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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Jun 5, 2017 4:03:34 GMT
"It was the right thing to do," Isaac insisted. "If I'm going to be strong, I'm going to use that strength to make other peoples' lives better. I can't just sit back and hide. I'd never forgive myself for it." That was the only of the points that Isaac would push for the time being. Especially the fact that Asher was still insisting he wasn't lost. He had been completely subsumed by a giant rabbit woman! That was, like, the definition of being lost. If Alicia and Sol saw what was going on, the dragon would've tut-tutted so hard that his eyes would bug out of his head.
Meicoomon was clearly unwilling to get involved in this. Isaac couldn't blame her. "I don't want a fight either," he admitted. They were both stuck with new spirits, and Isaac would've been left fighting alone, unsupported, and with a noticeable level difference. If he could slip into trusty Orochimon for a bit he'd probably be able to outmaneuver the newer Antylamon, but he wasn't willing to push that envelope any further than he needed to. "It'd just detract from the point of all of this. And it'd risk getting both me and Asher hurt."
That said, Antylamon wasn't moving. Would it come to a fight? Isaac sure as hell hoped not. "I think all three of us would appreciate not dying," Isaac said, quite the roundabout response to Antylamon's question. "As for falling or being fallen on? Neither, but I think I'd prefer being fallen on. When you're on the ground, you've got a chance to look for escape, even if there is none. In the air, all you can do is look down and think about what's coming next." Isaac was presuming wings wouldn't work for this, of course. Otherwise this would've been a no brainer. "And yourself?" he asked, wondering just what sort of strange ice-breakers Antylamon enjoyed.
At mention of Elliot's departure, Isaac looked down at the ground. His hand clutched his arm above the elbow, an oddly demure gesture for a nightmarish-looking cyberdemon. "Both," Isaac finally concluded. "He was scared. Horribly so. A Trailmon saying hi made him jump, for crying out loud. And he couldn't even look at his Digivice anymore." He took in a deep sigh, which sounded more like the whirring of a half-dead motor. "I had to tell him to just leave me be. That I'd be fine. That I'd find an answer and join him back home before the end of the month. No matter how much he wanted to move past, I don't think he would've left my side otherwise. And what the hell kind of brother would I be if I dragged him down with me?"
As for the virus' contagion? "It was recommended I try mixing data with another to force out the foreign code," Isaac explained. "So I'd certainly hope not. Otherwise, that would be one irresponsible doctor. In all seriousness, I'm fairly sure it's too stable to be contagious. Annoyingly stable, considering it persists between all of my old forms."
Antylamon was right. There was still so much left to do. However, there was something a bit more important to address. Namely, was Asher his friend? Isaac stopped looking down, this time facing Antylamon in earnest. "Sometimes, I wonder if he should be" Isaac admitted. "And not just because he's my boss and I'm his employee. More because . . . well, I can't say I've been the most fair to him. He's always tried his best for me. He helped give me extra training in the cafe when I wanted to learn a few tricks to impress my girlfriend. He gave my brother story advice and listened to him talk about whatever problems he had. He reached out when I had a bad day. And what did I do in return? I tried to be good to him as well, but I lost my patience with him often. When he acted confusing or irritating I tended to get snappy, or sometimes just sarcastic. I know I tried to help him with the big things, but I was a real pest when it came to the small ones.
As much as I hate to admit it sometimes, I want to be his friend. He's got a good heart. And he's stronger than I could've ever guessed. But I really should shape up my own act first, shouldn't I?"
The NeoDevimon let out another hissing sigh, slumping further against the stairs that he had already taken a seat on. That was emotionally exhausting.
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Post by Asher on Jun 6, 2017 6:11:38 GMT
"Why is anyone dying?" Antylamon inquired, almost lazily, from her comfortable seat. Okay, so it wasn't comfortable. But, it was better than being unable to move at all! "Are you saying that you can escape the moon?" People had terrible logic. "I cannot fall," the Digimon answered, with a small click, "how would I fear it?" Then again, Isaac surely was unaware that the Digimon didn't actually like to touch the ground to begin with!
Humans were somewhat dumb, however, and Antylamon had to remember this. "Fear is no excuse," it pointed out, blatantly. "Are all humans this dysfunctional, these days?" For a moment, the rabbit shifted to glance at Meicoomon, who gave a small nod toward the question. With an audible sigh, the beast returned her gaze toward Isaac. No wonder she hadn't accepted any prior hosts. "You are both awful siblings, from my perspective. If that aids you, at all." Of course it wouldn't. That was just plain rude! Giving a small shudder, the monster released a sharp exhale. Maybe she needed to be a little more polite, when referring to Elliot. "Regardless of blood, family should not separate."
On the bright side, Isaac wasn't contagious, which meant that Antylamon and Meicoomon were safe from being infected. Nobody wanted to deal with a virus! "Mix data? With what?" And, by what means? Regardless, none of this sounded particularly safe. "Spirit users are always so complicated. If you were a regular Digimon, you could just degenerate to an egg, and hope it resets the issue." But, that wasn't an option! "What does your virus do?" Maybe it was best to get an idea of what the infection was capable of, just to be safe.
For being a dumb brat, though, this kid put too much thought into his next response. Ears drooped forward, trying to make sure to pay attention, even though the rabbit's mind had begun to wander. "You should learn patience," the beast commented, making a motion to the moon, which shakily reflected a few recordings of Isaac's interactions with Wizardmon and Chamelemon. "Does He know that you are friends?" Given, it didn't actually sound like Isaac knew if they were even friends! But, as a creature with access to Asher's mind, perhaps a question like that should be alarming. If one were perceptive enough to realize that Antylamon may have that kind of insight, that is.
