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Post by Deleted on Aug 22, 2018 6:52:17 GMT
This place had changed.
This place had changed and it was not for the better; sullen blades of grass danced in the wind. Danced to a sullen tune as their ilk had been showered again and again with data of dozens of mons over the last few days. They had gotten soaked in the excess; their blades never meant to take much more than the rain and the sun. Anything extra weighed them down and pushed them from their normal graceful dance.
The glade had changed for the worse.
A single stump born of recognition and power lay empty. An unnaturally powerful being had rest there for so long that the place seemed empty; unforgiving and forgotten. But where this place had been abandoned a truer hope still lay present. The fact that the stump once dead now lay in the realm of the living once more. It's effort simply stained by the malgamation of twisted data that danced around the glade.
Something terrible had happened here.
A being of enlightenment had reached so far to the point of it only to find that while she was reaching for the stars that a beast of her own creation had taken the reigns. That her reach for it was not interrupted by the beast but protected by it.
White fur had turned to black.
A fox ever the spirit of cunning and wisdom was changed into something terrible. Something that this forest had recognized years ago as a hunter and a killer. It had changed into the essence of something else entirely. The twisted data that she had taken in not only once; not only twice. But a mere three times had reacted and taken up a life of it's own.
A cat, ever the spirit of mystery and curiosity took a bloody turn. It had taken everything that a cat had supposed to be; hunger and deathly need of knowledge of it's own and twisted it further. Losing all knowledge of it's own other than the filthy need to hunt. Deathly need to fill it's stomach with more data. It had taken things to the extreme so much so that the forest had suffered.
What had caused this to transpire?
A single core.
A dokugumon.
And the bleed off data of a very particular meicrackmon punched into the core of the fox.
But that still didn't answer a question that would edge out to any that arrived here. No that question of it's own would only feel the taut filthy power that a pair of deep glowing blue eyes would give...
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Post by Carlos Rey on Aug 22, 2018 16:41:18 GMT
In the outskirts of Whitewater, far from civilization, the small Dark Lord known as Dio made his way through the dense jungle, always doing his best to stay in the shade, away from the heat of the scorching noon sun. His destination: the center of the densely forested area.
While the human partner Carlos had decided to stay on Whitewater to take care of Club related business, the small impmon figured this was as good a time as any to pay his teacher a visit. After all, things had changed since they had last seen K, perhaps she'd be able to offer some more wisdom. As he made his way to K's spot however, his excited and cheerful stroll began slowing down, ever so slightly, as he felt an odd, creeping feeling on his way. It wasn't overtly obvious, but if felt as if there was something out there, watching his every move.
Nevertheles he pressed on, ignoring such paranoid delusions. Worst case scenario, the Apostle herself would be able to hold her ground against whatever was out there, right? It didn't took long for Dio to reach the clearing in the wilderness that he remembered so vividly. The place he had learned to control his power. A place of peace, and hope.
That was not what he found.
Instead the clearing was empty, desolate, abandoned. The stump K was always sitting on was empty, and the surrounding area teemed with dark energy and claw markings. Dio's heart sank, his whole body freezing up for a minute in front of the eerie silent location.
Just...what had happened here? Could K be in...
Something primal whitin him was begging, screaming to run, to hightail it out of there while there was still time, get back to Carlos and hide. He knew staying around was dangerous, but he didn't know why.
Slowly he'd glance at his surroundings, as if trying to find any clue as to where her teacher had gone to.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 23, 2018 0:18:57 GMT
The silence of this place ever foreboding, ever unforgiving. The claw marks; the desolation and abandonment of such a holy place. The dark energy replacing that of the lively one that the Dark lord would of been used to. Something that he wouldn't be privy to was the shifting in the tree branches; the gentle tug of the wind and horseplay of a predator that was stalking him.
Peace. Hope. Control..
These things were in short supply; the eerie silence that he was gifted was eventually broken by a simple but subtle sound. The slow gentle drippings of something that was unlike the Dark lord but so very much so like him. Not so much in stance; not so much in theory. But an equal in potential and an equal in stature. Another rookie breathed out slowly as the cat's fangs dragged along it's neck plucking away at the data that lay hidden there.
