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Shattered Rhythm [Mikemon]
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Post by darkblade on Feb 22, 2018 4:11:00 GMT
"Honestly, little surprises me about it at this point. Though, I guess its a good sign that both of your remaining cores are working with you?" Giving a slight shrug at Examon's apparent assistance, the Mikemon just gave a nod. Just a few minutes ago, the Renamon was simply about to cease existing - the fact that they were able to have this conversation was more a surprise than the dragon's drive to help her.
As K looked over her appearance, she seemed to note just how much she had changed. Past the gloves and the cloak, this Renamon had gained a snow-white coat of fur, and still had the rather notable sigil. Color-coordination or not? "Well, you're going to have all eyes on you now. Can't really hide yourself as an agent of Jesmon at this rate."
Future awkwardness aside, now was the time for K to settle in, and actually get some proper rest. As the fox settled on the bed, Mikemon pointed out a few things - the remote for the TV, the call button and the like. Before he could step out, as K lowered herself down for a hug, the doctor wrapped her arms carefully around K's shoulders. The side of his head rested to her shoulder for a few moments, a careful rub given over her back until the hug broke.
"... I'd say it's alright, but honestly, Jesmon would know more than me at this point. If its okay with him, you should be good to go." With a nod, and a small smile, he'd take a step back to the door.
"Rest well, K."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 22, 2018 5:04:24 GMT
"I suppose little would all considering. It's a good sign only for me, I don't know what it means to have a balance of two cores of their strength and mine. But ultimately we're going to slowly become one I think. So there's little point of fighting one another."
She'd scratch at her muzzle and frown at the mention that she was going to have all eyes on her now. She couldn't really hide her 'agent' status before and now with her being so close to a hackmon without actually being one... was just going to make the attention she got a little rougher that much was for certain.
"It's a good thing I suppose. better than being on the fence about it and having to deal with the stress. But.. honestly? It's worth it. It's worth every single moment that I've been given. If I'm an agent of jesmon though does that mean I have to deal with luminas?"
The renamon made sure to make herself comfy having a rather distasteful expression spreading onto her face. She didn't like the idea of having to deal with the high and mighty angels. There was the trail off thought about the hug that the both of them shared for a few long moments before she'd awkwardly rubbed her muzzle.
"I'll.. ask him when he's not so busy making sure the connections are all right."
She'd watch him go and sigh softly, running her hand along her fur and gingerly pulling up her hood before letting it flop back down. She looked still out of sorts from being this well...
"I'll see you in the morning Mikemon."
The renamon exhaled slowly and let herself rest against the bed, clonking out rather quickly....
But her rest would be anything but restful, there was nothing but violence in it. Soaked to the brim with it; soaked to the brim of her failure. She got to watch herself do foolish things.
Stepping down to help a mon she hadn't seen in years.
Fighting against two creatures, but having difficulty choosing which one to focus on.
There was a nasty attack to her hip that she could still could feel even now... It's gross plaque like growth barring healing and making the pain felt a thousand fold.
Her physical body shuddered and squirmed, slowly growing cold as the memories turned into nightmare...
Next Losing herself to her higher tier, losing herself to emotion. She was quick to respond to the creature, but it was only able to drive points into her. It was able to deal with her polearm by making an attack she had to block...
Followed by some.. some thing attatching itself to her.. Exploding and wrenching her form assunder.
The renamon gagged and coughed in her sleep, hands clutching at her chest...
She was forced to de-digivolve, her form jarring down from CresGarurumon all the way down to renamon.
She limply lay on the bed, still clutching at her chest like a mon possesed.
The next came the fangs on her neck.. Followed by the-
The renamon woke up with a earth shattering cry and fell out of her bed; hands going to her neck. Clutching at it like she didn't want to feel the pain... She sat there sobbing, huddling into a corner behind the bed Trying to make herself seem as small as possible.
Just what was that?
