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Mischievous Things || Elliot & Isaac Sunderland ||
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Post by Rei on Jan 21, 2016 9:40:09 GMT
Hunting and collecting Totems in the digital world had been very well worth it. The beautiful day only brightened up her spirits, Rei limping into her room and locking the door behind her. After all that trouble she ran into, along with Kai, Scout, and their digimon, she was absolutely happy to be home....the sudden thought of the events that transpired put a damper on her good mood...she really hoped Scout was okay after all that, and not to forget about Kai's mental breakdown. She didn't even know what had happened herself! Everything just went sort of blank, with only a few snippets here and there...Rei shook those thoughts away. Perhaps after today, she would get in touch with the both of them and check up on their status. Perhaps it hadn't been as worth it as she thought. People got hurt....
....Anyways, ever since, the sandy haired teenager had been testing out her new capabilities. She pulled out her Digivice, flipping the the screen until the spirit of Flamon appeared. He was the easier one to control - she assumed -, smaller, and most likely would go unnoticed. Or people would just think it was a weird little boy, perhaps cosplaying out in the streets if she so happened to be seen. Luckily, her parents were going to be out working all day. Which was always the case anyways. And Ikki was busy with volleyball, so Rei didn't have to worry about him popping in to check on her out of the blue either.
I'm sure they are okay. They just need some time....then again, am I even okay?...Again she pushed it out of mind for the time being. Rei really didn't want to face it right now.
How selfish was that?
Summoning up the data and swiping her hand against D-scanner, she transformed into the familiar rookie. Settled, Flamon hopped around, his bushy tail wagging furiously in delight once the cocoon of data disappeared. He didn't even waste a second, throwing the window open and leaping up, pulling himself to the roof with ease. Golden eyes scanned his surroundings above the neighborhood and homes. The rooftops were her favorite place to practice, vaulting from one to another and achieving twisting flips! Something that she couldn't do anymore as a human thanks to her limp. This really was the only reason why she wanted to get totems so badly. So that she could once again resume her acrobatic tricks. However, whether it was her mood or the influence of the lingering conscious of Flamon, they were feeling quite mischievous today.
How about they messed around with the locals for a bit? Nothing harmful, just something for a good laugh. He grinned devilishly. Sounded like a good idea to him! They barked out a short cackle, hurdling onto the next roof and so on until they hit the busier shopping street of Central Shibuya. Flamon landed with a silent oof in a nearby tree, shaking the leaves a tad and crouching upon a branch to watch the people walk by below. It was wondrous to spy without being spotted, a quite fun thing to do. He waited a bit, picking out a prank he could pull, and the best way not to get spotted. Getting chased down was appealing, since he could easily outrun them, but not until he was successful with a few stunts.
It was a childish idea, but Flamon has just the one! Giggling a bit, he waited until a couple passes underneath before he swung down by his legs, reaching out to tap both the shoulders of the tall male and woman before quickly pulling himself back up into the safety of the shadows. There were no shouts of surprise, so it seems like no one had been paying attention! Just as expected, they both turned around in confusion. "Yes-" The two asked simultaneously, then looked at each other when they noticed no one was there. A bit spooked now, they hurried on and Flamon had to stifle his laughter. Why did they become so afraid! Haha, it wasn't like the streets were haunted! People were just weird sometimes. Filled with more giddiness, he pulled off the same trick a couple more times, earning the same reactions as before!
Well...except for one, a gangster looking dude who instead had turned around and shouted. Realizing his mistake, he screamed at the air again, threatening that whoever was screwing with him, he was going to catch them and make them regret it! That only earned him a few startled civilians and odd looks. Flamon, unable to hold it in any longer, bursted out into boyish laughter and leapt from the tree, startling the gangster as he scaled and scrambled over onto the roof of the building. "You punk-" But the rest of the words were lost to his pointy ears as he made his escape. Flamon did catch the eye of a few lucky civilians, however. Though at least they hadn't been quick enough to get a pic!
