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Never The End
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Post by D-Reaper Scout on Jul 30, 2018 22:38:03 GMT
Past the veil of the eye, those that passed through the border would find themselves in a strange place - the point of entrance and the appearance from the outside had no bearing on the inside, not in appearance or volume.
Of course, that didn't mean the area couldn't hold a familiar vibe - but that wouldn't make the sight of what they were seeing all too easy to see. At a glance, this looked just like downtown Shibuya: packed buildings, highly decorated signs pointing to various locales or subway stations, and a definite urban feel - one that belonged much more in the Real World than the Digital World. Of course, that was because the reference was taken straight from Japan... though that was just the detail.
Smoke filled the air, the light of harsh fire off in the distance. Beneath one's feet, they would see that the asphalt had been cracked straight through, parts of the land burnt and singed beyond reasonable recognition. Windows were shattered, signs were tampered, manholes were upended, and there was not a single soul to be seen at the entrance point.
This was nothing more than a world in chaos. As for the residents in charge of its creation, well...
They would soon be seen.
Required: Ultimate or Higher
Reserved by: Isaac; Hiroyo
Keen, playing Cassandra, has the first post. D-Reaper Scout is not a thread participant. |
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Post by Cross on Jul 30, 2018 23:54:02 GMT
Shibuya lay in ruins. Ravaged by war. Ravaged by time. It's streets vacant, it's homes empty, it's districts bare of human life save one woman where she stood atop the crumbling remains of a half shattered parking deck in the middle of what had once been Greater Shibuya. That is if Doctor Cross could even be considered human any longer as she surveyed the city with cold gleaming eyes. Her form a mockery of what she once was, what she might have once been were it not for bitter betrayal. For concealed within the confines of her holosuit the woman appeared to be just that, a woman. Her long wild blonde hair pulled back into a braid and ponytail, her blue eyes just a shade off from their original color and her skin unmarred by scars and treachery. Leaving her to cut a striking figure as hot ash laden wind tugged at the hem of her white doctor's coat while beneath her gaze the world burned.
Her companions were nowhere to be seen, but to believe Cassandra was ever truly bereft of her twin shadows was a folly few made twice as the Doctor lifted her arm to inspect the D-terminal clasped there about her wrist. The machine carefully separated from the flesh of her arm by the cloth of her coat as she double checked the state of the camera's and scanning equipment. She had always hated working remotely yet lifting her eyes to once more take in the world around her she found it's appearance both familiar and a disturbing reflection of all she had now lost. A half-remembered tune nagging at her thoughts as she concentrated on monitoring and blocking the Other from her mind. "You and I in a LITtle t-toy shop...buy a bag of balloons wITh the money we've got. S-set them free at the breAk of dawn." She sang voice flat, the damaged rasp of her voice becoming clear as the woman tried vainly to force it to reach notes her scarred vocal cords could not manage. The tune fading from her lips in an emotionless whisper. An echo of what might have once been. "Till one b-by one. They. Were. Gone." |
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Jul 31, 2018 0:42:40 GMT
A twisted, metal pipe shattered to pieces beneath MetalGreymon's thunderous footsteps.
Isaac knew it was an awful idea to be doing this. One encounter with the Reaper had taken enough from him. Another encounter with the Reaper, while it had spared him, had brought ruin to another. And his own personal brush with the Reaper . . . the look on Mitsuko's face, or at least what he imagined it must have been like, still haunted him. He had been having the most awful headaches lately, as if a long-dormant fever was bubbling to the surface. Even now he found himself clinging tightly to the form that he currently occupied, lest he risk losing it.
So far MetalGreymon had been quite agreeable, but the downsides of occupying a blank slate were starting to make themselves quite known. Isaac could recognize Shibuya around him, the city twisted into a burning ruin. He could see the windows blown out, the pavement cracked, and an unnerving emptiness settled over what was once Japan's most populated areas. However, through MetalGreymon's eyes, he could not truly process the enormity of it. Each crumbled building became another item on a scavenger hunt's checklist, not a tragedy. He swished broken glass away with his tail as impassively as one would swat a fly. His eyes were passive and steely, more focused on following the objective before him than taking in the enormity of the destruction. All the while, one thought echoed through his head:
Why am I here?
Because this is home, Isaac so desperately wanted to say. But to MetalGreymon, it would just ring hollow. At most, he would be sad about the destruction, but it would be the empty sadness of someone watching a far-off news report. He wouldn't have felt it like Isaac did. He wouldn't have had his stomach wrench as he saw the streets he walked every day abandoned and in ruins. He wouldn't have felt the panic of wondering if his close friends were in any of the overturned cars he wandered by. He wouldn't have been wondering if Maia would've made it out of this hellhole.
