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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Jan 6, 2017 19:16:24 GMT
Isaac was stunned. Did Asher just squeak? Holy shit, Asher just squeaked. Yasyamon practically doubled over inside of the pool, drifting as he laughed. "I did not take you for the squeaking type, Asher," he said between laughs. "Oh man, forget me slipping. I wish I could've recorded that!" In Isaac's books, a bit of America's Funniest Home Videos style slipping being put up on Youtube would have been so worth making that squeak into Asher's new text tone. Ah, the beauty of modern technology.
The duo couldn't keep messing around, though. They had progress to make. Maybe its because he was feeling cocky, but Isaac dove beneath the waves and continued on to the smoky grey pool. By the time he resurfaced, pretty much every bit of his body was shivering. "T-t-t-the hell is this? L-l-l-liquid n-n-n-nitrogen?" he asked. One of the Vemmon proudly nodded at Isaac's question, leading to the boy groaning and immediately scrambling for the ledge. "Honestly, who b-b-b-built this place?" he demanded as he finally flopped back onto the surface, propping his chest up with his arms to make sure he wasn't laying on any traps.
Asher handled that just fine for him! Without watching where he was stepping, a raised floor panel slowly shifted under his feet. The Vemmon all started cheering as each pool began to churn, immediately grabbing for flotation devices and preparing for the fun. Isaac shot them quizzical looks, only to understand once he saw the pools start to rock back and forth.
Asher had hit the wave pool button.
"Oh god, we need to get out of here," he said, wrapping an arm around Asher's shoulders desperately. "Just making it clear, this isn't me messing with you. This is to protect you," he explained, stammering a little. One of his wooden arm guards was now at least protecting most of Asher's upper body, with his other arm guard protecting his own. He started slowly walking forward under the tide of splashes, liquids from all four nearby pools crashing down on the duo.
The grey one, as established earlier, was some really chilly liquid nitrogen, albeit more unpleasantly cold than unquestionably lethal. The inky black pool was just ink, slippery and icky feeling but thankfully nonlethal. The neon pink pool tasted overpoweringly sweet, to the point of burning the tongues of anyone it hit. Finally, the purple pool felt really heavy, and seemed to harden on anyone it touched like liquid concrete. All four of these liquids were splashing around in unpredictable patterns, all while Vemmon beeped happily and waved their hands in the air like they just couldn't care.
What an awful spa room!
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Post by Asher on Jan 24, 2017 2:13:08 GMT
The golden oni found it's face heating from a blush, letting out a huff. "I'm not the squeaking type!" No, it was totally Kinkakumon! Asher, squeak? Hardly! "I'm glad you couldn't record it. I swear you would drown before it made it to the light of day." Thankfully, this wouldn't need to be demonstrated, considering no recordings were made. The last thing Asher needed in his life was to hear that squeak ever again!
But, the embarrassment faded rather quickly when Isaac switched pools. Instead, the teen found himself snickering at Yasyamon's misfortune. Maybe it was a good thing that he hadn't stepped into any of the pools. "What, can't handle a little cold?" Only a little? Kinkakumon would probably feel like death in a vat of liquid nitrogen! Not that he was keen on testing that!
If only Asher had paid more attention to the floor, though. Stupid Isaac, distracting him like that! Or, was it the pools? Either way, the spirit user wasn't going to say it was his own fault! That would be madness! Feeling a tile shift under his foot, Asher pursed his lips together, an exasperated sound bubbling in the back of his throat. Why did this have to be their fate?
It was the teen's turn to freeze up at physical contact, though, as he tensed heavily. "Right," the actor tried to tease, "I think you just want to touch me." Of course he couldn't take this seriously at all! Wave pools, stupid aliens, and way too much alone time with Isaac? Asher was more than ready to just go home and pass out for a few days.
"I can handle myself, you know," he huffed, feeling a chill of the liquid nitrogen splashing across them. Why did Asher have to be the one to trigger this stupid 'trap'? It just furthered the thought of his own uselessness! Could the teen do anything right?
This thought was only furthered by yet another misstep. Inky liquid slipped between feet and tile, giving Asher the perfect chance to show off just how ungraceful he could truly be. Another squeak surfaced while arms wrapped around Yasyamon's body, to keep his balance. "I take back what I've said before. I really hate you now," the spirit user grumbled, clinging to his coworker. Why was Isaac around when dumb things were happening? This kid was just bad luck!
