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Those Aren't Skeletons- Demon Lords 1F (Cross, Alice, Ayumi)
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Post by Bonetrousled? on Sept 17, 2019 2:26:16 GMT
Strikedramon let out a roar of frustration as her flames were deflected with ease. All of this fighting was clearly starting to get to her. Her stance was haggard and hunched over, her breaths were ragged, and her hair was a mess. "Nothing's wrong. I'm fine," she snarled. She punched the ground to punctuate her statement, cracking the tile with little more than her bare fist. "They all left. So what? Nothing knew about that. Just took them longer than it took most of them. New record, I guess. Whoop-dee-doo." She took a few more ragged breaths, then turned over to the basement door. It was clear she was conflicted. Seemingly, she wasn't even focused on Dorothy anymore.
". . . This party's seemed off to you too, huh?"
Sharp, biting laughter filled Cas' head. Clearly, the being in her head did not agree with her assessment. Me? No, no no. My prison lies in the southern reaches. I would never think to attend one of . . . these. Even in the basement, the noise would be far too intolerable, it explained. I simply wanted to help a mutual friend of ours. For all of my many failings, I at least seek to share kindness with those who need it.
I can tell I am not welcome here. I will leave you in peace. But perhaps when you see what my brother's keeper has done, you'll come to share my perspective. With that, the voice faded from Cas' mind.
SkullGreymon, perhaps, would've normally paid attention to Ayumi's ineffectual assault on Cas. However, with the great skeleton now reaching the basement door, he simply didn't have the time to entertain all of this. He let out deep roar, vertebrae rattling in a vain attempt at trying to get everyone's attention. Perhaps they would turn and look. Perhaps instead they would continue their feuding. Whatever happened, SkullGreymon turned to the door. His earlier gingerness was gone, replaced with a furious intent as he tore the basement door right off of its hinges. The harsh fluorescent lighting bathed the staircase as SkullGreymon began wedging himself through the entranceway.
The basement was far more orderly than one would expect from the anarchy of the party above. It was partitioned into a series of glass rooms, each of which contained a different Digimon. The room to the staircase's right contained a large pile of Burpmon, which drooled and giggled as they rolled into each other. The room to its left contained a Dinohumon, injured and weary yet defiantly punching at the cell. His best efforts had failed to even make an impact. A member of the DemiDevimon wait staff, cuffs around both his feet and his wings, sat balled up in a cell closer to the back right of the room. The back left cell was empty, but judging by the smudged tally marks all over the glass it had only recently been abandoned. Beyond these cells the room was practically bare, barring a door to the room's left and a door to its right.
There was one more, extra-wide cell in the back, although only half of it was illuminated. A viral MetalGreymon laid in the illuminated half, neither moving nor breathing. In fact, its entire body seemed somewhat deflated, as if it was missing a crucial component of itself. SkullGreymon stared at it, its entire body shuddering, before hesitantly reaching forward and pointing at it.
As it did so, a massive black talon shot out from the darkened half of the cage. The talon pierced right into the MetalGreymon's hide, any sound from the attack being blocked by the cell's heavy glass walls. Putting up no resistance, the MetalGreymon's head lolled as it was dragged deeper into the darkness.
SkullGreymon couldn't even bear to watch.
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Post by Cross on Sept 17, 2019 8:19:28 GMT
"Mother-of-buggering-fucks... Behemoth I need a distraction." Cross hissed through clenched fangs over her comm as she eyed the scene before her as suddenly Ayumi found herself lifted from the floor. The woman in the red dress's figure seeming to shimmer, rippled and tear, twisting as the code appeared to fight itself the scent of caustic data like death, steel, and hot ozone with it's wrongness filling the chamber. Until like a rubberband strained too far the being that held the girl aloft appeared to snap into place and the albino would find herself staring up into crimson gleaming eyes. "Kindly inform the Angels that I will be taking over this operation. This is non-negotiable." The Beelzemon spoke with a scowl as she gently tossed the human back towards the stairs with as much care as she could muster. "If they have complaints about how I deal with MY turf and MY people they can register them with my fist." She snarled as she pressed a button on the D-terminal on her wrist, the computer coming alight with the low familiar whine of a charging portal before she unclipped it and tossed the piece of tech to the Skullgreymon. "That'll open to Tenebrous. Evacuate the prisoners there." Cross ordered as the air above her seemed to shimmer and from it dropped the bone white hilt of a sword. The Beelzemon catching it with a quick snap of her tail as the whip like appendage wrapped about it, a blade of wind erupting from the hilt. 'You're very lucky I hate cages more then I do your hypocrisy' She silently growled before drawing her shotguns and launching forward with a snarl. Bringing the full firepower of her guns, and the tooth of a god down to bear on the furthest cage with a battle cry. Entrusting the rescue of the rest to the others as she concentrated on getting to the Virus Metalgreymon as fast as possible.