Oh that was great! The look on those people faces. Especially that wannabe!
The little digimon stopped once he was a few blocks away, crouching on the ledge of a taller building. Just out ahead, he spotted the river. Maybe he'll hang out there for a bit and get some practice on his abilities. It didn't look busy at all and he could train in the shade of the bridge just in case. With that settled he made his way.... Upon his speedy arrival, Flamon flipped over the railings as quickly as possible, grabbing on from underneath to hang before dropping down onto the ground with a single flip. It felt good to do that! He sat to catch his breath, relaxing, and staring into the...murky river. Flamon sobered. Why did the city have to pollute the river like that? There was so much garbage floating around, it was unsanitary.
And here I thought I could maybe take a quick dip too....
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Jan 23, 2016 0:30:20 GMT
"Well, here we are!"
Elliot's nose wrinkled in disgust as he looked at the Shibuya River. He was always a bit of a sensitive boy, but the smell of this place was really too much for him. He turned to Isaac, who was trying his hardest not to snicker. "Come on, Isaac," he complained. "I thought you were going to show me the river."
"This is it!" Isaac replied, grinning cheekily. "Man, this blows that nasty New York water out of, well, the water."
This time it was Elliot's turn to smile. "You mean the one you fell into? Man, you smelled like trash for a week!" he said, trying to speak between laughs.
Even Isaac couldn't help but smile at that one. "How'd that happen again? I thought I saw a fish or something?"
Elliot hunched down into a fighting stance and deepened his voice, gruffly shouting "Look, mom, a shark! I'm gonna wrestle it!"
That earned him a gentle punch to the shoulder from his big brother. "Shut up, I don't sound like that," he insisted, still laughing.
Even as the horrible smell of the river assaulted their poor, unsuspecting nostrils, the two basked in the warmth of the sun and the warmth of their memories. They hadn't been in Japan for very long now. They had been brushing up on the language for the months before the trip, but everything still looked and sounded so strange to them. Their mother, even on a vacation like this, was in a perpetual state of busyness. Sometimes Isaac tried to listen in, but the walls were thicker in their host house than they were back at home. He could barely make out a thing. That left the two of them reliant on each other alone here in Japan. It was worrying at first, but they were getting used to it.
Of course, as they kept sharing good memories and bad jokes, they most certainly weren't paying attention to what was behind them. |
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Post by Rei on Jan 23, 2016 1:16:02 GMT
Flamon's focus, well, had been entirely too focused on the water, and not enough on the two boys who were currently sitting near the edge of the River. The little digimon froze up, mind racing on what he should do. It looked like they haven't spotted him yet, so he still had a good chance on making his presence scarce. He got to his feet, slowly backing away without a sound. Maybe hiding and waiting them out was a better idea, instead of taking the risk of fumbling up the hill. But looking around there wasn't very many choices....besides the garbage bags piled underneath the bridge.
Ew.
He sidled closer, pushing his way into the pile as quietly as possible until Flamon felt like he was covered enough. Alas, before he could settle, the flurrying feet of a giant rat hurried past, causing him to let out a surprised Ack! and scramble back out with a clattering clunk of falling garbage. Some of the bags even fell open, and dropped their slimy contents onto the poor Flamon, the trash pile collapsing on top of him in his rush. This was even worse than being discovered! "You've got be kidding me!" He squeaked, flailing and trying to push the rubbish off to make his escape!
Yuck! She was never going to be able to get this stink to wash off!
Flamon's brilliant plan had failed tremendously, and instead made a ruckus about the nastiness about it all, forgetting the humans just a few feet away. "What is wrong with people! Leaving their trash like this to pollute! Like really? Really? They are all just a bunch of idiots set on killing themselves!" Don't they know the consequences of killing their own Mother Earth? 'Cause apparently not. There would be nowhere to run if they destroyed their own planet. Not at this rate anyways. "Argggggghhhh!" In frustration he set himself on fire....ergo, lighting up the entire pile in a flash of flames.
