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"Not testing you," Kouhei explained after a pause. "Pushing you. Digimon respond to human emotions. To need. I had to push you to get you to start to understand your own power. It worked, didn't it?" Well sure it had. You provoked them into smacking you pretty good.
"I didn't know you were humans, at first." Kouhei's voice lowered as he sunk into old memories. Years of pain and fear came back to him as the boy reminisced, perhaps pushed by the lingering effects of the fear gas. "I spent three years trapped in this world," he explained suddenly. I just... Fell, on my way home. And then i was here. Every Digimon I encountered wanted to kill me. I lived in fear for years until I found my way out. The only ally I had was the... The spirits I call on. Anything else was out to take them, kill me or both. When you and your brother came running at me..." Oh. So that's why you nearly murdered them. Crazy guy. He was dragged from his reverie by Isaac's timely shout, and PawnChessmon's wild dive barely saved him from the insane trap. Scrambling to his feet, Kouhei raised his small-seeming spear, aiming for the boulder on its return path. Maybe he could deflect or stop it.
"Go for the exit," He cried. "Pawn Lancer!" PawnChessmon threw his weapon at a spot high on the boulder; if it stuck hopefully the weapon's momentum would drive it in further and act as a brace to keep it from rolling on them.
Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Apr 2, 2016 17:55:20 GMT
"That's where the furnace is, and where I got thawed out," the Citrusmon explained. "Hell if I know how long I was frozen in there for, but it's been a good three days since I've been out. Only exit I saw is that grate, and after spending more time than I'd like to admit stuck halfway through I decided screw that. Maybe if you kids are skipping that one, you aren't so stupid after all." That was a compliment! Sort of! Seemed this orange was still pretty sour, though. One could even go as far as to call him tart. However, Elliot seemed a little confused by his mention of no exits.
"What about the elevator?" Elliot suggested. "That's how we got here."
"Jump down the shaft and end up pulping myself? I'm a Digimon, kid, not Superman. I'm not gonna be breaking my bones over this." However, the Citrusmon's initial griping gave way, as he did a double take at what Elliot said after. "Wait, wait. The elevator's back up? Hell yeah! Way to make yourselves useful!" The fruit Digimon started to run off, but Elliot shot him a pleading look.
"Wait! Before you go, could you help us move the furnace?" he asked, worriedly. "There's something really important we need here, and that might be our only shot at getting it."
"And risk waking up those tar sacks? Gimme one good reason why I should," the fruit demanded, arms folded.
"Because then we'd be trapped up here with no way out!"
"Not really my problem, kid. I've been freezing my ass off here for days now. I need it way more than you do."
Elliot looked pleadingly at Maia. There had to be something they could say so they wouldn't be screwed over by this orange, right?
Isaac raised an eyebrow as he listened to Kouhei. Many parts of his story rung true with Isaac's experience as well. There was the Tankmon, the Bakemon, those bullies that attacked the Pikeymons, that insufferable Ulysses. So many Digimon, all out to do harm and wreak havoc. So many that wanted him dead. And that was only half of a week in the Digital Word, with him being able to freely step away from it whenever he wanted. Apparently Kouhei was denied such a luxury, instead forced to keep on roaming through the wastes for three whole years. Isaac hated to admit it, especially for a guy who tried to have him and his brother killed, but he was starting to feel kind of bad for Kouhei. Then again, the memory of ending his first day in the Digital World with a spear pointed at his jugular was still raw and fresh in his mind.
Had Kouhei become one of the monsters he had previously lived in fear of?
"That's awful," Isaac said, unable to find any other words. Thankfully, he didn't need to, because the trap going off in full force was now commanding most of their attention. Fortunately, judging by how quickly Kouhei had snapped into action, it seemed like they already had a plan. Isaac made sure to stay far to the side of the ramp just in case, figuring that if Kouhei's strategy backfired he didn't want to end up as an Impmon pancake.
"Giiii . . ." The Gizumon let out a dejected groan as Kouhei stabbed valuable test chamber property. It slowed the boulder somewhat, even if it didn't stop it. Sure, Isaac and Kouhei would now have far more time to react to the swinging boulder's passes, but at what cost? Look at that ugly white scar in the beautiful, meticulously-carved stone! It was going to take so long for the Gizumon crew to buffer out at this rate. Still, with the boulder slowed, it was able to continue dutifully recording the group as they scrambled up the ramp. Even if administration had stopped showing up again long ago, the Gizumon couldn't pass up such useful footage.
"Almost there," Isaac grumbled, stuck at about the midpoint of the ramp. By then, it started to become way too vertical to climb on foot. Fortunately, Isaac didn't need to be on foot for much longer. Feeling his energy from earlier restoring, he began hovering on a trail of darkness with a cry of "Shadow Ascent!" He stuck out his hand for Kouhei, motioning for the pawn to grab on so they could finally get to the top of the ramp. Once there, both exits would be far more plainly visible.
The door on the side of the ramp Kouhei and Isaac stood on was heavily weathered and rusted over. There seemed to be small bullet holes in it, too unevenly spread to be the precise work of automated turrets. The symbols above the door were weathered and faded, but seemed to indicate that touching anything was outright prohibited. The exit on the other side of the room, meanwhile, was almost eerily pristine. Even the paint looked as fresh as the day it was applied. It seemed not many had triggered the Sisyphus Chamber before, and with it there was barely any reason to go through the doorway.
Something old, or something new. Truly a conundrum.
The tamer listened to the Citrusmon, beginning to grow tired of the Digimon. Kuu was trying to think of some sort of solution to all of this, but nothing was coming to mind. Oh, what could a little fox do? He wasn't about to spout nonsense at a time like this! Chances were, he'd actually end up trapping the group here!
"I've got a couple reasons why you shouldn't take the elevator right now, at least," Maia offered. "Like, the creepy stab-happy stuffed Digimon that's waiting for someone to show up outside of the elevator. I'm betting he'd be glad to turn you into juice," she pointed out, thinking about the creepy Porcupamon. "Or, that we already locked down the facility, so you're going to be trapped in a worse predicament than here." Oh, yeah. They were pretty much stuck no matter where they'd go, weren't they? "Plus, not sure if you should trust the elevator. It almost dropped while we were in it. Sure you want to take the same risk as if you just jumped down the shaft, anyway?"
Crossing her arms, the girl looked at the grate again. If all else failed, they'd have one option to escape, at least? "At least, if you stay with us, you're only wasting a little time and you have a higher likeliness of living. Trust me, we don't want to thaw the weird things, either." Why did Maia have to be the only non-Digimon in the room? Sure, she really didn't want to be a Spirit User, considering the hoops that had to be jumped through to achieve anything, but she certainly felt useless in the Digital World. "And, hey, who knows? Maybe we'll find a way to make you a little less orange in the process of all of this?" That may be a stretch, but who was to say it was impossible?
PawnChessmon scrambled after his Impmon companion, his metallic feet and mitten-like hands finding little purchase on the ramp. A glance over his shoulder revealed the boulder's progress impeded by the bent, broken spear sticking out of its surface. The boulder rolled and wobbled unevenly every time it came down on the mangled weapon, continuing its journey but at least slowing as it did so. They might actually get out of this without being squished. Sliding back a little and struggling to find purchase, PawnChessmon worked his feet furiously and scrabbled upward, using the last of his footing to throw himself a couple feet towards his companion.
Metal mitten hand grabbed gloved devil, and Impmon hauled him up to the (relatively) safe landing in front of the rusted, pitted door. He examined the randomly-placed holes in it, flinching when the boulder rolled (and then fell) past. Kouhei glanced back and forth between the two options, pristine and ruined, contemplative. "At this point they both have to be traps," he supposed, trying not to dwell on his earlier admission. An admission of weakness. She wouldn't like that. "Which one do we pick?"
Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Apr 3, 2016 3:27:49 GMT
"That a threat? 'Cause it sounds like a threat to me," the pugnacious Digimon accused.
"Will you stop?" Elliot snapped, cutting off the Citrusmon before it went off on another ramble. "There's really a big, scary Digimon down there that's just gonna try to hurt you.
We're not trying to trick you, I promise. We just want to find what we're looking for and go home. Then we can all take the elevator and leave together, right?"
Weighing Maia's warnings and Elliot's plea, the irritable fruit finally relented. "Okay, okay, jeez. Pushiest kids I've ever seen pop up in this world." He grumbled as he followed the trio through into the furnace room, stretching his arms as he walked. If they were gonna be demanding heavy lifting done before he could earn his freedom, the least he could do was make sure it was done right. Otherwise these brats would never give him his peace of mind! He watched uneasily as they passed by the Troopmon, shivering. He could've sworn their blank, gas masked gazes were fixated on him as he walked.
Compared to what kind of sludge had to be pumped into their bodies to turn perfectly good Digimon into those messes? He was starting to wonder if just becoming an orange was a stroke of luck.
The trip to and from the furnace room was fairly uneventful. Elliot grabbed the left side of the furnace, wincing as the flames belched dangerously close to his face, while Citrusmon grabbed the right. The contraption made horrible scraping noises as it was dragged across the floor, and the heat from the fire was making slimy water drip from the sides of the containment cells. The Troopmon were starting to stir, slowly but surely, yet it seemed like they were still entrapped in their prisons. Maybe if Elliot and Maia were quick about this, they'd be able to get the spirit and run without much incident. Their good luck continued up until the Spirit room, where concentrated application of flame to the great, iced-over wall slowly began to erode away at it. The ice soon melted into a great, sloshing puddle, and the spirit was ripe for the taking.
"Well, good for you. Time to make like this peel and split!" the Citramon shouted, greedily making a run for the exit. However, his triumphant chuckling was soon cut off by a sharp scream. So close to the prize, Elliot did a double take, trying to figure out what the sound was.
Only familiar heavy breathing answered.
For a second, Isaac tried to evaluate each option. The closer door also looked more obviously dangerous. The further door looked almost too pristine. Also, reaching it would force him to dodge past the boulder again, something he really wasn't in the mood for. Waiting for it to roll to a halt wasn't an option, either. Knowing this place, it'd turn out to be be some timer. Maybe it would lock all the doors and flood them with neurotoxin or something. Isaac wasn't sure. All he knew was that, while his brother and best friend were still in peril, waiting simply couldn't be on the table. He turned to fling open the bullet-battered door, a sharp beeping noise meeting him.