Meanwhile Behemoth's time had finally come. The bike turning from it's agitated circling of the block as it revved it's motor in a deep guttural growl. Burning rubber as it took off picking up more and more speed until all the bouncers would see was the baleful gleaming of red headlights as the bike launched up the steps, wheels spinning to crash with a roar of steel and spite through the front window of the party. Scattering bits of broken glass and party goers as it searched for the target of it's ire. A certain Demon Lord.
-Cross evolves to Mega and uses Azulongmon's Fang (Legendary Artifact) to attack the cage containing Virus MetalGreymon. -Cross charges her D-terminal to activate a portal and hands it to SkullGreymon. -Behemoth crashes a party.
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Post by Alice Alexandria on Sept 19, 2019 19:09:55 GMT
Alice heads down to the vile room with as much speed as she can muster, already exhausted as she reaches the bottom, having pushed herself too hard. "...What? No..." She arrives too late to see the carnage being done, but what she does see and experience sickens her to the very core, the mere human's mind comparing this room (or rather, what was left of it) with some sort of torture chamber or makeshift prison with a purpose best left not described. It is no less nauseating to her regardless, the green haired woman's breathing heavy. "...Well, I guess I was on the right track, but late to the punch. Guh..." She closes her eyes, trying her best to push out the worst assumptions she has. "I'm here to help, just... Give me a moment."
Back upstairs, Dorothy explains herself, both confident, yet nervous in the knowledge that things are not what they seem. "Yeah, this place... It ain't right." She tries her best to whisper to Strikedramon, her words tense, contrasting everything else about her. "...I was sent here to deal with this party and that big ol' B with my Tamer, that green haired dork. I gotta ask you a favor... Try 'n get as many people outta here as you can. Evacuate or somethin'. This place ain't safe, and..." She thinks back to Alice. "My friend probably, uhh... Needs me. I can feel somethin' bad is gonna happen." The witch Digimon gives the draconic one a friendly nudge, laughing to herself. "Next time we meet, we'll finish our brawl, how's that sound?"
Shortly after this farewell, she gives chase to her human counterpart, going so far as to call her broom and use it to descend quicker. "Sorry for bein' late! Had to deal with a lil' something..."
"It's good to see you, Dorothy... We all seem to be on the same page: Whatever is down here needs to be stopped." In the moment Alice uses to catch her breath, she attempts to grab Ayumi by the arm to stop her from going any further, the potentially possessed human the reason why she's down here in the first place.
Alice then turns her attention to the Mega level Digimon with a nod, quietly laughing to herself. "You seem to know what you're doing more than me. You lead, me and Dorothy will follow." As much as she hates to admit it, she doesn't fully understand the situation. "Feel free to fill me in on what you know, if you'd like. I'm just about ready to end this party once and for all."
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Post by Ayumi on Sept 24, 2019 10:18:40 GMT
To say Ayumi was displeased by this development was an understatement. The Digivolution of Cas did not faze her, she still tried to punch her, but before a single punch connected, she was tossed back to the stairs. She impacted, hard, and skidded across the floor. It tore into her fancy dress, and left a friction wound down her collar bone. And still, she snarled, her eyes glowing green, and she tried to go back. But at this moment, she was stopped. Solomon had caught up to her, and had digivolved to Devidramon. Alice had grabbed her, and held her in place, allowing Solomon to use his increased reach to reach beyond her thrashing arms. "I am sorry, Ayumi, but this is for your best." He then pulled out two ribbons...and used them to tie Ayumi's hands behind her back and her feet together. It was demeaning, yes, but Ayumi was clearly not herself. Even as Solomon carried her on his shoulder she tried to bite him. She may as well have tried to bite the ground. "Finally, she is secured. Thank you, Alice."
Now finally entering the back room, Solomon was struck silent. Suffering, all around. The Viral MetalGreymon in the back, sucked dry, now getting pierced. Ayumi was oblivious, but Solomon was fully aware. He put his other hand to his mouth, as if he was about to be sick. He turned to Cas, as well. "I agree with Alice. You lead, I will follow. But I request to have a hand in punishing the monster that did all of this."
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Post by Bonetrousled? on Sept 27, 2019 3:25:12 GMT
Strikedramon flashed an ear-to-ear grin, matching Dorothy's nudge with a nudge of her own. "Damn straight we are," she said. "If the big guy upstairs doesn't have my head for this, I'll be right down with you. Oh, and make sure Dracmon's okay, you hear? Sleepmon can take care of himself, but . . ."