Guess that was one way to do it.
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Jan 23, 2016 1:37:44 GMT
Yes, it was truly a beautiful day outside. The sun, hanging high in the air before beginning its descent. The sound of a kid screaming his head off. The smell of burning garbage, even more overwhelming than the Shibuya River itself in its scent.
Wait, no. That's not a beautiful day. That's a horrifying one!
Isaac and Elliot looked at each other quickly, as if hoping the other would know what to do. After a second of worried staring, they nodded and ran off in separate ways. Elliot hesitantly headed toward the direction of the screams, while Isaac knelt by the side of the filthy river and began cupping his hands.
"E-excuse me? Are you oka-" Elliot started to ask as he hobbled after the sound. His question was shortly cut off when he found the source of the screaming. It was a young boy with tattoos all over his body, really crazy hair, and currently completely immolated in fire. He was next to the burning garbage, and Elliot was starting to worry that he had stumbled upon a kid slowly burning to death. In a panic he wheeled toward the river, shouting in English "Isaac! Isaac, come over here, quickly!"
He turned back to the burning kid, hastily muttering assurances. "Its okay, it'll be okay, we'll get you help, I promi-"
Splash!
"Don't worry, I got you covered!" a proud voice sounded.
Isaac had arrived, heralding his appearance by taking the filthy water cupped in his hands and splashing it on Flamon and the garbage. He then ran back to the water to grab another handful. Maybe the idea of fighting this garbage fire one splash at a time was kind of foolish, but it wasn't like he had any better ideas. |
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Post by Rei on Jan 23, 2016 2:42:47 GMT
Everything had started out alright. Great! Joyful! Until Rei had to try and pull a Houdini. Her brother was the magician, not her! Just as he made progress, finally turning over and kicking the flaming bags - which didn't really matter since they disintegrated into ash an instant later - a voice interrupted him in worrisome tones. Though he misunderstood the questions.
"No! I am not okay, the world is filled-" But before he could finish his sentence, nor realize there was actually someone trying to help him, a splash of smelly water connected with his face. That seemed to dampen Flamons fire, the garbage slowly extinguishing itself out in response to his mood. With the load lighter, and half of it turned into scattering ash, he pulled himself up and glared at the other kid scooping up some more water. The digimon brushed himself off, removing any clinging pieces that decided to tag along. Miraculously they didn't cinder. That just goes to show much 'control; he actually had over himself.
"Thanks." He spoke sarcastically. "That totally helped." Well the jig was up. Not that he cared anymore. Maybe he should just set the entire edges of the River on fire! That would teach the humans to stop littering the place! He was surprised that hadn't been one yet, considering everything was practically flammable here. A click seemed to spark into place and Flamon nervously smiled, registering what he had actually got himself into. Okay he did care. How would he be able to explain his...appearance. Or the fire? And how exactly he managed to survive without a burn after being lit up like a Christmas tree...Man oh man. "Um- really..thanks." Looked the water did its trick after all. Flamon stared at the two unsure.
Awkward pause.
"So yeah. Um-yeah...." Should he just....leave? Probably. Did he? Nope. Why? Who knows! He just stared and stared, his nervous smile turning into a twitch before...."... I'm Flamon!" Rei wanted to kick herself right now. That wasn't even her actual name! Technically. She still didn't know how this all worked when she was a digimon.
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Jan 23, 2016 3:07:40 GMT
"Flamon? Huh, that's a strange n-"
Isaac promptly found his ribs poked with the Elbow of Shut Up. Elliot shot him a look that basically said 'you can't just go somewhere else and say their names sound weird!' He promptly hushed up, at the very least glad he wouldn't have to dip his hands in that filthy river anymore. It felt disgusting and strangely tingly.
"Well, it is very nice to meet you." Elliot responded, as cheerfully oblivious as ever. "My name is Elliot."
