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In a Corrupted Mind [Mission]
Maia
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Post by Maia on Sept 20, 2016 5:19:31 GMT
In the Gargoylemon's hand, the tamer remained as still as possible. Oh, how Maia hated flying. This was a worst-case scenario with flight, too! Air combat? Ah, why couldn't she be the one flying herself around at this point? The lack of control was driving the girl insane! While she wanted to suggest a, 'please don't drop me,' but that would have just been insulting! Elliot didn't need any of that right now.
The Kudamon remained silent, sniffing the air as they took off. He needed a good joke right now. What was the best way to break this silence and foul mood? "Knock knock!" There was a short silence, before he shook his head, "nevermind. Knock knock jokes are lame." Oh well! He had tried. Sort of, at least!
Oh, yeah, more attacking things were doing things. That wasn't good! Wait, did one just scratch Elliot? "Not nice!" Kuu huffed, spinning on the larger Digimon's shoulder. Oh, how he needed to be bigger for this kind of stuff! Whatever. He was going to have to work with what he had. Carelessly scrambling around on the spirit user's shoulder, the monster found a position to properly brace himself, while purple pattern began to light up. It took a brief moment for the Rookie to try to aim at the moving target, before releasing a blast of energy, holy shot!"
Almost instantly, the fox would move to try to look over Elliot's shoulder, and check on his tamer. "Maia okay?" Of course, he got no response. The tamer was not enjoying any of this. She really needed to find her happy place! So, without an answer, he looked to Gargoylemon, "is Elliot okay?" This mission was such a mood dampener! And, Kuu wasn't seeming to be making any new friends! How was this supposed to be fun?
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Post by darkblade on Sept 21, 2016 2:45:17 GMT
Scout and Company
It went almost without saying, that MetalGreymon's attack was particularly effective at dealing with a flock of Pendulum Feet. Even at that range, should the fliers try and make their escape, the cords would drag on below and be subject to the heat of the plasma, if not the energy itself. Content with their damage and their bodies easily burnt away, the cords hissed with a pop, all three of them falling in paste-like balls into the earth, before quickly turning to cinder and blowing away in the dusty wind. Should MetalGreymon be able to keep up that pace the entire way, it would be entirely possible to just walk in...
... But that didn't seem likely. Each attack would stress the machine's cannons, and above all else, a sheer battle of attrition, with wave after wave of explosives wouldn't bode well for the Ultimate. For now, the Digimon was granted a reprieve. The D-Reaper had its focus elsewhere, after all:
Arresterdramon.
"Hmph! Then fall, hero!" A mocking tone in its clicking voice, as Arresterdramon made his direct approach, the Paratice head focused its attack solely on the attacking target. The flaming tornado would be met with one, two... a total of four of Paratice's lasers, trained and billowing directly on top of his head! Soon, his entire torso would be caked in red goop, heavily burning away at his frame. And it wasn't as if the Paratice head was defenseless itself: raising its arms upwards, it would attempt to catch him, like a well-spun football, right in its arms! If it could manage, it would try and slow the drill right there, red mass shredding from the hands moment after moment.
As for the Horn Striker? Well, it squared its stance against the Metalgreymon, and after a growl and a beat of its chest, ran forward with its leading shoulder, bringing a head-on tackle to the metal menace!
Maia; Kuu; Elliot
The Gargoylemon's awareness proved somewhat of a surprise to the D-Reaper. The motions weren't enough to avoid damage, the blades still passed through his knuckle and his shoulder, a sharp pain and a red line forming over each wound. It was par for the course in fighting these things, after all, and this was a mere annoyance in the face of the Optimizer only some distance away from them. But Elliot's stoic manner would prove well at hiding his intention, until the last moment, the cord of one flier cut cleanly and the other wounded, the data of the second entity phasing out before it pulled back to conserve itself. A lull would follow, as Elliot flew closer, the red mass taking over the ground underneath. Right now, he needed a plan to handle this purple monstrosity, which now looked in his direction, as if squaring his stance to face off.
Oh, and the Kudamon would be facing one of his 'newfound friends' in an unlucky manner. The Holy Shot was met with the Pendulum Feet closing its cloak, the attack singing the fabric, before it opened its cloak to-
... Was he looking away?! With a silent 'tick', it tilted its head, before darting right at him, trying to swing and secure one wire right around its torso. Should it succeed, well, the Pendulum wasn't going to bother to collect this one, but rather fling him like a doll towards the lava-like goop below!
... Well. Only if he was caught, anyway.
Isaac
((From: Here))
Below, the mass would bubble. The Devidramon's claw broke up through the surface, and affixed its gaze on the kernel - on Isaac, and flew upwards, claws gripping at the sides of the ball. Beneath Isaac, the formless face grew a thin, red line right at the mouth, before opening, revealing a thick mass of the same, red D-Reaper that coated the ground beneath.
"Just remember. You helped think of it."
Assuming Isaac was gripped, he would be thrown down, the floor of the kernel breaking away; assuming he wasn't, a section of the floor would simply vanish under his feet, left above that open maw.
