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In a Corrupted Mind [Mission]
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Post by darkblade on May 17, 2016 3:05:37 GMT
"Ah... my, my, seems like I've come in at quite an emotional time." Yes, not everyone was here, and now there was this giant snake-creature writhing and roaring about, like there had been some sort of tragedy. It was clear, between this group as a whole, that the Datamon wasn't going to be able to get a good status update. Not until the group settled down, just a bit.
The first sign of any real news came from Maia, supplemented by Kuro's addition. Isaac had been taken, Kai and Shiro were flying up in the sky - for some reason, and this white serpent was Elliot, distraught over his brother's kidnapping. "My, my... you all focus on such irrelevant thoughts. Where is Isaac? I can answer that for you right now: he's three feet from my left hand, with the rest of you sleepyheads." He let that sink in for a second: had they forgotten about the rules of this mission already? He quickly turned to Elliot, the hologram vanishing, reappearing in front of the snake's head. "Your brother has the ability to exit this of his free will. He hasn't, as of yet, so he must not believe that he is in enough danger to leave." If the Datamon put it that way, it was clear that playing with some level of risk, beyond what one would normally take, was not entirely out of the question.
"Now, that said, it seems that this situation has turned out to be remarkably less stable than I would like. Still, not like I can give you too much help like this. And-" He vanished again, this time appearing before Scout, "Though I like the cut of your jib, very forward thinking," once more with a poof, he stood next to Kuro, "I think this guy might be on the right track. For now, why don't we put her in charge? Eh, not up to me, you're the ones we're paying for this. So I'll leave you with this."
Snapping two metal fingers, the devices on Scout, Maia, and Elliot would pulse. "There. At least now you'll be able to properly scan the creatures around you. And from now on, I'll be speaking through your devices as needed. Just think of me as an annoying assistant."
With one last pop, he appeared next to Maia and Kuu. But no, don't think this means I have all the answers. This will be the first time I've seen this world as well. So help me to make it up as I go!"
And like that, he would vanish. It was terse, but hopefully it would help put them on the right track. If not, well, this whole mission wasn't going to go well. For now? It was in their hands, to figure out what to do next.
Presuming it was even going well to begin with, of course. Unfortunately, Isaac's effort to try and blow away the grappling Pendulum-Feet was wasted, as Shiro turned his head, letting forth a much more powerful fireball: one that would easily engulf the Imp-losion, and carry on towards the Pendulum Feet and the Impmon. And Isaac was made to watch it approach for several moments. Perhaps thankfully for Isaac, the D-Reaper entity was far faster than its assailant after this boost: with Searchers watching behind, the Pendulum Feet didn't even need to turn around, breaking into a steep climb, the Yang-Fireball burrowing into the red goop below. It even seemed to eat away at the data of the attack itself.
As for Shiro's little hugger? Well, ignorance was definitely not the best source of action. Right there, at point-blank range, that same explosion on the ground would happen right on Shiro's back leg, shredding apart the Pendulum Feet in the process. It would be powerful enough to do serious damage to Yangmon, if not entirely reduce him to Rookie right on the spot, launching them through the sky. At any rate, it would definitely send him far off course, way too far away to safely approach the fleeing Pendulum feet any longer.
This definitely wasn't the place to try and make friends.
The Pendulum Feet had done as intended, and for now, the larger creatures around seemed completely alright with his presence, as if he was just a normal part of the process. It would take only a few moments longer: soaring past the purple guardian, they would rest, right above the white kernel. The sphere would pulse once, a small opening appearing on the top, where the Pendulum Feet would float. The wires would vanish into data, leaving Isaac with nothing to grab onto, a free-fall into the sphere whose opening was far too wide for him to reach. And, just a moment later, the opening would close.
He would be left, alone, in this white prison. If there was any solace to it? Currently, the internal temperature was a much more bearable sixty-five degrees... and encapsulated him in eerie silence. Any attempts to talk would find an echo rebounding back into his ears.
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on May 17, 2016 19:56:54 GMT
Elliot was always such a talkative, bright, and cheery boy. Yet today, here he was, dead silent. Maia wouldn't even talk to him. She wouldn't even look at him. The other boy was screaming really loudly, and sounded like he was just going to be charging in and breaking stuff. The holographic robot was insisting that everything was perfectly fine, and that Isaac could just disconnect his consciousness at any time. There was no consolation. No reassurance. Just plans, and explanations, and technobabble, and so much just flying over Elliot's head. To the boy, it just didn't add up. If they could disconnect at any time, why did that thing just grab Isaac instead of just killing him?
Elliot's voice was tiny as he asked just one question. "What if he can't?"
That was all the snake said, coiled up to avoid anyone else seeing him. Judging by the fragility in his voice, and the shuddering of his massive coils, it was clear that he was just barely holding back a flood of tears. It was almost surreal seeing something so big in such a state of emotional disarray, and a reminder that at heart the Sandiramon was just a small, sad 13 year old boy. No amount of steak and hamburgers could snap the boy out of such a funk. Not when he feared that the person most important to him in life was about to be lost forever, with nothing he could ever do about it.
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Isaac defiantly groped for anything he could get his hands on. The sharpened blades. The searing cloak. Even the air, as if hoping some part would solidify by magic and catch him. All of it was for naught, though. All the Impmon accomplished was badly burning his hands, as he tried to just keep holding onto that cloak. The pain was too much for the imp, however. With a horrid burning feeling shooting up his arms, Isaac was left plummeting into the great emptiness below. Everything went black, and then everything went white.
After what felt like hours, Isaac finally found himself hitting something akin to a floor. It didn't seem to give way to his weight, and yet it didn't hurt one bit as he landed. He slowly got up, shivering a little from the sudden temperature drop. He looked to his right, and was met with white. He looked to the left and saw more of the same. Whiteness infinitely stretched in front of him, behind him, and above him. With nothing around him but this endless expanse, space was losing all meaning. With nothing to keep him company but the sound of his own breathing, so was time. And even that threatened to distort, as each breath left barely noticeable echoes in its wake. It was just enough to start wreaking havoc on the boy's perception of time. He took a few steps forward, hearing echoing footsteps in every direction in response. He squatted down and knocked on the floor, only to recoil as the knocking noise began bouncing back from every corner of the room. There was nothing to obstruct or dampen sound, and so it was left to freely echo until naturally petering out. The only solace from the maddening echoes was to keep his thoughts to his own head. At least there, the room wouldn't fling them back at him.
Isaac didn't want solace, though. He wanted escape. "Imp-losion!" Isaac shouted, the room mockingly replaying his cry over and over again. It sounded twisted, differing with each echo. Some were sorrowful, as if the Isaacs saying them had accepted their fate. Some were joyous, as if the Isaacs were ecstatic to be here. Some were fearful, as if the Isaacs knew what came next wouldn't be pleasant. Some were cruel, erupting into laughter halfway through the shout. Isaac ignored the fireball, watching it travel, hoping it would bump into some sort of wall and show the way out. Instead it sailed off until it was swallowed up by the void, Isaac hearing the tiny, indistinct "pop" of a distant explosion. It sounded as impotent as it felt. Then it began to echo, each new explosive sound creating two more in its wake. They washed over Isaac like a wave, enveloping him in a constant crackling akin to fireworks. He hunkered down against the wall of sound, trying to plug his ears, but the omnipresent noise shook him to his core.
