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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Mar 18, 2018 3:12:54 GMT
What.
Isaac fell silent at Iko's response, almost confused by how confused it made Iko. Iko seemed to believe that it was the most obvious thing in the world that he would just stay here. Heck, judging by the granola bar that he had taken out, Iko had not only left to get food but also came back. Isaac just continued to look at the granola bar that Iko took out, as if he had never seen one in his life before. Isaac's nose scrunched up a little, as if dumbfounded, and he closed his eyes tightly.
Then he practically shot forward, hugging the wolf with surprising tightness for a Rookie. His body shook slightly as he clung onto Iko, and if he listened closely it would be clear that Isaac was sniffling slightly. Maybe he had closed his eyes earlier so that Iko wouldn't see that he was about to start crying.
It was funny, in a way. Isaac had spent so long telling others to keep away from him, he had no idea how badly he wanted someone to stay.
He didn't even look up from the hug, instead just clinging to Iko as if afraid of letting go. "Not hungry right now," he said, keeping his words short to try and hide how his voice was starting to quiver. Was it pride that was making him hold back like this, or was it fear? "I'll have it later, okay?"
He fell silent once more, other than the occasional shudders of his body from the sobs he was holding back. Still unable to even bring himself to make eye contact, he just kept his eyes to the ground nervously. "Thank you . . ." he said, voice finally starting to settle at least.
He wished he deserved such a warm welcome, after what he had done.
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Post by darkblade on Mar 19, 2018 2:42:37 GMT
For Iko, it was only natural.
For Isaac, it was something momentous.
For this reason, the Ankomon was left completely dumbfounded for what Isaac did next: offering the granola bar to the Impmon, Isaac responded by leaping right up from the bed. The movement was so sudden that it completely passed Iko's eyes, unable to know just what had happened to him until he felt the Impmon's arms clamped around his side. Blinking, he looked down, seeing the Impmon clinging right around his chest. He was shuddering - clearly crying, even if he didn't want to show his eyes, only a few careful mutters breaking through to the wolf.
It took the wolf a minute, but eventually, he brought a single hand around the Imp's back, giving Isaac a careful pat. Isaac definitely wasn't the 'hug' sort of person, but right now, he wasn't about to tell the poor Impmon to bug off. The last 48 hours had been absolute hell for him, and at least for the next few minutes - at least, until Isaac had managed to work through most of his tears - the wolf would simply give a smile.
"Don't mention it, kid." Alright, enough was enough at some point: carefully bringing his hands underneath Isaac's arms, he'd set him right back down onto the bed, before pressing the back of his knuckle against the Impmon's head. "No wonder your dream was so off, you're still burning up." Really, the wolf just hoped Isaac didn't actually catch something on top of everything else that just happened.
Though, he still looked miles better than when he had first come in. "Just let me know if ya need anything."
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Mar 21, 2018 23:19:20 GMT
Iko wasn't exactly the warmest hugger in the world, but frankly Isaac was used to that. Besides, it didn't really matter whether or not the wolf hugged back. Isaac wasn't really looking for affection. He just wanted the assurance that somebody, anybody would have stayed here with him. The single awkward pat on the back was just icing on top of the cake.
At least Iko wouldn't have too hard of a time prying Isaac off of him. He was quite understanding when he felt Iko basically motion for him to let go, although the part where he was hoisted up under the arms like a baby being put in its jumper certainly took Isaac by surprise. His eyes widened, and he found an embarrassed flush creeping up his face. "Seriously?" he asked, bemused both by the reminder of how small he was and the huge gulf in power between a worn-down Rookie and fresh Champion. Needless to say, Isaac folded his arms irritably when he was set back down on the bed, huffing slightly. "Jeez, I would've sat back down if you asked me to!"
His eyes widened nervously as Iko touched his forehead. Burning to the touch? Immediately he looked around in a panic for some sort of reflective surface, worried that he was taking on the characteristics of the Reaper agents that haunted him to this day. Fortunately, though, a cursory look at his arm showed that it was still as purple as ever. Considering the mutated Devidramon he saw in his nightmares, that was definitely a relief to see. "It wasn't a dream," he insisted. "It was all real. It all felt so real. And, I was told so, anyway. SkullSatamon was there. He said so!" He took a second to let that sit in. The fusion of Iko and Isaac, who is only supposed to exist when they merge, told Isaac that real events were happening. Right.
He facepalmed slightly, brow wrinkling. "Ignore that," he murmured.
