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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Apr 26, 2017 6:29:50 GMT
"How many faces?" Isaac repeated. He would have raised an eyebrow, but he didn't exactly have any in this form. In fact, seven eighths of his heads were more ceramic and wood than actual flesh. "It depends on how many heads you have. Of course, not all heads have the same number of faces." It seemed Isaac was finally getting into the spirit of this world, even if he was starting to confuse himself in the process. As he said that latest quote his puppet heads all looked at each other, baffled.
Maybe Wizardmon would realize that Isaac meant the faces they kept inside.
Isaac's words were more mysterious than Asher's vanishing act, at least. Wizardmon raised a good point about how open-and-shut of a case this was. "Considering I found out about this an hour ago, it's still a mystery to me," Isaac said. For example, what kind of spirit did Asher unearth? What manner of trap was Asher stuck in? Was the room even going to be the same as Meicoomon described it, or was it still different? There were still so many questions to ask. "But at least he's not dead. Means one of us is still in one piece, at least."
All he'd have to do to reach Asher was climb the stairs, too. In retrospect, he wondered why he hadn't earlier. "Alright. Thanks for telling us," he said, giving a polite wave with his tail as he slithered off. Time was of the essence, especially when the stairs were crumbling before his very eyes. At first he would make his way as Orochimon, but already he was starting to feel a strange sense of fatigue from keeping the form. Maybe it was a bad idea to push his luck with a stage that was still half-tainted by the Reaper.
For that reason he slithered into a cocoon of light, emerging from the other end as gangly, horrifying NeoDevimon once more. With long strides he charged up the stairs, waiting to see who, or what, he'd find on the other side.
That said, he didn't have to go in entirely uninformed. Now was as good of a time for Isaac to ask what he was getting himself into as any. "So, what ended up happening here?" he asked. "And what was Asher's new spirit like?" All things considered, probably like a woman of some sort.
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Post by Asher on Apr 27, 2017 5:53:42 GMT
"Indeed!" Wizardmon seemed enthused that someone was sharing his eccentric point of view. "I've found that most everyone has at least two." While Isaac's words may have held more subtlety, Wizardmon preferred to be as confusingly forward with his thoughts as possible.
Finishing shoving his belongings into the dripping tablecloth sack, the Digimon shrugged. "If he dies, it will be noon again. Wouldn't that be lovely?" Not the death part. But who didn't like noon? It was always sunny, and perfect for tea! "If he doesn't," the wizard tilted his head, thoughtfully. "I don't know! Will it be night forever?"
Meicoomon still found herself fluffed at the Champion's nonchalant perspective on death. Clamping her teeth, she was quick to move once Isaac chose to take his leave from the room.
"I suppose," the wizard exhaled loudly at the farewell. Isaac simply wasn't interested enough for his tastes. Why was nobody else concerned about the time of day? Nobody listened to him! And, nobody answered his question! Very rude.
Not that it would be his problem, going in unprepared. He had tried to prompt curiosity too many times to bother stopping them now. He'd at least save his own skin. So, out the door the wizard went.
More focused on her partner, Whiskers tried not to cringe at the return of Mr. Terrifying. She supposed it was better at navigating stairs, after all. "I don't know," the feline's tail lashed in a frustrated manner. "We walked through some purrlaces. Stopped in the dark room and went to get help. Next one's full of mirrors."
Just like the mirror at the top of the stairs, which Isaac would surely crash through if he wasn't look at where he was going. Then again, through is exactly where he needed to go.
"That's why you're here. We don't have the spurrit yet!" It was like he hadn't been listening before! Her story had never once involved actually getting the totem! "Your guess is as good as ours. We've only gotten 'judgmental' from one of the weirdos here!" Yes. A talking cat had room to call someone a weirdo. What a strange day.
Not waiting too long, the Meicoomon would hop through the mirror with or without Isaac going first, only to enter the second room, just as full of mirrors as before.
Or, no, wait, it was missing one. And the mirrors were in a different pattern. What a problem. Still, the floor, walls, and ceiling were scattered in reflections, much like the others that built maze-like walls throughout the room. "It changed," the feline commented, slowly, while looking at various options of where to turn. Still, a few drops of blood scattered the floor a little closer toward the center of the room. It seemed that someone was still cleaning the mess.
"Of course it changed," a voice echoed off of each mirror, though no body fell into sight, "I had to redecorate, after your friend made such a mess earlier." It was a good thing that nobody would try to charge Asher for damaged property. Mirrors could be quite expensive! "Don't smudge the mirrors, this time," it hissed as an additional warning, before anyone would touch the reflective surfaces. The voice certainly hated cleaning mirrors.
