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Post by darkblade on Jan 8, 2018 1:23:35 GMT
Continuation of Dissonance and Despair'Dr. Mikemon's Clinic'.
That simple sign gently moved in the breeze, on a street a few blocks away from Whitewater's proper market district. Its style matched the simplicity of the street around it, and for the most part, it served its purpose: known as a private clinic that specialized in Digimon belonging to tamers, their humans, and spirit users, the clinic served long-term patients, as well as those that wouldn't be best served at Whitewater Medical.
Inside, an empty waiting room was idly observed by a single Stingmon, flipping through the morning newspaper. His eyes scanned over the digital script, a digital clock hung on the wall blinking in the background. This looked like it was going to be another slow day, only serving Mikemon's most regular patients. Well, not exactly - today was already an exception:
"Alright, that should do. Don't know how hard you had to hit it for the finger to come out of joint, but honestly, the whole hand looks rather cheap-"
"It's fine, thanks." Luke rolled his eyes at the feline, slipping that glove back over his left hand. He gave a small test, feeling the hand open and close rather neatly, forming a neat fist before making an open palm. "It does all I need it to."
"It's what the kid's used to, anyway." At the corner of the office, the wolf Digimon stood, stretching out his arms. "Anyway, that should be all, right? Might as well ring us up front, then."
"Alright," Mikemon smirked. "Don't want to hold you up just for the advertising spiel, then."
All-in-all, the day was looking fairly routine for the doctor. Little did he know that this normalcy wouldn't last for too much longer...
Alicia Westfield Elliot and Isaac Sunderland Mitsuko Kaioh Note that for content, this will quickly be splitting apart into separate threads!
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Post by Alicia Westfield on Jan 15, 2018 1:35:15 GMT
”Che, to think I had to call in a favor to help you guys out... you better appreciate all the trouble I’m going to for this...” Greymon grumbled out as he thundered across the earth. A land bound ‘mon like him had a hard time getting to and from the Dark Area under normal circumstances, but this particular Greymon had some connections, some strings he could pull to help him out here and there, get him where he needed to be,
“mm...” Clutching the imp that was Isaac’s current form close, Alicia just numbly nodded to the saurian, not really hearing him beyond the fact that he was speaking. Her mind was definitely elsewhere, in a daze as she paid more attention to the rhythmic hammering the dinosaur’s feet made as he ran.
”Che... and I went and basically reduced myself to the functions of a freaking Trailmon off rails for this...” It seemed the dark-hued saurian was going to grumble quite a bit over the mess he found himself in, whether anyone was listening or not.
At least the clinic was coming into view, and Greymon picked up his pace a bit. The sooner he could unload his passengers, the better off he would be.
”Oooooooi!” Greymon called out as he came to a stop. ”Hope the doc’s in, cause I’ve got some troublesome cases on my hands here!”
And then he bucked Alicia off his back, sending the Steel Spirit User to the ground with a loud yelp from both the impact and in panic of Isaac getting jostled around as well. He also unceremoniously dropped the bat pig in his hand, since Patamon was fine, just tired maybe. The only one he treated gently was Mitsuko, whom he still carefully clutched in his other hand as he waited for either someone to come around or someone to emerge and give them the all clear to come in.
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Post by darkblade on Jan 17, 2018 0:12:51 GMT
... Not much longer at all, in fact! Just as the three made their way back to the front room, the Greymon's heavy steps were already making their way through the street outside. Of course for the Mikemon and the Ankomon, this was nothing more than background noise, even Luke shrugging it off a moment later as they made their way to the counter-
”Oooooooi!” Well, that was different! Luke flinched at the noise, as Mikemon pinched the bridge of his nose. With a sigh, he made his way to the front door. "Alright, just what's all the commotion about?" Muttering under his breath, he pressed his shoulder to the door. This better not be something that couldn't be better handled-
... Oh. Oh, that was definitely a troublesome case: right after opening the door, the doctor's eyes immediately settled on Mitsuko, carefully cradled in the Greymon's claw. If he was a less-trained doctor, he would have retched at the sight: deeply bloodstained clothes, charred skin... deep injuries lined the girl's stomach and chest, most notable at the center of her stomach. The cat's hands twitched instinctively, a brief green aura pulsing and fading around his palms. No... we can't make a move like that until we get a better look...