"And mine is Isaac." the other boy said, half paying attention to the conversation and half looking back at the river/landfill. It was fairly obvious that the two hadn't gotten the hand of contractions yet.
"It is not very nice here. Why are you here?" Isaac asked, a bit of confusion in his voice. At least he and Elliot had the excuse of being tourists, fallen into one of the biggest tourist traps of them all. Flamon, on the other hand, just seemed to hate this place. Why would he be spending any of his time here? From the way he lit all that garbage on fire and ran around with no shirt on, Isaac figured he must've been some kind of delinquent.
Elliot had other things he was worried about, of course. "Are you hurt? I really hope you are okay," he mumbled, rooting through his backpack to see if he brought any first aid materials. |
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Post by Rei on Jan 23, 2016 4:13:02 GMT
What other response had he been expecting? He only nervously laughed again when the blonde haired kid shut up the brown. But he didn't say anything else on the matter.
"Ah, nice to meet ya, Elliot, Isaac!" Flamon half cheerily responded. Well it didn't seem like they were going to question his looks...out loud anyways.
Oh a question he couldn't answer!
"I uh...well. That's complicated?" He grappled for some sort of excuse that would be believable....Oh! "I sort of prank-ed someone and they weren't too happy about it. So I hid out here...in that trash pile." It certainly was half the truth! When Elliot moved to shuffle through his bag, Flamon waved his hands frantically. "Oh yes I'm fine! Really! See! Not a mark on me!" He twirls around with his arms out in a rush.
That was a mistake.
Flamon's tail- the tip still enveloped in fire- wagged in tune to his movements. From the whirl, the wind threatened to put the flames out, though un-succeeded in actually doing so. Never mind that! His tail! Rei had forgotten all about it and restrained herself from smacking himself in front of the brothers. Quickly he grabbed at the bushy appendage to extinguish the last evidence of his tantrum. "Ha ha - Um- See! All a-okay!"
Smooth.
Overwrought he stuffed his tail out of sight, but he already knew the damage had been done. If they didn't think there was anything weird with that, he was going to thank his lucky stars that the world was filled with stupidity.
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Jan 23, 2016 4:31:20 GMT
The two tilted their heads, trying to get a better look at the tail. It actually moved and everything. Suddenly, this kid seemed a lot less like a kid and more like something completely different. The two brothers looked at each other, trying to reach conclusions as to who, or what, they're dealing with here.
"That, uh, that is a very nice costume you have there?" Elliot offered, but Isaac cut him off.
"Cut the crap, bro. We're not talking to a kid," he interjected. Maybe if that tail wasn't moving so well, he could've just dismissed him as some kind of costumed weirdo. Some kid with a fake tail, some fake horns, and some stick-on tattoos. But whatever this was, it couldn't have been human. Nothing human moved like that, or completely walked off getting set on fire like that.
"What are you? Some sort of spirit?" he asked. He didn't really think himelf the superstitious sort, but he sure as hell wasn't going to ignore something right in front of his face.
Elliot would've loved to find out more about this, but something seemed off about the situation. He could have sworn there were footsteps and voices somewhere in the distance. If there were people coming, seeing something like this might end up scaring a lot of people. He hobbled off for a bit to investigate, and maybe mislead them away from the area. There were many ways he wanted to spend his day, and being stuck at the nexus of a huge controversy was not one of them. |
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Post by Rei on Jan 23, 2016 5:51:33 GMT
There went his lucky stars.
"Technically I'm not a kid..." Flamon grumbled in defense, letting his tail go and sighed. No use hiding it now. "A -a spirit?" His tone immediately changed. Did they already know?! No. No. They would have said Digimon right off the bat if they had. A 'kid' like him warranted that suspicion by those who were involved. Before he could answer any further, his ears twitched, golden eyes focusing on Elliot who began to walk off. Someone was coming! And he could recognize that voice from anywhere! "Ya spot him goin' this way?" There were other voices he didn't recognize. Looked like he brought along some friends.
