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Post by Asher on May 10, 2017 6:19:49 GMT
At least there was an agreement there! But, was Isaac seriously that worried about his own self control. "It might help control those impulses," the spirit user commented, clearly less concerned about the imaginary situation. Asher wasn't actually going to hit anyone! Still, his lifted his hand up, showing the fractal code still visible. "That depends on how fast you are, anyway." Why did Asher get this feeling that none of his spirits would be too thrilled to let the boy actually get hurt?
Dropping his hand back to his side, the teen shrugged. "I think that I'm handling this very well," he breathed, "would you prefer if I curled in a ball in the corner? Because I could be doing that instead." Asher was hurting enough to justify such an action, after all! "That's not being afraid, anyway," he pointed out, "pain and fear are two totally different things." If Asher was scared every time he got hurt, the boy would have a lot more issues!
Whiskers would actually be surprised if either spirit user could swim, with all the weight they carried on their shoulders. "Hyoomins are too compurrlicated," the feline grumbled, with a shake of her head. They were awfully convenient, when they became umbrellas! Ears twitched, while the cat looked side to side. She wasn't going to risk looking up, even if someone was blocking the glass from getting in her eyes! Wasn't there a fairy tale about a kid getting a shard of a mirror in his eye, or something? Either way, it wouldn't go well! "Much bettpurr. Thank mew."
With a roll of the eyes, the spirit user hummed, "I imagine that doesn't matter, when you filter out all the information?" Not that the distorted voice had much room to talk! If Asher had paid more attention, he probably wouldn't have picked up the totem! Stupid boy!
At least it wasn't expected of Asher to be able to suppress his spirit's activity entirely. Surely, that would be an impossible task! "Bad impulses?" Asher repeated, mulling it over. What, exactly, defined as bad? He hadn't really had problems with that, yet! That was surely for the best. While he didn't want to outright say it, Asher was definitely hoping not to deal with Elliot's issues on the Beast front.
Even the soft, "hmm," distorted in the teen's throat, while mulling over the oddity of sharing words. Pulling lightly at the collar of his shirt, Asher tried to pretend he wasn't overly concerned about the situation, though word choice deceived that. "Well, I'm hardly human," the teen joked, only to follow up with, "you don't think I'm the one going crazy, then, do you?" Spirit Users were complicated. He surely couldn't be the only one with a creature that wanted to participate in the conversation, right? And how did anyone sort anything out, in a situation like this? It sounded like someone needed a therapist!
Crossing arms in front of him, Asher barely blinked, while leaning his back against the frame of another nearby mirror. "You don't seriously think I'm going to kill myself, do you?" To wait around in a collapsing room would surely be suicide. But, for the time being, it seemed that the ceiling was still only flaking away. "And, I only broke the first one because the lizard was being annoying." Still not using Chamelemon's name, it seemed! "Like I said, I'm not afraid. There's probably nothing on the other side to be afraid of!" Did Isaac seriously think a cat would save Asher, even if there was? A rookie could only do so much! "I'm making sure this room doesn't fall apart the second I walk through that door and trap you here. It's almost like you don't trust me." Or definitely like Isaac didn't trust him!
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on May 10, 2017 6:46:42 GMT
"You mean, like Elliot slamming pots over your head helping control yours?" Isaac asked. "You told him to not do it for good reason. And I'm telling you not to hit me for the same good reasons. Can we at least wait until we're out of here before we start joking about this kind of thing?" That said, it was hard for Isaac not to notice the fractal code around Asher's hand still. Was it even healthy to leave a Digivolution in process for this long? Isaac was almost worried that Asher would turn into some horrible The Fly style hybrid if he kept it up.
That said, Isaac had to admit that Asher was handling this better than he expected. "Fair," he said. "At least we're moving. Just don't grind yourself trying to show how strong you are, please." He wasn't buying that Asher wasn't afraid for a second. Could ignoring fear really be considered the same as bravery? Asher seemed to be making the first into an art form right now. Combining that mental pain with his physical pain couldn't have been good.
Then again, the mental pain of being sassed by a bunny possessing Asher's voice box was pretty bad as well. "If She's going to keep being such an annoying backseat driver, you're going to have a fun time on your hands," Isaac advised. Maybe that was the kind of bad impulse that Asher would have to look out for! "It's not always severe, so you know," Isaac warned Asher. "This form's paranoia and Gargoylemon's severe emotional imbalances are just dramatic examples. But even Devidramon's impulsiveness can be dangerous for the human bearing it if left unchecked. And that never even felt like a problem. Hell, it felt great." What Isaac wouldn't give to unseal Devidramon right now. Why did the whole D-Reaper thing have to corrupt his favorite form the hardest?