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Apr 27, 2017 6:08:34 GMT
Meicoomon didn't describe too much of what was going on in the next room, but at least Isaac learned two new things. The first was that the upcoming room was full of mirrors. The next was that Asher hadn't actually taken the spirit yet. "You said you found it," Isaac commented. "So I figured. Even if you didn't take it, though, surely you could see the totem's shape. Maybe." They could've been too far away to make out what the totem was supposed to represent. It could have been locked up in a chest or cage. Maybe the room was so pitch black that they couldn't even see. Who knew?
That said, it was judgmental? That didn't sound great. Any spirit with enough willpower to have a reputation was going to be a major adjustment for its user.
In his thought he didn't quite notice the mirror at the top of the stairs. Thankfully, the mask that he claimed helped him see was in full force. As soon as he approached the foreign object he recoiled back slightly, reflexes snapping into action before he even came close to bumping into it. He looked at it ponderously, figuring that if it was a mirror room it only made sense that the mirror would be a portal. He entered in a very particular order. First he stretched a hand through the mirror, as if to spook off anything that might be guarding the entrance. Then he peeked through the mirror, making sure nobody was watching. Only when both steps were settled did he fold the rest of his lanky body through the mirror.
Upon getting there, and Meicoomon following, he was informed this wouldn't be the same maze that Meicoomon had sorted. "Of course. It'd be too easy if it didn't," he said, voice half frustrated and half anticipating the challenge.
He didn't quite anticipate an invisible voice bouncing around. Once more NeoDevimon snapped into flight or fight mode, hunched over and letting out a low growl. "Show yourself!" Isaac snarled, before quickly realizing that the mysterious voice was trying to tell him something. With a grumble he reestablished a less guarded stance, mentally admonishing himself. "Apologies. It's been a long day," he said.
Now that he was actually paying attention, he had heard that the maze rearrangement was all Asher's fault. "What did he do?" Isaac asked, shooting an uncomfortable glance at the drops of blood sitting on the floor. A second question burned on his mind too, and while he felt a little silly asking it he also found himself wondering "And what time is it?"
Stupid Wizardmon.
As he waited for his question to be answered, Isaac's eyes started darting back and forth across the room. If he was going to get through this maze, he'd have to start looking for clues sooner or later.
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Post by Asher on Apr 28, 2017 4:42:17 GMT
People expected far too much from the mercenary. "All totems look the same to me," she pointed out. "It's nyat like I have a use fur it!" And, even if she did, it wasn't like she would look at it beforehand if it belonged to her! "I don't think Ashpurr usually looks at them, either. We couldn't even see the TastyBirdmon when he had it in his hand." It seemed that, even when several times larger than her, any bird still looked like food.
With Isaac's sudden halt on the way to the mirror room, the feline stumbled a little on the steps, trying not to trip on the terrifying non-edible looking spirit user. At least Yatagaramon couldn't look terrifying, ever, when the feline continued to think about how it would make a fantastic dinner.
At least it didn't take very long for him to decide that the mirror was a door, because Meicoomon didn't want to try to hurry up something that looked like it could murder everyone.
While paranoia seemed to encourage the NeoDevimon's actions, even all the way to his entrance, it seemed that the resident of the room was also encouraged by such an act. Rather, it was encouraged to induce paranoia. It was almost unfortunate that Isaac settled himself down so easily. But, the creature within still obeyed to the demand.
In the manner which it found most suiting, of course. One by one, a flicker of green appeared on each mirror, soon forming to a close-up of the Chamelemon's face. "As you wish," the creature clicked, red eyes darting around the room in varying directions. "No day is longer than any other. How would this one be different?" Curious question. But, as it was placed, all eyes ceased movement on each mirror, now focusing solely on Isaac.
"What do you think he did? He ruined my game. I'm still cleaning up after him." With the comment, a green and red tail slipped out from the mirror closest to the mess, and began trying to rub the blood away. While it was also clearly smearing the substance across the reflective floor, it seemed to help a little.
With reflections altered slightly by the smudge, they began to tilt to offset it, while the tail disappeared into its reflective pool. "Threatened to bloody my possessions. What kind of monster does that?" Was that a hint of distress in the Chamelemon's tone? Or was it fake?
Whiskers felt the need to add in, "mew know Ashpurr. Dramatic as always. Broke a mirrawr, and cut his hand."
"And left a disgusting mess," the monster within the mirrors added. One eye began shifting around the room again, while the other remained trained on NeoDevimon. "Time is a myth," he clicked, stubbornly. "The sun neither rises nor falls here. You should have asked the wizard, if you cared so highly for it. Why? Is the hour relevant to your reason for being here?"
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Apr 28, 2017 5:04:00 GMT
Well, that was certainly careless! However, it wasn't like care was something Isaac expected from Asher a lot of the time. He was diligent about his work, true, but the rest tended to fall by the wayside. Judging by the descriptions that he had heard, cleaning his room was certainly one of those things that fell to the wayside. Nevertheless, it meant he was going in blind, here. If Asher ran off and snatched the thing on his own, he'd have no idea who he was even looking for. And knowing Asher? It was very likely that he'd run off and do something on his lonesome like that. He was stubborn and refused to accept help in even the best of times? In more dangerous times like this? Isaac had a very bad feeling about this.
