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Post by Dr. Mikemon on Dec 5, 2018 1:07:17 GMT
"Mm! Glad to see you two thinkin it through!"
Giving Holly a pat on her head, ruffling her fur a little bit, he'd let her take the lead - though, as expected, she went with the two ideas she already knew of. "Hm... there's really no point in doing the planks again, when you already know how to do it, but stealth? Well, sure?"
He'd give a nod, and once more take out that red scarf - this time, trying it around his arm, like Syre was already doing in practice with her. But, as before, he'd once more take his perch on the rock - standing up, stretching his arms. "Not going to go as easy this time, Holly. You'd best be ready!"
Oh, how little he knew just how ready Holly was.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 5, 2018 1:14:02 GMT
"Well it's easier to work together than on your own yanno?"
She'd beam brightly and tilt her head just a little bit as he told her that there wasn't much reason to do the planks. She'd frown slightly and just nod; flicking her ears at the idea of going through with stealth.
"Something else maybe? Kinda seems silly to come out here for one thing..."
The meicoomon tilted her head a little bit noting the scarf being tied around his arm. Like how her sister had been practicing with her. But even as the mikemon climbed on the rock he'd find himself quickly alone before he had even finished talking.
She hadn't even made a word, no little rush of air when she used that flicker no little sound of her entering into the brush. She simply was just gone.
She didn't even really have to go that far to really do that either, the brush was right there, and she was quietly staring at her father for a few long moments. Her eyes flicked to a different spot and she considered quietly where he would look first. Staying tuned to the direction of his ears... where his head was facing. Her next look was to the sun, to see how the shadows would fall into place.
Easiest would be if he was facing that way...
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Post by Dr. Mikemon on Dec 5, 2018 1:46:38 GMT
"Now, now, nothing wrong with a little repetition, Holly!"
Giving a small chuckle as their exercise started, it didn't take long for the doctor to clamber up onto that rock. His words, apparently, simply echoed out into the field... huh.
"I guess she's really taking this seriously..." Muttering those words to himself, the cat would take a seat - well, no, he'd squat down, keeping his feet to the ground, as he carefully scanned the field in front of him. And though his gaze was held forward, occasionally his ears would give a voluntary flick to either the left or the right, as if trying to pick up lighter sounds. As before, the sun was to his back, giving him full visibility of the shadows in front of him.
Her 'target' was well set, carefully tapping a claw against that stone, in careful patience. Was there an opening at all she could use here?
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Post by Deleted on Dec 5, 2018 1:55:46 GMT
He kept speaking even though they had gone into that training, the words echoed into the field but he wasn't wrong. She'd shift slightly furrowing her brow a little bit, watching her father quietly, carefully. Of course she was taking this seriously, he told her before to try to. And with the additive of Iris helping her along? Well there was very little stopping her from doing so.
His ears flicked left and right, his gaze was held forward. His back was to the sun allowing him to give full visibility of the shadows in front of him. The rock placement was a little frustrating but as it was there was very little she could do that wouldn't alert him immediately. Looking down she'd scan around and slowly tilt her head to one side. If he could see where the shadows were coming from, was sitting on the rock and...
Well there it was, the rock he was sitting on would let her us it as a way to block her shadow from informing him of her whereabouts. So she took her time to move to a proper position. Still watching her father; any sudden movements and sounds would give her away. She'd slow down her breathing to stop herself from getting too excited, allowing her to focus further.
He keeps tapping his claw against that stone.
So she'd use that to ease herself forward, from behind trying to use those taps as 'cover' of her minor movement. Trying to line up with the rock so that she wouldn't give away her position with her shadow. Her own ears were up and keeping ready in case the doctor said something or did something she couldn't fully see.
If he turns around I'll just move back into the brush... Save flicker for getting out rather than getting in...
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Post by Dr. Mikemon on Dec 5, 2018 3:30:16 GMT
No, something's different this time...
For one, Holly was a lot more patient than she was the first time around, actively using the environment to hide and stalk her target. Even more impressive, however, was the sense of sound: the doctor was actively paying attention, but he couldn't sense the Meicoomon's movement. Was she moving along with the breeze, or had she not taken a move yet? Heck, even the rustling of her tendrils had ceased.