Asher calling himself inhuman earned a quirked eyebrow from Isaac. "More human than a lot of people I know," he said, wondering just what the hell Asher even meant by that. Hadn't he made comments like that before? Why? "Now, crazy? Maybe. Maybe not. Going to a world that moves faster than ours with far more dramatic consequences can have its effect. But I don't think you're any less sane than you usually are, at least." Was that a compliment or an insult? Even Isaac didn't seem 100% sure.
"Intentionally, no. But I'll never rule out doing something incredibly stupid for all the right reasons," Isaac said. Asher was exactly the kind of person who would make a dumb, reckless sacrifice just to make others happy. It made Isaac so tempted to keep him on a short leash. Sure enough, Asher's explanation pointed exactly towards that conclusion. It was also surprisingly smart of the boy. Color Isaac impressed. "That's actually a really fair concern," Isaac said. "Thanks for looking out for me. I'll go on ahead, then, unless you'd prefer we walk through it together." After waiting on a response from Asher Isaac would move through the mirror, with or without his friend by his side.
What would be left to await them?
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Post by Asher on May 11, 2017 6:08:30 GMT
"That's different!" Asher was quick to counter. It would have been nice to be able to forget about that! The redhead still felt bad about that! "He was doing it with good intent!" Surely, Isaac couldn't say the same about violence! Either way, the boy rolled his eyes and flashed a smile. "No time like the present, right?" That was an awful excuse as to why Asher wasn't going to wait to joke around!
Shaking his hand at his side, the actor attempted to disperse the coding around his hand, but it still persisted. So much for willpower! "Right," the teen dully answered, making it fairly obvious that he wasn't taking the concern into consideration too heavily. "I'll be sure to keep that in mind." Or not. At all.
Lips turned from smile to smirk, listening to Isaac. "Are you just upset that you got burned by a spirit?" If the rabbit was able to think of sassy things to say to Isaac, Asher might be able to get used to that! Less so on the part where she was talking without his permission, of course. Hearing the varying forms of impulses that were meant, he found himself stuck on Devidramon's supposed downfall. "If it felt great, how was it bad?" It didn't really make sense. Given, Asher's experiences with Devidramon had been fairly limited, but it didn't seem like a particularly bad beast. Asher would have taken it in a heartbeat, if Devidramon had been an option for him.
There was a shrug at the human comment, not necessarily agreeing with the NeoDevimon. But, Asher wasn't going to argue it, either. No point in drawing too much attention to the subject, after all! "My old therapist said I was sane once," the teen hummed, curiously, "think it still stands?" Probably not. That was a few years ago, when Asher wasn't worried about multiple spirits inhabiting a single body.
But, for now, he really needed to focus on the present! Like how Isaac was completely spot-on for Asher's reasoning for waiting! "I'd prefer you go through, first," the young man insisted, making another gesture toward the mirror. He wasn't sentimental enough to want to leave at the same time as Isaac! Once the NeoDevimon stepped through, Asher took a glance back at the mirrors, before following the rest of the group.
An orange stripe lit the horizon, but the sun had just vanished. Meicoomon waited at the base of the stairs, impatiently. "Mew two take furever!" The feline whined, while glancing around the room. A full moon had already began lighting the field, albeit only dimly.
Following after Isaac, Asher took his first look at the room since time had begun passing. The room hissed with disembodied whispers as wind swept across the grass, though it seemed that the area was also empty. "So, uh," the teen began, while processing just how creepy the place felt, "I thought the sun was just decoration. Why does it have to move?" This place would cost a ton, if it were for sale!
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on May 11, 2017 6:29:03 GMT
"So you're telling me you want to hit a questionably stable demon, without even a bit of good intent behind that decision," Isaac said, voice deadpan. Apparently, without even a bit of good thought behind it either. Why did Asher insist on thinking sometimes? "Yeah, I'm making the strategies between us from now on, if that's okay." Isaac really didn't want any more samples of Asher's "tactical" "brilliance" today. The more he was exposed to it, the more he wanted to just run home and never look back.
Oh, wait. He couldn't.
At least Asher's latest question snapped Isaac out of his wandering mind. "Maybe a little," he said, snorting a bit from the laughter he was trying to restrain. Nobody else needed to hear that horrible scraping noise today, especially not Isaac. At least when he was amused he was far more open to questions.
