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A Necessary Lesson [Syre/Cas]
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Post by Syre the BlackGatomon on Oct 12, 2018 4:40:26 GMT
"Heck, we had to set up a smaller table just for Dr. Cas' little mercenary brigade!" The Kokuwamon couldn't help but give a chuckle at that - the manor was a sizeable asset, yes, but even that was starting to feel cramped. With the addition of a guest - and a recent rotating door of medical patients - it was surprising just how quickly this much space could be eaten up.
Even considering that, setting up this 'feast' every day was its own adventure: iron root and metallic items for several metal types, and a mixture of meat, fruit, and vegetables - whatever would cook well enough in such an amount - had to be prepared daily. The plates offered to Angel and Dagger were as different and night and day, though as 'simple' as the Kotemon put it, Syre was somewhat surprised at the quality put in front of her.
Yes, it was simple chicken and fixings, but the seasoning looked - and tasted - spot on! "Mm!"
Raider gave a nod. "When this takes up a good part of your afternoon, you get a good handle for it." Considering the chaos of it all, there wasn't much talking - this was more an 'event' than a 'social meal' or anything of the like. Still, partway through, Syre couldn't help but glance at Cassandra's plate.
Still so much there... hm...
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Post by Cross on Oct 12, 2018 5:03:44 GMT
The Doctor despite the plethora of food did not eat much. Only taking a few slices of chicken and a bare spoon full of vegetables and only because Cloak's worried gaze was centered upon her his anxiety mounting with each platter the woman passed over. So Cas ate. Mostly small carefully carved bites washed down with sips of tea and used to cut the taste of the iron pills that made of the vast majority of her meal that she slipped between her teeth with little notice and quiet ease that spoke of practice.
"You know Syre. If you would like near the end of your stay I'm certain Raider wouldn't be opposed to an extra helping hand in the kitchen. He might even give you some cooking tips." The Doctor suggested with a slim smile turning her head to acknowledges the others with a wry amused twist to her lips at their comment about her mercenaries.
"Well I do have to be prepared what with you lot." The Woman teased softly her humor muted, but still there. Slowly drawn to the surface by her team.
Cloak ate in relative silence soaking in the small bits of chatter that broke out here or there. Dagger and Angel for once were not clinging to each other though the Zubamon did carefully after a moment twine his tail with the Renamon's own with a gentle smile. Around them the thunder rumbled. Cleaning her plate the Doctor grabbed a second one heaping it high with food as she stood pushing back her chair as she rose.
"Syre if you would like to retire for the night I'm going to drop the General off his dinner then settle in for the night with that book your Father sent me. I'm afraid there isn't much more we can do with this storm and I don't want to overwhelm you your first day." The Doctor explained trying to gentle her voice for the cat as she had done for Demon the hard edged Tamer Syre had met initially seeming to gradually melt away the longer she was here home and safe with her team.
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Post by Syre the BlackGatomon on Oct 12, 2018 5:16:55 GMT
Mm? That was it?
Well, it was more of an 'option' more than anything else. Syre did note a few things around the table - the Zubamon and the Renamon giving those knowing 'smirks' to each-other, and how Phantom simply wasn't present at the table at all. Actually, did the undead type even eat at all? No-one seemed to question the lack of his presence, so it was probably fine...
"Well, if I have time, I'll have to see if he's open for help." Syre gave a nod in response to the first part - and as to the second, after finishing her plate, Syre gave a nod. "About the same here - I do have to go through a lesson or two in my own books. Dad's having me stay 'caught up' on everything, and he's strict enough about it, so..."
She returned a nod, and gently excused herself from the table, temporarily leaving Cassandra alone with the rest. Though, they seemed to be moving on as well - and Angel couldn't help but give a slight nuzzle to Dagger's muzzle as she stood back up. ("Hopefully this storm lets up soon enough, Dagger.") It wasn't until Syre got back to her room that she finally realized just how tired she was...
... Was this day really that busy? Maybe - between having the wits scared out of her twice and trying to make sense of the manor, it could really take it out of a 'mon!
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Post by Cross on Oct 12, 2018 5:30:17 GMT
"Hopefully~" Dagger murmured returning the nuzzle his thoughts on a curling up in a warm nest of blankets with the beautiful fox. Though from the sound of the storm it might be a few hours yet before the front blew over them.
