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A Forced Advent [Cassandra]
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Post by Cross on Nov 26, 2018 4:34:33 GMT
"Cloak," Cas rasped out, "Come here." The Doctor beckoned as the Mega hesitated before slowly they took a step forward, then then next before they couched had bowed before their Tamer.
"What where you thinking?" Cas whispered reaching out to run her hands lightly over the Samurai's battered helmet taking his face into her hands as she stepped close. Her fingers glossing over unfeeling the ridges of his plates as the tension slowly bleeds from the Tactimons form as he wraps his arms about her waist burying his face against her stomach.
"I owed Mikemon a debt." Cloak spoke voice muffled against the fabric and flesh of his Tamer.
"What he asked of you isn't worth tearing yourself apart to please him." Cas assured him, but the Tactimon merely shook his head.
"No, but you are." He whispered soft and low as Cassandra sighed.
"I don't approve of this." She murmured, but knew what was done was done as she activated her D-terminal phoning a certain Doctor associate of hers.
"Mikemon. Please come to collect your daughter." Cas requested, the devastation of the scenery behind her enough to speak of how wrong or right the encounter had gone. "I'm not sure what sort of emotional state she is in, but she is alive." The Doctor added after a moment of thought.
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Post by Syre the BlackGatomon on Nov 26, 2018 4:59:25 GMT
... It was over.
If the Tactimon truly had an edge up on Cassandra, the Sistermon would have noticed by now, or Behemoth would have revved off to her aid. As it stood, though, nothing happened in the background, and it didn't seem as if any threat was on the horizon. Calming her data, Syre felt a faint light surround her body, the Digimon's form shrinking back into that of a BlackGatomon, a tail ring glinting in view.
Then - and only then - did Syre feel the pain. Immediately, she grasped her hands around her ribs, falling to her side as she huddled up. This one hurt. Not like the aches and pains of her spars with dad or Siris, but actually hurt, her ribs feeling like they were bruised within. Even still, almost defiantly, she managed to keep a level expression.
There wasn't sorrow in her eyes, no. She was angry. "Hm? Sounds like a lot more's happened then we planned..."
On the other side of the line, Mikemon's voice was somewhat frustrated, but he still managed a level response. "Alright. Send over the coordinates, and I'll be right over. Again. Sorry for pushing things this far."
There was a click, Cassandra left alone on her end.
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Post by Cross on Nov 27, 2018 0:10:07 GMT
"No. Just what was requested and what was expected." Cassandra replied, but the line went dead before she could say any more. Lifting her hands to gently knead her temples Cloak slowly rose from his crouch wary and uncertain of his Tamer's ire.
"You're angry." He whispered noting the tension that lined the Woman's shoulders.
"Not at you," Cas assured him with a sigh, "I'm angry at the situation. Angry that it's needed. Angry that I've become resigned to the violence and death." The Doctor explained grasping the Samurai's hand as she lead him from the smoke and ash and towards the distant hill where she spied Behemoth. Taking her time typing in their coordinates as she walked.
"You'll need to apologize to Syre." She spoke tone brooking no argument.
"I was out of line." Cloak agreed with a grimace.
"We knew this might happen though with you fighting alone and with...with her data. It's why Mikemon chose you." Cas muttered shaking her head as they crested the next hill.
"It doesn't make it right." The Tactimon rumbled out a dark sort of resigned acceptance to his tone as they neared the bike. The Mega's sharp eyes picking out the Black Gatomon's smaller form as he moved to hang back. Allowing Cas forward lest he scare the Cat further.
"Syre~" Cas called out hoping to coax her niece from around Behemoth.
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Post by Syre the BlackGatomon on Nov 27, 2018 1:14:58 GMT
Coaxing Syre would prove to be somewhat more difficult than Cassandra might have hoped.
Seeing the Tactimon stand placidly in the distance, as Cassandra spoke, Syre simply diverted her gaze down to her feet. Holding her arms around her ribs, the BlackGatomon found her ears almost flat against the back of her head, an obvious sign of agitation and frustration with the situation. Though she was caught up in the moment, it was obvious now: that black-armored Digimon was cloak, and Cassandra was in on this whole thing.
Cassandra - and even worse than that, the doctor. But she couldn't be mad at Cassandra - at least not as mad as she was at the other two. "Well. You three got what you wanted out of me, didn't you?" She gave a sigh, shaking her head, still trying to piece together her thoughts. But she didn't get up, didn't approach...