Besides, Mitsuko wasn't the only patient. As the Stingmon made his own way to the door, Mikemon's eyes settled on an entirely different case: Alicia. Also injured, he could both internally-and-externally see severe damage to her data structure, notably across an arm and a leg... and she had a distinct 'flare' about her data, too. That one... and...
"What's all-"
"Shut up and sit down!" Mikemon calmly raised his voice, already taking the serious nature of this. He didn't need untrained hands in the way - right after hearing that, both the wolf and the tamer took their seat, Mikemon looking to the Stingmon: "Bring me two carts. You'll be handling the one with the stomach injury."
"Mm." With a quick buzz, he was away, and Mikemon quickly returned his attention to the situation. Unfortunately, there was little he could do to immediately ease anyone's discomfort, but... wait, Isaac? What was he doing here, of all places? "Son of a..."
Ah, the carts! Two beds had quickly been rolled out by the Stingmon, the insect carefully taking and cradling Mitsuko onto the first one. The less-fragile Alicia was rested on the second, and with a nod to the Greymon, both were hoisted past two stunned onlookers.
And Mikemon gave a 'tsk', looking to the wolf. "An Impmon and a Patamon are out there, too. Drag them into the waiting room when you have a second.
Patient - Alicia Westfield
It was easy enough for the Mikemon to dole out instructions, but as far as the specific situation, Mikemon was more-or-less left in the dark. Worse yet - at least in a medical sense - Alicia was still able to feel all the pain and discomfort she was in, at least somewhat aware of the room around her.
The cat started with the basics: with the bed lowered so he could more properly assess the girl's condition, Mikemon's hands briefly hovered over the spirit user. A warm, green glow escaped his palms, both dulling pain and healing general injury - such as the bruise that was left with Greymon unceremoniously dropping her on the floor.
"Can you hear me?" Mikemon decided to test her awareness first: "If you can, just blink twice. I'm Doctor Mikemon."
If she couldn't, that would be a problem all it's own. Still, he kept talking, at least for a few moments, as the cat's left hand briefly vanished from sight. Drawing a red crystal ball, he continued: "I'm going to be taking a look at your surface data." He placed the ball in a metal frame, letting it sit at his eye level. With focus, his gaze would pierce deep, trying to make sense of the depths of Alicia's layers of data...
Alicia Westfield Elliot and Isaac Sunderland : Continued at MentalityMitsuko Kaioh : Continued at Fragility
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Post by Alicia Westfield on Feb 1, 2018 7:41:12 GMT
Greymon huffed as, fortunately, there was in fact a doctor currently present. And had apparently just finished an appointment. How fortunate for them. ”Just as it looks like.” the saurian offered plainly as the doctor’s sharp eye caught what was up and dawned with realization. With that, the saurian ceded to the professional’s expertise, releasing Mitsuko into his care when signaled. Now, it appeared his part in this mess was finished, so he made himself comfortable where he could, so he could stay out of the way.
Alicia in turn proved to be a fair bit more aware than originally anticipated, snapping to attention as she was lifted up onto the cart. Although she seemed split on who to focus on, sighting the feline shortly, before flicking her gaze to Mitsuko and Isaac, going into a circuit between them. She wanted to do something, say something... but she was just so tired and it hurt to even try to speak right now.
As such, she was only able to let the feline do as he wished, bringing her into a room within the building the blue saurian had stopped by. With no more distractions, she was able to focus entirely on the doctor, her eyes surprisingly precise for her condition. He wanted to know if she could hear him? That was easy enough, she thought. She took a breath, before wincing and abandoning her preferred method of contact. His spell or ability or whatever it was was certainly helping, but she settled for his offered alternative, blinking twice for him.
Her surface data? She didn’t quite get what he was going on about at the moment, but she wasn’t going to question him.
But to say she was a mess was putting it nicely. Even for someway who was potentially a spirit user, she was metaphorically walking a thin line between being a human and being a Digimon. Her code was pretty well scrambled up, glitchy black threads arcing through each strand of data in her, on top of those strands being a warped, cracked, and tearing cacophony even without the glitching. For all intents and purposes she was probably only holding together through sheer stubborn drive and the... ‘uniqueness’ of her condition, such was the extent of the damage internally.
It was honestly as if she had been in heated combat both with a powerful opponent and her own self at the same time. Which, once she was able to speak, he might find out was more true than either of them wanted to admit.
