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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on May 6, 2017 6:24:42 GMT
As soon as Asher even thought about making the suggestion, Isaac found himself gagging. "Oh, hell no," he said, the gagging sound continuing to echo around behind his mask. Isaac was really starting to get fed up with this thing. "No offense, but you're really not my type." Maybe Elliot's, but certainly not Isaac's! "I just use the material I'm given to work with. All's fair when it comes to war, you know," he added.
That said, if Asher was going to return fire with a doozy like that, maybe Isaac could stand to change up some of his more stale material.
He couldn't help but snicker a little at Asher's next jab. That was a good one. "Only when given reasons to complain," he said. "So, yeah, you're on the money there." A bit of self depreciation, eh? Not usually Isaac's humor route, but it seemed he was sufficiently amused today. "Anyway, I think you're right. But you'd never catch me dead putting that burden on him," Isaac said. Clearly, he was going to just force himself to power through the hangover, wasn't he? Maybe it was a good thing the little idiot elected to abstain.
Just like Asher abstained from handing over his Digivice. Isaac shrugged his big, bony shoulders. "Alright, then," he conceded, turning to resume his walk. "I'd say that's three seconds, by the way. Come on, we're almost out of here." Asher had peeled himself off of the mirror, too. Maybe this was finally going somewhere.
Then She reared Her head again, Isaac letting out a groan. "You're kidding," he muttered, wondering just why the increasingly weird-voiced, weird-word-choice-using Asher even had interest in this topic. He just wanted to get out of the scary hell place and revert back to a more sensible form before he had to talk. Was that so much to ask? Apparently, yes. "All sorts of things can happen to a tether. It can be cut, or entangled, or buried. After all, anything that can be made can also be broken," he said, trying his damn best to keep this response as vague as possible. Maybe he'd have more headway if he just opened up already.
Nah. That'd be way too easy.
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Post by Asher on May 7, 2017 5:51:24 GMT
Snickering, Asher shook his head. "I hope I'm not your type. Fifteen year old coworkers aren't mine," he pointed out, giving the most obvious reasons for 'rejection' of the sort. "You need better material," he added. That was no surprise. Nobody could win a war without a little creativity, right?
Though, if creativity was utilized through the next response, it was a bit weird. For a second, Asher had to eye his coworker to make sure that he wasn't the one possessed. "You make it sound like you'd have a choice," he teased. Elliot wouldn't let Isaac feel miserable without constant assistance! And probably a lot of chiding. But, Asher could be horribly wrong with that assumption. He wasn't sure if a drunken Isaac would just upset Elliot horribly!
Clearly, they weren't going very far. Only a few steps away from the mirror, the redhead stopped. "Is it actually broken?" Mindlessly clicking at the buttons on his digivice, Asher looked at the reflective surface that made up the floor. In similar reaction to earlier in the day, the teen stomped his heel into the floor, testing to see if it, too, could break. Instead, a hollow thud echoed throughout the room. It seemed the floor was a little more sturdy than the regular mirrors. At least, to a human's shoe.
Trying to avoid too much attention to his attempt to shatter more of the property, the teen pretended to stumble over his own feet, staggering forward slightly. Per usual, he attempted to brush off his 'failure' as something completely unnoticeable, by ignoring to acknowledge it. At least that wasn't out of character for the actor! "You're good at being vague, you know?" Asher pointed out, while curiously eyeing Isaac's newest evolution. "Maybe you're embarrassed to admit you like your new spirit the most?" Yes, keep the topic on Isaac.
After all, if Isaac focused on himself enough, maybe he'd fail to notice anything else. Such as the fact that the floor, which the redhead had 'subtly' tried to break, was the only mirror casting the reflection of a large rabbit monster standing directly behind Asher.
