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Train Cars Like Coffins [Eliot/Cassandra]
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Post by Cross on May 10, 2018 3:37:58 GMT
"I'm fine Elliot. I'm fine just a little shook up." Cas assured the teen shaking her head as if to toss aside the slight darkening at the edge of her vision from where she'd hit the wall. She'd find the bruises tomorrow she was certain, but anger, fear, and adrenaline forced her onward even as she smiled at her unintended pun.
The smile wouldn't last though as they entered the conductors car of the train itself. The sight of the place so clean, and so calm, the man himself sitting with his back to them as though he had not a care in the world left the Doctor on edge. A wariness that only grew to near mania as the hairs stood up on the back of her neck in uncanny fear as the man began to move. The only word she could think to describe it was wrong. So terribly, horribly, horrifically wrong and yet she could not tear her eyes away. Causing her to prove to be a little too slow as she reached out to catch Elliot's shirt collar before he could approach missing him by a hair as the boy was smacked back. The clatter of his cane and the soft thud of the boy hitting the floor enough to rouse the woman from her fear as once more she pulled her lips back into an angry snarl stepping neatly between the conductor and the downed boy in question. Her eyes darting over briefly to the familiar device on the floor, but she had little time to think on it as she half turned to check on Elliot.
"Stay behind me." She ordered before turning on the man, if whatever this thing was could really be called that, with wild fierce eyes.
"He asked you a question and if you touch him again I swear you won't walk away from this with fingers." Cas hissed shifting to grip the fire extinguisher with both hands once more ready to blind the man who was not a man should he lunge for them or lash out once again.
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on May 15, 2018 21:24:24 GMT
Elliot shook his head in protest. "But Cas, I-" he started, only for another shake of the train car to send him skidding away some. It was a lot harder to brace himself when he was already prone on the ground, and he watched worriedly as he saw his walking stick and Digivice continue to roll away in opposite directions. Desperately, he pushed himself up a little and started crawling his way over to the Digivice. Cas was going to be mad, but he knew he had to do this. Especially when he saw the black shape that seemed to be creeping up the Conductor's body.
The conductor himself didn't seem to notice Cas until she was right up behind him. Then he slowly started to turn around, his body seeming to sway unsteadily as he did so. First his chest swung around, then his head, and finally his hips, until soon the conductor was fully facing Cas. His head was lolled slightly to the side, his jaw was gaping, and his eyes were near completely glazed over. His uniform was almost supernaturally pristine, and even now he reached out with an arm to smooth over even the faintest hint of a wrinkle.
Most notable of all was a dark black shape that seemed to run up his chest, outlining his shape like a dark plus sign had been embedded over his body. Shadows seemed to flare up from this framework, and after a few seconds an eye opened up in its center to look over at Cas. After taking a few seconds to stare at her, it tensed up, causing the conductor to immediately snap into rigid attention.
"Emergency," he said, before his eyes rolled into the back of his head. He lunged at Cas, hands grasping and flailing wildly, all while the black shape started to coil and wrap itself around his body.
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Post by Cross on May 16, 2018 0:03:58 GMT
"Fuck." Was all Cas managed to get out as she watched the man, thing, thing that was clearly no longer a man being controlled like a puppet by one of the black shadows as it turned towards her. The uncanny twitching of it's movement sending a shudder of unease and disgust down the woman's spine as she froze like a deer in headlights. Only coming out of her eerie stupor at the sight of the eye.
For a moment red clashed with blue as woman and monster held each others gaze. Then the man, puppet, was moving lunging towards her with an outstretched hand as Cas reacted on instict. Snapping the fire extinguisher up, she swing the red metal canister hard at the offensive reaching limb aiming to batter it away as she leveled the nozzle at the conductors face toggling the trigger as a gout of white erupted from the nozzle in the woman's desperate attempt to blind her attack.
"Elliot! Elliot I need you to run!" Cas barked out leaping back as she attempted to get some distance between herself and her opponent in the compact train car. The man was easily twice her size and while the Doctor was clever and desperate in a contest of pure strength there was little doubt in the woman's mind who would win. Her chances even worse in the face of her escape routes being limited by her own unwillingness to allow the monster near the teen. Forcing the woman to keep her body between him and the boy corralling her in.