He knew it was all just an illusion, but he wished it would make his stomach turn as much as it weighed on his mind.
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Post by Hiroyo Oda on Jul 31, 2018 15:20:21 GMT
A world out of a nightmare greeted Hiroyo and all the make up in the world couldn't hide the unease on her face. She had lived in Shibuya for years, how could she not recognize this landscape even when it was so twisted? Even when it was so obscenely quiet? There was none of the life on these streets that had made her fall in love with Shibuya the first time, none of the vibrancy of Shibuya that -'Is,' she reminded herself. 'this isn't, can't be the real thing.'- was full of people, laughter, and life. The details seemed too perfect for her own reassurances to stick.
A shiver ran through her, her teeth clattering in its wake.
"Hey-hey-HEY! Don't you even think bug out on me just 'cause of a little scenery!"
The scolding startled her, coming as loudly as it did from her ear. She twisted her head to enough to catch sight of the blue curve of Roger's beak in her periphery and suddenly realized that she had stopped walking. There was annoyance in that familiar voice, but not at her.
"We're here to do a job, ya? So don't you go gettin' scared!"
"A-are you accusing me of being a coward?" Her voice grew in strength as she spoke and she found she could put one foot in front of the other again. The tension was still there, but the familiar rhythm of the argument buoyed her. "If I bug out I'll match you two, people will think we're siblings!"
"How horrible."
Hiroyo grinned at the droll tone from the bee flying above her. She skirted a particularly wide crack in the pavement, glass crunching beneath her feet as she veered close to a building.
She shivered again.
"You two are sure you haven't seen anything else yet?" She said as she veered away from the buildings to walk in the middle of the street. It felt safer when she could visualize the empty windows as eye sockets and the twisted door frames as mouths distorted in silent screams. The buildings would be a great hiding place for anything wishing them harm. She shivered again.
"Nope! Doesn't mean it's not there though. Whatever's in here is being sneaky." The last word was said with a hiss of disgust. Hiroyo's mouth twisted with distaste. Sneaky meant possible ambush, ambush meant fighting. As much as she hated it, they needed more firepower.
"You two... you should probably go up a stage. In case they ambush us." Hiroyo slowed she spoke, her steps finally stopping in a stretch of road that was relatively clear of debris. There were a couple cars with the ends smashed into each other and the tops smashed down and she worried at the thought of what could deal that sort of damage. Champion level at best, higher at worse. She closed her eyes and swallowed.
"Well, well, looks like you're actually learning a thing or two."
The praise was doubly unexpected for its source and the fact it was. The human allowed herself a smile as she opened her eyes. It seemed important to hold on to even small victories here. She crouched on the pavement and held her arm out towards the ruined street. Roger obligingly climbed down, chattering the whole way about how much fun he was going to have bashing in the face of the sneak. Once he was down she took a couple large steps back as Morgan landed beside his brother.
"Hurry hurry!" She ignored the look of worry Morgan had fixed on her. Hiroyo knew she wasn't the primary target of that concern, but she welcomed it all the same. A grin that didn't quite reach her eyes spread itself on her cheeks and she raised a thumbs up in his direction. They didn't have time to agrue.
The bee snorted then glanced to his brother. They nodded as one and light began to surround them. The digivice hanging from Hiroyo's wrist was begining to glow as well. Hiroyo dropped her arm to wrap it around her chest again and bit her lower lip. It should have been such a pretty sight.
"Fanbeemon digivolve to...."
"Kunemon digivolve to..."
Light and pain flared as as two voices yelled to the sky, announcing their presence to all in the area. 'Seems stupid,' Hiroyo thought before her heart tried to wrench itself out of her chest. She staggered wildly, one of her feet catching one of the ever present cracks in the road and sending her sprawling face first on the pavement.
"Waspmon!"
"Flymon!"
Pain flared from Hiroyo's scraped knees as she forced herself to her knees. She closed her eyes and rested her forehead on the pavement. She took a deep breath, imagined her spine to be made of steel, then forced herself to climb to her feet. She felt like this world looked. She lifted her chin and forced a smile at the bugs and their monstrous faces she could no longer read. "We could've, just lit flares, or something if you really wanted to announce our presence so badly."
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Post by Cross on Aug 1, 2018 2:23:23 GMT
The pair of intruders were easy to spy from the Doctor's skyward perch. The MetalGreymon making no effort to hide and the Tamer and her two twin bugs practically declaring their positions with bright flashy evolutions. Their ascension a far cry from the muted glow and quick shifts her Cassandra's own partners.
