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In a Corrupted Mind [Mission]
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Dec 4, 2016 6:01:54 GMT
At this point, Elliot could barely tell how much pain he was in anymore. It was too constant and ever-present now, from the wounds on his flesh to the dissolved claw currently stuck inside of his chest. Each second more seemed to accumulate, getting ever so slightly worse. It was to the point where the pain receptors in his body had settled into an uncomfortable numbness, the boy feeling nothing but a tingling sensation over his body. His vision continued to blur, and his ears were starting to ring. It was like Elliot wasn't even there anymore. He felt more like an outside observer of his own body than an actual, physical being. He twitched a claw, as if desperate to confirm he was still in control of his own body. It moved, but somewhat jerkily. His energy in this fight was running out fast, and D-Evidramon could finish him off at any time.
Except it refused to. It turned away to go challenge Samudramon instead.
This was the monster that killed his brother, devouring him whole right before Elliot's eyes. And now it didn't even think Elliot was worth its notice. Elliot's blood boiled, but under his current hazy state he could barely feel it. Instead he looked into the distance, smiling slightly as he saw Kuu and Maia achieve success. In a way, it was funny. He had seen the two develop all this time, starting from their roots as an unsure and terrified human with her ridiculous muppetlike pet. Now they were like true heroes, felling foes many times their size and keeping their composure even under this atrocious pressure. Sure, he felt worse about himself for losing his own cool in comparison, but he couldn't be proud. Not when he was so proud of them.
But just next to them, the Optimizer was starting to collapse in on itself like a dying star. In its grasp Scout's attack was starting to fizzle and shake, wrapped up in terrifying amounts of lightning. It sparked haphazardly, swelling with power that the dying agent could no longer restrain. And it was right near them all. The mysterious and helpful stranger. The hero he could always rely on. The girl who stole his brother's heart. Would they be able to escape in time? The horrid monster, sure to pounce on them when they were weakened. Would they be able to stop him? And here Elliot was, too weak and too insignificant to do a thing about it.
And yet, how much did weakness matter when you had the right tools? Slowly, an idea took form in Elliot's head.
As the Optimizer started to crumple and D-Evidramon turned to clash with Samudramon, Elliot forced himself into action. He hunkered down like a missile arming itself and then charged furiously at D-Evidramon, his long, powerful arms widespread as if he was going for a hug. The Sapphire Nail on his claws glowed bright blue as he aimed them at its already tattered wing membranes, aiming to rend through them and prevent it from flying. Even if it would regenerate the use of its wings later, the time it would take would hopefully leave it unable to provide any meaningful resistance. It would also give Elliot a good vantage point for pinning the wings, hopefully letting him close his arms around D-Evidramon in a vicious bear hug. As he did this his wings would push forward, putting him on a collision course with the collapsing explosion in the middle of the lake.
He couldn't care less about any pain . What could further contact with D-Evidramon do that its shredding claws and lingering afflictions hadn't already done to him? His dulled out pain receptors combined with a spike of adrenaline to leave him feeling invincible, even as he knew this plan would likely lead to pain even his unconscious, dreaming body couldn't ignore. What would the repercussions be like when he woke up? Would he even wake up?
No. He couldn't let questions like that make his resolve waver. For Maia. For Kuu. For Isaac. For the entire Digital World. He would need to press on. If his plan worked he would just keep his eyes on the Optimizer's fallen attack, refusing to break eye contact with it until he and D-Evidramon plunged right into its molten core. |
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Post by Scout Evans on Dec 9, 2016 18:43:55 GMT
Wait, they're not losing? They're not losing! Emo moment cancelled! Put the eyeliner, black nail polish and Linkin Park tracks away, boys! Scout feels momentarily ashamed that he was so easily beaten on an emotional and psychological level (damned teenage moodswings), but...oh, hell. There's no time for that now, because there's a gigantic explosion heading their way, it seems.
Whelp. Time to try going big again! "Triumphant Soul! ShineGreymon!" Fwash! Very fancy. His wings flare to life as he lifts into the air and starts to move away from the blast wave as quickly as he can, pausing only briefly to try and scoop up Kuu and Maia in his gigantic hands. Sure, he might regret grabbing something with scythes, but his armored body will shield them pretty well from the explosion should it catch up to them.