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on May 16, 2018 1:27:51 GMT
The conductor's hand jerked back as the fire extinguisher slammed into it. It was as if there was no actual control to the limb, and it went flying in whichever direction the last force against it came from. While that meant the conductor's movements were worryingly fast, it also meant that Cas' attack was quite the success. Less successful was her attempts at blinding him, the white foam causing his head to jerk back but not actually stopping him from approaching her through several shuddering steps. Surely enough, the eye on his chest was the one currently directing the shambling conductor, and it was quite unimpeded by anything happening to his actual head.
Elliot blinked as he heard Cas' request. "I can't get to my walking stick," he protested, but nonetheless he pushed himself off the ground with both hands. Reduced to little more than a limp in a shaking train, he immediately started staggering towards the seats. If he was too slow to reach them, or too fast to keep control, he'd easily be in for a chipped tooth or concussion. If he could get to them, however, getting to his Digivice wouldn't be so bad.
He just hoped he'd be quick enough. The conductor continued lurching forward, arms swinging in large, almost circular swipes. The attacks seemed haphazard and bestial, but they were actually serving quite the clear purpose. By focusing on Cas' sides, the conductor hoped to be backing her against a wall while cutting off her avenues of escape. With that seed planted, the dark shape across his chest tightened inward. Then he practically flung himself at Cas, seemingly trying to knock her down to the ground. His whole body went limp like a rag doll, then rigid like a blunt object. How long was the Shademon responsible for this infesting him?
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Post by Cross on May 16, 2018 2:22:29 GMT
"Just keep back!" Cas snarled out whether she was talking to Elliot or threatening the Conductor was anyone's guess as the woman was soon occupied with dodging. The little Doctor doing her best to avoid the wide swiping strikes even as one or two caught her across the arms and shoulders with bruising force knocking her this way and that as her attempt at blinding her enemy proved futile. Leaving Cas to reassess her plan of attack. Realizing her enemy was trying to force her back into a wall though the woman growled.
Acting fast as the man flung himself at her Cas ducked his grabbing arms gripping the fire extinguisher in both hands as she came up inside his guard aiming to ram the blunt end of the extinguisher into the eye and black mass of shadows attached to the man's chest. Hoping her own strength and the force of his lunge would be enough to injure the thing attached to him though his momentum would carry him into Cas sending the pair of them sprawling to the metal floor in a thud and a crash of limbs. The back of the Doctors skull impacting hard with the ground leaving her temporarily stunned as she tried to gather her bearings.
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on May 16, 2018 2:56:00 GMT
Elliot wanted to stay back. He really did. When he heard Cas' head make solid impact with the floor, however, he knew he couldn't. Immediately he turned away from the chairs and the Digivice, instead launching himself right at the conductor's back. He staggered back from the force of Cas' fire extinguisher, and that was perfect timing for him to lead into a makeshift chokehold.
It wasn't as very good chokehold. Clearly, Elliot had not been in many street fights in his life, considering he was basically just wrapping his arms around the conductor's neck in a clumsy hug. However, it prevented the conductor from taking advantage of Cas being downed, so clearly Elliot was able to make himself useful.
A pity it didn't last long. With Elliot's improper technique, and the conductor furiously clawing at his own neck, it didn't take long for Elliot to be pried off. When he was finally released, the conductor turned around and brutally shoved Elliot towards the seats. The boy stumbled bad, catching himself with his hands mere inches from his head making impact with their hard rims. He was positioned more where he wanted, at least, but the poor winded boy needed time to catch his breath before continuing. He'd never make it to his Digivice at this rate!
With Cas dazed and Elliot making his presence known, the conductor briefly turned his back on her to advance towards him. He raised a hand high in the sky, prepared to bring it down onto Elliot in a clubbing hammerfist blow.
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Post by Cross on May 16, 2018 3:24:02 GMT
Cassandra's vision swam as she rolled onto her side her breath coming sharp and short as she tried to make sense of what she was seeing feeling as though her head was being held under water. The muffled scuffling was a blur of bodies and too bright light from the flickering fixtures above hurting the woman's sensitive eyes. Yet the solid thump of Elliot hitting the ground was enough to rouse Cas from her stupor. Seeing the Conductor turn to attack the boy Cas launched herself forward sliding the scalpels from her right sleeve and fitting them between her fingers as she lashed out from her position on the ground. Aiming to rake the blades down the back of her opponents legs in a hamstring hoping to hurt and distract him enough to take his attention off of the teen.