Maybe there was another way. He charged forward, shoulder lowered, as if hoping to smash through whatever barrier left him entrapped. His footsteps echoed in his wake, as if chasing after him, and as Isaac sped up to try and outrun them they only grew louder. He squeezed his eyes shut and attempted to blot out the sound, focusing only on the possibility of victory. At least when he made impact with the wall, he would know where the limits of this void were. Such impact never came, however. It didn't come when Isaac's breath grew ragged and shaky from physical exertion. It didn't come when his legs started feeling like burnt rubber, his runner's stance changing into a shuddering stumble. It didn't come when his lungs started to catch fire, the pain intensifying in a demand to make Isaac stop. Would he ever find the exit? The charge slowly petered out, Isaac taking a few more steps forward before collapsing face-first in the middle of the void. He was sure that, no matter how far he had ran, he was still in the middle. As he fell he could hear the sound of his collapse echoed, a constant repetition of his failure. The void seemed insistent on rubbing its endlessness in Isaac's face, reminding him just how futile his attempts at escape were.
Wait. Escape. At any time, Isaac could simply disconnect his consciousness. Of course! There was an out after all! He focused intently, trying to bring himself back to the others in reality.
NO
He could practically envision the ship in his mind's eye. He could see the Wizardmon and Datamon plugging away at their analyzing equipment. He could feel the stormy winds of the Dark Area buffeting him. He could smell the appalling water of the Sea of Blood, something he never thought he would have missed. He was so close to his companions. They'd understand. They had to, right?
NO
After all, they were the ones who failed him.
No, that was no way to think about it. Pushing the thought out of his mind, he went back to the boat. Any second now, real air would be pumping through his lungs. The pain he had suffered here would be just a dull ache in the recesses of his mind. He would be able to go home again. Maybe he could plug himself back in and rejoin the fight, or maybe it would be considered too dangerous. Regardless, by the time he opened his eyes, he would be home free.
NO
As they fluttered open, Isaac found himself continuing to stare into the void. What? No, that couldn't be right! The thought went through his head countless more times. Jack out, jack out, jack out. Each time, he felt as heavy as a stone. He could strain until he went blue in the face, and yet he would still be right here. Defeated, Isaac simply lied there. The echoes began to die down, and Isaac was left alone with his thoughts.
Scout. Reckless, loud, brash, flashy. His first reaction to seeing Isaac snared was to fire the biggest attack in his arsenal right in his direction. If this was a real mission, and not a strange consciousness upload, he could have been killed. Even then, if the D-Reaper had intended it, it could have easily swung him into the blow, erasing him and leaving him comatose. Or worse. Why the hell would he do that? Did he have regard for anyone, or anything, besides using the most extravagant powers he had at his disposal? Did he think this life or death mission was a game? Just thinking about how a tiny bit of strategy could have set him free instead of leaving him in this horrible predicament made Isaac's blood boil. This was why he never trusted anybody besides himself. This was why he refused to take these powers lightly, even when some days he wanted nothing more but to finally cut loose and relax. He had to remain vigilant, if nobody else would take things seriously enough.
ANALYZING
And what of Kai? At least the rest of the group put in a token effort towards freeing him. Kai just bailed as the rest were left to fight. He literally flew where none of the others could follow. Cowardice. This was the one who Maia respected so much? The one who would just so freely leave him, her, and everyone else to their fates? Isaac could barely constrain his disgust. And if it seemed like Scout wasn't taking things seriously, Kai definitely wasn't. His Digimon giggled and laughed, as Kai told him to "race" the Pendulum Feet. Did they even know Isaac was in there? Did they even care? There was no reason why they should, anyway. Isaac was just some stranger who took this job. They had no stock in what was going on. They would just go through the mission as is. Who cares what happens to these two kids, right? Yeah, whatever, they're young and vulnerable, but they can handle themselves!
ANALYZING
Maia. Shit, he really failed her, didn't he? Some hero he was. He had hoped the Explosive Warp would knock the Pendulum Feet off track. He had hoped that his appearance would distract it, and that it would just attack or something. He could take the pain, but this? This was something else. Nothing he did could get out of the Pendulum Feet's grip, and now he was trapped in a dead zone where even the emergency panic button wouldn't work. Why had he even waited so long to use it? Maybe he had really just forgotten. Maybe he was too damn stubborn to want to let go, clinging to the hope that somebody would come for him. Maybe he was afraid that they'd think less of him if he bailed out, especially so early on in the mission. Leaving Maia and Elliot alone was something he refused to do. They meant too much to him. Now here he was, doomed. There were so many date ideas left undone. The warmth of her smile, the touch of her hand, the brightness in her eyes. Those might be things he would never see again.
ANALYZING
Nor would he be able to be there for his brother. God, he was the worst big brother ever. He couldn't stop him from going on this mission. He couldn't stop him from uploading his consciousness into this nightmare world. He couldn't be there to keep him safe, like he always promised he would. When it came time to step up to the plate, he had failed. And yet, was that not the status quo around here? Against Alicia, against Iko, against the wild Digimon they fought, even against these strange creatures, Elliot was always the better fighter. He was the one who scored hits, who protected others, and who knew the right things to say to help innocents. Isaac talked a big game, but in the end what did he even do? He was extraneous. Elliot was essential. Was he jealous of being routinely outperformed by his own little brother? Maybe a little. But at the same time, he was just disappointed by how useless he was. Maybe it was for the best that he was the one brought here, instead of anyone else. At least everyone who actually mattered was still in fighting shape.
ANALYZING
And so, Isaac was left to wonder what would happen next. Was this just some kind of giant stomach? Would it start flooding with the red liquid from below, burning him with the intensity of a thousand Pendulum Feet touches? It'd certainly make sense. Grab the weakest one and feed it to their king. Or maybe this was just a prison, and he'd be forced to spend an eternity in an endless white void. Did Digimon age? Would this madness last forever, until he ended it himself? It didn't make sense why this strange being would do that, though. Maybe it sought to turn him into one of the strange beings, stripping away his sanity and bodily form until he was a mass of malleable code. Or maybe, just maybe, this strange white void would do something Isaac could never expect.
ANALYZING
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Post by Scout Evans on May 17, 2016 20:39:57 GMT
RizeGreymon is ready for action! All of his weapons are fully charged and at the ready, with enough firepower to probably level the forest! This is the way to do it! ...Isn't it? He can't hear what Sandiramon is saying over the roar of his laser-jet-wing-things, but he gets the idea as he sees the snake coil up. It's easy to forget, sometimes, that he's not the only one in a Digimon suit. This other kid seems like he's younger, maybe Takahiro's age.