The piyomon was on it's last legs and the data bleed off was slowly dripping from it's neck down it's body... then off of it's body onto the branch where each individual drop made a gentle sound that could be heard throughout the glade.
But hidden was the form that boasted it's prey; hidden was the prey it kept for the time. Not until the other rookie found them. Not until the impmon deigned to look up and see this twisted malgamation of data.
Not until his Green eyes met those glowing blue ones would he truly understand the danger he was in...
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Post by Carlos Rey on Aug 23, 2018 4:30:12 GMT
Small patches and bits of data scattered messily around the area, hinting at the violence that had probably taken place not long ago. Whatever had happened here, it had not been pretty, and all Dio could think of was (much to his annoyance) how worried he felt for K's well being. Had she been attacked? Was she injured? Did she d-
That's when he heard it. The slow, delicate sound of dripping echoed just a few steps behind Dio, who almost jumped out of his skin once he noticed it. Turning himself around in one swift movement, he noticed th. The source of the dripping, obviously had to come from somewhere above him.
Against his better instincts, he glanced upwards, following the falling trail of data bleeding from above. Slowly, gently, as if in fear of what he would find waiting for him once he looked up. What he saw was infinetly worse than what he feared.
Once his eyes met those glowing, icy blue orbs that gazed at him from the shadowy branches, Dio realized he had made a terrible mistake coming here alone.
It was hard to make out what exactly was staring back at him from the shadows, but two things were blatantly obvious: it was bigger, and most likely stronger than Dio. And he was painfully aware of it, since even at this distance he could feel the sheer amount of energy emanating from the predator. Even so, the last thing he could show right now was fear.
Without a moment's hesitation, his right upper wrist would glow a purple light, a small energy blade extending from it. The small digimon took a small step back, his stance turning into one set for fighting.
He stood there, body tensed and eyes locked in the monster's direction, waiting for it to make the first move...
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Post by Deleted on Aug 24, 2018 1:58:35 GMT
The cat watched her prey quietly as the biyomon struggled slightly as the cat had stopped her feeding. It was curious; why did the one down there smell so bloody good? Why did this gnawing hunger yearn for the creature down there? Why was it that it was gifted with the premonition of a full stomach constantly if it not only hunted this other being.. but kept it around?
It's icy blue orbs blinked a few times as the imp finally noticed her; finally noticed the predator that was stalking him. It tilted it's head slightly fangs dragging along the Biyomon's neck again cutting into it's wireframe by doing so. There was a small but painful gasp from the bird before the cat tossed it aside like one would an unwanted vegetable. The bird made a surprised squawking sound as it hit the ground but alas... it was too weak to fly and simply lay there as the predator considered it's new prey.
The lack of hesitation and response from dio wasn't unsurprising in such an event. But rather what came next was the distinct lack of the monster where Dio had initially seen them. It was maybe brief but dio would feel the icy cold breath from the cats maw only mere inches away from his neck. Hands coming around wanting to wrap around this digimon's body to keep him from running.
It had been nearly instant to dio, but to the Meicrackmon it had been agonizing seconds of playful shifting. Her form was so much faster than Dio, so much stronger than dio. To him it would of felt like she teleported.... but all she simply did was move to where it best suited her.
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Post by Carlos Rey on Aug 24, 2018 4:03:33 GMT
Now that he got a better look at it Dio noticed whatever was watching it was not alone, as it was seemingly carrying another creature along. A Biyomon. Clearly the source of the dripping. Dio could feel his stomach churn at this, the creature didn't have enough just killing and absorbing its prey, it took its sweet time with its food. Soon however it seemed the blue eyed stalker had enough of the bird, as it simply let go of it, the poor injured rookie falling tot he ground with a loud thud.
That wasn't even an act of cruelty. The monster was simply discarding it's last snack in favor of the fresh prey right in front of it. Yet when Dio's gaze looked upwards again, his eyes widened as he noticed the icy blue eyes were...nowhere to be found. That second or two of momentary distraction had been enough for the imp to completely lose track of her stalker.