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Jan 27, 2017 7:24:01 GMT
"Murdering me to hide the evidence?" Isaac asked, grinning a little. "Come on, that's just too typical. The cops'd wonder where I went, find me clutching the tape to my chest, and use it to nail you as the perp in no time." Wait. That didn't come out quite right. "The . . . Digi . . . Cops. Yeah. The Digi-Cops," he said, laughing a little in disbelief at the ridiculous words that just came out of his mouth. Not a lick of that made sense, did it? "You know, maybe I could try getting a start in a crime drama or something. I mean, it wouldn't be too bad, right? I'd just have to play dead and look cute enough that people feel bad about it." Well, that'd be one way to start his career!
Of course Asher would be teasing at a time like this, though. "Hmm . . . well, if that's what you'd like," he said, voice mockingly thoughtful. After saying such a cryptic statement, he quickly dropped his arm just in time for a gush of ink to splash towards the group. He was still well-protected on his own side, of course, but Kinkakumon would be much less lucky.
Then again, did Asher even need help to be unlucky? He slipped, almost fell, and clung tightly to Isaac to avoid further slipping. Isaac couldn't help but laugh a little, putting the protective arm guard back between him and Asher. "I dunno. You seem like you're trying to handle me way more than yourself," he responded, still relishing in his chance to have the upper hand in one of these exchanges. Sure, the equilibrium would probably shift the second he went back to work, but this was too good of a chance to pass up. Nevertheless, awkward slipping would soon come to an end. The end of the wave pool was right in sight.
"If that map was any indication, it shouldn't be much further now," Isaac said. "And with all those liquids sloshing around, that alien enforcer's gotta be having a hard time following us. Think we've earned a bit of time to catch our breath?" The question was mostly rhetorical. A large purple door stood at the other side of the hall, tantalizingly close. It was clear even with his offer of rest, Isaac was eager to finally get out of here.
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Post by Asher on Jan 27, 2017 7:46:20 GMT
"I'll pay them off," the teen suggested, deviously. "I mean, that's what they do in the movies, right?" That just felt like a suiting response! Though, would Digi-Cops want money? Or even care? Heck, did they even exist? This world seemed mostly unruly, so he couldn't imagine there were many police around! "I mean, I'm sure you'd make a great dead person. Should we test it in real life, first?" Of course, there was a pause, and a slightly more realistic response, "you can start out as a dead guy if you want. Or try commercials. Just don't do anything to get in those stupid paparazzi magazines. They make enough stuff up, as is."
Ugh, really Isaac? This kid picked the worst time to stop keeping Asher safe! Not that ink was really all that dangerous, but still! "I mean, hey," Kinkakumon tried to joke at his own expense, "at least I'm handling something?" If Isaac ever reminded him of any of this, though? He would be handling every awful customer in the cafe! Because Asher would kindly recommend him to all of them!
Regaining his footing, the oni continued to carefully make his way toward the exit. Just remember, this day could always be worse. Be grateful! It could be so much worse! Somehow.
Asher kept close to Isaac, hoping not to repeat any falling in the near future. After all, they were almost out of the wave pool! But, rhetorical or not, the teen found himself uttering, "no," immediately. He didn't want to take a breather at all! It would be ideal to just go home!
"Do you think Elliot's worried about you?"
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Jan 27, 2017 7:59:58 GMT
"I mean, you could if you wanted," Isaac said, shrugging. "But I'm pretty sure Elliot would never forgive you for that. You don't want to break his fragile little heart, do you? Although then again, with how good he's been getting at using his spirits, I don't think he's the one I'd have to worry about finding broken . . ." Asher was a witness to Elliot taking on a powerful oni chieftain in an arm wrestling contest, and that wasn't even Elliot's final form. If the boy was pushed hard enough to reach his full potential, the sicko responsible would be in for one hell of a rude awakening.
Still, as was typical for the two now that the vitriol settled, taunts and barbs were laced with some good advice. "Something tells me I sneeze too loud and I end up on those rags," Isaac muttered, thinking about all of the hilariously inconsequential headlines he'd passed in supermarkets all over California. "Don't worry, though. I'm a careful guy. Mostly. I'll just have to keep my bro away from any microphones and cameras to make sure he doesn't spill any of my beans, and it'll be a-okay. How'd you used to handle it, if I can ask?"
