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Post by Cross on Feb 18, 2019 2:06:01 GMT
"I'm afraid too." The burning husk of a god plummeted towards the earth dead, dying, riddled with the thousand fragments of a demon dragon's core. It's form a fiery radioactive star as it plunged through the sky leaving a burning trail like the ghostly husks of it's once pale wings. But fire had burned snow white feathers black and crimson eyes grew dark as golden data unraveled. Two lights breaking away to shoot across the horizon towards a distant village as the form began to disintegrate. Even as it's broken body impacted the jungle floor in a massive fiery boom leaving behind a trail of destruction and a darkened smoking crater that crackled with red data and radiation so heavy that as the sun began it's slow descent the impact site glowed. What remained in those glowing cinders...
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Post by Dr. Mikemon on Feb 18, 2019 2:28:22 GMT
... Was, perhaps, not for the faint of heart to see.
Even as they predicted the trajectory of the Solarimon's descent, Mikemon felt his heart sink into his chest. At the center of everything, a brave few managed to scrape together a force to fight the beasts overtaking the forest - a task that required both grit and sacrifice. The doctor's suspicions were already creeping on him: two lights returning to Primary Village?
For the love of god... please don't let it be her. Please don't let it be her.
The explosion roared out, charring the vegetation to a hardened crater underneath. As the ground's shaking began to calm, a portal tore open in the space, a familiar doctor rushing straight on out. He peered over the edge of the crater, already straining his eyes to sense for the data signature within.
You're Syre's aunt. K's accomplice. My friend. Please don't let it be you... this world's hurt you enough!
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Post by Cross on Feb 18, 2019 3:07:13 GMT
The crater was deep, it's bottom scraping bed rock as red plaque crawled over the edges of the damage, crimson static dancing like lightning through the smoke. Had the Doctor a Geiger-counter it would have been singing. The needle pushing over 10krad. A fatal dosage.
If anything human lurked within that smoke and ash it was long since dead. Any attempts to ping Cassandra's digivice were met with static and silence. Yet the data, both the Gods, and Demon Dragon's shifted where it blanketed the area like a cloud slowly orbiting the crater as it was drawn inward. Pulled into that molten cradle as within it's blackened depths something sparked as a signal raked across Mikemon's senses.
Powerful. Unnatural. W̸̢̗̗̭̦̼͇̬͕͆̿͆͆́̈̔̚͜ͅr̴̡̖͈̗̙̎̀̈́̌͑̀͘͝ǫ̶͚̟͚͈͙͖̼̬̇̏̆̈́ͅn̴͍͕̼͍̟̅͒̄̊̑̌̌̕͠ğ̸̨̲̦͙̪̪͇̽̏̍̒̍.
And horrifyingly, disturbingly, familiar...
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Post by Dr. Mikemon on Feb 18, 2019 3:13:10 GMT
"Ugh..."
Even a slight breath of the smoke from this crater sent his throat and lungs into revolt, a sharp and heavy burn radiating through the champion's body. He could even feel it on his skin, glancing right past his fur in a sharp amount. The remnants of the Megidramon's data coursed straight on through - without his focused eyes, he might have assumed that this place was just a grave.
But there was something else, something deeper. This scarred data was being drawn in by something, that realization causing a 'tsk' to click past the cat's teeth.
The data felt wrong. It felt wretched, it felt horrid, but he knew he had to press on. He slipped into the crater, feeling the earth itself splinter into dust as he slid on down, to look for the marred figure within, gently pulling away parts of that fragmented earth.
I know this. This signal... but still...
He wanted to be wrong.
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Post by Cross on Feb 18, 2019 3:48:01 GMT
The screaming came first. An unearthly, unholy shriek that seemed to pierce not only the cat's ears, but his mind scraping across his thoughts in an alien cry of agony and pain even as the rubble shifted. Data slick, chitin like metal claws piercing the rocks as in the darkness something dragged itself from the depths. The screaming shifting to muffled sobbing as the vaguely humanoid, metallic armor like frame of the creature seemed to hunch in on itself rocking softly. It looked like a Reaper. That is if you took off the first two layers leaving only smooth fibrous metal the structure of which resembled the skinless data frame of a flayed digimon as it clutched it's clawed hands to it's chest and cried. Breathless broken sobs bubbling up from it's throat in Cassandra's voice.
