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Post by Asher on May 2, 2017 18:42:04 GMT
It was for the best that Isaac wouldn't ask about Chamelemon's romantic life. Nobody needed to hear the details of a strange lizard Digimon's relationship status. Right now, he was probably just dating a reflection of himself, all things considered. But, despite being nonsense, the Digimon didn't particularly care to argue. He could argue the comment about his bitterness, though! "Not everyone can control themselves. You are a fantastic example," the Digimon commented. "I wonder. Is your human form so aggressive?"
Not that this question actually required an answer. It was just an example! Though, knowing the intelligence that Isaac had already displayed, Chamelemon certainly didn't expect the boy to realize it was such. It was a curious thought, though, that a spirit user hadn't told a soul where he had gone. Was it impressive, or foolish? Perhaps, both. Surely, a trait that would be judged by someone a lot more important than the Champion! "Did he think you were incapable of being helpful? I could understand that," the Digimon joked, though it came off much more as a jab than anything.
Either way, the Chamelemon had left, and didn't even bother to listen for Isaac's last say in the matter. It wasn't like it was going to be anything important, anyway. Maybe NeoDevimon's weren't known for their intelligence! Or, he had just been unlucky with his recent guests.
But, now that they were in the final room, Asher was finding it a lot less relieving to have company. For a few moments, Asher found himself staring at the crackling floor, before another voice interrupted. One the bright side, that meant he couldn't completely zone out to the world. Downside? He had no idea who this 'person' was, or where they had come from. "You should stay there," the spirit user stated, flatly, while pointing at the NeoDevimon.
"It's Isaac. He's just rawrly creepy right meow!" Whiskers tried to reassure, shuffling her feet back on the ice, to try to stay off any cracks.
Asher was far less concerned about the cracks in the ice now, instead shifting back to lean against the pedestal that once held the spirit. "Isaac?" Ugh. His head was killing him right now. This spirit hunt really sucked! "Why do you look like that?" This was the worst time to be having potentially lengthy conversations! Either way, the statement still stood that the teen would much prefer the alarming figure a distance away. But, since it was left unspoken this time, would it be 'listened' to? "Is it new?"
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on May 2, 2017 23:23:55 GMT
Isaac just let Chameleomon's words wash over him. It wasn't easy. Behind the hellish mask, NeoDevimon's teeth were grit hard enough to give him a minor ache. However, Isaac was starting to get really fed up with this spirit running the show. Chameleomon's words were the whetstone against which Isaac sharpened his willpower, forcing himself not to lash out in the spiteful fashion that NeoDevimon seemed to be demanding. He knew he could control himself. He knew he was far less aggressive in a less charged spirit. And, even if only due to nobody else showing up, he knew he could help. Before he wanted the last word, but now he didn't even want to dignify Chameleomon's words with a response.
All of NeoDevimon's muscles unclenched, and he passed through the mirror unburdened.
Asher sounded aghast to see him. It was fitting, considering that even Isaac was aghast to see what he looked like nowadays. "I know, I'm ugly," he said, some bitterness stabbing through an otherwise dry tone. "I'll explain later, okay? The last two months have been a lot to deal with." Considering that Isaac and Asher worked together, it would've hopefully been clear that Isaac wasn't talking human world months. "Right now, the only thing that matters if getting you out of here, okay? Just come with me," he said, gangly arms outstretched to help take Asher off of the cracking floor.
Really, it wasn't okay. There was so much that Isaac wanted to say right now. Hell, he was tempted to grab Asher like a football and charge out of this mirror just so he could start getting everything off of his chest. However, he bit his metaphorical (and literal) tongue, forcing the impulsive NeoDevimon to keep placidly hovering in front of Asher.
All things in due time.
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Post by Asher on May 3, 2017 5:16:53 GMT
It was kind of a shame. Chamelemon would have loved to see whatever form of a meltdown that Isaac could provide. Would it be violent? Or simply screaming? The lizard would never know! Oh well. It wasn't important. The outcome of the following room was what really mattered.
Isaac didn't sound like he was overly fond of his new appearance. Asher knew that feeling far too well! "Ugly isn't the word I'd use," the teen faked a smile, while fingers began to nervously tap at the side of his digivice. Don't drop it. "I think it looks kind of badass. Is it weird to have arms that long?" Just keep stalling. Why did his head have to hurt so badly? Maybe he could just wait it out.