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on May 7, 2017 6:41:43 GMT
Isaac snickered, shaking his head some more. "Look, if I told you my type, I'm pretty sure you'd grump at me for being a broken record," he said. Was Isaac's type really Maia and Maia Alone? No, that'd be impossible. However, he sure as heck didn't care for thinking about anyone else right now. " 'Sides, when you say 15 year old co-worker, don't you mean 15 year old employee? You are my boss, after all." All the more reason why it was a relief that Isaac wasn't Asher's type. That would've just been asking for a scandal!
It was also a relief knowing that Elliot would have his back, no matter how unwarranted Isaac found that fact. "I really wouldn't want to trouble him," Isaac tried to insist, but he couldn't help but smile behind his mask. "He's a good kid. Too good, sometimes. Nobody should ever have to run themselves ragged to help their older brother pick up the pieces." The older brother was supposed to keep the younger brother intact, darnit, not the other way around! Isaac was totally capable of keeping himself in check.
Isaac was getting really tired of these pit-stops, but Asher just wasn't budging. In fact, now he was stomping around on the floor, trying to mess with the mirror. "Been there, tried that," Isaac said, briefly mistaking the older boy's intentions. "And no, it was not a solution to the maze. For the best, I'd imagine. If I passed through it I'd probably just fall out of the ceiling, or something like that." Seriously, what was he thinking trying to phase through that mirror? He must've been really desperate to get out of there.
"I've been told," Isaac said as Asher commented on his vagueness. "But sometimes, it's better off that wa-"
Asher's last comment got Isaac to pause. It was only moments after that Isaac burst into laughter, the horrible scraping sound echoing through his mask and around the hall of mirrors. "Oh my god," he choked out, trying not to smudge the mirrors as he nearly doubled over. "Do you seriously think that, if I could be using any other form right now, I would be using this? An untested and unstable new level, and a pretty ugly one to boot?" His laughter slowly subsided as he leaned slightly towards Asher. Did his reflection look different?
"I hate this thing," he said, eyes darting towards the large bunny stretching behind Asher. "What about yours? Do you hate Her so much you don't even want to introduce Her to me?"
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Post by Asher on May 7, 2017 7:45:00 GMT
"Why? Is your only type described entirely by your girlfriend?" For some reason, that was no surprise! Isaac was clearly smitten by the girl! "Hey, I don't sign your paychecks. I'd rather be considered on equal footing, you know?" Maybe it was a little weird that Asher didn't care much for a power trip. Even Asher felt almost like he'd be the type to let authority go to his head, but maybe that was exactly why it didn't. After all, half the time, Asher was pretending to just be one of the waitstaff, anyway.
Practically hearing the smile in the way that Isaac spoke, Asher managed a slight smile. "I think it's just what younger siblings do," he pointed out, lightly. "Doubt he'd mind." Did Elliot really mind much, if it meant that someone else would be happy? Probably not. At least, not if he cared about them. Maybe Isaac thought that the older brothers were supposed to be caretakers, but Asher had begun to believe otherwise. Maybe it was actually mutually beneficial? Just, in entirely different ways!
Eyes lifted to look from the floor to NeoDevimon, confused. What didn't-- oh. "Never know, 'til you try," the redhead shrugged, dragging his feet across the ground. Just like you never knew if a mirror would break until you tried to smash it. Ah well. Was worth a shot! "Try thinking with Portals?" Asher joked, throwing a glance to the ceiling. Forever falling between the two didn't sound appealing. Good thing this wasn't a video game!
Then again, if it were a video game, there might have been a save point before the NeoDevimon began laughing. Staring at the monster, Asher had to debate on if he had said something absolutely offensive. Slowly, the numbing sensation overcame him again. Normally, Asher would have said something to cover himself. Maybe that NeoDevimon wasn't actually that ugly? Or, he'd defend himself about not knowing what Isaac's preferences were!
Instead, it felt as if hands were slowly tightening around the teen's throat, cutting off any airflow, and his voice in turn. Lips parted, while random portions of the rabbit's image began to cast across a few of the nearby mirrors. Don't try to punch a Digimon. Do not. No matter how tempting it was! "You said not to use Her." Voice was barely a whisper, as his hand pulled from his pocket, coding already pulsing around it. Why did it hurt to breathe? "Did you want an introduction?"
