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Of Despair and Fanatics [Mission]
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Post by Deleted on Feb 1, 2020 22:01:17 GMT
The ‘mask’ chuckled lightly and seemed to lean forward as the words it had suggested were spoken; each of them cutting deep and each of them eliciting a small bit of pride from them. How she wished she could see the expression with her own eyes! It wasn’t quite the same viewing it in such a backwater way…
However it’s pleasure and pride was cut short, it’d shudder and squirm as the ‘host’ made itself known. A furious tenacity that made even it balk slightly. Sure the D-reaper itself was unshakable but there were key points in it’s corrupted state that weren’t as strong. This ‘sub’ personality only having the strength of the moments.
It gripped around her core, she felt that hiss in her ear. There was a small spark of anger, deep and powerful. That grip found a vice reaching out as though the core itself wished to rip the D-reaper into it.
”My confidence is in that they know what they’re doing, that they’re fighting the same fight that I am. But where we fight and mince words they’re bringing their blades down on you. I can do MUCH more than wait.”
The renamon growled, her vice grip would start tugging the D-reaper into her core. Or at least try to do so, any energy. Anything that she could use. She could make this work for her, she might of been out of energy physically. Might of been on the downside here. But if the D-reaper gave her even an inch she’d turn that inch into a mile.
”Let me tell you something that might make you realize just how much you’ve erred.”
There was that dark pulsing blue, much darker and much more raw than the original’s. So far it had been beaten, backed into a corner. But like a cornered rat… The renamon wasn’t giving in, wasn’t allowing the D-reaper to completely win. She fought tooth and nail for every word, growling; tearing... And at the end her anger was apparent. She wasn't backing down from this challenge in front of her. This mountain that threatened to crush her...
”I am Silence and I am not your plaything. You should of listened to me when I said give up. Because they won’t stop fighting, you think you might of blown out the little light. But he’ll get back up. You think your words cut deep but their scars that they bear are so much deeper than that. They grow. They learn. You turn your head for a moment and you’ll find their fangs on your neck. Right next to mine.”
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Post by Desmond Edmund on Feb 5, 2020 3:21:14 GMT
Desmond was now on the ground holding his right leg. The pain of the shrapnel and minor burn on both hands were enough to bring tears in his eyes. He looked at that wound and wasn't sure if removing that piece of metal would do any good. The blond tamer hands were shaking and his heart beating so fast. He was afraid, hurt and useless. He barely had time to open one eye when he saw that he could now see where Demi was. However, his partner was back to his fireball form meaning that he did self destruct. But was it enough? The answer was no. The Velgemon was no more but Duskmon was still alive, very alive. So they failed.
The Frenchman closed his eyes once more and then heard the Duskmon's voice. The evil Digimon confirmed his fear, they did fail in their mission and there was nothing they could do now. Opening one eye once more, he saw that Demi was now next to him, still unconscious. His left hand shakily reached out to his partner. Upon contact, he barely felt the usual warm feeling of his body. If he was crying due to pain a few moments ago, now it was from sadness. tears felt down his face and he dragged himself closer with a lot of pain from his leg. Once he was in range to hug his dying partner, the tamer placed his arms around him.
He could still feel the subtle warm but it was like it was fading away. "Demi, I'm sorry..." He whispered. The fireball did not react, however. "I'm so sorry..." He was still whispering. He began sobbing more intensively while holding the DemiMeramon tighter. "You did good, Demi. We can go home now." He wasn't even sure if Demi could hear him. Now the D'Reapers will come to finish them sooner or later and there was nothing they could do now. With his leg still bleeding, he too was stared to faint.
"We can go home now..."
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Post by D-Reaper Scout on Feb 5, 2020 4:50:08 GMT
"But I do understand, Dio."
That voice echoed out, right as the Hope Crusher raced down from the sky. It would strike - and cut right through the agent's head, the beast recoiling backwards as its scalp was blown wide open - but it wasn't enough to take it down. It would catch itself, foot sliding backwards as it found its new center of gravity, a red bubbling mass already beginning to form on the wound.
It was regenerating. And it was far from done berating its target. "You weren't strong enough to pull her free from that feral mind. You couldn't be there for her when she was fighting against the world."
"... You couldn't even bring yourself to say your goodbyes when she was dying."
The agent knew it, at this point - it would have Dio hanging on its every word. And maybe he would be about to lose his temper... but he'd definitely be curious, even if morbidly so, about what the agent would say next. And that was why all the Paratice Head's beaks would open at once, and let forth a bloodcurdling screech - one that would even make the further-away Witchmon wince, as if feeling the mind rattling in her skull, blood dripping out of her left ear. Carlos, well, he wouldn't be damaged as much - it would be more like a high-pitched whine from an out-of-tune television.