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Sept 21, 2016 4:37:31 GMT
The Pendulum Feet had dispersed. Maia was safe. Kuu was capable. All obstacles had been removed from Elliot's way, bar one. The great purple Optimizer loomed between Elliot and the control sphere, the last hurdle he would have to jump before reaching his brother. He didn't know how much would be left afterwards, but at this point he didn't care. He'd think of the rest of the mission later, but for now Isaac was his sole priority. Only after getting him and Maia safe would he start paying attention to the mission's end goals. Maybe they would be able to log out, reboot, and plan their next move with Datamon and Wizardmon first. Then they could go back in, fresh, better prepared, and easily capable of trouncing the D-Reaper. But first, freeing his brother.
He stared down his opponent through band-covered eyes, head lowered slightly so he could peer over them. The Optimizer had huge hands, tipped in red claws that would surely burn like hellfire if they connected. His body was covered in a digitized pattern of blue and green, the green bands covering frail areas like the wing membrane and neck. It was unclear if they were armor or weak spots, and Elliot knew he wouldn't have much time to find out. Its cords were thicker and far more numerous, bundled together into a wide, tight fiber. This wouldn't be a simple slice like the majority of the threats here would be. It would be a fight Elliot would need to tackle tactically and in perfectly sound mind.
And then he heard his brother's scream.
Elliot paused abruptly, his wings flapping to keep himself aloft as he craned his neck to listen to the source of the sound. It was as unmistakable as it was heartrending, and Elliot tried to cover his ears with his free hand to blot it out. He started to tremble, something Maia and Kuu would easily be able to feel from their close proximity to him. His breathing started to become uneven, the first break in the perfect stoicness that Gargoylemon had demonstrated so far.
It only got worse as the D-Reaper's newest agent emerged from below. It resembled a Devidramon in an inverted colorscheme, with many eye-like patterns dotted on its body. Its black claws stabbed into the D-Reaper's kernel, and briefly Elliot wondered if his brother had been broken and twisted into an agent. The truth of the situation was even worse. When the Devidramon hefted up the kernel, an unmistakable figure fell from the kernel and into its mouth.
An Impmon.
Isaac.
Elliot couldn't move. His wings flapped relentlessly, but they wouldn't push him forward. He simply hovered there, paralyzed. He stared at the Optimizer, which would surely be moving forward to engage. He stared at the Devidramon, which had just eaten his brother before his very eyes. He stared into the distance, a vast expanse with no escape he could see.
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Post by Scout Evans on Sept 23, 2016 21:42:13 GMT
Scout tries to push on through the pain and damage, but finds himself slowing down under the constant barrage of attacks. His flaming wheel finally slows to a stop, the inferno dying down as he falls backwards and plummets. Things go blurry before he loses consciousness, crashing into the forest floor below only moments before he reverts to Flamemon. MetalGreymon takes the tackle from the Horn Striker hard, part of his armor being chipped away in the process. As he slides backwards, he catches sight of a number of things. His friend being beaten unconscious. An Impmon seemingly being devoured by a hideously warped Devidramon. And the other spirit user, seemingly frozen by fear. By Yggdrasil. If you want a job done properly, you've got to do it yourself. He lifts himself up, staring down the Horn Striker. These things might be able to pick on some human kids, but he'll show them that dragons are made of sterner stuff! Scout's D-Scanner materializes in the unconscious spirit wielder's hand, launching a beam of energy towards the battered cyborg, revitalizing and re-energizing him. He's felt this light before, but he's never felt so strong before! Like he can do anything, at last! An egg-shaped cocoon of light surrounds his body, seemingly formed by the energy beam being sent from Scout's form.
"MetalGreymon Mega Digivolve to..." His form shrinks drastically inside the egg, being reduced to a 'mere' eight feet tall. His bulky armor reshapes and recolors itself into black and red samurai armor, whilst his tail cannon swings forwards and splits into a pair of sleek, shiny swords. "Samudramon," Even his voice has changed. Quieter. Calmer. Less awful. He feels more charged than ever, seeing Scout unable to defend himself. He didn't like the kid much at first, but they've come to depend on each other a great deal. He's not going to let anything happen to him. Instinctively, he crosses his two blades, generating a sphere of superheated energy between them. "Tera Kenjutsu," With the smallest flick of his wrist, the expanding ball of energy surges forwards to try and destroy the enemy creature! Successful or not, he points one blade at the Paratrice Head, "Don't worry. There's plenty more left for you,"[Passive Activates: 'The Ronin'. (When Scout is knocked out of combat or unable to defend himself, Samudramon gains a 15% bonus to the strength of all of his attacks. This bonus dissipates should Scout become capable of defending himself again.)] |
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Maia
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Post by Maia on Sept 27, 2016 5:19:49 GMT
Breathe. Just breathe. Finally opening her eyes, Maia tried her best to avoid looking at the ground. As long as nothing reminded her that they were who-knew-how-many feet off the ground, it would all be alright. Right?
Wrong.
Kuu wasn't paying attention to the Pendulum Feet, and found a wire wrapping around him, yanking the Rookie right off of Gargoylemon's shoulder! This mission sucked! "Oof--?" Was this a situation that he was supposed to be shouting 'whee' or something? While the little fox wanted to, being jerked like that just made it too awkward! On the bright side, it seemed the opponent didn't want to keep him! Downside? Oh, oh yeah. Kudamon was plummeting toward some very unpleasant looking lava stuff! "Maia!" Kuu shouted, falling backwards through the air, "gotta help out!"
