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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on May 15, 2018 23:47:31 GMT
If Elliot was going to keep becoming at peace with the Digital World, he was going to need to slay a few more inner demons first. He had gotten over his fear of his own powers, looked more closely into his fear of beast spirits, and with an absolutely intense fight with Iko had even come more to terms with shadowfire. Time and time again, he found himself rising to the occasion where he had faltered in the past. He had to admit that it felt gratifying, but there were still a few more problems he needed to buckle down and deal with. Unfortunately, now he was going to be facing down one of his longest-running bugbears.
Elliot was going back to the Tundra.
Admittedly, when he wasn't being stuck in cave-ins or brawls, the tundra was actually really nice! He grinned as he saw the sun bear down on the snow with enough intensity to make it sparkle, taking a small handful in his hand to see how it felt. Right now it was pillowy and soft, rather than dense or icy, which was a sign that he hadn't wandered too far. Slips could be really bad with his bad leg, so staying over by the gentle boreal forests at the base of the mountain was a smarter idea than going deep into the tundra proper.
He was more bundled up than usual, wearing a thick coat so that he could avoid catching his death out there. Usually he packed a little on the lighter side, but when his mom heard he was going to the land of ice and snow she wasn't budging until he at least had a coat, gloves, a scarf, and a pair of thick boots to call his own. He griped at first, but it was probably half of the reason why this adventure felt so much better than the others. He noted that he'd be owing her one for this later.
Of course, Elliot had a bad tendency to zone out in times of peace, and if this didn't qualify as a time of peace Elliot wasn't sure what would. He sat down against a nearby tree, eyes starting to shut as he began dozing off.
If only he remembered to watch the skies.
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Wren
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Post by Wren on May 16, 2018 0:31:20 GMT
Terabyte Mountain had long become one of Wren's favorite hunting grounds. It's relative closeness to her home and the easy pickings it provided in the way of fat wealthy tourists looking to ski down it's slopes meant it was often an easy source of bits the Harpymon could exploit. So long, that is, as she was careful not to raid it too often and get bounty hunters called down on her head. Still a hold up here and a snatch and grab there meant that when the Spirit user was in need of quick easy pickings the mountain always seemed to provide for her. With her wing still recovering from the fight Aster had been reluctant to let her stray far, but they needed money to survive. So while the Astamon took to hunting bigger game after extracting a promise to be careful from Wren he'd allowed her to take wing with the stipulation she not stray far.
Thankfully it seemed today was not the day the mountain would fail her as far below resting half hidden by a tree the Harpymon spotted the prone form of what looked like a human. Her target having begun to doze unaware of the aerial digimon scoping them out as Wren circled once, twice, three times before she tilted her wings. Dropping into a sharp dive as she stretched her talons out hitting the boy with force enough to knock the wind from his lungs as she moved to snatch him up in her blood red talons her wings driving them both into the air once more.
"Your bits or your life!" Wren snarled showing off her forms sharp little fangs as she hoped her appearance and the long drop below would be enough to intimidate her target into complying.
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on May 16, 2018 1:10:49 GMT
Elliot let out a small, muffled noise of surprise as the aerial Digimon made direct contact with his ribs. Before he knew it he had been snatched away, the ground rapidly vanishing as he was being brought above the treeline. Normally, people likely responded to this by flailing in a panic, but Elliot knew better. He needed to make sure that he didn't drop the two items currently serving as his lifelines. Without his walking stick, he wouldn't be able to walk. Without his Digivice, he wouldn't be able to fight. For that reason, instead of panic, he simply clutched those items close. It was almost as if he was curling himself more inward.
He looked up at the Digimon currently holding him, thinking on her statement. "Is it okay if I say neither?" he asked. "In fact, I think I'd just prefer landing. That might be easier for both of us." It was a totally inane statement to say to a Digimon that was currently in the middle of attacking him, but he needed to buy himself time to assess the situation. He was fairly confident that if the Harpymon made good on her thread to dash him in the rocks below, he could just Digivolve to MagnaAngemon and catch himself first.
