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Post by Deleted on Jul 26, 2018 0:33:51 GMT
The wolf man's ear flicked a little bit; the disposition that the Lillymon held wasn't surprising considering the location but it was earnestly frustrating for him. The sword spun around once and returned to it's sheathed position. He wasn't looking for a fight out here; it would be messy and there were too many variables.
"I don't think many people would appreciate someone trying to shoot them in the back. Can you really blame me?"
Kan turned his head to look as two more ultimates arrived. She was just scoping him out then? Or perhaps wanted to see something else strewn out along the floor once his spirit failed him. Three on one would be somewhat rough if he actually wanted to fight; and he didn't want to draw even more attention. There was a soft somewhat wistful sigh and the wolfman shook his head setting his hand on the pommel of his weapon.
"That's right."
The spirit users eyes narrowed a little bit and he'd gesture somewhat lazily at the arena itself. The fact that there were three of them didn't change how he was going to act. Realistically speaking he could probably hold his own for a little bit before they all piled onto him. He'd flash a somewhat toothy smile at the three of them; that soft burning still there and certainly not forgotten.
"By all means then, lead on. As I don't really know where the sign ups are."
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Post by Cross on Jul 26, 2018 2:12:12 GMT
Once the Strabimon hit 'submit' on the survey Cas would let out a soft rough mechanical hum pulling up the file on her D-terminal as she glanced it over with the same casual gaze one would expect of a medical professional. Only sparing a brief glance for the video that had popped up in the corner from Zaku showing her backup being walked away with by one of the very Digimon listed on the "Non-Patient" list. For a moment Cas almost felt like swearing, but the foreign feeling quickly passed replaced once more by calm and cold fury. Fury she could understand.
"Thank you. This survey will be rather helpful for my research. Now then would the rest of you like to fill one out and receive a checkup while I attend to Wolf here?" The Doctor inquired laying the tablet back down on the table once more or either the Impmon or DemiDevimon to fill out while she turned to the Strabimon taking his injured hand once more. Though her fingers were firm the Doc turned the injured digit over with surprising gentleness her hands only trembling minutely as she eyed the injury letting out a hollow sigh.
"You should not have let this go so long without treatment." Cas murmured words clipped as she pulled out her medical kit and set it on her lap clicking it open with a flick of her fingers. If nothing else her time confined to Mikemon's lab had given her little to do, but rest and study. Drawing out disinfectant she carefully cleaned the injury before pricking the Strabimon's hand lightly with a topical anesthesia.
"The wound isn't closing right from being reopened one too many times. If I healed it the fast and dirty way though you'll lose most of the motion in the hand. So we're going to do this the old fashioned way." The Doc explained prodding his palm lightly with her fingers until she no longer seemed to be getting a reaction before she pulled out a packet of sanitized thread and a needle. Willing her limbs to bend to her will and cease their infernal muscle trembles she gripped the needle tight with narrowed angry eyes as it took her two tries to slide it through the eye before threading it. To her relief the wounds were relatively straight enough that after years of practice she could have likely stitched them drunk and blind and while her rows were not as neat as she would have liked they were...serviceable. Slathering a careful mix of ointment over the stitches the Doctor laid down a gauze pad to keep the injury clean before bandaging and immobilizing the hand with a split.
"Keep it clean and dry. The vet wrap is somewhat water and dirt resistant, but don't test it if you can. Avoid using the hand for the next week to two weeks. If I'm still in the area in the next three days I'll check it again and see about speeding up the process safely." Cas stated laying out her Doctor's orders before she glanced over at the Impmon and Demidevimon to see if they had likewise filled out the survey. Glancing down at the terminal she briefly read over Zaku's report. 'More marks added for every loss, winners with a hot streak go to the inner arena, big league matches done extremely rarely.' Which likely meant that going to the 'Inner' arena was the excuse to explain where Digimon disappeared too.
Glancing over his Tamer's should Cloak frowned briefly before carefully smoothing any emotion from his face motioning with his eyes for his twin to do the same as Dagger gave the screen a casual glance resisting the urge to startle at the information displayed there. Typing out a short message to Haru Cas hoped the other Tamer bothered to check her D-terminal notifications regularly.
