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...And I just need to rule it [Elliot & Isaac, Kouhei]
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Feb 23, 2016 4:47:37 GMT
Powerful? Ancient? Their dragon form looked like some kind of plucky little kid. If they were stuck with this form, while Piccolo over there got a badass skull knight, Isaac wanted a refund. Speaking of powerful and badass, the guy wasn't even reacting to any of their hits. Sure, the laser made him stagger a bit, but it was clear he was simply toying with them. Testing them? At this point the brothers weren't even sure anymore.
"I don't know!" Elliot pleaded. "I am lost, I am scared, I just want to go home-"
"-and I am sick of this!" Isaac roared in response. He had to reassert control. Elliot was retreating inwards, and if he let them just curl up in a ball and cry they'd be skewered like the catch of the day for sure. If this knight wanted a fight so badly? Screw it! He got one! Normally this would be the part where Isaac wielded his trusty Monster Manual into battle, but he had no idea how to get his backpack out of this form. Instead he rushed forward, hand cocked back and primed for a punch.
"So stop tormenting my brother and get out of my way!" The boxing gloved hand began swelling up, small at first but soon reaching a surprisingly large girth. With a bit of windup for flair, he let out a wild haymaker. That was the part he could expect, easily. The part he didn't expect, of course, was the energy stored up in his face practically detonating as it swung towards its mark. Whether it would make a big impact or simply go wild was left to be seen, but whatever the case it was going to hurt the amalgam's arm like hell afterwards.
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Post by Kouhei on Feb 23, 2016 19:29:06 GMT
The detonation of VictoryImpmon's boxing glove threw up a billowing cloud of dust that obscured everything within ten feet, blasting dirt and debris in all directions. When the dust began to settle, the Sunderland boys were standing in their amalgam form in a five-foot circle of flattened grass and dirt. There was no immediate sign of SkullKnightmon. Hold on... Did they destroy him? The punch wasn't that strong. Was it?
"I see," came a voice behind them, as SkullKnightmon appeared out of his shadowy cloak and dropped heavily to one knee. There was a scorched dent in his brestplatejust over the left eyesocket of the skull shape. "Only human emotion can bring a digimon power like that. You must be telling the truth."
"Come. I will show you how to take the Trailmon back to the human world."
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Feb 24, 2016 1:45:38 GMT
The VictoryImpmon weakly flopped onto his stomach as he saw the SkullKnightmon was good, both brothers absolutely exhausted. The only thing more sore than their arm was their minds, the effort going into keeping the spirit running growing more tiring.
"We did it. I've got no idea how, but we did it!"
"Do you think he's okay?"
"Elliot, he tried to kill us. Does it matte-"
Why yes! Yes it did! Isaac quickly shut up as the SkullKnightmon materialized right in front of their shared face. However, the knight seemed far less intent on ending their lives. In fact, there was almost an understanding in his voice. Maybe they'd be okay after all!
"Thank you so much," Elliot groaned as the VictoryImpmon peeled itself off of the floor. "I was afraid we'd never find our way out of here."
Oh, Elliot. If only you knew who you were talking to. |
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Post by Kouhei on Feb 24, 2016 3:11:45 GMT
Regaining his feet, SkullKnightmon walked over and past VictoryImpmon, their conflict seemingly long forgotten. He barely paused to look at them as he passed, a coruscating cocoon of digicode rippling around him as his form degenerated to the same wan, pale boy in hand-me-down clothes they had seen in Terminus. Had that really been less than thirty minutes ago? He stuck his hands in his pockets, glancing back over his shoulder to lock eyes with VictoryImpmon.
"Come on, then. You'll need your D-tector to get onto the platform." Kouhei resumed walking, assuming the amalgam spirit wielder would follow. He cut a straight path to the Trailmon Terminal; it was perhaps a mile through the grassy plains, the nearest entrance to the massive structure just outside the sprawling edge of the colossal digital city. Without bothering to turn around, he raised his voice to be carried on the wind to Isaac and Elliot.
"And by the way, if I wanted to kill you, you'd be dead. Now, you coming or what?" It's hard to say if that was a joke, a threat, or a promise. His voice would probably sound the same, regardless.
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Feb 24, 2016 22:36:48 GMT
There was no more time to ask questions. Both Elliot and Isaac followed after the artist formerly known as SkullKnightmon, still surprised that a boy so unassuming could be so terrifying when he got down to business. Would similar forms be on the line for them in the future? They hoped desperately that, even if it was the case, they wouldn't end up nearly as callous.
His "joke" did not go over the pair's heads. Isaac groaned slightly under his breath, muttering to his brother as the two moved.
"Not buying it."
"He is just joking, right? He has to be."
"Lets just get the hell out of here."
The two made their way to the terminal, excited that home was just a train ride away now. Before entering the building they turned to Kouhei, against Isaac's better judgment, and waved.
"Goodbye! Thank you very much for helping!" |
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Post by Kouhei on Feb 25, 2016 2:43:39 GMT
Kouhei took a hand out of one pocket to wave back at VictoryImpmon, his expression unsurprisingly hard to read. "You should learn more about that form. Learn some control before you provoke someone worse than me. Be careful out there." He watched them enter the terminal, standing vigil until the train left the station. Contemplative, Kouhei decided to use a different route back- he favored the plains portal that would take him back to the River, where he first found himself back in the human world. It seemed better to trust that than even a track-bound servitor digimon like Trailmon.
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