"Hey! Eyes over here!" Cas snapped out rolling to her feet even if she swayed a little vision spinning as she tried to hold herself steady. Her scalpels in one hand and fire extinguisher clutched by the nozzle like a club in the other as she shifted her stance standing like a gladiator in a death match ring ready to go down fighting.
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on May 16, 2018 3:37:17 GMT
The conductor's leg buckled as Cas sliced clean through his hamstring, forcing him down to the floor on one knee. However, the distraction was only temporary. The Shademon coiled around him tensed once more, and slowly but surely the conductor started to rise. His eyes seemed to bulge out in pain when he stood back on his freshly-sliced leg, but the Shademon seemed indifferent to how injured its host was. It only cared that it could move, and with an uneven, stomping gait, move it did.
Cas' attack gave plenty of time for Elliot to move, at least, and he was able to scramble out of the way before the conductor could bring his fists down on him. He smashed with enough force to leave a sizable dent in the subway's seats, which due to their heavy construction must have been murder on his hands.
Maybe Elliot should have ran for the Digivice. However, instead of doing so, he simply looked at the conductor's leg in concern. "Will he be okay?" Elliot asked, voice quivering somewhat nervously. "He . . . he's still a human, Cas. Please, don't hurt him too much." Was that seriously what was on his mind after his skull nearly got caved in? MagnaAngemon was rubbing off on him way too much.
Nevertheless, Elliot redoubled his efforts to get to his Digivice, even as the train car continued to groan and shake. Until then, that just left the conductor, whose head slowly turned around as he snarled hatefully at Cas. He turned fully to face her, letting out another shuddering stomp as he started his approach.
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Post by Cross on May 16, 2018 3:53:04 GMT
"I'm trying to..." Cas began her speech slurring slightly as she shook her head inching back away from the angry approaching conductor. "I'm trying to keep it non-lethal Elliot, but it's him or us. If I can't take him down soon..." She spoke trailing off the implications clear. The woman was wearing down and fast. It was doubtful she could keep up her attacks for much longer. Toggling the nozzle of the Fire extinguisher this time she aimed for the eye on the man's chest. Hoping to succeed in blinding it before she lunched forward swinging the fire extinguisher with all her might at the side of the mans head. Hoping to knock him unconscious with the strike. If he managed to catch the attack though she'd be forced to relinquish her weapon dropping to roll between the mans legs as she came up behind him lunching for his back with the intention of putting him in a sleeper hold not unlike Elliot had done before. However Cas has much more arm strength then the boy and desperation on her side.
"Go to sleep! Go to sleep! Go to sleep!" She hissed under her breath.
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on May 17, 2018 3:32:48 GMT
"I . . . " Elliot's voice trailed off as he exchanged worried looks between Cas and the conductor, noticing a red drizzle of blood trailing behind the conductor's foot as he continued staggering around. "I understand. And I won't let him hurt you. I promise." His voice quivered from worry, but a shaky determination still shone from beneath them. Immediately he redoubled his speed, going from seat to seat with his eyes fully fixed on his Digivice. "Just . . . one more second, please," he asked, knowing if he could get his hands on the Digivice everything would be okay.
At least Cas now had a good sense of video game weakpoints here. A fire extinguisher right to an exposed eye was a great answer to the Shademon, who let out an evil hiss as it swiveled to move away from Cas. Now rather than stick on the conductor's chest, it safely nestled its main eye underneath his armpit. It wasn't the most prime real estate, but it was also a far less convenient place for Cas to attack. That relocation left the conductor vulnerable to a brutal smash to the head, which sent his eyes swimming and body staggering. He swayed like a punch-drunk boxer, resting both hands on a subway seat in order to right himself. His head remained lolled to the side, jaw gaping and blood pouring down his ear, but he moved freely nonetheless.
The sleeper came next, while Shademon pulled on the unconscious man's limbs to try and swipe her off. His movements were even more puppetlike than they were previously, little more than mad, jerky swipes that tried, and failed, to hit a spot on his back that he just couldn't reach. The choke didn't seem to do much to his air flow, considering he was already "unconscious", but it sure made Cas inconvenient to hit. Maybe that was why Shademon resorted to spinning his host around like a top, flexing to send him staggering back-first towards the subway doors. That would not be pleasant for Cas if it made impact.