Of course, this was perfectly timed with a certain Impmon screaming, and a breakdown from her current ride. Oh, Maia was going to die at this rate. Flying on an unstable Digim--no. Elliot was a kid. Amber eyes were wide, as the tamer shifted in the large monster's hand. Really, they were all kids here. This wasn't a playground, it was a battlefield, and everyone was breaking in some way or another. While this wasn't necessarily her favorite option, and probably her least favorite evolution to date of her Digimon, there wasn't much choice. "Kuu, Armor Digivolve!"
Closing in on the red goop, the Rookie was incredibly glad to hear this consent. "Kudamon, Armor Digivolve to..." trying to shift to a better position. Length of the fox only grew, as wings spread out to the sides of it's head. "Quetzalmon! The--"
"Stop making up stupid titles and do something!"
Beating it's wings, the Armor Champion let out loud groan, "you are crabby today, Maia! Put on happy pants!" There was an absolute silence from the tamer that was either very unhappy with this statement, or had made the mistake of looking outside of Gargoylemon's hands. Either way, Quetzalmon was swirling through the air, and completely ignoring the Pendulum Feet again, moved to circle the clearly distressed Gargoylemon. Considering the Armor monster had been a bit preoccupied with almost falling to his (maybe) death, he had no idea what was going on!
"Hey guys!" The snake chirped, not making the same mistake of being entirely oblivious to the Pendulum Feet that he was trying to pretend wasn't there. "Where'd the other Spirit Guy go?" Who was it? Did he get a name of the other spirit user? Ack! So many things had happened today! Kuu couldn't remember if he'd forgotten his manners! Either that, or he just didn't like using anyone's actual name until they were friends. It really would explain a lot!
Shuffling in the larger Digimon's hand, Maia tried to pat at Gargoylemon. "Elliot," she mumbled, at first soft, then a much harsher, "Elliot! It's not over! Come on." This was no place for a child. And, maybe it was over for Isaac. The admission of that, albeit internal, was a little crushing. More than a little, really, but the tamer was struggling to keep her own emotions entirely in check. Deep breath. Okay. She could do this. Eyes flickered to her own Digimon, "Isaac just got," the teen paused, not wanting to further distress the younger of the brothers. "It wasn't real," she tried to reason, "that? That had to be an illusion or something. To get to us. He's going to be alright." Was that a lie? Was it the truth? At this point, the teen was trying to find anything to put Elliot into a safe mental state, even if it went against her personal feelings of not lying to someone. Screw it. This entire day was bad enough to warrant a slip or two from the norm.
"We need a plan. We can still save him." Forget whatever the mission objective was. The safety of all parties involved was all that mattered at this point. "Are you still with me, Elliot?" Again, the tamer tried to pat the Spirit User's hand, "I'm bringing Isaac back, with or without you. But, you need to get your head in the game, before we all get hurt. Can you hear me?" Or, was it just going to be her and Kuu against this entire screwed up world?
She could only hope that at least Scout and his friend were making some progress with whatever they were doing.
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Post by darkblade on Sept 28, 2016 0:31:38 GMT
Samudramon
Oh, what was this? Scout couldn't even get close to the Paratice Head with his headstrong assault: brought down in a torrent of energy, the spirit was left to wither, remaining just as a simple Flamemon digging in the dirt. The Paratice Head loomed like a titan, slowly stomping forth towards the downed Digimon. "In the end... you were nothing more than a sideshow." The chattering of its teeth made it far less than elegant, the colossal entity raising his hand towards the rookie...
... And that's when the Horn Striker yelled out. A boon to Scout, Samudramon's blast at the brawler drew the attention of both attackers, the Horn Striker raising its arms in a cross guard. The energy would drill through, rending the creature's arms into red paste, and even leaving a scar on its chest. But it was quick to recover: behind, the red cord upon itself engorged, and more 'mass' pumped through, quickly taking the shape of his arms. In a few seconds time, the agent would be good as new.
But why would Paratice even wait for that? On Samudramon's taunt, the larger creature roared to the sky, its teeth clacking away, as it loomed forward... towards Scout. It had seen it, the white beam of light that had struck the other creature! All it had to do was claim the device for its own, then it could stop this new threat without even a fight! And while it was at it, it lowered its arm, just trying to scoop up the Flamemon into its hand, the clicking beak on its palm looming above him!
D-evidramon
The Devidramon's maw snapped shut, and as quickly as it was drawn open, the unnatural mouth vanished from view, returning to its original appearance as a malformed entity. The agent pushed hard away from the sphere, the jagged hole in the kernel vanishing from view, as the winged, corrupt demon stared forth at the rest of the group. Its eyes trained on the Samudramon in the distance, then to Kuu, before locking on Elliot, looking with the same determination as one of the D-Reaper's accursed searchers.
This beast was different, in several ways: there was no cord binding it to the field, and, somehow, it looked more 'autonomous' than the rest. Flexing its claws, it once more let out a roar, a powerful beat of its wings carrying it further into the air. It desired the high ground, to observe and pick off the rest of its quarry.
Kuu; Elliot
In the first instant, the Pendulum Feet didn't even give Kuu a second glance, as he was sentenced to fall haplessly into the field below. Its focus had turned on the hapless Gargoylemon... there was no way that it was going to let such a distracted Digimon get the edge! But, just as it was about to charge and take hold, Kuu's body flared up in the light of Digivolution. With a 'tick', the interested agent looked over, and saw the metal-plated dragon rise from mere feet of its fate. The Pendulum Feet reassessed the threat...
