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Reduce. Reuse. Reformat (Iko and Luke, Spirit Hunt)
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Post by darkblade on Apr 22, 2018 22:35:55 GMT
Oh, if only it were so simple. As NeoDevimon showed his interest in the room, Luke found himself looking at the machinations as well. His experience in engineering was a great help so far, but there was just so much different here that slipped into the line of the 'bizarre'. Heck, this was just like walking through some over-designed movie factory!
That was an apt description: as soon as Isaac stepped forward towards the gate, the same alarm played out as before. The rooms were sealed off, and as before, a similar pipe came down to remove the corrupt data from the room. This time, though, the corrupt data was Isaac's own!
"Of all the rotten!" Iko swore under his breath, taking his own step back as Isaac cleared the initial pull of that pipe. Defying all logic, though, the pipe extended out and chased after him, like some demented factory monster. Even as Isaac clawed away at the ground, the glass prison continued to approach, threatening to simply pluck him off the ground. Iko even felt the suction from where he was standing, as a bright light shone from Luke's Digivice.
"Same as before?"
"Same as before!"
Attack the pipe at the source! Iko didn't bother holding back on this attack: once more taking the form of Shaininmon, he contorted all of the shadows in the room he could manage to reach, and sent them up to pierce the glass piping near the base - while one cord would try and simply rip it out from its origin. If they could put enough holes into it, the suction would be rendered near useless, simply pulling in air wherever the holes remained.
"Just hang on, Isaac!"
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Apr 23, 2018 3:58:07 GMT
Isaac did his best to help as he noticed Iko's shadow tendrils get to work, flaring his wings out to give Iko more shadowy surface area to work with. Their efforts paid off quite a bit. Soon the tendrils started making quick work of the piping, slicing clean through the glass and neutralizing any suction force that it could bring out. Isaac found himself scrambling away from the pipe with a little bit too much ease, NeoDevimon's overenthusiastic flight causing him to almost faceplant right into the wall. Fortunately he was able to skid to a halt and avoid this fate, turning around just in time to see Iko's tendrils rip the pipe clean out of the wall.
The good news was that there was no more suction going on. It seemed like there weren't any backups that would suddenly appear and end up ruining Isaac's day further. However, one problem being solved didn't mean that the trio was out of the woods yet. The doors were still sealed off by heavy metal gates, and if this room was designed to hold off explosions of unstable data they probably would take a long time to start breaking through. Isaac tried to walk backwards through the lasers, as if hoping that would end up undoing the security systems, but it seemed that it would have no impact.
Isaac sighed as he turned to Iko. "The doors didn't come back up until the bad data left the room, right?" Isaac asked, remembering how the pipe sucked away the data beforehand. "No way that's going to be easy, with be being the bad data and all that. Unless . . ." Isaac huffed as he tried to plan, a slight creaking sound echoing through the room as if the wheels in NeoDevimon's heads were literally turning.
Isaac turned to Luke and Iko, moving closer to the wolf. "Do you think fusing would work?" he asked. "I know my data's a mess. But SkullSatamon seemed pretty stable. Worst case scenario, we could smuggle mine in through his, right?"
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Post by darkblade on Apr 24, 2018 0:09:00 GMT
Alright, good news: Isaac wasn't about to be thrown into a furnace. As the pipe's glass shattered and the suction came to a sputtering stop, Luke and Iko gave a deep breath of relief. Once more, Iko took his Champion form, stretching out his arms.
Bad news: "Well, we're stuck here until we figure a way out. And until something goes through that pipe I don't think it's going to clear out." Indeed, this was a bit of a pickle, one that an ordinary team might have panicked over. "We could just melt through one of the doors with ChaosAnkomon or Dakuferamon?"
"Yeah, I'd like to keep property damage to a minimum if we can." As Isaac tried with the lasers, Luke decided to examine the far door. It was steel-bolted shut, so much that it would take a great amount of effort to try and move it without disengaging the locks. And if the pipes were reference, who knew what kind of defenses this place could generate beyond this door?
