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In a Corrupted Mind [Mission]
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Post by darkblade on Jun 23, 2016 4:06:38 GMT
Kuro:
Well, well, it managed to nick the sneaky fox, had it? Horn Striker looked briefly over its shoulder, noting that a good amount of 'something' was now floating in the air behind it. It wasn't immediately clear how this monster was seeing without eyes, but it seemed immediately wary of approach, not willing to go directly into the range of these bombs. Though, that left Kuro with a rather clean escape path, herself.
"Grrr...
Or... not. Instead, the creature reached for the ground, ripping out a huge piece of earth, hoisting it over its head. And with a lunging throw, he would heave it forward, a practical boulder of rock and mud, aiming to slam Kuro right into the ground. A makeshift blow, but would the confident fox even see something like that coming? Well... it wasn't a quiet attack in the slightest...
Kai & Shiro
Yeah, that foot definitely wasn't going to look good, or be steady to use for quite a while. Not that he had time to worry about it, with another Pendulum Feet running its way! And as Shiro made himself nice, wide and open, the cloaked monster was not going to waste the opportunity: cloak open, wires and scythes wide, it would aim to grapple straight around the white-furred ultimate. And even now, that familiar red, pulsing glow was visible underneath its cloak, ready to detonate itself as soon as it was able.
This wasn't going to end well, if it was simply allowed to go this way! "N-no offense, guys, but that's a little extreme! Why don't we group back up with the others?
Paratice Head, Part 1
It was quite clear that Elliot was going to be worse for wear: caught directly in the grip of Paratice's attack, there was no buffer or shield that made it even remotely difficult for the monster to proceed. Each bite tore deep into Elliot's scales and skin, at his head, and down throughout the length of his body. Coupled with the corrupting burns, this Sandiramon was going to look a lot more like a mangled mess of purple and red than an actual serpent, should this go on for too long.
That said, it wasn't just one Ultimate that Paratice had to contend with, but three: a titan of bone, and a more agile fox-weasel with scythe arms. After taking bullet after bullet, rattling through the bones, Scout managed to get in close enough to let out a torrent of flame. The grip held on the serpent, for several more seconds, as the flames washed over its arm and side - it wasn't as if something of Paratice's size could so easily move out of the way of such a wide-spread attack. No: only when his arm fell limp, bubbling over from the grapple, did it let Elliot go, down into a heap on the ground.
"🕈♒⍓ ❍◆⬧⧫ ♓⧫ ♒◆❒⧫?" Its teeth chattered, until the blades of wind slammed against one of its open mouth, shattering it like a porcelain plate. Elliot was left aside, as Paratice turned towards these two still-standing combatants. And from the last exchange, it was clear that the Skullgreymon had quite a bit more bite than the other one. It squared off its stance, ready to charge. However...
Isaac, Part 1
Well... how was that for a tipping point? In a way, this intrigued the D-Reaper: one, who had been so calm just a moment prior, had a complete change of thought at what it considered its barest suggestion. Though, at this point, the void was doing nothing but taunting him: no matter what the Impmon said, no matter what it screamed, it would not get the answer it wanted from the void.
The imp gave way to the soldier, the soldier gave way to the serpent. But what was the difference, in this infinite backdrop? It was all the same, just a different form for the D-Reaper to poke at. All just one act of defiance. But it was just that:
Defiance. This one choice...
Paratice Head, Part 2
... Would change the battle, below. At the first step of its new charge, the Paratice Head would almost look like it tripped over itself, all of its mouths giving one loud 'click'. Then, all opened at once, tearing out a deafening screech, enough to burrow deep into anything around that had ears to listen with. Skin broiling and bubbling over, it harshly looked down towards Scout and Kuu. Slowed from damage, 'something' about it seemed to change in that instant.
"Destroy... destroy!" Its words were far more clear, pushing straight off, this time moving with much more effort: it aimed its right hand, palm out, intending to slam Scout's head into the ground, to keep the flames aimed away from its body. Simultaneously, with its left hand, it quickly moved out, to try and snatch Kuu right off the ground, the mouth in its palm open and ready to crunch down if it could get a good grip! Further, if it could manage to stagger SkullGreymon at all, the Paratice head was going to be intent on chasing Kuu down, first!
"Too wordy for your own good! Begone!"
Isaac, Part 2
It no longer needed to comfort this imp. If it chose this route, then the best the mass could do was lay waste to this land: as Orochimon rampaged, and screamed out to the void, Isaac would feel his sight 'crack'. Like looking through a camera with a cracked lens, more and more cracks etching inwards, until it shattered away to darkness.
