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Post by Dr. Mikemon on Feb 19, 2019 3:08:19 GMT
Somehow, this had given way to a miracle.
Stingmon drew his tool backwards, sharply, as Mikemon was forced to stand back on his seat, the very-much wounded Beelzemon managing to somehow scrap her way to her feet. He could tell from a glance, of course: the data was still unstable, held in the throes of the grip of the Sovereign. Naturally, Mikemon had used more energy than necessary, so that the weakened core would not fall to a deficit.
Thus, it came without surprise that she was still groggy, and her words still rough. As he was addressed, Mikemon gave a nod towards her.
"Doctor."
He did not mince words, giving Cassandra her proper title, just as she gave his own. "Be cautious. Your form may be familiar, but you have been out for a while. Just back from the brink, in fact." As Mikemon spoke, the Stingmon stood with equal confidence - was he used to this sort of stature?
"What do you need?"
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Post by Cross on Feb 19, 2019 3:25:42 GMT
"D̷̦̙͉̫͒̔͑̋̀̕̚ō̶̻̱̝̗̲̰̦̱̝͖̩̙͊ͅc̵̘̝̳͈̞̣̱̋̋͜ͅt̷͚̙̞̙̘̪̠̗̠̅̀̓͗̋͑͆̄̇̔̆o̵̗̗̺̘̦͔̼̩̘̤͂̀̄͛̿̈́̓̀̃͌̚͘ͅr̵̛̺̅̈́͑̅͂́͂̿͒͑̔̍͝...?" The Beelzemon rasped their eyes going in and out of focus as the glanced down at their clawed hands. Pausing as they squinted at them their gaze seeming to slip over their gloved palms to settle on the face of the cat once more that radiated a dark and familiar power. Recognition sparking briefly in the creature's crimson gaze as they felt their stomach drop. Their power stuttering at the sudden realization as the world began to spin. "O̴̦͐̊̊̅́̏̀̆̾͆̃̄̓̒͘h̸̩̰͚̜̙̱̳͆̔̾͌̀̅̏..." They whispered as their knees buckled eyes rolling back in shock.
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Post by Dr. Mikemon on Feb 19, 2019 3:52:07 GMT
'Oh'.
That seemed about right, considering the circumstance. As the Beelzemon fell from shock, Stingmon easily caught the Mega in his arms, and for the next few minutes, it was a bit of a rush. Mikemon started to give out new requests, the Stingmon taking them in stride, and devoid of energy, Cassandra would likely feel an intense need to rest as soon as her head hit a pillow. At this point, several hours would have passed. Perhaps Cassandra would have had a restless sleep, or perhaps she would have been completely out of it to begin with - but in either case, she would find herself stirring awake at some point, on some sort of queen-sized bed, an IV drip in her left arm. The air conditioner in the room had been turned up on high, the whirr of the machine carrying through the ceiling.
And Mikemon? Actually... it would be Syre. The black cat sat on a nearby chair, changing a towel draped over Cassandra's head, whispering her dad's instruction to herself. "Check her internal temperature, keep an ear out for a flux in her data signal, change the towel every half hour..."
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Post by Cross on Feb 20, 2019 17:43:56 GMT
In the quiet of the room Cassandra could almost pretend. In the darkness behind her eyes she saw a different room, a different home, her own bed and ceiling. Mikemon fussing over her lightly. Cloak would shuffle in soon hovering like a concerned cloud until the Digital Doctor shooed him away. If she listened closely she could almost hear Dagger in the living room. Denryu and his team not far off. The General likely furiously working on some project or another. In the darkness behind her eyes she was home. In the darkness behind her eyes the vague flashes of pain so severe her mind could hardly fathom it and death, so much death didn't exist. It was all just a bad dream. One of her many many nightmares. She'd wake up now and it'd all fall away like the morning fog.
Only three crimson eyes opened rather then two and for a moment she felt sick for the shift in her vision as her mind tried to compensate for this additional visual. Only for her to register black fur instead of white and brown along with the sickening realization she could feel the air on her face as her stomach dropped with horror. Leaving her to bolt up right the second her brain registered the name Syre.
"D̷̨͇̋́o̷̯̣̺͍̐̉̿n̵̼̫͙̺͆̉̂'̴̨̛̼̼̦̓͑ṱ̵̡̦͑͘͝ ̸̨̜͇́ẗ̵̗̱ȍ̷̥̮̲̆̌͝u̶̻̍̿c̴͓̔ḥ̵̛́̒̏ ̵̗̹̖͕͒̓m̷̙̮̤̅͗͝e̵̫͍̘̎̅͋͗!" She gasped out vision swimming as a sick sort of horror retched it's way up her throat leaving her shaking and terrified at the thought that her Niece might catch her disease.
