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Post by Deleted on Oct 9, 2019 22:07:38 GMT
The hushed tone of her craft as it sped through the atmosphere reminded silence of the irony of her name. The gentle tug of the air against her large airship was lost as they eventually blasted through the atmopshere and into the depths of space. She'd run her hands along a few of the controls, changing the trajectory of her craft as it rose through the small bits of debrie between her and the moon.
The sleek and simple design of her transport cut a path through what little problems there was and she was eventually gifted with the sight of the moon in full view of her front most window. The shutmon shifted and placed a hand on her cheek, staring at the quickly approaching rock. Something felt off to her and she couldn't quite place it. The radio silence perhaps? Or the fact that she was alone in this endevour. Zephyr had said that she didn't want to go to space and the shutmon couldn't blame them. She'd tap her fingers on the steering controls and adjust them ever so slightly as she noted that the speck that was the base had gotten much larger much quicker than she anticipated.
She'd have to adjust a few times over and slowly but surely would she be able to line up her craft with that of the open ended hangar of the terminus moon base. She'd pump the craft's landing gear mechanism and turn the thrusters to low before making her descent properly. There was a soft reverberation through the hull as she managed to land without guidance from the base's navigation computers and she'd frown as she noted that not only were the chatter absent... so was the greeter Andromon that usually came out to address guests.
She'd have to be careful here, no telling what there was in store here. The shutmon pushed herself up from her chair, the reduced gravity from the moon making it easier for her to move around in comparison to where she normally kept herself. It was kind of odd as she floated through her ship, gently pushing off of bulkheads to reach her docking portion of the ship. Without the automatic features of the base she was forced to pry open her doors herself. Which meant the pressure of her cabin would suck past her as it equaled out with that of the bases; causing her cloak to billow forward almost throwing her forward along with it as the material was far heavier than your average cloak.
With a huff the shutmon glanced around, the destroyed body of the andromon gaining her attention immediately. It was only the upper half, the lower half must of been elsewhere but the shutmon didn't pause to consider where that would be. She'd hop down, slowly falling to the ground before bounding over to the floating metal body. She'd tug the body down blinking to herself as she noted the sheer force that would of been required to break them apart... Or was it something more sinister at work?
"Explains why I wasn't greeted... Better go check the bridge."
The shutmon gritted her teeth and set the droid down, tying them to a crate so that they wouldn't float away and potentially damage her only way off the moon. With a soft exhale she'd trot towards the hangar bay exit hoping that someone was around to give her some answers... If not this was going to be a long somewhat twisted trek that she wasn't entirely sure if she was ready for!
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Post by Kenny O'Hara and Skadi on Oct 12, 2019 4:10:27 GMT
If Silence thought she was going to be alone on her little trip today, she would be sourly mistaken. For you see, another individual had reached the moon way earlier than she did. And to make a long story short, he had been a little busy... scrounging the place for supplies, to put it lightly. The Ultimate-level Cornixmon grunted as he tossed the useless scraps from the Andromon away, while pocketing the useful metal he managed to salvage from them. Pathetic creature didn't even put up a fight for even a moment. He simply trounced them without a second thought. And oh how he pleasured himself watching that pathetic pile of junk plead for his life. He didn't even bother to just let him die then and there. The Andromon was barely clinging to life as he took the bottom half of his body. Not a single fingerprint was left upon them; it was all the work of his trusty daggers. As he proceeded to wander off, leaving the scraps out to rust away, he turned his attention to the sound of a spacecraft landing onto the surface of the moon, followed by the appearance of an odd, albino coloured Shutmon emerging out of the ship. From far away he observed her actions, and the first thing she spotted had to be that blasted Andromon he left to die, of all things. Damn. If she found out he was the cause behind all this, then he would be screwed beyond belief. That Shutmon had to die. Not that he minded. He pictured himself standing over the wolf triumphantly, while she, on her last legs, was pleading with him to kill her, just to put her out of her misery. All the while, he would deny the mangy dog's request as he proceeded to skin her alive, rip out the blades on her arms and leaving her to die, a cold, miserable, pathetic wreck, all alone on the moon, while he went to take what he could from her craft. That was enough to make his heart race with excitement. But he had to pull it off perfectly. Ever so silently, the Cornixmon would slink off in the distance, not making a single sound, while keeping an eye on her. He made sure not to make too much of a noise, lest he get caught. As Silence approached the hangar bay exit, he made himself scarce within a nearby crater behind her. For a moment, he let her do whatever she wanted. Then, he let out a soft but audible rattle with his tail. It wasn't enough to throw her off, or to completely disorient her, but it was enough of a warning, telling her how screwed she actually was, and a quiet taste of what she was in for today. He was going to make her regret her very existence by the time he was done with her. And by Yggdrasil was he going to relish it for all his worth. He just quietly cackled to himself, only being drowned out by the rattling.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 12, 2019 4:21:50 GMT
Silence knew not about the Cornixmon that was observing her, or that he was even responsible for the place's attack. She'd grit her teeth and kneel to check some of the combat scars on the area. The andromon bullets were practically everywhere but what would of been fast enough to avoid them? Were they even firing at something that existed properly? She didn't know much about the creatures on the moon other than the fact that they were often strange in both ability and demeanor.
"Tch... Either they were seeing things or this place is gonna get a lot more interesting quick..."
The shutmon grimaced a bit and flicked her ears as that soft audible rattling picked up. She'd blink a few times and she'd glance around; her arm blades switching from their sheathed position to that of their 'attack' position. The blades coming out of their holsters for the most part; she seemed somewhat skeptical about what she was hearing or how close it was.
She had to find the source of that rattling, it could be someone needing help but using that to sort of mimic something or perhaps it was the sort of warning system this base had? She didn't know. The shutmon flicked her ears around trying to find where the rattling was coming from and with a small somewhat relaxed shrug she'd step towards it, her blades at the ready.
"Come to think of it... do andromons even have warning signals...?"
