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The Icon of Sloth (Demon Lords 2G)
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Post by Carlos Rey on Apr 6, 2020 3:00:22 GMT
One would think that Plutomon being so focused and single minded in his attempts to damage Belphemon would not even bother to listen to the other two's attempts at negotiation. One would be mostly right to assume so, but that didn't mean the fused twins weren't listening. And while the peaceful solution offered by Holly seemed a bit too good to be feasible, it was still an idea, though not one they necesarily agreed with.
Neither of the twins were ones to avoid conflict. It was simply not in their nature to even consider a peaceful solution could be reached without at least a surface level exchange of blows. But if either Holly, Mae or even Belphemon gave them a reason to stand down and try to negotiate, they would do so. After all conflict was their second nature, but pointless fighting was not their goal today. But until such an agreement could be reached, they would simply continue doing what came naturally to him, and the only thing that seemed to be getting some kind of actual reaction out of the Demon Lord. Fighting.
Well, reaction was probably being too generous, as not only the Belphemon didn't even seem to be paying any attention to the Plutomon, their last attack barely left a mark on the demon's furry hide. Hell, if anything it seemed to have hurt Plutomon's hand more, a jolt of pain moving through their arm as if they had hit a solid wall, though they did their best not to let it show.
It was then however when they felt it, the cold extending underneath them and slowly creeping upwards. A quick glance downwards revealed the cause: a pool of ice seemed to be spreading from underneath Belphemon at an alarming rate. It was probably better for Plutomon to avoid contact with it, but to back off now would mean giving Belphemon breathing room.
And every second they wasted it was another second Belphemon could use to seep his influence into their minds. This was not a moment to relent in their assault, even if it meant having to endure some damage.
"Two can play that game..." With that simple mutter a dark pool of their own would spread underneath Plutomon and more importantly, underneath Belphemon. There would barely be a moment of warning before an uneven wall of lances would sprout out of the ground, aiming to skewer the Demon Lord from underneath.
If that didn't get a reaction, well...they would cross that bridge when they got there.
Plutomon takes note of the Ice but doesn't move from his position, instead simply hovering a bit above the ice and attacking Belphemon.
Blood-soaked Fortress of Impalement: The ground surrounding Plutomon becomes darkened for a moment, before erupting into a sea of lances, spikes and spears of around 6-10 feet tall, all of them intent on impaling up to three unfortunate victims in the affected 100 feet wide area, dealing heavy damage. The spiked area remains if it misses, and will disappear as soon as it deals damage or after two posts. 3 posts cooldown.
Cooldowns:
Cull the Weak: (1/4)
Gamma Ray: (2/3)
Blood-soaked Fortress of Impalement (0/3)
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D-Reaper Scout
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Never The End
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Post by D-Reaper Scout on May 31, 2020 1:21:08 GMT
Insomuch as the group was simply discussing the situation with him, Sloth truly didn't seem to mind, but the Plutomon a few yards in front of him still seemed raring to go, to fight. Were it still all three of them on the attack, perhaps the Belphemon would have been more poised to act, but as it was?
All the Belphemon truly had to do was focus on the one target in front of him. And perhaps to the Twins' disappointment, the Plutomon didn't illicit much of a reaction from Sloth. The spears would erupt upward, piercing into his hide, an annoyed growl rumbling from the demon's throat. His claw slipped down, gripping right around the spears that had slipped into him, the demon idly cracking them in half.
"You're too impulsive..." With a bare yawn, Sloth would point two nails of his claws upward. In what he would view as a veil of self defense, the icy surface below the twins would crack, a gale of cold wind erupting from the ground like a geyser. Within was the same energy as his aura, in concentrated form, and should the Plutomon be impacted by it, he'd suddenly feel a vast wave of exhaustion run over him.
The Belphemon didn't even define that as a 'fight' yet. A single target was not enough for him to treat an opponent as anything more than a mere annoyance, which was why he kept his conversation with the two felines, as if nothing had happened in the interim. "Inevitability... a long word, but one that puts this situation well. I am Sloth, my 'Title' is Sloth. Even if it were removed, another Sloth would be made. And my past selves have all gone through these fights before."
"We desire sleep. We sleep, and the world around us sleeps. The world doesn't want to sleep - the world attacks us. Deals, fights, war, over and over... they are too much of a bother."
As if to drive the point home, the demon gave one more yawn, that same sense of tiredness and fatigue rolling over his eyes.
"And you, once more, are saying I don't have a place out here? I even came to the mountains... too much of a bother to deal with anything else..."
Passive? - Catch and Release - After spending a post inhaling, anything that Belphemon consumed comes shooting right out of his mouth! The attack seems to cap out at half of its strength, and it leaves some wounds behind on Belphemon, but it certainly poses a risk. - Cooldown 1/?? Passive - Aura of Lethargy: The dulling continues . . . Both reaction speed and movement are slowed by 15%. Passive - Hibernation: Belphemon's comfortable sleep cycle seems to do wonders for his health. Already, his early wounds are beginning to heal. Passive - Thick Fur: Energy attacks seem to be leaving behind surface level burns at most, but that punch made a solid connection. Is Belphemon somewhat insulated against non-physical moves? Passive - Cocytus: Was that patch of ice always there beneath Belphemon, or is it new? Whatever the case, it seems to be creeping forward bit by bit . . . touching it seems ill advised. Active - True Winter: To fall asleep in a blizzard is a terrible fate. Severe fatigue can set in with the cold...