"F̸̬̈̌͑o̵̗̹̦̩͒̎r̸̞̺͂̒̂͜ ̸̧̡͎̩̟́͆̾͜ţ̸̤̲̍̅ḣ̴͎̫̻̻͈̃̓e̶̢̙̾͠ ̵͙̹͎̰̕͜ḻ̴̹̒̓ő̸̪̊͛̕̚ͅv̶̜͉͈͈̞̦̀̓̉͌e̵̲͋ ̸̺̍̍́̕̚͠ǫ̴̱͙̆͋̓̒̎̓͜f̷̧̜̜͚̪̋̏͊̉ ̴͇̓̀͆̐͝͠G̷̯̭̤͒̊̎̆͗̊ȏ̷̜͓͖͇̙͙̂d̸̝͙͇̻̘͌̈́ ̴̥͖͔͇̮̇̓͗̀͌Ś̵͖̾͜͝ÿ̷͉̜̘́͋͠ṙ̶̨̼̬̫͋͆̐e̸͖͙̫̼̬͒̚͘ ̷̳̓͆̔ḍ̷̗̪͐͑͂ȯ̶̞n̴͇̦̽̈́'̶̡̰̘̉̅͂̄ͅt̷͚̙̻͑̀̌͂̋͆ ̵̫͕͖͙͓̓͛̄́͝ţ̶̳͓̖̺̰͊ó̴̜͉́̕ǔ̴͚̾͘͘c̴̣̈̃̓ḥ̷̨̳̣̳̳̑̂̀̇̾͒!" Cas snarled baring her fangs at the little cat a desperate sort of fear flaring brightly in her eyes as she grasped at her collarbone searching in vain panic for the little activation button for her EV suit that had always been pinned there. Her clawed fingers instead closing around warm golden metal as she pulled her hand away to stare numbly down at the tag in her grip. The symbol inscribed upon it glowing with a soft light all it's own. A crest.
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Post by Syre the BlackGatomon on Feb 21, 2019 0:19:50 GMT
Just like she had done several times already, Syre prepared to lay a fresh towel down on the Beelzemon's forehead, only for the doctor to start awake. Syre paused - Cassandra seemed groggy at first, but it didn't take long for those eyes to lock dead onto her frame. Seeing the demon tense up, and even speak out in her defense, Syre called out:
"Easy, easy! I'm alright, auntie!" She pulled her hands away to at least comfort the doctor's immediate fear, her ears flicking at the sickening, crackling sound from the Beelzemon's voice. "Dad was right, you were going to be out of it when you got up. H-hang on..."
Hopping down from her chair, as the Beelzemon grasped around that weird pendant, Syre retrieved a simple sporting waterbottle from a nearby fridge, before coming back to Cassandra's side. "Alright, um... count back from three, then slowly try and sit up, doctor. Dad wants you to try and drink something. Here." She rattled it, simple ice water, setting it on the end table before slumping back into her seat.
"Don't rush yourself. Things are going to feel 'off' for a while."
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Post by Cross on Feb 21, 2019 2:50:08 GMT
Auntie... The word caught and tore at something within Cassandra's soul as she stared down at her shaking hands cupped around that little tag. She didn't know the symbol. Didn't know what it meant, but she released it all the same her vision blurring with unshed tears as she shakily turned to reach for the water.
She missed.
Her fingers instead closing on open air as she took in a soft ragged breath and shoved herself up on her elbows trying to lean back against the head of the bed to support herself before she tried once again. This time managing to grasp hold of the bottle as she practically tore the top off with a wince before take a few large greedy sips until her common sense kicked in. Leaving her sipping it.
Now if only she could remember how she got here other then just pain.
"W̵͓̻̽h̵͚́e̸̢̛̪r̶̤̬͌͝e̴̬̽́..." She spoke letting out a soft cough before taking another sip of water.
"Ŵ̴̺ḧ̷̩́e̷͍͂r̴̜̃ë̸̦́ i̸s̸ ̸e̵v̵e̷r̸y̸o̵n̵e̴?" Cas questioned the soft static twang slowly shifting to a discordant rumble her voice still rough, but better as she concentrated on forming the words.
