A Bloodmoon Rises... [Sci]

"Oh?" The Wisemon, under his cloak, gave a brief smirk. "My, dear Renamon, it seems that a little motivation is all it takes for you to show your fangs. Still, this might be a bit more problematic should we need more information in the future."

It was a fair assessment, but the Wisemon couldn't help but appreciate K's quick success in all of this. He was close to his goal, and with the power of his time, he could filter out any potential deception K might to press past him. That slight shudder earned a small glance from the Wisemon... but the following question only made him chuckle.

"A day is all I would need to analyze the record. But I need to fill the holes I have in my analysis of you." So how long would that actually take? "One week should be enough. I'll be keeping the book myself, so you'll be more than safe in my care."

That was all there was to it - he simply gave a nod towards K. "Go on, my dear."

"Well, there's no guarantee that they'll keep the records in the same place," the Wisemon mused, resting his chin on his forefinger, "but I must say, I appreciate your resourcefulness in all of this. I wonder what kind of story you'll tell your friends to justify needing such information."

A dry, almost cruel chuckle escaped from the Wisemon's throat at those last words. But the focus wouldn't be there for long. It definitely took the Renamon a few moments to prepare herself, enough for the sorcerer to get in one last quip: "Think of it this way: in my time, you'll be hidden. A lot can change in an investigation over the course of a week. Maybe they'll get another lead... even if I invent one."

It wouldn't be held back forever, though - as K looked upon these pages, she'd be pulled in once more, the time snapping shut behind her. If K did manage a glance, she'd notice something different. The space around her would be blank, the color of offwhite parchment paper - and rather than a maelstrom, there would be nothing but a single quill scratching, the sound radiating against her ear. Slowly, those indecipherable letters would circle out from her back, filling up the space around her.

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Time would be hard to parse together - though this was far less than the initial month that she had spent trapped in the time hundreds of years back. K wouldn't even realize when she was freed, most likely - she would find herself slowly waking up on the soft linen of a couch. That same blood moon radiated through a window, her white fur stained red by the bloom - and on the arm opposite Jesmon's mark, on the back of her unloved hand, she may notice a small black mark, a magical insignia.

"Awake, my dear?"

The Wisemon chuckled, floating in from the doorway - but it was somewhat different in appearance. Unlike the last two times, the mage floated right on forward - and brushed his knuckle right across her shoulder.

He was here - present - the time tied around his side. But with that mark, she'd be unable to raise a finger against him. "Sleep well?"

K's waking confusion was more than understandable: being in a new place, with unfamiliar lighting and branded with a new mark, one would have several questions. As she moved, she would see that the color her fur had taken was nothing more than a trick of the light, cast upon her by the crimson light through the window.

As for Wisemon? Well, he seemed confident enough to be in K's presence. Perhaps instinctively, she'd know that he was well within range of Shutmon's blades or the brutality of CresGarurumon, but any thought or act to harm the sorcerer would fall to a faint noise in the back of her head. "Well, of course there's only one quill - this tome has only had one resident. I should caution that it has been about a day over the week that I had promised. The last, I needed to set this spell in place. Though I must say, this red color suits you quite well."

That trailing hand over her shoulder arched up, a light pat given to K's cheek before he pulled away. "You're in Whitewater, in a quaint little residence that I have rented out. But enough of that - the file you found is more than helpful."

He gave a chuckle, one that rose to a small laugh, as the Wizard circled around. "Something like that... not what I expected, but the scope is far beyond what I expected. K... I need you to get your hands on that one variable."

The Sorcerer smirked, giving his next order:

"The Calumon. Acquire it, bring it to me. I'll see that you are rewarded well for this."

Details were sparse, but the order was clear!

"Oh my, dear Renamon, you must understand that was a time of war." The sorcerer, even at that grave declaration, gave a warm smirk. "So many samey stories were inscribed in the pages of my old time, over and over - until you, I feared that I would find nothing unique." The tone he had spoke of her as a fine catch, even reaching a hand out, gently pressing his fingers into her back, dragging down the shoulderblade.