'Undercover. Do not approach unless I approach first. Kan has been compromised. DO NOT get involved in the Arena fights. If you do throw a fight. DO NOT win three in a row. Those with Hot Streaks go missing. Sincerely X.' Cas typed out hitting send only to pause staring with cold emotionless eyes as the message failed to send. Only a grayed out continues thinking circle in it's place as the D-terminals failed to connect. That...that couldn't be good. Giving in to the urge to sigh the Doc leaned back slightly on her makeshift stool letting her shoulders rest lightly against Cloak's legs as the Dark Knightmon moved forwards to prevent her from toppling over backwards shoulder her balance give out. Letting him glance at the screen from the darkening of the Ultimates eyes it was obvious he'd received the message loud and clear. They were on their own.
'Circle the Arena or find a way in. We either need to make a map of it or steal a map of it. Keep lookout for a Guilmon and Palmon. Avoid Floramon and all other marked digimon till further notice.' Cas sent back to Zaku, the message thankfully sending unlike her previous and his camera feed uninterrupted.
Meanwhile Zaku watched quietly as Kan was escorted away following along at a distance as he sent Cassandra his observations. Pausing at the new orders he decided that perhaps his best bet to sneak in was following right along in the groups footsteps. Hopefully slipping past the guards and into the building behind them where he could scout for a map or let his contractor inside.
-In Plain Sight: (Two more turns)
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Post by Haru Toriya and Tawna on Jul 27, 2018 18:07:10 GMT
It seemed that the brands were both an indicator of individual fighters, but also to show just how frequent one has lost... more brands equaled more match losses. It at least seemed like a simple enough process to Tawna, she giving a slight nod to the machine Digimon as she offered her right arm.
Haru very visibly flinched seeing the red-hot pick, she actually forced to turn away... Good thing too as the sound of the pick burning into Tawna's flesh was accompanied by a nightarish roar from her partner for several seconds, soon dropping to a pained growl as the deed was finished.
Tawna gritted her teeth as she briefly rubbed the still tenderly-burnt part of her arm... the burnt black mark permanently burnt into her flesh. "... Tch. Thats not healing off anytime soon." the Ultimate level spoke, gritting through the pain as she glanced back down to the Ultimate level. "That quick, huh? Well... No prob. I presume anything else though is fair... Whatever the audience likes, ya know?" the feline spoke, figuring that even this place had its own limits.
Haru softly nodded at Datamon's warning, not one to try and actively piss off the arena... this was their best shot yet at getting some actual dirt! "Okay okay, no funny business from me." the girl briefly spoke before glancing over to Tawna. "Lucey and I will head to the stands then... Knock them dead, Tawna! I mean... not literally hopefully."
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Post by Dr. Mikemon on Jul 28, 2018 0:56:15 GMT
The Group
"Of course! Right along this way, hun!" The Lillymon directed forward, and should the Silvermon go along with it, he'd be following the BlueMeramon and the LadyDevimon towards the outer arena, the Lillymon observing and following from behind.
Yes, this was a bit of a tricky spot. If Kan actually meant to sign up, he could very easily just follow along with the other three... but if he wanted to find a way out of this, this was going to be about his only chance. After all, it seemed that everyone here was quite intent for him to simply go along with all of this. But why, surely just another fighter wasn't that important!
The Deal
Treatment so soon? The Strabimon wasn't complaining at that: passing the pad down to the Impmon, the Digimon taking her time to fill it out, Wolf once more offered his hand to the doctor. Those words made him look away: "Trust me, I would have kept this hand rested if I could." He'd already fought with this hand at least twice - hence the heavy damage - but at least the doctor could set it right for the moment. Feeling that needle and string slip through, and that splint set in place, Wolf gave a nod.
"I'll do what I can. Impy, I know you don't fight as much, but be thorough."