"Why was it bad?" he repeated, racking his brain a little. "It may have felt like a total rush using Devidramon, but it was also really easy to get carried away when using him. And oftentimes, it lead to me taking the easy road instead of actually thinking through my options. It isn't always good to keep giving in to your first instincts, especially when they aren't even your own. You could lose control far too quickly." For example, maybe there was a better solution to the Gargoylemon debacle than stabbing Elliot. Or maybe he could've picked a slower, more balanced route to bring a drunken Amelie home.
At least somebody thought Asher was sane. Briefly, Isaac pondered, eventually nodding in agreement. "So do I," he said, looking back at Asher as he started to make his way through the mirror. "You're a real headache sometimes. But you're a sane one. And probably stronger than we both think." With that said, Isaac finished crossing the boundary.
It was actually really nice on the other side. The full moon was a nice change of pace from the horrible mirror maze, and the view from the stairs was pretty lovely. "That's better," Isaac said, letting out a sigh of relief. "Nothing's left in our way, right? Now we just have to get out of here." At Asher's current pace, easier said than done.
He made it through the mirror, though. That was progress. "I'm pretty sure that's how space works," Isaac said, as Asher asked about the complex nature of orbits and day cycles. Or maybe Asher was asking why Wizardmon's Wonderland was plunged into darkness. "If you mean why this sun moved, probably because you took the spirit. That's kinda been the theme since we've gotten here, really. Although at least now there isn't any glass cracking under our feet.
We should probably get down from here, though, in case this staircase starts breaking too." Always assuming the worst just seemed like good protocol around here.
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Post by Asher on May 13, 2017 7:15:56 GMT
"Uh." When it was put that way, it sounded a lot less logical! Not that it ever really did. "Yes," Asher stated bluntly, "that is exactly what I'm saying." Who needed to be smart when it came to playing with literal monsters? It wasn't like anything made sense, anyway! "You wish," the teen snickered, "your strategies can be just as bad as mine, you know." And, Asher wasn't always full of bad ideas!
For a moment, the redhead shut his eyes. This headache was going to be the death of him, wasn't it? "Is that your laugh? Maybe it wasn't. Asher couldn't really identify what sound Isaac had just made!
First instincts. Hm. That was an interesting analysis. Would Isaac have ever actually thought about that, if Devidramon wasn't locked away? The question would surely remain a mystery. "What do you have to say about a NeoDevimon's instincts, then? Better than a dragon?" Feeling a sharp pain behind his eyes, the young adult staggered slightly, before catching himself. "I have a headache. Does that count for anything?" Bad time for jokes!
Once passing through the mirror, it was only a matter of time before things began to crumble. Almost immediately after Isaac's comment about the stairs crumbling, the entire room shook with a crash. Again, the portal behind them clicked, becoming impossible to pass through. The stairs remained stable, but even the moon shook in the sky. Hopefully that thing couldn't fall out of the ceiling.
Clutching at his chest to keep his heart from leaping out of his skin, Asher stared at Isaac with wide eyes. "Don't jinx it!" It seemed entirely possible, after the last sound! Once he had regained control of his breathing, the teen reached back to lightly brush the mirror's surface, confirming that it was no longer functioning. "You're making a mess." With another roll of the eyes, the boy looked up at the sky. "I know how it works in real life." Space wasn't that complicated! At least, not as far as sun and moon phases went! Either way, the teen tried to make his own conclusion about what Isaac meant about themes. It wasn't like the NeoDevimon was actually going to be helpful if he asked any questions, anyway. Neither of them actually knew how this place worked! Still, he gave a slow nod. "Yeah. Probably a good idea." It would suck to fall off of these things from a dizzy spell, wouldn't it?
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on May 13, 2017 7:32:27 GMT
Isaac sighed as Asher revealed that, yes, his plan was exactly that thoughtless. "You know, I'd say something, but the fact that you're still alive means these plans have somehow worked out for you so far," he observed. It was mind-boggling to imagine that Asher was somehow living through all of this with that kind of attitude, but he was right here in the flesh. "So at least for now, I'm just going to hold my tongue." That said, Asher had a point in that Isaac wasn't too hot at planning either. "Elliot's the planner between us. I'm the guy who knows how to get things done when the plans fall off of the rails," he pointed out. Order and chaos seem to have sorted themselves very accurately between the two brothers, it seemed!
And then She poked Isaac about his laugh. Really? Now that was just rude! "At least I'm showing mine off," he pointed out, another barb at the new spirit's continued insistence on hiding behind Asher. The fractal code was still pulsating and everything. How was this rabbit so good at staying half-manifested?