... And as the light of a portal opened up next to Cassandra, Syre slid her gaze even further away. It didn't take long for Mikemon to step through - seeing both her downtrodden daughter and just how somber this scene was. Mikemon grit his teeth, giving a small sigh, whispering to Cassandra: "Sorry about this. I'll get her home, at least..."
But it was worse than the doctor thought. As he gave a step forward, to gently put a hand on Syre's shoulder, she bared her fangs - and flashed her claws. The strike was sudden, the doctor stepping back, grasping at his now-notched right ear.
"Stay away from me! All of you!" Syre's voice bolted out, a glare given to each and every one of them! "Just stay the !#^& back!"
"..." Mikemon was at a loss for words, here. He'd told Cloak to be rough, yes, but how bad did it get?!
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Post by Cross on Nov 27, 2018 1:27:18 GMT
"Syre~" Cas murmured with a sigh, but made no move to approach. Instead the Doctor crouched low getting down on the cat's level as she held out a hand.
"I'm sorry." Cloak's low rumbled cut through the air between them before his Tamer could speak further. "I was perhaps not the best choice for this, but I was the only one your Father knew would be incapable of going easy on you. The only one capable of providing a real threat. That does not however make what was done right." The Tactimon apologized shoulders hunched as he gazed upon Syre with tired gold eyes. Right as Mikemon appeared.
"Mikemon wait~" Cas began only to wince at the flash of claws the cut so clean it had yet to bleed.
"Syre please. Your Father had the best intentions even if perhaps I don't agree with them. He just wants..." The Doctor spoke trailing off with a sigh. "He wants what every parent wants. For their children to be safe and strong."
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Post by Syre the BlackGatomon on Nov 27, 2018 1:42:41 GMT
This wasn't turning out well, not in the slightest. As could be expected, Tactimon's words were largely deflected: "Oh, c'mon. You could have stopped the moment I evolved, but no. I smelled too much like Greed to you, or something?" She wasn't having it.
Not with Tactimon, nor with her dad, the Mikemon too stunned to get out an immediate response. Cassandra's words rolled out, equally empty for the moment, as Syre portested: "So what, you force me to the edge of a cliff and instead of telling me to jump, push me off! Ugh, I've had enough of this..." And Syre, in her fury, knew exactly what she needed to do. Instead of staying to talk it out with the rest of them. the cat instead turned her attention to the bike, Behemoth, once more crawling back up onto the seat.
It was tempting to just grab the handles and gun it, but the cat actually took the time to butter the bike up: "And you. How about you help me get out of here? There's a nice upholstery shop just a few Trailmon stations down..."
Would that be enough? She reached an arm up, attempting to rev the engine...
"Syre, wait! I'm sorry, but... just hold on!"
He faltered in his voice, scanning her data, speaking aside to Cassandra: "She really should not be going out on her own, in that condition..."
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Post by Cross on Nov 27, 2018 2:10:57 GMT
"I'm not a good Mon Syre. Habits are hard to break." Cloak sighed out not even flinching at the Black Gatomon's anger though his eyes did widen as the cat suddenly scrambled onto the back of the metallic hellbeast Cas called a bike. The Doctor likewise growing alarmed as she made to lunge for the pair.
"Syre No!" Cassandra yelled, but she was too slow. With a low furious rumble that turned into a roar Behemoth took off. Accelerating so fast it likely nearly blew the cat right off the back of the bike as it quickly became very clear why the Doctor had tried to grab Syre and it wasn't because she was worried for her bike.
For while the demonic machine was compliant, almost loving towards it's mistress that did not change it's dark and rather vindictive nature. A nature Syre was about to become well acquainted with as it upped it's speed taking a hairpin turn into the low trees intent on scraping off it's unwanted passenger.
"Shit shit shit shit shit shit shit!" Cas cussed pulling up her bikes position on her D-terminal. "He won't eat her, but we may have to scrape her out of tree. You can only train a demonic sentient machine so much." The Doctor swore before taking off running.
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Post by Syre the BlackGatomon on Nov 27, 2018 2:29:33 GMT
"Syre!"
