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There's No Place Like Home [Mikemon/Cas]
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Post by Cross on Jun 11, 2018 0:08:49 GMT
Eyeing her reading and the egg at hand Cassandra carefully returned it to her Digivice wondering just what sort of effects such an operation might have on the armor evolution in question. Pulling on a pair of plastic gloves she gathered up the towels and took them down stairs where she kept the buckets to bleach what towels could be salvaged. Dumping them into the container she paused before she added bleach and water. Grabbing a vial from her office she quickly took a sample given that no matter how contaminated it might be all samples had some value. Then thinking better on doing bleach and water she settled for just pouring the bottle of bleach into the bucket along with dumping the disposable plastic gloves that she had handled the stuff with in after deciding the towels in this case were likely a lost cause. Carefully stashing the sample in the fridge reserved for sample requiring isolation she returned upstairs.
"Thank you Mikemon." She spoke voice soft and genuine as she eyed the exhausted feline Doctor. "That was...well that was truly amazing." Cas complimented before digging through her kitchen drawer and handing the Digimon in question a few takeout menu's.
"Pick a place. It's my treat." She explained with a smile. "Though if you don't mind me asking how do you normally deal with D-virus infections?"
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Post by Dr. Mikemon on Jun 11, 2018 0:56:44 GMT
As Cassandra retrieved the egg, and took the towels away for her own observation and disposal, Mikemon gladly took those few moments to recuperate. The intense amount of focus and the continued use of both healing and shadow energy took a great toll on the doctor, enough that it wouldn't have been surprising for him to simply fall back on the couch and catch another few hours of shut-eye.
But the cat wasn't just going to let the day slip by. As Cassandra returned - slipping that vial into the medical fridge - Mikemon returned a nod to Cassandra's thanks. "Well, its not something I have to do that often. Honestly, I probably looked like quite the statue while I was doing that. You're quite welcome, though." Returning a chuckle and a smile, he took the menus in hand, giving them a quick glance.
Cassandra's following question made his ear give a slight twitch. "Well, its difficult. Digimon who can regenerate, like insect types, I would simply amputate the infected part if possible. If not, well..." The cat sighed, mulling it over in his head. "To an extend, D-Reaper corruption can be manually extracted. Its 'more dense' so it can simply be pulled out through a chemical process - but its extensive, hard on the body, and generally leaves the body at about a twenty-percent infection rate."
The cat blinked, his eyes briefly settling on Cassandra. "... So I can get them down to your state."
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Post by Cross on Jun 11, 2018 1:14:16 GMT
"Oh..." Cassandra murmurs blinking those blood red crimson eyes of hers in surprise at Mikemon's comment. In surprise at the reminder. No cure...
Sick.
Stuck like this.
Monster... The thoughts bubbled up unbidden within her mind like the last panicked breaths of a drowning man as Cassandra fights to shove them back down. It's like learning one has cancer. Like feeling your skin tarred forever with this black burning brush with a label you cannot remove. Later on she will go through the coping methods, but she hasn't the time now for healing so instead she settles for a quick fix and shoves the emotions threatening to overwhelm her into a tiny mental box and tries not to grimace. "There has to be a better way of dealing with the infection. I don't know how, but somehow we have to figure out how to head this thing off." She mused waiting for Mikemon to make his choice. She'd likely get her usual from whichever place he chose.
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Post by Dr. Mikemon on Jun 12, 2018 0:46:10 GMT
Mikemon could tell, even at a glance, that Cassandra had already gone through something similar to what the Mikemon had referenced. She lacked the glowing aura that the egg had, but still had the signs of infection: red eyes, darker veins, shadows under her eyes, and a perpetually higher body temperature than most. Thus, the cat tried to keep his tone rather level, but it was clear that Cassandra had already been through the mental wringer once or twice.