The general bad feeling probably didn't help NeoDevimon's paranoia any. The second Chameleomon's face appeared in the mirror Isaac leaped back in shock. His claws crackled with electricity, his wings flared outwards, and the nodes on his chest were glowing brightly. "Never do that again," he snarled, snapping his head back and forth to try and find Chameleomon's actual location. With him being so close up in every single mirror, it was almost impossible to gauge where his actual position would've been. At this point, Isaac was likely to just smash the mirror trying to find him.
Thankfully, he was stopped in his tracks when he remembered that it would really tick Chameleomon off. Apparently Asher did it before, and now the entire room needed renovations. If Isaac lashed out and did the same he'd probably have a fight on his hands thanks to one very impatient lizard.
At least the question made him realize that Chameleomon dwelt inside of the mirror. Maybe his idea of smashing it to bits in order to get at Chameleomon would've actually worked! "Method actor," he muttered as he continued scanning the room. Of course Asher would do something like that. If it wasn't for the fact that doing similar would've probably just pissed Chameleomon off more, maybe Isaac would've considered similar.
For now, he was busy putting two and two together. Entering a mirror helped him enter this room. Chameleomon's tail extended through a mirror. Obviously the secret to solving this maze was to enter a mirror! He rushed over to the mirror where Chameleomon had previously come from, stroking his chin thoughtfully. "Was curious," he said, continuing to focus on these strange questions so he could ground himself. "The Wizardmon mentioned it a lot, but I wanted to ask someone I could get a straight answer out of instead." He had discounted interrogating Wizardmon when every question was met with more annoying mirrors. Had that been a mistake?
Oh well. No time to look back. Asher needed him. Isaac started squeezing his way into the mirror, waiting to see if it was an entryway or just a pane of glass.
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Post by Asher on Apr 30, 2017 4:52:11 GMT
Chamelemon certainly didn't seem bothered by the crackling electricity or claws. Unlike Whiskers, who immediately jumped away from the NeoDevimon. Nope! She was not going to get accidentally zapped by that! "What're mew doing?" Isaac was insane!
But, the green monster in the mirrors didn't seem to mind the insanity. In fact, he was definitely enjoying every moment. "You told me to appear. So I did, he contested. "Nobody is ever happy with what they think they want." For a moment, eyes targeted the smeared blood, thinking the same about the idiot that had destroyed his property.
Speaking of destroyed property, Isaac's assumption would prove correct if he damaged more of the Chamelemon's possessions than were already broken. The monster was already irritated enough, without assistance! Should he prove a problem, the Digimon surely wouldn't take kindly. "Tread with caution, Virus," the Champion clicked, annoyed tone ever present. It seemed that he was far less hospitable than the earlier room's familiar.
"Did you ask him why he cared of the time?" In the reflection across the wall, red and green tail swept across, before the item ceased to display the Digimon's image. Still, every other mirror and panel displayed the Chamelemon's sour expression. "If someone repeats something, perhaps it is because they deem it important." That seemed logical enough, right? While Isaac's logic may have seemed proper to a more vain creature, the chameleon found himself failing to fall for it. After all, it didn't seem that NeoDevimon had any idea there would be anyone even in this room. Unless he was just jumpy. "Do you consider time important?"
Once Isaac would touch the mirror, he would find whatever parts of his body he had placed through in the far corner of the same room, poking out of another one of the other mirrors. Were some of these just connected to others within this area? That would be a mess! But, if he passed entirely through the first mirror, he would find that he couldn't return back through the same pane. In fact, it would seem to be completely solid! Maybe, this would be a little more difficult than he imagined.
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Apr 30, 2017 5:11:17 GMT
At Meicoomon's questioning, Isaac took a few deep breaths and tried to calm down. NeoDevimon's wings folded back to a neutral position and the electricity dispersed from his claws. "This form's a jumpy one," he said, keeping his voice to a low whisper. "I've been trying to meditate with it and better understand it, but it's fighting me every step of the way. 'Course, if you knew what happened to my other forms, this one would seem like a walk in the park by comparison." He clenched his fist slightly as he remembered the indignity that Ebemon had put him through. Never again.
With that in mind, Chameleomon's words hit home. Isaac let out a small grumble as he said "You've got that right." For all that he "wanted" Elliot to be at peace without him, he was certainly starting to miss his brother. For all that he "wanted" Asher to go away sometimes, he sure was desperate to save him. For all that he wanted power, he sure as hell didn't want it like this.
