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The Strongest Fighter [Mission]
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Post by Cross on Jul 20, 2018 9:50:36 GMT
"Clever..." Cloak rumbled out eyeing the blank zone on Zaku's radar though their visual senses would quickly reveal that which the Monitamon had thus far failed to detect without switching to his more advanced sensors. "I wonder how they've managed that." The Dark Knightmo mused keeping close to Cas who eyed the proceeding with flat uninterested eyes though a tension she hadn't even realized was there seemed to bleed from her shoulders. There was a familiarity to this place and despite herself she found her lips twitching into a ghost of a smile though it quickly fell away as she set about assessing their surroundings. While Cloak and Cassandra seemed like naturals Dagger shifted eyeing the area with wariness until his twin elbowed him lightly in the side.
"Hey!" Dagger hissed out shooting his twin a dark look.
"Cease sticking out like a sore thumb." Cloak cautioned in a harsh whisper as the Duramon tried to force himself to relax.
"Yeah yeah." He muttered even as Cas's eyes alighted on the Strabimon some recognition sparking in her gaze as she noted the game in question and then without a word strode forward leaving the twins to their temporary bickering as Zaku noting her movement and stuck close to her heels. It wouldn't be until after the woman had settled down in an open seat laying her credits on the table that they would catch onto where their Tamer had gone.
"Deal me in." The Doctor requested her tone all business as she glanced the other Digimon over with cool blue eyes.
"Of course..." Dagger would sigh as the Duramon gave the party an apologetic glance.
"It would be wise for us to spread out and gather more information." Cloak agreed glancing at the rest of the party even as he kept a half an eye on Cassandra.
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Post by Haru Toriya and Tawna on Jul 20, 2018 17:57:50 GMT
The arena wasn't too hard to find with the coordinates they all had been given, though the locale was certainly... not particularly nice-looking. It had a very seedy look to it that gave it a very dangerous vibe to it. This was like the shady parts of Shibuya, but ten times worse if Haru had to describe it. She knew Old Terminus was pretty crazy, but this was like the worst of everything about Terminus City exaggerated profusely.
"Sure does feel homely, doesn't it?" the Meicrackmon Vicious Mode lightly joked, cracking a slightly-toothy grin as she gazed at their surroundings... the doctor already making a straight line towards a game of Texas Hold-Em. "Doc I never took to be much of a gambler..." she idly commented towards Dagger, rather amused about this new facet of the woman coming to light.
They did need to get to work though... Find a lead or something about this mess. Tawna's go-to gut instinct was definitely pointing her towards the most obvious thing in the area, this Chaos Arena meaning nothing good. "How about goggles and I take to the arena itself? Seems like our number one bet if we wanna really get our hands dirty on finding some info. We'll play nice, but lets group back here if we find anything interesting." the feline spoke, motioning Haru towards where the arena and betting stands were... She was no stranger to violence, and Haru wasn't as much of a pansy anymore.
Worst comes to worst, she'll just have to break someone's legs.
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Post by Dr. Mikemon on Jul 20, 2018 23:50:58 GMT
Well, the plan was soon in place - rough as it was, Cloak's idea to split seemed more-or-less adopted by the rest of the group. Dangerous and sketchy though it may have seemed, staying out in the open - at least relatively - would likely prevent them from running into any real problems.
Poker
As Cassandra took her seat, the two knightly Digimon following, the Strabimon would give a blink in her direction, then towards the bits on the table. "Five-hundred's the buy-in." Not that money meant much around here anyway. Assuming that it was acceptable - a nod or any word of recognition - the Strabimon would pull that bill into the pile, and set forth a number of chips in front of the doctor. The set-up was simple: a scrap of wood had been set up as a makeshift table. The cards they were using was a simple red-backed Bicycle set. Aside from the Strabimon, a DemiDevimon and an Impmon were also at the table, the game already a fair bit in progress - the Impmon sitting at about a ten 'chip' lead from the starting point.
And it was the imp's turn to deal, Cassandra dealt an Ace of Diamonds and a Jack of Clubs off the top. "Gotta say," the Strabimon flicked a 'call' into the pile, "Quite rare that we see any humans 'round here. Ya here to tour, or what?"
