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The Prince of Tennis [Guest Starring Fusion] (Luke and Iko)
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Jul 23, 2017 21:59:22 GMT
"Well, yeah. Fat chance she'll find this attractive," Isaac said, motioning to himself. "And don't even get me started on NeoDevimon. And there's my brother, too. I can't be there for him if I'm going to be in a form that gets me an express ticket to a human world ban. And it'd make family dinner really awkward if this is how I'd come home to mom. I'm gonna need to get back to being me if I want to be in their lives again. At least, in the way I want to be." Isaac had no doubts that Maia and Elliot would accept him how he was. At the same time, he couldn't help but long for what could've been, had he still been himself.
"Little of both," Isaac said, matter-of-factly. "I can work with him, but it's more like working alongside him. The second something sets him off, I have to fumble for the reins and hold him back. And when I try and find out what he's like so that I can better understand him, he gets even more close-guarded. It's not fun to try and juggle."
More fun was trying to imagine just what it was like talking to a Mercurymon. Isaac snickered a little more at the mental image. "Your face, but with those weird puffy lips slapped on it," he corrected. "And it doesn't talk when you talk. And it's stuck on some weird robot body. Man, isn't looking in the mirror supposed to be fun?" The more Isaac described it, the more Mercurymon sounded like some kind of weird funhouse android. What a disaster!
Still, Iko had a good point. "You're right," Isaac said, wondering how he had never thought of that before. "Although it'll take you forever to change your resting state, both to Rookie and then back to Champion. And I wouldn't want to force that headache on you. So . . . here goes nothing?" Isaac stepped back, clenching his fist and focusing on the power deep within himself. Clouds of darkness started to surround his body as he distorted, the stretching of limbs barely visible through the cover of his Digivolution. Golden-tipped claws, spiked boots, and crimson wings all burst from the cloud. With a swing of his arm it was all dispelled, and now NeoDevimon was standing before Iko.
He also had no interest in doing that. With a heavy slam of his wings he flew off, landing on a small stone perch a few feet off shore. There he brooded, looking towards the last bits of the setting sun.
This was going to take a bit.
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Post by darkblade on Jul 24, 2017 22:35:11 GMT
Ah, good idea, Isaac: casually get on the nerves of Digimon by calling them unattractive! All Iko would respond with was a dry chuckle and a shrug, just enough to hint to Isaac that it got a little awkward. The squirrel couldn't be too mad, after all: Isaac did need to get back to his human self sooner or later.
Eventually, though, it all boiled down to one conclusion: rather than Iko try and get used to being a weaker squirrel, Isaac was going to have to rely on NeoDevimon, and more pointedly, hope that the spirit and Iko were able to get along well enough to jogress! As Isaac went to move right into that form, Iko gave a nod. "Might as well give it a shot!" What Iko didn't know, though, was that would be the last few words he heard out of Isaac for a bit. The squirrel shielded his eyes as the dark fog took over, that lanky, red-winged demon appearing before him. And, just as promptly, he turned his feet and flew away, right to a more comfortable rocky outcropping. Maybe Isaac would think this was a setback.
To Iko, however? This reaction seemed natural. That's just how it is in the Dark Area... you don't concern yourself with ants. He wasn't going to get anywhere in rookie form, and so as NeoDevimon looked out into the sunset, a dark flame flickered around his own feet. He soon stood as an Ankomon, his familiar champion form, Iko casually cracking his neck as he felt his ear flick against the salty wind. But even like that, he didn't call out to the spirit, nor did he even try to signal to him.
No, Iko waded out into the water, ankle-deep, finding a tall rock to work with whose perch would be a few yards from the Devimon. And from there, he started to climb, hoisting himself quickly up. It wouldn't be long until the NeoDevimon would be able to see Iko from the corner of his eye, the wolf perching on the cliff. Iko looked over, briefly giving a nod, before he looked off into the horizon, the sound of waves crashing against the rocks below them filling the void as the sun slowly sank into the sunset. 'This was familiar to him', Iko thought. Quiet, solitude, uncertain peace... it was something quite familiar to the wolf as well.
"... The blue's a lot easier to look at than the red, ain't it." The tone was flat and matter-of-fact, though it seemed to hold a fair bit of familiarity to the wolf.