Mention of care caught Isaac off guard, though. He had admittedly failed to discount that Wizardmon was trying to say something important, even in his own strange way. Then again, when Isaac did try and ask the Digimon a proper question, he found his response completely dismissed. "I'll make a point of it on the way out," he said. "But when he wouldn't answer any of the questions I had, it was hard to be in a very charitable mood with answers of my own." At Chameleomon's next question, he simply tilted his head slightly. "The only thing I care about right now is getting my friend out of here. And apparently it's not noon until he dies, so I think time's on my side," he said, matter-of-factly.
Thankfully, Isaac was much too cautious in this form to run through the mirror and lock himself out of going back. As soon as he put his head through the wall and saw his torso in a completely different spot he pulled back, returning back to Meicoomon's side. "This goes to the corner," he said, retracing his steps to that same corner and sticking his arm through it. If he was correct, his arm should be sticking out of the mirror that he had just left behind. If he wasn't, then this puzzle would've gotten way harder than he had figured.
Of course, there was one thought lingering through his head. Was Asher's blood the key? Surely it would've been a marker as to his last location. He had already entered the mirror marked with Asher's blood, though. Unless . . .
Once he was done testing mirror directions, he would return to Asher's splattered blood, kneel down, and press his forehead firmly against the floor. He swore that if this ended up being the right answer, he was going to kill Chameleomon.
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Post by Asher on May 1, 2017 4:36:39 GMT
"Right," the cat slowly drew out, still unsure of what exactly had happened to the other forms. Maybe they just decided that Isaac was a cruddy host. Whiskers didn't know how spirit users worked! "Well, keep it furom hurting us both!" That felt like a solid piece of advice, after all. Meicoomon really liked being alive!
Chamelemon continued to shift throughout the mirrors, primarily keeping his face the display upon the mirror, though it occasionally shifted to his side, as though he were walking through the varying reflections. "No point to make a point," the Digimon pointed out. "He already left." Though, now the blank mirror filled with varying scenes that had just occurred on the floor below. Clips jumped between Isaac and Wizardmon, as each spoke.
"Now, who's she?" Now, an 'answer' was questionably placed with: "If you don't know who She is, you're more lost than I expected."
"...Why don't you tell me what you see?" "I see a lot of things. For instance, right now I see a snake."
"...Strange, isn't it?" "Everything's strange, if you have enough time to think about it. This place is strange! So is..."
"...Red hair, pretty tall, glasses, was with Meicoomon here a bit earlier. Do you know how we can find him?" "...Yes, yes. That would mean he's still up!"
But, as the feed flickered, a few other scenes appeared of the wizard. Unanswered questions?
"...What is a Poe?", "...noon again. Wouldn't that be lovely?", "Are nine heads better than one?", "Did you know that the walls are alive?"
And now Isaac's image would form to inquire only one thing. "So if you've seen someone with red hair and glasses, could you show us the way?"
Chamelemon's eyes shifted to entirely focus on Isaac, as the scenes faded from the mirror. "Are you certain that it was him not answering your questions?" There was no doubt that the green creature was judging NeoDevimon right now! "Or, perhaps, you weren't listening to him to begin with. Is he who you will blame for the ignorance?"
In a flicker across the mirrors, NeoDevimon's image replaced where Chamelemon once appeared, as if a camera had been placed on the Digimon's face. But, the Champion's voice still echoed throughout the room. "Time yields to no being," it felt the need to argue. "He does not die because the sun returns," the creature hummed, "but, the sun may rise because he dies." If Wizardmon's time with Isaac hadn't set any thoughts in stone, the lizard surely had no hope of making sense to the boy either.
"If day is to be a dream," Chamelemon's voice chimed, thoughtfully. "How do you imagine night will be, if it is to contrast?"
Meicoomon remained in place near the beginning of the room, watching Isaac attempt his theories. Hopefully, Isaac wouldn't have tried to shove his arm too hard through the pane, because it was completely solid! Nothing was going through that!
A kind reminder of, "don't smudge the glass," fluttered around the room. This was even more quickly followed up with, "...what in the world are you doing?" as the NeoDevimon placed his forehead to the ground.
Nope. Nothing. But, perhaps being so close to the ground, he might notice that the puddle wasn't the only proof of Asher's visit. Bleeding left a droplet trail, after all, and the room's keeper had a very hard time keeping the faint smudges of pink entirely off of the floor.
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on May 1, 2017 5:04:08 GMT
"Trying," Isaac hissed. "On the bright side, this place seems tailor-made to either freak me out or piss me off. If I can make it through here, I'm sure I'll be up for handling whatever else comes my way." There was a reason Isaac was meditating earlier, and it wasn't just because it felt good. He wished it was easier to explain what had gone on, but now really wasn't the time. Maybe once he had found Asher and gotten out of this place he'd be able to clarify everything in a much more orderly fashion.
