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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Apr 17, 2018 3:13:40 GMT
"I could have," Isaac said. "But I didn't. And now, if I did, I'd be turning my back on both those I can help and those who I've taken with me along the way." Even back before the D-Reaper, Isaac could have probably found some way to leave the Digital World. Even if his spirits were still bound and dormant, at least they would be bound and dormant together. His Digivice would be like an old folks home, for magic rocks that turned into monsters.
Still, dormancy probably wasn't for everyone. "I figure for some, that's the case," Isaac said. "That's why NeoDevimon is here. He and I are connected for one reason only. We each have the drive to get back to our normal lives, or at least something resembling them." There was a strong chance neither NeoDevimon or Isaac would ever end up fully the same again. However, the will to press on and seize control of their lives again was worth putting everything on the line for. "Can't say I'll take your advice on siblings, though. I'm not sitting on Elliot," Isaac added, eyes narrowed and voice firm. "It would be mean, and he is way too bony to make a good chair."
If Antylamon was talking wills, Isaac's was proving quite formidable and stubborn. Even after the all-too-cruel low blow that she had dealt to him, he was still insisting on trying to refute as many of her points as possible. However, her current point was a rather frightening one. Antylamon had god-knows-how-many years on Asher, and her recently reawakened will had basically left him comatose without even trying. If she wanted, she could probably make good on her threat to erase Asher altogether. "You wouldn't," Isaac snarled, clenching his fists tightly. Thankfully, Antylamon quickly corroborated that. He let out a sigh, the tension in his body rolling out as he realized Asher would be okay. "I know you aren't doing this for me, but thank you," he said. "He might be thickheaded. But he's thickheaded and my friend. And I'd really prefer not having to worry about him every five minutes."
At the level distance, Isaac let out a slight huff. "And if we were to tie the level difference up?" Isaac asked. "I've come this far helping Asher out, and I'm already looking for the rest of my spirits. When I find them, I could help you fight. Although if Asher claims the spirit as well, I imagine that this could be tricky." It would take surgical precision to fight Asher down enough to make Antylamon's mother relax, but not enough to risk him getting hurt. If Antylamon was only being stopped by her care for the others, her mother would likely have no such qualms.
Isaac clenched his teeth as Antylamon asked him who he would blame. "Me, of course," he said. "I'm not saying it's all my fault. The things that man did . . . like hell I'll ever forgive him for them. But what comes next is my responsibility. I'm not letting that be an excuse to not break the cycle. I'm going to be better than him, even if it takes everything I've got."
And such was the way of Isaac. Each moment of fragility gave way to more determination, even if it just held long enough to get to the next break.
Right now, though, the only thing breaking would be the ice. Isaac's eyes lit up as he realized how familiar the area was, and he promptly turned down to look at Antylamon. "We've been here before. This area's safe," he said. "Now I just need to get through the ice . . ." He gave the crack a few gentle raps, then realized that he really wasn't much of a physical fighter. All he had was his Explosive Teleport and his Imp-losion when it came to hurting things, and neither was really a great fit for this situation.
Still, maybe that was a small mercy. The water would swallow up the worst of the Imp-losion, so he wouldn't need to worry about causing a cave-in. He counted to three and then snapped his fingers in the water, what was normally a large, combustible fireball now a small sparking boom. Would it be enough to get Antylamon and Isaac to the altar?
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Post by Asher on Apr 28, 2018 0:40:12 GMT
"Now if you did," the Digimon stated, slowly, "you'd likely be trapped as a Digimon. And, that does not seem ideal for someone who was not born as such." It was hard to pity someone who played with things they didn't understand, though! Which was the exact reason Antylamon couldn't bring herself to pity her own host! Not that he would want her to, anyway.
It was a shame that Isaac couldn't agree with her on sitting on siblings. "You're probably too small, anyway," she pointed out, with a shrug. After all, Antylamon was one of the larger siblings in her family! Kinkakumon had those pointy gauntlets, though. Nobody really liked being poked by them, which was great discouragement when it came to utilizing anyone as a seat. Oh well. It wasn't like the Ultimate was capable of crushing any obnoxious siblings under her weight anyway! They all weighed pretty much nothing now that they were spirits!
