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Post by Sinn on Mar 10, 2018 5:48:54 GMT
Kajunemon trudged his way into the Inn as eyes watched him carefully. Perhaps it was the fact that he was a little cut-up, with clear scars lining his form and clothing. Perhaps it was the fact that in his 'reduced, single tail' form, he was much more slender and he had to hold his clothing and armor up to even move properly. The fox paid for a larger room to accommodate his taller stature than most humans and was lead to his room, the Ronin clearly favoring one side. The bellhop carried his armor and sword as they made casual conversation;
"Long day? You look a little roughed up."
"You have no idea. Any doctors in the area?"
"I'll ask the desk, this is your room."
The aforementioned room was spacy, even to the much larger Super Mega, with a single bed pushed all the way at the end of the wall and a desk stood adjacent to it. Cheap paintings of scenery lined the walls, with one or two featuring a Digimon either posing for the shot, or simply enjoying the same scenery. There was an older model TV at the end of the room, facing the bed in a manner the suggested watching the TV while in the bed. Kajunemon winced as he held his side, leaning on the cheap wallpaper decorated insides. The bellhop groaned as he placed the equipment at the door and stretched;
"How's a guy as skinny as you carry all of that?"
Kajunemon only grunted as he walked deeper into the room and collected his belongings. Tipping the bellhop as he undid the rope that was tightly wound around his waist, it desperately held his clothing up as he simply pulled the rope out and let it fall now, his 'underwear' being the bandages he tightened around his midsection and lowerbody. The fox gave a deep sigh as he rolled into the bed that was made to support and comfort a creature of his size. With a single sigh, the fox began to drift off. He knew he would not be human again until his his injuries were healed and his energy returned, otherwise, his human form might gravely suffer for it.
Hours later there was a knock at his large door, the fox would not answer, simply because of the 'resting state' he was in. Eventually someone would wake him with some sort of physical means, cold water usually did the trick. But once they saw the fox's shape when he pulled the covers from him, they'd see why he needed a doctor.
He still wondered why his body shrunk after such a long and arduous fight.
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Post by Dr. Mikemon on Mar 11, 2018 5:34:28 GMT
This some sort of joke? This is barely worth my time...
Even with his own clinic, Mikemon still had to be on call at least a few days of the month - at the very least, to keep his position as Whitewater's medical spokesperson. Ordinarily, that would have just meant spending a few hours in Whitewater's offices, performing routine procedures and check-ups for those with the wherewithal to request them. But, just for today, the cat was responding to 'house calls' - maybe the paperwork had been done incorrectly? Why was he being called over for 'a skinny fox with cuts', as the bellhop called it?
Well, whatever: hopefully, he'd be able to get over this quickly. Wearing the typical band around his arm, the feline gave a knock at the door: "Whitewater Medical. House call." And... no answer. Though concerning, it wasn't exactly unexpected - the patient could have just been out of it. Tapping a key against the door, the Mikemon slipped right in, seeing the fox resting peacefully under the sheets. Equipment and heavier clothes rested, strewn across the floor. Curious - maybe this fox was a mega or super mega? Either way, those sheets were soon pulled away, the feline's eyes resting on the wounds across his fur. Electrical burns, fire, cuts - what kind of scrap was this?
"Hello?" Resting a hand on Kajunemon's shoulder, Mikemon gave a careful, but firm shake, to try and wrest Kajunemon from his slumber. "Your house-call's here. Anything I should know about, or am I just treating it as I see?"
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Post by Sinn on Mar 11, 2018 11:37:46 GMT
With a groan and a hand placed squarely on his muzzle, the fox pivoted on his backside, leaning up to meet the much smaller cat in front of him. He recognized the digimon as Mikemon, and figured he must have been the doctor the Bellhop called. His words confirmed it. His immediate question was if there was anything he should worry about.
