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An Urban Nightmare? [Plot Follow-Up]
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Post by darkblade on Aug 14, 2018 4:13:14 GMT
"Alright, I'll bite - what have you gotten us wrapped up in this time, Iko?"
"Oh, c'mon. Not nearly as bad as it looks."
With all the commotion out in Folder Desert - between the Sakkakumon and the emergence of the D-Reaper - it was perhaps not too much of a surprise that the commotion would draw a crowd. At this point, both Luke and Iko had more-or-less pulled away from that makeshift fortress in the distance. The Starmon made it sound like several groups had already taken to it.
Besides, just a few hundred yards outside of the fortress' range, the D-Reaper's field had started to appear. Its manifestation was far different than it was in the Dark Area, however: while that had been the explosive growth of one huge nest, the 'takeover' of Folder Desert was far more tame. Every quarter mile or so, one could find a red patch, with a few Searchers (X) connected to the mass from the cable - and really, that seemed to be the worst of it. Occasionally, silvery patches of what looked to be 'crab grass' sprang up unnaturally from the sand, as well as the appearance of an unpleasant lichen. More than this, though, the D-Reaper had one major difference from the Dark Area:
They weren't attacking. Iko, standing as an Ankomon, stood about three feet from a D-Reaper Scout, looking face-to-face with the creature.
"So, what's it want?" Luke sighed, shaking his head, as Iko gave a shrug. "Its some sort of recon, right?" The wolf, to test this, held out a hand, a small amount of black fire budding out of his palm. The Scout's attention was immediately drawn to this, attention fully put on the unnatural flame. "Right now, it seems their thinking is fairly simple. Observe and learn, maybe?"
"Which would mean..." Luke mulled it over, "That whatever its programmed to destroy, we're not on its list? Huh. Didn't know the apocalypse was picky."
Elliot and Isaac Sunderland Hiroyo Oda
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Aug 17, 2018 1:54:10 GMT
Isaac spread his wings aloft and practically tore away from the Sakkakumon hanging above, his approach so fast that a few dusky purple feathers fluttered down from his wings. His chest started to glow a dull red color, making a sound not entirely unlike that of a hot iron sizzling. He could practically feel power building inside of him, and a crooked grin spread across his face. "It's time to raise some . . . the hell?"
Isaac's original plan was to come out guns blazing, unleashing his chest rockets onto the unsuspecting Reaper hordes below. Little did he know, the hordes were far more unsuspecting than he had imagined. They didn't seem to know Isaac was there. That part was good. They also didn't seem to know that they were supposed to be there, only a few paltry Scouts visible in the mess. There were patches of red that indicated the Reaper's presence, true, but they were few and far between. A scorched earth strategy would've accomplished very little Reaper killing, and a lot of . . . well, earth scorching.
Briefly, Isaac wondered if he should proceed. The idea of wiping out the Reaper, even such a small and currently harmless force, sounded absolutely heavenly right about now. Then he remembered his little talk with Iko, all those Digital World months ago.
The Reaper's entire function was to be a damage control system for the world. And his plan was dangerously close to, you know, damaging the world.
Briefly he considered throwing caution to the wind and assaulting the ground anyway. Perhaps they would end up distracting the Reaper, and while it analyzed, mended, and corrupted the ground beneath it he could sever all of their cords in one fell swoop. Then he realized that was an absolutely idiotic idea. It was way more likely they'd start by purging the threat to the Digital World (namely, him) and start flooding reinforcements out of their pools. But what else could he do? His attack was already primed and ready.
Unless . . .
Isaac turned to Roger, a determined gaze in his eye. "I'm firing. Aiming up high, to avoid scarring the land." he warned. "Can you detonate my shot? If we can line it up right, the sonic boom should tear their cords asunder. And we won't risk busting up the land with a direct hit."
With the plan set, Isaac took a deep breath and launched his Infinite Warhead. Hopefully his assumption wouldn't be a poor one.
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Post by Hiroyo Oda on Aug 20, 2018 3:07:05 GMT
A high whine filled the air as Morgan followed close behind Isaac, his tail a bright wand of bluish-white light. The wind of the real world caressed the Waspmon, slipping past his body like a wall of welcome that then went tumbling when it came in contact with the flare from his jets. This had been missing from that other world, and he felt nothing from it.
The falter in Isaac's voice brought Morgan to a pause in the air near him, his head rotating around to face him. A quick glance at the battlefield had made it clear to Morgan, at least, what was needed to be done. A human and 'mon that could be friend or foe, a grossly organic-like patch of red that had grotesque mannequins tied to it by way of thick umbilical cords. It didn't take the mechanical bug long to decipher the target.
A never before seen entity to match a never before heard name.
If only he knew.
The noisy buzz of his brother's wings filled the air and he rotated his head to view him instead. The bright yellow and pink of the Flymon was easy to spot in these conditions, and with Morgan's magnified vision he could easily zoom in far enough to see just how pale and sweaty Hiroyo had become. Despite her suffering she was still holding on, as he had to.
He could feel the circuitry leading to his tail stinger burning with the force of holding his attack but he continued to hold it. As Isaac was the more experienced the opposing force Morgan was willing to defer to his judgement to an extent. Unless that meant standing to the side as the Spirit Wielder told the short-range fighter to detonate missiles from a source a magnitude stronger.
