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The Debts of Blood [Cas/NPC]
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Post by Cross on Oct 30, 2018 2:49:43 GMT
A steady rain fell upon the dank streets of Old Terminus beating against the windows of the Cornered Bat pub like so many fists as the rain drops tapped a steady beat on the worn tin roof of the little back alley establishment. Inside however was relatively quiet. Shred, the one winged Devimon bartender stood behind the bar quietly cleaning glasses the only noise besides his soft shuffling being the occasional turn of a page where the Doctor sat reading a book in her rare moment of quiet. Cloak, her ever wary shadow, napped lightly on the battered couch in the backroom, the cracked door revealing the Tactimon's tired frame where he slept fitfully.
At the table across from her Dagger sat relaxed and half dozing a single earbud tucked under his helmet as he listened to music with one ear, keeping the other open for trouble. Until a message scrolled across the Doctor's D-terminal alerting her with a soft vibration as she glanced down at the message from one of her lookouts.
"Incoming Sorcermon. Looks desperate. May be injured and unpredictable. Be on alert." The message read though the Doctor would only have a scant moment to read it before the front door was thrown open.
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Post by D-Reaper Scout on Oct 30, 2018 3:04:55 GMT
Desperate?
Desperate was about right. How long of a trek had it been for him, starting from his manor in the Dark Area? How long had it been since that incident, back at his mine? It didn't matter, of course: his manor was in ruins, his livelihood left behind as he fled to civilization. Even from the train ride here, he held a hand right over his chest, barely managing to hold himself together. He was so close to his goal, after all: a nondescript bar at the outskirts of old Terminus.
His clothes were damp and ragged. His hat, lost somewhere in the travel over, and his staff was blunted and splintered at the bottom, used as a walking stick in desparation. However, so near the end of his trek, he through the doors open, bringing the rest of the bar to a start.
"DOC!" His intent was clear from the start, calling out at the top of his lungs, before grasping at a chair for support. "WHERE ARE YOU! DOC!"
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Post by Cross on Oct 30, 2018 3:21:38 GMT
For all Doctor Cross was undeniably a killer to kill was not her first instinct. Head snapping around at the clatter and crash of the door time honed reactions kicked in as the woman launched herself to her feet, Dagger scrambling to his own in surprise and recognition even as Cas lunged. The Doctor carefully catching the nearly dead weight of the Sorcermon against the front of her frame her hand coming up to cover his own helping the Digimon apply pressure to the wound on his chest.
"Do I know you?" She questioned blinking off-blue eyes at the ragged looking Sorcerer as she worked to lower him into the chair he had been leaning on motioning for Shred to get the door. The Bartender carefully closing it with a frown at the spiderweb cracks in the glass of his front window.
"Nevermind," Cas added, "It doesn't matter. I'm going to apply Triage. I need you to stay with me here." The Doctor ordered sliding the regeneration card to hopefully keep the Digimon from bleeding out long enough to get a good look at his wound as she carefully pulled the gloved and data stained hand back from his chest to get a better look at it. Behind her Dagger took in a ragged breath.
"Sorcermon?" He asked cautiously as he stepped close taking in the haggard appearance of the once regal Digimon. Behind them a thump and clatter of armor echoed as Cloak startled by the commotion awoke and fell off the sofa struggling momentarily with his cape as the Tactimon lurched wide eyed to his feet.
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Post by D-Reaper Scout on Oct 30, 2018 3:34:41 GMT
As Cassandra would press her hand against the Sorcermon's chest, she wouldn't feel any blood - or heck, even the feel of any data leaking from his wound. Rather, she'd feel the warmth of a spell, and a faint glow obscured by the position of his palm.
With that first question, he gave a short nod. "Maybe, I don't know... Dagger might have said something? Not important, not important..." He sat back in his chair, leaning slightly back as Cassandra moved to check the wound. She would see a deep, red gash across his chest, held in place by the Sorcermon's own stasis. In fact, he had kept that wound isolated, in constant pain but at least unable to bleed or worsen. The card's effect took hold, that same wound starting to grow warmer...
... But until the spell was withdrawn, it was merely thrown 'on the stack'. "Where's Dagger... ah!" The Duramon, of course! He gave a nod, trying to steady his breath as best he could. "Ch... Cherry..." His voice choked up, half in pain, half in emotional agony.
But he managed to get it out: "Ch-Cherry's been taken! Stolen right from my manor... even got a good swipe at my... ugh..."