"Hey... hey! Wake up, already!"
The darkness, inside his own eyelids. Isaac would feel himself at the bottom of some curved ball, still as prominent and white as the illusion, but a clearly smaller and defined space than before. He would also find that he was still an Impmon, and that the device on his person was chirping with the familiar words of Datamon. "Sheesh... you alright, there? You were scaring me half to death with that sleep-talking stuff..."
Was all of that just an illusion? But here, in this space, Isaac would see that he was not alone. Just a short distance away, was an out-of-place machine, in the center of the white orb:
Ebemon. An actual Digimon, caught in the center of this. Its eyes were white, overlooking several floating, holographic, colored screens, flickering away after a moment before a new one took its place. This definitely seemed more solid than whatever delusion Isaac was in before, but just what did this mean at all?
((Battle posts are short, blah! xD)) Horn Striker used 'Earth Toss!' Pendulum Feet prepared 'Time Bomb!' Paratice Head attempted 'Consuming Grapple!' Paratice Head ceases 'Continuous Siege'. 2/2 Cooldown posts for Eraser completed!
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Jun 23, 2016 5:17:43 GMT
It could have just gone for his head and ended it. Instead, the Paratice Head seemed to take pleasure in rending every part of his body. Past the head, down the back, no shell to get in the way this time. Scales flew with each crunch, and with each bite Elliot's struggles slowly faded. Wild thrashing gave way to weak swaying, with Elliot hanging limply by the time Scout had finally, mercifully broken up the battle. He fell to the ground in a broken heap, his entire back bubbling over in a putrid mauve color. Occasionally he tried to lift his head, but each time he tried it hit the ground with a pathetic thud. His vision was blurring. His heart was pounding irregularly. Each twitch of his body was more painful than the last. He could feel himself fade . . .
And yet, the D-Reaper's forces were charging. His friends were running in fear, as if for their lives. The massive Paratice Head was bending down, trying to scoop Kuu up in a tremendous arm. That grip meant death for him. What would it mean for Kuu? What if Scout couldn't save Kuu, like he was able to save him? What if his friends would be in trouble, and Elliot couldn't do a damn thing to save them?
He wished Isaac was here so badly.
Isaac always knew what to do.
Isaac always made it okay.
But he wasn't here.
He couldn't wait for his body to adapt to the pain. By the time he'd be able to move, it would be far too late for those he cared about. He would have to do this himself, all at once, like tearing off a bandage. Every nerve in his back seemed to light on fire as he forced himself to spring forward, body extending to its full length as he leaped toward the Paratice Head. With the height of his shove, and the Paratice Head's bent posture, he had access to the digital aberration's entire backside. There, much like all of the other D-Reaper constructs they had fought, he saw several long cables.
He didn't have time to consider his hypothesis. He was soaring through the air, with only seconds until landing. All Elliot could do was hope his hunch was correct.
He braced himself for impact, aiming to land not on the ground but instead on the Paratice Head's three connecting cables. From there it ideally wouldn't be hard to coil around them, wrapping the three into a tight, easily targeted bunch. It would be the perfect spot to use his strongest move, a point-blank, high-speed launch of his Bao Kui. He didn't risk giving away his plan by daring to speak its name. Instead he simply unhinged his jaws, squeezed his eyes shut, and shot his lance forward with as much force as he could muster. He didn't want to see the aftermath, or the risk of what would happen if his hunch was wrong. He just wanted to make this monster get away from his friends.
And if this didn't work? Well, frankly, he didn't think he could muster the energy to try again.
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Isaac was the serpent. And then, Isaac wasn't.
Infinity gave way to constraint, as Isaac woke up in the bottom of the D-Reaper's sphere. Wait, wasn't he just there before? What the hell had been going on for the past eternity? Was any of it real? Was this real? Isaac pounded at the walls of the sphere, but no longer did his pounding fists turn into a choir of echoes. Instead they just bounced once, twice, and then left. "Maia" was nowhere to be found, and Isaac couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. He had no time to waste with "Maia" when he had a Maia to look for. And hey, now that the boundary was clear, escape would be a no-brainer! He grinned cockily, declaring "Explosive Warp!" before flinging himself out of the D-Reaper's sphere.
His body felt like rubber, stretching past the walls of the orb before snapping back inside. Of course it wouldn't be that easy. Isaac was left with a headache that pounded like a jackhammer and a strange, out-of-body feeling, forcing him to lie down and recover his bearings.