The first thing he noticed was that the Digimon was very small by Digimon standards. In fact, she wasn't much bigger than he was. However, Digimon were often smaller than their size indicated, and Elliot wasn't exactly ready to take a chance on this. He kept his finger hovering over the button of his Digivice that helped him Digivolve, fully prepared for a fight if it came down to it.
However, the second thing that he noticed was that the Harpymon was flying in a very particular way. As someone with a limp himself, he knew what favoring a limb was like. His time as MagnaAngemon trained him to look for any and all nonviolent ways of resolving a situation, and this was a pretty big sign that one might have been available. "Wait. Your wing," he said, leaning a little to try and look the Harpymon in the eye. "Are you okay?"
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Wren
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Post by Wren on May 16, 2018 1:24:36 GMT
"Yeah neither isn't really an option here." The Harpymon hissed out struggling to keep them both aloft as she dipped a bit lower over the treeline her bad wing hindering her from reaching her usual altitude. Forcing her to strain to maintain the height she had with gritted teeth when her targets question caught her off guard prompting her to glance down at her captive for the first time. Only to be met with the sight of a rather tall boy close to her own age with wild short brown hair and rather pretty blue eyes. His appearance catching Wren off guard as for a moment the girl's heart stuttered in her chest the Harpymon's face a mask of surprise.
"Wow. You're a lot handsomer up close." She breathed out in shock before her split second distraction cost her as her bad wing clipped an outreaching branch prompting the digimon to release Elliot throwing him clear and leaving the boy to drop the short distance into the thick snow below as the Harpymon crashed becoming snarled in the trees with a piercing cry of pain. Her tail and snowy white feathers snagged on the sticks and branches in her panic, her left wing hanging limp at an awkward angle the limb going fuzzy with damage even as the winged digimon grit her teeth in agony small noises of distress bubbling from her throat as she tried to free herself.
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on May 16, 2018 1:55:22 GMT
Yeah, no. The Harpymon definitely was not okay. She was struggling to fly even worse than it originally seemed like she was before, having apparently reached the limits of her altitude only to strain as she tried to pass it. Even stranger, she ignored that fact to focus on . . . Elliot? Immediately he blushed as the Digimon that kidnapped him now talked about how cute he was, even if confusion at this fact was still shining in his eyes.
He opened his mouth to speak, but was silenced by the sudden feeling of being flung. As if on cue he hit his Digivice, the world around him giving way to white as a cocoon of light surrounded him.
His wings burst out from the back of the cocoon first, followed by MagnaAngemon's sleeved arm dispelled it into fragments of light. Where a handsome boy once stood, now there was a handsome angel, wings flaring out to catch him before he hit the ground. He blinked, his vision reasserting itself as he saw that the Digimon was caught in a tree. "Do not worry. I will get you out," he promised, flying towards her slowly and non-aggressively.
Once he was there, he would gingerly set his hands on the tree branches. Slowly he would feel along their length, looking for the points of contact that they were stuck along. Each time he found one he would start to untangle them, doing his best to avoid any further damage to the Harpymon's wings or tail. "It is okay," he assured her, keeping his voice as soft and gentle as possible. "I promise, I am here for you."
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Post by Wren on May 16, 2018 2:57:33 GMT
Elliot's sudden evolution to MagnaAngemon had the exact opposite reaction of soothing the injured Digimon who now cursed her kindness it tossing the boy clear of the crash. As realizing she was now grounded, trapped, and helpless in the face of a much stronger opponent Wren panicked and was left wishing her enemy had been summarily disabled rather then save by her bleeding heart. Hissing and lashing out with one of her free talons at the winged angel as he drew close the Digimon bristled. Her struggles intensifying even as she seemed intent on single-mindedly mauling him though the fact she was pinned down made most of her strikes relatively easy to dodge though the Harpymon soon grew smart and started targeting the angels robes hoping to hook her talons into the flowing fabric and jerk MagnaAngemon around.
