" Oh, come on, Asher. Had he seriously never watched Rudolph? "Is that supposed to, uh, be a reference to something?" Okay, maybe this teen was a lost cause.
"I'll have your back," he assured, "but, you really don't need to worry about mine." After all, the spirit user would rather take everything on, by himself. An encouraging speech wasn't going to magically fix that view. But, it was a nice sentiment.
He wouldn't mention that, as far as he was concerned, Elliot and Isaac were relatively equal to one another in importance. Just, in different manners.
And, while Isaac seemed to have plenty of fire in his words, Asher had to burst the bubble, at least a little. "That would be great, and all. But, I don't think we can attend any parties while we're stuck in this room." Unless, Isaac thought that 'kicking a pity party's ass' was best done while trapped in an otherwise empty room. In which, he suspected it wouldn't be a very successful endeavor.
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Jan 5, 2017 2:50:39 GMT
Right. Right. Asher's mom was still Asher's mom. Isaac sighed a little, toning down the fury somewhat. "You're right. Sorry, that was kind of insensitive of me," he admitted. "I'd say mine was my father too, but I'll be honest I can't think of a single metric through which that's true." Yikes. This was clearly a sore spot with Isaac, but at least he was trying to be thoughtful for Asher's sake. Something about the softness in Asher's voice there clearly impacted Isaac, judging by how he was dialing back from his earlier grand, furious proclamations.
"Well, too bad. I've got your back whether you want it or not," Isaac insisted. If he was in his human form, he'd probably be pouting adorably. The mask helped him look much more stoic and determined. One of many upsides to this form was that his emotions only showed as much as he wanted them to. Normally he'd have to wrap his Impmon face in his Impmon bandanna to do that, and really that just made him look even cuter.
Of course, Asher was right. This really wasn't a party-having environment. Snatchmon could probably have made it one if he cared to, but Isaac didn't think he was too jolly of a sort. The scorch marks on his shoulders would attest to that. "That does put a damper onto things, doesn't it?" Isaac said. He looked around, as if to make sure nobody was watching, before leaning close to Kinkakumon and lowering his voice to a conspiratorial whisper. "And you've seen me try, like, five times to get through these walls. They ain't budging, unless you're one of them. But that gives me an idea.
Lets start a prison brawl. I'm gonna need you to hit me. As hard as you can. Get your hands on me. Grab me, slam me, smash me, pummel me. Make it look real convincing, 'cause you and I? We're gonna be tearing the place up together. And when they come pouring out to check on what's going on? That's when we make a run for it, before they can even get the walls sealed again. But if we're gonna do this, we've gonna need it to look real.
So go ahead. I want you to destroy me."
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Post by Asher on Jan 5, 2017 3:16:05 GMT
Asher almost wished that he could say the same about his mother, when Isaac dismissed his not-dad so easily. But, at the same time, that was a cruel thought. It would be nice to be able to release every thought toward her as hatred. He just couldn't, though. No matter what. Emotions were problems.
"I still really don't want you to," Asher confirmed, without hesitation. If it came down to his own health and someone else's, the spirit user hoped that the other would prioritize themselves. And, Isaac had to be able to take care of Elliot, after all. Piper could handle herself just fine. Especially if Whiskers stayed with her! It wasn't like she was off fighting monsters in her spare time. Not that Piper ever had spare time!
Eyes shut, listening to the Yasyamon's instructions. Darn it. Of all the times he had wanted to hit Isaac, now really wasn't one of them. What the heck? There was a difference between 'make it look real' and destroying them. And, Asher tried not to be much of a fighter, to begin with. With Kinkakumon's body behind all of the force, he really wasn't sure how much control he would have over any of it.
Regardless, the spirit user spun to stand directly in front of Yasyamon, reaching out to grip around the base of the other spirit's neck. "I really wish you would have suggested it, like, ten minutes ago," the oni huffed, using his positioning to try to throw the Yasyamon against one of the walls. "Now, I'm having a harder time justifying hitting you."
He really should have avoided having any 'bonding' moments with the other teen until after they escaped. But, then again, they'd probably just be bickering otherwise. Now, he was more concerned about Isaac actually getting hurt, somehow.
