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As the two Digimon acted on Viktor’s simple touch, the fox didn’t even flinch from the threat. Rather, he replied as though the two were sharing a meal:
”Third times the charm, then?”
It was unlike Viktor to quip back, but he needed to let both of them know, and remind them that he was not a mere thug or body to be bullied or threatened, even if they were justified in their fear.
Viktor’s patience was becoming visibly thin. More so at the comment about Viktor luring him. Certainly he knew the kid would come when hinted, but he did not ‘lure’ anyone. It was unlike her to be so emotional so suddenly, but these were strange times. Instead of continuing the argument or even do much as acknowledging it, the fox leaned back, shaking his head. Was this really as low as everyone stopped?
Siris blinked. Everything happened so fast and yet no-one was doing much more than talking at the same volume. Then a small argument which Viktor only turned his nose up to. Guy really didn’t get along with anyone, and he barely said anything! Next Cas followed up with a test for data comparison? What was that?
”Uhm... sure? If it’ll sort everything out!”
Ever kind was the young fox, willing to do whatever was needed to calm everyone and done even more so to those he liked. But then again, he liked everyone!
"No I believe first time was the charm you just simply haven't had the decency to realize you're dead yet." Cloak snarled harsh and low seeing that the assassin clearly wasn't taking the situation or the people involved seriously. Still he held his strike for the moment though power dark and violent thrummed along the sheath of his blade.
"The test will not sort anything out Siris. The test itself would be comparing your data to Viktors to see how closely they match and whether there is any relation. Involving you in this at all when he should merely speak to your Mother is nothing short of cruelty and I have been asked to do many cruel things." Cas explained her tone flat and mechanical to hide the fury that threatened to strangle her voice and the betrayal that glittered in her eyes. The agony at how little her own feelings had been considered in this.
"I suppose if you are willing what is the weight of one more cruelty heaped upon my shoulders." The Doctor spoke through clenched fangs as she half turned motioning Siris to come forward if this really was what he wished.
With a small tilt to his head and even smaller shuffle, Siris saw the anguish in Cas. She was hurting, and he couldn’t explain why. Her speaking on the test alone was enough for the young fox.
”T-then I won’t do it. If it will be anything more than just a test!”
Clearly, the younger fox did care about her feelings and cared even more to not hurt his only aunt! Siris would lean forward to try to hug her, attempting to comfort her the only way he knew how. He wasn’t sure why the test was a betrayal, but if it was that serious, it wasn’t something he wanted!
Viktor didn’t speak, as he always did. He didn’t even bother to acknowledge the flair Dagger was giving. He’d dealt with fighters who were all talk. By now, it should have been clear Viktor did his talking in the fight. Even though, as it stood right now, he wouldn’t last against either of them.
He would stand up, turning tail: ”Then we’re done here.”
Siris gave a sigh, clearly Viktor was not a man to waste time or mince words. But if Cas didn’t stop him, Siris wouldn’t either. Still, he couldn’t help but wonder why he’d want a relations test anyway? Surely he didn’t think...? No, this was a question for mom, not Aunt Cas!
”Sorry, I didn’t know what it meant to you. I don’t want you to hurt!”
If she was hugging him, the fox would give a small rub of his head, a ‘nuzzle’ of sorts. Something his mother did that comforted him!
"Siris." Cas spoke bringing her hands down on the Renamon's shoulders to hold him at arms length providing support, but keeping the boy from fully enveloping her. Two hugs being a bit much for the touch shy Doctor. "The damage is already done. I am not telling you this to dissuade you...well perhaps I am. I feel that there are some things better left alone. However..." The Doctor sighed out motioning to Viktor though she made no move to stop him.
"This is your choice if you wish to do the test. I do not want you uninformed of what you are asking as it is unfair to let you unknowingly open a pandora's box. That being said it is your right to know if you wish it. The choice is not I or Viktor's, but yours." Cassandra explained releasing the boy after a moment as she took her seat on the couch once more. Whether Viktor would continue with his retreat would have to be seen, but Cas cared little in that moment about the opinion of such a man. If Siris wished to stop him the Doctor would not halt the young Renamon's progress, but she was waiting on another to arrive.