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Aug 8, 2017 5:17:14 GMT
Isaac blushed a little at the dry chuckle, realizing only then how his statement could've been taken. A shame he would only be able to contest it while being swallowed up by darkness. "I-I didn't mean it like that," he protested, voice raised slightly to talk over the hum of a Digivolution about to be in process. "It's just, you know, different standards of beauty and all that, I mean-" Unfortunately, Isaac hadn't been able to finish his thought before the roar of the Digivolution became too loud to overwhelm, but a few muffled apologies could still be heard through the cocoon before NeoDevimon's arrival.
NeoDevimon wasn't too talkative, but Ankomon seemed to understand it. That was how two Dark Area Digimon ended up brooding on their respective cliffs, barely able to see each other out of the corner of their eyes.
At Ankomon's nod, NeoDevimon's head literally cracked around to face him. That was further than a head should've usually turned, and the disgusting creaking noises that echoed over the bay probably weren't helping with matter much. In this form Isaac stared at Ankomon, unblinking, for an uncomfortable amount of time. Then it nodded, its head winching back around to an almost disturbingly perfect forward position. At least it hadn't freaked out upon seeing Ankomon, as Isaac feared. NeoDevimon's rigid stance gave way to an almost slumped-looking sigh of relief, before promptly resetting back to its frozen pose.
These two really needed to get on the same page.
The idea of the red conjured different images for both NeoDevimon and Isaac alike. For Isaac, he found himself looking at the cascade of D-Reaper goo spread all along the surface of the the stone, dirt, and ash. He remembered waking up back in the boat, only to see that same red. This time it was the Sea of Blood, but the fear that he hadn't truly escaped struck deeply into his heart. He remembered the relief washing over his body when he found it wasn't true, his joyous reunions with Elliot and Maia, his slump as he tried to shed his form and relax, and the horror clutching in his chest when he realized that there really was no escaping this journey.
Faintly, Isaac could also feel what NeoDevimon was feeling. The red of constant flight-or-fight impulses left his vision a blurred red mess. Each footstep shot another rush of adrenaline coursing through his entire body, electric shocks causing his muscles to twitch with improved efficiency. His six eyes darted in every single direction to try and keep up with predator and prey alike. His ragged breath nearly lead his vision to twitch. The only reprieve from the red was the gold, representing the outlines of his mask as he firmly re-pressed it against his head. Always running, whether from or to something. But why?
Of course, that was all so tragically internal. All Ankomon would hear was one word; "Yeah."
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Post by darkblade on Aug 8, 2017 23:11:15 GMT
If one thing was clear, it was that there were not going to be a lot of words shared between the Ankomon and the NeoDevimon. Though it might have created an awkward air for some, Iko was actually quite comfortable: in contrast to Iko's personality with Isaac or Elliot, the wolf felt closer to his 'normal' self in this kind of air. As the water crashed by, he kept his gaze out on the horizon, just hanging out by the ocean.
Iko's eyes were drawn to the NeoDevimon's quick flick of the head, ear twitching at the sound of a particular 'snap' in the demon's neck. The wolf responded in kind, simply returning that stare with his own pupil-less yellow eyes. If this was Luke, or even a normal resident of Whitewater, maybe the spirit's movement would have been unsettling. The Ankomon had seen far worse, though, as would have NeoDevimon: those who had seen what the great 'terrors' of the Dark Area could do wouldn't even flinch at something like this! Another nod was given between the two, wordlessly returning to their perched states.
He's about what I expected... still, I didn't expect Isaac to be used to someone like him.
For now, Iko only chanced his one comment, letting it hang in the air for several seconds. For Iko, well, the 'red' brought up thoughts of dread and uncertainty, countless nights spent lost in that fake Dark Area, warding off that phantom. Even the thought brought up a light sting over his arms and across his chest, the wolf very carefully moving one arm to rub the other. There was just so much still uncertain about it-
"Yeah." The NeoDevimon's only word poked through that illusion, putting him right back on the oceanfront. A simple response to a simple question... the wolf took a small, deep breath, giving a brief glance towards the demon. He felt no need to ask about Isaac, about the D-Reaper, about what was going on in his head. It would either lead to non-committal grunts, or a very-quick-to-fly-away-Devimon. And if he was any kind of spirit at all, even a completely fresh one, NeoDevimon would already be aware of why Isaac was doing this.