The Arena
The betting tables themselves were a seemingly random mess of call-outs and excited screaming - though getting closer, Haru and Tawna would note the radio right on the desk, occasionally calling out a set of numbers or the result of a match. Some would earn jeers from the crowd, others rambunctious cheers - it seemed this lucrative game was far more popular than the scrounged-up game of Poker off to the sides.
But maybe that wouldn't be of interest. It wouldn't be hard to walk into the building itself - heck, there were even signs directing the way to the stands. No-one had to pay for a ticket to attend, unlike the arena on the surface - though as soon as the group surfaced, they'd also see that not just one match was being run.
The flames of a Greymon washed over that of an underfoot Kuwagamon. A Gazimon's claws drew with the nails of a Renamon. A sparking Andromon let off a discharge that shook through the bones of a SkullGreymon. Four separate bouts were running at the same time - each fighters with three or less marks on their arm - and the crowd seemed to be going wild over it.
Should the two come in this far to observe, well, it wouldn't really be possible for someone not to notice Tawna - a Datamon circling around her twice over! "Hmm... and what's one like you doing in the stands, then?" The machine tilted its head, looking right up to those cross-eyes. "Someone like you'd do great at riling up the crowd. Ya interested?"
The Flower
As for Kan? Well, if he was curious about those marks, coming to talk to a fighter might have been the best way to go about it - and aside from the Gazimon, there was one more outside who had a mark on her hand. Should the Silvermon approach, the Lillymon would give a sigh, snuffing out a cigarette against a lamp-post.
"This ought-ta be good." Distrusting from the start, and a rough tone to her voice already, she idly cracked her shoulder. "Name's Leafy. Ya got any business 'round here?"
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Post by Deleted on Jul 21, 2018 0:44:24 GMT
The man felt a little odd with the fact the others already seemed like they had ideas of their own. Kan shook his head a little bit before watching the others go their own ways. The doctor and her twins to the table; where they would probably get dealt in...
He'd stand there for a little longer and dip his head in a nod as tawna figured that they could go through the arena itself. The most direct method of course would often yield the most satisfactory results.
"Sounds like a good idea; I'll see what information and bits I can gain from around this crowd. Don't think pick pockets are going to be a problem for me as I don't have any."
There was a small hint of amusement in his voice as the silvermon made his way through the crowd itself. He had something in mind and one of the easiest ways to get information was just by asking the individual with them.
So yes, he did approach flicking an ear from that sigh. It was surprising to see a plant digimon smoking of all things honestly. So even then he was put out to wash; the distrusting attitude and the rough tone wasn't somewhere where he had hoped to start. He'd quirk a brow and gesture at the marking.
"Kan. Yeah; that I suppose."
He'd tilt his head and jerk a thumb towards the arena with one hand; the other resting firmly on his sword. He wasn't being outwardly hostile or anything; but if someone had that sort of tone to start...
"Figured I'd ask what the deal with the marks are; seems important."
An honest shrug his other hand settling nicely on his hip as he addressed the lillymon. It would do him well to talk less and less about the people that sent him down. As well as finding out what the deal was with these marks... Well. If it came from actually having to fight or something? Kan wasn't above that sort of thing; it would be easier to get into the heart of things.
Cool Down:
Bastion: [2/2]
Holy Lance: [1/2]
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Post by Cross on Jul 23, 2018 11:12:50 GMT
While an old hand at card games the Doctor didn't gamble. She never gambled. Gambling was for those who lacked a decent grasp of statistics and the ability to keep their head under pressure. Something that had long been essential in the woman's career and abilities of which Cassandra held in spades. Numbers after all were in her blood. Perhaps a bit more literally now then it once was.
"I'm more a woman of business than pleasure." The Doc drawled out with the barest shadow of a smile that never reached the cold blue of her eyes as the two Digimon to her right posted the small and big blind. The Tamer herself chose to raise as she glanced down at the Monitamon clinging lightly to her leg where she sat. Fishing out a few bits she passed it to the little mechanical ninja.