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Post by Syre the BlackGatomon on Feb 21, 2019 3:45:17 GMT
Thankfully, knocking the water over wasn't enough to spill it, the water bottle simply tipping over on the table. Syre quickly righted it, giving a patient and kind smile to Cross as the newly formed Beelzemon hastily took it into her hands. The cat even forgot to warn the doctor about straining herself, simply blinking as the cap was torn off that water-bottle.
She blinked, ear twitching at that question. To that... the cat gave a sigh.
"Stingmon's looking over Carlos in the main medical bay. I... think most of everyone else got out of it just fine. A-and dad..."
The cat bit her lip.
"Dad's... dad's with K, upstairs, and sick as a dog. Apparently he had to use something called a 'Demon Pill' to stabilize your data. He'll be fine in a day or so, but for now, he's just going to be hacking up a lung..."
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Post by Cross on Feb 21, 2019 4:57:14 GMT
That...that didn't quite answer Cas's questions as she blinked slowly, first her two eyes, then that third eye a few seconds slower. Likely a defensive measure to ensure she couldn't be caught with her eyes closed, but why did she have three eyes? She could remember something about Mikemon, brief flashes of his terrified face before everything went black, but the memories slipped through her mind like sand through her fingers.
"S̸y̷r̸e̵...," She began voice whisper soft, the words sounding wrong on her tongue. Like a foreign language though she knew them. Knew them intimately, but all that came to her mind was...was something else. Something that was not this. The syllables of her thoughts more commanding snaps and screeches or lilting almost musical notes. Not this strange softened sounds.
"Where is Cloak and Dagger? Did they...whatever happened to me...did they make it?" Cas questions pouring every ounce of effort into making sure her words are crisp and clear despite the static edge that wants to bleed into them with her stress. As if making herself heard will make sure they are safe. If someone had loaded them...the thought alone makes her want to retch her claws clenching into the blankets digging ragged holes into the fabric with her fear.
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Post by Syre the BlackGatomon on Feb 21, 2019 5:07:20 GMT
... Oh.
Oh, that's what Cassandra was getting at. Syre's eyes blinked, ear flicking in recognition as the demon's words came through clear for the first time. The BlackGatomon took a moment, before she let out an audible sigh. What was the best way to answer this?
Screw it.
"Stingmon brought in two eggs earlier. They're currently being taken care of in the nursery. The data signals are a match." Syre wouldn't say it - wouldn't say that her partners didn't survive the explosion. Rather, she kept it on the positive, the BlackGatomon even managing a smile on her face.
Even as her claws nervously dug into the towel on her lap.
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Post by Cross on Feb 21, 2019 5:19:29 GMT
"Thank god..." Cas whispered the fight seeming to go out of the woman as her shoulders slumped leaving her leaning nearly listlessly against the headboard of the bed. Her eyes sliding closed as she drew a shaky breath and let it out slowly between her teeth in a soft hiss. Relief flooded through her veins like morphine, the questions that had plagued her falling away with the soft spark of hope that her partners even if they had been reverted to eggs had survived whatever clusterfuck had hit her.
She could remember a statue and light...then power. So much power she felt she was ripping apart at the seems dying and being born again with every breath....
"If you can find my Digivice in whatever rubble your Dad must have pulled me out of it can confirm it, but he's had their data samples on file for so long...if it's a match it's probably a match." She confirmed softly head lolling slightly to the side weariness wearing her down. The weight of everything she knew and had done and what she couldn't remember pulling at her limps like physical weights.
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Post by Syre the BlackGatomon on Feb 21, 2019 23:54:33 GMT
"Right now, we're just going to need to count our blessings that you're all alright. The Digivice can probably wait."
As much as it hurt to say, Syre was probably right about that. Seeing Cassandra lie back against the headboard, the BlackGatomon stepped on up, and carefully adjusted the pillow behind the Beelzemon's head. It was probably better for her to be sitting up as it was right now. "Sorry, things are going to be slow for a bit. Dad's completely out of it, and Holly's 'with Dark', so its just Stingmon running the show for a bit. Let me know if you need anything, and I'll call the bug over if it gets too bad..."
As Syre spoke, her eye caught the tag around Cassandra's neck. Huh: "Interesting - the mark on it looks like the same kind you see on armor Digi-Eggs. Where'd you find it?" Honestly, it seemed a bit too 'fancy' to be Cassandra's normal flair. Did it come with the Beelzemon form?