"Stay back!" She snapped out her little fangs clicked together threateningly as Wren tried to puff herself up, but it was clear her fighting was only worsening the condition of her wing and tiring the Harpymon out further. Her breaths coming short and panting from exhaustion and pain. The bright blue of her eyes starting to take on the glassy edge of shock till she was finally too worn out to attack further. Instead she settled for tucking her knees against her belly her feet held out claws pointed threateningly at MangaAngemon from where she was trapped on her back. Looking for all the world like some sort of irate hawk.
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on May 16, 2018 3:23:19 GMT
The Harpymon's strikes may have been easy to dodge, but Elliot didn't expect the reaction she had being aimed at a Digimon that was an avowed pacifist. The first claw lashed right across his face, Elliot putting a finger to the cut to gingerly expect it. A few pixels of stray data floated off of it, but otherwise he seemed fight. "I apologize for startling you," he said. "But I promise you. I mean no harm. Unlike most, this form does not even have armor or weapons." Most MagnaAngemon did indeed have holy armaments and a brilliant purple armor, whereas Elliot was currently wearing little more than robes and a mitre. He hoped pointing this out would ease her, but judging by her constant lashing it was not.
Fortunately, her strikes being furious and predictable in equal measure meant that Elliot could gently lean around them, keeping his dodges slow and obvious so it didn't seem like he was a master combatant plotting his strike. It would probably wound the bandit's ego, of course, but that was the risk you ran when trying to attack someone while literally entangled in branches. With each dodge he approached a little closer, finally hoping to start getting to work on the Harpymon's injuries.
Then she changed up her attack plan, and sunk a talon right into Elliot's robes. Whereas she likely intended to start swinging and throwing him around, the fact was that she didn't have very good leverage in her current position and was currently losing in both size and wingspan. When she thrust her claw to the side something had to give, but it sure as heck wasn't MagnaAngemon.
Instead it was his robe, a part of which tore clean off of his chest. He was exactly as buff as one would expect a Digimon of his stature to be, and his hair billowing down as if to highlight his figure sure as heck didn't help with matters. Elliot looked down at his one exposed pec and bicep, eyes widening a little in surprise at his own tone. Had MagnaAngemon always been this gorgeous?
Maybe it was a good thing it was MagnaAngemon who this happened to. In any other circumstance, Elliot would've probably been a blushing, panicked mess. Instead, all he could muster was the energy to say a brief "Oh," as he looked down. "Well, this is inconvenient." Nevertheless, there was work to be done, so he would go right back to unsnaring the poor Harpymon.
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Post by Wren on May 16, 2018 3:39:54 GMT
The Harpymon froze her eyes going wide in shock and surprise the piece of the MagnaAngemon's robes still snared on her tucked talons fluttering like a banner. Seeming unsure if the way her heart raced was from fear that this angelic digimon would try to destroy and delete her the way so many had tried to kill Aster or if it was the result of his appearance. Though the little winged Digimon was quick to avert her blue eyes her cheeks staining bright red with a blush as she wished one of her wings was free enough for her to shield her face from sight. Instead she remained tangle her irritation showing in the rapid and distressed thrashing of her tail. She all, but trembled in fear as he reached out working his hands along the branches to find the spots where her feathers were snarled. Anytime his finger pads brushed against her form the Harpymon would flinch as if expecting an attack though the assault she feared never came.
"Go away! All you Angels are liars! You claim you wont hurt someone then you gang up on them three to one and try to lynch them!" Harpymon hissed remembering the few times the Angels that had attacked Aster had tried such ploys. One group almost succeeding in luring even Wren out with their gentle and heartfelt sounding promises, but Aster had stopped her and it had been for the best. While they'd managed to avoid the large group of angels a passing Gazimon had not been so lucky. They hadn't been able to warn him in time and to say the Angelic digimon's promises of safety were worthless was an understatement. Salvation for Virus types in their minds could only come from death. The fact Aster had once been one of their own made him a particularly favorite target of Luminas.