As he recovered from a bad teleporation hangover, he heard Datamon's voice crackle over the device on his wrist. Wait, he could get service in here? Oh, thank goodness! This wasn't completely hopeless! "I never thought I'd be so happy to hear you, Datamon," the boy said, the relief in his voice palpable. "But wait, sleep talking? What the heck was I even saying?"
Immediately, a thought came to Isaac's mind. If he was getting reception, his window of escape returned. He could jack out. He could bring his mind back into the boat, far from the D-Reaper's all-encompassing embrace. Everything would be okay. He wouldn't have to endure the ravages of eternal space, or the feeling pure, crushing loneliness, or "Maia's" voice slinking through his ears like the sweetest of poisons. He would be safe. And really, wasn't that what Elliot and Maia be wanting?
But he would have to be admitting he was weak. He would have to turn his back on his friends, while god-knows-what was happening to them. And he just couldn't bring himself to do that. He lifted the communicator, and told Datamon "It might take a while, but tell everyone else I'm coming for them. One way or another, I will find them!"
And with that out of the way, he noticed the master control program hovering high above. He hopped up and down and waved, saying "Hey! Who are you? Do you know what this place is?"
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Post by Scout Evans on Jul 11, 2016 17:37:22 GMT
SkullGreymon's chin slams into the ground, causing his stream of fire to die down. It emits the same long groaning sound again as it tries to push itself up with large, deceptively powerful arms. Unable to really find much leverage, it opts for the second option, attempting its most powerful attack at near-point-blank range.
Inside SkullGreymon's digicore, where Scout's consciousness has only been vaguely aware until this point, he realizes what the monster is trying to do, and does his best to redirect the attack as much as he can, not particularly wanting to die today. "Come on. Stay with me..." The effort it requires is enormous. Heck, just getting its arm to move is exhausting. "D-Double Dark Shot,".
"Double Daaaark Shot," The voice is awful. Deep, but so raspy that it's hard to make out, with a sound like nails on a chalkboard audible in there. Still. It's the first sentence SkullGreymon has ever said. Progress! Its organic missile fires from the holder on its back, immediately being replaced by a second which also launches. A replacement slowly begins to grow in the now-vacated slot, as the two missiles split up! One heads for the joint of the arm that's holding SkullGreymon down, whilst the other heads for the arm that's chasing Kuu! Both explode in a black a purple fireball when they arrive at their destinations, whether or not they directly hit their targets.
"S-Sliiiide Evolution...Brave Soul! RIZEGREYMON!"
Ah good. Shouty McYellington is back. Still. Scout can't deal with SkullGreymon for any longer. This might not be the real world, or even the Digital one, but he's never felt so tired. Hopefully he can avoid reverting to human form for a while...
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Post by darkblade on Jul 17, 2016 18:53:59 GMT
The Paratice Head's rampage, fortunately for Elliot, made it far less aware of what was happening behind it. And that would perhaps be the only boon for everyone else in the group: with the Skullgreymon's head caught in the D-Reaper's grip, Scout would see the fangs in the palm gnashing mere inches from his face. And it wouldn't be easy for Kuu to get away, either, so long as he stayed within range of that arm. As the missiles started to move, the Paratice would instead start to throttle and thrash the Skullgreymon's head, to keep his aim well off balance.
"Insolent little - !!"
And then, a pause. As Elliot went for that insane charge, the creature staggered, the weight on the cords making its grip loosen. A moment later, the spear severing the cords completely from the Paratice's back, the creature slowly staggered forward. Its arms raised, reaching for its own neck, like a humanoid creature struggling to breathe. And it would turn, and stagger towards Elliot, words now nothing more than indecipherable clicks.
But there was nothing left. With the cord severed, the titanic construct fell flat on its chest, and began to degrade into that familiar, red goop. At long last, in this hellish landscape... they had finally gotten a decent clue as to how to fight these things.
Indeed, the bubble wouldn't be that easy for Isaac to escape. "Eh, decent try with that teleport... hm? Oh, you were saying something about that girl, and really a lot of angry-sounding whispers. Really, don't worry too much 'bout it."
The Datamon's voice was calmer now, that Isaac had indeed returned to the waking world. He wasn't immediately requesting or mandating his exit, after all - perhaps the Impmon was more okay than he thought? Hearing Isaac's request, the Datamon responded: "Will do. Don't do anything too stupid, kid." And like that, he cut out, not letting Isaac get a word in edgewise over that. No, now he was here, alone, with the supercomputer Digimon, the Ebemon. For a moment, he didn't even acknowledge Isaac's request, simply passing along from screen to screen. Not even looking over in his direction.