Her troubles didn’t end there though. While the whole body had hints of key markers unique to Digimon, enough that it couldn’t be explained away as something relating to all Spirit Users if such was normal, they were especially concentrated in the limbs he’d noticed as being ‘off’. Specifically, her right arm and left leg. There? In some areas, it was the mark of a human as normal. In others, it looked as if sections of the code that should be there had been torn out with surprisingly compatible Digimon replacements patched into their places. The strangest sections, though, were those in which Digimon and human codes had seamlessly blended into one another, impossible to distinguish between one or the other. The human-esque sections of these merged spots had warped and adapted to connect properly to their counterparts, and vice versa. It was a near-perfect amalgamation of the two...
And to top it all off, there was an awful lot of noise going on in her data. Whatever had happened, she’d apparently killed and loaded a distressing number of digimon recently. It implied some pretty bad things, disquieting possibilities that would leave the average person more then a bit scared. But Mikemon wasn’t an average being, now was he?
The question then became... how to approach such an odd scenario with such precarious circumstances?
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Post by darkblade on Feb 1, 2018 23:49:13 GMT
There was no doubt that Alicia's situation was dire.
That much was made obvious to the Mikemon with one glance through the crystal. Though he was glad that she was at least able to respond, just about every other part of her seemed slightly out of touch: every inch of her data seemed to be glitching, cracking, or in phase. This seemed much like a balloon ready to pop, Alicia's own frame of data doing everything it can to hold all that was inside. It went beyond even that, unfortunately: the ambient noise in her data was high, suggesting slight corruption, suggesting that there were far more than just a few Digimon's code floating around in there.
The Mikemon sighed. Alicia was lucky to have come here first: "I'll be frank," Mikemon pulled himself away from the sphere, "I have to act fast. This is 'Acute Spirit Differentiation', where a Spirit Totem takes over a host." He seemed certain with his diagnosis, the cat continuing to talk as he made his way over to his medical cabinet. In short order, a few things were set off to the side: three syringes, and three vials - one pink, one green, and one clear - as well as two thick, orange-colored gloves with exaggerated cuffs, designed to fit around the Mikemon's paws.
"I've never seen the condition in a human, but I can help you. Listen carefully." He plucked up the green formula, briefly showing it to Alicia: "I will be using this to forcibly expose your fractal code. Then, I will be doing everything I can to remove the offending totem from your data. Until I have it in storage, any attempts to treat your other symptoms will still be undone. I need you to do one thing for me."
He moved closer, resting his paw over her fully-human hand. "No matter how strong the spirit's pull is, if he tries to pull control, scream this in your mind repeatedly: 'You are not me.' You understand?" With that careful instruction, the Mikemon put on his gloves, drawing a syringe full of that foul-looking formula.
"Don't panic, this is going to hurt like a truck."
With that one warning, he carefully pressed the needle into Alicia's 'normal' arm, and emptied the formula into Alicia's vein. Should all go well, Alicia would feel a sharp pain, then a very hot feeling, followed by a very cold feeling, in her chest. After that second sensation, the familiar ring of her fractal code would appear around her - hopefully with the totem exposed. If not, he'd run his paw over the code, carefully, trying to locate its position - but if it was floating as normal, he'd reach forward with those gloved hands, and simply try and pull it away...
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Post by Alicia Westfield on Feb 2, 2018 0:53:38 GMT
Alicia kept her focus on him as best as she could, listening closely to the Mikemon’s explanations. It... did sound close to what had happened... But something was telling her she’s had to say something. Had to alert the feline to the misunderstanding. But her body just would not cooperate with her.
“W-wa...” the redhead choked out weakly, before her voice gave out on her again. Her expression was one of plain worry as the Mikemon began his work. She winced as the first formula flowed into her system. The heat and cold were... quite muted to her perceptions though. The fractal code was something that couldn’t be missed, however.
It would probably be an odd position to manifest in for the feline. Instead of hovering above or spread within, it was inbetween the two states, half of it sunk into the code while the other half jutted out, as if it was already being rejected but couldn’t be completely expelled.
Yet, despite Mikemon’s best efforts to loosen it, things went to hell when he pulled. The fractal code distorted and flexed to hold on to the totem, and Alicia screamed, the hundred lances of agony spearing through her body forcing reflexive attempts to pull away from the cause and curl up on herself. There was also the sudden additional damage to her form, skin cracking and splitting open into angry red gashes, letting blood flow in trickles
Clearly, this thing couldn’t be removed by such a simple means... if it could be removed at all. And with the additional injuries, the Spirit User’s position was even more dire than before.