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on May 7, 2017 7:59:04 GMT
"Not entirely, but why would I need to think of anyone else?" Isaac asked. Maia stole Isaac's heart with ease. A wandering eye would've been a horribly unfair way of repaying that. "I really lucked out, having someone so special end up in my life." There was a slight, bitter undercurrent entombed within Isaac's otherwise sing-song voice. Now he was about to learn what it was like to lose someone so special, if he didn't get his act in gear and find a way out of these spirit forms. He could only hope she'd wait for him. Actually, he could only hope that she wouldn't, if waiting would just end up hurting her more.
Feelings sucked.
At mention of paychecks, Isaac nodded slightly. "True," he said. Briefly he wondered if any of the maids had tried to date Asher, but he figured that Asher would be oblivious at best and shoot the idea down completely at worst. "Well, okay. I won't call you my boss anymore, then." With how little Isaac would be appearing at the maid cafe these days, there were likely many ways in which that statement would be true.
It was also true that Elliot really wouldn't mind helping Isaac out. "Like I said. He's too good of a kid," Isaac rationalized. "Hell, he'd put the world on his shoulders if he thought it'd make people happy. Scary thing us, sometimes I think he'd be able to pull it off." Why did Elliot always have to be so . . . Elliot? It made him impossible to talk out of stupid and silly ideas sometimes!
He blinked as Isaac gave quite the redundant statement. "I did try," he said, blank-faced. "After I did, the lizard who guarded this maze looked at me as if I was the most absurd person to come into his parlor. And this is after you tried to solve the maze by punching it in the face." How were these two both so absurd? Isaac was sure if they were in the mirror maze at the same time, this would've ended in Chameleomon quitting his job for good.
Of course, maybe it was for the best he was gone. Whatever was going to happen now was sure to scuff up a few mirrors. "I thought She was hurting you before," Isaac said. "Then it seemed like letting go of your Digivice was causing you more discomfort than keeping it. Do remember, the first thing I did was ask to meet Her." What did Isaac even want out of this? Frankly, he didn't even know. He was just trying to find a way to get Asher out of here alive, whether by giving in or ignoring the spirit.
"An introduction might be nice, but I'm making sure you live first. Come on, we're almost halfway there."
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Post by Asher on May 7, 2017 8:40:53 GMT
The question had Asher shrugging, "I don't know. You can like other things. Doesn't mean you don't like her." That seemed fair, didn't it? Some people were just less nervous about admitting that there was potential to find attraction outside of their significant other. Asher wasn't about to point out that Isaac was head over heels for someone when he was only fifteen. He certainly wasn't going to be the pessimist to mention that things don't always last forever! And, if he did, surely it would get around to the boy's girlfriend eventually, and she would try to murder Asher for the thought.
Girls were scary.
There was a pause at the realization that Isaac may be literally unable to work for a while. "I'm still your boss," the teen countered, nonchalantly. "The kind that's so concerned about you that I visited you while you are clearly too sick to work." Did that smell like a decent cover up? Asher certainly hoped it did. Sure, the manager had no idea why Isaac hadn't been at work lately, but he was more than willing to find an excuse, if it would help out. But, would the NeoDevimon play along?
Only giving a nod to the part about Elliot, Asher had to agree. The boy certainly was capable of being something different. Maybe, he needed to visit Elliot in the near future.
"Of course you did." The actor had to wonder just how Isaac had gone about trying to use the floor as a portal. What? Jump up and down like a child throwing a tantrum? Or cannonball onto the floor? Both thoughts were humorous, in their own ways! "In my defense, I just broke a mirror. I didn't punch the chameleon!"
This elicited a sigh from the otherwise silent mercenary. "Do mew two just rawrfuse to use his name? It's a Chamelemon. It isn't that hard!" Then again, maybe the two were too dense to figure out the naming systems for Digimon around here. Did it look like the creature? Chances were, it was named similarly!