He was not in the best way right now, not at all. How long had he been in this condition?
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Post by Cross on Oct 30, 2018 3:48:40 GMT
"Shit~" Cassandra cussed softly under her breath as she got a good look at what was causing the Sorcermon so much pain her eyes widening in shock as multiple thoughts clicked into place at once.
"I need you to hold your stasis just a little longer." The Doctor ordered pulling out her advanced scanner as she ran it over the Sorcermon looking for any data anomalies. Logically she knew that the magic Sorcermon and Wizardmons did was just manipulating the code of the digital world though she wasn't entirely certain how or why they could do it. For a spell to have been applied directly to the Sorcermon and placed more worryingly right over his core did not bode well.
"Sorcermon! Yes it's me! I'm here! Who took Cherry?!" Dagger asked crouching down next to the Sorcermon reaching out to carefully steady him as Cassandra worked. It was clear the little gold Digimon had grown a great deal since the mage digimon had last seen him. The golden weapon digimon's twin soon coming to lurk warily over Cassandra's shoulder as Cloak eyed the mark on the Digimon's chest with concern.
"Didn't K mention a Wisemon controlling and attacking Digimon with such marks?" The Tactimon questioned eyes darting to the door in case the Sorcermon had been pursued.
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Post by D-Reaper Scout on Oct 30, 2018 4:02:52 GMT
"Trust me, doc, I've done nothing but that for the past 36 hours." Groaning in pain, he let that scanner run right over the wound - and it would reveal a rather troubling wound. In fact, it seemed to give off a small dose of radiation, of all things - and the doctor would see the damage done to the Sorcermon's core.
He was hurt, and the Sorcermon knew it. So why didn't he stop at the nearby Wicked, first? That was a thought far away from the conversation, as Dagger's worried tone overtook his head. Who took Cherry? The spellcaster gathered together his thoughts: "A hooded sorcerer... maybe a Wisemon, I couldn't tell. Couldn't get to him at all past that damn red lizard." His memory was spotty, the sorcerer shaking his head as Cassandra worked away at that wound.
Cloak's added theory, of course, seemed to fill in another hole: controlling Digimon with marks? "I've heard that on the wayside - something about a Raguelmon or something? Ugh... I thought that was done and over with..."
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Post by Cross on Oct 30, 2018 4:38:40 GMT
"You were the one weren't you? The one in the Dark Area that saved us." Cassandra murmured the memories clicking into place as she waited for the scan to complete her eyes catching on the Sorcermon's pained face as realization settled over her.
"Fuck that does sound like him." Dagger muttered cursing as the scan completed the Doctor's gaze dropping to take in the readings as the Woman stilled her breath catching in her throat. Behind her both twins grew quiet as Cas caught Sorcermon's eyes once more blue clashing with the human's own strange off-blue orbs. Hadn't they been red last time Sorcermon had seen her?
"You have at least a half-inch puncture straight through your core. The Hazard radiation has already set in. The only thing holding you together now is your stasis magic and I'm uncertain how much longer you can hold it." Cassandra murmured her tone grave as she eyed the sweat beading across the Sorcermon's brow as the Doctor curled her hands into fists. Her claws ached.
"If you release it your core will shatter and given the radiation...I'm unsure if there will be anything left of you to reincarnate." The Doctor explained as she held the Mages blue eyes as if searching his gaze for something unnamed.
"You have two choices and I'm sorry I cannot give you more. I can make your last moments as comfortable as possible, ensure no one loads your data, and you can gamble on reincarnating in the Village of Beginnings or...I can try to save you." Cassandra spoke carefully laying out the Sorcermon's options her hands trembling minutely. She had always paid her debts.
"But if I save you we will be irrevocably tied. I won't be able to undo what will have to be done. I'm not even sure given the amount of damage and core data that I will need to alter and repair that you'll ever be entirely the same again. I won't be able to let you leave. Knowing this....which do you choose?" The Doctor asked her voice gentle, calm even in the face of the unnamed feelings that threatened to rip apart her soul as she rested a gently hand over Sorcermon's. She wouldn't take this choice from him. Would not force it, but she doubted as he was if even Mikemon could save him. It would take the act of a god...or a reaper to spare the doomed digimon now.
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Post by D-Reaper Scout on Oct 30, 2018 5:10:50 GMT
Well, that was certainly a grim diagnosis.