That'd be a brief conversation, though, because the escape train wasn't stopping anytime soon. "Good. I was hoping you'd say that," Isaac responded, confidently striding forward and tapping the door. Interestingly enough it slid right open, not even taking the time to recognize authorization. Maybe a more cautious person would find that unsettling, but Isaac wasn't about to look a gift door in the keyhole. Instead he sped forward, immediately running into a round purple room.
The room seemed fairly ordinary. Circular indentations were present on the floor and sealing, giving an almost donut-like impression to the room, and a series of narrow, circular tunnels seemed to lead all around the obelisk. In particular, Isaac pointed to one with a green, eye-like symbol over it. "That's it! That's the one they took me to!" Isaac shouted. Immediately he made a break for the door, practically diving headfirst towards his chance at freedom.
CLONK! A steel door slammed shut, closing off the tunnel and causing Isaac to hit his head. The purple room turned into a red one as emergency lights flickered on, klaxons blaring their obnoxious tone. Light footsteps could faintly be heard approaching, steadily picking up in volume. Isaac ran from tunnel to tunnel, trying to check each and every one, but they all slammed shut as he approached. "I am seriously sick of walls by now!" he shouted, exasperated. Each door closing was another chance at freedom escaping, and with tunnels lining the walls en masse who knew how many would end up shutting in Isaac's face? "Got any ideas?"
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Post by Asher on Jan 28, 2017 5:55:58 GMT
The idea of an angered Elliot really didn't sit well with Asher. Not that he'd consider himself a murderer, either way. "I could just try to convince him that it wasn't me. I mean, we're in a weird world with a bunch of crazy monsters. And I'm an actor. It wouldn't be that hard to lie to him," while it seemed like a solid enough plan, the almost uneasy tone that the teen took on implied that he wasn't particularly fond of the idea of lying to, or upsetting, Elliot.
After all, that was why he was wandering around, alone, anyway, wasn't it? Because Asher couldn't face an upset boy. Ugh. Pitiful.
But, at least it seemed like the two older brothers were getting along decently. For now. Was Isaac seriously considering an acting career, though? For real? "I still try not to look at any of those things," Asher shrugged, with a hum. Anyone with a bit of intelligence knew better than to read any article about themselves, unless they had directly given an interview! And, even then it could be a gamble! "Don't search your name online once you end up on one of those magazines, either." Talk about a bad time!
With a potential exit in sight, Kinkakumon began toward the door, hesitating at how easily it opened for Isaac. Should he be concerned? Normally, Asher probably would find this way too easy! It was like a trap in a movie! But, Isaac really didn't seem to be worried about it. This kid knew way about this world than Asher did, after all. So, the spirit user simply followed through the door, looking over the room.
Okay, this still screamed trap.
And, then there was literal screaming from the alarm. First, though, Asher had to address the best part of all of this. Isaac hitting his head. "Graceful," the older teen snickered, watching the horrible failure at work. "You think I have any ideas? Ever?" He pointed out, trying not to make too much fun of the Yasyamon. "I'm guessing these ones can't be broken through, either?" What would be a good solution? Surely, the doors would snap closed no matter how quickly they moved, right? "Do you have any other spirits that would be more useful for this kind of thing?" What kind of thing? Being trapped in a room? Most Digimon probably weren't properly equipped for escaping this kind of scenario!
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Jan 30, 2017 5:21:04 GMT
"Sounds like it'd be harder lying to him than killing me," Isaac pointed out, immediately pouncing on the insecurity in Asher's voice. Why did he have to be so darn good at reading the atmosphere in the room? "But hey, that's okay, right? Not like we can wear our masks all the time. Gets tiring keeping them up for so long, especially when you're with people you care about."
Isaac paused, grinning briefly as he reminisced. "It can be fun putting the masks on, though. Like when my bro and I were investigating some rumors in a nearby graveyard, and I was so gonna put on this goofy monster mask and jump out of the bushes to scare him. Then some jerk ghost Digimon intervened, trying to eat this Digi-Egg. So instead of spooking my bro, I decided to haunt him instead. Turned out some Digimon are pretty darn scared of humans." He sighed fondly. Even when constantly rushing from door to door, it was easy to get caught up in the good times. "So, yeah. You could say I haunted a ghost. No big deal, really," he finished, a cocky tone in his voice.