Thankfully, Isaac had an idea: fuse. If they could filter down the D-Reaper data enough, maybe the room wouldn't detect it? "Alright, I guess. Just in case, make sure I have the helm. Alright, Luke?"
"Ready as I'll ever be!" The Digivice gave that familiar shine, and without something to interrupt it, SkullSatamon would soon appear in a flash of light between them:
"Oh-ho! Why, it looks like we have a new challenger toda - hey!" The skeleton's skull spun once on the spot, the golden glow of Iko's eyes pulsing through that skull.
"Yeah, sorry-not-sorry. Anyway." Stepping up to the laser, the SkullSatamon put one hand into the light. Perhaps this would work?
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Apr 24, 2018 2:30:16 GMT
Isaac's eyes snapped open nervously as he found himself back inside of his headspace. Immediately he found himself looking from side to side, as if making sure the long shadow of D-Evidramon wouldn't be looming over him. Much to his relief, the beast was nowhere to be seen. Could he even emerge in this shared headspace, almost like a cosmic waiting room for those who weren't quite Iko but weren't quite Isaac? The way Isaac saw it, there were two possibilities. Either their inner demons would be locked out at the front door, or both of them could be skulking around here at once. Hell, maybe they even underwent the DNA as well, a sickening amalgamation of Iko and Isaac's own inner turmoils. Isaac sure as hell hoped that wasn't a result.
A bonk to the head snapped Isaac out of his handwringing. Isaac flinched, rubbing his head in irritation as he found himself looking up at SkullSatamon. Right. Iko mentioned he'd be fronting, so presumably that meant the gestalt consciousness would be here too. And judging by the slight irritation in his eyes . . . wait, were those angry eyebrows drawn on his skull in marker? No matter. The point here was that SkullSatamon was looking quite huffy right now.
"Oh, I see how it is," he said. "You just want me for your body, and then you can't get rid of me fast enough! You guys are all the same."
Isaac blinked in confusion. "What are you . . . seriously?" he asked, wondering how the heck the lingering consciousness of a DNA Digivolution could even make raunchy jokes. "Hey, come on. It's not like that. I mean, if we didn't have your help, I'm pretty sure all three of us would be stuck in a room forever. And no, we didn't bring any tennis balls."
"Hey, I'm no one-trick pony," the skeleton countered. "I could've been just fine with some tic-tac-toe, thank you very much."
Great. It was like being stuck in a room with a giant Kuu. And with the room being his literal head, he couldn't even escape it. "Will it help you feel better if you get to tackle the next room?" Isaac asked. "I mean, I can't blame you for wanting to stretch your legs out a little. Or wings. Or both?"
"Well, I'm more of an arms guy, really," SkullSatamon said. "But, eh. What the heck. You're on!"
Isaac managed to buy quite a bit of time. With his core, and the hybridized core, each taking a backseat, the scanner picked up more of Iko's data than a 50/50 split. The corrupted parts of Isaac's data now made up trace elements of the composite, and the blaring klaxons gave way to a soft, pleasant beep. The metal gates to the room retracted, and now Luke and SkullSatamon would be free to advance.
This seemed to be a lot more along the lines of what Luke had expected. The conveyor belts had all started feeding into a single belt, which snaked up and down the room to pass through several processing stations. The first of these stations was a pair of mechanical arms, one of which ended in a firm yet gentle claw grip and the other of which had a large can of spray. At this station the conveyor stopped so that the mechanical arms could lift each packet of data one by one, spraying it until a small, capsule-like seal had formed around it. If there was any remaining risk of the data combusting, this seemed to take care of it.
The next station had a large needle descending from above, pin-pricking each of he now-sealed packets. The tiniest of holes was made in the sealant, and then a push of the needle caused a stormy grey fluid to flood into the packet. The fluid seemed to froth violently for a few seconds, then settled to an inert level. After this was what looked like a small blacklight. It shone on each of the packets that passed, the conveyor pausing for a few seconds to gauge its reaction. Occasionally a packet started frothing again, at which point the conveyor belt titled to the side to dump it onto another conveyor belt. This would lead it right back to the fluid injection station, where the fluid would be drained and replaced for another pass.
