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Post by Asher on Apr 21, 2017 7:43:32 GMT
The world really liked to screw people over, when they were in a hurry, didn't it? It didn't matter if it was Digital or Human, everything would always work against them! Scrambling through the mirror room and grassy plain of some weird spirit hunt, Meicoomon found herself back into the real world. The Dark Area never felt particularly welcoming, and it definitely continued that pattern, as the cat hurried off to find some sort of assistance, purr her demands on collecting a spirit in a sketchy room. Who would have thought it would land her in Whitewater, waiting for a stupid train to take her to Terminus or the Human World? Transportation was just not reliable! And she was in a hurry! The feline wasn't stupid! Asher would only wait for so long before doing exactly as she had requested against. Who would have thought the first stop from The Dark Area would be Whitewater, anyway? It was stupid! Couldn't there be a straight trip to Terminus? Oh, there couldn't be time for this. The next train that even took a trip in the general direction that Whiskers wanted wasn't even at the station! Did she know anyone in Whitewater? Her human probably wouldn't like the idea of some random, potentially greedy, monster showed up, but if he was standing in front of a literal trap, it had to be better than nothing. Maybe. Not that any names of familiar Digimon in Whitewater was coming to mind! Shoot! "Nya, I don't know what to do meow," she mumbled to herself, ears drooping as she shifted on her back feet. Stupid lack of trains. While impatiently waiting for some mode of transportation to a better area, the feline began to pace, occasionally pausing to look at a few of the nearby buildings. Maybe, if she could find a human in one of the diners or a hotel, she could get them to help. Tamers, in particular, had no use for a spirit totem, and were usually the overly-willing-to-help type. Casting another glance back at the direction that she had come from, the feline began to drag her feet in the direction of some of the buildings. Maybe, she should have just stayed with Asher. Then, she could at least be complaining about his bad decisions to him while he was doing them!
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Apr 22, 2017 2:36:28 GMT
Stop being stubborn and think.
It wasn't every day that a Digimon that practically radiated malice like NeoDevimon took up residence in the middle of Whitewater. It was even less common to have it sitting in the middle of the most crowded part of town, legs folded and eyes squeezed shut in meditation. He got plenty of weird looks, but he didn't seemed to be rattled by that fact. All things considered, the NeoDevimon looked surprisingly serene. It was every bit as still as the statues that filled Whitewater's fountains.
On the inside, however, NeoDevimon wasn't so calm. Its twitches were too microscopic to see, but the NeoDevimon felt each and every one quiver across its body. Its eyes, even behind closed eyelids, darted back and forth at every little stimulus in the environment. Each footstep, especially ones from behind, was the threat of an ambush. Each murmur was a veiled threat, an attack threatening to be conjured up. Eyes were burning in the back of its head, just like the daggers that were sure to follow. They wanted him hurt. They wanted a fight. If he was just to wheel around, strike first, end this before it could even begin . . .
No.
Isaac sighed, dispelling the form and with it the impulses it left in his mind. Once he was reduced back to an Impmon he stood back up, giving the ground a slight kick. The stress test had failed. While it may have felt like hours stuck inside of NeoDevimon's head, the sun had barely moved in the sky from when Isaac had started. It couldn't have been much longer than five minutes. Maybe in the future he could meditate in quieter places, but if he needed the form in a pinch he couldn't pick and control the circumstances. It was going to take a lot more work before he could be properly combat-ready, rather than a farce like Gargoylemon.
As he turned to walk away in disappointment, Isaac noticed a familiar looking orange Digimon. She looked a mix of dejected and worried, barely even lifting her feet as she walked. And, worst of all, the idiot that always followed her around had failed to show up. The Meicoomon wasn't tethered to him like a partner, but they were still together more than not. Worriedly he started to approach, trying not to startle her.
"Hey," he said, voice gentle. "Everything okay?"
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Post by Asher on Apr 22, 2017 5:09:37 GMT
Regardless of his attempt not to surprise the cat, tail fluffed up and the feline let out a purr-like squeak. "What?" Pulling herself from her daze, Whiskers looked to the Impmon that had approached her. "No! Uh," wait, "yes! Fine, ev-furrything is-"
Was it really? She was looking for help, after all! How had the cat been so stupid about all of this? She really should have just stayed put. What was she supposed to say? That there might be a trap, and she was too paranoid about the entire thing to just stay put?
