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Blinded Sight || Elliot & Issac ||
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Post by Ikki on Sept 30, 2016 19:34:43 GMT
Ikki had wandered for months.
That he was sure of. Though what day it was exactly, he couldn’t tell you. And for more than half that time, he remained in the state of Greifmon. It was a freeing notion. Using his abilities on a whim and doing whatever he wanted. With that being said, he had finally learned where exactly he was, what exactly he was, and what he could do to get stronger. However. It was frustrating. From the tidbit of info Ikki gathered, he should have found his second spirit totem by now. But nothing. Not even a short beep from his D-scanner to indicate such a thing.
Maybe he wasn’t strong enough yet.
Maybe he needed to fight more than just digimon his level and lesser.
Yet here Ikki-er Greifmon was, taking it on the little heads called digimon. Pathetic….one would wonder when exactly he had changed as a whole. Before he wouldn’t even consider causing strife for the mere pleasure of it. Only when needed. A part of Greifmon enjoyed it. That primal part of instinct and desire. As to prove the point, he kicked the poor little Yaamon, earning himself a protesting squeal. The most fun part about it however, was the fact that the small digimon kept trying to fight back. Knocking him back down over and over again, it was oddly satisfying. And entertained him enough to vent some of that frustration.
“Oi, give it up already.” Greifmon wickedly grinned. He watched with a smug smirk as the other assortment of heads and small bodies had already fled from his rampaging.
“Not until you apologize, you jerk!” Yaamon headbutted while saying so, but to not avail. The dark spirit user let out a cackle at that and grabbed the purple head by the ear, holding him to his eye level.
“What if I don’t feel like it?”
Ah.
That look on the smaller creatures face. He didn’t like that look one bit. It pissed him off.
“Think you can do something about it, huh?” Greifmon let out fierce snarl. Oh-ho that touch a nerve. “Well I’ve got some news flash for you, there’s nothing a weakling like you can do!” Like how there was nothing he could about it from before. He saw a bit of reflection of himself in that Yaamon. Helplessness. Yet with the notion that he could still take on the world. The world that had chewed him up and spit him out like gum, over and over again.
“Nothing!” He squeezed the head, hard enough to elict pained squeaks from its daring mouth. Greifmon was too involved in showing this digimons place, his vision tunneling dangerously and dark energy swirling angrily. He has yet to try and collect data. The idea before unappealing before, but very plausible now. Not that such weak data would do anything but wipe that look off the Yaamons face.
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Sept 30, 2016 21:57:07 GMT
While most of Elliot and Isaac's more memorable days were spent in the dangerous, risky parts of the Digital World, the silent majority was spent in more relaxing areas. Sometimes it was a walk around Terminus City, where they had become so confident in their Digimon forms that they didn't even get dirty looks from the human-suspect populace anymore. Other times they just took walks through the plains and the forests, taking in the natural beauty that Shibuya's bustling city streets just didn't offer. Now that they had access to winged forms they could even fly to the tallest mountaintops they could think of, basking in the sunset and admiring views they never deemed possible. Even among the chaos, little days like those helped remind the bros that this world was worth coming to.
Of course, that didn't make those days magically incident free. Sometimes trouble could arise in even the most innocuous of places. For example, what could be more innocuous than a village full of in-training Digimon? Sometimes Elliot and Isaac stumbled upon these little villages wedged in tiny corners of the Digital World, off the grid due to their small size and self-sufficiency. They were always pretty neat to pass through, with the tiny Digimon very hospitable and always marveling over the big people that popped in.
Unless they were bad guests, of course. And the wolfman currently kicking around this Yaamon like a soccer ball? Definitely a bad guest.
As the bros approached the outskirts and noticed the strange Digimon, they quickly ducked behind a tiny house to plan their next move. It provided a little bit of cover, even if the tops of their heads were visible over the roof.
"Alright, power up to full and waste this guy?" Isaac whispered, confident that Devidramon would've been able to dominate this thing with ease.
"Don't you think full's a bit too much?" Elliot asked, earning a look of shock and confusion from his brother.
"You kidding? He's trying to hurt a baby! We can't play around with that kind of thing," Isaac protested.
"But he doesn't seem like more than a baby himself. I mean, he's kinda small. And scrawny. We're not much bigger when we're in Rookie form. I think if we went out we'd kill him."
