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Post by Carlos Rey on May 27, 2018 21:20:43 GMT
Even in such a grim situation (or perhaps because of it) Dio couldn’t help but let out a dark chortle to the wizards’ words. Gluttony? Perhaps this particular move was in reminiscing (or perhaps even directly related) to that line…but something deep within Dio told him his own power came from a very different place. A different aspect of sin. “Sloth.” The demon corrected Wisemon in a low ominous voice that didn’t belong to Dio. This took the Dark Lord by surprise for a moment, unsure where that had just come from. Sloth? Was he…remembering something from his old life? He’d shake his head, focusing back on the matter at hand. That question could wait, he still needed to save his tamer. Baalmon stood his ground, expertly defending himself from Dio’s ensuing attack with his transforming sword. The glowing claw collided loudly against the blade, the energy on the demon’s hand dissipating into a harmless explosion of reddish sparks, the NeoDevimon letting a snarl of frustration. Of all the attacks he could have blocked, of course it had to be the only healing skill he had. Now he was really in for it. It was clear Baalmon would not give up. He would never stop fighting. He was just as stubborn as Dio was, if not more so. His words struck a chord within the megalomaniac however. There wouldn’t be a Northern Prominence as they knew it anymore? Whatever was Wisemon up to? Well, as if Dio needed any more reasons to try and turn this situation around. But if he didn’t follow the Wizard’s orders, Carlos could end up paying the price. His mind raced against the clock, trying to think of something, anything. Well, there was something he could do….a last ditch effort that even if it backfired it could possibly turn this whole thing around. But for it to work he needed to get even more injured, unfortunately. That’s why he simply chose to allow Baalmon to have this next attack, not even making an effort to dodge out of the way. A Sharp cry of pain escaped the demon as Baalmon’s fist collided with his open wound, a small sputter of data and code spitting out from said wound as Dio fell backwards on the rocky floor with a loud thud The digimon partner’s pained gasps were barely muffled out by the pouring rain. His pain was increasing to almost unbearable levels now. He had to do something fast. But so far, things were going according to his gambit. It was a risky gamble, but one he knew it was worth taking. He shot one look at the Baalmon, his voice once again sounding uncharacteristically empathic. “Stay away.” Was all he ordered, or rather begged to the Baalmon. His plan hinged on it. Looking away, he focused his gaze upwards, looking straight at Wisemon. “Don’t lose track of him.” Was all he thought to himself, the same thought repeating endlessly as he readied himself to set his plan in motion. He’d have to betray a promise he had made…but if that would save both the Northern Prominence and Carlos, it was more than worth it. “Forgive me. Carlos.” With this last words, the demon closed his eyes, and stood still for a moment, his body laying inert under the cold rain. He stood there for a moment, until something changed within him. His energy signature seemed to banish for a moment, now replaced with a completely different one. Something rage filled. Something primal. For everyone present in the area it would feel as an earthquake, the ground shaking violently, the epicenter of the tremble being the demon himself. A dark, reddish aura bathed his body, not obscuring it completely like that of an evolution, but the sudden sheer increment in energy was impossible to ignore. Even the NeoDevimon’s body seemed to be barely able to contain said power, small trails of smoke and steam coming out of his back as the red jewels in his abdomen all lit up with energy. The demon opened his eyes again. They were now literally glowing red, both with sheer energy, and anger. The first thing he saw when he opened his eyes again was a red blotch floating above him. Said blotch held a square object that glew with an unnatural, but soothing light. Pulsating. Drawing him closer. Begging him to be cut in half and released. The demon known as Dio let out a long, raging scream. He was no longer in control of himself, his bloodlust had now taken hold. His eyes glew with energy once again, this time the power condensing into a thick, scorching beam of pure red energy, aimed upwards at the figure’s hands, not wanting to harm the object, but rather make the blotch let go of it. Which, ironically enough, was Dio’s plan all along. The last remnants of his fragmented conscience could only hope he had done the right thing.
Dio's Faustian Bargain is blocked succesfully. He lets himself be hit by Baalmon's punch, sending him tumbling closer to Wisemon. After which, Dio activates Crimson Curse and fires up a strengthened Red Ray, aiming at Wisemon's hands, hoping he'll drop the book.
Crimson Curse: Staying true to his barely suppressed virus nature, once his health is reduced to 50% this digimon can "toggle" a berserk like trance, allowing his lust for fighting to take control of him during a fight, forcing him to attack every turn if possible, but also buffing him to deal 40% increased damage while also taking 10% more damage from all sources. Additionally, his bloodlust is so great he has trouble differentiating friend from foe in the heat of combat, so he will not hesitate on attacking those that get in his way. He can however, with enough exertion of will power, stop himself from attacking for the turn. Doing this repeatedly has a slowly increasing risk of Neodevimon harming himself, however. Lasts until the end of the fight, can only be used once per thread.