It wasn't like another rookie was going to do much good! No matter how familiar... they looked and... sounded?
Wait a second.
"Isaac?" It couldn't be! He was so small! And without an Elliot! Where was his human?
Shaking her head in an attempt to clear it, the Maine Coon's tail wrapped around her side, so that she could try to flatten the puffy fur. "Are mew alone?" Cross pupils glanced around the area, searching for someone that could be Elliot disguised as a Digimon. No luck. Weird. "Ashpurr's in The Dark Area. His Digivice started beeping as soon as we got off the train." It seemed that the spirit user had an awfully strong radar on that thing, didn't it? "And we found it! It was rawrly easy," she informed, speaking a little too fast for her own good. "I think it's too easy, and asked," or harassed, "him to wait until I could find someone just in case it's a trap." Okay, now the cat just felt silly. She really was just being paranoid, wasn't she? "Can you come with meow, to make sure he doesn't get hurt?"
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Apr 22, 2017 5:20:34 GMT
Isaac let out a minor sigh of relief at Meicoomon's shocked reaction. "Hell, at least someone recognizes me," he said. Was it weird to be thankful in the face of someone else's shock and worry? Probably. However, the fact that he was still at least recognizably Isaac was of some comfort to the Impmon. His voice may have been higher and scratchier than usual, but that didn't seem to be as much of a problem as he expected.
Naturally, the first thing Meicoomon asked was if Isaac was alone. Isaac couldn't help but let out a bit of a bitter laugh. "Been for a while now," he said. 70 Digital World days, was it? It was almost hard to believe that on the other end of the spectrum, Elliot was only experiencing a week and a half of separation. What was an old scar for Isaac now must've still felt so fresh and painful for him. "Long story. But Elliot's out of the game now, probably for the best."
However, Meicoomon's confusion was a little bit disconcerting to Isaac. It felt like there were some critical details missing. "You know, I'm surprised you guys didn't hear. He rambled about everything to Asher. Jeez, I really hope he's been okay over there . . . " he said. Slowly he looked down at his feet, guilt washing over him. He was really messing up by not being there for Elliot. Then again, how could be? DATS would have him rounded up in no time, and he'd probably give his mother a heart attack just by showing up in the house.
That said, there seemed to be bigger problems going on. Namely, Asher was currently sitting on a spirit that he had found, and Meicoomon wanted an escort for him. "Wait," Isaac said, trying to understand the situation. "You just left him alone with a potential trap like that? What if it springs while you're gone or something?" No, no, this was no time for overthinking things. If something happened to Asher it was more important doing something about it than wondering about potentials.
The only question was whether Isaac could still do that something anymore. "I gotta admit, I'm not really what I used to be anymore," Isaac said. "But that doesn't mean I won't give it my best shot. Lead the way, okay?" Even as an Impmon, Isaac still had that same determined look on his face; a somewhat furrowed brow, slightly narrowed eyes, and an air of stillness settling about him.
The only thing different was the undercurrent of fear behind it all.
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Post by Asher on Apr 22, 2017 6:00:30 GMT
Tilting her head to the side, the cat released a confused purr. "Nobody told me anything." Did Asher know about whatever was going on with Elliot and his brother? What about the fact that Isaac was his coworker? Surely, he had missed some shifts! Right? Or, hadn't it actually been that long?
"Hopefurly, we'll have purrlenty of time later." After all, the Meicoomon didn't like to be left in the dark about things like that! Maybe, Whiskers would have to make Asher pay a visit to the Sunderland household soon.
Provided he safely made it out of this mess, at least. Fur prickled again, looking away from Isaac. "Mew know how he gets! It was either 'agree to hold still' or keep walking forward! He wasn't leaving!" Hopefully, Isaac could keep his own head in the game long enough for the assistance to even matter! "It wasn't an obvious trap!" She certainly hadn't just left Asher alone with a giant boulder attached to a rope on the ceiling, or something like that! "It's just an empty room! Doesn't that sound weird?" Maybe Whiskers just hadn't been on enough hunts. "The entire 'hunt' didn't really do anything, and the spot with the spurrit is just really dark. The only thing in the room is the totem." And a reflective floor, but that didn't really seem like an important detail. "He's purrobably already done something dumb." Who would expect anything less from Asher?
With a sigh of relief, the cat perked up a little. Maybe not everything was lost! Isaac was still willing to help! "It's bettfur than if I have to take a train all the way to the hooman world to find someone." Stop being a lolcat, Whiskers. Your cat 'puns' are ridiculous.