"Belay that, Roger. I'll detonate the missiles while you put down your passenger." He cut in before his brother could speak. His head rotated back to face the mass of red with the quiet whirr and hiss of pneumatic muscles. It was easily lost below the sound from the bugs' various methods of staying alight. Circles and dotted arcs, equations and data on wind speed and direction all overlaid Morgan's sight. There were many factors to consider in what they were about to attempt and while Morgan mentally mourned having to use his Targeted Aerial Cannon for this purpose, he had to admit it was the best tool in his moveset for the job.
His newly mechanical mind ran the numbers then ran them again. Two targets. One laser. The requested outcome was impossible, wasn't it? He couldn't split this beam in two, and giving it up for his multi-attack was foolish at best, disastrous at worse. Numbers and mini simulations were ran in fractions of a second, all ending in explosions.
Only one that he could see would work, but the factors would have to be just right. The timing worse, but he could count the milliseconds with clockwork precision, could feel the moment time would pass in his gears. His visual display cleared and he hung in the air in readiness.
The Warheads launched.
"Targeted..."
Red circles popped up on them immediately in the Waspmon's view. Numbers of estimated velocity and angle and time until explosion trailed the missiles like second smoke trails in his mind's eye. Another reticle popped up in his vision, placed ahead of the missiles, above the red mass.
"Aerial..."
He waited until the missiles began their downward turn, until they were just about to pass into the third targeting area. Then he fired.
"Cannon!"
A lance of light shot out, aiming for the rightmost missile. He could only hope, could only pray that the early detonation of one missile would trigger the other as well.
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On the ground below Isaac and Morgan, a Flymon landed. His wings beat backwards a final time as he lowered himself to the ground, his eyes trained on the distant target. Hiroyo too was facing forward, her arms tight against the sides of Char's midsection as her fingers twisted themselves into the mat of dark blue fur on Roger's back. Her mouth had dropped open at the missiles and the lance of light.
"It's-it's like water soaking into a towel, spreading further and further." Hiroyo whispered in a quietly awed voice.
"Hah! It's got it's own meatshields is what it looks like." Roger declared. Small crackles of electricity were sparking between the Flymon's antenna and between his wings, but oddly enough they avoided the passengers. There were a physical representation of the eagerness in the bug's voice, the thirst for battle that was barely contained.
His claws dug into the ground and a growl bubbled up from his throat unbidden. "Get off kids, the real fun is about to start."
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Post by Cross on Aug 20, 2018 3:29:23 GMT
Char was not as 'cuddly' as Cassandra had once often said, as his twin Zaku. However even he could feel the fine tremble to Hiroyo's limbs where they were wrapped tight around the red Monitamon's midsection clasping him tightly to her. The human likewise looked rather pale for species, usually a sign of distress for her kind or so he'd learned from watching the Doctor work. Scanning the area with his sensors the little merc eyed the scouts with a mix of outward calm and internal unease.
"Negative. Visual inspection suggests their forms have no abundant means of attack. Lack of response to our arrival indicates that there are merely~" Char began only to pause as the sky was set alight with fire and the air shuddered with an echoing BOOM. "Scouts..." The Monitamon added with a small awkward cough. At least they had avoided damaging the area itself as best they could.
-Uplink: Both Monitamon are capable of linking with Cassandra's D-terminal and each other to send her information and even direct video whether she is in the human or digital world. Allowing her to see through the two digimon's eyes in live time if she wishes. -RADAR: Monitamon scans their surroundings with radar pulses allowing them to detect objects, people, and Digimon as far afield as five miles. The Monitamon may take one post to switch gears allowing it to detect even concealed objects within fifty yards, but to go back to normal Radar it must take another post to change back. However, it gives no other information about their targets beyond their location making it impossible to determine if a ping is a hostile opponent or just someone passing through.
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Post by darkblade on Aug 20, 2018 23:52:39 GMT
"So, seriously, what's the plan here?" After a few more moments of watching the Ankomon more-or-less 'play' with the D-Reaper Scout, the tamer asked that simple question. Taking a brief look around the surrounding area, he gave a sigh. "I mean, they don't seem overly dangerous, but there area a lot of them. Between that and the Sakkakumon-"
"The Sakkakumon's just it." Iko stepped back, the Scout losing interest and idling a moment later. "Right now, Sakkakumon is in its 'fortress' mode - its ability, in the long term, is to copy the techniques of whatever is used inside of the fortress, while developing a heavy resistance to those same techniques. Its largely useless by itself, which is why guardians are usually posted to force those inside to use as many techniques as possible."
"Wait, so that's why you stayed outside?"
"Mhm. If I joined the rest and the Sakkakumon proved hostile, we'd be hard-pressed to find a way to win such a fight. So I'm just saving my energy right now. That said..."
As if on-cue, two missiles were fired up skyward, the Scout's eyes trailed right on their path. With a resounding boom, both explosives detonated in midair, the champion-level wolf covering his tamer from the force. The D-Reaper agents themselves arched down and 'hunkered' against the blast - but overall, didn't seem overly perturbed by such an indirect attack. Sure, some were blown back and made taut by their cables, but the cables themselves did not snap under the pressure!
"... This ought-ta be good." With a nod to his tamer, both Iko and his partner made their way to the source of the missiles...
... To find an insect on the ground, an insect in the sky, and a familiar MetalGreymon lumbering on the sandy hills. Iko was careful not to approach from an untoward angle from the group, as Luke called out: "Yo- wait, Isaac? The heck you doing way out here?"