Red Ray: Fires a long ranged (100ft) red energy beam from his visor. This attack is not particularly powerful damage wise, but can easily pierce through armor of its same level and below. Three posts cooldown.
Cooldowns:
Red Ray (0/3)
System Shock (2/3)
Faustian Bargain (1/3)
Durations:
Attacks remaining on D-Nail (1/3)
Crimson Curse : Lasts until the end of current fight
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Post by D-Reaper Scout on May 28, 2018 0:02:27 GMT
"Oho? Oh, isn't the Devimon line quite blessed to have access to two of the Lords, then." The threatening correction didn't bring a moment of hesitation to the Wisemon's tone - whether this NeoDevimon had the data of a Demon Lord or not was quite irrelevant to this situation. Once this was over, the wizard would have to reward Dio in some manner. He was doing a great job, after all, of weakening the skilled fighter in front of him.
The Baalmon did not let the Wisemon's distractions get to him, focusing entirely on the draw he had with the NeoDevimon before him. Whether it was through subterfuge or not, his knuckles stroke home with a full swing, burying into Dio's wounded chest and ribs, causing the ultimate level to stagger and fall back. "Hmph. For what its worth, I'll do my best to claw that human out of that wizard's greedy fingers." His tone was low as he approached, the sword once more taking the shape of that legendary whip.
He would have struck - but Dio's desperate words broke through the storm. For the first time, his pleading caused the swordsman's heart to skip a beat, a moment of hesitation given as those determined eyes met his own. But the warrior still played his part, inching ever closer to that fallen foe. That part kept the Wisemon interested, chin resting over curled fingers as he awaited the result of this bloody duel...
... But Dio had other plans. Having hit a critical point, a primal roar echoed out through the storm, a sheer spike of power radiating heavily from the demon. Something had been released, and the sheer snap inside the demon's head was enough for him to get a sight of his target. Once more, a powerful laser rocketed out, towards a surprised Wisemon - one who now clutched his arms around that precious book, visibly contorting in pain as that attack seared into his shoulder!
"Tch! You... little... Pandora Dialogue!" The sorcerer's words echoed down the mountain, as a crimson light built up inside his hand. That same 'Red Ray' was now aimed right towards Dio... but at the last second, he changed his mind, the blast instead striking Baalmon right in the shoulder! The swordsman was thrown back, his side hitting a rock wall, as he slowly stumbled up to his feet.
"Don't forget your place, you stupid animal. You think you know how to break the lock in this book on your own? Tch - I'll forgive your anger, but only if you rip off that swordman's head!" Now clutching his wounded shoulder, the Wisemon hissed in anger towards the demon - clearly enraged that his ultimatum was challenged!
Log:
Baalmon plays along, and Red Ray strikes Wisemon directly, heavily injuring his shoulder.
The Wizard counters with 'Pandora Dialogue', firing a copy of 'Red Ray', aiming towards and striking the Baalmon!
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Post by Carlos Rey on May 28, 2018 23:14:18 GMT
Luckily for Dio, it seemed Baalmon understood his plan. Or at least, understood enough about it for him not to approach and try to deliver the killing blow. Good, had he done that Dio would probably be back to fighting him, except he’d be doing it with a smile this time. Now however? He had all but forgotten completely about the swordsman, his gaze locked on the Wisemon’s as he berated and ordered the demon around. Thing was, Dio wasn’t really paying attention to what he was saying anymore. Any other day he would have gotten offended about being called a “stupid animal”, probably would have gone in a long tangent about his greatness and his achievements, or how Wisemon had better respect the Dark Lord. Now? He simply stared at the wizard, unblinking eyes seething with rage and hatred. The demon slowly got up to his feet again, claws loudly scraping against the rock as if sharpening them. He would not listen, he could no longer listen to anything or anyone, his mind completely fixated on the glowing red silhouette that he saw Wisemon as, never taking his eyes away from the glowing book. Whatever was in there he wanted it back. He needed it back. And he would get it back. One way or another. “Give. It. BACK.” He growled, his voice barely rising yet barely concealing the sheer rage in his tone, as he leaped upwards. Self preservation had always been a bit of hard concept for Dio to grasp, always wishing to challenge those stronger than him, taunting others without thinking about consequences. Now? Self preservation was not even a concept in his mind, as evidenced by the way he threw himself at Wisemon, wings flapping as the airborne demon quickly closed in the distance . As he got closer and closer, without stopping Dio slashed at the air in front of him. Once. Twice. Thrice over. And again. And again. And again. Every slash growing more frantic and desperate than the last. Mad slash after mad slash was thrown in front of him at a blinding speed, his claws leaving a small trail of red, intoxicating smoke on their wake, every attack punctuated by repeating the same words… “Give it back give it back give it back give it back give it back!” Was all the berserk demon repeated again and again, his tone completely unhinged, growing with intensity with every slash, all of his attacks aiming to maim at the wizard. He was dead set on getting that book. Even if that meant having to rip both it and Wisemon piece by piece.