As far as being thanked for keeping Asher alive, though? That was just weird. "I'm not the one you'll have to worry about, anyway," she added, casually. After all, she wasn't going to be the final addition to this 'team', and who knew what Asher was going to have to deal with in the future! Either way, the bunny leaned forward a bit, clearly enjoying a chance to taunt the teen. "It's so sweet of you to call him your friend. I'm sure he'll love that piece of knowledge when he wakes up." When. Antylamon wasn't looking forward to that 'when,' considering it meant that she wasn't able to roam freely! What a pain.
Isaac was kind of a pain, too, though. Was he really that optimistic about being helpful? "Only a couple of spirits to go," the bunny commented, with a playful hum. "He'll claim the spirit, because that's what he does. And, a totem untouched will not react, regardless." How else would it come alive, after all? "I'd hazard a guess that he won't have a say, either way." Head tilted, thoughtfully, as the Beast debated the subject a little. "It's hard to say, really. Though, I suspect things will escalate rapidly, once Kinkakumon's totem is fixed." Red eyes lifted to the ceiling, while Antylamon gave a shrug. "Hopefully you're capable of progressing quickly, too, if you intend to be anything more than fodder." Morbid thought.
Though, any seriousness had been lost in Isaac's ability to blame himself. A soft snicker started from the rabbit, which soon turned to laughter. Rather than properly acknowledging the boy's feelings and determination, the bunny just shook her head. This was a moment where she didn't feel necessary to burst his bubble. Or encourage him, for that matter. Maybe, that was a sign that Asher was keeping her at least slightly controlled.
In fact, she didn't even say anything when Isaac found a safe location to break! At the small boom, the Digimon would look to the Baby in her hand, hearing several little pops around her. Sparks began to spray from each of the Bommon, as their fuses lit up around the cave. Shoulders sunk a little, while the beast debated just how frustrating a dozen baby bombs would be, if they were to detonate. They must have decided that the sound was similar enough to one of their own self-destructing!
Not that this mattered for long, as Isaac would soon find that his attack worked! So well, in fact, that gravity had shifted, and water began pouring from the ceiling, in the same place that he had cleared! Surely, this would cause a little turbulence for the Impmon, if he remained in the water. But, as it poured down, it only filled the pool that was already present, and would soon clear away from the spot that once held ice.
Seeing the 'waterfall' from the sky, each of the recently-distressed Bommon began to simmer down, bouncing closer to the water for a better look. With any luck, they would sizzle out before anyone could accidentally get hurt from their own fuse! Antylamon took this opportunity to put down the baby that she had been holding, and began to float toward the hole in the ceiling.
With water out of the way, it was obvious that the Imp-losion had caused a bit of damage to the nearby ice, creating a spiderweb-like pattern for several inches. But, he had succeeded in blowing an appropriately sized hole in it, at least! "Looks sufficient," the spirit pointed out, lazily. "Might not want to jump on the floor, once you're in there, though." After all, nobody wanted to fall through another hole, if they were to stomp their way through the fragile ice! There wouldn't be any water for padding, this time around!
Once within the altar room, however, they'd find it wasn't quite as dark as it had once been. Instead, the walls would occasionally buzz and flicker, as if they were television monitors. Every moment or two, electronic hums would fill the air, occasionally littered with garbled recordings, while white and grey static scattered across the walls. And then, it would dim again. Maybe, it was a good thing that Isaac wasn't still utilizing NeoDevimon! The poor Digimon would have had a sensory overload!
After entering the room, the rabbit would continue to hover just above the floor, slowly shifting her head to examine the area. "And, what was it that we're looking to do?"