This was, of course, despite her discomfort. The remark about a safehouse was merely met with a noncommittal shrug from the Wisemon, not really having more to say about the topic. No, his focus was already drawn forward, the Wisemon intent on the goal to come.

"The Calumon has his own will - and should he he under the grip of the Empyrean Skies, I would have already noticed a shift in their structure. At the very least," he mused, "Those in the Science Club must have at least a hint about Calumon's location."

He gave a smile, circling back around to her front. "And, just maybe, you will find the Calumon there. Preferably, I would like the Digimon in tact, but its data is the most important."

A hit - Wisemon was calling for a hit, to steal this Calumon away from what may be its rightful home. "If you have any reservations against it, find a way to discard it. Until this job is done?"

Standing in front, he reached forward, dragging a knuckle upward - from the base of her neck to the tip of her chin.

"It is your only concern, dear. Can you do it?"

Lucky? Wisemon couldn't help but give a short laugh! "Oh, quite lucky. I was definitely pleased to have your story added to my collection, dear fox. Oh, thank you for letting me finish that up, by the way." Drumming his fingers over that fresh tome, K would perhaps understand Wisemon's interest in her... uncomfortable as it may have been. A gem that he had found, rough and unrefined, that had grown brighter and brighter over the years.

His attention toward the fox was already obvious, of course - perhaps the sorcerer already considered her part of his collection. Wisemon looked on in interest as K considered the information presented, seeing that small shudder and brief hesitation in K's frame. It definitely took her a minute to process what it meant - to potentially attack her husband's club to steal the Calumon away - but she eventually relented, and even asked about the reward.

"Oh, dear Renamon: your reward will be anything that I, in my power, can grant to you. Maybe you want to free your assistant from so many years ago? Wealth? An abode for you and your family? So long as you don't challenge the fact that you work for me, not ask for anything for the Calumon's benefit, I will consider it."

It seemed reasonable... but the Wisemon's tone quickly darkened. A small chuckle escaped his throat, as he brought his hand forward, gently wrapping his fingers across the back of her neck.

"Fail this, my dear," he warned, "and you will belong to me."

Oh, if only K knew how right she was, how dog-eared his initial tome was when he discovered just how 'unique' K was. As it stood, that sigh was returned only with a small shrug, a tease just to leave the Renamon a little more on edge.

As for the reward? Well, Wisemon let out a smirk, smiling as K indicated that he already knew what she'd ask. "Do I? Tell me, what's more important - your family now, or a Renamon that might not even remember what it's like to be in the outside world?" K had only been sealed for a month at the longest, so what kind of state would Silver even be in? Heck, maybe Wisemon had already loaded those trapped out of sheer mercy?

That all fell by the wayside, though, as K decided to poke at a very dangerous beast. Why had Wisemon not 'taken' the Renamon yet? "K, you are a rather intelligent businessperson - truly, why would I wait if I had no reason to?" Just to make his point, he shifted that hand over, from around the back of her neck to the front, giving a faint, yet threatening, grip at her throat.

"But even you should know: motivation is much better when you have something to protect, even if artificial." He held that, for a moment, before slowly lowering the hand, soon producing and offering the fox's gloves back to her.

"Do not fail me."

Of course K picked her family - after all, it was her entire motivation for going along with this in the first place. The Wisemon feigned a warm smile, words of similar warmth rolling on out: "Of course, of course. There's no shame in putting them first, dear fox."

Well, first after the 'job', apparently. Once those fingers were wrapped around K's neck, all of the questioning tone left the Renamon's expression. She immediately tried to rationalize against her own question, even theorizing the existence of other servants. Once her answer was heard, the sorcerer gave a nod, pushing the fox away as he moved to offer her the gloves.

"Good... I'm glad you understand." watching her affix those gloves, the Wisemon retrieved her cloak, settling it around her shoulders, running his hands a bit down her arms. "If you focus a little energy into that mark, your fur will turn a fine, dusty red-brown. Maybe that'll be enough to hide yourself." Aside from that, he'd give her one pat on the shoulder...

... And vanish, on the spot.