Turning on her heel (paw?), Meicoomon began back toward The Dark Area. This was going to be a long day, wasn't it?
Finally, returning to the place that she had left, the giant black dome came into sight. "It's in there." Did it look a little different than before? A few small cracks seemed to have formed in the otherwise solid structure, the feline noted, as she began toward the entrance. "Have mew ever seen this place befur?"
Probably not. Meicoomon certainly hadn't, until earlier today.
But, she couldn't help but stand in the doorway, in some attempt to block it for a moment, while recollecting a different air about Isaac. Was he feeling like he was forced to come here? "Mew rawrly don't have to come in, if you're not comfurtable."
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Apr 22, 2017 6:14:38 GMT
Isaac sighed at Meicoomon's response. Of course nobody told her. At least it helped narrow down Isaac's doubts hearing that. Asher was a really closed book sometimes, even thought he gave the vibe of a total gossip. If Elliot asked him to keep mum, or he simply didn't want to talk about the matter, nobody would be able to pry it out of him. Maybe there was some hope that Elliot didn't shut himself off from the rest of the world completely.
As they walked and talked, Meicoomon didn't seem to take kindly to what Isaac suggested. He took a slight step back as her fur prickled, hands raised in a gesture of appeasement. "Hey, hey, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to imply anything," he said. "I work with the guy for a living. I know how stubborn and frustrating he can be just as much as you do. I'm sure you did the best you could convincing him not to do anything too stupid or dangerous." That said, the circumstances did sound suspect. An empty room? Like, literally nothing? No puzzles, no other Digimon to fight, not even a pesky ghost? "Okay, that sounds really odd," he admitted, trying to match it up to all of his own spirit experiences. "There's nothing there? Like, at all? Just a spirit and darkness?" It was almost hard to believe, yet that made Isaac all the more sure Meicoomon was telling the truth.
"Yeah. I'm glad I found you in time," Isaac admitted. He didn't want Asher getting in trouble even if Asher drove him nuts. "Does Asher know other people in the Digital World who could've helped? Because I'm pretty sure trying to get Elliot to come back would've been one long conversation."
Upon seeing the dome, Isaac found himself looking upwards to try and capture its enormity. "Yep. You were not kidding when you said it was dark," he commented, squinting as if trying to peer through it. Were those cracks? There was no way in hell that meant anything good. "Never been here a day in my life, but that's described a lot of things before. No chance I'm turning back after coming all this way."
Isaac sighed, taking in a deep breath before activating his new spirit. The cocoon of light didn't even seem to form around him, Impmon fading into a silhouette before distending in every direction. Its arms dragged down to the floor before its legs stretched up high. Wings tore dramatically out of its back. Its ears curved up and straightened out, forming a pair of sharp horns. The first thing to become visible was its golden mask, with the rest of the silhouette fading quickly afterwards. NeoDevimon had arrived, already hunched into a battler's stance in preparation for a worst case scenario.
"Where do we go now?" Isaac asked, voice guttural and distorted. This was a far less pleasant transformation than Yasyamon.
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Post by Asher on Apr 22, 2017 6:57:48 GMT
Flattening her fur yet again, green eyes focused on the Impmon. "And I sleep in the same bed as him." Words hopefully never to be uttered by Isaac, especially! "Convincing can only last so long!" Asher was stubborn like that! Or maybe he was just impatient. Either way, it did not spell good things for anyone involved in this endeavor!
"There were a couple Digimon just-- I don't meow," Whiskers shrugged, trying to think about what the monsters had even been doing. "They were talking nyansense, mostly!" That was the best way to summarize anything! "Kitty and a Tinkermon, from that baby village that had Kinkakumon, were there, though. They looked like they were having fun?" Okay, so the Tinkermon didn't look like it was enjoying any of that. In fact, she seemed kind of pissed. But Wanyamon was loving every second of whatever it had been doing!
Rubbing her paws together, the cat tried to think about anyone actively in the Digital World that Asher could rely on. "Not rawrly? I was going to try to get you and Elliot, and if you weren't home, Karin and Jeanne." At least she knew where her human's 'friends' all lived! She'd even visited Karin's house on Asher's first day of digivolving! "We met a guy that could turn into a Guilmon once, but he kind of vanished. Not reliable for finding." That seemed to be a trend with people involved with Digimon. Either they showed up a lot, or completely disappeared off the face of the earth after a while!