Siris nodded, it was clear the test was... something more than just that. The Doctor was scared of something, and it would clearly hurt her if he did decide to go through with it. Instead, he simply shook his head and turned to Viktor, only to find he had completely vanished from sight. He blinked, then turned to Cas;
"Then I won't do it. If it'll hurt you as you say, I want no part in that. I was going to tell Viktor but..."
He was unclear how he even got out of the room without anyone noticing. He knew of his previous jobs and K even told him how well he could... 'vanish' from sight as a human. He imagined that was amplified after the change.
Viktor didn't leave, not per-say. He would have easily slipped from sight, but wanted to see how reactions would go. Watching as silent as the wind from the rafters, behind the light, where none would see him. How much longer could one put up with this? He wanted to drop down and explain. Explain how she wasn't the only one who suffered. How her and her team wasn't the only one to lose everything. But he didn't have the energy, or the time. Genesis would likely be about done with her drinking and she probably didn't know the limits of having a human body.
Moving as silently as he escaped, the fox would drop before the front door as Siris spoke and left. Viktor shook his head, thinking to himself;
What a waste of time.
With another shake, he pushed the thoughts out of his head and continued to the bar to collect Genesis. Hopefully she wasn't too drunk.
That was only true for anyone not actively looking for him. Unfortunately, Mikemon's schedule was far too tight to simple drop down here at Dr. Cross' whim - but, fortunately, the doctor had paid help to send on his behalf. That paid help looked natural enough down here as well, easily blending as another patient, his unnatural eyesight allowing him to keep track of the Renamon from the literal corner of his outer-corner eye. As Viktor would take a step out of that back room, the patron stood up...
... And slipping right behind Viktor, the Stingmon would rest his heavy, armored hand on his shoulder.
"You know, you have a really bad habit of leaving others to pick up your mess, you know that?" The Stingmon's tone was flat, but there was a definite, annoyed edge to it. "The least you could do is stick around and try and humor the woman whose life you've ruined... or are you just too dead under that fur to even care?"
Yes, his words cut. He tilted his head towards the back-room door once more. "Go on. Be human, for ten minutes."
Cas stared at Siris where she held him at arms length her jaw tight and her eyes so cold and guarded as to almost be dead as she pondered how the boy was so socially tone deaf as to not see what had just taken place. Cassandra herself was hardly what she would call adept in such things, but even she knew Viktor's departure for what it was...a dismissal. A show of such little regard for her time and feelings she might as well have been trash for him to have come here after everything he'd done to her, after everything she had done for him, and reveal such information and not even feel the need to offer a token apology showed just how little he cared.
Meanwhile if Viktor thought the twins were just blindly ignore him he would find himself deeply mistaken as two pairs of gold eyes glared death at the Renamon's retreating back as the Doctor sighed. The woman trying to consider how best to phrase things to the young fox boy seeing as the blunt explanation of the purpose of the test didn't seem to spell it out clearly enough for him.
"Siris as I told you before the test would be a data comparison between yourself and Viktor to determine degrees of relation. The reason Viktor is requesting this is because he suspects you are related to him which given your age means he had relations with K around the time we were....involved." Cas explained trying to keep her voice level and patient as a slow painful realization dawned on her. Leaving a jagged look of agony to briefly flash across the woman's too bright eyes. The orbs glassy with tears she refused to let fall as her entire body momentarily stiffened. Then her walls came down once more every ounce of emotion she let herself feel ripped out by the roots swiftly and with vicious practicality.
"Which is the real reason he came here. He hates check-ups even if they are for his own good, but I had thought he had finally come to see me after all this time avoiding one another, but no." The Doctor spoke her voice flat mechanical as she turned that hard empty gaze on Siris once more.