Dio flies straight at Wisemon and tries to rend him appart with Bloody Claw Barrage
Bloody Claw Barrage: His claws glow red with energy as he charges forward, whilst slashing madly in front of him, leaving a small red mist on his wake. Each individual slash does relatively small damage, but the sheer amount of them in such a small time frame makes this a dangerous move. Said red mist will buff any ally that comes into contact with it, raising the damage of their next attack by 30%. Three posts cooldown.
Cooldowns:
Red Ray (1/3)
System Shock (3/3)
Faustian Bargain (2/3)
Bloody Claw Barrage (0/3)
Durations:
Attacks remaining on D-Nail (1/3)
Crimson Curse : Lasts until the end of current fight
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Post by D-Reaper Scout on May 29, 2018 0:04:23 GMT
Hoo boy - Dio had completely dropped off the deep end, hadn't he? The Wisemon's berating command was probably little more than static against his ears, as the sorcerer grit his teeth and knuckles in pure anger and frustration. How dare this demon defy his orders? Did he nod understand what was at stake at all?
That threat was met with a slow drawl from the NeoDevimon, as the beast took his time, observing the sorcerer as if he was the villain. His fingers curled around that book - he could tell just by Dio's poise. The monster would chase him to the ends of the earth like this - and well, there was nothing that could be done about it.
A pity, but Wisemon was going to have to try and take care of this potential pawn right here and now. As Dio tore into the sky with a hard kick, and rushed straight towards the Wisemon, the sorcerer propelled himself backwards. Already, those claws sliced sharply through the air, their particular texture whistling brilliantly through the cold breeze.
In a fair fight, perhaps the sorcerer would be troubled - but even now, the cunning wizard had a response. He wanted Carlos back? "Hmph. Then the contract's off!" Pulling open that binding, a figure, wrapped in light, briefly appeared before him, the wizard pushing away the shape with his palm. The tamer had been freed, and forced out straight towards Dio's chest - should Dio not want to cut his tamer to ribbons, he'd be forced to calm himself - and more importantly, occupy those dangerous claws with Carlos himself!
Of course, that wasn't all: that same spell at the start echoed out again: "Binding Scripture!" Once more, those Digital Worlds circled out, intent on binding straight and taut around both Dio and Carlos, to suspend them both in midair over that rocky crevasse! And this time, the Wisemon's playful tone was absent, a mere heavy and enraged breathing held in his lungs...
Log:
Wisemon releases Carlos and cancels 'Forbidden Passage'! Wisemon uses 'Binding Scripture'!
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Post by Carlos Rey on May 30, 2018 22:51:16 GMT
Dio snarled irritated as the wizard kept his distance, flying away from his reach just as he was closing in. It didn’t matter, he still continued his advance, attacking all the while. He couldn’t run forever, Dio would reach him sooner or later. Soon he noticed the Wisemon stopped, aiming with his book towards the demon, clearly planning to attack. His suspicion was confirmed once he noticed a bright object being thrown at him. It didn’t matter, he’d slash it away just the same. Dio slashed in front of him yet again, planning on cutting the still unidentified projectile. Except, when he did he heard a cry…and the cry didn’t belong to Wisemon. He knew the voice of whom it belonged to...and the sheer shock over hearing it was enough to make the demon stop in his tracks, the red glow in his eyes receding, replaced with a look of pure horror…
…As the fight raged on Carlos was still completely oblivious to the chaos happening outside this white prison. How long had he been locked there? Minutes? Hours? Days? For him it was nigh impossible to measure the passing of time, suspended as he was without any means of movement, the never ending sound of a quill writing always keeping him company. The initial fear and confusion had ceased some time ago, replaced with a void feeling of hopelessness. For all he knew, he would never leave that place. He’d be trapped inside, in the void. Forever. Such it was his abstraction that he took a moment to notice a sudden, if slight change in his surroundings. They were moving, shifting all around him as a light wrapped around him. No. The surrounding area wasn’t moving. He was. Soon he’d find himself moving at a blinding pace, closing in the distance towards a even brighter light in one of the outer walls of the void. In a blink of his eyes he found himself thrown out of the tome. He didn’t let out a sigh of relief, but rather a pained gasp…as some familiar looking claws raked him and dug into his back…
