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No Leg to Stand On [Elliot & Isaac]
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Apr 1, 2018 0:33:01 GMT
As soon as Elliot heard Morgan's furious shout, he zipped over to the closest rock to let Hiroyo and Roger down. "Do not worry! I am coming!" he called back, voice raised over its usual calm hum in order to overwhelm the sound of the crashing waves. With that settled, he turned back to Hiroyo and Roger, hovering slightly above the rock and gently setting Hiroyo down on the ground. "Please. Be safe," he asked, his wings soft as they unwrapped around her. Did he touch her shoulder slightly as he let her go, or was that just his imagination?
Frankly, it was probably the insect on his wrist weighing his hand down. But that's no fun.
Now, with Roger save in tow, Elliot turned around to fly right back into the fight. He arrived just in time to see a barrage of wind blades pepper the Gesomon in the back, the squid letting out an incensed roar and wheeling around to face Morgan anew. It seemed that the Champion wasn't very smart or tactical, reacting primarily to the first new stimulus it experienced rather than keeping its eye on the active participants of a fight. Maybe when it was more injured it would be more attentive, but for now this was a very familiar situation for Elliot to work with; a classic tank-and-spank. How long could Morgan hold this squid's "aggro" for while Elliot got into position? Rather than beeline towards the Gesomon he flew straight up, hoping to get enough distance above the squid's head for Roger to start charging an attack.
As he did this the Gesomon opened its mouth, the deep blue of the sea mixing with the dark black of its ink supply. The ink foamed in the back of its throat, and then launched right at Roger in a thick torrent. If the cloudly liquid hit Morgan, it probably wouldn't be very good for the poor bee's eyesight at all.
The attack at least gave Elliot time to gain distance on the Gesomon. Once above the Gesomon he whistled, the MagnaAngemon's usually melodious voice having the vocal range necessary to make a sharp, high sound. Immediately the Gesomon looked up, irritated and surprised. As soon as the squid did so Elliot flew straight down, narrowly avoiding a heavy tentacle clap from the squid that left his ears ringing just from proximity.
With the Gesomon no longer in any good position to attack, Elliot dropped Roger right over his eye markings. How would the Kunemon capitalize on this opportunity?
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Post by Hiroyo Oda on Apr 8, 2018 20:06:58 GMT
Hiroyo nodded up at Elliot as she carefully slipped from his hold to land in the surf. His hand lingering on hers brought a smile to her face despite the situation. She stepped back to give him room to fly. "Take care of yourself!" Roger huffed in annoyance and she rolled her eyes, the smile turning from bemused to vaguely strained. "And the bugs too."
"Let's go go go!" Roger was quick to interject. While these too were being all blushy-blushy and making googoo eyes for each other, Morgan was going solo against a Champion!
In his mental grievances Roger completely failed to note that his original squabble with Hiroyo had probably cost them even more time.
She moved towards the shore, managed to make a few strides in that direction when something made her stop. Hiroyo hadn’t pulled her attention completely off the fight: the twins were precious to Isao and he had wanted her to take care of them. In this world that meant keeping them alive. But she was too far away, too powerless to stop the squid from blasting Morgan from the sky.
Hiroyo's smile as she watched Morgan disappear into the water. Her heart thudded in her chest as she was abruptly reminded of the aftermath of the fight against Hookmon a scant couple of weeks ago at this point. Her stomach churned uneasily and she took a few steps forward before coming to a faltering halt. 'What can I do what should I do I have to do something but what can I do wha -'
Her frantic thoughts were interrupted by a tug in her chest. It felt like something had tried to pull her heart from her chest and met resistance. An impression of fear-worry-rage flashed across her mind and then the tug happened again. It hurt this time, hurt bad enough to drop her to her knees as she wrapped her arms around her ribcage as if to keep it from bursting. Something bitter and anger at her-the squid-his/her powerlessness pressed across her awareness like a lightning bolt and this time she knew.
It was so much worse than the brief moment of sickness and minor pain that she had felt when the twins went from In-Training to Rookie that she hadn’t recognized it at all.