It turned out there were sentry turrets! Isaac flung the door shut as he noticed the barrels of a machine gun focused on him, waiting for the sound of bullets ricocheting to come to a halt. Interestingly enough, none of them even seemed to penetrate the door. As bad as the sentry gun was, there was definitely something else lurking there armed with a way higher caliber of firepower. He turned to Kouhei with this new pearl of knowledge, asking "You got any way of sneaking around besides teleporting? Because that sentry sure is not happy to see us."
He gently slid the door open, not enough for the gun to detect movement, and took a peak. From his position of absolute stillness, he could see several such guns arranged in a triangular pattern. Each corner of the room, besides the one he entered from, had three guns evenly spaced in height. A maze of neck-high walls, perhaps serving as cover or perhaps as impediments, was splayed across the floor. The concrete was chipped and shattered by the firepower, but the walls were standing tall nonetheless. The center of the room seemed taken up by a large weapon rack, the contents of which Isaac couldn't quite make out.
The main point of interest was currently suspended from the ceiling. It resembled an Andromon, but with only a half-finished head. Instead of limbs it had long, tentacle-like wires, which dangled to the floor in a limp pile. The group's Gizumon companion seemed almost shocked by the site, and promptly fled to hide behind Kouhei. Isaac, however, wasn't paying attention to the skeletal machine itself. Instead, he was paying attention to a small, statue-like object that sat within its ribcage, seemingly suspended within and crackling with purple lightning.
Even if his Digivice hadn't started to go haywire, Isaac would've recognized a spirit when he saw one.
Was any of that a threat? Maybe. There was no way that the tamer could deny that threats had crossed her mind, but she hadn't used them yet! At least, she didn't think so. Though the idea of beating the Citrusmon to a 'pulp' was an incredibly tempting pun, she knew it wouldn't be appreciated. Or appropriate in the situation. Especially since there was no way that she could back that one up, and the orange seemed like a ticking bomb when it came to his attitude.
At least Elliot was good at talking the situation down. Maia was tired of this fruit monster's rambles and overall unpleasant demeanor. Kuu was still just trapped on the fact that it was a talking fruit and he really bet that he could eat this one! Not that it was a good idea, but he could do it! And it might be tasty!
"Oh, come on. You like the company," Maia replied to the strange creature's comment. If he didn't, he would have been more hostile, right? The Citrusmon seemed to enjoy talking, at least!
Maia didn't find herself being much help with moving the furnace, instead keeping a close eye on the trapped monsters. Talk about discomforting. The Kudamon on her shoulder tilted his head, seeing them begin to stir, "maybe they just want friends? They're lonely!" That was one way to look at it. It probably wasn't the case, but wouldn't it be great if it was? If only his tamer could be as optimistic! In her perspective, no, they would probably prove to be pretty true to their appearance. What even made monsters like them?
But, once the furnace was brought to the proper room, everything seemed to be looking up a bit. This wasn't too bad! Now, the spirit was right there, and they just needed to find Kouhei and Isaac! Just as the Citrusmon began to leave, Maia could feel her partner beginning to tense on her shoulder. "Hey, it's alright," she started, reaching up to scratch the fox on his nose, "he's probably not going to just lea-" And then there was a scream.
Feeling her heart skip a beat, wide eyes turned to look to Elliot. "Grab the spirit," she insisted, trying to keep her breathing regulated. This wasn't good. Taking a step back, the girl found her own Digimon stepping forward, hopping off her shoulder without a sound. "Maybe it wants friends?" the girl tried to turn the earlier suggestion from her Digimon back onto him, but the Rookie didn't seem to be listening.
After all, maybe that scream wasn't someone dying or anything? Maybe it was just out of surprise! Right?
Kouhei saw it too. That totem was obviously the spirit Isaac was after. Which meant they had no choice but to get into the room. Joy. He grimaced a little at the Gizumon and stepped away, slipping his buckler from his back and contemplating and the bullet holes in the door. He reached out to rap his knuckles against it, once, listening to the dull thud it made. "My shield will probably deflect most of the bullets. I'm not sure about whatever put the holes in the door, though." After a moment's thought, the PawnChessmon reached out and slapped the shield into Impmon's hands. "My body is sturdier than yours. I can take a few hits, if need be. I can go in first and draw their fire; once I'm in you should beeline straight for your spirit. The shield will give you a fighting chance to get close. Let's get that spirit and get the hell out of this hell."
Nodding to his somewhat-unwilling companion, Kouhei grabbed the pitted door and yanked it open, slipping in nimbly and sprinting through the maze of low walls. He figured speed was his ally, so rather than get pinned he risked the occasional stray bullet to keep the threats tracking him while trying to break as much line of sight with the walls as possible. He only hoped Isaac would take the hint, and move. It was time this madhouse gave them their prize.
((Impmon currently has PawnChessmon's shield. This means when he is endangered Kouhei can activate his Dominant Shield to provide protection.)) [Dominant Shield] Crouches behind his buckler, shielding himself from a single Rookie-level attack or lower without harm. Higher-strength attacks will break through, though hopefully his shield will still mitigate some of the damage.
Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Apr 4, 2016 4:34:50 GMT
Elliot stuck behind to grab the artifact, and thankfully was spared the grisly spectacle Maia and Kuu were subjected to. The Citrusmon was being dragged over to the Porcupamon by its intestinal cords, frantically tearing at the thick knots but finding itself unable to even somewhat slacken them. With a few heavy-handed yanks it found itself being slowly dragged into the Porcupamon's body, soon only a single, flailing arm visible beneath the yawning maw of darkness. The Porcupamon sealed up its stomach flap again, and then the spikes layering its body all seemed to descend inwards.
There was a squelching noise, and then silence. And then the Porcupamon's labored breathing came to a still.
It slowly rose up in height, easing off the limping stance that it held before. Whatever had been troubling the creature before was now gone, its absorption of the Citrusmon's data providing renewed strength. It flexed its hand, as if feeling it for the first time, before re-opening its stomach and lashing out its intestinal rope once more. Not at Maia, fortunately. No, this time it was targeting the furnace. A single, rough tug sent the furnace careening across the room and into the Troopmon chamber, accelerating the speed at which their prisons would begin to unmelt. They began to writhe and shudder within their holding cells, but thankfully remained stuck in place.
The Porcupamon then charged forward, moving at a terrifyingly fast sprint that stood in stark contrast to its previous lumbering gait. As it reached to slash Maia with a saw-tipped arm, however, it found itself being stopped by a strong grapple. Elliot had intervened just in time, now twice as tall as his Veemon form and with way better hair. The second Spirit of Order, the wild commando Strikedramon, had been activated. One of its hands had grabbed onto the plush monstrosity's arm, squeezing tightly at the wrist, while the other was braced onto its shoulder for leverage. "Maia, get out while you can!" Elliot warned, his voice deepened yet still unmistakably his. "I'll hold him off. I don't know how good the elevator is, but it's gotta be a better shot than staying up here."
If Maia cared to check, she'd find it really wasn't in good shape. Horrible, rending claws had torn up the side of the elevator shaft, and the grand majority of the room's flooring had been torn asunder. It seemed like in Porcupamon's mad climb toward Cold Storage, the Digimon needed to break through the floor itself in order to gain access.
Isaac nodded. For as much as Kouhei made him suspicious, he had to admire his bravery. "Alright then. But let me give them a little distraction first. Imp-losion!" he said. As Kouhei yanked the door open Isaac let lose another fireball, the speedy projectile catching the attention of the sentries' motion sensors. They turned to fire at the attack, detonating it and briefly buying Isaac and Kouhei time to advance.
As Kouhei predicted, his head start lead to him drawing most of the fire. Two of the sentries were focused on him, only the one on the southern wall caring to keep track of Isaac. For that purpose Kouhei's shield was essential, allowing him to easily deflect bullets as he ran from cover to cover. A few ricocheted dangerously close to him, and areas of concentrated fire risked launching the shield out of his hand entirely, but as he tightly dashed from wall to wall he found himself able to pace how much strain was put upon his shield arm at a time. He could only hope Kouhei was so fortunate, too busy focusing on his own dash toward the prototype Andromon to really keep an eye out on his ally.
Maybe that proved to be a mistake. As Isaac made a leap for the seemingly-deactivated machine, its single, ominously glowing eye snapped right open. The cables that made up its right arm wrapped into a large, fist-like appendage, sending the boy hurtling to the floor. A few bullets slammed him in the shoulder as he landed, forcing Isaac to frantically hold up his shield and cover himself. With his shield focused on the bullets and his glare focused on the android, he found it remarkably hard to move without breaking some sort of focus. A single rash move and he had been solidly pinned down, forcing him to scramble behind cover and re-examine his course of action.
Content that Isaac was stopped, the android moved onto Kouhei. Its other cables snaked down to the weapon rack, inserting themselves into ports on a large rocket launcher. The android hefted up the explosive munition, gazing down the barrel before firing a spiraling trio of rockets at the floor beneath his feet. Whether the rookie dodged or not, the flimsy flooring beneath the PawnChessmon would be gone. In its place was a hole, the ominous green glow from it lighting up the room around Kouhei. Perhaps through the constant droning of machine gun fire, he would be able to make out a sound not quite unlike a dragon's roar.
There was instant regret by both partner and tamer, after Maia had followed her rookie to investigate the sounds. "Orange-Friend?" The little fox squeaked, taking several steps back, now finding himself behind Maia's shoe. Sure, they'd seen a Digimon die before, but not like this. Before, it had felt more like it deserved it. It had been in self defense. Now? Now, it just felt like slaughter. And, with the alarming way the Porcupamon began to react to ingesting the creature, it also felt a lot more permanent.
"Oh," Maia murmured, feeling her stomach drop. There were no words to describe how she was feeling right now. Breathing faltered, feeling as if everything in her mind was shutting down again. The monster seemed to be fully recovered, and now was acting healthy as ever. On top of that, it moved the furnace with such ease that Maia could barely find herself able to flinch. Finally, she took a step back, Kuu moving with her, as the Troopmon began to squirm and the terror puppet began toward her at an alarming speed.
