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Of Despair and Fanatics [Mission]
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Post by Carlos Rey on Jan 30, 2020 4:03:26 GMT
"Appreciated." With that half sarcastic, half sincere thanks, the dragon would then squirm just a tiny bit as that putrid smelling liquid as poured by Wicked over his infected areas. It did bring bad memories and it wasn't particularly pleasant on any of his senses, but it was certainly preferable to the alternative. More so if she could actually treat them properly later and they could go all out.
Not that it would be all that spectacular if they did manage to pull it off, judging by Dio's current state, but at least they had a backup in case things went awry. Without anything else to distract them the trio set into motion with the Witch, starting to cross towards the center of the nest, their concern by their other teammates growing as their determination did.
"Gio...?" The dragon asked, "If...we do end up doing that, I'm gonna have to ask you to pull my weight for me. I have the will but not exactly the body for it."
The hadesmon simply nodded with his head, replying without ever slowing down his run.
Durations: Ebonwumon's Grace (2/3)
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Dark Comet (3/3)
Dark Claw - Rend: (2/3)
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Post by D-Reaper Scout on Jan 30, 2020 4:46:20 GMT
The Duskmon's blades were hardly proper swords - no, they were more like the SaintMeramon's lance, striking from the opening of the skull-shaped armor at the ends of his palms, making them both effective stabbing and slashing weapons, at the cost of range.
... Which meant here, right up close and personal with the fire golem, was exactly where the Duskmon wanted to be. And Desmond was oh-so-helpful in telling the knight where to aim.
'Grapple'. In the moment that the SaintMeramon would process that response, the Duskmon already prepared his own, and as that arm would try and stretch out to grasp around his arm, he responded with a swift flick of his blade. Brute Strike!
It was a heavy blow, the sword earning a slight crimson tint as it was swung, and his intent was rather simple: sever that approaching arm by the elbow. The Duskmon didn't say a single word, simply and powerfully performing the motion. Sure, the lance would be aimed, and the Duskmon would grit his teeth, preparing to take that strike with his right shoulder. But in the end... maybe Duskmon would get more out of this trade. ...
For a moment, the voice ceased. Her retort was not what the being expected, not what the Reaper expected her to say. This tenacity was something foreign to it. She was so lost, even having her body stripped away, and yet she still fought. And even told the D-Reaper to give up. The voice, for a moment, might have felt like it backed off.
... Until it spoke up again. "I don't understand."
The voice crackled - and the red vines crept deeper through her frame, nearing that ball of light floating about the center of her chest. Yes: the D-Reaper's 'grip' started to circle around her core. "Why do you cling to hope? Why do you resist?" The voice didn't sound defeated, actually - it actually sounded curious. Intrigued. Excited.
"I must know. I must know."
The voice quickened - and the grip around her core would tighten, as if the D-Reaper was hastening the process.
"I must know... I must know! BECOME PART OF ME! I MUST KNOW!" On their approach, Carlos and the Witchmon would see the threat first: the Paratice Head below, as well as the white kernel behind it, hidden behind a crested, crimson hill. Right now, the agent seemed to be inactive - simply and comfortably sitting in front of the kernel - but then again, it had no reason to act. The only reason they saw it at all, after all, was because they had a birds-eye view.
"Tch..." The Witchmon gave a groan, biting at her lip. "I don't see hide nor hair of that white fox there. Strange... if that knight wanted to load her, he would have done so on the spot. Did they put her in the kernel?"
A damning thought, but she was just speculating. It would take just a little while longer for them to be close enough to do anything of use.
'Brute Strike' - An empowered swing of the sword, bringing it up to the force of a named attack.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 30, 2020 4:59:47 GMT
The silence was strange.
The voice had stopped speaking; had she said something to make them completely back off? Was her retort that strong that it didn’t know what to do? Her sheer tenacity and will power behind it? She had lost, firmly and absolutely. Yet she was fighting every step of the way and even with that. She continued, she continued to fight even harder. It’s voice crackled up again and said something simple; almost childlike.
”How could you? You’re just as lost as the rest of us.”
The renamon shuddered as she felt that grip circle around her core, it had penetrated her body to the deepest most layer. Twisting it and the frame in such a way that made the renamon gag in pain. What was this sensation of loss she was feeling? The coldness had seeped into her very being. Why did she cling to hope? Why did she resist? Her icy blue eyes flashed in pain and she’d growl slowly as the other said that they must know.