"If you would grab me a drink Zaku. Something with a little kick please." The Tamer spoke her voice clipped, a shadow of the softer tones she once used with the little digimon though it was clear she was trying as Zaku took the bits with a nod and darted off into the crowds.
Of course he wasn't actually going to get a drink. Not yet at least. If Cassandra had truly wanted a drink she'd have been much more specific. No, this was his opportunity to gather information with an applicable excuse and without drawing too much attention. Stepping into one of the alleys between vendors the little Monitamon would seem to shimmer out of sight.
Meanwhile with Zaku gone Cassandra would turn her attention back to the match eyeing the flop laid out with a neutral gaze. Looking for all the world like the Yakuza bosses she so often dealt with with Cloak and Dagger looming at her back. Their presence an unspoken threat should things turn violent.
"I'm looking for some skilled and competent fighters for a job. Actually skilled and competent rather than the flashy showboating you see so often at the above ground Colosseum." The Doctor explained as she eyed the cards laid out for the Middle appearing for all the world to be the definition of cold and collected as she added another raise to the betting pool.
"Word on the street has it that this is the place to look." She murmured watching as the last card was laid down before making her combination showing a two of clubs, a three of diamonds, paired with the four of spades, fiver of hearts, and a six of spades.
-In Plain Sight: The Monitamon blends into the background becoming invisible for five turns so long as it does not engage in combat. Cooldown three turns.
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Post by Haru Toriya and Tawna on Jul 23, 2018 17:15:28 GMT
The Chaos Arena up-close was even more intimidating than at a distance... Haru couldn't help but actually sweat slightly as the pair headed into the stands, the Chaos Arena certainly earning its name as several fights were happening at once. It was a complete 180 degree turn from what Infinity Coliseum was like. "One hell of a place this is... Infinity Coliseum looks like a freaking fancy tea party compared." the girl could not help but idly comment, taking care to not get in any other Digimons' way. The roar of the crowd was loud and echoed across the area, almost more so than that of Infinity Coliseum.
"Mmmhmm... Can't deny it has a certain appeal though." the Meicrackmon Vicious Mode chuckled as she cracked a toothy smile, her tail excitably twitching about while her Mini-Meis were idly put. Tawna adopted a curious, but amused look as the Datamon approached them, giving her an interested look. An organizer of this arena? Perfect. "... Do we stand out that much? I'm a touch bit flattered." the demon beast spoke with a cat-like smile, softly cracking one of their knuckles.
Haru realized the opportunity this opened up for them. It would give them a closer look at how this place operated, and maybe then they could start really getting somewhere! She glanced over to Tawna, the Ultimate level giving her a nod. "W-Well, we're just visiting... but I can't deny that this chick here is a madwoman." the girl awkwardly spoke as she gave Tawna a gentle shove (the cat shoving Haru back).
As for Tawna, the Ultimate level flashing the Datamon an impish smile. "If you really want something to get the crowd riled up, you need something or someone flashy. These fighters up right now? Little leaguers compared to what we could do. How many Megas or Super Megas y'all got?"
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Post by Dr. Mikemon on Jul 23, 2018 23:19:07 GMT
The Flower
It seemed this wolf wanted to do a little more than chat. Flicking that cigarette butt off into the darkness of the underground city, the Lillymon rolled her shoulders at Kan's question. Really, that was it? It immediately betrayed that he was an outsider wandering in, the plant returning him a careful glare. "What, this thing?" Looking at the back of her hand, the Lillymon gave a chuckle, shaking her head.
"What do you think? Its a brand, marking us as dogs of the arena, Kan." Her tone was dark, a slight chuckle escaping her throat: "You start with one, and with every loss, another one gets added on. But hey, I'm not the damn sadist who made the rules here." Shrugging it off, the Lillymon simply gave an idle crack of her knuckles.
"So back at ya - what's it matter to you?"
Poker
"Hm? You're more direct then most." Not thinking much of it as the Monitamon walked off, and more-or-less paying idle attention to the game itself, the Strabimon zoned in on Cassandra's words. All it took was the reveal of the four of spades for Strabimon to fold his hand, though the Impmon seemed content to 'call' along with Cassandra's raises, making it a game of two.