This is what nightmares were made of.
In just moments, a new Digimon had appeared to save her. Except, at the same time, it wasn't really new. "E-Elliot?" the blonde gasped, a hand flying to her chest, realizing that she had forgotten how to breathe. Why was she always such a great target? Somehow, within this time, Kuu was already on her shoulder, inspecting her face to make sure that she was entirely unscathed. "A-are you going to come with me?" With the question, the tamer had already taken several steps out of the way. It became clear that if Elliot didn't join her, she wasn't actually going to let him out of her sight.
"You're leaving together." Kuu stated, in an almost harsh tone. "You don't have to be a hero, Elliot," the Kudamon informed, ears flattening. "It's my job, too." Everyone else was always saving his tamer. WarGreymon, Alicia, Elliot. What was the point in being her partner if he wasn't actually helping any? All he ever did was eat her socks!
Yellow eyes darted to meet Maia's, only receiving a small nod from the slightly traumatized teen, before jumping off of her shoulder again, now shooting up the new Spirit's body, trying to reach the Digimon's shoulder instead. Once there, it was a straight shot down one of his arms, jumping only with enough time to whip his cartridge at the face of the Porcupamon. "Bullet Whirlwind!"
At first, it seemed like a solid plan. PawnChessmon took a few glancing hits that scored his black armored body but he kept moving, dodging and running at every opportunity. He wasn't watching the formerly inert Andromon. It didn't seem to be a threat and so he didn't watch it. That was Kouhei's last mistake. Head down and sprinting, he had just enough time to hear the whistling projectiles and look up.
The little PawnChessmon tried to leap from their path, but at such range with such short legs... He really stood no chance. The missiles exploded under him and collapsed the floor where he might have landed, blasting him with fire and debris. Kouhei fell, the tell-tale glow of blueish digicode dissipating through the smoke from the explosion. When the dust and smoke cleared, there was naught but a cratered hole in the floor where he had been.
The shield Impmon had been wearing on his arm was gone, dispersed into digicode. PawnChessmon... Kouhei was gone. Isaac was well and truly alone.
Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Apr 4, 2016 21:24:09 GMT
The Porcupamon shifted position to match Elliot's grab, the two entering a classic test of strength. They jockeyed for position, shoving back and forth as each tried to make the other come to a heel. As they pushed, Elliot turned to Maia and Kuu. More than anything, he wanted to tell them to run. More than anything, he wanted to make sure they were safe. They meant a lot to Isaac, and darnit, they meant a lot to him too. He wasn't going to sit here and have them torn apart by this facility's freakish experiments just because they refused to move. It didn't help that he doubted his own strength when it came to the Porcupamon. He found himself starting to take a knee as the freakish stuffed doll began pushing at him. Whatever was fueling it, it wouldn't tire. It wouldn't wear out. It would only keep pushing itself until it unraveled, and right now Elliot was in its way.
Then Kuu helped open an opportunity by smashing the Porcupamon right in the face. One of its stitched-up eyes seemed to tremor in, if not pain, at least irritation. Enough of an opening was brought for Elliot to headbutt the beast in the face, making it stumble back. He let out a triumphant grin through his new, sharklike head, rushing forward to keep the momentum of the grapple going. He now had the advantage on the off-balance creature, keeping its arms spread back, but already it was beginning to power its way out of the restraint once more. Nervously, Elliot turned to Maia and Kuu, trying to plan what he wanted to say.
"I really don't want you to get hurt. If things get really bad, please, just go," he said, voice somewhat feeble. "But I believe in you guys. I know you can be a good hero, Kuu. You've got a better heart for it than I do, that's for sure. I don't think you can fight this guy like this, but I know you can fight him. You just gotta dig deep inside yourself and find what it takes." The Porcupamon leaned forward, slowly started to push Elliot back again. The Strikedramon was forced to take a few shuddering steps just to avoid being flung off balance. "A-and Maia! You really helped bring the best out in me and Isaac after a really cruddy day. He told me that when we were going home, and I know he meant it. You can bring out the best in Kuu too. We're both sure of it." He was starting to slip. Thankfully, the steel visor over his eyes hid how wide with worry they were, as every muscle in his body straining proved to fail at curbing the monster's unstoppable advance.
Green, watery gel started to drip onto the floor as the furnace burned brightly. Tick-tock. Tick-tock.
He wasn't the only one helpless in this situation. Isaac was forced to watch Kouhei dissolve into a puff of smoke, unable to do anything. His head sullenly looked upwards, tracking the unmistakable trail of Digicode as it rose to the sky. Was he really gone? No, no, he couldn't be. The wily boy had pulled off more tricks with his forms than Isaac even thought the knight as capable of. There had to be something else, right?