It wouldn't take him long to figure where she had gone to, as he soon felt the unmistakeable icy breath of a predator lunging for his neck right behind him. To Dio's credit, despite his massive shock he managed to react rather quickly, leaping forward and out of the way, narrowly avoiding having his neck pierced by those massive fangs.
Even while he dodged his mind was still going at a thousand miles an hour, the Dark Lord still completely taken aback at how uncannily fast his opponent was. Dio did know of the huge power gap that separated Ultimate level digimon from those below them, but this...this was miles away from anything his mind could even comprehend.
His breathing was frantic. His body was shaking. There was no hiding it, he was mortally afraid. There was no beating this cat in a straight fight, his only option if he hoped to survive was to create a distraction and run.
As much as he hated to retreat, this was something he simply wasn't prepared to deal with. With a click of his fingers his right hand was enveloped by flames, the imp smirking for a second before he launched the small ball of fire not at the Meicrackmon, but rather at the ground in front of her. Were she to not do anything about it, the fireball would surely explode against the ground, the combustion igniting the dried grass. Soon the whole place would be covered by flames, and that's when the imp would take its chance to escape.
It was risky, but it was the only thing he could think of.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 24, 2018 9:43:01 GMT
The prey recognized the danger that he was in; acting admirably to anyone that really would of cared. But did this monster care? No. No she did not; she growled in frustration as her grasp not only missed but so too did her fangs clacking together sharply her tongue would ease itself over her lips and she'd smile wickedly the fangs that would of pierced into his neck making a show of themselves.
Expecting the prey to try to fight back with it's blade the Meicrackmon leaped forward. It's claws extending midflight but something was off; even with the fear that she could feel the other digimon was for the most part rather ready for a fight in some fashion or another. The fireball that he drew immediately registered in the Meicrackmon's mind and as though naturally she'd catch that fireball in her hand.
There was a momentary pause as though it seemed like the fireball would explode and still shower the area with flames making it impossible for her to catch her prey. But her hand closed around the fireball impossibly quick some horrid smell making itself known in the air.
She had covered her claws in some acidic compound to help her fight the fireball
There was a moment or two where she didn't seem to do anything. Ponderously she'd stare at the Impmon even taking a step forward and sniffing the air. Her smile deepened and those eyes flashed dangerously.
She had gotten his scent.
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Post by Carlos Rey on Aug 25, 2018 4:30:31 GMT
Truth be told, Dio never expected his attack to hurt his hunter (which on closer inspection he could now see was a black furred Meicrackmon). Nor did he expect the fire would keep it away for long. At best it would inconvenienve it, at worst it would be a momentary distraction. What he really didn't expect was the cat to simply catch the fireball midair and put it out with less effort that it would take to blow out a candle.
The imp's eyes widened in sheer shock and terror, a chocked gasp escaping his mouth as any attempt at putting up a brave facade simply evaporated, his hopes and confidence crumbling down at such sight. Worse yet he could tell the creature wasn't just a mindless brute. It was enjoying the moment, her icy eyes shooting him an almost mocking glare as she took a slow step forward.
And that smile...that wretched smile...
"D-don't come any closer!" He yelled, trying desperately to not sound panicked, though even if his almost cracked voice didn't give it away, him taking a hesitant step back surely did. Damnit, what was he supposed to do now?
He could try running, but that thing's speed clearly outclassed him. He could try fighting, but it would probably end with him becoming a smear of data on the ground. There was no easy way out of this.
Desperate times called for desperate measures.
"Pillar of Fire!" Plunging his fist into the ground, the imp soon found himself surrounded by a large flaming column, the area surrounding him growing more and more hot. He knew this wouldn't keep the creature out for long, but he needed just a second of respite to try to find his bearings again and think of a way out.
Making time was really all he could do now.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 25, 2018 19:27:06 GMT
The Meicrackmon was without a doubt enjoying the reactions and the smell of fear that she was getting from this particular prey. It certainly accented what she imagined would be a wonderful meal... Well meals honestly considering she had other plans for someone that she could just feel the endless well of energy within them. But like a fool they had never tapped into it.