Ears flopped back into their standard position. Stiffening body, to avoid another shudder, the beast began to speak again. "If this world was less peaceful, I suspect that you would be the source of many problems. For both yourself, and those who initially would call you an ally." Why was the Digital World always so full of children, anyway? It felt like a youth was just dangerous to staple into the body of a monster! "I wonder what your spirits would have to say about you."
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Jun 6, 2017 6:32:16 GMT
"Escape the moon? Hell no," Isaac said. Moons were way, way bigger than people! He'd have to do a lot of running in order to get away from a situation like that. "But I could try. Fight. Do everything in my power to get out, so at least when it came time to accept it being over I could say I gave it my best shot." There was another word for the kind of futile not-struggle that Isaac was describing. You know, pretending. However, Isaac seemed to prefer even a hopeless struggle over going quietly into the good night. "Wait, what do you mean, you can't fall? Everything falls! Even if you can fly, you'd have to get tired eventually, right?" he asked, completely baffled by Antylamon's addition.
Of course, Antylamon seemed intent on going for the jugular. Any pretense of this being a rational conversation flew out the window as soon as she started insulting Elliot. "He's thirteen! Give him a freaking break!" Isaac shouted, somewhat exasperated. "At this age he's supposed to be scared of horror movies, not whether he'll come back home alive or not. It isn't fair what this world's doing to him. Not when he's still just a kid."
That didn't even compare to Antylamon's other judgment, though. "Fuck you," he snarled, not even sure how else to respond to such an accusation. Slowly but surely he rose from his seat, a bloodshot eye faintly visible from behind his mask. "He's the best brother I could've asked for. He's gentle. And caring. And helpful. And thoughtful. And . . . and he's everything his father isn't, and that I'm not. He's had a better start than the cards he was dealt, and all he wants to do is just make people smile, even if he doesn't get it. Say anything about me, but you'd better leave him out of it." That wasn't a request. There was pure bile in Isaac's voice.
He tried to calm down to answer the rest of Antylamon's questions, even if he could feel the throbbing of electricity between his claws. "DNA Digivolution. Friend of mine," Isaac explained curtly. "Didn't work. Tried degenerating too. Also didn't." With all the focus on keeping his temper in check, he didn't even know if he could properly explain how the virus worked. "Corruption," was all he could manage in the end.
He glowered as Antylamon replayed the interactions with Wizardmon and Chameleomon. Was this seriously necessary? He knew what happened already. He knew they were annoyed. At this point she was just rubbing it in. "Too late to change that," he said, dismissively turning away from the recordings. "Next time. But not the past."
Antylamon's other question caught Isaac's interest. Part of him wanted to think of a response, but just couldn't. Another part of him wanted to keep ignoring her, because it was clear any word out of his mouth would be taken as another insult. One final part of him just wanted to make things right with Asher for sure. "I don't know," he finally said, the anger in his heart deflating like a balloon and then reigniting explosively. It was an almost painful cycle burning through his chest. "Every time I try to thank him, or apologize to him, he just asks me why. But maybe I have to find a better way to do it."
One final insult came next. A source of problems to his allies? Hell, Antylamon was implying they wouldn't even want to be his allies anymore, when push came to shove. "How?" he asked, voice tinged with disbelief. He'd accept all the comments about himself, but surely he couldn't have been that bad to the people he cared about.
Could he?
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Post by Asher on Jun 7, 2017 7:03:25 GMT
Did all humans look at things in such a black and white way? "While I will always encourage fighting," the rabbit began, slowly, "the moon is a bad target for that." Moons certainly did not fight in a fair manner! It was like all they had was a ton of weight and size, and were probably very difficult to destroy! "You may wish to learn to teleport, if you're going to escape the moon." On that thought, the rabbit looked back up to the object in the sky, which rattled slightly in response. That thing had better not try to crash down any time soon!
"Have you forgotten where we are?" Antylamon hummed, lazily tilting her body back, while pushing off of the stairs with large hands. Rather than standing, or bouncing, the creature simply lifted off of the stone staircase. A few inches above the stairs, the creature rolled in a small circle, before crossing her legs, remaining hovering. "Nothing has to fall, if you don't want it to. I've slept like this." And, that was some of the best sleep the beast had ever gotten! Who needed to sleep on feathers, when they had the literal air?
I t was a lucky thing that the rabbit had begun levitating, otherwise it would be obvious that she was swaying slightly. Dizziness was such a strange feeling, after not feeling much of anything for far too long. "In some human countries, thirteen is an age that children will participate in wars. If I recall." Was Antylamon wrong? Who really knew? The beast could just be confused! Maybe times had changed.
With a tilt of the head, Antylamon's body lowered to rest on the steps again, maintaining her prior pose of legs crossed. "No, thank you. I'm afraid you're not my type," the creature retorted, with what seemed to be a smirk of sorts. "My opinion remains unchanged. Family does not separate. It seemed that, no matter the light that Isaac was going to try to shine on his sibling, Antylamon was not going to appreciate Elliot any better. And, in fact, with such an easy button, the Digimon almost wanted to test the boundaries!