"Yeah, I guess. Okay, fine. Start small, but if there's trouble we're doing it my way. Okay?"
"Okay." And then there was a squeaking sound, reminding the bros that they had a helpless victim to save. The two held their Digivices high, bringing up spirits that they hadn't called forth in a long while. In a flash of light two brothers turned into one, the fused rookie VictoryImpmon now lurking behind the house. The fusion burst from around the corner, lowering his head before vanishing in a blur. A few seconds later he appeared right in front of Greifmon, calling out "Flash Headbutt" as he prepared to make impact.
The teleport left him dizzy as heck, but whether he hit or missed he would still try to focus Greifmon back in his sights. "How 'bout you pick on someone your own size?" he asked, hoping this challenge would get Greifmon away from the poor In-Training. |
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Post by Ikki on Oct 1, 2016 8:32:29 GMT
The final blow was imminent.
And the timing couldn’t even been more perfect. Like a Hero’s flashy entrance, swooping in at the last second to save the day. A Hero full of justice. And he was the Villian.
But let’s not get hasty here.
Greifmon’s guard was down. In turn, eye’s barely had time to register the impending attack. The Yaamon was let go as the Spirit User landed on his back, dazed from the pain that seared through his haw. It took him a moment to snap out of it, blinking at the other Rookie Digimon while the tinier one was now all but forgotten. First. He was surprised. Wiping the saliva off from his chin. He had almost bitten his tongue off from the impact, mouth-watering to alleviate the pain. Secondly. That surprise turned into rage. Boy did that hurt…..but instead of charging the VictoryImpmon as one would expect, he only got to his feet, staring down the other with a growl.
The flurry of emotions confused him and caused his instability. On one hand, a side of Greifmon was relieved that he had been stopped. Like a quiet sigh piled underneath his frustrating anger. And well on the other- this. He didn’t know which to act upon. Hence the standstill. He struggled. His breathing fluctuated and ears twitched, flickering to the sounds of cowering digimon. But not once did he look away from VictoryImpmon, sizing up the creature that earned his attention.
….finally Greifmon spoke. A decision had been made. It was easier to act on the anger than to admit his wrong doing. Anger that was now partially directed at himself. “Pick on someone your own size?” He mocked, lowering himself onto all fours. “How nice of you to volunteer then.” Greifmon lunged forward in an instant, snarling as red energy formed into a floating eyeball. It blinked right in front VictoryImpmons face. The next- it erupted into shards of a blinding white flash!
Whether it succeeded or not, he didn’t know. But he wasn’t going to waste the second and lashed out with a kick, aiming to strike at his opponent’s side.
“Maybe I should burn this village down to the ground once I’m done with you!”
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Oct 2, 2016 0:08:52 GMT
"Whoa, what-!"
VictoryImpmon was so dazed that he was seeing eyeballs. Or, at least, that was what he thought until the eye suddenly detonated in his face. Blinding light left VictoryImpmon stunned, trying to keep his guard up but finding himself far too disoriented to even muster up a proper defense. Greifmon was easily able to get the jump on him, a heavy strike to the side sending him sprawling back. For all VictoryImpmon talked about picking on someone Greifmon's own size, he was still on the short and scrawny end compared to most rookies. When put in terms of a blow-for-blow brawl, he was somewhat of the underdog here.
Thankfully, this wasn't just a fight between two fresh slates. The fusion had plenty of fighting experience, and when his vision finally cleared up he was able to catch onto the situation quickly. He caught himself mid-tumble, turning what started as a graceless flop into a steady slide backwards. Once properly re-aligned he looked up, glowering at Greifmon from his inadvertent superhero pose.
"Not bad. But lets see you pull that trick off more than once," VictoryImpmon challenged, sliding his bandanna up so it covered his mouth. He snapped the fingers of his un-gloved hand, generating a large fireball within his palm. With all his strength he lobbed the fireball into the air, seemingly missing as it sailed over Greifmon's head. Nonetheless VictoryImpmon charged in, feinting left and right before aiming a heavy hook with the boxing glove on his left hand.