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Mae
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Post by Mae on Jun 7, 2020 5:23:41 GMT
The Raguelmon remained where she was, mid-air. Even as the Plutomon was assailed, did she feel the need to actually hear Sloth out. Lazy as it was. Yet, there was a bit of it that piqued her interest. Inevitability.
If Sloth were to be deposed, another one would rise. Such was obvious when there was a former Sloth with them already facing the current one. And likely the longest lived one yet, thanks to it being sealed within here.
Mae was about to open her mouth to speak, when a vision washed over her, overtaking her perception of what was happening with one of what was to be. And this one was...curious, to put it lightly.
What was to be was...awakening.
People awakening from an endless slumber. People being free from Sloth's wiles.
What they had been doing here must have helped with that. What others have been doing must have paid off in the end. But, most importantly? If they were waking up, then Sloth's influence would be limited. Unable to continue expanding.
"If it's so much of a bother, why not just...go further down? This part of the mountain had people mining through it, from what I know. If you want true peace, why not go further down? Towards a place no mon has gone before within these depths?"
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Post by Carlos Rey on Jun 15, 2020 0:39:19 GMT
There wasn't much the twins could do against the ensuing blast of cold that came from beneath them, the close influence of the Sloth demon having already slowed them enough for the Belphemon not having to put up much effort to defend himself. Something he no doubt appreciated. The cold embraced around them, their body running cold and numb as if they were submerged into freezing water. It didn't quite "hurt" but Belphemon might as well had punched the fight out of them with that attack. Vision blurring, breathing slowing, drowsiness taking hold. Just a single, half hearted attack and they were already struggling.
It was now in what perhaps was a short moment of insight and self awareness that it dawned on them that this fight was simply too much for just the two of them to tackle, and it was clear neither of the other two were all too interested in taking a more active role. Or at least, that's what it seemed from where they were standing. Honestly after that last attack it was...getting rather hard to concentrate, truth be told. There was little they could do at the moment, really.
As for Carlos...well, there wasn't much he could do to help those two either, as much as he would have wanted. So he merely turned to Mae. Her plan wasn't quite ideal in his eyes but...well it was more of a plan than whatever the twins would accomplish at this rate. Surely it was worth a shot.
"If it's too much of a bother for you then what...what if we dug you a hole, to help you go further down? Help you find a deeper place here where you can sleep without bothering anyone or being bothered?" In hindsight, that almost sounded like a threat merely disguising as a weird euphemism, but somehow Carlos didn't feel too concerned about the Demon Lord thinking that. What could the perceived "threats" of a mere human even mean to someone like that?
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Post by Deleted on Jun 16, 2020 17:37:37 GMT
Hearing sloth’s words made holly sigh a bit; so there was no getting through to him in this way? It was frustrating in a way and the clarimon shifted her stance a bit. What could she do here? She’d glance around and grit her teeth. He desired sleep, he desired to be left alone. Coming so far to even go deep into the mountains but… That was creating a problem for everyone else.
She’d flap her wings to keep herself aloft, glaring at the ice that was creeping forward. She’d turn her head to mae who made a honest suggestion. Go further down; so far down that the other mons would never go to him. Where his aura would never reach this far. She’d grit her teeth.
Wasn’t that what this maze was for? But was it enough?
No. It wasn’t.
Digging sloth a hole deep enough would take a lot of energy, a lot of time and a lot of effort. Effort that the others would eventually succumb to the aura of the massive mon in front of them. She didn’t really feel the tingle of his abilities too much.
”Dig a hole. So he can go further down. Then collapse this entire place ontop of the hole that is dug. I could dig the hole with either this form or baihumon. Both of them have powerful boring abilities.”
Fighting the demonlord was out… And maybe just maybe he’d be a little more willing to work with them if they offered to do most of the heavy lifting. She trusted and knew these four and hopefully the same could be said of her.
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D-Reaper Scout
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Post by D-Reaper Scout on Jun 17, 2020 22:28:35 GMT
The fight was hardly even a farce.
The Plutomon, entirely fighting on emotion and without the support of his teammates, would quickly succumb to the effects of the cold. Whether he was asleep or near sleep, the Belphemon wouldn't particularly care: he would simply pluck the knightly Digimon off of the ground, and - mercilessly - deposit him right at Carlos' feet. It truly was too much of a bother for him to do much else...
... Heck, it was even too much to act on the two cats' suggestions. "Do what you want. Make this place as deep as you want... perhaps it will help. Perhaps it won't." But Sloth, himself, would not help with the effort. Just like that, he would sit down where he was, and return to the state he was when the group found him in the first place.
Sleeping.
[End] A solution was found... even if it meant an annoying amount of physical grit.
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