... And as Elliot was immobile, the creature moved on Kuu once more! It would be more aggressive in its attempt this time: though a time bomb would generally be ineffective at this range, the creature expanded its cloak out, revealing its impressive array of scythes once more. It dove closer, attempting to grab at the serpentine creature's side, in another grapple! And if Kuu listened, he could hear it:
Tick. Tick. Tick.
Two red lights pulsated underneath the cloak on the creature's back, two time bombs ready to detonate. And if it could get a good grip on Kuu, they would be going off at point-blank range...
Optimizer
As impressive as the Devidramon entity was, and as much as Maia would work to snap Elliot out of it, the Optimizer simply wasn't going to stand still. When Devidramon took flight upwards, the Optimizer loomed forward, its thick cord pulling through the red field below. It locked its gaze right onto Elliot, its head staring right at his chest.
A blue ring, about five feet in diameter, formed in front of the Optimizer's head, the energy spinning in a blur, a ball of white energy forming in the middle. Like casting an arcane spell, a blast of energy similar to a Giga Cannon tore outwards, aiming right towards Elliot's chest, threatening to take both him and Maia out in one blast! If he spaced out for a moment longer, well, it just might become a reality!
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Sept 28, 2016 1:39:01 GMT
Elliot remained still as he heard Maia's words. First they were soft, then they were harsh, then reassuring, finally determined. It seemed Maia was trying every trick in the book to snap Elliot out of his funk, whether nicely or not. Yet through it all he seemed like he was lost in another world, only his tight hold on Maia an indication that he recognized she was there at all. He didn't even react as she patted his hand, or as the bright blue glow began to pour from the Optimizer's mouth. He stared oblivion right in the face, and he didn't even have the courtesy to move.
And then the bindings surrounding his mouth tore open as he started to scream.
Gargoylemon's voice was more like Elliot's than seemed fitting, a massive dragon with the voice of a small child. Whereas most Digivolutions modified the user's voice somewhat this was a perfect replica, perhaps due to the lack of a voice for Gargoylemon to call its own. His wasn't a scream so much as a wail, sobs distinctly identifiable the longer the scream went on. As soon as the silence broke he had snapped into action, folding his wings in and dropping like a stone. The beam seared his back slightly, even this glancing blow painful coming from a being as powerful as the Optimizer. It didn't seem to deter Elliot in the slightest, however, as he spread out his wings to stop his fall. He was now on level with the thick bundle of cables that the Optimizer was bound to. As his descent stopped so, too, did his screaming, now only visible through soft sniffles and tears seeping from his eye bindings.
"You don't need to lie to me," he said. His snarl changed to another pained shout halfway through, and he punctuated his sentence with a furious flap of his wings. The flap rocketed him forward, sending him charging straight ahead. It seemed his obvious move was to charge right at the Optimizer's fibers, the one weak point he knew the D-Reaper's creations had for sure. "I'm sick of people lying to me and leaving me out of stuff, just to try and protect me. I can't handle it anymore."
Suddenly he spread his wings outward again, stopping his flight short. If the Optimizer was trying to lead his attacks on Elliot, this would throw it off for sure. "Isaac used to do that, you know," he said, voice heavy. "He did it all the time. Like about our parents. I know he just wanted to help, but . . ."
Elliot's voice trailed off. What was he doing? Floating here, throwing a tantrum? He was being exactly the kind of child Isaac had tried to protect all of this time. How could he be so selfish, acting so horribly the day his brother died? This was the moment of truth, Elliot's chance to prove himself and honor his brother, and he was throwing it away because he was too blinded by grief and rage. Isaac would've been ashamed of him for this, and that was a feeling Elliot just couldn't stomach. He took a few deep, shuddering breaths, trying to compose himself.
"He can't help me anymore."
Once more Elliot rocketed forward, this time straight upward. "So now I guess I have to protect myself," he muttered as he gained altitude. "And you. And everyone!" The Optimizer was huge, and terrifying. However, Elliot knew he couldn't quit. Maia's life was, quite literally, in his hands. He would rather die than let anything bad happen to her. If he was going to make this happen, he'd need all the strategy he could muster up. Once he had climed up to where the Optimizer's neck was he fanned his wings out, shards of light gathering in a ball before him. He flapped them furiously, the push from his wings sending him zooming back as the luminous shards flew right at the green spot on the Optimizer's neck.
This was his strategy for the foreseeable future. Stick and move. Distract this beast until he could go in for the kill. Never let himself get hit, because he was carrying precious cargo. He could do this. He had to do this.
He could lay his weary head to rest when he was done. Until then, there was no more time for tears. |
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Post by Scout Evans on Oct 1, 2016 21:54:39 GMT
"Rinkageki!"
Samudramon's cry is accompanied by dozens of streamers made of white light appearing from magical seals all around Paratrice Head, binding the creature in place should they hit (and really, it's far too big to move that fast). They won't last more than a few seconds, but when they fade they'll detonate and deliver some nice fiery damage to keep it occupied for a little longer. As for Horn Striker? It isn't quite as big a threat as the looming giant.
