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Sword and Spectacle, Mk II [Plot Arc 4-D; 2/2]
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Post by D-Reaper Scout on Dec 1, 2018 1:11:27 GMT
Well, surely Mae wouldn't present too much of a problem, now, would she? At least that's what the Witchmon thought: surely that cat was just huddled in a heap somewhere, miles away from the fight!
It was what made the Witchmon confident enough to act so boldly - but she was quickly proven to not be a patient woman.
"...a-and what's keeping you from doing just that and killing us after I hand it over?"
"Don't matter, sweetheart." This was a battlefield, and she didn't have time to listen to him prattle. It was clear that he wasn't going to get rid of the Digivice, so the Witchmon went with her second option, pressing her free hand right against Carlos' stomach. Her response was immediate, and likely devastating, another Aquary Pressure fired at point-blank range against the pit of his gut. At this range and power, he'd feel a sharp pain, followed by a warm rush of blood and data surging from that point.
From there? Well, she'd give a whack at the hand that was holding the Digivice, hoping to simply see it skid out of his grip. "And hun, I don't have all the answers." She'd drop the man to the ground, before moving down to grip the back of his hair. "Baalmon, hun, we can wrap up here!"
The Baalmon, a mere ultimate, knew that he couldn't stand up against the Belphemon in a fair fight. All he could do was keep up the pressure, and more importantly, draw his attention. Dio's anger was a definite boon, the swordsman still able to keep his distance. As the chains rose and lashed against him, the swordsman would, once more, use his blade to parry. One was handled by movements of his feet to dodge, another by deflection with his sword, though the third would strike heavily against his back.
Yes, the Baalmon was hurt.
But Dio?
He'd find his power rapidly slipping...
Witchmon uses Aquary Pressure.
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Post by Mae on Dec 1, 2018 1:27:08 GMT
Mae was just about ready to launch an attack--namely, being in position to launch one, at least...She was pretty sure she could hear conversation. That was odd. What could they be--...That train of thought was quickly interrupted by another vision. This one crystal clear. The jet of water aimed right at...Carlos' stomach?! She had to act and she had to act quickly or else this was going to get far more grisly than a simple fight with a Groundramon or a fight with dad or anything. She made her move then and there, rushing out from the cover of the forest and leaping forward at the Witchmon, claws ready to do some more damage. Coincidentally she did this right as Witchmon fired the Aquary Pressure at Carlos' stomach. Cross Slash was never meant to be uttered aloud, so there was silence in Mae's attack. But once she got close to the Witchmon--and believe it or not, she was able to cover quite some distance with her legs right now, she would attempt to bring both claws down to rake at the sorceress, the claws seeming to blaze red for that single moment. This strike would hurt if it landed.
Fatebreaker [RAM Upgrade Giga]: This entity has the same mysterious foresight that a Rasielmon would possess. As such, Mae has the ability to divine a potentially infinite number of futures, depending on the level she's at. There are, however, limits to her foresight. For one, the lower the level, the more muddied, limited, and opaque the visions will be. The higher, the clearer. Furthermore, in combat, this is only really applicable as a way to warn herself and others of various attacks. Whether she can dodge them or not even with this is entirely on her. Should she successfully dodge an attack she had a vision of, the chances she can dodge the next one are lower. Basically she can’t spam this unless she wants the hurt. Gotta Let it Out: Meicrackmon Vicious Mode fights with a blistering anger that builds up over time, gaining one each time she is struck or strikes someone. While this does dull a great many things, including morality, and the ability to tell from friend and foe past two stacks, this does increase her attack power by a good 10% for each stack. 4 stack limit. Mae loses a stack every turn she goes without hitting something or being struck by something. Born In The Abyss: This passive allows Meicrackmon VM to heal 7.5% every time she lands with an attack. She has the option to increase a cooldown by 1 if the move it belongs to impacts an enemy, in exchange for an additional 2.5% heal. Cast in Digizoid: You see those claws on Meicrackmon? They’re already really strong on their own, but what matters is they’re composed of Red Digizoid, and are laced with a venom that is most certainly the same type found in Meicoomon’s Data Crusher. Every three posts, Meicrackmon VM can ‘activate’ the claws and cause her next melee attack inflicted with the claws to be twice as powerful. Activated, cooling down.
