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Post by D-Reaper Scout on Apr 23, 2018 3:22:06 GMT
Of course, Cloak and Dagger had the right to be a bit skeptical, but the Kotemon's question was easily answered. "He has an ability similar to my Presence Erasure. The only way you'll be detected on the way to Fragment Village is by direct sight, and Mummymon here won't let that happen so easily."
"Ah... so these four, then?" The Mummymon looked on at both Cassandra and Lopmon, while sparing both Cloak and Dagger a single glance apiece. Per Sorcermon's call, the condition on one of them seemed quite grave - but at a simple look, this was nothing that he couldn't handle. Giving a nod, the mummy caught Sorcermon's staff as it was tossed to him, the undead Digimon continuing to maintain the spell. With that, he'd look to the other two:
"Hm. Sort of short legs for this sort of travel, isn't it? Sorcermon, don't you have some sort of wheelbarrow I could borrow?"
"Old-fashioned as ever, but fine." That was going to be their method of transport? The Lopmon, mercifully enough, would be plucked up in one of the Mummymon's bandages.
"Good, good. I guess I'll be off once I have that, then. Gonna be bumpy, you two."
"Huh that makes sense..." Dagger murmured though he was a bit reluctant to leave Lopmon to the Mummymon's care and even more so his Tamer, but as he glanced down at his own legs he couldn't help, but frown. He was faster on all fours, but given how tall the newcomer was it was doubtful he'd be able to keep up. Leaving the little weapon digimon to swallow his pride as a wheelbarrow was fetched. The Zubamon was the first to clamor in even as Cloak stared at the contraption with disdain and wounded pride before finally sucking it up and joining his twin. His shoulders and form stiff with embarrassment.
"I was...taller when we first arrived." The Kotemon grumbled quietly, but accepted his lot in life if it meant saving his Tamer. It wouldn't be the first time his pride had suffered though usually Cas was there to soothe away the rough edges of the hurt.
Post by D-Reaper Scout on Apr 24, 2018 0:32:38 GMT
Oh, the two had their pride wounded by such an inferior vehicle? The Mummymon could only chuckle: the Lopmon was held secure to his side with a bandage, while Cassandra floated off to the side in that stasis. "So I just gave to get the four of them there safely, right?"
"Yup. Well, good luck, Dagger, Cloak." Sorcermon wasn't going to give them much more warning than that: turning to step back inside the manor, the wizard would fall from sight, the Mummymon lifting the back end up, testing the tire against the makeshift path. "Alright then... one... two..."
His legs tensed. His hands curled tight around the wheelbarrow's handles.
"Three!" And with a push off his feet, and a dust-cloud left at that first point, the Wizardmon pressed the group forward in an all-out sprint, one with a pace befitting an ultimate! They'd pass by a few Saberdramon, and even a sword-wielding Digimon or two, but they would all be passed in a blink of an eye, as Cloak and Dagger would be forced to try and find a way to stabilize themselves inside the wheelbarrow - well, not that the Mummymon ever gave them enough of a bump to jump out! In all, it would be an outright ridiculous trek, one that would only end in the outskirts of Fragment Village:
A town with buildings made of junk, and citizens looking like they've fallen out of grace. Compared to the manor, this place seemed far more suited to the Dark Area, though at the very least, the various demons around here only shot them a mere look, before going about their business.
Letting that wheelbarrow clatter against the ground, the Mummymon gave a nod, resting the Lopmon under one arm, trailing Cassandra behind with a single finger. "Well, what are we waiting for? Onto the doctor, then!"
"Thank you for all you have done." Cloak murmured offering Sorcermon a solemn nod or about as solemn as one could give while perched in a wheelbarrow. Dagger was a bit more effusive with his thanks. "Yeah we couldn't have done it without you. I'll make sure Cherry is looked after." The Zubamon assured him with a fanged smile and a wave. Though as the Mummymon took off he was quick to latch onto the side with a yelp.
Not that his grip lasted long as the two rookies where jostling about. Dagger eventually coming to cling to his twin in panic as Cloak was basically frozen in terror his eyes clenched shut and quietly muttering to himself "It'll be over soon...It'll be over soon..." Over and over until the group eventually made their way into the village. Shakily the twins half climbed, half crawled, half fell out of the wheelbarrow eventually getting to their feet on shaky legs as Cloak leaned heavily against the side of the gardening tool. Dagger who usually enjoyed speed was having second thoughts about his relationship with anything that could be termed 'fast.'