"Of course." Sheesh, the Impmon didn't need to be told that - she had more marbles here than anyone else! Tapping away at the bottom, the Impmon would eventually hand that pad over towards Cassandra. That mental thought about a map was perhaps coincidental, as the Impmon's own message contained a detailed description of the schematics of the outer ring: the arena locations, the locker rooms, the branding rooms, and even two administrative offices, on the far sides of the ring. In regards to injuries, she simply gave a flick at her ear, showing a small notch.
"Just a nick. Hasn't hurt in a month."
The Match
Ah, the sound of the first sting! Despite that roar, the Datamon kept the brand in place - expertly so, so that the burn would not spread out more than it needed to. At her comment, the Datamon gave a small chuckle, almost lightheartedly passing it off: "Well of course - if it healed over too easily, we'd have to do it again!"
But soon enough, Tawna would be directed to her match - and should she go along with the path, it wouldn't take her long to get there. Like many other platforms here, she'd find herself directed to, and soon standing on, the edge of an eight-by-eight meter platform, the surface below feeling like a rough concrete - perfect for getting a grip onto. Across the arena, her opponent would soon make herself known: a Crescemon. Bouncing from leg to leg, keeping her stance light, the armored demon wouldn't pull any punches:
As soon as the match started, she threw that bladed weapon from her right hand off to the right, and grabbed the chain it was connected to. Right off the bat, she aimed to try and skewer right through the side of the MeiCrackmon! "Lunar Arc!"
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Post by Deleted on Jul 30, 2018 2:17:03 GMT
The silvermon glanced at where the Lillymon directed. The two other digimon seeming to think he'd go along with it; figuring it'd be best to wait until a proper point to either avoid getting caught or having to fight these three where others couldn't see them... Well he just had to play it patiently.
The spirit user shrugged a little bit and followed after the two; it wasn't as though he had a problem personally with fighting here but he didn't quite think that they needed another fighter so badly unless something nasty was afoot. What was the best way of finding that out anyways?
Well he'd wait until they got into the halls of the coliseum to do something either somewhat foolish or somewhat smart. He'd phase in directly through the wall with a brief somewhat chilling smile directed at the lillymon behind him.
Of course once he was on the other side of the wall he'd take a moment to look around to gauge where he was. Depending on where he was, would probably dictate what he would do next.
Log
Etheral Jaunt: This digimon may ignore terrain and physical objects. Any creature on the same plain may interact with this digimon normally. This may not be used to avoid attacks.
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Post by Cross on Jul 30, 2018 20:04:59 GMT
"I understand. One must do what one must do, but try to keep it immobile for the time being." Cassandra instructed turning her attention to the Impmon even as she glanced down at the survey reading over the much needed description of the layout of the arena to the best of the Digimon's knowledge. Motioning for Impmon to pass the datapad to the Demidevimon Cas scooted forward slightly to take a look at the Impmon's ear.
"That said I will still give you a brief checkup as promised." The Doc explained not wishing to blow her cover as she carefully copied the survey's info over to Zaku to help guide him before taking out her scanner. Giving the Impmon a brief scan and a quick physical check over there was thankfully nothing glaringly wrong with the patient. Thus giving the Demidevimon the time to finish filling out his own survey if he so chose before Cas would move on.
Meanwhile with Kan acting as an unknowing distraction the Monitamon would move to slip inside the Arena doors as the Digimon escorting the man would hopefully be left distracted and in a panic. Scanning the area he would look for an opening to a vent or airduct before scurring inside. Using his small size to hide himself and shimmy through the makeshift tunnels. Before pausing when out of sight to read over the data the Oyabun had sent him.
In Plain Sight: One turn remaining
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Post by Haru Toriya and Tawna on Jul 31, 2018 19:18:54 GMT
Tawna merely returned the Datamon's idle comment about the brand with a brief nod before she was soon led towards where her match would take place, Haru having left to go to the stands. The demon beast raised an eye as she caught a glimpse of her opponent... an armored lapine demon Digimo that was rearing to have a go at her.
Who did this chick think she was? She was the predator here, not them. It wasn't her first time dealing with Lunamon-species Digimon, it wouldn't be the last it seemed.