The shutmon didn't know the answer to that one either, she knew that they had a closed loop with others of their kind that were made around the same time but that was it. It wasn't mechanical enough for her to really put it to an Andromon though either; it sounded a bit too natural? Then again they got closer to being 'perfect' every-time that they digivolved too...
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Post by Kenny O'Hara and Skadi on Oct 12, 2019 9:50:16 GMT
Living up to his assassin demeanour, the Cornixmon would keep an eye on his target at all times. He loved a good mind game or two, and by confusing the enemy, he could easily wear them down faster as they strained their mind figuring out just who was pulling the strings around here. He silently observed the Shutmon as she unsheathed her blades and looked around, and as soon as he was sure she wasn't looking, he quickly snuck off quietly to another nearby crater, a hidden grin spreading across his face, as if the Shutmon checked the first one, she would find nothing of note indicating of his existence.
With his target seemingly distracted, he pulled out his 2 treasured daggers and gripped them tightly in his grasp, while whispering a single word to himself, "Showtime." He swung out his daggers one at a time in succession like a pair of boomerangs and they flew and span through the air with a quiet whizzing sound, one aiming to slice at the backside of the gullible, butterknife wielding, overgrown puppy, the other at the back of her neck, with one clean slice on each area.
No matter if it hit or not, they would immediately return back to the Cornixmon's palms, which he caught by the handles with immense ease. No matter if the attack had hit her or not, the Shutmon had fallen directly into his trap, and was now ripe for the killing. This would be one lesson that Silience would never, ever forget.
The Cornixmon goes for a sucker punch onto Silence with his attack, Chronicle Gear, by throwing his daggers aiming to slice Silence by her backside and neck.
If this attack hits (if at least one blade strikes Silence), the passive Increasing the Pressure will increase his attack and accuracy by 5% and 2.5% respectively.
Chronicle Gear: Slashes at and stabs the opponent with his daggers. When the serrated edges strike a surface, they generate energy akin to a gear’s teeth scraping against that surface, increasing their sawing ability. He can use them either up close, or throw them at the enemy like a boomerang, returning them to him without much issue. (1 post cooldown)
Passives: Increasing the Pressure: For every post this Digimon is able to inflict direct damage (not by anything like traps or poison), he gets a 5% boost to his attack and 2.5% to accuracy, up to a total of +50%. However, if he cannot successfully deal damage that post, his attack and accuracy decreases by -5%. This cannot go below 0%, however.
Cooldowns: Chronicle Gear: 0/1
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Post by Deleted on Oct 12, 2019 20:07:32 GMT
That rattling ended up leading her to simply and empty crater. The shutmon frowned lightly and kneeled to check it out. She could tell that there had been something here, some of the scuff marks were fairly recent but... Well honestly it was hard to tell if anything had been recent here really. She'd grit her teeth and sniff at her finger after checking the crater's edge. There was a mix of scents on it and most of them were fairly old... Though one was fairly new, the andromon maybe? No... That didn't seem right. She'd mull over this, the quiet whizzing sound causing her to blink lightly. She only managed to pick up on it moments before the first dagger sliced at her backside. It was maybe three fourths of the way through it's motion before the wolf whirled; if there was one thing that the Assassin would pick up on it was her incredible reaction time. Unlike her previous iteration that would of likely been too slow to react to the assassin's first or second attack her own blade came up with a descive clang as her own blade stopped the second one. She'd watch it return to where it had come from and narrowed her eyes. Silence felt her backside ache a bit as she could feel just how deep that dagger had gone. With a growl the shutmon dragged her fingers across her forearm and down one of her fingers. A moment later a sizable single handed sword sprung out of her energy, the arm blades slowly sliding back into their sheathed position. They were good and all but... Nothing quite beat the shutmon's summoned blade. And in response? Well she'd launch a single wave of energy at the Attacker, she could smell her blood and that made her quite irritable. The Cornixmon was something she had never seen before and she'd much rather ask what was going on here but... She was pretty sure he was the reason why nothing was going on here. If he had been someone from this place normally he would of approached her right? Log: -Silence takes one of the Chronicle gear dagger strikes while parrying the second. -Silence uses The Seventh Key and launches an energy wave at Cornixmon! Passives: Oathbreaker: Vaccine types take increased damage from this digimon.
Bound: Using it's powerful legs, this digimon may treat even air as solid ground. Allowing it to basically "fly" Move: [RAM UPGRADE GIGA]The Seventh Key: A Gift from her last iteration, for unlocking the potential that she was capable of. This ability is naturally represented by digital coding on various parts of her body, one on each of her arms, legs[Dragon, Space, Sword, Silence] and a seven pronged key on her chest in light blue Luminescent pattern. This ability allows her to draw forth a saberk unlike any other, one that bleeds into others of it's kind to strengthen them if they are present while also allowing a blade of it's own use if she deigns so. This saberk is capable of being any weapon, capable of shooting out energy waves or projectiles and lasts until broken or dismissed. To enhance a present saberk she must invoke this ability separately. The range on the energy blasts/waves differs level to level for melee 15/50/150/300/1000 and ranged weapons 30/100/300/600/N/A respectively [Measurements done in feet]. Additionally if a physical weapon is present on a form this saberk variant may empower them instead.
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Post by Kenny O'Hara and Skadi on Oct 13, 2019 6:26:52 GMT
A smug smirk emerged on the Cornixmon's face as the first blade successfully made contact with the Shutmon's fur, and it only grew as that oversized fleabag managed to parry the second one. If Silence thought he was gonna be deterred by that failed strike, she'd be sorely mistaken. In fact, it would make his inevitable (at least to him) victory all the more sweeter.
He felt ready to deal with whatever the Shutmon had in store for her, as he readied his stance, hidden away from the fellow Ultimate's view, and so, he kept his sight onto her. Watching as she sheathed a giant energy sword from just out of nowhere. What he fully expected was for the Shutmon to charge up to him, guns a-blazing, leaving her open to a well timed stab with a poison dagger.