"Why not now?" For a moment, the spirit user glanced at his pet, who only shrugged at him. Whiskers had no idea what was going on! Which only pressed Asher to continue talking. "We've got time. I mean, if you've spent two months doing," wait, two months made absolutely no sense! Two months where? "whatever it is. You've got at least a few minutes to spare now, right?" That was really bad logic, considering current circumstances! But, Asher seemed adamant about knowing why his coworker's arms looked like they had been stretched out!
Just like he had been adamant about Isaac not moving.
Body tensed, raising a hand to push away the NeoDevimon's arm if it attempted to touch him. "I said to stay where you were," he snapped. "And don't touch me."
Whiskers was, luckily, lightweight enough that she wasn't actively causing the cracks across the floor, as she shuffled closer to the mirror. "Ashpurr! It's just Isaac! He's nyat going to eat mew! Do mew want to drown?"
Rolling his eyes, the teen began to argue, "I bet there's not even anything under-" to demonstrate, he stomped one foot on the ice, which instantly gave way to cool liquid beneath. Staggering to the side to avoid his shoe becoming soggy, a bewildered expression fell over his face. "Really? They seriously put water under there?" What else would be found under ice, Asher? "Since when did the Digital World actually use real world logic?" Hey, at least it was better than a lava pit under the ice! Then he really wouldn't have a shoe!
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on May 3, 2017 5:33:36 GMT
Asher was a really bad liar. In a suspicious circumstance like this, he was even worse. Each nervous tap of his fingers rained like machine gun fire in his ears. "It's easy to reach the top shelf, at least," Isaac said, trying to find some humor in this and pull back from the weirdness of this situation. "Still getting used to them, though. This form's brand new, and having arms the size of my body has been a big adjustment." It was maybe, like, the fourth or fifth biggest adjustment about NeoDevimon. But maybe if he just eased his way through the truth, he could at least get Asher out of here.
So of course the idiot decided now was a great time not to budge. "In a few minutes you could plunge into that lake and drown," Isaac said, the patience he was trying to have already starting to erode away. He forced himself to keep amicable. He was not going to let NeoDevimon's horrid unsociable nature ruin this for him! "I want to talk to you, but there are far better places to do so. Like, you know, not a dome that's about to collapse and kill us all? Come on, even the wizard and the lizard knew to get out by now!"
He noticed the way Asher's body tensed. It was the same way his own body tensed, especially when Asher reached to slap his hand away. In fact, the contact caused NeoDevimon's arm to seize up, and if the demon was in full control he probably would've lashed back out at Asher with thrice the force. Isaac practically had to dig his mental heels into the ground to stop NeoDevimon, instead opting to be the bigger man and hover in front of Asher.
This was seriously out of character for the teen that carried Isaac halfway across the desert despite his protests. Hell, he never had a bad or snappy word to say to anyone, yet these words were so severe that they didn't even seem like Asher's own. In fact, the sentence almost sounded distorted compared to Asher's usual voice. Briefly Isaac narrowed his eyes, his hypervigilance helping him catch an oddity when he saw one. "Alright, something's up," he said, continuing to hover before Asher. "The real Asher could never pass up a chance to touch me.
It's an honor to finally meet Her, at least. Please, would You care to show Yourself?" A knowing smile crept across Isaac's face. Even if he may have been totally off base here, he was still taking initiative in making calls here. Besides, with how important She was to this place, surely invoking Her name like that would cause something to happen.
He just hoped it would happen before the ice finished breaking.
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Post by Asher on May 3, 2017 6:44:39 GMT
Trying to continue the small talk, the young man tried not to get too distracted at the thought of NeoDevimon very happily grabbing things off of a very tall shelf. Who needed ladders with arms like that? "Which is easier? Flying as a dragon, or having giant arms?" For legitimate questions, they sure sounded a little mean! But, that was what happened with forced conversations. Hopefully, the irritable Digimon wouldn't take too much offense.
"I know how to swim," the teen found himself defending, almost immediately. Sure, he couldn't handle tight spaces. But swimming? He was at least decent at that! "Why would this place collapse, anyway?" It seemed perfectly stable before! Aside from the ice crackling, Asher couldn't really see a way that the dome would have fallen apart! "Wizard and liz-" seriously? He wasn't going to rhyme those two! "Is it really that bad?" For two strange creatures, it felt even more strange for them to leave this building!
Remember to breathe. Don't provoke a creature that already looked intimidating! Either way, with a new accusation, Asher raised an eyebrow. "I am Asher. Pretty sure nobody else is like me," he managed to joke, while throwing glances around the room. "Think I'm going to throw up if you touch me, though," he mumbled in a far less kidding manner. His entire body kept alternating between burning and tingling numbness. Surely, it had to be a bad sign! And, he definitely didn't want to be touched for any of it!