No. No no no. This couldn’t be happening. This wasn’t happening. Dio was sure of it! But his denial couldn’t hide the truth: in his blind rage, he was going to accidentally harm his human. Badly.To his credit, his reflexes were lightning fast due to his rage gifting him a heightened sense of alert, and he stopped his attack quickly in an attempt to prevent more harm. But his realization came a second too late, his were already claws dripping with a warm, red liquid. The demon didn’t even think twice, reaching out with his other hand, not in an attacking motion, but rather to grab the man in front of him. His large hand gripped at Carlos’ now tattered coat, holding the human close to him to protect him from further harm. “Carlos I…I…” Dio could barely think straight, much less talk coherently, his voice distraught and anguished as he tightly gripped the man. Carlos did not answer, simply letting out a pained groan as a response. And trembling uncontrollably. Was it from cold? Fear? Shock and bloodloss? The distraught digimon didn’t know, nor did he care. All he wanted was for the human to be safe. So much so that he had now forgotten about his previous target, too busy looking for a safe place to land and place the injured human. Unfortunately, Wisemon had other plans, tying both human and partner with his magic bindings once again, magic scriptures wrapping themselves around the demon and humans’ limbs and body. This was enough to make Dio’s eyes light up with fury once again, glowing red with an intensity previously unseen. That was the last straw.
Wisemon had gone too far this time. If the opportunity presented itself, Dio would make sure his demise would be as slow and grueling as possible. If he got his claws on the wizard, it wouldn’t be a quick death. Far from it. With another loud roar of anger and outrage, the demon focused as much energy as he could on his hand. While he still had time, he flicked his fingers aiming upwards, a small arc bursting out of the claw tips and scattering in Wisemon’s general direction. It was a way more inaccurate attack without being able to properly aim his hand at the target, but he didn’t have the time to try and cut the bindings.
Carlos is slightly cut by Dio’s claws, and both of them are bound by the Wisemon’s spell. Still, Dio tries to hit the wizard with System Shock in an attempt to interrupt the spell.
System Shock: Charges up power within his arms, releasing a relatively short ranged (40ft) electrical arc from his hands. Deals heavy damage and lowers the enemy’s defense by 25% for two posts. Three post cooldown
Cooldowns:
Red Ray (2/3)
System Shock (0/3)
Faustian Bargain (3/3)
Bloody Claw Barrage (1/3)
Durations:
Attacks remaining on D-Nail (1/3)
Crimson Curse : Lasts until the end of current fight
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Post by D-Reaper Scout on May 30, 2018 23:49:08 GMT
"Tch!"
Quite honestly, the Wisemon didn't want this much either - not that he cared about what happened to the human, but because incidents like this only served to complicate matters. It was truly a pity, though - the wizard only wanted to rightfully return what was Dio's, and instead, the NeoDevimon managed to gouge his own tamer in the back.
Was it a fair thought? No. But it was the snake oil that Wisemon was going to sell: so long as the Baalmon was still struggling to get back to his feet, the wizard could definitely rub salt in the wound. As that binding spell started, as Dio so carefully cradled Carlos in his claws, the Wisemon's words spat out:
"This was your doing, not mine." He made the tone very clear from the start, a practiced scathing tone escaping from underneath his cloak. "You had the option to leave well enough alone. You may had been initially forced to face me, but you turned your nose up at the one good deal you had. And now look at what you've done."
The Wisemon's eyes pierced right towards Dio - and as that rebellious steak of lightning rang out, the binding spell was broken, the wizard wincing heavily as that current raced through his body. Right - that hurt, as there was even smoke running out from his cloak. However...
... He wasn't done. "Be thankful... that I'm a merciful one." He lied - his glare shifted from Dio, the monster pointing towards the swordsman. "I can heal your tamer. All I need you to do is finish off that ingrate. I'll even leave you the data."
Wisemon has been struck by System Shock, but remains floating. He has a proposition...
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Post by Carlos Rey on May 31, 2018 23:44:36 GMT
It seemed luck was partially back on Dio’s side, as his last ditch attack managed to reach its target, freeing both digimon and human from their bindings. As the spell broke the demon was quick to grab at the human, softly descending to the ground with Carlos gently cradled close to him as if to protect him from further harm. Carefully placing the man on the cold floor, Dio softly placed a clawed finger next to Carlos’ neck.
He could still feel the man breathing, but who knew how bad the damage was? Regardless of how this battle was resolved, he’d have to get the human to safety, somewhere far where he’d receive medical attention, asap. That was of course, if he could finish this fight before his own wounds stopped him.
