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Broken Keys do not fit in forced locks [Asher]
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Post by Deleted on Mar 5, 2018 10:40:28 GMT
The first key is control.
The words were gentle, whispers in her mind. She knew they were true, she knew that in every single way that it represented her completely. She understood each and every word. She understood where they came from and why they were so common. She could see why people lacked it, why people had it, And why people feared it.
But the first key often was the hardest for others to be accepting of; her sheer level of control so soon after her cores had become stabilized was something worrying. The level of energy she had to maintain and access from a day to day basis was immense. So much so that it was difficult to do anything other than wait for Jesmon to finish what he had started...
Which had been weeks ago.
She had been here, waiting. Patiently this whole time; going to visit a particular mon from time to time as well as getting food. But past that she spent her time here. Learning her keys; but it wasn't all good for the countryside.
The sheer level of energy had not gone unnoticed; it hadn't been witnessed in quite some time and with the fact that whitewater had been attacked before only got more of a response than usual. A single flyer was posted shortly after a particular mon went too close to where she had been.
It had noticed the overwhelming difference in power and had become frightened. It spread the information quickly, and it wasn't long before the information spread onto the digital communication hub. There was a soft amount of panic, which was quickly pushed to the side by the reaction.
There were plenty of super megas in the digital world, this one was no different than the rest they figured. So send for a human, the humans had problem solvers and would quickly deal with it. So the request was made even quicker than what would be expected.
The only problem is they didn't bother to check if there was an actual threat. Leaving the fox out in the wilds near whitewater rather than check on her. So she got more and more control of herself. The first key of course was the most important.
The second key is perception.
Then there was a spike in the energy so intense and overwhelming many of the civilians on the edge of the town refused to go back to their homes. No one realized that the second key had become more pertinent now that time was on the renamon's side. It was the seventh day when help would arrive, when the third key awakened fully.
With the moon high in the sky, the clouds that covered it drifting from time to time. Making the scene closer to a hellish landscape of darkness mixed with light. But rather than be awake, and alive the forest was still and quiet. There was a predator of immense power nearby.
Nothing moved.
Nothing matter.
The third key is power.
Whispers, great and true slid through the trees, curled around leaves and brushed against flesh. It wasn't soft and kindly, it was icy and cold. It wasn't friendly, it was frustrated and ravaged by doubt.
...The... Third key is power.
Echoes of two voices continued. They waited. They could see so much, feel so much. All they could do. Was recite the keys.
....The first key is....
Stark white fur rippled, her cloak billowed and the renamon sat quietly not three feet from a growing stump. It's branches starting to curl around where she had been sitting. It was soaking in her excess energy, living and breathing again. The coloration of it's bark slowly turning to the same white that the renamon had. Icy blue eyes remained closed and a soft but frustrated frown graced her features.
The first key is control.
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Post by Asher on Mar 7, 2018 8:54:43 GMT
"Relax." Whenever anyone told Whiskers that, she automatically felt the need to do the opposite. "If it hasn't attacked anyone, it's probably harmless." This, also, did not make Whiskers want to relax. Who would believe such a theory?
Standing at the edge of the city, the feline's ears remained flat to her head. "I don't like this. If people are concerned, they're not just talking an ultimeowt. Mew can't win a fight if you can't digivolve further!" Maybe it sounded like the Meicoomon was being needlessly worried. But, when she was in charge of keeping the human alive, she had every right to be! "Let me come with mew. Purrlease?"
Briefly, yellow eyes narrowed, shifting to stare at the cat. "I want to go alone." Distortion crackled between words. A tone that the mercenary had come to easily identify. "If I don't bring company, I won't look like I want a fight, right?" That logic sounded more like Asher's.
Yet, his prior statement led the Meicoomon's response. "Do mew want to go without me? Or is it--?"
Not that she was given a chance to finish. "Yes." 'Yes' was not an answer to a question like this! And, interrupting was rude! Yet, it should be unsurprising.
"Mew still should see someone about that rabbit," she pointed out, talking quickly to avoid being spoken over. "It can't be healthy to have her talking like that. What if she figures out how to purrmanently take con--"
Cue another overdue interruption of, "you worry too much." Tongue clicked against the roof of his mouth, as the redhead tried to avoid dwelling on the concept. Something he'd been avoiding thinking too heavily on, since obtaining the beast spirit. There was a reason he hadn't continued on any other hunts, after all. It wasn't because they hadn't pinged on his digivice. He didn't want to find out what another spirit would do to him!