It was as if the totem had become a vital part of her being... making his action akin to trying to remove a critical organ without realizing it...
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Post by darkblade on Feb 2, 2018 1:23:57 GMT
Well, this situation was definitely bizarre: he was familiar with several aberrations of this anomaly - even a few cases where the spirit totem was partially fused with the data - but he'd never seen one quite this bad. But, he figured, the end goal had to be the same. Carefully looking over that warped code and wedged totem, he carefully placed his claws around it, trying to simply wench it out-
"Ah!" Alicia's loud scream pierced through the room, and the damage done to Alicia's body was immediately clear: deep scratches embedded itself deep inside of the girl's skin, blood dripping openly out onto the bed below. It didn't take long for Mikemon to adjust his approach, immediately letting go of the totem, reaching for the pink vial. "Sorry, I won't do that again. But this next part is going to suck."
His warning openly given, that second syringe was pressed into Alicia's hip. This time, the sensation would feel warm, the scratches the Mikemon had inflicted vanishing on the spot: "Heaven's Elixir," Mikemon briefly explained. "Now that I get a look at it..."
The cat pieced together another theory. Whenever data from her fractal code passed over that crookedly-jagged totem, it split through awkwardly on the other end. So long as it was like that, out of phase, Alicia's data would grow more and more corrupt. Removing the totem, however? That would outright kill her: like with Isaac, her form was desperately grabbing onto the totem for support. So, instead, the Mikemon gripped onto the totem once more - and wrenched it in another direction. This time?
He tried to make the totem stand 'upright', instead of awkwardly sticking out at an angle - almost like he was snapping a dislocated elbow right back into place! Like this, he could minimize the impact of the data stream rushing past - though that wouldn't mean that this wouldn't hurt! Fortunately, for the next minute or so, the Mikemon could be slightly reckless: any new cuts that formed would heal right back up in a second or two.
If this doesn't work, though.. tch..."
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Post by Alicia Westfield on Feb 2, 2018 9:33:00 GMT
Alas, Alicia was not really in a proper position to really hear the doctor right now. Pain blanked out most coherent thoughts as she struggled to come back around. Fortunately, the elixir Mikemon had was a godsend, rectifying the mistake that had been made. At least things were back to being manageable.
The redhead, however, did wince sharply as Mikemon acted once more, wrenching the totem to try and right it. This went much better than the ill fated removal attempt, as it shifted without too much hassle, standing straight up. The base had sunk in just fine, but for the section of the totem itself that had been pulled up?
That had not reformed into a solid statuette. The sections that had sunk in remained spread out as lines of code feeding into the main fractal code and being fed into it in turn. Despite that, the intended effect had been mostly achieved. Alicia’s main code had started to smooth back out to a degree. In fact, it seemed to even be easing a majority of the Spirit Wielder’s pain, if her form that had until just now been so tightly tensed visibly relaxed
“Sorry...” she gasped out, looking at the Mikemon. Perhaps she recognized how much the feline was expending on her? Still, she then shifted her gaze to her fractal code. More precisely, to the totem’s half dissolved state. “I... I don’t think it... can be removed... that damned tin can... was very thorough in putting it in...”
It was probably quite a shock to have her be able to speak, let alone get more lucid. Now she went and dropped the bombshell that someone had intentionally done this to her, intentionally caused some or all of her problems. Could this scenario get any worse?
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Post by darkblade on Feb 2, 2018 23:34:13 GMT
At the very least, Mikemon was able to move the totem this much. Like this, he was able to see just why it was so hard to remove. "So it's not as if the totem was sticking out of the fractal code... the totem became part of the fractal code itself?" Half-muttering to himself, the feline reached over for his ruby sphere, using his one hand to keep the totem steady. The last thing he wanted was for it to just fall back where it was the moment he let go!
"You can apologize to me later," the cat assured, not wanting to get too distracted from what he was doing. The feline had a thousand-and-a-half questions he could ask about how she got like this, but right now, he had to focus on stabilizing her code: "And you'll have to forgive me, because I'm basically perfecting what that 'tin can' tried to do."
