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Trouble with Oyabun [Cas]
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Post by reki on May 16, 2018 14:17:23 GMT
That night, in Udagawa Back Street, a particularly painful sound of someone being beaten up reverberated around an alleyway. Six grown up man sprawled on the floor with different sort of wounds. Some merely beaten black and blue until their cheek swollen, some seem to got broken ribs, another seem to got broken leg, like something strong stomped on it. Crushed guns, like they're crushed with really strong grips scattered about haphazardly. The ground also got some hooves mark on it. But how can that be possible? It's almost like these people are attacked by wild beast.
But instead, what is in the center of that carnage is a teen, although calling him teen might be a stretch, as he's looking no more than a pre-teen. However, what makes him difference was the fact that he's built beyond belief. It's almost like someone gave him steroids to supplement his muscle growth. It's probably the closest explanation as the said boy currently lifting a grown man who probably weight about two hundred pounds by his neck with only one hand, and he's not even straining. The grin on his face seem to show just how messed up he is.
"Kekeke... who thought the Yakuzas using toy guns now? Man, talk about getting worked up for nothing... But that was a really great adrenaline rush."
Nakamura Reki, 13 years old... a 'monster'. Many of the thugs around the area know of the 'monster' of a kid that seem to fight them just for entertainment, then take their money, or their personal belonging, jacket or something else. However, the rumor about him was so blurred that no one really know the identity. Many just saw grinning face, red hair, red eyes, and the world of pain inflicted.
"Wheew... 60 thousand yen? Looks like I got quite the catch today."
These people are armed with several weapons, mostly metal baton, knives and the sort. The boy did not mind the wound inflicted to him with those, but when the gun came out, he had reflexively evolved to his Digimon form. Hah, talk about stupid though, because apparently they're just carrying toy gun. Once he has disposed every single thing of it, he assumed his human form back.
Pity for these people that some of their broken bone is caused by his hooves though.
"Hmph, out of the other you're the heaviest, so I thought you got load of cash with you, looks like I was wrong."
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Post by Cross on May 16, 2018 15:28:27 GMT
The smell of blood and piss was what tipped the Doctor off to trouble even before she turned the corner. Leaving her to nearly stumble over the bodies laying prone on the ground as her eyes darted down to the figure at her feet as the realization that she recognized the thug set in causing Cas to freeze. She hadn't heard any rumors of an upcoming gang clash and all the fallen thugs wore the same markings except...gaze alighting upon the teen, if a creature that muscled could even really be called one, Cas's eyes widened in surprise behind the tinted glasses she wore.
The Doctor herself had forgone her usual disguise and apparel and was instead dressed in simple black cargo pants and a black long sleeved turtleneck paired with black boots and gloves. Her makeup and contacts forgone for a pair of tinted glasses and a medical mask to cover the lower half of her face in a hasty disguise having been roused from her bed feeling like death warmed over as her already high temperature decided to sky rocket. Leaving her shaking with fever sweats and feeling like she was going to be sick only to discover she was out of the good emergency icepacks. Leaving the woman to hastily get dressed and stumble down to the store while her partners slept. She hadn't wanted to worry them. Couldn't worry them with her deteriorating condition.
Yet now here she stood plastic grocery bag in one hand confronted with....with whatever the hell this was and unsure what to make of the scene. Slowly, very slowly she set down her bag crouching to check the pulse of the nearest victim finding it thankfully still beating strong. Her hair spilling down her back in a wild mane of blonde as she brushed it out of her masked face tilting her head to eye the boy. From this angle he could see the burn scars that clawed their way up the left side of her neck peaking out from beneath the collar of her turtleneck and ending just shy of her jawbone. The ragged twisted flesh standing out starkly against her pale skin.
"Might I ask just what the fuck you think you are doing kid?" She drawled out putting up a strong front even as her limbs trembled with sickness and her vision spun.
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Post by reki on May 16, 2018 18:30:21 GMT
Huh, who's this? A bigshot? Reki cannot really pinpoint it, all that matter is that she smelled weird. Foul, weird, like someone who has been altered. It smelled Digimon, yet not quite. Reki has gotten quite good in picking up that sign, mainly because he's half himself. While many of the scientists that dealt with him often see him as a foul being (and he understand, considering he's a human, but not like he gonna take it just like that), this woman is on another completely different level.