Or others, either. Antylamon had already taken a swing or two at Isaac. And, likely would have aimed to do much worse, if Asher wasn't capable of holding her back.
Letting out a sigh, the teen donned a warm smile. Much like the varying tones the teen and his spirit used, Whiskers had come to be able to identify his frequently used emotional masks as well. This smile was meant to calm her down. "It's just something I want to do on my own, okay? If I need you, I'll make sure to make enough noise that you'll hear it. Just keep your ears open." Was he trying to make some sort of compromise? While it wasn't convincing, Whiskers knew this was a losing battle. Giving a small huff, the cat knew when to accept the loss.
"Fine. But, purromise you'll think about seeing a doctpurr or something about the spurrit?" A better compromise.
But, Asher had already begun walking away from her. "Thinking!" He announced over his shoulder. Another lie, surely.
Though, maybe not entirely. Hands in pockets, eyes kept to the ground to watch his feet. To think too heavily on the mental toll of being a spirit user was just going to stress him out. Asher knew that. And, considering his current goal, he couldn't be bogged down by something like that! Focus on the task at hand! Then, worry about his own problems! That seemed like a good mentality! Though, was Asher taking up other people's problems, so he could avoid his own? Probably.
Stop.
Think of the devil, and it will come.
Looking up from the ground, Asher froze. For the first time, he processed how thick the air suddenly felt around him. But, it wasn't from the warmth of a night in the tropics. Something about it caused skin to prickle, and his throat to burn slightly upon inhale. Almost as if he was standing in the bitter cold, but without the actual cold.
A perk -- or perhaps a downfall -- to the close connection to his spirit. A sense of just what he might be up against from her perspective. While it had been a softer sense in Whitewater, Antylamon was making sure that he was fully aware of his current life choice now, that they had gotten close. A vague regret of not bringing Whiskers passed across him, before vision came to process that he was staring directly at the source of this aura.
Strange. A white Renamon? But, weren't Renamon rookies? Maybe, the white coat meant something different. Whiskers had mentioned to him, before, that Meicoomon were often Champion level, despite her being a rookie. Who was to say that this wasn't a similar case, somehow? Though, now, the spirit user found that he wasn't quite certain of how to address the creature. He had expected something big and potentially intimidating! Not... Not this.
Mouth opened, only to give a soft exhale. Would that interrupt whatever it was doing? Would words irritate the creature? Surely, any company would. It looked quite focused. But, after a second of contemplation, words still escaped the young man's lips. "Do you mind if I interrupt you?"
Not that the Renamon had much choice.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 7, 2018 10:05:08 GMT
The first Key is control
THe first key is Control
tHe FiRsT K-kEy iS cOntRol
The words repeated in her head over and over again as her concentration waned; the pressure seemed to ease off for a bit as she felt more of it slip. She was getting tired from how long she had been out her, pushing herself endlessly and never once really resting her body or data.
Then like a knife his voice, deep. Firm and resolute reminded her of something. Reminded her of something so soft, warm and welcoming that she was terrified of it. It grazed over her fur for a few moments and she'd shudder; her scars twitching in reaction to such stimuli.
"He won't give you a second chance. You are still too weak to face him or the D-reapers. You will fail if you don't continue. You can't rest K, you already lost so much time."
The words stung and she was left sitting there in silence, anger righteous and true coursed through her for a few moments before she exhaled slowly. She'd gingerly feel around herself noting that the branches of the stump had started to curl around her in such a fashion where she looked to be the centerpiece of it. Though they didn't so much touch her as avoiding her, it was quite a strange idea....
She'd slowly close her senses and exhale, placing her hands palm together. One hand was facing down and the other was up to help her center herself. She needed to continue this train.
Tell me again.
"He will kill you. You must learn your keys. You have six of them, four of them are immediately accessible. Recite the mantra."
She'd slowly exhale and mull over what the Jesmon was saying to her and she'd bristle as her pressure intensified as her resolve slowly hardened. It was getting easier for her but it still hurt to think about that neck snapp-
"The first key is control"
The ground rumbled and removed the train of thought from her startling the renamon for a moment and she'd exhale very slowly once more. She centered herself and started over following suit.
She felt time dilate and she had trouble noting how much time was actually passing. But she could distinctly feel another presence eventually approach her. It was a spirit user of some kind, as humans smelled differently, sensed differently and well.. Over all they were just different. In general.
The First key is control
There was a soft rumble and she'd float a little lower for a moment before gently removing herself from the stump as she could feel the presence get closer and closer. But figuring it might be a bad idea, the jesmon slowly pulled her back into it.
