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Ashers to Ashers, Dust to Dust (Gee I wonder who this is)
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Post by Asher on Feb 2, 2017 7:49:05 GMT
Halfheartedly listening to Isaac's talk about his girlfriend, the teen barely even noticed either Snatchmon's attack, or Isaac's response to it. By now, the Blackout's affect was dissipating, and Asher was struggling to focus between the words in his head and his surroundings. Oh, come on, he thought that he had learned how to work through internalizing too much. But, this negative voice was persistent, wasn't it?
"What will happen if you don't come back?" Yatagaramon inquired. The bird's speech seemed more calculated than Kinkakumon's, almost as if it wanted to fix the spirit user's speech patterns before they could tarnish the crow's image. It likely wouldn't be particularly effective, but a beast like this cared about it's appearance, darn it! And, verbal was just as important as physical! It was hard for the original host to fully sway it's body's speech, though, when Asher was in control of it.
But not in as much control when it came to his head. For the moment, the teen found himself biting his tongue. Would Isaac hear if he talked to himself too much? This wasn't healthy. Just keep talking to the physical person in the room. Everything will be okay. "Karin suggested sleeping in the Digital World, I think," the spirit user tried to recall. That felt like so long ago, suddenly. It really hadn't been though, had it? Asher could definitely use a nap after all this stress.
Would it come down to one or the other being able to leave this place, though? What if that happened? Isaac certainly didn't seem the type to leave someone alone. Hadn't they gone through this before? Curse having a poor memory when mentally distressed!
The voice was couldn't possibly be his own doubts, though. If it was, it wouldn't have thought this way. It would have sought a better insecurity. The teen's actual demons would have known how to get under Asher's skin in a far more efficient manner. "Thinking on it," the bird began, trying to pull back to the thought of Isaac notifying Maia of his absences. But, who would know, or even care, if Asher was gone? "If something ever does happen to me, do you think you could, I don't know." This request seemed more awkward than anything. An unpleasant taste was left on Asher's tongue as he searched for suiting words. He wanted to stall, indefinitely. But, that likely wasn't an option. "Let Piper know what happened?" Perhaps, that was his answer to the negative thoughts that filled his head. Would Asher want to impede on someone who deserved a proper life? Or, was he waiting to see what Isaac's response would be to such a question?
"Doves in both hands," the spirit user quietly disagreed, trying to shake off his heavy request. Was it in reference to himself? Or Isaac? Maybe, just in general? No. Impossible, to the final option. But, Isaac and Asher were very similar, weren't they? Would they feel the same in that regard?
He needed to stay out of his head. Try not to think too much on it, and focus on responding to the person who was actually there. The voice wasn't his spirit. It couldn't be. "I'm not sure," the teen hesitated. Asher couldn't honestly tell Isaac that he was hearing voices, right? At the same time, he couldn't deny that this voice wasn't something safe to keep to himself. It could be a serious issue! Could it constitute as a trap, though? "I feel like I might already be in one."
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Feb 3, 2017 22:23:54 GMT
"Why would I ever not come back?" Isaac asked, confused by the mere thought. "I mean, I'd have a little brother that would have to fend for himself. I'd have a girlfriend who'd miss me dearly. I'd miss them a ton. I'd be way behind on my studies. You'd probably have to fire me for missing a ton of days of work. And there'd be so many awkward questions if I came back and had to explain myself. So I can't say anything good would come out of it." That was a surprisingly measured and thoughtful response for someone crawling through the secret doors of a terrifying alien monolith, and yet Isaac was just a surprisingly thoughtful person.
At mention of sleeping in the Digital World, Isaac shot Asher a confused look. "I mean, its not a bad idea," he started, wondering how the thought never came to mind before. "And you'd only really be gone an hour longer than usual, right? Its probably better for my sleep schedule than trying to power through it all, too. Maybe I'll give it a shot sometime." Truth be told, Isaac really wasn't sure he wanted to get into the habit of falling asleep in strange worlds. Especially such dangerous ones. It'd really help him with his terrible sleeping, though.
Elliot needed it as is, though. A light sleeper like him had to be fully drained before passing out.
Isaac's face changed as soon as Asher mentioned not making it out. "Oh no. You're not pulling that one on me," Isaac said. "We're getting you out of here, y'hear? Even if I gotta tear this place down to make it happen." Isaac would never let an innocent get hurt in the Digital World on his watch. Even with his shockingly fast gain of power, Asher still counted as one in his books. "Why do you ask? Everything okay? "
The mysterious voice fell eerily silent. While it was hard to see in the darkness, if Asher looked closely he would notice a faint green glow. And this light at the end of the tunnel did not seem too friendly.