Mae goes for a surprise attack, activating Cast in Digizoid to double the damage of Cross Slash, which she then uses to attack Witchmon! Cooldowns: Felt Made is Ready! Spider Shooter: 2/2 Cast in Digizoid: 0/3 |
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Post by Carlos Rey on Dec 1, 2018 2:42:58 GMT
Even if he wouldn't admit it, it was clear Carlos had been way in over his head from the start of the fight. He had been the one that decided to join in, the one that sent his partner to fight, the one that almost got said partner killed and then risked his own life stupidly to protect him from harm...and yet he was sure that even in such a dire situation, if he kept his wits and didn't panic, it would all turn out just fine.
In hindsight, he should have really known better. His eyes widened in terror as his captor pressed her palm against his stomach.
There were no words that could describe the agony he felt in the instant the witch's water jet blasted against his gut, the sheer pressure from the water piercing into him far deeper than even he realized. Though the rush of pure pain he felt was almost a good indicator of the extent of the damage, as this was easily the worst pain he had ever felt. Even worse than that broken bone in soccer practice all those years ago, and even worse when Dio's claws accidentally raked his back and drew blood.
The man let out a sharp, agonized cry as he collapsed to the floor, the hand that held his digivice loosening his grip as the witch slapped it away. He couldn't even curse under his breath, merely groan, cough and writhe in pain as the blood poured out from his injury.
"...you got cocky and now you're going to die because of it...pathetic..." this and similar thoughts were all that was in his mind right now. Self deprecating comments and thoughts chastising him for being this reckless...and how this would certainly spell doom for Dio. He barely seemed to react as the female digimon grabbing the back of his hair, or indeed at the faint sounds of something large jumping in her direction.
He was too busy looking on in the direction of his partner. Even with his now blurry vision, he could tell something had changed in him, and upon noticing it he could only let out the faintest, most bittersweet and pained chuckle.
Dio had actually noticed what happened...
As Dio had begun moving in for the kill, his sharp claws ready to tear into the Baalmon, he couldn't stop the itching in the back of his mind that he was forgetting...something. Something important.
It didn't fully hit him until he heard it: a scream filled with nothing but agony, coming from a voice he knew all too well. The demon stopped in his tracks, and completely ignoring the Baalmon turned around...only to see his fallen partner.
Bleeding. Injured. In pain. In danger.
"Carlos!" The demon roared out, his tone carrying a previously unheard off sadness and worry.
Yet before he could act, almost as if on cue his vision began to blur, his head felt faint and his movements became sluggish, the demon lord falling to his knee as if he couldn't keep balance. Even in his stage of anger it was painfully obvious what was going on...and how this could have been easily prevented had he been less focused on killing Baalmon.
Ironically, the same power high he had been experiencing was the reason his power was now being taken away. In his current state he wouldn't be able to get to Carlos in time...tbere was only one thing he could do while he still was in control of his power. Turning around one last time he lunged in Baalmon's direction, his glowing claws not so much swinging but crashing down on top of the demon. Even if he managed to avoid said claws, if the swordsman was still anywhere close to them as they landed on the ground, he might notice a small distortion in the air, before a barrage of slashes caused by an invisible force would swipe the claws' close vicinity.
Unfortunately, after this Dio would probably find it incredibly hard to move his massive frame, the data that made up his body practically struggling to stay in such a strenuous form...
Carlos is blasted by Aquary Pressure, suffering a lot of internal damage. Dio begins to quickly lose power, but attempts one desperate Dimension Cut at Baalmon before his evolution banishes...
Dimension Cut: In a brutal display of power Belphemon slashes forward with his claws, after which a barrage of ethereal slashes cut the recently slashed area, dealing high damage. One post cooldown.
Cooldowns:
Dimension Cut: (0/4)
Chains of Torment: (1/4)
Red Volt: (2/3)
Lance of Erebus (3/3)
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Post by D-Reaper Scout on Dec 3, 2018 23:48:18 GMT
Oh, it wouldn't be long now - even if the Baalmon couldn't handle the Belphemon, there was no-one left here that would be a threat to the Witchmon. Once the demon ran out of energy, all she would have to do was pick off a weakened Impmon, and leave this tattered tamer off on his own in the woods, for the wolves or whatnot to find.
Well. That was the intent, anyway. But as that MeiCrackmon came back into view, the sorceress swore under her breath. "Tch!" She hadn't expected that slash at all: keeping his grip on the scruff of the tamer's hair, the sorceress quickly bounded off to the side, feeling her right arm and shoulder heavily raked by that claw. Unlike her prior evasive efforts, this one showed immediate effect, that same arm bursting into a cloud of red data as the sorceress desperately kept her distance.