Still, Iris stayed silent, not yet giving Holly any advice on how to move. This was something that she had to figure out on her own: each tap allowed her to move, but the Mikemon's 'tic' soon stopped, the doctor balling one hand against the other.
If he turned to look, Holly would be out in the open. But there was still one more thing she could use: the gentle, rolling breeze through the taller patches of grass...
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Post by Deleted on Dec 5, 2018 4:18:34 GMT
So far so good.
She wasn't really aware of what the mikemon was thinking. She was still moving along with those tics that he was giving her; so far it seemed as though he hadn't noticed her but then that's when the tic stopped. The mikemon balling his hands together.
She had to freeze for a moment staring up at her father as she felt the gentle rolling breeze run across her fur. The taller grass swaying and rustling in the breeze; the environment itself was giving her something to work with and it was a lot more painstaking to move with it. She had to be slower, easing ever so closer. She'd bite her lower lip as she got close enough to where she could just easily pick her father's scent up without really trying...
She would use this span of time to get a good gauge of where the red scarf was tied. One of her claws slipping out of her paw so she could snag the fabric. She'd slowly but firmly stand up, taking in her father for a few long moments. There wasn't much stopping her here, on one paw she'd slide out her claws. Ready to slice at that fabric. The other balled into a 'fist'.
She'd follow suit with trying to make a rather nasty crack at the back of her father's head, the other paw following suit to slash through the fabric so she could grab at it. If she succeed she'd simply vanish from the spot, if she failed well... She'd probably get a firm talking to either way. Maybe a little rougher of a throw?
But regardless, she'd have to vanish. To have to start over again if he even let her.
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Post by Dr. Mikemon on Dec 5, 2018 5:01:47 GMT
Iris' conditioning, apparently, had made her quite results-oriented in this sort of thing.
Even as Mikemon sat still, he wasn't a passive participant in this game, his ears carefully scanning his surroundings. There was, of course, one factor that Holly couldn't control: the sun. She hadn't made an effort to make the doctor look in a different direction, so he still, somewhat, had a set of eyes on the back of his head.
Holly would slip in nice and close - and as her shadow would cast over Mikemon's back, the doctor would sense something different. The stance was more pronounced, more practiced, the angle the same as Holly's second attempt from yesterday. However, what really got to him was the chill he felt down his spine, the cat's head pivoting to see the Meicoomon behind him!
"Tch!" He moved on instinct - and yes, much rougher than in their prior practice. He'd try and take the chance to grasp onto Holly's arm, and if he succeeded, he'd once more try and flip her over the front, though that flip turned into a hard throw, one that might leave her sprawled against the ground.
And if that connected? The doctor would blink.
... That was... way too hard...
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Post by Deleted on Dec 5, 2018 5:09:10 GMT
Everything up to this point was leading into a fashion where she felt that success was practical. That it wasn't a direct give in but her effort was painted in that little red cloth, she could feel that brushing sensation. But she was unable to quite put everything together, but she couldn't put it into words how her father sensed her, how he even knew she was there.
She was startled to say the least and there was a moment of panic as she was grabbed, and that flip turned to a hard throw. She was winded without a doubt but her body like before reacted to this sort of stimulus in a fashion that she couldn't really explain.
And the doctor would see his daughter immediately sort of taken up in that light of digivolution. But it was far more powerful than a mere champion evolution. No it was something greater. Her body expanded, swelled and filled out her tendrils becoming long, her tail getting that stinger. Her fur that normally shared the orangish tint in the previous evolution switched to that of a black coloration, purple lines sitting prettily and these hauntingly deep blue eyes swiveled in anger to look at her father.
With a growl that spoke of anger and pain the Meicrackmon slowly stood up arms hanging loosely to either side. For a moment whatever his daughter was, was certainly not there. That pain making her digivolution a little more violent. And with a quite pronounced sound the doctor would hear those claws slip out of their sheathes.