Samudramon takes the hits from D-Evidramon hard, but makes no attempt to block any of them. His eyes lock on the explosion in the distance and he exhales slowly, calming himself and preparing for the possible outcome of what he was about to do. "I am sorry, but I cannot let you sacrifice yourself. Daimyo Defender," His voice is soft, and there's no way Elliot could possibly hear it with all the explosions and yelling...but allthe same, he feels as though he needed to explain.
A shimmering energy bubble pops up around Elliot to shield him from the explosion, and possibly cutting him off from D-Evidramon as well. Either way, Samudramon is frozen in place as he tries to maintain the bubble, leaving himself wide-open to taking damage from the blast instead, should it reach this far.
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Post by Maia on Dec 11, 2016 9:24:23 GMT
Oh, hey! They're not losing! Awesome. Or, uh. Sort of. Aside from the part where they were perfectly in range for the explosion. "Yay! We sort of helped!" The pink scythebeast cheered for a second, before adding in an equally happy tone, "but, Maia, you make bad suggestions!"
Well, that was a given. She probably had gotten her bad ideas from the ridiculous fox that always accompanied her! But, as far as the teen was concerned, she was just bad luck in human form. Tightening her grip on her Digimon, Maia didn't even bother trying to think of some sort of advice to get them out of the situation that she had dragged them into.
Then again, it didn't seem she needed to. Because, Scout had that covered! "Double-Yay!" Kuu shouted, pulling his bladed arms close to his stomach to try to provide minimal injuries to someone that was getting them out of an otherwise awful situation. Though, it might be too soon to consider themselves safe. Only time would tell how much damage that explosion would actually cause!
"Yes," the tamer breathed, at her Digimon's excitement at being saved. "Thanks." Now, if only they could just have some stable ground that didn't involve flying. That would be great. Maia was more than done with today! Though, she had to wonder how the others were holding up, when her focus for the past several minutes had been primarily on Kuu, Scout, and how terrifying flight was.
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Post by darkblade on Dec 14, 2016 2:54:05 GMT
Optimizer
Well, it wouldn't quite be as simple as running away from the explosion, especially for Scout. For one, Maia and Kuu were close to the origin of the explosion, and though Shinegreymon was definitely faster, it didn't help the fact that the explosion wasn't going to wait for them. A bare moment after Kuu and Maia would be scooped up in those arms, the roaring sound of the blast would be in all their ears, overcoming any words between them. And though Scout would make some distance, the energy would catch up to them, enveloping the group in red light as the burning, electrical energy tore over the Shinegreymon's armor, a powerful force shocking through them as they would be propelled outwards. Without a shield, damage at this range was nigh unavoidable, and Scout, taking the brunt of it, would feel much more than a slight burn.
D-Evidramon
For his brief exchange with the Samudramon, the one-handed entity of the D-Reaper managed a few blows, taking the upper hand... and the bright blades of Elliot's nails quickly drew the monster's attention. Its face shot over its shoulder, staring at the oncoming assailant, perhaps desperate to try one last, dying charge with that corrosive claw wedged in its chest. It was a sight to behold, and possibly an effective strike...
... Had Samudramon not blunted the attack with a shield! The creature almost seemed confused, when the claws ran short, the invisible barrier of Scout's shield hitting against its shoulder. And the entity was not about to let the opportunity go to waste: shrugging off the sphere by letting it roll past his back, it let Elliot's momentum carry himself further towards the blast, D-Evidramon once more locking right on the Samudramon. Its solitary blade gave a bright, white glow, as it charged right towards the samurai, aiming to give one, clean cleave across its chest. After all, he seemed wide-open after casting that shield!
And with the fall of the Optimizer, the white core above started to crack. Red lines crept up from the bottom, slowly seeping towards the top, a voice echoing from within.
"Yes... yes!" The robotic whir echoed over the landscape! "Such a challenge, such improvements to be had! Become part of this glorious perfection!"
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Dec 14, 2016 3:52:38 GMT
Elliot had expected searing pain shooting through every part of his body by now. He had expected his claws sinking into D-Evidramon's wing membranes. He expected the warmth of a fiery explosion to consume the both of them, hopefully knocking him and Isaac out of this horrible nightmare. He expected anything but what had just occurred.