Samudramon races over and scoops Scout's unconscious form up with one hand, flying into the trees and away from the D-Reaper's foul agents. Yeah! That'll work! He just needs some time to regroup and get Scout out of harm's way. And while his new form might not be lightning-fast like Arresterdramon had been, it's still much more maneuverable in the air than MetalGreymon.
However, even with their bond strengthened beyond anything it has been before by the strange light from the D-Scanner in the boy's hand, Samudramon has no idea that Scout is about to undergo a metamorphosis over his own. An evolutionary change that'll let him go toe-to-toe with bigger (in every sense of the word) threats like the D-Reaper. And the catalyst for this change?
Well.
He hit his head on a tree branch when he fell, so. Evolutionary power from concussion.
No you shut up.
[Sorry for the short post/delay. Working on my introspective hunt. Should be ready to go by next round.]
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Maia
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Post by Maia on Oct 3, 2016 1:59:29 GMT
Having kept an eye on the enemy this time, Kuu found himself lacking the horrible disadvantage of obliviousness prior. Eyes narrowed, swirling about in the air to avoid becoming too close range to the monster. Spinning to stare at the Pendulum Feet, the monster clicked his tongue, "why are you such a--" With a pause, the serpent let out a huff, and the ticking reached his ears.
Sure, the Armor Champion could hear Elliot's scream, but he wasn't even paying attention. The boy had better keep Maia safe! If not, Kuu was going to be one very unhappy camper. And, nobody wanted to find out what would happen if the childish Digimon actually became upset! Not even Kuu! Still, with only one monster on his tail, the snake had enough confidence in his own ability to handle the situation. Whipping around the Pendulum Feet when it attempted a grab, the Digimon announced, "Holy Lock!" Along with such a title came a beam of energy from the monster's tail, aiming it for the cord that likely kept such a creature alive. If he missed, whatever. He'd try something else out later.
Between the absolute discomfort of flying, and the screaming of a boy inside of a kind-of-scary monster, Maia found herself silent. Amber eyes were wide, unblinking even as she gripped onto the hand that held her, trying to remember to breathe as the Gargoylemon began to drop. It was all she could do to refrain from screaming. Why hadn't she just decided to ride with Kuu? At least she felt like she was somewhat in control on her own partner's back! But, it left her more exposed than anything else. So, she just let the boy vent.
And, when it was all done, the girl tried her hardest to bite her lip. Teeth pressed into the soft skin, as she struggled between panic, trying to comfort, or snapping back. "Yeah?" Maia muttered, still indecisive at first. "What if I'm not lying? Or, have you considered, I'm lying to myself? It's not just to make you feel better." The attitude was flipped right back on the flying monster, as it seemed that the girl settled on being irritated again. "Isaac is not dead," she stated, almost as if trying to challenge the Spirit User to try to fight her on the subject. "And, until I know he is, and say it's true, we're going to assume your brother is alive. Do you understand?"
What was even the point in arguing? Elliot had already decided that the other boy was gone.
"I'm not going home until we save him," she stated, flatly. "Even if I have to destroy this place with only Kuu, I will, if it means we can bring him back. You don't just give up on people that you care about." From the statement that Elliot had given about Isaac being unable to help, Maia couldn't help but get the feeling that he was trying to give up on him. "And, Elliot," she addressed, taking a deep breath. Okay. Keep calm. Don't try to fight the dragon-thing that is literally capable of crushing her if he has a bad enough tantrum. "You don't have to protect me. Or anyone else. Keep yourself alive." Big advice coming from a girl that couldn't actually do anything to help in any of these situations!
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Post by darkblade on Oct 3, 2016 4:00:48 GMT
Kuu
Fortunately for him, even buying a little time was enough to stop the worst of it. The laser wasn't terribly difficult to dodge, the creature flicking back, killing its momentum as it skirted off to the left. However...
Tick. Tick. Tick.
The ticking bombs themselves? The Pendulum Feet had no means to stop those, especially with how it had decided to activate them. So, the creature decided to cut its losses: it floated upward, over the serpentine Digimon, and with a flash of red light, exploded right there, into its usual assortment of red goop. Which would rain down, right over Kuu's position. Should it stick, the corrosive mass would burn and start to eat away at his frame, which was the normal reaction to even touching one of these entities.
The fact that some of the fighters here may have already been used to that was testament to how bizarre this entire situation had become.
Maia; Elliot
As important a conversation as Elliot and Maia were having, it wasn't as if the D-Reaper would care nor even acknowledge the fact that they were talking. If anything, Optimizer had logged it as a point of distraction, perhaps an advantage that it could take against a much smaller target. No: even as big as it was, the Agent was only as keen as its programming, and it lacked the emotional capabilities of the Paratice Heads.
As Elliot made its climb, the faceless head of the D-Reaper tracked the smaller white creature, and turned to follow. It wasn't hard for this floating creature to turn in space, and it slowly raised up one of his hands, red nails dripping with the D-Reaper's mass. It looked like it simply wanted to pluck Elliot right out of the air...
... But it wouldn't be nearly that simple. As the hand unfolded, it crackled with electricity, dancing off of its hand like a cracking, loose wire. It would lunge its hand forth: even if Elliot evaded the grip, if he was within a good ten feet either side of the hand, the electricity from the charged hand would jump right over, and give Elliot an electrical shock! This? This was the 'Hand of Mjolnir', and the Optimizer, the D-Reaper's mechanical creation. The white shards of energy would dig into the neck, the creature letting out a grumble of pain, red mass bubbling to quickly seal up the wound. There didn't seem to be too much special in the difference in color as to the damage taken... but it was clear that it would take a larger attack or a different approach to slow this creature down.