Did Isaac need anything right now? Frankly, he had no idea whether he did or not. Okay, so there was a lot he needed. He needed to check on his injured friends. He needed Maia, here by his side. He needed to know if Elliot was okay. It wasn't really a need, but he would not say no to a hot bath and food that wasn't scavenged from the Server Woods. But those didn't exactly seem like things Iko could call up on a whim. "If you could check when Alicia's doing good enough for visitors, that'd be perfect. Thank you," he asked, gratitude shining through the fatigue in his voice. That left out an important variable, though.
Was Isaac doing good enough for visitors?
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Post by darkblade on Mar 23, 2018 0:02:06 GMT
What, did the Impmon take offense to the way he was picked up? Seeing that flush expression, and even that groan as Isaac was set down, the wolf couldn't help but give a chuckle. "Force of habit, I guess. Still, glad to see that you're feeling a little better, at least."
Better enough to give Iko a hard time, anyway - but not better enough to be saved a fever. The Ankomon looked on him curiously as the Impmon examined his fur, as if checking for something - a rash, a piece of the D-Reaper's barrier? In either case, the imp wouldn't find anything, and he soon calmed down. And wait, it wasn't a dream? Hearing his description, Iko's ear gave a twitch as he said SkullSatamon's name. Rather than think it off, though, the wolf gave a sigh:
"You too, huh? I have to say, that skeleton man is a fair bit more jovial than 'dark me'." With a smirk, the wolf tapped the side of his head with a single knuckle: "You're not the only one with a roommate or two from the Dark Area." They could even connect on this level? No wonder they were DNA partners. "Still, he's been slipping lately. Even managed to get a name out of him."
Yeah, the Ankomon had enough of trying to get some shuteye this morning, too. And in truth, Isaac probably needed a lot of things: rest, shuteye, a good shower, a brush for that matted fur. But as for his spoken request, Iko gave a nod: "I'll be sure to let the doctor know, and see if I can even swing a word to Alicia. In exchange," Iko countered: he reached into his bag, and set both a granola bar and a sports drink next to the Impmon. "Eat, drink - heck, watch some TV if you don't want to fall back asleep. Worrying about her is fine, but you aren't going to do much if you're a sack of bricks yourself!"
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Mar 23, 2018 0:32:21 GMT
Isaac rolled his eyes at Iko's clear amusement over his situation. "The heck did that even become a force of habit?" he asked, wondering when picking up small children became a common part of Iko's repertoire. He always seemed like, pardon the pun, kind of a lone wolf. Sure, he kept an eye out for Isaac, but he still didn't really come off as the familial type. Nevertheless, it was hard to argue with Iko. Isaac was already feeling good enough to start mouthing off, whereas before he would've probably hurled his kidneys out if he even tried.
That was just more proof that Isaac wasn't as delirious as he feared he was. For starters, SkullSatamon was actually real. Apparently Iko and Isaac had a close enough bond that the delightful skeleton was a constant guest in their psyches. Considering Iko's dark half, it seemed like Isaac wasn't the only one who now had two or three voices being juggled around in their heads. "Glad to know I'm not crazy, at least," he admitted, even though at this rate his spirits would clearly leave him so. "And I'm glad you're having more luck with your troubling guests than I am, at least." Isaac was here getting creeped on by the twisted puppet of his former favorite spirit, and yet Iko was breaking down his own dark doppelganger's walls? That was frankly pretty incredible.
However, Iko got Isaac thinking. His eyes widened in shock and his seated posture went rigid as the words just slipped out of his mouth. "Holy shit, what are my spirits' names?" he asked, in complete disbelief that he had never even wondered about it before.
He promptly grabbed the granola bar and started nibbling on it to get his mind off of that fact. It felt like a sack of rocks in his stomach, but that was probably the lingering adrenaline leaving him far too stuffed for comfort. "Don't gotta worry about me falling back asleep, at least," Isaac assured Iko. "No chance in hell I'm going back into that mess." He could already feel his eyelids getting a little heavy, if only from the fatigue, but he shook his head to snap right back out of it. Surely, the TV would be quite a bit of help. And Iko would be back before Isaac even knew it, right?
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Post by Dr. Mikemon on Mar 26, 2018 0:08:58 GMT
At the very least, the Impmon's case wasn't an emergency. Stingmon and Mikemon already had their hands full dealing with Alicia and Mitsuko's own issues - a third patient simply would have been untenable for them to deal with.