"... You already know, don't you." Iko's words echoed out, after several seconds, clear as day. "When the time comes, do you think you can pull it off?"
No discussing around it, very little introduction, and no 'trying to understand the beast'. Right now, Iko was being Iko, cutting right down to the point. After all, as far as Iko could tell, that was pretty much the only way the demon was going to accept this question.
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Aug 20, 2017 21:28:37 GMT
Iko sure was direct about this incoming fusion. A classier Digimon would've slapped him for such a brazen attitude. Thankfully, NeoDevimon didn't care nearly enough about tact and decorum to be properly scandalized. He simply kept looking out to the sea, only his ears focused on Iko. There was no need to pay mind to the wolf by looking at him. There was no reason to fight. There was no reason for flight. That meant he could be discarded to make room for future input.
It seemed he would be staying around, though, so there was no reason not to answer him. "My head is mine," he said, voice low. Each word had a slight pause between it, and the time between sentences was incredibly noticeable. It seemed there was a clear divide between what NeoDevimon wanted said and what Isaac wanted said, and until the two of them came to a consensus the manifested spirit's lips would be sealed. "Nothing more. Nothing less." It may not have been a direct answer to Iko's question, but the almost hostile tone of it made NeoDevimon's opinion of this fusion clear.
Had NeoDevimon been in full control, maybe he would've simply left it at that. Such was the way of the Dark Area, and something both Iko and NeoDevimon would've understood. He may have even flew off, had this brooding rock not been so nice. However, like it or not, NeoDevimon needed a host to manifest. That host had a very vested interest in this fusion going through, and for that reason NeoDevimon swiveled his head towards Iko to ask one more question.
"Why?"
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Post by darkblade on Aug 21, 2017 1:32:36 GMT
Class, on average, wasn't something that Iko pretended to have. It wasn't essential for surviving in the Dark Area, and it certainly wasn't needed to be a squirrel roaming around a college campus! But what was in Iko's favor was his ability to read the NeoDevimon, to skip beating around the bush or trying to convince him through flowery words or attempted 'friendship'. After a few moments, Iko's gaze would return to the horizon as well, just waiting for the Devimon's response.
And it was one that Iko half-expected, but was no less disappointing to hear... even if it wasn't an outright denial. 'His mind was his own - nothing more, nothing less'. Those were the words of someone who had fought tooth and nail to survive the horrors of the Dark Area, one who has both been a ruthless predator and a fleeing victim. Rather than be disheartened by the words, Iko merely gave a nod. "And mine is my own. Trust me, I've no intention to just hand you over my inner thoughts... just like you don't want to give yours to me. But that's not what this is."
He left that on edge for a moment. If anything, Iko's work might have already been done here: if the NeoDevimon was already this comfortable with him, with enough edging on from Isaac, there was a good chance that this would go off without a hitch. After all, the two perched up on the rocks were already cut from the same cloth. More to the point, the monster's next question more-or-less affirmed Iko's thoughts, bringing a smirk to the edge of his lips:
'Why'.
"Honestly, that's a question I ask a lot, these days." Iko gave a short chuckle. "But right now, Isaac is sitting on quite the edge. So long as he has that fear and uncertainty... sorry to say, you'll never get that feeling of 'being hunted' out of your head." Iko was guessing, based on his own experience of the Dark Area and what little he knew about Isaac's condition, but at least it sounded right!
"But that's all. Figure it out with him. After all, I'm sure there's a reason you two chanced upon each-other."
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Aug 22, 2017 2:49:21 GMT
Hearing that Iko's offer was at least reasonably private relaxed the NeoDevimon a little. His wings drooped from their erect, alert posture, and his back reset to a more natural looking hunch. "Good," he said, voice still tense even if not quite as violent. "Neither of us would want that." That was another line being agreed upon by both human and spirit. It seemed neither of the two were happy being stuck with the other's thoughts, let alone introducing another to the gestalt. Then again, Isaac wanted, or perhaps even needed, this fusion. How was he going to get NeoDevimon to agree to share?
It sounded like Iko was attempting to appeal to the safety of the human. That earned a slight scoff for NeoDevimon. Isaac may have been sitting on the edge, but NeoDevimon had already claimed that edge of his own. "Already know I won't lose that feeling," the devil admitted, one of its cybernetics sparking dangerously. Iko was a pack hunter. What did he know about being on the other end of the chase, all by one's lonesome? And when that clock in his brain kept tick-tick-ticking away, warning him of every threat, foe, and potential hazard in his way . . .