Scout and Co.
Despite 'not being as threatening', Horn Striker was definitely the more agile of Samudramon's immediate threats. And so as they moved out into the forest, the Paratice Head waited outside on standby, as the Horn Striker dove through the trees, attempting to catch up to him. It would punch down the older oaks and evergreens, and tear forth, on a tear to get a good punch in the back of the samurai's head.
The Paratice Head wasn't entirely dormant, though. At its position, it leaned back, several mouths opening, letting out a bombardment, red blasts of energy roaring out, and raining down over the woods. If he was going to flee into the forest? Burn down the forest.
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Oct 3, 2016 4:47:10 GMT
Elliot aborted his plan of attack early. As soon as the outstretched hand of the Optimizer arose, he knew it was get the hell out or get the hell killed. With one hefty swipe of a wing he forced himself to do a 180, and then he pressed off with both to fly out of the range of the claw. Maia remained held close, so that whatever attack the D-Reaper unleashed would have to go through Elliot's cold, dead body to hurt her. When what seemed to be a grapple turned into a crackling field of electricity, he turned out to be making a smart decision. The attack badly singed his tail, and he could only imagine how bad it would be for him or Maia if it struck any close. He tried to ignore the smell of charred flesh in the air and press on, making another tally mark on the list of things he'd need to bury when this was all over.
And then Maia started to speak.
Her tone was commanding. Harsh, even. She set her plan firmly on the table, authoritatively deciding how "they" were going to handle the situation. It made Elliot shiver slightly, as if fearing what Maia would say if he upset her any further. For now he said nothing, but as she continued talking there was one phrase that made his blood boil. 'You don't just give up on people you care about.' Before Maia had a plan. Now she was chastising him for his judgments, and writing him off just as she thought he was writing off Isaac.
His teeth clenched slightly. After everything he had done for Isaac, hell, done for her, that was what she had to say to him? Part of what he hated about Gargoylemon was that he repressed so much to unleash him, but the part he hated worst was how hotly his emotions ran beneath the surface. Anger and betrayal and worry barreled through his mind, filling his head with thoughts he would've never considered having before this awful mission had started.
Did you have to kill anyone today?
Easy to say when you've only loved him for a few months. He's been my brother for thirteen years.
Well, why are you giving up on me?
He shook them from his head. They were hurtful, and dumb, and wrong, and it only made him feel even shittier for thinking them. He trembled slightly, and by now his soft sniffling was returning back to ugly sobbing. He was angry at Maia for completely overriding how he felt. He was angry at himself for all these stupid feelings he was having. He was angry at the D-Reaper for, well, literally everything else. Part of him wanted to just scream to be heard, to give in to all of his anger and rip these D-Reaper agents limb from limb. Yet another part of him knew that he would be putting so much at risk to feed these desires. And the most important of those at risk was right here, in the palm of his hand and held close to his chest.
"Maia," he said, his breathing funny and his voice pitiful. By now he was safely out of range of the Hand of Mjolnir, and could afford to slow down if just for a few seconds. "I've spent this whole mission trying to say that. Do you know how I'd feel if I tore that Devidramon apart and didn't see him? I don't think I could live with that. I can't keep hoping. I won't let myself."
He took a deep breath, turning to re-focus his gaze on the Optimizer. The green and blue regions reacted the exact same way. His attack had done little more than to irritate it. And it was way faster than he looked. The Sapphire Nail was far too weak to tear that bundle of cords it connected itself to the D-Reaper with in a single shot. There was no way he could win this in a straight up war of attrition.
"But that doesn't mean I'm giving up on him."
With that statement he descended once more, a calm and measured descent this time. He looked around at the Optimizer's cable, trying to see if there were any weak points he could make out. "I'm going to be the best me I can be. The me I know he thought I could be," he said, voice continuing to tremble. "I'm not going to let myself break. I'm going to live for him. He's always done so much to keep me safe, keep me happy. That's what he would've wanted, I think." Every word he said was like another stab to the heart. He so badly wanted to agree with Maia's idea, but he just knew if he did so it would only hurt him more in the end.
Finally, he had descended low enough. If a slice wouldn't work, maybe a snap would. He rose his arm high, four stone pillars emerging from the depths below. As they approached Elliot clenched his fist, trying to collapse them inwards around the Optimizer's thick cables. If they collided he would pull his fist back with all of his might, trying to push the cord to its limits. As he prepared the technique, he pondered on Maia's last words.
"I have to," he insisted. "We're in this together. I don't know where everyone else went. You and Kuu . . .
You're all I have left."
By now Elliot was barely whispering. "I need you. Please, I can't do this without you guys." |
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Post by Scout Evans on Oct 10, 2016 21:22:36 GMT
The bands wrapped around Paratrice Head detonate with significant force as Samudramon continues to flee. He's not sure where he's going, but right now he's just trying to avoid the death raining down from above. This is insane. Why had that ridiculous Wizardmon thought any of them could handle this? A bunch of kids. That's who they'd dumped in here. And he hadn't seen any indication that the others were able to get to Mega either. He hadn't even been able to get to that point before a few moments ago.