She could feel the power of this individual in bounds; but it was familiar. It sensed right and it was just... She could feel the intent, the curiousness, the marred amount of emotions from several different people in one.
There was a soft pause and as the human got closer she could feel them assessing her, watching her. Weighing her. She could feel the eyes on her, the judgement it was trying to pass on her. It didn't make her lose control.
"The Second key is-"
Then it spoke, the human interrupted something that was so profound that the unfinished thought snapped a few branches nearest her from the stump and caused a few of the leaves to wither.
Slowly, agonizingly eyes that had remained closed for what felt like weeks opened. She had to blink a few moments and she was greeted with a sight she wasn't sure how to feel about. She recognized the man, she recognized his aura and recognized his name. She knew his name, she knew this man, she knew this aura. There was a soft but gentle whisper and the renamon vanished....
Only to appear a mere two or so feet away from him, a gentle hand lifting up to gingerly press it's pointer digit to his forehead. The eyes looked over the man for a few moments and there was a soft inhalation. The first breath she had taken in what felt like weeks. Her voice rumbled, with power, with pressure and with such a gentle reverberation that the local area seemed to sigh with a breath of relief as the pressure lessened by a small amount.
"A friend Needs not interrupt. What do you need?"
Icy blue eyes searched his features for a moment, took in his hair. Red in nature, she could feel his spirits more intensely now. She could feel everything about them, she could feel each and every one of them as though they were standing in front of her. There was a long drawling pause and the renamon exhaled, breathing properly for the first time in a while.
"Asher."
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Post by Asher on Mar 8, 2018 9:37:49 GMT
An eye twitched, subtly, hearing the crack of the branches nearby. Oh, he very well may have upset the beast. With any luck, the redhead had not. Anything that could break something with its mind was something he shouldn't mess with! Taking another breath, the young man was careful to hold this one.
And only expelled as the strange Renamon reappeared in front of him. Though, her touch was enough to immediately provoke the spirits within. Data snapped around the spirit user's hand, aggressively warping shape, as it attempted to fight the resistance of its host. The strange combination of excessive warmth and cold felt almost like a shock against the teen's skin. Yet, while his demons wanted to shield him, he remained in human form.
They could feel the other creature. And, not a single spirit enjoyed their presence being known. The distress of his spirits caused a twist in Asher's stomach and tightness in his chest. But, with words uttered, the coding around his hand slipped to a much more stable swirl. Less defensive. Less urgent. Friend? What made them friends? Was this just a term that the enlightened Digimon was using for someone that wasn't an enemy? Or, did they actually know one another?
Eyes narrowed, trying to quickly assess the situation. The voice was somewhat familiar. But, the appearance less so! Hearing his name seemed to click everything into place, as luck would have it. Now, his eyes widened, blinking with surprise. A small hiss escaped from the fractal code, that had once been prepared for a worst-case scenario, as it soon fizzled into nothing. "I didn't think you'd take the fur-dyeing thing seriously," he joked, voice soft. How long ago had that been? Asher'd lost track of time, from all the travelling between worlds.
For a moment, it seemed that he had forgotten the reason he was here. Instead, opting to ask, "what're you doing out here?" There were so many other questions he could have asked. Such as inquiring to the heavy aura, or the voice change. But, maybe, the redhead was just content for now, knowing that the Renamon seemed to be doing well. Surely, his reasoning for interrupting could wait for a few minutes. It wasn't like he was on a time limit, after all. And, it was nice to see a familiar face once and a while.
Even if this face wasn't necessarily familiar at all.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 8, 2018 13:55:19 GMT
There is no fear to this man, he came here for a reason but why?
He seemed to react rather negatively to the fact that she had cracked the branches nearby. It was something new she was still getting used to; the oppressive power of her strongest core. In every sense of the word it should of made little sense... but it didn't much matter to her.
Surprise etched on his features and the spirit's responded in such a way that spoke volumes of what they desired to do. They wanted to fight and protect their user; they weren't going to use him just to keep going onwards for some foolish reasoning... Or was she wrong? Were his spirits the culmination of horrors she didn't understand? She wished to know.
"I couldn't feel them before."
The renamon looked concerned for a few moments, her ears flicking just a bit. She was weak the last time they had met, remarkably so. She hadn't a semblance of what she was, what she could of been... Everything and anything was up for grabs when they first met. But now she had such a semblance of...
The first key is control
There was an odd mix of pressure with asher standing so close to her, while it wasn't harmful to him in the slightest... It likely wouldn't be something he'd want to feel either. The gentle overwhelming nature of a super mega that was on the precipice of functionality.