But for the Plutomon? It might have been agony. "Kekeke!"
... Wait, where did that chuckling come from? Desmond might have found himself out of hope, and might have felt that he was on his last legs - but at that very moment, that spectral cat would crawl out and circle in front of the tamer, a smile on its face. The spirit chuckled, and moved down to Desmond's wounded leg, pressing a paw against it.
But the pain from the contact wouldn't come. Rather, he'd hear a clatter as the pieces of shrapnel would fall from his torn jeans, wounds beginning to close as his frame started to recover from the damage. It wouldn't be perfect, but he'd be able to stand.
The Witchmon didn't mention this part. The cat would move right to the in-training afterwards - transforming briefly into a ball of light, passing right through the fireball's frame, his body glowing a bright blue as the cat passed through the other side. 'Mittens' would be reduced to but a kitten afterwards, still idly stretching out her back, as the worst of the fireball's wounds started to fade away.
A chance - at the very least, they might be able to blitz their way out of the nest. ... And then there was Silence.
Clinging onto false hope, she'd try and draw energy right from the D-Reaper itself for her own purposes - but perhaps to her surprise, the menace wouldn't resist. Rather, Silence's actions were more akin to opening the floodgates. The energy would start to pour in without reserve - much more than Silence's frame was prepared to handle - such that the sinew would now be spreading through every inch of her data system.
"If the world was all as tenacious as you, it would crack from the root. Nothing would be left." The voice angrily echoed in Silence's head. "This is not your story. You are but a symptom of a world gone out of control."
"... We will bring it back in line..."
Paratice Head uses 'Möbius Chorus', a powerful sound-based attack. Paratice Head is regenerating.
'Mittens' uses its energy to pull Desmond and Demi from the brink of death. Seems cats really just do what they want, when they want to!
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Post by Deleted on Feb 5, 2020 4:59:28 GMT
Silence growled a bit as she felt that the menace didn’t resist. She didn’t like that it was a surprise to her and she felt that the energy started pouring into her system. Much more than she was used to and much more than she could handle. It was threatening to overwhelm the little of her that was left. She heard the other speak to her. She heard the other berate her. Tell her that her tenaciousness was what was wrong with her; how she was a symptom of a world gone out of control.
She felt her anger.
She felt her rage start to bubble from her core. The sheer audacity of that. She felt an anger older than her step forward. And she felt for a moment the same tenacity that had come from before her. That had been there before her push forward. She gripped at that energy as it ripped through her frame.
”You really don’t understand anything. You put the world in scope like that and everything seems right. You make assumptions that everyone else is wrong. That the world is sick and rather than try to live in it you try to change it to your twisted gaze. But I have but one question to ask you...”
She felt that energy build up, she felt herself fading but rather than give in. Rather than give up she tore at it, she broke what she could across her form. Across her frame. The energy she could handle… Well it was far less than what was there. She could still use it. She could still do something here. She’d lower her voice a bit. It was soft. Gentle. There was no harshness to it.
”Who hurt you?”
The renamon pulled at that energy, she welcomed it in such a way. She knew this was a bad idea, but she was clearly out of them. She was so far down the rabbit hole there was almost nothing she could do but make this energy hers. To use it in such a way…
She digivolved using this energy.
And the form that she would take would be from the energy she held within herself. Of the D-reaper. But for her friends. Would she remain as she was? Clinging to this hope she’d be in control? Or would she fall under the yolk of the D-reaper at such a time?
Log: -Silence tries to digivolve to Omegashutmon using the D-reaper energy!
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Post by Desmond Edmund on Feb 6, 2020 5:14:16 GMT
Desmond didn't even saw Mittens coming over and touch his wounded leg. He barely felt a thing as the shrapnel fell to the ground and that his open bloody mess of a wound closing. When he opened his eyes from the sudden lack of pain, the blond tamer saw the spectral cat going through his partner that he was holding tightly. He felt the warmth slowly coming back as Mittens became a kitten. The Frenchman didn't know what to say but a smile grew on his face. He moved his body into a sitten position and placed a hand on Mittens. "Thank you." He softly said. "Thank you so much."
The blond tamer would stay on the ground for a bit longer still holding Demi in his arms. Even if they weren't deleted yet, the D-Reaper might come to finish them off if they stay there for too long. Desmond bit his lip but didn't move. He could run to safety but that would mean that he would be abandoning his allies. But if he stays, then he wouldn't have a second chance. He had to choose to run away or try to get to his teammates. He knew that Silence was in the nest but what about Carlos? He had no clue. The human stood up for a moment with his eyes fixed on the nest. The worst thing that could happen would be to get face to face with the Duskmon once again. He didn't stand a chance against him in that state.