Where he expected flesh, instead he received air. Elliot let out a confused roar as his swipe came up just short of D-Evidramon's wings. His confusion turned to anger as he found himself rolling off of D-Evidramon's shoulder as if nothing had even happened. His jaw gnashed, his tail thrashed, and his claws practically flailed in every direction as he tried to get D-Evidramon within his clutches. Unfortunately, none of his attacks even seemed to come close to landing. It was as if he had been trapped inside a bubble of some sort, completely separated from the rest of the battlefield.
Oh, wait. He totally was. He let out an anguished cry of betrayal as he continued flying off into the distance, his heedless charge too fast to make him properly in control of his own momentum. He flashed out his wings to try and slow his approach, but the wind couldn't reach them through the bubble. He could only allow the natural wind resistant shape of the orb to do the work for him, hoping it would come to a stop before he had approached the explosion's nexus. Fortunately, he was far from the closest one there. Scout and Maia were still closer, too far for even Elliot's most distant techniques to reach. He reached out as he approached, helpless to do anything?
That's what he was, wasn't he? Helpless. So helpless, that he had to be put in a little glass bubble to avoid hurting himself. It was as if he needed to be protected from the rest of the world, like some kind of stupid hamster. They protected him with their words, all lies. They protected him with their disdain, ignoring him because he was that useless of a combatant. They protected themselves with their actions, undermining every little piece of the plan Elliot had so carefully laid. Now instead of having a fighting chance he would be forced to watch his friends go up in smoke, the remains surely picked off by that brutish D-Evidramon. Just like Isaac was. All because he was too slow, too weak, too absolutely useless to do anything about it.
His wings beat feverishly against the bubble's stagnant air, straining to keep him airborne even with less room to work with. His fist slammed into the bubble's protective walls, as if he was hoping he could shatter through them with nothing but sheer force. Pounding turned to shoulder bashing, which soon turned to desperate scratching like a cat trying to get through a door. Yet despite everything he had done, he wasn't even leaving a dent in it. It was a shield made for a mega, and he was a whole order of magnitude weaker. How was he even supposed to compare?
He slumped, helpless. Only the bare minimum of effort was being put into keeping him airborne at this point, and even that was starting to hurt. The frantic, adrenaline-driven motions he had made earlier had aggravated the gaping wound in his chest, the D-Reaper's taint searing him even more. Even with this bubble protecting him, his mere existence was intensifying the pain he was in. If Samudramon had thought it was protecting Elliot, it seemed to have only been delaying the inevitable. As he realized the intensity of his pain he tried to slow his movements, the bubble slowing as well as he continued gently drifting toward the explosion.
It was even more awe-inspiring up close. A giant nexus of flame, lightning coiled around it as if keeping the blast prisoner. It burned as brightly as a star, so intense that Elliot found himself having to wince away in order to avoid being blinded. And yet it looked so close. He was almost tempted to reach out to see if he could touch it, even if he knew that he was still quite far from the epicenter of the blast. Besides, his admiration would have to be short lived. At any second, that blast would detonate with more force than Elliot had ever experienced in an attack before. Perhaps, so much force that not even his shield would hold up.
Slowly, adversity turned to inspiration.
Maybe Elliot wouldn't be quite as useless as he had thought. But it would require a plan even more reckless than his last one. He turned away from the explosion, instead swiveling to face D-Evidramon. With that done he kept his body as tense and wound up as a spring, then took the last breath of air he'd be guaranteed to have.
He didn't feel it at first. The sheer force of the explosion had defied all explanation, sending him flying before he even properly knew what was going on. The barrier still held fast, amazingly enough, but he knew it was only a matter of time before it faded. As he looked around he could already see glassy shards peeling off from the bubble and floating behind him. Webs of cracks had formed around the barrier as it tried to hold firm against the force of the blow. Then came the fire, racing to catch up with the propulsive force of the explosion. It washed over the bubble, tongues of flame lashing at Elliot as they snaked through the cracks within. Even as they singed all across his body, he knew it was better than eating the full brunt of the explosion head-on.