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Post by Asher on Feb 4, 2017 2:54:04 GMT
The entire concept of legitimately being unable to return from this world seemed to escape Isaac entirely. And, the more the kid talked, the less Asher was willing to burst that bubble. "Are you seriously thinking about work right now?" Asher snickered, trying to find something from the statement to prod at. "I swear, that's the most ridiculous reason to want to go home. Ever." Who cared about getting fired for missing too many days, if they had better alternatives anyway? The Digital World seemed like a pretty decent alternative, at that.
But, had nobody else really thought about taking naps in the Digital World to preserve time in the human world? Weird. Karin was really onto something, and nobody had a clue! "You mean you've never tried to sleep here?"[/color] Then again, how many people that wanted to live a human life would want to sleep in a different world? There were surely other reasons why people didn't consider it -- or maybe most people did, and Isaac was just the last to figure it out. Who knew. Asher wasn't going to ponder on it much further.
Especially now that he realized that the voice in his head had vanished. Odd. Where had it gone? "Oh! I just figured I'd make sure," the crow shrugged. "I mean, Piper has no idea where I am right now." That was still frustrating. The teen hated keeping secrets from his sister. "And, if something happens, best to have a plan, right?" That felt off-character, didn't it? It didn't even taste right, falling from Asher's tongue. He didn't want to come off as thoughtful! Or morbid, for that matter! "We're definitely going to be fine, though."
What a lie.
Eyes shifted onto the path in front of them, searching for something to say or react to. Like the -- what was that? -- Green? How weird. Glowing green didn't seem like outside at all, did it? It had to be a trick on the young man's eyes. "Where do you think this leads to, anyway?"
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Feb 6, 2017 5:05:55 GMT
Isaac looked quite incredulous in the face of Asher's incredulity. "Why wouldn't I?" he asked, his many eyespots blinking at once in confusion. "Its important, right? I'm not gonna lose it just because of a bunch of jackass aliens." Maybe Isaac had his priorities in order. Maybe he had them flagrantly out of order. Whatever the case, once he set priorities they were very set in his ways. "And hey, lets be fair. That's maybe, like, fourth on my top 5 list of reasons to go back home. God, do I look like a workaholic to you? Leave that to my bro, not me," he added. The same workaholism that lead to Elliot staying up late at night devising dumb, dumb training routines for Asher's sake must have materialized quite often elsewhere.
"I mean, I've tried," Isaac commented as Asher pointed out sleeping. "There was one day I had to, when the traffic from the Digital World was just too awful to deal with. Trailmon were having a birthday party, and nobody could get out of Terminus. It was awful. But even if I do it when I need to, I try not to make a habit out of it. Seems like a bad idea, at least in my eyes." Honestly, more shocking to Isaac was why people would want to do it, not that people did it at all.
Then again, whereas Isaac was laser-focused on keeping his lives separate, Asher seemed to be planning for when they caused trouble with each other. "Smart idea," Isaac remarked. "Always good to have a backup. You're not gonna need one, but at the same time its never a good idea to just charge in blindly." Hypocrisy much, Isaac? "But don't worry. If anything does happen, I'll make sure to break the news gently. After avenging the crap out of you, of course."
Isaac was answering a lot of questions today. The last, however, was answered by someone quite different. "This leads to my domain, through which lies your domain. A pity to break it to you this way, but you still have one more trial before you, until which I simply may not let you leave. Oh, but worry not. I will treat you far more hospitably than my vanguard has. He can be . . . temperamental."
As if on cue, a bolt of plasma zoomed past Asher's head, Snatchmon cursing his aim.
"As you have witnessed. Anyway, do approach when ready. It has been a while since our subjects have been as interesting as yourselves."
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Post by Asher on Feb 6, 2017 6:38:24 GMT
Isaac really had the worst priorities. "Work is seriously, like, the last thing I worry about." Then again, maybe that was just a sign that Asher was the one with bad priorities! Not like that was a big shocker. "I don't know, anyone that uses work as an excuse for going home definitely sounds like a workaholic to me," the crow teased, with a small cackle. "Not like the owner'll fire you, anyway, as long as you talk to him about it before your next shift." But, what would someone say in that instance? 'Hey, I was busy being abducted by aliens. I promise it won't happen again,' really didn't sound convincing.