Will he make matters harder if he stays? That was the question Desmond was asking himself. And then, he felt the heat from his partner. Demi slowly came back from unconsciousness as his little hands gripped his tamer's clothing. "Desmond?" He was whispering his name. "Demi, it' okay. I'm here." The fireball moved to be able to look at his tamer that had dirt on almost all his face from the explosion earlier. "Did we win?" The Frenchman wasn't sure if he should lie to him or not. He opened his mouth to say something but stopped before making a sound. "We... Lost?" The Digimon looked sad and defeated.
Desmond sighed. Maybe he should tell him the truth. "Yes, we lost..." The fireball looked at his tamer with teary eyes. Then, both Desmond and Demi would look at the horizon and then the nest. Maybe it was time to go home. Standing silent for a moment, they looked at each other. "Where are the others?" The Digimon would ask. Upon hearing that, Desmond saw something in his partner's big blue eyes. Determination. "I don't know, Demi. I don't know." He admitted. "Are we going to look for them?" That question made Desmond silent. "You want to... Look for them?"
"Should we not?" The human wasn't sure what to say. If they were in full shape, he would have said yes in a heartbeat. However, this was not the case. So what was he was going to tell his little partner? "We should not..." He then said with honesty. "We are too weak right now... We should..." That would have been the better option, they would be just slowing them in their state. "Are we going to look for them?" Demi asked once more but with a more serious tone. The blond tamer wasn't sure what to say so he just looked at Demi. A smile slowly appeared on the Digimon's face. "Are we?" Desmond sighed. Demi wasn't going to take no as an answer.
"Yes, Demi." The fireball hugged his tamer. "Yay!" Even after been badly beaten, Demi wasn't going to let his friends down. Desmond tried to make a few careful steps at first, testing how well his right leg would do before picking the pace. "Hold on, guys!" Demi said with hope in his voice.
"We're coming!"
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Post by Carlos Rey on Feb 7, 2020 1:01:06 GMT
"Shut up." Was all the demon lord spat at the agent as it kept spewing its venom at him, every word, every sentence weighing down on him. Reopening old wounds, things he had taken for granted.
Things he, or rather they told themselves they had gotten over. Her struggles and eventual death, all things they had been missing for. Things at least one of them couldn't bring himself to talk about...
Was it the stress of the mission, the mental toll it was taking on them, or perhaps the agent was doing something to their minds for them to simply stand there and take in every single word? They didn't know. They didn't care. They just wanted that thing to stop.
"Shut up, just shut UP!" The plutomon roared out, the ground trembling as his voice of pained outrage boomed into the distance. But before he could act on his anger, he'd find himself assaulted by pure, incredible agony as the creature screamed out from every beak, the screech filling his ears, his head, his core with nothing but pain. It was so loud and powerful even the faraway Carlos couldn't help but try and cover his ears, wincing in pain as the nails on chalkboard like cry assaulted his senses, though perhaps not to the same extent as Wicked.
And certainly not to the same extent as his partners.
The demon lord fell to one knee, hands grasping at the sides of his helmet, his claw like fingers grabbing so hard at it, digging and burrowing into his head so much that they almost drew data, all in a futile attempt to try and block out the sheer pain being broadcasted into his head and his whole body.
"SILENCE!!!" He cried out, perhaps demanding the Paratice to cease the torture, perhaps desperately crying the name his friend. None of them knew. All they knew now was pain and sadness.
And that they wanted the D-Reaper to feel the same. Without really being able to move from their position, the Plutomon's sharp tail lashed out to the sides, moving around like a whip as the tip began to glow with power. Without ever stopping to aim better, an electric beam shot out from it, hitting all around the Super Mega in a chaotic fashion and hopefully also against the Agent's body.
Plutomon nearly collapses in pain from Möbius Chorus, while he retaliates with Gamma Ray
Gamma Ray: Charging up malignant energy within himself Plutomon fires off a massive beam of pure electrical energy at the enemy from the tip of his tail. Said beam has a range of up to 200 ft, deals heavy damage and ignores defensive buffs. 3 posts cooldown.
Cooldowns: Reawakened Hubris (2/5)
Hope Crusher (1/2)
Gamma Ray (0/3)
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Post by D-Reaper Scout on Feb 7, 2020 23:50:07 GMT
The Plutomon was reduced to stammering.
He didn't try to defend. He didn't try to interrupt the Paratice Head. He couldn't even bring himself to attack. No, the D-Reaper had the fusion hanging on every word, and they took the full effect of the Möbius Chorus. Reduced to standing on his knee, the agent knew it had the edge. A hand was raised, ready to finish off this Plutomon with a well-faced Empty Bullet...
... But, in its writhing pain, they managed to let out a single, powerful electrical attack. The Paratice Head was struck right in the chest, arms forced to the side as the beast was forced backwards, the sudden detonation blowing its chest wide open. The Paratice Head wasn't especially durable, especially not in the face of a Super Mega. Still, maybe this was the worst possible thing the twins could have done.