Between the shimmering tail he had left behind and the large, flaming head he was currently held within, Elliot looked rather like a comet. Maybe it was fitting, then, that he squeezed his eyes shut and prayed that his last-ditch effort would be a success. After all, wasn't it appropriate to make a wish on a shooting star?
What heat wasn't accomplishing, time was. The barrier was starting to wither, the slight sizzling sound reminding Elliot to keep his eyes on the prize. He capitalized on the momentum he was afforded by the explosion with one last, hefty flap of his wings, pushing through the sagging remnants of the bubble. He was far less battered than he had expected, but that didn't mean he was in good condition. And he also knew he flat-out wouldn't have a chance to strike like this again. If the previous plan was to use his body to introduce D-Evidramon to the explosion, now it was to introduce his body to D-Evidramon via the explosion's propulsive boost.
Maybe D-Evidramon would be too busy swordfighting to notice. Maybe it would be even more dismissive of Elliot due to his past failure. Maybe this time it would actually pick up on what was going on. Regardless of the outcome, Elliot sailed forward, a single elbow extended to focus all of his force onto one point. He held this aerodynamic pose to the best of his ability, only unfurling his wings if he needed to adjust course as Samudramon and D-Evidramon dueled. And from there he waited, keeping his focus on D-Evidramon to the exclusion of near anything else.
And then, as his journey reached its tail end, he turned to stone. Now all of the force of a heavy statue was being aimed right at D-Evidramon. If Elliot was able to pull this move off, the recoil would surely ruin him. Yet if he wasn't, would he have any chance in this battle at all?
No. He made his decision already. Better to suffer like a hero than wither away uselessly. |
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Post by Scout Evans on Dec 17, 2016 18:06:13 GMT
Scout feels the heat on his armored tail first, and knows that the fire is catching up. He doesn't see any choice but to pull Maia and Kuu closer to his chest, yelling loudly as the heat and energy wash over him. Wow, this...hurts a lot more than he'd expected, especially with all this new armoring. But hell, the metal that comprises most of his body now is probably all that's going to get him through this...
Despite that, he tries his best to keep moving forwards. To protect Maia and Kuu from the worst of it as best as he could, but also to escape from the inferno that was tearing into his body.
Samudramon remains motionless until the very last second, catching the sword with one of his own, and locking eyes with D-Evidramon. "I think not. Mastery of Sword." His blade shines with light, suddenly repulsing the other blade with such force that...wait, is it...? Yup. Inexplicably he's reflecting back the damage that should have hit him, right back at that hateful beast. What a completely insane and inexplicable attack. Absolutely wonderful.
His eyes briefly glance to where Elliot is coming screaming in. Oh boy, that could hurt. Especially if he misses D-Evidramon and hits him instead. Not to mention any recoil the boy might suffer from such an attack. Going to have to keep your wits about you, B.
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Post by Maia on Dec 23, 2016 9:18:45 GMT
This was awful, even from the perspective of someone being protected from the severity of all of this. No, actually, that might be what was making this worse. If it weren't for being a horribly kill-able tamer, Scout wouldn't have had to save the duo.
Well, he might have. But, at least he wouldn't have to worry so much about keeping them safe.
Kuu shifted to try to curl further around his tamer, as well, while avoiding hurting Scout any further with his blades. Sure, he could feel the heat, and none of this was pleasant, but as long as he could try to keep as much of it off of the human as possible, everything would be fine. But, jeez, he might have to give Scout his sock collection for helping out like this! He was going to miss those socks!
Maybe he'd just offer to help 'clean' the spirit user's bedroom. No, no! Commit. Maia was totally worth all the socks collected over the months! With any luck, Scout wouldn't want them.
Hands rose to cover her ears from the sounds, cringing, in hopes that this would all be over soon. Maia was really hating this whole day. Under the assumption that everyone survived, she definitely owed Scout a thanks and an apology. She wasn't his charge, after all. He shouldn't have to deal with this kind of pain, just for her! This entire event was just terrible! Who would sign up for this kind of crap?!