But instead, as he watched as the wave of energy careening towards him, he reaffirmed his stance, ready to move out of the way. But as soon as he jumped, the wave of energy hit the crater, causing quite a small explosion, which, unfortunately for him, he found himself struck by onto his body. So the Shutmon wasn't just going to roll over and die. Good. It wouldn't be as satisfying if she ran out with her tail between her legs.
A wave of smoke emerged from the crater as the Cornixmon landed back onto a kneeling postion, albeit finding himself wincing a little in pain. While the smoke had obscured him slightly, his smirk never faded, as he got back onto his feet, he finally addressed the Shutmon for the first time, "Not bad."
Cutting through the smoke came out a series of six hooks flying at her fast, aiming to slice deep into the Shutmon's fur and wrap around her feet. If she even thought about escaping, she would be sorely mistaken. This battle was his for the taking, and he would make sure she would regret the day they crossed paths.
The Cornixmon is hit by the explosion in the crater caused by The Seventh Key while attempting to escape. He responds by using Chaos Railing to bind Silence's feet, to damage her and to restrain her for the next post.
Chaos Railing: Throws out 6 hooks from his hands (3 on each side), which are attached to almost invisible metallic threads. These threads are attached to him at all times, and as the hooks themselves deal damage to the opponent at high speeds, their real benefit is binding the opponent, keeping them stuck in place for the post. However, while they can still attack, they are left at his mercy. (2 post cooldown)
Passives: Increasing the Pressure: For every post this Digimon is able to inflict direct damage (not by anything like traps or poison), he gets a 5% boost to his attack and 2.5% to accuracy, up to a total of +50%. However, if he cannot successfully deal damage that post, his attack and accuracy decreases by -5%. This cannot go below 0%, however.
Buffs/Nerfs: Increasing the Pressure (5% Atk./2.5% Acc.): See above passive.
Cooldowns: Chronicle Gear: 1/1
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Post by Deleted on Oct 13, 2019 19:53:06 GMT
The shutmon grimaced a little bit as she felt the stinging sensation of that first attack on her back. She couldn't help but want to scratch at it, it ached in a way that she didn't really particularly enjoy. She had taken all sorts of attacks before but largely had avoided bladed attacks. She had to admit that she felt a touch bad about those she had to use her own sharp blades on. She had guessed right in the position of the opponent that had attacked her, though what she didn't expect was the general view that she was gifted with. The smoke made it hard to see what exactly was attacking her and she'd grit her teeth. Her ears flicking as she heard him... praise her? Maybe? The shutmon's eyes narrowed a bit and she'd take a step forward. The six hooks that flew out of the smoke certainly wasn't what she was expecting, the shutmon shifting and wincing in pain as she felt them sink into her fur and flesh. She'd growl a bit as she found she couldn't move from her spot, her feet refusing to move thanks to the bindings. Her balance and stance was off a little bit but... The shutmon inhaled deeply, drawing in energy from her core and around her. Light streaming in and out of her gullet for a few moments before it reached a gentle crescendo of dancing flare. She'd snap her mouth shut, drawing in further and further before her mouth was practically forced to open by the sheer amount of energy she had gathered before letting a beam fly out towards where the hooks had come from. If she hit the crater area that these came from the ensuing explosion was reasonably sized enough to likely blow away that smoke and deal damage to the person who had attacked her twice now. The second chain of explosions would rain down afterwards, one or the other would hit She figured. To this attacker she had no real idea what to say to him, she didn't know his motivations and didn't know if she was just fighting a silly battle against someone who didn't have the worst intentions. So she had to take it in stride; that meaning of course she couldn't hold back either! Log: -Silence takes Chaos Railing, unable to dodge the quick attack thanks to the smoke from her previous one. -Silence uses buster beam on the general area that Cornixmon is, hoping to hit him Passives: Oathbreaker: Vaccine types take increased damage from this digimon.
Bound: Using it's powerful legs, this digimon may treat even air as solid ground. Allowing it to basically "fly" Ongoing effect: [RAM UPGRADE GIGA]The Seventh Key: A Gift from her last iteration, for unlocking the potential that she was capable of. This ability is naturally represented by digital coding on various parts of her body, one on each of her arms, legs[Dragon, Space, Sword, Silence] and a seven pronged key on her chest in light blue Luminescent pattern. This ability allows her to draw forth a saberk unlike any other, one that bleeds into others of it's kind to strengthen them if they are present while also allowing a blade of it's own use if she deigns so. This saberk is capable of being any weapon, capable of shooting out energy waves or projectiles and lasts until broken or dismissed. To enhance a present saberk she must invoke this ability separately. The range on the energy blasts/waves differs level to level for melee 15/50/150/300/1000 and ranged weapons 30/100/300/600/N/A respectively [Measurements done in feet]. Additionally if a physical weapon is present on a form this saberk variant may empower them instead. Move: Buster beam: This digimon may shoot a beam from it's mouth, which upon contact of a solid surface explode, showering down several smaller beams in a small ring around it. The initial explosion is fifty feet in radius, while the smaller ones are ten feet in radius. This main explosion is much stronger than the smaller ones, while trivial to some can quickly add up if not careful. This move may be used every three posts. Cooldown: BB: [0/3]
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Post by Kenny O'Hara and Skadi on Oct 14, 2019 6:56:37 GMT
His prey now trapped by the 6 hooks, the Cornixmon felt quite... triumphant, to put it bluntly. With the Shutmon now stuck in place, he was ready to pull off his next move, just so he could twist the knife a little further, both figuratively and literally. Tightly grasping onto his trusty daggers, he slowly approached his current victim...
Then a flash of light, followed by emerging from the Shutmon's mouth quickly grabbed his attention. And that was where a huge flaw of his strategy of his started to rear it's ugly head. You see, those binds were mainly to latch onto enemies so he could approach enemies easily and go in for the kill. And while he could do this easily with physical attackers, special attackers were a completely different story.