As Cassandra laid her offer out, though, the Strabimon gave a short laugh: "You mean, you need fighters 'under the table'. C'mon, we all know why anyone comes down here." The wolf didn't even seem phased by the idea. "But if you've come to find a rough hand or three, you're in the right place. A lot of us are even just looking for an excuse to tan our skin - though, mind, not all of us are welcome on the surface."
The Poker hand itself turned out to be an interesting one: though Cassandra revealed her Ace at the end, the Impmon actually managed to take the pot with a seven-ten offsuit, holding the 'higher' straight with that single card! Still, the Impmon didn't show more than a quick smirk, simply just tapping the chips to her pile.
"Well, shoot, what you got? I'm a little more 'potent' than I'm letting on, right now."
The Arena
Lucky stroke or not, Tawna definitely had the attention of the Datamon - and Haru's claims bolstering her partner's standing stood as a strict positive to this fight broker! "What, you kidding? Forgive me if I'm being too forward, but one can't help but see that you're used to a scrap!" He was playing along with the apparent positivity of the other two, quite literally seeing the tamer and the ultimate 'bounce off' of each-other.
Though, at that second point, the Datamon simply let out a laugh: "Oh, I like your eagerness there, Mei, but s'not that simple! A few of the fighters ya see here are quite capable at their mega levels and beyond, but its not like we can have them tear up the arena more than they already have. Nah, if you want to 'kick it up a notch', you have to prove yourselves on the outer rings first." So, it seemed that Mega and Super Mega was barred from the 'outer ring', via their own few rules?
Still, he'd press on: "But if you're as hot on it as you say you are, it shouldn't take you more than a round or two. Now, how about it? You want to take on some 'little league'?"
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Post by Deleted on Jul 24, 2018 4:11:05 GMT
Kan rubbed his neck a little bit; the careful glare that he got from the plant made it pretty damn obvious that he had a very thin line here. Any interactions with this place he'd have to be careful with; as an outsider here he was on the back-foot.
"Yeah."
The spirit user shifted his stance a little bit; seeming somewhat a little more relaxed. He'd quirk a brow at her rhetorical question as to what he thought the mark would of been. As she provided an answer immediately there wasn't really room for him to throw his speculation in. Her dark tone was met with a soft shrug; dogs of the arena? In probably more than one way. It'd make sense if they did other things other than just fight.
"I suppose that makes sense, would explain the weregarurumon with three of those markings we saw leaving earlier."
A small shrug and the spirit quirked a brow glancing back at the arena as the Lillymon asked him what it mattered to him. Looking down at his hand before back up at the Lillymon he'd crack a small toothy smile.
"I suppose it matters little; past knowing a small bit more about the rules here."
He'd rub his neck thoughtfully before shrugging after a few long moments.
"Best to learn about something the best you can before getting into it. I"m interested in a fight but I'm not about to subject myself to something foolish."
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Post by Cross on Jul 24, 2018 4:16:31 GMT
"Perhaps, but I prefer to think of it as having a healthy respect for my own time and the time of others." Cassandra murmured glancing up at the Strabimon and to her opponent the Impmon with cool interest as the game played out. After all she had so little time now. She'd sacrificed so much. For what? To be left for dead in the snow. Still at the mention of tanning their hides she glanced pointedly at the burned slashes on the Strabimon's arms before arching a questioning brow at the other mon before she spoke once more leaning forward slightly as she did so.
"Fuck. The. Surface." She spoke enunciating every syllable cleanly and clearly her words cold and pointed like a knife to a dart board, a familiar fire sparking in those cold blue eyes that hadn't been there before. Leaving Cloak to stand a little taller at the welcomed sight and his twin to shift slightly unsure if this was a herald of trouble to come.
"I am not some Luminas noble looking to hire you to do my dirty work for me then toss you to the dogs when you're done nor am I going to skulk around like one." Doc explained laying out her cards her voice cold with derision for such beings even as Dagger let out a soft impressed whistle at the Impmon's own hand. Cassandra herself didn't look particularly put out at her loss, instead giving her opponent a shallow nod of respect at a hand well won even as he inquired about the job.