"Corruption?" Thoughtfully, the Ultimate echoed the word, seeming to get carried off into a different thought pattern. "Wouldn't that have made for an appealing element? It was pretty obvious that, if Antylamon noticed Isaac's rage, she was ignoring it! "If only we could change our element." The rabbit needed to stop her daydreaming! It wasn't as if Antylamon fit the bill for 'corruption', anyway! But, perhaps she would have tried to!
After a moment, the clips ceased their display on the moon. It was probably best not to play with the circle in the sky, anyway, lest it fall down any faster! "It will always be next time," the Nightmare Soldier challenged, unenthused. Not that she entirely expected the NeoDevimon to pay attention to what she was saying, to begin with.
So, when he actually responded properly to something that she had asked, the Digimon was slightly surprised. "Why do you thank him?" That just didn't make sense. "How do manners equate to friendships?" Maybe, Antylamon was reading these words in the wrong way. Why did Isaac have to be the first being that she spoke to, after such a long period of silence?
Either way, now the monster had to think of proper wording for her explanation. Remember. Child. She was speaking to a child. "You are a liability to those around you." Now, there was another tilt of her head, to flop ears to the other side of her face, "you apparently are easily abducted," points being D-Reaper and the strange 'alien' event with Asher, "you are temperamental, and self-absorbed, and you do not listen unless you believe it directly involves you." Then again, this was all coming from a rabbit that didn't actually know Isaac first-hand, aside from the past few minutes. "For instance: are you aware that you are the reason that my home has crumbled?"
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Jun 7, 2017 7:30:09 GMT
"Yeah. Moon's too much," Isaac admitted. At least he had some form of discretion on display, even when he was too angry to form sentences more coherent than three words at a time. "Impmon can," he added, as soon as the topic of teleportation was breached. It used to leave him quite dizzy, but recently he had been training to try and mitigate that downside. That said, could Impmon even teleport far enough to escape from a moon? There was highly improbable, and then there was impossible. That seemed rather impossible.
Still, despite his anger, Isaac was admittedly kind of impressed with Antylamon's floating. "Good point," he said. That said, if he wanted to join in, he would need far more inner peace than he was currently capable of possessing. Instead he remained sitting up awkwardly on the stairs, wings so tense that if he wanted he could probably start gliding into the distance like a kite. "Must feel nice," he mused, just hoping that Antylamon would use this floating to get down the stairs.
He didn't even know how to react to Antylamon's retort. Part of him wanted to laugh because that was a classic comeback. Another part of him wanted to strangle her for her flippant disregard of his feelings. "I separated. He tried staying," Isaac tried to protest, but by now he knew Antylamon just wouldn't be convinced. "Doesn't matter," he concluded, not wanting to debate this topic any further. It would be like smashing his every insecurity and frustration into an unbreakable wall. Something would be ground to dust, and it wouldn't be Antylamon.
Corruption may not have been her element, but her irritation was certainly corrupting Isaac's mind right now! Still, it was a pretty badass element name, even if Nightmares was also a great one. This conversation with her was certainly a nightmare, at least. "Agreed," he said, albeit somewhat half-heartedly.
"Never last time," Isaac pointed out as Antylamon challenged his remark. "Past is done. Can only try harder." The fact that he was still entertaining every weird topic that Antylamon brought up instead of disregarding them like he did with Wizardmon had to speak to that, right? Especially when time pressure and frustration were still gnawing away at his brain like a pair of twin drills.
At least she was having a conversation with him in some regard. "It's not about the manners. It's about the meaning," he said, forcing himself to be more verbal for a question of such importance. "It's about the fact that I'm seeing what he does and that it has meaning, whether to me or to others. And that I want him to know it's appreciated instead of just ignored." Sometimes, for some people, just hearing that what they do matters could go a long way.
Of course, that quickly gave way to more insults and judgments. His claws sparked slightly and a groaning sound creaked from beneath his mask. He wanted, so badly, to show Antylamon just who was the liability here. However, he also knew that it would just prove her all the more right. He bit down on whatever manner of tongue was hidden behind that mask to force himself to focus. It tasted awful. "You're seeing me at my worst," he snarled, taking a deep breath beforehand to keep his composure. "Lost for months. Battle-scarred. In a form I don't understand, with every part of my brain screaming at me to fight or flee. And worried that any second I spend hesitating could put my friend in danger. I'm not perfect. But I'm not always this, either. You've known me for five minutes. Do you really think you can judge?"
Although . . . one thing Antylamon said really stuck with him. "I am?" he asked, a slight tone of guilt to his voice no matter how much he tried to suppress it. "Please, tell me how. I don't understand."
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Post by Asher on Jun 7, 2017 9:38:37 GMT
If Isaac weren't such a ball of anger, jammed into a stringy armed devil creature, maybe Antylamon would have carried the spirit user around a little. Floating was rather relaxing, after all! Everyone could use a moment to defy the laws of gravity every so often! "It is," the rabbit confirmed. There was no sense in downplaying just how lovely all of this was! If they had time in this place, there was even a chance that the rabbit would have tried to teach him how to float! If even only for a moment! NeoDevimons seemed potentially capable of that sort of thing!
Still argumentative, the Nightmare Soldier also argued, "it matters. You simply fail at persuasion." Mostly because Antylamon already had a set opinion on the matter, and that was clearly going nowhere. But, still!
"Not every child is raised to feel that the things they are doing should be appreciated," the creature pointed out, neither frustrated nor pleased about the statement. Humans were so strange and fragile. Why was that? "If you thank a person for holding the door open for you, does that make you their friend?" At least Antylamon felt like she was posing decent argument-questions for the subject! Her 'housekeepers' had clearly done a poor job at keeping Isaac interested long enough to do the same, after all.