"He came for you. Because he knew you would follow him and because he knew I could do the test. That's why when I refused he left immediately even though the check-up wasn't done and he wasn't dismissed. He never cared about me in this regard for even a single second." Cas intoned in that hollow lifeless voice of the damned or those too numb to ever care to feel.
"My feelings, my time, my life...it was all just acceptable losses to him. Collateral damage. I don't think he ever cared about me as a person just what I could do for him. He's made that clear now." The Doctor murmured in a soft, low, dead rasp as she turned to begin packing up her equipment her movements mechanical and routine with no real life to them.
"Pity. I loved him once. I gave my world for him and now all I have left is ashes." Cassandra spoke staring down at her finely trembling fingers as Cloak moved to step close gently unhooking his cape to wrap it protectively around the small woman's shoulders.
"Then again I suppose it's no surprise he chose your Mother over me. It was stupid of me to ever think anyone could come to love a monster." She added with a sharp broken laugh as the Doctor smiled the expression cold and sharp, and wrong like staring into the warped remains of a shattered mirror.
The corner of Siris' eyes filled a bit... to think this man could do such a thing to someone as kind and caring as her. Someone who was involved just to... betray her like that. Not that Siris fully understood, perhaps it was a human thing? But it was clear her emotions were wrought with despair and Siris could be the product of that. It didn't matter, none of it did. Siris didn't need a test to know he was in no way related to something so... vile. Viktor truly was evil incarnate!
Siris extended a paw to help her; "W-well let me at least help you get all of this up and out. I-I'm sorry, Aunt Cas. I didn't know this would happen... if I did, I would have never come!"
He sniffed a bit, feeling guilty for her current problem with the other fox. He spoke again, looking to move some smaller equipment for her;
"I-if there's anything I can do, please, anything at all! I'm here and always will be!"
Viktor, on the other hand, simply pulled his shoulder, turned, and spat at the Stingmon's feet;
"I thought I recognized you. Go home, beetle. This does not concern you or Mikemon."
Viktor turned again, to leave and collect his human as he did before. He figured this Stingmon, if sent by Mikemon, was going to interfere and try to force him back in that room. For one reason or another. But Viktor had nothing more to say to Cas or her overzealous Digimon. He said what he needed to, or at least, showed it.
This was not a fight he intended on staying in the ring for. It was far too emotionally charged for him.
Stingmon's course of action was decided right at Viktor's response. But really, spitting at his feet? Just how childish could one be?
The Renamon might have expected the Stingmon to react - however, perhaps he hadn't anticipated how immediate the reaction would have been. Almost as soon as he turned, those longer arms stretched right out, locking under Viktor's shoulders - lifting the Renamon right off the ground in a firm grip - arms drawn together in a fine cord, just a moment after. Right now, his hidden position was now working against him, this whole ordeal taking place in a dark corner of the bar.
"And there you go again. Deciding what's important to who. But the world's not up to you."
Like that, he'd turn - simply moving to, yes, force Viktor right back into the room, at the tail end of Dr. Cross' monologue. It wasn't Mikemon, but then again, if the doctor was down here, he might have sullied his image with such an aggressive act. Here? The secretary was just another dime-a-dozen ruffian hit-man who spawned from the corner of these decrepit depths.
"It's not your fault Siris. Though you should never have risked yourself coming down here. Anything could have happened to you." Cas scolded her voice still flat, mechanical, and hard as she shooed the young Renamon's hands away not wanting him to fumble her equipment. However she soon found her own well earned retreat interupted. Pausing the Doctor half turned blinking at the Stingmon that suddenly stood in the doorway for a moment until recognition dawned upon her.
"Ah Mikemon's assistant. Thank you for coming I was concerned I might need to escort Siris home myself." She greeted ever polite even if her voice remained emotionless her eyes only shifting from the insect Digimon to the struggling fox after a long moment as she took in his appearance with a foreign and detached coldness that she had never regarded the assassin with before. Even hurt and struggling the Doctor's eyes had always softened when it came to Viktor, but now they remained that steely off-color blue hard as ice.