Immediately, he forced himself to release the binds off the Shutmon just as she let out a powerful laser beam, and threw himself over the side and onto the ground, in a bid to dodge the beam itself. What he didn't anticipate, however, was what would happen next. Another, larger, explosion started next to him enveloping him, and he winced heavily in pain, as the flames enveloped him, and swung him away quite a bit. Ironically, as he rolled away from the sheer force of the explosion, he managed to inadvertently avoid most of the second dosage of explosions, basically scraping by his own body.
Score one for the walking carpet.
Slowly pulling himself back up, an angry glare formed in his eyes. So, she wanted a fight, huh? Well, he was going to give her a fight she would never forget. Once again, with a good thrust he threw his 2 daggers over to Silence directly, ready to strike her directly in the chest. While he said nothing this time around, the message was clear as day; what he did earlier was child's play compared to what he was ready to do now.
The Cornixmon is forced to let Silence go from her binds to try - and fail - to completely dodge Buster Beam, taking quite the hit in the process. He retaliates with Chronicle Gear once again, this time by throwing both his daggers at the exact same time.
Chronicle Gear: Slashes at and stabs the opponent with his daggers. When the serrated edges strike a surface, they generate energy akin to a gear’s teeth scraping against that surface, increasing their sawing ability. He can use them either up close, or throw them at the enemy like a boomerang, returning them to him without much issue. (1 post cooldown)
Passives: Increasing the Pressure: For every post this Digimon is able to inflict direct damage (not by anything like traps or poison), he gets a 5% boost to his attack and 2.5% to accuracy, up to a total of +50%. However, if he cannot successfully deal damage that post, his attack and accuracy decreases by -5%. This cannot go below 0%, however.
Buffs/Nerfs: Increasing the Pressure (10% Atk./5% Acc.): See above passive.
Cooldowns: Chaos Railing: 0/2 Chronicle Gear: 0/1
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Post by Deleted on Oct 14, 2019 7:17:11 GMT
The shutmon winced in pain as she felt those hooks pull away from her. She'd grunt and refrained from rubbing at where the wounds were, her main explosion had hit right on the mark but the force of it had knocked him away from the main portion of the following explosions. It dealt heavy damage from what she could tell and for that she was grateful. She was also given the first proper look at her opponent, a digimon of some kind that she had never seen before. One that without a doubt Reminded her vaguely of the andromon, the gashes in his armor making sense to her now. She had to admit that he was a nasty looking ultimate level. One that would give anyone thoughtful pause to fight. But she wasn't the sort to give him that credit, not when he had fought and killed things far weaker than him. That angry glare that followed suit let her know that without a doubt she had scored a good hit. That she had made him sore, that he was now aching in the same way that she was. Her body was steeled for physical fighting but her entire kit elevated her even higher. Those daggers came careening towards her and this time she was ready. The shutmon drew in a quick breath and without even pausing she'd spit out a cone of ice. Her goal was the envelope the daggers in ice and make them hard to handle for a short time. If they continued their flight they'd be dulled a little bit and wouldn't hurt her as much. But if the weight of the ice was too much? Well her opponent would find himself without a weapon for the mean time... She'd have the advantage, in both senses of the word. He wouldn't have his weapons, he wouldn't be able to deal with the other special abilities she had. At least not immediately. She felt a little bad for that but she kept on remembering the twisted face of the andromon and the gashes on his body. What sort of torture had he gone through? What sort of horrors had this one committed? Hell where was the andromon's lower half for sovereign's sake? She found herself muttering under her breath, she knew they wouldn't be happy but she wasn't concerned about the location as much as she was about the lives that were lost! "Gonna have a long talk after this.." Log: -Silence is released from her bindings thanks to her special attack? -Silence uses Breath of the Mausoleum to try to counter Chronicle gear and remove Cornixmon's daggers from play! -Fairly sure he's not close enough for the cone to reach him... Passives: Oathbreaker: Vaccine types take increased damage from this digimon.
Bound: Using it's powerful legs, this digimon may treat even air as solid ground. Allowing it to basically "fly" Ongoing effect:[RAM UPGRADE GIGA]The Seventh Key: A Gift from her last iteration, for unlocking the potential that she was capable of. This ability is naturally represented by digital coding on various parts of her body, one on each of her arms, legs[Dragon, Space, Sword, Silence] and a seven pronged key on her chest in light blue Luminescent pattern. This ability allows her to draw forth a saberk unlike any other, one that bleeds into others of it's kind to strengthen them if they are present while also allowing a blade of it's own use if she deigns so. This saberk is capable of being any weapon, capable of shooting out energy waves or projectiles and lasts until broken or dismissed. To enhance a present saberk she must invoke this ability separately. The range on the energy blasts/waves differs level to level for melee 15/50/150/300/1000 and ranged weapons 30/100/300/600/N/A respectively [Measurements done in feet]. Additionally if a physical weapon is present on a form this saberk variant may empower them instead. Move: [RAM UPGRADE] Breath of the Mausoleum: This digimon may breathe out an cone of ice. The cone is Thirty feet long, Fifteen feet wide and fifteen feet tall. If a digimon is struck by this move, ice condenses and freezes parts of their body, dealing medium damage and hampers their movement for a single post. The cool down of this move is Two posts, but a digimon cannot be hampered by the movement affecting portion of the attack twice in a row. This attack deals more damage to targets already affected by a ice type move or if they are in a body of water. This move is strong enough to freeze large chunks of water. Outside of combat this move can be used indefinitely, but runs the risk of freezing the host digimon solid for three posts rendering them completely unable to do anything. A constant effect when not in use is the cloud of frosty air she breathes out. This particular effect deals no damage but indicates when the move can be used again. Cooldowns: BB: [1/3] BOTM: [0/3]
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Post by Kenny O'Hara and Skadi on Oct 18, 2019 6:32:08 GMT
What did this mangy mutt posing as an Ultimate think she was? Strutting around like she owned the place, thinking she was better than him? So she managed to hit him with a glorified laser pointer, so what? Whoop-de-freaking-do. Anybody could do that. What made her so special? At least he had class.