"Standard protection detail. My business partner is looking for a few extra hands to keep people from poking their noses in where they're not wanted. If all goes well you just stand around looking pretty and get paid. If all goes to shit I don't want cowards that will bolt at the first sign of combat or the second things look to not be going in our favor." Cas spoke voice clipped and no-nonsense as she laid out the details of the job or as much of the details as anyone was willing to give before they found out if the other was committed or not.
"I'm looking for those who can keep their head in a fight so no pyschos or rabid dogs as I prefer to play the long game and if needed you may have to tangle with upper level mons. If you do well though you may be kept on on a permanent basis if you're so inclined." The Doctor elaborated stacking her cards neatly and handing them back to the dealer as she rested her chin lightly in her palm regarding the Impmon with cool consideration, but there was interest in her eyes.
"Sound like a job you can handle?" She inquired with a tilt of her head a shadow of an almost smile ghosting over her lips as she tapped two fingers of her free hand to the green cross armband she wore. "In my personal opinion we have excellent healthcare." Her words earning a fond chuckle from the previously silent Dark Knightmon looming behind her.
Meanwhile blending in with his surroundings Zaku slipped through the crowds his camera rolling as her listened and recorded the various gossip around him looking for anything, anyone, or any place of particular interest. Allowing the press of the various mons and their talk to surround and hide him though careful not to get himself stepped on.
In Plain Sight: (Four turns left)
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Post by Haru Toriya and Tawna on Jul 24, 2018 18:49:05 GMT
Haru supposed it was a good thing the pair of them managed to snag the Datamon's attention, especially since it would hopefully give them a better look inside how this arena worked. She only had a few theories as to what was going on here, but hopefully they'll be able to eventually figure out who or what was causing their problems here. She wanted for them to try and stay anonymous about their intentions snooping around here, but they were not going to get a better chance than this! "I guess makes sense... Infinity Coliseum has to hold back on that kinda stuff too." the girl idly mentioned, glancing over to Tawna.
There was a slight bit of disappointment in Tawna's face hearing that the big leagues weren't available to her right now. She knew this was partially just them going undercover, but damn it... she wanted to have fun with it! Oh well, kicking peoples' asses never got dull for her. "Hard bargain you drive there automaton, but fair enough. Hook us up then with some small fry and we'll give these chumps a real show." the Ultimate level flashed a confident smile at the small machine Digimon. "Ya got yourself a fighter."
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Post by Dr. Mikemon on Jul 24, 2018 23:14:52 GMT
The Flower
Kan really wasn't doing himself any favors for 'not looking out of place'. Hearing that bit about the Weregarurumon, Lilly simply raised a brow - was that even a point worth mentioning? Was that a parallel the wolf here had simply drawn now? It was subtle, but it made the Silvermon seem very out of place, considering everything else was going on. Truth be told, careful ears were already likely hearing this conversation.
"I see. You're a simpleton, aren't you?" The tone she gave for that was very matter-of-fact, humming along the thought inside of her head. He spoke about rules, but really, who came here by chance? As he spoke of the arena, the Lillymon simply gave a shrug: "Well, far be it from me to stop you. Just know that it might not go the way you think." The Lillymon would give a nod towards the arena, and start to tap out another cigarette.
However, if Kan should turn around - in fact, the moment he turned around - he might here a sharp whistle in his ears. The Lillymon would have raised her cannon, a potent dart fired for the center of the fox's back.
Such a shame, doll...
Poker
Speaking of strong opinions, Cassandra's remark about the surface was enough to get the Strabimon's attention. Taking just a brief look at his new hand, the canine found himself listening to the strange doctor's words: a hatred for Luminas, a 'reasonable business proposal', and an absolute sense of despise for the structure of the surface.
What she wanted were dedicated fighters, individuals that would both act as a tough face, and dig their claws into the dirt as needed. Honestly, such an offer was tempting... but as it stood, the Strabimon found himself hesitating.
"Sure."