Even as the remnants of the Soveriegn's data coalesced around it's body. The pure golden data crawling over it's form as the screaming began in truth then. "�̵̮̗͙̂͑̿̀̆͝︎̴̧̡̲̳̲̯̺͚̞̺̘͔̤̍̊͑̈͝●̴̨̪̳̯̮͎̤̰̞̳̄͗̾̍̌︎̷̨̗̻̘̫̜̣̣̎♏̵̬̮͎̘̩̫͔̤̗̟͑̂͗̀͜͜͜͜ͅ︎̶̦͙̤̹̭̠̲̀̉͗́̇̄̽͒̄̿͆̂̄͘͠♋̸̡̝͖͓̘̤̺̼̮̑͂̆͑͂̇̽͌̋͌̓͜͜︎̸̢̰̩̭̦̪̎̎̾͌̑͋̿̽⬧̷̥̹̰̭͇̃̋̅͊͂̎̃͑̚̚͘︎̵̨̞̠̳̑̒̏́̃͗́̕ͅ♏̴̰̜̻̜͕̠̱̻͙̟͎͔͐̽̀̉͆͜︎̵͉̫̙̬̗͇͔̤͍̗͚͖̳̯̐̎̃̔͗̓͗̇ͅ ̵̢̛̝͉̖̰̖͉̱̈́͌͋̊̔͋͠■̵̢̻̮͍̝̝̥̊̑͂͐̓͐̏͑̕͝͠︎̷̧̗̻̞̼̘̹̞͎̯̭͇͓̙̔͛͛̉͆̄ͅ□̵̨̭̭̤͖̺̞͙̺̮̙̣͌̿͊̔̿̏͆̉̈́͒͋̉̎̕ͅ︎̵̢̼͇͍̩̙̻̯̞̞̹͎̥̩̓͠" The creature begged it's desperation ripping through Mikemon's mind as it at writhed clawing at itself.
"�̸̨̢̥̮̪̱͔͈͖͛̔̊͝︎̷̜̪̟͍̼͕͇̪́̄̈́̑͛̇́̍ͅ●̸̨̖̠̠̱̠͙̖̝̻̥̰̫̳̈̀͐͗̑̉̿͝︎̷̡̳̼͉̲͎̥͓͖̪͆̓͋̈̌͐͋̚͠͠♏̶̡͕̺̮̪̥͕̥͇̬̫̬̆͐͊̇̀̈́͌͜︎̶̨̨̢̩̭͈̞̘͔̮͗̒̏̈́͊͊̑̎͝♋̷̨̡͍̞̟̯̘̱̹̦͍̥̗͊̂͑͌̋̾͂̓̚︎̸̬̬̯͙͙͍̟͖̥̼͉̙̜͊͋ͅ⬧̶̨̛̛̞͔̤̩̜͈͍̠͙͕͉̟̇̌̀̍̒̎̓̃̐̏͠ͅͅ︎̵̳̞̺͉̭̗͖̱̥̉̅̍̈́̚͘͝ͅ♏̷͎̭͓̐̆͜︎̴̡̡̺͕̫͓̫́́͐͋̓̃͐͑̎̌̓̀͆͝͝ͅ ̶͉̼͍̩̉̈́̊̽͗̐̀̅̅̓̐͘♓̷̡̙̺̻̘͇̮̙͈͎̤̪̝̅̈́̂̔͌̇︎̶̡͚̥̻͓̭̜̈́̍̐͂͆̈́͂̒̿͑̕�̴̢̡͓͕̯͎̙̱̬̱̗̭̋̈�̷̢̛̤͖͈͈͓̤͉͎̬̤̍̏̾̀͋̆͊̚͝ͅ︎̵̙͍͙͌̿̈❍̵̛͖͉̲̣͍͔͕̟̞͊̋͆̋͒̑͐̇̔̉̂̂͝ͅͅ︎̸̢̖̜̠̙̟̯̰̮͓̼̉͌̈́̉̉̊̎̆̈́̍͗͑͘ͅ ̶̝̝̣̰̮͎́͆̍̒̔͌̓͊͘͘͠■̷̦͇͈̳͆̓͐͊́̓̆́︎̵̡̭̙̱͎̣͍̯̤͕̼̈͒̃̍̔□̴̡͉͍̦͎͉͚͋︎̷̟̜͊̾͌̽̒̈́͒͂̃̚͠⧫̸̞͍̞̣̝̝̠̦̦͎̩͖̹͎̃͊͜︎̸̡̲̟͕͒̓͂̇̋̐̄͝ ̷̟̘̻̬̞̎̿̈́́̔͐̑●̴̯̟̮̪̥̣̋͛͘︎̵̨̺̪̳̟̼̺̬̮̩͙̥̬̈́♓̵̢̩̯̘͛͝︎̸̢̡͙͚̞̠͕̫̗͉̺̳̲͇̏͊́̄̅̈̑̆̓̎͗̿̕̕͜͝�̷̰̰̣̪̼̭̘͙̫̼͖̙̻̄͐͂̆̃̌͑͐̂̇͐̀̃͘͜͝�̵̠̦̰̤͍͍̙̼̳͎͔̳̓̆͑̋̂♏̵̡̺̝̳͓̟̮̜͖̿̃̎̀︎̸̣͖̞̙͚͚̭̀̒̿̓͐͂̓̋̽͆́̿̕ ̸̡̛̟̖̖̦̹̺̖̻͎̫̤͌̔̆͂̒̌͐̓̇̌̈́͜͜⧫̶̧̘͇̭̫͓̞͑̒̚͠︎̶̢̣̠̻̤̮̯̞̣̰͍̬̘͖͓̆͋̆̎̒♒̴̧͔͉̻̭̙̱͚͕̯̤͎͎̮͈͆̾︎̷̨̢͉̦̥̀̄̒́͒͌̈́̈͌͠♏̸͓͇̲͈̩̦̘̱̙͈̪̂̂́̏̎͜ͅ︎̷̜̭̦̩̲̙̼̺̥̎̈́͜ ̶̧̢̘̼̪̮̤͙̜͓̖̮̱͙́̎̉̋̓̿͒̎͋͝͝□̸͍̙̠͎͙̗͗͐̍̋̃̈́͊͗̋̃̚͠︎̷͔͈̟̹̠̆́́̄̽͘̕⧫̵̟͇̦͉̈́͒͊̓͌͜͠︎̷̧̂͝ͅ♒̷̢̪̳͍̙̺͈̼̣̩̩͓͚̥̯̾̈͒̄̈́̍̃̑͗͌͛̅̚͝︎̴̜̈̏͊̊̌̒̕♏̵͕̺͚͖̥̾︎̶̛͔̤̥̤̱͈͇̯̭͕̱̑́̂̏̍̑̊͋͂͌̂͝❒̴̡̡͍͈̺͍͕̓̿̂͆̓͋́͆̂̍͠︎̴̨̢̨̛̮͓̩̣̖̀́̔̑̿̍͗͠ ̶̯̼͗̏͌̚□̶̢̧͇̤̼̠̖͎̹̥̲͉̉̑̀͌͝︎̷̢͍̠̹͖̙͖̂̉̾̐̄͗͆̂͗͒̌̆̐■̸̧̞̯̤̮̥̱̗̳̳̦̭͍͛̀̆̔̊̃̌̈́̍͠︎̴̨̟̤̟̲̠͇̈́̄̀̀̃͊̊̄̾͘♏̵̡̛̩̳̗̀̔̔̄̓̃̂͒͛͊͘͝͝︎̴̡̣̲̥̙̗̬̰̯̤͌͛̈́̔́̇!" It sobbed out as the Sovereign data slowly, but surely began to strangle it's signal.