"Little time for that, I think." Yeah - even if Isaac and the gang hadn't managed much damage to the earth nor the land, that didn't mean they hadn't drawn the ire of the beast. Already, the fields began to stir, much more frightening agents then Scouts making their appearance:
The main attacking unit of the D-Reaper - Pendulum Feet. One already took to the skies, looking down towards Isaac, while another flew in front of and challenged the Waspmon's position - a third looking right down at the Flymon. For the moment, each seemed to be holding a 'still' stance - were they waiting to react?
"Methinks you all may have done a bit too much to say hi, here."
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Aug 24, 2018 0:29:28 GMT
The plan went off flawlessly! Unfortunately, everyone was a little bit too careful in its foundation. While Isaac avoided scarring the land or hurting-
"Iko? Huh, small world,"
-he also ended up doing approximately no damage to the Reaper agents. It was clear that indirect force would be a poor substitute for direct damage here. Isaac wasn't entirely surprised, with how tough the Reaper's agents could be, but he was a little bit disappointed. Maybe if he had directly aimed for the cables, or even the Scouts themselves, he could've done a bit more damage. But such was life.
Pendulum Feet rose to meet the threat, and Isaac was glad that the interruption was at least noted. That meant the Reaper had been rattled, even if not yet immediately hostile. In fact, why wasn't it immediately hostile? Scouts being passive was one thing. They were designed for that. But Pendulum Feet, a bunch of bladed nightmares rigged with explosives? Those were basically hunter-killer drones in Digimon form, not something that'd risk themselves hovering passively in front of an enemy.
The Reaper could have been powerful enough here to risk throwing out its more dangerous agents in a rather casual fashion. However, with how small the patches of red were, that seemed unlikely. Alternatively, they could have been a threat display, not an actual attack. Or . . . maybe the Reaper was trying to say something else?
Isaac kept to his current position, not breaking eye contact with the Pendulum Feet. Everything inside of him screamed to make the first strike, kill it while it was waited, and get a head start on burning the rest of the Reaper patches himself. However, a small bit of thoughtfulness inside of his brain compelled him to hold back. The Reaper was acting strangely out of character compared to his usual experiences with it. Would Isaac really throw away this chance to know thy enemy just so he could kick the beehive and piss it off?
His eyes narrowed suspiciously, and he remained hovering in the air to keep on par with the Pendulum Feet, but the metal panels lining his body compressed into a slightly less aggressive configuration. He tried to think to himself how to talk like a Reaper. Was that even a thing, or did D-Evidramon just tend to leave a bone-chilling feeling down his spine? Nevertheless, he tried to put all of his acting knowledge to the forefront to match the tone of the forsaken spirit's voice.
"What are you doing here?"
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Post by Hiroyo Oda on Aug 25, 2018 13:11:42 GMT
"These guys are looking sharp." Hiroyo groaned as she slid down Roger's side and was assaulted by this horrible, terrible wordplay. The Flymon responsible had his maw open in at way that gave the impression of silent laughter and Hiroyo just knew he didn't feel sorry at all.
"This is a serious situation Roger!" She scolded as she lifted her arms towards Char in an offer to help him down if the little monitor headed 'mon wanted. If not she wouldn't be too offended, at least not at him. She was busy lecturing her bug after all! "Can you please try to at least pretend you feel the gravity of the situation?"
There was a snort and a head toss from Roger that wasn't agreement but it would have to do. Especially since the moment Char and Hiroyo were on the ground the Flymon would immediately take to the skies, pushing off with such force that dust billowed from beneath him. His cackling could be heard clearly over the noise of his wings. Despite the apparent fear on Hiroyo's face he didn't immediately lunge for the D-Reaper, instead veering up to hover next to Morgan in the air.
With a groan Hiroyo palmed her face then looked out over the writhing sea of red. A full body shudder racked her body but it was gone by the time she turned to look at Iko and Luke. Her hands clasped around her digivice behind her back and she couldn't quite suppress a frown at the fact that Roger had just blatantly ditched her with two people they didn't know! It was a pretty good chance these two were friendly based on the familiar way Isaac spoke with him, but that didn't necessarily mean they weren't a threat to her. Still she forced an uneasy grin and hoped they would chalk it up to the circumstances surrounding the red goop and not any ill thoughts about them.
Despite her questions she kept quiet. One could learn a lot by listening, and she hoped that would prove more useful out here than it had in the weird pocket she had just been in.
In the air the twins were conversing after a fashion. They were quiet= as they listened to interplay between Isaac and the 'mon probably known as 'Iko'. Little sparks of electricity leaped from Roger to Morgan with regularity. There were small adjustments of antenna and wing positions, movements of legs that didn't mean much to anyone else, not even their current human. These two knew it well enough that still most of their attention could be on the foes that had risen to greet them.
Abruptly Roger clicked his beak in clear irritation and made a deliberate sideways slide further away from his brother, the sparks of electricity stopped. The silence was broken by Roger's buzzing voice, frustration spilling into his tone. "Hey groundlings! How're we suppose to deal with these guys? It doesn't look like your indirect missiles did much before, these are buzzing puzzle foes are they?"
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Post by darkblade on Aug 26, 2018 0:18:48 GMT
It was a standstill.