Well, Kajunemon's brain felt as if it was going to burst from his skull, he was light-headed and his mouth was as dry as the Folder Desert area. That wasn't mentioning the soreness across his body and the sharp, stinging sensations from the cuts and electrical burns from the previous fight. The scars were also incredibly irradiated and itched something fierce. He leaned even more forward, adjusting his blood soaked bandage 'undergarment' and finally spoke;
"Nausea, weakness, fatigue, sharp pains in my joints and muscles. Extreme hunger and thirst."
Upon examination, the Mikemon would see what he could with the bandages on. The fox was healing, but would need some 'assistance' in the endeavor if he wanted to up and about in the next couple of days. He'd see the body attempting to heal at a slightly faster rate than most digimon, and looking closer into the data and wounds, he would see the that his reduced muscle mass was to protect him from injury. Basically a 'Data saver' to keep his shape so his human form didn't suffer greatly from it. Of course, with no digivice present, there would be no way for Mikemon to know he was a Biomerge. There was no need for him to know right now anyway.
"If needbe, I can remove the bandages. Just a form of decency to the public."
He gave a chuckle and then a groan. His slender frame racking with a heavy, wet cough. He would curse and lean back, catching his breath.
"That one is new."
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Post by Dr. Mikemon on Mar 11, 2018 23:53:27 GMT
At the very least, this patient didn't have any sort of riddle that he needed to solve. No weirdness with corrupted data, no multiple cores, nothing threatening to dominate him over the long term. No: each and every symptom that the feline witnessed and that the impromptu patient mentioned could be summed up quite easily:
"Diagnosis: a lot of battle damage." The cat seemed slightly bored, though he held a respectable amount of focus in his eyes. Casually, he extended his left hand outwards - a small dark circle into what appeared to be a void split open, the feline drawing a red crystal into his paw. "There's little I can do but simply help the process along." Thankfully no burn wounds looked too bad - though at the Kajunemon's chuckle, he gave his own. "Might as well move them. I've seen some off quite a bit worse than you."
Right now, Mikemon didn't have too much of a reason to inspect Kajunemon's data. Hearing him cough, the cat set the gem aside for a brief moment, and moved to adjust Kajunemon's resting position - instead of leaving him lying on his back, the cat moved the pillow further down to Kajunemon's midsection, and adjusted him to sit up.
Past that, once more grasping onto that gem, he gave a slight bit of focus. Hoisting that gem up, resting it about an inch from Kajunemon's chest, a familiar green light would radiate out, spreading and soon covering the fox's body. Maintaining the focus, the feline closed his eyes, the healing energy starting to work at those wounds. "What kind of fight were you in, then?"
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Post by Sinn on Mar 12, 2018 2:03:56 GMT
So far, so good. Mikemon didn't seem too surprised by his wounds or his state. In fact, he looked quite bored. Which Kajunemon took as a good thing. Nothing fancy here, just simple battle scars. The Mikemon moved and positioned him as he coughed, or rather suggested as he much larger fox didn't wish to complicate things. His ears perked at the question, the Ronin almost forgetting about the D-Reaper itself.
"A TigerVespmon, he was corrupted." he spoke through his teeth as the aura seared away at his wounds, he figured it was part of the process:
"D-Reaper..." he said as his breath quickened, clear that his healing crystal was causing his physical distress. He put a hand out, trying to block it;
"E-enough... I know it's healing, but it's to the point that my wounds do more than just slightly burn.
Upon closer examination, Mikemon might notice the corrupted data from the D-Reaper that Kajunemon had willingly absorbed to prevent it from returning to it's master. While it didn't threaten to overtake the fox, it was preventing his healing through the way of the crystal. What's more is that something else would show its 'face'. Feint as it may be, but the energy and data of a Demon Lord would illusively show itself for a brief moment before hiding amongst the data of the this fox. It would be hard to notice, but if one was familiar with it, they'd take notice.
Kajunemon would sigh again, taking off his bandages to allow the Mikemon to get a full spectrum of his scars and wounds along his body. He tossed them aside and cursed, sitting up so the cat-doctor could do his job better. He was not used to being completely bare, but he pushed modesty aside for the sake of being properly treated:
"Anything I should be concerned about with that crystal? Or is intense burning a normal sensation to feel under the crystal?"