"Oi, oi, careful there..." The Witchmon grinned, her remaining hand now clenched heavily around Carlos' shirt: "You don't want anything more happening to this one, now, do you?"
That's just a half-assed swing...
The Baalmon's focus remained heavily on the Belphemon, the swordsman intent on simply 'stalling out the clock' at this point. Sure, he might have been tossed around a bit, but Dio hadn't done anything that could be described as a decisive blow. As far as he could tell, it seemed that Dio was simply going to use the last of his strength in this downward strike? It was effective, but with a single 'point' upward, the Baalmon's blade would stick right through the Belphemon's palm, Baalmon's opposite hand moving to block the strike.
For a moment, it seemed like the block held.
Then? Those invisible ethereal blades crashed on in. The Baalmon's eyes widened, wide cuts of data spreading deep over his arms, his chest, the swordsman battered heavily by that storm of attacks. Eventually, well, his left hand would receive a fierce slice, the swordsman's eyes 'opening' to the atrocity that he'd just done.
But for now? All he could do was hold on defense...
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Post by Mae on Dec 5, 2018 4:38:05 GMT
Mae was ready to follow up with that attack with the first proper use of her stinger, the rush of adrenaline keeping her going for a second or two before she found out, very quickly that she hadn't gotten Carlos out of Witchmon's grip. This had, more or less evolved into a pretty nasty hostage situation, as Mae lifted her arms to arm her Spider Shooter attack.
"...I don't. He's a friend. I'd rather you not hurt him for that, but asking for that's clearly out of the question." The cat snarled in frustration. A mechanical undertone underlay the cat's tone. "The f-...What do you want? Because I'm not apologizing for your hand. I think it's a suitable eye for an eye."
Mae's not doing anything on account of Carlos being held hostage. That stack for Gotta Let It Out is ineffective.
Cooldowns:
Cast in Digizoid: 1/3
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Post by Carlos Rey on Dec 6, 2018 0:52:44 GMT
Carlos' line of self deprecating thoughts was rudely interrupted as he felt the witch's hand dragging him away by the back of his hair, the man letting out a pained groan as she did.
Even if he wasn't being held hostage by an Ultimate of all things, he still was very much defenseless in his current state, the man not even trying to struggle as he was dragged around by the witch, his head hanging low even as she kept him close to her with just one arm, he was having clear trouble staying conscious. As he felt Witchmon blurt out something that sounded like a threat he blinked a bit, trying to see clearly what was the blurry shape that was standing in front of them. Could it possibly be the Meicrackmon from before?
That mechanical, almost robotic-esque tone of voice coming from her however...it was all too familiar to him. He and Dio had heard it not too long ago after all.
"M-mae...?" The man called out, barely lifting his head. It was clear just doing that was already a huge effort on his part. He was feeling fainter by the minute, and thanks to Witchmon's rather rough treatment the flow of blood was certainly not stopping any time soon.
Even if his attack had somehow been succesful in harming Baalmon, that offered very little comfort to Dio. It hadn't been a decisive blow, and it didn't change the fact Witchmon was still around, or that his own power was waning with every breath. He'd try to get back up again and again, growing more and more frustrated at his flickering body slowly was swallowed by a dull light.
The light enveloped his form, energy continuosly draining away from him into the air, his body shrinking in size considerably. As powerful as it was, not even a demon lord could maintain such a form without his power source, and it seemed as he would continue shrinking further...
But he wasn't done yet.
The light flickered wildly for a moment, before suddenly a jarringly dissapearing, leaving behind the familiar form of a battered and injured NeoDevimon. Dio was somehow forcing himself to hold on to just a fraction of his power, his core practically burning inside of him from doing such a monumental task, his injured arm practically blinking in and out, trying desperately to stay connected to the rest of the body despite the injury.
Somehow, Dio was managing to keep at least his Ultimate form stable...if only for what was probably a short period of time. With difficulty he stood back up, one hand pressed tightly against the hole in his chest. He'd glare daggers at the Baalmon for a moment, as if debating if he should attack him or not.
Eventually he just slowly turned his back on him, instead focusing his full attention on the Witchmon...and the human she was keeping restrained.
Somehow...it was almost as if Dio didn't consider Baalmon a threat anymore. Or more likely, he cared far more for the human's safety than his own, though at the very least he was smart enough to cover his (still very much open) chest wound with his remaining arm as he began not so much walking as slowly stumbling towards the witch, breathing heavily in pain as he did so, though his eyes pierced the witch with a glare of cold fury.
"You...leave him be. Now."