She would of responded, would of told them something. The grip around her core tightened making her entire frame and being shudder. In this stactiy mess the renamon’s grip became like a vice around the red that had been working against her. It wanted to know. It wanted to know so badly it threw off any attempts at subterfuge. It wanted her bad.
The renamon let out a small cracking laugh, she felt the pain throughout her body as it worked her core. As it worked her body and had peeled her away layer by layer. Laid bare… Most digimon cowered. Most digimon pleaded. Most digimon lost everything that made themselves… Themselves.
But not her. Not now. Not ever.
Growling low her tenacity, her hope and her eyes all flared up at once. She’d pull and tug at the red viney growths. It was like a child finding something new for the first time. So she spoke. She spoke her words and they were soft. Gentle. Like a parent. Like a foe that knew what she was looking at.
”In the darkest night is when the light shines the brightest. In the deepest pits of despair is when hope rears it’s fearsome head. You don’t understand because there’s nothing to it that you could.”
The renamon shuddered again, it wanted her. It wanted her so badly she could feel her own body start to give even if her mind did not. She could feel the creeping sensation of whatever pressure this… Thing was push against her own.
”You don’t… understand and you never will. Even if… I get dragged into your… whatever you are. You’ll see. But you won’t understand. You’ll know. But it’ll still be unknown to you.”
The renamon groaned a bit and felt her frame weaken, those cracks in her mind starting to appear because of the D-reaper’s hastening of the process. She could feel the weight of everything it was harder and harder. There was a single moment and she’d sigh softly. Not in defeat… But in a strange sense of relief.
”I am Silence.”
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Post by Desmond Edmund on Jan 30, 2020 7:25:15 GMT
It all happened so fast. One second ago, Duskmon was there below him and then he was now slashing his right arm. Demi didn't even have time to think as he felt the crimson blade touch his elbow. A huge scream of pain came out of the fire giant as half of his fiery arm fell to the ground before turning into data that disappeared within a second. Desmond hid his mouth with both hands to not scream, he only saw his partner that hurt before when he lost his left arm. He couldn't even find words to say as his eyes widened in horror as bad memories came flooding into his mind. Did that really just happen? The SaintMeramon didn't even look at his right arm falling to the ground. He kept his eyes on the Duskmon. He just lost an arm, he was going to make the evil Digimon lose one as well. Demi almost lost his grip on the Duskmon's blade but he managed to hold on just a bit longer. Without losing another second, the SaintMeramon saw that the enemy's right shoulder was now wide open for his lance to strike. His extra limb aimed at that eye on his shoulder and made sure that this one will hit. The white-hot lance would plunged into the right shoulder and go as deep as it could. He would force that Chrome Digizoid weapon deeper and deeper into that giant eye he has. This was going to hurt and he wasn't going to let go until that arm falls to the ground. An arm for an arm. Desmond was still in shock and didn't know what to say. That Duskmon was a strong Digimon, he knew that very well by now. However, while very strong, perhaps he was not as hard as Demi. His partner's right arm, well what was left of it, was simply dangling with what looked like tiny fireballs dripping off the clean cut. Most likely bits of data bleeding out from the wound. The blond tamer really didn't know what to do now. He felt helpless and scared but also angry. Angry at that Duskmon but also to himself for letting that happen. While it wasn't completely his fault, he still felt that it was his role to keep his partner in one piece. However, shouting orders would make it worse now that he knew that the evil Digimon could react faster than Demi. The SaintMeramon would try to hold on to the right blade with his bionic left hand and his lance deeply incrusted into the shoulder. He didn't have a right arm anyone and that was a huge issue. But then, perhaps that was one less unarmored place that Duskmon could aim at. Not that it was really fo a blessing as it hurt, a lot as well. Demi grunted while trying to get his lance as deep as he could. He would even try to rip it off as his left hand let go of the blade but to grab that skull that he had as hands. Using all his might, the fire giant would do his very best to delete that right arm.