He winced again, the wounds across his body still reacting slightly to the aura of the crystal. Perhaps it was the corrupted data causing it, perhaps it was that Lust who was hurt by the waves of healing energy. Or perhaps the fox himself was that hurt. Either way, he'd find the D-Reaper data particularly hard to remove as it was intertwined with most of the data in the immediate areas he absorbed it. In reality, the Fox's body would destroy it in time. But there was no real way to tell that now.
The bare Ronin rotated his shoulder as he felt a sudden tension, his muscles spasming as the corrupted data worked it's way further into the fox. It might have looked as though it was dominating, and it might have with other Digimon. But Kajunemon's vaccine state, coupled with his own 'remediation' he body naturally made, it would allow the corruption to spread and then it would be destroyed.
That was the idea anyway.
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Post by Dr. Mikemon on Mar 12, 2018 2:36:50 GMT
Wait - his healing was causing the fox actual pain? Blinking, the feline took a moment to examine the Kajunemon's data. Just as he said, D-Reaper data was integrated heavily into the fox's system, the realization of which causing the cat to let out a 'tch' through his fangs.
"'Red' data and 'Black' data, too. Figures, though you were involved in that whole mess in the Dark Area?" Right now, the Mikemon only really knew what he could pick up off of radio or TV broadcasts, but the whole ordeal just didn't sit right for the cat. For the moment, the doctor would refrain from using his healing aura, at least long enough for the Ronin to pull out of those bandages. The wounds shown were more of the same, though the complete image did help the cat to work.
"Intense burning can be a normal reaction, yes. Healing is quite an intensive process, especially on one in your position. Still, I'm going to start with something a little more 'direct' in your case." What did that mean? The Mikemon once more held his paw around the crystal, pressing his free hand over one of the wounds. A moment later, the 'shadow' cast from his palm would take shape, and 'fold and twist' around themselves until they took the texture of a sharp, threaded needle. At the edge of each cut, this 'Shadow Stitching' would literally start to sew the more open-wounds together: when a cut was finished, the shadow would ebb away, leaving healed flesh and fur behind, almost as if the wound was never there.
"It's gonna suck, one way or another. But I'll get you on the right track."
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Post by Sinn on Mar 12, 2018 3:03:19 GMT
With a slight, a little more gentle nod, the Ronin would answer the Mikemon in short order:
"Yes... I heard there were more D-Reaper agents present in the area. I shouldn't have gone all out. But, then again, the 'Captain' as they called him was nothing to be trifled with. Easily matched me as a Super Mega."
He held his knuckles out to show the bruising from the fist fighting and the punching of pure metal:
"But I freed him... that's all that matters."
He grunted a bit as he felt Mikemon's 'shadow stitching' began to seal his open wounds. The fox would grunt, but at least his pain was in a specified area, rather than all over. He could focus better this way, and despite the seemingly worse pain, it was just a manner of thinking elsewhere.
Until the cat would move closer to his heart. There was a single cut that was... a little more precise than the others. Not a laceration from a sword but rather, one from a scalpel. The moment the cat laid a paw on the wound it would cause a most peculiar reaction. Upon touching the wound, the Ronin would shout slightly, then attempt to push the cat away and clutch the wound! Within seconds he'd fall backwards on the bed, completely passed out.
Perhaps that was too close to his core? Perhaps something didn't want that wound closed. Either way... Lust, a Demon Lord Genesis let into herself back on the island, would appear. Controlling the fox as 'she'd' rise up and stand up, as if nothing was wrong.
She raised her arms, stood on her tip toes and turned about, keeping her back arched and examining herself in the Ronin's body:
"Hmph, not my first pick, but I'll make due."
She winced a bit, shaking her head and speaking to herself: "Feisty one this is... not strong enough to hold him back. Oh? You seem familiar."
She leaned on one hip, crossing her arm, examining the cat-doctor carefully,
"Where have I seen you before? It's on the tip of my tongue! Maybe this'll jog your memory? I am Demon Lord known as Lust. Now, your turn!"