And, then there was another story about the brothers' adventures in this world. Or, uh, parties. Well, whatever struck their fancy, he guessed. Parties could be good. Except for the part where it was called awful. Okay, awful parties weren't good. Rather than thinking too much about trains having birthdays, the spirit user began to think about all the negative affects that could come from sleeping in the Digital World. "Do you think, with the weird time-change things between here and home, we're going to age different if we spend too much time here?" After all, time moved faster here, didn't it? Did their bodies still age while in this weird place?
Could that actually hurt their health? So many questions would surely go unanswered, and wow, Asher did not want to think about them, suddenly. Aging was definitely not one of Asher's preferred thoughts. Nor was mortality, really, but on a different note.
Clicking his tongue to the roof of his mouth, Asher hummed a, "good." Beyond that, the bird had little intent to focus on Isaac. Particularly because the voice had begun to invade his thoughts again. At least this time, it was more obvious that it was a separate entity entirely.
"How doesn't he hear you?" Asher found himself hissing, irritably. This was insane! Isaac couldn't be deaf, right? But, regardless, it was an answer that left the spirit user curious. One more test. And, judging from their conversation so far, it wasn't going to be a good one. Just as the teen was about to say something further, Snatchmon's missed shot caused Yatagaramon to spin his head to stare toward the Digimon. "We had better get out of here soon, because I swear, I am about to just set that thing on fire." After all, Asher didn't really want to hurt anyone if he could avoid it! They were just doing their jobs!
But, man, Snatchmon was getting beyond irritating, and it was taking a lot of willpower to not fight back at this point! Why did Asher even care about some dumb, digital life, anyway? This was all just becoming kind of infuriating!
Instead, Asher continued on, hoping that Isaac would do the same. With any luck, once they entered the strange voice's 'domain,' Snatchmon would just back off. And, if it didn't? It would probably regret the decision.
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Feb 10, 2017 4:45:47 GMT
"Psh. Calling out is for quitters. I'll be fine in no time," Isaac said. And he said he wasn't a workaholic! "Besides, there's no way he'd believe any of this crap happening, so I'd have to pull something out of nowhere. Then I'd have to really lie, and I'd rather not get a reputation for making stuff up in a job I'm trying to hold down." Briefly, Isaac shook his head. "Okay, the two of us are overthinking this way too much. Can we focus on escaping instead of, you know, my work habits?" Asher really had a way of focusing on the wrong subject at the wrong time. Then again, by Asher's standards, 'the right subject' was bugging Isaac and 'the right time' was all the time.
Time change thing? Right, right, that's how the Digital World worked. Although Isaac didn't know the slightest thing about how the Digital World worked besides that. "I dunno. Elliot's the nerd, not me," Isaac said. "I mean, I know I get hungry still, but I'm also probably burning through my food way more with all the transformations and fights and that nonsense. Why? Seeing grey hairs?" By Isaac's standards, 'the right subject' was bugging Asher and 'the right time' was all the time. These two really were mirrors of each other, weren't they? But Isaac couldn't help. Poking fun at the would-be actor over vanity was as easy as poking fun at him for being too short.
At hearing Asher's wish to set Snatchmon on fire, Isaac smirked a little. "Need a hand with that?" he asked, before rearing up and firing a huge cone of green flame in Snatchmon's direction. " 'Cause trust me, I've been trying my best here! You'd think it'd be harder to keep dodging in a cramped corridor like this, but the guy knows this place like the back of his hand. He keeps on ducking into maintenance closets.
Oh well. 'Least I'm slowing him down."
Then again, slowed down didn't equal stopped. Soon Asher and Isaac had entered the strange voice's domain, yet another featureless, white room. Briefly Isaac bristled, snarling "Another one of these traps? Seriously?" However, as if responding to his angered demand, the room's blank facade started to digitize and fade away. Its contorted into an equally featureless purple sphere, surprisingly small for a structure of such importance. Isaac could tell if he rose to his full height, he'd end up brushing against the ceiling with ease. Snatchmon entered the room shortly after them, but as soon as he recognized where he was he dropped his pursuit and dropped to one knee.