The brave facade vanished in entirely and the meicrackmon's smile only deepened as she came forward. Then the other spoke causing the digimon to pause tilting it's head a little bit in a mix of confusion and misunderstanding. It didn't know what the other was saying but if she had to guess it was probably just trying to ward her off.
The meicrackmon continued forward and snorted a little bit as the pillar of fire was used. The barrier between her and her prey was something she had only seen used once or twice before by some of her other prey. But in less dazzling effect... If her hands were covered in that acidic compound they should be fine right? Looking at one of her hands, turning and twisting it to make sure she'd reach straight through the fire in an effort to grab the impmon's arm!
If she was successful she'd yank him closer and tilt her head quizzically at the impmon trying to understand why it would even decide to fight against her. If it had run it would of gotten more enjoyment out of this honestly but... She had to admit to herself that feeling the rush that she was feeling now was well worth the change in hunting style...
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Post by Carlos Rey on Aug 26, 2018 6:23:48 GMT
Dio deep down knew he was literally just stalling the inevitable, that his fire would barely even singe her or even keep her back for long, but even she would think twice before trying to attack him. Inside his pillar, he should be safe, protected from outside threats.
So imagine his sheer terror when he noticed that large clawed hand effortlessly going through the flaming wall and grabbing a hold of his arm. With a grunt he felt his entire body being yanked closer to the Meicrackmon, the fire pillar dissipating as he was pulled out into the open.
Despite his struggles, he was unable to break free from her grip. He would look upwards, his eyes locked on her own, his entire body frozen by fear. Yet...for some reason she wasn't attacking him yet, instead simply tilting her head and looking down on him in an almost curious way. As freakish as that was, the Dark Lord managed to get a hold of himself long enough to actually do something other than act like a deer in front of headlights.
If she wasn't going to attack, then he would. Putting all his weight forward, he swung his free arm in the direction of the cat's face, aiming his purple D-Blade directly at her eyes. Sure, she might have been two levels above him, but weakspots were still weakspots, and even if he didn't cause any lasting damage, it should be good enough to distract her so he could make his escape.
Even if it was a lost cause, he refused to go down without a fight.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 26, 2018 23:31:05 GMT
The predator knew that she was the winner in this engagement; her prey had suffered her for a little bit. Made it so that they understood the power gap between one another along with even making a show of crushing their attempt at escape not once but twice. The safety of that pillar was nothing to someone like her; nothing to someone that had so much and they so little.
The terror that she felt radiating from the impmon was like a fine wine; pushing and pulling from every pore of his body. She gave him a long once over as that fire pillar dissipated. If you thought about it realistically; a demon type digimon was rare in these parts. Much rarer would be a competent one. She tilted her head a little bit as their eyes locked; he was much like a deer in the headlights.
Could he possibly be something more?
Maybe a good feeding trough for her; maybe a little more than that if she really wanted. It would require her to break him wouldn't it? Make him wild like her? But that wouldn't take a break; that'd just require him to be out in the wild with her right? The meicrackmon's curious somewhat predatory grin lessened and she seemed thoughtful. Though that didn't stop dio from taking a swing with D-blade right at her face.
Once again his attack was met with her sternly grabbing his arm with her much larger hand. She'd consider him for a few moments her large eyes boring into his; the pupils dilated and rotated a bit. A gnawing grumbling sound could be heard from her stomach and the predator looked down at her stomach.
Again?
She was hungry again? Still perhaps? She couldn't hunt larger game on her own consistently yet; maybe if she... The gnawing hunger continued and she'd bite her lip looking up at Dio after a few long moments. Her fangs dripping with saliva and her tongue inching out to drag itself across the side of his neck. She could just have a little bit; then she could start trying to break him to the ways of the forest.
Two hunters would be better than one right?
The thought trailed through her head and bounced around. Of course Two hunters would be better than one! She was gifted with the rare opportunity and a even rarer individual to help her here in this forest. But to make him stronger she'd have to make him weaker first right? Her marvelous hunger would see to that; her marvelous desires of a larger hunting ground would make her next action all the more painful.
In the same spot that the Meicrackmon had licked she'd plant her fangs firmly into the Impmon's neck. Her tendrils would come around and wrap about his legs while pulling the smaller digimon into a tight somewhat painful hug. Dio of course would feel the edge and tugging of his data leaving him. But something more.