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Post by darkblade on Feb 23, 2018 1:06:25 GMT
Fortunately, K wouldn't be left alone like that for long. The Renamon was there for an overnight observation, after all, and through the night the Stingmon and Mikemon traded two hour shifts, to make sure that someone was available for her in case something happened.
Just a few seconds after K's scream and crash out of her bed, the insect peered through the open door. Floating through the hall, he managed to approach with only a light buzz, most likely inaudible through the Renamon's crying. Seeing her there, hiding in the corner, the Stingmon's urgent expression grew much softer - and with a light sigh, he stepped forward, before crouching down, looking towards the Renamon, offering a hankerchief for her tears.
"Rough night?" Looking over Stignmon's shoulder, K could clearly see that the clock read 1:42 - stupidly early in the morning. The Renamon wouldn't be left on the floor, though - either carefully picking her up, or at least helping the fox onto her feet, the Stingmon would rest K to sit on the bed, before pulling up his own chair. "Shh, it's alright... I'm here to help. Just tell me what happened."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 23, 2018 1:34:23 GMT
K was gripping her head trying to push out the sensation of her neck all but snapping, the energy of her owns flaring and warping drastically. She was flat out panicking as it was a feeling she wasn't sure how to explain.
It was as though a thousand needles were being driven into each and every point of her body. It was as though all her energy was being expended, pulled in and had that happen again.. and again. It was as if her data itself wasn't there but was, but only slowly fading away in time. If that time was a span of a few seconds itself.
It was some kind of pain she had never experienced before; it was some kind of stress she was unused to. It was something completely new that hse didn't know how to address and it had the usually calm renamon in a heightened state of panic.
The renamon visibly flinched when addressed by stingmon; her head turning slowly at the offer of a handkerchief. Haltingly she'd move to take it; her hand taking a hold of the handkerchief a little too hard. She was moving stiffly and somewhat haltingly as she was still coping with what she had seen...
What she had felt.
The renamon flinched again when the stingmon picked her up and placed her on the bed. Everything felt somewhat hollow to her for some reason; was it because of what she had felt? Or those strange.. Nightmares. Wiping her tears away the renamon placed a hand to her neck. It being the same spot she could feel those fangs in; and that wrenching-
The renamon shuddered at the thought and the sensation once more before silently setting her hands on her lap.
"....A nightmare if there ever was one.... I.. I can't really explain it, it just felt so re-real. Near the end I..."
There was clear hesitation and the renamon rubbed her neck again; flinching at her own touch. Unknown to her, there was indeed markings of a bite there.
A fresh bite.
"I think I died...."
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Post by darkblade on Feb 23, 2018 2:45:29 GMT
K was hurt - if not physically, than emotionally.
Stingmon knew better than to just write off the sensation of nightmares. As the Renamon settled back on the bed, slowly clearing away her tears, the insect carefully listened to what little she had to say. This was the result of a night terror, one so severe that she managed to fall out of the bed, and wake up sobbing with fear. Carefully, the Stingmon, with as much warmth in his voice as he could manage, gave his response:
"Though unfortunate, this isn't the first we've seen these sorts of effects. Data altering medication can cause vivid nightmares, and what Jesmon is trying to do is little different. Its quite possible you were living the memory of one of the Digimon they loaded in the past."
That was the Stingmon's theory at a glance - however, he was truly concerned to the amount of attention that K was putting to her neck. "Did you hit your head when you fell? Please, let me take a look." And should K allow it, the Stingmon would turn on the lights, lean in, and rest a hand, carefully, at the Renamon's neck. His fingers felt throughout the sides. Everything looked normal from the fur, but there was an undeniable 'dip', at several points, under the insect's fingers.
"Hm..." With that one concerned noise, the Stingmon's eyes looked carefully at the location. Right at the middle of her neck, were two undeniable holes, still leaving a scar in her flesh.
"... I know this hurts, K. But describe your dream to me." Lowering that arm, he rested K's hand inside his own, giving a gentle grip around it. This was important, but if Stingmon was right...