"Remind me to never complain about Behemoth again." The Zubamon wheezed as his twin nodded solemnly. The two following Mummymon at a downright subdued pace, half leaning on each other as Cloak did his best to sweep their surroundings for any threat. Quietly hoping the Mummymon would be enough to deter any trouble.
Post by D-Reaper Scout on Apr 24, 2018 4:27:48 GMT
"What's the matter, you two don't have your land-legs back yet?" Despite the dizzied state of the twins, the Mummymon didn't offer much help, other than cutting his pace so that he would be close enough to these two in this rather worn-down village. It was a good thing, too: with both the wounded Lopmon and a suspended human in tow, they got more than a few weird looks from the more derelict residents. DemiDevimon with tattered wings stared on in small flocks, a Gazimon with patchy fur stepping away with a hiss as the five of them moved on by.
The building they came to didn't look too much different than anything else, not even a sign indicating what it was from the outside. A bare knock at the door was answered by a metal slit opening in the middle.
"Sorcermon's money, quit being clever." Clearly not matching the code word in the slightest, the door opened nonetheless, allowing the group access to a medical office, one that was already pungent with the scent of some burning, herbal remedy. A Witchmon, clad in black, gave a mere blink at the group presented to her. Obviously, there were two patients:
"Lopmon. Diagnosis, miscellaneous battle damage, burns, general bruising. Shouldn't take me more than a few minutes." Her gaze quickly flickered over to the more interesting patient of the two...
... And seeing the metal in the arm, she gave a pause, and a blink. "You there. Masked one." She gave a sharp look to the Kotemon. "One minute. Explain."
It would indeed take the twins a little bit to get their 'land legs' back as it were, but they managed to stick close to the Mummymon. The fact he had their Tamer was incentive enough for them to keep up and soon the two rookies were trotting along at a decent pace. Cloak kept his eyes on their surroundings while Dagger settled for attempting to look as threatening and non-threatening as possible. Treating the hissing Gazimon that parted from their path to a soft snarl and a flash of his own teeth as the two stopped before the nondescript building.
"Effective password." The Zubamon muttered when Mummymon ensured they were let in with little fuss. Revealing a room choked with the scent of herb smoke and an awaiting Witchmon. The smoke sending Dagger into a brief sneezing fit as Cloak watched the new digimon examine Cherry with impassive eyes. When her eyes finally turned upon Cas before settling on him the Kotemon straightened. His heart skipping a bit as he thought of the damage his Tamer had taken before he briefly forced himself to mentally step back. To assess the past situation as he might view a distant chessboard.
"Attacked by unknown Digimon and Tamer. Attackers were acting...." The Kotemon trailed off unsure how to phrase the horror of what they had witnessed.
"They kept talking about gifts...Cas knew the Tamer, but he wasn't acting right. He had weird red veins and glowing red eyes. His Partners Data was likewise tinged red." Dagger supplied quietly adding what he could to the report as Cloak nodded at his assessment before continuing.
"The Hostile Tamer ordered us eliminated in order to isolate and capture our Tamer...we resisted. Our Tamer took the brunt of the hostile's attention in order to facilitate our escape. Initial Damage assessment...Right leg snapped from seven story plummet into water. Tamer personally set the bone, but likely needs to be set once more due to jostling. Third to fourth degree burns suffered to left arm and partial left torso from red tinted fire attack side-effects unknown. Transport through damaged faulty portal and subsequent ground-strike impact side-effects unknown. Tamers damaged D-terminal melted into her flesh and began malfunctioning attempting to further meld with Tamer's arm. Device was removed and destroyed before further damage could be caused, but side-effects unknown. Tamer ceased breathing for under a minute, possibly due to temporary heart failure from shock. Resuscitation was successful with likely minor fracturing to rips and bruising to upper torso. Wounds were flushed of debri and treated with oitment and bandages as best as possible by my twin. Their edges remained red tinted. Wounds were further tended to with a Data reconstruction card to decrease Tamers condition from Terminal to Critical side-effects unknown." Cloak spoke finally ending his report his shoulders slumping at the sheer amount of damage and the far too many unknown factors listed within it. Slowly Dagger inched up next to his twin reaching out to take his sleeved hand as he gave it a silent squeeze. Both rookies looking more exhausted and worse for wear then ever as they stared at the injured woman held in stasis before them.
Post by D-Reaper Scout on Apr 24, 2018 23:29:23 GMT
'Effective password', indeed. It seemed to be one that fit the Witchmon's temperament, though, the apparent doctor not showing an ounce of concern or compassion in her eyes. Behind that angry facade did exist a degree of interest, though, enough for her to inquire about the condition with the humans two partners.