Because it opened the agent right up, and revealed the captive within, the armored OmegaShutmon held right in the agent's frame. Except, maybe it wasn't quite her: the fur of the captive was jet black, her eyes a pulsing red, a definite twinge of anger in her throat. Silence had managed to Digivolve, yes, but at what cost? To what avail?
Did she even have any of her mind left?
There was no words. In fact, there was no sound at all - Silence ruled the battlefield. As the Paratice Head raised its palm, a light built up in absolute silence, an empty bullet sent soaring, aimed right towards the Plutomon's chest.
No words. No sound at all. Just intent violence. 'We're coming'!
Well... that was one way to use their second lease on life, here! It was questionable what Desmond and Demi could even do in this situation, but Mittens would park right back up on the tamer's shoulder. Refreshed, they'd make pretty good time...
... Only to, really, catch up with the Duskmon a hundred or so yards in. The Knight seemed winded, wounded from the last bout, but still seemed intent on joining the fight in the center - and more than willing to crack a head or two if he needed to.
That might be hard to handle at in-training. No-one hurt me.
This is just reality, Silence.
Your reality.
Silence's passive is active, muting all noise in the area. Silence has succeeded in evolving. Paratice Head uses Empty Bullet. Silence... well...
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Post by Deleted on Feb 8, 2020 0:30:26 GMT
It was a terrible thing to fall. It was a terrible thing to bring it into your heart, to yank and roar at it to submit to your will only to fall to it before. The renamon had broken under the weight of the flood and engulfed herself in the power that it had. She likely would have fallen further into it’s clutches… If her tenacity had waivered. If she had given up for a single moment. But she didn’t. Not even while it held the reigns over her body. Even as it corrupted the very core of her being. Corrupting her soul and twisting her purpose to match theirs. She stood there as her form pulsed with the raw power. The open wound of the paratice head giving her sight of the battle. The one sided sight of the plutomon that had rent the paratice head asunder. She’d step forward, placing a hand on the entrance of that wound. She’d look around cautiously. Like she was assessing the world. Assessing her purpose. She’d tilt her head quizzically for a moment, the silence of the area making her wonder something to herself. Something outside of the D-reaper. Something outside of her own corrupt mind for the moment. There was that intent of violence yes. There was that spark of curiosity. But that spark… Was overwhelmed in an instant as her purpose and drive remained clear. What she was here to do. Snarling in silence her rebuke to the D-reaper was made apparent. Her motive made clear. She was not on their side. Not yet. There was a plethora of things she could do. A massive amount of things that she could try. But ultimately her mind settled on Avalanche. It was sizeable enough and strong enough to damage most of the paratice head from the inside. Her form bristled and the clouds above the paratice head seemed to slow. There was a moment where it seemed like nothing would happen before a blast of such intense icy air lanced outwards that it seemed like it would wrench the world asunder. But for now it would settle on the paratice head that she had moved to the ‘exit’ of. ”It remains your reality. Not mine. Never mine. I reject your reality and substitute my own.”She felt the fighting whispers in her head. She felt the pain of the moment, every second she wasn’t conforming to this beast was agony. But it was an agony she would embrace to fight with her friends. To give them a chance. The pain in her eyes and the growling in her throat as silent as they were still told the same story. Even under the guise of another, even under the influence of another she would not waiver. Log: -Silence has a moment to reflect, a moment to see her purpose. -Silence moved to the ‘exit’ of the paratice head -Silence uses Avalanche while still inside the paratice head! Passive: Hypothermia|Combat Passive: This ability projects a large freezing air effect around omegashutmon. Individuals that are within 150 feet of omegashutmon find their movement's slowed by 5% the moment they step within this range. For each posting round that an individual is within this range this slow increases by 5% up to a maximum of 30%. Staying outside of this range or using fire to reverse the freezing effect is possible.
Knight of the Mausoleum|Combat Passive: This digimon's body is freezing to the touch and the digimon itself leaves behind frozen tracks as though it had flash frozen each step. Additionally this digimon is unaffected by the cold itself making Ice based moves ineffective against it. While fire moves deal increased damage due to her frozen body.
Permafrost|Combat Passive|RAM UPGRADE: Every blade, every weapon of legend has a name. Every person that wields them falls into the abyss of the forgotten long before their weapon’s names are. This blade, as named by K herself before passing on is one of the few things she left to her successor. This blade is made out of a strange digichrome, hardened by the ice of the frozen mausoleum itself permafrost cannot be broken by normal means.