A standstill, that neither Isaac, Iko, nor the twins wanted to break, though the tension could definitely be felt in the air. The wolf might have known about the basics of the D-Reaper, but the situation in front of him was something he'd never dealt with before - of the group, only Isaac would've had any experience dealing with this sort of opponent.
Blades for feet, a cloak, and a mask and flight similar to that weird bird... ugh, I can't get a read on how strong this thing is. The size of a Pendulum Feet agent was little more than an average Rookie's, but their stance and numbers seemed almost calculated to their opponents. More chilling than that, though, was their stance: rather than simply try and 'cut and tear' into them, they seemed to take a more careful approach.
"Just what are they trying to do here?" Luke's eyes flicked over, first to the two agents across from the insects, then to the closer one nearer the MetalGreymon.
"Doesn't matter, does it?" Iko growled, fangs brimming: "The D-Reaper isn't something that's alive, just a force generated by circumstance. If we don't cut them down, this place is going to end up just like the Dark Area. Before it spreads, we should cull it while its weak."
Despite this, however, Isaac's question actually yielded a response - one that would likely come across as garbled gibberish to the rest of them. Heck, perhaps even to Isaac's own ears, it would make little sense:
"✡︎□︎◆︎ ❍︎◆︎⬧︎⧫︎ ⬧︎♏︎■︎⬧︎♏︎ ♓︎⧫︎✍︎ ⧫︎♒︎♏︎ ♎︎♋︎❍︎♋︎♑︎♏︎📪︎ ⧫︎♒︎♏︎ ♍︎□︎❒︎❒︎◆︎◻︎⧫︎♓︎□︎■︎ 📫︎ ⧫︎♒︎♏︎ ⬥︎□︎❒︎●︎♎︎ ⬥︎♓︎●︎●︎ ■︎□︎⧫︎ ●︎♋︎⬧︎⧫︎📬︎ 💣︎◆︎⬧︎⧫︎ ❍︎♋︎♓︎■︎⧫︎♋︎♓︎■︎📬︎ 💣︎◆︎⬧︎⧫︎ ♏︎❒︎♋︎⬧︎♏︎ ⧫︎♒︎♏︎ ♏︎❒︎❒︎□︎❒︎⬧︎📬︎"
"Alright, enough of this." Iko gritted his teeth, tensing his fists - a Crescent Blade extending from both of his arms. "Isaac, give us a quick run-down of what we can expect from these. They aren't going to hold position forever!"
No, they weren't! As Iko more-or-less echoed Roger's question, the rather aggressive motion made by the Flymon didn't go unnoticed. As a larger target than the more mobile Flymon, both Pendulum Feet on the insects motioned to approach Morgan, one 'screening' from the side and one holding a position between the twins, mask darting between the two targets Unlike the one conversing with Isaac, these two didn't hold back, once the insect moved into range.
The one at Morgan side gave a 'click', its cloak opening up to reveal a myriad of scythes, hooks, and metal wires. As its cohort pursued, this agent rushed forward towards the lower section of the machine's chassis, intent on wrapping its wires and hooks around that lower sector. Should it manage that much, the creature would latch on with a fierce grip - making it very inconvenient for the Waspmon to try and remove. And should the Flymon want to assist, well, he'd have to get through the Pendulum Feet in front of him!
Pendulum Feet used ? ? ?
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Post by Cross on Aug 26, 2018 10:02:12 GMT
"Watch out!" The little red Monitamon yelled as the D-reapers lunged for Morgan their scythe tipped wires intent on digging into the machine like digimon's chassis. The very appearance of the agents causing a minute shudder to wrack Char's form as he mentally warred with himself whether it was worth trying to switch his sensors from radar to scanner or if the data gained would be too contaminated to risk. Would his contractor even be able to make sense of whatever was found?
"Don't let them drag you into close combat!" Char warned once more a bright red exclamation mark popping up on the little Digimon's screen as he continued to record what he was seeing flagging Cassandra as he did so for tactical advice....
The fact his message remained unanswered by the Doctor suddenly proving far more terrifying then the D-reaper in front of him. If the Doctor was failing to respond it could only mean one of two things. Either she was dead...or someone was close to being so.
The tiny secondary ping from Jegan only proving the Monitamon right the message scrolling before his minds eye. 'In Surgery. Please Stand By.'
-Uplink: Both Monitamon are capable of linking with Cassandra's D-terminal and each other to send her information and even direct video whether she is in the human or digital world. Allowing her to see through the two digimon's eyes in live time if she wishes. -RADAR: Monitamon scans their surroundings with radar pulses allowing them to detect objects, people, and Digimon as far afield as five miles. The Monitamon may take one post to switch gears allowing it to detect even concealed objects within fifty yards, but to go back to normal Radar it must take another post to change back. However, it gives no other information about their targets beyond their location making it impossible to determine if a ping is a hostile opponent or just someone passing through.
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Aug 28, 2018 1:29:38 GMT
Isaac's jaw dropped with what would have been a comical creak in any other situation. The garbled speech of the Pendulum Feet - no, the D-Reaper itself - , almost seemed to be rearranging itself within his brain. Even if the words themselves were nonsense, the meaning behind them was painfully clear. The D-Reaper saw a world fraying at the seams, and it sought to cleanse any source of corruption that stood in the way of that goal. It was easy to think of the Reaper as a cackling villain, or an unthinking pox, but that would have been too easy. No, it was something different, something far more sinister.
