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Those Aren't Skeletons- Demon Lords 1F (Cross, Alice, Ayumi)
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Post by Cross on Jul 25, 2019 9:18:02 GMT
Cross would allow the SkullGreymon to escort her down to the dance floor, the crowds parting easily around them given the massive undead Digimon's size. Though the petite woman in red seemed hardly bothered by his presence instead smiling warmly up at him and chatting away as they danced, her eyes only shifting every so often to scan the lower floor for what looked like a possible entrance to this 'basement' level. Taking advantage of every spin, and even coaxing the Greymon that it was fine to carefully toss her into the air to get a birds eye view.
"You won't hurt me. Don't worry. You should know you can't kill what's already dead," She murmured to her dancing partner as she pat one bony talon flashing him a gentle smile. "Though I have to wonder what you're doing here? This doesn't seem your sort of crowd. You have far too nice of manners." Cross questioned as she teased the massive undead dinosaur lightly, her off blue eyes glinting with curiosity and mischief. Though she wasn't entirely sure if he could answer.
Tentatively she wished he was just a little bit smaller. He was fun to dance with and honestly she was rather sad she'd never gotten to put to use all those dance lessons she'd had to go through in school. He'd make a fun swing partner though he certainly wasn't a half bad one now.
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Post by Alice Alexandria on Jul 29, 2019 2:56:52 GMT
The first thing that hits Alice is a wave of sheer disgust, seeing these bottom feeders gamble over scraps, something utterly pathetic, nauseating, and even a little sad. However, she powers through the sensation, their stares met back with one equally as cold at first, but soon something a little more suitable for negotiations. "I'm looking for the generator, any of you want to help me, or know where it is?" Perhaps trying to put on a more charismatic attitude, something more welcoming to this kind of plan, would help, she thinks to herself. " ...If any of you want to speak in the first place. Sorry for butting in."Either way, it's hard to not be uneasy at this situation. For the first time, she's alone with potentially unfriendly Digimon. Even weak ones could potentially be a threat, that much she knows, having been harmed and even assaulted by Dorothy at one point. Granted, that was against while she was being goaded into it by mysterious Digimon, but... It still echoes in her mind. Just how fragile is she compared to that which she stands among and possibly against? Meanwhile in the fight circle, Dorothy prepares a second attack quickly, but stops with an armored fist impacting her stomach, air being pushed out of her lungs, her eyes wide with shock. The pain pushes the witch into survival mode, staggering back and trying to catch her breath. "You almost broke somethin' with that... Almost." In all honesty, she's still trying to seem tough, the blow having hurt far more than she anticipated. She readies another wind spell, hoping that no one's caught on that she's clearly compensating for her lack of strength... Has she been getting weaker as of late, her time with Alice now less of a benefit? She pushes the thought out of her head, and readies to attempt the exact same thing she did last time, more or less, this time aiming to stagger Strikedramon or at least do something, anything. As foolish as it is, she's too angry at her own human partner to care. Sometimes, all she thinks about is herself, after all. Just as the same could be said for Dorothy herself.
Dorothy attempts the exact same thing as my previous post. She's not feeling particularly bright right now.
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Post by Ayumi on Aug 1, 2019 13:59:39 GMT
Solomon was relieved. This Anylamon had talked to Ayumi, and could point her out. "Oh, thank you so much, sir or madam. Come on, Sleepmon, let's get her." He held on tightly to the sheep's paw, to make sure they wouldn't be separated. Soon enough, he reached his dancing Tamer. "Ah, good, there you are, Ayumi, please, stop this, we have a mission." "No! I want to have fun! I always have to do things for others! Now I want to do what I want! Everyone gets to have fun too!" The Monodramon was most baffled by his Tamer's behaviour. "Ayumi, this is not like you, what happened?" "Nothing! Leave me alone!" With that, she pushed him away and over. The Monodramon let go of Sleepmon's hand, to not pull the sheep along to the ground. She was -definitely- not ok. Solomon was shocked, but got up. He had to get to the bottom of this. "Whatever it is that is possessing you, I will make sure it will pay for what it is doing.", he growled. With that, he grabbed her and pulled her along, to the far side of the dancefloor. She was shaking and fighting. "No! Let me go!" "Not a chance."