It took him a few moments, his spirits started to calm and the human seemed to slowly register who she was. What she was and what she had been; at the crack of a joke she'd smile just a bit and affectionately pat the top of the man's head. Giving any hair that stuck out a firm ruffle.
"This isn't Dye unfortunately, it's a tad more serious than that but... It's good to see you again."
She looked him over again, she wanted to learn more about the spirits she could feel. That she could just see yawning on a precipice of destruction and madness, she wanted to help somehow but she couldn't really... Expect him to understand.
"I'm learning the keys of digivolution, my form is fractured and broken from when I was Digitized fighting against... A foe I was not prepared for."
The renamon continued to look the man over, frowning after a few moments. Her icy blue eyes locking with his for a very long stretch of minutes. She wouldn't break eye contact, and if he looked away that wouldn't stop her from staring.
"I achieved super mega, albeit I can only hold the form for a short time but.. I have patience. What happened to you Asher? Your spirits feel different, your energy is different than I remember..."
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Post by Asher on Mar 9, 2018 9:11:38 GMT
Them? Who was 'them'? Was the Renamon referring to Asher's spirits? Another twist in his chest confirmed that his Nightmares felt similarly on the suspicion. They did not like this. They didn't approve. In part, they wanted to act with aggression. The other, wanted to pressure the teen into fleeing. Still, Asher ignored the inner turmoil. After all, this was his body, and his life. The spirits already had theirs. What was hundreds of years worth of Digital Intuition, versus his stubbornness, anyway?
It seemed the spirits especially had no choice, once Asher had recognized K for who she was. There was a small snicker that escaped from the teen's mouth, as he tried to lower his head a little to escape the ruffling of hair. "Good to see you too, K," he chuckled, selecting which part of the statement to take priority. The dye thing would surely take a longer explanation than just reciprocating a feeling, so he chose to wait for a second on that one.
Though, he had to assume with the next explanation that it had something to do with her being, "digitized?" What did that mean? Did she die? Thank you, invasive thoughts that provide helpful insight. "That's not like your form of death, is it?" Even in context, it would make sense. But, Asher had yet to actually encounter an enemy dangerous enough to be intent on killing someone! Mangle them, maybe, but flat-out murder?
Another question came to mind, on that topic. "What are 'keys of digivolution'?" Was it just learning how to Digivolve again? Especially for being able to hold Super Mega level for extended periods?
Super. Mega.
Subtle again, the redhead's body tensed. He still hadn't even acquired his mega. Or looked for it, for that matter. After his beast had proven to be quite the treat, Asher hadn't been particularly willing to proceed with his hunts. Yellow eyes still maintained contact with K's, providing little support to processing his current emotions. Actors had this way of making their eyes glaze over to a relatively blank state, and it seemed that the young man was using that skill right now. Though, would that matter, when his conversational partner could sense his spirits? Could she sense the tingling in his skin, or the skip in his heartbeat when she inquired on him?
Could she see through the mask that he donned, of a careless grin? The thought made him further his discomfort. "Maybe they were shy before," he joked, to cover the actual answer. At least one of them was veering on uncontrollable, and Asher was well aware. Just one misstep. That's all it would take. So, why was Asher making so many of those faltering steps lately? "What do you mean, though?" Was he playing dumb? Or, legitimately curious now? "I think I'm the same. And I don't have any new spirits. Unless one crawled into my digivice when I wasn't looking." More jokes to cover insecurity. Of course. Asher would shield himself, even if he was falling apart.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 9, 2018 9:43:59 GMT
K continued to stare at the young man, rather she wasn't so much staring at him as down his road to where his spirits lay in wait. Lay patiently for him to call them out; but something just felt wrong to her somehow? She'd furrow her brow just a little bit but she'd perk up a tad when he snickered. Trying to avoid her ruffling of his hair; though even with him avoiding that it only made the renamon smile softly.
"I hope you've been doing well."
This wasn't so much a question as it was a statement, he wouldn't be here if he wasn't doing well as the digital world could hold stress in the palm of it's hand. She'd pause after a few moments, still looking him over. She honestly wondered what Mikemon would think of this spirit user. She'd grin just a bit after a few long moments and gestured over to the stump.
"Come. Sit. lets talk."
Regardless of whether or not the young man came with her wouldn't change the renamon's reaction. She desired to sit, she desired rest even though as they spoke her mantra didn't stop in her head. It repeated faster and faster in the presence of this man. That had seen her at her weakest, now saw her at what would be her strongest.