"... Amazing." Just as it would seem as he was a background piece, he spoke up. "Its amazing... I've never seen it as anything else. So much information, so fast. The Reaper learns, it adapts. Everything here, unsorted data. The potential, the potential!"
Was it insane? Perhaps, speaking in its riddles, it had found something else about this bubble, as it hurriedly returned to its work. But just what was it talking about?
-For the sake of pacing here, I'll be playing Ebemon with Isaac one-on-one, outside the normal post order. ^^-
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Jul 18, 2016 4:37:39 GMT
Elliot craned up as he noticed the Paratice Head staggering around, seeming like it was suffocating. The sight should have unnerved Elliot more than it did, as it appeared to be showing almost humanlike reactions. Instead, the disconcerting part was just how little Elliot ended up reacting to this creature's pain. It was relief, not horror or disgust, that washed over Elliot as he watched the Paratice Head stumble, choke, and gasp, knowing that his friends would be okay at the expense of another creature's life.
True, he had felled the Bubbles, but that was different. It was a complete, clean incineration, a gout of flame one second and nothing but air the next. It could be waved off as a bad dream, like almost anything else in this hellscape. But this? This was the most personal, intimate attack Elliot had ever made in the Digital World. He sneaked up on this creature, backstabbed it, and simply watched as its breath rasped into nothingness. Was this how the Digital World could be at its very worst?
He tried to rationalize it. It wasn't a living being. Surely, it was some sort of biological machine. It wasn't really emoting back there. It wasn't really struggling as it fell. It was like breaking a robot. No harm, no foul, just saving his friends. It was like all the video games he played, just with the stakes raised. It was okay.
Such thoughts were hard to keep when Elliot found himself lying in a pool of the creature's blood.
Okay, so it wasn't blood. It was the same acidic, puttylike goop that made up most D-Reaper creatures' bodies, from what he gathered. It even continued to sting at his open wounds and battered flesh, adding injury to the insult of what he had done. Still, the image of him lying in a pool of red atop a fallen enemy and feeling nothing chilled him to the bone. He wanted to feel bad, but he couldn't bring himself to do so. What was wrong with him? What had he become? Had he finally embraced that in the darkest depths of the Digital World, it was kill or be killed?
Slowly, the Sandiramon began to regress. The Beast Fraction of Order rose from the fallen snake's body, glowing a bright white before exploding into shards of light. As it did, Sandiramon's body regressed into that of Strikedramon, and then that of Veemon. It tried to regress further, but with human form inaccessible this was the weakest Elliot could get. It was clear that Elliot was in no state to fight, and that even if he was Sandiramon was off limits for the time being.
And with that, the Veemon lay there, shivering heavily as the red goop dissolved around him.
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Post by Scout Evans on Jul 29, 2016 17:07:09 GMT
The cylinder of RizeGreymon's revolver spins several times (loading itself, perhaps?) as he watches the creature dissolve with a heavy heart. It had been about to kill them, but this...was unfortunate. He doesn't even like fighting, nevermind...killing. He's only had to do it once himself, outside his SkullGreymon berserk state, and it still haunts him even though the Digimon regressed to a Digitama. Elliot...seemed more innocent than the others here. More like Scout had been before his D-Scanner had shown up and changed everything. RizeGreymon slowly gets back to his feet with a quiet sigh. This is gonna mess the kid up for sure.
He wordlessly slides into a more appropriate form, Agunimon, and walks towards the shellshocked little dragon. He kneels down, ignoring the sting of the still-dissolving goop on his knee. "Elliot. We need to keep moving and find your brother and stop this. I know what you're going through. I've been through it myself, and it's not easy," Agunimon's voice is somewhat softer than usual, and certainly quieter than RizeGreymon's. "I'll do everything I can to help you through this," You just met him, creep! "But right now we need to keep moving. I can't do this without you. I need your help,"
He extends a hand, hoping the Veemon will take it. Otherwise this is gonna get...difficult.
BlackAgumon ejects from Scout's data nearby, having reverted to his Rookie form after spending a little time recovering from all the goo. He looks around, turning his eyes on what's left of the surrounding area. He doesn't want them to get hit with any more surprises. Two Yggdrasil pacifists and a missing child. Hell of a team. BlackAgumon is displeased. Er. More displeased than usual.
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Post by Maia on Jul 30, 2016 4:22:23 GMT
(Sorry for missing the last posting round. Much thanks for letting me continue in the mission anyway, Sci!)