"That would be wise." The Doctor murmured seeing Syre off before she too turned and headed down the hall watched by the Xros armies knowing eyes and Cloak's only quietly considerate ones. Still the hallways were empty, quiet except the low muffled boom of thunder as she rapped her knuckles against the General's door. She wondered if the sound left him as disconcerted as herself or if that was simply the lingering memory of the Reaper's orders clawing at the back of her mind mingled with it's budding nests death screams as thunder mingled with that dragon's roar. The thought of it leaving the fine hairs on the back of the Doctor's neck standing on end.
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Post by Syre the BlackGatomon on Oct 13, 2018 2:11:14 GMT
As Syre retired to her room, Cassandra would be left to head off to the General's room - and the light knock at the door would be met, moments later, by a small groan from the inside. The door would open a moment later, Denryu would give a small blink. In this light, it took him just a moment to realize who was on the other side: "Ah... Cassandra. Dinner already?"
Denryu seemed a bit out of it, but it made sense enough. He'd rested soundly up to that point - balancing the plate in his good hand, he gave a short nod to the doctor. "Everything's... fine enough. I trust you've been able to keep this place in order, well enough?" The conversation wouldn't be long: Denryu would take the plate, and, tired as he was, would soon slip back to bed for a more proper sleep.
In all, Cassandra managed to keep things together well enough... The next morning gave way to bright, clear, and sunny skies. The storm had passed around 3 in the morning, and with both Emma and Denryu largely out of commission, the group had to make due without their 'leaders'.
But it wasn't as if they were helpless! Seeing how well the BlackGatomon had managed to 'meld in' with the rest of them, the cat was invited out back to help out with the morning workout - sparring out in the back lot! Angel, Xros'd with Blade and with the rapier sheathed at her side, was meeting Syre point-for-point with simple punches. Each had a flag tied around their waist, and the objective was to simply snag the other mon's flag - without using any named techniques! It definitely put Syre a bit on a backfoot, but she was at least able to keep up step-for-step!
"Hmph." Watching from the sidelines, Demon gave a small snort. "Been a while since anyone's given Angel a run for her money at this..."
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Post by Cross on Oct 14, 2018 12:43:22 GMT
"Nothing I couldn't manage. Try to eat if you can it'll help the meds I left you settle on your stomach. Here's the next dose for morning." The Doctor replies carefully passing him the plate and digging out more pills to set on the edge of it next to the chicken. While perhaps it might have been for the best to let the General wake up with his regrets they were all tired. They all made mistakes. If the worst he did was take it out on himself and then learn from it then it still put him a step above others.
"Good night Denryu." Cas murmurs closing the door behind him so he can rest. The Generals name still strange on her tongue though she grows more used to it by the day.
Morning found the Doctor trying to survive said morning where she sat next to Demon nursing a very large steaming mug of extra black tea with almost enough sugar in it to give Emma a run for her money and nibbling upon some toast. "She's a quick learner." Cas mumbled setting her tea down for a moment to push her sunglasses further up the bridge of her nose hoping to cut a little of the glare of the early morning light.
"And Dagger is too smitten to snag Angel's flag and just prolongs them dancing around one another till she eventually distracts him." The Doctor joke with a small smile turning to glance at one of her two partners watching the now Duramon sigh his heart in his eyes.
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Post by Syre the BlackGatomon on Oct 14, 2018 19:54:39 GMT
"Smitten indeed." Demon couldn't help but give a divisive snort, glancing over as Dagger didn't even deny or object to such a harsh allegation. His attention soon returned forward, however, as Angel and Syre's spar soon reached its climax: seeing that the Renamon's flag had a bit of slack in her backstep, Syre gave a sprint forward - even feeling that cloth touch the tip of her claws...
... Only for Angel to pull away the flag, herself, at the last moment! Syre's eyes shot open in surprise, as she felt her own flag unclick from her side, the fox merely having to reach over the smaller cat's frame to pluck it off! "Phew..."
"H-hey! I had that!" Syre briefly fumed, the Renamon returning her frustratiion with a chuckle. "Its how the job goes, kitty. If its not in the rules, its fair game." The flag was dropped in a small bin off to the side, Angel giving a stretch as he returned right to Dagger's side.
Syre, giving a disappointed sigh, found herself returning to Cassandra's corner, snagging a waterbottle up off the ground. "They're a lot more cutthroat than those back at the library... ugh." More-or-less level at the moment, she gave a nod to the doctor. "How's dad's book?"
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Post by Cross on Oct 15, 2018 0:56:50 GMT
"Well you have to understand that as mercenaries winning is surviving. The actual winner is whoever walks away with their lives and they intend for it to be them. There's no honor or glory in fighting." Cassandra explained laying out how the world worked when it came to their careers as gently as she as able. It was a cutthroat business that more often then not required cutthroat tactics to survive.