The Impmon's voice, in fact, was the first to break through, earning a quick glance from the Strabimon as the imp pushed away her hand in a quick fold. "Impy? Seriously, you'd-"
"One little slip-up on the surface made you a wanted man, Wolf. Trust me, I was there too - it's a load of shit, but the Arena's all we have now." The Impmon sighed - the hand itself being a boring set of folds that resulted in Cassandra picking up the blinds - and as she shuffled the deck, she simply laid out the facts: "On the surface, your six-two record would have made you famous enough to get a room. But look at us. I'm living off your scraps while you're slowly killing yourself on that murder floor. And don't pretend to hide it, I know your left hand is still busted."
"Tch..." Shaking his head, the Strabimon let out a sigh. Giving a quick look around, his voice dropped to near a whisper. "Fine - handle what's going on here and I'll do whatever you want - but there's eyes everywhere." He tapped the back of his arm: "Those of us like this are either working for the arena, or we're being held by the arena. They frame it as a good way to get income, but they don't tell you the details: that you have to throw matches."
What exactly did he mean by that? "You go on a hot-streak? You get to go in that 'inner circle' - but let me tell you, outside of a rare high-stakes match, I've never seen anyone leave the inner halls. There's 'mons I haven't seen in months, doc. You figure this out - you help bring this whole place down, and I'll help you convince whoever you want."
The Arena
Deceit and mystery aside, it seemed that Tawna and Haru's intended gambit with the Datamon was going exactly as they had planned! It was hardly a 'deal' that the Datamon was offering, but it seemed like Tawna understood it well enough: "Good, good! Now, I trust you've seen a few fighters on the way in already? I'll explain the specifics on the way down. This way, this way!"
Down and down they went, past the ground floor and down to the 'lockers' of the outer arena. Here, things seemed a bit more lively - both older and fresh fighters knocking each-other around at the shoulders. The Datamon would lead the pair right on past the back, to a room the Datamon referred to as 'the office' - though, as it would turn out?
This room was nothing more than a desk, a furnace with hot coals, and a chair. "Ah, yes, this... not exactly a secret, but you can consider this getting your 'skin in the game', quite literally. Not gonna keep it a secret, we'll have to 'mark' you as a fighter of the arena. Nothing much, just one line across a hand or an arm - and if you're good enough, that's all it'll ever be. Keep winning and you'll see the big fights you're lookin' for!"
That was all he was going to give? The Datamon gave a nod towards Tawna, then the chair. It was probably Tawna's last chance to reasonably back out.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 24, 2018 23:44:11 GMT
The comment on being a simpleton made the beasts ear flick a little bit; he didn't really much mind insults but was that really needed? He'd snort softly and simply shake his head; he was being polite and forward about this for the most part. At least trying to leave out the fact that they were paid to come down here and find out what on earth was going on down here to affect the surface.
The silvermon quirked a brow at the idea that she figured that it wouldn't go the way he thought. It brought a honest to god frown onto his face and the man turned just a little bit to look at the arena.
"Most things in life don't go the way we think or plan for. Doesn't change how we go forward."
The man continued to turn about his back facing the lillymon for maybe less than a few seconds; the sharp whistling caught his attention. He was no fool; this was an attack and he was the target. His hand was already on his pommel of his sword so this made it easy. Attacking here would draw attention certainly but if that's how they wanted to play it? His hushed response followed quickly.
"Soul Breaker."
His body twisted and his sword flashed from it's resting place; cutting the dart neatly in two the blade twisting to deflect either half in opposite directions. The small energy trail from the sheathed position was all that was really needed to see that this digimon was a swordsman class at worst. He wasn't carrying this thing just for show after all. There was a soft burning in his eyes; something far deeper and far more malevolent within.
"You want to run that by me again?"
Log:
-Kan used soul breaker to slice the dart in half
Attack:
Soul breaker: Using it's sword this digimon slashes at a target with incredible speed, leaving behind an energy trail to show where it had been. At the end of the following turn the energy returns to the blade that had slashed with it; Damaging anything in it's way with twice the force of the previous slash. Soul breaker may be used once every other post.