Combat Log- Demi lost half of his right arm! - Demi plunged his Heated Lance into that shoulder and tried to push it as deep as he can! Active: Heated Lance: SaintMeramon can overheat his lance making it hot enough to melt Chrome Digizoid. His lance turns into a white color of pure heat and greatly enhance his power. The temperature gets hotter as it goes but it can only last for 3 turns or the Bionic arm shuts down to cool for another 3 turns. He can decide to cool down his arm during these 3 turns before overheating but can only use it after 1 turn for the Chrome Digizoid to cool down. - With his left hand, Demi tries to rip the right arm of Duskmon off his body.
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Post by Carlos Rey on Jan 30, 2020 20:04:39 GMT
Carlos gave a tired sigh, the sight ahead of them being nothing short of concerning: a good distance away sat an "inactive", rather gigantic D-Reaper agent in very close proximity to the kernel. Most likely it would spring into action as soon as they got close to the glowing white core like kernel resting behind the hill.
Wicked's comment only fueled the trio's concerns for Silence's well being. The Hadesmon looked at the witch before asking in a concerned tone,
"If Silence is in the kernel-thing...can we get her out?" He shook his head as another, rather bleaker thought came over him before he added, "If we attack it, would that hurt her?"
Dio didn't add anything, simply glaring intently at the "Paratice Head" agent that was waiting for them below. For once the Dark Lord was not really looking forward to facing such a frankly bizarre thing in combat, but he and the others knew it was pretty much inevitable at this point. At the very least the leaves Carlos had given him had eased his pain and ever mounting wounds a good deal. He still chose to let Gio carry him however, in order to save as much energy as possible.
As for Carlos, he simply looked back at Wicked once again, and asked what would probably be his last question before another fight broke out. "If we take out the kernel, we also get rid of big and ugly down there, correct?"
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Post by D-Reaper Scout on Jan 31, 2020 1:13:58 GMT
These fights could really be settled in an instant.
In one motion, the knight changed the flow of the fight, the SaintMeramon's arm landing on the molten floor below, scattering into a cloud of trash data. Whereas the fire golem screamed and Desmond looked on in shock, the Duskmon remained focused, eyes kept solely on his target. Any sort of 'grapple' or 'hold' was going to naturally be a lot weaker with only one arm to work with.
Inside that grappling hand, the Duskmon would cruelly twist his blade, to try and tear apart at the palm circling around it. If the fire type had anything going in his favor, it was that the dark knight's positioning was somewhat awkward - that, and the fact that Demi had three effective arms to deal with. An audible 'tsk' was given as that lance was primed, aimed to drive right down against his shoulder. Truly, if Demi could even the score, he'd have a good chance at this range.
... So why even give him the chance? As that heated metal would start to bore through, the Duskmon's body started to give off a dark pulse, a sickly purple light surrounding his frame. Just like the rest of these spirits here, he had a form beyond this one - one that would quickly expand outwards, and likely push the fire golem away. If it didn't, well, the unfurling of its wings afterwards probably would.
Velgemon - beast spirit of darkness. On its appearance, it would beat its wings, trying to gain a small distance away from the target - but Desmond and Demi would find the view weird. They would be able to see Velgemon just fine, but just as the spirit appeared, the sky and even the ground became the same shade of jet black. In fact, they could only see Velgemon, in full detail, and nothing else. Desmond would entirely lose sight of Demi, and Demi would completely lose track of Desmond, so long as they were not in physical contact.
"Cower in fear, then..." The avian's voice crowed out, a dark aura radiating from its frame. "I'll make your ends swift." "If she's in the kernel, we can just break the shell and pull her out. Its hollow on the inside - though don't think that means its weak."
That was the good news. But as for Carlos' question, the Witchmon gave a sigh. "Normally, I'd say that's enough. Think of it like... unplugging an RC car, I guess? It'll run out of steam eventually - ten, fifteen minutes - but an agent that big might still do some damage in that time. Ideally we'd just break the kernel, pull out the fox, and get the fuck out of here."
She sighed - but they'd soon move into range. The Paratice Head would greet them, slowly rising to its full height, standing between Gio and the target of the kernel. "Just show 'em hell, alright? I'll clean up the mess afterwards!" The Renamon had done it now.
She had tapped into the D-Reaper's curiosity, and at that point there was no turning back. Behind her words, behind her own voice, there was a low, constant drumming.
"I must know. I must know. I must know."