"Shall we deal with them Hime?" Cloak inquired from where he and his twin lurked out of sight in the shadows of the ruined parking deck. A slight twitch of Cas's fingers urging him to stay back.
"No." The Doctor murmured her tone clipped and mechanical as she surveyed her guests with a detached sort of curiosity. "At least not yet." She added tapping away lightly on her D-terminal noting the time and appearance of the intruders for the others should the confrontation ahead turn bloody.
'Appearance of Intruders encountered in section codenamed: Urban Metal. Potential hostiles are as follows, a Tamer with a Flymon and Waspmon, pair, and one MetalGreymon. Unknown if MetalGreymon is Digimon or Spirit User.' The summary read even as the Doctor pressed send her eyes tracing her guests paths till she found a point where she predicted they would soon intersect with one another. Activating her antigrav device Cassandra motioned for Cloak and Dagger to follow hidden at a distance before stepping off the ledge. Her hair fanning out behind her as she plummeted slowly to the ground.
As Hiroyo and Isaac would finally come face to face with one another for the first time they would likewise learn the City was not as abandoned as it appeared. For there standing in the center of a four-way intersection like a crossroads demon awaiting their due stood a woman dressed in all black save for the pale white of her Doctor's coat and the green medics cross embroidered on an armband pinned to her arm. Black combat boots, black cargo pants, black tank top shirt, black gloves, and black humor in her cold pale blue eyes.
"I must admit. I was not expecting guests." The Doctor spoke voice flat, her face an emotionless mask giving nothing away even as she regarded the little group before her with quiet consideration.
"Be that as it may. I bid you welcome to my Domain." Cassandra greeted motioning with a sweep of her arm to the realm of ruination surrounding them.
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Aug 2, 2018 0:49:49 GMT
"It's not a bad idea."
Hiroyo would quickly learn she wasn't alone, with one of her allies approaching fast. Isaac noticed the glow from the insects and had made his way over, trying his best at making a peaceful, reassuring grin with the horrifyingly fangorious maw that MetalGreymon had. The fact that sheet metal from a nearby car door effortlessly splintered beneath his feet probably didn't help him there. "If we're going into enemy territory anyway, they'll be expecting us," he said. "Might as well show them you're willing to throw your weight around, instead of looking like you'd be an easy target." There was a reason Isaac came stomping and charging in right in his MetalGreymon form, after all.
Okay, part of that was to avoid dealing with NeoDevimon's shenanigans, but still.
"My name is Isaac, by the way," he added. Come to think of it, that name may have seemed a little familiar. And his voice, while coarser, more mechanical, and more dinosauresque than Hiroyo may have recognized, did have a familiar tone to it. Had these two met before? "This your first time dealing with the Reaper?"
There wouldn't be much chance to discuss the matter, unfortunately. A woman in a doctor's coat swiftly made her presence known, the flat look in her eyes chilling as she faced the duo at a fateful crossroads. The white of her coat clashed with the black of the rest of her attire, accenting the grimness of her features and making her almost look like an angel of death. The destruction that she gestured too, possessively yet dispassionately referred to as her domain, only further sold the image.
It was a vision Isaac should have felt unnerving, but instead found . . . warm? The strange relief in his gut was perplexing to him, and judging by the way MetalGreymon's eyes widened in shock was equally perplexing to the spirit he bore. Was there some sort of third party at work experiencing this connection?
Regardless, even if he had planned to prepare for hostility before, now everything in his gut was screaming at him not to. "Interesting choice of domain," he said. "May I ask why you chose it? And what you are?"
He could've sworn he meant to ask who.
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Post by Hiroyo Oda on Aug 2, 2018 2:28:32 GMT
Hiroyo had barely whirled around to face the source of the rough mechanical voice before the twins had placed themselves firmly between her and the thread. She covered her face with her hands as the backwash from Morgan's new shoulder-mounted jets threw dust from the road into the air. Cautiously she lowered her arms, this close she could see the heat distortions in the air.
"Oh my~~ We're so glad you approve!" Roger remarked, then broke into a horrible clicking noise that seemed to pass for laughter. Despite the seeming good mood the insect made no movement to adjust his position. In his case it was less because he wanted to protect Hiroyo and more because he wanted to be the first into the fray.
Wherever that may come from.
"Hello! I'm sorry, they're not normally like this I swear!" Despite her words, and her frustrated shove against Roger's side, neither of the bugs moved out of her way. In fact it seemed as if Roger had purposely flared his wings to block her more fully from sight. A crease appeared in Hiroyo's forehead and a frown touched her lips as she pushed carefully but firmly against one of the eye-marked wings so she could get around it. The twins had never been this obviously protective of her before, but she wanted to be sociable with the newcomer! She paused in the act of pushing her way through the wings to consider the name. It was human, so he was probably a spirit user right? But there was something more to it, something familiar about the newcomer...