Of course, the hook was more of a distraction than an attack in its own right. Once the fireball had sailed behind Greifmon, it stopped and exploded into a shower of tiny fireballs. Whereas VictoryImpmon was attacking Greifmon from the front, his Dokkan Meteor would rain down on him from behind. |
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Post by Ikki on Oct 3, 2016 3:52:00 GMT
The dark digimon watched as the other regained ground and settled into a stance, prepared to take the attack of the fireball. To his fortune the trajectory was off and in turn, Greifmon didn’t even bother to duck, instead focusing in on the dance of VictoryImpmons next move. “Nice aim.” He taunted and shifted his footing, crouching a bit to block the heavy left that came his way…
And that is when he realized his mistake. The explosion from behind was loud. Ears flattened and reaction time was null-and-void. The fireballs were already descended upon him, striking against his back with scorching heat. Greifmon yowled into a stumble, arms raised above his head to protect himself- some what- from the last of the attack.
As much as Ikki had street brawled in the past, this was a different type of experience. One that he was not well versed in, nor in quite control of any these new abilities he had obtained. Plus he was used to fighting in a much larger form. A form that could shrug off hits and keep on trudging. Hand-to-hand combat-Greifmon realized- might not go over so well in this fight. The other digimon had a huge advantage over him when it came to using…magic? Energy? He wasn’t quite sure what to call it.
The point is.
Well, there wasn’t one.
And he wasn’t going to tuck his tail between his legs and scram over those disadvantages.
If anything it further pissed him off.
“Damn you.” Greifmon snarled, spinning on his heels to go in for a swipe. It was only meant to scratch at the other. Since there wasn’t much else he knew how to do. But to his great surprise, his arm and claws bursted with energy, emitting a dark wing like slash that flew at his opponent.
Oh…
Oh
That was new.
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Oct 3, 2016 4:09:44 GMT
The disadvantage of fighting a foe that didn't know his own capabilities was that you had no idea how to predict them, either. When VictoryImpmon saw Greifmon charging in for a heavy swipe he figured the answer was easy. He'd just have to hop backwards, dodging the hefty rush and profiting from the resulting opening with a quick jab to the face. Or maybe instead of a jab, he could take advantage of the sure-to-be-hefty setup time to charge up an attack. Yeah, that would be the plan. Once Greifmon approached VictoryImpmon prepared to capitalize, hopping back and flashing the peace sign. A point-blank Victory Laser should stop this guy in his tracks!
Then instead of just swiping, Greifmon's arm suddenly exploded into energy and fired an arcing slash. Having just recovered from the hop back, VictoryImpmon's stance was too shaky to adapt in time. He tried to hop left but took too long to recover his balance, and the slash hit across the right side of his chest. He slid back, daintily putting a hand to his chest and confirming the wound's nature. It was as suspected; while he struck several great blows, it was Greifmon who had drawn first blood.
The fusion shook his head, pulling himself back into the game. Inside his head, two trains of thought were running parallel to one another. One claimed that they were being feinted, and that they needed to get serious fast. The other noted that, with how sudden the technique was, Greifmon almost seemed as surprised as they did. Either way, the two agreed that this situation had gotten a whole lot less predictable. Maybe this time, it would be best to let their opponent approach.
VictoryImpmon jumped up high, once more focusing the peace sign at Greifmon. His hand glowed blue for a second before firing a V-shaped laser in Greifmon's general direction. From there he waited, figuring it best to actually wait for Greifmon and react this time instead of charge on full speed ahead. |
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Post by Ikki on Oct 3, 2016 5:41:24 GMT
A smirk.
So, looks like he was starting to the hang of this.
Greifmon flexed his claws at the newfound energy. However he didn’t have much time to dwell on it. The now bleeding VictoryImpmon was in the air….was that the peace sign? Slightly confused he tilted his head. That is, until a v-shaped laser beam shot out straight for him! The momentary perplexity only gave him time to swing his other arm around, hoping that another energy blast or whatever it was from earlier would work to cancel it out.
Which it didn’t.
The second had been wasted and the attack hit full on. Oof. Wind was knocked from his lungs upon impact, teeth gritting from the enveloping pain that the laser inflicted. Searing. White. Hot. A lot worse than the fire balls. He coughed as he landed, gasping for air.
Ah.
This was pathetic. Was he really this weak?