He soundlessly transitions between forms, slide-evolving down into Agunimon and landing gracefully on the floor. A hand is placed on Sandiramon's side as Scout regains volume control at long last, “I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking. Come on, we'll go find him,” ...Next time he might insist people wear name badges, “and then we can wrap this up and get out of here. But we can't do this without the two of you,” Uh. Other name. Dammit, this is infuriating. Eventually he'll have to admit he isn't a thousand percent sure of their names, but.
Scout looks over his armored shoulder at Kuro, “Kai being with Shiro doesn't exactly fill me with the confidence it used to. They charged off without a second thought for everyone else's' safety, your own included. And I'll be damned if I ever forgive either of them for that,” Oooh. How very unlike Scout. Less happy-go-lucky and more...sort-of brooding and accusatory. Must be serious!
He pats Sandiramon's flank again before standing and waiting to see what the kid's decision is going to be, or if anyone else has any input. He's not going to charge off by himself. RizeGreymon was a mistake. He'd've been no better than Kai, leaving the others by themselves. Sure, he's not the strongest guy around, but he feels some level of responsibility towards the others. Chances are he's been at this longer than most of them, after all. And above everything else, he doesn't want to see anyone get hurt, or upset. He's already failed on the second count, but it isn't too late to prevent the former.
He has the tools to deal with this in a way that doesn't involve half the group dying, he just needs the strength to use them. But last time...well. He still has nightmares about what he became, and what he's going to become again.
“Maia?” Is that her name? Oh god let that be her name. “Coming?”
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Post by Maia on May 19, 2016 6:52:35 GMT
Amber eyes shifted to Kuro, hearing her distaste at Maia's comment of her brother. "I would apologize," she began, but nothing followed. There was a strange tingling in her arms, and the girl had a hard time fully processing that this wasn't, in fact, real life. The mind was funny like that, wasn't it? Instead, it felt hard to breathe, she was far too warm, and a thick haze felt like it was looming over her thoughts.
Kuu wanted to fix the situation, though. Kuro couldn't be grumpy at Maia! They all had to be friends! Best of friends, in fact! "It's not an insult," the fox insisted. "That's just how Maia shows affection! She calls me names like that all the time! And sometimes other people! It just means she cares. I bet she thinks Isaac's an idiot right now!"
That was spot on.
But, the girl was also thinking the same about herself. And everyone that took up this mission, in fact. Aside from the yelling dinosaur, that had just turned into something not yelling, and maybe Kai. They seemed more like they belonged here than anyone else. Maia should have stopped the brothers from going on this stupid quest-thing. And to come along too? This was just insane. In an awful kind of way. Even with Datamon trying to assure everyone that Isaac could easily leave, she just wouldn't buy it. The boy was stubborn. Chances were, even if he was in awful danger, he wouldn't leave Elliot behind. These thoughts remained silent, not wanting to further the distress of the snake monster nearby.
While the now much less shouty Spirit User was talking to Kuro, Maia kept her arms tightly crossed to her chest. "Kai," there was hesitation, as the tamer tried to find something to say. He wasn't just going off to play games, really, was he? She had more faith in her neighbor than that. Finally, a bit of the haze in her mind seemed to be settling. "I'm sure Kai knows what he's doing," she insisted. Maybe, he really didn't. Maia certainly never had a clue as to what she was doing! Why expect it from someone else? Maybe, because he had done this longer? While the faith in Shiro may be a little lower than average, her opinion didn't falter. After all, the only reason she had more faith in Kuu than the white monster was because she had spent a lot of time with her own Digimon.
The Reppamon nudged his tamer with the nose of his mask, strangely quiet. While he had wanted to side with Shouty-Dinosaur's plan to level everything, because it sounded fun, it appeared that wasn't an option anymore. In fact, with how Maia and Elliot were acting, the Digimon seemed to have settled himself down for the time being. Somehow. It probably wasn't going to last long. "We gonna be heroes?"
Between the question of her partner and the stranger addressing her, the girl seemed to have a pause in her thought patterns again. "Y-yeah," she nodded to Scout, before moving toward Elliot.
It was strange watching a large snake monster in such a small state. Elliot was still Elliot. And, nobody could really leave without him, either. "It's going to be okay," she finally managed to the boy. There was an important thing to note here. 'It's' was not 'he's.' Hopefully, the detail would go unnoticed. Somehow, everything would turn out okay, even if the result of them finding the boy was less than ideal. "I-We're going to fix it," the blonde tried to assure. "Think of it like the Dark Area, the first time we visited," that wasn't a memory that she really wanted to trigger, but it was going to happen anyway. But, this time, Maia was on the side of trying to fix the broken one. "Everything turned out fine, then. It will now. So, let's start moving, alright?"
Kuu tilted his head to Kuro, as it seemed the group had agreed that she had the best idea. "You're really smart, huh? That's fancy. You should wear a top hat." Good to know that even this kind of situation made the fox say the dumbest things.
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Post by Kai Haimura on May 23, 2016 23:47:18 GMT
Even if anyone else had responded positively to the idea of her being in charge, Kuro had no intention of leading anyone. Especially not these people. She gave Scout a long, hard stare. "If you truly believe that, then you must not know Kai as well as I thought you did." She turned around. She was done here. "We don't have a lot of leads on your brother. If he, like you, forgot about the escape feature, then he's still here... Without knowing where it took him... Your best hope is to follow the tubes, and hope he is being brought to the main body. Between the five of you, you should be able to take care of anything that gets in your way."
Pointedly, the black Digimon had not included herself in the headcount. "I have an idiot and his tamer to fill in. Shiro may be obsessed with the idea that these things are friendly... But his firepower is no joke. Besides, Kai's been with him long enough, I'm sure he's been brought to his senses. Either way, he will be a valuable asset in further fights... As will Kai, once he knows what we now know... Particularly, these things' weakness to fire." It seemed Kuro had a lot more faith in Kai than Kai did... Or anyone else, for that matter.
Let the others bicker over what they did. She'd said her piece, and she had a pair of boys to find. She just hoped she would find them in one piece, as she lumbered gracefully out of the clearing... Away from the others.
For a Digimon weaker than Shiro, the point blank explosion may have spelled instant death... As it appeared to have for his hitchiker. As it was, Shiro's hind leg was visibly shredded by the impact... His coarse white coat painted by his own black blood. But the Yangmon was not yet counted out. His leg may be in bad shape... But his wings were uninjured. Certainly, there was a plummet due to the initial shock, but soon a powerful wingbeat killed their downward momentum... And not a moment too soon, as he nearly clipped the red sea below them. Kai had only caught a glimpse of what happened to the attack Shiro had fired... But he could tell that it was not something that should be touched.