"It is our form of death, usually enough to stop us from being who we are and forcing us to reform as... Eggs back in the village of beginnings."
She shared this information freely but left out a few very important details of the process as she also didn't know how true the information she knew was. She only had tid bits, she'd gingerly pull the cloak away from her neck showing off the scar of the fangs that had sank into her neck...
"A threat of some kind to the digital world, one I didn't recognize or know how to react to killed me after knocking me out of mega. It had some kind of digimon working for it, not out of choice but out of control. I don't know what to call them.. but I don't think I'll get another chance if I have to fight them again without being stronger than I am."
Her eyes hardened and she stared at Asher for a few long moments.
"If it wasn't for Jesmon, one of my three cores being on the look out during that fight we wouldn't be talking right now. It would of absorbed me and I would of been permanently gone. Not even it being digitized would of helped I think.. but I don't know how the absorbed portion works..."
Then there came another question, one that was just as loaded as the one before. Though this one was less serious, the renamon smiled slowly; the serious expression from earlier vanishing all together and her pressure eased as the mantra continued in her head.
"From what my cores have told me, they are the Keys to everything about a digimon. They can change for mon's and usually there are six of them. I've only managed to find three, learn one and well. I know there is a fourth somewhere further.. but I'm not there yet. It's very vague and convoluted."
She saw asher react to her sublte hints of her strength and she stared at him. Gently, kindly and almost as though she was a mother she'd reach out to place her hand on his shoulder.
"I couldn't sense them like this before, they weren't as intensive."
He seemed to dodge the question or at least try to deflect it by asking what she meant. He knew what she meant there was no getting past that. She started to frown a little bit and she slowly shook her head.
"Oh asher you sweet summer child..."
The renamon would move off of the stump, far enough away from him and the spirits he held for a long few moments. There was a sudden flare up and the most gentle light that she had ever experienced erupted around her body. Forcing it to adhere to a shape of power. The process was slow, certain and simple. The light was warm and just radiated power, there was nothing overbearing... Some runes that seemed a little odd and out of place could be seen for maybe a brief instant.
When the light gently faded away and the renamon's form was replaced with something far more powerful she turned her massive helmeted head towards the human.
"When did wearing clothing made of lies take priority over friends?"
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Post by Asher on Mar 10, 2018 6:26:53 GMT
Asher could tell that it hadn't been a question posed, and instead gave a small hum. "Same for you." Maybe that sounded informal, but formalities weren't really all that necessary between the two of them, were they? Plus, they surely had some catching up to do! After all, K was very obviously different from their last meeting!
Giving a nod, the teen followed the request. Statement? Whatever it was. Moving to sit with the rookie -- if he could really consider her that -- he would listen to her explanation. So, it was death. Lips remained pressed tight, until he could hear the full story of what had destroyed her. While he could keep an otherwise steady expression, nerves shifted to irritation. And, soon after, anger. An emotion surely fueled further by the creatures within. But, instead, the teen took a breath.
It was for the best that K hadn't delved into details of the source of her death. If it had destroyed a Mega, Asher wouldn't stand a chance against them. Yet, he was more than tempted to try to challenge that. Instead, he'd try to focus on different details. Both to prove he was listening, and to further the conversation. "Who's Jesmon?" Tone remained soft, despite the inner frustration. It wasn't his fight to be had, anyway. This was between the Renamon and whoever had killed her.
As far as cores went, Asher was completely lost. He had no idea what cores were. "Cores are... what?" There was no skirting around this one! He was clueless! Were they what made a Digimon a Digimon? Or the source of Digivolution? Or, something else entirely?
Another breath to try to relieve some of the pressure. Sure, it was obvious that K could tell that the redhead was tense. But, it didn't have to be too obvious! Right? Probably wrong. Would she have been able to sense his spirits before, if they were as active as they were now? Asher would never know. But, he had hoped it would have been enough of a response to be believable.
Wait. Summer child? What in the world was a summer child?
The teen wasn't even familiar with this term! It wasn't wrong that he was born in the summer, but he certainly wasn't a child anymore. And, he was smart enough to tell that she probably didn't actually mean anything about how warm it was when he was a kid!
Eyebrow raised, watching the Renamon stand up and begin to glow. For a few moments, this was entirely fine. Until the power level seemed to change around her. And, while it didn't seem malicious in the slightest, Asher felt a hitch in his breath. Shifting positioning, the teen slid his hands behind his body. In one sense, to alter posture. In another, to conceal them. While the show, overall, seemed quite peaceful, that didn't mean his spirits had to agree.