She walked over, as if the wounds were barely bothering her, and in a way, that would explain why the Ronin was feeling so much pain. Lust was using it as a way to 'come forward' for the first time since she's been with these two. As seems get closer to Mikemon she'd lean down to annoyingly poke his nose, then smirk as she'd chuckle;
"I'm almost certain I know you! Come on, spill it! Don't keep me guessing, little kitten!"
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Post by Dr. Mikemon on Mar 13, 2018 3:21:15 GMT
"No, you handled it right: against an unknown enemy, use all your power and break through, then put distance between yourself and the threat. You got away safely, and now its my job to get you back up to speed."
The Mikemon gave a nod, and gave a small blink over those bruised hands. Indeed, this fox had just been in a battle for life and death - and perhaps only narrowly came out on top. "Still, you're lucky. Sure, you look like shit, but its not like you're in any real danger. Just let me take it from here."
And honestly, from here on, the cat would proceed rather normally. Left interrupted, he'd close up every single one of the Ronin's wounds that would demand closing, and follow up with a nice burst of healing energy. Then he'd be passed onto the next doctor for another check-up, and in a few days - a week at most - he'd be raring to go, on his feet, ready to face the world. That's how it should have been.
But what happened was definitely more strange: upon touching a particular wound, the feline was pressed back, his back heavily hitting an end table from the sudden reaction. Was that just a sensitive spot? "Whoa, whoa, careful there... gotta warn me of the... um... why are you standing?"
Okay. No, this was not alright. Blinking, seeing the injured Ronin stand, wounds and all, the Mikemon just gave a blink - was the D-Reaper possessing him somehow? The feline quickly thought of his method of escape - a thought that lasted until he heard that voice. Her voice.
Oh... oh dear...
The suspicion was immediately confirmed by her own words. Still, it almost seemed like a cruel joke more than anything else - as that hand moved to 'boop' at her nose, the cat would move a paw to flick that finger away. Despite everything, the cat once more raised that crystal, the green healing energy once more radiating through the room.
"If you recognize the gem, you'll understand it, 'Lilly'." Keeping his identity a secret for now, the cat gave a chuckle. "But look at you? All that bravado and you couldn't even keep your own body? Told you it was a bad idea to pick that sort of fight."
Hoo boy. Was there bad blood here?
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Post by Sinn on Mar 13, 2018 15:20:41 GMT
"Greed..."
She was very familiar with each Demon Lord and only one called her 'Lilly'. Well, they all sort of did, but none would address her as such... except for one.
"Always with the hurtful words. But you don't talk so much in the sheets."
She gave a soft giggle as she kept her cool, even in front of the crystal. She'd aboutface to the bed, swaying her single tail and narrow hips as she'd plant her self daintily on the bed;
"But... I can't hold this forever. This fox is strong... the human's mind is constantly fighting and only in this weakened state can I," she ran her tongue across the Ronin's pointed teeth, "Can I really come forth. I can't even influence him. Never experienced a human like him... it excites me."
She would blink then pant, clear she was struggling to hold it, "Don't be a stranger, Greed."
And just like that she'd pass out and the fox would be back to his slumbering state. His chest gently rising and falling as a few wound re-opened, while others were left unstitched. He'd find no issue should he continue his work o the slumbering Ronin.
During so, should he begin, the Ronin would awake and only wince, gently rustling but not wanting to interfere with his operation:
"D-Damn... D-Reaper possessed me. I thought I could handle it."
He wiped his mouth and cursed, waiting for Mikemon to finish.
"I didn't hurt you, did I?"
The fact that he didn't even recall a second of the possession was alarm enough. Maybe not so much for Kajunemon as a whole, but one side of him would definitely see this as a red flag.
"Why do I taste cherries?"
Another gift left from Lilith. Her magic often left a taste of cherry in one's mouth. Greed might know this well, or he'd would have at least heard of it. Regardless, this left Mikemon with quite a lot to explain!