Strangely, Shiro was silent. Not a single word came forth from the Digimon. Whatever went through his mind was as mysterious as the motivations of these creatures.
"Come on, Shiro. We need to get back to shore. Need to see how bad your leg is... Shiro?" There was no response from Kai's massive, flying partner. Regardless, Shiro took a wide turn- Heading back to the shores. Kai wasn't sure he liked this silent, brooding Shiro anymore than he liked the idiotically happy one who failed to recognize an enemy for what it was.
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Post by darkblade on May 24, 2016 3:11:36 GMT
"Mmm... I hate to be the bearer of bad news here, but I don't believe you've all picked a good time to have an emotional get-together." Between Elliot's depressed state, and both Maia and Scout left to try and pick up the pieces, the entire situation didn't seem to bode well from the Datamon's perspective. Speaking through all available Digivices, he quite bluntly made his point: "After all, you're all still standing in enemy territory, right? Tell me, has anyone even had the common sense to suggest moving away to try to hide? Or do you think they just forgot that you were here?"
Though this part of the group hadn't seen the big picture yet, it was clear that Datamon knew a little more... perhaps from Kai's perspective? Regardless, this wasn't a battle that could be won passively. The longer they stood around, the greater the risk of being overwhelmed was. But maybe, just maybe, the Datamon was wrong, and this could be something they could drag out a little bit longer-
Nope. With the scouts still watching from the canopy above, it wasn't hard for one of the creatures to break off and deal with this new group of 'pests', and it had sent a very capable antibody to remove the rest of them. Pulling open the canopy, this large entity stood from above, a good ten feet taller than the rest of the trees around it, its yellow mouths clacking every few moments.
"✋⬧♋♋♍'⬧ ♌◆❒♎♏■?"
Its clicks and rattlings made little sense to the normal ear; one would be hard-pressed to tell if it was communicating at all. Nor did it really matter: four mouths on its head gave off a harsh red glow, building up an attack that would obliterate the clearing in one go. Fortunately, the Digivices would prove much less useless now, Datamon's converter clearly displaying the threat:
"Paratice Head"
Mega-Level Threat
Siege Specialist
It still didn't leave them a lot of time: in the next moment, red light would pour out of its mouths, in an intense laser blast, intent on vaporizing the entire area where they were standing! They were charged and aimed, directly at Scout's, Kuu's, Maia's, and Elliot's position, but even the explosion caused by these half-meter wide beams would leave the entire area in disarray!
Kuro would have a different problem on her hands. As she snuck out of the area, she would avoid the threat of the Paratice head, but she would find the warzone that Shiro and Kai had the pleasure of viewing earlier... and, perhaps ended up a bit too close to another entity.
'Horn Striker', an Ultimate-level, warrior type threat, quite adept at sensing its surroundings. Unlike the creatures before that had relied on sight, Striker had no eyes to speak of, and the moment that Kuu had made it out of the clearing, it had already taken note of her. It lumbered forth, its size making it quite easy to cover large distances despite its clunky frame. If the Yin-Digimon wasn't careful, if Striker got a good bead on her, well, Kuu was going to learn what it felt like to be a downed football.
Hm... maybe Shiro had a little more bite than the D-Reaper had expected. The main purple creature guarding the sphere noticed the retreat, and took no action itself, though the Yangmon was definitely not fully out of the woods yet. After all, directly over the D-Reaper's field, there was much more that the entity could do. It wasn't approached directly by another creature immediately: instead, the surface of the field began to fizzle, red bubbles floating upwards. Behind him, under him, and eventually in front of him, in an effort to make their escape far more complicated.
"I wouldn't touch that if I were you. Seems purely corrosive to data." Datamon's voice popped up on Shiro's Digivice, though it was unable to scan the entity entirely. At Shiro's current speed, simply 'getting back to shore' was going to be a lot more complicated, before they would be overwhelmed by this... 'flood' of sorts.
But then there was that Digimon already overcome, left in despair in the D-Reaper's kernel. For several minutes, or at least what felt like an eternity to Isaac, he would be left in silence. Silence, but unable to settle himself: an aspect of this kernel was to keep the mind constantly running, constantly perturbed, to work and irritate and observe as the subject squirmed within. However, it took quite a while for this entity to decide how to act upon its new subject. There was just so much floating around, so many things for it to toy and play around with: did it play to its fear? Its anger? Its loss?
Or did it do something far more sinister?
"My, my... they did quite a lot to you, didn't they?" After a few moments, a familiar voice would fill Isaac's ears, and under his shoulders, two familiar, gentle arms would wrap around. Holding him close, even scratching the back of his neck. Defying all common sense, Isaac would feel Maia close to him, a comforting tone to her voice. Perhaps his first concern would be for her well-being, having been caught here at all...
... Or perhaps maybe he thought he'd already gone mad, and that this was just a part of his mind. Nonetheless, the voice would go on: "They were quite uncaring, weren't they? Going full force, not worrying about you at all! Oh, they don't get you like I do, sweetie." She chuckled, flicking his ear. "Just a confident older brother trying to do the right thing. And no-one appreciates that. No-one cares, naught for me or your brother..."
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on May 25, 2016 6:16:54 GMT
Hearing Kuu say that about Isaac stung deep. He wanted nothing more than to protest and to lash out, yell at Kuu for even suggesting something like that. He wasn't an idiot! He couldn't be! He was just caught off guard, and hurt bad. There was no room to say anything, though, no matter how badly he wanted to. He settled for biting his tongue hard, glowering and stewing. Even someone he considered a really close friend said something so cruel. Was there anybody who would stand by him?
Surprisingly enough, it was the screaming guy who seemed to be talking right past him previously. He had shifted to a far less obnoxious form, and in a shocking turn of events actually apologized! Elliot was visibly taken aback, coiling back in reactive fear at the other spirit user's touch. Upon realizing that no, he wasn't being attacked and yes, everything was fine, he sniffled and managed to pull out a weak smile. Maia's assuring words only further helped. Not even bringing up the Dark Area could sting, after the support of one old friend and one new friend started pulling him out of his slump. Today, Porcupamon had been replaced by a far different boogeyman, anyway.
At this point, Elliot didn't even bother blinking back the tears. They flowed freely, staining the decaying ground in something that wasn't horrible, burning red fluid for a change. "Thank you, guys," he choked out, his voice lost in graceless blubbering. "I'm just so scared. But if you guys are here with me, maybe Isaac will be okay after all-"
A shame not all of these guys were here with Elliot! Kuro started walking off, abandoning them just like the rest of her team. The brief turnaround in Elliot's mood was beaten back hard. He desperately shouted toward the other Digimon, saying "Wait! You can't just leave us like this! Please!" It was far too late, however. Kuro was gone.