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on May 3, 2018 0:17:20 GMT
"Gee, you think?" Isaac asked, rolling his eyes slightly at Antylamon's question. "I'd certainly like to be able to see my girlfriend, family, and friends again. You know, without having to spend my time either hiding in a closet or running from the Digi Police." Who even was the Digi Police nowadays? DATS was gone, so did that fall onto AEGIS? Ah, it didn't matter. Antylamon was too ancient to really get any reference there, so Isaac figured he'd just go general with it. "Honestly, the rest I can deal with. I was pretty sure I'd never get to be a normal, ordinary human again once this journey began. But there's no chance in hell I'm going to leave behind the people who mean the most to me," he added. Those were big words, coming from someone who was currently making a concerted effort to avoid his friends. But at least Isaac was dodging them so he could find a cure and hurt as few people as possible, rather than sulking in his room like a certain other Sunderland.
He huffed, cheeks puffing out indignantly as he leaned up on his tiptoes to return Antylamon's teasing lean. "Yeah. I think he's a friend. So what?" Isaac challenged. "Do you really think I'd be out here risking my butt for someone I couldn't stand? Especially right after I just got over a near-death experience? Maybe Elliot would do that, but I already know I'm not cut out for it." Glowing review of your "friend" here, Isaac! Actions spoke louder than words, though, and right now Isaac was here running himself ragged in search of missing pieces of a temple just so the bunny that lived in Asher's head would maybe give him a break.
Yeah. Isaac's life would've been impossibly weird even before the whole Reaper thing.
It sounded like Asher's was about to get quite odd too. His totems would be fast approaching their completion, and it sounded like Antylamon was already gearing up for a war. "I'd rather take my time with each form. Learn it, first, instead of rushing from one to the next," he said, wondering just what Antylamon had meant by progressing. "Besides, I have a form a lot stronger than both of us combined. I may not be able to reach it right now, but I've got a little secret that'll let me hit it no problem. So, who should be progressing, again?" Isaac smirked cheekily. Honestly, the fact that he had a panic button and last ditch weapon in his back pocket was massively reassuring. Sure, Mikemon said not to use it, but how bad could it be? If only Isaac knew that he'd waste all three of his panic buttons before the final bout like a fool. Maybe Future Isaac could write him an IOU.
This posturing contest between him and Asher couldn't go on forever, though. It had mercifully paused, giving Isaac just enough time to scout out the ice and blow a hole in it. He certainly didn't expect the water's flow to reverse out of nowhere, basically smashing Isaac into the ground like a waterfall. He coughed as he hit the ground, scrambling out of the torrent before he'd be embedded right into the floor. Once he was out he tilted his head to the side, lifting up a floppy ear with one hand and whacking the back of his head with the other to dislodge the water. "Ugh, I think some got up my nose," Isaac muttered, voice a little nasally from how clogged up he had been. "'Least my job here's done now. Never going waterfall hunting. She didn't seem to be waiting for him, so he sighed and hurried along after her.
He made sure to heed her advice, floating instead of walking on the ground. "I'll try not touching it at all. See if it works out," Isaac said, clearly proud of his control over his ability to float. In the time since the D-Reaper incident, he had learned enough control over Impmon's flight to at least hover gently above the ground for most of a day. Getting deeply in touch with at least one of his spirits was a benefit of being stuck in a permanent regression like this, although really Isaac was just glad he didn't always have to be so tiny.
He began floating towards the static infused wall, checking them for any strange looks. "We're looking for the fractal code. The base string that makes this place up," Isaac explained. "There's a lot of code in the Digital World, but each place has a little loop of it that it's based on. Find and purify the code, and boom. You can undo a crapton of harm done to an area. Handle it bad, and you could risk leaving the place more messed up than you started." Really, Isaac didn't have much experience on his own merits. He only had the temple where Iko's sword came from to remember, and his own hesitance left ugly scars all over the land. Apparently spirit users were innately talented at it, though, so Isaac figured if he actually stepped up this time he'd have a good chance of setting things right.
Now all the duo had to do was find it.