When the tug came for the third time she had sucked down air and done her best to think of herself as a fountain, pushing whatever the tugging needed out and forward and she felt something break-
Morgan was an able flier who was able to dodge distance attacks flung his way that were below a certain speed threshold, he had enough distance between him and his opponent to give him time to react, and he was in relatively good shape.
None of things were currently true.
The Fanbeemon was tired from hauling Roger across the beach. They were both only at the child stage and the brothers were too close in size to be an easy carry either way. Morgan had closed in on the Gesomon to strike quicker, to draw the squid's attention faster. 'At least that worked.' He thought bitterly just before the torrent of water hit. His world went black as the force sent him tumbling back and down from the skies to land in a splash.
The water wasn’t deep but it wasn’t where Morgan wanted to be either. Fighting an opponent on their preferred terrain and that had never been his style. Getting out of the water would normally have been easy, you simply looked for the light and went in that direction! Even if you couldn’t see it was pretty easy to orientate oneself with the direction that you had been facing.
Therefore the Fanbeemon was perplexed by the trouble he was having. While the water wasn’t deep it was apparently deep enough to close over his head, to render his quick and hurried reaches touching nothing but water and more water. Was he upside down? Was he right side up? Morgan didn’t know and breathing was becoming a rather pressing concern!
He felt something give way in the very back, most distant parts of his mind and the potential of power came filtering through. He rejected it firmly and then calmed himself down so that he’d stop flashing and sink to sea floor. He could guess at the price of that offered power, and what would cause it to be available. He rotated when his back touched the sea floor, all legs bent just before he shoved off and forced his way through the three feet between the sand and the sky.
He could hear the deeper tones to Roger’s voice as he hollered and fought, could hear the crackling of electricity. Morgan turned his blind eyes in the direction of the fight and forced his wings to action, to drag him back into the skies again.
“Roger, what did you do?” He mumbled, straining and beating his wings as hard as he could to gain height above the water’s surface.
"Go-go-go-go!" The Kunemon clinging to Elliot's arm was quite noisy in his attempts to spur the angel to greater speed. His antenna, for once, were still upon his head besides what movement the wind of their passage gave them. It probably wouldn't be obvious to Elliot but all of Roger's attention was fixed quite firmly upon his brother and the enemy mon.
Which meant that just as they were about to reach the fight Roger had a front row seat to Morgan getting blasted out of the sky.
There was a stirring in the Kunemon’s chest. Roger hissed in fury and hate and fear because he remembered Hookmon too. Remembered how hard it had been to hang on to existence, how hard it had been to stay.
And Roger, Roger was meant for the frontlines. It wasn’t something the twins had ever discussed, it was just the roles they had naturally fallen into. Roger protected from the front, biting and shocking and acting upon those that would reach his brother. Morgan worked from the rear, zapping and plotting and planning out the best way to disrupt and disorientate anywho attempted to harm his twin.
Through this they had come to realize something: Roger was a little tougher than Morgan, and Morgan was a little quicker than Roger. Most wouldn’t pick up on it, so slight was the difference, but sometime between Isao leaving and their death and rebirth and meeting Hiroyo, the difference had become inflated in Roger’s mind.
Morgan was Fragile and was to be Kept From Close Range at all costs.
Within Roger’s data there was the barest memory of being more. Of being bigger and badder than his Kunemon from. A sense of easy give-and-take accompanied these fragments of words and slivers of emotion. He didn’t have that now, what he had was a wall. A wall between him and the power he needed. He was reminded of the fight with Hookmon, of his powerlessness and resolve to do more, be better.
He pulled at the wall. No response, just the resistance and faintest awareness that what he wanted was on the other side. He pulled again and there was something, a brief alignment of will that passed by too quickly. Roger was over the Gesomon now, he could feel the angel’s hands loosening. Again he pulled, and again he felt the alignment of will.
Only this time it caught.
"Kunemon digivolve to....Flymon!"
Light flared around his form as he fell and he began cackling. For a moment he was a Kunemon in freefall towards a terrible destination, then a ball light shrouded in crackling electricity obscured his form as a stream of data zipped from the digivice hanging from Hiroyo’s wrist to him. The light disappeared just before Roger impacted with the Gesomon, leaving a Flymon where a Kunemon had been. Electricity was flaring along his fore claws as he sought to rip the squid apart.