Finally, the final station was a lot more low-tech. The sealed capsule would be hit with an oversized mallet, after which the now-inert data packet would happily travel down the line.
It was all very curious. It was also being maintained by a very overworked looking Kokuwamon, who was scampering back and forth at a furious pace to pull the levers that made everything here work. This couldn't possibly be just a one Digimon job, could it?
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Post by darkblade on Apr 24, 2018 3:57:23 GMT
Thankfully, whatever 'space' Isaac ended up in was a product of Iko's and Isaac's active consciousness: the terror of D-Evidramon and the sadist that was Solmon were nowhere to be seen, simply leaving the Impmon alone in the room with the shared consciousness of SkullSatamon.
So, arguably, things could have been better, but they could have been a lot worse. The Ankomon did note Isaac's deal with the SkullSatamon, and simply gave a mental sigh, agreeing to go along with said plan.
"You okay over there?" Luke knew something was off, as the SkullSatamon gave a shrug. "DNA stuff. Anyway, looks like the doors are opening."
Indeed they did, and the next room fell right into line with Luke's theory - by his count, they had to be near the point where the spirit would have been. Perhaps it would be at one of these stations, or perhaps at the point where the data started to burn into energy? All Luke could do for now was observe the rather, well, 'rudimentary' process of simplifying these data packets. This was an electrical plant, right? The processes here seemed more in line with purifying metal.
What got to Luke, however, was that these processes were analog. A single metallic rookie was running this entire process?
Hm... welp, we promised. Iko's position switched with the SkullSatamon, the ultimate's bones clicking as he stepped out into the room.
"Really, guys, you let me out in the one place with all the fragile buttons?" Sheesh, he hoped he got to do something cool, like smash another conveyor! But as far as he could tell, all he could do was this: he waved a hand, over to the Kokuwamon: "Oi! Boss man upstairs hired us to look down here to see if anything had nested up. Everything in this room look normal to ya?"
Well, the SkullSatamon gave them a cover, at least!
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Apr 25, 2018 0:26:57 GMT
Now, Isaac didn't know a lot of things. He didn't know a lot about his math classes, separation from which was maybe the one silver lining of his current bad situation. He didn't know that running away from the human world and all of his responsibilities was a foolish idea when everyone he left behind probably loved him whether he was an imp or a human. He didn't know the first thing about 18th century pottery. What he did know, though, was how to read the atmosphere in a room. And asking a clearly stressed, frazzled employee what looked normal was not the right way. Isaac facepalmed, muttering a quick "We're doomed," under his breath.
The Kokuwamon froze up, as if suddenly paralyzed. Then there was a horrid cracking sound as its head started to slowly rotate around, swiveling on its shoulders to face around to SkullSatamon. The perpetually pathetic look that Kokuwamon always seemed to have was on full display, and in fact looked even worse than usual. Its metallic bottom "lip" quivered, and its eyes seemed to be blinking from dull red to glowing neon at a headache-inducing frequency. It was almost as if the poor thing was about to explode. "Do you want to know what the bozzzzzz man thinkzzzzzz?" it asked, voice unnervingly calm despite its outward appearance.
It didn't wait for SkullSatamon to respond. Instead it started to ramble at a mile a minute, electricity sparking from the top of its head and causing sparks to shower everywhere. "The bozzzzz man thinkzzzzz juzzzzzzt becauzzzzzzze thizzzzzz place izzzzzz decommizzzzzzzioned that we can juzzzzzzt pack up and go on and relocate to a lezzzzzz old factory, even when the rezzzzzt of the Digital World hazzzzzz not gotten the hint and zzzzzzend all of their junk data here juzzzzzzt becauzzzzzze they've been doing it for azzzzz long azzzzzz they can remember, and zzzzzzzo he leavezzzzzzz me on cleanup duty while everyone elzzzzzze movezzzzzz on, and then doezzzzzzn't even call when I'm drowning in junk data and zzzzzzzcrap, becauzzzzzzze if I leave thizzzzzz entire plazzzzzzze izzzzzzzz going to go up in flamezzzzzzz!