The sound of bells reverberated from within the beast's throat, leaning her face closer toward the NeoDevimon's. "What is that sound?" The monster chortled, curious as to what closing some of the gap between them would do for the NeoDevimon's frame of mind. If only she could pry just a little more. What button could she press? If only it weren't for this terrible nagging feeling in the back of her chest, surely the creature would have attempted to poke Isaac in the eye or one of those 'buttons' that lined his torso. One could only imagine that physical contact with the human spirit would not go over well! Especially when he was already this on-edge!
Either way, Isaac's attempt at defending himself didn't seem to phase this monster. "One's worst is the best indicator of their character," she pointed out, rather quickly. Giving a dull stare, Antylamon waited until his list of problems had ended, before countering, "are you honestly going to try to use those excuses on someone that has been sealed in a totem for years, for some semblance of survival, knowing entirely that this means sharing my body with a human?" Sounding less than sincere, this was followed up with, "I understand that you're a child, and this is difficult for you to fathom, but you aren't the only creature with less than ideal conditions. I'm certain the original owner of the skin you're wearing would agree." Especially if the body was as jittery as it was!
On second thought, maybe Antylamon was coming to appreciate having such an eccentric spirit user as her first piece of company. One that was entirely in control would be utterly boring! "They warned you that I am judgmental," the creature pointed out, with a small buzz of enthusiasm. "Regardless, my observations aren't from our conversation, alone." With a pause, the creature shifted to try to find a more comfortable position to sit. "It would be rather odd, that I've only known you for five minutes, yet knew how to imitate your brother's roar, without more insight." Yes. Odd. That was the word.
Giving up on comfortable positions, the Digimon let out a small huff. Why were stairs so unpleasant? "If you hadn't been in such a hurry, you might have learned that I was the support for this sanctuary. Before that fact became useless, at least. Shame. No way to fix it now." On a brighter note, at least Antylamon didn't sound too upset over the entire ordeal! Then again, she didn't sound particularly emotional about anything. "But, as you've said, I've only seen you at your worst. Perhaps, next time, you'll be at your best." Not that this place had a next time! But, hopefully, whatever situation may end similarly in the future would be given a better chance!
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Jun 7, 2017 23:02:34 GMT
Blunt, but not entirely inaccurate. Then again, persuasion generally needed two parties with an interest in hearing what the other had to say. Right now, neither of the two parties involved really wanted to do that. At least for now, Isaac didn't want to get into trying to change that. "Maybe when you meet him you'll see," Isaac concluded, figuring they could move on to greener conversational pastures.
That said, she raised a good point. Asher didn't seem like he was ever brushing off Isaac's gratitude, so much as being legitimately confused by why he would even say it. And there were times where he made really strange comments, like saying that he wasn't even human. At the time Isaac thought it was just overwrought angst about finding out he was a Spirit User, but what if that was something more important? It was possible for Isaac that, despite his best intentions, Asher just wasn't picking up on his words the same way that Isaac did. Hell, it was possible that Asher flat out couldn't hear it that way. "You're right," he said, dejected.
Was it the same as holding the door for someone? "No, but that's different. It's the same word, but a way different situation," he said. "Like 'I love cake' and 'I love you.' Or 'this is literally the worst day of my life' and 'a rock is literally made of stone.' Words are weird." So was the fact that Isaac was even engaging with this situation, really, but after having disappointed Antylamon's prior company he wanted to show that he was making a difference.
Of course, that difference didn't extend to tolerating Antylamon suddenly leaning in his face. The horrible groaning sound only grew louder, a little bit of clicking mixing in with it. It was as if a zombie had swallowed a malfunctioning printer. "Back," he warned, sliding himself back somewhat to avoid this uncomfortably close contact. "It's a sound. Wish I knew enough to explain it," he added, trying to swallow his tongue and get this horrible groaning to cease.
He listened to Antylamon's points curiously. "I know others have their hardships too," Isaac said. Antylamon may have thought this was the case, but Isaac wasn't that selfish! "That's why I try not to judge others when they're at their worst, either. The second I understand the why behind someone's actions, I can barely bring myself to be mad at them anymore. At that point, it'd just be unfair of me." He looked up at the moon, thoughtfully. "I don't always succeed at it. Today, I failed. But it's just as unfair to focus on someone's worst as it is to ignore it entirely.
All I can do is keep trying. Keep trying, and hope it won't fall on deaf ears."
She certainly was judgmental. Thankfully, behind the mask it would be really hard to see NeoDevimon's eyes roll. "Asher's memories, or mine?" Isaac asked as Antylamon made note of her next observations.
The information she shared didn't seem like it was anything new. Antylamon was the support, and when she was removed it began to collapse. "And if I didn't come to help get Asher out, would it have still collapsed?" he asked, worried that the alternative would have been Asher becoming a load-bearing support brick.
"Maybe when I'm me again, I'll be at my best," Isaac said. "Until then, there's always going to be some sort of fear gnawing at me. But I won't stop until I'm whole again." He pondered a bit before turning back to Antylamon. "What do you think are your best and your worst?"
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Post by Asher on Jun 8, 2017 4:54:34 GMT
Considering that Antylamon didn't respond to Isaac's next comment, she didn't seem to believe him. But some topics were best left in the past. It got rather boring to annoy someone in the same exact fashion for too long! Especially since there were so many other options of things to discuss!