Further still, it is a catalyst of sorts, cultivating and soothing. It’s very presence allows for OmegaShutmon to persevere in such a way that many would not. It is a symbol, a symptom of a better world that those that get a glimpse of hardly let go. And within that symbol is a power. A power that can hardly be explained with simple words. Yet here we are, doing exactly that.
Permafrost’s power is simple.
For every attack that connects with an enemy target OmegaShutmon herself finds herself attuning further to the blade. Further still to the glimpse of that world, to that symbol. This attunement pushes her further, pushes her abilities to their limit. Her Damage input increases by 50% for two posts, which she cannot attune further with the blade during this time. She may start attuning to the blade the post after the attunement wears off. One post cooldown between activations. Move: Avalanche: The last resort, one of the most powerful ability in all of OmegaShutmon’s repertoire hands down. It freezes the ground, it chills the air. The clouds themselves above the large Five hundred foot radius AOE that is centered on OmegaShutmon itself seem to slow. This pulse of icy air freezes all that it touches, dealing immense damage to those caught within it. It’s capable of flash freezing even the hottest fires… Deals increased damage if a target is affected by a slow effect from OmegaShutmon. Five post cooldown. Cooldown: Avalanche: [0/5]
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Post by Desmond Edmund on Feb 8, 2020 5:12:44 GMT
Desmond was trying to run as fast as he could while holding his little partner in his arms. Demi had a broad smile on his face with his right hand pointing to the nest. Thanks to Mittens, the duo was feeling more than ready to face anything that will be in their path. Everything but maybe the Duskmon. It took a bit for the two of them to see the black figure of their evil rival a long way further away. The blond tamer slowed down upon seeing him a few yards from where he was. To be frank, he did not think that through. He didn't have a good plan to begin with, nor any plan at all. As for Demi? He was now pointing at the Duskmon and wondering why his tamer was slowing down. The Frenchman stopped moving and saw that the evil Digimon didn't seem to have noticed them, just yet.
"Why are we..." Demi didn't have time to finish his question as Desmond place his whole hand on his big mouth. The fireball looked up to saw that Desmond was clearly trying to come up with some kind of strategy. He knew that whatever they do, they would not be able to stealthily approach it. And there was also the fact that Demi was in his fireball form. The best he could do is shooting tiny fireballs, something that would just annoy the Duskmon more than anything. They really should have thought it through. Demi slowly moved his head to look at his rival and poked his tamer with his right arm. "I don't think he saw us." He whispered.
"I think so too, Demi." However, he knew that it could change if the Duskmon just well, looks behind him. On the good side of things, there were still a bit less than a hundred yards between them. But on their last battle, the evil Digimon did manage to close in very quickly. Will he try the same thing once more? Most likely. "What are we going to do, Desmond?" The fireball asked. The human didn't know what to answer. The more sane solution would be to run back where they came seeing that there was no way that they could go around it without being noticed. It was just a matter of time before the Duskmon turned his head around.
"I can fight!" The Digimon said maybe a bit too loud. It made Desmond hold his breathing as if it would change something. "Please don't turn your head..." He whispered. As he whispered these words, he slowly got on one knee and let Demi hop off his arms. The fireball took a deep breath and focused. A second went by and nothing happened. Another one went by and still nothing at all. "I can't Digivolve?" He then asked a bit uneasy. "Why can't I digivolve?" The blond tamer facepalmed and stood up. "I don't know..." The human was still trying to make as little noise as possible.
He then took out his Digivive from his pocket and tried a combination of buttons with no success. "Why won't you work..." He whispered to the device. "Come on, work will you?" He tried to press the buttons randomly still with no success. By then, the Duskmon might have noticed the duo trying to figure how to Digivolve. Maybe because Demi was in his Mega form earlier and it drained all of the Digivice's power? Desmond was now going into panic mode. Trying again to button mash the heck of it, a small flicker of light flashed on the screen and then nothing.
They were doomed.
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Post by Carlos Rey on Feb 8, 2020 18:26:02 GMT
Almost as if following Plutomon's earlier command, just as sudden and quick as the screeching had begun, it stopped. Just as suddenly and jarringly. The Dark Lord's head pulsed in pain, the deafening silence that ensued being almost as disorienting and painful as the sensory overload from before. Yet it somehow felt...familiar.
The armored super mego slowly stood up, still grasping at the side of the head, dazed and confused. He grimaced as he looked up once again at the agentn only for his eyes to widen even more than before. The red figure emerging from the Paratice's chest, looking down at him was enough for the demonic lord to freeze, as if having a hard time processing who was looking at him from above. Was that really Silence?
Had she already been turned?
"Are we too late..."
Plutomon, lost thinking in those bleak possibilities did not see the Agent preparing it's attack until it was too late, the energy blasting his chest and sending the armored digivolution tumbling backwards a fair distance, smoke rising his now dented chest armor. He slowly picked himself off the ground, heaving painfully and silently.