It was as if Silence's words were going ignored. She spoke proudly, maintained her own vision, but the D-Reaper was beyond listening at this point. It wasn't the best student, but it was a studious learner in its own right. That red sinew invaded and gripped at her core, and slowly, something would begin to build over that wireframe.
That dark, leathery hide that coated most of the other agents. Her claws would become grotesque, monstrous, arms and legs built up with that 'armor' as it worked around the shape of her wireframe. That core, visible through the wireframe, started to pulse red...
Passive: IsolationThose within range of Velgemon's aura, can only see Velgemon. Everything else fades to darkness.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 31, 2020 1:35:44 GMT
She didn’t know what she had done, what she had brought upon herself. She had tapped into something that wasn’t stopping. The D-reaper kept on repeating the same thing over and over again. It made it hard to concentrate, hard to think. The low drumming made her squirm and shudder.
She could feel that she was being ignored, she could tell her words had no effect. But that didn’t stop her from fighting, didn’t stop her from trying to tear out of the red around her. She felt that red sinew grip her core and she’d gasp sharply as she felt something build over her frame. Something foreign and something she didn’t even know what to do about.
The dark leathery hide was greeted with a strange look; her claws and monsterous limbs were greeted with the same sort of gaze. What sort of monster was she turning into? Would she be able to keep the semblance of herself in this… Whatever it was?
She felt herself losing to this monster. She felt her core, once a passionate and steady blue. Turn into that pulsating ugly red. She’d gag and gasp for air as she felt herself falling through the cracks the D-reaper had created.
”They won’t like this… They still… n-need me...”
The sinew kept growing, kept taking from her. She felt her core giving into the D-reaper. There was nothing to be done, no one to come save her. Just her laid here, fighting for every second that it gave her. That it allowed her.
She felt that constant drumming resonate through her core, she felt that sinew grip tighter and tighter. Her core that had been pulsing between the red and blue before became steady. She felt her mind take that final cracking step; the D-reaper had broken through to her. Both in data and in her mind.
It was a resounding break, one that was followed by a scream of such anguish and pain that echoed through her entire being. Starting from within her mind, to the very vocal cords that the D-reaper had gifted her again. But the scream was cut short and her head hung low as the being around her claimed the last vestiges of her body. Her voice was deep, cutting and sharp, arguably feminine. But undeniably full of the same tenacity and vigor from her ‘prior’ self.
”Your choice to take me was wise. But we are short on time. There are still three mons unaccounted for and a human. They seek to destroy you and your Agents. Our. Agents. Destroy us.”
Her straining and struggling had ceased. There was very little of the renamon that wasn’t now ‘serving’ the D-reaper. But there was a nasty intelligence behind it and a lot of power. She’d growl a little bit and tug at the ‘restraints’.
”With him engaged we should consider our options.”
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Post by Carlos Rey on Jan 31, 2020 2:49:25 GMT
Gio nodded at Wicked's reply, seemingly satisfied and a lot more at ease with that knowledge. So there was probably no danger of actually hurting her if she were to be locked inside that. Though how would they actually get her out well...that remained to be seen. If she wasn't there then, well let's just say none of the trio wanted to think of that possibility. Once they reached the general vicinity of the Paratice Head, as expected it began to raise to it's feet, the gigantic agent looming ominously over the trio. Carlos bit his lip, his heart racing as a cold chill ran down his spine. Somehow facing this thing felt entirely different than a digimon of a similar height. It was totally alien to him or the twins, impossible to understand or to communicate with. It was almost like the difference between facing a giant animal and a machine. If the machine was also self aware, that is, which was far more existentially terrifying than any rabid bear or raging elephant, let alone a fire spewing dragon or a light bending angel. Still, they did not falter in the face of such a being. They had a job to fulfill, and they weren't going to turn tail now that they had come this far. Gripping his digivice tightly, the man took a step back as the Hadesmon took one step ahead, the Devidramon dismounting his back and standing next to him. They both let out a long sigh, one of almost zen like focus as they closed their eyes. Wicked had told them to go all out. They would obligue. They had practiced this a lot of times, now it was the moment to let that effort be made manifest. To let the power talk for them. "We become as one again to subjugate all." With that single thought, that single order uttered wordlessly in unison, both twins would emit a glow, faint at first that grew into such intensity it would threaten to leave anyone not covering their eyes momentarily blind and disoriented, the two mons changing and morphing into indistinguishable amorphous spheres of light no bigger than half a digicore each that soon converged into one. After that? A loud boom, and dark smoke. Nothing to be seen for a couple of seconds until a faint, reddish glow pierced through the cloud of smoke, after which they would simply fade, revealing a tall, dark armored figure behind it, standing a mere feet above the ground and gazing upwards with its hubris filled eyes at the agent, not a hint of dread or hesitation in its pose or gaze. There was only one way one could describe the overall impression the Plutomon gave off. Arrogance, and disdain for what was in front of him. "I'll make you regret tarnishing my lands with your horrid existance." The Super Mega spat, pointing a single digit at the creature before uttering a very simple demand, "Return Silence to us and your purge shall be a painless affair."