Zzzzzzzo yezzzzzzz. Thizzzzzzz? Thizzzzz izzzzzzz zzzzzzztandard!" The Kokuwamon's head now went from sparking to erupting, tendrils of electricity lashing out at the space between the two. Fortunately, the room had a lot of lightning rods for grounding purposes, so SkullSatamon was never in any danger of being fried. However, with how each part of its metal body shook in a different direction, it almost seemed like it was going to explode before the facility did. Maybe asking it for advice wasn't a great idea.
Wasted time wasn't the only consequence, either. With Kokuwamon so busy rambling, nobody was manning the conveyor belts. Packets of unstable data were sneaking past the capsule station, and now making their way past the the neutralizing fluid. If they made it to the giant mallet without Kokuwamon noticing . . .
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Post by darkblade on Apr 26, 2018 0:23:39 GMT
Iko, who had barely worked a proper job a single day of his life, was honestly quite removed from Isaac's current realization. The SkullSatamon might have seemed a bit silly and forward, but he at least had the idea to make it seem like he and Luke were supposed to be there. As the Impmon gave his face-palm, the wolf in the same mental room tilted his head. They were doomed? "How do you mean?"
O... oh. Oh. Just as that question left the SkullSatamon's mouth, it was clear that they had flipped up the cover of some long built-up dam, of pent up frustration and misery. Like in some cheap horror flick, the head swiveled right around on the spot. Luke stepped back, his eyes catching something 'off' in the room, leaving the SkullSatamon alone to listen to that calm question. He let out one appropriate response:
"Eh?"
And boom. Seeing that spark like an explosion, the SkullSatamon jumped in place, stepping back as the Kokuwamon's rant filled the room! Such passion, such frustration, such agony - the metallic monster was completely inconsolable, and the SkullSatamon had no idea how to respond! "I... mean, its not that bad? Some even struggle to... no, wait, let me... hey!" Sheesh, he didn't know how to deal with this - he was afraid the little guy was just going to explode!
Speaking of which, red lights would suddenly blare at the top, as the conveyors in the room suddenly came to a grinding halt! The sound was accompanied by the tinkering of shattered glass, as Luke stood at the front end of the room. The side of his gloved fist hit the side of a 'break in case of emergency' button, stopping the material a good six feet in front of the hammer.
That was one advantage. This was another: "So," Luke cut in, "SkullSatamon and I are here to investigate, so we need to look deeper. So, I'd get around back to the... I don't know, ten, twelve hours it would take to fix what I just did? Oh, and don't complain too much," Luke pointed to the hammer, that sparking data only feet away from processing. "Its definitely better than ordering another one of those."
"... Luke, you heartless-"
"Snothead." SkullSatamon finished that comment, shaking his head in the process. "Well, can't be helped now..."
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on May 3, 2018 1:20:03 GMT
Kokuwamon's eyes widened as he heard the sound of broken glass and grinding conveyor belts, and his head spun a comedic 360 degrees as he tried to trace the source of the noise. Eventually he saw the data packets stop to a halt, and in a panic the poor thing dove towards the conveyor belt. He worriedly pawed at the belt, trying to push the data packets on it forward. "No, no, what have you done?" he asked. Kokuwamon was kneading the conveyor belt as if it was pizza dough, trying to get it to move again. "We can't zzzzzzzztop! If we zzzzzzztop, we get a backlog! And if we get a backlog, I'll be forzzzzzzzed to work for hourzzzzzzzz, or elzzzzzzzze we get a zzzzzzzhortage. Oooh, if I have to zzzzzzzztart working manual again-!"