Maybe that should be concerning.
"Or I was going to try to hire an old coworker." It was a weird concept, though. A digimon buying another digimon. What was the point in that? She certainly didn't want to spend forever with a creature in her debt! And nobody else was going to share Piper or Asher's beds with them! Those were hers, darn it!
Ears flattened again, as Isaac decided to digivolve. Hopefully, it wouldn't be necessary! "I," the cat paused, "don't think I've seen you with that before." What happened to Yasyamon? This guy was just creepy, and Asher would surely think the same!
Hopefully, there would be no replay of the Gargoylemon incident, that Asher had told her about.
Trying to shrug off the discomfort that the rookie suddenly felt, she turned to begin walking through the entrance. Once inside, Meicoomon found the grassy room bathed in a sunset, with a few dark grey clouds shuffling across the sky. "It's already getting dark?" Dark in a dark orb did not sound like a fun time! While the sunset was 'pretty' enough, the feline definitely didn't want to waste time.
"Oh! Old friend!" A voice called out from across the 'room.' Wizardmon stood, shoving several teapots and cups into his tablecloth makeshift bag. Which, really, looked like he had just ripped the cloth off of his party table and various items hadn't quite gotten the message that they needed to stay within the fabric. "And new friend! Come! Come! I still have tea! One pot!"
Sure enough, there was a single, moderately large teapot sitting on the corner of the table. "Not much time, though! I'm in a hurry, you see!"
"Oh, great," Whiskers mumbled, looking to NeoDevimon. Then, quickly looking away from the spirit. Nope, too creepy. "Don't tell me that Kitty is in the bag, too."
While she had thought the mumble was quiet enough, the Wizard began to laugh hysterically, shaking his head and pulling out two cups to fill with tea. "No, no! Cat's out of the bag! They left when the sun moved! It's been noon for weeks!" Now, the Champion decided to address the creature far more suited to the Dark Area than his companion. "Why so fierce? It's too early for such a mean," the wizard paused, noticing that one of the cups was overflowing, and quickly shifted the pot over to the other to allow it to do the same. Oh, but there wasn't a tablecloth to clean up the mess! "Mask. Are you hiding something underneath it? Fancy scar? Pain? Or are you too macho to show your pretty smile?" Corners of the Digimon's eyes creased, while its cape covered a smile, "or, maybe it's hiding cowardice?" Without missing a beat, the Wizardmon continued his ramble, "it's funny, all the things a mask can hide!"
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Apr 23, 2017 1:17:15 GMT
Isaac snickered at Meicoomon's comment about sharing a bed with Isaac. Coming out of NeoDevimon's throat, it sounded less amused and more like sludge being put through a blender. "My condolences," he said. "Why do I get the feeling he's a snorer? Something about him just screams he's a snorer." Maybe it was because Asher could never keep quiet, something Isaac figured transcended even sleep.
That said, more about this spirit hunt wasn't adding up in Isaac's mind. There were baby Digimon this far into the Dark Area? And they were enjoying themselves and talking nonsense? There was something uncomfortable on a primal level about this situation, and Isaac found an involuntary growl slipping past NeoDevimon's fangs. "Strange. And then it just became pitch black after a while?" he asked, trying to prepare for whatever situation he was about to stumble into.
Better they stumble into it together rather than alone, after all. "Makes sense," Isaac said, listening to Meicoomon's plan. "Elliot could've probably pointed you to some other help, too, but I'd get if you didn't want to bring in someone you don't already know." Speaking of, what was that Meicoomon mentioned about a co-worker? Isaac snorted somewhat in amusement. "So you're an undercover cop staking out Asher's place, eh? Always had a feeling he was suspicious," he joked.
That said, maybe jokes weren't the best idea right now. Meicoomon seemed almost as freaked out about NeoDevimon as Isaac was, if not more. "It's new," Isaac said, leaving the matter at that. Between that and his earlier comment about not being what he used to be, it may have been obvious that this wasn't much of an upgrade.
Already there was a painfully whimsical Wizardmon fluttering about, packing up teacups and insisting that the previous guests had all left. As soon as it called towards the group Isaac hunched over in a fighting stance, only to de-tense when he realized that the wizard meant no harm. His gesture was immediately answered, Wizardmon asking why he seemed so dark and hostile. As Isaac went to answer, it immediately pounced on the mask he wore. The best part of Wizardmon's analysis was that all four of the suggestions he made were correct.
