Skip Navigation
Hunter and the Hunted [Mission]
Deleted
Deleted Member
Posts: 0
|
Post by Deleted on Jun 4, 2018 6:44:16 GMT
K could see the fact that the other digimon was hurting; that it was close to death. The little bits that they had been able to tack on time and time again; with teamwork. Heart, vigor and an overwhelming force. They had certainly just gotten the right amount of things to make this work. The hits from Her strike, Dio's strike and the surprising intervention of the Orochimon's Eye of the Gorgon only made the victory sweeter. But why was this feeling so empty? So hollow? So terrible....
She watched the digimon shatter, watch the three cores and then the two that slammed into her chest was enough to make her stagger and drop to one knee. She felt the full rush of adrenaline as she could feel the Examon 'core' and the Renamon 'core' fit back into place as though. She sat there panting softly as she could distinctly feel the energy racing through her body screaming in pain as the digital hazard was still working it's horrid magic.
Why did this feel hollow?
She knew why; this digimon would come back. This digimon would without a doubt return and there was a chance that it was going to have some sort of bad influence from the D-reaper. She sat there staring at the Data for a few long moments.
It was the heart wrenching pain of the Digital hazard that brought her to her knees completely. She felt her vision start to fade and the jesmon slowly fell forward into the dirt her helmeted head smashing into the ground as she felt the form itself start to ease out. The light was slow and gentle. There was nothing ill about it; she felt the Cresgarurumon fade, she felt the shutmon form fade and then...
It eased into the weakest, most natural form she had. A sangloupmon. Her head planted firmly in the ground one cheek touching it and the other cast to the sky. Her eyes were distant and her breathing was shallow but... The digimon was alive if not barely.
K has de-digivolved down to Sangloupmon and has passed out where she had been standing.
|
|
|
|
Post by Carlos Rey on Jun 4, 2018 21:56:45 GMT
With the rather unexpected aid of Orochimon all the attacks hit their mark, not even with the D-Reaper’s power was the Meicoomon able to withstand this amount of punishment, her form eventually breaking down and dissipating.
And then there was silence. As if neither Carlos nor Dio could truly believe it was over, almost expecting the Meicoomon to rise back from the ashes and stab them both in the gut if they so much as left their guard down for a second. However, it was clear the creature would not return. “Thank you.” Carlos simply said, bowing respectfully to the eight headed snake. Good thing Cas had gone out of their way to help Orochimon in the first place, that was probably the biggest contributor to the digimon helping them in such a needed moment.
As his frantic breathing slowed down, the NeoDevimon glanced around at the smoldering crater, his gaze being captivated by the Meicoomon’s remaining data.
It remained there. Untouched. Unmoving. Practically begging to be loaded. Ripe for Dio’s taking. If he was quick about it, he could take it for himself. He could have the same power as the other three, he could finally stop being weak. He wouldn't need the protection of others like he always did. He could have the power to be someone…
…so why did he just ignore it and left it drift away? Maybe his common sense was finally kicking again, perhaps he knew better than to purposely risk his life for power coming from such a foul and dangerous source. Power at such a prize was hardly worth the effort. Or more likely, he probably made the choice once he felt something gripping at him. Looking down he was mildly surprised when he saw Carlos, hugging him, either trying to reassure Dio…or trying to find reassurance himself.
“It’s over Dio…we won.”
The demon simply reciprocated the gesture with a single pat on the man’s head, before turning to face his tired companions.
Cloak and Dagger were in pretty bad shape, but at least Cas was already tending to their wounds, while K couldn’t even stand, the knight letting her body collapse on the ground as she regressed to a previous form. Frankly, it was still fairly impressing (at least for the duo) that she hadn’t been sent all the way back to her Renamon form. Clearly, the damage wasn’t as severe as it could have been. Either that or K was really just that tough.