That didn't mean, however, that Isaac was necessarily completely fine after his fight. The Impmon was left a good hour of whatever television would be available at 5 o'clock in the morning - which was apparently re-runs of what seemed to be the Digital World's version of Let's Make a Deal - before the doctor would finally make his arrival, rubbing the back of his glove over a tired eye.
"Never a dull day around here anymore, I guess..." The feline muttered to himself, shaking his head to ward away the effects of such an early morning meeting. His eyes soon settled on the Impmon, already peering underneath the base layers of the rookie's data. The D-Reaper's influence was evident, of course, but right now the cat was trying to ascertain the damage caused by the Demon's Pill.
"Hm. You look a tad worse than a pile of bricks," the cat said with an offhand tone, the diagnosis given with a rather tired sigh. "Intermittent nausea, dehydration, muscle strain, fatigue, hallucinations... anything I'm missing?" Even as the cat spoke, he drew a stethescope from a nearby drawer, soon settling himself next to the bed. If he was permitted to approach, he'd press that cold instrument against the Impmon's back, instructing him to give a deep breath.
"Sheesh... the whole lot of you are a fricking lucky bunch..."
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Mar 26, 2018 0:54:15 GMT
Isaac's ears perked up before he even realized that he had heard a sound. Between Impmon's sensitive ears, and the slight paranoia instilled in him by his time as NeoDevimon, Isaac was fairly certain that his senses were being sharpened to a fine point. Maybe that'd come in handy later, but for now it gave the poor guy a heart attack right when the Trailmon on screen was about to get his new car. He whipped around nervously, only to sigh in relief when he realized that it was just Dr. Mikemon. "Oh, huh. Didn't expect to see you here," Isaac said, absentmindedly. Naturally, upon realizing that he was sitting in Mikemon's clinic, he promptly facepalmed from embarrassment. "Forget I said that, I had one hell of a day," he added, sheepishly.
It seemed Mikemon was in a bad of a sassy mood today, judging by his rather blunt diagnosis. "Gee, thanks. Tell me something I don't know next time, eh?" he asked, rolling his eyes good-naturedly. " 'Cause I feel like those bricks just got smashed by a hammer."
Isaac listened carefully to the diagnosis that Mikemon was putting on the table. "Hallucinations? None of those, far as I know," he said. "I'm hearing and seeing stuff, but good news. Apparently its all both in my head and real at the same time, which let me tell you is one hell of a combo. Needless to say, getting threatened by your own corrupted spirit is not a great experience."
Isaac took a deep breath at Mikemon's request, even as he felt the freezing cold of the stethoscope clamp down on him. "Lucky, huh?" he said, immediately casting a worried look towards the door. "Alicia, Mitsuko . . . does that mean they're okay!?"
Yes, Isaac really couldn't care much about his own checkup. Not while they were on the shelf.
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Post by Dr. Mikemon on Mar 26, 2018 1:18:41 GMT
Well, the Impmon must have really been out of it - didn't think to see him here? "Oh please, at the rate I'm seeing you I feel like I should already be charging for rent." Clearly, he wasn't overly worried about Isaac's condition if his tone had already settled on this level. "And you think you've had a day? Yeesh..."
That said, it seemed that Mikemon had hit the nail more or less right on the head, minus a bit about the hallucinations. Of course, as a spirit wielder, they had a little more credence - but 'lucid dreams with an interesting tone' still matched the tone well enough. "No, I can't imagine it's a great experience... but hopefully, after a few days, your sleep cycle will manage to get back to a normal order. Full disclosure, I asked, and Iko more-or-less brought me up to speed." Personal as a few things may have been, well, best to try and keep the doctor in the loop.
For now, the cat focused on getting a proper read on Isaac's vitals: "Heartbeat normal, lung capacity fine... hm?" Blinking, the cat found the Impmon darting his eyes to the door, enough to make the cat give him a light flick to the back of the head!
"Relatively, yes. I've stabilized Alicia's spirit so she won't go berserk again, and Mitsuko's been stabilized. For now," the cat gave a sigh, "It's time for me to scold you. After all, those pills are pretty much poison." The cat's tone was dry: "And now that its finally settled in, your eye color... yup, that's more a 'lime' than the 'forest green' that it should be. Seems this way is how your data finally settled." The tone was more matter of fact, though frustration was still evident on the cat's voice.
"Now, settle on in. Physically, what hurts the most right now?"