There was no attempt to communicate or reach out at either the agent or Silence anymore. Even if the silencing field hadn't been in place, it wouldn't have changed a thing. The Plutomon looked at his opponent(s?) once again, a somber look in his eyes as one of his hands began to glow brightly with flames, the fire soon converging into the vague shape of a sword in his hands. Without much more fanfare, he much threw the recently summoned weapon in the Paratice's direction, aiming to lodge it in it's wretched skull.
They had a mission to accomplish. Mourning had to wait.
Plutomon takes damage from the Empty Bullet. Plutomon retaliates with Wicked Edge.
Wicked Edge: Plutomon summons forth a large flaming sword of hellfire, which he can use to either send a damaging wave of flames from afar, or slash at his enemy with it, both of which deal heavy damage. 3 posts cooldown.
Cooldowns: Reawakened Hubris (3/5)
Hope Crusher (2/2)
Gamma Ray (1/3)
Wicked Edge (0/3)
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Post by D-Reaper Scout on Feb 8, 2020 19:56:09 GMT
Perhaps Dio might have wanted to keep that source of warmth closer to him. The Wicked Edge would be hurled forth towards the Paratice Head, right on target with the agent, who did little to dodge. Perhaps the twins would think that the beast was simply going to rely on its regeneration again, and in that case, how could they hope to overwhelm it with sheer firepower? If it could just stand and attack without limit, how could they hope to expend its energy?
But, as that blade connected, the result was probably beyond their expectations. Instead of wedging inside or simply cutting through, the agent's 'skull' shattered on impact. Frozen bits of red began scattered and bounced off of the hardened battlefield... and in the opening, the Witchmon pointed a palm open, aiming at the agent's cable.
"A-Aquary Pressure!"
Another powerful jet stream of water tore down, and severed that cable through like an aquatic saw. It could no longer regenerate. Though Silence's anger might have been too pointed. Avalanche had frozen the agent solid, unable to move or even click open its beaks, but the effect went further than that. The entire air was filled with the chill, frost built up over the ground, threatening to even creep up the Plutomon's armor and send a chill down his spine.
Tch...
"The kernel!" The Witchmon shouted, her voice echoing across the battlefield, that deafening aura seemingly vanishing without a trait. "Before it reconnects to the agent, put everything you have into it!" "Hm?"
... Oh, wasn't that something? The Duskmon would not have noticed at all, if it wasn't for Demi's energy spiking from his several attempts at Digivolving. The dark knight would turn around, and looked right on down at the panicked pair. Drawing one of his blades, he began to limp towards the two, eyes set right on the tamer, Desmond.
"To think you two could still move. Given such a chance, and you chose to throw it away like this? I'll make this quick..."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 8, 2020 20:20:09 GMT
Her ice had done it. It had frozen the agent solid and hopefully had tuned down the impact to the rest of the group. She knew that the huge ability would carry some problems but honestly with how things were going she wasn’t going to hold anything back anymore. Hearing the attack from the witchmon and seeing the cable be cut apart made the empowered shutmon pause for a second. Without the agent it was defenseless. Without the Duskmon it was defenseless. Without her it was Defenseless. She could feel the claws of the D-reaper still planted firmly in her skull and firmly planted in her core. She could tell it was trying to use her, it took everything she had and then more to do what she needed to. But with the agent frozen it’s voice was strangely absent and that void was something she was willing to use. Willing to turn around and smite the entire focus of this mission. She knew that if they waited that they wouldn’t make it any further. So she did what she needed to do. For them. For herself. For her stupid choices that lead up to this moment. She felt her sword sing. She felt everything she needed to do in this moment. Wicked was right. They needed to put everything they had to it. Kicking off and out of the paratice head the pitch black wolf re-acquired her primary target. The first thing she had to do? Me-17. Machinedramon. Giga Cannon.A pair of enormous cannons sprouted out of her back midfall, they’d aim directly at the kernal. A second later? They’d fire out those extremely powerful blasts; she knew if they hit that the kernal would be hurting but she wasn’t done yet! The shutmon’s hand tightened around her sword and she felt her energy start to flow through her body to it. There was a small pause as she felt it drain her essence, her very being. Everything that she had become into it. For a single attack. She’d land on the ground for all of a moment before… She’d leap upwards her sword coming up to slam into the kernal; she was aiming around the same place that she had fired those energy blasts. Maybe focus firing was the wrong approach but without any proper knowledge of the kernal and it’s make up she had to guess! Once her attack was made she felt her body weaken and growled as she landed on the ground. It was going to be hard to keep fighting if that didn’t work! But that also meant that if the D-reaper took her again that this form wouldn’t hit as hard... Log-Silence used ME-17: MAchinedramon: Giga Cannon! Firing two extremely powerful blasts at the kernal! -Silence’s Permafrost passive is active! Increasing her damage by 50%! -Silence uses The first Rose to deal insanely high damage if it hits the kernal! Passives: Hypothermia|Combat Passive: This ability projects a large freezing air effect around omegashutmon. Individuals that are within 150 feet of omegashutmon find their movement's slowed by 5% the moment they step within this range. For each posting round that an individual is within this range this slow increases by 5% up to a maximum of 30%. Staying outside of this range or using fire to reverse the freezing effect is possible.