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Post by Dr. Mikemon on Feb 18, 2019 5:26:23 GMT
"Oh god..."
Oh god, why? Mikemon's eyes looked on in abject horror at the humanoid struggling below - a horrific, skinless, moving corpse struggling in the throes of molten rock and fire, the metallic structure masked by the red, fibrous tissue around it. Instantly, Mikemon knew it: Cassandra's screams, Cassandra's garbled words.
She was in pain. Her shrieks, her begging, the sound scraping in his mind compelled him to action, immediately running forth to look at the girl's addled state. His mind raced, Mikemon swearing deeply as he opened up a portal right next to them. "C'mon..." He grasped underneath, cradling this misshapen form, and rushed through the portal.
To his office. Amidst the shocked eyes of a Stingmon.
"Stingmon. Stingmon, prepare the table."
"Doctor, she's-"
"I said prepare the fucking table! Mikemon's words bolted out, and the Stingmon did not object - immediately, this struggling form would be laid on a cart, strapped on in, and rolled out according to Mikemon's wishes.
"To the freezer. Now. Get a stand and my tools on the ready. Set a timer for twenty-five minutes."
"Greed..." The insect sighed, and nodded. Two minutes were all that were needed to set up, and in that time, Mikemon would reach into his glove, slipping a pill between his fangs.
Don't worry, Cassandra. And forgive me for this - but I'm about to pry the doors of hell open to get you out!
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Post by Cross on Feb 18, 2019 5:58:32 GMT
The Reaper's form seemed to shift their data burning Mikemon's paws as he slipped them under the creatures arms dragging it forward from the rubble towards the portal as it bled data and ichor screaming it's shifting vocal chords raw as it struggled. Blindly at first as it's vision seemed to shift with it's mutating form. First two eyes, then no eyes, then six eyes, then four, all blurring burning crimson. Those glowing orbs weeping tears of blood as it bared it's fangs in agony leaving a trail of red in it's wake as the Cat dragged it forward and heaved the creatures battered and gasping form onto a gurney. The restraints though didn't last, seared away as the Reapers volatile data ate at it like acid. The base of the creature's feet where the Sovereign data had begun to crawl it's searing way up it's legs turning grey and stiffening. The stone like texture the same shade as the statues themselves before they awakened. Leaving the half insane creature in terror as agony gave way to death like nothingness.
The heavy psychic weight of it's fear nearly a physical weight on the minds around it as it struggled in it's death throes. The nascent warped core Mikemon could see forming within the skeletal ribs of it's chest spinning up with it's horror. Causing it's signal to spike. Broadcasting it's pain and dread like a siren song of anguish as the feeling went out of it's fingers.