"You speak of Reaper but not in a manner that would imply you are this entity. Are we to believe you are here to fight it?" Morgan replied, his own voice carrying a mechanical buzz to it. The Waspmon's head tilted to the side as a steady red light appeared in the depths of his eyes. This dinosaur wasn't immediately attacking but that might mean it preferred the sneak attack. Unlike his human partner he did not draw immediate conclusions about the MetalGreymon from name alone. Names had become a popular thing in the Digital World. He opened his mouth to speak then promptly shut it again at the approach of a third entity.
"You must get mighty lonely. It's a bit empty, eh?" Roger asked. There was a mocking grin to his voice as he twisted his body to face the new human. If she claimed this area then that meant she probably knew exactly why they were here. He at first had put it to be fifty-fifty odds that she was friend or foe, but as he shifted his focus away from the MetalGreymon he could just about make out another two electrical signals in the area. He mentally shifted the odds to thirty to seventy and flared his wings wide. Just what would happen when he pissed her off? "Seems a shame, a pretty thing like you here all alone."
It was at this time that Hiroyo finally managed to duck her head under the wing she was holding on to and get her first look at Cassandra. She squinted, then reached up to rub some remaining grit out of her eyes before spreading a smile on her face. Another human couldn't be bad, right? But with the way the twins were acting so hostile it might turn into a fight. A quick adjustment of the bedazzled ball cap on her head and Hiroyo took a step towards the doctor turned puppet, a friendly smile on her face and no line of threat in her body. "Hello! We're here to help! It's pretty uh, dreary in here. Sorry about stopping by so suddenly!"
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Post by Cross on Aug 2, 2018 3:08:48 GMT
The Doctor would grace the Flymon with a single raised brow her cold blue eyes seeming to dissect the twin bugs like insects pinned to a dart board. Her gaze eventually shifting from them to their Tamer leaving the MetalGreymon's questions temporarily unaddressed as the woman inclined her head in greeting towards the younger girl. "Your apology is accepted even if your presence here is unnecessary." The Doctor spoke her voice polite if lacking in any emotion.
"I believe your skills would be of far more use outside of the Castle where the true threat may yet lie." She added silently prodding at her distant mental connection with the other Reaper only to find it still momentarily quiet. It's attention elsewhere. Yet something else niggled at her senses like static or a distant echo, a new connection familiar and yet unlike that of the D-Reaper. Shifting her gaze fully to that of the MetalGreymon the first emotion they had thus far seen from the woman sparked within those icy blue eyes...curiosity.
"In regards to my domain I chose it to be disconcerting. To remind all who enter of the ruin needless violence can bring." The Doctor explained the picture of calm and collected even as she allowed Flymon's flirting and jeers to pass over her like a wave leaving only herself to remain. She had little doubt that without the careful disguise of her holosuit the insect Digimon's pointed flirting would turn to cries of fear.
"As for what I am..." She added holding the MetalGreymon's gaze. "I believe you already know. Kin after all calls to kin or perhaps in this case victim to victim."
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Aug 3, 2018 0:23:45 GMT
"Eh. I've seen worse," Isaac said, the MetalGreymon shrugging his tremendous shoulders. Frankly, when you're dating a human paired with a Digimon like Kuu, you tend to expect partners to be a little ridiculous. Even if the clicks and clacks of insectoid laughter was a little bit grating to the MetalGreymon's newly-formed earholes, at least Roger wasn't crawling around and licking people.
Rather, it was Morgan who caught Isaac's attention. The servos in his arms and the feathers of his tattered wings each seemed to tense up, and his eyes narrowed almost suspiciously at the FamBeemon. "Were I the Reaper, you wouldn't have had the chance to speak," he said. "It's a hateful, all-consuming thing. Not something you can negotiate with. No matter how much it lets you think you can." He said this knowing full well what lurked inside him. Perhaps he was thinking that he was the exception, the lucky few who had escaped the worst of its corruption, even when the mission embarked on showed that the Reaper could even bend the minds of the humans it faced.
Or maybe he thought he deserved to be such a pariah, too.
That left one pariah facing another, on opposite sides of the battlefield yet fighting for the same mission. Isaac's eyes widened in shock as he heard the doctor call him out, as if aghast at the idea that their could even be any like him. The slight heave of the dinosaur's chest seemed to stop entirely, as if he could barely breathe while processing this news.