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Mar 26, 2018 3:35:05 GMT
"Hell, I'd pay," Isaac admitted, laughing a little. "Beats squatting in the forest, at least. Think I've done enough of that for a lifetime or two. I mean, do I even want to think about how many human world months it's been on the other side?" If it was any consolation, it was that most of Isaac's experience thus far had been wrestling with the wilderness. At least he wouldn't be sent back to the human world as an old person in a fifteen year old's body. That would've been majorly disappointing, especially for Maia.
He could tell Mikemon had one hell of a day, too. "Yeah," he said, voice trailing off in disappointment. "Yeah, that's my fault. I didn't think it would get out of control like that. I really didn't! I just . . . I mean . . ." At least with the checkup beginning, Isaac could focus on something besides how badly he had messed up. He clamped down on the apologies that started pouring out, instead making sure he was tranquil and his vitals would recover.
Isaac sighed as he Mikemon mentioned Iko's assistance. "Oh, good. I didn't want to have to relive it for the third time today," Isaac admitted. "Guessing it's gonna be a rough waiting period, huh? Can't imagine the nightmares getting any better, especially now that D-Evidramon knows I'm coming around every night. Hell, he might be right there waiting for me next time."
Alicia and Mitsuko were okay. Thank goodness. Less thank goodness was the fact that now he had a long-overdue lecture coming. "I know, I know. But I had to, you know? If I didn't, Mitsuko could've died! Sure, it would've really sucked for me. But . . . it would've been worth it, if it meant people important to me would be okay."
It sounded like the pills had a permanent effect. His eye color had lightened, and Isaac just knew it'd persist if he kept it up at this rate. "This is gonna reflect in my human form, isn't it?" he asked, sounding a little bit nervous. "Crap. How am I gonna explain this to mom?"
What hurt most right now? Isaac looked at his hands, tapping his feet aimlessly as he tried to think of a good answer. "Everything," he said. All things considered, it came quite quick.
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Post by Dr. Mikemon on Mar 27, 2018 3:17:26 GMT
"You say that, but you haven't seen what the property prices are like around here. Sheesh, its almost as bad as Terminus..." Shaking his head at that thought, thankful that he actually owned the piece of land that he was standing on, the feline just barely managed to add a dry chuckle. Unfortunately, that was going to be about the high point of their conversation.
After all, Isaac had quickly moved to describe just why he needed to use the pill. Clearly, he had gone out of control - but he had to protect Mitsuko! He had to save Alicia! It was what the feline expected to hear, but it didn't make Isaac's case any easier. Just what effects would it have on the Impmon in the long term? Would it impact his human form? "Hm... it most likely will affect that," the Mikemon finally answered, giving a light shrug as to how he would explain that to his parents. That was only going to be relevant if he could regain his human form at all.
As for the rest? "I gave you those pills for a reason. Far be it from me to tell you how to use them - its better to be an idiot than someone who didn't even try." But as he mentioned that 'everything' hurt, the cat gave a nod: "Good. Remember how you feel right now, and commit it to memory. This is the pain of using a Demon Pill - and let me tell you, the second and third times are going to be even worse than this. Let this be your barometer - don't use the next one unless its worth going through all of this again."
That... was surprisingly reasonable, wasn't it? Rather than reach for a painkiller, the Mikemon spread his hands above the imp, a strong, green glow working away at the surface level of the pain. "I can't give you any pills, not for another 16 hours. Fortunately, it seems your body's rejection to them is at a normal level. This could have been a lot worse."
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Mar 27, 2018 23:20:41 GMT
"Well, yeah. It's literal beachfront property in the second biggest city in the Digital World," Isaac said. He must have been feeling better if he was doing well enough to start debating real estate. "But if it takes being taxed to death to get away from a lot of other, more painful forms of death? Screw it, I'll take the hit." It was preferable to being eaten alive. Or skewered to pieces. Or being poisoned. Or succumbing to the D-Reaper's corruption. Or getting lost in endless woods being taunted by Impmon illusions.
Yeah. Way better.
While Isaac had wormed his way out of this one, it sounded like his eyes would take the hit for his transgressions. He let out an anguished groan as heard the news, then leaned onto the bed as if literally mapping out what would change. "Lets see," he muttered, tapping his fingers aimlessly on the plastic. "If lime's lighter than forest, my eyes are going to get lighter, right? But mine are already brown. The heck do you even have bright brown eyes? What are they going to be hazel or something? Ugh, I do not want mom to think I tried buying vanity contacts again . . ." Wait, again?