What she heard, though, was exactly what she didn't want to here. A crazed tamer and his pet attacked this one - with something red, no less - and now Cassandra was here in all sorts of bent-out shape. Severe burns and a broken leg were of little interest to her, but the mention of that color, and even of the D-Terminal melding with her arm, brought the witch's teeth to a grit.
"Great. Now I have to deal with this D-Reaper shit, too."
"Oh, so you're familiar? Well, if you're saying the task is beyond you-" The Mummymon's chuckling statement was brought to a halt by a single glare from the Witchmon. She merely pointed to an open cot, the Mummymon giving a sigh as he moved to settle the Lopmon on top of the bed. The Witchmon flicked around a single finger, her familiar - a cat, with a body more akin to those in the human world, save its ghostly bottom half - swirling once around her.
"Janet, tend to the bunny. Mummymon, keep the stasis for a bit. You two, quiet."
'Janet' would give a small chuckle, its wispy body soon floating over, resting by and curling around the Lopmon. A sustained green glow radiated warmly from the ghastly feline's body, as the Witchmon opened a cabinet, revealing several herbs and chemical binders.
It took about twenty minutes, but the Witchmon had made her product: finally settling the pestle aside, the doctor let that rough-looking blue paste rest in its glass beaker, a number of steel needles poking straight up from the chemical. Next to it, she had set aside several clean towels - and at the floor, both a vat of water and an empty bucket.
With one nod from the Witch, the Mummymon would tap his cane, the stasis fading around Cassandra as she'd settle in on an operating table. Certainly, this was a very pained human, and likely a fragile one at that:
"Hate to do this just as you wake up, but I don't really have a choice, hun." Before the other doctor could likely even get a word out, the Witchmon would have pressed her gloved hand forward, a black glow emanating from her hand - a curse, to have one fall into a deep sleep.
"Just remember, when you finally wake up, try not to fall out of the bed, alright?"
"D-reaper?" Cloak murmured softly as much to his twin as to himself in their mutual confusion. Was that perhaps what had caused the red glow and the Tamer and his Partner to attack them? Cas had called the man Viktor and while threatening he'd seemed more then a little interested in the Doctor. Their Tamer had certainly been willing to approach him and the threat from his corner surprising and unexpected to her hinting at least to some amount of trust. Perhaps it was lucky the man had come in guns blazing and threats on his tongue. Had the twins not sensed the wrongness about him...no...Cloak didn't even want to think about how badly that could have gone wrong.
Still at the Witchmon's urging the two rookies stepped back, even Dagger held his tongue as they settled down their backs to the wall as they watched the Witchmon and their Tamer with bright attentive gold eyes.
As the stasis broke freeing the woman once more she grit her too sharp teeth in pain, her eyes briefly flashing open in the dim room to reveal bright bloody red orbs, their slitted pupils gradually widening in the low light like a cats...or like a night adjusted demon digimon, before she closed them once more. Sucking in a sharp breath in shock and distress Cas cussed softly in pain before biting her lower lip hard enough to draw blood. The reaction enough to cause Cloak to jerk to his feet moving as if to go to her before Dagger caught his arm stopping him from approaching and possibly ruining the Doctor's work. The swordsman though wouldn't sit down once more until his Tamer had relaxed back into merciful unconsciousness.
Post by D-Reaper Scout on Apr 25, 2018 2:04:29 GMT
"And now that that's taken care of..."
The Witchmon gave a sigh, pulling back her hands, letting those oversized sorcerer's gloves fall off of her arms. They were quickly replaced with a more proper rubber set. The human was definitely in dire straits, but there was no need to rush or panic. Cassandra's arm was extensively damaged, and there likely wasn't an inch of her that wasn't scratched or beaten up...
... But so long as the Witchmon treated the worst of her injuries, that being the burn that covered over half her frame, Cassandra wouldn't be lost to them. Passing a brief hand over the left side of her body, an intense emerald glow would emit itself from that rubber glove, lightly treating the wound underneath. A moment later, the Witchmon produced a set of scissors, perhaps mercifully cutting away whatever remains of the wetsuit. The wound underneath would have been tempered enough not to pull the skin along with it, which gave the doctor a good enough look over that charred flesh.
"... No arguing what has to be done here." She hated doing it this way, but what else could be done? The Witchmon placed both of her hands over the largest section of the burn - first over her side, then over her arm - and let a heavy amount of healing energy radiate into the patient. It wouldn't be perfect, but of course, it couldn't be perfect: with the edges of the burn covered with the D-Reaper's blight, Cassandra's body would be left scarred, a mark that would remain well after tonight.