Dorothy needed to go. Strikedramon bit her down on her concerns, flashing an uneasy smile. "Nah. Forget it. It's gonna be okay," she said. Giving Dorothy one last nod, she ran off towards the nearest table. It may've been full of catering and drinks, but a quick sweep of her tail sent them flying with ease. Undaunted, Strikedramon jumped right onto the table. "Hey! Everyone! This place smells like stale piss, and the beer tastes like it too! Let's blow this joint and head somewhere real fun." The tone in her voice was a little more threatening than it was inviting, but she was trying her best here!
Beelzemon sure didn't appreciate that best. He hopped out of his chair and stormed on over, tall enough to look Strikedramon in the eye despite her higher perch. "Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa! Not cool!" he said. "You can't just come into someone's party and start talking shit like that. You even know who you're talking to here?"
"Nope. Don't care, either." Strikedramon smirked, folding her arms. A hesitant "OH SNAP" rose from the crowd, before quickly being hushed by a few more skittish audience members.
Despite the disrespect, Beelzemon didn't lose his composure. Instead he stepped back from Strikedramon's table, holding his hands up in a gesture of appeasement. "Alright, alright. I see how it is," he said. He took a few steps back towards the window, not even noticing the low rumble coming from behind him. "I'll tell you what. We settle this with a dance-off, and once I've served your ass back to the egg, you consider yourself lucky that's all I've done. How's that?"
Strikedramon wasn't even looking at Beelzemon. Instead she leaned to look past him, pointing at the window and mouthing in confusion. That finally got Beelzemon's attention. He turned around, sighing in exasperation, only for a motorcycle to fly through the window and smash him right in the face.
He went tumbling back, but despite the inconvenience managed to land in a three point stance. He grit his teeth as he looked up at the bike, memories flooding back to him. "You again? Sheesh, how many times do I gotta tell you? He's gone and ain't coming back, so scram already!" he barked. He then reached up to his mouth and whistled, the piercing sound echoing through the entire room.
In the silence, the revving of another motorcycle was all too audible.
Down in the basement, SkullGreymon fumbled with Cas' D-Terminal. He shot it an uncomprehending look, but upon touching the button was shocked to see a portal open up in the Dinohumon's cage. The wounded warrior quickly ran in, shooting a quick wave in thanks. Next came the DemiDevimon's cage, the little bat not even undoing his cuffs before tumbling on through. That just left the Burpmon. SkullGreymon walked over to them, but after hovering his finger over the button for a good few seconds he gingerly set it down instead. The Burpmon didn't seem to care, content to roll around the cage and bump against each other instead.
Dracmon and Sleepmon watched as the others stalked forward. "I don't understand," Dracmon said. "We're in some hospital now, right? I mean, this isn't Beelzemon's party. It can't be. It's so . . . cold. And dark. And he's so . . . not, those things. It's all some mistake. It's gotta be!"
Sleepmon simply put his hand on his friend's shoulder, head bowed low. "Maybe he's trying to help them," he offered, but his voice was insincere. "But there's something not right here. And no matter how we do it, we have to help, right?"
Dracmon sniffled a little, but shot Sleepmon a weak smile. "Right." Slowly but surely, the two fell in step with their companions, SkullGreymon backing them up from the rear.
Cas was quick to lead the offensive, firing a burst of divine wind into the darkness. An inhuman screech, loud enough to shake the basement, was the first sign that she had hit her mark. Thick spurts of black liquid splashing into the light were the next sign. They festered and bubbled, a noxious odor wafting in their wake, before fading into blackened 0s and 1s.
A jet black arm launched out of the darkness, fumbling for Cas. Another blackened arm, this time with a birdlike foot at the end, followed. A skeletal arm shot after her next, followed by a chitinous red claw. They groped in every direction, high and low, left and right, to make sure that no matter how much she dodged they could get their hands on her. Whether successful or unsuccessful, the beast's head came poking out next. It resembled the lower jaw of a Greymon wearing the helmet of a Kabuterimon, with red hair splayed out in all directions and the unflinching, beady eyes of a shark. Worse still, it was absolutely massive: the horn on its head alone was the size of Cas' entire body. It looked directly at Cas, then came charging right out of its cage. Was it even an attack? Or was it simply running with all of its might?
Whatever the case, it hurtled towards everyone with the inevitability of a runaway freight train.