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Post by Asher on May 6, 2018 7:18:42 GMT
"I cannot fit in a closet," was the first thing Antylamon pulled from Isaac's response. Because, surely that was the most important part of the entire piece! "You could invite those people to the Digital World to see you. If they care, they should oblige," she finally added, as a bit of advice. Not that she expected the boy to take it. But, as the rabbit was growing tired, her focus on the conversation seemed to be waning. So, instead, she began to carefully pick which parts to both pay attention to and respond! Would Isaac risk himself for someone he wasn't fond of? There was a hum, while the Digimon rearranged her thoughts. Calculating... Calculating. Oh! "Yes." Wow. For that much inner debate, one would think she'd have a better response than that! "You're not cut out for it. But, your conscience would likely make you act heroic, regardless." Or, that's what Asher seemed to have established, at the very least! Would his thought have been wrong? Antylamon would find out soon enough. Or not. She didn't really care! Why did anyone need to learn about the ins and outs of their spirits before moving onto the next? "Do your spirits not provide you with the necessary reflexes to use them immediately?" Sure, Kinkakumon had been a bit of a bumpy ride for the first time. But, Asher hadn't quite learned the ropes! Then again, he was also being controlled by a rabbit, and his spirits somewhat merged their mentalities with him to keep him alive while using their forms. So, maybe Asher was just unlucky. "If you can't reach the form that you're boasting about," she was quick to point out, "then it's as useless as if you didn't have it." Antylamon wasn't one for 'little secrets' that could aid someone. From her experiences, any secret of the sort likely came with some sort of backlash. If there even was a secret, to begin with. If only the beast had paid attention to Isaac being both slammed into the ground, and inhaling water. It would have provided her with plenty of fuel to tease him! Alas, she was more focused on the task at hand! Though, a couple of Bommon spent a few seconds squeaking and hopping alongside the Impmon, as if making sure he was okay. At least someone cared. Something Antylamon did care about was the part where Isaac might mess up her home more than before! "For both of our safety, I'd prefer us to avoid the latter." Upon touching the wall, Isaac might feel a slight tingle through his glove. A small vibration, before a voice crackled through the static. One that Isaac should recognize all too well! Would he remember the actual conversation? "What can I say? I'm just being honest! Something you wouldn't know if it grew teeth and bit you in the ass." Wow. That didn't sound friendly. Why was that playing, of all things? Maybe, the sanctuary was reacting oddly to the touch of someone that held far too many memories with Antylamon's host. For a brief second after the audio clip, a surveillance-like video scattered across the screen. In shoddy black and white, Antylamon was displayed, sitting on the first floor, Kinkakumon standing in front of her, while the two appeared to be having an important conversation. Despite the Oni digimon's mouth moving, it seemed that this audio log was broken, unlike those attached to Asher! Antylamon stared at the wall, unblinking, and completely silent throughout. Behind her, the altar where her totem once sat seemed to digitize, briefly. For the duration of both clips, the pedestal became hazy, while garbled digicode attempted to shine through. Not for long, though! After about twenty seconds, both clips had ended, and with a small pulse, the item became solid again. Would Isaac have even noticed such a thing, in that short of an amount of time?
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on May 6, 2018 20:21:47 GMT
Antylamon had a good point. However, that presented quite the conundrum. "If I had a way of contacting them, I think I'd take you up on that," Isaac admitted. "Elliot's got my D-Terminal, though. So unless I'm going around putting up fliers, it's risking life and limb in the human world for me. Unless . . ." He let out a slight hum, turning to Antylamon. "You don't think Asher has one I could borrow, do you?" he asked, a brief bit of hope coming back into his voice. He couldn't promise that he'd use to contact a lot of people, but . . . he had to at least reach out to Maia and Elliot, right? They needed to know that he was okay.
Antylamon seemed to disagree he'd keep it on the down low. In fact, she made it sound like he was a straight-up hero. Not that he was good at being one, of course, but he had the heart of one no matter how much he denied it. "I am not," Isaac protested nonetheless. "I just wouldn't forgive myself if I let anything bad happen. That's not being a hero. That's just not being a jerk." Were those the same thing? Isaac seemed to think being a capital-h Hero involved something above or beyond that, at least.
"The spirits give instinct, but that's only part of the game," Isaac said, as Antylamon asked about spirit instincts. "I also need to commit the muscle memory to honing those instincts and making them my own. And I need to learn to filter them through my own experiences in fighting. Even try putting my own spin on them, or coming up with new techniques my spirits have never used before. The initial instincts are the start, but in an all-out fight like this we need all the advantage we can get.
