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Train Cars Like Coffins [Eliot/Cassandra]
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Jul 6, 2018 2:07:29 GMT
Both Elliot and the Shademon's eyes widened in shock as Cas suddenly stabbed herself in the hand, looking up at Elliot and cloaking a desperate plea. Elliot stumbled back, unsure what to do. Occasionally he lifted a desperate hand to Cas, but each time he did it fell. His wings tensed up, as if trying to decide whether to fight or flight, and his entire face was cast in shadow from his large, priest-like hat.
Shademon slowly, hesitantly started spreading down Cas' arm. A series of pseudopods extended from its shadowy body, each slowly prodding at the wound. Its eyes rolled around like a series of dials trying to calibrate themselves. Maybe it was trying to taste the wound that Cas had produced, or maybe instead it was just trying to comprehend why on Earth she had done that. Nevertheless, more and more of its formless body was creeping towards her hand, as if inexorably drawn to it.
Slowly, Elliot recovered from his shock. He hunched over, fists balled to a white-knuckled grip and teeth grit almost audibly. Then, in a flurry of feathers, he practically launched himself at Cas' hand. The Shademon, lost in its reverie as it navigated Cas' body, snapped its eyes open in shock as it saw a bright light swinging towards it. Elliot had drawn out MagnaAngemon's cudgel, and as it brimmed with holy energy the Shademon lifted itself off of Cas' skin to try and dodge.
That was all the time that Elliot had needed. He quickly pulled the cudgel between Shademon and Cas' hand, then thrust it upwards to directly impact Shademon with hallowed flame. There Elliot remained locked in place, continuing to push upwards with all of his might to try and finish prying the Shademon off. His knee nearly buckled from the exertion, but soon the Shademon was sent spiraling into the air.
Seeing his chance, Elliot rushed it, practically slamming it into the wall of the train with his hand while aiming the hallowed cudgel directly at it. He let the staff directly touch the Shademon's skin, pure white smoke rising from it as the holy burns began to set in. Its eyes darted around in every direction, clearly pained, as the shadowy mass that made up its body started to shrink and shrink. The draconic head that seemed to form the shadowy cloud's "tip" looked around desperately, mouth stretched out in a silent scream of pain. For his part, Elliot could only find himself smirking, continuing to slowly yet inevitably thrust the cudgel deeper into the Shademon's formless body. It would pay for taking someone so innocent and forcing her to hurt herself . . . it would be an example to all of the other ones haunting Elliot and Cas on the train, and nobody would mess with them ever again.
Then he noticed the pixels starting to intermingle with the holy smoke. At first they were impossible to discern due to their white hue, but soon he noticed them taking on deeper and deeper shades of red. He had been in more than enough fights to know what this meant. If he kept going at this rate, would there be anything left of the Shademon?
Weakly, he let his hand drop, the cudgel dissipating into pixels as he did so. The Shademon, now diminished to about the size of a large jellyfish, wiggled out of his hand and floated away into the darkness. As much as he wanted to make that Shademon hurt for what it had done, he knew he couldn't let himself take a step he could never come back from. The Paratice Head . . . that was bad enough.
As the Shademon disappeared into the shadows, Elliot fell to his knees, his wings draping over him as heavily as his thoughts did.
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Post by Cross on Jul 6, 2018 2:43:25 GMT
Cassandra's knees buckled her eyes rolling in pain, but as the Shademon prodded at the wound it became summarily clear why she had struck out at herself. To wrench her hand back would not free it. Not without damaging her ability to fight and the only way to do so safely would be to have the woman remove it herself. Something she was clearly unwilling to do as she tried to concentrate on the pain and force the shadow from her mind. Waging a silent and vindictive war within her own head.
Only Elliot didn't run. Didn't flee and for a moment as he lunged for her with the cudgel she could only feel panic her fear for his safety mingling with the fear of the Shademon's as he pried it from her skin like a leech. Forcing it back and pinning it to the wall as it struggled it's skin seeming to peel back at the touch of the holy wounds it's flesh hissing from the contact as it let forth a soundless scream eyes shuddering in panic as it struggled the scent of charred data filling the air.
"Elliot...." Cas rasped out voice hoarse from pain. "Elliot stop..." She gasped out gaze locking onto the MagnaAngemon's almost vindictive smirk the sight of it sending a shock of panic through the woman as her eyes widened.