He turned his gaze back to Wisemon, one claw tightly clutching at his chest wound. He didn’t have much time left either, he had to finish this, before the pain and injuries caught up with him.
And yet, the Wisemon’s following words cut much deeper than any attack from Baalmon could. He was right, the man’s current state was his own doing. Carlos might be dying right now, and it was all because he couldn’t control himself. He had failed in keeping his rage in check again, and this time it had backfired spectacularly.
“I…..I….I…” Dio visibly hesitated, unsure how to answer. The Wisemon’s proposition seemed like a good way out of his predicament… it wouldn’t change what he had done, but maybe, just maybe, it would save Carlos.
Had it been any other situation, had the events played out differently, had he been just slightly less angry, Dio would have listened to the wizard’s proposition without hesitation. He would have charged head first into Baalmon, ripped him apart, tore his head from his shoulders if it meant getting his friend back.
“I…”
This was not any other situation. Yes, Dio had been the one to harm his tamer, that much even the insane demon could tell, and it was something that pained him to no end. But he’d deal with that later. Now there was something else on his mind.
While Baalmon had been the reason they started to fight…he hadn’t been the one to target Carlos. He hadn’t been the one that captured the human and used him as a bargaining chip. And he certainly hadn’t been the one to throw him into harm’s way.
But…truth be told Dio didn’t thought about any of that. All he really cared was harming the one responsible for this. Shooting one hell of a murderous look at the wizard, the demon didn’t so much scream as he roared, giving the hooded wizard but a second of warning before he kicked the ground again, lunging at him once again with blazing red eyes.
“I’LL EVISCERATE YOU, SCUM!” he declared at the top of his lungs, brandishing his glowing claw and slashing it forward, with the sole purpose of delivering on his threat.
A majorly pissed of Dio charges forward planning to slice Wisemon with the remaining D-Nail attack.
Cooldowns:
Red Ray (3/3)
System Shock (1/3)
Bloody Claw Barrage (2/3)
Durations:
Attacks remaining on D-Nail (1/3)
Crimson Curse : Lasts until the end of current fight
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Post by D-Reaper Scout on Jun 1, 2018 0:16:53 GMT
Really, how hard could the choice have been for this thick-skulled NeoDevimon? This fight had nothing to do with him - who cared if the Baalmon or the Wisemon won? Who cared about the fate of these cliffs - they meant nothing to this mere passer-by! But the longer the Wisemon floated there, the less likely it seemed that Dio was going to take him up on his offer.
He stammered, as if struggling. He considered the offer. But Dio wasn't about to let this go - tch. This was nothing more than the foolish interference by a brute. And eventually, the Demon Lord reached a point of no return, a sheer look of rage and anger in his eye directed entirely at the mage. The last words weren't even necessary, as the Wisemon simply gave a sigh, a tight aura of energy surrounding his hand.
"Then die. Die, in the arms of your struggling tamer."
Had Dio been alone, perhaps the Wisemon would have managed just that: that straightforward attack was easy enough to trace, and the Wisemon simply raised his arm, leveling that deadly blast right for the demon's chest-
"Gah!"
But it wasn't to be: staggering from behind, and clutching over his wounded chest, the Baalmon interfered once more: this time, a straight and direct stab of his whip roared out, piercing right against the Wisemon's shoulder. The spell dissipated off his hand, the Wisemon not even given a half-second to back up, raked heavily across his chest! His robe tore, and data, sickly red, started to drip off of Dio's own claws. The wizard clenched his teeth, and built up that spell once more:
He was too angry to simply back off.
"Arcane Blast!"
It was less 'channeled' than before, but a still-powerful blast of arcane light roared out from his hand, intending to fling Dio right back against the mountain! And should that happen, the wizard would try and distance himself from the cliff -
Darn it, he was trying to get away!
Log:
Wisemon is struck by both the bladed whip and D-Nail, obviously heavily wounded from the front!
He now uses a rushed Arcane Blast, attempting to gain space before attempting to flee from the scene!
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Post by Carlos Rey on Jun 2, 2018 1:38:43 GMT
For a moment, it would seem Dio’s incredibly obvious attack would be unsuccessful, his rage fueled rampage numbing any sense of self preservation and not letting him notice how Wisemon was preparing to blast him away. Or maybe he did, but simply didn’t care.
Luckily, Baalmon finally found the strength to intervene, partially skewering the wizard and distracting him long enough for Dio’s attack to reach him. As his claws rended the Wisemon’s chest and cloak the partner couldn’t help but feel joy, pure sadistic ecstasy as the wizard reeled back from the pain and the sickly red data dripped from the demon’s claws..
