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And Power Has It's Price [Cas/NPC][complete]
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Post by Cross on Apr 25, 2018 14:46:37 GMT
Carefully Cas reached out looping her good arm around Dagger as the little rookie clung to her all the tighter as the woman slowly relaxed into the healing energy. Most of the disorientation and lingering stress from the constant up and down of pain bleeding out of her. Looping her injured arm around Cloak she gently guided the Kotemon up beside her the rookie forgoing his pride to join his twin in clinging to her as Cas turned her gaze once more onto the Witchmon.
"Thank you." She murmured, soft, simple, and sincere. The knowledge so many days had bled away without her awareness or notice was...upsetting, but perhaps better then the alternative of being awake and in agony. Now all Cas felt was the bone deep ache of exhaustion and tenderness that always came with recovering injuries and a weariness more born from emotional trauma rather then physical.
"I'm pretty sure I'll have plenty to answer to when I get home, but my two most important appointments are accounted for here." The Tamer adds with a rueful smile as she glances down at her digimon then winces at the state of what little of herself she can see beyond the blanket.
"Though I certainly wouldn't turn down a glass of water and some clothes if you have any to spare." She adds not nearly as bothered as most people about her modesty due to her profession, but the since of normalcy such things provided she found she thirsted for even more then the water.
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Post by D-Reaper Scout on Apr 26, 2018 0:43:25 GMT
"Sheesh... you're just like a mother hen."
The Witchmon gave a sigh, but still managed a smile and shrug to the sight of these three. Alright, it was a sweet thought, even for her, that Cassandra was worried about her two partners. And hey, the human didn't have much to complain about, the witch even giving a small chuckle at Cassandra's request:
A glass of water? Clothes? "Well, consider it your lucky day that I'm one of three Digimon in this place who even wear clothes. Though I hope you don't mind black and showy." She might have had multiple outfits, but it was all along the same line. For the moment, though, the Witchmon would simply fetch and hand her a bottle of water - far cleaner than anything Fragment Village could have offered her otherwise.
"I'll dig up something from the back for you to wear. But if those are the biggest concerns on your mind, then you'll be fine. You'll be on a train to Terminus tomorrow morning, and have a whole car to yourself to sleep this off like a bad hangover."
"A... ah..."
"Oh, and the bunny's coming around." Giving a shrug to the Lopmon, the Witchmon merely replaced the towel on his head, before moving to step out of the room. "Just be sure to keep the ducklings out of trouble, alright?"
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Post by Cross on Apr 26, 2018 1:25:58 GMT
"We're not ducklings. We're digimon." Cloak grumbled out softly, but didn't make further comment then that as Cas gave a tired chuckle.
"Sleeping this off sounds amazing. Feel like I got hit by a truck. I'll do what I can to keep these two out of trouble, but no guarantee as it's a full time job." She joked lightly as she took the water before letting her gaze drift over to the figure of the Lopmon as her brows furrowed slightly in confusion and deja-vu.
"Cherrys waking up?" Dagger questioned lifting his head at the mention of his friend as he gave Cas one last squeeze before he slid from the bed to amble over to the other rookie's side taking his hand gently. "Hey Cherry." The Zubamon murmured softly giving the little rabbit's hand a gentle squeeze. The name though rang some bells with Cas as she blinked before slowly nodding.
"Ah my other patient." She murmured slowly leveraging herself up to drink even as Cloak tucked himself further against her side longing for the contact even if he was reluctant to admit to it. The Kotemon's eyes though kept straying to Cas's own seeming to examine them rather then holding her actual gaze giving the woman pause.
"Did my...did my face get messed up that badly?" She asked her partner softly. There was no mirrors around in which for her to check for herself and while admittedly not vain there was a part of Cas that worried she was not as recognizable as she had once been.
"No...no...it's not that. You're beautiful...will always be beautiful Hime. It's just...I'm sorry." Cloak whispered stumbling over his words unsure what to say. Unsure how to assuage the guilt that welled up within him or explain his Tamer's appearance. He liked to believe it was just a trick of the light or a freak accident, but he could not fool himself. Not when Baalmon's eyes stared out at him from his Tamer's face.