How could anyone not run when they knew how much was out to get them?
Iko seemed to think this needed to happen for a reason. Fortunately, so did NeoDevimon. The mere fact that he was sitting here right now was a sign that its reasoning had been true. "Yes," it said, looking over the horizon. It raised a hand to its mask, bringing the hand back and forth as if trying to track its visual focus. It stretched its wings, as if making sure that it still could. Its claws sparked with electricity, which subsided as quickly as it started. Then it turned more fully towards Iko, saying only one word further.
"Survival."
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Post by darkblade on Aug 23, 2017 1:32:25 GMT
Well, the two clearly didn't agree on many things. This was normal, albeit it did make the wolf feel like he was missing at chipping away at a brick wall, every time one of his 'attempts' to convince him missed its mark. For example, it seemed that the 'fear' in the NeoDevimon's head wasn't something that he acquired, but was hard-wired into his system. "That so..." His response was barely a mutter, the NeoDevimon's sparking response giving him a little pause. That avenue, it seemed, wasn't one that the demon was going to budge on.
The other, regarding survival? That seemed promising. "Survival, huh? That's what Isaac's trying to do." Iko did not elaborate on this, not wanting to give the masked demon something else to latch on. There seemed to be a point to him adjusting his mask, showing off his wings and his claws, as if to say 'I am here, I am surviving'. For the first time, it seemed, he was properly looking at the NeoDevimon eye to eye.
And with that, except for that one bit about Isaac, he didn't give further words. He just returned that look with his own confident eyes, yellow glints against the darkness of the setting sun. Between them, the only sounds would be that of distant insects, and the water crashing into the gestalt from below.
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Aug 25, 2017 1:22:43 GMT
NeoDevimon could practically hear how quiet Iko's voice had fallen. Even if the spirit's heart remained hardened, a pang of guilt hit Isaac right where it hurt. He briefly assumed control of the gestalt, looking worriedly towards Iko. "Hey, come on, you're doing your best," he said, even the warmth in his voice swallowed up by NeoDevimon's malfunctioning vocal chords. "I warned you this guy was a pain. But I'm sure we'll be able to make this work somehow. And if not, we'll find another way. I promise."
Those were the words of someone who truly was fighting to survive. Between them, and Iko's statement, NeoDevimon looked especially contemplated as Isaac let up on the throttle. It seemed that the consequence of ensuring Iko met NeoDevimon rather than re-meeting Isaac was that it put all of NeoDevimon's annoyances on full display. The 180 between Isaac's brief spark of warmth and the spirit's harshness was palpable.
"We all are," NeoDevimon said, briefly raising a hand to his chest. "His core pulses. He breathes. He thinks. He is surviving. Now, so do I." Clearly, thriving and surviving did not mean the same thing in NeoDevimon's books. Hell, it didn't seem like NeoDevimon would've cared if Isaac spent his whole life kept in Impmon forms. "To survive, we change ourselves. No matter the cost, it's better to change than to stop. And that is where we are now."
The red cores lining NeoDevimon's body pulsed gently as he spoke. Maybe they weren't there since the day the spirit hatched from its Digitama. Maybe they were exactly what he had been talking about in the first place.
"Have you changed?"
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Post by darkblade on Aug 25, 2017 1:52:59 GMT
Wait... Isaac cut in?
For a moment, the wolf was caught off guard, the jarring change of tone and perspective making him blink, then chuckle. "Hey, calm down there. If there's one thing this guy knows, its between me and him." That much, Iko was certain, even as the confused NeoDevimon may have had a moment of doubt...
... And in the next, a moment of simplicity. Yes, by definition the demon was surviving, but to that, Iko tilted his head. Was that really all there was to him, to adapt and survive like a simple cockroach? Isaac had it pinned down right, then: the NeoDevimon was merely a fight or flight animal, acting as if he was on one of the lowest pegs of the Dark Area. Even in the worst of Iko's time, he'd always had a pack, a city, an ill-guided purpose, something that kept him putting one foot in front of the other.
"You survive," Iko nodded, sitting tall on his perch. Despite the creature's different forms, the augmentations that the spirit had gone, the wolf paid them little attention. No, he just kept eye contact, this time looking down at the creature in front of him. "But tell me... do you exist? Have you ever existed, except for yourself?"