"Hee? What, are you their boss or something?" Reki suddenly asked. Scars, huh... burn scars, looks sick. Trying to act strong? Or is that face mask some sort of delinquent girl's face mask? But ain't she too old for any of that sort of shit? Reki decided that he should probably answer her. "Easy, just making life of some guys that make other's life miserable also miserable. See, I'm rotten, they're also rotten. If I punch innocents, I'll only get thousand police trying to get me in juvie or something... but if it's these people, at most i'll be dealing with their boss, right? Or the entire gang? Gotta love 'em, cuz that way I'll get more and more fight. I love it you know? Because only then I felt alive."
Reki tossed the thug he was lifting away like some afterthought. Even though he definitely is very heavy, it doesn't matter to the boy. He's over these small fries. A bigger catch is here. He then pointed at Cas, crazy grin still plastered on his face. "So? Are you their Oyabun? Or are you just some nosy delinquent? If it's the latter then you're seriously 10 years too late, old hag. That sort of thing aren't even in fashion anymore."
Reki grinned wider. His body language showed that he's ready to strike anytime soon. Is he taunting her? Or maybe he's just teasing? No one knew, but those eyes are definitely eyes of predator beast that wanted to play.
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Post by Cross on May 16, 2018 18:52:39 GMT
"Oh f-in great. Course I have the bad luck to get the gdamn headcase." Cas cussed softly as she straightened rising to her feet once more her stance a little unsteady. Reki wouldn't be able to see the wary cut of her eyes behind her glasses even as the woman let out a derisive huff at the kids taunts and jeers his words falling utterly flat as she gave him a rather unimpressed look.
"Right I don't know what kinda of drug they shot you up with kid, but you shouldn't be running around the back alleys picking fights." The Doctor scolded picking up her bag to reach out hooking the plastic handle with surprising calm over the end of a stray broken pipe. Her stance remaining lax and open despite Reki's clearly predatory approach as she eyed up her opponent with a sort of deadly ease that spoke of experience. Only the slight spasming of the fingers on her left hand and the barest sheen of sweat on the womans skin hinting that she was feeling anything other then her best.
"You might get hurt..." She murmured her words as much a threat warning him not to approach her further as they were cautious advice. The Doctor after all did not have size on her side nor was built like a brick shit house like her opponent. She couldn't afford to underestimate her opponents like the thugs with only dirty tricks and experience up her sleeve to back her up. That and the knowledge that if she wasn't quick about things Cloak and Dagger would notice her missing soon enough.
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Post by reki on May 17, 2018 3:41:17 GMT
"I prefer socially rebel," Reki corrected, grin still plastered on his face. "What are you though? You smells strange... and I don't meant vomit." he seem has noticed that the mask now meant not for being a delinquent, but because she's sick. "But more to... how to say...?" he scratched his head, trying to grasp the word, then snapped his finger few moments later as if he got the word. "Yeah, it's that, right?"
"It's like it's naturally disgusting, All of my being told myself to get away from you, but at the same time, it want... want to destroy. Such a repulsive being... ah, but I don't think that's good... yeah, that's not good. I want to know what's up first... then maybe... maybe I can learn what you are, hmn? Eheh... uhehehe..."
Being shot with something? Ah, drugs huh? "It's not drugs. Aren't you the same? That foul smell on you... aren't you like me? Then you should know, right? To toss away your the weak shackles called 'human body limitation' and to evolve? Humans aren't meant to be weak like these trash. Humans are meant to evolve, to improve themselves, to gain even greater power beyond this simple limitation of what we call 'standard'. Yes, to stretch it to the limit while staying 'human'. That's what it means to evolve, right? I can still feel pain, and that is a proof that I'm alive."
A total nutcase perhaps? But the boy himself seem to not mind and instead grinned wider on the threat.
"I might got hurt? Fuhuhuh... huhuhuhu... HAHAHAHAHHA!! THAT'S WHAT I WANT!"
Out of sudden, the boy already charged toward the doctor, fangs bared and punch aimed to the face.
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Post by Cross on May 17, 2018 5:00:39 GMT
The Doctor stiffened slightly as the boy mentioned her scent. Waxing on about how there was something wrong with her. Something abnormal and disgusting. Something that spat in the face of nature and life itself, but as he monologued Cas planned. She'd never been one much for talking during a fight after all. So she sized up her opponent instead watching as the boy hyped himself up further and further with his own bloodlust till he was laughing maniacally at the prospect of combat. Yeah definitely a headcase this one and possibly doped up on gods only know what sort of cocktail or so Cas would like to believe, but his little speech and the kid himself had the Digital Worlds fingerprints all over it.