Well. This wasn't exactly how things were planned to go. Then again, Kuu never really had a plan. "You knew normal words the whole time?" The pink monster shouted, accusingly. What a trickster! Here, he had been under the assumption that this thing didn't know anything other than 'clicky clacky' language! Clearly, the Ultimate was too distracted to initially run, until missiles seemed to be going off everywhere. "Oh, yeah! Not-a-game!" Kuu chirped, as he seemed to remember what was going on. In a more accurate reaction, the beast began flailing again, wailing as he moved to run away, only to pause after a few steps.
Okay, he knew that he wasn't that far ahead of the Paratice-thing. In fact, if delays told him anything, the Digimon should be in quite a bit of pain right now! What was up with that? Turning to the sight, the Kyuukimon tilted his head curiously, watching the enemy crash and disintegrate. "Yay, Elliot! G'job!" Scythes waved in the air, as the monster began his waddle toward his regressing friend.
Maia had been rather quiet for the whole ordeal, trying not to alert the clattering creature to her attendance. And, then even more silence followed as terror bit at her bones. With Paratice Head.... out of the way, the girl would push past the 'keep out of the way' stage, and hurried toward the Veemon and Agunimon. "Elliot!" Still, the blonde took caution as she moved toward the remaining red goo, not really wanting to find out how it felt first-hand. "Is," there was a hesitation, eyes shifting to only glance at her own Digimon. He hadn't really been helpful at all. It was incredibly embarrassing, really. If only Kuu could understand how important all of this was! "Is... everyone alright?"
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Post by darkblade on Aug 1, 2016 22:48:07 GMT
For once, the group had silence... and quite a bit of it to go off of, as well. After the fall of the Paratice head, the sounds of battle but a dull echo in the rotting forest around them. Beneath Elliot, the fizzling remains of the Paratice head slowly converted to trash data, blowing away in the dusty wind.
Even with their weakened data, the D-Reaper had taken no effort to send another attacker, immediately. Or perhaps it was because they were weakened: why would the giant entity waste their time on a quirky ultimate, a dinosaur with a bruised neck, and a much smaller lizard who had jumped completely off the deep end? Scout had it right, though: left out here in the wide-open clearing, it wouldn't be hard for a handful of Pendulum Feet to roll by and scoop up or pick off the rest of them. But just where would they go?
At once, there was at least some answer, a scratchy noise coming from each of the three's Digivices. "Ah... finally, I can get through to you guys again!" The Datamon's voice seemed a little more chipper than before. The voice took a moment, as if trying to assess the situation. "Hm..." Right, no point working on that right now. Silencing himself from Elliot's device, he spoke directly to Scout and Maia.
"Alright, it looks like you guys have figured out just how to fight these things... but unfortunately, I have to tell you that you may be running a little low on time. If you get out of these woods, you'll see a giant, red biomass, with a white kernel floating above it. That white shell is where Isaac is... but as it stands? I don't trust your odds too much with a direct approach. Here..."
A green glow would surround Elliot, Kuu, Agunimon, and BlackAgumon: wounds and exhaustion would vanish, as if they just got off of a three hour nap and a wonderful shower. "That was Wizardmon using his 'reset'. Don't get used to it; that spell's only good once every couple of days, so that's all we're going to be able to offer. Hm... I don't suppose any of you have wings or a good way to fly, though? Yeah, that's just gonna be tough. Gonna have to figure it out on your own terms."
And like that, the voice cut out again, leaving them in silence. For once, this group had initiative. But if they didn't take it, it wouldn't take long to lose this war of attrition.
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Sept 4, 2016 20:18:53 GMT
(Lets get this party re-started!) Elliot nodded at Scout's words, but he didn't seem to respond to them. His nod was more of an automated reflex, an answer to a question far too distant for him to properly perceive. It was clear that the Veemon was not looking good. Instead of taking Scout's hand he slowly pushed himself back onto his feet, shuddering up in a fashion that more resembled a broken animatronic than a living being. He affixed a thousand yard stare onto the twisted treeline before him, not even looking back at the spirit user tenderly speaking to him, or at his friend who was currently cheering and whooping up a storm. It was as if Elliot wasn't even really there.
It was only Maia who coaxed some sort of speech from him. He answered without even looking back at her, his only response an almost whisper-quiet "No."