There was one idea he missed, though. "None of the above," Isaac said. "I wear it to help me see. If you wear a mask right, it reveals just as much as it helps hide." For a brief second he was proud of the banter that he had responded with, only to quickly remember that he was trying to find his friend here. "But today I don't have any time for games. All I know is that there's someone we're looking for here, and we're not leaving 'til we find him. So if you've seen someone with red hair and glasses, could you show us the way?" The tone of his voice indicated that he did not want to hear the wrong answer.
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Post by Asher on Apr 24, 2017 10:01:37 GMT
What kind of word was 'condolences'? Judging from context, it was sorry. But was that a laugh? Or was NeoDevimon choking on something? It was really hard to tell. Spirit users made for very confusing company. "Not at all, actmewlly!" The cat shook her head, thinking about how surprisingly quiet her human was. "Purrhaps, mew don't know him very well?" At least, not well enough to share a bed!
Then again, Asher likely wouldn't be alright with even sleeping in the same room as Isaac. Let alone sharing a bed!
"It's three rooms," the cat tried to explain. Hunt places were weird. Then again, the Digital World as a whole was pretty weird from an outsider. "Sunny in one. Normal in anothpurr. Dark in the last one." Meicoomon was never one that was particularly great at details, after all. Maybe she needed to read some of Piper's books. They couldn't be that hard to figure out, could they?
While the feline might have considered answering the Elliot part, she found herself more distracted by the next part. "Undercovpurr what? Why would I do that?" Was she offended? Placing a paw on her chest, the feline huffed. "I don't care about laws. I have the purrfect job fur being a cat." Or, being lazy most of the time, really. Being for-hire really had its 'purrks!' "Why? Did mew want a contract?" Don't accept contracts from weird cat monsters! Rule number one of not becoming a magical girl!
...Maybe that was why Asher only turned into women.
"I'm loyal to Ashpurr, though. Remempurr that." At least that alliance was for sure. Asher took priority! Still, hopefully the spirit user would notice that Meicoomon was almost entirely joking.
Once Wizardmon had gotten ahold of them, though, Isaac seemed less interested in friendly banter. At his first response to his question, creases deepened along the monster's eyes while smile widened, "I don't adv-" But, rather than interrupting the NeoDevimon's further comments, he chose to listen. And, on top of that, he chose to further the thought. "I see. Curious! What do you hope it better helps you see?"
Rather than being intimidated even by the spirit user's fighting stand, it made another gesture at the tea. "Sadly, I don't have a tea pot big enough for you," he lamented. Tinkermon was so perfectly sized. She was silenced by tea traps so well! "I don't have time for games, either! What a dilemma! Barely time for tea! Drink! The sun is setting! It's best to take your leave sooner than later."
Rather than answering the question, eyes turned to the feline in the group. "If he didn't leave with you, he didn't leave at all! Two enters, one exits? Why, I figured he had died."
That was enough to fluff the Meicoomon's tail up again.
"Irritable boys make irritable company. No wonder the time is flying." The digimon paused to pretend to look at its watch. "On the topic, eyes lifted to look at the second 'irritable boy' that had recently entered the room. "You're definitely not a fit. Shouldn't waste your time!" What, did the wizard think that Isaac planned on taking the spirit? "Never heard of a backstabbing cat before. Bring one in to clear the path, another to steal the treasure? She wouldn't approve!"
Fur remained puffed, as the Meicoomon let out a huff, "I'm not that kind of Digimon!" Nobody should tarnish the poor cat's name!
Waving a hand in the air, the Wizardmon gave a shrug. "And I'm not letting cat nor lost sheep pass until someone has tea. You're being rude. Do you know nothing of manners?"
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Apr 25, 2017 5:26:44 GMT
"Really, now?" Isaac asked. So Asher didn't in fact snore. Maybe that was why he talked so much. All the noise he built up while sleeping had to come out while he was awake. "Looks like we learn something new every day." In fact, today Isaac learned two things! Apparently this was just one room within the dome, and there would be two more to follow. Interesting.