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Post by Bonetrousled? on Aug 5, 2019 2:45:21 GMT
The SkullGreymon nodded, a low rumble escaping its throat. It hesitantly firmed up its grip on Cas, ideally helping the woman feel less like she was dancing with a dragon-shaped cloud. This allowed it to become more daring with its movements as well, although still keeping them slow and graceful. Who knew such a large, lumbering creature had the demeanor of a ballroom dancer?
At the mention of what SkullGreymon was doing here, its motion seemed to slow. There was a hollowness in its eyes as it turned to a distant corner of the room. Its gaze fell upon a door where none seemed to dare gather. It was a rare spot of quiet in the hectic frenzy of Beelzemon's party, but the large, shining padlock atop the door made it quite clear why. SkullGreymon let out a sad rasp as he looked back at the door, turning Cas so she would be able to see what he was looking at. He then spun Cas away from the door, dipping her with a surprising fluidity and grace.
From this angle, perhaps Cas would notice the commotion going on between her nearby friends. Ayumi's own Digimon was dragging her through the crowds by her wrist, trying to get her away from the dance floor. It didn't look like Ayumi was going gently, either.
There wasn't too much to see besides this. The crowd as a whole was getting far, far away from Ayumi and Solomon, parting like a sea of bodies and leaving them exposed in the middle. A few of them rolled their eyes, muttering about how Ayumi had clearly had too much to drink tonight. Others shot Solomon death glares, calling him a creep and reminding him that no means no. In either case, non seemed to directly confront the Digimon-Tamer duo. Whether not wanting their own parties ruined, suffering from an aggressive case of bystander syndrome, or simply being distracted by a DemiDevimon bringing around a tray of hors d'oeuvres, this wasn't their fight to wage.
Only two Digimon made their way over to the fracas. The first was Sleepmon, who hesitantly reached a hand out towards Ayumi. "Excuse me? Miss?" he asked, voice small. "Are you feeling alright? You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to. But we'd be happy to help you out, if we can." A small, innocent smile crept up his face, even if there was a bit of fear shimmering in his eyes.
The other was Antylamon. While they did not speak, their head tilted nearly 90 degrees in curiosity as they watched the little discussion. They started to open their mouth to speak, only for them to suddenly stop. They rolled their eyes, muttering to themselves, before settling into a meditative stance. It seemed Antylamon wouldn't be any help here today.
More helpful would be the trashmons assembled around Alice. They slithered over to her as she interrupted their game, but listened to her words with interest. Once she made her point, they turned to each other, burbling in a tongue foreign to human and Digimon alike. Only after they finished their little roundtable did they turn back to Alice, a Sukamon hopping up to take the lead.
"The generator's down by the basement," Sukamon said. A Chuumon on his shoulder immediately started shaking his head, waving his hands in desperate motions. "We can ooze under the door. But if you're not one of us, then you'd need to get your hands on a key to the basement. Only Beelzemon's most trusted staff have access to it, and while he's a real charmer he keeps his inner circle close. But . . . you sure you want to go there? Whatever plan you've got going on, I can tell you right now. It's not gonna be worth it." The Chuumon stage-died on Sukamon's head, as if for emphasis.
All this, and poor Dorothy was left fighting by her lonesome. Unfortunately, her point-blank magic attack was less effective than anticipated. Seeing the wind-up coming, Strikedramon primed herself to dodge out of the way as soon as it fired. She then dipped down to sweep the leg, swinging her tail with enough force to try and knock the witch off of her feet. "Come on, that all you got?" she asked, watching keenly to see how Dorothy would react. If she was hit and grounded, Strikedramon would try to pin her to the ground with a foot as soon as possible. If she avoided the attack or held her ground, Strikedramon would instead try and move forward into a clinch. In either case, her goal was to hamper the witch's ability to move as much as possible. Combat Log: Strikedramon sidesteps Dorothy's attack, using her momentum to follow up with a vicious tail sweep to the legs. She then tries her damn best to restrain Dorothy's movements, whether Dorothy is downed (via a pin) or stays standing (via a clinch).