Like how Isaac didn't realize that people interpreted compliments and manners in the same ways! "I know," she responded, a buzz of pride altering her usual deadpan tone. Of course, that was short lived, as she listened to his next answer. "Well, I do love cake far more than I love you," was the first response, followed up with a more serious, "but, everyone's interpretation of words are different. It is very possible to love a person in the same way you would love cake. I would not advise it." In fact, there was a word for loving someone as one would a cake. Cannibalism!
Nose scrunched and eyes curved into a slight squint, while Antylamon attempted to suppress her laughter. The sounds was interesting her, clearly! Meicoomon had backed away from the both of them, not wanting to get caught up in whatever may come from a creature that didn't understand boundaries. Maybe that was another way that Asher and Antylamon were alike.
Leaning off of the stairs, the Ultimate regained about half of the distance that NeoDevimon had just created. "Why?" 'Back' wasn't a very friendly way to say anything! In fact, it was so vague that she might be able to pretend that she was clueless as to what it meant! "Is it intentional?" Maybe, there was still a decent part of the original monster within that body! Or, was it just running solely on instinct?
"If I had not judged you as harmless when you walked in the door, you would not still be here. My judgments are justified, when you are in my home." Would that mean that Antylamon would settle down some, once they were no longer in this place? "Humans are unfair," she felt the need to add, before the topic would shift any.
Taking a glance at the moon, the Digimon gave a shrug. "I do not have proper access to your mind. Had you been the one to lift my totem, however," she trailed off, finding it unnecessary to continue the response. After all, the question should have been answered through that! "Which, I am quite content with. Of all the heads I've been in, I suspect yours would be one of the less desirable ones."
Giving an indecisive hum, the rabbit debated on what would have happened if Isaac hadn't entered the room. "It's a possibility. Nobody had ever actually used me, which makes results questionable," the Nightmare Soldier admitted. It wasn't like it was particularly easy to test-run something that actually required a potentially permanent host! "It was really a matter of if he would lose consciousness, or leave the room first." Which, because Isaac had helped him leave, the results were obvious!
"You should work on improvising your best, currently." Who knew how long it would take for Isaac's body to return? "Even as a Fallen Angel, you are still you." Given, NeoDevimon definitely didn't look like a fallen angel, but maybe that's where the 'artificial' came into play. "What kind of question is that?" Antylamon tilted its head, a little confused at how she was supposed to answer. "At my worst, I am trapped in a totem," the creature was quick to point out. As far as a real answer went? "I don't understand your question."
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Jun 8, 2017 5:30:12 GMT
She finally dropped Elliot. Good. That was a major annoyance off of Isaac's shoulders, and now he could at least have a reasonable conversation with Antylamon. He was totally fine with his own name being dragged through the mud as long as his dear brother was left out of it. "Feeling's mutual," he said as Antylamon brought up preferring cake to her conversational partner. Antylamon's joking follow-up got Isaac good, though. The strange groaning noise coming from his throat gave way to a whirring laugh, the NeoDevimon trying not to double over. Maybe it was the dark form he was currently occupying, but Isaac found that idea hilarious. "Okay, that was a good one," he conceded as he regained some composure.
Antylamon threatened that composure as she started getting close to his face again. However, Isaac started to realize that this could be a golden opportunity. He promptly started guiding himself down the stairs, hoping that he could take advantage of Antylamon's curiosity to start leading her down. Each step would be another step closer to the door, and with her confirming that she couldn't read minds this would be a golden opportunity to finally get her there! That said, the game'd lose interest if it wasn't explained. "Not quite," Isaac said as she asked about the nature of his strange noises. "It's a feeling I want to bring up. Just not . . . quite like that." With the help of NeoDevimon, maybe everyone in Isaac's life could figure out what sound effects they inspired!
Even if she didn't have mind reading, she still had some sort of ability to gauge intent and threat. "You're right. If you wanted me out of here, it'd be trivial to get rid of me. In this form, you'd destroy me," he said. It would've been like squatting a bug. In other words, just a lateral move from one loud, small, annoying thing to another. At the same time, this being her realm did make this a bit more of a position to judge than usual. "Just wait until you see your next home," Isaac said, smirking a bit behind his mask. "Once you see how messy it is, you're going to have a lot of strong words for your new human."
Briefly, Isaac blinked, trying to consider just what his brain would be like. He imagined about half of it would be some golden paradise dedicated to the most important people in his life, and half of it would be a giant maelstrom of frustration and anger. "You're probably right on that one," Isaac admitted. "There are way better thinkers than me. I just get by with my heart and my guts. It ends up working out, somehow."
Wait, was Asher seriously the first to end up using Antylamon properly? Maybe it was a good thing that Isaac intervened. "What happens to the ones who fall unconscious," he asked, having a bad feeling that the answer wouldn't be 'get nicely brought outside by Chameleomon and Wizardmon.' Then again, that very well could've been how things ended up. It wasn't like the dome was paved with skeletons, was it?
You are still you. Considering that Isaac literally wasn't entirely Isaac at the moment, that was a hard idea to consider. At the same time, just because he was currently channeling the spirit of a vicious Digimon didn't mean he couldn't try and shape up his own half of the deal."That can be hard to remember sometimes," he admitted. "But I'm going to keep clawing out of this."
Antylamon seemed far less likely to address her faults and bring up her strong points than Isaac did. He considered pressing the issue, but considering that he was the one at her mercy instead of vice versa he probably had far less room to negotiate. "All the stuff I was talking about, basically," he said, hoping to clarify her lack of understanding for the question a bit. "What you like about yourself, what you don't. That kind of thing." It'd probably be dismissed just like the "what's your story" question, but who knew? Spirits could be capricious.