It sure as hell wasn't easy when everything was on a mission to irritate him. Chameleomon replayed another batch of questions that made even less sense on the replay. Not only were the questions that Wizardmon had nonsense, but half of the answers that he gave were nonsense too! Hell, at one point he answered a rhetorical question. Who even did that? If Chameleomon was trying to judge Isaac right now, it certainly wasn't resonating. "I listened. Nothing I heard made a lick of sense," Isaac said, matter-of-factly. "Do forgive me if I'd rather find my friend than deal with a bunch of riddles." Did the two go hand-in-hand? Maybe. But these Digimon weren't being help in the slightest.
Part of him wished Elliot was here. He had the compassion to get Isaac to stop and think, even if he wasn't the best at riddles on his own. Together, the two of them could take on anything.
At least somebody was giving a straight answer for once. Sure, it was just clarification on a subject that continued to make no sense, but it was the most clarity that Isaac had since coming here. "Good to know," he said. "Sucks to be you, though. You're going to have to wait for your sunrise." Chameleomon continued to talk on with his riddles, and Isaac very, very badly wanted to tell him that he didn't care, but after Chameleomon's insistence earlier he might as well respond and get the lizard off of his back. "A nightmare," he said, demonstrating that he did pay attention to the antonym lesson in class.
The mirror returned to regular glass after Isaac had passed through it before, so if the network was a two-way street there was no way of testing it. He bristled slightly at mention of not smudging the glass, considering that the only way to go through this room was to touch mirrors, but it briefly made him realize another question. "Does this mean the mirror we came in through is going to be closed off as well?" he asked, mostly towards Meicoomon but also towards Chameleomon. Nope. Nope nope nope. A form as paranoid as this one did not need to entertain that thought. Every muscle in NeoDevimon's body tensed, and Isaac had to pinch his side slightly to destress.
At least making a breakthrough helped. Noticing the trail of blood, Isaac began following it very closely. "I think I'm onto something," he muttered, motioning for Meicoomon to follow him.
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Post by Asher on May 1, 2017 5:40:55 GMT
The chameleon rolled his eyes, reappearing in two mirrors, while the rest reflected NeoDevimon. "Perhaps, you are doomed to be stupid," it clicked, clearly unenthused. "If you were in less of a hurry, perhaps you would save your friend more efficiently. We don't speak for no reason," the monster informed, voice booming across the room. "You may want his forgiveness, for your folly, if it turns to hurt him."
If only Elliot was here. Meicoomon certainly didn't know how to work on the proper social level to even begin asking questions! Or think too heavily on riddles that other people usually answered for her!
"I don't see the sun. I do not care. You should care that the night is falling, rather than the sun is rising," it tried to spell the situation out for someone that couldn't understand him. "Something would have to cause the sun to rise, wouldn't it? On top of that," now, the mirrors began to flicker between black and white, "we have seen the sun rise before. It sets for a reason. It rises for a reason. Why would your friend be the one to stop the sun from rising, when nobody else could?"
Meicoomon's ears flattened to her head, trying to comprehend the situation. Too difficult for a cat to figure out! Still, she moved to reach a paw through the exit mirror. "It's working," the feline informed, while returning her paw to her side. Mirrors made her uncomfortable!
Finally, the mirrors all properly displayed the room, and those within it, without a giant chameleon face in the way. "I could seal it, if you wish," the lizard chuckled. Of course nobody actually wanted him to close the door! "But, perhaps, you'd rather I seal the one that leads further up? For both you and your friend's sake." Or! Maybe! He could just seal both doors, and force the two to play with him for a while!
Following Isaac, the feline began examining all of the mirrors. Occasionally, a bit of green would flash through the reflections, as if trying to walk ahead of the duo. As the trail would come to an end, Chamelemon would soon crawl from the surface of the mirror that the trail ended at, dropping his tail in front of the glass. A useless detail would show that the Digimon did not create a reflection, even with its tail directly in front of the pane. "Do you intend to be the reason that the sun rises? Or, the reason that this dome crumbles? There are only two choices."
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on May 1, 2017 6:13:22 GMT
"Look, if you wanted the smart one, you should've looked for my brother," Isaac muttered. Isaac was usually the better of the two when it came to wordplay, true, but only when dealing with words that he actually understood. Nonsense mumbo-jumbo just grated on him, and today was demonstrating that in spades. "But I'm trying, okay? Even if I didn't get it before, at least know I know you guys are talking about something." Not going in a hurry was foreign to this form, though. Even with his face practically pressed against the floor he was doing his best to hustle over to Asher's location.
Even if he hustled, though, he tried to listen. At first it remained very confusing. If time stopped for no man, how was Asher stopping the sun from rising? Then again, it could have been something that wasn't a man. So if it wasn't a man, but it was Asher, what could it possibly be?