And now something else appeared in its place. In a desperation move Elliot flung himself away from the blast, gazing in awe at the sheer destruction left in the wake of the Paratice Head's attack. If he had been a second slower on the draw, he would have been reduced to nothing but ash. He cast a look of concern to his friends, hoping they would be able to make it out of the way as well, before rearing up to match the titan's height. "Rain of Pain!" he shouted, firing a spears of light in a wide cone. His goal here was to target the heads, hopefully at least stunning it long enough for his stronger friends to get back into the fray.
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Of all the voices Isaac could have heard slicing through the void, this was the one he had expected the least. He visibly perked up as Maia's voice echoed through the room, flitting through the boy's ears several times with each echo. So many questions bounced through his head. What was she doing here? How could she be so calm about all of this? How did she even get here? Was she even real? Did she get captured too? Why didn't Elliot protect her? Was he also going to be joining them? Or was he . . .
No. Even in Isaac's wildest hypotheticals, that mere idea gave him far too much pain to consider.
He listened as she talked, blushing slightly from her embrace and nodding in response to her questions. There was nothing more he wanted than to just lose himself in her presence, the one good thing to happen to him since falling into the void. Unfortunately, one word brought it screeching through a halt, like a sudden record scratch. "Sweetie." With just one word, the illusion was shattered. "Maia" had been uncharacteristically intimate through this tight yet gentle embrace, but that was a nickname he couldn't even imagine her saying. This left some questions answered, and others raised even further. If this wasn't Maia, who was this?
Making matters all the more complicated was that, even if this wasn't the real Maia, a part of Isaac didn't even mind. Being trapped in a void where time and space had no meaning was already putting him on the edge, and even an illusion of comfort was more than enough to bring a smile to his face. Besides, wasn't this everything he wanted? He was being validated for every wrong that had been committed against him. He was being held more closely than ever by somebody who meant the world to him. He was able to hear Maia's voice at least once more, before whatever the hell the D-Reaper had in store for him happened.
If this was all just a dream, Isaac didn't want to wake up. If this was all just a hallucination, Isaac didn't want to be sane. Instead he let himself melt into "Maia's" arms, closing his eyes tightly and pretending that they were anywhere but here. A scenic river slicing through the park, the sun highlighting the leaves a gentle dream, the cool spring breeze competing with Maia over who could tousle his hair more. Yeah. That would all be wonderful.
As Isaac let himself give in to the siren's song, there was only one thing he refused to do; turn around. The ideas of what he could see if he actually looked at "Maia" terrified him. |
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Post by Scout Evans on May 25, 2016 17:43:20 GMT
Scout glares as Kuro leaves. Of course that's what she did. Just like her idiot brother and her stupid-useless-idiotic-tamer. He feels his temper surge, "...Forget her. We'll get your brother back without her help. I promise. She'll only get in our way," He stands up and looks around, trying to get a bearing on where they should be going when...yeah. Lasers happen. He barely manages to vault out of the way, and finally releases the lock holding his negativity in check. As with his previous evolutions a blazing aura surrounds his body, obscuring him from sight as his data is reconfigured. He grows far more than he had even as RizeGreymon. Forty feet? Fifty? A silhouette similar to that of Greymon appears in the flames...before the skin melts away and the fire dies down. The creature in Scout's place has an aura of menace about it (not to mention the fact that Scout didn't loudly announce his Digivolution this time). When it does make a sound, it doesn't quite come out as words. A long demonic-sounding droning-groan. It probably isn't very maneuverable but...how does one hurt something without nerve endings or flesh? It groans again, and launches the organic missile from its spinal column. Said missile flies towards the creature that's attacking them, and explodes (assuming it makes contact)! Yay, more fire attacks! A new missile rapidly grows in place of the one that was just fired. Unlike the last time, Scout has... some measure of control. Not enough to speak or deal with complex problems but...a controlled rampage. Yeah. What could go wrong? |
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Post by Maia on May 28, 2016 8:41:01 GMT
While Maia wasn't entirely interested in standing around, Elliot's comfort had to come first. He was just a kid! She couldn't just hurry him along to jump through some more flaming hoops. Though, the teen wouldn't deny that there was likely some sort of clock ticking, and Isaac would be less likely to survive the entire endeavor. Kai's grumpy Digimon didn't seem to be having any of this, though!
"Kuro," the blonde mumbled, hugging her arms tight to her chest. While she didn't really want to see the beast leave the group, she knew that the Digimon's place wasn't with this group. She needed to be with her tamer and brother. And, if anyone could ground the white derp, it was surely her. "Good luck finding them," Maia encouraged, despite everyone else seeming to be disapproving against the choice. Really, the girl just hoped everyone would be safe! And, if nobody else would give Kuro some form of acknowledgement that her decision wasn't an awful one, Maia would. Though, she highly doubted that the Digimon cared what the group thought!
Kuu didn't seem overly phased by Kuro leaving, either. He wanted to go play with Shiro and his new friends, too! But, he couldn't leave when Elliot needed him more! Even the Reppamon knew where he belonged in this situation! "Tell Shiro hi for me!" Well, it seemed that he wasn't disapproving of this at all! But, he was seriously going to be sad if Shiro didn't introduce him to anyone he met before they left!
The peace was soon broken, much like Datamon's annoying warnings. Why did it have to be so right about this? The entire mission was just a pain. Why did this have to be the first one the girl had ever been on? It was leaving an awful taste in her mouth!
With the chattering Paratice-Whatever, Kuu found himself distracted again. "Maybe? Wait, wait! Hold up! I don't--" Was he seriously trying to have a conversation with the monster? Despite having mouths, it certainly didn't seem to be speaking in any language that his tamer could understand! Ah well. If anyone was likely to make a pal despite a very odd language barrier, it would probably be the champion.
"It's not even saying anything, Kuu." Surely, the fox was just diving off the deep end at this point. Was he really so desperate for friends that he would try to talk to a hostile creature? Though, Shiro seemed to have done similarly earlier. Was he just following the poor influence of others?
At least Kuu seemed to process when friendship was out the window. He spun around announcing, "moving now," before nudging Maia with his side. This seemed to be a common occurrence these days, as his tamer grabbed onto the rope on the monster's neck, being pulled away to safety from the lasers. Scout's new evolution didn't seem to place much more faith into the situation, as he became a bundle of groaning bones.
How many spirit things did that guy even have?
Regardless, Maia found herself in a place of essentially holding back her own Digimon. Everyone else really was stronger than the two of them. "This is stupid," the girl huffed, trying to think of what to do. Kai was off doing who-knew what, Isaac was swept away and possibly dead, and Maia was just standing there. Useless. Why did she always feel ten steps behind everyone else? But, the tamer knew that she was really just wasting time, and who knew what could happen if she hesitated for too long. "Kuu, digivolve again."
"What?" The Reppamon inquired, flatly. Just because he said that he could totally do it, this didn't mean that he actually had entire faith that he was capable on a whim! That's what the monster got for getting ahead of himself!
His tamer clearly didn't catch the hesitance. Or, maybe, she just didn't care. Clenching her digivice in her fist, Maia bit her lip. This was so much stress! "You said that you'd have this handled, so," she emphasized, "digivolve."