That wasn't the only question She had for him today, though. "Devidramon acts," Isaac said out, coolly. "To the point where I rarely have time to think about what's going on. NeoDevimon reacts. The slightest sound, sight, or touch can set it off, at least for the time being. And I have far too much time to think about far too many things. They each have their own strengths and weaknesses." Briefly, Isaac looked back at the mirror, as if to confirm that he was currently himself. "Yasyamon is nice and easygoing. A far easier spirit to first work with. I imagine if I found NeoDevimon first, I would be having a very different journey," he mused.
Unfortunately, there was little time for philosophy and wonder. The room was shaking in its entirety, and briefly Isaac pulled his legs up to glide in case the stairs really did collapse. Thankfully, they seemed to be the only thing not quaking right now. "Our time here's numbered," he said, before quickly noticing what She was saying now. "Is smudging the mirror seriously your first concern right now?" he asked, wondering what the hell left this place's inhabitants so obsessed with their damn mirrors.
That said, it was a long walk down, and Asher was in no state to do most of it. This staircase didn't even have guard rails! "One last chance," Isaac said, turning to face Asher. "I know this form is unnerving to you. But you've been wobbling like a drunken sailor since we found you. That's just not going to fly on a staircase like this. Please, let me carry you. Or at least grab my shoulder as we walk down so you have something to hold onto." If Asher said no, Isaac was half tempted to just snatch him up and start flying anyway. But he might as well be polite and check first, right?
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Post by Asher on May 13, 2017 8:42:40 GMT
The fact that Isaac couldn't argue with Asher's way of handling life was enough of a win for him for the day! "It's not all stupid," the spirit user admitted, with a smile. It just seemed that way! Asher was usually confident that he wouldn't die when he did stupid things, at least. "Does that make Whiskers my planner?"
If she wasn't waiting on the other side of the mirror, without being able to hear the conversation, surely the feline would have been quick to inform him that, no, that wasn't how it worked. It wasn't like Elliot's plans sounded like they ever worked out too well, anyway, if Isaac was so proud of being the backup plan to the actual plan.
"Tch," distortion slipped across even the scoffing sound that came from Asher's lips, while a small smile appeared. "It wasn't an insult." Moron. The thought was grating enough that Asher had to bite down on his tongue, briefly. It was hard not to start digging at his own skin to try to calm himself down! Instead, he lifted his hand, waving fingers as the coding warped slightly at each movement, "what do you prefer? Human? Or Beast?" Hand dropped to his side again, while breathing spiked. Okay, that was just too much. Was Isaac intentionally poking the bear?
Or, uh, rabbit?
Either way, it was clearly enough to keep the creature responsive. "Turn the weaknesses into strengths," was the surprising piece of advice provided. Given, Asher would assume that Isaac had already thought about that! There was a small twitch of the hand, while the teen resisted reaching into his pocket. Do not throw things at NeoDevimon to test what Isaac was saying! That was how people died!
But, was Isaac seriously going to make fun of the spirit user for touching the mirror? With unenthused expression, the teen maintained eye contact (or, at least, as best as one can when the other participant is wearing a mask) while pressing the side of his injured hand against the glass. Silently, applying more pressure, Asher dragged his hand a short distance across the pane, leaving a trail of red as the wound reopened. "Not what I cared about."
Looking up at her human, Whiskers cringed, "drawrmatic as always," she mumbled, with a scrunch of the nose. Did he really have to do things like that? Blood was gross!
Oh, and now the world was definitely spinning! Trying to shake his head in some attempt to clear it, the teen continued to pretend he was alright. "One last chance for-" focus on the topic! "-what?" Maybe he didn't want to know! Everyone could see how this situation was going to go, though. Except, maybe, Asher himself. "I'm not going to fall off the stairs. It's fine." He'd have restated the part about not wanting physical contact, but that raised a red flag last time. The spirit user didn't need to be called an impostor again!
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on May 13, 2017 23:59:57 GMT
"No," Isaac said. "It is all stupid. You're just really lucky and really stubborn. Which, hey, those are virtues of their own right." Not smart, though. Definitely not smart. Then again, that didn't just describe Asher. "Let's be fair, though. That could sum up both of us," he added, snickering a bit.
