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Post by Cross on Feb 22, 2019 17:03:30 GMT
Cassandra sighed her eyes going half-lidded once more as she relaxed tilting her head this way and that at Stingmon's insistence. A model patient in all appearances though there was conflict within the depth of her eyes and when the Bug straightened to move away she stopped him with a light hand on his arm.
"Can you get him something for the nightmares? Sometimes he... sometimes he has nightmares and doesn't sleep well." She implored voice soft, and gaze searching her grip tightening on Stingmon's arm briefly before she released him. There wasn't much more she could say or do confined to bed as she was. A part of her resented Mikemon's pain. Would have rather died then put him in pain, but she knew doing nothing would have hurt him more than any pill or injury. Another part of her wondered if she'd ever be able to pay him back, but friends didn't hold debts.
Though the low rumble of her stomach quickly cut through her thoughts as hunger stabbed through her gut like a knife as she caught a wiff of the food. Ignoring the apple and banana she went straight for the sandwich scooping it up readily fangs parted mid-bite before she froze. She hadn't had any iron pills since she'd woken and she craved meat and metal like crazy, but her medicine had likely been destroyed in...in whatever put her here. With no pills to cut the food with the Beelzemon paused remembering all too well the countless days spent sick, her body rejecting it's last meal, as she subsisted off tea and crackers till she'd figured out how to cut small bits of food with meds to allow her to eat without harm.
Glancing towards Stingmon and Syre she tentatively nibbled a corner of the sandwich taking a small bite and swallowing as she waited. When the action was followed by no immediate feeling of roiling nausea she took another slow bite The flavor of the food on her tongue nearly startling after such a long time of everything she ate tasting like metal and ash.
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Post by Syre the BlackGatomon on Feb 22, 2019 19:36:10 GMT
"Unfortunately," the Stingmon sighed, "the best he can take right now is a simple fever reducer. But at the very least, the dream he has tonight will be far different than his usual set."
At any rate, Dr. Cross was both a model patient and one with a relatively clean bill of health. Seeing her reach for that sandwich - a simple ham, salami, and cheese setup - he'd look on at Cassandra's surprise. Ah, right - it wouldn't just be the taste, but her sense of smell and even touch. It had been so long that even the normalcy of it all shocked her. Heck, it had been so long that the bread might have even seemed sweet to her.
"I don't mind saying this now that I've seen the result." The Stingmon turned his attention to the patient: "Cassandra, when Mikemon made his efforts to heal you, he had two options. One was to simply donate his energy to the 'Reaper' half and let infection re-take your system fully. The other one, what he chose in the end, was to trust the other energy you had in your body at the time."
"S-Stingmon!" Syre blinked, as the insect stepped off into the washroom, retrieving a hand mirror, offering it to the doctor.
The D-Reaper won't bother you again. Things will make a lot more sense once you understand the result.
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Post by Cross on Feb 25, 2019 7:34:27 GMT
"I know..." Cassandra spoke as she let the last bits of the illusion she had clung to fall away like the tattered silken strands of a torn spiders web. Her eyes sliding shut as she let out a long slow breath reaching out with one clawed hand to carefully block the mirror. Obscuring it's surface with her palm.
"I know...but whatever I see in that mirror won't be it's true reflection." She explained glancing up through her lashes with pained crimson orbs at Stingmon as she gently forced the mirror face down onto the bed.
"I remember a fight," Cas spoke grimacing as she tried to shift through the mangle mess of pain and disjointed memories that was the past few days. "I remember there was a fire. An explosion. I crashed." She elaborated straining to remember all the details that seemed awash in a red haze of pain and fear and... "There was a dragon. I killed him...us." She paused then letting the silence stretched as slowly the broken pieces seemed to fit back together.
"Nothing human could have survived that..." Cas whispered softly letting out a ragged sigh her shoulders slumping in defeat and eyes closing for a brief moment as if in prayer before she turned to small black cat beside her bed.
"How bad is it Syre? Is my appearance better or worse then before?" She questioned softly her opinion clear. She valued her nieces words more then whatever horror that might stare out at her from the looking glass.
"I mean to be fair I was never much of a looker after that first incident with the D-reaper, but you'll have to forgive me my vanity." Cas joked with a wry fanged grin, but the cheer was forced and there was a fragility to the Doctor as though she was teetering on a razors edge desperate to find her balance once more.