Datamon had cut Elliot's feed, only further isolating him. Whereas the others received a mission debriefing, he was left alone with the crushing burdens of his own thoughts. He was still waiting for the guilt to hit him. Why wasn't it coming? Why couldn't he have some sympathy for the devil? The relief at his friends being okay had washed away as well, leaving Elliot unable to cling to the silver lining of this stormcloud either. Only perfect neutrality was left, his emotions seemingly locking themselves away in a mental storage closet. The Paratice Head's demise, slow and suffocating, seemed to be playing on an endless loop in his head. It was a morbid film for an empty theater, and no matter how much Elliot tried to rub his eyes or shake the thought it wasn't leaving. How long would he be forced to remember? Would it be worse of him to forget?
He couldn't run. His friends needed him, as even when one foot in the grave he knew how to fend off the D-Reaper's forces. Isaac needed him, wherever he was, because Elliot refused to believe he was dead. He couldn't hide. The D-Reaper's agents were everywhere, and if Elliot didn't kill them they would gleefully take the chance to kill him. Could he fight? Or would he be torn to shreds, both mentally and physically, before even being of use?
A magical pulse of green energy answered that question. Elliot's physical wounds had healed, and while Sandiramon was beyond salvaging he could still utilize other forms in battle. Strikedramon had proven surprisingly useful against most levels of foes, and there was one Digimon he kept in the back of his pocket, a form he generally loathed for its numbing, sealing effect on his emotions.
Right now, this form and him were two peas in a pod. And he heard the word wings, right?
There was nothing noble or flashy about this transformation. There were no special effects or grand proclamations of glory. Instead a cocoon of light surrounded Veemon, and when it faded Gargoylemon stood in his place. The lanky dragon walked past Scout, giving him a nod of acknowledgement, and then hunkered down by Maia's side. They needed wings. Kuu didn't have any. He did. He turned to look at her through eyes hidden beneath metal bands, as if asking where they needed to go.
With Elliot making no sound besides the rattling of chains, he was definitely an eerie sight.
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Post by Maia on Sept 5, 2016 8:41:42 GMT
Watching Elliot rise to his feet, Kyukimon looked to his tamer, and then the Agunimon. "Uh-oh. I think he's broken." That might be an understatement! Regardless, the pink beast would attempt to be as supportive as possible. Hey, if it worked for Maia, it could work for Elliot, right? Or, not. But, at least Maia seemed to pull him out of his silence, albeit only slightly.
Kuu was cheering again, feeling refreshed as ever, while Maia listened to the debrief. While she could get her own Digimon to fly, it wasn't necessarily what Maia found to be a sound method. Especially if it was only a temporary effect. "Mmh," the blonde hummed, irritated. This entire mission just seemed like it was against any possibility of survival. Why was everything so hopeless feeling? And, Kyukimon's analysis seemed pretty accurate. Elliot did look pretty broken.
None of this seemed all too pleasing, including the offer for a lift. But, there weren't very many options. Maia's hands lifted, to try to brush the Gargoylemon's face. "It's going to be alright," she tried to soothe, though the Virus type likely wouldn't really care. Was Elliot even listening? It was hard to say. "I'll," the tamer paused. She'd what? Fix this messed up situation, somehow? She was just a useless human!
But...
"This is my fault. I'm sorry that you were dragged into it," she mumbled, before looking to the other Spirit User. Sure, she hadn't found the flier, and this hadn't been her idea, but she should have stopped the boys from coming instead of tagging along. And, had she not become a great target, Isaac wouldn't have been taken instead. Now, she had to address the still-relative-stranger, "and I'm sorry you got stuck in a rescue mission because of it." This wasn't how things were supposed to go.
Waddling over to his tamer and friend, the Nightmare Soldier glowed briefly, before finishing his trek to his tamer in rookie form, whirling up her side, and wrapping himself across her shoulders. Hey, he wasn't going to weigh down Elliot by being big! That would just be rude! Kudamon was quite lightweight! After making sure that Kuu was properly holding on, Maia readied herself to fly. Oh, how she hated flying. Why was this mission so awful?
"We need to get out of the forest," she murmured the instructions, being careful not to state Isaac's name. If Elliot knew exactly where his brother was, there was always a chance that he was going to essentially do a suicide run, and nobody wanted that. "There's going to be a big red, uh, thing," because 'thing' was just as good of a descriptor as 'biomass' was, "and something white above it. Let's try to remember that we're both very mortal, and not die on the way to the white part. We can't save anyone without safely reaching that point."
Now, she looked at the other Spirit User again, wincing slightly while keeping her face turned from the youngest member of the party. This place gave her a headache. It was probably the heat, coupled with extreme stress. Skirting around telling Elliot where his brother was didn't help her head any, either. At this point, she wasn't even sure of what to say to anyone, so she would just wait until it was time to take off, and hope for the best.