Ignoring Meicoomon, Asher seemed entirely focused on the NeoDevimon. "She is," he pointed out, flatly. It still hurt, when his body wasn't fuzzy from the numbness! If people weren't around, he'd surely still be in a catatonic state in the prior room. Whatever was permitting the spirit user any movement, surely, was willpower alone. If it were up to his body, he'd be completely immobile.
It felt like one moment, Isaac was trying to provoke the spirit, while the next, he was trying to avoid her. "You're sending mixed messages," the teen admitted, words catching in his throat. Why was it so hard to play off the confusion? Trying to take a deep breath, Asher took a shaky step forward while returning his hand to brace the wrist of the other. Fractal code warped slightly at the touch, but continued its path around the teen's hand.
Still, he wasn't fully understanding the situation. "Why do you keep making it sound like I'm going to die?" Maybe Isaac was the true pessimist, here!
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on May 7, 2017 19:01:29 GMT
"Yeah, that's true," Isaac said. "I guess I just never really cared to think about it much before? I dunno. Elliot was always the social butterfly, not me." In retrospect, with how tumultuous things could be back at home, and how Isaac was always a bit of a loner, it made sense that he wouldn't have time to focus on that. "I guess I've always kinda liked the girl next door type? I dunno. I know Elliot's preference, at least." Wow, Isaac. Way to just leave such a juicy piece of gossip hanging!
Girls were scary, but not as scary as Asher's bluff. Isaac fell for it hook, line, and sinker, but maybe not for the reasons that Asher had suggested. "You visited?" he asked, voice quiet and eyes wide. "Did you see Elliot? How was he?" Part of him was relieved to know someone was checking in on his brother, but part of him was burning with curiosity over how Elliot had been since the D-Reaper incident. If only he had the form, and the guts, to check.
It took a bit for him to realize what Asher was actually implying. "Oh, and, thank you," he said, somewhat sheepish. It was a very strange-sounding emotion coming from a mess like NeoDevimon.
"I didn't punch it either," Isaac said. "I considered it, but I didn't." That said, Meicoomon's sudden input made Isaac fall silent. He looked contemplative, ever so briefly, before answering her. "I thought it was an iguana," he said, somewhat confused. At least Isaac didn't say something dumb like komodo dragon or gila monster!
Hearing Asher describe the pain this new spirit was putting him through started to clear everything up. "So it hurts if you keep Her around, and it hurts if you don't," he summarized, wondering just how much Asher was being put through right now. He really wished he could help more here. Although, were Isaac's messages really that mixed? "I'm just trying to find out what's going on," he said, still somewhat puzzled. "Not a lot here makes sense. And my head's been really hazy lately. I still have no clue what'll happen if She appears, and that kind of worries me."
The fractal code was coming, though. It was too late for take-backs. "They kept telling me you would. It's easy to worry about something when everyone crams it down your ears," Isaac said. "Jokes on them, though. I'm not going to let you die. So whatever happens next, bring it on!"
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Post by Asher on May 7, 2017 20:16:50 GMT
It was becoming more apparent that Isaac didn't even know what he liked. This was equally as surprising as it was expected. "Girl next door type?" Truth be told, Asher had never really figured out what classified as 'girl next door' as far as types went! Movies had led him to some conclusions as to what it implied, but they were never quite consistent enough. "You know what your brother likes, more than you know what you like," the boy stated, trying to fully wrap his head around how weird Isaac could be, "why do you know him better than you know you?" Sure, Asher was curious about Elliot's 'type', but he certainly wasn't going to ask defensive older brothers about it!
Or, maybe just dumb older brothers. After hearing Isaac seriously fall for a lie that wasn't even designed to trick him, Asher stared blankly at him for a few moments. Within that short time, a wave of relief washed over the spirit user. It felt strange, and not quite his own feeling, but for that moment, the numbness and the pain subsided. Maybe there were worse options than Asher, when it came to becoming someone's spirit. Rather than pointing out anything about Isaac's hopes, the teen hummed a, "mhm," before trying to keep off of the topic. Isaac was being weird.