What did the cat mean by that? Closing one eye, he held the sphere between himself and the totem, the cat giving a slow breath out. "You'll have to trust me on this... Shadow Stitching." His paw tensed around the sphere, the ball giving a faint, purple glow from within, as an array of sharp, dark tendrils budded out from the surface. They would snake out, wrapping carefully around the totem at hand: first around the solid end, and then around the 'phased' end. As the shadows made that second trip, they started to 'fall into 'place': as implied by the name, they stitched together into a tight grid, line by line, until the array would match the other side of the totem. The tendrils quickly went from looking like something from a cheap horror flick to something that seemed textured like nylon.
Only once the Mikemon was certain that everything was in place, did he end the spell: the web 'matched' the data around it. Unable to take the form of the totem itself, the web instead became a red wire frame, matching at least the outer shell of the totem. The feline then carefully released his grip, to make sure that the totem stayed upright...
... There we go. With a deep breath out, the Mikemon stepped back: without a Digimon to manipulate it, the fractal code would fade back into Alicia's system shortly after. "Alright... from the top, now that you can speak," Mikemon started, trying to catch his breath: "How'd all this happen?"
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Post by Alicia Westfield on Feb 3, 2018 0:23:03 GMT
Alicia grimaced at the admission that the Mikemon would basically have to finish the job that had been started. But she offered no protest to it. Either she trusted his judgement call on the matter, or had already realized it herself that such was the only option left open to them. Still, there was a spark of interest as she watched the Shadow Stiching go to work. And indeed it had the desired effect, settling over the totem properly and holding it up right as Mikemon released it.
“How indeed...” she muttered more to herself as he asked about the events leading up to this. “My memory is a bit hazy right now, but I do know I had found myself somewhere in the Dark Area because that’s where my D-Scanner was indicating the general location of my next spirit totem...” She rested her left hand over her chest as she closed her eyes. “Which was the one you had just seen and worked with.”
The redhead shivered a bit and hit her lip. “But I was the one being hunted... I got tased from behind and knocked out. When I woke up, I was strapped down I some kind of lab and... and...” She trailed off, wincing and grabbing her head “nnngh...” The Steel Spirit User shook her head, even remembering the incident seemed to distress her. To the point that it seemed to aggravate the totem patched into her code. The feline might even notice how her right eye flashed a fierce red color and glowed softly for a few seconds.
“Aagh... T-that’s where... it starts getting hard to remember specifics...”
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Post by darkblade on Feb 3, 2018 1:18:39 GMT
Oh boy - this 'how' was not what Mikemon wanted to hear. Of course her story started in the Dark Area - what didn't, these days - but this time it wasn't some random dark force. No, someone malicious and organized had stolen her right off from the dirt of the Dark Area, and did... well, 'something' to her. A 'something' that seemed painful to recall, almost enough to send her spiraling back down!
"Okay, okay, don't push yourself too hard. I get the gist of it," the cat nodded. "Just a few questions. You mentioned a 'tin can' before, so do you know who was behind it? And... come to think of it, do you have your D-Scanner?" He hadn't even thought of it until Alicia mentioned it, but he hadn't seen that bundle of data at all! Regardless, there were two other things he had to worry about, based on the configuration of her data.
One of these was the state of her limbs. The other, was a concerning mess of wounds up through her torso, and it was that latter bit that drew the most attention. The elixir already started on the wounds, but the blood showed up even through Alicia's clothes. "Sorry to keep moving along like this, but data aside, I'm going to have to treat the rest of your wounds. If the pain gets too bad, let me know and I'll use a local anesthetic..."
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Post by Alicia Westfield on Feb 3, 2018 1:45:25 GMT
Alicia nodded softly and let her recollection attempt go. It was too much to pick it up now... So she moved on to the other questions the feline asked. “Um... I don’t know what it is off the top of my head... Uh... best I can give description wise is that it was a giant red-metal dinosaur mech with massive cannons on its back and a huge horn on the front tip... Sol would be able to put a name to it.”
She went silent for a bit, expecting something as she looked to the opposite side. And then she waited a bit longer. Then her expression shifted to one of mixed confusion and fear. “H-Hey... Sol? This isn’t funny... c-come on...” Still no response. “Kisara? W-Where are you guys...?” Now she was descending into a panic. Despite the injury to her body, she jerked and forced herself to sit up. “Hey! S-Stop with the silent treatment!”