Knight of the Mausoleum|Combat Passive: This digimon's body is freezing to the touch and the digimon itself leaves behind frozen tracks as though it had flash frozen each step. Additionally this digimon is unaffected by the cold itself making Ice based moves ineffective against it. While fire moves deal increased damage due to her frozen body.
Permafrost|Combat Passive|RAM UPGRADE: Every blade, every weapon of legend has a name. Every person that wields them falls into the abyss of the forgotten long before their weapon’s names are. This blade, as named by K herself before passing on is one of the few things she left to her successor. This blade is made out of a strange digichrome, hardened by the ice of the frozen mausoleum itself permafrost cannot be broken by normal means.
Further still, it is a catalyst of sorts, cultivating and soothing. It’s very presence allows for OmegaShutmon to persevere in such a way that many would not. It is a symbol, a symptom of a better world that those that get a glimpse of hardly let go. And within that symbol is a power. A power that can hardly be explained with simple words. Yet here we are, doing exactly that.
Permafrost’s power is simple.
For every attack that connects with an enemy target OmegaShutmon herself finds herself attuning further to the blade. Further still to the glimpse of that world, to that symbol. This attunement pushes her further, pushes her abilities to their limit. Her Damage input increases by 50% for two posts, which she cannot attune further with the blade during this time. She may start attuning to the blade the post after the attunement wears off. One post cooldown between activations. Move: The First Rose|RAM UPGRADE: It is no surprise that this form is representative of her former self’s desire to protect the world and all within it. Further still, this form is cultivated by a single being. It’s concept and its prowess fledgling to many. But even still. It has one thing that many decisively lack. Even at these higher stages.
Purpose. Unbridled purpose.
And with this purpose, with this single unadulterated purpose. To strike down those that would threaten the world and those within it. For this purpose, she uses this single attack. Pouring her icy energies into her sword Permafrost. Draining her very essence, her very being. Her everything. In exchange? She makes a single, devastating blow. Dealing insanely high damage to a single target. Using this attack cuts OmegaShutmon’s capabilities in half for the rest of the thread. Once per thread. Card: [2/7] ME-17 Card Name: Machinedramon Type: Digimon Rank: Chrome-Digizoid Duration: 1 Post Giga Cannon: The target Digimon summons Machinedramon's cannons on their shoulders and fires two extremely powerful blast at their foe. Duration: Permafrost: [½] Cooldown: The first rose: N/A
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Post by Desmond Edmund on Feb 10, 2020 4:08:54 GMT
Both Desmond and Demi froze for a second as if it would make the Duskmon forget about them. The two looked at each other with wide eyes before turning their attention to the Duskmon that was slowly coming. But then, the human noticed something, the evil Digimon was limping. He was hurt. However, that wouldn't mean much if Demi would stay in his child form. The fireball closed his eyes trying to focus in hope of Digivolving but still, nothing happened. As for the tamer, he was back at trying to push all the buttons on his Digivice like a maniac. Hopefully, they might have a few more seconds of trying to figure how Digivolution works before Duskmon gets too close and cut them into pieces.
"Come on, work!" The human was clearly losing his calm. As for Demi, he was trying to find anything inside of him that would make him get stronger. With every step that the Duskmon took, the more panicked they became. The fireball floated backward a bit but Desmond stayed where he was. There was no way that they could face the evil Digimon right now. "Desmond?" The fire Digimon was now hiding behind his tamer's long legs. "I'm trying! I'm trying!" Taking half of a second to look if Duskmon was still just limping, the blond tamer was about to throw the damn thing on the ground. He tried one more time, pressing every button in rapid succession.
And then, the screen lit up. Desmond couldn't believe it, is it working? "Demi!" He shouted even if they were next to each other. He looked down and saw that his partner was now glowing. The fireball floated to be in front of his tamer and closed his eyes. The Digivice screen was now flashing. The flashed were subtle at first and then it began flashing quicker and quicker. The Frenchman held his Digivice pointing the screen at his little partner and a beam of light came out of the screen and engulfed Demi in light. The globe of light and data then broke revealing a much taller MetalMeramon. Now they had a chance to win. The fire giant growled before lifting his right hand toward the D-Reaper's ally.