Dio returns back to his Ultimate form (for now), and begins his slow advance towards Witchmon...
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Post by D-Reaper Scout on Dec 7, 2018 0:33:23 GMT
"Oh, I don't want an apology from you, kitty."
The Witchmon gave a chuckle, clearly enjoying her position of power here. Mae couldn't act without risking more harm to the human, and even as Dio returned his attention towards the sorceress, well, she still knew she held the most important card here. "Oh, but then where would I be if I do that, lil' imp?" Teasing, she considered her options: "And where are you going to take him, even if I give him back to you? I'd be a touch nicer to the only healer around for miles, hun."
So that was her game? The sorceress didn't even demonstrate, just leaving out that small bit of bait for the two to consider. "So, I'd need to see you both in rookie before I do anything else. Can't risk you two-"
That thought never finished. Right there, the Witchmon's eyes widened in shock, as a sickening sound slipped from her side - a frightened glance down confirmed it. The Baalmon's blade had struck, extending out in a single stab from the position that he had fallen, a downright furious look in the swordsman's eye.
"W-why..."
Dropping Carlos, the Witchmon simply crumpled on the spot, her hand despeately slipping over that wound to stifle the flow of data, the Baalmon himself collapsing back heavily on a knee.
Was this a lucky break? Well, sure, but why the quick turn?
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Post by Mae on Dec 7, 2018 1:07:55 GMT
Seeing Carlos like that...wounded and losing more and more of what humans need to live, that...incited something all too familiar for Mae. Slowly but surely she was seeing more and more red. The Meicrackmon's arms were trembling--itching to get at something. To hurt something to break something to -STRIKE OUT- at something.
Yet, surprisingly, Mae was able to keep this budding anger in check. Even as the Witchmon continued to talk some major smack that could likely be backed up, she remained silent. Unsure what she had been playing at...Up until a curious chain of events had happened in a swift and precise betrayal from the Baalmon.
She had forgotten about that one, in truth. And as Carlos was released from the grip of the sorceress, something else just...slipped. The Meicrackmon took a quick dash forward, and with a grin that had been -far- from characteristic for the feline (at least, as far as the two who actually knew her could guess), sought to drive her claw down for where she was fairly certain the Witchmon's core lay. And should that claw find purchase? Should Mae be allowed to do this uninterrupted?
A predator's gotta eat.
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Post by Carlos Rey on Dec 7, 2018 23:52:57 GMT
Dio gritted his teeth in frustration, his arms trembling not unlike Mae's were. Even if he had been in a better shape, he knew there was very little he could do to help Carlos out of this situation. And whatever Witchmon was planning, it was quite telling she didn't care for the wellbeing of anyone but herself. The worst part? She was right, where was he going to take Carlos? The Library was too far for Dio's evolution to hold, and he knew all to well humans weren't nearly as durable as digimon were so who knew how long he would last anyways?
Maybe...if he followed the Witchmon's orders Carlos would have a chance...
Luckily he didn't have to think for long however, as a very familiar looking blade pierced the witch right through. Baalmon's blade.
Guess that made them even. Again.
A myriad of conflicting feelings washed over him like a gigantic wave, the following chain of events practically unfolding in such a rapid succession he was barely able to keep up. But seeing the Meicrackmon dashing in the Witchmon's direction...in Carlos's direction. That was too much for him to take.
He didn't even think anymore, he just acted, leaping straight for his partner, grabbing a hold of him as the man crumbled to the ground once the witch let him go. Dio's long arms clutched the man tightly close to him, the demon ready to protect him from any further harm. Even noticing that Mae wasn't going for him wasn't a relief, as seeing her dig into the other digimon in search for a core to devour...brought him back far too many painful memories. But he did his damnest to ignore them (for now), focusing more on the human he was cradling.
He'd gently put the man down on the ground, his form once again glowing dully for a moment, and shrinking yet again.
Soon Neodevimon was no more. There was no longer a fearsome demon, not even a smug imp in his place. There was only a very battered, and very scared Pagumon, who despite the nasty gash that was just below his mouth and his bruised ear seemed somewhat at ease now that he was resting next to the human. It was not to last, as the big eared blob began nudging his round body against the man.
"Get up, dork, we won!" The whiny and childish voice of the Pagumon shouted into his ear, his uninjured ear pulling from his shirt as if to help him get up from the ground. The man of course, didn't move, other than his slow and pained breathing, that is. Dio stopped his whining, eyes shifting back and forth between the man's face, and the red stained hole in his stomach. It wasn't so much an order, as it was a beg. "...Carlos, please get up, this isn't funny anymore."