A half-inch puncture to his core, laced with radiation. The sorcerer gave a sigh, leaning back in his chair, tightening his hold over that spell. "I had guessed as much. At the very least, I sense a blinding pain whenever this spell weakens..." More than that, he hadn't been able to sleep, eat, or drink for this entire duration. On a closer analysis, the fatigue was already starting to heavily set in along his body...
... And, unfortunately, that brought the concern back to his own condition. He had a choice, she said: to either die, and perhaps never return to this plane, or to be saved - and somehow be entwined with this tamer's data. The doctor's voice was gentle and considerate. But to the heavy weight of Cassandra's words, the Sorcermon returned a hearty, cough-filled laugh.
"Doctor, I've spent my entire life in one place as a crystal-smith. Years upon years, I've simply amassed my wealth and lived a quiet life out in the dark wilderness. I trust in your judgement either way... but I haven't come here to see you."
With those words, he turned to face Dagger.
"Once more, I have to make an unfair request. I don't know where, I don't know how - but if Cherry is with that Wisemon, he will be used as a tool. A monster, a terror - all of the things you know he is not. I implore, demand, and beg you to find him."
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Post by Cross on Oct 30, 2018 5:19:50 GMT
"I know. Think on it. I cannot make this choice for you. We could try to take you to Mikemon, but given the damage I'm unsure what more he could do." Cassandra murmured gazing upon the Sorcermon with surprisingly kind sad eyes. The eyes of a Woman who understood what it was to know your days were numbered.
Beside her Dagger stared down at the Sorcermon with wide horrified and fearful gaze as the diagnostic was read out. The weight of the verdict weighing heavily upon them. "You didn't have to ask. I would have...I will...I won't let him suffer under that monster. I would have gone to rescue him even if you hadn't asked. He doesn't deserve what Wisemon will make him do." The Durandamon swore quietly as a stumbled over his words.
"But Sorcermon..." He whined low and in pain in the back of his throat, "What are you going to do?"
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Post by D-Reaper Scout on Oct 30, 2018 22:40:23 GMT
Sorcermon knew deep down what Dagger's answer would be, but simply hearing those words was enough for the spellcaster's heart to calm, somewhat. He gave a smile, nodding gently towards the knight. "You have your heart in the right place. Save him... any thought of spite or revenge is just going to be a distraction."
Oh, that whine wouldn't go ignored. Giving a low groan, he briefly considered that question, returning his attention to Cassandra.
"The manor means nothing, now... but Cherry's going to need someone to look back to after all of this. Behind everything, he's scared. His heart might just collapse in sorrow if he finds his sacrifice in vain... ugh..." Even if it wasn't a good life to look forward to, the wizard was hardly living for himself, right now.
"Getting me to that cat's not gonna work..." But if the cat could come here, maybe that was another story.
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Post by Cross on Oct 30, 2018 22:49:37 GMT
"I'll make the call." The Cas murmured scanning another card, Final Prayer, it wouldn't do anything now with the stasis and likely wouldn't truly stop the Sorcermon's core collapse should the spell falter. It might however, buy them all to precious moments in such an event.
Opening up the messenger on her D-terminal The Doctor sent the critical message through to Mikemon's high priority inbox. She could only hope now the Cat would arrive in time. "You're going to be fine Sorcermon." She assured him gently though they both knew the woman was lying. It was her job to lie and hope Mikemon could fix this because if he could not...
"We'll get Cherry back and...and you two can stay with us while you recover. Doc could use some folks with some mining expertise and it's a bit rough here in Old Terminus, but not bad compared to the Dark Area." Dagger rambled trying to keep both Sorcermon and himself distracted from the inevitable ticking of the clock as time slowly slid through their fingers like sand.
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Post by D-Reaper Scout on Oct 31, 2018 0:04:19 GMT
Another card. Another spell 'on the stack' that likely meant little to the Sorcermon's shattered core. Ultimately, all it did was help reduce the Sorcermon's pain, as Cassandra sent that critical message over to the doctor.
It didn't take long, of course: halfway through Dagger's words, a blue portal of light appeared right in the bar, at the brief surprise of the bartender. From it, the familiar doctor gave a step forward - giving a simple nod towards Cassandra. He stepped on by, past Dagger, giving him a firm pat on his shoulder.
"Heh... how long has it been?" The Sorcermon gave a dry laugh, Mikemon giving a sigh. "Too long. You still cheated me out of that last game, you know." The cat's tone was slightly nostalgic, as he lifted up that gem, focusing squarely through the lens - deeply examining the still state of the sorcerer's core. The room fell silent for several minutes, the cat doing a complete, thorough analysis...