Catching on at practically the last moment - Cassandra's word a dead giveaway - Behemoth was off! The doctor looked on, practically aghast as that bike bolted away, Cassandra's words proving very much for concern. He was quick to peer over Cassandra's arm, and considering the situation, made no hesitation to improve to Mega, his feet kicking off the floor as he started to float. "Cloak, with me! We'll head them off in the woods!" Maybe if they could slow the bike down, Syre could more safely get off! Syre, for the first few seconds, found herself quite comfortably riding that bike, that heavy anger and sulking attitude weighing down her heart. What nerve, what betrayal! Honestly, she didn't know where she'd go from here... strike it on her own? Just make it long enough that dad got the point?
Right now, she just needed space. Keeping the wheel steady, she'd just make her way down-
"H-hey!" Damn it, what now! Syre found the bike lurch, barely managing to keep a grip on the handle-bars as the motorcycle tore right into the woods! She was caught off-guard - and quickly found herself buffeted by trees and branches, ducking her head to try and keep herself out of harm's way. Just what was this? Did it not think she was a proper rider?
"Alright, calm down! Pull over and I'll get off, you hunk of junk!"
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Post by Cross on Nov 27, 2018 3:22:05 GMT
"I swear I hate that thing." The Tactimon grumbled lunging forward towards the forest at Mikemon's behest easily passing his running Tamer who was left huffing along only pausing to scoop her up in stride.
"Too~ Too bad. I keep you around don't I!" Cas grumbled between panting breaths exhausted from trying to keep up with a pair of digimon with strides far larger then her own. "He seems to be looping through the forest. Ah that's not good~" The Tamer swore eyeing the lake the Bike was beelining for.
"Well at least it looks like he's going to toss her into the water." She muttered though that likely wasn't what Mikemon wanted to hear, but water at least meant a softer landing in Cassandra's book.
Syre's words could have, perhaps been, chosen with a little more care as the Bike let out a low furious snarl like the gnashing of metal teeth and gears as it picked a clearing and spun. Tearing up the earth around it with it's tires as it moved in a tight dizzying circle before taking off at full speed and doing it again likely jerking Syre this way and that if she didn't lose her lunch entirely. Before it broke through the brush onto the edge of a lake, wheels kicking up rocks, pebbles, and sand long the waters shore before it reared. Going into a sharp wheelie and then slammed on the breaks launching it's back chassis and likely it's 'rider' up into the air aiming to catapult the Black Gatomon right into the water.
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Post by Syre the BlackGatomon on Nov 27, 2018 3:33:58 GMT
This was just getting worse.
Behemoth, for one, was not built for a rider of Syre's size. As a BlackGatomon, she was already having trouble even taking her seat, simply holding onto the handlebars for dear life. However, she had already reached her 'major' trigger once before, the cat gritting her teeth as she brought together whatever energy she could.
It seemed that Mikemon's training was not for nothing: as Behemoth kicked into that wheelie, a bright flash of light shone right above, her form as a Sistermon taking hold once more. And like this? She was able to take full command of the handlebars, and even slip her feet down to their proper spot. Approaching that lake at full speed, Syre attempted to take full control of the ride, leaning and turning a hard right, to attempt to veer straight away from the lake. In her form, at least, she'd be a much more skilled rider than a mere BlackGatomon. "If we're lucky, at least!"
It was hard to catch up to Behemoth, especially through the foliage, but they were at least making decent headway. The light shone brightly off of Syre's second Digivolution - she was already able to control it so easily? Well... she was either going to hit that right turn just right, or Behemoth was going to fight her and send both tumbling into the lake!
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Post by Cross on Nov 27, 2018 3:46:32 GMT
The Bike was having none of this. Perhaps Syre had suddenly grown her evolution giving her greater strength and power, but Behemoth was an ancient vehicle and had not been known as a scourge of the Dark Area for nothing. Thus as the Sistermon jerked on the handlebars trying to force the bike away from the water the demonic machine didn't fight her. If anything it turned all the harder in her grip.
Laying itself down flat as they veered, it's full weight coming down to pin Syre to the ground beneath it knowing that the rocks and gravel would put not a single scratch of it's thick Digichrome armor. The same could likely not be said for the Sistermon. After all there was a reason a Behemoth was almost never seen with a rider. Most never survived their one way trips.
Though Cas, Cloak, and Mikemon were quite hot on the Bike's heels, not that Behemoth was truly trying to run from it's Mistress. Merely have itself a bit of fun before returning with the intention of scraping the cat off of a tree at least until Syre had called it a hunk of junk. Now, should Syre remain grounded or have fallen off from the sudden skid the Bike would right itself easily shaking off the dirt and dust before rumbling forth in Cas's direction. Content with the mayhem it had wrought.