"None of his spirits are men, that's for sure," Isaac said, snorting. His derisive remark quickly gave him an idea, however. "It's the spirit here, isn't it?" he asked, finally starting to cotton on to what was happening here. "But Meicoomon said he didn't touch it . . . " Well, Asher obviously goddamn touched the spirit, didn't he? He stopped his trailing to briefly shoot a dirty look her way for leaving the idiot alone.
At least when he glanced he could see that she was testing the mirror. When he saw it worked he let out a sigh of relief, muscles visible untensing. Just how badly had NeoDevimon clenched up? "I'd rather you not seal anything," he said, not happy with Chameleomon's interruption of him finding his happy place.
Finally, Isaac had found the end of the line. Chameleomon had popped out, giving him two options to work with. "Whichever one gets my friend out of here," Isaac said. "Maybe it'll bring your sun back. Maybe the dome will fall. I can't say I'm sure myself. But I just want my friend back.
Any other questions, or can I pass?"
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Post by Asher on May 1, 2017 23:10:01 GMT
If only you were your brother, then," the chameleon chimed. Sure, Isaac thought his brother was smart, but would Chamelemon? While the lizard would never really know, he had to admit that any sort of upgrade would be desired at this time. "Trying is good, but you should try harder." It seemed that trying, alone, was not good enough.
Meicoomon shifted on her paws, uneasily. "I appurreciate your trying," she commented, almost defensively. If Isaac wasn't willing to try, then Whiskers would still be stressing out and failing to find anyone!
With a tilt of his green head, the Champion listened to Isaac trying to puzzle-piece. "Women make better nightmares than men, in my experience," he hummed, after little thought. "It would only make sense that they were all female. Don't you agree?" Still, it seemed like Isaac was finally understanding that this little world-within-a-world was ticking to a spirit's clock, rather than anything logical. "Of course it's the spirit. I certainly don't care about the time, and you know that Wizardmon is partial to noon."
Hearing that Whiskers had assumed Asher wouldn't touch something when left unattended, Chamelemon snorted. "He did listen for a short while. You can't expect any animal to stand in front of a reward without curiosity getting the better of them. Can you?"
To this, Whiskers looked away from Isaac, and at least attempted to avoid whatever reflections of Chamelemon were cast. "He purromised that he wouldn't touch it. What was I supposed to do?"
Still, the mirrors flickered at comments of sealing, while the voice echoed off of each surface. "Perhaps, I'll just open them all. I hope you remember where the exit is. Surely, I will not be here if you return." Even Chamelemon wasn't going to save his room of mirrors, if it meant his own demise!
how dense was this spirit user? "Both will, as you say, 'get him out of here,' but I suspect only one will be in a way that you would like," the creature informed, tail swaying in front of the pane of glass. "At this point, it wouldn't surprise me if you will be the cause of the sun rising."
There was hardly a need to say that the final comment has Whiskers' fur bristling. "Isaac wouldn't hurt Ashpurr!" But, perhaps NeoDevimon would? Suddenly, the feeling of alarm was rising rapidly, while green eyes glanced over the spirit user. No way. She had more faith in Isaac than that! Hopefully.
This only elicited a small, "mmm," sound from Chamelemon's throat. Tail moved to frame the mirror, while the surface of the object rippled and distorted to begin the display of a very dim room. "I have no questions. And, if you have none for me, you're free to continue. But, don't blame me if you find yourself unprepared."
Would it really need any preparation, though? The following room was primarily empty, excluding the pedestal in the center. A soft glow was still cast from the base of the object, reflecting off glass floor and allowing a small sum of visibility. Of course, if anything pressed itself to the walls of the room, they would surely go unseen.
Not that Asher particularly cared. Standing in front of the empty pedestal, one arm was still wrapped to hug his stomach, while the other maintained a tight grip on his digivice. It seemed that he was focused entirely on the device, not even bothering to turn as the mirror on his side began to ripple. In fact, he didn't even notice it.
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on May 2, 2017 2:46:23 GMT
Yeah. If only Isaac was Elliot. Elliot was the agreeable one, and the one with prospects in life, and the one who made people smile. Hell, the first people who bumped into him after his incident asked about Elliot first thing. Sometimes Isaac felt like the prickly little afterthought following in Elliot's footsteps. He glowered slightly as Chameleomon made his jab, then snapped out of it with a shake of his head. There was no time for years-old bitterness to resurface. Not when there were people who needed him.
If being needed included more freaking riddles, though, Isaac wanted no part of it. Especially when it was such a backward riddle. "Screw you, Maia's a delight!" he barked as Chameleomon made his comments. Maybe after taking a bit to let the comment process, he would realize that Chameleomon meant all nightmares were women, not all women were nightmares. Not that it was any better that way. "I dunno. Men have been the real nightmares in my experience," Isaac said. Briefly a man he refused father flashed through his mind.