That said, Meicoomon took the undercover cop thing strangely harshly. "Okay, so you're a cat burglar. Got it," Isaac said, voice as dry as a piece of stale toast. The pun was so sarcastic that not even Isaac could draw enjoyment from it, and he was the one who said it in the first place! "Although I don't think I need a contract. Maybe someone to watch out for Elliot while I'm gone? No, no, that would raise way too many questions . . ." He let his train of thought run wild, although it promptly slammed into the wall known as perfectionism. There was no chance anyone would do as good of a job at watching Elliot as he did.
At least there was some honor among thieves. Isaac didn't really care who was loyal to who, but it was maybe a small comfort knowing that Meicoomon wouldn't rob him blind in the middle of the night. Or stab him. Or something.
If only she could stab Wizardmon. From the tone in his voice to his quipping and questioning, he was starting to get insufferably twee. When asked what his mask let him see, Isaac was very tempted to say something insulting about all of the stalling and bullshitting that Wizardmon was doing right now. Instead, he managed to rein in NeoDevimon enough to muster up a proper answer. "It helps me see when I'm in danger," he said. "See when others mean me harm. Or look to take advantage of me. See when they're sneaking around, plotting.
See when someone's giving me the run-around." His claws inched forward slightly yet dangerously, Isaac not yet giving the spirit permission to strike.
At mention of Asher dying, Isaac sunk into a slightly deeper fighting stance. It seemed like Meicoomon was rattled by it as well, judging by how her tail flared out. And was he accusing them of colluding to steal Asher's spirit? "I've got plenty," Isaac snarled. "Wouldn't want one with his germs on it anyway." At least even NeoDevimon was capable of being petty about Asher. It wouldn't be one of Isaac's forms without that. "Now, who's she?"
It was unlikely the question would be answered. Not with this madman refusing to shut up about tea. An arm snapped forward, as if to throttle Wizardmon, only for Isaac to stop it short. Refreshing as it would be, Isaac wasn't going to let that happen. What could he do, though? Turn into Impmon and be vulnerable? Or risk one of the forms tainted by the D-Reaper? It was a horrid predicament, and Isaac found himself with no real idea of what to do. Why couldn't he have a form untouched by the whole mess?
Oh, wait. He did! Orochimon may have been a fraction of Devidramon's essence, but that also meant he would only have a fraction of the taint. While Isaac still wouldn't feel comfortable staying in the form for long, he felt like he could at least muster up a brief Slide Digivolution. As his arm retraced shadowy flame wreathed around his body, the NeoDevimon preparing himself to take on his next form.
The shadowy pile smoldered for a bit, eight writhing pillars launching out. These eight pillars soon formed into eight heads, the flames subsiding to reveal their snakelike shapes. The flame around Isaac passed too, revealing Orochimon's long, powerful body. Briefly he inspected himself, relieved to see no red veins, suspicious looking eyes, or dripping plasma. "Depends. Do you have enough tea for nine?" Isaac asked, smugly grinning down at the Wizardmon. It was time to beat him at his own game.
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Post by Asher on Apr 25, 2017 6:37:38 GMT
Eyes rolls at the cat burglar pun. While, normally, the feline would greatly enjoy such comments, it wasn't as fun when it was a jab at her job! "I'm nyat a petty thief," Whiskers added, slowly. But, did Isaac seriously consider hiring someone to keep an eye on Elliot? "He doesn't need someone to look out fur him," she pointed out, quickly.
What was with Isaac needing to have Elliot on a leash? The feline had to wonder if he knew just how he sounded.
Instead, everyone was stuck being way too aware of how the stupid wizard sounded! And how intimidating a NeoDevimon could be. Or, at least, everyone except for Wizardmon saw the intimidation. Could his smile widen any further? "Are you sure that sight is honest? Or do you just see what you want to through it?" The Digimon challenged, with a tilt of his head.
"That 'said'," Wizardmon began, making a motion toward NeoDevimon's sudden lurch toward him. "Violence is frowned upon!" Not even a quiver of fear echoed in the Digimon's bouncy voice. "So you should stop seeing red, before I destroy the only entrance and exit to the other rooms. We don't need anyone getting riled up!" At least the champion had confirmed his theory. Isaac was surely a spirit user, if he already 'had plenty' of whatever he could be seeking here. "Germs is hardly a reason to avoid something of value!"
Of course, the digimon refrained from answering the next question. Nobody was having tea! Whiskers stared at the cup in front of her, concerned about what kind of tea it could be, before looking to Isaac. His choice in spirit wasn't the best for tea time, was it? Luckily, it seemed there was an alternative!