Kokuwamon seemed to make up his mind, because he grabbed the mallet from the machine and hefted it back with all of his might. Isaac's breath stuck in his chest as he watched the hammer hover in the air, knowing the next five seconds could mean the whole group going up in flames.
It turned out this pause wasn't for dramatic effect, but because Kokuwamon simply couldn't lift the mallet high enough. As he tried to draw it back more, Kokuwamon toppled over from its sheer weight. He flailed his legs aimlessly, trying to right himself, but his panic gave way to disappointment when he realized that he was about to smash an covered packet. "Oh," he said, eyes downcast in disappointment at his own sloppiness. "I let that one zzzzzzlip up, didn't I? I'm zzzzzzzorry. Pleazzzzzzze don't tell the bozzzzzzzz." Kokuwamon looked downright remorseful now that his little burst of aggression had been let out. The fact that Luke was shooting him an almost terrifying look sure didn't help matters.
Hearing that he'd need to clean up after Luke's mess, Kokuwamon practically launched himself off of the hammer handle and fell at Luke's feet. Maybe after this, Kokuwamon would have a fruitful career as an amateur gymnast. "Wait a zzzzzzzecond!" he called out. "I know thizzzzzzzz plazzzzzzzzzze better than you, I'm zzzzzzzzzure. Why don't I zzzzzzzzhow you around? It'zzzzzzz better than tearing more of the machinery up. For both of uzzzzzzzzz. Right?" The small, hard disk style mouth on Kokuwamon's face tried to bend into a smile. It was . . . passable. The poor Digimon almost seemed designed to look pathetic.
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Post by darkblade on May 3, 2018 23:54:17 GMT
Of course, the Kokuwamon wasn't pleased about his work line being stalled up - and given how stressed out he had been a moment ago, the panicked reaction didn't come as a surprise to either Luke nor Iko. Even as Isaac seemed to panic at the hammer's movement, all Iko could do in that mental space was plant his forehead to the center of his palm. SkullSatamon, with a curious eyebrow raised for a moment, gave a similar chuckle as the rookie struggled.
But there was no weapon nor explosion - and soon enough, the Kokuwamon understood what he had just about done. Giving a slight sigh, Luke would try and simply walk right past the stressed-out machine - only to have the rookie practically grovel at his feet! Anything to be away from this place when the boss discovered it, right?
Luke and SkullSatamon shared a look, the former giving a shrug. Iko had an idea, and began whispering it over to the skeleton:
"Eh? Well, I gotta be honest with you - when I said 'nested up', I meant that literally! See, with this place decommissioned and all, there's a certain part that he doesn't think should be here anymore - something that could eventually talk on its own and maybe turn this entire factory into his nest!" The SkullSatamon's words seemed convincing enough, and Luke quickly picked up on it:
"We're looking for a spirit - though the boss sort of shoved us out when we wanted to ask more questions, had to take a call." The tamer gave a shrug: "Any idea where we should look?"
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on May 4, 2018 0:29:05 GMT
As soon as Kokuwamon heard what SkullSatamon was saying, he shook his head. "A zzzzzzpirit?" he asked, getting away from his grovel. "No, no. Zzzzzzurely you're mizzzzzztaken. Thizzzzz fazzzzzzility izzzzzzz equipped to zzzzzzzzearch for all zzzzzzzorts of incorrect data. A zzzzzzzzzpirit zzzzzzzzhould be in the zzzzzzzzzpirit containment zzzzzzzzzenter, not out here in the factory! Are you trying to zzzzzzztrezzzzzzz my zzzzzzzzircuitzzzzzzzz?" The Kokuwamon puffed out his chest proudly. "I've zzzzzzzzztudied every inch of thizzzzzzz plazzzzzzzze. Hooliganzzzzzzzzz like you aren't going to come in and threaten me!"
"If that's the case, why didn't you know we were here?" It was equal parts astute and immature as a question, but it clearly wasn't what Kokuwamon expected. The worker's puffed-out chest practically deflated, and it feebly raised a finger as it tried to explain before lowering it. It looked around, stammered nervously, and then dashed off.