The Meicrackmon Vicious Mode let out a slight snarl as the bell rang, quick to dive into a quadruped-stance as the Crescemon readied an attack with their Nova Luna, aiming a bladed strike at the female manticore's side... an attack too quick for Tawna to be able to evade, the beast woman knocked off to the side as the blade briefly jabbed into her side, drawing digital blood.
Tawna's nostrils flared as she gritted her teeth from the pain, she letting out a monstrous growl as she managed to regain her footing and grasped her side... a decent size wound left by the attack. "Nice shot." the Ultimate level managed to briefly comment, though there was an odd sincereness to their tone. Of course, they did not hesitate to get back into the action as they soon rushed after the Crescemon... standing back on her hind legs as she raised her right hand forward. "Broken Toy!"
Anyone worth their salt probably would immediately recognize the technique as being NOT something even Meicoomon-species Digimon would come equipped with normally... The Meicrackmon Vicious Mode's hand morphing into a mess of tentacles that dived into Crescemon at close-range in a attempt to stab/bind onto her.
Haru had meanwhile retreated to the stands, and with Lucey coming out of her Digivice in their Lucemon Larva form to accompany her... the two began to watch as the fight broke out. She had of course the highest faith in Tawna to handle this fight, but even she was caught off-guard at Tawna failing to evade the first attack. Guess it was fair... the fighters here were tooth-and-nail tough, an equal match likely for her partner.
Lucey on the otherhand let out a coo of excitement as she watched the two feminine Ultimate levels clash... She knew hanging around these people would lead to some interesting sights. When was the last time she had been a spectator to a fight like this? It felt like a long time, the Mega level giggling somewhat nostalgically as they watched, eager to see how the fight escalated.
Tawna was hit by Lunar Arc, leaving a decent wound in her side. She is retaliating with a close-range Broken Toy, empowering it with Power Siphon.
[PASSIVE]Power Siphon - Meicrackmon is capable of modifying her melee attacks to add a life-steal effect to them, allowing them to steal up to a 40% of the damage they deal, though this carries a cooldown of a turn per use. Additionally, she can regenerate large amounts of damage done to her via loading the data of freshly-deleted foes.
Broken Toy - LOADED - Meicrackmon's hand shifts into a mess of red tentacles that extend out to stab a foe, causing medium damage and binding them as the tendrils wrap around or bury into them, severely minimizing the affected victim’s mobility. Last for three turns, but the victim can break free with enough struggling. (Cooldown: 3 Posts) [[Loaded from Arkadimon]]
Cooldowns:
Power Siphon: 1 Turn
Broken Toy: Waiting
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Post by Dr. Mikemon on Aug 1, 2018 1:17:00 GMT
The Group
The three ultimates were confident enough that they could best the Silvermon in a fight - but what they didn't consider was what the spirit could do otherwise. As rare a species as it was to see, the three weren't aware that he could literally walk through walls... but as Kan took a 90 degree turn, that seemed to be exactly what he intended to do!
"Tch!" Though the other two were too late to notice, the plant type quickly raised her cannon once more - a sleep dart aimed right towards the wolf's side! Should it hit, he'd be left immobilized halfway between the wall - but should he get through? Well, he might find himself in a bit of an awkward situation.
As he had just walked into a locker room, several Digimon of various levels looking right over towards the strange monster, that just appeared out of thin air. He had the moment of surprise, everyone more-or-less too stunned to respond - but if he didn't think quick, he might be swarmed!
The Deal
"Sure, I won't intentionally aggravate it, at least." It seemed that the Poker game had gone long forgotten, Wolf carefully looking to his surroundings as Cassandra cautiously looked towards that nicked ear. Impy herself hadn't been a contender in the Colosseum, and the wound the doctor was examining was remarkably old - at least a year or so, fully healed into its new shape. The DemiDevimon took a glance at the pad - but just what could he add?
Unlike Impy, he wasn't the intellectual type, and unlike Wolf, he wasn't intimate with the arena itself. Instead, all he could offer was a single piece of information, alongside his clean record:
We Outnumber Them.
