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Gazimon
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Digimook
Posts: 89
OOC Name: Opal
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Post by Gazimon on Jul 18, 2019 19:34:29 GMT
"Yeah, rrrrg, fine, just plucky!" Gazimon's voice came in snarling retort to Desmond's question, already struggling to disentangle himself from the clawed and toothed grip his adversary was applying to him. It wasn't going particularly well as his own forelimbs lacked the rangle of motion to pull at him while he was grappled tight to him as such, leaving him to just try and shove with his hind legs while squirming and otherwise attempting to pull free. The composite mammal gave a brief bark of pain as his own attempts tugged at the digging fingers and bite.
He watched with pain-narrowed pupils as Desmond moved in to help him, slowly pulling those nasty little digits from his fur. "Yeah, yeah... Just... Quick, make it quick! Get the freak off me. This stuff don't last forever, y'know!" He demanded breathlessly, wincing even as he did and, as Desmond began to pull the Dracmon, Gazimon adds his own strength, shoving and trying to pull himself away in turn, mindless of the extra damage hastiness would cause--better than the little cretin going active again and still having his fangs sunk in. It is as he is grunting and pushing that Demi arrives, triumphantly holding the Digivice.
"Great job, little guy..." Gazimon grumbles, the words dripping with venom... Which, he hoped would be misconstrued as simply another layer of the pain already present in his voice. Something suddenly gives and the Dracmon pops free, accompanied by another brief shout of pain from Gazimon, and a distinct red spreading over the drab grey pelt around where those teeth had been buried.
"Great... Yeah, I'm just fine," He wheezed, still out of breath, Gazimon doesn't waste time whinging over the wounds of the untimely back-alley scrap, instead moving to immediately grab the Dracmon... Not swiping at him, but instead quickly dragging him over to the nearby shallow pitfall and shoving him in with his foot and a malicious glare. Just as quickly, he stumbles over to the trash can still nearby, dragging it with the sound of a scraping, banging metal drum... Before shoving it over the opening just before he knew the paralysis would be beginning to wear off. Then, fur still ruffled grey and flecked with hints of red where he was bit and where he swept aside the darts earlier, he haphazardly clambers up on top of the bin, using his own weight to try to keep the Dracmon trapped. Tired, he slumps, his eyes drooping closed and his shoulders and forelimbs drooping as well.
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Post by Desmond Edmund on Jul 21, 2019 12:50:42 GMT
As Desmond helped Gazimon remove the paralyzed Dracmon, Demi was now trying to look at how badly wounded the poor Gazimon was. He did seem to be in pain but not enough to stop him at dragging his rival away and putting the trash can on top of him. It was about then that the Dracmon could finally move. Unfortunately for him, he wasn't in a good position to kick or push the trash can so he just tried to move while shouting insults. "I know it's you, Gaz!" There was a fit of clear anger in his voice. "As soon as I get out of here, I'll throw you in the garbage!" Brute force wasn't his strength so giving punches and kicks weren't very effective. "I'll get you, Gaz!"
Meanwhile, Demi was now next to Gazimon with the Digivice in hand. It was easy to see that he didn't like seeing the wounded Digimon like that. "Do you need help?" He asked before looking at Desmond. The fireball turned his attention to his tamer and then back to Gazimon and back to his tamer once more. He then floated toward the human to give him his precious Digivice back. Desmond took it and saw that the blue dot was not there anymore. The beeping had also stopped without any indication of why it was beeping in the first place. He pressed a combination of buttons but nothing happened. The blond tamer sighed, that Digivice had a strange mind of its own. After placing it into his jacket, the human looked around him to see if he could find something heavy to put on the trash can.
"Let me get something..." After a few seconds of hearing the Dracmon still screaming bad words at his rival, Desmond managed to find a weirdly shaped concrete block. The block was round on one side but squared on the other. He took it with both hands to feel how heavy it was before deciding that it should be enough. He wasn't sure how heavy Gazimon was but it might just be enough. Taking the block with him, the tamer would wait for Gazimon to see what he wanted to do. Even if the block was not heavy enough, he now had his Digivice which means that this time, Demi could fight if needed. Although, he preferred to not engage in another battle. He wanted to make sure that Gazimon would be safe and rewarded as well.
"Thanks for getting my Digivice back." Desmond said to Gazimon with a small bow. "Without you, I'm sure that it would have been long gone. So thank you." Demi looked at his tamer and also nodded at the gray Digimon. "Let's go get a proper look at your wounds." The human suggested. "I know there's a clinic nearby, I think." He wasn't exactly sure of where he was exactly but getting out of those alleyways would help him greatly. He could ask a passing Digimon for direction as well. "Do you want me to carry you?" He asked as Demi went to poke the trash can. The Dracmon was still trying to push the can away but didn't manage to do much. "Gaz! I will delete you for this!" Hearing his annoying high pitched voice made the fireball laugh as he poked the can once more.