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Post by Asher on Jun 8, 2017 7:22:37 GMT
Oh, that was surprising. She had actually gotten Isaac to laugh? Needless to say, that was not expected! For a moment, it aided to lower the creature's guard, as she continued to shift forward. The rabbit wasn't dumb, but curiosity could be quite the flaw. "Then, like what?" Further following Isaac, Anytlamon took a step off of the stairs, though still remained a couple of inches off the ground.
The progress made was quickly halted, though, as the ceiling began to rattle. The moon jerked harshly, but still managed to stay in the sky, perhaps a couple of inches lower than it had been originally. Stopping in her tracks, the Nightmare Soldier held her breath, and stared at the item in the sky. Okay... Okay, it looked like it was going to stay put for now. "I would also like to blame you for that." Stupid humans, trying to make her crumble the entire room!
"I more meant that I would have had Wizardmon or Chamelemon end you. I suspect that I cannot." Did that last line sound a little irritated? Oh, why yes, it did. Antylamon didn't particularly enjoy her circumstances. Especially the restrictions! "Though, if you would like, I can surely bring you rather close to it." No. Nobody wanted to have a near-death experience. But, at least she would offer! Maybe, it was just a way to make her feel a little better about herself. Regardless, the beast shook her head at the bit about bedrooms. "I will try my best not to be conscious enough to acknowledge a person's use of personal rooms." She didn't want to know what guys did in their rooms! Alone or otherwise! Or in bathrooms.
Neither half of Isaac's imaginary brain seemed like a part that Antylamon wanted to be a part of. "Rarely are the people that enter the type that you might call a thinker," she admitted, unenthusiastically. Nobody wanted to reveal that anyone eligible for their totem had a tendency of being a moron! Then again, Asher was proof of that. He certainly hadn't thought before acting!
But, Isaac was certainly thinking of a worst case scenario, wasn't he? "If they had loaded the totem, passing out would mean that I can control the body. Prior to This One, nobody has been stubborn enough to try, after the first few minutes." Scrunching her nose, the Digimon felt the need to continue with, "I don't kill them. If they're going to die, you would have to blame the housekeepers. They're the only two permitted violence in my sanctuary." It wasn't like a totem could do much on its own, after all!
Trying to think over the next question, the Digimon seemed utterly confused at the concept of things about herself. "I like that I am large and able to squash you," she pointed out, in a strangely innocent fashion, "I do not like that I'm sharing a body with a human. Is that a proper answer?"
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Jun 8, 2017 7:52:44 GMT
Isaac took another step down the stairs. Then another. Believe it or not, this actually seemed to be working. "I dunno," he said as he tried to think just what feelings NeoDevimon were putting into words. "No, I guess. Or please stop. Or anything but . . . that." The noise was offputting to everyone but Antylamon, it seemed. Briefly, Isaac wondered how Elliot would have reacted to hearing it. Zombies freaked him out badly enough as is. This was way worse.
It'd be a topic he'd love to explore if the moon wasn't currently about to collapse. Each inch it sunk down made Isaac cringed a little bit more, and for a brief second it looked like he was certainly about to fight the moon. Thankfully, it stopped descending just as quickly as it started. A hissing sigh of relief escaped through Isaac's mask, as if he was quite literally decompressing. "I'll pay for the damages," he said, hoping that little joke wouldn't be something he was held accountable for. He didn't know how much moons cost, but they certainly seemed expensive.
At least the moon was the only thing left around here that could kill him. Antylamon, apparently, had some sort of pacifistic intent holding her back. Maybe she was literally incapable of killing another being, or maybe she just had vows against it. Whatever the reason, she seemed all-too-eager to give Isaac a near death experience instead. "I considered it once. Figured it'd force me to regress back to humanity," Isaac mused. "Doctors advised me against it, though, so I'm gonna have to pass on that offer." He hated to disappoint, but he wouldn't be dying or nearly-dying today!
That's what Isaac thought, at least. The way that Antylamon mentioned personal use of personal rooms wigged him out. He really hoped she was talking about use as in cleanliness and maintenance, and not actually using that room. "You guys don't watch us sleep or anything like that, right?" Isaac asked. "I mean, I know this is the first human who's loaded your totem, but man do I really hope that's not the case." Imagining the room that he shared with Elliot inflating from 2 people to about 8 totems was a very crowded mental image.
When Antylamon mentioned controlling the bodies of others, Isaac was suddenly very glad that Asher had managed to keep conscious. Then again, unless her caretakers decided otherwise, he likely wouldn't have died. "He's a really stubborn one," Isaac said, a bit of fondness in his voice. "If I didn't know any better, I'd swear he was unstoppable." The idea of violence in the sanctuary, thankfully, was not one that Isaac wanted to discuss.
Antylamon seemed all too happy to. "Very sensible answers," he said, hackles raising slightly at the mention of being squashed but better judgment moving him to keep them in check. "Much more concise than mine, at least."
He cast a brief glance over his shoulder, wondering just how many steps there were to go.
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Post by Asher on Jun 11, 2017 6:10:07 GMT
"Anything but what?" Inching closer, the rabbit reached out with one hand, which, if given the opportunity, would linger one fingertip only a centimeter or so away from one of the red buttons on NeoDevimon's torso. "This?" And, as the question was just ending, the Digimon stretched a little further to flick the 'decoration.'