That easy tone became a lot harder to keep after the third closed door. It was near impossible after the fifth. "Heck if I know!" he shouted as a sixth slammed shut before him. "I mean, its worth a shot. Your form's probably way tougher than mine, anyway." Yasyamon was quick and precise, like a scalpel. Kinkakumon was like a sledgehammer made of school buses. Asher was really the one best suited for this kind of situation. "But you know as well as I do I've got some forms packed away for this kind of situation. 'Cause . . ."
As the klaxons grew louder and the footsteps grew closer, fire wreathed around the Yasyamon's clenched fist. Soon Isaac was completely consumed in flames, steely glance focused on the hallway. Once enough time had passed green hellfire launched from the front of the flaming pile, causing a group of approaching Vemmon to immediately run for cover.
As the flame passed, Isaac was visible in Devidramon form. Green hellfire poured from his mouth, hopefully buying Asher time. "Then I turn into a freaking dragon!" he reminded, a proud grin on his face.
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Post by Asher on Jan 30, 2017 6:08:00 GMT
Of course Isaac would prod at anything that could be deemed a weakness. If the irritating Asher gave him one, surely it would be taken immediately. Even with it not sounding like a rude comment, the Kinkakumon found itself tensing. Lips parted to snap, "I don't care about--!" Realizing the defensive tone that he was taking up, it was quick to cut off and turn into a mumbled, "--anyone. I don't care about anyone." It was almost like the teen had to repeat it a second time, convincing himself of a lie that was wrapped tightly around his throat.
Needing a moment where he didn't talk, the spirit user listened to the Yasyamon's story. How did anything trigger that memory? How odd. Either way, it seemed something that Isaac was proud of. "No chance you can scare the Digimon here, instead, huh?" Asher suggested, almost dully. Why was Isaac's first response to make every door possible close? If running at the first three didn't work, it wasn't going to for the next four. Talk about stupidly determined!
"Well, I don't know how any of this works," the oni was quick to retort, "you're more experienced at this, shouldn't that mean that you're stronger?" Apparently not. "I barely know how to use this body." Walking toward one of the closed doors, the golden monster shifted the bat in his hand. Okay, there had to be some sort of attack with a bat, right? Or was it all for show? This entire Digimon thing seemed utterly ridiculous, especially his own form. It wouldn't surprise him if Kinkakumon just carried around a bat because 'it looked cute' or something.
For a few moments, the teen would try to ignore Isaac turning into his unsettling dragon form. As long as he kept all those gross eyes closed this time. "You're really proud of that outfit, aren't you?" Maybe, Isaac should have been the dragon in Elliot's story. Ah well. He really needed to focus on thinking of how to get out of here.
It would be really embarrassing if Asher was totally useless in all of this, wouldn't it? In front of Isaac, of all people. And, surely, if Asher tried to do anything to keep the weird alien-monsters at bay, he'd only get in Isaac's way. Fingers tightened around the bat, as the teen took a deep breath. At least he knew how to swing a bat. This was easy enough. But, the entire time, he found himself stuck in the same thought of: Don't be stupid, don't be stupid don't be--
Explosive Funeral.
The tone chimed in his head, feminine, and as if recalling a memory of some sort. But, it was gone as quickly as it sounded. The sound of the bat hitting the wall, followed with some sort of explosion, immediately erased whatever thoughts Asher could have had to assess the random piece of information.
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Jan 30, 2017 6:21:41 GMT
"Hey, relax. Its fine if you care about my bro. I mean, he's really hard not to care about," Isaac remarked. He remembered countless times where they had a spat, he huffed, and he tried ignoring Elliot. The first teary-eyed apology always ended up getting Isaac to break the vow of silence, no matter how much he tried resisting. "But even then, I doubt that's true. I mean, there's your sister, right? I'd be pretty shocked if you took all those elbows to the gut for her without even caring about her." Normally this would all be very sweet, but Isaac's advice was likely much harder to take seriously when he was currently barfing hellfire out between every few words.
At Asher's confusion, Isaac shrugged his massive dragon shoulders. "Its all about the purpose of the form, anyway," Isaac said. "Yasyamon's way more about agility than strength. Meanwhile, my bro's Strikedramon form is basically made of muscle. So he would've had way more luck than me pushing through these doors. Meanwhile, Devidramon here's all about-" Oh boy, another gout of perfectly-timed hellfire! "-firepower."