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Post by Dr. Mikemon on Mar 13, 2018 23:45:01 GMT
"Lust."
Mikemon's tone to the fox correctly identifying him was notably terse. Right now, he didn't even know if this was the same Demon Lord from his own era, or some future iteration. Her words did strike a mark though, a light tinge of a blush entering his cheek as she spoke...
... A blush that he'd remove, by shaking out his fur. "I could already tell that this fox is a stubborn one, but I'm more surprised that you're still about doing this. Surely you have your own fanatics that would be more than willing to... well..." Yeah, he cut off there. It seemed that their time together was limited to just a few seconds, and with that healing light still washed over the Ronin, 'Viktor' would soon return.
Naturally, he assumed that he was taken over. Was Mikemon hurt? "Relax, it's not the D-Reaper. I touched a wound too close to a nerve, and your reflex kicked me into a wall. I've had worse." The cat wasn't exactly lying, but he was definitely covering up the truth - a rare thing for him to do, but he didn't want to risk Lust trying once again to fight against the host. As for why he tasted cherries?
"Don't know, myself. Might have taken quite the blow to the head at some point." Again, not exactly a lie - and at this point, most of the wounds would have closed over the Super Mega's body. Stitched together, the feline undid a fresh roll of bandages, starting to wrap around his chest. "Don't be up and about unless you have to be. You have your call button?"
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Post by Sinn on Mar 14, 2018 0:01:27 GMT
A heavy sigh and blink escaped his lips, the Fox was no fool. At least... Viktor wasn't. He knew something was at the helm. It was akin to being in a lull of sleep between consciousness. Plus, the cat was being oddly vague;
"No. Something... had me. I could feel something else moving me. I even... spoke to you I think?"
The fox held his temple and sighed, a sort of 'wink' to her fellow Demon Lord that she was doing what she could to keep him from ejecting her. But she could still... 'speak' to him in a way.
"Ooooh... Got a Renamon lover now, hmm? Greed you naughty little kitten!"
Kajunemon looked up, "Did you say something?"
No doubt the cat would be trying to exit or finish his job. His bandages wrapped up and tossed, something had just occurred to him. He didn't have anymore. Those came with the form, and weren't exactly on a shopping list anywhere, and he doubted the cat had enough to 'cover' him. He'd blink a few times. He couldn't wear his armor or pants, simply because how much larger they were, and he couldn't be confined to the room. In fact, his form reduced so much, it shed 'unneeded items' to save power to prevent him from shifting, so the entirety of his armor had vanished, as did his unworn clothing. A glance around showed his swords were gone too.
"Great. Nothing. Your bandages? Are they large enough to serve as my old ones did?"
a small buzz from Lust would peak through; "Don't be a bad sport, love."
Kajunemon shook his head again, "Was that a yes or no? I apologize, something caused me to zone out."
It would be a solid few days before the fox reverted back, and now the stubborn one-tailed form was removing things IT deemed unnecessary. Which meant, by every term, the fox was without a shred of clothing. Which was just as inconvenient as this damn buzzing in his head.
Even after the fight, he couldn't catch a break.
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Post by Dr. Mikemon on Mar 14, 2018 0:16:42 GMT
Huh... quite strange. The Kajunemon didn't know of this other presence inside of him? The Mikemon gave an honest blink, tilting his head, wondering the best way to approach this - but, just as he was about to answer, that 'thought' peeked into his head, Lust's own words teasing the edge of his consciousness. Ugh, why! Fighting back the urge to blush, the cat's ears flicked at Viktor's proper question:
"It's not the D-Reaper and its not my business. Look, you're a biomerge, right? I can see through your data." The Mikemon gave a nod: "Ask your Renamon half what's going on about it later, if you really want to know. I don't have the ability to deal with it right now as it is, not when your data is this beat up." Hopefully that expanded explanation worked for him - and thankfully, Kajunemon was onto less important matters. He was really concerned about his clothes?