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Post by Cross on Aug 6, 2019 5:19:47 GMT
"Is that all you wanted?" Cross questioned a slim smile playing across her face as she followed the SkullGreymon's gaze. The door from so high up was easy to spy along with the rather repressed teenager howling about being dragged off the dance floor. Well at least they wouldn't need a distraction. Not with all eyes on her 'partners' for this mission.
"Come on Grey," She gestured as the dance ended, the woman grasping one bony finger lightly as she took advantage of the chaos to lead him in the direction of his glance. "You're with me now and I've never much been one for the likes of locks," Cross quipped taking a moment to make sure all eyes where on the flashy show of Ayumi's defiance and Dorothy's fight before turning her back on the SkullGreymon for a moment and slipping the key from her bra as she slid it into the lock. Hopefully undoing it with a click and swiftly slipping inside, tugging the SkullGreymon behind her and shutting the door before they were spotted.
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Post by Alice Alexandria on Aug 10, 2019 19:35:58 GMT
"Guh, figures I'd forget the fact that he'd lock it. He may be hedonistic and almost childish at times, but he's not stupid by any stretch..." At least things are relatively quiet in this vile pit, Alice thinks to herself, not exactly too disgusted by the Sukamon, but a little unnerved. As shocking as it may be, this would be her first time seeing these kinds of Digimon. "And I don't care if it's not worth it at this point. Ever heard of the Sunken Cost Fallacy?" She finds a clean spot on the wall to lean against and sighs, frustration slowly creeping in again. "I'm sure I'll think of something, though..."
The possibility of breaking the lock is unlikely as well, but something she considers. Perhaps with Dorothy at Ultimate she might be able to cut the lock with... No, it's likely that the lock is made of material strong enough for even Digimon to struggle with. "...If you've squeezed your way under the door, I'd like to ask you a question, or rather a favor: Do you know if there's something there protecting the generator? That said, I wish I had the key..."
Meanwhile, Dorothy is absolutely trashed by the Strikedramon, clearly in over her head at this point, struggling to keep pace with the superior agility and physical stature of her attacker. Alice would probably compare this situation to a trainwreck if she were here right now... Effortlessly pinned down with the dragon's heavy foot on her chest, the pressure makes it clear that this should have never been treated like an ordinary brawl in the first place. "If you're gonna treat me like garbage..."In a sense, Strikedramon is right where she wants. It's time to escalate this into something a little more Dorothy's pace, and this is the perfect opportunity to step it up a little bit. Red light pools in her hands, and she lets out a faint laugh before releasing that, orange symbols giving way to burning tar being shot upwards. "Then let's get this party started! The bigger the brawl, the better! If ya wanna make this a real fight, go ahead!" Though it isn't nearly as potent as her usual usage of Armagus Flare, only using a single gob of material, she hopes it to be enough to start causing some trouble. The last thing she wants is to get security to investigate. Hopefully this little distraction is all she needs to free herself.
In an attempt to free herself from the pin, Dorothy uses Armagus Flare: ARMAGUS FLARE The caster snaps their fingers, and a red magic circle forms in front of them before rapidly firing out six globs of burning hot, glowing, tar-like material rapidly, pelting foes with sticky, burning projectiles that set fire to objects. Think magical napalm balls of death, really.
Ignites the target for one turn, dealing fire damage, and does damage on impact. Incredibly painful. Two post cooldown.
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Post by Ayumi on Aug 14, 2019 17:56:12 GMT
Once they had reached the far side of the room, Solomon let go. Ayumi turned to him, fuming. "How dare you! How dare you ruin my fun! How dare you take away what is mine?! Everyone always has so much more fun than I do!" Her eyes were glowing green now, which was impressive considering she was wearing contact lenses. Whatever it was that had taken a hold of her, it was clearly exerting more and more control. Solomon was worried sick, but his stoic face did not give this away. "This is not like you. Something is controlling you. You must fight back." "I am fine! I am finally having fun!" She wholly ignored Sleepmon, too focussed on the perceived crime having been committed. "And if you wanna ruin my fun I will ruin -you-!" With that, Ayumi threw a fist at Solomon. He dodged out of instinct, even though a human punch, especially one from a weak nerd like Ayumi, would hardly hurt. "Ayumi, please, control yourself!" She didn't answer, she just tried punching him again, and then wrestled with him. It seems that another fight had broken out on the dance floor.