It was a zealot for its own cause.
For a second, Isaac wanted to launch onto the offensive. He wanted to end this Pendulum Feet's nonsense with a single slice of his claw, cutting its cord immediately. He wanted to end this potential fight before it could even begin, knowing full well that if he struck first a single blow would be all it took. He heard two of the Pendulum Feet launch towards Hiroyo's Digimon, preparing to engage them in combat. He saw Iko unfolding his blades, ready to end this if Isaac wouldn't. This was what the goal he had set out to accomplish: the annihilation of the Reaper in any form it dared to take, wherever it dared to manifest.
And yet, he hesitated. The entire world could be at stake here. He was one of, what, two people who could possibly understand the Reaper? And the other had long left the group, with Isaac still having no idea how he felt about her. And here he was, facing a Reaper agent that hadn't even turned hostile yet. Even as Iko prepared a literal dagger for its back, and Roger and Morgan dueled its comrades in the sky, it specifically stopped to talk to Isaac. Why? Did it think it was in no danger, despite being flanked? Or did it genuinely want to warn him of something? He grit his teeth furiously as he tried to think, wondering just how much information he could get from pushing his luck.
His tail aimlessly swooshed behind him as he tried to think. However, upon closer examination it wasn't so aimless after all. Whenever it reached his right side, it brushed ever so gently against the servos of his mechanical arm. The first time it might have been a coincidence. The second time, it might have been a trick of the eye. But the third time? It was unmistakable that he was pointing to the wires that held his arm to the rest of his body.
Specifically, one of the red ones.
As he tried to clue Iko in on the Reaper's weakness, he refused to break eye contact with the Pendulum Feet. "And if it isn't stopped?" he asked, genuine curiosity in his voice. "What happens then? Please . . .
❄︎♏︎●︎●︎ ❍︎♏︎ ♒︎□︎⬥︎ ♓︎⧫︎ ♋︎●︎●︎ ♏︎■︎♎︎⬧︎."
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Post by Hiroyo Oda on Sept 1, 2018 1:33:35 GMT
Hiroyo's attention was split and understandably so. Above her the twins: her charges- the 'mons she ostensibly had a responsibility to protect and care for - were arguing with each other in the face of painful doom. She didn't know exactly what they were arguing about, her knowledge was limited to only a few gestures and postures and the newer, bigger bodies were shaped differently enough to throw her off track, but she could tell the tone. It was so stupid, she grit her teeth and closed her hands into fists-one around her digivice. Would it even do her any good to call out to them? To scold them? She didn't think so, so she turned her attention to the ground and the players there.
The wolf-mon knew Isaac and weirdly enough Hiroyo found that to be a comfort. That meant he couldn't be bad right? With the way he and his human partner spoke, it was clear they were against the D-Reaper. Whatever the D-Reaper actually was. The way the bladed-thing spoke- she'd never heard anything like it. At least with other languages it made sense, she could tell it was a language. This just sounded like nonsense.
And suddenly the same seemingly randomized sounds fell from Isaac's mouth. Her head whipped so fast in his direction she could feel her muscles straining from the effort. That was...that had to be what Isaac and the woman were speaking of before. Their connection to the D-Reaper, the twisting mess of flesh Isaac had briefly revealed. Hiroyo couldn't hide a cringe as she stepped away and a little closer towards Iko and Luke.
They at seemed to be sound of mind.
"MORGAN!"
Hiroyo's head snapped up and her heart froze in her chest, her body trembling as she watched the cloaked menace close on Morgan who - wasn't moving why wasn't he moving, move-move-MOVE! - was just hovering in the air. At the last moment he tilted his engines forward and she could hear the loud whine as he kicked the power to high. Twin gouts of flame lashed out at the Pendulum Feet - too late to stop the horrible screeching noise as the monstrosity scored his metallic abdomen but perhaps just in time to engulf the wretch in the fire.
Regardless of whether the Waspmon hit or not he was propelled further away from the cloaked foe by the recoil of his attack. He sped away from the melee-range Monitarmon had warned about: perhaps too late for what he feared and Hiroyo couldn't even guess at.
Hiroyo winced at the hit. Her stomach had sucked back as far as it could out of reflex as if in sympathy pain and she worried. She could feel anger but muted, like the rumble of thunder far off in the distance. It wasn't her own and her eyes immediately swapped to Roger.
The Flymon gave an ear splitting screech as she watched and she clutched the Digivice tighter. Lightning was beginning to dance between his forelimbs and the beating of his wings had become noisy enough for her to hear clearly from the distance. Her breath caught in her throat but she forced her words out.
"Don't go in to melee!"
Too late! The Flymon charged in the air - claws raised as if to tear into the Pendulum Feet. Hiroyo's heart thundered in her chest as the Flymon traded what little altitude it had over the Pendulum Feet for speed in a dive that would surely take him directly into its waiting clutches.
Hiroyo looked away then looked back. Could she live with herself if she didn't watch?
A bare two dozen feet before impact and Roger flung himself upright, flaring his wings and body in a bid to increase his air resistance. A calculated flap of his wings sent a gale full of pink-glittering dust at his Pendulum Feet. With that the angle of his wings changed-from his almost stop in the air he began to slowly gain speed and height as he backwinged himself away and above the cloaked foe.
"HAH! I ain't that stupid!"