D-scanner made a small click, while the screen lit up. Her? Surely, Isaac wasn't just spouting nonsense, was he? Turning the device in his hand, Asher smothered the light with his palm in some attempt to silence it. Not that it would do any good. "Did Whiskers tell you, we found out the element?" With any luck, the feline had given Isaac some warning here! Unfortunately, talking with the intent of distracting himself wasn't going to work. Not when a familiar, sharp pain shot through the hand that held his digivice. Free hand moved to brace his wrist, in some attempt to remain subtle. "It's, uh-"
Now, the walls echoed with a new sound. Or, was it an old sound? The podium which once held the totem emitted a clip of a Gargoylemon's roar at near deafeningly high volume. Immediately, Whiskers raised her paws to cover her ears, cringing back toward the mirror, while the spirit user found his heartrate increasing rapidly. The sound bounced off the walls and ceiling. The sound vibrated across the floor, furthering the cracks in the ice, which then began to spray water onto the surface. Time's up. Was Isaac going to continue to take a friendly route in getting Asher to leave the room? Or, would he try to make another grab for the boy?
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on May 4, 2017 3:26:36 GMT
With how Asher was insistently keeping him at bay, even as the cracking ice got worse, Isaac really wasn't in the mood for his inane questions. Why did even Asher catch the inane question bug today? Nevertheless, Isaac tried to force himself to slide into his happy place and respond. "Arms, definitely," Isaac said. "The proportions on these are weird, but they're nothing compared suddenly having muscles that didn't exist before." Then again, if anyone knew about two new body parts suddenly sprouting on the upper body, it was Asher.
If anyone knew how to be a stubborn little turd, it was also Asher. Isaac took a look down at the literal ice they were standing on top of as Asher insisted that he was fully capable of swimming. "Really," he said, completely unenthused. That said, Asher didn't seem to grasp the severity of this situation. Did neither Chameleomon nor Wizardmon tell him any of this? Or was he just as bad of a listener as Isaac was?
Before he could answer the extent of how bad it was, Asher quashed his theory about being a decoy. The way his Digivice was lighting up, though, it seemed that Isaac's callout had some effect. Come to think of it, wasn't the arm that Asher was holding in pain also the one that was holding the Digivice? Yeah, something was definitely up with Asher's spirit, even if he wasn't entirely sure what. Why didn't he just listen to Meicoomon and ignore the damn thing?
Not that Masky McFreaksoutalot was much better.
"No," Isaac said, continuing to try and goad Asher into coming with with pleasant conversation. "But I was told that She was a real nightmare." Another invocation to try and either bring Her out or bring Asher a long. Of course, Isaac wasn't sure how long he'd be able to play this game for.
Not when he suddenly heard Gargoylemon's roar, so ear-splittingly loud that Meicoomon recoiled just hearing it. For as high strung of a Digimon as NeoDevimon, this was hell for Isaac. Under the pressure of the noise he flung his claws out, wings tensely extended and lightning sparking dangerously. "Elliot!" he shouted, wondering if once again his brother had come in the nick of time. Unfortunately, it just seemed to be another hallucination reminding Isaac of what he had lost.
As much as it hurt, it also reminded him of what he was fighting for. "Damnit, Asher, I don't have time for any of this crap!" Isaac blurted, voice equal parts pleading and enraged. "The lizard said either the dome breaks down or you do, and I am not losing you, okay? Not like everyone else. Are you going to snap out of it and come with me already, or are you going to let yourself freeze to death in some goddamn haunted house?"
Maybe that was a bit harsh. Isaac calmed slightly after his reflexive outburst, but continued to hover insistently near Asher. "I know what it's like to have this world screw with you," he said, the indignant edge in his voice gone. "It's been screwing with me a lot since I last came here. Please, just let me help you so you don't have to deal with it too."
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Post by Asher on May 4, 2017 5:22:50 GMT
It seemed really hard to focus on Isaac's answer. Pay attention, darn it! Asher was the one to force conversation, so he had better be listening to the answers! "That makes sense," the teen commented, slowly. Keep focusing. Asher certainly didn't want to lose more time to spacing out!
"What, you don't think I can swim?" Rude! But, everyone knew this was just Asher being ridiculously stubborn. If he could just breathe for a few minutes, everything would be fine! Of course nobody had told Asher a thing about what he was up against! Wizardmon had been entertaining other guests, and Chamelemon just wanted him to stop making a mess of the mirrors! Nobody had said anything of value to the actual person involved in this hunt!