"I suppose you could say she's your planner," Isaac mused, thinking on what Meicoomon's role was in their team. "I mean, she brought me in here. So that's the kind of planning she comes up with, I'd say." Whether that was a good thing or not was up to Asher. Isaac had a feeling he wasn't the biggest fan of that plan, but who knows? He might've been happier to see Isaac than Isaac expected.
He was quite confused by what insult Asher's spirit was speaking of, but the inquiry that She also had was quite interesting. "I can't say for sure," Isaac said, putting a finger to his chin in thought. "Human spirits have usually been easier to work with. They're more like me in thought and shape. Sometimes tails, sometimes wings, but still two arms, two legs, and even proportions. Beasts change things a lot, in both shape and mind. I'm very happy with Devidramon, but I know my brother's still horrified by Gargoylemon. It all depends, really.
I like fractions. They're a nice midpoint. Simple."
That said, he nodded appreciatively at Her response. "That's what I'm hoping to try," he said. "Without the paranoia, NeoDevimon could be focused enough to hear a pin drop. I want to keep that part, not the violent impulses that come with it. I can't mold a spirit into what I want perfectly, but I can at least keep an even head and work with it."
Asher was making a mess of both the mirror and himself, dragging his blood all over the mirror until his hand wound reopened. "Why are you even doing that?" Isaac asked, eyes wide behind his mask. "Doesn't that hurt?"
Apparently not as much as falling off of the stairs would hurt. Isaac shook his head, sighing. "Wrong answer," he said, reaching to snatch Asher up in his arms. If he was successful, he'd be carrying Asher down the stairs bridal style. It would be very humiliating. "Look, I let you stumble through a maze by yourself, but you can barely stand. I'll put you down when we're off the stairs. Promised," Isaac said.
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Post by Asher on May 14, 2017 6:12:55 GMT
Was it really considered luck? Asher certainly didn't feel lucky right now. The spirit user would have argued the subject more, but at least Isaac was willing to put himself in the same boat. Giving a shrug, it didn't seem that Asher was going to press on it. How could Elliot actually leave Isaac unattended like this, anyway? It was just unnatural!
"Okay, so she's a really bad planner, then," the young man joked. What other logic would there be, to pick Isaac of all people? Especially a strange Isaac that was insisting on wearing that creepy body the whole time! Seriously, why was he dressed up as a NeoDevimon? Couldn't regular, human Isaac have come here?
It was also weird to watch a NeoDevimon think about things. It certainly didn't strike as the intelligent type! Odd to think that a human could, well, humanize something so nightmarish. At the comment of Elliot's beast, eyes glanced around the room, almost waiting for another roar. But, with the entire place crumbling, perhaps loud noises were bad ideas. "Shame he's not here." Actually, it was probably for the best. Asher certainly didn't want to see Elliot crying again.
Clicking his tongue to the roof of his mouth, the spirit user resisted saying anything on the subject of fractions. After all, Asher's opinion, and his actual beast's opinion on it were probably quite different. Yatagaramon never hurt her host, after all! As far as helpful advice went, it seemed nothing further would be provided. Was Asher even actually listening to the responses to these questions?
At least he seemed to be listening when a question was directed at him. "Proving a point," he responded initially, before pulling his hand from the mirror and looking over the cuts. "Not really," he admitted, after a moment of thought. Surprisingly, of all the things that hurt, the actual injury didn't! "Guess it's a good thing Lizardmon keeps those mirrors clean."
"Chamelemon."
"Whatever." It was great that Whiskers was more concerned about being correct about a Digimon's name than about her human being a complete wreck! Not that Asher had much time to think about Digimon names, when he heard Isaac. "Wrong wh-" Jerking back, the teen pressed his back against the mirror in an attempt to gain distance. Not that there was really much distance to be had! Asher hadn't even taken a step away from the mirror yet!
Surely, that meant it was a good time to step in, right? Fractal code severed from it's whirling circle, racing up his arm in a band of coding. For a moment, it seemed that any light from around the spirit user had been drawn out, leaving nothing but a black shell. With the sun completely gone from the room, the casing around the teen broke to reveal a rather large rabbit.
While Isaac surely wouldn't appreciate any of it, the Anytlamon displayed at least a small sum of restraint, as it swiped one of its large hands to the side, in some attempt to push the NeoDevimon out of the way. After all, at least its entrance didn't involve trying to punch anyone!