Cue another second of the pain passing, when NeoDevimon mistook a chameleon for an iguana. "Seriously?" Asher was no lizard expert, but Chamelemon didn't really look like a regular old iguana! Then again, Asher also had a spirit in his head, fully aware that Chamelemon was a chameleon.
"I think that's why it could disappurr into the mirrawrs? Mew know, how Chameleons blend in with stuff?" Somewhat convoluted logic, but Whiskers had just assumed there was a connection. It was hard to remember that not everyone had seen a Chamelemon before!
With a nod at Isaac's attempt to understand the situation, Asher threw another glance to the floor. It was so annoying that there were mirrors everywhere! "Well, it'd better not do what Elliot's did," the teen was quick to comment, more to himself than anyone else. And, in return, a stinging pain pulsed up his arm. That didn't feel like a promising response! Sharply inhaling, Asher continued to walk toward where the exit surely still stood. "Are you afraid?"
It was weird to think that Asher would die just for having a spirit. That wasn't a thing, was it? Maybe the residents had just been trying to scare Isaac off! It was hard to tell! "I'm not planning on dying anyway," he pointed out, almost defensively. For once, the rabbit was gone from the reflection across the floor, though coding still warped harshly around the redhead's hand. At least for the moment, it seemed that Asher was keeping it somewhat under control. "Do you think it's weird that nobody's here? I mean, this place is pretty much empty now." Just keep up the distractions, and maybe they won't need to find out what the spirit does! Or, they'd just irritate Her. It was hard to say.
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on May 7, 2017 20:39:08 GMT
Isaac let out a low growl as Asher continued pushing and poking. Why did he have to keep doing this? Why couldn't he just leave him alone instead of always trying to dig deeper? "Can you stop already," he snarled, a bit of NeoDevimon's frustration and paranoia intertwining in with his own. "It doesn't matter, anyway." From that point on, he decided to keep his lip shut about this topic. Bringing up old wounds like that would only make it more painful for everyone involved.
The feeling seemed to be mutual, though. Asher didn't even mention anything about how Elliot was doing. Isaac let out a slight humph sound, answering Asher's silence with his own. If he wanted to be like that, it was fine with Isaac. He was too fatigued for this nonsense anyway.
Meicoomon got answers, at least. She didn't do anything to tick Isaac off today, which was honestly starting to seem like some sort of achievement. "That makes sense," he said. "Although we could go through the mirrors. Does that mean we're chameleons?
Just kidding. I'll make sure to read up on lizards next time I make a guess like that."
At least they were finally getting to the exit. Isaac turned to Asher, wondering if he should keep up his stupid, childish vow of silence or if he should try giving Asher a genuine answer. both of those sounded like stupid ideas, honestly. "Maybe," he said, voice sounding surprisingly far away for how nearby Isaac was to Asher. "It's hard to tell where being afraid begins and ends anymore, with the days I've been having lately." When you were fearful every day, how did you know when you were actually afraid? "Are you?"
At least Asher wasn't planning on dying. Some of his questions were really starting to get redundant, though. "They told me the place was going to collapse, and that they were leaving," Isaac said. "It can't be strange that it's happening when they told me it was happening at least three times.
If it makes you feel better, we can check for Wizardmon. He's not far from here." Keep trying to be understanding. Keep trying to focus on Asher instead. Do anything, anything, but get lost in thinking about yourself again.
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Post by Asher on May 8, 2017 5:57:42 GMT
Eyes stared dully at the NeoDevimon, picking up on the irritation. Defensive? Most definitely. Perhaps, a reaction like that is what prompted a hint of distortion to the redhead's voice. "No." Refusing to remove his focus from Isaac, the boy continued with a far more casual, "it does matter. Why wouldn't it?" Of course Asher wouldn't just drop the subject!