Finally he was going to receive his just punishment.
However the hooded digimon was far from finished it seemed, as he once again aimed at Dio, this time rushing out a less powerful but still strong attack. The Dark Lord, perhaps too blinded with fury, even with his enhanced agility he wasn’t able to see the attack coming, the blast of light energy hitting the demon on the chest and sending him flying backwards into the mountains range wall. He snarled in pain, his body hitting the rocky wall harshly, almost threatening with knocking the demon out cold.
Even through his blurred vision, he could notice the flying wizard getting farther and farther away. He was trying to run!
Still, the Wisemon would find that he was not going to get rid of Dio so easily. With a roar of anger, his eyes glowed red with power, a beam soon shooting out of them, aiming to pierce the wizard and stop his escape. Even if the attack didn’t land Dio would kick against the wall to give himself a small boost as he flew after his enemy. He had already caused them too much pain and grievance.
He was not going to get away.
Dio is hit by the rushed Arcane Blast and sent against the wall. He aims to hit Wisemon with Red Ray and follows after him.
Cooldowns:
Red Ray (0/3)
System Shock (2/3)
Bloody Claw Barrage (3/3)
D-Nail (0/3)
Crimson Curse : Lasts until the end of current fight
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Post by D-Reaper Scout on Jun 2, 2018 19:31:28 GMT
"Tch.. slippery bastard, isn't he." Clearly struggling for breath - heavily wounded in his own right - the Baalmon staggered back up on his feet, cracking the whip off to his side. Common sense might have told the two to simply live and let live - let the wizard retreat, and complete his mission as he originally intended.
Too bad Baalmon wasn't that foolish. He wasn't about to hold Dio back - and he certainly wasn't about to let that Wisemon so easily get away. As Dio fired that beam to press himself forward, the demon parted open his cloak once more:
"Paper Maelstrom!"
"Tch! Why you..."
Why couldn't these two simply lick their wounds and run away! Heavily wounded himself, the sorcerer pulled himself away from the cliff. If Dio chased, he had a chance to send him to the abyss below, but that wide-ranged attack - coupled with Dio's own blast - both struck home at the Wisemon's tattered frame!
"Gah!"
Blasted right out of the sky, the Wisemon spiraled down, tumbling down into that snowy storm below. Only then, did the Baalmon swear. "... Is that a trick, too?"
Following past that point seemed exceedingly risky.
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Post by Carlos Rey on Jun 4, 2018 4:18:31 GMT
As the attacks struck their intended target and caused Wisemon to plummet down into the abyss, Dio let out a bestial, almost victorious roar. As soon as he did so however, his breathing began to slow down, the reddish hateful glow in his eyes receding as well. Having momentarily triumphed over his foe and earning this moment of calm in the storm, it seemed his bloodlust was slowly calming down, if momentarily. He was still angry, he still craved for revenge…
…but when his gaze stopped on the human lying on the ground, he couldn’t think about that anymore. Carlos took priority over anything. Flying back down, the demon landed swiftly next to the prone human, kneeling down next to him.
“Carlos. Sorry…” Dio muttered, apologetic, his eyes filled with sadness and regret. The man’s clothing were slowly turning red, another reminder for the demon of his greatest mistake. Even if the man ever found it in his heart to forgive him, Dio doubted he could forgive himself.
The human’s eyes barely opened, looking up at the demon above him. It was clear by his pained expression that Carlos was making a giant effort just staying awake.
“D-Dio? What happened…” Carlos asked, weakly.
“Don’t move yet. Rest.” The demon replied, his tone less monotone than usual, almost reassuring. He’d gently place his hand on the man’s forehead for a moment. Could he possibly be trying to replicate a head pat? Regardless of his intent, he’d soon rise back to his feet, and shot a glance at the Baalmon.
“I'll check. If I don’t return, take him to safety.” He said, an air of cold determination in his tone. His words seemed begging in nature, but his glare seemed to add an unspoken “or else” to his request. He didn’t know what Baalmon had been doing to become the target of the wizard, but frankly he didn’t care at this point. He had to make sure Wisemon wouldn’t come back for more.
Even if this was a trap...
Carlos eyes widened ever so slightly. Had he really heard Dio just say that? He tried to raise to his feet to protest, but felt a piercing pain shooting through his back, the man only letting out a pained groan instead of an objection.
“W-wait, don’t…” But by the time he was able to speak however, Dio was already flying down the cliff side, determined to end this.
He carefully descended down into the storm, being extra precautions not to be close to any walls as he did so, knowing a stray blast could cause the rocky walls to collapse on top of him. Red eyes darting back and forth, claws drawn in front of him, ready to face whatever he might find down there.