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Post by darkblade on Sept 6, 2016 23:50:12 GMT
Independent of the context, the group was finally on track. With the Gargoylemon, the team would finally have another set of wings to take to the sky, but this held another issue for them. Well, at least for Elliot, Maia, and Kuu, anyway: holding Maia, Elliot might find himself defenseless to a myriad of attacks, and left off the ground, Kuu would find his angles of attack limited, and perhaps frustrating against the D-Reaper's proven aerial agility. But it wasn't as if Maia could simply be left defenseless!
No matter how they cut it, this was going to be a challenging ordeal. Thankfully, no entity had decided to get a jump on them during their little strategy meeting, and as they would set out, Datamon's description would prove correct.
A vast, red field of some indeterminate lava-like goop.
A white, egg-like kernel, surrounded by a yellow ring and floating some tens of meters above the mass.
And before the kernel, the D-Reaper's strongest entity, The Optimizer:
A tall, purple monstrosity, this golem circled around the kernel, acting as its last defense. But it wasn't as if the D-Reaper was blind from the air: as Gargoylemon would break its way through the canopy, a number of Pendulum Feet would already be upon them! And they were quick to the point, one moving to arc behind the ultimate, and grip around his back. Two more approached on the front, cloaks open and brandishing their scythes and wires. One aimed to try and wrench Maia right from Elliot's hand, and the other, Kuu right from Elliot's shoulder... all while the one in the back, would try to hold him away from reacting to it!
((Scout, I'll get an addendum for ya when you post. ^^))
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Post by Scout Evans on Sept 8, 2016 20:02:10 GMT
Scout looks down as his own hand as the other spirit user ignores it. He winces internally, although he's not sure why. Such a minor thing. Ugh. This 'zombie dinosaur skeleton' thing must be getting to him more than he thought. He knows he's going to need to push past it though, especially if they're flying off somewhere. If he's carrying people, Elliot won't be able to fight particularly well. And while RizeGreymon has a lot of power, he's not very agile, and ill-suited for aerial combat.
Time to give this another try. A golden aura flares up around him, but almost immediately 'stalls' and dies. He closes his eyes and tries again. 'Tries' being the operative word. What the hell is going on here? Third time's the charm!
"Radiant Soul! Victorious Digivolution! Agunimon digivolve to..." Agunimon's armor shatters, and the silhouette of his body stretches upwards, stopping around the eight foot mark, as a long thin tail extends from his back, tipped by some great...metal weight. His hands and feet develop razor-sharp claws, as his mouth solidifies into a smooth mouthpiece in the middle of a draconic head. Small wings extend from his back as the light fades, "Arresterdramon!"
He narrows his eyes and looks up at the sky, tail lashing at the ground in anticipation. Without waiting for Elliot, he zips up into the sky with such speed that he appears to be little more than a red and purple blur. He comes to a very sudden halt, hanging in the air, eyes scanning the horizon, "Can we get a move on? I want to get out of here," He might not be as...friendly as he normally is, right now, but this trip is clearly having a detrimental effect on everyone. SkullGreymon for him. Losing Isaac for Elliot. And who knows what Isaac himself is really going through?
BlackAgumon merely grunts, executing his own Digivolution sequence in response, "Keep your tail on, Kid. BlackAgumon warp digivolve to...MetalGreymon," His own transformation isn't nearly as flashy as that of his human partner. No fiery auras or Super Saiyan screaming. Just an energy cocoon that rapidly grows in size and then shatters to reveal the blue and red metallic Ultimate level form he'd only so recently unlocked. His boosters ignite and he lifts off, heading for Agunimon at a much, much slower pace. Sigh. This is going to take a while.
[Sorry. @_@ I had this mostly-written the other day and forgot to finish. Consider this for the previous round. I'll post at the end of this round.]
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Sept 8, 2016 20:34:16 GMT
Elliot shook his head at Maia's apology. It was the only inclination that he had been listening, as Gargoylemon's face was unreadable, his motions were eerily still, and he seemed either incapable or unwilling to speak. Compared to how animated he usually was, it was a very jarring departure from the norm. He remained there, down on the ground like a knight before his queen, until everyone looked ready for departure. Scout and BlackAgumon took off on their own, while Elliot took Maia and Kuu in his hand and held them closely to his chest. They were precious to him, and he refused to let them come to harm no matter how dangerous this mission looked.
Perhaps they would notice that even Elliot's heartbeat was as still as a stone.