Tasting the tinge of blood upon his tongue, he spat it out and rolled over onto his stomach, pushing himself up to his feet. Why couldn’t he just figure out how to his power? This mess wouldn’t have started if he could just produce results. No matter how hard he tried, Greifmon failed again and again. And when he was given the opportunity, it eluded him….Heh. Heh.
“Hahaha.” The digimon started to giggle to himself, holding his injured stomach with both arms. Perhaps this was what he needed. To push himself to the limit. “That all you got?” Greifmons head snapped up, his three eyes wide and glowing. Red thorn vines cracked the ground and plowed forth to the surface. They whipped towards VictoryImpmon as if they had a mind of their own, looking to snare him within the tangles.
“Hahaha!” It was an unrefined form of his ability. Something Greifmon had no control over. And something he didn’t care to try and direct to his whim. He dangerously smiled up at his opponent, deciding to go in for another charge- despite the energy vines slithering to catch some sort of pray. He paid no heed, dodging through them as they reached for his small form. Head on the digimon went straight for a punch.
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Oct 3, 2016 19:11:51 GMT
VictoryImpmon's earlier suspicions were confirmed. Judging by the way he just swiped, as if trying to call up an attack he no longer could use, Greifmon had no idea what he was doing. With the fusion having never even seen a Greifmon before today, that meant VictoryImpmon had no idea what he was doing either. He'd have no idea if Greifmon was calling up a bigger attack or simple swiping, and that meant he would have to play this incredibly carefully. At the same time, VictoryImpmon couldn't help but wonder what impact this had on Greifmon's motives. Part of him wanted to disregard it for the obvious reason of trying to kill babies, but part of him wondered if he couldn't reach out any. "Hey, are you okay?" he found himself asking, before shaking his head and putting his war face back on.
And then Greifmon started laughing. VictoryImpmon knew that was never a good sign, especially when done by a horrifying three-eyed wolfkid. He stepped back into a guarded stance, refusing to break eye contact from Greifmon. The other Digimon could strike at any second, using all sorts of dark power that neither combatant properly understood, and judging by the wicked smile on his face he was out for blood. To lose focus in this instant would be a critical mistake.
It was a pity, then, that VictoryImpmon had his focus aimed in the wrong direction. From below vines shot up around VictoryImpmon, leaving him completely surrounded. He tried to reach back, but they reached up to snare around his lower body. Once tightly wrapped they yanked VictoryImpmon back down to earth, leaving his lower body completely ensnared. Any attempt at moving lead to thorns digging sharply into his thighs and stomach, snapping his focus and impeding any attempts at escape. At the very least his focus on Greifmon prevented him from receiving the worst of the attack, ducking slightly to the side and blocking to nullify a good amount of the blow's force.
Unfortunately, as he did that another vine lashed up, grabbing his arm and attempting to yank it down as well. Now down the use of three limbs, VictoryImpmon was forced to fight an incredibly defensive battle. He feebly kept the other arm up, holding it out of the vines' reach to prevent him from becoming a complete sitting duck. It may have been an awful idea to attack in this state, but at least he could muster up some form of rudimentary defense.
"And why are you doing this?" |
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Post by Ikki on Oct 4, 2016 5:36:46 GMT
Those four words echoed loudly in his head. Those four little words that formed a question that shouldn’t even be plausible right now. They were in the middle of a brawl. And his opponent shouldn’t be worrying about Greifmon at all. Nope. Not one bit….Yet he was. The dark digimon stopped mid-launch of his next attack and eyed the way VictoryImpon struggled against the vines. Energy responded to the spirit users stampeding thoughts, loosening then tightening, in-sync to their masters inner-battle.
Are you okay?
No. Not at all.
His mouth clamped shut as those words almost left his tongue. Greifmons ears flattened and he growled lowly, claws clenching into fists as he fought himself. The vines reacted by stilling, quiet, and done with tearing the ground apart below their feet.
Why are you doing this?
The next question to fly from his opponents mouth. One that hit him like a rock.
“I-I don’t know.” Greifmon breathed. He couldn’t stop himself from speaking. It was like he needed to say something. Anything. Power hungry was another reason that came to mind. But it wasn’t a very good one. Look! Look at what he did! He was taking his anger out on others. His own short-comings out on the weak. Never. Never would the Ikki before have done this. In fact he had been proud in standing up for those who couldn’t themselves. The only reason why he always got into so many fights.