That was when the mysterious voice descended. A small green outline lit up at the sphere's ceiling, detaching into a disc-shaped UFO. The UFO flickered a few times, sending a green scanning beam over Isaac, Asher, and Snatchmon, before unfolding from the top down. Through the now-opened top a Vademon emerged, Isaac recoiling slightly in disgust as its gross, gigantic brain. Pensively, it looked down at the trio, eventually speaking without speech. It would be perfectly clear to Asher this was the same guy. "I have been expecting you both for a while now. Tell me, why have you come here?"
"Because you abducted us, you assh-"
Suddenly, Isaac's eyespots widened with pain. Vademon's gaze was cast on him, and the alien's brain appeared to be vibrating. Once eye contact was dropped Isaac's pain seemed to stop, but he was panting and clearly out of breath.
"No, no, no. Not this ship. This place. Why are you here?"
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Post by Asher on Feb 12, 2017 5:32:08 GMT
Well, there really was no denying that Asher had to respect that Isaac wasn't up for calling into work. "I don't know, I'm sure he'd find it a funny enough story to let it slide once," the teen hummed, thinking about the owner's expression at the idea of his workers claiming to be abducted. Though, was lying about something like that really inexcusable? It could be as easy as saying that he was busy throwing up all night! "Why would we focus on escaping? Work is way more important, from what you're saying!" The crow teased, smiling the best that a beaked creature could.
Why would they focus on escape? It wasn't like the voice in his head planned to let them both leave, anyway. And, the least Asher could do was try to keep the pain of that idea at bay via teasing his current partner. It would hopefully keep Isaac from suspecting anything, and hopefully maintain the image that Asher worked so hard to keep up. Not that images really mattered, considering Isaac knew way too much about the older boy!
"Grey hairs on you, maybe," the crow countered, without missing a beat. No way was Asher going to have grey hair this early in life! And, further, there was no way the boy wanted to have to dye his hair at this age! The thought made him cringe!
Before Asher had any time to think of ways to better lose Snatchmon, they had reached the end of the hall. Eyes shifted, slowly watching Isaac's reaction, with little more than dull expression. Now that the dread of the 'domain' had finally come to a head, the spirit user wasn't even certain of how to act. Should he feign surprise? Anger? Maybe curiosity? Instead, the Yatagaramon found himself saying nothing. He didn't even turn to look at Snatchmon, as it had entered the room. Why couldn't that weird alien have been the main antagonist in this story?
Instead, it was a really gross looking alien that spoke with his enormous brain. Well, that kind of explained everything. Beak opened, only able to whistle and utter, "oof," while watching what happened when Isaac displayed some sort of insubordination. That didn't look fun.
"You've gotta be more specific," Asher huffed at the Vademon, throwing a glance to his coworker. "Like, this specific room? Pretty sure we came here because you wanted us to." Don't end up injured because of stupid comments, Asher! But, jeez, it was taking a lot of effort to not try to just attack Vademon the second that he hurt the younger spirit user!
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Feb 15, 2017 2:20:32 GMT
"Oh, sure, work's way more important. Especially when I'm in no position to do it," Isaac fired back. "Why, hello there, princess! I hope you enjoy service from a dimension beyond the stars~!" It was clear that even if Asher was insistent about such a silly comment, Isaac was having a blast following up on it. Wait, weren't they supposed to hate each other? Oh well. Asher clearly wasn't committing to it, so Isaac figured he'd let it drop also.
Unfortunately, now that a guy who could vice-grip brains at a glance had appeared, the time for mirth and merriment was likely past. Isaac sure wasn't talking, currently nursing something between a sudden bout of fatigue and the world's worst ice-cream headache. Judging by the very irritable look in its eyes, it wasn't very happy with Asher's answer either. It stared the crow down, eyes slowly narrowing as it debated whether to give him the same treatment as it gave Isaac.
"At least you were polite about your smart-assery," it hissed, a single warning for the time being. More than Isaac got, at least. "I mean here. The ruins. A world all but completely dead to those of the modern era. What would you hope to accomplish by poking your noses around there?"
Looking around to make sure he wouldn't be brain-squeezed again, Isaac started to talk. "I was just looking for spirits with my little brother-"
"Ah, greed. A fitting motive, if I would say so myself," the Vademon decided. Isaac seemed to bristle at that,
"It wasn't greed! We're just trying to help protect others, and-"
This brain-squeeze sent Devidramon to its knees, Vademon tut-tutting in response. "Please. We speak in turn around here," it said, gleefully ignoring the fact that it was the one to cut Isaac off. It then turned to Asher, hoping two demonstrations would be enough to prove its serious intent. "And you?"