At being asked if he was proud of Devidramon, he grinned widely. "Oh, incredibly," he said, stretching slightly to show the gracefulness of this form. "Hell, if I wouldn't be locked up for it, I'd probably use it to beat the commute. Flying kicks the train's ass any day of the week."
And bats kick doors' asses. Asher's Explosive Funeral turned those shuttered doors into shattered doors, fragments of alien metal bouncing through the hallway. The hallway itself seemed to be the same sort of glass tube Asher passed during his initial abduction. That had to be a sign they were going in the right direction, right? The Gotsumon repair crew sure seemed to agree, judging by them fleeing as far from Asher as possible.
Unfortunately, though, Asher wouldn't be entirely covered by Isaac's firepower. While Gotsumon and Vemmon went running from his blasts of flame, Snatchmon proved a bit too agile. It vaulted over Isaac's shoulder, firing a barrage of plasma blasts right at Asher's back. It continued shouting in its garbled, alien tongue, seemingly demanding that Asher freeze right there.
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Post by Asher on Jan 30, 2017 7:02:39 GMT
Why did Elliot have to be such a likable kid, anyway? It was really frustrating. The teen felt like he was choking at the thought of admitting that he cared about anyone. Even with Piper, it was hard to state. Luckily, his sister was fully aware of that. "I'm sorry, but I just can't take anything you say seriously right now," Asher joked, trying to skirt out of the conversation about feelings. Ew. Feelings. Is this what five year old children cringed from, and called 'cooties'? Because he could totally see why they wouldn't want to have them!
"Purpose of the form," the spirit user echoed in an almost irritated tone. "Sounds like a hassle. Can't they all just be, I don't know, multipurpose or something?" Good thing there weren't any classes on Digimon in school. Asher would be at a loss! Then again, it had to be more interesting than history or science. Or math. Or.. Okay, just about any class was boring, unless it involved being hands on or taking a nap.
The thought of Digimon forms being used in lieu of regular transit did seem a lot more appealing, though. If only it was something acceptable in the human world! Cars, trains, and planes would be pretty useless. "I bet you'd just use it to give Elliot and your girlfriend a ride to school everyday, or something," he teased, trying to think of any other place Isaac would really want to fly to. Then again, depending on his stamina, it could make for great ways to get to vacation spots.
"Oh, uh! Huh," the actor stammered, a little surprised at the effectiveness of the attack. Well! That was one way of handling it! But he felt kind of bad for the distressed Gotsumon. After all, it wasn't like he wanted to scare anyone.
Except, maybe, Snatchmon. He would definitely want to scare that stupid monster, after feeling several blasts connecting with skin and cape. Shuddering at the surprise, the oni shifted to look at Snatchmon, lifting hands up in a forfeiting stance. As luck would have it, it seemed that the Digimon's 'armor' had managed to lessen the damage that Asher should have taken. Of course, that didn't mean it didn't smart like hell. "I, uh! Really don't understand what you're saying," the spirit user started, as a dark mist began to creep across his form. "Not that I really care, or anything," he was quick to add, as feathers swirled outward, only dissipating once Yatagaramon had taken form.
Wings spread as a warning toward the Snatchmon, though rather than attacking, the crow hummed to Isaac, "remember where the door is. Can all those eyes see in the dark?" Not that there was much time to let any of that sink in, in hopes of avoiding Snatchmon catching on. Wings shrugged, as feathers spread from the Digimon's body, spraying out and turning into the thick, black haze of Blackout. Still, Asher only inched toward the exit, and away from his prior position that Snatchmon had been firing at, waiting to see if Isaac would, or even could, follow.
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Jan 31, 2017 4:16:56 GMT
"Suuuuure." Isaac wasn't going to press. That didn't mean Isaac wasn't going to simultaneously make it abundantly clear how much he saw through Asher's facade. For an actor, the guy had been slipping up a lot lately. It was almost as if something about Isaac left Asher's weaknesses wide open. Then again, considering Elliot thought he was the picture of cool confidence, it was clear only one of the brothers was avoiding being fooled here. Still, Asher was allowed to scoot out of the conversation unprodded, especially because the duo had way more important stuff to deal with right now.
Like trying to tease Isaac about his preferred form of transit. "Well, duh," Isaac said. "I got wings? I use wings. Not for Maia, though. She doesn't really like heights, and really doesn't like flying. Elliot would probably take advantage of it like crazy, though. You know, obvious reasons." Elliot may also take advantage of his own forms for said obvious reasons. Having a functional leg after so long was a game-changer, and while Elliot was much less liberal about his forms than Isaac the boy still clearly loved using them.