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Post by Bonetrousled? on Aug 21, 2019 4:14:52 GMT
As Cas brought SkullGreymon to the door, distressed noises escaped his throat. He began shaking his head back and forth, and dragged his feet slightly as Cas pulled him along. Nevertheless, despite his heavier mass, he didn't seem to want to hold Cas back. Instead, he followed after her, even as he shook his head all the while. The distressed noises died down some as Cas opened the door, the SkullGreymon practically compressing his bones together so he could fit through the narrow entrance. He still made the occasional whimper, but at least he was pulling his composure together.
As soon as they entered, Cas would feel a voice in the back of her mind. It was as if the code in her Digicore was being gently massaged, right where the information stored within her Digivice would have been while she was still human. I know what they have taken from you, it said, its words less heard and more felt deep in the back of Cas' core. You were human, once. Full of potential. Full of hope. Wanting nothing more than to help others. And yet, bit by bit, they stripped that away from you. They left you a monster, not even offering you the most token of apologies in exchange. And then they had the gall to demand more of you, never even thinking to thank you for all of your hard work. I know all too well how that feels. And yet, I do not pity you for it. In fact, I envy you.
There is another down here, stripped of who he is and forced to sustain another's gluttony. Perhaps, one monstrosity to another, you can see it in your heart to grant him release. With that, the words faded from Cas' heart. There was nothing else in the door besides a steep staircase plunging straight down into darkness. SkullGreymon kept behind Cas at first, yet if she seemed resolute in continuing he would head in front to protect her.
Cas and SkullGreymon were not the only ones to behold this. A Sukamon loomed behind them, looking down the stairs and quickly scuttling away to the backgrounds.
This was the very same Sukamon that, moments ago, had been speaking with Alice. It slipped away, weaving through the crowds with ease due to its low profile, and now returned to her with alarm in its eyes. "Well, you know what's protecting it now? Nothing," it said. "The door's wide open, and some wizard and her big bone dragon are trying to get down there. You wanna see what's going on, you'd better head over before Beelzemon's boys catch on and lock the door back up.
That said. Don't know if anything's guarding it, but there's some massive Digimon down there. Tiny. Never stuck around long enough to see it myself, but with how Beelzemon talks about it I'm pretty sure I don't want to. Be careful if you head over there, okay? Because now that the door's open, I ain't going anywhere." With that, the Sukamon returned to his card game, upping the ante quite a bit. With how the pace of the game intensified, it seemed like the trashmon were sure this party was ending soon.
Strikedramon tried to play chicken with Dorothy, but she picked the wrong target to underestimate. The burning tar hit her right in the faceplate, Strikedramon throwing her hands to her face and stumbling away from Dorothy. "That's a damn dirty trick and you know it!" she shouted, turning around and lashing with her tail in all directions. She had no clue where Dorothy was, and in her frenzied state was making no effort at defending herself. If Dorothy could keep away from the hectic assault, a single good hit seemed like it'd turn the tide of this fight.
Unfortunately, they were only holding three quarters of their audience now. About a quarter of the group had peeled away to watch Ayumi and Solomon go at it, even if their fight was a lot less dramatic than Dorothy and Strikedramon's. A few hooted, hollered, and teased the duo, as if amused by the idea of a human fighting a Digimon in the first place. The crowd loudly exchanged bets over how long the human would last, or if any self-respecting Digimon would be weak enough to lose to one.
Ayumi's Digivice would begin beeping anew, and text would start to form on its garbled screen. Even up here, they will never accept you. How pitiful.
There are some in the basement who will. Find the open door, follow it, and never look back.
Those who walk up here do not deserve you.
Combat Log: Strikedramon lashes out blindly with her tail, trying in vain to get her revenge despite the Flare blinding her.