A ball of fire began forming in his palm and it was growing bigger and bigger. He might not be strong in long distances but he was going to try anyway while the Dusmon was still limping. Desmond knew that it could teleport and rapidly as well so every second counted. "Hold steady, Demi!" He said out loud. Now the real battle began.
Combat log
- Demi Digivolved into MetalMeramon! - Demi is charging his Fireball attack! Active: Fireball: MetalMeramon can shoot a fireball from his right arm. He can take 1 to 2 turns to charge the fireball and make it bigger and stronger but it will also take the same amount of turns for it to recharge if he chose to charge it. The fireball deals 2x and 3x damage respectively. Otherwise, it has no cooldown.
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Post by Carlos Rey on Feb 10, 2020 20:52:04 GMT
As the agent's head shattered into hundreds of pieces a cold, bitter chill swallowed the area. The Plutomon felt the chill creeping up his spine, his entire body feeling number and number as the temperature kept dropping, the shock from the sudden change was almost as painful as the ever mounting wounds the twins had been receiving.
Honestly, it was downright surprising they were managing to maintain the fusion through all of this, co sidering neither of them had been at their best prior to it. That said it was becoming very noticeable that said fusion would not last for long, the digimon's frame flickering ever so slightly with every subtle movement.
Truth be told, what pushed them to move forward and go for the now exposed Kernel wasn't a sense of duty, or even Wicked yelling at them to go. It was seeing Silence that pushed them once again. To see that even as she was covered by that red wickedness, even after having been put through hell, she had never once stopped fighting. How could they ever consider themselves equals to her if they didn't push through one last time as well?
The plutomon silently marched forward, his pace slowly picking up until he broke into a full on run, his body slowly but surely being covered by dark flames. It wasn't quite enough to fight the cold, but it would have to do. Once he was close enough to the Kernel he would plant one foot on the ground, while to other gave the white sphere a vigorous kick, the flame coating his body converging into the dark lord's leg as he did so.
This thing had caused them too much pain already, it was only fair to try and use said pain against it.
Plutomon attacks the kernel with The Fire of Hate
The Fire of Hate: Covering himself in hell fire the Dark Lord rushes forward up to 100 ft, before delivering a mighty flaming kick in a rising motion. Deals severe damage and sends the afflicted target flying up into the skies. 4 posts cooldown
Cooldowns: Reawakened Hubris (4/5)
Gamma Ray (2/3)
Wicked Edge (1/3)
The Fire of Hate (0/4)
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Never The End
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Post by D-Reaper Scout on Feb 11, 2020 0:56:49 GMT
The Witchmon looked on from above - and seeing the fireworks about to unfold, decided to pull back another twenty or so yards into the air, as the two Super Megas pointed everything they had at the kernel. Those monstrous cannons and that brazen kick echoed with a booming roar, loud and powerful enough that Wicked had to raise a hand just to keep her hat on her head, the virus type grinning at the carnage below.
It was undeniable, the two had done it. The two hits scored home, and as the smoke slowly cleared, they would see the mere remnants, the back half of the white kernel, slowly dissipating into trash data - as did the ground around them. It would take a while, considering the sheer amount of it, but a veritable see of red dust started to float up into the air, turning a stark grey before vanishing entirely. Though, all was not well.
Silence - whether as an OmegaShutmon or a Renamon - would find her fur stuck black, her eyes piercing red in color, and an utter feeling like someone was grabbing the back of her mind with a strong, open palm. Dio and Gio, as the Plutomon, were battered and beaten, probably taken far past their limit at the moment... ... And though Demi had managed to raise himself to his Champion form, much to the Duskmon's surprise, it remained doubtful that he'd be able to so easily overcome the spirit warrior in front of him. The dark knight gave a grunt, keeping his focus right on the newly renewed Champion.
He might not have been able to fight properly, but with his focus narrowed on one target, he knew that he had to take out the one threat that remained. Planting that pained leg on the ground, the Duskmon gave a labored roar, and simply sprinted right into the Meramon's direction, without abandon or care, and aimed to drive his shoulder right against the golem's chest.
If he was going to leave himself open to charge an attack, then the Duskmon was going to look to close the fight first! "Of all the fucking luck..."
Back at the center of it all, the Witchmon would slowly descend, letting Carlos off of the broom, as she stood right up on her feet. Save her bloodied ears, the sorceress looked no worse for wear - and she'd step right up to the OmegaShutmon - or, more likely at this point, the Renamon - and assuming it was the latter, she'd try and pluck the fox right up by the scruff of her neck.
"I'll see what I can do about this hot mess, here. Hopefully without so many of those 'spirit soldiers' around, the nests'll go back to just being 'Wednesday' work for us. Eh... hasn't been a perfect run, but you lot did good enough."
... Harsh.
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