"However the book is fascinating. I get the sense your Father is gently chiding and cautioning me, but the novel itself is...it's beautifully well written. I spent most of the night on it." The Doctor explains with a small yawn. Not truly too tired given how little sleep she needed, but worn. She would likely be worn from the events of the desert for a while yet.
And no Dagger most certainly wouldn't deny it. He was wise enough to know he was smitten even shooting his Tamer a playful grin before he welcomed Angel back to his side leaning forward to gently nuzzle the fox. "Beautifully done as always. I would say go easy on the kitten, but honestly I don't think Syre would have appreciated that." The Duramon quipped with a roguish smile.
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Post by Syre the BlackGatomon on Oct 15, 2018 1:20:44 GMT
"Oh, you flirt." Angel couldn't help but give a chuckle at this lizard. She sat next to him, giving a hearty pack on the Duramon's back as the fox leaned against the knight. "Glad to see you're back up-and-about in this form. Still feel stiff, at all?"
As much as these two simply played off each-other, admittedly, the rest of the group had mixed reactions about it. Demon rolled his eyes, and even Syre couldn't help but gag at the sheer 'sweetness' of what she was seeing. Still, she managed to give a nod at Cassandra's explanation. They were mercenaries, of course: "Then the last thing they would all want to do is get in a fair fight, then?" She had it right, of course, but there was still a bit of a sting to that. As for the 'chiding' book, well, Syre gave a laugh! "Apparently it was written for students, so it was probably made with that sort of writing in mind? Maybe?"
It made sense enough to her, of course. "Alright... agenda for the day..." Syre wasn't allowed to take notes via her PDA, so she pulled out a small piece of paper from her glove. "I'm helping with the... 'squirrel', it looks like?"
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Post by Cross on Oct 15, 2018 11:55:09 GMT
"Just a little ~Oof!" Dagger began only to lean forward slightly at the hardy pat to the back, "Stiff." He squeaked out taking a moment to roll his shoulders before settling back down. Catching the way Demon rolled his eyes, quite the feat with four of them, he couldn't help, but grin.
"Don't worry Demon I'm sure if you asked Cas nicely enough she'd cuddle you." The Duramon teased lightly his quip earning a soft huff from Cas as she rose to her feet stretching.
"Hush you. It's not his fault that of the two of you Demon's the better looking." Cas joked as Dagger held a hand to his chest in mock injury.
"Oh you wound me Cas. Abandoned by my own Tamer for another!" Dagger exclaimed, but soon settled down with a chuckle as the Doctor shook her head at her partner's exuberance. It was clear he was certainly feeling better. Turning to Syre Cas nodded.
"Yes we're going to go check on that Squirrel rookie. He should be healed enough that we're expecting him to wake up any day now." Cassandra explained sipping her tea as she ambled inside leading the way towards the guest room they currently had said Squirrel squirreled away in. Which likely explained why Syre was sleeping in a storage room recently converted to extra guest space.
"He, like one of our other patents who is still in a medically induced coma, took heavy electrical damage." The Doctor explained rapping her knuckles lightly on the door on the off-chance the Squirrel was awake before pushing open the door.
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Post by Syre the BlackGatomon on Oct 15, 2018 23:27:57 GMT
"Hmph." The Devidramon simply managed a derisive snort towards the whole ordeal - which, admittedly, was a touch above his normal response of 'growling' or 'threatening' anyone that threw an ill comment his way. In his own way, the Devidramon was warming up to the group - just not as openly as the others, and certainly not as much as Angel.
That aside, it was about time for Syre and the doctor to be heading off to work. Demon gave a small wave to the pair as they made their way inside, Cassandra quickly explaining the patient at hand. "Heavy electrical damage... so, at minimum, he would have been suffering from severe burns across large sections of his body, as well as potential muscle lock-ups? Well, if he's made it this far..."
'Then it wasn't hopeless'. Syre left that sentence unfinished, as Cassandra gave a light knock at the door. "U... ugh..."
Damn it... where was he? Slowly feeling his eyes open, the white squirrel - a Kinezumon - slowly found himself waking up to the world around him. Last he remembered, there was a white flash, and now he was... here? As his senses slowly returned, the squirrel assessed his condition. Moving his tail and his arms revealed a tight bandage wrapped around his body, as well as clean linen below. The room itself was dark - the Digimon could see clearly with his own unnatural eyesight, but it was clear that the only light was from a dim lightbulb above.