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Jan 5, 2017 3:32:01 GMT
"Too. Bad." Isaac's insistence was firm, and it was clear he would not be bending on this point. "I ain't leaving anyone behind. And trust me, if I tried, Elliot would not let that go without a fight. So, sorry, you've gotta deal with two pains in the ass now." Would that help Asher make this fight look any more convincing? Maybe.
Flinging Isaac by the neck was a good first option. Thankfully for Asher, Isaac was quite lightweight in this form. He jumped a little bit in the air as Asher tossed him, using the spring off of the ground to make it look like the Kinkakumon was flinging him clear across the room. Rather than let himself ragdoll, he decided to aim his descent. Surely the area right between his neck and shoulder would be a great spot to land! Isaac twisted his body at just the last second to distribute the force evenly through his upper body, but bent his head in the other direction to make it look like the impact really twisted up his neck. Hopefully, all the smoke and mirrors would make it look like Asher had badly messed up Isaac's shoulder.
He hissed as he leaped to his feet, doing his best to let the arm hang limp as he clutched his shoulder. "Hey! Watch what you're doing, you jerk!" he shouted, loud enough to make sure the cameras would pick up on it. "You want a fight? 'Cause buddy, you just got yourself one!" With that said Isaac ran in, hefting a wooden sword with his good arm and swinging it at Asher. As he did so, he hissed "Block and clash," waiting for Asher to parry his weapon so he could get right in the Kinkakumon's face.
Once in that position, whether through a successful block or pulling his punch to miss, Isaac would keep on whispering. "Okay, we're doing great so far. Now chokeslam me into the ground or something. They'll eat it up."
It seemed they were already eating it up, though. The Socialization Chamber was bathed in flashing red light as klaxons blared through the room. Footsteps could audibly be heard approaching, some light and metallic and others heavy and stony. It seemed like this plan would be a success for sure.
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Post by Asher on Jan 5, 2017 4:49:35 GMT
Oh, yeah. Elliot. That would be a heavy motivator to force Isaac to want to make sure Asher was alright. Frequently, the older teen regretted ever even talking to the brothers. They were just too nice, and it shouldn't be okay! But, at the same time, maybe he was starting to come around to the idea. It was weird.
Snickering, lips curled into a wide smirk. "Jerk? That's seriously the best insult you can come up with?" The oni lifted his bat up, tapping it lightly on his shoulder. "Tch," the teen clicked, not even bothering to answer about wanting to fight. Talking too much killed an illusion, after all. Not that he suspected the observers would even consider it suspicious. Better safe than sorry.
Though, Isaac really didn't have to tell him to block at all. Kinkakumon already had the idea covered, lifting her bat to shield herself. It wouldn't be realistic if they just beat the crap out of one another, without any attempt to protect themselves. It was still quite unsettling to act out like this. Even if Asher had really wanted to punch Isaac earlier.
But, all for the act?
Shifting the bat, the spirit user attempted to slide Yasyamon's sword out of the way, reaching out yet again to grab the poor boy. Wow, this just felt really wrong. So, instead, he'd just let all of Kinkakumon's suggestions fall onto the board. Which, in all fairness, was likely an awful idea. Especially since all of Her impact on his thoughts, so far, were not necessarily ones that should be shared.
The original owner of the body was more willing to take the advice of grabbing onto Yasyamon, and throwing him down. Of course, Kinkakumon likely wasn't known to be gentle, but the drop wasn't particularly far, anyway. And, provided Isaac legitimately landed on the ground, she would step one foot over him, dropping so that both knees rested at each side of the other digimon's body. Moving to place one hand at the base of his neck again, the spirit placed only enough pressure to make it look like she was trying to keep him down. "So, trying to destroy you," the golden Digimon hummed, thoughtfully. "How much is too much?" Maybe, there needed to be clarification, for instinct's sake. Was Asher hurting Isaac at all?
With any luck, this act wouldn't have to go on for very long.
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Jan 5, 2017 5:01:30 GMT
The chokeslam was beautifully executed, Isaac letting himself fall spread eagle so he could take the majority of the bump on the flat of his back. That way it stung, but wouldn't legit break anything. What Isaac didn't expect, however, was for Kinkakumon to suddenly sit on top of him, making sure her weight was pinning him down and one of her hands was keeping his neck grasped. Maybe a little too hard, with the wheezing squeak coming from Isaac's mouth as the grip was sealed. "Perfect, perfect," Isaac said. "As for how much is too much, just do the first thing that comes to mind until they get here. I can take it."