That wasn't the issue: as soon as her skin was well enough to handle it, the Witchmon would direct her magic towards that blue paste. The needles levitated in the air, several in number, and with a flick of her wrist, they would neatly slip by and plant themselves deep over the sight of the former burns. With each point of contact, the blue paste would settle on in - a moment later, the Witchmon would lift the needles out, gently, with another careless-looking flick of her wrist.
"See what we got here..." Grabbing the first of the towels, the Witchmon dipped one into the vat of water, wringing it out so that the surface remained damp. The cloth pressed right over, and with a slight pull, it would quickly be soaked red.
Red. But not with blood. "Fucking hell, how much is there?" Annoyed, the towel was tossed right in the bin, a sizzling sound heard from the base, as the Witchmon drew another. The process repeated for another two or three hours: before she would even start on another wound, this acupuncture would be performed on every part of the burn, and even her good arm and leg. Each time, this red data would be pulled, siphoned, and discarded. Whenever the bin became half full, the Witchmon sparked a purple flame, fully eradicating the contents within.
Slowly, the red color in her veins would start to fade... and the Witchmon would give a relieved sigh. "... Alright. Now the contamination's below the point where she'll try and infect someone else in this room. Aside from the arm, all that's left is legwork..."
The twins kept as quiet as they were able. Mostly due to the fact that the Zubamon had begun to drift in and out of sleep leaned against his twin's shoulder. The Kotemon's eyes were more wary and watchful, but even he seemed to relax as the time passed and his Tamer remained thankfully out cold.
"She took the worst of the strike. I was caught across the back, but most of the damage was confined to my Armor form while Hime got caught in the backblast while raising a barrier between us and the attack. It wasn't enough to stop it though... then the D-terminal began trying to burrow into her arm." Cloak murmured quietly speaking up only once the Witchmon mentioned that the contamination was below a threatening level. Not that Cas was in much of a shape to go about infecting anyone even if the Virus managed to fully take over despite her fighting it tooth and claw. Still the knowledge they wouldn't be losing their Tamer just yet eased much of the tension in the two rookies forms.
"Hmph. Don't think I'll have time to look through a damn armor egg, Kotemon."
Irate enough as it was, the Witchmon pulled back for just a moment, to change out her gloves for a fresh set. She was finished with the blue formula, but that didn't mean she was done. Everything else was fairly routine, except for one aspect: this damn left arm. Was the D-Terminal trying to integrate into her vitals, or did it just manage to burn into her wrist?
It didn't matter either way. The machine was broken, and this had to be fixed: stretching out that arm, letting it rest upward, she got a careful look at the molten metal and wires sticking out from the frame, and gave a sigh. With her right hand, she raised a scalpel, and with her left, an intense, azure aura filled the room. The Witchmon was focusing all of her power into this point, and with a bit more fervor than some might recommend, she started to cut. The blade would push in with a clean, but deep incision, cutting through the wire and around the bulk of the machine. Setting the blade aside, that same hand would try and wrest the machine free of the arm.
The moment it came out, that opposite hand pressed in, all of the built-up healing energy rushing over the open hole! "Cursed Salvation." Her declared words even empowered the spell more, Witchmon's focus extending through a great deal...
... Would it work? If the device couldn't be freed, well, she'd have to simply patch it up enough so that it wouldn't cause her too much pain. But if this worked, it was just a matter of plucking out a few wires!
There wasn't much of the 'machine' left. Baalmon having ripped it to shreds pulling it off of his Tamer's arm. What remained was some hardware, metal, and the wires still burrowed into the woman's skin, the metal having seemed to have molded and merged with her flesh before slowly spreading outwards since then. Cutting away at it with the azure scalpel it would become clear that the metal hadn't just merged with the flesh...it had converted it becoming the flesh itself as the Witchmon hit bone peeling away the top layer to reveal a mesh of metal like muscle clinging to the still pale white radius and ulna that seemed to be slowly being consumed by a metallic fiber mesh. Though only a glimpse of the area could be seen before the Witchmon suffused it with healing energy.
The living metal seemed to writhe not only absorbing the Witchmon's healing energy...but attempting to drain her dry as it began to rapidly spread covering the expanse of Cas's fingers and hand and inching it's way further up her forearm likely reaching to just below the elbow before the digimon could pull away or cut the connection. The outlines of the sections of metal plates that now made up the lower arm glowing an eerie red.