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Post by Asher on Feb 15, 2017 5:45:40 GMT
Eyes never shifted, watching the Vademon. Even with the thought that he could end up in just as much pain as Isaac, the Nightmare Soldier refused to flinch. But, oh, nothing hurt! He had gotten lucky this time! That was good! For now, at least. Would his head explode if, say, Asher decided to try to tear this alien into pieces?
Maybe acting too rash was a bad idea.
Asher waited for his coworker's response, shifting to watch the Devidramon speak. So far so good? Though, was it really considered greed to want a spirit? The teen would have mulled it over some but -- oh, there was the brain crunching on Isaac again! "Please, yourself," a growl managed through the beast's throat, "how many of you do I have to tell? He's a kid. You really don't need to hurt him like that." First, the Vemmon, now Vademon. Nobody really liked Isaac here, did they?
But, would speaking out end up causing the older of the two pain, also? Or, maybe even hurt Isaac worse?
Tensing slightly, the crow chose to answer the question, since it was still his turn to talk. "I was just exploring. Curiosity?" After all, that was what got him out of the house, wasn't it? A new place to explore. A new place to use to forget. Vademon was capable of infecting minds, could he not just read them? But, in the case that he could, Asher decided to add in a final detail, so he couldn't be accused of withholding reasons. "I needed to find a place to clear my head." Apparently, this wasn't a good place for that, though! Learning lesson! "Why does it even matter why we ended up here?"
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Feb 17, 2017 6:16:57 GMT
"I'm fine," Isaac muttered, his fangs grit so tightly that they interlocked like a jigsaw puzzle. "And I'm not a kid." Seriously, Isaac? You're being interrogated by an alien, and this is your biggest concern right now? Nevertheless, his protests seemed quite amusing to Vademon, a small smirk of interest forming at each objection. It released its hold on Isaac, leaving him even more drained than the last one. Was each punishment getting worse, or was Isaac just really, really tired right now?
"Clear your head? Interesting," remarked Vademon. "From my analysis, it seemed that your head was already quite clear." Isaac couldn't help but let out a few chuckles, before realizing who he was laughing at and snarling with irritation at Vademon. A pity. Coming from anyone else, that would've been an amazing joke. "However, to be redundant is to be human, is it not? Repetition has certainly been quite the common motif among those I have analyzed in the past.
Which brings me back to why your presence here matters." The light amusement in Vademon's tone immediately faded, reduced with cold, unforgiving chrome. "Curiosity, if I may say so myself. The urge to examine. Explore. Dissect. Generally, we do not have to do the exploring ourselves, of course. Your curiosities fall prey to ours, feeding them as we examine you to the every last detail. The wealth of information we have gleaned is, frankly, nothing short of amazing!"
The Vademon spread its hands wide, a series of incomprehensible green glyphs appearing in the empty space between. Once the "screen" was made it ran a finger down the length of it, scrolling through what must have been countless archives. "Dragons and machines. Plants and insects. Gods and angels. And yes, humans. But rarely have I found such . . . peculiar sorts.
To understand you is simply my latest, greatest conquest. And I fully intend to do so, from every pixel to every last cell."
Isaac did not like the sound of that whatsoever. Paired with that mention of dissection, and it did not paint a great picture. He moved a tiny bit closer to Asher, protectively stretching a wing in front of him. "Nevertheless, before I begin by grand work, surely there is time for some conversation. What do you know of yourselves, travelers?"