Her eventual answer betrayed that as well, her resolve almost defiant. "I'll try this Chinese place, whatever you like from it." With a low tone, he folded back the menus and offered them to Cassandra, the doctor giving a sigh. "We've gone from having barely any information on the D-Reaper to an influx of data. Honestly, our current methods of treatment are just advanced versions of crude answers we had before."
That said? "While we're all looking for answers, the world is already banging at our door and expecting a miracle. But I'll be honest, something so foreign and unexpected like this - well, its going to cause a lot of damage before we learn how to properly mitigate it." Mikemon sighed, almost seeming depressed by the thought. "Sorry. Its just a sunk cost that's hard to swallow."
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Post by Cross on Jun 12, 2018 1:38:05 GMT
"Well you're a cat so you'll likely enjoy the shrimp dish I typically get from there." She murmured taking the menu Mikemon had selected and dialing up the number on her phone. After placing a double of her order, an order of soup, and Cloak and Dagger's usuals she turned back to her colleague. His words though left the woman even more solemn then before.
"As a human I likely understand the cost far better then I'd like. Our world had a...outbreak of sorts not unlike this during World War Two. It was called the Spanish flu though the name is a misnomer. News of it was restricted so as to not cause a panic during the war, but historically almost seventy-five percent of the death toll was from the sickness. It killed more people then the black plague." Cassandra explained as she settled down on one of the stools with a tired sigh.
"We didn't stop it. Didn't have the technology to stop it. The only reason it ceased was because it killed off everyone that didn't have resistance to it. I'd....I'd rather that not happen with the D-virus. That we not reach that point." She murmured massaging her temples to ease the stress headache she felt building behind her eyes.
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Post by Dr. Mikemon on Jun 13, 2018 1:24:40 GMT
Apparently, this scale of epidemic wasn't something that was just restricted to the Digital World.
Giving a nod as Cassandra placed the order, Mikemon settled back in that chair, taking a moment to curl up like a cat, resting his chin on his forepaws. His ear gave a twitch at Cassandra's tone, Mikemon carefully listening to her words. He'd heard of World War II itself, at least in brief - knowing it as 'some human conflict some many years ago - but he hadn't heard of this 'Spanish Flu'. But the moment she started to explain it, he understood:
A pandemic, hidden behind the shadows. Mass panic. Entire cities, weakened by war, ravaged by the disease. Cassandra spoke of it plainly, and let her own fear onto the table: what if the D-Reaper reached that point? The feline slowly gave a blink, shaking his head.
"The D-Reaper is a universal constant of the Digital World, necessary to hold the very fabric of it all together from inevitable corruption. Forget a pandemic - if the D-Reaper's newfound behavior extends beyond the perimeter of the Dark Area," Mikemon gave a sigh, "then the Digital World as we know it might completely change. Either to a blazing hellscape and a constant battle between those corrupted and those remaining... or to a world without its fail-safe, a corrupted mess, where natural disasters are commonplace, disastrous, and vast in scope."
He grit his fangs, shaking his head. "Its terrifying to think about."
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Post by Cross on Jun 13, 2018 1:45:51 GMT
Cassandra would allow the silence to stretch between them only rising when a knock came from downstairs. Donning a set of sunglasses and a medical mask she made her way to the front door to grab the food and pay. When she returned she set their meals out on the counter. Passing Cloak and Dagger their food as she dug into her own. The quiet weighing on all their nerves with each wrapped up in their own thoughts. Setting her chopsticks down Cas sighs, grits her own fangs, and with a look of utter defiance turns to Mikemon.
"We do what I do best. We work hard, we fighting dirty, and we plan for the worst and hope for the best. If we're lucky we fall somewhere in the middle. We'll figure this thing out one way or another...we're survivors." The Doctor growled out as she jabbed a shrimp with her chopsticks and took a bite. She'd always been a woman of purpose and goals. She'd figure this out one way or another with Mikemon's help.
"We'll give it our all. Till then there's no sense worrying about it." Cas added reaching out to ruffle the fur atop Mikemon's head flashing him a fanged grin. Tomorrow was another day and it always shone brighter.
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