"That's enough!" She finally screamed hoping to jolt him from his revere as the Spirit user finally pulled back leaving the crippled Digimon to scuttle away as Cas reached out with her good hand towards the boy her breath ragged from pain.
"Let it go. Just...just let it go. It's just a stupid hungry creature that didn't know any better." The Doctor murmured thinking on the Shademon's crawling thoughts within her mind the need to make her angry, to feed. To hate it felt hollow. Like hating a snake for hunting mice.
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Aug 4, 2018 6:27:20 GMT
Elliot had receded fully into his head as his knees hit the metal floor of the train, the world beyond his innermost thoughts starting to slowly fade to a blur. He looked down at the ground, only for his eyes to instead wander down towards his chest. He could see the shadowy burn that Myotismon had left on him all those months ago. Alicia had healed the worst of it, but now he could see it seared exactly as bad as it was when it had first formed. The burn seemed to flicker and twist, as if it was trying to peel off of his chest, and a dark violet flame seemed to lap off of it. Frankly, Elliot was amazed it hadn't set his robe ablaze.
Then eyes began to snap open all over the burn, plumes of flame turning to plumes of shadow. The Shademon was now atop his chest, sinking tendrils into Elliot's chest that spread across his body like black veins. As it diffused across him it started to dissolve into data, first a silvery white color but rapidly turning a sharp, jarring red. Then the red itself started to turn, going from its uncomfortable blood like color due to an all too familiar magenta.
As Elliot blinked, it wasn't Shademon atop him but instead the D-Reaper's wires, his skin starting to burn to the touch as they started to snap around him and bind him. He could barely breathe, let alone make a sound, but nevertheless he dug his fingernails into his palms and tried to muster up the strength to escape. His chest heaved and fell almost too heavily, as if he was trying to push off a demon pushing down on his chest.
Finally, Cas screamed at him. She must have, as he could faintly feel the air vibrate and the buzzing in his head take a different pitch. He knew he had to pull himself out, one way or another. He threw his head back and screamed, the belts surrounding Gargoylemon's head snapping apart as he embraced his berserker mentality and roared to the heavens. Except it wasn't Gargoylemon, or the Beast spirits, or runaway instincts. It was him, and as he screamed to the heavens he knew he had nobody but himself to blame.
Then just as soon as it had started, he was back. He blinked rapidly, quivering as he fumbled for the subway's seats. He needed to try and right himself, because right now he felt like his head was spinning. What the heck was any of that? For a second he couldn't remember, at least until he turned around and saw Cas staring back at him. She chided him, presumably, but her murmurs sounded like nothing to his ears. He was too busy feeling his heart sink into his chest as he remembered why he was here. "I . . . I did not mean . . . you were . . . I just . . .
No. No excuses. I should not, I can not, do that," he finally stammered out. Prior, MagnaAngemon's voice was rather monotone in the serene, soothing sort of way. Now it sounded hollow, almost haunted, as if emotion was welling behind it but refusing to escape. "Cas . . . no, Shademon. I am sorry. Please, come back. Let me fix this."
He had no idea if the strange parasite would return, or even if he wanted it to. But he had to at least try, right?
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Post by Cross on Aug 7, 2018 0:41:50 GMT
"Elliot..." Cas called out as she watched the MagnaAngemon crumble to his knees his form shivering eyes blank and unseeing, his breathing ragged as he started to hyperventilate.
"Elliot I need you to listen to me closely." The Doctor instructed her tone firm even as she spoke around teeth clenched in pain as the boy, digimon, spirit-user seemed to come back to himself calling out for the Shademon in the process. "Elliot you did what you needed to do, but I need your help right now." She coaxed doing her best to keep the pain and panic out of her voice not letting her eyes stray to her skewered hand.
"I can't remove the scalpel myself cleanly. I need you to pull it straight out so I can staunch my bleeding. Then I need to get us out of here." The Doctor instructed glancing out the train window to see if the swarm of eyes still remained. She needed to move the train. Get them further down the tracks and away from here. They couldn't stay. Not as heavily outnumbered as they were. Not when the boy was clearly so shaken.