"❄̸̢̨̝̘̥̺̼̳̲̹̲̲̭̻͍̬́̽͊̐̉͘͠͠︎̸̨̢̡̡͖̞̤̣̮̜̟̩̠̪̘̟̗̩̯̀̈́͜♒̸̡̨̺̠͉̹̫̫̳͍͕͍̈͊̀̈́̈́̎͊̓͘͝︎̶̢̨͔͕̮̫̞͖͉͕̤̺͈̘̘͖͊̋̑͐͑͋͋͗̂̇͘̚♏̸̢̢̧̢͖̝̩͖͕̤̪̞̠̥̜̟̬̼̠̞̓͂̾̇̆͑͘︎̵̨̜̰̖̫͔͍̞̟̲̻̒̇̎̌͜⍓̵̢̧͙̟͉̰̩̤̩̰̥̥̳̥̩͙̪͉̤̐͆́̑̒̚͜͝͠ͅ︎̸̤̥̻̲̎̎̀͂̏͗͂̓͒̈́̚͝͝͠�̷̭͈̞̼̳͖͔̭̘̭̝̭̹̲͂̈͌̇̎̅͛̈̈́̅͒̕̚͜�̵̡̧̨̱̤̜̰͙̠̙͓͙̰̫̗͕̝̥̗͚̀̎͗̄̇̀̿̈́͂͊͋̄͆̓̊̔͝︎̷̛̣̤̲̫̣̣̟̘͖̤̮̹̥͔́̌̎̈͛̍̔̈̔͌̊́̐̑̇̒́❒̶̢̨̨̥̠̞̪̘̟͓͕̫̳̜̲̉̑͛͂̃̀̋̅̑̄͑̏̈͌͐͝͝͝͝͠︎̵̛͉̮̦̙̤̺̠̜̘̣͈͇̉̌̋̂̊̃͒̇̈̑͋̑͋̇̈͛̕̕͝♏̷̨̧̲̱͚͇͈̭̰̐̀̃̀̎̓͌̔̀̿̀̕̕͝͝︎̶̞̖͓̳̦̟̜̯͎͚̹̰̙̘̻̜̫̮̦̯͂̂́̒̓̔̐̅͛̀̏͘ ̵̛̗͇̩̥̜̪̺͕͎͎̘̹̩̥̹̫̀͐͂̿͑̈́̄̇́͂̃̋̑̈́̑͗͘͘͝ͅͅ�̵̡̡̢̛͖͔̯͖̳̫̦̱̦͕̜̻̮̽̆̅̀́̑͂͋̄̊̀͑͘͘͝͠�̷̨̢̫̯̬̞̦̘̮͌́̊♓̸̢̜͚͔͌͊͆̐̿͑́̈̀͒̒͊̍͛̐̾͗͜ͅ︎̷̟͍͓̻̾͒̂̈̈́͋●̵̛̙̮̲̤̖͓̎̀̈́̍͝︎̸͍͕̤̯̈́̊̔̔͋͑̆̓̀͒●̸̨̡͕͓͎͓̗͔̜̩͖̻̱̫͔̟̙̑͗͗̈́̔͑͂͑̾͛̈̍̋̀͘͘̕̚͝͝͠︎̵̧̨̢̻͔̺̫̅̀̈́͜♓̶̡̛̝̦̰̪̠̯̭̲̠͇̙͑͋̂̾͆̌̌̄̉̈́̆́͂͒̔̋̃͋̅︎̷̢̟̫̲̦̱̖̩͔̯͎͎̜̹̤͐̕͝■̷̨̧̨̛͇̙̲̙̩͈̬̙̹̝̜̤̈́̒̉͒̾̓̍̓̋̚͘͝͝ͅ︎̵̨̜̼̼͖̤̹̼̗̅̿̍̉̾͋̃̊̅͛̀̑̊̾͝ͅ♑̸̧͓̬̳̫̮̘̮͍́͆́̏̅̀̏͝︎̶͈͑̂̈́̈̍͌͒̓̓͗̋̕̕͝͝͝ ̴̥̞͕̥͚̮̟͊̏̊͋̿̊͒̈̉̉͛̈́̄̀͌̓̀̍͘͝͝❍̶̼̞̮͘ͅ︎̵̯͕͔̜̲̳͕̰͔͙͕̖͉̂̔̇̄͘͘♏̶̢̛͉̱̞̳̩͖̹̜͇͉̬̮̼͕̙̫̠͔̗͉̋̿̓̈́͂̋́́̑̔̿̐͌̑̕͝︎̶̡̙̱̟̣̯̅͐̾͗͋̈͗̈́̇̒̓͝"
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Post by Dr. Mikemon on Feb 18, 2019 6:21:33 GMT
She's burning through the bindings?
Tch! Mikemon grit his teeth, both in anger and desperation at the rapidly deteriorating situation before his eyes. The issue was twofold: one, the rapid petrification of his patient's addled body, and two, the inability to even use a knife properly in this environment. Both presented unique issues, and unfortunately, Mikemon only had a direct answer to the second. As the Stingmon carted the tools in, the cat's mind raced.