Any blows that Horn Striker delivers seem to be reduced in effectiveness, likely due to the dragon's mighty armor. He glances over his shoulder as he flees, eyeing the cable that attaches Horn Striker to...whatever. "Obsidian Masquerade," His image flickers momentarily, before continuing to flee. Why had it flickered, you might ask? A momentary burst of ungodly speed, allowing him to strike the cord several times with his 'Kikurin' swords. One of them, anyway.
Scout isn't waking up, but he's...mumbling something. Something about ice cream? It's more-or-less incomprehensible gibberish, but Samudramon pushes it aside and continues to move away from Paratrice Head, doing his best to ignore any of the melty goo that splashes him.
And then his entire field of vision lights up. The black and green D-Scanner in Scout's hand seems to explode, replaced by a red and black one with golden features. The boy seems to be coming around, the D-Scanner in his hand glowing brighter and brighter until the light reaches out above the trees in a colossal column, a screeching sound rising and falling every few seconds.
Look, things are happening!
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Post by Maia on Oct 12, 2016 5:32:27 GMT
The tamer stared up at the large monster that kept her safe. Just remember not to look down. Pretend hands are the same as feet safely on the ground. Easy enough, right? No, not really. The only thing that was stopping Maia from a meltdown was this stupid bickering-type-thing that was going on between her and Elliot! And, not calling it a meltdown of some sort was still kind of a stretch!
While she wanted to continue the conversation, despite it being an awful time for such, the sound of, "oh, crud," concerned the girl a bit more. The red, burning substance sprayed across the Armor Champion's body, as wings stopped beating for a moment, allowing the digimon to plummet.
At the same moment, Elliot might have noticed feeling a little less wounded, as the Quetzalmon's passive was triggered.
Writhing in the air, Kuu made a spitting sound, while announcing loudly, "I don't like spicy foods!" After a moment of gathering his composure, the monster finally spread his wings again, whirling up toward his tamer and friend. Okay, so that really hurt. "Why is this so painful?" Kuu whined, coming into range of the conversation. "And why do I think I missed something important?" Nobody ever included the alien in their conversations! This was a problem!
Still, the weakened Digimon let out a huff, trying to look around. After a pause, the monster let out a 'pop' from his nonexistent lips, before stating, "I need wings on all of my digivolutions, guys. This is too squishy!"
Maia tried to get a decent look at her partner, but from Elliot's hand, it was awfully hard. Letting out a sigh, she had to assume that the damage wasn't too awful. Digimon could take a good beating, right? "We need some sort of plan," she mumbled, pointing out what should have been relatively obvious. Why couldn't Datamon have given them some course of action for this kind of thing? "Do you have any ideas?"
Quetzalmon's passive has been triggered, targeting Elliot (as he has no idea of Scout's current condition):
By Whom We Live: During his posting turn, if Quetzalmon has taken damage, one nearby ally regains a minor amount of their health. If multiple allies are nearby, By Whom We Live will target who Quetzalmon perceives as the most injured ally nearby.
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Post by darkblade on Oct 13, 2016 22:46:20 GMT
Wizardmon and Datamon
"Hm... wings?"
Outside the mess of the dreamscape, the setting was entirely different, and perhaps even forgotten to some members of the team. Despite everything that had happened to them, the six of them remained on the boat, Wizardmon viewing their vitals, and Datamon checking in through a different system, various views of the battlefield reflected on the inside of his glass dome. Though they had some influence - Wizardmon's healing from before was proof enough of that - the ways they could help were quite limited.
"Hm? Datamon, what are you-"
"Oh, quiet." The Wizardmon had the right to look at him with a weird eye, as the machine was rifling through her bag, though to a good purpose: a wire flicked around her cards, the machine spreading the deck out, plucking a particularly common card with a bronze border: Wings of Light. The code around the card would spark, though, as the machine Digimon swiped it right through Maia's D-Arc. "Alright, that'll do!"
"What did you - you know what, not even going to ask."
Kuu and Maia, Pt. 1
But Maia might have some questions: just as Kuu complained about the lack of flight, familiar, flashy wings would erupt from his back... without Maia having used a card at all! In fact, if Maia were to take a look at her now-brightly-glowing Digivice, she might notice that things got... well, just a bit crazy:
Wings of Light Activated
Wings of Light Activated
Wings of Light Activated
Wings of Light Activated
Wings of Light Activated...
Scrolling down the card history log would reveal that this entry was here an asinine number of times, and would show no loss of 'card uses'. Additionally, the active card screen would show 'Wings of Light: 51/50', ticking right back up to '51' whenever the number would flicker down. She would know that, in general, it was supposed to be 50 seconds and the duration would cancel due to damage. But it seemed pretty clear that the rules had been broken in this case!
Elliot and Maia
Elliot had quite a long time to hold onto conversation, it seemed: though he had bought a bit of distance, the Optimizer was still a threat, and the D-Evidramon floating above? Well, it hadn't even joined the fight yet, just staring down the rest of the group, with pointed interest on the Gargoylemon. Perhaps fortunately, the Optimizer was a patient and observant type, looking on as the ultimate level lowered his altitude, the agent lowering somewhat to follow along.