"Idiot fox yes. Looking for...well that could be debated upon though you have saved me the effort of one of my mercenaries hunting him down to pass on a message at a later date." The Doctor spoke shrugging off Cloak's cape as she stepped forward the Tactimon taking it with a sharp nod as he watched the coming exchange as the woman drew close just a hands breath separating her from the struggling fox.
"Siris," She ordered, "Turn around and close your eyes."
As Siris heard her tell him it wasn't his fault... then turn around and chide him for wandering out on his own, the young fox meant to speak up and defend himself. He would have too, if not for Viktor returning to them, bound with arms behind his back and gravity working him into the ground of the pub with a hard slam.
He landed on his shoulder, grunting as he sat up; "Cyka Blyat..." he moaned as he tried to work his bindings, but gave up and sighed, adjusting his throbbing shoulder;
"How did... Stingmon!"
Siris pointed out, and would then move to hug his favorite assistant of his dad! Well, his only assistant, but still Siris' friend!
"I didn't even see you enter? Did dad send you after me?" the fox released the hug and scratched the back of his head, ready to, yet again, defend himself for his actions. Because after Viktor did what he did, the pup was regretting them! But as he was about to speak, he turned to Cas to help her again, only to be told to turn and close his eyes. He did as instructed;
"Okay?" he didn't fully understand why he was told to look away, but he found it better not to argue with Aunt Cas thus far!
Viktor cursed, only panting and looking down as Cas would eventually approach; "Get it over with, then. I have places to be."
The 'idiot' fox didn't bother to so much as struggle. There was little point and all it would do was waste energy he could spend elsewhere. At this point, it wouldn't surprise him. The fox simply hung his head again, relaxing his body!
"Cloak close the door please." Cas asked completely calm and if anything seeming to sound almost amused at the Foxs sudden struggle as the Tactimon clicked the door closed behind Stingmon just like that. As she looked upon the writhing Digimon before her her vision had begun to clear, absent now of all sentiment and affection leaving the Doctor's gaze calculating and cold.
"You seem to be laboring under the delusion Viktor that I am a tool you may use when you see fit and abandon when I no longer adhere to your agenda." Cassandra spoke her tone clipped and clinical as she reached out carefully tilting the Renamon's muzzle up with the tip of her fingers to have his gaze meet her own. Then pulling back she carefully deactivated her disguise, the illusion falling away from her shattering into light like so much dust revealing the monster beneath.
And then with a shudder of some unnameable horror the Doctor released her EV suit. The scent of ozone, metal, and raw power filling the air as Cassandra leaned close reaching out with bandaged fingertips stained red with her own blood, the cloth wrappings unable to disguise the needle like tips of growing claws that poked through their surface as her hand stopped, hovering just millimeters away from the fox's eyes. At this distance he could feel the heat that rolled off the woman...no Reaper's form as she pinned him beneath her crimson glowing gaze.
"You forget that where you broke beneath the D-reapers heel I did not. If I wished it I could bend you to my will even now. You are a living breathing example to the world that not even a D-agent is safe from my wrath. That the Reaper cannot dictate unto me that which I will." Cassandra whispered letting her fingertips trail lightly over the edges of the Renamon's chest fluff the pale white fur burning and disintegrations at her gentle caress leaving an ugly black mark in it's place.
"You exist because of my mercy Viktor and there is no gift I have given you, your life, your health, your freedom, that I cannot takeaway." The Doctor spoke with a voice like steel as she carefully straightened reactivating her EV suit as the oppressive aura of her presence became muted once more.
"Think on that next time you decide to threaten my family." Cassandra commanded with hard crimson eyes that promised death and a smile more teeth than warmth as she clicked her Holosuit back on...and suddenly she was just the Doctor once more. The normal, utterly human looking Doctor with her soft barely there smile and relaxed posture that would charm even the devil himself to ease.