Ugh! Pushy! Still, it seemed to be enough pressure for the fox to listen to his tamer. Taking a few steps in front of the girl, the masked monster began to glow. "Reppamon, digivolve to..." Once tawny fur stained pink, as a new monster stood, hunched, with two scythes resting on the ground. "Kyukimon."
Looking over the Ultimate's very sharp points, Maia made a mental note to avoid any potential hugs from the beast. He didn't look too physical contact friendly! Rather than making some sort of playful comment, per usual, the monster looked up to the Paratice Head, muffling an attack's title around the sickle that his teeth were clamped on. "Demon's Fireball." Flames lit up in the creature's tail, before five balls of fire shot out, toward the enemy. In the meantime, Kuu would roughly chew on the item in his mouth, trying to figure out how he was supposed to talk with this thing. Digimon were so impractical!
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Post by Kai Haimura on Jun 1, 2016 14:56:14 GMT
Kuro knew that the others wouldn't be happy with her choice to leave. She also didn't really care. It may seem cold to others that she was simply abandoning them, but she was never the type to care about that. The safety of Kai and Shiro was paramount to the black Digimon, and though she trusted them to take care of themselves... She only trusted them as far as she could see them. And right now, they were out of sight. The only thing that was in sight... One of those nasty, replicating monsters. What a bother.
She had no intention of fighting it, of course. She was well aware of her own combat ability. Without a fire attribute which these creatures appeared weak to, she likely wouldn't last ten seconds in the one versus one. Reaching Kai and Shiro, and telling them of these monsters' weak point... That was her top and only priority. Fortunately, she had a plan. The creature seemed able to cover large amounts of ground due to its long legs... But other than that, it's motion could be described as lumbering. And unlike her brother, Yinmon had a body built for speed.
Falling to all fours, Kuro broke into a dash. She ran straight for the other monster, putting full faith in her ability to dodge any attempts it made to stop her- Unlike her brother, she never made the mistake of expecting something to be easy. But with any luck, if she managed to make it past the strange foe.. It would be forced to waste time turning around. And Kuro was not the type to waste that opportunity. In fact, the creature's superior sensing skills could likely detect the massive energy which Kuro was building up. After all, if her plan succeeded, she would want to be as ready as possible- And if it failed... Well, it never hurt to have a backup.
Kai was surprised to hear his employer's voice from his digivice. In fact, he nearly dropped it- And considering what lay below, he doubted he would recover it. Even if it was a... Wait, since it was just a virtual image, would he lose his real digivice if he lost it in here? That was... Something he'd rather not test, if possible. "That figures. Guess that means blasting our way out won't work.., It'd just absorb the data of any attack we launched." He was reminded of the way Shiro's earlier attack had fizzled out in the red goop. Definitely not going to work now... Unless...
Kai had an idea. Whether it was a good one or not, remained to be seen.
"Shiro, listen to me. We launched all the way over here in one burst of your 'Yang Launcher.' That means a second burst will be enough to get us out. If we can find a straight line in all these bubbles." He had his doubts about this plan- If his timing was off, even slightly... Well, an image came to his mind unbidden, of Shiro with entire limbs devoured by this corrosive ooze. He shook it out- This was no time for doubts. If he didn't get out of there now... The bubbles would reach the point where there was no safe escape. He didn't have the luxury of self doubt.
"Shiro, you'll need to turn around now- We don't have the time to waste on turning after a path forms. I need you to trust me- To do exactly as I say. Can you do that?" Kai asked his partner, sounding... Unusually reliable. That sounds like a recipe for disaster. Shiro still refuses to speak, but for some reason... it feels like a silent yes. Hopefully that's good enough- He'll know for sure when he starts giving directions.
As Shiro whirls around in midair, Kai knows that his partner is listening. He can be concerned about Shiro's lack of vocalization when they are not flying over a pit of instantaneous death. He turns around on Shiro's back- Facing back towards land, the direction they will be sent in by the recoil of Shiro's attack. All that's left is finding a path through.
Perhaps it's the stress, but a funny thought comes unbidden to Kai's head. The idea that this isn't too much different from making a straight pass through an enemy team in Football... Or American Football. Any sport which involved passing a ball, really. Except that these orbs of ooze don't seem quite as coordinated as a team trying to intercept a ball. For the first time since making this plan... Kai actually thinks it might work. Of course, Shiro is... Rather larger than a ball. Kai wishes he could de-Digivolve him once they have momentum built.... But he doesn't know how Kuro is. If Kuro is fighting, then an unexpected devolution could mean her death. De-digivolving was to be a last resort, only.
A bead of sweat dropped down his face. Bubbles below Shiro were rising dangerously close. Was that... No, it was too small. But.... Was it enough? It had to be. They didn't have the time to wait and see if a larger gap would appear- Especially as the sky filled with more deathtraps. "Go!"
"Yang Launcher!"
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Post by darkblade on Jun 2, 2016 2:59:59 GMT
Kuro:
Kuro might have had the right idea: slip behind, and try to poke and peck the large creature at a distance, or just try and outdistance and ignore the creature entirely. A simple strategy, built of rare common sense in this chaotic plane. However, if these things were so easily side-stepped, then why did the D-Reaper pack them in such a number? Well, there was a simple answer to that.
They weren't so easily side-stepped.
"Graugh! Seeming far more sentient than any of the creatures that Kuro had come across so far, Horn Striker's non-existent eyes turned, focusing directly at the running Kuro. And thus, the monster would begin its pursuit: with surprising speed, its wide stride cut the distance between the pair quite quickly. Arms held wide, at the ready should Kuro try and slide immediately to the right or left, the creature would almost look like he was approaching head-on. Except, that wasn't quite the case: about two steps before it looked like he was just going to walk over her path, it shifted all of its weight onto one leg, and dragged the other around. All of its momentum flowed through this foot, digging through and tearing up the earth, like a wide soccer kick! It intended to leave as big a divot as possible, too: whether it would be directly with the foot, or with the torn up jungle flooring underneath, its goal was to kick this smaller ultimate up into the air, like a common Hacky Sack!
Kai & Shiro:
"Ya know, if ya ask me, this seems more like a time to do then to talk, Kai." Scolding the tamer a bit for dragging out the plan in such plain specifics, the Datamon had a point: each second wasted left them with fewer openings, and staying here for even a second too long would spell disaster for the pair. He didn't distract them further, however, as Shiro seemed quite up to the task. As moments passed, the field would become more and more dense-
"Yang Launcher!"
Boom! Like a rocket, it would be but a bare moment before Shiro and Kai would rocket out from the area. And in that sheer second it would take, it would appear that everything was fine: both had clearly made their way past the field, and were no longer in danger of falling to the crimson depths. Unfortunately, 'too small' was right, especially with Shiro flying out, rear first: a rather large bubble had collided with, and stuck to, Shrio's back-left leg. Unlike the decay from before, this seemed to act closer to magma, sticking to and heavily reacting with the data it came in contact with, almost binding itself in a chemical reaction!