As for my form? I may have the means of using it right here in the palm of my hand." Isaac grinned slightly as he showed Antylamon the Demon Pulls, unraveling them from his glove. "I only get three shots to purify my corrupted forms and bring them back. But I think I can afford to keep one in my back pocket for helping you."
At least now there wasn't any need for final forms. Right now, the only unpleasantness that Isaac had to deal with was hearing the ugliness in his voice from him and Asher fighting. He visibly cringed, bashfully sliding his bandanna up to cover his mouth. "At least that was the turnaround point," Isaac muttered, clearly displeased by hearing that repeated at him. "If anything, I'm glad we had that fight, if only so we could move past it." He scanned the horizon, worriedly, as if hoping that a happier memory would spontaneously spring up before him. This couldn't possibly be what Asher associated him with, could it?
Maybe he deserved that.
Upon seeing the altar digitize, Isaac snapped into action. He floated for the structure, dive-bombing it only to find that it turned solid a second too soon. In a panic Isaac thrust his hands out, breathing heavily as he realized he was seconds from concussing himself against solid stone. "So, uh, what were you two saying there?" Isaac asked, noting Antylamon's dead silence throughout the little flashback. "And do you think you could cause another memory like that? When our "clips" were playing, the altar faded and I could see the fractal code. Maybe that's just what we need to bring your sanctum back to normal."
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Post by Asher on Dec 2, 2018 5:48:23 GMT
The question posed about some sort of device seemed hopeful to Isaac. Antylamon almost felt bad with her response. "A what?" There was a pause, as the rabbit seemed to space out for a moment, searching for any reference Asher may have even heard regarding such an item. But, ultimately, the beast gave a dismissive shrug. "He certainly doesn't own one. I can't find memory of someone even mentioning the word." Granted, she wasn't capable of using his mind as a proper search engine. It was entirely possible that it was a buried or forgotten memory. She could say with fair certainty that he didn't own something by that title though! Perhaps, silence would be the most obvious response to Isaac's protests of not being a hero, however. The rabbit wouldn't spend all day disagreeing with him. And, when it was obvious she was not changing her mind, one could only hope that the silence would be a powerful enough indicator that she didn't even feel the need to defend her point. She was just that spot-on! Red eyes stared down at the pills as the Impmon explained his rationalization, to which she gave another shrug. "I can beat you into the ground regardless of your muscle memory," she pointed out. Most definitely full of herself, did the Beast have enough power to really pull that off? It was hard to tell. And, with her host facing a lack of consciousness, she surely couldn't pull off full-power at the time being. "If those pills are so valuable, you likely should be careful on their usage," she'd point out, with a quick addition of, "and shouldn't show them off to strangers." Right. Despite being Asher deep down, Antylamon very much was not her host. "I will not dictate how, or when, you utilize them." To help or not, the rabbit never cared much for requiring outside assistance. A common trait with her host. Now, if another trait that he had was holding grudges, she wasn't entirely sure. But that clip that had played was clearly something that stuck in his mind. She would definitely judge Isaac for it, however. They were less than ideal words that had been spit out, after all. Though, the silent film that played afterward was also something that the rabbit didn't care to recollect much. Upon being asked the question about what words were passed, she gave a dismissive shrug. Slowly, she would state, "it's irrelevant." The drop in tone surely conveyed that the subject that not been, but whatever had occurred during the conversation was not one that she cared to share. Perhaps it was a bad memory. Or something more. But the rabbit clearly did not want to relive it. Despite Isaac apparently wanting a nice stroll through memory lane. "I didn't do that," she stated, bluntly. What had caused it, though? Head tilted, thinking for a moment. Slowly, the bunny reached out a hand to touch the wall, much like Isaac had previously. There was a small hiss, as a sudden pain ran through the rabbit's mind. The screen lit up again, in a first person view, from what seemed to be a bird. "What will happen if you don't come back?" The creature shifted to clearly stare at Devidramon that Isaac would surely recognize. "Why would I ever not come back?" 