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Post by darkblade on Dec 26, 2016 17:25:11 GMT
D-Evidramon
Well, wasn't this annoying? Certainly, Mastery of the Sword had propelled the sword away, but by the pivot of the dragon's arm it would not be an attack swung back at his face. Rather, it flung the arm upwards, the entity's solitary blade no longer in position to defend itself. But at this point, the D-Evidramon's regeneration had enough time to kick in: with a sickly-sounding crack, its missing forearm grew back into place, just as strong as before. And if it had a chance, the dragon would -
No, strike that. Amidst the impossibly blinding backdrop of the explosion, one obvious shadow made its position clear, and this creature was having none of it. Actually, the developed mind of the D-Reaper, through the core and its several observers watching from a distance, calculated a possible strategy against it: instead of countering the Samudramon with its blade, the creature breathed out a dense, black fog, which would both surround itself and the swordsman. This was Isaac's own Black Frost, and it would make Elliot's final charge a crap-shoot at best. With the roaring explosion behind, it wasn't as if Samurdramon could give a proper clue out, and just to make sure that the swordsman couldn't escape, the dragon charged forth to clash its blades, intentionally with the weapons of the enemy.
If Isaac gauged his attack dead center of the noise of the clanging swords, and unless Samudramon had an idea for this, the odds were going to be about fifty-fifty: to charge an ally, or hit the proper target.
Kernel
And as for the explosion itself? For several seconds, the heat and noise would reverberate around the Mega, around Kuu, and around Maia, the several layers of living shields preventing the human from succumbing to the explosion. That wasn't to say the attack wouldn't have impact: the noise and heat, especially, would radiate well through the metal and even the creature unable to feel pain. At the very least, a deep sweat to the brow and a ringing of the ears would likely effect Maia, and the Shinegreymon itself would find its crimson-and-ivory armor burnt, scarred in several places. The damage was evident, and perhaps the only reason he would squeak through so well as he did, was due to him resisting his own element.
But above, the robotic voice from the kernel would continue. In fact, it was probably the first time they would properly hear through the noise of the explosion. "So perfect! Once I have you all, this entity will have no weakness!"
Without its proper guardian, the sphere gave a slow descent, the green panels surrounding it splintering off, producing a wall between itself and the mega-level below, an obvious effort to defend the kernel underneath. Behind it emerged two of its yellow spheres, which rocketed forth, towards the Shinegreymon and Kuu. And should they impact it, they would find that the attack was much less a solid sphere, than an almost translucent barrier that would pass through them. These were spheres, designed to surround and capture the 'creatures' below.
And considering what had happened to Isaac, well, that obviously didn't seem like too good of a plan. Their only clue to the spheres' true nature beforehand, though, would be that offhand quote by the Ebemon.
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Dec 26, 2016 17:44:48 GMT
What else was there left to say? The time for thought was over. Each second spend thinking was another second spent advancing towards the enemy. Each second spent shouting a warning was another second spent alerting the Reaper of his presence. Each second spent muttering out a plan was another second spent missing out on the cues of battle, like the thick clouds of smog, the clashing of blades, and the Reaper's crowing cries of its perfection.
The clash of blades would be his target. What else could it do? Charge blindly into the darkness? No. Missing its only chance would spell his death, not in a grand explosion of power but in a slow, dwindling decay. Now the sound would be his guide, and he'd have to hope it would be a bright enough lantern for him.
Was it risky? Maybe, but Samudramon was resourceful. A long time ago he had sealed the Reaper in place, leaving it thrashing and helpless to open up a perfect attacking opportunity. Maybe now he'd be ready to try that again. Maybe he'd grab D-Evidramon and put him in Elliot's way, like a living shield. And if none of those plans were on his mind? Well, he was a smart, mature Digimon. He'd be able to think of something. For now, Elliot could safely assume he knew what he was doing.
With that Elliot let out a pained roar, the only signal to Samudramon he was coming. He thrust his wings in the direction of the clashing blades, offering himself one last, heavy burst of speed before turning to stone. It was time to do or die, and god did he hope dying would be on the table for D-Evidramon today. This game had gone on long enough. |
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Post by Scout Evans on Jan 3, 2017 22:14:18 GMT
Scout lands heavily on his knees as the wall of flame finishes passing over them, putting Kuu and Maia on the ground as gently as he can whilst trying to recover. His armor is almost glowing with the heat from the explosion, and if it hadn't been as tough and heat-resistant as it was, he'd likely be dead by now. But, ShineGreymon is a spirit of fire. He's not gonna be stopped by an explosion if he has any say about it.