"Now get out of my sight." She spoke tone light with good humor she did not feel as Cloak cleared the door should Viktor wish to do his usual disappearing act.
"Siris." She called out, "You may turn around now and open your eyes."
There was no struggle. There was no fight. The human-turned-fox simply moved with her claws and needles. Only looking up, glaring at her with eyes of pure tenacity. Her attempts at intimidating him were lost, and even as she burned away the tips of fur on his chest, he didn't so much as flinch. To Viktor, Cas was an overgrown child, upset she didn't get what she wanted. The more he listened, the more it was clear nothing he said would change anything, so he didn't bother. The fox simply watched her, her threats falling on deft ears. He knew once he returned to his previous power, her threats were little more than spoken words that held no weight. Her partners already showed they could not suffer him at full strength. When Cas paused to continue her monologue, Viktor simply stood up and turned around, walking to the door. Not even giving her the satisfaction to finish.
As she finally did finish, and with Viktor already leaving, he would continue to go collect his partner and be done with this. If she couldn't understand, then there was no point in explaining. Viktor was weakened from his own fights, he didn't need to fight one he held so dearly before. He wanted to tell her how he waited for her for so long, how he held onto the hope that she would return and save him from that hell... but she never came. She never even bothered to explain why. Now she was throwing temper tantrums. Viktor stepped outside, Genesis was already standing, her arms crossed;
"You're looking worse for wear. Take it the check didn't go as planned?"
"Let's go." Still bound, he would push past her, not wanting a fight to begin with. Viktor's fighting was done on the field of battle... not in a room where people simply beat their chest. That wasn't him, and he wouldn't retort.
But Genesis would... she could see it on his face. She was not about to let this go unanswered. She would push back into the open door of the bar and head to the back room, standing before the twins;
"Typical of you two to try to stake a battle when the odds are in your favor. No wonder you two are always getting your asses kicked. Step aside, I have business with that... thing you call a partner."
Viktor held his punches, but Genesis was coming in with the intention to throw down.
Heart out-poured and anger shown, Viktor proved not only uncaring, but 'simply disinterested'. To his credit, he did at least remain in the room for Cassandra's rant, but there was not even a word that he wanted to get in edgewise. Still, this seemed to be the end of it: he would leave, as Cassandra requested, Stingmon deftly cutting through those binds as the fox made his way out.
Live and let live, he supposed? The Stingmon stretched out his arms, about ready to explain an option or two to Siris if he was still interested in the data scan... only for the tamer to make her appearance, attempting to simply stride in, and waltz right up to Cassandra. The twins likely proved stoic, and if the Stingmon was capable of a tired sigh, he would.
He gave Genesis a rather simple response - calling right out to the main room. "Yo, barkeep? We got a drunk-ass tamer in here trying to start some shit with two knights eight times her size. Ya'll mind kicking her out before they kick her?"
His tone was evident - Genesis was free to leave as she wanted, and heck, even Viktor would be appreciated just to drag her out. The bar itself would start to shuffle as the bouncer would make his way over...
"Nah~" Dagger quipped from where he had moved to lean to block the door alongside his twin. "Why don't you take that abomination you call an attitude and get out Genesis while you still have some bridges left un-burned." The Durandamon retorted arching a single metal brow at the woman before he motioned to the bar at large.
"Or do you really think you can walk into Old Terminus with intent to harm their Doctor and leave with your face intact? Get out while you still can and take that thing you call a partner with you. Even I know the streets take care of their own." The Golden Knight Digimon explained with a soft derisive snort as Cloak lingered behind him golden eyes narrowed and hand resting threateningly on his unbound sword.
Beyond them the Doctor paid little mind to the conflict at hand. Instead she carefully finished packing up her tools offering Stingmon a nod of thanks as she went. "Thank you for coming to fetch Siris for me Stingmon. I would have escorted him myself, but I have a few house calls I need to make this evening." The Doctor murmured with a small smile for the looming insect Digimon.