Dio and Gio DNA Digivolve into Plutomon!
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Post by Desmond Edmund on Jan 31, 2020 5:28:55 GMT
As Duskmon twisted his blade while Demi was holding it, his lance was already getting deeper into his shoulder. Whatever was going to happen, he wasn't going to let go that easily. However, it didn't do as much damage that he hoped it would. In fact, he didn't even see if it did anything at all. As he tried to tighten the grip, he felt the blade disappeared and then a gust of wind brought him falling on his butt and his left arm instinctively went to hide his face. As he lowered his hand, he saw nothing around him. Nothing but the Velgemon that was now much bigger than he was. His jaw dropped a bit. He had to admit that he was a bit scared now that he has seen how immense the Duskmon became.
As for Desmond, he too covered his eyes with his left hand. As he opened them, he saw exactly what his partner could see. Darkness around him and only the evil Velgemon in the air. That Digimon was huge compared to his previous form. The blond tamer tried to look around but couldn't see anything. His heart began beating faster as he tried to stay in control of his thoughts. He extended his arms and tried to touch something, anything to make him know that he wasn't alone. What happened to Demi? Did he got deleted? "Demi!" He shouted out loud before turning his attention to the Velgemon. "What did you do to Demi!?" He shouted with a shaky voice.
"Desmond." The low voice of the SaintMeramon could be heard nearby. How near though? He had no clue. What he did know was that there had a chance that it was still lava on the ground so not moving would be wise. "Demi? Demi!" He moved his attention left and right and everywhere in between. There was just darkness but he did hear his partner. "Desmond." The voice said his name once more. Now he knew that Demi was still alive. "Stay there, Demi! I'm coming for you!" Even if he said that he would, he didn't move at all. There was something very scary for not being able to his where you are stepping and that fear made him unable to walk in any direction.
Demi stood up as quickly as he could with the help of his lance. He could still feel the sting from losing half of his other arm. He had to push through, Desmond counted on him. "Desmond. Don't move." He spoke in his low voice. Hearing the voice of his partner made Desmond nod. The Frenchman looked up at the Velgemon and grit his teeth. He was afraid, he was helpless but he wasn't alone. Wherever Demi was, he was still there. He began counting in his head to occupy his mind, which didn't really work but it was better than thinking about getting engulfed in such darkness.
The SaintMeramon shook his head and his lance pointed at the giant bird of evilness. While he didn't have his other arm to shoot fireballs, he still had his lance that also could shoot fire. He took aim at the center of his body to make sure that he would hit anything rather than nothing. The one good thing about not being able to see anything but his enemy was that now, he could focus entirely on that target. The tip of the bionic lance glowed bright and a bolt of fire got shot from it. Hopefully, it would manage to hit maybe a wing or something.
Combat Log
- Demi used Burning shot on the Velgemon! Active: Burning Shot: SaintMeramon can shoot a bolt of fire from the tip of his lance. The bolt travels very fast and burns everything it comes into contact. He can charge the bolt for a maximum of 3 turns, increasing it range with every turns. It has a cooldown of 2 turns if he decided to charge for 2 turns or more. Otherwise, it has no cooldown.
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Post by D-Reaper Scout on Jan 31, 2020 23:44:35 GMT
"Your pet is still here, human. So close... but now he's alone."
Velgemon's voice drawled out, another beat of its wings given as he increased the distance between him and his target. Confident as the spirit's threat was, perhaps Desmond could still make sense of where Demi was, the bird's eyes locked right with the SaintMeramon's. He kept his focus and tension high, and started to prepare something sinister. His beak opened slightly, a dark, crackling energy beginning to form behind its beak.