'Isaac' asked, looking almost confused. Was this Asher's recollection of that situation? The bird's view alternated from looking forward, to looking back toward Devidramon for their conversation. "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." Sure enough, the altar would flicker throughout the recording. The longer the clip played, the more it seemed to fade out, and the more clearly data began to shine in its place. To avoid losing the opportunity to fix her home, the Beast Spirit placed her hand back to the wall. Another prickle of pain, as it seemed that the wall was either attempting to reject her, or find something new to play. This time, the screen flickered as if there was something to display, but it remained black. Occasionally, there would be a slight shift in the shading upon the wall, akin to smoke pouring across it. Something seemed to be approaching the 'camera' from within the thick haze, with the sound of chains clinking and dragging through the dirt of the Dark Area. "I will not touch this again," Antylamon cut through the dramatic scene displaying on the wall. "So if you are able to do something, fix it now." Tone was firm, possibly even erring on agitated. Heavy breathing began to approach the 'camera', as if whatever was coming was out of breath from its hunt. And then, a distorted, rasping laugh would begin. The screen began to flicker, green colored stripes cutting through the display. Surely, this clip didn't have much longer to play. If Isaac was going to try to adjust the fractal code of this place, he didn't have much time.
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Dec 2, 2018 6:41:40 GMT
Isaac's ears sagged dejectedly as he heard Antylamon's response. That could've made the difference between hearing from the people he loved again and staying in the dark forever, and his chance evaporated right before his eyes. "Oh," he said, trying to hide his disappointment. It wasn't Antylamon's fault that the Digital World was frustratingly inconsistent when it came to handing these things out. "That's okay. This isn't going to be easy, but I'm sure I'll find a way to handle it all. I mean, Dr. Mikemon's been looking into my infection. So I'm sure it can't take too long to get cured, right?"
Oh, if only Isaac knew the trials ahead of him.
He chose to ignore the comment about beatdowns, instead turning his focus to the pills. "You're not a stranger, though," he said. "I mean. You are. But you're Asher's spirit, so you're just as much a part of him as mine are to me. And, hell, I can't believe I'm about to say this. But I trust him." If Asher was conscious, Isaac was fairly sure he never would've admitted that. "I'll make sure to be careful with the pills. They're really my only lifeline, so they're for emergencies only. Promise." Of course, Isaac was saying this with the full knowledge that he tended to bounce from emergency to emergency. But why get Asher worried when Antylamon inevitably tattled on him?
Isaac knew Antylamon would be just as mum about her memories as Asher, so he didn't feel up for pushing the issue. It didn't help that he was being faced with his own memories he didn't want to talk about. "Feeling's mutual," he muttered back to Antylamon, as if preemptively covering up for what they were witnessing now. Each word of his, each broken promise, echoed in his chest like a stab to the heart. He had left Elliot to fend for himself. He had failed to get back into contact with Maia, too scared to approach the human world and too lost to encounter her in the Digital one. He could barely remember what he had studied last. And Asher probably needed to cover for several shifts in his wake. Granted, this was for a far more temporary situation than his current one. But it rang just as true, even now.
He could barely muster up the strength to step forward, even as the altar started to flicker and fade. Only when Antylamon reminded him that she would not touch the wall again did he snap into action, practically flinging himself towards the aggregation of data within. Slowly, softly, he cupped it within his hands, eyes squeezed shut in focus. "Please," he whispered, voice shaking softly. "Let me do this right. Just once." He took in a deep breath, the shudder in his hands coming to a still, and focused.
He envisioned how Antylamon's domain was supposed to be, back when he first arrived. He remembered the altar room, and how even the slightest movement could've spelled disaster. He remembered the hall of mirrors, and the Chamelemon who roamed their labyrinthine lengths. He remembered the whimsical garden below the stairs, once occupied by a mad hatter but now surely empty. Where there were once ruins, there could exist life. Where there was once darkness, there could exist life. All he needed to do was remember the way things once were, visualize it, and let the data purify and mend. While his eyes were previously closed in nervous frustration, now they started to ease in an almost meditative fashion.