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Post by Cross on Aug 29, 2019 4:03:16 GMT
The metal of the hallway bent inwards around the human's dainty little fist as it buckled under her blow with the twisting screech of metal as she reached along that frayed connection for the entity that had the gal to try to order her around to her in such a way.
Maybe I'd consider your words if you were brave enough to say them to my face. Though I suppose I'll take it as a compliment that you clearly fear me enough to be unwilling to do so. The Doctor silently growled, her teeth bared in a mockery of a snarl that looked out of place on her human face, her form flickering alarmingly before she finally wrangled her emotions under control. Dismissing her flare of temper as she turned to the SkullGreymon. Noting his protective concern despite his own clear fear with something akin to appreciation. She didn't need protecting, as the massive dent in the wall showed, but she still was grateful for the effort as her sharp toothed smile softened into something far gentler for him.
"My apologies Grey. I just remembered the most irritating encounter. Please let us proceed." She gestured down the stairwell as they continued their trek down. Dismissing the voice for now. Cross would keep her own council. Whether she would release what was bound here or not and what 'release' she would deal it would be her choice and hers alone and not merely because she took issues with psychic authorities trying to order and coax her around within her own head.
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Post by Alice Alexandria on Sept 1, 2019 21:34:55 GMT
Seeing two people, one perhaps vaguely familiar, the other much less so (and much more skeletal) open the door and quickly slip inside makes Alice sigh in a bit of relief and yet, disappointment. "Well, I assume someone else beat me to the punch... Go figure. Perhaps they have it handled, but at the same time..." The green haired woman tilts her hat to obscure her eyes for a moment again, trying her best to think. On one hand, the pair passing through there isn't fully trustworthy in her mind, uncertain as to who they are... But knowing that at least one of them shares the same goals as her. On the other, Dorothy... Dorothy is probably getting into far more trouble than she should. While the green haired woman thinks, her Digimon counterpart, the witch in the middle of the brawl, laughs as she taunts the Strikedramon, having freed herself from under the lizard's foot. " Well, duh! 'Course it was a dirty trick... That's kinda what I'm best at... But doin' that all the time is boring, so let's get right back to it!" She readies another wind spell augmented punch, returning to her previous strategy, but this time, she's aiming for the stomach. She doesn't notice the other conflict happening, too focused on sating her own ego for the time being. Having made her decision, Alice leaves the bathroom to look for Dorothy once again, her mind still full of doubts. Something feels off, and she isn't certain as to what, the crowd having went from exciting to almost oppressive, a swarm of people she cannot and should not trust with anything. She finally sees the unthinkable not too far in the distance, barely able to make out Ayumi and her own Digimon brawling each other. She heads over there without thinking about her potential cover, too focused on the danger a Digimon, even one's own partner, poses to a human being, and she attempts to grab Ayumi and hold her back, something she doubts she'll be able to do, but at this point, she doesn't care. "What the hell are you doing!?"With Ayumi's strange behavior having become worse since her brief departure, Alice cannot help but blame herself for this. The lights, the music, the constant stimulation... It's all too much for some people, Alice thinks to herself.
Dorothy has returned to using Baluluna Gale.
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Post by Ayumi on Sept 5, 2019 10:40:52 GMT
Using his superior speed, Solomon dodged Ayumi's attacks with ease, without even once lifting a claw to defend himself. He knew that, even at his weak level, he could seriously injure his Tamer if he tried anything. But this dodging only served to anger Ayumi, whose punches got more and more savage. By now, her red eyes had taken on an orange hue, as if her eyes were glowing yellow behind the contact lenses. "Ayumi, stop this! This is getting out of hand! Please, I beg of you!" "No! I won't let anyone take my fun away from me anymore! I'll get from you what I envy you for!" "Envy...?" Solomon was briefly distracted, allowing Ayumi to deck him right in the face. Seeing how weak the albino was, this barely hurt more than a fly bumping into his face, but the psychological impact made him flinch. And, just then, Alice arrived. At long last, Solomon had backup. Ayumi just looked up at Alice. "You have come to take my fun too? I won't let that happen!" With that, she hissed, and ran off, towards the basement. She did not know where it was, but something led her towards it. Solomon quickly hopped up, and grabbed Alice by the hand. "Miss Alexandria, there is no time to explain, but we must help Ayumi. I am starting to think some demonic presence has exploited her low self-worth and is controlling her. We must hurry after her."