Post by D-Reaper Scout on Apr 25, 2018 3:34:28 GMT
Swearing just under her breath, the Witchmon moved quickly. Everything below the elbow was more-or-less forfeit to whatever ills the device had to offer: thinking quickly, the Witchmon made a length-wide incision across Cassandra's entire left arm, just around the shoulder, and gripped her healing arm around the joint. Like that, she focused her energy - carefully partitioning the flow into two separate pieces. One flowed out with the metal, up through the tips of the fingers, giving the entire forearm a metallic 'feel', at the very least. This would meet with that clean-cut round section, and instead of invading further into the body... well, the part of the arm made metal would be left to a clean 'cuff', right below the arm.
Slowly calming her energy, the Witchmon gave a slight stagger, before shaking her head.
"And the rest..."
It would be a good two or so hours before the Witchmon wrapped up - and another two before Cassandra would finally stir awake. The various lighter wounds around her body had been treated appropriately, and her leg, though likely still sore, was once more mended into a strong appendage, like it had never snapped in the first place. A think blanket rested over Cassandra's body, as the Witchmon sat, legs crossed, boredly resting her knuckles against her cheek.
Actually, no - until about ten minutes ago, the Witch was sound asleep, trying to recoup her energy. "... Any time now, sleepyhead..."
The woman slept deep and sound, but even weightless bliss couldn't last forever as Cas struggled her way towards wakefulness like a drowning man towards air coming up with a soft gasp of pain as her eyes flew wide. Those bright red orbs thankfully not the glowing crimson of the D-reaper, but instead a familiar demonic shade as her pupils adjusted to the light widening from slits to normal round orbs as she heard Witchmon's words. Slowly turning her head with a groan the disorientated Tamer blinked once, then twice, then thrice at the Digimon Doctor.
"You...." She murmured her eyes focusing on the digimon. "Are not my twins." She muttered as much to Witchmon as to herself in her state of loopiness as the rapid scuffle of feet caught her attention as the two rookies rushed forward. Dagger was quick to scramble onto the cot at Cas's feet throwing himself forward with a surprising amount of control to bury his face against her stomach as he tentatively wrapped one arm around her unburned side. He'd later claim the tremors that shook his shoulders were from relief rather then tears of joy and fear, but the wetness that clung to the blanket afterward would claim otherwise.
"Cas! Cas! Thank the Sovriegn you're awake! We thought...." The little Zubamon sobbed hugging her a little tighter as Cas reached down to smooth a hand over his head only to pause her breath hitching in surprise as the sight of her left arm. Cloak instead caught her metallic fingers gently in his sleeved hand as he brought her palm up to the side of his helmeted face, leaning his head lightly into it in a show of trust and reassurance.
"Hime..." He murmured softly the sheer weight of overwhelming relief and love that filled the word saying more then a thousand sentences.
"Ah...here they are." Cas whispered her voice a little shaky, but the tenseness that had strung her body wire taunt relaxing at her partners proximity.
Post by D-Reaper Scout on Apr 25, 2018 4:11:59 GMT
Indeed, there were a few things the Witchmon couldn't figure out. Between the left arm, the eyes, the fangs, and the minor influence of the D-Reaper that still coursed through her veins, the doctor simply couldn't scrape every blight away from her being... but for now, it was enough. As Cassandra would slowly rise from her slumber, and give that obvious remark to the Witchmon, the doctor just gave a smirk.
The twins showed themselves, of course, before the doctor even had time to give a remark. Giving a disappointed 'tsk', the Witchmon crossed her arms, looking to Cassandra from the corner of her eyes. "You're lucky. Since I used a spell to put you to sleep rather than medicine, you shouldn't have any of that unfortunate grogginess that goes along with it. That said, its been a while since I've had to work with such a right mess as yourself."
Clicking her fingers, the Witchmon's summoned feline once more appeared above her. "Janet. Focus the healing on the top of her shoulders and the back of her head." The spirit gave a nod and a chuckle of his own, the ghoul slipping forward, weightlessly resting right atop Cas' back. As with the Lopmon, a warm touch of healing energy would start to waft into her body.
"That should help clear up your head, so take a listen. Right now, you're in the Dark Area, and your two 'little ducklings' managed to get you all the way into my 'warm' care." The sarcasm in her tone was palatable, especially on that last word of 'warmth'. To be honest, she could give less of a damn if Cas was alive or dead the next day - provided it wasn't in a fit of D-Reaper rage trying to get at her neck.
"Guess I should also mention, it's been about half a month since you've been here. Don't want you thinking you had to catch an appointment or anything."