In a Corrupted Mind [Mission] Apr 13, 2016 22:51:06 GMT
Post by darkblade on Apr 13, 2016 22:51:06 GMT
At the very least, they were able to follow directions... but even at this stage of the 'game', Wizardmon was still getting a few surprises. Isaac was expected, and as Elliot didn't have a partner, that just made sense... but even Scout had a spirit form? Was the BlackAgumon a lone Digimon, then? "Ai, ai, ai..."
"Just be glad none of them are too big for the ship!"
Indeed, they were fortunate enough for that. It wasn't anything like a house-boat, but for all the machinery they had to fit, it was a sizeable vessel with an accessible lower level compartment. As Datamon sealed that shut, the machine took to the helm, the Wizardmon boarding as the last would get on. With how full up they were, there would be some holding onto the rails on the side, but it wasn't anything unmanageable. "We all on?"
"Get us set up, ya Wiz!"
"Tch. Excuse me for a second." Taking to the center of the boat, the Wizardmon hoisted his staff into the air. With its glow, two spells were declared in succession: "Wizardmon's spell, silence! BlueMeramon's spell, Haze!"
The effect would be simultaneous: resting the still-glowing staff at his side, a shimmering barrier would be seen around the boat, a near-transparent bubble and a shimmering wave, almost like steam. "Like this, none will be able to sense our data, hear us, or see us physically from the outside. Though... kind of hard to see from this side, I'll admit. Datamon?"
"Alright, hang onto somethin, kids!"
Dropping the tether off onto the dock, the Datamon kicked it off. After a short idle, the boat kicked off onto full speed. Impressively, the Wizardmon managed to brace himself and keep his footing, without hanging onto any part of the boat as it lurched. The rest, though? They had better have listened to their advice!
Away from the torchlight at the docks, it became very clear just how dark the Dark Area was. Blackness surrounded them, only the internal lights of the boat, and the downward-pointed headlights in front of them, could be seen. This made it impossible to navigate by normal means, against this star-less sky... which was why the Datamon continuously checked the sonar and radar on his display.
And after about twelve minutes, Datamon slowed the boat to a crawl. "Right about... nah. Exactly here."
"Hmph. Think you could have been in less of a hurry than that." The headlights dimmed, the shimmering barrier still around them (could shields even last that long?), as the Wizardmon rested his staff against the driver's station. It still kept its glow, as the mage pulled open the door to the storage compartment, before turning, quickly doing a headcount.
"Three, two, and four... nine." Muttering that to himself, he shook his head. "Alright, everyone stand off to the sides for a bit." He had anticipated up to eight, so this wasn't too much of a stretch. It couldn't be helped for space, but eight sleeping mats were pulled, and rolled out at the center of the boat. Muttering to himself again, his eyes flickered towards the BigAgumon. "You good sitting up? Can't really fit you otherwise."
"Everyone else, pick a spot." The Datamon was on a different task, pulling up a number of analytical devices: one for the ocean itself, one that looked like a sonograph to detect data signatures, and another to detect signatures of humans. The latter group would be handed out pulse sensors to be put over their finger and a single medical node ("Just place it against your temple"), while the former would automatically be detected by that second device.
"Be ready. As soon as everything's in place, we'll get this operation started."