"No, but I'll -" Ugh, damn it, Lust! Pausing, waiting for Kajunemon to 'tune back in', Mikemon would start over: "I'll see what I can do for clothes. But for now, just sit up, so I can get these bandages in place." Increasingly flustered himself, the cat would proceed in silence - not exiting, as Kajunemon might have guessed, but meticulously working to dress those freshly treated wounds, stitched together and sealed as they may have been.
"Lust, hun," Mikemon echoed back, "Relax for just a bit. The healthier this vessel is, the better it is for you in the end. Just stay quiet long enough for him to wonder if you even exist. Once I'm gone, do what you will."
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Post by Sinn on Mar 14, 2018 0:28:41 GMT
A small giggle would enter in the mind of Mikemon, the last of Lust before she did as he suggested. A sort of 'Oh, I will.' without having to say it. Truth be told... she did enjoy flustering the two as much as she did! Mikemon scrambling for words was too cute!
Kajunemon, however, was sort of forced to distract on trival matters. Lust kept it so and she had more power than let on. Mikemon suggested the human version ask the Renamon version when they broke free... but she'd see that Genesis wouldn't be speaking. She needed to practice in the physical realm, and Genesis was already about to be in the prison she was locked in. She just needed that moment. That moment would present itself when Kajunemon was about to return to his human form. Genesis proved an easy target to dominate, so much so she pretty much willingly let herself go.
But Viktor was strong... oh his strength was pure ecstasy for Lust. To control and dominate such a strong will and warp it into her personal plaything. No better release than that of pure desire. First she had to something about this pesky male form... the Ronin had many iterations, she'd just have to comb through the data. Perhaps Mikemon could assist with that as well. He could 'dig' into data. Perhaps he could pull a form she found suitable.
Oh what she would give to be Lilithmon again.
Kajunemon shook his head, the mix of Viktor and Genesis unable to detect the third party in their head. Lust quickly reared her head to fluster the Kitten again;
"Oh do bring back something... feminine."
She would cackle again as she faded and the fox would do as instructed... He needed to rest and regain himself. Lest he lose control again and become the very thing he just destroyed.
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Post by Dr. Mikemon on Mar 15, 2018 0:13:29 GMT
'Feminine'. Right.
With a groan, and with those bandages well-secured around the valiant warrior's chest, Mikemon gave little more than a mental sigh against Lust's wiles. This was how she was, in every iteration: seductive, manipulative, selfish, and playful. As he'd often done in his own time, he waved her off with an idle flick of his hand: "If you need me, I'll be here the rest of the day. But it shouldn't take my care to keep up with your condition."
With that comment in mind, the cat gave one more look over the Ronin. Half of him wanted to pity the fox - trapped in the grip of a demon lord, with absolutely no idea what was about to befall him. The other half wanted to pity Lust - trapped this far off without a body, more a concept than a proper Digimon at this point. If she was in this form, did the current iteration of Lust even exist? Or had the world been without her for whatever age she's been like this?
"At any rate, thanks for helping out with that D-Reaper business. I'll let you know if we figure out what happened out there - or if its still going on."
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Post by Sinn on Mar 16, 2018 23:41:47 GMT
The Ronin only gave a groan and nod, bowing his head in reply to the thanks:
"There's more to it... TigerVespmon was the first. Who knows how many more."
He sighed, blinking a bit as he unknowingly battled Lust for control. Though she was strong, her resurrection would take time. The mind of the human proved even more impressive the longer this went on. Even while fighting her, he kept up mental guards. Only in his most weakened state could she come forward and even then he constantly pressed back and often won. The fox would sigh and shake his head, leaning back as he gently let the blanket of unconsciousness envelope him. With it, Lust had a much larger battle to fight. So, instead of battling Viktor for control, she decided to back off and let him sleep.
No need in damaging her new body as it were. Soon she'd be back in full strength. Maybe not the same Lilithmon as she was before, but a vixen out of this form would do well... she just had to mess around with the data when she was physical. It was just a matter of getting Genesis into her prison.
"Sleep now, little fox. Soon you will be mine."
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