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Post by Cross on Feb 22, 2019 2:05:29 GMT
"I'm fine. Just tired. Just really tired..." The Beelzemon sighed out not thinking twice about Syre's excuse in regards to her digivice at the moment. Her head felt like it was full of cotton and she admittedly was left wondering if anyone got the number of whatever truck must had hit her to leave her feeling this rough. "I like the bug. He's a good bug." She muttered half cracking a smile as she thought of the patient and stubborn Stingmon. She wondered yet if he'd caught onto the fact that nothing he drank ever went on his tab.
Though Syre's question was enough to rouse Cassandra once more as she cracked an eye open squinting in confusion at her Niece and then back down to the digi-chrome tag that hung about her neck on a silvery chain. "I thought you put it on me or Holly. She likes to do those little 'get well' gifts, but if she's with Dark..." The Beelzemon trailed off with a slow shake of her head picking the tag up by two clawed fingers and holding it out to Syre though the chain remained firmly about her neck. Seeming oddly resistant to being removed.
"Your guess is as good as mine in regards where it came from."
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Post by Syre the BlackGatomon on Feb 22, 2019 3:26:30 GMT
"A good bug, yes. Weird, but good."
Syre managed to match that smile, but her curious question on the crest had a different effect. Interesting... was it on her when she came in? Was it something that dad gave to her for some medical reason? It was hard to say. "A-anyway, sorry about that. Please, get some rest."
And for the next few hours, not much would change. Syre might have some small talk with the Beelzemon if she was feeling up to it, but the BlackGatomon would spend much of her time reading a book, catching up on her studies, occasionally penciling down a note or two in the notebook or right in the margin. Cassandra's 'crackly voice' would become less and less prevalent over time...
... And right before the evening, the door would open, the Stingmon letting himself in.
"Oh, um, evening sir!"
"Mhm. The cat wanted me to check up on you after everything this morning." Directing the second part of that comment to the doctor, the Stingmon would step forward, setting a bag off to the side as he carefully looked over her condition. "Anything especially bothering you, at the moment?"
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Post by Cross on Feb 22, 2019 4:45:47 GMT
"Not weird. I'm weird. He's just stoic. Cloak's the same way. Probably why he prefers Stingmon as a drinking partner." Cas grumbled out softly, but despite her curiosity her eyes had already once again begun to grow heavy. As Syre propped her up with pillows the Beelzemon made no move to fight the gentle help. Instead her head lolled slightly to one side her breaths growing slow and deep once more as she drifted back off. Exhaustion claiming her in such totality that were it not for the occasional twitch and growl as dreams plagued her otherwise peaceful rest one might have thought she was dead. Not even the mystery of the crest fastened around her neck enough to keep the usually curious Doctor awake.
In the end she wouldn't rouse until Stingmon entered the room and even then she only stirred enough to blink open one groggy crimson eye to stare in mild confusion at the bug before she remembered where she was. "Stingmon~" She sang out flashing him a rather loopy fanged grin her words a bit on the slurred side. "I feel like I've been hit my a truck or maybe a trailmon..." She spoke trailing off with a vague look of worried contemplation as she ran a hand over her face pausing in slightly confusion as her palm impacted against armor leaving her hand to bounce off her helmeted head and the Doctor all the more puzzled for it.
"Fuck...did I get into a fight with a Trailmon?" Cas questioned glancing up at Stingmon concern beginning to filter into her half-lidded gaze.
"More importantly did I win?" She asked with a grin she didn't quite feel.
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Post by Syre the BlackGatomon on Feb 22, 2019 5:27:39 GMT
Hit by a Trailmon?
"Trust me, that's a vast improvement over the condition you were in." The Stingmon gave a careful nod, looking on as that hand 'bounced' off of her head. Regardless, he prepared a stethoscope: "I'm just going to run through the motions here. Unlike our fine orange cat, I'm not able to detect things at a glance."
But he was still skilled enough. Starting by checking her pulse and her breath, indicating for Cassandra to take deep breaths as necessary, the Stingmon kept with the banter. "Not exactly a Trailmon, but you got about as close to winning as you could have. Left ear looks fine..." And her eyes were operating normally. It didn't take much to make the diagnosis: a battle-worn Beelzemon who was on the mend, and would be back up on her feet in about six hours.
To that note, the Stingmon briefly stepped out into the hall, grabbing a basket. Bananas, apples, a sandwich - basically a packed 'lunch' was set on the table. "Eat up, sleep in. Right now, you're doing better than Mikemon."
"Is it... that bad?"
"His fever broke about a half hour ago, so he'll finally be able to get some actual sleep. Compared to an Impmon we know, he's doing far better coping with those pills."
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