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Post by Asher on Feb 17, 2017 7:57:40 GMT
"You're a kid," the crow hissed toward his partner. "I'm practically a kid. Are you going to tell me that you're an adult? Because there's not an in-between, here." Okay, don't try to argue this right now, Asher! Isaac probably has a killer headache, and bickering isn't going to help the situation! Focus on the important stuff right now! Like the fact that the bad guy just made fun of him, and Isaac was seriously laughing about it. Eyes narrowed, while the spirit user took an audible breath. Count back from ten. Nine... Eight.. Seven. "I'm about--" Six "--five seconds from crushing you," the bird shuddered, trying to maintain some level of calm. Don't threaten the monster keeping you captive. Stay calm. But, it wasn't working. Counting wasn't working. Why was this digging so far under his skin? Keep counting. Where was he? Four? No, no. He had to restart. Oh, but restarting gave him another point to start speaking. This was such a problem. What would happen if he just... snapped? Were there repercussions to assaulting a kidnapper? Or, would his head explode before he could even move? "Just because I act like I'm-" Back to ten. Stop talking! Deep breath! Why was he getting so worked up anyway? It wasn't the first time someone's said something along those lines! Was it because-- oh. It was because Isaac had laughed, wasn't it? Devidramon's cover of snarling hadn't worked particularly well, as far as Asher was concerned. "Do you have to be like that," he uttered, more of a distressed comment than an actual question. After all, the older teen had been worried about him, and this is what he got! Ugh! This day was too stressful! The teen took longer than desired to fully regain his composure. In fact, it seemed that he was throwing the entire attempt out the window, as he took a step away from the other spirit user. "What, do you think I need you to protect me, too?" And, there was the pride, showing far too much of itself at the worst possible time. Or, was it an attempt to distance himself again? With Vademon's earlier words stuck in his head, Asher couldn't see the possibility of both spirit users leaving. This would make it easier, wouldn't it? "That's a weird question," Yatagaramon pointed out, casting his gaze to the side and examining the room, rather than the other creatures within it. "I don't know anything about myself. My head is empty, remember?" Still sore about that comment, it seemed! "Isaac, how about you? Want to talk to the obnoxious Brain-Squid about yourself?"
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Feb 17, 2017 8:14:55 GMT
Isaac did not seem like he was going to let Asher walk away from him that easily. In fact, he matched the older teen's footsteps in sequence, as if refusing to let him off of the hook. "Oh, come on," Isaac insisted. "If he said that to me, you would've laughed. Admit it." Hell, if Isaac was remembering correctly, Asher had already stolen quite a few chuckles at his expense today. The Vemmon fawning over him sure opened the door for that, at least. However, it seemed he was letting the comment about Asher needing to be protected drop. Either he didn't care to address it, or he simply didn't have an answer for it.
Vademon saw fit to draw his own inferences as a result. "Distrust in the bird's ability to fend for itself? Or, perhaps, too much trust, sticking by its side even as it strives to distance itself. How curious," it muttered, fingers clacking against the holographic screen as if it was hard at work writing code. Once its observations were noted, it gently slid the screen aside to resume its inquisition. "Why, yes, dragon. Why don't you speak? You've seemed awfully quiet in comparison."
Isaac did not look amused. "Well, maybe if you didn't keep squeezing my brain every time I tried to talk-"
"Oh?" Vademon interjected, eyes narrowing again.
It seemed three times was the charm, because this time Isaac bit down on his tongue. "Nothing," he muttered. "Anyway, if you're looking for info on spirit users, you're not gonna get anything out of me. I don't even know what I'm doing! I just fell in a river full of trash, was forced to dig up the plains by a sentient tank, and then pulled these out of a freaking hole. I don't even know who these spirits belonged to, or what they want from me and my brother, or how many more there are to find. I don't know a damn thing about myself in this form, or any of them. All I know is that maybe, just maybe, I can at least use them to help people. There, that enough for your data log?"
"Hmm . . . adequate. And yet, a pity you both understand so little. I was hoping at least one of you would be able to guide me for this next procedure . . . " An ominous statement, especially as Vademon started tinkering with the settings on its ray gun. "Tell me, do you feel pain as we do in these forms? Or is it something far more transient? I would hate for this to cause you unnecessary discomfort," it asked, an almost mockingly worried tone in its voice.
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Post by Asher on Feb 17, 2017 8:43:26 GMT
Okay, this really wasn't helping his mood. Asher continued to take another step away, in some attempt to give the younger of the two a less than subtle hint. "I'm not laughing at anything that guy is saying," he was quick to argue, "he's not funny, him hurting you isn't funny, the weird overseer-thing hurting you wasn't funny -- Where is the joke here? I worked for a sitcom, and I've got to tell you, I haven't been laughing." If only Asher could bite his tongue right now. Beaks weren't so great for that!
This was so frustrating! "You should take a step back." Anything to get Isaac away from him right now! Especially if Vademon intended on shooting at one of them! Of course, first, the teen had to keep his mouth tightly shut, to avoid fussing about the potential of hurting Isaac again with stupid mind-squeezing powers. Stop caring, darn it! Who cares if Isaac gets a headache? It's his fault for being sassy!