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Post by Cross on May 17, 2018 5:25:45 GMT
Realizing that her sleeper hold was doing very little as the man was already out cold and not wanting to *actually* kill the conductor Cas loosened her grip. Instead she concentrated on just stay on her target as she waited for him to lift his arms to attempt to swipe at her before she aimed a hard fist at the eye tucked under his armpit when it was exposed aiming to lash out and scraped her nails and the scalpels fitted between her fingers over the delicate cornea of the Shademon's eyes.
She would, however; only have a moment to attack before her concentration cost her as the man lunged backwards against the train car doors. Ramming Cas backwards into the metal as her grip gave at the impact her breath knocked from her lungs, her spine bruised, and her ribs groaning as she fell wheezing to the ground. Gasping in great breaths of air as she tried to get her wind back and launch herself to her feet. Launch being a relative term as she scrabbled for purchase hurt and disorientated seeking a hand hold to help haul her back up as her world swam.
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on May 21, 2018 3:58:41 GMT
Elliot practically flung himself at his Digivice as he heard the sound of Cas impacting the train door. He may have hit the ground hard, but more importantly he managed to snag the Digivice and smash the evolution button. A blinding light filled the train car as Elliot amassed as much power as possible, hoping to rush this Digivolution to completion before anything worse happened to Cas.
The Shademon, eye already sliced up by Cas' nails, darted away to the top of the conductor's head. Even then it was forced to squint, its light sensitivity intensified by the wounding. That forced it to grope around blindly, attempting to direct its host to heft up the abandoned fire extinguisher and lift it up. In just one smash, Cas would no longer be a problem for it.
Fortunately the smash never came. Elliot, now in MagnaAngemon form, burst through the light with fury in his eyes. He immediately made a beeline for the Shademon, conjuring forth a simple cudgel covered in strange runes. They would be in a language that Cas had no understanding of, but she would understand quickly that holy magic was great for calling away demons. Elliot held the cudgel towards the Shademon's eye, a strong hand on the conductor's shoulder keeping him from moving in the meantime. The Shademon writhed and hissed in agony, soon popping off of the conductor and floating away into the shadows.
The conductor blinked a few times, then slowly passed out into a crumpled heap. Elliot was barely able to catch him, setting the conductor gently onto the ground. Then he turned to Cas, offering a hand in order to help her out. "Are you alright?" he asked, his voice far calmer and richer than it had been before. It was almost as if Elliot had temporarily hopped into adulthood, voice unmistakably the same but clearly different.
Of course, Elliot was so worried about Casmon's fall that he didn't notice the glimmer of Shademon's eye. It once more peeled away from the shadows, looming ominously close to Cas. Would she notice it before it pounced, and even if she did would she be able to do anything as it tried to swirl around her?
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Post by Cross on May 21, 2018 14:11:46 GMT
Cas slowly slid to the ground where she'd hit the door her grip loosening as the woman tried to force her limbs to work, to move, to do anything as she watched the Conductor loom large over her the abandoned fire extinguisher grasped in his hands. The end of which she feared might be the last thing she ever saw, but the light that blinded her was not that inevitable light at the end of the tunnel. Instead lifting her arm to shield her eyes Cas blinked in surprise as she watched Elliot change. His forms shifting like that of Toki's as no longer was there a boy, but an angel before her. It's brilliant blaze driving away the darkness as the man the monster had been puppeteering finally collapsed. For a moment Cas could say nothing in her shock as she slowly leveraged herself onto her knees as she glanced between the downed Conductor and the Angel. At least until the sight of the man's blood shook her out of her reverie the medic in her kicking in as she scrambled forward.
"I'm fine, but we need to stabilize him and fast." Cassandra murmured digging through her medical kit as she slid her scalpels back up her sleeve pulling out a pad to press to the back of the man's leg to slow his bleeding. Taping it there she turned to his head pressing two fingers to his neck to assess his pulse and breathing as she check for any skull fracturing. She didn't believe she'd hit him hard enough to damage the neck thankfully, but head injuries were always tricky things and while it seemed the man had passed out more from shock then her actual hit she needed to be certain.