Things this time was horribly reversed….
But why do you care? Why should you care? Sweet whispering nothings that caressed the back of his mind.
You want to help your sister, don’t you? You want to become stronger.
This is the way to do it. The only way.
Greifmon began to shake his head, stepping back and away slowly from the no-longer trapped VictoryImpmon. The red vines faded on their own. No longer fueled by his anger nor hatred. But that didn’t mean it was over quite yet. The dark digimon faltered towards lashing out again. To just let it all out and let his instincts do the thinking for him. Wasn’t it that much easier? To just give in?
He was on edge, unsure, and fighting to get a grip. It didn’t help that a hostile opponent was still hovering nearby, possibly still looking to take him out. Any movement the other made would no doubt startle him. But he wasn’t paying any real attention. The flashes of memories of what he done these past months now overwhelming him in crashing guilt.
“Dammit!” Greifmon spun around, claws swiping at nothing as the black energy bursted forward and crashed into the side of the hill that protected this village. He had imagined all those tormenting- power hungry thoughts releasing from it. And yet it didn’t help. Not one bit.
He didn’t know what to do.... Dark thoughts kept grabbing and pulling him under the waves of a black ocean.
Ikki was being drowned out.
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Oct 4, 2016 16:34:27 GMT
Greifmon seemed just as perplexed about his purpose here as he did about his combat abilities. With just two questions he went from hungrily advancing on VictoryImpmon to inwardly retreating, lashing out at the nearby environment as the vines surrounding VictoryImpmon slowly withered away. The fusion watched, concerned. His two trains of thought continued to roll forward as VictoryImpmon remained silent.
We have to do something. I'm gonna talk to him.
And just drop your guard like that? Are you kidding me? He tried to pop that Digimon's head wide open. And we don't know anything about him, either. What if it's a trick?
Listen to him. I don't even think he knows what he is, let alone what he's doing. Maybe he doesn't know he's hurting them. Or thinks he's dreaming or something.
Bro, I love you, but that's the dumbest thing I've ever heard. Besides, remember the part where he was five seconds away from clawing our faces off?
Isaac, you know I'm tough enough to fight him off if it comes to that. He might catch me off guard, but that's a risk I'm willing to take. You didn't like it when Kouhei didn't give us a chance, right?
There was a name Isaac hadn't heard in a while.
Kouhei also tried to kill us! But then again, I guess he wasn't half bad either.
Okay. Fine. You win this one, but I'm gonna be hanging back to keep an eye out. And if he tries anything . . .
The two trains of thought diverged, and with it so did VictoryImpmon. The fusion glowed a bright white before popping, an Impmon and Veemon shot out in different directions. Isaac, now alone as Impmon, straightened up. He stretched out slightly as he regained his bearings. It had been incredibly long since he and Elliot fused, and the procedure was wuite disorienting from how out of practice he was. He elected not to keep his eyes off of Greifmon, clearly still suspicious of his intentions. Elliot may have been quick to forgive and forget, but Isaac needed more proof first.
Elliot remained Veemon for only a few precious seconds, enough time to confirmthat he was a Digimon before releasing his hold on his spirits. Just like that, where a Digimon once stood a human now did. Once degenerated back to normal, Elliot looked at Greifmon closely. He kept one hand up in a show of harmlessness, even if he needed to keep the other on his walking stick to balance out his bad leg.
"Its okay. We don't want to fight. I'm harmless now, anyway. We just want to talk.
Who are you?" |
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Post by Ikki on Oct 5, 2016 7:46:39 GMT
What?
Greifmon started at the sound behind him and swiveled into a defensive stance of heavy breathing and wild eyes. In time to see the fusion come undone right before him. Two digimon. VictoryImpmon had been two along. An Impon and a Veemon. Was that even possible? Apparently so. Looks like his time here had been that less productive than he thought.
Muscles tensed in preparation of the fight to come.
But he couldn’t have anticipated this.
The dark digimon nearly went slack jaw, a sharp intake of air hissing between his canine teeth. There. Right there. Veemon turned into a brown haired kid. A kid with a freakin' walking stick.
Rei.