Battle Report: Morgan suffered severe scrapes across his abdomen - the blow partially softened by the backwards momentum of Flash Fusion as he used it against the Pendulum Feet. Morgan is still heavily damaged, the blow did more than just scrape his paint job after all!
Flash Fusion - Morgan aims the engines on his shoulders at the enemy and cranks up the output power. This envelops the enemy in a close-range blast of fiery death before the force shoves Morgan back at a high speed. The rapid change in temperature throws off the enemy's balance and causes extreme dizziness. Using this move in rapid succession would cause Morgan's engines to overheat so he must space it carefully.
TLDR: High heat and high damage close-range attack on a single enemy. Dizziness inflicted for 2 turns. Three turn cool down.
Roger got tricky. He attempted to fake out his Pendulum Feet by pretending to bull rush it and pulling up short at the last moment to use Poison Dust.
Poison Dust -- Roger’s wings are coated in fine scales that fall off easily upon contact or by him flapping them with extra force. They’re actually poisonous and upon contact with an enemy the dust cause the opponent’s movements to still for a rather short amount of time and deals small amounts of damage for a little while after. Using this move too many times can seriously harm Roger's flying ability so he doesn't use it often.
TLDR: Immobilizes Champions for 1 turns, Ultimates suffer a 25% speed debuff, Megas a 5% speed debuff. Deals small amounts of damage for 3 turns. 4 turn cool down.
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Post by darkblade on Sept 1, 2018 3:35:32 GMT
In one instant, both Morgan and Roger's stream of attacks washed over their respective target. The scorching flame of Flash Fusion obscured the pursuing Pendulum Feet in a mass of blazing fire as it managed to trade blows, and the pursuing agent chasing after the Flymon was left in a dense cloud of poison, mere feet away from the enemy.
For one moment, everything would seem calm, though the Monitamon's warning would already be proven correct. The lacerations on the Waspmon's lower abdomen didn't leave just a simple cut - the red, caked mass of the D-Reaper painfully set right on the chassis' surface, slowly eating away at the data underneath. It seemed that even coming into contact with the material was dangerous. But what about the return effort? As the smoke and dust cleared, well...
... It would seem that their troubles weren't quite over. From a dark shadow through the fire, the Pendulum Feet chasing Morgan spread out its cloak, casting away the remainder of the debris. Despite its metallic appearance, red welts had built up around its cloak and wires, starting to bubble from the excess heat. It would look more like he had burnt a piece of plastic than actual flesh, but the agent was halted for a moment. Even now, though, it seemed like the bubbles were receding, the tattered cloak quickly regaining a more level appearance.
As for Roger? Well, momentum might have proven him a fool: rather than be slowed by the poison, the Pendulum Feet managed to blast right on through, the poisonous particles dancing right off of that protective cloak! In fact, it was doubtful that the 'creature' even could be poisoned: though Morgan could stop a Pendulum Feet right in its tracks, this poisonous gale would do little more than slow the agent down. Past that small blast of wind, the agent would rush straight up, raising its cloak to brandish a 'sickle', intent on slashing across the insect's midsection!
As for the Single Pendulum Feet on the ground? Well, Isaac was caught right in the D-Reaper's words - rather than respond to Iko, rather than try and break through to the fight around him, the MetalGreymon almost seemed to freeze. Whatever the agent had said had clearly gotten to him in one way or another...
... And the Pendulum Feet responded in kind.
✋︎⧫︎ ♏︎■︎♎︎⬧︎ ♓︎■︎ ♍︎♋︎♍︎□︎◻︎♒︎□︎■︎⍓︎📬︎ ✌︎ ⬥︎□︎❒︎●︎♎︎ ⧫︎□︎❒︎■︎ ♋︎◻︎♋︎❒︎⧫︎ ♌︎⍓︎ ♓︎⧫︎⬧︎ □︎⬥︎■︎ ♏︎❖︎□︎●︎◆︎⧫︎♓︎□︎■︎ ⬥︎♓︎●︎●︎ ♏︎❖︎♏︎■︎⧫︎◆︎♋︎●︎●︎⍓︎ ⧫︎♏︎♋︎❒︎ ♋︎⧫︎ ⧫︎♒︎♏︎ ⬧︎♏︎♋︎❍︎⬧︎✏︎"
The very gesture that Isaac gave was lost to Iko - lost in this maddened scene between two 'speakers' of the language. Luke looked on in shock - without even using the light of his Digivice, Iko's body shone bright, the golden armor of Shaininmon quickly donned on his frame. Like this, he could have easily lashed out at the D-Reaper, at this agent.
But he didn't. With a quarter turn, he gave a growl right towards the MetalGreymon - aiming to swing a powerful right hook, right at the dragon's jaw.
"Wake up, dammit!" Iko's voice roared, pointing towards the sky, towards Morgan and Roger's struggle! "Worry about the small stuff later, and help us out. You're the only one here who has fought them!"
Log:
Pendulum Feet A is regenerating. Pendulum Feet B uses ? ? ?, a straight slash attack aimed towards the Flymon.
Pendulum Feet seem unperturbed by poison or mental effects, though fire seems highly effective.
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Post by Cross on Sept 9, 2018 20:48:42 GMT
Char winced at the ugly slash across the Waspmon's torso. He was no Doctor, but he did have limited access to the Oyabun's files and that was not good. Not good at all! The fact Isaac seemed to be stuck standing still in some sort of conversation with the monster could not bode well either.