She was pushing her own data into him.
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Post by Carlos Rey on Aug 27, 2018 13:22:48 GMT
Dio wished to believe his attack had any hope of working, that he wasn't just living on borrowed time. But once the Meicrackmon stopped his blade with little more than a movement of her hand, he wasn't exactly surprised, as evidenced by his exhasperated expression.
Once he heard the rumbling from the creature's stomach however, he could feel his core skipping a beat.
Looking back up at the black cat's eyes, sheer terror and fear in his own, he knew what was coming. The feline's face would get closer to his own, and he'd clench his eyes shut and try to move away, only to shudder and tremble as he felt the cold, wet feeling of her tongue slowly dragging across his neck. That was it, this was what she was after. Tensing his body, he prepared himself for what was about to come.
There was no escape for him, no way to fight back. This was most likely his end-
His thoughts were suddenly broken by a piercing, terrible pain on his neck. He'd yelp and with now wide open eyes would stare back at the large cat as she kept biting down on his neck. The agony was too great for him to even scream, nothing more than a pathetic pained groan leaving his lips as he felt...something being taken from him. As his body tried to fight back he could feel his energy slowly dissipating, his moves getting unresponsive, his vision blurring.
It was then obvious she wasn't simply going to kill him and take his data: she was going to slowly drain it from him while still alive.
"N-no..." he tried to muster but couldn't, he felt to weak to even breathe by now. "...not like...this..."
As he felt his feet being tied down by something, the pain never ceased but still he could felt a...something, being thrown into him, slowly building up. It didn't took much imagination to know it was her that was pushing some sort of data into him. What could it be? Poison to keep him even more docile? Some sort of virus to let her draw even more data from him?
He wasn't sure, but he couldn't care less at this point.
As the painful process continued, there were barely any energy left behind his movements, any power left to try and stop her...his conciousness began failing him...
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Post by Deleted on Aug 27, 2018 14:01:30 GMT
She could feel the hopeless trepidation that the other was experiencing; she could feel the ever baffling spirit of fight or flight slowly dissipate into submissiveness. She could feel the prey within her grasp understand softly if not slowly that she was here to use him. She was here to feed off of him and make her feel less hungry. Less incomplete. She could feel the edge of pleasure in what she took from him.
She could feel the edge of his data along her gullet
The yelp that she was gifted with was just a single simple note in an orchestra of what would be a lifetime of pain with her. She could feel the data smooth, slick and thick drag it's way across her tongue. Past her fangs, down her throat and to her core. She could feel each and every moment that she pulled from him.
For the impmon?
Well he would feel her push more and more data into him; nothing compared to what she was taking from him but one thing was certain. The data that she was giving him was stronger than that of what she was taking. She hoped even with the difference of exchange that maybe he'd be fine; maybe he'd just pass out and she could feed.
His voice was a clustered whisper; a whine in the darkness that he wouldn't be privy to. She drew him against her.. Softly. Slowly. Her fangs dug into his neck further as she wanted more; she could feel her hunger start to edge off a little bit. It felt good; better than anything she could expect. He was such a wonderful feast in comparison to the stupid birds she had been feeding on.
She could feel him growing weaker and weaker. So what did she do? She simply sat. Her arms slowly smoothing around him in a tight somewhat predatory hug while her tendrils slipped away. At this point he would be unable to do anything. He'd feel a gentle whisper in return as she gave and took sustenance.
Mine.
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Post by Carlos Rey on Aug 27, 2018 15:07:26 GMT
The ever continuing draining didn't seem to be stopping any time soon. The pain wouldn't stop. Though by now the pain was slowly starting to be numbed out as his energy waned. His struggling slowed down to mere reflexive twitchs, his arms and legs falling limply to the side as his head hanged low. Defeated, weak, helpless. He barely even had energy left to feel fear or...anything, really.
Her surprisingly gentle, if predatory hug only helped to drive home the hopelessness of his situation. She was going to enjoy this until his inevitable end. Perhaps delirious because of all the lost data, perhaps his mind trying to cope with the fact that his death was all but inevitable, his thoughts started to drift away from the current situation, his memories going all over the place.