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on May 15, 2017 17:44:31 GMT
"Hate to say it, but I might've been your best option this time around," Isaac said, shrugging. "Much as I wish Elliot was here, I really don't think he'd be up for more danger so soon." For someone who was pissed off at this hunt's cryptic inhabitants, Isaac sure as heck wasn't doing better on the clarity front. He sighed, realizing just how unfair this was for Asher. "I'm sorry for being so cagey about all of this. I've had a lot to take in recently, and I'm still trying to work up the nerve to face it all," he admitted. "I don't want to get too worked up. Not in a form like this. Although maybe some emotional pressure is just the test it needs . . ." Now there was some food for thought.
It seemed even Asher's spirit would've preferred Elliot be here, too. "Shame indeed," Isaac said, the slightest hint of a mournful howl escaping from the back of his throat.
Then again, how could he be mournful when Asher was being such a tremendous idiot? Was he seriously cutting himself all over the wall just to prove a point? "He would do that, wouldn't he?" he asked, hoping that Asher's spirit would have more insight into him than Isaac did. Sure, it didn't even seem to hurt, but it could've been dangerous. And really gross, too. It was a good thing that, for all of NeoDevimon's quirks, literal bloodthirst wasn't one of them. "Well, whatever floats your boat, then," he said, somewhat tired of trying to figure out Asher today. He was already tired of trying to figure himself out, even!
At least now he wouldn't have to deal with Asher's quirks, because he was taking the back seat on this one. Antylamon had forcibly hijacked Asher's body, popping out of a shell of darkness and taking a restrained swing at Isaac to great some separation. At first NeoDevimon jerked back like a marionette, claws flared out and a low groan escaping his throat. Lightning began sparking between his claws, but Isaac quickly started forcing NeoDevimon out of his hunched fighting posture. No fighting today. Especially not with a friend. Especially especially not with a friend who was currently an entire level above him. Especially especially especially not when their spirits were among some of the most willful that they discovered so far. It would've been a recipe for disaster.
Slowly, NeoDevimon let out a strained sigh. At least for now, there wasn't going to be any violence. "Good," he said, looking Antylamon up and down. "Now I don't have to worry about him falling down the stairs on me.
So. What's your story?"
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Post by Asher on May 23, 2017 6:16:04 GMT
Isaac was the best option? "Well, that's a scary thought," the young man joked. Then again, was it entirely a joke? Asher was still pretty sure that he would have been better off alone! "I'm glad Elliot's not here." If he were, Asher would have to worry about the kid staying safe! Not that this place seemed overly dangerous. But, it was better to show concern when it wasn't needed, than to be entirely careless.
Tired of listening to the brother skirting around his own issues, the redhead hummed a small, "mhmm," without further inquiring on the subject. If Isaac wasn't going to just outright talk about it, Asher wasn't going to ask another time! He had his own problems to worry about, after all!
And, for the time being, Asher remained silent. It wasn't like he was the best conversationalist. Especially not when he had a killer headache! Not even his new spirit showed much interest in large responses, as it only emitted a small click from the teen's throat, throwing a glance to red painted glass. The potential for a vampire-looking Digimon holding interest in blood never crossed the teen's mind. Not that it would have stopped him, either way!
Mostly because a certain Spirit had been struggling for some sense of dominance since it had been obtained. Finding the perfect point to snap into control, the Antylamon leaned forward slightly. With NeoDevimon's first response being 'fight', the rabbit's nose scrunched. It almost seemed to be grimacing. Or, uh, was that actually a smile? Regardless, the expression didn't come off as overly welcoming. Not that it lasted for very long. Soon, it was replaced with a dull stare. Disappointing.
"Good?" Meicoomon's squeal broke any peace within the rabbit's mind. "How's this good?" Of all the things that Whiskers found to be good, her human being possessed by an irritable rabbit was not one of them! "Is Ashpurr in that thing?" Where else would he be?
Exhaling, a soft growl could be heard leaving the creature's throat, while it attempted to process its surroundings. Boring. While it was nice to gather its bearings while having no dangers, it was also incredibly annoying! Or, okay, so maybe no danger was a lie. The moon shook again, as the ceiling let out a discomforting rattle. For a moment, the rabbit debated on trying to adjust the item in the sky, but decided against it, as it realized a question had been posed. Red eyes shifted to focus on the NeoDevimon. Smoky voice briefly lifted into the air, despite her mouth remaining closed. Surely, she had to at least acknowledge that someone was talking. "Story?"
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on May 23, 2017 7:03:09 GMT
"Yeah, yeah, I know, basically anyone would've been better here," Isaac said. It wasn't like Isaac thought he'd be any good at this either. Either he could show up as Impmon and be useless at actually protecting Asher, or he could show up as the unstable mess known as NeoDevimon and risk hurting him. Yet, besides him, who else could've shown up for Asher? There was no way Elliot was in a good enough position to help, and Isaac didn't know many others who could've loaned Asher a head. It very well could've fallen entirely on his rather unqualified shoulders.