He would still get a good look at that cord... and, in his attack, get another 'hint' about the D-Reaper. They were still over the D-Reaper's field, after all: as Elliot's stones would appear, they wouldn't erupt out from underneath the group, but would materialize on top of it, as if standing on a solid surface! Further, the pillars didn't even sink: as they would start to close in, the Optimizer's cord sparked with a powerful electric current, as would the rest of its body, for its simple-yet-most-powerful attack: Mjolnir. A moment later, in a crack that sounded like lightning landing, the agent lit up with a flash of bright light, the pillars being thrown haphazardly aside, the area around it in a fifteen meter radius receiving a similarly powerful electric shock. It would be signficantly more difficult to edge out of this one...
... Though, immediately after, the Optimizer's arms would fall limp, a smoke rising from its body. Something this powerful had such a drawback?
Scout
It wasn't overly difficult to damage Horn Stiker's cord, especially from a mega. Cord damaged, it fell to its knee and held its position, to regroup. At this point, this entity was only a minor threat...
... And, though Scout's evolution would cause a stir, it would also create a target, a single glowing spot in the forest. The Paratice Head took notice: instead of raining randomly down into the woods, its volleys were now aimed right towards that center, glowing spot, wanting to eliminate the threat before it even had a chance to get off the ground!
Kuu
Well, well... one unchecked, and only one agent left. Despite it being a mere armor champion, the D-Evidramon took note, and roared from a distance, squaring its stance around the newly-and-doubly-winged dragon. Its wings would move it to a slow descent, and give one powerful beat of its wings. Darkened sickles of sharpened air would rain down, attempting to cut the dragon down, right where it floated!
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Oct 14, 2016 3:37:40 GMT
Elliot turned to Kuu, a concerned look in his eyes, but as he went to speak he found a horrid crackling noise cutting him off. As he wheeled around he saw the stone pillars he had created get shattered to pieces, and judging by the bright flashing around the Agent his attack wasn't finished yet. There was no way he'd be able to get out of the way in time. Anything he tried to escape would just widen his profile, and the more empty space there was around him the more likely Maia would get hurt in the crossfire. That would be unacceptable. Instead he curled inwards into the fetal position, holding Maia tightly in his stony hands and squeezing his eyes shut. As he prepared for the worst, he pictured a Digivice swiping a card in his mind's eye. His world turned a light blue as the Hypoparticle took effect, hardening Elliot's body just in time for Mjolnir to start crashing down.
Even with his best precautions, the attack hurt like hell. Elliot grit his teeth so hard that he started to grind them together, just to avoid startling Maia and Kuu with his scream. The lightning seemed especially attracted to the metal bands on his torso, head, and wrists. The former two seared his flesh, pushing against the hypoparticle's layer of frost in a disconcerting combination of heat and cold. The latter stung at his wrists badly, each strike weakening his hands a little. With each bolt he was worried he would drop Maia, and he held onto her for dear life to ensure he wouldn't. He kept his fingers as tightly linked as possible, hoping to spare her from even the tiny jolts that could snap through his fingers.
Her life was more important than his pain, anyway.
He let out a shuddering sigh when the attack finally stopped, wearily turning back to Kuu. He freed his grip on Maia, letting the girl out of the cold, dark, yet safe space between his hands to actually get some breathing room again. It was a messy onslaught but one they all survived, even if his flight pattern was starting to waver. It seemed he wasn't the only one stunned, though, judging by the fact that the Operator wasn't in tip-top shape either. The gears in Elliot's head started turning.
Before this had happened, he didn't really have a plan. He was just flinging himself at the D-Reaper's Optimizer, trying everything he could despite not being strong enough. Now, however, the Optimizer's defenses were down. Its arms sagged and its head drooped, and Elliot knew a proper strike here could mean checkmate. Not that he had much time to say his plan, however. At any second, the Optimizer could spring back to its feet and attack the group. Without much time to vocalize, he decided to just point at the Optimizer's cords and say "Now I do. Hit it very hard!"
Elliot wasn't the only one planning to capitalize on the situation, though. D-Evidramon descended from the skies and set upon the group, focus firing sickles of dark wind right at Kuu. Elliot yelped a little in surprise, terrified of the idea that his best friend could get hurt. With a sharp flop of his wings he pushed himself in Kuu's way, taking full advantage of the hypoparticle to soak up the incoming scythes. He spread his profile wide to try and prevent as many scythes from reaching Kuu as possible, keeping the hand containing Maia held behind him so Kuu could spirit her away to safety. Something told him a disabled Optimizer was way less of a threat than a pissed off dragon zombie.
He grimaced as deep cuts began to spread across his torso, sending shards of ice flying in every direction as more of the hypoparticle chipped away, but he didn't crumble. Instead, he forced himself to stare the beast that killed his brother right in the eye. He was back to silence. Words would be too much energy, and judging by his shaky flight pattern he was clearly overexerting himself to remain airborne. However, he wasn't about to just let this matter drop without a fight. He spread his arms out like a point guard, trying to take up as much space as possible to impede D-Evidramon. In fact, if the dragon made any moves toward Kuu, Elliot would fly up to try and get in its face instead. It was a dangerous plan when he was already so injured, but Elliot was prepared for the consequences.
The success of the mission, and with it the safety of the Digital World. These, too, were more important than Elliot's pain. |
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