Drywall... night light... medical beeping thing... so I was hurt and brought here?
Just at that, though, he'd hear a knock at the door, the hinge creaking as the doctor stepped in - his stark yellow eyes meeting Cassandra's own blue ones.
He paused, at this stalemate.
"... Um... you the owner of this place?"
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Post by Cross on Oct 18, 2018 13:12:15 GMT
"Digimon are hardy. At some point every Doctor realizes they have done all they can do and there is very little left, but to hope for the best." Cas explained though the rustle of covers that could be heard on the other side of the door left the solemn woman with a small smile.
"Though I think today we needn't depend solely upon hope." She adds softly before double checking that her holosuit is in place as she pushes open the door taking in the sight of the rather disorientated squirrel digimon. Keeping the same small smile upon her lips the Doctor did her best to appear non-threatening as she stepped into the room and taking his question in stride.
"No I am the on-call Doctor for this place. Do you remember how you got here?" She questions gently as she slowly moves towards the bed giving the Squirrel plenty of time to decide whether or not it did or did not want her approaching before she got in range for a strike. The last thing the Doctor felt like dealing with today was getting mauled by a fluffy tailed digital rodent no matter how cute.
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Post by Syre the BlackGatomon on Oct 18, 2018 23:07:49 GMT
"I dunno... dad goes pretty far for the answers..."
Of course, Syre knew that there was truth to Cassandra's words, even returning a smile to the doctor's own. And of course they didn't need to just rely on hope: if the squirrel had lasted this long, it was quite unlikely that he was still on the downturn. Case in point, as the two opened the door, they would find that their patient was already awake!
Iko, at least for the moment, was cautious. His ear flicked carefully at Cassandra's words. "The resident doctor, then? But the decor here isn't that of a hospital proper, so... whoever does own it must be pretty 'flush'..." Ah, right, Cassandra's question. Seeing the doctor approach, Iko seemed to tense up for a moment, before giving a sigh, giving a slight turn to show his bandaged side to the doctor.
"Well... I was caught in a fire, then brought here?"
A fire? Syre gave a blink - was he just working off context clues? It made sense, somewhat - perhaps his mind simply blocked out such a traumatic event - but the entire demeanor of how he acted seemed off. Even in this short span, he spoke entirely out of observation. Curious, Syre pushed forward another question: "Do you remember anyone else who was with you, the day before?"
Silence. The squirrel gave a small blink of confusion.
"... Do you know what cycle it is?"
"Um..." Yup. More silence - though the squirrel seemed to try to think quite hard at that question!
"... Oh my..."
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Post by Cross on Oct 19, 2018 0:03:21 GMT
"That is concerning..." Cas murmured softly as it slowly became more and more apparently the Digimon in question couldn't seem to recall what had befallen him. He was admittedly quite good at context cues, but still his theories were at their core flawed by his own inability to recall the details needed.
"However you are right. This isn't a hospital so much as a team base for the team which I serve as a medic. We didn't have time to take you to a hospital without risking further damage to your form and I was disinclined to abandon you to a Doctor unaware of your condition." Cassandra explained as she checked the bandages finding for the moment at least they were suitably tight and did not appear to need changing. Hopefully giving the burned data beneath it further time to heal undisturbed.
"That being said are you able to recall your name or a name we might call you?" The Doctor questioned with a tilt of her head.
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Post by Syre the BlackGatomon on Oct 19, 2018 2:54:17 GMT
Oh, it was definitely concerning. Though the squirrel didn't outright panic, he seemed frustrated that none of this came to mind: he couldn't even remember what year it was? What day it was? What he ate yesterday? Everything that felt so natural simply didn't come up when he wanted to recall it.
But: "... This is a bed. You are a BlackGatomon... and you are a human." The Kinezumon was testing the limits of what he could recall, his ear twitching as Cassandra explained where he was: a team base? for what team? Actually, he knew better than to ask, considering her vague wording - he simply let Cassandra test the bandages as needed.
As for his name? At that request, the squirrel took a breath, closing his eyes as he tried to peer as deep as he could manage. Somewhere there, he could sense 'something'... something in the depths of his mind. From there, one name came to mind.
"... Sol?"
He didn't seem certain about it, but it didn't seem to simply be a blind guess, either. Syre tilted her head, trying to make heads-or-tails out of any of this. "The scope of what he can remember is pretty spotty, but it seems like he lost a lot." The cat gave a low hum, observing from a small distance. "Do you know anything we can do for him? I mean, this seems like the type of thing that would even be a challenge for my dad - psychology was never his strong suit..."
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