... Before he would finally step back, shaking his head. "Its faint, but he's already started the process of data collapse." The cat's tone was low, sensing that the Sorcermon already knew of his fate. "If I was there the moment it happened, I might have been able to do something. As it is, the core will continue to spin, unraveling across its imperfection."
He gave a sigh, the Sorcermon returning a smirk. "Heh... that Mummymon's getting his inheritance far earlier than he deserves, then..."
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Post by Cross on Oct 31, 2018 0:19:34 GMT
Cas stiffened slightly at Mikemon's approach their differences forgiven, but not forgotten as the Doctor fought to grasp the ease with which she had once regarded her only friend and family. Forcing herself to untense the Doctor watched with veiled eyes as her colleague made the verdict they had all feared and yet known was imminent. Beside her Dagger let out a shuddering breath the shiver of pain that shook the Durandamon's shoulders reflected in the slight uncontrollable tremble that wracked the Doctor's own form. Letting herself fall heaving into the chair next to the Sorcermon Cassandra leaned bodily against the table as she raked her fingers through her hair. There was no change to the locks of course. The Doctor's appearance remaining as unruffled as ever, the holosuit unchanging.
"I owe you and Cherry a debt Sorcermon..." Cas murmured weighing the leaden word upon her tongue as she forced herself to straighten turning off-blue eyes onto the dying mage once more before offering a hand palm up.
"Do you wish to collect?" She questioned. It was a devils bargain if ever there was one, but the Doctor held her hand out all the same.
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Post by D-Reaper Scout on Oct 31, 2018 0:53:29 GMT
Of course the verdict wasn't easy to hear, but even now, the cat wasn't going to sugarcoat things. Not in front of his friends, new and old, anyway: he offered a hand, gently resting it on the Sorcermon's shoulder, giving a small nod. "The Dark Area will be just a bit more dim without you."
"Heh... like my little flame's worth that much, ya idiot." With another dry chuckle, and another cough, he settled in for the long haul.
If not for the human, it might have happened. But Cassandra spoke to that old debt, offering a hand that even Mikemon found curious. What hope was there for a patient that was this far gone? The doctor stepped a bit away, as the Sorcermon brought a gloved hand up, grasping around Cassandra's own.
"Do what you can. No hard feelings either way..."
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Post by Cross on Oct 31, 2018 1:21:23 GMT
"Shred..." The Doctor spoke her words clipped even as her hand gently closed around Sorcermon's. The Devimon bartender in question giving her a nod even as he pulled on his coat flipping up the collar to keep off the rain as he closed the blinds on the bar windows.
"I'll take a walk Doc. Oi Goldie come escort me you're too squeamish for this sort of stuff." Said Bartender called out, the Durandamon rising to his feet however reluctant as he glanced between his Tamer and the dying Mage. Quietly Cas gave him a nod ushering him out the door as Shred locked the place up behind him. Leaving only Sorcermon, the Doctor, and Mikemon with Cloak looming like a dark shadow against the wall.
"You should leave Mikemon..." Cas murmured glancing over at her old friend, but she knew too well he wouldn't budge. For a moment, just a moment the Doctor's mask would slip her cold confidence replaced with a flicker of fear and doubt as she eyed the Cat.
"I hope you won't think less of me for this." Cassandra murmured softly before she turned away to face her patient.
"No matter what happens hold your spell as long as you are able. I need to stop the data collapse before I can piece back together your core." The Doctor explained as she reached up deactivating her holosuit and EV suit in one smooth motion. Revealing Cassandra's true form as crimson clashed with blue as the Doctor held Sorcermon's gaze the light of her eyes nearly hypnotic. Drawing ones glance away from the woman's sallow cheeks, the paleness of her flesh, and the way her coat seemed to hang off her thinner frame more so then it had once before. The Doctor looked a shade warmer then death itself, but her gaze was strong, her eyes bright with determination that her form did not reflect. Even as needle sharp, barely regrown claws pierced through the bandages that swathed her fingertips, the white linen rapidly staining red as Cas sank them into the flesh of the Sorcermon's hand the glowing crimson of her blood mingling into his data even as she drew the shocked and dying mon against her in a mockery of a lovers embrace as the Doctor slid the claws of her left hand into the Mage's back.
"Don't fight me." She begged the taste of blood on her tongue and vision a crimson haze of red.
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