He snapped out of his brainstorming to focus on the pill prognosis. Thankfully Mikemon had judged him way less than Isaac expected, even if he let out a hapless sigh when Mikemon sneaked in the fact that he was an idiot. This was an important learning experience, though. It showed that these Demon Pills weren't one-shot corruption blockers. They came with just as hefty a cost as the fear of possession, and if pushed too hard wouldn't even help Isaac escape that. He looked down at the floor, trying to hold in his thoughts until after Mikemon was finished.
Then he tried to force a weak smirk. "Good," he said. "Now that I've felt it first-hand, I can say it's worth putting up with for the people I care about. But . . . I just wish I could use those pills to fight myself down, you know?" Clearly, Devidramon's transgressions still weighed like a stone in his brain, to the point where just thinking about it made his tail swish back and forth in an antsy fashion.
He let out a small yelp of pain as the crystal's light fell on him the first time, only for the relief to come washing in after the initial sting. Isaac let out a very relaxed sigh, practically melding into the bed from the sudden feeling of his aches evaporating. "I mean, you gave me 2 more already, right?" he asked as Mikemon inquired about the pills. "How many more could I even need?"
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Post by Dr. Mikemon on Mar 28, 2018 0:41:56 GMT
"Now, Isaac. You may know fear and death, but you know nothing about taxes." And the Digital World's tax department, just like its counterparts in the real world, likely weren't to be trifled with. Should the Impmon manage a glance over, he might even see a shudder through the feline's fur. Isaac might say that now, but the hell of paperwork was one that he hadn't experienced yet.
That aside, Isaac seemed quite concerned about the eye color. What was down from brown eyes? "Not Hazel. Amber." Giving him a rather direct answer, he gave a tap right beneath his own eye, showing the color that the feline had for reference. "Its hypothetical that it changed your human form at all, but I wouldn't be surprised as it did. And let's be honest, Isaac: if that's all you had to explain to your parents after all this, you'd be a happy camper."
If Isaac was human tomorrow, he could have red eyes and probably not a care in the world, compared to now. The Impmon seemed to take the news of the pills rather calm and somberly, trying to process everything that he was trying to say. And fortunately, he had his resolve.
"Unfortunately, the pills are pretty one-note - and with as many data signals as you have, its a risk to use from the start. Still," the feline continued the healing process, "Its better than the alternative, sometimes. And I'm not one to say how many pills you need, but those two are the last two pills you're ever going to have. Let's see... do you know poison ivy? That weird plant?" The cat hoped he could draw a connection: "The first time you're exposed to it, you might laugh it off, wondering why people are so scared of it. The second, it kinda itches... but then it gets worse and worse."
Yup: "Forget all those movies where people build a tolerance to poison: that's not how it works at all, most of the time. All Digimon are allergic to these pills - the more you take, the worse the reaction gets. I've adjusted them to your build and weight, so the two you have... well, they won't kill you."
The cat sighed. "But a fourth one might. And a fifth one definitely would. Worse - each pill will be less effective at 'helping' you than the last..."
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Apr 1, 2018 0:09:35 GMT
"I know they're why mom goes to bed with a headache on the last week of a month," Isaac pointed out. "But you're right. Not like I've been handling them myself or anything like that. Guess that's another one of those 'you'll know when you're older' things, huh? And not the fun kind, either." Why couldn't it be more like motorcycle riding or R-rated movies? That was the sort of know when you're older Isaac could get behind! Then again, as someone with a job now, Isaac probably would end up having to deal with the taxman at some point.
Wait. Isaac paled a little. "If I don't get this cured by the human world's tax season, I'm not gonna get tagged for tax fraud, am I?" Isaac asked. He did not want to miss return season at this rate!
Surely that would be the only shock Isaac had today, right? Not true. Isaac's jaw visibly dropped as he heard Mikemon's assessment of his new eye color. "Oh, you gotta be kidding me," he muttered, ears pressed someone flat to his head in annoyance. "People already cracks jokes about Maimai and I looking like siblings. Now I'm gonna look like her freaking twin!" Of course, even as he griped about how he was going to look after this, the corners of his mouth pulled up in a bit of a smile. It was hard not to smile when thinking about her, especially when it had been so long since he'd seen her last. "But at least she's got really cute eyes . . . " he muttered, the irritation in his eyes softening into a dreamy look.