He swallowed that pill, and placed his hands right over that cart. "Greedy Hand!"
Yes - he borrowed just a bit from Barbamon's power, briefly tapping his claw over each piece of stainless steel, a glittering golden instrument replacing each one in rapid order! "Stingmon. Use these - cut away the offending tendons, and start to correct the obvious damage. Major blood structures first."
As for the cat? He pressed both of his hands towards the center, right over Cassandra's core, a powerful healing aura spreading over both paws - using his healing energy to forcibly try and correct Cassandra's damaged core. He needed to both fix the flow and slow down the rate she was turning to stone. Essentially, through his strained eyes and intense focus, he intended to dictate the entire flow of data from Cassandra's core.
Stingmon, meanwhile, started around the chest and legs, the more corrosion-resistant golden tools proving much better for the job at hand. Hitting the ground that hard, well, there was plenty of 'general' damage to correct...
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Post by Cross on Feb 18, 2019 6:40:40 GMT
Stingmom perhaps had the most difficult of tasks. While the golden tools had become much more corrosion resistant the creature's anatomy no longer resembled anything remotely normal. Instead having twisted into a bizarre and horrifying hybrid of Reaper, Digimon, and human with a mix of metal bones, fiber like metallic sinew, a spiderweb like data frame clinging over it's flesh as it shifted and tried to heal itself where bits were torn or had mutated to deal with what appeared to be severe radiation burns.
The issue with Mikemon's task of attempting to stabilize the creatures core however was the fact that there shouldn't be one. The core itself resembling a Digimon's somewhat in appearance, but was wholly Reaper in function as it pulsed and fought against Mikemon's control causing his patient to writhe their screams turning soundless as their vocal chords gave out from the pain. Though it seemed at least in fighting him the Doctor had slowed the Reaper's mutation forcing it's form to stabilize and concentrate on one thing at a time unable to fight both Mikemon as it formed and maintain it's ever shifting appearance.
Though with the Reaper's body no longer constantly adapting and changing the petrification seemed to only increase steadily moving up the legs as it turned ankle and calf to stone. The tips of the fingers of the thing that once might have been and might still be Cas turning grey as it crawled up her fingers darkening her palms and locking her wrists into place unmoving where the restrains had failed as their tears seemed to increase anew falling from their cheeks to pepper the metal of the table with a soft hiss as they ate through the metal.
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Post by Dr. Mikemon on Feb 18, 2019 23:55:46 GMT
"Tch..."
Difficult, yes - insurmountable, no. Having been Mikemon's assistant for cycle upon cycle, the insect type had already dealt with a large array of skeleton structures (or lack thereof), and could at least make sense of what he was seeing before him. More concerning than the structure was the nature of the damage.
Scalding hot burns. And right now, they had no real way to graft it, and had to rely entirely on the doctor's healing.
"I'll stem the damage done to the chest cavity. You need to think of something fast."
"No shit, Stingmon."
Damn it... damn it, this was bad. He had managed to somewhat regulate Cassandra's data flow, but it was no longer enough to support her whole body. Her legs and hands had already started to atrophy, turning to a dusty stone. He grit his teeth.
At this rate, even with all of Barbamon's power, there was nothing the cat could do. He clenched his eyes shut, racking his brain... only to feel it. To finally feel that strange energy slipping past his fingers, one that didn't belong to a Digimon nor a reaper.
The data of the divine.
He grit his teeth, treading on unfamiliar ground. But what choice did he have? He spiked his data signal, no longer trying to control or stem the flow, but instead donating everything he could to the Sovereign's flow.
Damn it. If you can hear me - if you can take pity on a Demon Lord, then save this woman!
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Post by Cross on Feb 19, 2019 1:11:17 GMT
The Reaper's limbs as Mikemon realized weren't atrophying. The stone that crept over it's form was not a curse, but a cocoon. The Sovereign data weaving itself thickly over the struggling creatures form like the Doctor would graft skin to flesh melding with it's body and smothering the horrific signal as it changed. Softening into a strange discordant note Neither entirely Reaper nor God as the psychic screaming fell silent as the stone crawled over the creatures chest encasing her throat. Silencing her as red eyes wide with fear Cassandra became one of the very statues she'd fought to save.