“Ahahaha! Shocked yet Calamarimon?! Fetch my brother angel!”
Roger digivolves to Flymon and uses Cleaving Spark on Gesomon. Morgan gets barely above the water's surface. Hiroyo's pretty sure she's having a Roger induced heart attack. The mun wants to know how this got so out of hand.
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Apr 17, 2018 23:42:53 GMT
Elliot gasped slightly as he watched the spectacle unfold. Frankly, Hiroyo and the twins didn't seem like they were on the same page. They were pretty much tormenting each other in various ways since Elliot met each other, from hat thievery to yelling at each other on the battlefield. When the chips were down, though, this instability turned into true camaraderie. Worry for their mutual partner and sibling left Hiroyo and Roger's hearts beating in sync, and in a flash of brilliant light the Kunemon that started this freefall was now a Flymon dive bombing at Gesomon like an avenging angel.
The Gesomon didn't see this coming either. Holding its tentacles up to block Roger, its rather lax guard was promptly shattered by the mass of the incoming Flymon. Its powerful forelimbs sliced right through the Gesomon's tentacles, the giant squid forced to lower its guard just so a limb didn't get torn off in Roger's battle fury. This left a massive jolt of electricity unimpeded as it came right for its face, the Gesomon shrieking in pain as its facial markings got the brunt of the jolt. In desperation it descended to the surface of water, hoping that conventional knowledge was right and bugs were incapable of swimming.
After that show, Elliot wasn't about to question Roger. Instead he flew after Morgan, helping pull the bee out of the water to better accommodate his return to the skies. He even kicked up a gentle breeze with his wings, hoping to dry Morgan's off so they wouldn't give him trouble as he flew. "Are you hurt? Are you alright?" he asked, keeping protectively close as he tried to keep an eye on the water. When a Gesomon's territory was intruded, it didn't tend to give up so keenly . . .
The sound of a splash behind them betrayed his reasons for escaping. The water almost parted from how much was being displaced, and Gesomon's whole mass went flying high into the air. His body damn near blotted out the sun as he angled himself towards Elliot and Morgan, mouth open wide and tentacles writhing in fury. If he couldn't beat them, it seemed he would try to eat them.
Elliot immediately broke a retreat, trying to take Morgan with him. Would the bee come quietly, or would he have other ideas?
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Post by Hiroyo Oda on May 6, 2018 23:01:06 GMT
Roger cackled madly as the Gesomon screamed in pain. He dropped all his weight onto the Gesomon just before it dropped under the water. The Flymon swore up a storm as he took to the air again. He beat his wings furiously as he climbed into the air, a faint purple dust filling the air as it fell off his wings and rested upon the surface of the water. With luck the Gesomon would come right up through it, and while it wouldn't be enough to outright counter the next attack the Gesomon made it would slow it down after that!
...unless the Squid came up out of the water several feet away from where Roger had left his trap. The water began pushing the poison dust away while Roger cursed and raced to meet the threat, his jaws opened in a maddened shriek as electricity began to play across his forelimbs again.
Morgan was surprised to find a hand being offered in aid but was still quick to take it. One of his claws closed cautiously over Elliot's fingers. He coughed twice as he was lifted into the air then surveyed the altruistic mon in front of him. "...Thank you." He said as the wind from the angel's wings washed over him, helping to dry or push some of the moisture off his own. The Fanbeemon took a couple experimental flaps with his own then began working them in earnest, letting go of Elliot's hand the moment he was sure he was stable in the air.
Almost immediately his thoughts turned back to the fight. He gave a quiet snort at Elliot's question and raised one antenna the way a human might raise an eyebrow in incredulity. He was a rookie that had taken a hit from a champion, how well could he bee? "I'll live." He ignored his private habit against using contractions in favor of getting his point across quickly. "We need to stop the fight. The Gesomon was just sunbathing-Roger attacked it when I dropped him."
He was about to go on when a dark shadow fell across the two of him. His eyes widened as Elliot started to retreat and he went along with him. So far the angel had appeared helpful and trustworthy and Morgan was willing to believe what was on the surface until he needed to do otherwise.