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Aug 7, 2018 1:48:44 GMT
Right. Cas was in trouble. Right now, that mattered way more than his own pain, especially because as far as Elliot was concerned she had seen at least twice as much as he had. He planted a weak hand onto the ground, forcing himself off of his knees as he turned to Cas. She was shaking. He was shaking. A sea of eyes still extended out into the darkness, trained on Elliot and Cas like so many tiny spotlights. However, there seemed to be no hostile or fearful intent in their eyes. Instead, they watched out of simple curiosity, following Elliot and Cas' every movements as if waiting to see what they would do next.
He looked at the scalpel in Cas' hand, which she couldn't remove safely in her current state. He looked at his own hands, and how they quaked at the slightest movement. Squeezing his eyes shut, he sighed deeply. "I . . . I do not think I can . . .
I have to."
He reached out a shaky hand to take Cas' own, still warm to the touch as if filled with radiant light. His other hand he held outward, looking at the scalpel nervously. He took a few slightly-off-tempo breaths to try and steel his nerves, and he flexed his hand as if prepared to grab at the air. He couldn't do it. The pressure was immense, and he just knew in one improper motion he'd render Cas' hand forever unusable. What else could he do but close his eyes and prepare for the consequence?
As he did so, he started to hum. It was a very simply melody, and it quivered even worse than Elliot's hand did. However, the longer he hummed it, the more steady and even it started to become. This was no ordinary song; it was Elliot's Melody from the Past, an angelic melody so soothing that it eased the minds and enriched the bodies of those who heard it. It may have had no actual healing effect, but right now it was exactly what Cas and he needed. As his voice started to find itself he began saying a few lyrics under his breath, guiding his pace as he firmly took the scalpel between his hands.
"Don't worry, I've got you; Nothing will ever harm you. I'm close by, I'll stay here; Through all things, I will be near."
By the time he stopped, he had taken the scalpel out in a slow, gentle, and smooth motion. He clutched it in his hand for safe keeping, then turned to the darkness of the subway. "You can come out now," he said, matter-of-factly.
Slowly, a small shadow started to scramble out. It looked up at Elliot with all of its eyes, curious, as the MagnaAngemon gently set a hand on its side. "I promise. This will not hurt you," he said, placing his other hand atop the Shademon and focusing with all of his energy.
Shadows seemed to recompile into the Shademon, its body fanning out and inflating until soon it was only slightly smaller than it had been before. The smoke rising from its sanctified burns started to disperse into the darkness, hiding the location of sears that no longer burned. Eyeballs sprang forth from every new patch of darkness that formed, each narrowed suspiciously at first but easing as they realized what happened. Soon the Shademon had been healed back to stable condition, and it promptly darted out of the MagnaAngemon's grip and darted into the safety of the outside.
Elliot himself fell back to one knee, the smile on his face soft yet strained. Of course, it was less likely Cas would notice that and more likely she would notice the deep gashes of red pixelation that were started to stretch across Elliot's back. They seemed to tear themselves open at each passing second, until by the time Elliot had released Shademon there were at least five deep gashes intersecting across his back.
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Post by Cross on Sept 13, 2018 7:40:09 GMT
Cas forced her muscles to relax. Forced herself to relax to Elliots singing as she dug her teeth into her lips to keep from hissing in pain as he drew the scalpel from her hand, blood hot and crimson welling up from the fresh wound. It was at least thankfully a clean stab and staunching it as best she could one handed against her shirt to slow the bleeding despite the blood that quickly began to stain the cloth Cas tore into her first aid kit. Pulling two pads out as she tried to position them thanking the heavens for adhesive as she used them to staunch her wound and worked to try and wrap her hand best she could with just one good hand and her teeth. Her eyes raising to watch the strange sight before her as the Angel that was Elliot reached out to the shadow. Healing it in return, but...at a cost.
"Shit shit shit shit shit." The Doctor cussed under her breath eyeing the lacerations of red damaged data across the MagnaAngemons torso her eyes darting from him to the unconscious conductor to the sea of inky blackness and eyes lingering just beyond the windshield. Leaving her now with two highly injured patients and her...her down a hand. She couldn't afford to linger though.