"What's there to even know?" The teen huffed, eyeing the gun, "we wear the skin of dead monsters, and pretend to be special because of it. There's not much more for us to need to understand, is there?" It wasn't like Asher could see any important information coming from their stories! Except for, maybe, a source that provided the power of Digivices to these people? Curious thought. But, one that was irrelevant, entirely!
Was the question on pain rhetorical? Regardless, it was going to get some sort of answer. Asher really didn't want to be hit with a ray gun! "I am pretty sure we still hurt on a normal level," he mumbled, eyes shifting to Isaac. They needed some sort of plan, really. But, after getting so huffy with the other boy, there was no way that Asher could admit that! Maybe if he could just stall for a few moments... Well, chances were, Asher would still be too stubborn to do anything with Isaac, and he certainly wasn't going to be able to think of a plan in half a second. Ah well. Maybe Isaac would surprise him? Or not. Probably not. "Are you setting it to stun, or kill?"
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Feb 17, 2017 8:56:42 GMT
"The joke-" Isaac started, voice a low whisper, "-is that we're trapped like rats in here. So we might as well just laugh along to cope until we're out of the woods. Better to at least get something out of this mess than worry 'til we puke, right?" A quiver slowly built up in Isaac's whisper. It was clear he was far more nervous about this than he was letting on. "We wait for our moment. And until then, we just keep on going. Business as usual. It's all gonna be okay, okay?"
When asked to take a step back, Isaac defiantly stepped forward again. "We're in this together. And I know you're sick of that, but that's just how its gotta be," he insisted. Maybe a part of him just wanted to stick close to the one person he could trust in here. When you're fighting someone who could squeeze your brain, you tended to be way more on-guard.
Vademon tilted its head slightly at Asher's response. "Hm. Quite uncurious, and exceptionally morbid. And yet, quite the unique perspective as well. Bravo, that one surprised me," it said. In its curiosity its hand slipped, causing it to overshoot the dial setting it was looking for. That earned a muttered curse, Vademon quickly cranking it back to try and properly reset.
"Oh, we do. We hurt bad," Isaac said. "In fact, we're a lot more fragile than normal Digimon. So you're gonna want to talk it really, really easy on us. Wouldn't want to damage a priceless specimen, right?" Isaac neglected to mention that shifting forms eased the pain, especially a full regression back to human. The less he told Vademon, the less liberties the alien would end up taking.
"I am setting it to examination mode," Vademon responded, as Asher made his inquiry. "Goodness. 'Stun.' 'Kill.' Such barbaric oversimplifications. No, I simply seek to see what makes you both tick. And it should be in just . . . a moment . . ."
Vademon seemed to be having a little trouble, and Isaac was fine with taking the initiative. He began creeping away from Asher at long last, circling the white room to try and get into a proper ambush position against Vademon. Every few paces he shot Asher an expectant look, as if waiting for the proper signal.
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Post by Asher on Feb 18, 2017 5:58:51 GMT
Yatagaramon simply stared at his coworker with the same exasperated expression throughout the entire explanation of the laughter. "You puke fire. Maybe you should worry more, so that this place burns down." Even hearing the nerves in the other teen's voice, Asher didn't seem too enthused about current circumstances. Who could blame him? "I'm not the one afraid that it won't be okay," the nightmare solider pointed out, "so, of course it's going to be okay." Then again, that statement could easily just be the actor in Asher, couldn't it?
Why wouldn't he be afraid right now?
Not that the teen really knew how to identify when 'their moment' would be. Still, did Vademon seriously get distracted by Asher's statement enough to mess up his gun? "I'm great at being morbid," he shrugged, still glancing about the room. There wasn't much to work with here, was there? In fact, pretty much nothing. "And, I'm sure you'll find that we're full of surprises." If only this form allowed for smiling! Ah well. The less available expressions, the less that Asher could botch a believable response, right?
With any luck, Vademon would believe Isaac's comment on hurting, too. If not, this entire event was probably going to be insanely unpleasant. Though, Asher was still heavily debating on just trying to murder the brain-squid. What was there to lose, anyway? His life?
Oh, wait; that was important, wasn't it?
"Hey, I mean, this entire place seems kind of barbaric. Why would I expect you to be any better?" Eyes shifted to Isaac, wondering what in the world he was doing. Why did the Devidramon keep looking at him like that? Ah, whatever. It wasn't like they had communicated properly, to figure out some sort of plan! Then again, since when did the duo ever do anything properly? "What's examination mode do, anyway?"
It examines things, Asher. Duh!
"Do you need help programming your toy?"
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