Isaac's claws tensed up slightly, sparking.
It seemed that Wizardmon preferred the dream, while Chameleomon was a neutral step in between. Would this mean that whichever guide he found in the next world would be in favor of embracing the nightmare and shattering this dome? Of course, it was very likely that this guide would be the spirit itself. The room sounded exceedingly empty from Meicoomon's description, and unlike the "living walls" that Wizardmon mentioned there were no real hints from Chameleomon as to what lied beyond.
"At least he listened for a few seconds," Isaac said, sure that Asher had grabbed for the spirit the second Meicoomon left the room. Really, it wasn't like Isaac expected much else out of him. "I'll make sure to bring him out before he breaks anything else, okay?"
Apparently with the maze solved, all of the mirrors would be opened. All it would take was Isaac remembering where the exit was. Thankfully, the hyper-awareness of this form meant he was unlikely to ever end up forgetting it. Chameleomon sure wouldn't be a help, but Isaac didn't think Chameleomon was much help at all in the first place. "Good riddance," Isaac muttered under his breath. For a brief moment, he entertained finding some way to both save Asher and bring back the noon. Now, however, he really couldn't care less if the dome collapsed the second he was done. Chameleomon could go work in a haunted house if he wanted to piss people off.
Isaac just hoped Meicoomon was right.
Before Isaac left the room, he just had a few questions to ask Chameleomon. "One. Name and type of Digimon that Asher has within his new spirit. Two. If there's anyone else in the room, or anything else I'm going to find myself dealing with. Three. How to get Asher here without getting him hurt. Answer these. Answer them clearly." The tone in NeoDevimon's voice indicated that he had no time for any further shenanigans.
Once that was done he would head through the mirror, making sure to press himself against the walls and observe unseen.
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Post by Asher on May 2, 2017 6:05:38 GMT
Chamelemon found himself shoot a confused glance to Isaac's feline companion when he made his outburst of something being a delight. "I don't know who, or what, that is. But it's curious how defensive you are about it." It was probably for the best that nobody clarified on the subject. Or, at least, Meicoomon wasn't about to. She didn't need anyone in this place knowing more about them than necessary! At least Isaac seemed to understand what the monster was getting at, after a moment. "Then, you have not seen the full capability of a strong woman." With a tilt of the head, Chamelemon continued to follow NeoDevimon with his eyes. Whiskers, yes, was a guest. But the spirit user was potentially dangerous, and required a closer eye.
"I am terrible with time. But, I would say it was closer to a hour. Or three days. I don't know. Nor do I care."
Crossing arms in front of her, Meicoomon shot the chameleon an irritated glare, "it hasn't even been a day!" Nobody should think that Whiskers would leave her human alone for that long unattended! There was no way he had that much self control!
Eyes rolled, while the Chameleon shifted on his mirror. "Time is pointless," it defended, dully. "Best of luck. He's more likely to break everything." It was hard to tell if this was a jab toward Asher, or the spirit that he collected.
It actually caught the Digimon off guard to receive questions, though the click that emitted from the back of its throat implied it was less than pleased with the way they were delivered. "You will find it hard to receive your 'clear' answers here. We answer to Her, not to you," the creature stated, irritated. It was obvious that no warning tones would adjust Chamelemon's attitude. "In return for having a shelter that keeps us safe, we filter out those who aren't worthy of being here. It was our agreement." The entire time Chamelemon spoke, it maintained eye contact with the NeoDevimon. It wanted to be clear that none of this was directed to the cat that was also present. "This includes terrorizing and riddles, and nothing entirely sensical. If you cannot understand, or handle the pressure, you may as well leave." Tail twitched, while the monster continued, "and, to think, we've been lenient with you. Considering you're waltzing into your own demise." Isaac wasn't even compatible with the element! If there had been any real issue, Wizardmon wouldn't have let the boy come up here to begin with!
"I do find enjoyment in the fact that someone of this Element would be typed as Holy, however," he finally added, to give some sense of an answer. "What you deal with is up to you, along with how to safely remove your human from harm's way. Obviously, your pest of a friend will be there. You will be there. The feline will be there. Any spirits that you utilize will be there. Need I continue?" Not that there was much more for him to continue with! "As clearly as I can state: if you approach Her, as you did me," he began, tone warning, "you may be more concerned about getting yourself out alive." Without feeling the need to further a conversation with someone so hostile, the lizard climbed to the next mirror, and vanished within.
"It is never wise to enter a wolf den and treat the pack poorly. You're sure to provoke their leader, by default," the voice warned, as one last echo, before the Chamelemon seemed to have left entirely.
Meicoomon was less worried about poking bears (or wolves?), and far more concerned about the state of her human. Hurrying through the mirror after Isaac, she found that the room really hadn't changed at all since her last visit! That was a good sign, at least! Green eyes shifted to glance toward where Isaac had decided to hide, before looking toward the spirit user in the middle of the room. "Ashpurr?"