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Post by Cross on Oct 14, 2019 7:58:16 GMT
The arms were a surprise as Cross managed to dodge one, even two, but dodging out of the way of the second one brought her into the path of the third as she felt the monster's hand clamp around her middle lifting her up as easily as one might a doll as for the first time the Beelzemon stared into the face of her attacker.
"WHO THE FUCK THOUGHT IT WAS A GOOD IDEA TO STICK A CHIMAIRAMON UNDER MY GOD DAMNED CITY!" The Doctor screeched in utter fury before her head snapped towards Grey the SkullGreymon. Really once sure, but twice! Twice was getting unreasonable now!
"Grab your friend! I'll handle Picasso here!" She snaps out as she brings her twin shotguns to bare right on the Chimairamon's face and pulls the triggers as she draws on the data of her cards as not the normal rifle blasts of the shotguns erupt from the barrels, but the twin beams of MaloMyotismon's Screaming Fury attack instead. Aiming to hit the creature point blank in the face.
The bike, while certainly the Behemoth of the last acting Gluttony that this one had kicked to the curb upon killing it's former master, was not exactly the bike it had been when he'd last seen it. While perhaps not as flashy as was per this current Gluttony's taste it was clear Behemoth had a new owner and he was living up to his name because the murderous machine had been armored to the teeth and modified for war.
And to add insult to injury of crashing not only Gluttony's party, but into Gluttony himself a section of the bike's armored nose plate slid back and with a popping hiss launched a pair of flashbang grenades right. at. Gluttony's. Face.
As if it's opinion on the roadkill that claimed it's former Master's title really needed re-stating. He'd long since upgraded beyond the likes of this failure of a Demon Lord.
Cas uses DA-15
DA-15
Card Name: MaloMyotismon
Type: Digimon
Rank: Platinum
Duration: 1 Post
Screaming Darkness: The target Digimon fires two beams of dark energy at their foe.
Crimson Mist: The target Digimon breathes a red mist at their foe, causing dizziness and disorientation.
Behemoth uses Flash Bang Grenades!
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Post by Alice Alexandria on Oct 19, 2019 2:51:49 GMT
Everything in Alice's body is telling her to run, but she can't. Her disgust at this affront to nature, this mishmash of bits and pieces from random living creatures, is apparent just by the way she orders Dorothy. "Let's kill it..." She takes out her notebook without even thinking, expecting Dorothy to oblige and evolve to Ultimate, but it doesn't happen. She looks to her Digimon partner in fear, uncertain that the group's antisocial ally will last long in the grip of the horrendous, hulking freakshow of a Digimon. "And get you in harm's way!? C'mon, lemme handle this... Please. I don't wanna lose you." The look in Dorothy's eyes says far more than anything she could possibly speak, the witch able to tell just with a glance that this creature could easily kill anything lower than it, and with an already impressive individual already in its' grasp, there's even greater weight to the thought. "Trust me. I know I run off a lot 'n act like a jerk sometimes, but... This time, I'm bein' serious. Gimme the book." "...Stay alive for me. Thanks, Dorothy." Even in circumstances as dire as this, Alice hesitates before handing her notebook back, and slowly starts heading away from the monster's vicinity, knowing well that things will be far from pleasant. She eyes the other passages to the left and right knowing that they might be full of prisoners as well, or perhaps a control panel, but this thing, this jumbled monstrosity, needs to go first and foremost. For now, Alice isn't sure what to do, save for get out of the way and scan the hideous creature with her Digivice. With a glint in her eyes, Dorothy, on the other hand, seems determined to do... Something, knowing that she stands no chance against this abomination in her current state, and yet... She doesn't want to rely on Alice, the witch's eyes darting from place to place in anxiety before finally settling on doing the unthinkable and trying to instruct the others. "Sleepy, Drac boy, get outta here before this big dumb thing thinks you're a nice snack. Dork Queen, get the heck over here 'n help me!" She finally readies to attack, knowing that she isn't powerful enough to even dent this Digimon's thick hide or carapace, but in the end, she must try, a glint of rainbow colored light forming in her hands before bursting into a multicolored lance flying at the abomination's arm in hopes it lets go of the group's ally. It's the least, and most, she can do right now.
While Alice's uses the Field Club's Super Scanner on the unidentified Digimon, Dorothy fires off Fantasia Overdrive. SUPER SCANNER (Team Ability)
The Zaphkiel OS offers access to improved Super Scanners for scanning Digimon. After a post of thorough scanning, up to five of its attacks, alongside prior and following digivolution levels, and information such as attribute and families are displayed. Any information gathered with the scanner is immediately sent back to the database back at base and members are alerted to when new entries are available. The scanner can access this database and show any info desired once it has been saved. Solo Digimon are not excluded from these benefits, able to have the OS installed directly to their Digicore, though this only grants access to the Super Scanner and it's features.