Slowly, the surprise seemed to melt out of his body. He lowered into a somewhat defensive stance, and the servos of his mechanical claw curled as if trying to form a fist. There was a fury in his eyes, but it wasn't directed at the other being he faced. In fact, judging by the righteousness underlying their anger, he seemed more infuriated for her than at her. She looked like a perfectly normal human, and yet he could hear it in her voice. She was weary. Beaten down. Perhaps even broken. The fact that the Reaper would even dare do this to another being . . .
"If you really think we're the same, then you know why all the ambushing and trickery needs to be stopped," he said, voice hardening from both determination and his own thoughts turning inwards. "Infighting's not going to help. I can't let that . . . thing get provoked while we're distracted. Not again."
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Post by Hiroyo Oda on Aug 4, 2018 4:23:20 GMT
There's something Hiroyo is missing. It's made obvious by the way the two speak to each other, a certain familiarity that speaks to her of long term knowing. Her smile fades away as she looks between Cass and Isaac, like a person trying to determine which hand holds the coin.
Both hold the answers she's looking for but she's ignorant of the fact that either one could very well kill her.
Morgan shifts as discretely as a giant insect of steel and iron and technology can to place himself so he's angled toward the cybernetic dinosaur which reveals him to the tamer and Hiroyo has to supress a shudder at the sight of tubes and wires impaled into flesh. She takes a step back to block that particular bit of Isaac's body from her view and thinks.
Answers have been given, enough for Roger and Morgan to pick up on. She's not as smart but if she just thinks it through. Roger's cocking his head this way and that like a dog with a bone as he listens to Isaac and Cass and there's something really familiar to her about the dinosaur but she's never met anyone by that name before, right? She's pretty sure she's seen a lesser form of what he is in Whitewater or maybe Terminus, but that's not what makes him familiar to her mind. She'll get it, and the something that's bothering her, but it'll take time.
"I sure hope I'm not interupting a reunion between exes here." Roger remarks as he shifts his weight around. His attention is fully on the two for now and he should really be casting it further but this drama here is just too juicy for him to let go. There's a smirk in his voice as he speaks. He knows the relationship between the two isn't likely to be that of exes, but there's still something here. Honestly the way the woman just blew him off earlier is a little disheartening but he can be patient.
When one line breaks throw out ten more!
"So do you have a name, dollface? Ugly introduced himself earlier."
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Post by Cross on Aug 5, 2018 0:15:30 GMT
"Then why are you here threatening our operation?" The Doctor asked with the slightest tilt of her head detached curiousity bright in the woman's eyes. For in her mind their actions did not match their words.
"We are here to learn how to better combat the D Reaper. Our defenses your group are working to shred are there to stop it as it will doubtlessly try to stop us..." Cassandra spoke only to pause her head whipping around blue eyes dilating to pinpricks as red static played over her skin causing the edges of her form to blur as her holosuit shorted out briefly. A low inhuman growl like thunder and metal tearing it's way up out of her throat in a gutteral sound of fury.
Turning to her D-Terminal she typed out a short concise message to the rest of her team 'The D-Reaper has become active.' Before lifting her gaze once more her eyes flickering between blue to crimson red as the holosuit tried to combat with the interference.
"It is rude to request someone's name without first offering your own. Though it would seem in wasting your time here you have given the Reaper the chance to act upon the outlaying unprotected area." The Doctor explained her voice emotionless, but the flicker of cold calculated fury in her eyes in regards to the D Reaper enough to show she was far from uneffected by the situation.
"I cannot leave the operation, but you can. The Reaper is weak to ice. You can stop it before it or others who would prefer to see it wreak chaos silence us." The Woman spoke drawing a card from her pocket.
Can either of you utelize cards?" She inquired.
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Aug 6, 2018 3:34:39 GMT
"And when someone shows up to solve a problem, sets up a giant fortress made of nightmare eyeballs, knocks out anyone who could've been a witness to it, and doesn't even explain themselves, what the heck are we supposed to think?" Isaac asked. His eyes flared up some, and he started to settle into a fighting pose, but when he saw the curiosity reflected in the medic's eyes he promptly settled down. The D-Reaper was a deeply personal matter to him, for rather obvious reasons, but he refused to let himself fly off the handle just yet. Not when this was somebody who could understand his position. He shook his head, making a point of lowering his raised hackles. He needed to remind the doctor that he had meant no harm.
Admittedly, letting those hackles lower was a lot easier when the human outlined the group's plans. Apparently her organization's purpose here was not sabotage but understanding, even if they picked an infuriatingly unorthodox way of doing so. "I don't know what you expected to happen when you showed up like that. I've seen a lot of Spired pop up recently, and they don't usually come with doom fortresses.