He barely notices the spheres at first, but summons what's left of his strength and takes to the air once more. God, he'd thought they'd actually won there, but they just keep coming!, "K-keep away from them..." he warns. He's weakened. He'd be a hinderance to Maia and Kuu's survival if he kept carrying them. So he targets the orb heading towards them and summons another fireball between his palms, "Glorious Burst!" And off the fireball goes. Boy. That's either gonna do a lot of damage to it or...uh. Nothing. Maybe nothing.
Meanwhile, Samudramon crosses his blades to generate the magical seals around the outer edge of the fog, sending streamers in to wrap around D-Evidramon once more and hold it in place! "Rinkageki." And then he flies backwards at full speed to avoid any potential misses by Elliot, "Strike, now."
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Post by Maia on Jan 9, 2017 1:18:56 GMT
The second that Kuu was given a chance to step away from Scout, he did, wings of light already spreading, and checking his tamer for damage. "Maia is okay?" Not even a thank you to Scout? Well, he would have, but there were priorities! Surely, the spirit user would understand.
Except, Maia wasn't quite as concerned about herself, so she'd try to make up for the rudeness of her partner. "Thank you." Heck, Scout had risked his life for them! What was ringing ears and a mild risk of heat stroke, in comparison? Could she actually suffer heat stroke in a place like this? This felt like a really important detail, but it wasn't time to ask something like that.
"You do the same," she insisted to the ShineGreymon, "stay safe." Was that even possible? Either way, the tamer was back to clinging onto her Digimon, really not enjoying any aspect of this mission. Patting Kuu on the shoulder, the pink beast took flight, prioritizing avoiding being collected by... well, anything. No need to be another source of stress for poor Elliot! The poor guy's brother had already been imp-napped!
Were they supposed to be attacking that sphere thing now? Kuu wasn't entirely certain. But, Scout was doing it! So, why not join the party, right? Or, uh, make it a party? Did this many people make something a party? Or.. Oh! Wait! He was supposed to be doing something! Stop thinking about parties! Even if they are fun!
Anyway!
If one big fireball looked cool, wouldn't it just look better with several notably smaller ones? One way to find out! And, everyone could use a little extra fire power once and a while! Oh, ew, Kuu thought of a pun. Resist cringing! "Demon's Fireball," the nightmare soldier announced, while five fireballs would spin out, trailing to land, if at all, shortly after Scout's attack would.
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Post by darkblade on Jan 10, 2017 2:29:59 GMT
Kernel
With the blistering heat of the fight building up even more with Kuu and Scout's fire-based attacks - yes, Maia, you can suffer heat stroke in here - the fireballs would be fired right on target, towards the yellow spheres as they rocketed forth. But, instead of an impact, an explosion, or perhaps even a deflection to the attack, the 'Glorious Burst' and the smaller array of 'Demon's fireball' would, upon coming close to the sphere, shrink and be drawn inside of the orb.
The sphere holding the smaller blast would seem to boil, and after a moment, give a hissing pop, the yellow coloring turning to the red sludge of the D-Reaper, dripping out as the sphere lost its usefulness. The one that took upon Kuu's attack, however, would pulsate a faint red glow, and arc back to the green wall, melting against its frame.
And from each panel, a moment later, five faint glowing spots would emerge, rocketing out a torrent of fiery bullets over several seconds, a siege upon all three of them. At that, though, Datamon's voice would cut through to all three of them:
"That's it! Take that dumb white ball out, and this whole place will settle down!"
Whether it was a truth or a lie, it was sheer motivation to press on!
D-Evidramon
Even from the edges of the fog, it wouldn't be so simple as to tell where to coil around for Rinkageki, though Samudramon would perhaps have a decent idea where he would be going. After all, the giant dragon was still in front of him, and striking forth, he would still manage a swipe on that armor or two, the deafening sound of the explosion below dampening the rest of the sound.
The ribbons would strike, and catch around the beast's leg: if this was just a one-on-one fight, it would be of little matter, the entity already severing off his own calf to keep up his pursuit. But through the fog, one fighter would make his expected attempt:
Elliot.