But, when confronted after the digivolution had completed, the redhead slowly opened his mouth. Nothing escaped. Not even a breath. Pressing lips shut again, yellow eyes glanced to the side. Finally, a poor response came. "It's not lying," he argued, softly. "I think the word is prevaricate." Though, lie by omission also worked. Maybe Asher was just arguing to argue, at this point. Who would have thought that the strange man might have the vocabulary to provide a legitimate word to his act?
That still didn't address the issue. Leaning forward, the teen crossed his arms over his knees. Why bother to hide it? A band of coding circled closely around his hand, seeming quite intent on staying put. Occasionally, it would flare out slightly, only to simmer back into a more controlled state. "I guess," if he had to be honest -- which it seemed he did -- he may as well do it now! "I'd rather lie about an issue, than drag other people into it."
There was a small scoff, that turned into more of a chuckle. "Speaking of. As awesome as that look is. I think you're intimidating my spirits with it." Then again, everything about K seemed to set off red flags with at least one of the spirits! "What's this one called? Is that Jesmon, or something else?"
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Post by Deleted on Mar 12, 2018 1:32:10 GMT
All K really could do was chuckle at the level of informality that Asher presented with that simple statement. She didn't mind it, in fact she relished it. Most people she was running into now days were calling her by fancy titles or making presumptions of her power just based on appearance alone. Though the fact that her pressure was high enough she should of guessed they'd be like that.
She couldn't really tell what response he had to her confirming that being digitized was the equivalent of death. She couldn't help but wonder what he thought of the whole process or what he thought of the results from it. She'd rub her muzzle thoughtfully and stare at the Human for a few moments.
"Jesmon is one of my Cores, he's a Super-Mega based being. I'm the bi-product of a data loop between three of them without actually being based around one. We're trying to fix that with... another core being implemented along with this meditation process."
What would cores mean to humans? What would they mean to one another? The renamon took a long few moments to mull about this. But she answered quickly on that branch of things.
"Realistically speaking, it's like if you took a human 'soul' gave it a physical manifestation and put it at your center. So basically like a heart of a human that holds everything about you. The data is super compressed and our forms come from it normally."
She could tell that her change into super mega had bothered not only him a little bit but the spirits as well. The Jesmon of course shifted a bit, not moving all too much as she was able to see further and feel further as well. She stood there for a long few moments.
"Say what you will about it, it worries me. You don't seem like a liar or someone that has anything they really need to hide."
There was a massive shrug of the shoulders and she'd watch him for a few moments. She could feel the massive pull of energy and with a soft huff the Jesmon shifted slightly. She could hold this form for maybe another minute? There wasn't an air of discomfort or anything, more just worry. But mostly directed to or for the human.
"You don't have to do things alone Asher, people will be here for you regardless of whether or not you want them to be. If anything you've only made me want to help you more ultimately."
There was a small frown and the Jesmon really wanted to reach forward, give the human a re-assuring pat or something. But considering her size she'd be.. well. A little hard to deal with immediately.
His mention of how the form was awesome as well as how it was bothering his spirits only led to the Jesmon slowly being engulfed by the same gentle light from earlier. The renamon of course couldn't really hold this form for very long if at all. She couldn't imagine a fight with it at the moment.
"I'll keep that in mind for the future then, Given the chance I'd like to talk to your renamon spirit sometime in the future. Have a few questions for them."
The renamon would take a seat next to the human giving him a small smile with a dip of the head at his following question.
"Jesmon is indeed his name and his form. He's both my teacher as well as eventually going to be my main core once everything is said and done."
There was a soft pause and she wanted to say something remarkably profound but it just came out wrong; her garbled speech was a bi-product of her data being still rather mucky. With an explosive huff the renamon looked somewhat cross.
"Feh. Never mind on that one, suppose that area is still under work..."
The echo of what she said was strong enough to where it didn't just go away. If anything it just made what she said so much more prominent for individuals on a different level.
The first key is control.
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Post by Asher on Apr 6, 2018 5:26:22 GMT
It was likely for the best that K hadn't made any inquiries on Asher's opinion on the whole digitization subject. He wasn't actually sure how he's respond to her! Especially considering that she seemed capable of sensing when he wasn't being entirely honest! With the conversation shifting to other information, he figured he had likely dodged that bullet.
Though, Asher had to admit that this cores thing had made him pretty lost. Eyebrows scrunched, trying to visualize everything. "So, are all 'cores' kind of a Digimon's," he paused, still trying to fully establish the thought that he had begun, "final stage?" Maybe this was a K-only type of thing! Though, three? Did that mean K would turn into three different things? Or, was Asher just thinking way too hard on this?