Flamon panicked. "No, stop! Come back here! Elliot!" He harshly whispered. They were going to find him! How did that wannabe even track him down all the way over here? The digimon ran the roof tops for heavens sake!...unless someone did catch a glimpse of him scurrying this way. Arg. Why did it have to escalate so quickly?
Too late!
"Oi, whata we go here?" The classic tough guy line as he spotted Elliot.
Flamon pulled on his hair in fear, turning around. from the group of gang members. Oh this wasn't good. Not good one bit! He came to regret his earlier decisions. Apparently bringing their attention this way got the wannabe to notice the one he was looking for. "That's him!' His friends pushed past the blonde, heading straight for the startled Flamon. "Think you could get away, punk?!" The others laughed and jeered. Rei turned to face the music, glancing to the brothers. He could have ran. But that would mean leaving these two behind.
After being seen with Flamon, they would surely turn on Elliot and Isaac.
"Oh look, these your little friends?" The last of the group, a short man with a black buzz cut, grabbed at Elliot, intending to make him a hostage...she just had to jinx it for the worst.
His hands clenched into fists, anger boiling through his little body. "Hey! Leave him be! Seriously guys? Getting so worked up over a childish prank! Hah! What babies!".....she clamped her mouth shut tight, eyes widening at what he had done. The result was to be expected. Furious, the buzzcut tossed Elliot out of the way - straight into the disgusting waters of the River! - following his pack to go in for the kill. Shit! "Elliot!"
Rei didn't have much time to worry, dodging the grabs of angered hands and dancing away from the kicks they tried to land on him. At least their focus was on him and not on the brothers!
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Jan 23, 2016 6:26:22 GMT
"Wait wha-"
Before Elliot could understand what was going on, he was shoved right into the disgusting trash waters. For a while it seemed like he was trying to resurface, but after his head bobbed above the waters a few times it sank one final time.
And then he was gone.
Isaac seethed, fists balling up. His brother wasn't a bad swimmer. Thanks to the bad leg he definitely wasn't a good one, but he sure as hell could handle a still river full of trash. Surely he'd surface a bit down the river and crawl up to safety. He'd be okay. He was his brother. He had to be okay.
But now he was seeing red. Slowly Isaac tried to slink away from the group, thankful their focus was mostly on Flamon and not on him. Frankly, at this point he didn't really care what kind of trouble the weird lion-monkey-demon-spirit-thing got itself into. There was only one thing in the world he cared about, and it was buzzcut over there. As he got out of the melee he reached into his backpack, pulling out his Monster Manual. He stared at the book. 352 pages and a hardcover shell stared right back at him.
This definitely wasn't a good idea. But it was sure as hell a cathartic one.
His attempt at a berserker cry sounded awful, cracking in the middle, but Isaac didn't care. There was no time to think when you were charging forward to slam a book with all your 15-year-old might at some jackass that hurt your brother. And, in retaliation, could likely bench-press you.
Really, the more Isaac went over this idea in his head, the worse it sounded. But it's too late now, because the book was already swinging full-force.
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Post by Rei on Jan 23, 2016 21:36:13 GMT
Flamon heard the battle cry and stilled. Which was a bad idea considering he was earned with a punch to the face and grabbed by his hair. He didn't struggle, his attention on Isaac swinging that book. "Hah! Decided to give up now, huh? Thought make it less painful? Too late!"
But the next pain induced fist didn't come. Everything had stopped as the resounding crack echoed above the chaos. Buzzcut dropped like a fly, eyes rolling to white from the knockout Isaac imparted on him. That kid must've had more strength then he realized! It was a large pause of disbelief, and suddenly, Flamon feared for Issac's life. Why did he have to go and do something so stupid!