Dio manages to control the Crimson Curse (for now) and goes in the search of Wisemon.
Cooldowns:
Red Ray (1/3)
System Shock (3/3)
D-Nail (1/3)
Crimson Curse : Lasts until the end of current fight
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Post by D-Reaper Scout on Jun 5, 2018 0:52:06 GMT
In a way, Baalmon could understand Dio's frustration, as well as his intent. That Wisemon had clearly been on his last legs, before he sailed down into the stormy abyss below - and right now, it was impossible to tell if it was a trap, or if they would find the remnants of Wisemon's data down in the valley.
Out of respect for the NeoDevimon he wronged, Baalmon gave a simple nod. "Do not search too long. Unfortunately, if the Wisemon doesn't wish to be found in those conditions, there's little you can do about it." The Baalmon's words were calm, a fair warning to the NeoDevimon as he flew off. This left the swordsman with Carlos - one who seemed quite out of it, and very near his last legs.
The swordsman wasn't about to leave him like that. Carefully kneeling down to the tamer's side, he took a blade, cut through the side of that shirt - and, very carefully peeled it off that scarred back. The gashes below were deep, uneven and grotesque. Not having the time to clean it, the Baalmon extended his cloak once more, several flat pieces of paper sealing themselves over the wound. "Even if its just paper, its durable enough to hold back a storm... careful, lean forward." Just like that, the Baalmon would apply careful pressure over the wound...
As for Dio? Well, his caution put him in very poor visibility, with snow and ice whirling around in every direction. In this part of the valley, it seemed like the rocks and crags stirred up the storm in every direction - and with the rocks below, it seemed unlikely that any would survive the fall.
Of course, there would still be evidence - data or something - wouldn't there? No - there wasn't a trace of the Wisemon to be found. Not a single scrap, not a single... note?
No, wait, there was something - pierced over a rock was a single piece of paper, wet and flicking in the breeze. A second piece couldn't be found to build a trail, but Dio's curiosity had managed to recover something, at least!
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Post by Carlos Rey on Jun 5, 2018 23:22:37 GMT
Carlos wasn’t even quite sure what had happened. One second he was locked inside a different plane of reality, the other he was laying on the floor with his back raked, bleeding. All he knew was that everything hurt. A lot. But luckily for him, contrary to what he expected, the Baalmon decided to lend him a hand and began tending to his open wound to the best of his ability.
Carlos visibly winced, loudly groaning in pain as the paper came in contact with his bleeding wound. It stung like a bastard, certainly, but at the very least the bleeding seemed to stop, at least for the time being “Thanks.” He weakly said, biting down his lips as the mon pressed his now bandaged injuries.
He was almost grateful he had been injured on his back, because if his pain was of any indication the wounds must have looked pretty nasty. Trying to find something to take his mind away from the pain, the man would speak up again, voice trembling and pained.
“W-why were you two fighting for, anyway?” Even though he was in pain all he really wanted was answers. Given how both his and his partner’s life had been endangered because their fight, that was the least they could ask for: some proper context, some reason. Hell just a half hearted excuse would almost be enough.
It took a bit for Dio to reach the bottom, considering he flew carefully and it was a fairly long fall. It was harsh and uneven, but mostly traversable. However his search seemed to be an unsuccessful one, not finding any evidence that the wizard had even hit the bottom. Not a cluster of data, not a piece of ragged cloth from his hood, nothing. The place was as barren and lifeless as the rest of the mountain.
However, his search wouldn’t be completely unsuccessful, as he would soon find a piece of paper lying on a rock. Could it possibly be a page from the wizard’s book? He carefully picked it up between his nails, trying to look. But between the cold wind threatening to send the paper flying, coupled with the snow and blizzard making it hard to see at all Dio didn’t bother too much trying to inspect it, instead his eyes darting back and forth trying to find something else that would help him locate his target.
But alas, there wasn’t a proper trail he could follow, or any clue to the wizard’s whereabouts. To try and find him blindly in this storm would be both an exercise in futility, as well as incredibly dangerous. Now that his rage had finally receded and knowing his tamer was still heavily injured and in dire need for assistance, Dio did not found any reasons to continue his search. Tightly clutching the piece of paper between his claws, the demon quickly began his ascent, and just a couple of minutes later he would be back with the other two.
“He got away. Only left this behind.” He informed the Baalmon, showing him the piece of paper tightly clutched between his fingers. Were the swordsman to ask for it, Dio would gladly hand him the paper for him to inspect and possibly keep, he’d maybe get more out of it than the demon could (and if not, they could always take it back for the club to investigate). And while he appreciated the effort Baalmon was doing to stabilize Carlos, Dio feared he still needed some proper medical attention. Humans were fragile like that, after all.