"Kick it off!" Datamon didn't know what would happen to the leg, but better to get rid of all of the excess mass before it completely bound to the creature! And if that wasn't bad enough, another flier, that good-old Pendulum Feet, now followed behind, scythes brandished, ready to approach for another 'hug'!
Paratice Head:
If nothing else, these attackers proved to be quite elusive of Paratice's initial attack. Though their original entry point was nothing more than a smoldering crater, the attack had proven quite effective at scattering the entire group, the pink monster's chattering mouths clicking once more.
"✋⬧♋♋♍? ✋ ⬥♓●● ❒♏❍□❖♏ ⧫♒♏❍."
Whether or not those clicks had meaning, the group now took it upon themselves to siege the Paratice head: Elliot's direct approach, Scout's ranged missile, and Kuu's fireballs all approached at once. After such an impressive attack from the Paratice Head, it seemed almost immobile, raising its arms defensively, much like a boxer. But just because it wasn't firing more lasers, didn't mean it stood helpless: a handful of ultimate-level attacks wasn't enough to keep it from moving! Stomping forth, it charged towards the serpent who made itself tall, the missile skirting by the creature's back, along with two of the five fireballs. Three scorched its left side, as a number of light spears dug their way through the creature's torso and arms, even piercing a few of the mouths.
But like with the bubbles, aside from the singe-mark from the flames, the wounds inflicted by Elliot began to bubble, more red mass replacing the wounded flesh. Nor did this creature seem too perturbed by the pain: it shot both of its arms out, aiming to try and grab around Elliot in a grapple! Just a bit taller than the serpent, its goal was to trap it in a bear hug, and hold the serpent against its body, for the beaks to start tearing into with direct bites!
And it wasn't just Elliot. From its undamaged mouths, it fired smaller shots, like the bubbles, at each available threat: two mouths each, trained at the SkullGreymon and Kuu, firing foot-wide energy spheres at them every other second!
Isaac:
That was a little too simple, wasn't it? This Impmon, just moments ago panicking and trying to make any sense of the area around them, had simply fallen and relaxed in this 'Maia's' arms. Around in this plane, the unseen observer felt Isaac's every reaction: the brief moment of surprise, the doubt clouding his mind, the delusions filling his head... and ultimately, his acceptance of the situation.
But that would prove no fun. Nor be of use, for very long: what good was it to just watch this boy lull about? "My, you feel so tired already, Isaac. It must have been hard for you, all this time: the protective older brother in this crazy world. I can barely make sense of it myself... and I don't even have a younger sibling to look after." Maia's sweet tone filled his ears once more, but there was something 'different' this time. Instead, there was an echo filling his head, almost as if he would be hearing this in some off-stereo sound. Like it was trying to dig into his mind. For right now, Isaac was merely accepting of his fate.
What the D-Reaper really wanted, was his will in this situation.
"But it's not all bad, darling." It let another one of those 'off' words in, to sneak into his head. "You have me, my devoted self, here with you. Tell me... does anyone else matter?" A dark, scratching tone would catch in, Maia's voice falling away, briefly, for something darker. "If you want, sweetie..."
"We can make it a place just for the three of us."
Horn Striker's speed increased! Used 'Greater kick!' Pendulum Feet is pursuing! Paratice Head used 'Consuming Grapple!' Paratice Head is regenerating! 1/2 Cooldown posts for Eraser completed! Paratice Head used 'Continuous Siege! |
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Jun 2, 2016 4:05:31 GMT
There is no terror in the wrong more all-consuming than the realization that the big, scary monster you were fighting was almost fast. Elliot's eyes, normally quite beady in this form, widened in pure awe at the Paratice Head's speed. He tried to turn and get away, but his original mistake proved to be a massive miscalculation on his part. With the majority of his body mass high in the air as he rose to his full height, there was precious little on the ground for controlling traction and movement. He was a sitting duck in his current state, and unless he could get back to the safety of the ground he'd be a goner for sure. He frantically flung his body down, hoping what tail muscles couldn't accomplish gravity could. The plan was to get back down, burrow, and maybe search for a more advantageous angle of attack.
Needless to say, that didn't happen. His falling body was slammed into directly by the Paratice Head, the contact feeling like a football player tearing through a thin wall. The only reason it didn't hurt more was because the D-Reaper agent didn't put all its force behind it. No, the charge was just to get in position as it hefted Elliot up, wrapping him up tight in a crushing bear hug. The pressure was only the second most painful part. The first was the snapping of the head's many mouths, each gnawing at his scales. They could withstand direct hits from Ultimates with relative ease, but a beast on par with a Mega? There was no way Elliot could hang in there long with this arrangement. He tried to lower his head and block with his shell to the best of his ability, but how long could it hang in there for? Shards of purple shattered outwards with each bone-crunching clasp of the maw.
Worse still, though, was the burning. The creature's arms were wrapped right against his back, and its chest was pushed tightly against his chest. Even with his bucked head, it was a familiar searing sensation in a familiar, previously-seared place, and even in the heat of the D-Reaper's domain Elliot could only feel the biting cold of the tundra. His wounds were bright purple, pulsating and threatening to leave him for dead. He was surrounded, and yet he was all alone. He couldn't attack. He couldn't try and escape anymore. He couldn't even speak. He only froze up, eyes squeezed shut and slight whimpering sounds escaping his throat.
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She was right. He was tired. So, so tired. It wasn't just the craziness of this world, but also the world before. How could he not be tired, having to be the protector of the family favorite just to avoid incurring the wrath of a man he refused to call father? Having to carry all of the burdens and all of the worries to preserve Elliot's innocence? Losing so many sleepless nights because he just had to eavesdrop in on his parents' arguments, almost addicted to knowing that everything wasn't okay? If it wasn't all so hard, and so tiring, it would have been way more tricky to seamlessly adapt to life in Japan. Throwing away everything you've ever known and cared about was so much easier when there was nothing left to lose. Even then, there would only be new fatigues to slide into the places of old ones. Isaac wanted nothing more than to just lay his head down and rest.
Why couldn't the D-Reaper at least let him have this?
The new voice clung in his head like radio static, somehow even more maddening than the echoes that filled the room prior. Even if he wanted to continue turning a blind eye to the little discrepancies, the cruelties, the "sweeties" and "darlings" that stuck out like jagged edges, the damned static wouldn't come close to letting him relax. His eyes restlessly shifted back and forth. He tossed and turned, no longer feeling comfortable in "Maia's" arms. He murmured, as if trying to communicate through a bad dream.
It got worse, more crushing, more ever-present. He fell to his knees and clasped his ears shut, hoping to try and stifle out the static. He pounded at the ground, as if trying to beat it away. He tried to run, but no matter what it settled around him like a smothering blanket. No matter what he tried, he was surrounded, yanked out of his rest and back into torment. He couldn't even peacefully sleep away his surely imminent death, lulled to ease by the voice of the person he cared for most.