Silence seemed a bit unnerving. Especially since it was this weird silence that still had occasional humphs and hums. Whiskers was certainly glad to keep someone talking, to avoid the trend from continuing. "Purrhaps," the feline scrunched her nose subtly. "I don't think that's how it works. But one of mew might turn into chameleons?" The Meicoomon certainly knew that she didn't! But, that didn't mean that a spirit user couldn't access such a form! "If it makes mew feel any bettfur, I don't know anything about lizards, either."
It was a little surprising to hear the response provided by such a scary looking creature. "I still don't know what's going on with you," the young man pointed out. That made it awfully difficult to see where Isaac was coming from! The answer implied that Isaac's actual answer would be a 'yes', though, and that's all that really mattered! But, he had to wonder what would make Isaac afraid enough to place such an answer in question.
To continue the trend of his responses lately, the teen dropped another, "no." Liar. The feeling of claws digging under his skin caused the spirit user to pause, placing his free hand on his shoulder, checking to be sure that it was all in his head. Which, of course, it was. "I'm not," he followed up, insistently. But, which was he answering? Being afraid, or his own thoughts of being a liar? Luckily, nobody else could see into his own head for the response.
The feeling of imaginary nails spread from his shoulder to beneath his collar bone, catching the breath in his throat. "I don't think-" the redhead began, trying to regulate his breathing. It was hard to pretend he wasn't in any sort of pain! "-anyone told me about that when I came in here." Surely, it was his own fault for not wanting to take part in conversations! If Chamelemon or Wizardmon had said a single thing about the place falling apart, Asher might have actually agreed to wait!
Maybe talking to someone else would make Asher feel better. There was just a slight problem with that. "He's already gone." And now, a slight paranoia set in. Isaac, surely, knew that Wizardmon hadn't remained in the room after babbling so urgently about escape, right? Was the other spirit user just trying to lie to make Asher move more quickly?
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on May 8, 2017 6:15:59 GMT
Nope. Isaac was not doing this. The only way to keep himself sane would be to keep ignoring Asher whenever he got so fixated on this topic. In order to distract himself from how crushing the resulting silence was, he kept the weird conversation about lizards with Meicoomon going. "I'm not sure. It doesn't seem to meet the theme, really," Isaac said. Wait, what the heck was the theme even? There seemed to be something tying all of these spirits together, even if just the element. "Mine are usually a lot leaner than Chamelemon was. More draconic, more demonic. Most of them pretty dark, besides Yasyamon. It's weird, but they all kind of match like that." Did all spirit users have lines that cohesive? "Asher's thing seems to be more golden. And bustier," he helpfully added.
At least he was paying enough to listen to Asher lying. Okay, maybe there was a super small chance that he was telling the truth, but nobody ever doubled down unprompted if they were being honest. "It's okay," he said, continuing to gloss over Asher's other questions to focus on the one most important right now. "I don't like admitting it either."
Asher was breathing funny now. All the more reason why Isaac had to get out of here faster. He had to get out of Her dome, and out from Her sway, and maybe then Asher could breathe. Or maybe Asher needed to go even further, head to Terminus and see a Wizardmon about the problem with the voices in his head. Or maybe he needed to go further still, head to Shibuya, and get Alicia and Sol to help him sort things out. Anything, literally anything but just standing here while he was clearly in a bad way. "You might not've been listening right," Isaac said. "Not that I can blame you. They're very hard to understand when they talk. I had the same problem."
They were out of chances to talk, though. Chameleomon wasn't kidding when he said that Wizardmon was gone, apparently. "Is he? Shame," Isaac said. "Was hoping we'd have one last chance at answers. Guess it's just the three-" Isaac paused, counting on his fingers a bit. "Four? Five? Ugh, screw numbers, it's just us now. And we're almost there."
Maybe he'd luck out and avoid the unpleasant truths along the way.