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Post by Dr. Mikemon on Dec 5, 2018 5:16:30 GMT
Yup. Way too hard. Mikemon's eyes widened as soon as he saw that rough impact, the doctor sliding down from the rock to approach his daughter. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry! Just-"
Well, no, too late for that, it seemed. Mikemon's glove was quickly raised up, filtering out the bright light of Digivolution that broke out before his eyes, the fallen Meicoomon's power raising dramatically - not to that of even her champion, but ultimate. He grit his teeth, ears twitching as those claws slipped into place. Maybe Mikemon's words would fall onto dead ears.
But, for the first time today, she'd hear a stern voice inside her head: Calm!
Iris called out, a plea to her sense of self - and, perhaps it would allow the MeiCrackmon to listen for a moment. Listen to her dad's explanation: "Holly, please." He presented his arms and palms outward, not looking for a fight. "Let's talk it out..."
He sounded nervous. But, if she cared to listen, he also sounded sincere.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 5, 2018 5:21:48 GMT
Her breathing was ragged, her chest was heaving in a distinct effort. Eyes dialated and spun staring at her father in what amounted to a haze, she took a single uneasy step. A second ragged exhalation followed as those claws continued to slip out far past how they should of naturally.
Those words fell on dead ears, but the one inside of her head gave the meicrackmon a thoughtful somewhat powerful pause. She'd shake her head with a growl putting up a hand to it. Her back hurt, so did her chest and it ached and.... She felt something else knitting and stretching her body back into place.
Her hands jerked and spasmed, she had a few moments of lucidity seeing her father present those arms outwards. Speaking words that barely registered but that nervousness cut through that haze of anger and pain far quicker than any actual words could.
Her hands trembled as those claws slowly slipped back into the sheathes, her breathing still was ragged and that hand came up again clutching at her head painfully. One hand warded off her father like trying to tell him to stay away. Her voice sounded out, and was a lot older, less spritely. She didn't sound anything like her mother, nor did she sound anything like the one that was ultimately responsible for her mother's meicrackmon form.
"M-Mei...? Da...?"
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Post by Dr. Mikemon on Dec 5, 2018 5:28:02 GMT
Alright... alright, good!
The situation was tense, but at the very least, Holly managed to somehow reign in control of her anger. The doctor took Holly's advice, giving her all the space she needed as she drew back those claws, almost struggling to find her voice. But she found it: one that seemed older, more refined, and balanced. With that, Mikemon would give a nod, his own tone turning to one more natural.
"Honestly," the cat smiled, "I'm proud." He let that tone carry in the air for a moment, before explaining. "For a moment, I forgot that we were training. You'd managed to get right up behind me without me noticing a thing, and more than that, I felt a real sense of danger, right down to my bones. You took the training right to heart, and, well... accident or not, you made me respond with everything I had."
Lowering his arms, he took a careful step forward. "That's... ultimate, right? Do you feel in 'control' of it?"
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Post by Deleted on Dec 5, 2018 5:35:26 GMT
Holly's breathing slowly eased into a reasonable rhythm as she gave herself time to get everything balanced. She had to reign in that anger, that pain that was quickly fading thanks to her body's natural healing. Even this powerful she was still gifted with that regeneration? She felt her body moving a lot faster than her last forms, even further than what she was expecting of this form.
Her shoulders were shifting and moving as she slowly inspected her body. Along and timed with her breathing her tendrils seemed to be moving as well. One was flicking to sort of mimic her arm movements, while the other seemed more 'controlled' by simply sitting there as though waiting.
"You... told me not to hesitate. You.. gave me a lot of advice and things to think over. Syre's practice helped even if she didn't react in the same... Manner."
She'd exhale slowly, placing a hand over her face again and letting out a tense breath of air. She deflated like a balloon and fell to her knees, seeming a little bit like a noodle as she was calming down. Her anger was quick to be pulled and reigned in, as is she only had the vague sensation of pain.
"It's... Fast... it's really fast. Not just... In terms of a physical nature either. I don't really know if I'm in full control but..."