Wannabe released the digimon, stalking over to the blondie and swinging in for a kick. "You lil' piece of shit." The gangster continued with his assault, spouting out insults and the like. No one else had followed their ringleader. Clearly this was taking it a bit too far. "Um- boss?" Well, they certainly didn't think it was too far when they were trying to beat up Flamon. Maybe because it was his strange appearance. Whatever it was, they were sort of being hypocritical, thankfully.
Enraged, Flamon screamed with a running start, "ARRRGGGGGHHH!" and spouted out bouts of fiery flames, catching the clothes of those closer. What a fearsome demon spirit! "WHAT THE HELL?!" The remaining gang yelped in surprise, confusion, and most importantly, fear. He leapt onto the back of wannabe, wrapping his arms around his skinny neck and pulling the guy back into a choke hold. Wannabe certainly hadn't been expecting it. He thrashed, trying to get free, and -lucky for him- smacked Flamon with enough force to loosen the grip. Ouch, that hurt. The gangster grabbed and threw him off, coughing and rubbing at his sore neck. "Don't...just..stand there!"
Unfortunately, it looked like his friends ran off. Some trying to put the flames out and others deciding they didn't want to mess with some demon. "Cowards!" He kept coughing. Damn, that kid had some strength! He almost passed out!
The little digimon scrambled back over to Isaac, checking to see if he was alright, "You okay?....
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Jan 23, 2016 23:12:56 GMT
Isaac froze up as he heard the crack. In the few fights he had picked, he was more used to being tenacious than actually being successful. Realizing he actually knocked one of these punks out was a really weird feeling. He stopped to flex slightly, feeling his distinct lack of muscles and smirking. "Yeah," he muttered, getting more excited as the adrenaline began to flow through him. "Yeah! Yeeeeah! Who is next, huh? Who is next!?"
The ring leader was next. A vicious kick to the stomach promptly shut the boy up, sending him crumpling to the floor like a wheezing sack of potatoes. Each resulting kick to the ribs hurt more than the last, the last few leaving Isaac squeaking like an old dog toy. Thankfully, Flamon came in with the assist, choking the ringleader out while his friends fled. Isaac took the opportunity to crawl away, fumbling for something to try and peel himself off of the ground with.
He tried to hide the tears of pain in his eyes as he saw Flamon standing over him. "Ggh, I am fine. I will be fine. Whatever," he hissed, finally finding a loose pipe he could grip onto as he stood. Still hunched over and clutching his side, he glared at the wannabe currently coughing his lungs out.
"Hey! You! Get out of here, now!" Isaac shouted. It was hard to sound intimidating when his speech kept fading from words into wheezes, but the boy was trying his damn hardest. |
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Post by Rei on Jan 23, 2016 23:54:23 GMT
"Like hell I would, not until I teach you two a lesson! No one messes with the great Gintama!" Wannabe seemed to have recovered. As much as Isaac tried, hunched over like that with wet eyes wasn't going to scare him off. Flamon placed a large hand on his shoulder, patting, and stepping up to the plate. Enough was enough. Picking on helpless - well not that helpless- kids like this! Though it sort of his fault in the first place...apparently this form wasn't intimidating enough for the guy. Knowing it would be a bit easier to explain things in the first place, Rei figured she could hit two birds with one stone. Slide Digivolution.
This would be her first time attempting the change again. Ever since the SkullGreymon incident, she's been avoiding the Wizard. But right now it couldn't be helped. It was time to rectify a few things. Data enveloped Flamon, dispersing in an instant as red shoes hit the ground instead of feet. "Flawizarmon." The quiet scratchy of a raspy voice in place of the squickish rookie before. Taller, clothed, and much more terrifying with that freakish body and face of his! Not such a little kid anymore, huh?
"I suggest you listen to the boy here and leave, now." Oh. Didn't sound like he was too happy with the way things turned out. Rei struggled to keep afloat, but the dominating presence of the Digimon's conscious was seething with anger. It was overloading her sense's! ...Gintama's eye's widened, the gangster falling to his buttocks in surprise and scrambling back from the overwhelming threat. What was going on?! "I-huh, listen here!" He squeaked, clearly still trying to take control of the situation. Flawizarmon was having none of that.