"Are nine heads better than one?" Pulling out several more cups, and a larger pot of tea that had been clearly leaking into his tablecloth bag, the Wizard looked far more content with the change of pace. "Ah! I was right, then! You can't use this spirit," he hummed. Oh, had that just been a guess earlier? Eh, only to an extent. There could always be more than one reason that a person would be incompatible! Either way, there didn't seem to be any loss for the champion, as he splashed tea across the table and into eight more cups. "You still don't have much time. Rather than being sour, you could have been compliant from the get-go! Then, we wouldn't be pushing how long it's wise to stay!"
"Are we serawrously stopping fur tea? Ashpurr and I didn't do this befur."
Wizardmon didn't care to answer the question, instead looking expectantly at Isaac to see if any of the snakes would attempt the tea. "If you don't know who She is, you're more lost than I expected," the Digimon finally answered toward the spirit user's earlier question. "Did you know that the walls are alive?" Creepy question!
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Apr 25, 2017 18:00:38 GMT
"When we've been tangled in Digimon business for over a year, and now neither of us can break out half the power we used to? Yes, he does," Isaac insisted. The last thing he'd ever want to imagine was Elliot coming back into the Digital World, still weak and under-prepared, only to get attacked by old foes who had only been getting stronger. However, judging by the sorrowful tone of voice, that wasn't the only thing currently weighing on him. "And maybe I just want someone who can contact him for me. And tell me how he's doing. And . . ." He drifted off, looking down at his feet. "And let him know that I miss him."
Upon Wizardmon's challenge, he snapped out of his little funk. "It's as honest as any other sight, I'd say," he said. "As honest as we let it be. Why don't you tell me what you see?"
It was probably a good thing that Isaac shifted to a more stable form, all things considered. It sounded like Wizardmon could leave them stranded if he really wanted. Normally Isaac would've called that kind of bluff, but he wasn't really interested in getting him, Meicoomon, and Asher alike killed today. Who knew what Digimon were capable of when they really put their minds to it? The Orochimon reset to a much more relaxed stance, undoing the harsh fighting stance that NeoDevimon had left him in.
As much as Isaac really didn't want to drink the tea, it seemed Wizardmon wouldn't budge until somebody did. He slid the tip of his tail through the handle of the first teacup, pouring it down one of his puppet heads. This would be the first test. Funny odor or taste? Burning sensation? Acid, even? Basically anything but poison could be tested through one of these puppet heads, even if with diminished sensory impact. Provided he didn't notice anything fishy he'd continue unhindered, repeating the process another time for each puppet head. That would just leave one last cup. For a brief moment he considered swapping heads, pouring it down one of the puppet heads in case it really was poisoned. Would Wizardmon notice the deception, though?
Eh. No reason to lie just yet. Shrugging his spare necks as if they were shoulders, Isaac drank the last cup down with his real head.
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Post by Asher on Apr 26, 2017 4:47:59 GMT
Green eyes lifted to look at the spirit user, rather curiously. What in the world had happened to the boys? Either way, NeoDevimon wasn't someone she wanted to question on the subject. "I don't need a contract to do that fur mew," Meicoomon offered, with a shrug. Don't make it sound like a big deal. Drawing attention to something like this didn't feel like the right thing to do in front of a nightmare soldier. "Mew help me with my human. I'll help with yours." Or not. She wasn't going to press on the subject, if he said no.
Wizardmon was better at pressing on subjects, but even he knew a limit. Or, it was the discomfort with a lack of sufficient answer that he enjoyed, instead. "I see a lot of things," the Champion chimed, smile still obvious under fabric. And, after the digivolution to a snake monster, he added, "For instance, right now I see a snake." At least he didn't say 'a dummy'! Or, perhaps he should have! Surely, it was harder to rile up a snake!
Sniffing her own tea cup, Whiskers watched as Isaac downed all of his tea. He was going to need a bathroom sooner than later, with all of that liquid! Rather than drinking her own, she simply sniffed at it and stuck her tongue into the liquid a single time.
It was sweet! Raspberry, most likely, from what the cat could figure. Which was enough for her to call smelling the item good enough. Meicoomon wasn't a huge fan of raspberry. Not that she'd tell Wizardmon that, in risk of him finding her a different beverage in his progressively more wet looking sack. He obviously hadn't emptied any of those tea pots out before shoving them in there.