His tone seemed more level, even more serious than before. "I've changed a number of times... myself, my perspective, even my body.If you really want to know what it is to be more than a 'survivor', all you need to do is look at your other self. More than just his core."
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Aug 26, 2017 4:24:47 GMT
For a lot of this conversation, Iko's words had been falling on somewhat deaf ears. It wasn't intentionally so. More accurately, it was just a difference in priorities between Iko and NeoDevimon. Their definitions of survival were clearly different. Their willingness to help others along the way? Also clearly different. Their dark home and the demons in their respective heads were really where the similarities started and stopped, and everything else was reflected through a severely warped mirror.
This seemed to be a turning point. Now NeoDevimon was paying full attention to Iko, turning away from the cliff to look the wolf up and down. Apparently to Iko, and even to Isaac, survival was only half of the package. To truly be alive, there needed to be something further. It was almost judgmental in tone, but with how NeoDevimon was acting Isaac damn well knew the spirit needed judging. This was the closest that one of Isaac's spirits had come to taking the reigns on its own, if only due to Isaac taking a huge mental back seat. Judging by the sound of things, he couldn't have picked a less pleasant spirit to give this too.
Rather than a tantrum like Isaac expected, however, he instead heard . . . laughter? It sounded more like the spinning, grinding gears of a broken motor, true, but he was definitely laughing. "To survive is to exist," he said. "That which does not survive, does not exist. Cities crumble. Groups part. Purposes grow strained. Even ideas are forgotten. Nothing is eternal.
I will be. Eternal. Untethered. Surviving."
Jeez, NeoDevimon. That's a lot of heavy stuff to drop right there. Still, it sounded like now that NeoDevimon had life in his grasp he wasn't about to let it go. Having Isaac's headspace basically all to himself probably didn't help matters either. As far as NeoDevimon was concerned, this life was his to live, nobody else's. Would Iko be an asset to that, or a hindrance? Any other questions, in the grand scheme of things, just didn't matter.
Right?
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Post by darkblade on Aug 26, 2017 4:43:53 GMT
"Hm?"
Well now, wasn't that interesting? Iko was definitely gambling on his last point, and he wondered if he had pushed against the NeoDevimon too hard. But for the demon to turn around and laugh, well, it didn't catch Iko off guard, but it was enough to make his ear twitch. He didn't have to wait long, after all, to see just what the demon was touting on about-
Ah. He was still stuck on 'survival', it seemed, and the winged demon seemed quite animated about it: between turning to face the wolf, that deep, mechanical growl in his laughter, and making it seemingly a point to look down at the wolf, the NeoDevimon touted those words. Grandiose words, that the immortal could live beyond death and society, that he had the answer. Was he laughing, hoping to see Iko back down?
Because he didn't. Even through that laughter, as those words dragged on, Iko's gaze remained the same. It carried that judgemental tone from his last question, a serious and almost angry tint to them. Comparatively, Iko's eyes might have looked a lot more 'resolute' or 'noble'. It took a moment, but with that exact same posture, the wolf returned a simple question.
"Are you saying that to me, NeoDevimon?"
He paused. A dark tone dripped from his next words:
"Or are you trying to convince yourself?"
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Aug 29, 2017 3:14:24 GMT
The dark tone practically dripping from Iko's words sent a chill down Isaac's spine. Unlike his Digimon, Isaac was not much of a philosophizer, so he was basically playing spectator to a verbal tennis match between his mentor and his newest spirit. He hadn't seen Iko pushed to such dark extents before, and he wasn't sure what was worse; knowing that his mentor had such a chilling side to him, or knowing that his spirit was what brought him there.
Then again, this was important. They needed to be on the same mental page for this fusion to have a chance of success, and Iko faking it until they made it probably wouldn't work out in the long term. All of NeoDevimon's thoughts, beliefs, and ideals would need to be put through the wringer, or else his host would have a far harder time "surviving."
At least he seemed to have some integrity about his mental process being called out. "I am," NeoDevimon said, putting up no resistance to Iko's accusation. "If I don't tell myself, who will? Each day I fail to say is another chance I forget. And to forget is a form of death in its own right, is it not?" These sounded suspiciously like things that could be fixed by letting anybody else into his life, but you do you NeoDevimon.