Her hand went to where she usually kept her D-Scanner. The redhead immediately froze as her fingers only grasped empty air, eyes slowly widening in realization. “It’s... it’s gone... My D-Scanner’s missing. And... they’re tethered to it... after a certain distance they wouldn’t be able to appear as normal...” She bit her lip and laid herself back down. The realization honestly distressed her even more than trying to recall what happened to her. Instead of pain, though, it shocked her to complete and eerie silence.
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Post by darkblade on Feb 3, 2018 2:11:29 GMT
Mikemon was fine with just a description. He gave a nod as Alicia fumbled over herself once or twice, eventually interjecting the proper species name: "Chaosdramon. I'm unfortunately familiar with the scientist you're referring to."
How could he not be, when he was acquaintances with that damn wizard? Sighing internally, the cat continued to listen to Alicia - and at this point, he was rather curious. Was she talking to someone visible? Invisible? A hallucination, an imaginary friend? Seeing that whatever it was, was starting to make the girl's pulse rise, the feline realized that he needed to intervene somehow: "H-hey!" Despite her panic, despite her realization that the D-Scanner was gone, the doctor couldn't have her acting like this! He approached, resting her hand in his paw, clenching lightly around it. "Deep breath, calm down for now. I'll give a call, I'll see what I can do, alright?" With that promise, the feline made his way into the next room...
... And through the thin walls, she'd hear at least part of this: "Yes, yes, that part of the Dark Area. Look, I know you've been around there. No, I don't care - go yourself, send one of the team, whatever. There should be the presence of two specters around the device? Honestly just pick through the shrapnel until you - yes, you still owe me another favor. Yes. Thank you. Bye."
Well, none of that sounded pleasant, but at least it was done! With a sigh, the Mikemon walked back into the room, and gave a nod to the spirit wielder. Sorry if it sounds like I'm making light of it, honestly... but with everything going on, I need to keep moving. Do you want me to put you under while I work on the wounds?"
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Post by Alicia Westfield on Feb 3, 2018 2:48:04 GMT
Frankly, the admittance of acquaintance went right over her head, she was still shell shocked by the fact that her two closest advisors were suddenly absent. Still, she was able to calm down at least a little bit. Whether it was by force of will or being too depressed to continue her panic was anyone’s guess.
She nodded numbly to his promise of putting in a call to attempt to locate the device in question, but what she heard of the conversation did make her worry about what was going on. Whoever he was calling, he apparently wasn’t on the greatest of terms with for one reason or another. A falling out perhaps...? Nothing she could do about it.
“No, no, I understand...” Alicia answered quietly with another nod. The matter of her D-Scanner was out of both of their hands now, and the doctor’s time was better spent on something he could work on. “... honestly, after that hell and severe battle injuries, I should be fine being awake for it. You do what you think is best, though.”
She decided to not mention one such battle injury was a while back with a giant golden claw coring out her chest. She only recovered as quickly from that one as she did because of the on site medic ramping his healing power into overdrive. She probably would’ve been fine regardless, thanks to another form she had available, but he had certainly made things much better.
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Post by darkblade on Feb 3, 2018 4:20:51 GMT
Battle medics could only handle so much, but as Alicia said that she would rather be awake, the Mikemon gave a careful nod. "If you change your mind midway, let me know. This shouldn't be too bad compared to the fractal code, though..."
With that comparison in mind, the Mikemon would proceed, cutting through the ruined fabric to observe the damage. And boy, did the Chaosdramon's men do quite a number on her. The obvious wound from the golden claw aside, even the stab and puncture wounds from the soldiers still left their mark. The feline's response to these is similar to his treatment of the fractal code itself first scanning the area with his crystal sphere, he'd hold a single paw over the wound, give a light pulse of healing energy, and - if necessary - he'd proceed with the 'Shadow Stitching' to press into the wound itself, and mend any important internal damage. This might be a point where Alicia would ask for additional aid in trying to cope...
... But, eventually, the worst of it would be over. His hand closing one last wound over her side, the Mikemon clenched his eyes shut, and stumbled backwards, just barely managing to catch himself. Faded color swirled inside the orb, as the doctor desperately tried to catch his breath. "A... alright... did I... miss any of it..." It took him a minute, Mikemon even signaling so, before he righted himself on his feet. A quick scan with that orb still revealed the two obvious problems, but...
"At the very least... nothing's... overly threatening, anymore. Sorry, been a while since I've tried this alone..."
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