Standing shakily she glanced around. Her coat nowhere to be found likely because Elliot had been wearing it before he digivolved. Continuing to swear under her breath the Doctor ripped open the small locker near the door of the train entrance and found to her relief a jacket hanging there. Moving to Elliot she pressed the cloth to his torso motioning him to hold it there.
"Keep steady pressure of your wounds. We have to get moving. Soon as we're safe I'll treat them. Just keep pressure on them and talk to me. Tell me about yourself Elliot. Anything you want. If you stop talking I know you've stopped keeping pressure. I promise everything is going to be ok." She assured him before she stood and limped her way to the conductors seat.
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Sept 19, 2018 2:09:46 GMT
Talking about himself. Now that was the hard part. Granted, it was hard to focus on anything with how chaotic today had been, but talking about himself was especially challenging. Elliot had a tendency to comfortably slot into the middle of any situation he was put in, but he found the foreground of a situation just as troublesome as the background. Nevertheless, Cas looked seriously worried about him, and Elliot didn't want to further add to her stress. What else could he do but talk?
"I . . . My name's Elliot. I'm 14 years old," he started, knowing full well that some of this information was stuff Cas had already known. He needed to start from the beginning. He needed to ground himself. "My favorite classes are the science ones. But I really like all of them. Except math. Math gives me headaches. Getting used to all my classes being in Japanese hasn't been easy, but my friend Piper's been making sure I haven't been falling behind too much.
I used to want to be a soccer player, but then I kinda busted up my leg. So I can't really do that anymore. But it's okay! There's a lot of stuff I can do still. Maybe something life science-y. I really like learning new stuff about that.
I like watching anime. Especially Dragon Ball. Been watching that, like, my whole life. But I'm also looking for new stuff all the time. And I like playing video games a lot, too. My Warcraft group was supposed to meet tonight, but I don't think I'm gonna be able to make it. I mean, I probably missed it all by now. What is it, 1 in the morning? We were gonna be taking on some new bosses, too, so I really hope they're doing okay without me.
I kind of really hope my brother's doing okay without me, too . . . "
Elliot fell quiet after that, but the damage was already done. MagnaAngemon's perpetually neutral voice seemed to crack away, Elliot's natural voice taking over. He shuddered slightly as he tried to regain his composure. It wasn't working too well, judging by how the jacket was starting to shift off of his chest.
"He's not with me and mom anymore. He told me to be the one to stay home. To enjoy my life. To keep trying, because I have all the chances I could need.," he said, keeping his voice quiet to try and hide how much it was cracking. "I . . . I miss him. A lot. And sometimes, I wish he never needed to do that, and I hate that he did. And sometimes . . . sometimes I wish it was me . . ."
MagnaAngemon seemed to be shrinking behind the jacket, but that wasn't quite the sense. Instead, he was regressing back into human form. In a slight pulse of light, MagnaAngemon was gone and Elliot now stood back in his place. Thanks to his shirt being on, it was hard to get a sense of how damaged Elliot was post-regression, but he still clung to that jacket as if it were a lifeboat.
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Post by Cross on Oct 20, 2018 11:33:49 GMT
"Sometimes..." Cas began looking over the controls carefully as she located the break and turned it off carefully pushing up on the throttle as the train began to inch forward. "We wish we could spare our loved ones the pain they've been through. We wish it had been us instead, but we forget that we are also loved and our pain would hurt them as much as theirs hurts us." The Doctor explained half turning to glance back at Elliot as he regressed her throat tight with worry, but she couldn't risk splitting her attention between the boy and driving the deathtrap of a train. So she instead turned back to the controls. Flipping the headlights and the emergency weather lights on she slowly urged the lumbering hulk of metal to pick up speed. Not too much, but enough that if the shadows outside didn't move she would pancake them between light and metal wheels with a vengeance.
"It's one of the complications that comes with having a family or so I've heard." Cas murmured, pausing somewhat unsure how to go forward with this conversation with a boy who clearly needed more then just a hug. "I don't have a family so I'm afraid I can't really tell you much more." The Doctor added lapsing into silence, but silence was deadly.
"I watched Dragon ball when I was a kid. You watching the original Dragonball or Dragonball Z? I'm a big Mobilesuit Gundam fan myself, but I like the goofier series they do more then I should." Cassandra spoke hoping to draw Elliot back int conversation.
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