FANTASIA OVERDRIVE (RAM UPGRADE 2) A spark of pure energy is utilized as the caster calls upon all their strength to fire an attack as powerful as possible for a Champion level to accomplish. This attack comes out in the form of a lance of rainbow colored light that penetrates most surfaces, shooting through most materials and shattering most non-Digimon things it touches into raw data.
Harms the user and prevents them from attacking for one turn afterwards, but does extremely heavy damage in comparison to a Champion level attack. Not affected by Spell Charge. Three turn cooldown.
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Post by Ayumi on Oct 29, 2019 19:17:46 GMT
The beast in the dark had revealed itself. And it had revealed itself to be a Kimeramon. Solomon froze. Kimeramon was one half of it. The beast whose existence had haunted his entire being. He no longer even registered Ayumi's angry thrashing and low, rumbling growling. A black light enveloped his body, his body changed, he seemed to shrink, from his head hitting the ceiling size to about Cas'. When the dark light disappeared, Solomon had digivolved. A shining dark knight of a Digimon, Darkdramon. Unflinching, he stared the raging beast right in the eye. They flashed in a bright, piercing blue, digging through its carapace, right into its soul. "Cease." Being confronted by a physical reminder of the thing that had brought malady over those he loved, all he wanted was for it to stop moving.
Solomon digivolves to Darkdramon!
Solomon uses Blue Eyes -Araphel- : Darkdramon flashes a blue light from its eyes, burying the opponent under the weight of their sins. Even stronger than Megadramon's variant, Darkdramon's stare can pierce even the strongest wills and paralyse them for one post. The attack does not work on enemies without a single shred of regret, however. The attack cannot be used again for three posts.
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Post by Bonetrousled? on Nov 1, 2019 0:07:39 GMT
Beelzemon was caught off guard by the flash-bang grenades. He thought he knew bikes like this inside and out, but clearly he could be mistaken! It didn't blind him in full, if only because he was well used to loud sounds and neon lights by now, but they left him stumbling back and straining to see. "Guess someone taught this old dog some new tri-" he started.
Before he could finish Strikedramon rushed forward, punching him right in the solar plexus. Flame sparked from her fist as soon as she made contact, and she twisted it to try and squeeze as much pain out of it as possible. It didn't stop Beelzemon, who leaned into the blow with teeth clenched furiously, but her tail swished in excitement as she landed a blow against a Demon Lord of all things. "I'm gonna give you three seconds to sit back down and reconsider that," Beelzemon hissed, leaning so close that he and Strikedramon were nose to nose.
Strikedramon raised her middle claw in response. "Reconsider this," she said.
Beelzemon promptly did reconsider, drawing a hand back and punching clean through her chest. Strikedramon's head whipped back and her arm fell limp, her proud middle claw now pointing towards the floor. In his hand Beelzemon clutched the Strikedramon's data core, its bright blue glow starting to dim slowly. He looked at it, shrugged, then crushed it in the palm of his hand. Strikedramon's skin slowly began to splinter away, the resulting pixels flowing into Beelzemon's outstretched palm and leaving nothing but a wire frame in their wake.
Needless to say, at this point the party was over. Some attendants fled the building, shoving each other away as they ran for the door. Some instead opted to sneak away, shoving food into their belts and pockets as they made their escape. Ogremon dove from the second floor window, clutching the massage chair as he hit the ground running. The only attendants left were Beelzemon, his house band, and a very angry motorcycle that came bursting from the crowd. This Behemoth was a hovercycle, sporting twice the flame, twice the exhaust, and what looked to be an LED of a MetalKoromon on its front panel. The LED looked directly at Behemoth as it power-slid into position, standing between its master and its prototype.
After revving up twice, Behemoth 2.0 charged.
The fighting in the basement was just as fast and twice as furious. Sleepmon cast the assembled team a worried look, but Dracmon was all too happy to heed Dorothy's command. "Don't gotta tell me twice!" he said, throwing down his bike, picking Sleepmon up, and pitching him into the bicycle's basket. He hopped on board and began furiously windmilling the pedals, kicking up smoke in his wake. "Bye, scary lady that fought my partner! See you soon!" Before Sleepmon could protest, the two sped down the passage to the right.
That just left Kimeramon. Or, rather, it left Kimeramon until Cas shot cleanly through his skull. The hulking Digimon dropped her and stumbled back as its head was obliterated into pixels. It threw its hand up to cover what little was left of its face, but there was nothing but a stump visible through the gaps in its claws.