And, just as quickly as the Velgemon ascended, he would pull his wings right back in. The Velgemon - a large, heavily armored bird - cut his flight and aimed to land right on top of the SaintMeramon, intent on using his right talon to grasp onto the flame golem's chest, and hopefully pin him against the ground. The bolt from the lance would cleanly hit the beast's wing, as the dark spirit didn't even intend to block it.
No, he wanted a clear shot himself - and would put his full weight over the target to get it. Just a little longer... Such arrogance.
Did this newly formed creature think it could reason with the D-Reaper? The Paratice Head showed no signs of fear - not that it could, without a face to express them with - and instead faced the target head on. What followed, however, might have been something that would throw both Gio and Dio off-balance:
A harsh remark, delivered exactly with Silence's tone.
"Your lands merely exist in my world, pest." The voice would echo, as if radiating inside of their heads. "You will struggle. But your pain will be immeasurable."
At that, all of the Paratice Head's beaks would open at once, a crimson ball of energy appearing in the grip of each one. No holding back - the agent attacked with its strongest move from the start: "Empty Storm!"
Several volleys of crimson energy would shoot outwards, aiming to pepper the Plutomon and the surrounding area in its wake - and a few were even directed upwards!
"Oh for fuck's sake..." The Witchmon grasped a tight hand around Carlos' stomach, and directed her broom off to the right, a heavy shake of turbulence racing past them a moment later! "Just don't tell me you need to biomerge with them or some shit - I ain't getting close to that!" At this point, the D-Reaper didn't need to spare any pretense with its ally. As Silence spoke, the 'presence' listened with interest - and willfully prodded at her head and memories.
"You haven't seen this creature before. It is... 'Plutomon'. Renowned Knight of darkness under Yggdrasil. This is a copy."
The presence 'whirred' as if considering his options. "Dio... Dio... tell me what to say. Tell me what will make the Impmon or the human hesitate."
Velgemon prepares an attack for next turn - intent on trying to keep the SaintMeramon pinned down to take it at point blank range. Paratice Head uses 'Empty Storm' - a barrage of 'Empty Shot', shooting corrupt data out in all directions. This is impacted by 'Data Overflow'.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 1, 2020 0:54:39 GMT
”It seems to be a newer form. The last time that we met they may not of been capable of it. We fought at varied levels but nothing this powerful.”
Silence let out a small snort and shook her head; if she had to guess though it was that this form was likely not going to last long. She’d of course have to voice this opinion about how long the other may have or perhaps where they could strike to take advantage of it.
”A copy yes, but still powerful. Do not take it lightly; I would suggest focusing on a single point rather than wide open attacks; the less telegraphed the better.”
Silence tilted her head as she heard that ‘whirring’. The now ally of the reapers wasn’t entirely sure what would be addressed next. Tell her what to have it say? Tell it something that would make them hesitate? The renamon mulled this over, wondering what would work… She’d snap her fingers and chuckle darkly. There was a lot that she could say and well... each bit would be told to the D-reaper. Each little mutterance would echo in her head and out into that chest that she was still being held in.
"It should work.”"
What would happen exactly to the two in front of her? To the human. The renamon felt a deep rumbling of enjoyment from this in her chest. She'd lean to say something and gag as something else made it's way out of her throat.
"They.... are.... stron...g...ger.... Than... you... T-think..."
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Post by Carlos Rey on Feb 1, 2020 2:11:50 GMT
Reasoning? No, the Dark Lord knew better than to try to do such a thing with the D-Reaper. Alas, even with Dio's influence over the DNA's form being greatly diminished thanks to his earlier injuries, that still didn't stop the Dark Lord's new form to share a very common flaw with it's usually dominant side.
It really liked the sound of his own voice. Unfortunately however, the sound of a different voice gave him pause.
The Dark Lord grit his teeth underneath all that armor, for a short second all that bravado and hubris would wash away as they heard a very familiar voice coming from the being, addressing them in a rather disturbing manner.
"S-silence?" The fusioned warrior questioned, all the weight behind his tone gone for a momentary second of hesitation and doubt...at least until he saw the Paratice Head make its move, that is, every mouth from that grotesquerie aiming to pelt him down with energy blasts.