The demon gazed down at the wolf, a completely impassive expression on his eyes. They had been in a similar situation before, except their positions were reversed this time…
With a lowly sigh, the demon reached down, carefully grabbing onto the wolf’s frame, throwing K over his shoulder. That was about the most comfortable way he could carry the unconscious digimon back to safety, it seemed. He shot a glance at the group.
“Our job here is done. Let’s go.” He stated, and without another word he began walking away, retracing their steps as he walked back to the forest path from a while ago. Carlos would follow closely behind, but would stay
Ironic, back some time ago, he would have died for a chance to be in this position, him taking care of her former teacher for a change instead of the other way around, almost as a way to return the favor over all the help he received from her. Or perhaps as a way to get to her to notice his confused feelings for hers. Maybe even that way she might……no, it was too late for that.
Now however? He barely felt anything. He wasn’t doing this because he cared for her, but because nobody else could.
Though he would be lying if he said he didn’t feel…oddly content over it for some reason.
|
|
|
|
Post by Dr. Mikemon on Jun 4, 2018 22:55:15 GMT
Just like that - in one instant at the tip of Dio's claw - the threat that had been terrorizing the lot of them had been obliterated, scattered into countless red shards that littered the air. Though the font of power was tempting throughout, and the implications of letting the D-Reaper's data scattered free uncertain, neither Dio nor K thought it wise to load the data. Even Orochimon, the wild beast among them, instinctively knew it wise not to mess with the corrupt beast's data. Instead, the serpentine beast slithered out, nearer Cassandra than anyone else:
"Will esssscort you back. Monster gone, but forest ssssstill dangeroussss." Repaying the favor from earlier, the serpent gave a nod... but the glint on his scales changed color, from that of a faint red to a bright, lustrous blue.
No, that wasn't anything from the serpent, but a trick of the light: from above, something had magnetized the maelstrom of data in the air, the data amassing in a single vortex as it spun back down towards the forest, to a single point to their east. There, just now stepping into the clearing, was a familiar-but-unfamiliar sight:
The very Renamon that had helped greet them to the village. Her visage had changed somewhat, her eyes burning with a ghastly green light, the rapier replaced with a small dagger at her hip. More perplexing, however, was that the fox wasn't loading the data directly into her frame, but to a green Xros Loader that she held in her left hand. In fact, the data sank right into the screen, the Renamon silently focusing as the storm of data flowed inside.
"Any abnormality?" The radio-voice in her ear gave a buzz.
"None detected. This should work for our purposes." The fox's tone didn't seem threatening - in fact, she wasn't even trying to hide herself from the group at hand. Well, for this sort of thing, looking like you were doing something wrong wouldn't fly that well - but a moment later, the data would be fully pulled away, the data fully sealed in the device.
"So, you all need a fresh head to help you on your way back?" Interesting - where was that venom she was spewing at half the group when this started?
|
|
|
|
Post by Cross on Jun 4, 2018 23:36:07 GMT
Releasing Dagger just enough to free her hands the Doctor pulled a clean soft rag from her pocket and gently wrapped the unconscious Choromon that was Cloak in it not unlike a blanket. The fabric acting as a cushion as she softly settled him into her front pocket with a comforting pat before she scooped up Dagger settling the golden digimon lightly on her left hip as the exhausted Zubamon rested his head upon her shoulder his claws digging holes in her medical coat, but neither of them cared in that moment.
"We would welcome the escort. I'll see about getting you treatment in Fragment Village when we return." Cassandra murmured reaching out her right hand to rest it against the serpents gleaming scales stroking them gently as the light dancing off of their edges caught her attention. Lifting he gaze to the haze of data the Doctor felt her blood run cold before blazing with the weight of her fury as her eyes settled upon the Renamon. The blood red of her irises flashing a deep and vicious crimson with her rage. Despite her kind heart Cassandra was no fool. They were more then a little ways out in the forest and the likelihood that the rookie just happened to arrive in time to scoop up the data as the battle was done were so slim as to be laughable. No....Dr. Cross would bet good money the Renamon and been perched in the distance watching them fight, watching them bleed, watching CLOAK ALMOST DIE, only to swoop in to snatch up the poisoned spoils for her and her General's own purposes.