"Are you happy now?" he demanded, the static intensifying in volume and drowning out his desperate cry. He had no idea if the D-Reaper could understand what he was saying. He had no idea if he could even understand what he was saying! "Yanking me out of the one peaceful dream I've had in years? Toying with me before you kill me? Is this what gives the great and powerful whatever-the-fuck you're called its kicks? Messing around with some lost kid, just because you can?"
He considered running, but what was the point? He was surrounded by everything, and yet also by nothing. His legs were too heavy to even lift anymore. The exits were all long sealed, regardless. Such defiance would simply tire him out. No. The madness of grief was suggesting that there was another way he could be defiant. "You know what? I don't even care anymore!" he shouted, despite the quiver in his voice and the tears he was blinking back obviously indicating otherwise. "Do your worst! Because you're sure as hell not going to break me!" Oh, Isaac. How can the D-Reaper break that which is already broken?
Gentle mists and swirling leaves wrapped around the Impmon. As they passed, a Yasyamon stood in his place. Even his great speed couldn't get Isaac out of the Control Sphere, and yet he kept his voice filled with furor even as it threatened to waver. "Come on! What are you waiting for?" he demanded.
A raging inferno surrounded Yasyamon, splintering off into eight serpentine heads. Through the flames, Orochimon emerged. Even with his tremendous size the sphere felt impossibly large, and yet his eyes kept their spark even as they held back tears. All eight heads roared their challenge at once; "DO IT!" |
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Post by Kai Haimura on Jun 9, 2016 17:28:50 GMT
The left and right blocked, hmm? Well, if Kuro had actually been planning to dodge that way, it might even be a concern. But why would she do that, when there was a perfectly acceptable, if a little tight, path straight ahead? That is to say, between her foe's legs- It would only work because of how much larger it was than her. Even the windup for a kick just seemed to give her slightly more room to work with- If a smaller window of time. But she didn't have the luxury of calculating odds now. She lowered her head, and responded by picking up speed. She didn't have time to play with this... Thing.
A sharp pain in her side told her that she had not made it through unscathed. A long wound would likely mar her until she de-digivolved... Much to her dismay, vain creature that she was. But at least she had avoided the head on collision... And now, the beast was behind her. She wasted absolutely no time in releasing the energy which she had built up. A stream of what appeared to be solid black bubbles, reminiscent of her energy blasts fired earlier, streamed out of her coat, even as red goo ate away at her wounded side. But she did not allow that to slow her down, as her "Yin Minefield," Would slow down her pursuer... And there, before her eyes, was a large and welcoming sight. The sight of Shiro, her brother, flying through the air. All that was left was reaching him.
Shiro didn't need to be told twice. Despite the explosion which had damaged his leg, it still had more than enough strength to kick the red ooze right off... Though the sight of the half eaten data was not a pretty one. Kai knew Shiro needed to rest... And also knew that Shiro would never rest willingly, nor would they be given the chance. As if to prove his words, another of the creatures which had damaged Shiro and kidnapped the one boy was flying over. Shiro broke his unnatural silence with a growl, "This one's mine."
Kai barely had time to wonder what Shiro meant when the white Digimon launched himself towards the other, his arms wide, with the intent to grab it in the world's greatest bear hug should it stray too near.
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Post by Scout Evans on Jun 18, 2016 15:50:04 GMT
Gadzooks! Energy pulses! Well, unfortunately SkullGreymon isn't exactly a nimble creature. Or a smart one. Whilst he does continue moving forwards (presumably avoiding some of the shots as he goes), he takes a great deal of damage as he does so. ...Not that you'd ever know it to look at him. Sure, his skeletal exterior might be looking a bit scorched, but he's not slowing down, nor is he making any indication he's in pain.
How do you make something without nerve endings feel pain?
Regardless, he's a mostly-mindless berserker unit. Scout absolutely despises having to use this shape but...given the way things are going it might be the right choice here. As he moves closer to the bizarre creature that's attacking them, a jet of purple, black and green fire lances out from his mouth and scorches the air. And hopefully their odd opponent. A decent choice, then. Fire-based attacks, which they'd already learned these things couldn't cope so well with, and a near-mindless unstoppable death machine. Directed rampage.
Still, that was SkullGreymon. Scout could see what was happening, but occasionally nudge SkullGreymon to focus on a specific target but...that was about it. Usually he was in complete control, and simply part of the Digimon he turned into. But this time he felt like a passenger (still a huge step up from last time...) floating in an endlessly black void as he stares out through the empty eyesockets of his pet monster. He hates this. And the worst part is that his hate is just making SkullGreymon stronger.
Emosaurus Rex.
[Super sorry about the delay.]
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Post by Maia on Jun 22, 2016 4:41:09 GMT
There was a small amount of flailing, as Kuu tried to figure out how to use his scythe-arms to adjust the sickle in his mouth. "Why?" the Digimon tried to chirp at Paratice Head, but even his own tamer couldn't understand him. Ugh. Sure, the Ultimate had always wanted a full set of four limbs, but he didn't mean like this! How was he supposed to even use the mouth-sickle thing, if he didn't have hands to grab it with? Stabby-arms were not a safe method for picking up stuff! How he missed only lacking back legs!
"Stop talking with things in your mouth, and pay attention," his tamer chided, trying to pull the pink scythebeast out of his daydreaming.
What? Oh. Oh! He was shot! On top of that, it hurt! After taking a direct hit, the dramatic beast flailed gracelessly. Kuu lifted scythed arms in the air, letting out a ridiculous wail, and ran — well, more of quickly waddled — in various directions to avoid the attacks. How embarrassing for his human! But, all of this waddling was kind of fun! With everyone else looking so mean, there needed to be a little comedy relief, right? It was also, at least in part, the pink monster trying to figure out how to properly run in this form. He was going to guess that this wasn't the correct method. Hm. Maybe, the alien would have to test this kind of thing out at a better time.
Maia found herself frowning at all of this, turning a little to better watch Elliot and the very useful, but terrifying looking skeleton monster. "You know this isn't a game, right?" Surely, with Kuu's initial reactions to the enemy, he knew that this was supposed to be serious!
Except, maybe he didn't. Almost instantly, the Nightmare Soldier stopped flailing and tilted his head to inquire, "it's not?" Well! The Digimon supposed that was why Elliot wasn't looking like he was having fun in that hug-thing! Oops! "I'm helping, I swear!" Kuu declared, as he began spinning himself, drawing closer to the actual fight. Sure, wind didn't seem to be nearly as effective as fire in this situation, but at least it wasn't going to make him touch the unpleasant monster! But, who knew? Maybe the chattering mouths wouldn't like the feeling of three wind-blades coming at them, either. One really had to be optimistic during these kind of moments! "Blade Twister!"
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