He remembered a lone Kuramon, lost on the Dark Area, trying to find a way out. He remembered a then nameless Pagumon waking up inside a backpack of a white haired man in a weird world. He fondly remembered the gentle petting from a blonde woman that shared her love (and pork cutlets) with anyone.
And wandering cold ruins with another Impmon, the meeting of people to join on a club, being protected by his partner on a city in the sky...
...but for some reason his mind was now lingering on a certain meeting that had occurred on this place all that time ago. When he was still just a brash and egotistical imp on a path of destruction...until he met her.
The one that changed everything. The one that had believed in him when no one else did. The one that helped him realize his true potential.
The one he lov-
But...why was he thinking about her particularly? Was he worried for her well being? Did he wish she would come and rescue him at the last second? No.
It was...something else. Something in the back of his mind gnawing at him.
Then he realized it. This weird energy building up inside, the foreign data. He had felt it before. Less corrupted and more gentle, yes, but there was no mistaking it. It was the exact same energy. It belonged to her. As painful as it was to even think, he mustered up the energy to open his eyes again and look at the cat feasting on him. Not so much in fear, but in sheer sadness. It couldn't be true, couldn't it? She would never do this to him...
But, as if to confirm his supsicions, he could hear a muffled, soft whisper close to his ear, a simple word that made him shudder both with fear and a terrible realization.
"Mine"
"...K? Why..."
That was the last thing he could do, his last action before he couldn't fight any longer. His eyes closed, his entire body going limp as his consciousness faded comepletely, his mind falling into that dark and welcoming abyss.
His very last thought before falling unconscious was of Carlos, and what would happen to him once he was gone...
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Post by Deleted on Aug 31, 2018 1:18:46 GMT
The prey had given up, the prey had decided that it was going to succumb to her. She could feel it; the weakness of the limbs the struggling that was so energetic before was shifting into mere twitches. He was weak, helpless, easily defeated. An easy meal if that was all that she wanted fro him. Little tugs, little pulls were all she was doing now. The energy that she was pushing in started to outweigh the data she was forcing into him for a small time. Before she settled into coldly taking more and more from him. She needed him to lose himself for her to do anything.
The memories he felt, the memories he saw she felt as well.
A casual ear flick, a small lick of her lips and gentle nuzzling as her fangs drew out of his neck. Oh this one was a lover of the host? The Meicrackmon let out a somewhat dark marvelous throaty chuckle. She trailed her fangs along his neck again pausing slightly.
Those eyes of his hinted at recognition; oh yes he did know the host! The host that had lost herself into the travels of the core and for then the Meicrackmon stepped out. Not as a protector but to sniff out the area; an area she could grow strong in. Perhaps when the host returned she would hide again in the core. The host was far stronger than the meicrackmon was right now... So she had to grow yes?
However the question that the lordling posed made the Meicrackmon consider briefly what to do. Should she keep feeding? Should she drain further this impmon's energy till they regressed a form? The creature was weak after all and she could easily manage him. Casting about the Meicrackmon slowly stood up holding the impmon daintly in her tendrils.
"Mmm.. yes.. yess...."
The Meicrackmon chuckled lightly and decided that it was better if they moved from her. She had a good hiding place that most that stumbled in on her were quickly overcome. The impmon of course wouldn't know right from left if she took him there!
It took her maybe two hours to trek all the way to her 'home' as it was. A derelict cabin that had long since been abandoned. Many mons in the area avoided it like a graveyard and with the Meicrackmon there more so than ever. Dark twisted lengths of rope would find themselves melted and bubbling to form a rough hammock that the Impmon would be placed in. Three lengths of rope would also be twirled around the impmon almost naturally; the Dokugumon that the host had absorbed had a small touch here.
After which? The Meicrackmon made sure to set up a few lines of rope through the only real exit that the impmon could manage through if he recovered quick enough.
"Bells Bells...."
After doing all of this the Meicrackmon set herself up across one of the beam supports that hadn't fell into ruin. She'd gingerly lay down and stare quietly at her impmon 'prey'...
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