"But both of us know I'm really here, don't we?" he asked. He could feel his digital flesh start to burn hot, the cool chrome of his cybernetic implants making a sickening contrast. "That pull, deep in the pit of my gut. Not just an instinct, but a hunger. And I've felt many pulls in my life before. This wasn't any of the good ones. This was the same pull I felt when I . . . when Mitsuko . . .
You know we're on rotten ground here. This pull is the pull of something the Reaper wants. And anything the Reaper wants, I want no part of. You say this'll stop it? Then why did it want to come here so bad? Even now, I can feel it pushing me to keep moving. And if you tell me you're not feeling it to, then I'm calling bull.
But you could be telling the truth, too. And if you are, that changes everything." Isaac's tail swished thoughtfully, back and forth in almost mechanical patterns, as he tried to survey the situation. On one hand, the research that the infected human and her organization were performing could be a powerful asset against the Reaper's spread. She was also offering a possession of hers to use against the Reaper. It was also impossible to notice the distinct lack of Digimon with the human. Whether adopting her own spirit form or just having partners lurking in the shadows, Isaac knew there was no way that a human would be left undefended in a situation like this. Either this was an ambush, or she truly had no harmful intent.
On the other hand, talk was cheap. Actions spoke far louder, and the only actions there had seemed reckless at best and dangerous at worst. Isaac also had no proof that the D-Reaper had manifest. Sure, the human before them was saying it had, but that went right back to talk being cheap. What was Isaac supposed to do? Just fall for the classic "look over there" trick? He'd liked to think he was smarter than that. The fury hardening in her eyes could've been at their persistence in ignoring the threat at their front door, or it could have been at their persistence in unraveling her schemes. Frankly, the amount of uncertainty on the table here was infuriating.
Yet . . . this wasn't a human Isaac was talking to. At one point she was, but no longer. And what she was now was something that felt the same horrid need that he did. If anything, the sheer implausibility of her presence here made it all the more likely that she could be trusted. It was a leap in logic that Isaac couldn't even reconcile with himself, but he knew it had to have been relevant. He grit his teeth to the point of grinding them out of frustration, and the idle swishing of his thought patterns started to turn into agitated thumping. Why didn't anything here make sense?
At this point, it could only come down to the word of the innocent against the word of his new "kin." One way or another, he would need to figure out who to trust. As Isaac remembered the static that rippled through the doctor's current form, he figured he had just the idea on how to test it. "Mine's Isaac," Isaac repeated, half-figuring that the doctor had already overheard his name but not wanting to risk bristling her further. "And I'm hearing what you're saying. But if you're gonna want me to trust you on it, I'll need more than just your word.
Show me your face. And not the one you've got on now.
Your real face."
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Post by Hiroyo Oda on Aug 7, 2018 20:23:54 GMT
There was something wrong with her eyes. Hiroyo blinked rapidly to get rid of the dust or the tears or whatever it was that had caused her to see something around the woman that wasn't there now. Maybe it was the stress of the situation, the crazy portal she had entered through to get here. That weird structure of spheres and struts with mouths and eyes and-
It had reminded her of the toys used to model atom structures in classes in a weird, disturbing way.
She perked up as introductions were mentioned because hey that was a thing she had done many times before and it was a bit of normalcy in a rather weird conversation that she could cling to. Maybe afterwards people would start making sense.
"I'm H-"
"We're not in the habit of giving our names to threats."
"Roger, the human's Hiroyo and my brother's Morgan! I'll be happy to carve it on your gravestone if needed. That's a thing you humans do, right?" Despite the situation Hiroyo couldn't help but giggle, a thin and nervous sounding thing that she promptly muffled with a hand. Morgan gave the Flymon such a look of such disgust that she really couldn't help herself. The look was almost as full of disgust as the last word Morgan had used to describe the other two.
The dinosaur introduced himself, and once more Hiroyo was struck by the familiarity of the name. She couldn't remember directly meeting anyone named Isaac but there was a faint associate of sand and salt and-
"Elliot!" She suddenly cried, her voice and pose full of triumph as she pointed at Isaac. She took a couple steps past Morgan, the Waspmon giving her an annoyed look now as she shook her finger and continued speaking. "You're Elliot's missing brother! Oh man he's going to be so excited when he hears..wait, faces?"
She trailed off as the last words he had send finally filtered past her musing distracted mind and she shot a worried look at the blond woman. Did that mean that her eyes really had seen what she thought earlier? That the other human maybe wasn't so human? She gulped nervously at the thought and stepped back towards the illusion of sanctuary behind her nominal partners. Her voice was halting as she spoke in a more subdued tone. "What do you mean by 'faces'?"