He heaved an ear shattering roar. One of pain. Head bowed into claws, thoughts swarming like angry buzzing bee’s inside his mind. No. No. He had been fighting a kid. A kid. A human. Greifmon was human too, right? Yeah. A spirit user. Who was he to think he was the only one here? Who was to think children were involved in this world of monsters? And again. He had been fighting children. That was the part he couldn't get over.
“No, no, no.” What if that had been Rei?
The whispering had came to an abrupt stop. The only sound left was his own voice of conscious. This was just all too much. His knees hit the ground, head still shaking. How stupid he’s been. A complete utter fool. There was just so much confusion. Despair. Guilt.
"I'm so sorry. So sorry. Rei.” Greifmon kept his gaze to the dirt, head still in paws and still trying to comprehend the exact situation he was in. He had barely heard the words of the…other Spirit User, mind shuffling and struggling to perhaps produce an answer. At this point though…he just couldn’t.
Not after all that he had done.
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Oct 6, 2016 0:04:39 GMT
Elliot blinked at Greifmon's apology, trying to understand what he was talking about. Rei? Who was that? "Oh, no, my name's Elliot-"
"Come on, Elliot. He's obviously not talking about you." As much as Isaac loved his brother, he could be a little dense about picking up on people sometimes. Instead, Isaac tried to think of just who Greifmon was talking about. Either his actions had been disappointing someone very important to him, or Elliot was serving as a stark reminder to someone else. Whatever the case, there was one person at the center of all this, and their name was Rei.
Wait a second.
It wasn't a very strongly familiar name, but one Isaac could half remember. A name hastily exchanged at the Shibuya River, right before the FlaWizarmon who bore it fled. Briefly, Isaac's expression hardened as he remembered having to navigate a whole new world, alone and scared, to try and save his brother. He remembered being kidnapped by a tank, stuck in a new shared body, threatened by a dark knight, and forced to sneak around in a garbage can. Man, if it hadn't been such a tiring day for him, he would've probably remembered to carry around way more of a grudge! Now that he had been freshly reminded of it, his mind was already starting to make up for lost time.
And then he remembered the first person he met when the garbage can was taken off. Maia. If not for Rei, would he have even known her? He remembered the lives he helped save and protect, both human and Digimon. He remembered how it did wonders for him and his brother's confidence, even if it was paired with death-defying danger nine times out of ten. This whole crazy adventure had been an overall positive experience for the boys, and it wouldn't have happened if not for them bumping into Rei. Heck, things may have been hugely different if Rei didn't abandon them, either. FlaWizarmon could have easily fended off Kraktoof, the boys would have no reason to find their spirits, and they would have settled into a life as perfectly ordinary Japanese schoolchildren.
Maybe Isaac could let this one slide. But it seemed he finally had the chance to find some answers. While he kept his form shifted and his guard up, he seemed much more friendly toward Greifmon now.
"I think I know a Rei. Need a hand?" |
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Post by Ikki on Oct 6, 2016 4:03:10 GMT
Huh?!
Greifmon’s head snapped up so fast that one could just imagine the crack of whiplash that would have caused. He was on his feet, guard relaxed but trembling. The very picture of him was now small. Non-threatening. For all his huff and bark, Greifmon was still a baby in this world, despite his age. These kids were way better at this than him. That was for certain.
“How do you know her?” That was impossible. All despairing thoughts halted to a screech. His attention was entirely focused on the subject of his sister- which meant his eyes boring into the Impon for a moment. Searching. And this Elliot…..he strayed to take another look at him, taking a deep calming breath. Whatever trance he had been in. There was no trace of it left. It was almost as if he was back to normal. Almost. The guilt was unbearably still there. Yet he pushed that to the back of his mind for another day.
Another deep breath.
“Actually, wait.” Before they went any further, he decided it would be best if he dropped this form entirely. Just in case whatever it was, wanted to go AWOLE once more. And he couldn’t let that happen. Not again. Not when these two were trying to help in spite of everything he’s done. Without another word, Greifmon sat back down, closing his eyes as he sighed the release of the spirit... Now where the dark digimon sat was the human, Ikki. He kept his gaze lowered and off to the side.