If only Isaac realized what he could have invited with this sentence.
His good hand gripped onto the wrist that was currently choking him out, applying a surprising amount of pressure to try and pry the oni's hand away. His "bad hand", sword still clutched, lightly flicked up for a counterattack. He aimed the wooden blade in a series of firm whacks at Kinkakumon's side, as if trying to make her get off of him. The main question would be whether Kinkakumon would actually want to get up or not. After all, fights weren't always even matches, and she already had her target pinned in such a perfect position.
The klaxons continued to blare around the duo, and now beeping was starting to become audible from all sides of the room. After a few moments of this chattering, the guttural noises of Snatchmon started to rise above the rest of the noise. Whereas the beeping was somewhat aimless and distracted, Snatchmon's orders were being delivered firmly and precisely. With each one, another beep was given in response. Occasionally, these responses must have been deemed unsatisfactory, because they were paired with an electric crackling noise and a smack.
Still, help was on the way! Would it be everything Asher and Isaac had hoped for?
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Post by Asher on Jan 5, 2017 5:36:19 GMT
Asher really didn't want to test 'whatever' he could think of. So, he still hesitated, until he felt one of Yasyamon's hands trying to pull his away. While still loosening fingers, the oni leaned forward slightly to offset the lack of grip. It would still surely give Isaac enough leverage that, if he wanted, he could probably push her back. "I don't know about that," the teen mumbled, clearly uncomfortable with where-ever his spirit had wanted to take that consent.
In the meantime, free hand lifted back after sliding her bat out of arm's reach of Isaac, crackling as a ball of electricity began to form. But, before the attack could actually be placed, it sizzled out at one of the hits to her side. Okay, exposed skin and getting hit with a wooden stick? Not really a fun combo! Instead, the distracted oni used her hand to bat away Yasyamon's 'bad' arm. Surely, if Isaac didn't have the ability to push her back before, it was entirely plausible now.
Definitely a bad move in a real fight. But, right now? Sure, why not.
It seemed like their company was arriving soon, anyway. And, with any luck, they'd be able to get out of here as quickly, and actually painlessly, as possible!
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Jan 5, 2017 5:53:15 GMT
Isaac's quick thinking saved him from getting a crackling ball of lightning open-palm slammed right into his face. Nice job, Isaac! He took advantage of Kinkakumon's shift in weight to push her back slightly. It wouldn't be enough to destabilize her, but it would be enough to help him slide out from beneath her legs. He did a small spin as he escaped, flowing like water to get from flat on his back to his feet in a single, fluid motion. With that settled his assumed a fighting stance again, prepared to lunge forward at a moment's notice.
Fortunately, that moment would come sooner rather than later. The walls all snapped open as Gotsumon came pouring in, lugging large spears and swords made of stone. They clearly had no idea how to hold the things, but the sparking gauntlets of the Vemmon behind them inspired them to keep going. Slowly they filled the room, surrounding the duo as they continued their fight. Each Gotsumon had a Vemmon behind it, forming a two layer barrier of sorts. However, one tall figure stood out from all of the rest. The sea of Gotsumon and Vemmon parted as the overseer, Snatchmon, made his way to the group.
He did not look happy, stomping his feet and kicking up a fuss. A sparking baton extended from his wrist, pointed at Isaac and Asher as he made demands about what was going on here.
Isaac wasn't listening. Instead he shot a look to Asher. "Trust me and jump," he whispered, hunched down as if trying to coil like a spring. Then, whether Asher jumped or not, he leaped forward to spear him through the air like a football player committing a foul. It was a sudden and violent movement, but there was enough heft behind it to get Asher and Isaac over the security's heads. That would get them closer to the wall, which was still retracted.
Isaac immediately straightened out upon landing, swiveling his body and planting his feet on the ground to quickly catch Asher. He tried not to think about the fact that the pose they ended up in would totally look like they were dipping during a ballroom dance. Instead, he tried to think about the fact that the Vemmon were all letting out alarmed beeps, aiming their sparking wrists at the duo. Past the walls now, they would be in the innermost guts of the monolith. Blue, circuit-filled corridors were pointing in every direction; left, right, up, down, forward, back, and everything in between. "Pick a direction and run. Hurry!" Isaac whispered, hoping together he and Asher could sort this mess out.
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