"Hiroya you have to tell them to be careful! The Doc or one of her associates can treat D-virus infections, but if Waspmon takes a few more hits like that and we may have to beat him down to treat him! We just need to keep them busy and away from the fortress!" The little Monitamon exclaimed hoping the Tamer could talk some sense into her hot-headed partners. Otherwise if they kept throwing themselves into the D-reaper and it's attacks they'd need to be cut down just like the Reaper. The last thing they wanted was more D-agents running around, the little Monitamon thought before shuddering at the memory of the last D-agent they knew of that the Doctor had on file.
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Sept 12, 2018 2:52:41 GMT
Isaac paled visibly, his putrefied purple flesh almost taking on a gray pallor, as he listened to what the Reaper had to say. The words were garbled messes, yet somehow their meaning was clear as day. As he blinked he could see the foundations of the world crumble before him. As titans emerged, fought, and even dared to exist, their presence caused the ground beneath their feet to shatter, crack, and sink. Data haphazardly shot up through the cracks, rising up in great, billowing clouds before being swallowed up in a sea of ❒︎♏︎♎︎.
This was so easy beforehand. If there was anything Isaac excelled at, it was pursuing his goals with a single-minded devotion. And his were so clear. Step one: get cured. Step two: kiss Maia. Step three: make the Reaper pay for everything it had done. That all went out the window when Isaac realized he could understand the Reaper, and as his resolve shattered all of the worries he pushed to the bottom of his gut started to come crawling right back out. After all, the fate of the world wasn't the only thing at stake. His fate, too, was on the line. If he was already so infected that the Reaper's garbled static became clear to him, did that mean he was beyond repair? What if the data scrubbing procedure, already stated to be a gamble by Mikemon, ended up failing? What if it succeeded all too well, and ended up causing far more harm than aid in the long run? What if it succeeded against all odds, and yet he was still forever warped? Cas' face flashed through his memory, warped on the outside and dead on the inside, and he could only wonder if after all of his hard work that would be the fate awaiting him.
What if all this time he had simply been wasting his own time and energy? Not only could the cure be a fluke, but so too could be the war against the Reaper. It was a program, and apparently a necessary one for the continued existence of the Digital World. In his rage against the machine he could have just ended up contributing to the world's destruction. All so he could get vengeance against what? A pile of pissed strawberry jam? And the fact that the Reaper could be all right along still gnawed at the back of his head, making it all the more tempting to leave this Pendulum Feet alive. It knew more than he did. It was freely sharing that knowledge. It wasn't even hostile. With the battle raging around him, Isaac knew it came down to him or the Agent, but if he could only have a few more minutes . . .
Iko's paw smashed right across Isaac's jaw, snapping him out of his reverie. He shot a furious glare towards Iko, desperately bellowing "✋︎ ■︎♏︎♏︎♎︎ ⧫︎□︎ ⧫︎♒︎♓︎■︎🙵✏︎" As he did so the metal plates on his body began to heat up, starting with a dull red but soon intensifying to nearly white-hot levels. As he roared the air around his body began to distort and shimmer, and he found himself quickly hopping away from Iko so he would be spared the worst of what was to come. Sure enough, all of the heat on Isaac's body discharged in a snap, his white parts quickly cooling back to gunmetal grey. Anything in Isaac's path (including, hopefully, the conspicuous length of cord attached to the Pendulum Feet) would be seared brutally, but so would Isaac's own flesh. Smoke rose from where the cybernetics burrowed under MetalGreymon's skin, and his stance was clearly pained as he regained his bearings.
Nevertheless, with the fight inevitable, Isaac forced himself to take control of the situation. He clenched his jaw and shook his head, and while the haunted look refused to fade from his eye he could at least fake a strong, commanding voice until he could make it. "The wires are what matters. Cut them with blades, burn them to cinders, or mess them up with cold," he said. "Bombs are a crapshot and blunt strikes are wastes of time. Even touching these things is a world of pain, and if they hit you your data gets corroded away, so keep an arm's length and always be dodging.
We're the first line of defense, but far as the Reaper's gonna be concerned, we're also the last. So don't lose your heads, and hold the line!"
If only Isaac could truly believe a word of what he said.
Combat Log: Isaac hops out of arm's length with Iko and tries to flash-fry the Pendulum Feet (cord and all) with a Meltdown. Meltdown: MetalGreymon's armored plating glows as he overclocks his own cybernetic parts, sending a pulse of damaging heat to all within close range. This attack also lightly damages MetalGreymon, each use of the attack hurting more than the last.
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Post by Hiroyo Oda on Sept 16, 2018 0:44:01 GMT
"Wait, like mind control or something?! I'll pass the message on but I don't know if they'll listen to me." Hiroyo turned from Char and took a deep breath, one hand closed around the digivice. She couldn't promise even that the bugs would listen to her, did she really deserve to be here? So much was riding on this and she-
She lifted her hands to cup them around her mouth and yelled. The voice that came after was surprisingly loud and firm for someone so short. "Don't get caught in melee range again Morgan! It can take over your body!"
Her hands fell limply to her sides. She turned to give Char a broad smile that didn't quite reach their eyes. "I'm sure it'll be fine!"