Speaking of things Isaac loved using, if his eyespots weren't open before, Asher's sudden transformation made them do so. "What the crap, already?" he asked, wondering how Asher had gotten so strong so quickly. It may not have had the same powerful feeling as a full-fledged Ultimate, but it had taken Isaac a long time to find his equivalent form! His ability to call bullshit was hampered by the fact that he was suddenly coated in a thick, black fog, however. While his red eyespots helped him peer through the gaze,it certainly wasn't the most precise form of vision. He practically slithered after Asher, trying to navigate his way around the room.
Snatchmon caught on somewhat quickly, but once again his subordinates were proving to be the death of him. Right when he got a flare lit up a Vemmon bumped into him, sending the flare clattering to the floor. Snatchmon furiously backhanded it away, but soon found itself practically swarmed by lost, confused Vemmon. It impotently shook its fist in what it assumed to be Asher's general direction, even as Vemmon desperately chattered in its ear for direction and orders.
Isaac was right behind Asher. "Okay, I gotta give you credit for that one. Really smooth move," he said, grinning.
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Post by Asher on Feb 1, 2017 7:44:37 GMT
"What was that? Can't hear you through the, uh," the teen paused to grimace, emphasizing his act, "whatever it is that you're doing." What did it feel like to breath, uh, green fire? It didn't look comfortable. Maybe Asher was glad that he couldn't turn into a stupid dragon with a billion eyes.
Listening to Isaac talk so casually during the mess of happenings was certainly interesting. Maybe a wake up call, even? After all, they were at risk of being captured again, and this kid could just talk openly while doing whatever he needed to? Was that admirable? Or just stupid? "Who's Maia?" Asher found himself asking, having failed to either pay attention to the subject enough, or totally forgetting the millions of times that one of the brothers had mentioned her. Though, it seemed to click after a second, "wait, no, never mind, I remember," he shook his head. Do not make it sound like you don't pay attention when people talk, Asher! "I was distracted."
It seemed like a valid excuse. After all, being shot at and turning into a large bird were pretty good reasons to lose focus on the conversation.
Still, the crow leaned back slightly, with an ever-so-curious tone, "'already,' what?" Ugh. The bird even sounded feminine! "You were talking-up having wings so much, I figured I needed them, too," the Yatagaramon chimed. Of course, this wasn't true at all. But, it fit for the conversation better. Getting lost in the woods certainly was a less interesting explanation, after all!
As soon as Asher knew that the other boy was following, he continued through the path that had become available. Not that he knew where they were going, but nobody could really complain as long as it was going to help getting them out of here, right? "Hey, not all of my ideas are bad," the crow clicked, somewhat proud that this had worked out so far.
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Feb 1, 2017 22:46:26 GMT
"What I'm doing-" BLAAAARP! "-is making sure-" BLEEEURGH! "-we don't get 50 of those little guys on our asses!" Surely enough, with the green flame constantly snaking in unpredictable directions, it was really hard for any of the Vemmon to catch up. Even Snatchmon was finding himself having trouble now, agilely jumping around the flames but never quite finding the time to catch up with Isaac. Even though the Devidramon's pace was slowed by having to crawl backwards, his covering fire was doing a great job of ensuring the duo kept their solid head start.
"The one you said was too cute for me, remember?" Isaac asked dryly. Maybe pairing it with an insult to Isaac would help jog Asher's memory, eh? Then again, it wasn't like Asher was wrong. Maia was cute. Really, really cute. Even now that their relationship was going on for a good, long while, Isaac was still kind of stunned he had the luck to catch her eye. "Boy am I glad time goes slower in here, you know? I bet she'd be worried sick about me by now if it wasn't for this being, like, 3 and a half hours at most." Wait, did Isaac basically just say he was here for a little over a whole day?
Then again, a whole day was probably how long it'd take Asher to get his new spirits at this rate! "Its just a surprise from someone who didn't even want anything to do with the Digital World beforehand," Isaac said, shrugging a little. "Not a bad surprise, though. I'm glad to see you're at least getting a little bit comfortable with this." That said, if Asher surpassed Isaac any time soon, Isaac was gonna have to remind him who was boss around here. Or maybe just, like, gripe about it a little. That was probably much more likely.