When he charged the Doctor was ready as adrenaline fast and cold flooded her system. Leaving the woman to straighten from the slight slouch she had been affecting as she squared her stance and shoulders with surprising speed. Her bandaged left palm snapping out like a whip to catch Reki's hand in a vice like grip as she felt the impact shudder through the bio-metal of her arm likely leaving the boy feeling as though he'd just punched a steel wall.
"If it's pain you want..." The Doctor drawled out her tone casual and dangerous as she peered down at the boy. The blue tinted glasses she wore sliding down the bridge of her nose a touch as she stared over the lenses pinning the teen with a bright bloody red gaze her eyes seeming to glow with a crimson light all their own that only seemed to brighten as the black pupils narrowed into demonic slits.
"Then I'd be pleased to oblige you." She growled out as the woman tightened her grip around the boys hand hard enough one could hear the joints in his fist groan before in a blink of an eye she shifted twisting the boys fist backwards as his wrist gave way with the sickening snap of bone and tearing tendons. But Cas wasn't done yet as she suddenly stepped back pulling his arm towards her in a sharp jerk as she twisted at the hips dragging the boy forward with the intention of ripping him off his feet as she pulled the joint of his arm clean out of his socket with a wet pop before she released him.
Canting her head lightly to one side in a gesture both mocking and curious she let the dim light of the neon back alley signs play across the horrific scars on her neck as Cas smiled. The gesture going unseen behind her mask, but making the woman's face light up with a sort of terrifying glee. "I don't believe we're truly anything alike." She stated voice light and cold with false cheer and carefully controlled bloodlust.
"Because you see I am far more dangerous then you could ever dream to be." Cassandra purred out low and dark the sound like the distant rumble of looming thunder of an oncoming storm with all the promise of destruction beautiful and terrifying wrapped up in such a tone. It was the voice of a woman who knew how to drive men mad and bring gods broken to their knees. Perhaps Reki had not been too far from the mark in mistaking her for an Oyabun. For if the boy continued Cas's body language so casual and domineering promised he would learn why one should fear those whom grow old in a lifestyle that killed so many young.
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Post by reki on May 17, 2018 5:39:06 GMT
Huh, what's this? What's this? It's completely hard! It's like punching a steel! He purposely hold himself back to see how strong she is. He don't want to kill, obviously. Killing is easy, meanwhile inflicting pain is an art. Reki's expression changed slightly. The smile turned into inquisitive, musing expression that's sort of complex. But that time frame was enough for him to suddenly felt the pain. AH, THE PAIN! The boy's eyes widened, his pupils turned slitlike from the excitement that's building. This is the first... very first time someone could do that to him! Reki have no idea what to feel at this moment, but the fact that his happiness currently dwarfed his feeling of pain. The feeling of his tendon snapping, the feeling of the pain that came with it... and...
"AAAARRRRGGGGHHH!!"
Yes, the feeling of the socket completely popped, dislocated. The boy at first seem to clutching his bad arm... only for him to grin again. Not just a normal grin, but one that sounded like he have found the sort of enemy he would like to fight with for eternity. The wrist is swollen, but the arm is still salvagable. Reki tackled the bad arm to one of the wall, cracking it, and even let out some debris crumbling down.
The wrist is still not good, but at the very least he has managed to put his arm back in order. The boy nursed his wrist.
"...Keke...hehehe... HAHAHAHAHA, THAT'S THE FIRST, THE VERY FIRST! WHAT ARE YOU!?" the boy asked, but he obviously does not expect an answer. He immediately tore a part of his shirt to make a makeshift support for his nearly torn wrist. If he's right this should heal in... probably about three minutes huh. Now would she know? Or would she just keep attacking?
"...Heh, someone who has seen hell and back huh... I'm surprised that you're still so human looking... You doesn't even smell remotely human anymore..."
Ahhh, this is good. A bit of fear, a bit of hype, and mostly pain. The thing that Reki really likes, and it honestly just made him want to get more and more adrenaline going. "...Riiight, looks like there's no need of me to hold back now eh?"
The boy kicked up one of the intact toy gun up, then kicked it as hard as he can to shatter it, hoping to blind the doctor somewhat. The boy followed up the kick with a low charge, and an uppercut with another arm. If she attempted to try her luck doing the same with his other arm, he'll try to overpower her.