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on May 16, 2018 0:12:38 GMT
"Oh." Elliot's face seemed to fall a little as he heard what had happened. "So neither of you meant harm. How worrying . . ." Whereas before he was breaking into a run, now he found himself turning to face the Gesomon. Considering the fact that Gesomon was currently bearing down on him with fire in his eye markings, that might have been a bad idea. Considering that Roger was charging towards the Gesomon with a furious shriek, it may have been doubly terrible. Nevertheless, Elliot found himself rocketing up between the two, his normally serene voice echoing across the waves as he called out "Stop!"
It didn't seem like Gesomon was too happy about the idea, but he had at least slowed his descent somewhat. Instead of catching Elliot in his jaws he instead scooped the angel up in his tentacles, eye marking narrowing as he glared down at him. "And why should I?" he asked, his voice as greasy as a piece of poorly made sushi. "You came to my territory. You attacked me. And so far, you have yet to stop."
"I meant no harm," Elliot said. "I simply saw two younger Digimon were under attack, and wanted to stop them from getting hurt. I promise you, I do not wish to fight."
"And how do I know you won't just attack again when my back is turned?" the Gesomon demanded. "I've fought for this territory before. I am not losing it to any cheap tricks."
"I am fairly certain that insects do not like to live beneath the waves," Elliot said. "But if you are so worried, why not ask them yourself?"
The Gesomon turned to Morgan and Roger, jaws kneading over the air expectantly. Unless, of course, Roger did something silly like attack in the middle of negotiations.
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Post by Hiroyo Oda on May 25, 2018 23:55:52 GMT
Morgan kept pace with the MagnAngemon, keeping the angel between him and the squid. He snorted quietly when Elliot mentioned something about not meaning harm. While he certainly hadn't meant to cause a fight, the Kunemon could have been a different case. "My twin's intentions were perhaps not so innocent. While he does have trouble with the electricity flooding his body in moments of heightened emotion it is also true that he enjoys causing chaos."
He didn't bother to sugarcoat it at all! While he did keep his voice down so that hopefully only the MagnaAngemon would hear. Morgan was very aware of how his information could hurt negotiations if the Gesomon heard! He was fine with going along with the negotiations, but he just knew Roger wouldn't be.
Morgan purposely flew up higher so that he was both out of the Gesomon's reach and then used his height for a very unaerodynamic dive that put him squarely in the charging Flymon's path. The Fanbeemon was only barely to hold his place in the air - bugs weren't really meant for diving the way birds were!- and the water on his wings certainly wasn't helping
"MORGAN!" Roger yelled, relief and anxiousness mingling as he abruptly veered course towards the beach itself in an effort to avoid smashing into him. Sand rose in a plume as he crashed into the sand, the electricity on his claws grounding itself harmlessly into the sand. He was quick to turn around in place, accurately raising his head towards the Gesomon and spreading his mouth wide in a hideous threat display. "Get out of the way, I can take him now!"
"Calm yourself. We are ending this without further violence." Morgan snapped, his impatience clear in his voice. Roger grumbled and flared his wings so the eye markings were facing Gesomon but didn't immediately take to the air again.
"Why shouldn't we be violent?! He attacked me, and then you!"
"Yes, but you assaulted him first."
"On accident! Do you really expect me not to lash out proactively when you drop me on champions?" Roger hissed as his antenna moved in sharp, angry jerks. Was he telling the truth or had he purposely set the squid off? It was hard to tell at this moment really.
Morgan sighed and turned to the Gesomon, his tone still as calm as ever but with a layer of apology. "I hope you can forgive us. We truly did not intend to involve you in our flight across the sand."
Would the Gesomon accept such an apology after such a shocking wake-up call and subsequent fight?
Hiroyo was having a bad time. She had finally recovered enough from the strain of Roger digivolving to Champion to get an eye on the group when she saw them all further away down the beach than they had been before. She had still felt like there were iron bands constricting her chest, but since it didn't actively hurt that meant it was okay to begin wading her way through the waves to reach the group.
Or so she had thought. At some point, before she had realized what was happening, the surface of the water had become coated in a purplish dust that had deadened her nerves almost the moment it had come in contact with her skin. Now she appeared to be stuck frozen in place. This wasn't the kind of image she wanted to present to the dashing angelic figure at all!