The Match
Lunar Arc struck home, the hooked anchor landing deep into Tawna's side! But perhaps it was a bit too rough, or perhaps the cat simply moved along with it: it didn't 'latch' as intended, and as such, the Crescemon couldn't help but give an audible 'tch'. Unlike Tawna, who still had enthusiasm, Crescemon was quite jaded to these matches already - shown by the three distinct burn marks she had on that throwing arm.
The crowd roared at the sight of Tawna's blood, and perhaps that had had spurred the MeiCrackmon on. Aggressive as ever, Tawna made a straightforward approach, which the bunny anticipated. Her eyes widened in surprise, however, at the sight of the tendrils moving to bury into her form - her hand had already raised to counter the charge, but not that!
"I-Ice Barrage!" Her other weapon raised, the sound of a repeated crossbow roared out, several sharp icicles moving in a straight, precise pattern, aimed right for Tawna's upper torso - towards the center of the chest. As such, 'Broken Toy's' attack landed harshly, burying deep into the bunny's armor, even stabbing towards the creature underneath! That clearly hurt!
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Post by Deleted on Aug 2, 2018 2:49:40 GMT
The fact that the two in front of him were going to be slow to react to his sudden change wasn't a surprise. They were facing away and the only one that would notice immediately would be the lilymon. So it'd make sense to keep an eye or ear out for what she was going to do.
The sound she made of course only hastened the wolves step; mixed with the sound from the dart it made him desire to get through this physical barrier much more quickly than he was usually comfortable with. Rather than get hit by this dart it'd simply embed itself into the wall. He wasn't looking to get hit by whatever the hell that thing was. If she kept trying to hit with this bloody thing that must mean it's something she's used to using down here... Which just meant she was more practiced with it.
On the other side of the wall he was greeted with an equally as frustrating sight. Hoping that he would of gotten a closet or something the spirit user instead had gotten a locker room with several inhabitants. He hadn't been quiet about his entry nor had he been terribly subtle as he had come straight through the wall. Gritting his teeth rather than give them a chance to react the spirit user instead focused his attention downwards.
When you're in too deep what else is there to do but to go deeper right?
So he did exactly that and would fall through the floor hoping that perhaps there was another room under this one that wasn't inhabited. If not that would be somewhat awkward as he'd have to poke around for a while to figure out where the hell he was in the scope of things. Alternatively he had the option of waiting a bit before resurfacing if it just turned out to be bed rock...
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Post by Cross on Aug 3, 2018 1:45:17 GMT
"I see." Cassandra murmured reviewing the last note before typing a brief summary on her D_terminal.
"Let me know if the summary of Impmon, Demidevimon, and your own injuries looks correct while I check over Demidevimon Wolf." The Doctor ordered as she'd motion for Demidevimon to pass the tablet to Wolf once more. The message appearing briefly on the screen read this. 'Keep the non-patients away from the arena. Distract them if you are able without risking yourselves. Move your young and injured quietly to the outlying sections away from the arena. We want to keep the higher ups from getting reinforcements. I'm heading into the arena. If things get loud feel free to join in.' The Doctors note summarized even as she passed on orders to Monitamon to search for an office with files and information. They needed to learn who was heading this operation.
Monitamon inched forward quietly through the vents. The map description Oyabun had listed an office. Hopefully the files they sought and the information they were looking for was in there. Peering down through the vents Zaku checked to see if the office was empty or there was a computer or file cabinet to go through.
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Post by Haru Toriya and Tawna on Aug 3, 2018 20:09:16 GMT
Tawna is what one may call "a loose cannon". The Meicoomon-species Digimon while had plenty of tools at her disposal, she was the type to get impatient and resort to brute force to get the job done. The Meicrackmon sparked a toothy grin as her hand-turned-tentacles managed to nicely stab into Crescemon... the lapine likely feeling some of their own vitality absorbed as they stabbed into them. Tawna briefly gazed at one of her opponent's arms... it seeming that this chick has been on a bit of a losing streak with three brands on their arm.
She better get ready to get a fourth then.