The feeling of his left hand lightening, followed by a painful bullet to the shoulder, convinced him otherwise and forcing him to duck behind his cover. Kouhei's shield was gone, and with it so was Kouhei. First priority for Isaac was now to stay on the run. Being still meant being tagged by bullets. Staying in this tight, bullet-sheltered corner meant that damned machine would be able to vaporize him with that rocket launcher. It would do so just as easily as it vaporized Kouhei, surely. At the same time, what would pointless running do? He'd just end up tiring himself out, opening himself for the coup de grace. No, running wouldn't be his magic bullet either. The last thing he could think of was by far the most appealing. This thing's death traps had separated him from two of the most important people he knew. Its arsenal blew a caring stranger to smithereens, before Isaac could even apologize for being so cold to him. Now it wasn't even going to have the courtesy to go for a quick kill, instead blankly watching as Isaac ran himself ragged for its amusement.
Isaac didn't just wanted to fight this android. He wanted to break it, to hurt it.
He didn't consider the turrets. He didn't consider the danger. Instead he waited for the Andromon to target his current shelter. It didn't express triumph at spotting him or annoyance at his persistence, instead only cold disinterest on its face as it reloaded the rocket launcher.
One rocket. Isaac clenched his fists in apprehension.
Two rockets. Isaac focused all of his energies on the area just behind and above the android.
Three rockets. Isaac prepared to listen for the tell-tale whistling noise.
As the rocket launcher fired, Isaac vanished in a cloud of explosions and smoke. The impact of the rockets completely obscured his cry of "Explosive Warp!" and as the android scanned the area beneath it detected no more digital life forms. Content, it re-entered its sleep mode, the turrets folding into the wall as well. It didn't even notice Isaac plummeting from the sky and reaching for its spine. Upon grabbing onto the android he fumbled for the spirit within it, head spinning from dizziness as he frantically groped. Perhaps a more reliable teleporting move would have allowed him to get the spirit before the android even awoke. Instead, he was startled to see its head snap around 180 degrees, glaring Isaac dead in the eye just as he wrapped his hand around the base of the spirit. A frantic red light beeped on its chest as the spirit began to fade, the distinct hum of a backup battery echoing through the room.
A cocoon of pure light enveloped Isaac, the boy smirking as he stared the android down. It shot out more of its cables, attempting to tie Isaac up, only to find two blade-bearing arms shooting out of the light. They swung down with enough force to snap the cables in half, surprisingly sturdy for mere wooden tools. Impmon was gone. In its place was the second Spirit of Chaos, the capricious forest spirit, Yasyamon. Isaac landed gracefully on his feet, looking up at the Andromon patiently. The mask hid the menacing grin currently spreading ear-to-ear across Isaac's face. If this spirit was the android's power source, it would only get weaker as the fight drew on. The fight would only get easier from here, giving Isaac more time to hurt the android as much as it hurt Kouhei.
Maia crossed her arms, hearing Elliot begin his speech. "We aren't leaving without you," she emphasized, fingers beginning to dig into her upper arms. Sure, the tamer was useless. The girl was completely hopeless and couldn't help anyone, but she also wouldn't abandon someone. The boy was too important. This mindset caused problems. Maia knew that she was only in the way. She was a perfect target for anything that wanted to get at her Digimon or her friends. But, that didn't mean that she could bring herself to leave the situation.
The Kudamon tilted his head, wondering what was bringing forth all of these statements. Was the Spirit User doubting himself? Did he not think that he was going to survive this or something? Still, the fox didn't say anything. Instead, he took a step back, throwing his head to lock eyes with his tamer. What did Elliot mean that he couldn't fight the Porcupamon like this? What was 'this'? Was it the environment? The sudden vigor of the puppet beast? Or, just that Kuu was too weak? Wait. Was Elliot calling him weak?! Regardless, the Rookie didn't move without any consent from his human.
The blonde let out a small sigh, pressing her lips tightly together. She wanted to text Isaac, just to thank him. She wanted to scold Elliot for making a speech that almost sounded like he thought he wouldn't make it through this. She wanted to have the faith that everyone else seemed to have in her and her Digimon. For a moment, she looked at the floor, before returning to meet her partner's gaze. "T-thank you, Elliot," she mumbled, forcing her rigid fingers to release her arms. Almost shakily, she reached to her pocket. "No offense, Kuu, you're a lame hero," she added, managing a nervous smirk. The Digimon's ears twitched in response, clearly confused and slightly insulted at this statement.
"Think you can do better?"
Pulling out her digivice, Maia turned the screen toward the Kudamon. Yellow eyes examined the dark screen, before nodding. "I can do the best," he retorted.
Still, Maia wasn't entirely confident this was all going to work. She had to hope, right? With a small click, the device seemed to power on, displaying a bright, but otherwise blank screen. "You'll have to prove it. Digivolve."
The little digimon nodded, as the light became more prominent, engulfing the little creature. "Kudamon, digivolve to... Reppamon!" As the light faded, a blade glinted from the remnants, before a full sized creature stood in place of the pipsqueak. "Oh. My. Gosh. Maia," the Digimon squealed, wiggling his butt, as a curved blade shifted where a tail belonged. "Look. At. This. This is awesome!"
His tamer, while trying not to discourage the excitement, crossed her arms again. "Focus on the mission, first. Wiggle later," she insisted, trying to force herself to relax a little. It was two Digimon against one, now. So, everything should be okay, right? Still, she was shaking a little from the events.