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Post by Asher on May 8, 2017 18:38:26 GMT
A low grumble emitted from Asher's throat, while he began to actively play with his digivice. It wasn't like cell phones were all that useful around here, so he may as well figure out if there were any extra functions on the D-Scanner. Maybe, it would save his sanity. But, it didn't help drown out the conversation between his cat and Isaac. "I don't have to evolve to hit you," he commented lowly, eyes only raising from his digivice for a second. Clearly, Asher had not found the NeoDevimon's statement to be 'helpful.'
And, that may have contributed to how Asher wouldn't take any helpful statements from Isaac, even if earnest. "I'm not afraid," the redhead stated, matter-of-fact. Fingers twitched, almost dropping his D-Scanner, as he attempted to ignore the pain. Continuing to walk, Asher threw a glance to Whiskers, who seemed completely oblivious to the entire situation. "There's nothing to be afraid of." Or, there could be a lot to fear. For instance, being in a strange place. That was justification, enough, wasn't it?
Another crumbling sound began, softly, across the ceiling of the room. If one were to look up, they would find that the glass had begun to spider, with tiny fragments sprinkling from the sky. Then again, if literal glass was falling from the ceiling, maybe it wasn't smart to look up, at all! "I listened enough to get directions," Asher shrugged, forcing himself to inhale, "all I got out of it was that other people wanted the spirit before. They didn't say anything else." Had they? Now, Asher was second-guessing.
Now, the teen was left confused at Isaac's math. "Where are you getting five from?" Asher counted three bodies! Spirits couldn't actually be considered people, could they? Maybe Isaac was the one going crazy! At least they were almost at the mirror that led to the next room, since Asher had finally begun moving along.
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on May 9, 2017 3:20:11 GMT
Man, Asher could be really immature about the fact that his spirits were female, couldn't he? "Hitting me won't make them go away," he warned, chuckling ever so slightly at the idea. He earned a good laugh or two today, even if just briefly.
Asher still seemed to insist he wasn't afraid, though. It was enough to send Isaac's eyes rolling. "If that's the case, then you're not looking or listening properly," Isaac warned. Of course there was plenty to be afraid of! They were in the giant shadow dome of the Spirit of Nightmares! That was, like, the product a random name generator coughing up at least three fear related adjectives. "Besides, being afraid isn't a problem. How you handle it is where the problems arise." Isaac, at least, was certainly feeling like his way was problematic.
Crack. Glass continued to shatter, ever so slightly. Isaac continued to pick up the pace, very much not slightly. He pulled his legs up slightly and entered a glide, as if hoping his footsteps wouldn't hasten the pace of the breakage. "That's more than I listened, at least," Isaac admitted. "This form's new, and not the most attentive. And I'll admit, I haven't been much either lately. Come on, come on, we're nearly there."
Was Asher seriously not getting Isaac's implications, though? "I can't consider this form a part of me until I've mastered it. That's four," Isaac started. "And I saw Her shape stretching out behind you on the mirrors. She's active. She's present. I'm fairly sure She's been speaking through you. She's five."
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Post by Asher on May 9, 2017 4:34:55 GMT
No, violence certainly wouldn't make the spirits go away. "I bet it'll make one of us feel better." Not that a human's punch would even do much to the NeoDevimon, but it could help. Or give Isaac another laugh, when Asher inevitably hurt his hand. On a less pleasant note, it could always end with NeoDevimon freaking out because someone touched him. And, at least Whiskers didn't want to see that happen. It was hard to vouch for Isaac or Asher in that situation.
"How not? What's there to be afraid of?" Maybe that was a question that the teen shouldn't be asking. Especially when it was pretty clear how far in denial he was about the situation! Which really explained his next statement. "I'm handling this just fine. Aren't you?" At least Asher wasn't cowering in a corner, someplace! Then again, any corners in this room were created by mirrors, and it would be even worse to be facing multiple reflections of himself.
Meicoomon, listening to the entire conversation, rolled her eyes while lifting tendrils up to shield her face from any glass that might land on her. "Mew both are hopeless," she mumbled, with a shake of her head. Stupid humans. If they would just get along for more than thirty seconds at a time, maybe Whiskers wouldn't have to pick mirror shards from her fur tonight!