For instance, nobody had ever warned Asher that collecting a spirit could actually be painful. Forcing himself to inhale, the spirit user felt his chest tighten at the conversation. "That's it. Nightmare. How is nightmare an element?" That doesn't even make sense! Asher was pretty sure that he knew standard elements, and nightmares weren't part of them! Then again, neither were Order and Chaos.
Body already being tense enough, the roar that echoed the room only made breathing more painful for Asher. At least, until the numbness had returned again. He was so going to throw up. "He's not here," the spirit user mumbled, at Elliot being shouted for. Maybe Asher would be a lot more concerned about the sparking and aggressive action of his coworker, if he had a better state of mind. Instead, everything felt a little too far away, even when it was directly in front of him. Oh, he wasn't going to pass out, was he?
Keep focusing. What was that about him or the dome breaking? That didn't make sense. "I don't get what you're saying. Why is everything breaking?" Was it his fault? Probably. Asher kind of ruined everything.
Before the pain could return, the young man took advantage of the vague ability to walk without his breath being taken away. "Who's 'everyone else', anyway?" Asher still had no idea what had happened to Isaac, clearly. Just like he had no idea how to properly walk. Seeming more like he was intoxicated, the redhead moved slowly, and incredibly cautiously, swaying subtly. Because, of course Asher wasn't going to let Isaac carry him!
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on May 4, 2017 5:40:14 GMT
"In what's literally frozen water?" Isaac asked, wondering if he needed to seriously spell this out for Asher or if Asher was just being stubborn as usual. "I mean, you could swim in it. You'd be frozen to death halfway through, but at least you could say that you swam in it." At least it was clear Isaac didn't think the swimming part was any problem! Just, you know, every single other part of this equation. Seriously, why was Asher even debating this again?
At least he was right about Asher's spirit. "You know, with how you react to your spirits having boobs, I think Nightmare makes sense for your element," Isaac said. Apparently, being a woman was his biggest fear of all! Of course, that was the closest thing to proper advice that Isaac could actually give. Elliot was the one who was trying to puzzle out what spirits were and how they worked. Isaac just knew when he used them, he turned into a giant dragon. "It's better than Chaos, at least," Isaac said. "Or, hell, Progress." Wait, that wasn't Elliot's spirit! What was Isaac talking about?
Mentioning Elliot made Asher's voice get all funny again, it seemed. That was the second trigger that Isaac had spotted so far, with unwarranted physical contact being the first of them. Strange. Was displeasure the common element tying everything together here? "Had a feeling he wasn't," Isaac said, a bit of disappointment shining through in his voice.
Why was everything breaking? Damnit, that was another technical question! Why wasn't Elliot here? "I'm just saying what the lizard told me," Isaac said. "I think it's because of the spirit, maybe? She's tied to this place, and he said he was here to guard Her. So I guess if She's gone, that means this place doesn't really have a purpose." And if the spirit did stay, that meant Asher would have to go. But Isaac really didn't want to freak him out by saying that part.
At least Asher was finally starting to walk. Isaac flew back ever-so-slightly, remaining in range to catch Asher if needed but wanting to keep coaxing him into advancing. "I mean, everyone else," Isaac said. "Like I said, you're not the only one with spirit troubles. And mine mean there's just no place for me anymore." Ominous!
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Post by Asher on May 4, 2017 6:52:32 GMT
Oh yeah. Ice. Cold water. Right. This was making more sense as to why swimming was a bad idea. "Maybe the burning would stop," he mumbled under his breath, while throwing a glance at a hole in the ice. That shouldn't be so tempting. Had Isaac just accidentally given Asher a terrible idea? Luckily, the teen didn't seem too interested in testing it.
Be it from pain or from 'boobs', Asher visibly cringed at Isaac's acceptance of the element. "You try moving around when those things are doing whatever they want," the boy defended, a little too quickly. How did women do gymnastics? Or any physical activity, for that matter? It just seemed all sorts of uncomfortable! But, Asher would much rather be a chaotic dragon, than a nightmarish amazon. "-The hell kind of element is progress?" It didn't even sound like an element! "Who has that?" Not that Asher actually expected an answer. After how nervous Elliot was about admitting if Maia was a tamer, he couldn't imagine that a name would be dropped for someone else.