"I've tried stopping. I've tried slowing down. I've tried walking alongside others," he added, once again casting his look out to the sea. "All it's done is let them catch me. And each time they do, I make sure they can't again. Not in a fight. Not in an ambush. And not by letting them get inside my head." Wait, that was a skillful double meaning there. At least NeoDevimon was earning some style points in this debate. If one of those many augmentations he made to himself was a dictionary inside of his head, it was putting in some serious work right now.
Still, Isaac could see what NeoDevimon meant. His veins were intermingled with wires at a near 1 to 2 ratio. His hands were gone, replaced only with mechanical counterparts. The nodes along his body beat so a heart wouldn't have to. And whatever the heck was under his mask, Isaac was sure as hell that it wasn't flesh. What had this spirit been doing to itself in its pursuit of perfection?
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Post by darkblade on Aug 29, 2017 3:57:51 GMT
Well, look at that - the NeoDevimon outright admitted it. And not only was he trying to convince himself, he was doing it for the worst of reasons - that he might forget? It was such a deluded form of obsession, like a child trying to convince his parents about a toy they wanted a few days ago. In that light, it failed to impress the wolf, Iko holding a sigh. The problem was, just how would he respond to that?
After all, the demon's following monologue stated that he made a try, A try, in the most vague and passive of ways, of what sounded like a pitiful attempt. That attempt at a double meaning made him sigh, the wolf shaking his head. "In more ways then one, spirit... you don't have to worry about anyone getting in your head. You're beyond that."
What did Iko mean? "Your heart is on your sleeve. You've 'stopped', 'slowed down', 'walked alongside'. Like that's all there is to it... of course you've failed if you've never put effort into it." The NeoDevimon's words, alone, were enough for Iko to completely dissect it. Iko had heard so many superficial words in a row, and that superficial sentiment was what had driven the demon into his current state.
"I do see one thing in you, in spades: pride. Pride in what you have done for yourself, to accent your definition of 'survival'. The effort you've put into it shows your drive... but unless you've given effort - to run, to strive for a goal, to lead others along with you - then how can you say that's the only answer?" Iko just let his words hang. Would the spirit even listen to something like that?
Iko just shrugged. "We will be fusing. Isaac and I understand you well enough at this rate. I'd suggest you figure it out in your own head... unless you can't figure out a way to survive with my claws."
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Aug 29, 2017 18:10:58 GMT
NeoDevimon's neck cracked as his head swiveled to face Iko, all six eyes now closely meeting the wolf's. "You say I haven't put effort," it said, simply. "You haven't walked in my shoes. You haven't seen what I've seen. Perhaps then you can cast judgment. Until then, I will hear none of it."
Pride? Was that what Iko thought this was about? Now that earned a scoff, although whether it was aimed at Iko or NeoDevimon himself was unclear. "What pride is there in running?" he asked, Isaac all too familiar with the tone of voice that NeoDevimon was harboring. God damnit, these two really were too perfect for each other, weren't they? The only thing Isaac hated more than dealing with it from the inside was dealing with it from the outside, too. "Perhaps at one time, I had such a chance. That time is long since past.
There has been one hand I've extended that hasn't been chopped off in return. And the results of that had ended in a failure in its own right." Isaac blinked, strange, blurry objects now in the field of view of six eyes. His left eyes were seeing through a red filter, silhouettes of Yasyamon, Devidramon, and Samudramon drifting behind it. His right eyes saw through a white mist, covering up the silhouettes of a pterodactyl and some sort of tengu with a hand cannon. Only NeoDevimon's own visage shone clear throughout, the only one out of the six to do so. When Isaac blinked again, the vision was gone.
"I am all of my brothers that remains."
It seemed NeoDevimon at least had reasons beyond his reluctance besides some misplaced sense of ego. Spurned trust, or even just grand designs that failed to come to fruition, seemed to have lead to the demon being quite hesitant to reach out and try again. Maybe if the demon wasn't so closely guarded and opened up with that information, they wouldn't be having such a tense conversation!
Iko had the conviction to say that this fusion would be happening, though. NeoDevimon growled slightly in displeasure. "You plan to use my form without my permission?" it asked, presumably raising an eyebrow behind its mask. If it even had eyebrows. "Interesting."
The strangest thing about that statement was that it wasn't a no.
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