The Doctor could taste iron on her tongue her fangs aching as her lips pulled back in a silent snarl as she took a single threatening step forward. "And what purposes would those be?" Cassandra asked her voice emotionless and cold like the chilled edge of a sharpened blade danger dripping from every syllable. Her eyes such a bright bright crimson as she demanded her answers. For what the Renamon lacked in venom the Doctor could provide in spades. For she was a blooded veteran having faced not one, but two D-reaper infected super Mega's now and lived to tell the tale. Even with her injured partners it was very clear she was not a woman to be trifled with.
|
|
Deleted
Deleted Member
Posts: 0
|
Post by Deleted on Jun 5, 2018 1:33:35 GMT
Her form was unnaturally still; so much so that when dio picked her up that she didn't move at all for a few seconds before her body registered that she should be 'limp'. Dio would notice more likely than not the nasty looking scar running down the entirety of her back. Something only one or two others had seen if not because of her habit of wearing that Jesmon cloak. It was like her data had been split cleanly and tried to fit itself back together but seemed to be only a small fraction off.
She had nothing to say to anyone here, not like she could say anything anyways. She was exhausted as it was; but perhaps she was still somewhat better off than the twins as they had given it their all. If she had survived without taking as much damage perhaps she'd be in her shutmon state and leaning on the demon rather than being carried by them.
Honestly it was probably for the better that she was passed out; she probably would of had a much more negative reaction to that data being taken in such a fashion than you would expect. But thankfully the sangloupmon was out cold. It'd take her a while to recover properly and ontop of it all...
Perhaps she'd come away with something from this that was more than just a 'win'. A lesson of her own for her own and for others if they wanted it too...?
|
|
|
|
Post by Carlos Rey on Jun 7, 2018 0:06:04 GMT
Truth be told, Dio was finding it a bit hard to transport the unconscious K, if only because her oddly still body made it slightly more awkward and tough to carry while still maintaining balance. The demon shot a somewhat sad side glance at the wolf. Despite what had happened before (or probably directly because of it), as much as he hated to admit it, Dio couldn’t help but worry for his teacher, if just a bit.
He’d find something more to worry about with that glance however, as he soon noticed a rather large, nasty looking red scar ran through the Sangloupmon’s back. Had this always been hidden from sight thanks to K’s red cloak? He certainly didn’t recall ever seeing it during his training.
He wasn’t able to focus on it for too long however, as something else happened that demanded everyone’s attention. The standoffish Renamon from before had showed up to take care of the remaining Meicoomon data. That (thankfully) didn’t entail the fox absorbing the data for herself, but actually locking it within an Xros Loader.
Such convenient timing immediately made alarm bells ring inside Carlos’s mind, something that only increased when the Renamon addressed them in a much friendlier manner than she had done before hand. Something didn’t add up, that much he could tell.
Thankfully he wasn’t the only one to notice that, as the doctor was quick to voice what everyone else was probably asking. Had she remained quiet, Carlos would have probably let this slide, chalking it all up to his own paranoia, but having else sharing his own suspicions was enough to get him to speak up again. He was a lot less direct about it than Cas sure, but his sheer contempt and anger were still impossible to conceal. Plus he did bring up another point.
“Well gee, thanks so much for the help. And what was keeping you from helping out earlier if you were so close? For that matter weren’t you supposed to protect the Village? What are you doing this far away from there?”
Even the demonic partner found himself shooting the Renamon a cold glare, both silently demanding answers to be given… as well as feeling cheated for not being allowed to take the data for himself only for someone else to do it.
For all he cared they were not only stealing potentially dangerous data, they were stealing it from him.
|
|
|
|
Post by Dr. Mikemon on Jun 7, 2018 0:29:05 GMT
Well, well - Cassandra, Carlos, and Dio weren't going to let that slide without remark? The Renamon gave a sigh, securing the Xros Loader in her right hand, mulling over those two very pointed questions in her direction.