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Post by Deleted on Feb 23, 2018 3:46:25 GMT
"Jesmon never took in a single portion of data from anyone, at least as far as he claims. Examon has been oddly silent about it; but it wouldn't surprise me if she had to to survive in the Dragon Valley at the time she was still..."
The renamon shuddered and rubbed her muzzle, one hand still nervously gripping on the spot where she had been 'bitten'. She'd shake her head at the query before removing her hand; figuring it was a good idea to let them take a look as he was likely medically trained in some fashion....
When he touched her neck however the renamon flinched again; she could feel the soreness. The pain and that sudden stoppage again. She had to keep herself from reeling physically; or from physically stopping the stingmon.
Then the stingmon told her she needed to describe her dream to him. The renamon sat there quietly for maybe five or so minutes, shivering and trying to really think about the 'dream'.
Slowly if not certainly she was able to describe some of the dream; most of it was blurred but the only parts that really stuck out was her getting hurt on her leg and chest.
Then came the finality that she had trouble dealing with; her breathing turned labored and her other hand came up to her neck. She sat there silent for a few minutes more. Unable to really put to words what happened.
".....F-fangs to my neck and a.. A sh-sharp twisting breaking pain followed by... I couldn't even begin to describe the sensation..."
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Post by darkblade on Feb 24, 2018 2:27:47 GMT
It wasn't just the apparent damage: even from a light touch, K physically recoiled away from the Stingmon, doing all she could to not try and pull away. Realizing this, the insect did not keep up the contact for long, simply asking K to describe her dream...
... As difficult as that may have been for her. The insect was patient, not pushing her any further, simply keeping a reassuring grip around her hand. Of course, the description wasn't perfect - it was a dream, after all - but the main points had gotten through: she was in a fight, trying to protect someone. One of the other fighters cut into her hip, and the other exploded against her mega form's chest. And worst of all, a beast of some description snapped her neck, leaving her in a state she couldn't describe.
Could she have actually...
No, there was no point considering it now, not when the clock read '2:07'. Giving a patient nod to K, the Stingmon slowly pulled his arm back. "It sounds like you had a long night... excuse me." Briefly, the Stingmon stood up, drawing up a thermometer, meant for ears. "Let me just take your temperature. Sit up straight, please..."
Should K follow along, the Stingmon would follow along with the motions, soon reading the temperature allowed. "That's about a degree and a half hot for a Renamon. I'm afraid as long as the cores are settling, your sleep's not going to come easy." That said, he wasn't going to leave her without any help: once more pulling open the drawer, he soon set a half-glass of water and a single pill on the table next to the bed. "Just a sleep aid. Try and take it easy in the morning, too. I'll keep Mikemon in touch with everything that happened, and let him figure it out for us. Alright?"
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Post by Deleted on Feb 24, 2018 2:55:53 GMT
K sat there silently as the stingmon listened to her; she didn't know how to really follow up with that. Her hand however came up jerkingly to her neck and gave it a rub unconsciously. She'd blink slowly when the other removed their arm and she'd gaze at them with a mix of a tired expression... and something that could only really be described as an emotion the renamon hadn't really felt before.
A fear so strong, a fear of death. A fear that she would not come back.
At his inquiry of asking for her to sit up straight she'd do so; looking still rather shaken. Her expression didn't change even during the 'examination'. He was quick to tell her that her temp was just a tad higher than what was normal for one of her kind of digimon.
"......It won't help. Not.. Not for this."
Her eyes settled on the glass of water and pill. She knew it wouldn't help; she knew no matter what she did that the vivid nightmare would wrench her awake; forcing her to re-live that... Painful experience.
She'd sigh softly and rub the back of her neck before taking the pill anyways. The renamon stared at the stingmon for a few moments before sighing softly once more; there was so much raw emotion in it and the pressure of the room changed just a little bit. She wasn't exerting herself but it was plain to see that she was immensely bothered by this...