Fully ready to give Antylamon's home the peace he had been denied, he took a soft breath and let the fractal code work its magic.
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Post by Asher on Dec 6, 2018 3:32:06 GMT
Antylamon knew better than to answer Isaac's most-likely-rhetorical question. The rabbit knew nothing of medication, but she certainly knew about data. She built a fully functioning moon, after all! Even if she wasn't one-hundred percent certain on how it worked! Data was finicky. And on a living specimen? She wouldn't even make a bet on how well that sort of thing would work out. But, that's what doctors were for. Hopefully it wouldn't result in some freak-hybrid where Isaac was half purple-Impmon and half regular human. If anything could terrify Antylamon, it would probably be that.
But, when Isaac tried to talk about trust, it was obvious that the beast was smiling. Not to be mistaken for one of kindness, the Antylamon seemed to try to resist laughing. "You trust him," she answered, a hint of joy to her tone. Leaning toward the other 'Digimon' to be at eye level, the rabbit gave a toying hum. "That's good. But," she added, "never trust a spirit without their host being in control." Rapidly, the bunny uprighted itself to full height. "The only limit he has on me, in his current state, is killing you. I have free reign beyond that." A valuable piece of information, she felt.
If only Isaac knew that the spirit and her host would have intertwined memories.
Would her host see these memories, also? Would he know the fate that he would eventually have to encounter? Or, rather, contain?
The Ultimate stared at the screen in silence, as the view rattled. Voices suddenly cut into the background, implying that others had been present for the event. Words were garbled beyond distinction, but it seemed that whoever else was present was attempting to catch the attention of whatever had reached its quarry.
Now, the screen began flickering for different reason. Coding would slide upwards on the film, and soon it began to wrap across the floor and the remainder of the room.
The once-shattered mirror seemed to magically begin gluing itself back together, while waves beneath the broken ice on the floor would settle. Upon their calming, a crackle could be heard from the ice freezing over it once more. The room chilled rapidly, to where Antylamon and Isaac might see their own breath appearing in front of their faces. Downstairs? Shattered mirrors began to recollect their pieces, and those with more magical bearing gave flickers of life. A Chameleon's face would slowly draw into existence upon one of them, curiously peering around the room that had once looked like it belonged to a horror movie.
Finally, the originating room would see the effects of coding warping around it. Suddenly, the moon that quivered in the sky began to move forward, along its imaginary track. While initially slow, it would soon lurch forward, and speed across the ceiling. And, just as quickly as it was gone, a sunrise would begin on the 'horizon.'
Lights would begin to flash where Isaac stood, surrounding the altar. And, once he would release his hold on the coding, it would be clear that they were to illuminate the structure that would reappear. A good sign for the teen to stop trying to modify fractals codes before he began to alter what had already been present before his interference.
Antylamon continued to watch the screen, as somewhat distant screaming would interrupt any 'happy' ending that Isaac might have felt was due here. A voice that Isaac would find unfamiliar came either from the perspective of the camera, or from someone extremely close to it, providing a muffled 'ş𝕠rℝy,' before the screen flashed green to display an error, and then dropped to the black that matched the rest of the room's walls.
"I suppose that's it," the rabbit stated, flatly. Looking to Isaac, she seemed to debate for a moment. "I would thank you. But you're also to blame for it happening." Was she supposed to thank him anyway? It was hard to say. Not that it mattered much. Head lifted to look at the ceiling, letting out a sigh. "Time is up." What? "Why are humans so stubborn?"
Red eyes shifted to stare at the Impmon, as if waiting for an answer. But, he wouldn't have time to provide one. Black 'steam' began to pour from the rabbit, wrapping around her in a slow whirl. And, once it had covered her, it would quickly dissipate into pixels that fell to the ground. Replacing her? Asher. Sitting on the cold ground, the redhead would slowly look at Isaac, and give a half-smile.
"I haven't been drinking, and it still feels like I have the worst hangover of my life."
Dramatic? Maybe. But, there was no denying that it was Asher.
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