C'mon, show me what you are. Evolve, transform! DO SOMETHING! I NEED TO KNOW WHAT YOU ARE! WHICH ORGANIZATION DO YOU BELONG TO!?
Reki's mind now hellbent to see whether the woman would be a great addition to the organization or not. Test subject... yes, just like him. Maybe she's the key that can improve him after all?
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Post by Cross on May 17, 2018 6:11:44 GMT
"What do you really expect to accomplish with this?" The Doctor asked tone level with a slight tinge of curiosity and disappointment clear in her voice. Not fear. Not anger. Just bored disappointment as if she expected better of him. Even as she lifted her left arm catching most of the shrapnel with it as the little bits of sharp plastic tore into her sleeve and the bandages beneath it revealing the oily slick glint of the bio-metal of her arm through the small holes in the fabric. Even as a few stray shards cut a shallow rivet into her upper right cheek one piece impacting her glasses and cracking the lenses there. Lifting a hand she gripped the frame pulling it from her face as she tossed the accessory aside leaving her bloody crimson glowing red eyes exploded as she regard him with a morbid patronizing sort of interest.
"Are you trying to impress someone? To prove yourself? You are aren't you." She mused stepping cleanly out of range of his upper cut leaning back as his fist passed a mere inch from her nose. For a moment she considered drawing the scalpels from her med kit and driving their blades into the soft vulnerable flesh of his armpit. There wasn't as much bone there and the damage that could be done...but no he might bleed out before she could stabilize him so instead the woman dropped using her slimmer frame to slip between the boys legs as she rolled to her feet behind him. Lashing out with a hard kick aimed at the small of his back she intended to use Reki's momentum and bulkier form against him to send him crashing face first into the brick wall she'd been being rapidly corned against moments before.
"Do you want whoever it is to love you? To be proud of you? Tell me how did you fail them? Do they they think you're just some sort of fuck up?" Cas questioned her taunts aimed to slide like needles beneath the hot headed basket case of a boys skin. The Doctor looking to buy herself time. It wouldn't be long now before Cloak and Dagger noticed her missing and came looking. So long as she could drag the fight out and make some noise it wouldn't be hard for her partners to find her.
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Post by reki on May 17, 2018 6:46:08 GMT
Reki seemed to be more curious about how the doctor looked instead of the question she asked at first. Who could blame him? The more that this goes on, the more that he think they're bird of a feather. After all, what sort of thing that have metal for arm? Or the glowy red eyes? It felt like she's completely not a human at all. Then again, neither is he. His hand strayed off to where his horn is. Yeah... they're both monsters.
"Huh, asking questions now?" he shot back "no, I don't try to prove myself to anyone. In fact, this sort of activity only make my guardian annoyed, but so what? I felt alive like this. Pain, fight, adrenaline... it's the only thing that made me feel like this is my moment. Dodging a bullet by a milimeter, got shot through your arm or your leg... or maybe stabbed on the back. The more pain I felt, the more intense and the more alive I feel. Isn't that so easy to understand? Ah, I guess that's not like so for you, huh? You sounded like someone who got roped in this without your consent? Poor you, but at the very least you should know that we're superior you know?"
He was surprised that she dodged, but he saw this pattern already, mainly because this is how he would act too. The moment he was about to get kicked, he instead turned back and grabbed the doctor my her leg.
"URAAAAAHH!!"
Now with him possibly toppled her considering his built, he proceeded to answer.
"Oh why, now that's not off the mark, except probably he think of me nothing than a successful little guinea pig. See, I never got any parents. HE was the only one care for me, but that's fine, to be honest. He gave me everything, now why don't I present you to him? Maybe he'll see me as something different finally?"
That sneer only widened. Now he's going to attempt to lock her leg and then if he could, he is planning to do the same thing she did to his arm. Break her leg.
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Post by Cross on May 17, 2018 7:20:40 GMT
A low ragged snarl tore it's way from Cas's throat as the...well whatever it was certainly wasn't a kid, maybe a Digimon in a holosuit, managed to catch her leg. Pinning said limb against his side as he pulled forward managing to jerk the Doctor off balance as she fell hands scrabbling for purchase on the stone to kept from being dragged further towards her opponents as she saw him shift his grip preparing to snap her legs as her fingers closed around the hilt of a discarded knife. Snatching it up Cas sent it flying with deadly aim at the boys face hoping to force him to release her in order to block the attack. Giving her time to shift back and roll to her feet putting distance between them if she was successful.