And now this giant talking fleabag had the gall to try and destroy his precious daggers? As the Shutmon fired out a cone of ice from her mouth, the daggers coming flying towards her, there was no way they could just move out the line of fire. The veil of ice quickly covered over his daggers, as what seemed like a coating of permafrost surrounding them, and by the time they reached Silence, they only landed on the lower part of her belly with a small, harmless thud, and landed upon her feet,
To say that he wasn't happy was an understatement. Nay, the Corvixmon was livid. He spent years working for these daggers. And for this creature to just come along and casually destroy them like it was nothing. He silently seethed, clenching his fist in anger, and gave the Shutmon a very angry glare, just enough to tell her you're dead... Or at least until he saw the giant wall of frost coming towards him.
He wasn't an idiot, he wasn't just gonna freeze to death. With not a moment to spare, he leapt up, and normally, this wouldn't be enough to avoid the wall of frost. Normally.
Fortunately for him, he was on the moon, where gravity was a little lighter than normal. He bounded over the air, his feet lightly brushing against the frost, and back behind the Shutmon, before firing his wires once again. This time, they were not aiming for her, but rather, they reached around her feet, and grabbed onto the daggers, pulling them back into his arms as soon as possible.
They were a right state; his precious daggers were all but destroyed at this point, covered in several layers of ice, and all but useless now. They were nothing more than just glorified paperweights. Angry tears started to flow out of his eyes as a low grow emerged from his throat, as he eyed his adversary once more. "That's it, you overgrown furball! It's time I teach you a lesson in humilty!" He practically spat every single last word out at the Shutmon with a venomous tinge lining every single word.
With a loud battlecry and a harsh shaking of his tail, a loud, ear-grating metallic sound radiated from his tail from all directions, assulting the eardrums of anyone unfortunate to hear it, but Silence remained his primary target. Should she have heard it, not only was she going to be in a world of hurt, but she would also find that her abilities would be jammed in almost an instant, and so, given the chance, he would try to go in for the kill.
Silence has successfully managed to destroy the Cornixmon's daggers with her attack, taking Chronicle Gear out of play. But he's not happy. In fact, he's pissed. So he uses Discordant Ensemble to try and throw Silence off and prevent her from using any named attacks on her turn.
Discordant Ensemble: Shakes his tail violently, creating a harsh metallic dissonance that appears to originate from all directions. Does damage to all listeners, and for one post, all Digimon hearing this attack will not be allowed to use named abilities in their next post. (3 post cooldown)
Passives: Increasing the Pressure: For every post this Digimon is able to inflict direct damage (not by anything like traps or poison), he gets a 5% boost to his attack and 2.5% to accuracy, up to a total of +50%. However, if he cannot successfully deal damage that post, his attack and accuracy decreases by -5%. This cannot go below 0%, however.
Buffs/Nerfs: Increasing the Pressure (5% Atk.): See above passive.
Cooldowns: Discordant Ensemble: 0/3 Chaos Railing: 1/2 Chronicle Gear: Out of play
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Post by Deleted on Oct 18, 2019 20:14:44 GMT
The mangy mutt thought rather highly of herself, that much was to be certain. The gall of this fleabag too was in the same ball park. The shutmon shifted her weight and watched the daggers fall in front of her, grinning a little bit as they simply bapped her belly and fell to the ground. She'd step forward but... Her opponant was quick to use his skills to avoid both her and her attack. Not to mention getting his daggers back, she'd whirl while gritting her teeth. This mon was dangerous and knew the low gravity here... Something that silence herself needed to do in order to compete with his mobility. She'd stare at him, shifting her sword arm a little as she tried to gauge his openings. "Me? Humility are you even-"The next thing that followed suit was pure agony for the wolf, at first it wasn't bad. But as the sound continued the shutmon felt her body quiver, her jaw slacken and she even felt her eardrums pulse as the attack assualted them. She felt her world do a few flips causing her to stagger. The ear grating nature was one thing but it was the frequency of the attack that assaulted her that caught her completely off guard. The Cornixmon would see his target stagger and list drunkenly as she brought her hands up to her head. Blood running like rivers from her ears, her knees started to shake and she felt her breath come in short pained gasps. It wouldn't be long until her nose followed suit and the steady drip drip of blood coming from her mouth. For a wolf, powerful sonic attacks were painful; if not outright deadly. She felt her body jerk and buckle, her knees barely supporting her weight as she clutched at herself. Panting as she tried to fight the sensation that spread throughout her body. The attack had triggered her fight or flight response, her body trying desperately to choose flight for a few moments as she staggered around. Barely having her balance... Up until something somewhere inside of her snapped. She felt it roll through her system, something that wanted out. That wanted to fight, fight harder than her current form could. It wasn't to take over, it wanted to protect her. It didn't want this bird to be their end. She gave into this something, willingly, painfully. Something snapped again. And again. And again. Her body caved and she shuddered, her eyes rolling up in the back of her head... Her armor once a shining beacon of hope dulled to a soft grey before turning to a dark sludge, rolling over her body as it was cursed with a more twisted version of digivolution. Her fur blackening and smoothing out as this sludge claimed her, mind, body... and digisoul. Her blackened fur streamed out across her body, the red cape darkening into a murderous purple. Her swords clattered to the ground one after the other. The shimmering blue blade held in her hand turning into that of a darker, more menacing purple. Her entire body seemed primed and twitching at this point. The tail that had been simply just a fluffy point... Was now edged and dangerous. The stinger on it flicking to and from as her body got used to the digivolution that was now 'over' the other. Those icy blue eyes that had rolled into her head, now were slowly edging down. A deep dark blue with those terrible cross eyes. There wasn't a shred of understanding in them. There wasn't that patience that the other had. It hungered. It wanted food. It was tired. It wanted sleep. It saw a being in front of it. Armed. Questionably. They'd glance down at their sword, the purple energy shimmering slowly. All that signaled what came next was just a flick of the ear. The black meicrackmon vicious mode was a blur of motion. It's prey directly in front of it. It'd lead with a slash from that sword, brutally bringing about a swing meant to kill. It was looking to cleave the Cornixmon from shoulder to hip with the energy blade. There was death in their eyes. A souless. Passionless. Meaningless death. This prey in front of them only served to feed it's hunger. Log: - Critical: being as sensitive to sound as wolves are, the move Discordant ensemble shakes Silence to the core. In four posting rounds regardless of the outcome Silence will fall unconscious. -Silencec has been hit by Discordant Ensemble! -Silence's fight or flight response has chosen fight! Forcing her mind elsewhere while she digivolves to a Meicrackmon V mode.-As meicrackmon she makes a deadly attack aiming to cut Cornixmon in half. Passives: Abbhorrant Stealth 'Passive': This digimon is difficult to detect; even keen senses are considered dull when in comparison. This makes the digimon an excellent hunter as most won't notice her until too late. For every five foot incriment she's away from someone she's treated as being twenty from them. This makes it very difficult to track her even if she's nearby.