As it stumbled helplessly, Alice would have a clean shot with her Super Scanner. Unfortunately, a clean scan didn't always translate to clean data. Her Digivice vibrated hard from the strain of parsing Kimeramon's data, a high-pitched whine echoing through the basement chamber. It took nearly a minute for the entry to even load, and by the time it finally did Alice would be greeted by a garbled mess. The picture seemed to be every Digimon previously scanned by the Research Club overlaid on top of one another, the image flickering as each tried loading on top of the ones below it. The Digimon's information was a mess, too.
Species: Variable. Type: Null Attribute: Composite Level: PerMeghild 2
Finally, the attacks seemed like little more than solid walls of pixels. Occasionally they tried to unscramble, but as they did so the Digivice started to get hot in Alice's hands. Perhaps if she didn't drop it, she would notice the words "Sodom" and "Gomorrah" occasionally flicker across the screen.
As this data parsed the Kimeramon thrust itself forward, roaring furiously towards Cas, Alice, Dorothy, and Solomon. With its hands lowered, it could be seen that Kimeramon's lower jaw had already regenerated itself. Pixels crawled up its neck and swirled around its head, starting to piece together the rest of its head as well. It reared back, winding up for a claw, only to suddenly freeze in its tracks.
By all accounts the Kimeramon seemed like a rampaging, mindless beast, and yet Solomon's regretful glare seemed to resonate with it. It stopped its motion, falling to one knee and propping itself up with a single pair of hands. It angled its jaw directly towards Cas, as if trying to look at her. "How . . . did you know . . . that move . . .?" it hissed. Its voice was low and guttural, yet despite the heavy pauses between each word did not sound savage.
In fact, it almost seemed to speak in a refined accent.
Combat Log: Beelzemon tanks a flash bang to the face and a punch to the solar plexus, rattled but not significantly harmed. In response he punches clean through Strikedramon, absorbing her data down to the wireframe. Behemoth 2.0 enters the scene, facing down its old mirror before charging full speed ahead. Cas destroys Kimeramon's head cleanly, but it already starts to regenerate. Fortunately, Solomon stops it in its tracks before it can muster up a counter attack. In lieu of fighting, it . . . speaks?
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Post by Cross on Nov 1, 2019 1:07:24 GMT
The female Beelzemon let out a world weary sigh as she stared down at this broken abomination of a creature where it knelt before her. Lifting crimson eyes skyward for a moment she seems to weigh something from where she stands, the tooth of a god clutched in her tail, the blood of a monster in her veins. Then Cross holsters one of her sawed off shotguns and extends a clawed hand to the downed mon.
"A question for a question. Why are you chained here feasting upon other Digimon?" One Monster asks of another hand held out in an offer of peace as she shifts to put herself between him and her allies. As much a shield to them as offering protection to him. For if Cassandra Cross had a weakness it was her mercy. Though if she had a strength it was playing for time as she bought Grey the needed minutes to rescue his friend. Though the Doctor is growing to suspect the shade she had seen was nothing more then a shed skin of the skeleton she'd adopted.
"Answer me that and I'll answer your questions." She says softly holding the creatures gaze.
"I've no taste for combat, but as you've seen I do not lack in skill." She states with an edge that makes it clear that death should he act against her is not a threat, but a promise.
Meanwhile Behemoth eyed the disgrace of a bike before him and if the murdermachine could laugh it would have. It's sleek black armored form exuding a sense of utter contempt and amusement as it's wheel's folded, it's own thrusters kicking in with a roar as it launched itself forward like a juggernaut heedless of glass or obstacles in it's way as it's nitro activated. Launching it forward like a deadly spear to smash into the overly flashy LED front display of the bike before him.
Unlike Behemoth 2.0. The original was built not for looks, but war. Something Cas had only encouraged.
Cas chooses Mercy and is buying a healthy dose of time.
Behemoth activates it's Hoverpads. Behemoth uses NITRO -Sometimes, you just gotta go fast. Activating this gives you a huge boost of speed for your next post, letting you zoom across the Digital countryside in the blink of an eye. Just try not to crash! After being activated, cannot be activated for another two posts. 3/thread limit
Behemoth uses Chrome Digizoid Armor -Solid armor plating, lightweight and efficient. Very resilient against physical impact, such as crashes, weather damage, and melee attacks.
Behemoth uses Battering Ram -Reinforces the front of your vehicle with either blunt force or a spike. Makes a vehicle adept at smashing into anything in your way, at the risk of damaging the vehicle. Using this on a Digimon above your level, or high-leveled Digimon in general, is not recommended.