"You wear make up yourself, you should know every woman is two-faced. I'm sorry to tell you lady but we aren't much for cards." Roger said, his light and playful tones at odds with the way his body was still and tensed. It was like a compressed string at the moment before release. Morgan too was still and tensed, his eyes no longer on the MetalGreymon but on the woman instead.
Hiroyo wasn't the only one who had caught the earlier 'flicker'.
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Post by Cross on Aug 7, 2018 22:20:42 GMT
"Witnesses risked alerting Luminas whom have shown a distinct habit of disposing of their research associates. Perhaps my allies may have been harsh in dealing with the situation, but I fear we had no alternative. Too much information is in the hands of too few individuals who care little for whom their information hording harms." The Doctor explained curling the two fingers with which she held out the card as she carefully tucked the spurned peace offering back away. "You are right however whatever the D-reaper wants is rarely good for those involved. The SOS should never have been sent. The only ones meant to be at risk here was my associates and myself whom signed on for such a hazard. Be that as it may you are here now..." Cassandra acknowledged lifting her hand towards the controls of her holosuit even as a low thunderous growl echoed through the empty streets as an black armored figure stalked through the flames broken glass crunching beneath their heavy booted feet. "You do not have to do this Hime. You owe them nothing." The Dark Knightmon snarled out as he took his place at the Doctor's back looming over her petite frame as he stared down the pair of insect Digimon with gold eyes that promised only pain and death his unforgiving gaze burning red in the firelight.
"You have bled and fought and DIED for them. You have been left for dead and tortured. You've given up your dreams, your home, your humanity...and how do they thank you? They mock you and threaten to kill you. Hime you owe them nothing." Cloak spat out as though each word was acid the Dark Knight Digimon seething as he glowered pinning the group with an acerbic stare.
"They don't know that Cloak." The Doctor murmured, the cold machine like tone of her voice softening with something that might have almost been called emotion as she thumbed the off button of her holosuit. Revealing the horror hidden beneath.  The Doctor's coat hid the worst of the damage with it's long sleeves, but the scalpel length claws made of biometal with a distinctly scythe like curve to them where they peaked through her gloves and boots were enough to hint at the extent of her conversion. The smooth patches of metal upon her skin where scars had once been, black of her scelra, and glowing crimson of her irises robbing the woman of any semblance of humanity her disguise had once held. The wild mass of blonde hair which framed the delicate boning of her face was the same leaving her appearance a ruined mockery of her once beauty. "And now you know the price I've paid." The Tamer whispered showing a hint of fanged teeth as she allowed her arms to drop to her side once more. Ignoring the low rumbling growl that tore it's way forth from Cloak's throat as the Dark Knightmon rested a protective hand lightly on the woman's shoulder. Ready to pull her back out of harms way should either of their guests decide to harm her. "I see no reason to conceal from you what time will reveal. Eventually due to the SOS Luminas will arrive and attempt to silence us. They will tell you we are monsters, that we are a threat, but that is not true..." The Doctor spoke holding Isaac's gaze with her own crimson red eyes as though she could convey with words alone the complicated feelings she herself could hardly comprehend. "We are victims they seek to leave with no alternative other then death and I refuse to go quietly into that good night. You have heard of the effigies have you not? We have located another one here that is still intact and undamaged. Our intention is to study it and learn how it interacts with the D-reaper. If our research proves fruitful there is a chance we can use what we learn to stop the D-reaper and save the Dark Area." Cassandra explained for she was too proud to beg, but the woman still held out hope to appeal to the groups better natures. "Luminas will tell you we have come here to destroy the statue. They will tell you we are murderers and thieves, but ask yourself this...how long has Luminas known of the D-reaper and the plight of the Dark Area? And how long have they been content to watch an entire continent burn?" She questioned them posing questions she herself has long asked and hoped that their conclusions would come to the same end as her own. "That being said we are at a crossroads. You may choose to depart of your own free will or fight me though I hope you will choose the third and final option. Help me stop the D-reaper. Help me save the Dark Area. Help me."
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Aug 7, 2018 23:07:31 GMT
It sounded like the more normal Digimon present were a lot less likely to make peace. One was guarded. The other was rather flippant. If the doctor's' argument had left Isaac at least shaken, it clearly didn't rattle the two insects much. Nevertheless, it was the other human present who had caught Isaac's attention most. Hiroyo, it seemed her name was. As the tense staredown between the bugs and the doctor continued, she blurted out a name that was all too familiar to Isaac. His pupils shrank and he took a few steps back, looking around frantically to try and find the missing boy. "Where is he?" Isaac demanded. His eyes lit up like funeral pyres, and MetalGreymon's roar mixed in with his own fury. Not even the relative neutrality of the mechanical T-Rex could overcome the sheer rage at the idea of Elliot being somewhere so dangerous.