Within seconds it was back, hefting up what looked like an oversized geiger counter. "Zzzzzzzzo maybe I wazzzzzzzzz wrong," Kokuwamon said. "But maybe thizzzzzz can be of zzzzzzzervizzzzzzze? It zzzzzzzhould zzzzzzzhow you zzzzzzzztrong zzzzzzzignalzzzzzzzz of data, ezzzzzzzzzpezzzzzzzzzially of the tranzzzzzzzformative kind. I'm not zzzzzzzzzeeing any rezzzzzzzzzultzzzzzzzzz here, but I'm zzzzzzzure you can find it. If thizzzzzzzzzz izzzzzzzzz real, and not an excuzzzzzzzzze for breaking and entering."
Sure enough, the geiger counter was dead as a doornail. However, the room was filled to the brim with all sorts of strange machines. Who knows what would end up reacting, provided Kokuwamon wasn't messing around?
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Post by darkblade on May 4, 2018 1:52:23 GMT
Well, score one for the skeleton man! At the SkullSatamon's surprising bit of snark, Iko couldn't help but blink at that. Is... is my snark rubbing off on him? The wolf sighed, shaking his head as he collapsed back into a chair, one that may or may not have existed in the moment before.
Regardless, it was enough to throw the Kokuwamon off-guard, and soon enough, he provided his own way to help - a Geiger counter? Actually, the way the Kokuwamon explained it made it sound more like a data radar. As the rookie explained it, the tamer turned it once over in his hand, before he gave a shrug. He turned to face the SkullSatamon:
"So, you can fly, right?"
"Ah, yes!" With a rattling smile, the skeleton took the device in hand, his holey wings giving him a quick and surprising amount of lift. "And so, the hunt is on!" Without further delay, the demon skeleton took off, examining anything that looked like it could be of interest: previously unseen piece of machinery? That security device on the catwalk above? Each and every piece of equipment on the lower conveyor belt? The order seemed random with how much the skeleton was whipping around, but surely he had a system in place!
Surely. Hopefully. Maybe.
Look, we'll give it a ten percent chance, alright.
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on May 4, 2018 2:24:08 GMT
Isaac blinked within his headspace as SkullSatamon took off like a rocket. Yours and mine both, I guess, Isaac thought. Still, guy had a smile and a half as he said it. I don't even think he knew he was snarking. And that's a terrifying combo. Isaac could only imagine the great disses, put-downs, and sarcasm that could come from a Digimon who had no idea how strong his taunt game was. Maybe it was better that he and Iko never explained, lest they create a true monster.
Still, can't fault him on his work ethic. This guy's thorough, Isaac added as he watched SkullSatamon get to work. He was giving the room an intensive sweep, the Geiger Counter being held in every nook and cranny to try and look for spirits. Some of it was kind of pointless. For example, SkullSatamon didn't need to shove the counter literally underneath the conveyor belts, or behind the machinery in the room. However, his otherwise obsessive thoroughness actually hit paydirt sooner rather than later. The Geiger Counter flipped up when it was near the machine producing syringes, SkullSatamon excitedly cheering "Whoa! Now that's a good beep right there!"
He ran the Geiger Counter along the conveyor belts, and received several smaller, quieter beeps in trade. It seemed to be exclusively present around the fluid-filled packets that sat atop the conveyor belt. As soon as the blacklight rendered a data packet inert, it stopped giving a signal. Whatever was giving this reaction, it had to be somewhere between those two steps.
Seems to me like we're gonna have a bit deeper to dig, Isaac thought towards Iko. You don't think Luke would know where your average factory keeps their dangerous chemicals, do you?
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Post by darkblade on May 4, 2018 3:24:18 GMT
Well, the SkullSatamon had to be thorough - but he could have been a little less erratic! Seeing SkullSatamon whiz across the room, all Iko could do was sit back and watch the madness: Sure, but wouldn't it make sense to check the line first? That would probably do better than a vending machine... which is... giving off 5 rads. Huh.