Against whatever rhyme or reason, his aim was dead on, the stone cannonball striking right at D-Evidramon's center. Forced upward, and out of the fog, the entity was in clear pain: hit through the center by that stone muzzle, the entity's red mass began to take its shape, the entity letting out clear cries of pain as it threw its blades, red hot, towards Samudramon, the creature itself wrapping its red, corrosive arms around that stone body, to take this creature out with it as well.
But as it fell apart, and against all hope, a familiar figure fell out of that corroded chest:
Isaac.
The Impmon was heavily damaged: the data was fuzzy, and just a little under half of his body was nothing but a red wireframe of an Impmon, and he was likely far from any form of consciousness, but he was still there.
There, as the rest of that entity tried to envelop the both of them in red mass, and send them careening into the crimson ocean below.
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Jan 24, 2017 8:33:14 GMT
As Elliot turned back from his stone form, he could practically feel his arm set on fire. The collision with D-Evidramon, elbow-first, had practically dislocated it. Even the most ginger of movements caused intense pain, and Elliot realized very quickly that if he tried to accomplish anything more than let it hang limply he would heavily regret it. For the second, he pondered on the reality of this injury. Would he be fine when he returned, since this was all happening in mental uplink? Would he be unable to use his arm until it "healed" ? Or would he simply be crippled for life, for the second time in his 13 short years? The possibilities scared and confused him.
But no amount of fear could compare to the relief he felt as he saw the figure drifting away.
Isaac.
Elliot reached out as if grabbing a cloud, hand cupped as gently as possible. He smiled slightly as he felt Isaac settle into the palm of his hand. He wasn't dead. There was tangible proof right here. He wasn't in any good state, but damnit, at least he was okay. A few tears fogged up behind the bands blocking Elliot's eyes as he protectively wrapped his fingers around Isaac. He turned his head back, as if looking for Maia on the horizon. Oh, how delighted she'd be to see that Isaac was okay again! It was going to be a great reunion! They could all be together again. And then they could make their way out of this hellscape and leave it all behind. Of course, that'd have to wait until Maia, Kuu, and Scout were done being the heroes. He didn't know what was going on along the horizon, but he had a feeling they were close to the end.
As for him? Maybe it was the shade hovering over him that made him feel especially sleepy, but he felt like he really needed to rest.
As D-Evidramon's remains cast their hungering shadow over the brothers, Elliot simply held Isaac close to his chest. Maybe there, Isaac could be protected, safe from all harm. Whatever happened now, they'd have to put their faith in the others. Isaac was gone, and Elliot too was rapidly fading in and out of consciousness. He held his wings aloft, slowing their descent to a gentle drop. If he was more aware, he would probably realize D-Evidramon was stretching over them like a horrid blanket of flesh. As is, however, he just needed to rest for a while . . . |
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Post by Maia on Feb 14, 2017 9:09:05 GMT
This entire mission just felt like being trapped in a House of Mirrors, at a carnival. The participants just kind of roam around with a vague idea of what to do, while slamming face-first into a mirror the second that they got cocky.
And, Kuu really felt like he had just hit one of those mirrors.
One eye twitched, looking to the bullets. "Am I allowed to be mad now?" Curling over his tamer, the nightmare solider moved rapidly through the air, attempting to dodge as much as he could. Of course, there was only so much one ungraceful monster could do, and he found himself being horribly pelted by the attack. How long could he keep Maia safe, like this?
"No," His tamer snapped, while wrapped closely to the beast. "If I'm handling all of this as well as I am, you aren't allowed to throw your first legitimate tantrum!" Sure, Kuu was essentially a punching bag, but Maia was a squishy, non-reincarnating human that was terrified of flying and still dealing with all of this as rationally as possible! Not to forget the part of her boyfriend being kidnapped! She was well overdue for her own meltdown!
With a groan, the pink beast rolled his eyes. "Fine, I guess." But, jeez, what was he supposed to do? "But, I don't know how we're going to crack that ball!" It was too big to eat, after all! And, if it wasn't, it would have probably already been in Kuu's stomach. He really did love to eat things that he shouldn't. Eating solved every problem, anyway!