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Post by Alice Alexandria on Nov 3, 2019 21:03:26 GMT
It takes every bit of willpower in Alice's body to not panic. The results of the scan fill her with a dread unlike anything before, as if she's seen something she genuinely should not. An incoherent, garbled mess of raw data, her Digivice heating up and displaying things that ought to be nonsense until the heat becomes too much to bear and she drops it to the floor, confused and horrified. "...Dorothy, get over here. Right now... For the love of god." with her heart having skipped a beat from the sheer shock of this turn of events, she keeps her distance, slightly pale.
Dorothy heads over almost immediately, handing Alice her Digivice back when it's cooled down enough, the screen still occasionally glitching, though not nearly as bad as before. "...So, uhh... Appears everyone is a victim here, that's kinda... Shockin', to be honest." Despite Dorothy's relief, there's a slight tenseness to her expression as she looks back at the amalgamation of Digimon parts, as if she's almost disappointed. But in the end, she knows that the current situation need not be escalated further. "Okay, so, uhh... Ya think the other rooms here are also full of prisoners?" The question is asked towards no one in particular, mostly a way to distract Alice from the walking violation of logic in front of her.
For a few minutes, the green haired woman does not respond, her expression hard to read but clearly stressed as she takes off her costume's hat. "This situation is tense enough." For once, she isn't sure what to do in the slightest, the situation down here seemingly being handled by these two. "...If it's anything you two want to know, using my scanner on this thing nearly blew up. It's... Literally buckling under the weight of its' own data from the sheer amount of things it's loaded, or something, I..." She falls silent after stating this to Cas and the others, seeming almost pained.
It's no use. She doesn't have the answer. "I don't know the full details. I'll go check the rest of this place for clues... Right now, the most I can say is that this might be the result of loading far too many Digimon. As for why, I'm not sure... Perhaps the Lord of Gluttony wanted to make something that could sate his endless hunger." The green haired woman decides to wander off without Dorothy or the others, entering one of the side rooms of the hellish facility if possible. She's got too much on her mind now, too many questions. She must know the truth.
"Umm... Should I go after her?" The witch Digimon rolls her eyes, worried but at the same time not willing to deal with her human partner's current mood. "She's been acting a lil' weird herself... You guys sure ya got this thing with the Chimeramon handled?" She asks, hoping for the best, but something doesn't feel right. There's a sinking feeling that she can't help everyone.
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Post by Ayumi on Nov 8, 2019 11:55:28 GMT
The freshly digivolved Solomon looked down at the regenerating beast. His heart was aflame with hatred by proxy. The hate he felt for the Kimeramon, was the hate he felt for the beast of the prophecy, the one that forced his parents to fear for their lives in prison. He held his Risen Demon Lance right to the beast's skull, ready to deliver the finishing blow. But then, it spoke. Spoke in a refined accent, no less. This was not a beast, this was a soul. Through the haze of hatred in his heart, the valiant knight shone through. He did not tear his eyes from the Kimeramon, and kept the lance trained at it, but he did not attack. "...speak. Who are you? Who did this to you?" Ayumi's snarling, thrashing and biting had become secondary now. There was no chance for her to escape from a Mega level Digimon's grasp anyway, no matter how deep her mind had given in to the Spirit of Envy by now.
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Post by Bonetrousled? on Nov 12, 2019 3:00:24 GMT
As the two Behemoths raced towards one another, it was clear that Cas' bike was the more robust model. Chrome formed armor on one bike, and flashy piping on the other. One's exhaust was for pyrotechnics, but the other's was for pure speed. Even the LED light on Behemoth 2.0 seemed oh so temptingly prone to shattering. Were the two bikes to simply joust at one another, it would be all too easy for Cas' to steamroll the opposition.
However, for all of Beelzemon's faults, he was a little smarter than that. Just as Behemoth 2.0 was about to contact Behemoth it shattered into a dozen pieces, Behemoth passing harmlessly through the cloud of parts. Behemoth 2.0 then reformed, not into a motorcycle but instead into what looked like a massive cannon. It swiveled in midair, then fired a devastating blast of plasma right at Behemoth from behind. Beelzemon, who had taken to midair to watch this battle of the bikes from prime seating, pumped a fist in victory at this cheap shot.
Once the blast had been fired, Behemoth 2.0 shattered once more. It began reconstituting itself into bike form once more, the lack of momentum leaving it a sitting duck for the time being. Would Behemoth be able to capitalize?
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"I . . . gotta."
This time, the voice that escaped Kimeramon's steadily reforming mouth was a lot different. It was youthful, almost childish, but with a tinge of desperation behind it. "It's the . . . only way. I-"
"Know your place . . . whelp," the voice from before hissed, venom pooling under its silky tones. "Such is . . . my right. My . . . destiny. My purpose."