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Post by D-Reaper Scout on Apr 26, 2018 2:15:31 GMT
Well, it was probably better that the Witchmon left Cloak's comment well-enough alone - no point stirring up a silly fight right next to a hurt patient, right? The Lopmon's light groan took the attention away from the tamer for a moment - as Cherry felt that grip around his hand, he simply gave a grip back, giving a slight nod in Dagger's direction. He was still hurt and tired, but he was managing much better than he was a few hours ago.
Not enough to be in too much of a talking mood, but well enough. "Mm. Your cards came in handy for that one, I heard." Seeing Cassandra handle the water bottle well enough on her own, the Witchmon took a step out of the room. Whatever happened between the three of them wasn't her concern, unless one of them called for the doctor.
Hopefully, and thankfully, that wouldn't be necessary.
By the Witchmon's recommendation, both Cassandra and her two twins would spend the night in the office, but it was clear that this wasn't going to be an extended offer. Just a little after what would be 10:00 in the morning, Cassandra would find a set of clothes rested over her legs - as promised, a spare Witchmon outfit. The size seemed to fit well enough, but in a few ways, it felt clear a human was never really supposed to manage it - what was with the several belts around the waist? Why did the cloth seem to roll three feet past the legs?
Well, Cassandra would likely fen-angle something out of it. But she wouldn't be able to stay long: the witch presented tickets for an 11:00 AM Trailmon, which would have been the only trip to Terminus available that day - on a Trailmon designed like a bat.
"... Well. Its been interesting, to say the least." The Witchmon would say that much. "If anything seems off, come seek help from someone in our world. Well. Guess that's obvious enough."
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Post by Cross on Apr 27, 2018 2:59:04 GMT
Dagger was surprisingly reluctant to leave the little Lopmon though more willing to do so now that Cherry was clearly on the mend. "We can always come back to visit." Cas assured the Zubamon gently as he went about saying his good byes.
"Yeah I know I just..." Dagger trailed off giving the Lopmon's hand one last squeeze. "We'll see each other again all right Cherry? And next time...next time you won't have to get hurt protecting me. I'll be bigger." The little weapon Digimon assured his friend even as Cas looked on smiling gently. She hadn't quite managed the Witchmon outfit, but so long as she hiked the skirt she could manage. She'd wait till she was at least out of sight before she hacked it down to size so as to not be rude and with the way her hair had begun to lighten and grow she did look a bit like a Witchmon that had lost her broom and hat. Except for her eyes. Her eyes were all wrong, but she looked digimon enough she doubted they'd be harassed while leaving. Cloak stuck close to her side though hovering over her like the garment he was named for even as Dagger finally turned to join them.
Offering the Witchmon one last smile Cas accepted the ticket. "Thank you again. If you're ever in the human world and need medical assistance look me up. I'm stationed in the Housing District of Greater Shibuya." She explained as the trio departed. The last thing Cas wanted to do was get trapped on the Dark Continent for longer. That and she wanted Mikemon to take a look at Cloak when he could. Isolated or not the D-reaper virus dormant in her veins and in Cloak's armor form was troubling.
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Post by D-Reaper Scout on Apr 27, 2018 4:43:29 GMT
The Lopmon was in considerably better spirits - and as Dagger mentioned that he'd be back around, the Lopmon managed to give a small smile and a nod. "Would like to see. And... I'll be big too. Not just... bunny..."
"Aw, ain't that sweet. And, well," The Witchmon gave a chuckle, giving one look over Cassandra's wardrobe. "I daresay you don't look bad for the part. Though, try not to trip over yourself on the way out, alright? I'd feel silly patching a broken nose after all the hoops I've had to jump through already."
All things said, though, the Witchmon couldn't complain. These three weren't going to be around for days, and the sorceress was going to get paid for her efforts. Hearing the address, the Witchmon gave an almost dismissive nod, waving the three off. "Come back around if you want a tip or two yourself. Though my teaching doesn't come cheap."
With that, and one last wave, the Witchmon took a step inside - and rolling right into the back room, she collapsed right into her mattress. After using that much healing magic, she was just going to sleep the day right off.
[Exit]
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