Lips pursed, while Maia tried to go over any options. It was way too hard to think straight right now! Only one thought came to mind, though it really hadn't been a choice that the girl was fond of. "Digivolve?"
"Nah." Wait, what? "You got so grumpy the last ti--"
"Just do it!"
"Now you look grumpy for me not digivolving!"
"Kuu, I swear, I do not need to be a Digimon to knock sense into you." How did a one hundred pound girl sound so intimidating right now? Maybe Kuu should have mailed himself across the street, to live with Kuro and Shiro, instead! But no. He had to pick Maia.
At least she was good at making cookies.
With a scrunch of his face, the scythebeast shifted to better hold his tamer throughout the transition. Pink fur began to ripple, dispersing in a giant puff, while data began to wrap about the beast. "Kyukimon digivolve to..." Gloved fingers reached up to grab the scythe from it's mouth, and with a flick of the wrist, the item shifted into a staff. Now, the God Man held Maia easily in one arm, floating without the need of the wings that remained sprouted from it's back courtesy of a certain card that was malfunctioning on the D-arc still. Hey, they looked cool, alright? Kuu didn't want to give them up yet! Not that he knew how! "...Sakuyamon."
For a moment, the two remained rather still, almost awkwardly. Maia didn't let it last too long, however. "Uh, Kuu, are you going to do anything?"
"Oh yeah!" It was weird having fingers! And being a lady! And.. Wait, no! Stop thinking! Maia will get mad! Don't be known as the Mega who got their face smashed in by a small human! "I was distracted!" Like always!
Using a lot more grace than it's prior form, Sakuyamon flew up, attempting to find a point that it might be able to hit the orb, rather than one of those panels. Anyone could assume the panels would just absorb his attacks, then shoot at him some more! Which, really didn't sound fun!
...Wait, where was Elliot? There wasn't much time to focus on that, though! "Elliot! Keep winning and stuff!" The Nightmare Soldier cheered, loudly, having no idea if his friend could hear a word of it. Probably not. Whatever! It made Kuu feel better! And, wasn't that what mattered? Elliot was a hero, anyway. He had to be winning!
Meanwhile, Sakuyamon's belt began to glow. "Izuna!" Two pipe-foxes were quick to spring from the belt, crackling and whirling, as they rocketed toward the 'dumb white ball.' With any luck, it might actually do something! After all, a mega attack had to be better than his prior arsenal! Though, hadn't that been Scout's logic, too?
Maybe, this was just another Fun-House mirror to bash his face into.
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Post by Scout Evans on Feb 14, 2017 23:05:40 GMT
Scout manages to keep himself upright, barely, his shiny new armor a little duller than before. Oh god is he going to need to sleep after this mission. He can't remember a fight taking quite so much out of him before. Nevermind, though. They're almost done, right? Datamon had said so.
Of course, he could be lying.
He starts moving backwards as he gathers what energy he has left for another of his big 'finisher' attacks. It's going to leave him very vulnerable afterwards, unfortunately, but he knows that Maia and her pet rat (oh, hey, when did it turn into a fox? With...wait. Does that fox have breasts? Wasn't the ferret male? What...is happening?) probably have things covered. They seem like level-headed per--Maia seems like a level-headed person.
"Corona Breaker!"
A sphere of superheated red energy forms directly in front of ShineGreymon, before launching itself towards the white ball. As it moves, it elongates into a long, red eastern dragon made of...uh. Fire and lasers. Yeah. It circles around Sakuyamon's 'Izuna' attack before falling into place between the two projectiles. Oh boy! A pseudo-combined attack from two Megas? This is gonna be beautiful, if it hits!
Samudramon sighs in relief as he sees Elliot catch his brother. That's one problem solved. Unfortunately, the battle's not over yet. The rest of that creature's mass is trying to envelop the humans and presumably burn them away. Or consume them again. Neither is acceptable, regardless. How is he supposed to catch the boys and stop D-Evidramon? One thing at a time, please!
"Daimyo Defender."
The exhausted Mega Level crosses his swords, generating a shimmering white sphere around Elliot (and Isaac by extension), to shield them from the worst of what's to come, until he can regain enough energy to actually do something about their predicament.
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