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on May 16, 2018 3:55:43 GMT
This Harpymon sure was a strange one. On one hand, she was blushing and stammering just from looking at Elliot. On the other hand, she was ranting about all of the horrible, heinous things that angels had done to people. Talk about being the master of mixed messages. Nevertheless, he worked as diligently as possible, even if he had to slow down due to working with someone who was trembling and flinching.
That said, her ranting seemed somewhat misplaced. "I am not an angel," Elliot reminded her. "I am a human, remember? I am simply borrowing the form and power of an angel who lived long, long ago. And while his thoughts and instincts flow alongside my own, I assure you that I am the one in control today. I can also promise you that he does not have a cruel thought in his mind."
Maybe there were better ways to prove that than talking. He waited until she had been untangled from the branches, then kept a single steady hand on her. "Please, hold still for one second," he said, before a soft golden glow started to pulse through his hands. If Elliot was allowed to touch the Harpymon, she would find the small punctures in her wings and tail were starting to mend themselves.
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Post by Wren on May 16, 2018 4:25:04 GMT
"Humans are just as if not more bloodthirsty." Wren murmured her voice soft and eyes haunted her tone one of experience. Likely ill experience at that as the MangaAngemon managed to free her wings and tail. However as he asked her to hold still Wren lashed out. Having long ago learned that when a stranger asked you to remain stationary you should typically do the exact opposite if you wanted to live long. The golden glow coming from the Spirit Users hands doing nothing to reassure the Harpymon who had only ever associated such gleaming energy with death. Lashing out she aimed to slap her tail across his face giving her enough time to leverage herself up on her good wing and scramble to her feet aiming a Silent Symphony at his chest as the blast of pure sound ripped through the air towards the angel digimon's torso aiming to blast him back.
"If you think I will sit quietly and let you kill and purge me you have another thing coming to you!" She growled out launching herself from the branch to the snow as she landed somewhat awkwardly on her talons having to spread her one good wing to balance herself as she slunk around the trunk of the tree seeking to put some barrier between herself and her would be attacker.
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on May 16, 2018 4:48:30 GMT
"I just wanted a nap," Elliot said, blinking in clear confusion. Somehow he was the bloodthirsty aggressor here, despite being kidnapped and then trying to save his kidnapper. If it wasn't for the fact that the Harpymon was in clear distress, Elliot would have probably long walked away by now. However, his conscience simply couldn't allow that, especially with the lack of mercy that opportunistic predators tended to have for injured Digimon.
With how the Digimon had been lashing out, Elliot was at least prepared for an attack this time. He ducked away from her tail, only to cringe as the wave of pure sound passed right over his head. The physical impact may have missed, but the devastation to his ears was hard to miss. His head rang as if it was a bell, and by the time his focus had returned the Harpymon was already staggering away.
He blinked in confusion as she mentioned killing and purging. Seriously, what was with this bird? "I have not raised a hand from the beginning," he said, confusion and even a tiny bit of hurt apparent through his voice. "I am omly here now because you are quite clearly hurt. Especially for the wings of a flying Digimon, I know that can make it hard to avoid those who wish you harm. I just want to heal you. I promise, again, that is all I wamt."
He landed, keepimg his hands up where the Harpymon could see them. Then he approached cautiously, one step at a time. "I will leave after this," he promised. "You will never have to see me again. But please, just let me look after your wing . . ."
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Post by Wren on May 16, 2018 14:10:24 GMT
The MagnaAngemon was right of course. Wren had attacked him first, but it'd been with the intention to scare him rather then actually hurt him or do him harm. If it had been she would have dropped him and just taken the bits off of his battered form, but she hadn't and had no intention of doing so. Bits weren't worth killing for in her opinion an opinion few Digimon shared with her.
Surprisingly though the Harpymon would not try to flee on foot further afield. Instead she hunkered down her one good wing clutched protectively against her side, her hurt one dragging in the snow as she bristled at the angels approach. Yet approach he did with the winged digimon reluctantly allowing him a little closer. "You did that glowy hands thing they do right before they launch spears of light at you." She muttered distrustfully not entirely believing Elliot, but at least not lashing out at him this time.