"Will he...be fine?"
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Post by D-Reaper Scout on Jun 6, 2018 1:07:34 GMT
"Don't thank me. Its my fault that you're even in this mess."
The Baalmon's retort was bitter but honest: he was a large part of their problems this evening, and even in this dire situation, the swordsman still had to own some responsibility for his actions. Still, if Dio were to not return at all, Baalmon likely would either be forced to leave this tamer out in the cold, or drag his injured body along in the elements for the ride. Hopefully, it wouldn't come to that
As for the tamer's question, the demon shook his head. "Wait for your partner to come back. Explaining it twice will only cause more confusion." Like it or not, Carlos and Dio had a bit of a stake in this, as well.
Fortunately enough, Dio would once more rise from the frozen storm, no additional wounds or frustration evident on the NeoDevimon's frame. All he was able to track was a piece of paper? "Don't try to read it just yet. This could be the Wisemon's trap - to try and seal one of us in a page or even just use the scrap to try and track one of our positions. If you know a data analyst, they may very well be able to decode it."
His question to Carlos brought the demon to a sigh. "He's presently fine, but open wounds like that in a storm like this will quickly lead to frostbite. If you have a portal, use it - in either case, get him help as soon as you can manage." As for Carlos' earlier question, the Baalmon reached into his cloak, and pulled out a yellow-orange stone - about the size of his palm.
"The Wisemon was likely looking to steal this. There's an artifact on the mountain that my group and I have been tasked to locate - at any cost. To be honest, we thought that qualifier was just bluster until now." Once more, he stowed the stone away in his cloak, took a few steps down the path... then fell to his knee, clutching over his chest.
"Sovereign fucking damn it." He swore, clutching over the harsh wounds Dio had left him with earlier. Could the Baalmon even go on like that?
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Post by Carlos Rey on Jun 7, 2018 23:53:34 GMT
“Yeah, you’re right.” Carlos nodded in agreement, forcing a smirk. Baalmon was directly responsible for getting them into the fight on the first place, but…for some reason he felt as if he couldn’t fault him for it.
Didn’t mean he wasn’t going to call the swordsman out on it though. “Next time maybe ask instead of doing that whole mind thing? I would have probably helped you out.” He chuckled, though he immediately regretted doing so as it caused him more pain.
Luckily Dio returned to them relatively quickly, much to Carlos’ relief, and he hadn’t returned empty handed either. And if Baalmon’s words were to be trusted, that page could be of some use to the Club’s investigations too. Or it could be a trap. Still, he was too busy paying attention to Baalmon’s answer to ponder about that possibility. For a nice change of pace the answer delivered at least seemed honest and to the point.
“What kind of artifact?” He asked, curious as to what could be of such great importance to cause this whole mess. Whatever it was they were searching for it was either really good…or really, really bad. He would have asked more, but he felt himself slipping out of consciousness for a moment, his sight blurring for a second as his head ached. He groaned a bit, putting a hand next to his bandaged injury. They had to hurry.
“Carlos…” The demon muttered in worry, leaning over the injured man with wings outstretched to protect him from the rain.
“I’m…fine.” Carlos lied, shaking his head as he grit his teeth. “Let’s just get back the easy way.”
Reaching for the Digivice stored on his pocket, he fiddled with some buttons for a bit before aiming the small square device away from them. With the click of a button, a small circular area a couple of feet close to the group began distorting and shifting. Bits of code and data slowly formed on the air, and began shifting and intertwining, growing bigger and bigger by the moment. Soon enough the portal would form, the spatial distortion acting as a direct gateway to a safe haven. Said haven of course being the Moving Library, the Club’s base of operations.
One of the many perks of being a part of such a large organized team.
Carlos would have instinctively gone to back to Earth in any other occasion, but Dio was also rather injured after their whole fight, and he doubted taking his partner to a human hospital was a viable option. That and, seeing the damage Baalmon had sustained had gave the man an idea.
“H-hey.” He called out to the swordsman as he slowly got back up to his feet, Dio of course helping him do so with a claw carefully placed under the man’s arm. “On the other side of that gate we should have some stuff to fix all of us up. If this is as big as you make it sound, I think you could use some healing too. I mean, no sense in winning if you'll just bleed out before reaching your group, right?” Carlos said, slowly cocking his head in the direction of the portal.
Sure, this was still somewhat Baalmon’s fault, but he felt somewhat bad leaving him be just like that. Dio, all too aware he was also partially responsible for Baalmon’s state (and fully responsible for Carlos’ state), didn’t object in the slightest.
All he hoped was that Carlos wouldn’t find out about those things. At least not yet.
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