One really had to wonder if Isaac could afford the damages to this place! With the moon rattling, Antylamon had ceased movement toward the door entirely. This was problematic, wasn't it? "I don't know how to gauge expenses on something that did not cost money to begin with," the rabbit informed, monotone, "finances are not my strong suit." That's okay, Antylamon. A lot of people had a hard time with that subject! "Unless you have glue, by chance?" No, you stupid rabbit, you cannot glue a moon back in place!
Maybe Isaac wasn't very bright. Antylamon certainly hadn't meant to imply that she was a pacifist of any sort! And, in fact, if it were up to her, she'd have already stepped on this staticy devil! "Well, if you decide otherwise, you know who to ask," the creature informed, pleasantly. Yes, she would like to throw the NeoDevimon around more than just a little! "Doctors aren't always correct, you know." Just a piece of advice!
Now, the Ultimate had to pause, to awkwardly stare at the poor spirit user. "Well, I would rather not, but let me check." After another second of silence, and a tilt of the head, the Digimon hummed, "Yes. In a sense. We see out of the eyes, so it is quite literally a sense, otherwise. Aura? If you will." That sounded complicated! "I cannot speak for your pets." It wasn't like Antylamon had access to Isaac's spirits, after all! "Er, pests?" Interesting thought. But, why had that term crossed her mind? Ah well. It wasn't like the rabbit prided herself in being polite!
Was Isaac actually pleased with Asher being stubborn? That was weird. Usually a trait like that was frowned upon! "Do you know any better?" Antylamon challenged, lightly. Either way, it looked like Antylamon wasn't making any progress to the door anymore. Isaac may have to work on a new plan!
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Jun 11, 2017 7:11:15 GMT
Isaac watched nervously as Antylamon's fingers stretched all the closer to his chest. Specifically, they were nearing the sensors on his chest. He hadn't touched them yet, but they were embedded in his flesh. Why would you ever touch something embedded in someone's flesh? That was both very painful and a horrible breach of privacy! All six of his eyes darted towards Antylamon's finger, silently hoping that she would just show some restraint.
And then she flicked.
The sensors all came to life, glowing a neon red that was uncomfortably hot to the touch. The air crackled as sparks shot through every part of Isaac's body. What started as a strange, undulating sound in the NeoDevimon's throat turned into a hellish shriek as he began blindly lashing out in every direction. Miraculously, none of these directions were Antylamon's face. Maybe it was luck, or maybe Isaac had just enough control over this little freakout to guide his body away from doing something stupid. Nevertheless, after ripping and tearing at the air in a frenzy for a few seconds, the glow on the control nodes faded. Isaac fell to his knees, clutching his face and letting out a soft groan.
"Never do that again," he said, half snarling and half pleading.
If Antylamon knew anything about finances, she'd probably know that expensive technology like this was way too expensive to be flicking. Instead, she didn't even know how much a simple moon cost. Amateur. "Glue would never hold," Isaac said. "Duct tape, maybe." He wasn't looking at Antylamon again, and his responses sounded more like quiet mumbles to himself. Nevertheless, at least he was still keeping on topic.
Needless to say, Isaac didn't need Antylamon attacking him more. Especially not when she turned on his control nodes by complete accident. "Never," he hissed at her all-too-pleasant "offer." "And I think I'd rather trust a doctor than you on this regard. No offense meant." One gave him an answer, one gave him a heart attack. The trust wasn't in Antylamon's favor here.
Unfortunately, Antylamon just confirmed that spirits totally could see. "I was afraid you'd say that," Isaac said. That seemed like it'd be a disadvantage to everyone involved. At least they saw out of their eyes, so maybe Isaac could just put blindfolds on every totem before he went to bed. Would that just mean they were blindfolded when they manifested too?
"If Asher's do, I imagine mine do as well. It explains a lot about recent events, at least," he added. "I was wondering why I kept feeling 'do it, do it, do it' in the back of my mind many days. That must've been Devidramon talking." He let out a fond laugh. Devidramon would've really enjoyed the parkour days. "Although, pests? I'm guessing Asher isn't very happy about all of this," Isaac said. Gee, why did that of all words come to Antylamon's mind? Isaac never could have guessed.
Antylamon jumped right on Isaac's figure of speech. "I've seen him vulnerable," Isaac said plainly. "Maybe that hasn't stopped him. Slowed, but not stopped. But either way, he isn't invincible, much as he'd like to pretend." He thought on that statement for a second, finally rising off of the ground. A bit of smoke was wafting up from where the control nodes seared him. "Of course, I'm not either."
He looked down the stairs, where Antylamon was so far refusing to go. Briefly, he remembered when an elaborate tea party was set up down there. "Your housekeepers. How did you know them?" he asked, wondering how such a strange trio ever came together in the first place.
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Post by Asher on Jun 11, 2017 8:12:36 GMT
There was a moment of pause, as Antylamon began to process that no, she actually shouldn't have touched the button. Just as the shrieking began, the rabbit casually pulled its hand away, only to place it in front of Meicoomon, as a makeshift shield. Sure, Isaac wasn't flailing in their direction quite yet, but it was better that the rookie couldn't be put in harm's way. If that happened, Asher would never use the Beast Spirit again!
Eyes squinted into crescents of red, as a soft giggle emanated from the monster's throat. "Okay," she agreed, clearly amused with this discovery. That was fun! It was certainly a shame that Isaac hadn't agreed! Antylamon imagined that, if it were her body, she would have been curious to re-experience whatever that zapping horror was! But, perhaps, that was the masochist in her.