"I'll.. Try though."
The renamon found herself laying back down, and with help of the sleep aid she clonked out fairly quickly. Though her sleep looked troubled and there seemed to be something wrong with the sheer amount of pressure she still was displaying...
It wasn't too long before the nightmare reared it's ugly head again. Maybe an hour or so into her sleep. It was much more vivid, much more violent than the first time and everything was increased ten fold.
The pain.
The pain was unbearable.
On the outside her body was shaking and shivering, the pressure of the room hiking up several notches as the energy she pushed from her body was far too much for the location to really withstand. Cracks formed in the walls and in the ceiling as it worsened.
For each attack she suffered in the dream, her energy spiked and the pressure rose dramatically. Eventually she was engulfed by a light so intense; so gentle and unimaginably powerful....
And right when the neck snap occured a choarus of voices rang from her lips. In sheer agony she'd grip her head and the pressure that she was putting off stopped for a moment.
It was all but silent.
Then the pressure was back a hundred fold, the sheer amount of energy pouring from her body as the light of digivolution took hold. Her form increased in size four times over and the ceiling was pushed away as the renamon shifted from something simple.
To something grand.
She was awake at the end of it, standing there panting, her eyes dialated beyond belief and she'd shakily hiss out a breath. Her words muddled with pain and the sheer power that bled off of them was raw...
"F-feh.... I.. C-can't have that happen again..."
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Post by darkblade on Feb 25, 2018 5:54:25 GMT
All they could ask for her to do was try.
And, at least at the onset, it seemed like the pill helped somewhat. It was hard to say what was going on in K's head, but one, two, three hours in? The Renamon was stirring in her sleep, clearly uncomfortable, but she was at least able to stay asleep, all the way up to about seven in the morning...
... In which K, in a grand, blinding light, took the appearance of Jesmon. Aside from lighting up that half of the medical clinic in a blinding light, K had managed to stir awake someone else in the room: Dr. Mikemon. Having heard the report from Stingmon, the cat had settled in and rested on the chair on the far side of the room. As K started to stir, the Mikemon slowly started to sit up as well - only to suddenly be greeted by the sudden change in power and pressure! Almost blown off of his seat, the doctor slowly stood up, giving a blink over in the new Digimon's direction.
Well, at least the new core held? "Um... K?" Mikemon gave a nervous smile: "I don't mean to rush you, but... do you think you can drag your energy back a bit? Just as far down as you're able to go, comfortably." Hopefully, that would be at least Shutmon or below! Presuming she was able to do that, the Mikemon would soon be at K's side, briefly looking once over her form.
"Stingmon told me about last night. I'd like to take a look into it myself. But first, the coffee's on." And it looked like they were both going to need it!
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Post by Deleted on Feb 25, 2018 6:09:37 GMT
It was horrid the sensation that she had felt but it slowly started to dry up as she realized the sheer level of power that she was able to commit to at this point. The jesmon blinked and took a moment to look at her gauntleted hands; the slow frown that would come across her face was only interrupted by the speaking of another being in the room.
"....S-sorry..."
She'd close her eyes and exhale slowly; the energy that was more or less still being heightened because of that nightmare was still kicking in overdrive. IT took her maybe two minutes of sitting there, trying to regulate the vast quantities of energy that was required to just be super mega; much less understand the form. It wasn't on it's own that the form warped down to another; it was a controlled digivolution.
If anything the basic renamon had figured out the key to most of her digivolutions at some point. But the fact that they were able to be applied to her super mega? Was something she really wasn't expecting.
Just like her renamon, the shutmon form that she ended up taking looked deathly simular to the jesmon. Stark white fur, mostly red or white armor with some bits that had a soft blue. As far as forms went it was certainly more stunning than her renamon one and even came with the cloak that she sported in the jesmon form! But.. much smaller than the jesmon's of course else she'd be swimming in cloth.