"I don't think I can Dio." He whispered back, forcing a smile as he gently reached out to Dio, gently patting the In Training's head. "I just feel like taking a nap..."
Dio's eyes widened, an utterly miserable fearful expression on his face as he turned to face Mae, his eyes watering as he begged to the cat.
"Please! You have to help him, get him to a safe place! If someone doesn't treat him quick, he'll..." He stopped, biting his lip, unwilling, or maybe unable to fathom that possibility. Carlos was going to get better, he just needed some help and he'd be just fine, right? But...where could they take him though?
He turned around, noticing the kneeling form of the Baalmon. Right! He also needed help! But, hadn't he tried to kill them just a minute ago? Then again, it was because of him Carlos was no longer a hostage...so what was the right thing to do about him?
The pagumon looked in his direction for a moment, before turning once again to the Meicrackmon.
"...and please don't hurt him. I don't think he's a bad digimon, he just helped us out...and maybe we should see if he needs help too? Maybe?" Much like a child, he wasn't sure what to do anymore.
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Post by D-Reaper Scout on Dec 10, 2018 1:08:47 GMT
Like this, the Witchmon was nigh defenseless, and the MeiCrackmon's claw would crack down with a sickening sound. A pained cry filled the clearing, as her core was ripped straight out of her frame of being. The rest of her body would simply fall limp, slowly turning to a red cloud of data that billowed away into those tattered woods.
With that - and with the Baalmon left unconscious - an eerie calm would fill the clearing, the sounds of combat naught but a mere dull roar in the distance. Unfortunately, that also meant that there was no-one within earshot able to
help out Carlos. At best, it seemed that Carlos' fate could only be turned by a miracle...
... Or, perhaps just another team member attentive to their situation. Dio's data signal had dropped drastically, which was something that was simple to pick out. Just as Dio gave that last plea to the MeiCrackmon, a crack could be heard a short distance away, a blue portal tearing straight open - and a familiar Mikemon, with a green medic band over his left arm, stepped through, claws briefly poised to handle whatever threat was in front of him.
A threat that was no longer there, it seemed. After a few moments, he'd relax his stance somewhat, turning his attention to those still here. There was Mei - no comment there, with that core, the Pagumon, and -
"Sovereign fucking..."
Gritting his teeth, the doctor quickly shifted over to his impromptu patient's position, before barking out to Mei: "Watch the perimeter! This shit's going to be way too hard for me to deal with if I have to watch my own hide."
Even as he spoke, his eyes were already focused on that wound, tearing the rest of the shirt away, before he planted both of his hands against it. His data signal immediately spiked to mega, his familiar shadow stitching already starting to invade that wound.
"Dio, the last marker was at 2:58. Let me know when his Digivice says 3:03, so we can get a portal and get the hell outta here..."
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Post by Mae on Dec 10, 2018 9:35:22 GMT
The red that Mae's vision had been blurred by faded as quickly as it came and when it did, Mae felt...off. Disgust. What did... "...O-Oh. I..."
...That was a core. She did that. It immediately registered. She turned to Mikemon and breathed out a sigh of relief. "D-Doc...?" It was very...Difficult to formulate words right now. Imagine like a sugar crash. This was like that. She just immediately moved to go watch over the perimeter, keeping a wary eye on the Baalmon briefly. And the core?
...She had to get rid of it somehow. So, she quickly loaded it, the sphere fading into nothing--or, rather, into the frame. "I-I'm sorry I couldn't help more." The cat stated, to no one in particular. Of course she didn't. It was a good thing that Carlos had...friends. Better friends than she could be...Maybe she should invest in learning how to heal others?
Food for thought. There was the other matter of the conflict...Maybe she could still aid. “...Doc?” The cat inquired., before she trailed off some.
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Post by Carlos Rey on Dec 11, 2018 0:58:06 GMT
There was no ignoring it. Dio was afraid, and it was very easy for anyone to see it. He feared for Carlos' fate, and as much as it hurt to admit it he was afraid of Mae, or at least, that side of Mae that seemed to be inescapable to every member of her species. Even setting aside his...rather traumatic memories, she had murdered that Witchmon in cold blood while she was defenseless. Sure, she wasn't exactly innocent, but the sheer lack of hesitation behind the Meicrackmon's act was a bit alarming.
Fortunately, he wouldn't have to worry about it for much longer, as a loud sound made both him and even Carlos turn his head to the side to see a portal opening, and out of it came a familiar face.