Looking back to the moon, the Digimon had to shake her head. "Tape is too noticeable. I like subtlety." Maybe that was why the moon was falling down, to begin with!
"Offense taken. I make for a wonderful doctor," she pointed out, with a small rise in her voice to try to imply joking. Antylamon wasn't particularly good at showing humor. Maybe that was another thing that she needed to work on, along with her financial skills.
Shuffling to float, cross-legged, the rabbit debated on what could be so bad about the totems seeing. "Why are you afraid? Yours are not Nightmare-inducing," she pointed out, curiously. What was there to be unhappy about? Were people doing things that they shouldn't, in their bedrooms? Now, there was a very important question. "Did you listen, and 'do it', whatever that was?" How influential were Isaac's spirits? Curious! Then, there was a shake of the head. "He's not conscious. How would he have an opinion?"
Vulnerable? Hm. It would be interesting to see what, exactly, Isaac found to be Asher's most vulnerable mome-- oh-- "He's claustrophobic," the Ultimate uttered, clearly unenthused with her most recent finding. "Why do you humans have such ridiculous fears?" Hopefully, that wouldn't cause any problems for the spirit, herself!
Leaning to better look at the smoking nodes, the Holy Beast reached out in a far slower manner than before. "Meditation Cure," the creature hummed. While a glow began on the Ultimate, it soon pooled into a small ball, shifting across the Antylamon's arm, and bouncing to connect with the NeoDevimon. With any luck, the Ebb And Flow wouldn't be interrupted by a particularly stubborn Digimon, and would help reduce the sizzling. And it would reduce any guilt that Antylamon may have for causing whatever distress had just happened moments before.
Given something to think about, the rabbit mulled over the answer. "Merle brought Wizardmon and Chamelemon's ancestors here. While I was still," there was a pause, while debating what the right term would be, "alive." That didn't necessarily sound accurate. Antylamon couldn't entirely consider herself dead, right? She was here now, without reincarnating! "You could say, they kept their career choice in their family."
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Jun 12, 2017 3:46:10 GMT
When Isaac recovered from the freakout that NeoDevimon had been plunged into, he let out a slight sigh of relief. At least Meicoomon was guarded. If anything bad happened to her, especially due to him, Asher would've killed him.
Antylamon was all too amused with herself. While Isaac was glad to see that she could snap into serious action when needed, did she have to take such joy from his torment? At least she got it out of her system, it seemed. She agreed not to poke the control nodes again, the last bit of smoke drifting away into the wind as she made this decision. "Thank you," he said, the relief in his voice palpable.
Their choice in adhesive really did describe their differences as a person, didn't it? "I'd rather solve it as smoothly as possible," Isaac said. "It might be ugly, but hell, if it works it works. Tape or glue, though, we're gonna need a lot to fix this moon up." Wait, why don't they just get away from the moon in the first place? They might not even be alive long enough to fix the moon up if they keep standing under its path!
"Could use some better bedside manner," Isaac teased as Antylamon boasted about her doctor skills. Fingering a patient's open wounds, for example, was a horribly unnecessary part of the medical procedure. "Then again, it's probably easier when your patient's less of a pain, isn't it?" he added, trying to temper his annoyance at Antylamon with a refusal to outright insult her too often.
Did Antylamon and the rest seriously give Asher nightmares as he slept? Jeez, poor guy. Sleep was, like, the only thing he truly loved! "It's still weird imagining everyone watching us as we sleep," Isaac said. "Unless you guys sleep, too. Do you still sleep, or is being sealed in a totem more than enough of that for you?"
At Antylamon's question, another grinding laugh escaped NeoDevimon's throat. "Most days I don't," he said. "But I was in a good mood that day. As for what I did? Well, it had been a while since I tried parkour, so it was nice giving it a second shot. Turns out all this time in the Digital World makes for great exercise."
Was Asher unconscious right now? It wouldn't be a surprise considering how much pain he was in. "I wouldn't be surprised if he was hanging on by a thread," Isaac mused. "He's the one sharing your body, though, so you probably know much better than I do."
Claustrophobia lined up well with Isaac's experiences with Asher in a tight, dark box. "Better than my fear of looking stupid," he said, surprisingly candidly. It seemed like once Antylamon got Isaac talking, everything started flowing out. He really could be an all-or-nothing person sometimes. "I sometimes wonder if it's the worst of his fears, though. Especially now that you've gotten me thinking more on some of the weirder comments he's made." Damnit, he really wished he could see Asher now, if only so he could tell Asher that he understood.
As soon as Antylamon reached out again NeoDevimon hissed, back arching like a terrified cat. Isaac did his best to hold his own body back, but the groaning noise of displeasure that Antylamon adored so much was back. At least he was able to keep NeoDevimon from freaking out as Antylamon did . . . something to him. The sudden, cool feeling of relief indicated that it was a heal of sorts. Briefly NeoDevimon pawed at the area where the energy ball connected with his chest, letting out bewildered noises before tilting his head curiously at Antylamon. "Thanks," Isaac finally mustered the energy to say, straightening his posture anew.
The caretakers' job seemed to be ancestral. For a Digimon as ancient as Antylamon, Isaac wasn't surprised by this. "Interesting. Explains their fierce loyalty," Isaac said, not even trying to ponder how Digimon ancestry worked. However, there was a name that he didn't recognize from the list whatsoever.
"Who is Merle?"
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