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Post by Cross on Jul 25, 2018 1:36:19 GMT
As she took the blind Doc's fingers tightened perceptively on her new hand her eyes not even bothering to glance at the cards as she looked over those at the table around her. They were strangers, but in that moment Cassandra only saw familiar faces. An all too well known desperation lingering carefully hidden within their eyes and with startling clarity the Doctor realized she was angry. It had been a long time since she'd been angry. Not since before the D-reaper. Not since before the accident. After so much pain and fury she hadn't wanted to feel anything at all, but now fury welled up within her veins cold and slick like congealed blood on a knife. She knew this desperation. She'd lived this desperation....and she was furious to see it reflected back at her once again.
"I fold." She murmured soft and low laying her cards down as she listened to the Impmon and Strabimon's banter before she held out her hand to Wolf.
"Give me your left hand." The Doctor spoke the word phrased like a request, but the steel wrapped in velvet tone making it very clear that this was an order. When the Strabimon in question would hand her the digit she'd carefully tug off the glove her eyes narrowed in cold rage at the criss-crossing lines of unhealed data. It looked as though the hand had been crushed, the injury a purposeful and painful one and the fact it had remained untreated...
"You asked me what a human was doing down here." The Doc spoke voice mechanical, but her tone just loud enough to cover up the hushed whispers going on around her. "Actually I'm a scientist and I'm conducting research on older digital injuries for my study. This Arena of course is perfect for that." She spoke up keeping her voice soft, but tone carrying enough that any unwanted ears would easily overhear her little highly plausible excuse as she released the Strabimon's hand for a moment to fish out a datapad from her coat. Typing on it a moment she pulled up the standard patient injury survey.
"I'm offering a free check-up and treatment to anyone who fills out my survey. So if you know of other fighters like yourself that are having trouble. Let them know. I'll be here for the rest of the day or until I meet my information quota." Cassandra explained motioning to the datapad as she set it upon the table and slid it across to the Strabimon. It was of course exactly what it appeared to be. A normal patient injury survey asking about the pain rating, the location and severity of the injury, how was the injury caused, certainly nothing out of the ordinary. Only at the very bottom there was a single blank fillable box labeled 'Is there anything else about your condition you would like us to know?'
"And of course since I am a medical professional any information you give me in your survey will be strictly confidential." She added in a softer tone meant just for their little group as she glanced down at the pad motioning subtly with her eyes for Wolf to take it. She couldn't treat him till afterwards and keep her cover if he didn't play along.
Zaku scampered up atop one of the little pavilions perching at it's apex as his screen scanned the crowd from where he hid blending in with his surroundings. His eyes narrowing in as he spotted the familiar form of Kan and...another Digimon. A less then friendly Digimon. Making sure he was getting this on video Zaku kept recording.
-In Plain Sight: (Three turns Left)
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Post by Haru Toriya and Tawna on Jul 25, 2018 21:06:09 GMT
Things were progressing pretty smoothly with their plans to slip into the arena, at least at a glance. As they were led downstairs, the girl could not help but notice a distinct lack of any humans it seemed like... She would have noticed someone at least by now, but it seemed to be just Digimon down here. "I... I guess you guys don't get many Tamers it seems like. Spirit Wielders?" the girl quietly asked the Datamon, flinching slightly as soon as she recognized their destination.
Oh... this wasn't going to be good, was it?
Tawna merely gazed at the Datamon with a disinterested look, not sharing Haru's look of shock hearing what would need to happen next if they wanted to continue this. "... Seems easy enough. Guess have to find some way to label your fighters." the Meicrackmon Vicious Mode idly commented, not terribly phased by the procedure or its implications.
Haru of course was quick to question such a shady practice, the cross-pupiled girl giving their partner a bewildered look. She was fine with them trying to sneak into the arena, but getting branded to do so? It seemed a bit much. "... You sure about that Tawna? This uh... seems like it'd hurt."
Haru was not too surprised to see Tawna just merely crack a smile, as if scoffing at the question. "Dude, you know me... I used to get branded all the time when I was a Rookie. I can handle one or two more." the feline boasted before giving Datamon a glance. "So before we start... I'm just wanting to know what you mean about it being all I'll need? We've seen a fair share of Digimon with two or three of those brands around, so call it just curiosity." the Ultimate level asked before taking a seat down in the chair... more or less signifying she was ready when given the word.