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Post by Bonetrousled? on Sept 8, 2019 18:16:35 GMT
A low growl pulsed through the back of Cas' mind. I am a prisoner of my own device. Were I able to face you, I would, the voice assured her. You, too, are a prisoner of yours. And yet whereas you are free of body, I am free of mind. You do not intimidate me, and I do not seek to intimidate you. I simply wished to offer my support to a kindred spirit.
But perhaps I was wrong about you.
The staircase seemed claustrophobic and narrow, gunmetal grey walls pressed so close that Cas or Ayumi would be able to touch them with both hands. The longer one descended down the staircase, the more they would notice the walls pulsating back and forth. It was barely noticeable at first, but the deeper one descended the more obvious the movements were. The air turned hot and moist, to the point where mist was starting to settle on SkullGreymon's bones. Worse still, the light, sound, and excitement of the party were being dragged further away by the second, leaving only darkness and the quiet hum of machinery.
While Cas and SkullGreymon were taking it slow down the steps, Ayumi's fast running would reveal a few other details. Namely, the steps were getting more uneven the further down the staircase they got. If Ayumi continued at her current pace, it was likely the poor girl would go tumbling right down the stairs. Only, a soft comforting Careful would try and keep the girl in check. We're almost there.
Finally, a literal light at the end of the tunnel would break this monotony. A far cry from the sensory buffet upstairs, flickering fluorescent lighting and the stale smell of chemicals beckoned from the bottom of the stairs. Another low, whimpering growl escaped the back of SkullGreymon's throat, and yet unless Ayumi rushed past him he would continue to carefully lead the charge.
They wouldn't be the only ones heading down to the basement. At Solomon mentioning that Ayumi was in trouble, and the albino girl making her escape down the staircase, Sleepmon finally snapped out of his shock. He clasped his his chest, opening his eyes for the first time since arriving here today. "R-right. Dracmon and I will help find her, too," he said, voice trembling some. He scanned the room for Dracmon, only to finally find him. He was still cheering at the top of his tiny blue lungs, waving a massive sign with a poorly drawn Strikedramon flexing on it. This got Sleepmon perking up, and he immediately ran over to try and talk to the duo.
"Dracmon! Strikedramon! I need you guys'-"
Dorothy made direct contact with her wind-enhanced punch, sending the blinded Strikedramon doubled over in pain. "Little busy here, Sleepmon," she wheezed, not even breaking focus from Dorothy's direction.
It didn't help that Dracmon had stopped his cheering. He looked up at Sleepmon, confused."Sleepmon, we did it. We found Strikedramon. Wasn't that what we're here for?" he asked. "Now that we're all together again, we gotta cheer her on! That's why we're all partners, right?"
Sleepmon slumped, disappointed, before inspiration hit in his eyes. "What about your other partner? The green girl?" he asked. "You said you'd make sure nothing hurt her, but she's about to go somewhere really dangerous. Shouldn't we be there for her, too?"
"Yeah, but . . ." Dracmon looked guiltily, from Solomon and Alice to Dorothy and Strikedramon. "I . . . I mean . . ."
"Whatever. If you're going to go, just go already." Hurt bled through Strikedramon's tone as she said this, but she did her best to not even acknowledge it. After waving her companions off, she sprang forward at Dorothy, poised for another tackle. Just as she was about to careen into the witch she stopped herself short, unleashing a burst of flame breath right at her. It was a classic feint, but Dorothy's magic attacks had been slowing Strikedramon down with each successive hit. Would the exhausted dragon even be able to keep the fight up?
It didn't seem like it, because she tensed up after breathing this fire. She clutched her head in one hand, while using the other to hit herself in the side a few times. Was she trying to amp herself up? Or had something caused her trouble? There wouldn't be anything obvious to outside onlookers.
But maybe Dorothy would know how it felt. After all, a voice drifted through the back of her mind, as clear as day.