Maybe he was thinking too hard on this. If they added another core, that was a weird soul-heart, wouldn't that mean-- "Another core isn't going to change you, is it? Like, your personality?" Of course it could change her appearance! Asher may be oblivious sometimes, but he was well-aware that the Renamon wasn't originally white! And, that they didn't seem to come in white, normally!
If only the teen didn't have his spirits to deal with. The transformation would have been a much nicer sight! Instead, his body felt tense, and the spirit user felt a slight conflict with the desire to keep current form. "I mean, I don't tell everyone everything. So, maybe I do," he hummed, throwing a glance to the sky. After all, it wasn't like he broadcasted his past. In fact, he attempted to bury it even from himself, some days! Though, K wasn't wrong that Asher wasn't much of a liar. Especially to a friend.
Feeling his chest tighten, the redhead looked back to his conversational partner. "Why do I need help?" Voice was legitimately curious, without a hint of spite. Didn't the Digimon think that he could handle what he was going through, on his own? Unlikely. Especially considering the faint pain that shot up his arm, from suppressing his spirits will, the answer was [literally] painfully obvious.
It was probably for the best that the Jesmon couldn't pat him at all. It would have probably done more harm than good, considering his current mental state, and level of denial. But, with the Jesmon returning to a more familiar form, the teen let out a sigh of relief. Fingers twitched a little, as fractal coding flared out, before shattering entirely, soon fading away into the air. Thank god. Thank Jesmon? Hm.
Anyway. "My Renamon spirit?" Asher echoed, thinking for a moment. Why would anyone want to talk to a dead fox? "She's not very talkative, really," he admitted, with a shrug. For once, there were no hostile feelings. Nothing wanting to push itself through his veins, and force control. A soft curiosity spread, but otherwise it was silent. "But, whenever you want to talk to her, I'm sure it can be done." There was no protest, after all! Maybe, the Renamon spirit secretly hoped for a chance at its own thoughts! After all, a sprite wasn't nearly strong enough to push past its host's will!
Though, if Jesmon would become K's primary core, would that change her? It seemed almost like he was currently the only core. Or, at least that Asher was aware of! Not that he had too much time to ask. K seemed to be malfunctioning a little! Leaning away, the redhead raised an eyebrow. "Uhm," he hummed, trying not to come off too rude about the strange moment. But, it was one of those moments where it was hard to not acknowledge the oddity!
"I'm really curious what that was supposed to be," he admitted, slowly. "Guess we both have things to work on, huh?" A soft chuckle escaped his lips, while the teen managed a small smile. Terrible time to try to make anything sound humorous, wasn't it?
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Post by Deleted on May 20, 2018 6:12:58 GMT
The renamon tilted her head a little bit when asher seemed somewhat unsure how to respond to her. She'd gently rub the back of her head and give him a soft but somewhat friendly smile. She wasn't going to push him too hard for answers past what she already had anyways. He might balk if she got too forceful on the matter.
"Well each core is basically a digimon. So you could say I have three separate digimon making me as I am."
The renamon shifted a little bit and nodded at his question. The final stage was approaching her whether she liked it or not. There wasn't much she could do there. She of course would happily shift and put a hand to her chest.
"Another core is going to of course change what i am, who I am a little bit. With a super mega being pulled in it will inevitably affect me and the choices I make subtly for some time."
The renamon sighed and looked down at her hands; that grin spreading across her face. She could feel the tugging of examon within her along with the jesmon that softly was working on her body.
"Eventually it'll settle into what I am, it will take some time for my natural personality to come through but that's all right. The transition period will be laden with work."
The renamon rubbed her muzzle and stared at asher quietly as he spoke. He was of course not lying when he said that he didn't tell everyone everything. She couldn't blame him; some truths were hard to give unto others after all. She'd reach out and gently pat his shoulder if he allowed her.
"Which on it's own is fine, but you don't need to hide everything you know?"
The renamon stared at the human for a few long moments and then she'd lean back looking somewhat unsure. What could she say there? Instead she'd answer his question as best she could.
"Your eyes say it to me, I don't know what it is but.. they're asking for help in the oddest way you could say. If I'm wrong I'm wrong but I wish I could."
The renamon considered quietly that his renamon spirit wouldn't be talkative; of course it wouldn't be how could it after all? Most spirits weren't talkative and the ones that were weren't renamons. Her species was naturally known to being the strong silent type.
"I'd say maybe a later date then! Perhaps when she is more comfortable after all. You ever talk to her about that red hair thing?"