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Post by Syre the BlackGatomon on Feb 26, 2019 2:58:08 GMT
Seeing Cassandra push the mirror away, the Stingmon would have given a blink if she could. Still, he pulled the glass back, briefly looking at his own image in the reflection, before setting it face down on the table. "Hm."
Indeed, there was a fight. A fight terrible enough that it had claimed Cloak, Dagger... and even Cassandra. Deep down, the doctor probably knew that, but she still willfully pushed back the reality of it all to keep some sense of herself. Maybe she just wanted to believe she was wrong, maybe she just wanted one more night of normalcy.
But as she asked Syre that question, the cat didn't give a 'pandering' answer, instead raising her hand to her chin to think. "I mean, to be honest, you were this crazy D-Reaper monster before, and I could even feel a bit of it through the EV suit... but there's none of that now, even without it. As for you how look?" She tilted her head, thinking of the best way to say it.
"Dio would be jealous."
"Though 'fair', isn't that a bit blunt, Syre?" Stingmon gave a sigh, shaking his head. "You'll find appearances mean little to Digimon, doctor. Its incredibly easy for us to put on a new face."
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Post by Cross on Mar 18, 2019 0:15:29 GMT
Syre's word garnered a soft startled laugh from the Beelzemon as she let out an amused snort that devolved into tired, but honest chuckles as she shook her head. "I'm pretty sure Dio has nothing to worry about. I have little to no interest in contesting him for his title of greatest 'Dark Edge Lord." Cassandra murmured before continuing to tear into her meal as she offered Stingmon a light shrug. Her intentions were not to hide. Not to fool herself, but in the current headspace she was in she knew there was nothing good she could take away from her own reflection. No one ever saw themselves as they really were in the looking glass. Only their imperfections.
"I suppose it would be nice to walk the streets again," She spoke her eyes sliding closed as she considered Syre's words letting her senses turn inwards as she searched. Sinking in on herself as her brow furrowed in concentration searching for that telltale thread of power she associated with the part of her that had been the reaper. Her mind sinking into her own code sifting through the streams as she had once done to save Sorcerimon. Her tenuous connection to the Mon letting her tug along the bond following it back...
"Oh~" The Beelzemon wheezed out eyes flying open in surprise at her discovery.
There was no 'thread' of power anymore. No separation between her and the reaper any longer. Their code, her code, so tightly meshed and wound through with a signal fully foreign to her, yet burned into her senses like the imprint of a parent, as to have become something entirely new. A paradox. A fragment of a dead and living God spinning inside her chest. Neither Reaper nor Digimon, held together from mutating further by her frame. It was only then that the realization of what had happened sank in leaving Cassandra breathless.
"Oh..." She whispered once more setting the now empty plate aside as she let herself flop backwards boneless against the bed to stare contemplatively up at the ceiling. "Oh I really shouldn't be alive. At least not in this capacity."
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Post by Syre the BlackGatomon on Mar 18, 2019 0:54:57 GMT
"Eheh..."
What could Syre do, except share her own nervous chuckle with Cassandra's laugh? Intent or not, the once-D-Reaper-Agent had now turned into a Beelzemon of all things - though the circumstances here were clearly different than with Haru. Just what had dad done to bring this about, and just what would come of it in the months to come?
She had one thing right, though: she'd be able to walk the streets, quite freely. "There's a bit we'll have to catch you up on, but yes, that will be a benefit." Perhaps one of the few that had come out of this ordeal, really. Well, that, and she'd be able to rest and adapt at her own pace, without worrying about the disease within eating away at her any longer. It was a blessing, but as Cassandra slowly came to realize, it was also something quite different, quite jarring.
Syre didn't understand the doctor's confusion, but the Stingmon returned a sigh, slowly collecting that plate. "With how long I've been around 'Doctor Cat', I can safely say you're not the first person under his care to have that sentiment. But for now..." He turned his attention to Syre: "Sorry to ask this, but can you keep an eye on her for a bit longer?"
"Not a problem, its good to get a bit ahead on these books anyway." They gave a nod, and as the Stingmon excused himself, Syre gave a nod to Cassandra.
"I know its weird, but its probably better we just keep our heads low about all this for now. With what happened in the forest, everything's just gonna be a bit crazy for a week or so."
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