Ignoring the potential neutrino-cola - or perhaps the soda had been tainted for not being purchased in literal years - it didn't take long for the SkullSatamon to find where the beeping was. Luke, looking on from a distance, noted the source: not the data packets themselves, but whatever this injection machine was fitting into them. Curious, the tamer took a step towards the deactivated machine. Should he be able, Luke would pull the arm down, and attempt to tap the syringe against the stopped conveyor, to examine whatever material flowed out. "Skull, try scanning this directly. I think we're onto something."
Isaac's curiosity wouldn't hold in the air for long, as Luke would direct a question to the rookie: "Is there a place in the factory where this stabilizer is generated?" His eyes would look over the machine - was it a stock, or was it being pumped through some sort of hose?
Heh. Maybe not specifically, but it doesn't take him long to figure it out.
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on May 5, 2018 18:01:35 GMT
For what was supposed to be stabilization fluid, the fluid sure didn't look very stable. It was a putrid looking grey color, and the second some spilled out onto the open air it began to bubble as if left on a rolling boil. The wisps of smoke that started to fill in the air twisted around each other like coiled up dragons, then started shooting off in every direction. SkullSatamon was left coughing and wheezing as a plume whacked him right in the face-
"Hey, wait a minute. I've got way too few lungs for this!"
-Or, at least, he was until making a very important realization. Now undeterred by the smoke, he casually gave his staff a twirl to blow some of it away. The smoke promptly obliged, dispersing away as if it couldn't wait to leave the room. Isaac coughed in the back of SkullSatamon's headspace, and the skeleton quickly scrambled to start checking his Geiger Counter more closely. The needle was falling fast as the vapors faded away, but they had peaked at quite the high value. Clearly, this was the good stuff.
"The zzzzzzztabilizzzzzzzzer is made in the bazzzzzzement of thizzzzzzz fazzzzzzzility," the Kokuwamon said. "It takezzzzzz a lot of heat and prezzzzzzzzure to make gazzzzzzzzeous data zzzzzzzzettle down into a fluid, but the zzzzzzzzzourzzzzzzzze of the zzzzzzzzztabilizzzzzzzzer zzzzzzzzzemzzzzzzz to change zzzzzzzztate quite quickly! Juzzzzzzzzt try not to breathe it in.
I can give you a key, but the bazzzzzzzzement door izzzzzzzzz at the other zzzzzzzzide of the fazzzzzzzzility. It might be quite the zzzzzzzzztroll."
That sounds like way too much effort, Isaac thought, huffing within the back of his mind.You think there's a shortcut or something?
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Post by darkblade on May 6, 2018 18:23:36 GMT
Well, that was unexpected! As soon as the binder escaped the syringe, it seemed to react with the ambient air around the factory, the plume of which erupted right into SkullSatamon's face. The skeleton hacked, coughed, and wheezed - somehow - before realizing that he lacked the capability to even do any of that. A single swipe of the staff dissipated the smoke outward, taken up into the far vents at the corner of the room.
This stabilizer definitely fit the bill of 'Chaotic', and the Kokuwamon was quick to explain the basics. "Hm... well, the walk can't be that bad, I guess?" Luke gave a shrug. Despite Isaac's concern, Luke was an athlete who could run something of a five minute mile, so sudden roadwork like this really didn't get to him all that much. Iko, similarly, just gave a sigh to Isaac's point: they were here for the long-haul anyway, right? Why rush it?
Well, as it turned out, the SkullSatamon had another idea. As they were presented the key, and the pair headed out of the room via the back exit, the demon Digimon spoke up: "Pardon me, but he did say that it was being produced in the 'basement', right?"
"Um... yeah?" Luke blinked - but before he could get another word to respond, the skeleton continued:
"And we're walking across catwalks and paths that head deeper into the facility... and I have wings?"
"Ah." Luke chuckled, as the SkullSatamon bowed, offering a hand to the tamer. "Dark Wing express, at your service. Next stop, bottom floor!"
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