Carlos' was much easier to field: "That's simple. Two days ago, our general picked up this mission for himself - but seeing the state that the Meicoomon's screech left our Xros Loader, we revised our plans." For the moment, the numbers would still be burned onto the screens of their devices - and the Renamon held up the Xros Loader, revealing the state of their own screen:
1_1_1_1_1_1_1
"So tell me. If this Meicoomon is able to steal individual forms," the fox questioned, "What do you think would happen if I were to have been struck?" A fair point, but perhaps the most minor of Carlos' questions. As for the village? "It's Devidramon's shift. We've been trading off: one of us is Xros'd with Bakemon to observe the woods, and the other is Xros'd with two other partners to defend the village. Don't worry, we aren't shirking our duties."
Cassandra's question, though, was much more direct - which was why the fox had fielded the easier questions first. She managed a 'tch' in her direction, hearing a light buzz in her ear. What, really? Ugh, fine.
"I believe I was clear - our purposes." Her tone was equally unhelpful to everyone there - but, calmly, the Renamon walked forward, and reached into her bag, and held two things in her right claw:
A radio set, earpiece and mouthpiece, same as she was wearing, and 50,000 yen - a hair short of $500.00 - held more covertly between two fingers. "Oh-nine-hundred." With that one bit muttered, she gave a nod to the rest of the group: "So, what are we waiting for? Let's get back."
|
|
|
|
Post by Cross on Jun 7, 2018 1:01:30 GMT
For a moment a brief calculating look flashed through the Doctors eyes so fast that with her back turned to the others it was doubtful anyone, but the Renamon in question saw it. Carefully palming the radio and money with all the effected ease of someone who'd long ago became used to living on the streets and concealing what they held in their hands the Doctor narrowed her eyes letting out a hissing sigh between her clenched fangs.
"Fine~" She growled venom dripping from every syllable. "I suppose we were hired only to eliminate the cat." Cassandra spoke, the word 'cat' spat like a curseword as she eyed the Renamon balefully. Glancing down at the Zubamon tucked against her hip watching the whole exchange attentively and hazarding a look over her shoulder to eye the ragged and exhausted forms of K, Dio, and the Orochimon it was clear the Doctor was sizing up whether the group could handle another confrontation.
The way her lips twisted into the barest frown though spoke volumes. No, not they couldn't. Turning back to the Renamon Cassandra let out a soft huff. "I have patients to attend to, but mark my word if this bites us in the ass I will be most displeased." The Doctor growled out, but before she spun on her heels in a nearly imperceptible whispers she added "Oh Nine Hundred. If you make me hunt you down you won't like what happens."
Before she stalked back to the Orochimon her eyes softening at the haggard appearance of the snake and her own team as she motioned for them to get moving. "If we're lucky Wicked may have already been summoned. If we're unlike we've got a short trailmon ride to Fragment village."
|
|
Deleted
Deleted Member
Posts: 0
|
Post by Deleted on Jun 7, 2018 1:15:46 GMT
Distant mumbling, soft whispers and gentle reminders were what brought K out of her unconscious state. She felt horrid; felt groggy and felt like she was splitting at the seams. It was hard to concentrate at the moment and she felt her energy wane a little bit; so much so that her form shifted down yet another step whilst still being carried on dio. The exhausted form of the renamon looking somewhat bedraggled if how her Jesmon had looked like was anything to go by. The damage from that form translated much clearer than in her sangloupmon. The bite on her shoulder; the stab to her hips....
The Renamon let out a soft shaky breath; feeling her mind wander a little bit; she felt herself slipping again but was able to bring herself back for a short time; if only to ask one simple somewhat easy question.
"...Did... We succeed?"
Regardless of the answer the renamon felt herself slipping again and additionally her limp body seemed to be relax a little more in comparison to the Sangloupmon. If anything she was much lighter to Dio at least! A hand slowly came up to her head and she let out a soft groan.