At least Asher stopped asking why Isaac was stuck like this. Heck, he stopped saying much of anything. Considering how quickly Antylamon had replaced Asher, it seemed any conversations that they were having would be cut short. Whether this was mercifully short or tragically short depended on how Antylamon would react to the group. She seemed quite hostile at first, what seemed to be a threatening smirk spreading across her face, but when Isaac let down his arms her face fell to one of disappointment. Did she seriously want a fight?
Well, too bad.
Meicoomon didn't seem very happy with this transformation. Isaac looked down at the cat, trying to keep his tone reassuring. "She's his latest spirit. By definition, he has to be in there," Isaac pointed out. "The real question is how well he's handling that fact. A new spirit, especially such an independent one, can be a lot to adapt to. But you know what? At the very least, his body isn't in any more risk of harm. And the rest of him is way too stubborn to be lost for good." At this point, Isaac didn't even seem to be insulting Asher's stubbornness. Hell, he seemed to be praising it!
Antylamon didn't seem as impressed, instead appearing downright bored. At least Isaac's question got some sort of response. "Yeah, story," he repeated. "Who you are, where you came from, why you're here, what you want. All the stuff that brings us to today. We've got a long walk ahead of us, after all. If we're going to make it easier, we might as well get to know each other."
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Post by Asher on Jun 3, 2017 6:45:17 GMT
Yellow eyes shifted to stare at Isaac, dully. "Your self-pity is-" he began, a soft static buzzing through the spirit user's words. But, catching himself, Asher never continued the sentence. Instead he chose to make a small joke, "I don't know. Pretty sure the Wizard and Chameleon were less helpful." Even if they did give him weird statements and questions to mull over! Those two would have let Asher drown, if it were a legitimate possibility!
Then again, being 'lost' to a spirit kind of felt like drowning, in its own way. Could Asher even hear what Isaac was telling the Meicoomon? Probably not. But, Antylamon certainly could. The digimon gave it's questionable smile, while listening to the NeoDevimon's attempt at soothing that cat. "Maybe," it commented, in response to... well. Everything that Isaac had just said!
Pulling her tail into her front paws, the Meicoomon brushed the fur down in an attempt to flatten it. Asher was going to use up all of her nine lives, she swore! "There are days I rawrgret this job," the feline mumbled, as some of her fur continued to fluff out. She was going to lose her fur at this rate! "Have mew had this happen to mew befur?" Maybe, if this was a normal thing in obtaining spirits, Whiskers would find a way to settle down!
Much like her host, Antylamon's eyes seemed to glaze over at Isaac's questions. Maybe they actually were a pretty good fit! Neither of them liked listening! Reaching a hand up, the creature carefully itched at one of its ears, before returning attention where it was required. "Do you know how terrible it is, to have an itch that you literally cannot scratch for years?" She inquired, dully, before dropping into a sitting position on the staircase. This was, of course, timed perfectly with another shake of the room, and an eyeroll from the rabbit. She wasn't fat, okay? This place was going to do that before she sat down!
"I am me," she began, deadpan, "who are you?" Not that the rabbit didn't already know that question! "I came from here. Why wouldn't I be here?" The rabbit soon posed it's own questions, feeling they were logical to ask, in all seriousness, "what sort of questions are these?" Did this spirit user seriously want all of that information? Like, a day-by-day play of the Antylamon's life up until now? Or, what? "I was here. You came to me. I fail to understand your questions." Then again, she also didn't seem to understand the part where Isaac and Meicoomon were hoping to leave this place, either!
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Jun 3, 2017 7:05:49 GMT
So it was self-pity when he said it but truth when Asher did, eh? That certainly made for an unfair double standard. "Some days, yes. Today, just the facts," Isaac said plainly. "Perhaps a few weeks ago, when I was stronger and in a much more comfortable form, I would've been a far better choice. I'm just as lost as you are right now, and were this mission actually dangerous it would have likely put me in quite a bit of peril." At times like this, Isaac was glad that the only damage he was suffering from was on this mission was sanity damage. He would've likely been strong enough to tackle a Wizardmon and a Chameleomon, but with how unaccustomed he was to NeoDevimon's fighting style it would not have been a pretty fight.