It seems your friends don't care how your spar turns out. Perhaps they never even have. A pity, isn't it?
Combat Log: Strikedramon lunges at Dorothy, seemingly for another tackle, before stopping herself short and unleashing a fierce spout of flame breath at her.
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Post by Cross on Sept 9, 2019 5:37:44 GMT
A Prisoner of your own device hmm? Then why pray tell do you need me to release you? Cross questioned a slow sly smile spreading across red painted lips as she scented blood in the water. You contradict yourself. She crooned all sharp teeth and sharper edges even as she tensed at the sound of footsteps. Her arm lashing out on instinct as she spun. . .
Right into Ayumi, her arm threatening to closeline the running girl right into the Skullgreymon's skeletal back as she blinked at the Tamer as the jumbled lot of them came to the end.
"Hello again," She'd greet Ayumi reaching out to steady the girl before turning to the scene laid out before them. Her fingertips, should she grasp onto the albino, digging painfully into the girl's shoulder to keep her in place. As Cross's eyes turning to the light, her off-blue gaze seeming to burn with a crimson gleam no human should possess as her form shimmered like steam off a blacktop.
So shall we put aside our silly pretenses and your false attempts at endearment and cut a deal? Cross questions with a smile that would have made the blood run cold of the devil himself or perhaps that was exactly who she was dealing with as she reached out and gave the Skullgreymon a comforting pat.
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Post by Alice Alexandria on Sept 12, 2019 18:35:36 GMT
"...Well, what are you waiting for! After her! Now!" Alice immediately breaks into a run, almost forgetting about Dorothy as she barrels through and around whatever people she ends up in the way of. Now, she has far more to worry about than just Dorothy and the others. Now someone is in far, far more danger than they ought to be, possessed by forces she doesn't understand. Not to mention the trouble Dorothy's in and the obvious threat Digimon pose to a human. The sheer amount of panic running through the green haired woman's mind is clear for all to see, the thought of one of her own going off and basically throwing themselves into a dangerous situation making her blood run cold. "Solomon, was it? What the hell has Ayumi been up to recently?!" She finally breaks her silence to speak to the partner of the possessed Tamer. "A bit of an explanation would help... I'm worried that we're in over our heads." She almost throws the door to the bathroom open as she follows the group, as reckless as everyone else, but with different intent. "Then again, I think we were since the beginning..."How could she possibly have made a mistake this grave? On the other side of things, Dorothy is too distracted by spotting Alice at first, puzzled as to see what's got her so worked up. "Alice? What's gotcha so worked up!?" The heat of fire becomes immediately apparent, and the witch Digimon shields herself in a bubble in response, grumbling. This didn't seem right. Didn't she just say she'd rather a fun brawl than something more dangerous? "Hey, somethin' wrong? No, like, actually, are you upset over something, 'cause..." Turning her attention to Strikedramon now, Dorothy readies herself for the worst, gritting her teeth as she knows something isn't right. "Listen. If something's wrong, I'll try to help. That's what my, uhh, friend would do, y'know? If... If something ain't right, tell me. This party ain't normal "
Dorothy blocks the flames with Shardallion Lens.
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Post by Ayumi on Sept 16, 2019 10:47:17 GMT
Ayumi certainly was not happy about being caught by Cross on her way towards her promised salvation. She did not register the pain as the woman held her and dug her fingers into her shoulder. She just began to hiss and claw at the hand holding her. It was only barely more effective than her attacks on Solomon "Let me go, let me go, let me go! I am sick of this place! I want to do what I want for once!!" She was more than ready to fight Cross, no matter how physically superior the woman was to her.
Solomon felt he had to hurry. He could not see her, but he knew she was riding herself into danger. "Ayumi always hides it, but she has very low self-worth. She considers herself a mistake, a broken mess. Whatever has taken a hold of her must have preyed on those emotions. That's the only explanation I have." His voice could not possibly hope to deliver the sheer amount of worry he felt, even without his odd synthesized voice. He soon enough found the stairwell, and rushed down, uncaring of what was down there. He had one goal, and one only: to save his partner.
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