"I doubt he'll ever see you as anything more then a means to an end. How could he when you go about drawing attention and needlessly acting out your temper in little tantrums like this? Bleeding your bloodlust everywhere like a toddler having a fit and wetting the bed." The Woman drawled out from behind her medical mask those cold red eyes boring into Reki's own with a detached sort of disinterest as she motioned towards him with clear derision.
"Look at you. It's pathetic." She taunted tongue like a razor as she picked apart his every flaw with the intention of raking her words across his mind like nails down a blackboard. "You're likely less then a guinea pig to him. Beneath even the normal rank and file dog, but I shan't be the bone you lay at your masters feet." Cassandra taunted though her mind was a whirl with the boys words. Every sentence that spilled from his lips sounding worse and worse and for a moment pity for him shined in her bright ruby eyes.
"I could help you you know. I could save you before you cease being useful to him and find yourself discarded." She murmured her tone gentling and words coming out soft with concern. Mercy wasn't in the D-reapers nature, but Cas knew all too well how to drive a wedge into the cracks of her enemies armor. Sometimes you simply needed to bait them close enough to bring down the hammer upon the spike to split them wide open.
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Post by reki on May 17, 2018 7:45:02 GMT
Whatever she did before, this deadly aim seriously bothered him. She's an experienced fighter, but never he thought she would have such a dead on aim even when she's this sick. The boy was forced to let go, but not without the knife managing to injure him. Fresh red blood slowly tricked from the slash wound on his cheek. It's blood, not data. But in the flipside, the blood quickly clotted, like something of a healing factor kicking in.
"...Hmph, that was a rather close call. Are you seriously sick now I wonder?"
The boy wiped the leftover blood with his thumb. "Hmph, what now? Trying to destroy me mentally? Let me tell you, there's a difference in temper tantrum... and doing it just for kicks. If I really want attention, I wouldn't do it this way. Why should I? I'm just doing this to make me feel alive, to make me feel good. Bone to present? Yes, that's what you are... I'll take you even though I have to get you kicking and screaming all the way there..."
Though, he momentarily stopped. Was that... was that an offer? His mad smile suddenly turned melancholic. "...Heh, look at you, trying to help someone who wanted to capture you... I don't get you. But I guess you won't get me either. I don't care if I have to be a dog for him, or if I have to die for him. He gave me everything, and he was the first one to care for me. He gave me life when the world gave me none. That's why... I don't mind, as long as I'm useful for him."
Reki flexed his fingers. From there, his nails turned into claws. "...Well, then, shall we begin round two?" his maddened smile returned. "I'll bring you to him... and like that, he'll be happy. Even if he won't praise me, even if he won't look at me and just focused on you... if it's for his happiness, then I'll do anything. Come now. Use your modification. You can do that, right? Otherwise this fight won't be fun!"
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Post by Cross on May 17, 2018 8:04:40 GMT
"What would you know of sickness..." Cas snarled even as red tinged her vision her fever forgotten as adrenaline staved off the worst of the effects, but that didn't stop her rising temperature. Should Reki manage to close in on her he'd be able to feel the heat roiling off of her skin that strange scent that was neither human nor digimon smelling more like ozone and raw data clinging to her skin overpowering everything else about her signature.
"Still you cannot honestly care all that much for him if you're out willfully making trouble for him just for kicks." She spoke lifting a hand to casually flick a bit of dirt from her shoulder before slanting her gaze towards him as she arched a quizzical and mocking brow.
"Modifications? Now why would I have or need those? After all I seem to be doing a fine job of kicking your ass all on my own." Cas murmured with a curious and taunting tilt of her head. The blood from the cut on her cheek had begun to well up gradually staining the white medical mask she wore red, but more importantly washing away the thin sheen of makeup on the woman's skin revealing just a tantalizing hint of a blue slash mark across her cheek. A familiar marking to those who knew Digimon well enough to identify the distinctive slash.
"If anything I would suggest you flee before I snap your neck like I snapped your wrist. I'm not opposed to aiding you, but if you think I will just roll over and let you drag me anywhere you have another thing coming to you." She snapped out and Reki was certain to be able to hear the threatening click of fangs behind the woman's mask as she narrowed her eyes at him slowly backing up the way she had come.
