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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Jun 15, 2017 5:40:56 GMT
Isaac listened with interest as Ochaco described how her understanding of the situation unfolded. He couldn't blame her for having a constant flood of emotions. After all, she suddenly realized that she wasn't home. Then she realized that she wasn't alone. Then she almost got mugged, saw what amounted to a tutorial fairy turn into a terrifying cyberdemon, turned into a fairy in her own right. And now she was learning that yes, this was exactly how every event was supposed to play out. Amazingly, she processed all of that and came out fearless on the other side. That was good. It was better than how things started on Isaac's end.
Say, didn't Isaac's first day also have him stuck in Impmon form? Man, this just kept happening!
"Curious, huh?" Isaac asked, head tilted a little. On a cuter Digimon it might have looked endearing. As NeoDevimon, it just kind of looked like his head was about to roll off of his body. "That's good. Better than spending your whole first day worried. My first day here was certainly an . . . interesting one, to say the least." Seriously, Isaac. Quit dropping "subtle" hints that you're human. It's getting old, man.
He certainly looked less human than Ochaco did right now. Was she dismayed about wings, though? Wings were awesome! "Lucky you," Isaac said, his voice playfully teasing. "Not every Digimon has that luxury. I can safely say, the third Spirit you'll find is always going to be quite animalistic, and even the human-like one you'll find next might be more anthropomorphic than full-on human. Don't worry, though. It's not so bad, once you get used to the extra body parts." How quick would Ochaco master flying? If Isaac wasn't trying to be a serious guide, he'd be tempted to take bets.
"Purpose," he repeated, nodding a Ochaco's last word. "That's really important to holding onto Digimon form. Sometimes it's filtered through another emotion. Like bravery, or serenity, or love for your friends. But there's always some purpose, drive, or determination guiding you along. Hold onto that willpower. Keep it up, and you can never go wrong."
At least both of these dorks were waxing poetical with each other. "Yeah. Not surprised on the cold," Isaac remarked. "I guess the demon blood's helping me along there. 'Cause this form sure doesn't seem to care much for clothes." If it wasn't for the horrid control nodes sticking out of his chest, it would've been more noticeable that he was basically a shirtless buff guy. "There are some stores around here. It's been a while since I've checked, but they might have some clothes." Did Digimon even wear clothes that weren't part of their natural form? Inquiring minds wanted to know.
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Post by Ochaco Hagakure on Jun 18, 2017 4:08:13 GMT
Ochaco could not help but stare as the strange cybernetic demon rattled off a series of nonchalant explanations. Isaac was treating Ochaco's transformation with all the reverence that one afforded a coworker who came into the office with a new haircut. Put simply, the juxtaposition between Ochaco's perceived gravity of the situation and Isaac's own nonchalance was a little staggering.
The woman's wings fluttered angrily as she took a step towards Isaac, a befuddled expression on her face. "Y-You seem to think this is a good thing!" Ochaco cried out, the tremor of panic returning to her voice and mingling with an ever-so-slight note of indignation. "As if being cold is the worst of my problems! I have wings! Even if I do manage to get home, nobody is going to recognize me or believe me! I'll probably be shot on sight!"
Ochaco groaned. "They're gonna think I'm some sort of freakshow at best... And they -certainly- won't believe that I am who I say I am." The fluttering 'mon's eyes turned to consider Isaac, the gears turning within her head.
"You'll have to help me change back," she finally says. "It... It has to be possible, right? Surely you know of a way to get back to human form, if you know so much about this place and these creatures and that whatever it was that turned me into this." The woman breathed a steady breath, trying to center itself. "P-Please. You can't just leave me now that I've got a weapon and an excuse not to walk everywhere. Stay with me a while...?"
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Jun 19, 2017 4:50:38 GMT
Isaac didn't seem the most sensitive to Ochaco's worries right now. Maybe he was just so dulled to the idea of Spirit Users that he couldn't see how troublesome the idea was to a newcomer. Maybe he was somewhat envious that her form was at least a badass looking fairy and not some tiny, jester-eared demon imp. Maybe he was just failing to see the issue because Ochaco could just change back with ease. Although, could she? Isaac's first return to human form took way more effort than subsequent ones, and Ochaco would likely be up against a similar barrier.
"Around here, it is a good thing," Isaac said. "Digimon can defend themselves way better than humans can. And since this world's full of them, there's a lot more reason to try defending yourself. They're not all going to have gatling guns for hands, but that doesn't mean they're to be underestimated. So while around here, a form like this is more blessing than curse.
But that's not the case back home. So you're right. Getting back's priority."
He stood as he thought on Ochaco's worries, head continuing to tilt slightly. "You're lucky," he said. There was the tiniest hint of bitterness in his voice at remembering just how lucky other Spirit Users were. "You know all of those feelings you had when you became a Digimon? You just need to take them all and let go. It's like meditating, almost. You breathed in, and now you need to breathe out. Sometimes, all it takes is to just calm down, focus, and remember that you're human."
He looked back towards Terminus, full of strange sights and sounds that were nothing like Shibuya in the slightest. "I don't blame you if it isn't the easiest thing to do right now," he said, somewhat sheepish.
That wasn't the most important part right now, though. Ochaco's worries were. He looked down at her, trying his hardest to look comforting despite being a horrifying, gangly abomination. "I'm not going to leave you until we can solve this," he said, the words sounding somewhat foreign out of his throat. Elliot was way better than him at comforting others, and NeoDevimon wasn't exactly used to being sunshine and rainbows. "I can't promise it's going to be easy. But I'll stay with you for as long as you want.
I promise."
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