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Post by Syre the BlackGatomon on Nov 27, 2018 5:31:24 GMT
"That's it - gah!"
Damn it, what was this bike? One hard turn was all it took for it to seemingly tip, spinning a harsh skid into the mud as it pinned the Sistermon against the ground! Already rattled from before, that sudden fall quickly reminder her of her old bruises, practically crumpling onto the spot where she sat.
It easily gave enough time for the rest of the group to catch up, Mikemon gritting his teeth: "SYRE!" Forget the chase, forget that cut! He rushed up - soon kneeling over a fallen BlackGatomon, as her form shrunk in a thin veil of white light. He checked her frame, eyes scanning her data, even as those golden eyes stared back at him. "Stay-"
"You can hate me when we get home, alright? He called over his shoulder: "Cassandra, bandages!" His attention quickly returned back to the BlackGatomon, careful spots of healing energy focused on her wounded ribcage. "Know I would never let this happen to you unless it was absolutely necessary. Alright?"
"Dad..." Ugh, she didn't have the energy to argue. Right now, she just relented to the healing, resting a paw over her eyes. "Never again. Never."
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Post by Cross on Nov 27, 2018 5:39:20 GMT
"On it~" Cas replied digging through her kit even as Cloak set her down as she pulled out the much needed bandages as she ran. Behemoth hot on her heels even as she knelt down next to Syre carefully feeling along the cats ribs with a wince.
"It doesn't look like there are any punctures, but she's not more then a few breaks. We'll need to immobilize her till your down healing her. Try not to talk Syre." The Doctor ordered even as she worked on doing just that. The Demonic motorcycle nudging the nose of it's chassis insistently against her back. Forcing Cas to half turn with a sigh and push the Bike back a bit where it proceeded to let out a sulking growl.
"Oh don't give me that. You knew exactly what you were doing." Cassandra grumbled, but pet the front of it's chassis all the same before returning back to work. Leaving the Demonic machine to creep backwards with the air of a pout as it skulked over towards Cloak.
"Don't even try kissing up to me. We both know who your Mistress is. The second she comes around you'll go back to running over my foot every time she pays more attention to me then you." The Tactimon grumbled inching to the side lest Behemoth get any ideas and decided to do just that.
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Post by Syre the BlackGatomon on Nov 27, 2018 5:49:45 GMT
Fortunately, the damage wasn't overly severe - in that it wasn't the worst that the Mikemon had ever seen, anyway. A few fused bones later - as well as a careful mix of medicine and bandages wrapped around her torso - and Syre would be made stable, rested carefully on the ground.
Then, and only then, did Mikemon step back. He took a seat, his ear instinctively twitching at a breeze in the wind, only to wince and bring a hand right up to the right side of his head. "Damn it... that's going to leave a notch isn't it..." He briefly muttered to himself, giving a glance down at the BlackGatomon. It seemed that she was simply exhausted of energy - not 'unconscious', but having slipped into a nap shortly after her healing session.
Well... perhaps that was for the best. Mikemon gave a sigh, then a nod towards Cassandra.
"... Sorry you had to see the worst of what we do."
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Post by Cross on Nov 27, 2018 6:33:05 GMT
"Take a seat Mikemon. It won't be the first time I've stitched your ear up." Cas murmured settling herself down on a fallen tree her voice soft so as to not wake Syre as she motioned for Mikemon to join her. Digging through her kit she carefully opened up a sterilized needle and thread before doing her friend the favor of numbing the area with a small injection before she began her work. Gently gripping the case of the cats ear to keep him from instinctively flicking it as she stitched the wound closed.
"I won't...I can't say I'm ok with it, but I understand your reasoning. We both know Cloak doesn't have the restrictions others might have in regards to pushing her to the limit she needed to reach." The Doctor murmured glancing up to check on her own partner who had drifted to settle beneath a tree gold eyes watching in regards to their surroundings.
"I just wish it wasn't needed." Cas mourned tying off her stitches as she cleaned her hands and put away the contaminated needle for later disposal. Before reaching out with a tired sigh to thread her fingers through the fur atop her friends head. Petting Mikemon gently even if she could not feel the softness of his coat.
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