Reality snapped that dream out as Isaac realized how much he'd have to explain to his parents."Like the part where I explain to my mom I've been sneaking off into a parallel world on a near-daily basis, I've been taking my crippled little brother with me, neither of us may even be fully human anymore, and I'm working in a butler cafe to help make the ends meet on bills?" he asked, groaning a little in irritation. "Okay. So that last one's all on me. But everything else is gonna be hell to explain. And that's assuming I can even turn back and explain it!"
Frankly, Isaac didn't even know how poison ivy worked, so that explanation helped Isaac make a lot more sense of these pills. "So what you're saying this was my best shot at making these things work," Isaac said, trying to look for an explanation. "And with each other use, it'll all be downhill from here. But at least now I know what to expect after I take them, and also to prepare for even worse." The fact that these wouldn't kill him, even if they made him feel like he wanted to die, was helpful.
A fifth definitely would. That left a nebulous fourth behind. "So I've got three and a half chances at best," Isaac said. "Permission to ask for that fourth if we're, like, in world ending peril at least?" Isaac asked, a steely resolution setting in his eyes. "If it's me or the fate of both worlds, I think I can handle the risk of nearly dying." Was that seriously Isaac's first thought? Kid might need some therapy, because he's coming down with a bad case of the morbid.
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Post by Dr. Mikemon on Apr 1, 2018 0:36:22 GMT
Wait, really, he was worried about missing out on human world taxes? "Um... aren't you a little young to be worrying about that?" The feline gave a dry chuckle, shaking his head to the question. "At the very least, if it does get that bad, at least you have the option to stay an Impmon, I guess." He scratched the back of his head, shaking his head at the concept.
That was nothing compared to the reaction of the eye color, though. Tilting his head in a bit of confusion, the doctor tried to piece it together. "Mai... Mai? The same eye color?" It was on the tip of his tongue, why did it sound so familiar? Crossing his arms, the feline closed his eyes... his own ears perking up as he realized! "Oh, right, Maia! I went to the human world to do a check-up on the Kudamon. He was fine, and after a bit of discussion, well," he chuckled, "she's starting an internship here next week. Never had a human with that level of interest in Digital physiology."
For that bit about the parents, he gave a shrug: "To be fair, explaining that while you're an Impmon might half-answer a lot of those questions before they even start. Not saying that's a good idea, mind you." His explanation for the pills settled in quite nicely, and Isaac understood the stakes.
That he even asked for a fourth pill made him raise his brow, though. "I'll make it for you if its ever necessary, but trust me, you don't want to risk it. More than 80% of the time you'll just rupture out from the inside." Right, these pills weren't meant to be a regular thing. "Its a miracle that they even work, really. Its the best medicine in the Digital World mixed in with the most terrifying binder. Sheesh."
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Apr 1, 2018 1:53:21 GMT
"Yeah. I guess that'd still be for mom to do," Isaac admitted. "Although god, I am still not looking forward to explaining where the money comes from." At least Isaac had gotten a good laugh out of Mikemon's idea of Isaac using his Impmon form to dodge the feds. It was a fun idea, even if not one Isaac had remotely any interest in pursuing.
Then Mikemon had to go and make it a tempting option. He stopped his slight recline to sit straight up, equal parts hope and fear intermingling in his eyes. "Wait, what!?" he asked. "She's going to be here? Seriously? And in just a week-"
A time frame that could be either seven days or forty nine days, considering which world Mikemon had made his appointment with Maia in. "Wait. Human week, or Digimon week?" Isaac asked, wondering if it would be seven days or a month and a half before he got to be reunited with the love of his life. "You know, if she's gonna be around here more, I think I could handle paying that rent after all." Isaac was quite worried about reconnecting with people after his corruption. He was especially terrified of how she would react to what had happened with Mitsuko and Alicia. However, there was no way that Isaac could, in good faith, avoid Maia. She could've asked to meet him in the heart of the Dark Area and he would've sped over there the second he got the message.
Maia was probably one of the only people he'd want to see as a human, though. Isaac sighed as he looked down at his feet. "I can't. I . . . you know what they might do to stray Digimon in the human world, right?" he asked. He couldn't stick to this deflection for too long, though. The weight of his guilt started to weigh on him, and he hunched slightly as he tried to hide his eyes from Mikemon's view. "And I'm just not strong enough. I don't want to see my mom freaking out. Not while I can't even look like her son while trying to tell her it's all okay. And I don't want Elliot to know that I still don't have this under control, even after how much I promised him. But . . ."
He sighed, thinking about how he could have nearly died. How, if he took that fourth pill, he very likely would die. "Can I borrow a D-Terminal, please?" he asked, knowing that he had to set this right.
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