The voice had clearly snapped the teen out of a daze, as he found himself suddenly, audibly gasping for breath and coughing. How long had he been holding his breath for? Jeez! Working quickly to compose himself, Asher slowly turned to look at the cat, flashing a sheepish smile. "Oh, hey Whiskers," he chimed, trying to conceal the shaky tone. "Sorry, I got impatient."
Yellow eyes began to scan the room, though it was even harder to adjust the the dark when the boy was standing directly along the only source of light. "I'll take it your mission was a bust?" Shame. Either Whiskers couldn't find anyone, or they just didn't care enough about the situation. That was kind of a disappointing thought.
"I wouldn't call it that," the Meicoomon responded, slowly. What was Isaac hiding from? Ah well. Focus on an important subject! "So, mew got the totem already? What's it like?" After all, wasn't that the question that Isaac had wanted so badly answered earlier?
Turning over the Digivice a few times in his palm, the dazed teen shrugged. "I don't know. Didn't use it yet." Obviously! If Asher had, he'd be a whatever-he-had-just-shoved-in-his-digivice! But he wasn't! "More importantly," Asher began, again looking around the room. For a moment, the spirit user seemed fixed on the area that NeoDevimon hid, continuing what he was saying, "did you know that the floor is actually made of ice?"
Now, he looked down, as the floor began crackling again. Slowly, a few visible cracks began to form across the floor. "Can't help but get this feeling that it's going to break if I move. Are cats good swimmers?" At least he was aware of his surroundings enough to know that! But, would anyone notice that the cracks were also forming around the edges of the room? Or, was Isaac too paranoid about imaginary creatures getting to him, that he wouldn't even notice that his own weight was going to submerge him in cold water if he wasn't careful about his footing?
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on May 2, 2017 18:07:26 GMT
"Eh. Strong people are strong people. Whatever gender, they're gonna do what they want regardless," Isaac said. Seriously, what kind of bad dates had Chameleomon been on to take that kind of perspective? Nevertheless, Isaac tried not to get hung up on debating the merits of power and gender with Chameleomon too much. It was time to end this hour, or day, or three days, or however much time that Asher spent here. That said, breaking everything? Asher was many things, but destructive wasn't usually one of them. Anyone in the maid cafe could confirm that. "Are you just bitter about your mirror?" Isaac asked, letting out a derisive snort.
He probably wouldn't get a clear answer to that question, but he was certainly getting clear answers to the rest of them. In fact, he even got to learn the purpose of this strange place. Whoever She was, which by now Isaac realized was clearly the spirit, had chosen Wizardmon and Chameleomon to be her guardians. All of the riddles and screwery were meant to flush out the unworthy and ensure that her bearer would be one properly capable of withstanding the pressure. In that regard, the maze of mirrors and strange riddles made sense. Less sensible was why they kept the act up when Isaac clearly wasn't there for the spirit. Was this supposed to be another test for Asher?
Isaac stretched out slightly, spreading his wings and cracking his back a bit. "I already know I'm not worthy," he said. "But don't even dare let that get in my friend's way. I'm only here because nobody else knew he was." Elliot would've been way more worthy of appeasing Her, whoever She was. Isaac didn't even need a maze of mirrors and judgmental lizards to tell him that.
The spirit would be holy typed, and the only other occupant of the room. And that would be all. Isaac nodded curtly as Chameleomon retreated back into the mirror. "Next time I'll bring a steak," he said dryly, making sure he'd have the last word in this argument. Petty? Oh yeah. Satisfying? Oh, yeah! With all said and done, he advanced.
For the time being, Isaac crouched in the shadows like a silent watcher. Meicoomon and Asher deserved to have their reunion in peace, first. Besides, he had to make sure this place didn't do anything to Asher before he intervened. Knowing that the data of a spirit user could be screwed with still left Isaac shaken, and with how tired Asher seemed it was clear that he had a rough time.
Then again, Asher was looking especially weird today. And now he was looking right at Isaac, asking the same sort of weird question that Wizardmon had asked him earlier. His claws flexed slightly as he wondered if Asher was some sort of doppelganger or mirage created by the spirit.
No. Living walls, those were Chameleomon's mirrors. This was a warning too, even if a weird one. If Isaac's gut didn't tell him that, the hyperawareness his mask granted tipping him off to the sound of cracking ice did. Immediately Isaac pulled his legs up, letting his great wingspan do the work for him.
Slowly, carefully, he advanced towards Asher. "You don't have to move. Don't worry. I'll bring you back," he said, trying his hardest to make his voice sound coherently Isaac. "Glad to see you didn't screw this one up."
If Asher let him get close enough, Isaac would try to gently lift him off the ground and bring him to the mirror. But would Asher let him, or even recognize him?
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