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on May 17, 2018 2:41:40 GMT
Elliot frowned sorrowfully as he heard what the Harpymon had to say. Did they really do that? He hadn't seen too much of other angels in the Digital World. Were they really so cruel? He knew they could be a little myopic and short-sighted, but to be so dishonorable? To such a small Digimon? It just didn't seem right. "I am so sorry," he said, lost for any other words to say. "I must admit, I have not seen many other Digimon of this kind before. But I promise, I would never dream of taking advantage of another's pain. In fact, if I had the option I would never fight.
Still, my transformation must have startled you. I am terribly sorry for not realizing. It was insensitive of me." As Elliot spoke he continued his slow, peaceable approach. His hands remained up where the Harpymon could see them, and he even made sure to ease off of the golden glow so that she wouldn't be made less comfortable by its presence. If she ever reacted poorly to his approach he would stop, only continuing again if she settled. Whereas previously his approach may have been a little intimidating, if only due to his nature, now he was taking great pains to make it as Harpymon-friendly as possible.
"I will heal you now. Is this okay?" he asked, after finally approaching close enough for the Harpymon to be within arm's reach. "If you are not comfortable yet, I can wait."
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Post by Wren on May 17, 2018 6:19:02 GMT
The Harpymon eyed Elliot for a long moment a little wary, a little unsure, but his words had rung true and while she still distrusted angelic digimon he was taking great pains to appear harmless. Greater pains then a Digimon or Spirit user intending to do her harm normally would. So with a soft huffing sigh the wind Digimon slowly offered him her injured appendage doing her best to look away praying he wouldn't see the blush tinting her cheek.
"Fine just...just no funny business." She warned sharply keeping her focus on him out of the corner of her eyes even as she attempted to act as though she was unaffected by his actions. By his gentleness. When the warm light of his healing would wash over the limb numbing and soothing away the pain the tension would slowly bleed out of the Harpymon's little frame even as she twitched and tested her fixed wing before tucking it against her side. Seeming to eye Elliot as MagnaAngemon with greater consideration now as she canted her head to one side and regarded him with more open curiosity.
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on May 18, 2018 3:45:43 GMT
Elliot softly took the Harpymon's wing in both of his hands, and the soft golden glow once again surrounded them. In contrast to the harsh, blinding light that spiked out from an avenging angel, this was more of a soft, warm mist. It slowly spread from his hands to the Harpymon's wings, settling over each of her injuries like miniature golden clouds. Where they settled, the injuries and rips in her wings started to mend themselves. Then the injured limb started to settle back into place, the data framework beneath her feathers starting to separate and reform back into its most natural configuration. Any fatigue from her previous attacks on Elliot and attempts at flying was alleviated, and soon she would feel exactly as good as new.
The same couldn't be said for Elliot. Each tear in the Harpymon's wings started to replicate in his own, the MagnaAngemon's plumage hiding the majority of this injury. Nevertheless, a few seemed to slip through the metaphorical cracks. Most evident was the pre-existing injury on his cheek, the one that the Harpymon had caused before. As Elliot healed her it almost seemed to pule, another spurt of data leaking from it. Perhaps then the Harpymon would see the price inherent to MagnaAngemon's healing power: sacrifice.
He tried not to let it show, smiling tiredly as he pulled back from Harpymon. As promised, the second he had finished healing her he put his hands up where she could see them. "See? No funny business," he reiterated. "As promised, I will not trouble you any longer.
Best of luck. And please, even with the healing, keep safe."
With that said, Elliot turned to walk away. He started to focus on finding his center, preparing to shed his angelic form in order to help further comfort the Harpymon. Sure, the limp through the snow would be awful, but he didn't want to cause more panic for the poor thing. Clearly, she had been hurt long enough.
It wasn't like she would stop him, would she?
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