“The name’s Ikki.” His voice was deep but soft with shame. Oh yeah. He was defiantly feeling ashamed. The spirit user was older than these two. He was supposed to be the adult here! And dammit all to hell, he most certainly wasn’t one right now. Ikki remained slouched and defeated, keeping the appearance of someone smaller even though he most certainly wasn’t.
He gripped the digivice in hand tightly.
“How do you know my sister?” He asked once more, looking everywhere but Elliot. The kid reminded him way too much of Rei. Even the way he had acted when put his life on the line to reach out and help.
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Oct 7, 2016 1:51:50 GMT
"She?"
It was pretty clear that both parties were on shaky footing information-wise. Whoever Greifmon was talking about, Isaac was pretty sure Rei was a wizard. And a dude. And, you know, a Digimon. That part was especially clear now that Isaac knew what Digimon were, and wasn't just interacting with some sort of wandering spirit. However, that didn't bring him much closer to cracking the case on who this Rei was, and what relation Ikki had to them. He stood, pondering for a bit, only for Ikki to suddenly change.
He was just like them, and he was saying Rei was just like them. Of course. Rei was a spirit user. It was the easiest way of explaining how a Digimon knew their way around Shibuya so well, especially with almost no supervision. Little bits and pieces started to come together, and Isaac realized the problem here could've been one of two things. Either Rei was lost, and Ikki had followed her into the Digital World, or Ikki was lost and needed a guide back home. Luckily, being guides to the Digital World was quickly becoming one of Elliot and Isaac's main specialties.
"We bumped into her right before heading here," Isaac explained. "Well, not really by choice. More like my bro got flung into the river and I wasn't going to just walk away without searching. Guess that place turned out to be a portal to this place, and that's how we ended up here. We've been exploring it ever since." He elected not to bring up Rei ditching them to Ikki. He was already kind of morose, and the last thing Isaac needed was to paint his sister in a bad light to make it worse.
Now that he figured Ikki wasn't hostile, he let out a sigh and released his Digivolution. A cocoon of light surrounded him, and soon he was back to his normal self. "There we go. Anyway, my name's Isaac, and that's my brother Elliot. Nice to meet you," he said, clearly relieved to be back in his normal body. These days Yasyamon was his minimum, so going Impmon almost required more active focus just to hold his power back. |
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Post by Ikki on Oct 8, 2016 6:26:24 GMT
He said sister, didn’t he? He was confused as to why the Impon was questioning her gender. It was blatantly obvious, and you would have to be quite the idiot to confuse her for a guy. And what had she been doing at the river?….wait. This wouldn’t happen to be the same river…..well of course! Whatever river could he be speaking about? Just as he was going to question him further, all thoughts flew out the window. There before him stood that same boy he tried to rescue a few months ago.
“You’re that kid! I jumped in after you!” Ikki comically pointed at Issac. No freakin’ way. So that trashy river was a portal leading here? Who would’ve thought. And who would’ve thought he would run into the same kid. Plus he must’ve just missed his sister by a minute or so. How strange fate was. Which brought up to question….Rei wouldn’t just leave them like that. Ikki didn’t see her at all, but he wasn’t really paying attention when he flew into the water. For all he knew, she could’ve been right there….and was now probably assuming….
Ikki groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose.
“I can’t believe this. She probably thinks I’m dead.” He paused, rubbing the back of his neck and looking up to the cloudy sky. “What a huge mess this is.” How was he going to explain to her?
Golden eyes lowered to gaze at the black and purple D-scanner, speculating. She would believe him- that he already knew. The problem was that Rei was going to ask what he had been doing all this time. Why he didn’t find his way back home right off the bat. That was something he was not looking forward to. She was going to be furious at him…and extremely disappointed. Even if it felt more like possession, like it wasn’t actually him, he knew what he was doing. What could he say that wouldn’t sound like an excuse? Nothing. Which begins the whole cycle again.
Out of his peripheral vision he noticed movement, slightly turning to catch the curious heads of small digimon slowly gathering around. The Yaamon from before stood out the most among them. The spirit user's expression flashed with guilt before turning into a cold stare and he looked away, getting to his feet. Ikki kept his back turned and stuffed hands into the pockets of his jeans, refusing to acknowledge their small audience. He knew he should apologize, but he felt like that would not suffice for the pain he caused them.
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