Tawna realizing the close-range she was in made herself an easy target for what clearly about to be a projectile attack aimed at her. While her Arkadimon tentacles did a good job at hooking into the Crescemon, they were also a liability now... The feline scowled as she was forced to pull back her tentacles out of the Crescemon just to even feasibly attempt a dodge, Tawna diving downward to evade the close-range barrage of icicles. Hoping to perhaps take advantage of the lapine's disorientation, the Meicrackmon's red digizoid claw gauntlets sparked to life with an ominous, black energy... she aiming a slash at the lapine's legs. "Cursed Claw!"
Tawna absorbed a chunk of health from Crescemon with Power Siphon, she ejecting the tendrils out of Crescemon to evade Ice Barrage; following with a Cursed Claw.
Cursed Claw - Meicrackmon extends out her red Digizoid claws from her gauntlets, they glowing with dark, destructive energy as she dashes and attempt to slash at the foe. A successful slice will corrupt the foe's wounds, preventing them from being able to heal damage or status effects off for 3 turns. (Cooldown: 2 Posts)
Cooldowns:
Power Siphon: Ready next turn
Broken Toy: 3 Posts
Cursed Claw: Waiting
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Post by Dr. Mikemon on Aug 3, 2018 23:55:46 GMT
The Basement
Just a bit too quick for the Lillymon! At Kan's sudden 'disappearance', he'd already be able to hear the furor through the walls as the group split up, trying to get their way around to the locker room to try and box them in. With the Silvermon's additional effort of going through the floor, a very confused group of fighters was likely going to have to explain just where he went to those 'escorts'...
... But that mess above wasn't quite his concern right now. Indeed, there was a room beneath the locker - on slipping through, the Silvermon would likely come crashing down on a number of supply crates. A number of empty wooden boxes littered this area, the shape of the basement itself seeming to follow the outer ring of the arena. The walls around here were still dirt, wooden supports cut above this makeshift 'ditch'. Thus, it didn't seem possible to simply 'walk to the middle' from here.
So yes, Kan found a supply room! Though, with the ceiling a good fifteen feet up, and with the wolf having likely stirred up a search party trying to locate him, maybe this wasn't the best place to be.
The Plan
"Yeah, we'll give it a look over." As Cassandra would briefly look over the DemiDevimon, the Strabimon gave a look over that file, Impmon peaking a glance over his arm. Holding it so that they could both take a clear look at the device, the pair gave a nod. "Seems about right..."
Though the Impmon seemed more-or-less okay with it, the Strabimon was a bit stuck on the risk. If this blew up in their face, there was no turning back on it - could they really afford to get involved? If Impy wasn't committed to it already, Wolf likely would have backed out - but as it was, the wolf gave a sigh. "Heavy stuff, isn't it, doc? But it looks right - we'll take care of it."
What life would it have been just to stay in such a place? Even if it was risky, he had to try and move this group forward!
As for Zaku - as per Impy's layout, the administrative office wasn't too hard to locate. Perhaps unsurprisingly, such an underground base went more by a pen-and-paper method. Perhaps Datamon himself was the computer, but in any case, there would be a number of files - detailing the branded, their records, and the like.
Interesting to note - there was no mention of any Digimon here that had four brands or more... but this office, itself, seemed to be more interested in tracking the fighters than anything else.
The Match
At the very least, the Ice Barrage had driven those tendrils out from under her armor, Crescemon spared at least a moment of breathing room to reassess Tawna's approach. The shots themselves were dodged by the cat prowling low, practically tearing forth at the armored lapine at this point. At this range, Tawna might have thought that she could simply tear through the bunny...
... But the demon type's armored feet gave a deft click, the Crescemon stepping off to the right! At that same point, she'd bring her shield, in her left hand, to try and 'screen' the position between herself at the Meicrackmon - before simply bringing the blade down in her right hand against Tawna's back. The movement to the side was simply graceful...
Too graceful to be normal. It was a technique!
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Post by Deleted on Aug 5, 2018 19:51:59 GMT
Okay so the digimon that were in the locker room were shocked enough to what was going on that the spirit was able to just simply phase through the floor without much struggle. If anything he probably had barely enough time to do too much more if he wanted to continue avoiding this group.