"The nightmare was really.. bad. At the last bit I think.. I think that's what forced me to digivolve."
She'd frown a little bit and nod at his desire to want to look into it. It made sense as she was his patient still and his desire to have coffee only led to the shutmon chuckling.
"That sounds like a good idea.. Should we ah.. move somewhere else?"
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Post by darkblade on Feb 26, 2018 1:25:40 GMT
Sheesh, she had no need to apologize! "Oh, don't worry about it. You're my patient, and we never expected the data to settle in all that easily." That much was true, but it still wasn't overly comfortable dealing with that level of data pressure!
Fortunately, K was able to draw in her data, at least somewhat, and took the form of a much more manageable Shutmon. Unsurprisingly, it held the same fur and decorative structure as Renamon, even holding the scarlet red coat of a Jesmon, scaled to size! "Just as showy as the other ones." Giving a whistle, and then nodding to her concern, the Mikemon moved back on topic:
"Let's not worry about it first thing in the morning. You need an hour or two to cool off, so both of us can calmly look at it. And yes, come along, we have a break room this way." It couldn't just be the waiting room and a handful of observation rooms, after all! Leading the Shutmon to the front, and taking a right past a door closest to the waiting room, the Shutmon would be led into a simple room: a counter and a microwave were set on the far wall, a fridge in the far right corner. A TV was left off in another corner of the room.
Stingmon, already pouring himself a cup of coffee, gave a nod to both of them. "Ah, Mikemon, your phone has been blowing up all morning. You've got quite a few messages from the Council."
"Great, some bureaucratic crap to start my day off with." Rolling his eyes, the cat stretched out his back. "You got those dictated, right? I want to see which ones I can throw in the bin."
With a nod, already handing a folder to the cat, the insect left the room. Mikemon gave a nod to the fox: "Help yourself. You want me to kick on the news, or anything?"
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Post by Deleted on Feb 26, 2018 2:01:03 GMT
"With how much data there is I suppose that should be expected..."
The shutmon frowned for a few moments and considered how much data was going to have to get worked in with one another, how the cores would interact up until the point where they eventually condensed down into a single core. She honestly couldn't wait for that.
She gave a small smile to the mikemon as he claimed that it was just as showy as the other ones. She'd have to take his word on it, as she hadn't looked in a mirror with this form quite yet. She'd have to explore each form and see what had changed, and what parts had stayed the same.
"You make a fair point, hopefully just taking it easy is enough to let things.. Calm down a bit."
She'd rub her muzzle and follow after the mikemon, looking around somewhat meekly. She hoped that she wouldn't have another night like that; tossing and turning. Dealing with whatever that was. She'd let out a soft but somewhat strained sigh as the stingmon addressed Mikemon.
How was she going to really explain what she felt? It was just... So abstract. She'd place a hand on her neck and wince just a little bit before moving over to where the coffee was. She didn't usually partake in the stuff but with a rough night like that...
"I don't really watch Television. Even when the signal was good back at the Inn, we didn't get much in the way of news or shows. So I suppose hearing what's going on in the world couldn't hurt."
She'd scratch her head and carefully help herself to the coffee. Gingerly sipping it before it had properly cooled down and blanching just a little bit. She'd have to add more sugar... Then a thought crossed her mind and she'd glance around before settling into a chair.
".....How much did he tell you?"
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Post by darkblade on Feb 26, 2018 2:43:59 GMT
"Hm? Well, I guess out in the woods, TV wouldn't matter all that much." Was that how it worked? Honestly, the Mikemon didn't know, but it didn't take him long to reach for the remote. "Though honestly, Stingmon's the one who uses this more than anyone. Let's see... I think the news is channel twelve..."