Other than the somewhat surprised grunt as he was grabbed and taken away from the danger zone by the Witchmon, Carlos did not have any objections about being as far as possible from the ensuing battle. He shook his head, before turning to Wicke.d
"No biomerges. It's up to them now."
The demonic ruler made no attempt to move out of the way of the shots, merely raising an open palm in front of him as if commanding the attack to halt. The projectiles and their lack of knowledge of simple etiquette, of course, did no such thing, impacting ahainst the demon's vicinity but seemingly not doing any damage whatsoever. As soon as the attack ceased it would become apparent why: a transparent, reddish sphere seemed to be surrounding the Plutomon, shielding him of the devastating attack.
He certainly did not looked amused.
"Bah! Trying to lower my guard, aren't you? Such a clever little parasite." Plutomon taunted, sarcasm and poison dripping from his voice. He was no stranger to psychological warfare such as that, specially coming from that voice in particular, ironically enough. Though while the words themselves didn't seem to make much of an impression, deep down concerns were slowly bubbling and rising inside the fusioned digimon like a tidal wave. The implications of Silence's voice coming from...that thing were alarming, concerning. But that would ultimately not stop him from accomplishing his goal.
Plutomon defends himself from Empty Storm using Reawakened Hubris.
Reawakened Hubris: You can’t kill evil itself! Plutomon surrounds himself with a nigh impenetrable barrier to shrug off his enemies’ feeble attacks. Said barrier can withstand up to two SM level moves, as long as it’s not a once per thread attack, in which case he’ll take reduced damage from it. Additionally, he can’t move or be moved while behind his shield until it’s broken or it expires naturally, though he can still attack. Lasts for two turns if unbroken. 5 posts cooldown.
Cooldowns:
Reawakened Hubris (0/5)
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Post by Desmond Edmund on Feb 1, 2020 11:45:59 GMT
With only darkness around him, Demi had his sight on the Velgemon as he aimed and shot. While he did saw that his Burning Shot did work but not nearly as efficient as he hoped. The bolt of fire barely did anything that he could see making him worry a lot. What was much scarier was that the giant bird didn't even slow down or anything as he landed on top of him, pinning him to the ground. The SaintMeramon couldn't do anything when he felt the weight of the giant bird on his chest. His left arm tried to grab one of his legs but didn't manage to get a good hold on it. His back landed heavily on the ground and heard a low cracking sound coming from his armor. That was not going to go well. Desmond was still in the dark but did see the Velgemon land on something seeing how close it was to the ground. It must have been Demi. The blond tamer wanted to go forward but knew that he wouldn't be able to do anything to help. What was left to do? Nothing that he could think of. "Demi!" He shouted out loud at the giant bird's direction. He only heard a sharp grunt from his partner. The SaintMeramon was doing everything he could to get away from those talons but was just not strong enough. His lance was trying to poke the side of the Velgemon without much success. There was only one thing left to do. Demi closed his eyes under his helmet and both his bionic limbs fell to the side. He could hear his tamer screaming his name over and over. "Desmond..." Unlike the blond tamer, he had no idea where he was standing. He just hoped that he wouldn't go running after him. "Run..." Desmond had to run. If Demi couldn't handle the D-Reaper's ally, then Desmond would be doomed. The fire Digimon just let the Velgemon get as close as he wanted to. He would even take a full hit from the armored bird. It was over. But, if the Velgemon would indeed try to finish him, Demi would use his last remaining strength yell at Desmond one last time. "Run." The fire in his body would glow for a split second as the light escaped from the crack of his armor. The Frenchman barely had time to do anything as he lifted his hands to protect his face. However, he did not manage to run as the SaintMeramon self-destructed. His whole body exploded in fire and shrapnel. The shockwave of the explosion sent Desmond flying back with the fire burning some of his clothing and hands as he protected his face. He felt something sharp hitting his right leg making him scream in pain. On the ground, an unconscious DemiMeramon would be laying there. If the Velgemon survived, then it would be all over, for both Desmond and Demi.
Combat Log
- Demi leaves himself open for the Velgemon to get as close as possible before using Self-Destruct! Active: Self Destruct: ForgeMeramon gathers every bit of power left in him and created a massive explosion centered on himself. This explosion deals a ton of damage to whoever is in range of that explosion. After using this ability, ForgeMeramon reverts back into a DemiMeramon and falls unconscious. - Demi reverted into his In-Training from! - Desmond falls to the ground gets hit by the fire and shrapnel from Demi's explosion!