Why was Isaac sad about Elliot not being in this place? Asher, personally, was happier with as few people as possible. Then again, he didn't have a younger sibling with free reign of a world full of monsters. At least, he had better not have one that did. If Piper turned out to have dealings with literal monsters, Asher was going to pull his hair out.
Remaining silent at the explanation, the teen focused on listening and walking. Adding a third task onto that list would just be a bad idea! Though, making good choices was never something that Asher prided himself in. "It has a purpose," the teen argued, voice cracking slightly, as he paused his steps to breathe. Too many things at once. The pain was coming back. "This spirit feels like a bad hangover," the actor joked, trying to collect himself. "I haven't even used it, and I've got the worst headache ever." Why didn't anyone warn him that spirits could have that affect? It was hilarious stupid!
Whiskers watched warily from in front of the mirror, before Asher had finally gotten within arm's reach of her. Turning, the feline hopped through the frame, returning to the room that she had just come from with Isaac. Again, the mirrors had moved position a little, but Chamelemon was very clearly gone. He hadn't reorganized everything one last time before actually leaving, had he?
"There's no place for anyone," the teen commented, reaching out to stabilize himself on the frame of the mirror. Throat felt tight, while he attempted not to lean too heavily on something that wasn't entirely solid. "You could have one here, if you wanted." As far as Asher was concerned, the world was spinning, and there was no amount of blinking that was going to fix it. The least he could do was get out of this place and find somewhere to lie down for a few hours. Or weeks.
Releasing his hold on the mirror frame, the teen stepped through to the next room. After all, conversations didn't need to stop just because of a scenery change. And the sooner they got out of the horror funhouse, the better!
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on May 4, 2017 17:29:29 GMT
Upon hearing about the burning stopping, Isaac pondered for a second. Maybe it was a bit rash of him, but he hovered a bit closer to the hole in the ice in order to wrap his claws around any loose piece he could find. He briefly considered putting it to Asher's forehead, like he did with ice packs whenever Elliot got all stupid and stubborn about having a fever, but figuring Asher would probably try to bite his fingers off for that he instead handed the ice to him. "There. You don't have to kill yourself for this one," he offered.
Asher's indignity about having boobs still never failed to amuse Isaac. He started snickering behind the mask, his garbled voice making it sound more like rusty metal scraping against itself. Please, Isaac, never laugh in this form again. "If it helps, I'm sure my wings jiggle just as much," Isaac said. Besides, surely Asher's boobs didn't tense up and flare out when he was upset. Right?
At least Asher was calling bullshit on progress just as much as Isaac was. "Ta-da," he said, motioning to himself and his new form. "And if you're going to ask me how it relates to Chaos, I've got just as little of a clue as you do." Seriously, where was Elliot and his actual talent at theorizing? Some book smarts could really come in handy right about now.
Asher's voice faded into weirdness for the third time today, but his pain was much more important right now. Asher was talking about bad hangovers, but judging by the way he was clutching his arm it was far worse than that. "Do hangovers usually break your arm, too?" he asked, somewhat bluntly. "You should probably hang back from using it for a bit. Maybe when we're out of the Dark Area, and it's safer." With Gargoylemon a mess and even Devidramon untameable, Beast Spirits tended to be big trouble. If Asher's was hurting him before he even used he, didn't want to know what it'd do after release.
Upon noticing the mirrors were rearranged, Isaac let out a frustrated snort. "I swear, that lizard has it out for me," he muttered, trying not to listen to Asher's increasingly distorted voice. "Sorry, but I'm trying to get my life back on track, not work in a hall of mirrors," he said. This room really made Isaac testy, didn't it?
"We're almost to the end. Come on, just follow your own blood," Isaac said, worriedly hovering besides Asher in case he fell and needed to be propped up.
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Post by Asher on May 5, 2017 4:54:08 GMT
Practically forgetting about his own statement seconds after he had commented on being far too warm, the spirit user stared at the offering of ice, while continuing to brace his wrist with his other hand. Blinking a few times, while processing, Asher began, "did you just-" only to be cut off as snickering turned to full-out laughter. Bad idea. If it hurt to breathe, it certainly hurt to laugh! And, said pain only made the teen laugh more, moving to wrap arms around his chest in an attempt to hold himself together. Okay! Take a deep breath! Or don't. That hurt too.
"Aw, you really do care," the boy taunted, after regaining some of his sanity. Despite the fact that his pride was saying not to take the ice, he reached out his left hand to take the frozen item. Almost immediately, it began to melt in his palm. Mixing with dried blood, an occasional pink hued drip would escape his hand. "Thanks," Asher mumbled, while pressing the ice to his wrist in some attempt of relief. Not that it did much good.