Twisted Scent 'Passive': This ability allows this digimon to detect approach individuals, smell out hidden individuals and track by sense of smell. On a still day they may 'sense' individuals by scent within thirty feet. If one is upwind that range increases to Sixty feet, if downwind it drops to fifteen. Strong scents increase the range by twice this number while overpowering ones do it by triple. Either of these scent types however will be difficult to deal with in close range making it hard for this digimon to make attacks to them for too long. Too many scents in one location disorientate this digimon and make it act sluggish as a result.
Corrupting Touch 'Combat Passive': Any individual that would have some form of damage reduction has this reduction lowered by one stage when under attack from Meicrackmon. [Other digimon do not gain the benefit of the damage reduction being nulled.]
Warped Data 'Combat Passive': It is rather difficult to stop this digimon from doing as it pleases. Any crowd control effect that limits it's movement or stops it's movement fails however their cool down does not proc. However any move that would buff this digimon in any way also fails but their cool down does proc. Ongoing effecct: that she was capable of. This ability is naturally represented by digital coding on various parts of her body, one on each of her arms, legs[Dragon, Space, Sword, Silence] and a seven pronged key on her chest in light blue Luminescent pattern. This ability allows her to draw forth a saberk unlike any other, one that bleeds into others of it's kind to strengthen them if they are present while also allowing a blade of it's own use if she deigns so. This saberk is capable of being any weapon, capable of shooting out energy waves or projectiles and lasts until broken or dismissed. To enhance a present saberk she must invoke this ability separately. The range on the energy blasts/waves differs level to level for melee 15/50/150/300/1000 and ranged weapons 30/100/300/600/N/A respectively [Measurements done in feet]. Additionally if a physical weapon is present on a form this saberk variant may empower them instead. Cooldowns: BB: [2/3] BOTM [1/3] Round: [1/4]
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Post by Kenny O'Hara and Skadi on Oct 21, 2019 8:30:15 GMT
As anyone on the Cornixmon's laundry list of victims could attest to, that loud metallic rattling of his tail was one of his worst attacks; grating to their ears, and locking up their abilities for one brief but dangerous moment. But none of his victims had reacted as badly as this. There was something oddly... cathartic watching his soon-to-be victim keeling over in immense, glorious pain. Underneath his mask, a maniac grin spread on the Cornixmon's face as he laughed at the mutt's live torture.
Sliding his destroyed daggers into his pockets, he slowly strided towards the aching Shutmon, his visible eyes twitching in immense pride and satisfaction, "Pathetic..." He simply said, "And here I was, thinking you'd put up at least some form of a fight for my own amusement before going down. And yet, you can't handle a little noise?" Another laugh could be heard coming out of his mask, "I've seen In-Training Digimon suffer much worse than that. Pathetic. Utterly pathetic." His tone was practically venomous at this point, and it wouldn't be hard for anyone to deduce why that was the case as he threw his now-destroyed daggers on the floor.
As he got closer to the Shutmon, the red tipped end of his tail raised high in the air, swaying left and right as a mere warning to her imminent fate as she staggered, trying to escape, "Don't worry. I'll take good care of your precious arm blades when we're done."
Once he got close to the Shutmon, he lunged his stinger into the air and swung it down, ready to strike into the Shutmon's Digicore and finish this once and for all. But just as he was about to make contact, he froze, stopping just short of his target, as the Digimon in front of him started to change.
This was no ordinary digivolution, however. If anything, it was more akin to a flat-out mutation playing out in front of him. He stepped back, partially in fear, and partially in caution. Just what was going on here? Most of his victims after a powerful attack usually would keel over in moments, and he'd happily finish them off, like shooting fish in a barrel... if they were lucky.
Not this one. He observed the new Digimon standing in front of him, and while he gave the same steely glare at his adversary, his heart started to pound a little bit faster. This was no ordinary Meicrackmon standing in front of him. And a normal Vicious Mode was bad enough. A black tinted form of one was worse from appearance alone. He stepped back slowly, opting not to take his eyes off his victim to see what she would do next.
All of a sudden, before he got a chance to even try to avoid it, a sharp stinging pain struck across his body, making him cry out in heavy pain and stumble back, only managing to still stand on his own two feet. If there was any saving grace he may have had, his armour could at least mitigate the blow a little slightly. But just only. A large gash could be seen spreading across his body, as his own data started to leak out of his body.
Growling and swearing under his breath, he knew he had to finish this quickly, lest suffer the consequences. His stinger tail lunged directly towards the Meicrackmon's Digicore, hoping to absorb her data, possibly allowing himself to patch himself up, and take back the upper ground that he lost in a mere moment. He wasn't finished... yet.