She'd turn her palms so that she could look at them, she felt winded kind of but what else could you really expect? She was able to go down pretty damn deep in her opinion and after a few moments she'd close her eyes breathing out a long somewhat cheerful sounding swath of air.
"I'd say so, once the anger sort of faded. Hmm?"
The meicrackmon tilted her head slowly and stared at her father. A question was poised and much like his daughter now she was curious.
"You have a danger sense...?"
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Post by Dr. Mikemon on Dec 5, 2018 5:48:35 GMT
"I know. Its clear you've worked hard, Holly - perhaps it was a bit careless of me to think that I could stay fully in control for this long."
He gave an apologetic nod. As the black-furred MeiCrackmon fully calmed down, and sat down on her knees, the doctor stepped in closer. A cursory glance showed that he didn't need to worry too much about her back or wounds, and Holly's tone suggested she was more curious about the form she found herself in.
She bounced right back to her playful self, after all. "Alright, just take it at your own pace. You should be able to feel it, that form has its own sense of aggression to it. And... hm?"
Did dad have a danger sense? Mikemon gave a blink. "Well, not so much a danger sense. I've always had an affinity for being able to sense data signatures, so I can somewhat tell when someone is being aggressive, silly, or exerting energy. Its not so much a premonition as it is 'sensing a data signal'. Though, the more dangerous ones are definitely easier to sense..."
Hm, come to think of it. "This is going to sound a bit weird, but, Holly, what was the feeling in your mind when you closed in for that strike?"
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Post by Deleted on Dec 5, 2018 5:58:53 GMT
"My progression has been anything but normal Da. I don't think either of us were prepared for this."
Holly sighed softly and ran a hand through her fur looking somewhat annoyed at herself. She should of expected a response like that and should of shown better control. But that anger... that pain had been overwhelming for an instant.
"I think that's the first time I've ever... been hurt without expecting it. Would explain the reaction."
The meicrackmon rubbed at her face and let out a sigh as he explained to her that she should take it at her own pace. She'd feel out towards the form and blink a few times furrowing her brow rather excessively.
"Past the frustration and anger it's much like the prior form. A little readier for combat from what I can feel, not as much in the way of... restrictions that my other forms place on me. Like this form is ready and raring to go, just needed a push."
This voice, this analytical nature? This... whatever this was was exactly what the others would of had to deal with when holly went into this 'phase'. But it sounded a lot more mature and a lot more ready. At his explanation of that 'danger sense' she'd nod.
"So your mental preparation and prior dealings were able to meet up with my attempt to get the scarf. An incorrect idea on my part thinking that getting it from you would be easy. You're really cool Da."
The meicrackmon blinked a little bit and flicked an ear. Slowly she'd put up a finger to her lips thinking back on what she felt when she closed in for that strike.
"To be honest I don't know how to explain it Da. The feeling I mean."
How could she explain it without sounding off, she'd furrow her brow and rub at her face again. To her that emotion, that sensation and feeling was just... Off? Maybe? She needed guidance on that; whether it came from her father or... other sources.
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Post by Dr. Mikemon on Dec 6, 2018 1:35:56 GMT
True, Holly's sense of progression was far different than the average Digimon. A month, and she'd already managed to not only reach, but evaluate her state in ultimate? Mikemon wouldn't have been surprised if he had to fight to try and keep her under control, and 'explain what happened later'.
But she understood it: her newfound instinct and her newfound sense in this form, one that was much more ready to 'fight'. "Hm. It might be useful to try and dig through your instincts there - sometimes, the lower forms gain something, at least mentally, when they manage to reach a higher one. I'm sure you could pull something like that off, here."
Aside from that, though, Holly remained as curious as ever. He nodded at her analysis, but blinked as Holly said that, well, she didn't 'know' how to describe it.
That, in a sense, made it more harrowing than it actually might have been. Or, perhaps just the right tone. "... At any rate, I suppose we're at your next step. Since you're already in ultimate, well, I want you to try and spend the next hour or so in that form. Idly, mind you - I want you to get used to simply 'being' in that form, without the assistance of adrenaline or panic."
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