At least Asher wasn't the only one that had found some reason to laugh. Though, Isaac's laugh was a touch on the unsettling side. "We can compare awkwardness if you glue your wings to your chest," he suggested, with a shake of the head. No way were wings going to be compared to that! Women could not fly any more easily than a man could! Or, maybe they actually could? Asher certainly wasn't going to be the one to test that out.
Taking a quick glance over NeoDevimon, Asher raised an eyebrow. "You can have more than one element at a time?" That was news to him! Then again, it was only expected that Isaac would figure that out before Asher did. The younger boy had pretty much a year's worth of experience on him! "They could be completely unrelated," the teen shrugged. Since when did anything with Digimon make sense? He couldn't expect a connection between Chaos and Progress! Maybe it was progressing to something else? Nah. That was too much theorizing.
Eyes rolled at the arm question, "well, I mean, it could be from before the hangover. Drunks are not the most graceful," he joked. "You're, what, fifteen?" Was that what the paperwork at their job said? Eh, it had to be close. After all, he was in Piper's grade. "Have you ever even been drunk?" It seemed unlikely. And, frankly, the redhead was hoping the answer would be no. Couldn't have Isaac's brain turning to mush from booze this early on in life, after all! "...It's not broken, anyway." If it was, he'd certainly be acting a lot more distressed!
For the time being, Asher seemed to ignore the comment about not using the spirit. He didn't want to admit that it didn't feel like there was much choice in the matter. Just like he didn't feel like he was the one talking, or even moving, some of the time! Instead, the actor remained fairly quiet until Isaac tried to blame the inhabitant of the room. "It wasn't Chamelemon." Back to the thought of not feeling like he was in control of his own voice! Hearing the comment about tracks, a train's horn blared across the mirrors, along with the clicking of one driving by. Wrong kind of tracks! What was with this place and echoing, loud sounds? "The mirrors aren't for you. Another place." Would that put a jumpy NeoDevimon at ease, after a sound like that?
Or, how about the sound of something collapsing? Loud, crumbling shook the room, though nothing visibly changed within. It certainly seemed a good thing that everyone had left the totem's room, however. With a strange flicker across the mirror that once acted as a portal, the pane turned entirely solid.
Leaning back against the now-regular-old-mirror, the teen seemed to prove that there was no way to drop the totem back off at it's origin. "My own blood?" A little dazed, Asher looked to the ground to confirm that, yes, that definitely was his blood. "I forgot about that." How stupid was he, to smash a mirror with his bare hand? Idiot! "I need a second," he admitted, while taking another breath. It felt like, if he didn't consciously think about needing air, he just wasn't going to breathe at all! But, he didn't want there to be any chance for silence, either. Which meant it was question time! "So, is there a reason you're using that spirit, instead of Yasyamon?"
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on May 5, 2017 5:33:29 GMT
"Oh, shut it." Congratulations, Isaac! You found the worst retort this side of "no, you," and in the process totally proved to Asher how much you care. Grumblings aside, however, Isaac seemed relieved to see Asher accepting help. Hell, he was even more relieved to see Asher laughing! Sure, it hurt him in the end, but at least it showed that whatever happened today didn't completely ruin Asher. If Isaac had been laughing up a storm the day after his own less-than-pleasant spirit adventures, his friends would've had nothing to worry about.
Was that blood still fresh? Okay, no, just un-dried. It was interesting how, with the right push, a long-closed wound could still seem so open.
The idea of stapling his wings to his chest earned another snort from Isaac. "Only if we move your boobs to your back," he said, countering one absurdity with another. "Still, maybe that's your secret. You're so worried about those, you learn the rest of the Digimon's muscle memory without even trying."
At Asher's comment, Isaac shrugged. "I had no idea until today, either," he admitted. "It's not a successor to my other forms, or a fragment like Crowmon is for you, so I guess it's some sort of second branch. It certainly looks like Impmon, if you get rid of everything that makes it cute." Just like Yasyamon, it was an Impmon all grown up. One was mysterious and kind of cool, the other a nightmare. Strange, isn't it?
"Fifteen, yes," answered Isaac, which sounded absurd coming out of a body like the one he currently occupied. "And no. Like hell I'm letting myself touch the stuff." That was all Isaac would say on that issue, although he at least nodded in acknowledgment as Asher mentioned that his arm wasn't broken. "Good. Should still get it checked out when you get home, though," he said. What was Asher going to say? 'I almost broke it in an alternate dimension?' It wasn't like Isaac could help come up with excuses, after all.