It was an unorthodox position to fly in for sure, but it was also a sensible option. They were smaller and more vulnerable in these forms, and the D-Reaper had eyes everywhere. A Pendulum Foot striking from out of nowhere would be able to cause great harm to a rider on his back, but if they were hidden within his hand they would have to be pried from his cold, dead fingers. Kuu seemed a bit less okay with the position and had scrambled up to Elliot's shoulders, but he didn't seem to mind. Kuu could handle himself, and having a pair of literal eyes in the back of his head would be useful. Besides, otherwise he'd be pretty vulnerable to attacks from the rear.
His best efforts did not stop the D-Reaper from noticing them, but they did allow Elliot to protect them more easily. When the Pendulum Feet flew in Elliot was prepared, sloping his body to the left in order to glide away from their attacks. With Maia securely clutched in his right hand the first frontal Pendulum Feet's attack missed, scraping some skin off of his knuckle as it passed. His gaunt frame helped with avoiding the attack from the rear as well, bouncing off of his shoulderpad instead of digging into his flesh. The scar on the shoulderpad was a reminder of what could have happened if the attack hit.
The last Pendulum Feet was far more lucky. Kuu was perched on Elliot's left shoulder, and that meant Elliot was moving into the attack instead of away from it. The hook sunk right into his upper back, Elliot flinching somewhat but making no sound in response. It seemed not even pain could get him talking. The bad news was that he was snared, but at least he was snared in a forward direction instead of being pulled back.
His right hand tightened around Maia gently as his left hand began to tremble, sapphire crystals erupting from his fingers to form jagged claws. He knew the D-Reaper's weakness like the back of his hand now, and he wasted no time in rising up in the air to slash with his Sapphire Nail. With his long, flexible arm he stood a good chance of severing both agents' threads with a single swing, especially as the Pendulum Feet's frantic motions would have less impact on the upper halves of the cord than the lower ones. That would still leave him exposed from the back, but he knew Kuu would be able to easily handle this single opponent.
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Post by darkblade on Sept 14, 2016 2:53:02 GMT
For Arresterdramon, the D-Reaper's approach was quite different than before, in that a number of Pendulum Feet were not coming to swarm at his position. There was no point: for the first time, the team had brought up something that looked to directly counter the entity, being a fast Digimon with a tail able to easily cut at the cords. Using previous methods against that would just prove as a waste of energy. No: for this one instant, the Searchers merely kept their gaze on this hybrid spirit, thinking best how to handle it.
And it quickly came to an answer: a nearby Paratice Head, with a quick chirp of its several mouths, turned away from its original target and lumbered forth, with the surprising speed of a titan, right towards Scout's position. Its mouths gave a disturbing clatter, words echoing throughout the entire group:
"You think you can play hero?"
From a distance, the D-Reaper's siege unit sprung its attack, each of its yellow mouths clicking, before letting out a thick, red laser. Contact with this would cause severe burns, as well as thickly coat the target with the D-Reaper's mass... and it wasn't playing around with its target. One beam was fired right at the Arresterdramon, and a second would trace the way it flew away, while the entire array would try and keep him from simply flying away. The Paratice Head wanted to hem him in, and force it into direct, close-range combat...
Which would leave it against the Horn Striker flexing right at its feet.
For the Metalgreymon, the D-Reaper had fewer concerns: three Pendulum Feet split up, letting out its explosive bomb attack at about a range of thirty or so feet. This bigger target just seemed easier to wear down!
Scout Evans Paratice HeadHorn Striker
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Post by Scout Evans on Sept 19, 2016 9:37:41 GMT
MetalGreymon doesn't seem to be in much position to dodge, and so braces himself, barely remaining in the air after the fearsome attack. By Yggdrasil's Claws, he hopes that they don't get another chance to attack. Targetting reticles appear in his field of vision, highlighting the cords that connect each Pendulum Feet (Foot?) to whatever it is that provides them with 'life'. "Hrr. Giga Destroyer," he growls. Every cannon on his body, wings, tail and spine open fire at the same moment, sending a barrage of superheated plasma beams towards each of those cords! Oh no!
Scout does his best to leave B to his own fight. He trusts his friend. "Playing?" If Arresterdramon had a mouth, he'd be grinning, "Who's playing? I am the hero here, buddy!" The anchor on his tail starts to shine with purple light. He swings it over his head, before he goes tumbling after it, spinning faster and faster like a ferris wheel of death. The purple glow on his tail suddenly ignites, turning him into a burning ferris wheel of death! "Flaaaame Vortex!". And with that, he surges forwards to attack the Paratrice Head directly, taking a lot of damage as he goes unfortunately. Still, he needs to do this! For some reason! Yeah, he doesn't know either.
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