Now that the wizard had watched Isaac down all of his tea, the Digimon seemed far more complacent. "Good! Good! Now, we're all friendly, and nobody is going to bloody the place!" Tea didn't equate to any of that, but as far as Wizardmon was concerned, it did! "Now, what was it that you had asked about? I forgot."
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Apr 26, 2017 5:26:56 GMT
Isaac perked up at Meicoomon's response, which was honestly quite surprising. Orochimon may not have been as unnerving as the disproportionate NeoDevimon, but he was still an 8-headed nightmare snake. He should not look like an excitable teen! "You'd really do that for me?" Isaac asked, eight smiles spreading across each of his heads. "That'd really mean a lot. Thank you."
It also meant a lot that Wizardmon had dropped a lot of the whimsy, quipping, and accusations from earlier. If Isaac had to keep debating how masks worked, he was going to blow a gasket. Then again, with the mask being a nonissue, maybe the Wizardmon wouldn't take umbridge with him anymore. "Exactly. One's nature can change dramatically on a whim, can it not?" he found himself asking, realizing just how weird being a Spirit User must have been for those of more consistent forms. "Of course, even as everything else changes, some things always stay the same. Strange, isn't it?"
He was pleasantly surprised to find that the tea was not poison. Instead it was just raspberry. Frankly, he'd had better at the maid cafe, but this wasn't bad or anything. In fact, it was actually kind of nice. "Oh," he said, immediately letting his guard drop in the face of how silly his paranoia had been. NeoDevimon egging things on certainly didn't help any, but he had to admit that at least part of it was due to him. "Not bad. Thank you!"
He cleared his throats slightly, trying to get past this awkward stumble. "Please forgive the worries earlier. When a friend mysteriously vanishes and I'm dropped in strange circumstances, I tend to bristle a bit," he admitted. "Anyway, he's who we asked about earlier. Red hair, pretty tall, glasses, was with Meicoomon here a bit earlier. Do you know how we can find him? It's been a while since we've seen him, and we're worried for the worst."
See, Isaac? That was much better.
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Post by Asher on Apr 26, 2017 6:12:02 GMT
Should snakes look like excited boys? In this case, probably. After all, despite physically being a multi-headed monster, there was still a teenager inside of there. "No purroblem," the cat responded, ears twitching. It wasn't like she had to look very far for Elliot, if he was only in the human world. That place was usually pretty easy for a rookie to traverse with no issue.
Adjusting his hat, the Wizardmon responded with, "you would know." Spirit users were weird. He had to admit, he wasn't the most fond of their particular kind. It was unnatural to turn from squishy mortal to monster! And an entirely other matter if it came down to death. "Everything's strange, if you have enough time to think about it. This place is strange! So is your face. -es. Faces. Plural! How many faces can one have at one time?" This guy was about to get stuck on his own thoughts, wasn't he? He would probably make a decent friend for a certain Kudamon.
It took until the Orochimon cleared its throats for the wizard to remember that they were conversing. "It's not really mysterious, is it? You know why he came here. I know why we came here. Mystery solved." After all, most people came to this place with some sort of purpose. "I see it all the time. Anyone wanting further than this room only has one goal. And those who want to stay here have different ones." And it certainly wasn't to play with mirrors with Chamelemon! "He's not dead. The sun's still setting," the champion informed, matter-of-fact. "If he was, it would likely be noon again. I do wish it was noon."
This warranted a glare from Whiskers. "Does that mean you wish he was dead?"
"If it skips night, yes," the wizard commented, with a point from his finger. "Speaking of." The Digimon began to shove more of his belongings into his tablecloth sack, "I keep saying we should leave, but you keep stalling me!" Stupid visitors, coming at bad hours! "I also have not seen him since he answered my riddle earlier," now, Wizardmon paused to give a curious look, "it left me with questions, more than answers. What is a Poe?" The world may never know!
Or at least, not Wizardmon. Whiskers, herself, let out a groan. She'd already forgotten that these monsters made less sense than her airheaded human did. Constantly.
Anyway! Yes, yes. That would mean he's still up!" For a moment, the wizard pointed at the sky, then altered the direction of his finger to the stone stairs further back in the 'room.' Unlike earlier, they had begun to crack, a few missing pieces from the steps laying across the grass. "Can't say I advise staying, though! It's best to wait for noon to roll back around." Returning to his cleaning of his items, the monster began to hum a happy tune. "But, by then, your search will have no point."
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