"Right! Right! Focus!" Reppamon agreed, energetically, bolting toward the side of the Digimon that was in the middle of a showdown with the Strikedramon. "Spinning Slash!" There was a small jump, as the monster began a somersault toward the Porcupamon, angling it so that the blade on his tail would likely connect. At the least, maybe he could take some of the heat off of poor Elliot! That kid sure had been through a lot today!
Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Apr 5, 2016 6:27:58 GMT
Elliot let out a triumphant laugh as Kuu burst out of the blue, his new bladed tail slicing the Porcupamon severely across the shoulder. It stumbled back, clutching its arm and leaving the side of its head open for a spinning kick from Elliot. For the first time since they had encountered the implacable beast it had been knocked down, and judging how suddenly slack it went the beast clearly had no clue how to react. Elliot took the chance to turn to Maia and Kuu, beaming proudly. "You look so cool, Kuu!" he exclaimed, still laughing a little in disbelief. His motivation technique actually ended up working? How? "See? See? I knew you guys could do it! Ooh, I can't wait to tell Isaac about this!"
The Porcupamon lurched back onto its feet as if yanked up on puppet strings. It gingerly touched its arm, feeling the stuffing leaking out, and then tilted its head curiously toward the group. They seemed so similar, yet so different. How weird! It took a few steps back to get some breathing room, and then charged directly at Elliot while letting out a ghoulish wail. Once more Elliot hunkered down to try and catch it, skidding back as his outstretched arms met the heavy shoulder charge of the Porcupamon. This time it didn't let itself get grabbed, however, knocking Elliot's hands away with one heavy paw and bashing him viciously with a hammerfist blow from the other. Elliot had to grit his teeth tightly to avoid biting down on his tongue from the force of the impact, taking a knee from how powerful of a hit it was.
He quickly forced himself back into the fight, springing forward off of his powerful legs and tail to spear the Porcupamon directly in the midsection. It let out a wheeze like a dying sack of potatoes, giving Elliot time to slip around its back and grab it in a full nelson with a shout of "Commando's Lock!". This was new! The plush puppet from purgatory let out frantic gasping noises, flailing its arms and kicking its legs as it tried to escape out of Elliot's grip. A buzzsaw-tipped claw slashed against the side of Elliot's jaw, cutting his face, but the determined dragon refused to let go. "I dunno how long I can hold him for. Kuu, hit him with everything you've got!"
The Troopmon were beginning to thaw from their prison. The tallest of the group had breached its head above the gel, letting out more heavy breathing noises. All of this panting and wheezing was starting to get really uncomfortable, really fast. However, all noise quickly fell silent as a tremendous roar erupted through the facility. The noise was gone as suddenly as it emerged, but the resulting silence still hung over the fight like an ominous fog.
The ProtoAndromon immediately snapped into action. Its eye strained as Digital code flowed across it, motioning for two of the wall turrets to unfold from their inactivity. They began firing at Isaac, who threw up the two wooden shields on his arms to try and block. Surprisingly enough, the bullets ricocheted off of them. Whatever kind of wood Yasyamon's bucklers were carved from certainly wasn't cheap stuff. The eye only glowed brighter as more turrets unfolded, pumping more firepower into the shields with each new sentry gun. What started as an easy defense soon turned into a fight for survival, as Isaac was forced to stumble back and keep an eye out for cracks in his shields. If they broke, he was a goner.
Then the turrets folded back into the wall. For the first time, emotion seemed to cross the android's face. Its head spun at a frantic 360 degrees, scanning to see who dared hack into its systems. Eventually it found none other than the little Gizumon, scaling atop the ceiling and prodding at the security programs with its spindly legs. Upon noticing the Andromon prototype it began merrily taunting it with a variety of chirps and clicks. "Gizu~! Gizu~! Gizu~! Gizu~!" it chimed, skittering circles around the top of the facility.
It wasn't laughing so much when the android hefted its rocket launcher toward it, of course. Immediately the gizmo let out a frantic metallic screech, diving out of the way of the triple-barreled projectile. This distraction gave Isaac more than enough time to line up his shot, aiming one of his blades at the wires adhering the android to the ceiling as if he was a baseball player planning a home run. His shot properly aimed, he swung both blades in an X-shape with a shout of "Cross Slash!" The resulting energy crescent sliced clean through the wires, sending the android clattering to the floor. Isaac couldn't help but laugh a little at the sight. That thing looked way less threatening when it was lying on the floor instead of hovering in the air like an all-seeing eye. He twirled one of his blades as he walked over, prepared to ensure this robot would never get up again.
He didn't expect its neck to suddenly snap up, a cold grin of triumph plastered on its face. Isaac had failed to take into account the android's wiry limbs, which rose up to form a writhing cage around the duo. Instead of getting to score a clean kill, Isaac was forced to spring around the sparking wires as they rhythmically whipped toward him. Block, parry, duck, dodge. Block, parry, duck, dodge. As Isaac was lulled into the attack's easy rhythm, one of the wires attacked out of turn and stabbed right into his previously-injured shoulder. He let out a gasp as the wire stuck into the limb, which quickly turned into a shout of agony as the android turned up the voltage on his move.