The Cornixmon takes heavy damage from Silence's powerful attack, and has been forced to stumble back. Now he has a giant gaping wound spreading across his entire body. He responds by attacking Silence with a Drain Thief to the Digicore
Drain Thief: Stabs his enemies directly where their DigiCore is located with his tail, absorbing some of their data to heal himself. Does damage to the opponent and restores half of that damage inflicted back onto himself. A precise, and dangerous attack. (2 post cooldown)
Passives: Increasing the Pressure: For every post this Digimon is able to inflict direct damage (not by anything like traps or poison), he gets a 5% boost to his attack and 2.5% to accuracy, up to a total of +50%. However, if he cannot successfully deal damage that post, his attack and accuracy decreases by -5%. This cannot go below 0%, however.
Buffs/Nerfs: Increasing the Pressure (10% Atk, 2.5% Acc): See above passive.
Cooldowns: Discordant Ensemble: 1/3 Chaos Railing: 2/2 Drain Thief: 0/2 Chronicle Gear: Out of play
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Post by Deleted on Oct 21, 2019 9:02:59 GMT
His words were lost to her, his motions and actions something that she couldn't perceive. Her world was pain, her existence was struggling in itself. Her blood ran like rivers across her body, the only sanctuary to be had in the terrible mutation that was a digivolution to the shutmon. His statements of how he would take are of her blades was lost to her, the teasing and taunting simply missing her. Her body wasn't ready for this and another time of digitization would make her all the stranger with this sort of interaction. But the meicrackmon he faced was beyond what any of the normal ilk were. This one had the practice, this one had the reflexes and the trained body. Coupled with it's feral nature this was beyond dangerous, the black tinted furred body was something to behold. Something that relished in the pain it brought. A delighted purr rolling out of it's lips at hearing that cry of pain from her attack. She'd flick her ears as he stumbled back, noting the shift in weight. The distribution of such... armor. Well. It was stating he'd attack. With what exactly? Her eyes flicked from his head to his tail and seeing it shift she knew exactly what would come. But that didn't much matter. Her body was already moving. Her attack was already chosen. Her claws were bubbling with some strange acidic compound and to intercept his stinger attack she'd bring her claw up to slam against the tail's midsection altering it's trajectory to hit a far less damaging spot. Like her stomach or leg for example. But that didn't matter. If she hit him he'd find that he was unable to heal with the data that he tried to pull from her. Her hollow eyes staring deep into his and a single word hissed out. "Mine."With her attacck done, her movements made. The meicrackmon's eyes scanned that of the Cornixmon's. His body was strange, it was unlike anything she had ever seen before. She wanted it. She wanted him. She wanted what he was and what he could do. Her hollow eyes getting a deep dark fire in them that bored into the bird's. Leaning further and further, pressing forward. Pushing forward at the bird, her hands making grasping motions at them. "MINE!" Log: -Silence uses Blistering wounds To counter Drain thief while also potentially dealing a good amount of damage to Cornixmon. Passive: Abbhorrant Stealth 'Passive': This digimon is difficult to detect; even keen senses are considered dull when in comparison. This makes the digimon an excellent hunter as most won't notice her until too late. For every five foot increment she's away from someone she's treated as being twenty from them. This makes it very difficult to track her even if she's nearby.
Twisted Scent 'Passive': This ability allows this digimon to detect approach individuals, smell out hidden individuals and track by sense of smell. On a still day they may 'sense' individuals by scent within thirty feet. If one is upwind that range increases to Sixty feet, if downwind it drops to fifteen. Strong scents increase the range by twice this number while overpowering ones do it by triple. Either of these scent types however will be difficult to deal with in close range making it hard for this digimon to make attacks to them for too long. Too many scents in one location disorientate this digimon and make it act sluggish as a result.
Corrupting Touch 'Combat Passive': Any individual that would have some form of damage reduction has this reduction lowered by one stage when under attack from Meicrackmon. [Other digimon do not gain the benefit of the damage reduction being nulled.]
Warped Data 'Combat Passive': It is rather difficult to stop this digimon from doing as it pleases. Any crowd control effect that limits it's movement or stops it's movement fails however their cool down does not proc. However any move that would buff this digimon in any way also fails but their cool down does proc. Ongoing Effect: [RAM UPGRADE GIGA]The Seventh Key: A Gift from her last iteration, for unlocking the potential that she was capable of. This ability is naturally represented by digital coding on various parts of her body, one on each of her arms, legs[Dragon, Space, Sword, Silence] and a seven pronged key on her chest in light blue Luminescent pattern. This ability allows her to draw forth a saberk unlike any other, one that bleeds into others of it's kind to strengthen them if they are present while also allowing a blade of it's own use if she deigns so. This saberk is capable of being any weapon, capable of shooting out energy waves or projectiles and lasts until broken or dismissed. To enhance a present saberk she must invoke this ability separately. The range on the energy blasts/waves differs level to level for melee 15/50/150/300/1000 and ranged weapons 30/100/300/600/N/A respectively [Measurements done in feet]. Additionally if a physical weapon is present on a form this saberk variant may empower them instead. Move used: Blistering Wounds: This digimon charges it's claws with an acid compound of some terrible bubbling sort. When struck by these claws a target is unable to heal any wounds inflicted by the digimon in question for three posts. Cool down is two posts. Cooldown: BB: [2/3] BOTM: [1/3] BW: [0/2] Round: [2/4]
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Post by Kenny O'Hara and Skadi on Oct 24, 2019 8:57:56 GMT
By now, it was quite apparent that the Cornixmon's actions were more out of desperation and panic, rather than actual tactics. This wasn't right. He was supposed to be relishing in his enemy's dying breaths. He was supposed to be seeing this mutt die slowly and painfully, not him! How in the everloving hell did it have to come to this? With no feasible way to escape in the nick of time from the Meicrackmon's claw, he howled in pain once more as his tail was struck by the giant cat, barely scratching against her leg, and he stumbled back once more, his vision starting to get blurry. The Meicrackmon was starting to become nothing but a blob in his eyes.
What once he thought was nothing more comparable to shooting fish in a barrel was now deemed to strong to handle, and defiantly not in this condition. Forget his previous plan, now all he aimed for was to stay alive, possibly hide out for the next few days to lick his wounds for a while. He stumbled back slowly once more, hoping that the blob would somehow forget about him and leave him alone.