So here he was inside of a room; with supply crates and empty wooden boxes all around him. He'd pick himself up from the crates; dusting himself off and making note of the content. The irritating part was that the walls all around here were made out of dirt rather than the stone which meant that this was probably the worst place to be.
So his next step?
Well he needed to find a door that lead out of this place. Or some kind of hatch or something. So he'd have to quickly look about to see if there were any as going towards the center would likely just end up with him in bedrock rather than a proper room....
So he started to follow the curve of the room in order to try to find the proper exit of this place. He doubted that he had the option to do much more than just go down again so if they caught him he'd have to fight them as best he could. At this point he was...
He was the decoy at this point while the others worked wasn't he? A small somewhat exaggerated sigh escaped his lips and the spirit user shook his head. Would of been nice if that lillymon had just let him walk away but no... she had to make this difficult.
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Post by Cross on Aug 6, 2018 1:21:08 GMT
"It is indeed, but still I must be moving on soon. I still have quite a lot of work to attend to. Thank you for taking the time to fill out the survey and for the game." The Doctor murmured glancing down briefly at her D-terminal at the report that scrolled across her screen. Nothing of interest in the administration office, only fighter files, but none with more then four marks.
"You wouldn't happen to by chance know of any digimon with older or more extensive injuries I could study? Someone who has lost perhaps," And she carefully gestured to the back of her hand indicating the marks Strabimon had with four fingers the motion hidden from prying eyes by her coat. "A few more times then yourself?" She inquired with a tilt of her head as she stood carefully covering him from view Cloak and Dagger flanking her to hide the little group briefly from sight if he wanted to type out an answer before she retrieved the datapad.
Meanwhile Zaku carefully slid the files back into place his throat tightening as she scurried back up into the vent. Taking great pains to hide any sign of his own passing even as he feared the Doc's suspicions about this place were appearing to be more and more likely. It looked to be not only an arena, but a harvesting grounds for data and the fighters were the grain before the scythe. Carefully shuffling forward the little Monitamon peered through the various vents looking for any rooms of interest. Anything that could aid the Doctor in learning who was in charge and where to strike. He knew the Oyabun preferred the needle like approach to lancing a problem rather then simply brute force methods.
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Post by Haru Toriya and Tawna on Aug 6, 2018 21:02:10 GMT
If there was one thing Tawna lacked, it was finesse. She relied very heavily on deceit and brute strength to overwhelm foes, and once that advantage was taken away... she admittingly would have a much tougher time fighting back. Tawna a hair bit too slow compared to Crescemon, and quickly paid the consequence of it as her attack is evaded and a sharp blade brought down on her back. The Ultimate level howled at the wound, struggling to pick herself back up against the blade buried into her back... the tendrils on it having a kneejerk-reaction as they swatted at Crescemon with surprising force... an attempt to get them to back off.
The demon beast managed to scramble back up and away from the Ultimate despite the wound leaking data, she actually sparking a malicious grin at the rabbit. The feeling of pain... It made her feel alive. She was here for a purpose of course, but she wanted to win regardless... It was natural for her. The instincts of a predator were tempered to that of a prideful warrior, and losing was an insult by any regards. She WAS stronger than this. "Why don't you dance more for me, bunny..." the cat spoke as she gestured with her hand... multiple Mini-Meis spawning behind the Ultimate level. "Felt Made!" they yelled as the swarm of creature attempt to surround Crescemon to cover as much ground as possible... before promptly detonating in several chaotic blasts.
They'd like to see them dodge THIS unscathed.
Tawna was hit squarely in the back by Lunatic Dance (bleeding now). She has managed to back off, attacking Crescemon with Felt Made.
Felt Made: The Mini-Meis' numbers multiply by the dozens for a turn, being sent forward by Meicrackmon to swarm at foes and self-destruct. Deals multiple bursts of moderate chunks of damage that can be distributed to multiple targets (split evenly), or swarm a single one for a much larger amount of damage. (Cooldown: 3 turns)
Cooldowns:
Broken Toy: 2 Turns
Cursed Claw: 2 Turns
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