Asher's strange voice returned, promptly interrupting Isaac's attempt at brainstorming. It seemed he was wrong about who had rearranged this room and what purpose it was for. Maybe he would've paid more attention to the subtleties of Asher-not-Asher's wording if he wasn't suddenly interrupted by the sound of a speeding train. NeoDevimon whipped his head around in all directions to search for the source, letting out a whale-like groan of displeasure. It took Isaac a few seconds to regain control and composure. "Seriously?" he demanded. "That's just a cheap trick!"
Less of a cheap trick was that loud crumbling sound. Deep in his heart, Isaac just knew it was the barrier starting to break. "Only a second," he warned, not wanting Asher to faint but also not wanting him to get caught in a cave-in. "I do not want to stay here for too much longer." Now that was just ripe for a creepy interruption by Asher's new guest, wasn't it?
Isaac didn't have time to guess. Once more, Asher brought up why he wasn't using his usual spirit. He let out a sigh. "What if I told you it was the only one I could use?" he asked, clearly not wanting to get into this topic any more than he needed to. Whether from the questioning or from not wanting to die in a collapsing sphere of darkness, Isaac started impatiently staring off at the exit mirror. Just one walk through a maze, a charge through an empty garden, and then they'd be in the clear!
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Post by Asher on May 5, 2017 6:28:41 GMT
The thought of flipping where body parts were wasn't particularly appealing. That would lead to a whole different kind of back problem! "They're not that distracting." At least, not when Asher was busy! He wasn't going to focus on how terrible his chest was, if he was inches away from dying, for instance! "What's your excuse for muscle memory, then?" Or, was Isaac not that fast of a learner? Asher hadn't really watched the boy get used to any new bodies. Until now, maybe.
It was interesting to consider the potential of other branches for spirits, though. Would Asher be able to find one that allowed him to be a spirit more appropriate for his gender? Knowing his luck, the answer was no. But, he could stay hopeful, right? "Are you saying that Yasyamon doesn't remove all the cute?" Then again, surely, there were some people out there that would argue that Impmon wasn't cute in the slightest! Asher wouldn't destroy Isaac's dreams of having a 'cute' rookie, though.
The actor ignored the fact that he was talking to a fifteen year old in an awkwardly shaped monster's body. In fact, he was trying very hard to pretend that Isaac just looked like normal, human Isaac. Considering that Asher kept bringing up the topic, clearly the ignorance wasn't working. "Probably for the best," the teen nodded, feeling relief wash over. Why did it even matter if Isaac wanted to drink? Asher shouldn't care. "I get the feeling you would not be a happy drunk." Nor would he be happy during the hangover portion!
Either way, he shrugged off the part about getting it checked out. "No point. I don't think they're gonna find anything wrong." Shakily, the teen released his hold on his wrist, pulling up his sleeves with his left hand, while the other continued to tightly grip the digivice. Finally, he stretched them out, while shakily opening both hands, palms up, to show the damage. Or lack of. Left hand was clearly cut up, albeit not actively bleeding, from smashing into a mirror. Still a stupid idea. His right hand remained entirely unscathed, despite being far more twitchy than the other. And absolutely nothing marred either arm. Not even a bruise!
Feeling his chest tighten again, fingers curled around the D-scanner, anxiously. Dropping arms to his sides, eyes glanced around the room. For some reason, the sound of the train didn't really bother the boy. Instead, a small smile fell on his lips while watching the NeoDevimon's reaction. At least, for once, his voice felt entirely his own. "Hey, you don't know that. What if it's a very expensive trick?" It wasn't a time to joke about things like that! Or, maybe it was. Everyone needed a way to make a situation less tense!
Leaning his head back against the mirror, Asher raised three fingers. "How about three seconds, instead," he negotiated, in an attempt to continue keeping the air light. Even if it felt awfully heavy when it came to inhaling! Slowly, yellow eyes shifted to focus on Isaac, at the comment of only having NeoDevimon. Lips parted, as if to place a question that he hadn't quite figured out how to phrase yet.
Listening to the conversation, Meicoomon made her presence obvious again with her own curiosity. That didn't make sense! "But, what about-?"
"But," for less than a second, and almost unnoticeable, red flickered across the reflection of a few nearby mirrors, while Asher interrupted his cat's question. "What about the snake?"