Alas, it was wishful thinking at this point. Rather, his heart started to pound rapidly as the Meicrackmon approached him. He would need nothing short of a miracle to escape from her at this point, and he could feel his heart beating faster as the Meicrackmon's dirty paws wrapped around his neck, starting to choke him painfully as he started to gag loudly, as tiny beads of sweat started to build around his forehead.
"S-shit! Get off of me! Leave me alone, you filthy feline!" The Cornixmon shouted in a fit of blind panic as he struggled to raise his arms to Silence's eyes. Once he did, however, the 6 hooks would shoot out once again from his hands, this time aiming for the Meicrackmon's eyes. But any intent to kill was now gone. The predator had become the prey, and now he was being forced to fight for his own survival. If it worked and the Meicrackmon had dropped him as planned, he would try to stumble away with his predator distracted, preferably hiding away for a good long while until he recovered.
The Cornixmon has now become extremely desperate and fighting to survive, and is now attempting to flee just to save his own skin (feathers?). However, after Silence captures him, he attempts to blind her with a good dose of Chaos Railing to the eyes just so he can buy time and escape.
Chaos Railing: Throws out 6 hooks from his hands (3 on each side), which are attached to almost invisible metallic threads. These threads are attached to him at all times, and as the hooks themselves deal damage to the opponent at high speeds, their real benefit is binding the opponent, keeping them stuck in place for the post. However, while they can still attack, they are left at his mercy. (2 post cooldown)
Passives: Increasing the Pressure: For every post this Digimon is able to inflict direct damage (not by anything like traps or poison), he gets a 5% boost to his attack and 2.5% to accuracy, up to a total of +50%. However, if he cannot successfully deal damage that post, his attack and accuracy decreases by -5%. This cannot go below 0%, however.
Buffs/Nerfs: Increasing the Pressure (5% Atk): See above passive.
Cooldowns: Discordant Ensemble: 2/3 Chaos Railing: 0/2 Drain Thief: 1/2 Chronicle Gear: Out of play
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Post by Deleted on Oct 24, 2019 19:03:02 GMT
The roles had changed, but the game had stayed the same. The prey and predator had found themselves in a strange sort of similar vein; both of them having the same desire for the other in a rather... odd fashion. She was able to land that hit on his tail, adjusting it's trajectory. She'd hiss in pain as she felt that spike scratch her leg, she felt it start to bleed rather profusely. Even with it barely scratching her, it was sharp and he had been hitting her regularly. Something was making him hit harder and harder; she didn't know what but she liked that. She could tell her blistering wounds hit him hard, enough so that he stumbled back from her. But she advanced none the less, her hands reaching around his throat. Clutching at him and threatening to choke the life out of him. That face of hers splitting in pleasure as she heard his core pounding, heard his breaths grow harsh. The defiant shout made her snarl in irritation but quickly a rolling purr could be heard coming from her chest. With his hands raising up the feline blinked, she wasn't fast enough to avoid this point blank. She recognized this attack and well... She let out a pained howl as they tore into both her face and her eyes. Causing the world to go red. But his plan had a fault. She had her prey in her hands, why would she let go? The hooks hurt but they didn't latch like they should of, some oily nature of her fur? Dinging off of the hard surface? Who knows... But they simply didn't work! The meicrackmon's grip tightened, her jaw stretching wide and almost coming to the point of being unhinged. She'd go to bite down on his shoulder, cracking through the armor there for the succulent data underneath. If she managed this he'd feel a pulling sensation straight from his core. She was leeching his data. And further still? Her tail moved with a swiftness, if he struggled and kicked around with those legs it'd be a problem. So her large stinger tail looked to remove that problem entirely... By stabbing at the Bird's knee, looking to shear the leg off from there down. Even still. Her purring persisted. Her hunger... persisted. Her wants. Persisted. Everything she was was something beyond what silence could be. Log: -Silence takes Chaos railing to the face. Though due to Warped data it is unable to affect her. -Silence attempts to use succulent vitality to start draining Cornixmon's health to replenish her own. -Silence attacks with her stinger, aiming at the bird's right leg to severely damage his ability to escape. Passive: Abbhorrant Stealth 'Passive': This digimon is difficult to detect; even keen senses are considered dull when in comparison. This makes the digimon an excellent hunter as most won't notice her until too late. For every five foot increment she's away from someone she's treated as being twenty from them. This makes it very difficult to track her even if she's nearby.
Twisted Scent 'Passive': This ability allows this digimon to detect approach individuals, smell out hidden individuals and track by sense of smell. On a still day they may 'sense' individuals by scent within thirty feet. If one is upwind that range increases to Sixty feet, if downwind it drops to fifteen. Strong scents increase the range by twice this number while overpowering ones do it by triple. Either of these scent types however will be difficult to deal with in close range making it hard for this digimon to make attacks to them for too long. Too many scents in one location disorientate this digimon and make it act sluggish as a result.
Corrupting Touch 'Combat Passive': Any individual that would have some form of damage reduction has this reduction lowered by one stage when under attack from Meicrackmon. [Other digimon do not gain the benefit of the damage reduction being nulled.]
Warped Data 'Combat Passive': It is rather difficult to stop this digimon from doing as it pleases. Any crowd control effect that limits it's movement or stops it's movement fails however their cool down does not proc. However any move that would buff this digimon in any way also fails but their cool down does proc.
Move used: Succulent Vitality: This digimon sinks it's fangs into a target digimon transferring their vitality to the attacking digimon. This heals the attacking digimon for half of the damage inflicted per round. This requires the digimon to grapple a target in the first post. The second post if the grapple continues allows the digimon to bite it's target. For every post that it continues this grapple it deals a medium amount of damage to it's target and heals for half. Cooldown: BB: [3/3] BOTM: [2/3] BW: [0/2] Durations: BW:[1/3] Round: [3/4]
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