As K adjusted her coffee, and the TV flickered on to reveal a sports network, the Mikemon's ear flickered at the Shutmon's question. "Oh, he told me everything: the dream, your neck, your fever." His response was natural: after all, it was exactly what the Stingmon was supposed to do. "Honestly, I just want to get another look at your data, just to make sure everything's set in alright. Jesmon did have his work set out for him, of course." But should it have honestly been that bad? Well, the entire process was untested ground, so there was potential that it could have been nothing more than just a nasty nightmare.
Still, weirder things had happened in the Digital World. "Alright, there we are." Finally settling on the channel, Mikemon turned up the volume a bit, before taking a drink of his coffee, starting to read through the voicemail transcripts. "Hm..."
"... Of course, we'll be bringing you what we know as it comes up." On the TV, with a 'breaking news' announcement along the bottom of the screen, a Strabimon stood, microphone in hand, the Dark Area's expansive background stretching into the distance. "For now, all we know is that its unlikely that it would spread past these borders. For caution, obviously, travel out here's been restricted. Things do seem to have calmed down, though."
"Alright, thank you, Roger." And with that, the news cut back to a Leomon anchor, the text on the bottom scrolling to explain a D-Reaper pandemic.
"Great. What's on the news is the same stuff I'm reading from these voicemails. Datamon, Angemon, the whole lot..." The cat gave a sigh, pinching his sinus. "Why immediately call out to me, though - like I know anything about their nests..."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 26, 2018 2:55:38 GMT
"Not really no. At best we got news through the paper or.. well. From travelers."
There was a small shrug and she'd watch him fidget with the remote. She didn't really doubt that the stingmon was the one that used the television more than the mikemon. As the mikemon was likely more busy than the stingmon would be.
"That's not really a surprise..."
The shutmon fidgeted at his answer, so he did hear everything? She'd sigh softly and shake her head. Should she of expected anything else from them? No. It was standard procedure and of course they'd share information on patients with the small amount of staff they seemed to have.
"I wish I could explain it better..."
She'd sigh and nod at the desire to take a look at her data; it would help a little bit to understand what was going on to say the least. She'd rub her neck absentmindedly and furrowed her brow as she settled in to watch the news.
But the news seemed to be covering something in the dark area, some outbreak of some kind? Did they just barely miss something important? Then came a headache and some nasty flashes right along with it; nothing violent but there was part of the dark area.... The shutmon put her hand to her head and winced.
"So whatever is there is causing trouble then...?"
There was a brief pause and she'd look to the mikemon before frowning slowly.
"Does anyone else know you're from there?"
There was this itch, like something was wrong. Like she knew something. The shutmon stared at the tv and rubbed her neck again. A little more forcefully, enough to where the shutmon seemed obviously bothered by something. The somewhat blank expression she had wasn't really boding well either...
"It's... red. A lot of red."
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Post by darkblade on Feb 26, 2018 3:13:37 GMT
"Honestly, you remember than most remember about their dreams." Again, Mikemon's comment wasn't surprised at the slightest, though there was still a touch of concern in his voice as she touched her neck. "More concerning is the marks that he mentioned... a-anyway, we'll get to that when we get to that." Right, no use rushing it, though the TV seemed to disagree. Just as they got those few words it, it already cut to commercial, the feline shaking his head at the whole thing.
"Well, I'm going to go with 'was' causing trouble. Otherwise they wouldn't be calling me up to the Empyrian Skies to discuss the matter. Of course, I'm going to have to send Stingmon as my liaison in case there's still a warrant out for our arrest there..." He gave a cough, letting that sour note slip right off into the background. He blinked, though, as K grabbed her head.
The next question made him tilt his head. "Well... Sebastian, Datamon, Wizardmon, Mummymon, Myotismon... that Deputymon you've seen in my office a couple of times? Obviously Stingmon, too. Honestly, though I don't wear it on my shoulder, it's not that much of a secret." Giving a sigh at that, the Mikemon looked over at K, just as the commercial break ended.
That description, that expression? Mikemon pushed his papers aside, and put a careful glance on the fox: "K? You alright, there? Put your hand down, you're starting to dig into your fur!"
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