At least Asher felt a little better about paying more attention to certain parts of the conversation than Isaac had! "You'd think, for such a twitchy thing, it would pay more attention," the spirit user snickered, glancing to the side. Still, Asher picked up his pace to reach the next mirror, only pausing to give a curious look at his company. Would this room completely disappear, once he exited it? That seemed the case with the last one, if assumptions were correct.
"Do you ever think you've actually mastered a spirit?" What did that feel like? Asher couldn't say, for certain, if he had mastery over any of his! Eyes flickered around the room, to glance over the mirrors. "You heard it?" Still, no figure cast itself on the mirrors. Maybe Isaac was just paranoid. "Are you sure you're not just going crazy?" Teasing probably wasn't the best medicine, but it was how Asher chose to cope with the situation!
Meanwhile, Whiskers decided not to wait in the slowly collapsing room, and made a small motion to follow, while slipping through the mirror. Once on the other side, she found herself in the beginning room, with a sliver of sunlight barely remaining on the questionable horizon. Surely, not for long.
Gesturing at the portal, Asher clicked his tongue to the roof of his mouth. "After you."
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on May 9, 2017 18:27:12 GMT
"You're right," Isaac said, a distorted chuckle coming from NeoDevimon. "It'd certainly amuse me seeing you try." However, upon thinking about the matter more, Isaac immediately started shaking his head. "Seriously, though, please don't do that. This form's very jumpy, and I haven't had time to wear down its impulses yet. Aggression or violence coming its way could end . . . badly." It made Isaac shudder imagining just what NeoDevimon's horrible rending claws could do to an unprotected, untransformed Asher.
Needless to say, this left Isaac quite cognizant of the many things to be afraid of. How was Asher in such denial about all of this? "If you call cringing after every movement and clutching yourself in pain handling things well," Isaac said, shrugging. "As for me? I think we could all handle things better, could we not? We've both got a lot weighing on us. Not Meicoomon, though. She's fine."
Speaking of Meicoomon, she seemed quite irritated with how they were fighting. The glass raining down on the trio probably played a role in that. Isaac stopped his glide, stretching a wing over Meicoomon like a big, demonic umbrella. It was better than nothing, especially if Isaac couldn't succeed at getting Asher to hurry his ass up. "Better?" he asked, wincing a little as he felt shards of glass clatter onto it. The impulse to pull his wing back was strong, but he forced it down even as it twitched in agitation.
Was the weird, distorted-voice Asher laughing? Apparently, Isaac had amused Her quite a bit with that response. "Being too aware can be just as bad as being unaware," Isaac pointed out. "Especially when things are unclear, it can be easy to filter out the wrong information." Was the information poorly received or poorly delivered? Either way, the living spam filter that was NeoDevimon's ears was having none of it.
The question of mastery was an interesting one, wasn't it? "Depends on what you mean," Isaac said. "If you're expecting full control, than no, never. These spirits have many more years of will and experience than we do, and it's a question of working with them rather than overriding them. When I can control my own motor functions and attacks, and stave off any bad impulses, then I consider the form at least somewhat mastered. Anything more than that is up to you and your spirit." Elliot could probably explain way better. Then again, Elliot hadn't been dealing with extended time stuck in spirit form like Isaac had been recently.
Speaking of spirits, She seemed to ask if She had been overheard. "Your voice distorts somewhat from time to time. That isn't something normal humans do," Isaac pointed out. "Heck, it isn't even something us Spirit Users usually do. There's something stronger going on here, and it's up to you and Her to sort it out. I can only watch and listen."
Isaac certainly couldn't watch if he was going through the mirror first, could he? "Oh no," he said. "You're going first. I need to make sure you don't do anything stupid, like linger here while the place collapses in on you. Or punch a few more mirrors on your way out." At least by now, however, Isaac realized berating Asher wasn't the only solution here. "Don't worry. Meicoomon's on the other side. You won't be alone there. And she'd never let anything hurt you," he assured.
Would Asher listen?
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