Meicoomon was just as stressed as Isaac was, at least. "Mentally?" he asked. "I've given in to my primal urges a few times, but I've always at least been the one in control. Physically, meanwhile? Hoo boy, that is a long story." Isaac allowed himself another grinding chuckle, NeoDevimon's voice as raspy and worn as Isaac felt on the inside.
It seemed that today, Antylamon had a lot of questions for him. Annoyingly enough she asked all of these questions while taking a nice seat, as if they had all the time in the world. Was she seriously doing this? "Really?" Isaac found himself asking, shooting Meicoomon a look of disbelief. "Look, we can't be here all day. When this place collapses, it's curtains for all of us. Crashing glass was bad enough. I am not getting a goddamn moon dropped on us-"
She wouldn't listen. Isaac didn't even know why he was protesting. Maybe for once, he should just sit down and use this world's logic instead of fighting it. And maybe he should finally get around to telling his story. "I was Isaac Sunderland, a kid from California who moved to Japan and had his life change," Isaac started. "I got a job. A girlfriend. A new start. And a Digivice. And for a year, everything was all perfectly fine.
I was. But I can't live that life anymore." Was his voice hitching slightly? No, it was probably just NeoDevimon's usual creaking noises acting up. "My brother, my girlfriend, and I went on a mission with a few others. Investigate the Dark Area, and find the source of strange disturbances in the Sea of Blood. We found it, alright. And it snatched me away. Tried to get into my head, find out what made me work, put . . . something in me. When I came back from the mission, thinking it was finally over, I just closed my eyes and tried to shed my Digimon form. I couldn't. My human form, my very self, was locked away. My brother couldn't handle that. He left, and I don't think he's ever coming back. At least there he'll be safe. At least he's still got a chance to be himself.
Me? I've just been wandering around, looking for solutions. Something, anything that could fix this. So far, I haven't had any luck. But I'm not going to stop until I get there, no matter what.
And why I'm here? Well, I was told a friend needed me. I want to make a difference for someone, at least one more time. And if that difference is making sure my friend doesn't end up like me, there's no chance I'm walking away from that."
It hadn't been years. But Isaac sure could feel that itch burrowing into him.
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Post by Asher on Jun 5, 2017 3:34:24 GMT
With wide eyes, an innocent expression overtook the spirit user briefly, "this 'mission' is dangerous," he commented. But, again, the static in the teen's voice faded out, and Asher threw a glance to one of the sides of the room. "What're you even doing, going someplace that could put you in danger?" Did Asher really have any room to be scolding someone about that? "I'm not lost, either," he argued, dully. It was probably fairly obvious that the spirit user didn't have a lot of energy to use in disagreements. Or at all, for that matter. This was especially obvious, with how quickly a giant rabbit had taken control!
Tilting its head, one ear flopped over to overlap on the other. If Antylamon wasn't somewhat creepy, it might actually be cute! Primal urges? Is that what Isaac was going to call it? Interesting. And, almost offensive. It was like the boy had forgotten that a sentient rabbit was literally sitting in earshot! If the monster didn't seem fond of the laugh that NeoDevimon created, it might have stirred a fuss on the subject.
Meanwhile, Meicoomon only shrugged at Isaac, when the beast took a seat. "I'm nya-t arguing with someone levels above me!" This felt like an insanely valid point, considering the earlier hostility that the Antylamon displayed! Whiskers was not going to be the one to test that!
"Are you going to move me?" Antylamon inquired, with only a hint of curiosity to its tone. A hazy, yet melodic, hum emitted from the creature, as if a stifled chuckle, "I was fond of the idea of the ice breaking." Mirrors were too stereotypical! Then again, nobody wanted an 'icebreaker' quite that literal! "Are you more afraid of falling, or being fallen on?" Maybe a literal moon wasn't something that people wanted to consider, when answering a question like this!
One could easily see the rabbit's eyes glaze over at the beginning of Isaac's story, only to shift to interest as a mission was brought up. But, rather than sympathy, there was a monotone inquiry of, "did he leave, or did you push?" Just like how Antylamon's question may have been pushing Isaac's buttons! "Whatever virus you have, I hope is not contagious." Antylamon had just gotten a chance at walking around freely! She certainly didn't need any infections!
"You've a ways to go, human," she pointed out, airily. Then again, Isaac surely knew that returning to his regular form would take some work!
But, rather than fully addressing the reasoning for his attendance, the Beast Spirit leaned forward slightly on the steps. Curiosity overlapped malice, while the Digimon finally straightened its head, ears returning to their usual positioning. "Is he your friend?"
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