Desmond would wait to see if Gazimon would be willing to be carried or even to get to a clinic to get everything checked or not in the first place. "If there's anything I can do to reward you, please tell me. I don't have much on me but bits. If you need to buy something, I will gladly get it for you." And he smiled at the brave Digimon that helped him get his Digivice back. "Again, sorry for all the trouble I caused you."
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Gazimon
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Digimook
Posts: 89
OOC Name: Opal
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Post by Gazimon on Jul 22, 2019 14:18:06 GMT
Gazimon truly did look the worse for wear. Although his pelt hardly appeared pristine to start, flecked with red and the back alley dirt and grime of the scuffle, he certainly wasn't looking his sunday best. Still, it at least appears mostly superficial--there's blood, but it's not spreading further. The sound of Dracmon's voice seems to suddenly snap him from his tired pause, and he laughs, not responding verbally but instead by drumming his hanging feet on the bin.
The mammal digimon watched with momentarily unguarded jealousy as the floating fireball hovered the desired device over to it's tamer. He'd certainly missed his window, now, and even if he saw another opening for one, he might be hard pressed to make a getaway in his current state. He offered a low groan, which could just as easily be interpreted as a grunt of pain, before looking back up to the approaching Desmond and the weighted block he brought with him. He nodded, understanding, and slipped down the side of the thin-walled metal bucket to hold it in place as he set the weight, before allowing himself to lean slightly against it, drained.
"Yeah, yeah, don't mention it, ehe, big guy..." He murmured, just opening one red eye to observe him. Well, he guessed this kind of praise was nice. Not as nice as the raw bit input he could have made off with, sure, but at least it was something. "C-Clinic, huh?" He mumbles at the thought. It'd been a long time since he'd been to a proper establishment... What kind of records might they keep on him. "Heh, I've delt with worst on my own before, I don't need.... Rrrg..." He nearly collapses as he begins to walk away, drifting, momentarily, into a state of quadruped unconsciousness.
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Post by Desmond Edmund on Jul 25, 2019 18:01:23 GMT
As Gazimon told them that he had worst, Desmond and Demi looked at each other. The now unconscious Digimon did look pretty badly hurt. Seeing him collapse, the fireball quickly floated to him and stopped just one inch away from Gazimon. He poked him twice on the side to see if he going to react but he got no reactions at all. "Gazimon?" He softly said his name while poking him a few more times. "Gazimon?" After saying his name a second time, the DemiMeramon ceased his poking and turned around to look at his tamer. "Desmond? I think he is unconscious." The Frenchman went closer to the two Digimon and crouched down to take a proper look.
As soon as he got closer to the trashcan, he heard the Dracmon inside kicking and trying to get out of the trashcan. Desmond did not even take time to try to understand what kind of insults the trapped Digimon was shouting. Just mostly things about wanting to take revenge and how noxious Gazimon smelt like. "Let's get him to a clinic, I think that would be for the best." The tamer said before slowly lifting the Gazimon into his arms. He did not move too fast so that he wouldn't hurt the Digimon by accident. "Alright, let's go now." Demi nodded and waited for a second before touching the trashcan and heat the walls a bit prompting the Dracmon to make a high pitched sound. The fireball then floated to meet the human quite happy about what he just did.
It didn't take long for them to find a clinic after a few minutes of asking for direction. When they arrived, an Elecmon with a labcoat was sitting on a chair greeted the three of them and after seeing Gazimon, they put him on a bed and the kind doctor began examining the wounds. Desmond would wait a bit to make sure that the Digimon who fought for him was going to be alright. He waited there for a bit longer before asking Demi to stay with the Elecmon.
Desmond wanted to buy something for Gazimon. He looked around the various shop and ended up buying a beg bento box and a pair of pointy sunglasses that he thought it was funny. After buying the items, the blond tamer came back to the clinic and saw that Gazimon had now lots of bandages covering the wounds but he didn't seem to be in pain. The Frenchman stayed there, next to the still unconscious Digimon. He waited for something to happen and when he realized that Gazimon might just need that sleep, he placed the bento box with the pointy sunglasses next to him and wrote something on a piece of paper. "Thank you for everything, I hope you are going to be alright. I'll come back one day to thank you properly."
"Ps, You totally kicked that Dracmon butt." The last part was written by Demi who drew a smiley face at the end of it.
And with that, both Desmond and Demi left the clinic knowing that Gazimon was in good hands and that he should fully recover.
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