"I know! This is awesome!" Kuu nodded, a kitsune-styled mask covering whatever excited expression the fox may have. Instead, ugh, did that red eye just shift on his tail? Hopefully that was a trick of the mind! "We're heroes! Gotta do the cool stuff!" The champion added, ecstatic. Somehow, the tone managed not to come off as cocky. After all, Elliot was included in the 'we'! Maia was trying not to be included in that, however. If she was in her partner's mind, though, was a totally different story.
Instead, the tamer was looking over the digivice, faintly smiling. Huh. Maybe it wasn't so broken? On top of that, maybe the brothers were good luck! After all, since when did she have any luck with digivolving Kuu before them? Though, she didn't care so much about telling Isaac about all of this. She just wanted to be sure he was safe. Kouhei, too, despite hardly knowing him. Hopefully, the other duo wasn't running into the same troubles they had.
Seeing the opportunity, the Reppamon shouted a, "got it!" With a few rapid steps, the Digimon lifted onto his rear legs upon getting close enough to the relatively immobilized creature. "Lion Claw!" the Champion warned, despite knowing there was little the nightmare monster could do. Sharp claws would reach out, attempting to dig into the fabric-like flesh of the monster, swiping violently.
The sound of more breathing had drawn the tamer's attention, turning to try to inspect. As a roar shook the area, silence stopped the girl from actually moving to check. Nope. Maybe, she didn't want to move. In fact, it was great just standing right here, in clear view of Elliot and Kuu, and not doing anything that involved finding the source of the sound or drawing any attention to herself. That seemed pretty safe, right?
Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Apr 5, 2016 15:05:57 GMT
The swipe tore deep across the midsection, Porcupamon letting out a ghastly wail of pain. More stuffing spilled at the ground before the Digimon's feet, and for the first time it was starting to genuinely look stunned. Elliot tried to wrench the beast's arms upwards in an attempt to work the wound, but its strength was starting to return to it. It smashed its arms downwards, forcibly breaking the grip and forcing Elliot to stumble back. It then charged toward Elliot like a freight train, a wild haymaker sending Elliot wildly stumbling back. The boy gingerly nursed his chest, feeling that punch significantly harder. While he was dazed, the Porcupamon reached into his own chest cavity and produced a weapon.
It was a small orange, like the ones Citrusmon used.
Upon recognizing the shock on Elliot's face, it let out a guttural laugh. Sometimes absorbing data could be the best psychological weapon. It flung the orange right at the shocked boy, who was too off guard to even muster up a proper dodge and was therefore forced to eat a direct hit. When the cloud of smoke, which reeked of rotten orange, began to clear, Elliot was left shakily standing. The plates on his head were charred from the force of the explosion, and his wild red hair was somewhat singed.
Victorious, it turned to fling another orange grenade at Kuu and Maia. As soon as the projectile left its hand, however, it suddenly felt the sharp force of a dropkick to the back. "Rolling Start!" Elliot shouted, having flipped into the Porcupamon from behind while its focus was elsewhere. The porcupine doll gracelessly flopped onto its stomach while Elliot stood tall. Unfortunately, as he did so he felt a tight hand on his shoulder. Upon wheeling around and snapping the grip he noticed one of the Troopmon, one third of the way thawed out. Its arms were now freed, one groping for Elliot's neck to try and strangle him. Fighting was going to get really difficult with these things in the room.
Isaac fumbled for the wire, trying his hardest to push through the pain as this ProtoAndromon sought to bring him to his knees. Finally, as his vision started to blur ans his knees started to go slack, he managed to get a solid grip on the wire and tear it from his shoulder. He tried to heft the damaged arm up, but couldn't manage more than a light shake. Unfortunately, he'd be forced to stick to one sword for the rest of this fight. It wasn't the ideal situation, but considering that the android he was fighting lacked arms and legs it seemed like a fair enough turnabout. He focused his attention on the sword he could lift instead, prepared to go on the offense now that the android's trick was spent.
"Swaying Strike!" he shouted, entering a atrange, weaving trance. His body seemed to flow like water, bending limberly and swaying unpredictably as he advanced toward the android. It once more began whipping wires at him, but this time it found its attempts dodged far more easily. The strange, somewhat unnatural rhythm of the Yasyamon's dodges allowed it to easily flow around the wires, curving its body so as to barely graze them each time. A trap that had Isaac pinned down before was now far easier to dodge, and upon reaching close combat range the real fun would soon begin.
Each second brought with it another vicious smash from Isaac's sword. Swipes to the sides of the head sent it turning back and forth, a particularly powerful finishing strike sending it spinning around and around in a circle. After scrambling the android's senses with that onslaught he moved on to the metallic ribcage, smashing the left side of the machine's chassis from a different angle each time. Slowly but surely he was starting to bash the skeletal structure inwards, the prototype letting out warning beeps jalfway through the onslaught. Finally he prepared for the coup de grace, drawing his sword high above his head in hopes of directly smashing it onto the android's skull.
That was when the machine's wires struck again, shooting from their four splayed out corners and wrapping around Isaac's sword. As he tried to yank it free, he noticed the telltale red glow in ProtoAndromon's eye. That only meant one thing: laser eyes.