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Post by reki on May 17, 2018 8:47:47 GMT
"I dunno, you tell me. Here I thought that fevers could at least make you disorientated," Reki shot back."Nah, this is not trouble for him at all. In fact, he just simply doesn't care? Probably because as long as I'm alive, it's good enough for him? Oh well, whatever, why would I keep telling you everything that I know... Guess I'm a small fry like that."
Now just what is hidden under that mask? Reki wanted to know... but that's the time when suddenly his phone rang. He quickly picked it up and answered. "Yeah, it's me. You want me to pull back old man? ...Huh? What? Huh, kay, that's the first... hehehe, yeah, got it..."
Reki closed his phone and grinned wider. "...Ah, thanks for the jinx. Looks like someone has taken absolute interest on ya..."
The boy whipped out a strange looking Digivice. By this point it would be clear how fucked up his situation is. The Digivice, upon a trigger, produces strange looking protrusion that looked like a syringe. When he stabbed himself with the device, it shattered into data, and soon enough absorbed by his body.
The boy's body suddenly convulsed. His pants consumed by fur, and his torso convulsed as his muscles expanded. From his delts, spikes appear, not unlike one owned by Geo Greymon. His broken wrist snapped itself back in place as his hands enlarged to size like Devimon's. The horn on the sides of his head grows larger and longer until it pretty much hugging the sides of his head. The boy's legs cracked and twisted, until it turned into hooves.
"Kuhuhuhuhu... HAHAHAHA!! NOW SHOW ME YOUR FACE!!"
Reki, now Iramon leaped forward and attempted to pin the woman down. He won't let any metal stops him now. Blaze of fire from his hair melted any leftover knives and scattered weapons. Finally, a direct order! He can't even began just how ecstatic he is!
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Post by Cross on May 17, 2018 9:24:48 GMT
Cas inched back towards her bag moving to grab it and make good her getaway during the kids distraction, but it was too late as the woman watched with eyes growing wide in horror as the boys form twisted and warped. A soft muffled 'how?' falling from her lips as she witnessed what she could only call an utter perversion of spirit evolution occur. Her distraction and horror though would end up costing her leaving her little time to dodge as the monstrosity of a Digimon rammed into her knocking the wind from her lungs as he slammed her back up against the wall next to her bag. The impact leaving the Doctor seeing stars as felt clawed fingertips rip the medical mask from her face.
Revealing the full pale blue slash mark that curved over the right cheek of a rather pretty young woman in her early to mid twenties, her lips pulled back in a grimace of pain showing of flashing white fangs not unlike Reki's own. Scrambling for a weapon any weapon Cas's fingers closed over the bag tearing the cheap plastic as she ripped one of the chemical cool packs from within tearing the the foil container containing said chemical as she flung it at Digimon's eyes hoping to force him to drop her from pain. Should he do so she'd bolt with everything she had for the end of the alley.
"Touch me and I'll rip your throat out." She'd hiss through gritted canines her face beautiful and defiant. Rebellion writ in every inch of her being with her glowing crimson red eyes, bared fangs, and long wild blonde hair spilling down her back like a mane leaving her looking more like some feral avenging goddess then any mortal human woman in that moment.
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Post by reki on May 17, 2018 11:28:18 GMT
"Huh, I see, so that's your face... Got it."
The boy was about to get in one more punch, this time to knock her out. However, before he could suddenly he got sprayed on the face with cooling chemical!
"GAAAAHHH!!"
It was bad enough for the boy to roll around on the ground. Although thanks to his healing factor, and the fact that it's a Digimon, his recovery was quite fast. "Yo...YOU BITCH!!" the flame around him raged on. He's dead serious in wanting to capture her now. He'll carry her back to the base, even if he need to break both her arms and her legs. He would carry her even if he need to put on harness on her mouth.
Iramon's flame grew wilder. His eyes, still teary from the chemical, looked bloodshot red. The irises switched color into flamelike one as insignia of discord appeared on his chest. "TEAR MY THROAT IF YOU DARE!" Reki leaped, landing just behind the doctor, then aimed hooved kick to her metallic arm to kick her back to the inner part of the alleyway. He hoped it would stung, so that she couldn't use that one arm again, then attempted to once again pin her down.
"To think that he only want to see your face. I might be acting a bit out of several miles here to please him, but this should be enough. I'll knock you unconscious and bring you back home... if you hate your condition so much, it would do you better to just stop resisting and let me bring you back home... Maybe they can do something about you, hmnn? Hehahahaha!"
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