"Because mother will kill me if I'm not home in time for supper... and tonight is stew night..."
|
|
|
|
Post by Carlos Rey on Jun 7, 2018 5:26:33 GMT
Surprisingly, Renamon did actually have a proper answer for all of Carlos' questions, and did not beat around the bush when giving them. Were they valid points? Actually...yes they were, much to his mild annoyance, as he couldn't really come up with anything to rebuke them. And that would have been enough, were it not for the fact she really didn't answer Cas' arguably more important question.
Dio in particular seemed most displeased by such a lacking answer, and considering he was still mostly unscathed and well rested from the fight (at least compared to anyone else) he wouldn't have minded trying to get some answers another way. But alas, they did not have the strenght or the time to spare, so they would have to wait for a better time to get the right answers.
Neither of them even bothered to utter a swear, silently following after Cas. What a way to make an otherwise sweet victory so bittersweet.
Surprisingly, the one that managed to somewhat improve everyone's mood (well...at least Carlos' mood) was K, who made a bit of an odd, yet perfectly fair question of her own.
"We're alive." Dio replied somewhat bluntly, his many eyes giving the fox a quizzical look as she heard K mumbling about her...mother? She really was out of it, wasn't she. And while it was slightly worrying hearing K this delirious, even the usually stoic demon found the fox's words almost...endearing in their sheer confused innocense, so much so it caused a sound suspiciously reminiscent of a chuckle to escape his mouth.
"Rest now. Stew can wait." He reassured, eyes drifting back to Carlos and Cas. "Where to now?"
"Somewhere we're we can get everyone fixed up, I hope." The man shrugged, not entirely too sure himself as he turned to Cas. "If uhm...that's ok with you, Doc."
|
|
|
|
Post by Dr. Mikemon on Jun 8, 2018 2:12:03 GMT
With one bribe and a handful of decent-sounding explanations, it seemed that the group's curiosity was quelled for the moment. Simply giving a nod to Cassandra's whisper, the Renamon tilted her head, leading the group out towards the edge of the forest. Orochimon gave a slight, angered hiss in the fox's direction, but nonetheless followed along with the doctor. Between the NeoDevimon, the Xros'd Renamon, and the Orochimon, none dared to trifle with this wounded group as they made their way out.
And, at the very least, the Renamon proved herself to not be a liar. Once the group returned to Akla, they would find the Cherrymon attempting to converse with the other guard: a Devidramon. As with all of the Xros'd forms, the monster's appearance was unsurprisingly different, with a metallic sheen covering its skin.
"... Not going to get more than two words out of you, am I?"
"That's right." The demon's voice grumbled out, but - oh, thank goodness, the group was back! "Oho! So please, how'd it go?"
"Don't worry, this group managed to handle it. And with that," the Renamon pushed her way past, giving a slight tap on the Devidramon's shoulder, the demon quickly following along with the fox. "Deposit the pay to our account.." With the quick light of a portal appearing and vanishing, that pair was gone, Cherrymon giving a slight shrug and a sigh.
"Anyway. I see ya'll have had the worst of it. Even our snake friend? Ech, I'll make this quick. Truth be told, I shouln't be showing you these, but this cat has been quite a pain, so..."
Yeah, this didn't sound like a scam at all: pulling out a small case, Cherrymon popped it open, and picked up a small stone, set on what looked like a thin, silver string. "Its a Shadow Talisman - said to be from the Core of Darkness itself. Its rarer to come across than it looks - if you would like, you can take one of these rather than a monetary reward. Go ahead, look at them yourself before you decide."
"Well, ain't you all a sight for sore eyes?" Ah, there was at least one familiar voice there, at least for one of them - Wicked! The black-robed Witchmon gave a chuckle, arms crossed as she looked over the group.
"... Er, could have waited for-"
"Could have, should have, don't matter. How's the damage?"
Mission Complete! Thread itself will still go to sort out immediate IC matters, but feel free to exit as you please! |
|
|