After such a confident statement, myriad whispers followed. They were too quiet, too faded, and too dissonant to properly hear, instead faintly tickling the ears of those listening. The only thing clear would be that none of them were in agreement, talking over one another and making it even harder to discern their identity.
The whispering only stopped at Solomon's question. By now the Kimeramon's skull had finished reforming, just in time for it to stare Solomon dead in the eyes. "I'm . . . I'm me!" the younger voice protested, sounding almost alarmed. "What am I . . . supposed . . . to say? I just-"
The regal voice spoke simultaneously. "I am . . . your lord . . . one of-"
Before either voice could finish, the Kimeramon's posture grew rigid. It threw its head back, both voices howling in anger. Their voices swirled and blended together, giving way to an animalistic howl of rage. It fell back into a bestial stance, its lower arms and legs supporting its body as its upper arms flexed hungrily. It looked down at Cas, Solomon, and Dorothy, then reared up to jab its right arm into its own gut. Data spurt from its body as it tugged, making grunts of exertion, but soon enough it had completely torn its stomach open. Tentacles, resembling those of a blackened Gesomon, shot from its gut right at Dorothy. They grasped for her, glowing an ominous red as they grew closer. If they touched her, she would start feeling quite woozy . . .
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There wouldn't be any prisoners in the room to the right. In fact, there wouldn't be much of anything. Even the din of battle would fade to white noise as she crossed through the doorway. The only thing in the room that Alice could see was a small nightstand, casting a shadow far bigger than itself in the harsh fluorescent lighting. A book sat atop of it, caked in a layer of dust so thick it looked like a solid coating.
Were she to disrupt the dust from the cover, she would see it had no title. There was only a small, razor-toothed smiley face on center of the cover.
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Post by Alice Alexandria on Mar 4, 2020 2:28:34 GMT
Unaware of the things Dorothy is going through at the moment, Alice carefully approaches the book with hasty yet light steps, knowing fully that this grimoire, whatever it is and whatever it contains, is full of things she shouldn't know. Without much thought put into it, the green haired woman grabs it from the nightstand and opens it up, her curiosity far too great to keep away from... Something about the book is both too terrible and too precious for her not to look. "...Let's see what secrets you hold..." Page after page, she wants to see it all.
Not too far away, Dorothy witnesses true fear for the first time in her life, the horrendous innards of the Chimeramon being so abhorrent as to defy reason. As swift as she is with her broom, it's not fast enough to avoid it entirely, and while it doesn't touch her entirely, those hideous, monstrous red tentacles do touch the witch's leg just a tiny bit as she escapes, feeling lightheaded afterwards and gritting her teeth. Whatever that was... It wasn't pleasant, and now she's angrier than ever, charging up something dangerous just to get back at the creature, but at the same time... Not willing to attack just yet. "W-What the hell was that!? C'mon, answer me! Can't have been good!"
It makes her feel sick to her stomach. A nausea unlike anything she's felt before. Something unthinkably wrong and nasty.
Alice continues to flip through the pages of this forsaken book she's discovered until she hears Dorothy's shouts, finally regaining her senses. This is not good. Whatever she's stumbled upon is horrible beyond measure, and what Dorothy might be up against... Just as much.
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Post by Ayumi on Mar 5, 2020 15:48:07 GMT
Solomon's eyebrows rose as he listened to the beast speak. What...what was going on? What was with those voices? What is going on? And before he knew it, the beast manifested eldritch powers, digging into its own flesh to attack with it. This took him completely by surprise. So he was slow to react to its attack on Dorothy. "Ms. Dorothy, watch out!" The Darkdramon dove towards her and stood before her, ready to take the next attack if he had to. He positioned himself so that his lance arm faced towards the Kimeramon, with the other arm carrying the still thrashing and snarling Ayumi facing away from it. He too was reluctant to attack just yet, less because of the beast, and more because the attacks of a Mega level Digimon would be devastating in such a small space. Perhaps he could paralyze it. Perhaps this thing still felt enough emotion to feel guilt. His eyes glowed blue and bathed Kimeramon in blue light. "Kneel down under the weight of your sins, beast."
Solomon uses Blue Eyes -Araphel- : Darkdramon flashes a blue light from its eyes, burying the opponent under the weight of their sins. Even stronger than Megadramon's variant, Darkdramon's stare can pierce even the strongest wills and paralyse them for one post. The attack does not work on enemies without a single shred of regret, however. The attack cannot be used again for three posts.
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