Blazing Clouds.
A spark of a couple of flames ignited above him, spiraling into a fiery cloud. With the direction of his matchstick, he flung it towards Wannabe, scorching the ground next to him which erupted in a fiery burst of fire. The man squealed again, fumbling to his feet and sprinting the other way. Did he really think that the Wizard was going to let him off that easily? He cackled gleefully, sending the other flaming cloud after the gangster. It was going to follow him throughout the rest of the day!
Flawizarmon crossed his arms in approval, turning to Isaac with a nod of his blazing hat. "Yo, got a little carried away there. Sorry bout' that." He uncrossed and hummed, wondering how he should proceed....oh yeah! "Elliot!" The wizard rushed to the edge of the river, hopping back and forth as he peered into the water for any signs of the brother....Ah. His frantic movements stopped. Who would've thought? With a closer look, this wasn't your typical dealyo.
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Jan 24, 2016 0:27:24 GMT
Isaac's jaw dropped as Flamon stopped being Flamon. Instead he was this badass wizard man with hotrod flames all over his body. It was equal parts terrifying and incredible as he launched pyroclastic clouds at the gangster, sending him running like some sort of scared child. Briefly the boy rubbed his eyes, as if trying to see whether he was seeing things or if this was just some kind of weird, unpleasant vision.
"Woah. Woah, what. Okay, what just happened? What are you?" Isaac asked again, still really confused. Still, he couldn't hide his smile at seeing that punk get his just desserts. If he could shoot great balls of fire like his new friend could, there would be a lot of people he'd start keeping a mental list of.
Right, Terrence?
Of course, as soon as the anger started draining from Isaac's mind, he remembered why he was here. The boy ran to the river, shouting his brother's name as he looked down the banks. He didn't see him beneath the waves. He didn't see him drifting further down the river. He didn't see him safe and sound on the shoreline. All he saw was murky water and trash, the only constants of this freaking river.
He stuck his hand into the water. It felt tingly again. Why the heck did this water feel so weird and tingly? He looked at Flawizarmon pleadingly, as if hoping the strange wizard would have some answers. Really, he seemed like the only one who had any idea what was going on around these parts. |
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Post by Rei on Jan 24, 2016 0:49:09 GMT
Nonchalantly, Flawizarmon replied, "A Digimon." He kept staring into the water, figuring some things out. Elliot should be alright...should was the keyword. At least he wouldn't be drowning any time soon. If anything he was in the Digital World safe and sound. That is until digimon start attacking if there were any nearby. "Your brother's okay, for now. Looks like the River is linked to the Digital world. More than likely he got whisked away and landed himself there." Ah, maybe he should explain more.
"Uh- the place I come from. Digmon is short for Digital Monsters and the Digital world is our dimension, basically made by you humans through your technology. It got out of their hands and here we are, living, breathing super-powered creatures. More or less." Way to bluntly break the news! Flawizarmon stuck his hand into the water as well, and sure enough, the appendage obscured as if it was falling apart. Really it was just trying to pull him back through - nothing to fear! He hummed, standing. The Wizard left out the most important part, but he figured it would be too much for the boy to take in currently.
"The only problem is where he landed. It's an unstable portal, and could drop him off anywhere -Unlike the Terminal. If we go in after him, we could end up in an entirely different place." That was the problem, wasn't it? Good news, then the bad news.
Rei.
How did she know that again? At least she was somewhat still...aware, as to whatever was going on. Don't worry, I gotcha'. She spoke too soon. The soothing raspy voice lulled her into another black out. Oh dear. Harmonizing was still a ways off. Flawizarmon sighed and scratched his cheek. "Way to go, bonehead." He grumbled quietly to himself, looking at his murky reflection upon the rivers surface.... So how was Isaac going to react? He glanced over to him with a tilt of his head.
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