Fur bristled, as Whiskers decided it wasn't the best time to point out that Asher wasn't even aware of Orochimon's existence. Maybe, they'd discussed it at work, or something? Surely, that had to be it.
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on May 5, 2017 6:43:15 GMT
"My excuse?" Isaac repeated, wondering what Asher was getting at there. "Well, it gets easier each Digimon. This one's wings are just about where Devidramon's are, so it isn't like I have to rediscover how to fly or anything like that. So usually it just takes me some time stumbling around and getting used to the new proportions." For instance, getting an innate sense of how far his arms could reach. Many times Isaac went to snatch some sort of Digimelon off of a tree and ended up bumping his elbow into it instead. It was very uncomfortable.
That said, Asher seemed less concerned about genuine questions and more about teasing Isaac. Fortunately, this was a subject that Isaac had plenty of material to return fire with. "I don't know. I think you know the answer to that," Isaac said, a taunting smirk hidden behind his mask. Good thing Isaac had that hidden. It probably looked horrifying.
At mention of not being a happy drunk, Isaac seemed to bristle slightly. "Hey. I am totally good at being happy," he protested. Isaac got the feeling that, whether happy or emotional, he'd definitely be a rambling drunk. Maybe it was for the best that he had already decided to keep far away from the stuff. "I'd complain all day after a hangover, though. Doubt that'd be fun for anyone." At least he was honest at assessing his own flaws.
Isaac frowned slightly as he looked at the distinct lack of wounds on Asher's person. "So it's brain pain," he mumbled. Elliot would've probably known a way better word for that, but unfortunately Asher only had access to an Isaac today. "Okay, here's a dumb idea. Can you give me the Digivice for a bit? Maybe you need a bit of time away from Her so you can clear your mind and think." It was highly unlikely that Asher would take Isaac up on his offer. Not with the death grip he had his Digivice locked in. However, for the time being Isaac remained hopeful.
Two seconds. Three seconds. Was it time to go already? At the very least, Isaac didn't hear any crumbling sounds since the last cheap trick. Or, apparently, it was an expensive trick. "That pun was bad and you should feel bad," Isaac said, trying to resist the urge to groan. "Anyway, time's up, we really need to g-"
The snake. Of course, Meicoomon would bring up the snake. Except it wasn't Meicoomon, but instead the weird-voiced Asher. Isaac let out a long, hefty sigh, trying to think of the most careful way to word this. "It's half of a spirit," he finally decided. "So I only lost half of it. Make sense?" Probably not! But Isaac did not want to divulge into the details.
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Post by Asher on May 6, 2017 6:09:26 GMT
The thought of Isaac literally stumbling around to figure out how his limbs worked was a bit funny. With such a strange body, it couldn't be easy! At least he didn't have thirty heads to juggle, or something utterly ridiculous. Even though Digimon really were weird in how they were constructed. What in the world could have created some of these weird beings?
It should have been expected that Isaac would resort to that. "I told you, I don't find blue guys attractive at all." This was all Kinkakumon's fault! Not his own! Heck, blue skin in general was not appealing! He'd much prefer to find appeal in human colored humans, rather than anything else! "It's almost like you want me to be interested in you." Maybe that would put Isaac off from future comments about the subject!
Still, Asher couldn't see the NeoDevimon as a happy person when intoxicated. Unless Maia was present. Hm... Nope. He wasn't going to condone any of that! "You mean, you'll be just like you are every day?" The teen jabbed, teasingly. Okay, Isaac wasn't actually that bad! But he had to take the opportunity to make fun of him! "I'm sure Elliot would take care of you." Hopefully all while scolding his older brother for being an idiot. Not that any of this would ever happen.
Just like handing over the digivice wasn't going to happen. "Brain pain?" Asher repeated, curiously. Is that really what Isaac was going to call it? Was it entirely in the actor's head? That would suck. For a moment, Asher debated on handing over the device, loosening his hold. Almost immediately, nausea swept over the teen as he felt as though he was swaying in place. Just as quickly, once grip was reestablished on the digivice, the feeling passed. "I think I'm good, thanks," he finally declined, with a shake of the head. It would feel weird not to have his D-Scanner with him, anyway. "I can think just fine." Maybe.
At least he had a clear enough mind to make awful jokes. "I regret nothing!" It was a great pun! Isaac should appreciate it! It was his fault for calling it cheap, anyway!
Pushing himself off of the mirror, the teen finally shoved his hands in his pockets. "Half is still more than one," he argued, while voice distorted slightly. "How did you lose something tethered to you?" It seemed that everyone wanted an answer to this!
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