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D-Reaper Scout
In-Training
Never The End
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OOC Name: NolChannel™
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Post by D-Reaper Scout on Feb 1, 2020 20:39:41 GMT
Hm, a shield?
The wide area attack wouldn't penetrate that barrier, though the devastation it left on the battlefield was noteworthy. Paratice Head turned its focus to the Plutomon again, steam billowing from its beaks as it moved to square off against the dark knight's position. Slowly, it raised its hand, taking Silence's advice to focus its energy more on a single point.
... But that's not all it did.
"Dio."
The agent's voice would once more rattle inside the Knight's head.
"Poor, Poor Dio. You never even got to tell her. She never even noticed. But you were too afraid; afraid of her. Wondering if telling her would stir memories of those nights together in the forest."
"And in the end..." the beast creaked. "You never got to tell her. How much you loved her... and now she's gone."
With that last word, the energy built up in its palm, the Paratice sent a single, powerful Empty Bullet - aimed right for the center of Plutomon's frame. Barrier or not, it kept the pressure up. In more ways than one... Demi's effort did manage to do one thing:
It prevented Velgemon from going through with his own attack. It would have been a powerful, point-blank strike of destructive energy - but the energy that Demi sent back in his direction was far greater. So great, in fact, that it was questionable that it was even a mega-level technique to begin with. The powerful explosion engulfed the pair, the bird only able to raise its wings to guard a moment after the blast itself, not helping it against the initial onslaught.
Demi would fall down to his in-training form - and the Velgemon himself flickered, its armored wings torn to tatters, metal pieces falling off of its own body. It struggled for breath, and after a moment, the creature would revert to that of a Duskmon. Once more, Demi and Desmond could see each-other, both in their battered states.
... And the Duskmon would give Demi a sharp kick, or at least aim to do so, intending to punt him right next to his tamer.
"Just wait there. The D-Reaper's own will take care of the two of you..." The Duskmon growled, and turned. Starting to make his way back to the nest proper. "Hm... those words cut deep..."
The voice continued to rattle in Silence's mind, even to the persona held under the mask. And as Silence's own voice started to creep up, she'd feel a chilling grip around her core, a hiss felt in her ear. "Your confidence is misplaced. Those in front of you are all that's left. That little light is not coming... all you can do is wait..." Paratice uses 'Empty Bullet'.
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Post by Carlos Rey on Feb 1, 2020 21:35:32 GMT
Any other time the demon would have probably been spending every possible second berating this wretched oponent, taunting their incompetence and showering himself in praise. Not this time, this time he was quiet. Too quiet.
The fusion stood silently on guard behind his barrier, taking in every venomous word the agent whispered directly into his head. It might not have been easy to see but it...hurt. Not because his head hurt or it caused him any type of physical pain, but those words dug deep. They spoke of things the Agent or anyone for that matter could or should have known. Things he kept well private to anyone except...
Except Silence. Him wondering how and why the agent even knew those things was almost as concerning and painful as the words themselves. His mind slowly but surely would wander around, just for a moment to that certain night in the forest, the aching pain in his neck returning for a moment...
...and that moment was enough for him to not see the next attack coming! That "empty bullet" did send him back a fair bit, shattering the shield around Plutomon with a loud sound in the process. He was shaken, but mostly unharmed, if tired of being on the defensive.
"Tch." He kicked the ground, propelling himself upwards in the air to about the same height as the Paratice Head's...head.
"You may not speak of things you can't understand, let alone using her voice." He glared back, pure anger behind his eyes as he loudly snapped his fingers, and as he did a circular, red energy signature would appear above the agent's head, hanging silently above it before it lit up, energy building up in the center and shooting straight down at the D-Reapers' agent.
"...Big bro? Are you ok? Why is her voice..."
"Focus on the fight."
Plutomon's shield is destroyed by Empty Bullet! He counters with Hope Crusher.
Hope Crusher: With but a snap of his fingers Plutomon creates a gigantic sigil in the sky, which fires an enormous blast of energy down upon its target, dealing heavy damage. 2 posts cooldown.
Cooldowns:
Reawakened Hubris (1/5)
Hope Crusher (0/2)
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