The renamon laughed and stuck out her tongue at the human before quirking a brow. She'd stare quietly at the human however when he made the 'uhm' sound. She'd rub the back of her head and glance awkwardly to the side.
"My data is still a mess, I..."
The renamon gripped her legs tightly and looked down at the ground. Seeming somewhat sullen for a few moments before perking up slightly.
"Because of all of this currently my data is reasonably unstable in a sense. What caused all of this though..."
She'd bring up a hand; showing off the fact that she had healed quite well from the last time the two of them had met.
"Is my death. So you could say that i'm slowly getting knitted back together seam by seam, data line by data line."
She'd crack a small smile and of course offer the human a gentle but somewhat firm hug if he accepted it.
"But yes we do both have things to work on; I just wish I knew how to even.. Do normal stuff anymore. Along with help my friends truly when they need it. What do you say after all of this that we go shopping again and get you some.. what do the humans call it? New digs?"
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Post by Asher on Jul 26, 2018 6:06:51 GMT
Giving a slow nod, it might be obvious that the teen was still trying to fully process the idea of cores. But, at this point, he thought he might have it figured out enough that he didn't need to further ask on the matter! "I think I get it," he hummed, after a moment more of thinking. Digimon were kind of complex. Did they think the same of squishy humans, who dealt with failing organs and pumping hearts?
But, the thought that the cores would change who she was felt unsettling. Asher didn't really want K to change too much! But, on another level, he almost felt like he could relate to it. Maybe, that was the most disconcerting part. After all, it felt like the further he fell into his spirits, the more they nudged and bit at his personality. Though, would they settle, like K said that hers would? Time would tell, though the redhead couldn't help but feel that his case may veer from her's at that point.
"Just don't forget who you are, alright?" This comment was provided with a friendly smile, despite the conflicted feelings. Maybe, it would have been something good for him to remember, too. Yet, this was only directed at the Renamon. There was no dual intent to direct it at himself, and the idea soared completely over his head. Then again, maybe Asher's concern was that he would be forgotten by the white Digimon, who was clearly going through a large sum of changes.
Still, he wouldn't move at the pat. Instead, he maintained a smile, as if acting like nothing was wrong. "Maybe," he responded, airily. Maybe he didn't. Maybe he did. Who knew? Asher certainly didn't.
Eyes shut for a moment. K wasn't necessarily wrong, was she? "Mmm," a small groan came from the back of the ex-actor's throat. Rather than masking it with a thoughtful hum, it sounded as if it were painful to even consider admitting she may be right. Finally, after a short debate, eyes opened again. "Well," he started, slowly, "I've been having--" it was hard to admit this "--trouble with handling the last spirit I found." Was that phrasing it too lightly? Or did it make it sound worse than it probably was? "It's kind of hard to explain."
After all, how did anyone explain voices in their head, or sudden impulses, feelings, or even occasional motions and words that weren't actually their own? It would make any normal person think that Asher had gone insane! Luckily, he was able to keep the beast suppressed for the most part. But, if he mentioned all the bad things, it would almost feel required to point out the times when the rabbit had actually attempted to assist or protect him.
At least a good joke about hair (fur?) dye was enough to lighten the mood! A small snicker came from the redhead's lips, as he shook his head. "I can't help but get this feeling that she doesn't approve of the red fur! I don't know why." Probably because Renamons weren't meant to be red! "Maybe I can convince her someday." He could already feel the very strong 'no' that was planting itself firmly in the back of his head. Ah well. Worth a shot!
Not that the jesting was long-lasted. It was awfully hard to keep it, with gibberish and talk of death. "I wish I could have been there to... try to stop whatever happened to you." Maybe, that was incentive enough to work on getting stronger. It wasn't like Asher could just shy away from all of his other evolutions, simply because one of them was difficult to work with, right? Maybe Antylamon was just helping him prepare for keeping control of the others! Or, she simply was the worst he'd deal with!
One could only hope that the rabbit was the worst spirit Asher would struggle against.
Still, he'd take the offer of a hug from his friend. Yet, when K suggested a plan after the dust would settle, Asher had to stare at her, attempting to keep a straight face. Which would be just fine! If he didn't have to answer her somehow. "New," he drew the word out, as the snickering began, "digs. Yes. Uh. We don't call it that, but." Shaking his head, it seemed that the smile had returned to his face. Intentional or not, there was no way someone couldn't find the Renamon's word choice at least a little funny! "That sounds like a great idea." Now if only he could figure out where she even found that term! "We'll have to do that."
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