He had to admit that Asher had some good ideas in his head, though. But were good ideas the only thing in his head right now? "How curious," a voice boomed, only in Asher's ears. "To think the two of you have formed a truce for the time being. A pity. Things seemed so interesting in the socialization chamber until you two decided to kick up that fuss.
Are you sure you want to leave your life in his hands?"
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Post by Asher on Feb 2, 2017 1:28:27 GMT
"Oh yeah," the crow clicked, "she's way too cute for you." Would that prod any insecurities of Isaac's? Maybe. Or, the younger teen would be too focused on the thought of his girlfriend's appearance. Was it nice to have someone able to worry about them? "Does she know you're in an alternate world, currently?" While Elliot had slipped that Maia was keen on the whole Digimon thing, Asher had to at least pretend he wasn't entirely sure about all of that. And, it was an honest question, anyway! The teen had no way of knowing if Isaac told his girlfriend whenever he went off to a world full of monsters!
Yatagaramon shrugged it's wings, continuing the attempted escape. "Needed to clear my mind. Where better, than a place where time isn't important?" Well. Time was important here, too. It was more a matter of less important things. Asher could spread out 'one hour before work' to a significantly longer time for reflecting when here. Luckily, today wasn't one of those days of taking a trip before he had to be somewhere else, because who-knew how long he'd actually been wandering the Digital World today! The teen wasn't going to add the part where he wanted to get stronger than Isaac. That was just rude, wasn't it?
And, that would imply that Asher was fully aware that he wasn't as capable as his younger coworker.
But, the spirit user found himself slowing as a voice interrupted whatever thoughts he may have been trying to sort through. Eyes shifted to look toward Isaac, trying to establish if the dragon had heard anything as well. Though, it seemed pretty well directed at Asher, himself. "Why not?" The teen found himself mumbling, trying to scan the area to see how anything could be talking to him.
Oh, please tell Asher that he wasn't just going crazy. This wasn't the same voice as his usual insecurities. What reason would Asher have to not trust Isaac? The spirit user was fully capable of keeping himself safe, thank you very much! He didn't need to place his life in the hands of others.
"Hey, Isaac," the crow hummed, throwing another glance to his temporary ally. Was it truly temporary? Well, nothing was permanent. "How are you feeling?" Weird question to ask, but whatever. Asher needed to try to keep himself out of his own head. That was how to silence doubts, right?
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Feb 2, 2017 6:44:44 GMT
"Don't gotta tell me twice," Isaac said, grinning proudly. "Then again, I'm pretty sure she's too cute for anyone. Especially the way she laughs . . . " Thankfully, a bolt of plasma whizzing past Isaac's ear reminded him to focus, returning fire with a cloud of dark mist that blended in perfectly with Asher's own cloudy attack. Snatchmon found itself chilled to the bone, quickly backing away before steeling its nerve and trying to charge through the attack.
"I mean, I'm gonna tell her where I'm going," Isaac added, confident that Snatchmon would be a little bit less hot on their trail now. "This place is dangerous, after all. And she deserves to know what I'm up to, especially if it'd involve me getting hurt. Usually always come back on time, though, so I'm hoping I'm not . . . too far off of the mark." Somehow, Isaac managed to skate around that question without ever mentioning the idea of Maia participating in the Digital World. He handled it far more gracefully than Elliot did, all things considered.
Then again, Asher was also good at dodging his true reasons for things. "Its really freeing, isn't it?" Isaac asked. "Messes up your sleep schedule something awful, though, so I wouldn't recommend too many hours at a time. I think, like, 3 at once is the sweet spot. Speaking of, guess what I'm gonna be doing once I get back?" If one listened closely, beyond all the scrappy draconic tones in his voice, Isaac sounded really damn tired.
Did Asher notice? "Okay, you got me. I'm getting exhausted. But other than that, I'm feeling fine. Why? Think there's some kinda trap ahead?"
"As predicted, he doesn't even notice," the voice mused, a strangely regal tone enveloping it. "As for why not? Well, for the same reasons as always. If push comes to shove, and only one of you can escape, do you really think he'll wait for you? He's a wild one. Impulsive. Dare I say, cutthroat? And with a brother and a girlfriend relying on him, too. Surely he holds their happiness in higher regard than yours, does he not? Especially about those awful, awful things you said to him, and all the awful, awful things he said in return.
Its interesting. How you analog beings are so quick to greet each other, a dove in one hand and a dagger in the other."
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