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Post by Dr. Mikemon on Feb 19, 2019 1:23:22 GMT
Cocoon, dust, what did it matter? If the process wasn't reversible, it might as well be the same!
But... damn it. Damn it, there were no other ideas. All Mikemon could do was lend his power to the Ebonwumon's divine energy. Slowly, his consciousness drifted away from the situation at hand, the sounds of Cassandra's struggling and Stingmon's words fading to the background.
He simply focused.
Seeing the countless veins of data stretched out into her body, exuding his own influence to each and every crevasse - to even help lead the Sovereign's data where it didn't know where to go.
Here, in the height of panic, he'd never felt more in-tune with a patient.
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Post by Cross on Feb 19, 2019 2:01:13 GMT
Beneath Mikemon's hands the data shifted smoothing out beneath the stone like exterior as it seemed to pluck notes from the Cat's own donated energy as the signal changed mingling into something new and strange. Gradually the Doctor could feel the Reaper growing dormant, it's data swallowed up and sealed within this new shell. It's core slowing it's spin. The pulses growing weaker and weaker as it seemed to be forced into a state of almost suspended animation.
Then something sparked within those depths... and for a moment Greed could feel it. Feel the soft tug on his core as it drank deep. Lapping at the power he spilled like blood upon an altar into the statues depths and with a crack of stone that core beneath his hands went into overdrive. Spiderweb like fissures fracturing beneath his palm as red light pooled from them like ichor, the psychic pressure once more increasing. Ratcheting up until it was like needles raking over their minds before the stone gave way with a muffled *boom* peppering the walls with gravely shrapnel as dust turned the air gray and the lights gave out with a pop and crackle of static. The gurney tearing with the sound of twisting metal as something moved in the dust raking claws over the acid burned remains of the metal.... as a trio of crimson eyes blinked open in the darkness.
Their pupils barely pinpricks.
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Post by Dr. Mikemon on Feb 19, 2019 2:13:41 GMT
Her body would turn to stone, and her core would slow to a halt.
Mikemon would hold his breath, feeling his heart skip a beat. In that one moment, the tensity in that room seemed impenetrable - and in the next?
In the next, came a miracle. He felt his own donated data pour deep into Cassandra's frame, the sudden pull almost threatening to draw him straight in, but he maintained. The core started to spin, and the stone gave way, first with a fracture then a 'pop', the cat merely closing his eyes to keep out the dust as he pressed on further. The body below them moved once more, those unnatural eyes staring back into his own.
"That's right. Come back to me." Greed's own voice rang out, the Mikemon keeping his focus right on her core. "Stingmon! Move your ass - if we lose her after all this I'm tearing your head off!"
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Post by Cross on Feb 19, 2019 2:43:16 GMT
Instinct kicked in first as a ragged hiss tore its way up from the creatures throat as it bared wicked pearl white fangs in a silent snarl. It's trio of eyes flicking rapidly over the room unseeing as it search in blind panic for the most plausible exit as Cassandra fought to stand. Swaying like a punch drunk fighter on it's legs as it's claws scrabbled over the ruined remains of the Doctor's work station and ripped flooring as it bristled trying in vain to puff itself up under the weight of a strangely familiar, but all too powerful signal. Straightening as it lashed out with it's long sinuous tail to reveal the sleek and strangely feminine form of a Beelzemon as it towered over the feline Doctor. "G̵͇̤̊͒͌̿̎ṙ̶̥̺͓̽e̶̲̹̓̑̓̆͘e̶͓͖̥̤̬̎͘̚d̴̮͔̼̺̯̍͗͘͠..." She hissed with a low guttural snarl like raking claws on metal the discordant twang of the Reaper wrought into every word
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