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Post by Dr. Mikemon on Jul 25, 2018 23:28:53 GMT
The Group
Maybe this Silvermon wasn't such a simpleton after all - though the Lillymon wasn't exactly intimidated by Kan's effort. No, as that blade slashed that dart in half, the two thin needles quickly falling apart into trash data, the plant type simply gave something of an impressed whistle, casually pressing that freshly lit cigarette against her lips.
"Spicy one, aren't you?" She grinned, seemingly ignoring the spirit wielder's comment, flicking a bit of ash away her finger. Her cannon once more took the shape of an arm, the girl stalling slightly for time - though it wouldn't take long for Kan to figure it out. From behind, two more ultimates (a LadyDevimon and a BlueMeramon) encroached in, the three effectively surrounding this single member of the mission.
At that, the Lillymon simply gave a chuckle: "I believe you said something about wanting a fight? Well, the Arena is waiting, doll - I insist that you sign up." These three definitely felt like they had the advantage here, each holding a confident poise as they surrounded the swordsman.
The Deal
Wolf wasn't about to object: offering his left hand, and wincing a bit at the doctor's touch, he'd simply glance away as the doctor viewed the injury. He'd already had to fight with this bad hand once, and considering the nature of the arena, it wouldn't be long before he'd be forced at it again - but what could they do? Cassandra's words quickly worked their way in, a datapad handed over towards the Strabimon's good hand.
An injury report? The Impmon gave a glance over Wolf's arm as Cassandra explained it - most of it looked like a number of 'yes/no' or 'out of ten' questions, but there was something at the end of note. A 'miscellaneous' box? And Cassandra would only give treatment if all of it was filled out?
"Hm? Well, if that's the case, you'd better tell them 'everything', Wolf." As the Impmon shuffled the cards back up, Wolf simply gave a nod, and started tapping away at the screen - explaining both the injuries on his hand, other symptoms, and a very detailed 'other' for the doctor:
Those near the exits, like the Lillymon, are on payroll from the Arena itself. Not on our side, and those marked that do get out are either on the run or looking for more meat.
I'm a 'patient'. Impmon's a patient. The DemiDevimon, the Guilmon, the Palmon are too, but not the Floramon.
Fights aren't what they seem. Anyone who wins flashy or wins three in a row get to go to the 'back' with a roar of the crowd. Don't see them again. Crowds don't know a thing, all they care about's the drugs and bloodshed. With a 'tch', he'd hand that back, unsure if that would come across so well in text. "Well, I'm counting on ya, doc."
The Arena
"Well, truth be told, its just that they don't come down here all that often - though you're more than welcome down here!" Chipper as ever, even considering their destination, the Datamon led them right on into the office. Here, there seemed to be a point of difference - Tawna seemed calm, while Haru second-guessed the whole process.
To that point, the machine kept his focus on the MeiCrackmon: "Oh, good eye! Its a bit of showmanship, is all - everyone's marked once, and for those that would have the misfortune of losing a match, we add another brand of the iron. Don't worry, doesn't get worse as it goes on! And, alright, just let me see your worse arm..."
As Tawna would present her forearm, the Datamon would take a bright red piece of metal and, with affirmation from the MeiCrackmon, press it against the back of her arm - hot enough to even have a slight 'sizzle' radiate from the point. Well, it had to be hot enough to scar an ultimate, even singing through the fur to get right down to the skin! "Eh, a tough one, aren't ya?" Pulling that away, and dropping the pick into a bucket, he'd give a quick pat over Tawna's good shoulder.
"But you actually came at a good time! Head out left, up that first flight of stairs, you'll see the signs for 'Arena 3'. We've already got a match set up for ya - oh, and you?" Giving a glance towards Haru, the Datamon warned: "Off to the sides, and no cards. Tawna, this fight's Ultimate on Ultimate - the fight goes until one 'mon can't get up, taps out, or changes their form. Go on, and put up a good show for us!"
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