Upon realizing that Hiroyo was simply talking in retrospective, Isaac calmed down some. "Yes. Elliot's my brother," Isaac said. "Not that he's very happy with me right now. I told him I'd have this under control when we last split up. When he came back to look for me, he saw I . . . hadn't." He lowered his head, a disgruntled growl escaping as the fury at himself set back in. Why did he ever make such a promise? He knew he'd never be able to keep it. "I'm not letting him see me like this again. Not until I can finally put an end to it all," he concluded.
He still couldn't say he agreed with the doctor and her party's actions, but he could understand where she was coming from. Silencing those who doubted you and pushed you down was frankly all too tempting, especially when they would never agree in the first place. "So you strike before they can," he summarized to himself. With his head still lowered, the MetalGreymon's expression was unreadable. "That's gonna put a target on you twice over. But better than being played like a fool."
And sure enough, the doctor wouldn't be the fool today. A slight smirk crept up the MetalGreymon's mouth as he heard a knight emerge from the shadows. "I knew you wouldn't be alone," he said as he looked up, turning to see a large knight looming behind the doctor. He seemed rather hostile, the reactions of both the current group and presumably many others in the past adding up to a rather irritable Digimon. However, despite his protests, the doctor undid her holosuit, and as she did any tension in Isaac's posture disappeared. If she was willing to turn against her own partner to answer his request, Isaac knew the doctor was extending a major hand forward. It would only be fair for him to drop any hostilities and answer that hand.
Twisted metal claws. Irregular metallic patches on her face. Blood red eyes presumably filled to the brim with ichor. The woman had turned into a monster, and Isaac found himself recoiling a little in shock. The voice of a dragon briefly cracked into the voice of a lost, scared boy, as he asked "Holy crap, is that what I'm going to look like?" Maia would never want to kiss him now! You know. Unless she dug the whole Terminator look. "I haven't been able to leave my spirit forms myself. This infestation corrupted my spirits and left my body sealed away. So while I can't show you my own self, I can at least show you this.
Isaac closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and then started to de-Digivolve. A cocoon of wind and leaves seemed to form around him, surrounding the much larger strength of MetalGreymon and shrinking it down until the size of a particularly tall basketball player. A silhouette of a humanoid figure was visible between the leaves, only to be revealed as a Yasyamon he dispersed them with a slash of his wooden blades. The form was still somewhat ethereal, as if Isaac was preventing himself from finishing the de-Digivolution in full, but the details could still be made out. His normally pale blue skin was the grey of putrefied flesh, with a violet-red venation running up and down his body. His weapons and pants, normally rather natural tones, had become an eerie crimson. His body bent as if completely boneless, head tilted at an exaggerated angle to observe the doctor. As it did so, its entire mask seemed to blink, opening to reveal it had shifted into a large, bloodshot eye. It stared at the doctor with a pitiful expression, then reached out to her.
Needless to say, it didn't take long for Isaac to snap back to MetalGreymon form, the force of the cancelled Digivolution sending him falling on his mechanical ass. He rubbed his head gingerly with his mechanical claw. "That probably left my data even more of a mess," he admitted. "But if you lowered your guard for me, it's only fair I do the same."
The doctor spoke of Luminas, how they would call her and her associates monsters, and how they would discredit her. However, it was clear that wasn't all she had meant. In fact, with how she locked eyes with Isaac, he could tell she was trying to reach him. That just got a laugh rumbling out from the back of the MetalGreymon's throat, his earlier childish worry giving way to a much more serious concern. "I already know what I am," he said. "After what I've allowed to happen . . . after what I've done . . . after what's been done to me, how could I be anything but?"
His metallic fist hit the ground with a floor-shaking impact, Isaac forcing himself back onto his feet. "But I'm not going to let that stop me from doing what needs to be done," he insisted. "I'm not here for any big purpose, or to go see whatever effigies you're talking about are. Hell, I've never even heard of them. All I know is that the Reaper wants to be here, and if you're telling me it's here then I'll lay down my life so you can continue your work unimpeded.
But you and I both know the Reaper. Any group I've fought it with, no matter how large or well-equipped, has never been enough. It's always claimed a victim, or even a life, in its wake. An army of three stands no chance." He looked from the doctor to her knight, eyes narrowed at him as if to gauge his strength. "We need all hands on deck for this. I know your research is important, but if we fail to hold the line it'll all be for nothing. The Reaper is relentless, and the only way to make sure it's stopped here is to turn it aside with all the force we can muster.
Please, join us. It is the only way."
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