She had found her hat now too. It had been pushed near the shore by the wave from Gesomon's leap and even though she could only see it from the corner of her eyes she could tell it was rather bedraggled looking. Her mood soured further. What an avoidable loss!
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Jul 14, 2018 0:54:47 GMT
At the very least, most of the negotiators here seemed in favor of peace. Roger was the main exception, and he seemed more out for retribution than anything. He and Morgan squabbled over the reasons for this fight starting, and both Elliot and Gesomon were frankly a bit more concerned about the results than they were about the reasons.
Gesomon's eye markings narrowed in irritation. "Accident, on purpose, that doesn't mean a thing to me," he said. "What matters is that you leave my territory. And really, the sooner, the better. You're starting to shed fly hairs in my water."
"With all due respect, I can not exactly leave while being grab-"
Gesomon answered Elliot's concern by flinging him away, sending the angel tumbling through the sky. "There. Not being grabbed anymore," he said, plain as day. "Are you going to follow him? Or would you like a helping tentacle as well?"
The Gesomon folded its tentacles, staring Roger and Morgan up and down, before slowly starting to sink back into the sea. "Just remember. If I see you in my waters again, there won't be a second chance."
Elliot managed to fling out his wings and catch himself in the air, at least. It was a little bit frustrating being tossed around like a rag doll, but frankly Elliot would take that over his negotiations failing. He hovered in the sky there, waiting to see what Morgan and Roger would do now, before heading back to Hiroyo with what was hopefully good news.
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Post by Hiroyo Oda on Aug 25, 2018 11:54:11 GMT
"Why don't you just try-" Roger began, breaking off when his brother abruptly interrupted him.
"We understand. We will leave." Morgan said firmly. Roger huffed and shook out his wings. This wasn't how he wanted this to go. His vengeful mood from before had been dispelled by the sight and proximity of his brother. There was still an impulse, a call to action that sang in his body and begged him to use this newly rediscovered power that this form held. Power that he could feel wavering, slipping away.
'Just a little longer...' He thought as he watched Gesomon retreat back into the surf. It troubled him more than he would admit that he could not hold this form, that he could feel Hiroyo weakening beneath the strain. He had longed for a return to this body, this power.
Far too often in the years since Isao's last time with them and Hiroyo's appearance had the twins been threatened. Threatened and trapped in the bodies of their Child form, their powers crippled by the absence of one particular human. The memory of their easy transformations with Isao had been but a distant memory.
It was a helplessness he never wanted to feel again. Until they had reached this point, Roger had thrown himself against foes both justified and not to shake off the uneasy feeling that their forged connection with Hiroyo would break. Would leave the twins defenseless.
Now he had proof that it wouldn't, proof that he could achieve higher forms if needed. It was the sweetest nectar in the world and it was tainted by the fact neither Morgan nor that angel wanted him to fight.
"Go back, Roger." Morgan urged, and Roger focused his senses on the Fanbeemon to find his brother facing his direction. That was another thing that was different, something else that needed the dust knocked off. He used to be so good at detecting the presence of other, of sensing the finest electrical pulse.
Now it was as if he was learning to see again.
"Roger go back. She can't handle this." Morgan said, the urgency in his voice more apparent than before. Roger huffed and looked to the side, grinding his beak in frustration. He knew, he could feel it, dammit! Could feel his regained power slowly draining away like water from the beach or sand beneath his body.
"Stupid girl." He hissed, quietly so his words would not carry down the beach to either the human or the angel. Roger folded his wings and drew himself in as tightly as possible, his eye markings contracting much the way Gesomon's had. A line of light zigzagged from tail to his head. More cracks turned off at awkward angles, breaking up the Flymon's form. "Stupid girl should hold it together better."
Morgan didn't respond as light spilled out of the cracks at such an intensity that it swallowed the form whole. For a moment there was an outline of the Flymon all in blinding, bright white light and Morgan couldn't help but picture his Waspmon's form being obscured in such a way. There was a bitter taste in his mouth as he watched the form of Flymon shrink into Roger's more familiar shape and stop glowing, leaving one grumpy Kunemon on the beach.
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Down the beach the pain in Hiroyo's chest and the nausea lessened. She still couldn't move thanks, apparently, to whatever that purple powder was, but at least she could breath a little easier.
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