"...hey Doc, great timing." He greeted, smiling weakly to the Mikemon as he got closer to him.
He'd wince a bit as the shadow coming from the Mikemon's hands began pouring into his wound, not so much in pain as in the obvious discomfort caused by something coming in contact with his open wound. As the cat instructed Dio, the Pagumon nodded and went to grab the man's digivice that was still lying on the floor. He would have mentioned the Baalmon that was probably not in the best of conditions, but he didn't want to distract the Doctor from his task. He'd probably notice him regardless.
Unfortunately for Dio though, Carlos' digivice was rather close to where Mae was standing thanks to Witchmon's earlier efforts, so the in training quietly and awkwardly approached her, before grabbing on to the device with his ear and scurrying back to his partner's side.
Carlos however didn't seem all that thrilled with Mikemon's words. Get out of there? But...then what would have been the point of their fight? Sure, he wanted to get back to safety but he also wanted answers as to why this was happening.
"What? But Doc, I don't want to leave." The man complained, seemingly attempting to get up but clearly being too weak to even move anymore. He certainly had strenght to keep complaining though, "I-I want to know who's behind this, and why. I can't do that from a bed at the Library!" Were his protests coming from a place of genuine curiosity and sense of duty? Or was he merely delirious? It was rather tough to tell, really.
Wheter his complains would be heard or not mattered little anyways, as Dio finally looked away from the small device's screen and shouted at the Mikemon.
"Doctor, it's time!"
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Post by D-Reaper Scout on Dec 11, 2018 1:23:46 GMT
Honestly, Mikemon could care less about the fate of the Witchmon for now. He'd loaded Digimon before, and without context, what the MeiCrackmon did was simply a 'background' event for now. No, the doctor's attention remained entirely on Carlos' wounds, that shadow stitching carefully working its way to repair the worst of the wounds. Of course, that kept Carlos' wound open...
... And as Carlos protested, Mikemon merely glared in response. "Alright, listen. Whitewater is holding a position right now, to defend the Village of Beginnings. Terminus is trying to secure the situation from the south, and is steadily reclaiming the enemy's territory. This is war, now - not some fucking afternoon movie thriller where you get to stick around because you want to. Now I'm going to spend the next six hours repairing your ribcage and your stomach, and I'm not doing that from a service tent."
His words were deep, and brutal - as soon as Dio spoke, that azure portal opened up once more.
"Mae, Dio, we're leaving. Actually, Mae, help me carry him on through..."
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Post by Mae on Dec 11, 2018 2:52:26 GMT
"...I can't do that. Not in good conscience. War or not..." The cat growled. "If I want those visions to not come to pass, I need to intervene." No. Nonono. While it was true that this may be a bit bigger than Mae had anticipated, actually, no, a lot bigger? The cat protested leaving just as much as Carlos did.
Though, was she of sound mind? Maybe not in this form. But she was certainly not delirious. "So, forgive me for this." Mae spoke...as she broke out into a sprint. Not towards the portal. But away from it. Towards where she was hearing sounds.
This was probably the single most selfish thing the cat had ever done--or attempted to do. But she made her decision.
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Post by Carlos Rey on Dec 12, 2018 0:08:57 GMT
Mikemon's rather harsh words didn't so much knock sense into the man as much as jammed it right into his brain like an ice pick. Carlos fell silent, sighing and cursing under his breath, but didn't do much more than that. As much as he hated it, as much as it hurt to admit it...the Doctor was right, and even if he wasn't Carlos really wasn't in any shape to disagree. Didn't kept him from asking something else though.
"Is K fighting too?" He asked, rather out of nowhere. He knew what was the most likely answer, considering Vander Tower was relatively close, and well...getting involved in large scale conflicts like that was a rather K thing to do. Hell, knowing the sheer scale of the conflict, he could only imagine more people he knew were involved. He now had more questions than answers, but was a bit too tired to really formulate any of them.
That said...it seemed Mae was also not as willing to get out of the danger zone. In fact, she was certainly not going to stay put, as she quickly sped off into the distance, much to Dio's ever growing distress.
"Wait! Don't go!" But it was too late, the Meicrackmon was not going to stop, and Dio had no hope to catch up to her.
"...damn it." The small blob cursed, looking down and miserable. With a determined look on his face however, he'd turn back around and begin actually shoving the man's side, trying his damnest to help Carlos back on his feet, or at the very least push him to the portal. "Come on you dork, you are not staying here!"
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