"I put a pad on his leg, but if you could keep pressure on it to slow the bleeding I need to make sure his head trauma isn't too severe." The Doctor ordered scrambling for her phone to use it's flashlight as a makeshift penlight in lieu of the one Elliot had likely dropped. Pulling back the man's eyelids she assessed the dilation of his pupils working quickly and effectively her attention fully absorbed in saving the man before her. She never saw the shadow that slunk from the darkness. Never saw the tendrils reaching out for her. Not till it was too late.
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Jun 2, 2018 1:46:36 GMT
Elliot nodded at Cas' judgment, quickly scrambling to fall by her side. He watched carefully as she searched for the fallen man's pulse (a little weaker than ideal, but still keeping stable) and feeling him for injuries (no fractures, thankfully, although some clear bruising and a scrape causing blood to leak down his head). It did indeed mostly seem to be shock, but the man was also quite roughed up. If there wasn't any medical action taken quickly, his condition could have worsened.
At least there was a miracle worker in the house. Elliot quickly rested his hands on the man, then squeezed his eyes shut as a warm glow started to spread around them. For a minute nothing seemed to happen, but soon the conductor's injuries began knitting themselves back together. Blood flow slowed to a trickle before finally slowing, and his bruises lightened from purple to yellow before settling back on a flesh tone. He would still be unconscious, but considering everything that happened today this would likely be a mercy of sorts.
Hopefully, Cas would not turn to Elliot while all of this went on. If she did, she would notice that bruises were starting to appear on his body as well. Most of these were hidden by his thick robes, but a bruise on his upper chest would be all too noticeable through the opening in his robes. Data drifted away from the side of his head, only in a few stray pixels but still enough to potentially cause concern to someone more Digitally aware.
Elliot ignored it best he could, clutching the side of his head as he turned to Cas. "Now, to heal y-" he started, only for his jaw to drop as the Shademon furiously lunged for her.
Neither Cas or Elliot saw it coming before it was too late, and for this they dearly paid the price. The Shademon swirled around her like a maelstrom, all of its eyes looking up to her in . . . admiration? As it settled around her body whispers started to echo through her mind. Maybe she would remember how great the adrenaline rush of battle felt, how satisfying it was to take someone bigger and stronger than her and break them beneath her heel. Maybe she would feel the disappointment of not being able to deliver the finishing blow. Maybe she would feel a primordial pit in her stomach upon seeing the angel behind her, its holy light anathema to her. Maybe she would simply be curious how it felt to pluck its wings, feather by feather, and listen to it scream . . .
All of these thoughts and more echoed through her head, the Shademon patiently waiting and watching to see what she reacted most strongly to. And yet, while it nestled on the surface of her mind, what thoughts of hers would it end up seeing?
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Post by Cross on Jun 4, 2018 2:16:10 GMT
Anger, shock, surprise, all coursed through Cassandra at equal rates as she felt the cold darkness of the Digimon latch onto her like a second skin. Then fury overtook every other emotion as those sharp blue eyes met malefic red, the Doctor's lips curling into a furious sneer as her muscles locked up in a battle of wills. The thoughts however, that bubbled to the surface of Cassandras mind where perhaps not the ones the Shademon had expected. "Abductor pollicis longus, Extensor carpi radialis longus, Extensor pollicis longus, Extensor indicis, Extensor digiti minimi, Extensor carpi ulnaris , Extensor pollicis brevis, Extensor carpi radialis brevis, Extensor digitorum communis." Cassandra thought, her mind mentally reciting every muscle in the hand as her fingers closed around one of the cleaner scalpels she'd left discarded on the floor. Bracing her left hand on the doorside seat where an assistant might sit the Doctor made to push herself to her feet. Her rage like a blade fresh from the forge furious and structured and then quick as a snake she lashed out...
Hands are important things. Critical things for a medic even. "Keep the blade lateral to the muscles. Mitigate the damage." The thoughts came flashing through her mind like a blink of an eye to fast even for the Shademon to react as instead of burying the scalpel into the MagnaAngemon's flesh with a harsh ragged scream of pain Cassandra stabbed it through her own hand pinning the limb to the seat. Yes she knew how satisfying it was to take someone bigger and stronger than her and break them beneath her heel, but no one was allowed break her like that. To use her like that. Even if it meant she had to disable herself in the process to ensure they could not do so.
"Run..." Cassandra croaked voice harsh and low an order in her eyes that refused to be denied. "Run Elliot..."
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