Pain pinged a consistent, irritating beat in Morgan's awareness. The Android hivered,letting his jets and carapace cool a little while he reassessed the situation. Now he understood why others said to stay out of close combat range. That and the additional information, well, the red substance was certainly corrosive but controlling too? Better not to chance it.
He also knew on of the foes' weaknesses and those on the ground were happy to divulge another.
But how to handle this? He had a chance to severely damage one foe, but his brother was primarily a close range combatant, what to do? Roger could try tearing through the wires, but he was occupied.
The wind reached him then and he made up his mind.
He flexed half-remembered mental muscles and reached outside of himself. There it was. Like an old friend who always greeted him warmly, the wind wrapped around him. At first it was gentle: a slight breeze that cooled his engines further. Then as he suck his awareness into it more and more it became more excited. The gentle breeze whipped faster and faster until it sang as it slid across Morgan’s carapace and wrapped around him. He could hear the sharp, high notes it sung. Almost as sharp as the forces the wind would exert on those who entered into it’s reach against him.
But would it be enough? The jets tilted and the Waspmon launched himself into a dive. The good thing about the Pendulum Foot coming near was that it brought its umbilical wire close as well, and it was that wire that Morgan aimed for now. His foe was burned so badly it was hardly moving, the casting away of its cloak had revealed a horrible form (and planted a horrible thought in Morgan’s head) but that was secondary. No matter the form he had to act. To protect, to defend, to remove a threat by cutting the cord so he could turn on the foe facing his brother.
It was such a thick wire, could the wind sever it completely? Or would it merely fray? Even a little progress would be better than none so Morgan threw himself against the wire. Let it foul his wings, let it wrap around his limbs, he could not leave it in one piece! He threw himself at the wire, shoving the cloak of cutting wind against it. This kept him from touching the wire himself..but would it work? How long did he have until the Pendulum Feet regained its ability to move?
He waited, waited for as long as his nerves would hold out then tilted his jets and slipped around and away from the wire as the wind died down. He glanced once at the fight on the ground, then at his foe, then he scanned the skies for his brother. The Flymon would have a hard time if he tried to avoid close range combat completely. How had he fared?
An awful sight greeted his eyes. His brother was falling, twisting in the air.
"Roger!"
This was one of the trickiest fights Roger had been in. At first he had been worried by how close the other bladed jackass had gotten to Morgan, then a conflagration had engulfed the scene and Roger felt free to put his attention solely on his opponent. It was a good thing too because the Pendulum Foot he had tried to paralyze wasn't affected at all.
"Oh that is such a load of sh-!" Roger worked his wings furiously, his stream of cursing halted with the effort. If his last attack had worked like it should then he would have been free to join his brother! As it was he was about to become more intimate with certain sharp implements than he wanted to!
But where momentum had betrayed him maybe gravity could save him.
'Risky move stupid bug, if you paid more attention to your own fights you wouldn't have to do this.'
They were closer to the ground than he would like for this maneuver but maybe that was a good thing. His wings came down in a flap then folded flat against his back. He pulled his legs close to his body and tucked his beak against his chest.
There was a moment where he hung in air and the Pendulum Foot loomed large in his vision: every spec of poisonous powder on its cloak huge and obvious to Roger's eyes.
Then gravity worked its magic and he began to fall.
The blades of the Pendulum Foot missed by millimeters, slicing easily through the air over Roger's head. He could hear screams from those who knew him best, then the wind passing over his carapace muffled all other sounds.
'Easy part done, now for the tricky bit.'
Roger didn't want to fall far, just enough to take him beyond the easy reach of corrupting metal blades. It was to his benefit now that he was not a pinnacle of aerodynamic design even with everything tucked in. It slowed his fall a minuscule amount, but that might just be enough to keep him from tearing his wings to shreds.
He started by forcing his head up. It was hard to keep a stiff neck against the force of the wind blowing against him but somehow he managed. The world and sky were spiralling around in a dizzying spiral. He stretched a leg out, then a foreclaw, then unfurled his wings partway. Wind caught them easily and hard/i], and he could hear the ripping as it tore at the edges and tried to yank his wings straight off.
’Not today. I am not done with those yet!’
With a surge of effort he managed to hold his wings out straight. His fall was still a fall but now it had steadied, had stabilized so that he no longer tumbled like a leaf tossed about in the wind. Pain lanced through his back and he could feel himself losing control as his jagged wing edges ripped further. The ground was rushing to meet him now. If he didn’t succeed he never would again.
The falling turned into a controlled glide and Roger titled his wings so the wind would bring him within reach of the Pendulum Foot’s cord. Loud crackling filled the air as he pulled the spark from within and gave it permission to run rampant on his foreclaws. Sparks leaped from claw to claw as Roger reached out and attempted to cleave through the cord from either side.
"Message heard Mr. Speaks-in-Tongues!"
COMBAT LOG Morgan took advantage of Pendulum Foot's momentary pause to try and cut its cord with the sharp winds of Razor Cyclone Crash
Razor Cyclone Crash -- Morgan surrounds himself with a ball of sharp, razor-like wind and hurls himself into the enemy.
TLDR: Ramming attack with medium Windy damage. 1 turn cool down.
Roger dropped into freefall like an idiot and has ripped his wings further: lowering his manueverability until he heals them. He tried to use Cleaving Spark on the cord of his opponent.
Cleaving Spark -- Electricity sparks along Roger's front claws as he slashes at the enemy.
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