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"Honestly, I wouldn't be worried about water in the long term."
Ah, there he was. Hearing the voice of her General, Angel's ear perked up, the fox standing up properly as the tamer stepped into the room. He'd give a nod, looking over the Silvermon's frame. "Obviously, your power is running hot. Anything you touch is going to get shocked - but its just a case of siphoning the excess current."
'Siphon' was a curious word to use there, but Denryu half-predicted this result. He'd walk by the Silvermon, to a corner of the room, and pull out a hard-cased box. Opening the clasp, he'd set down, right in front of the Silvermon...
... A car battery. Affixing the leads, he'd offer both of them to the Silvermon. "Grasp the metal part into each hand - the drained battery will do the rest, and pull the 'hot' current at the top of your frame. While you're at it, try and remember how it feels. It could give you an idea of how to focus the energy into your palms."
"So... in short, yes. We're going to use you to power the underground, but its for your benefit, not ours." Angel rolled her eyes, nodding as the General excused himself from the room. "The Devidramon is 'Demon'. Yes: the 'Demon' to my 'Angel'. I fuse with the weapon- and spirit- types, while Demon over there fuses with the mech and electric types."
A simple enough answer. To that last part, she just groaned.
"Right, right. Silver, sorry. I'm shit with names."
Silver’s eyes trailed from angel to the general. The masked ‘tamer’ of sorts being an enigma that the wolf didn’t really know how to address. How he even knew if this would work or where to go from here. The wolf shifted and slowly sat up; rather properly now that he had more control of his facilities.
”...I suppose you have a solution to that.”
The wolf tilted his head and watched the human move over to the corner of the room; pulling out something from some box and then setting it down in front of him. It was a car battery. In fact it was one that was for the digital world and would probably hold his current just fine. Though this didn’t stop a scowl from splitting his face as he took either of the leads. There was a noticeable deflation as he felt the car battery take some of that excess.
”...I don’t know whether to feel insulted or amused. I think I’ll take the latter over the former cause that’ll get more done.”
He’d watch the general go; eyes flicking to the renamon as she spoke. Demon and angel huh? Who came up with these names? Then again he was named after a metal or element depending on the medium you chose. He’d frown lightly as she explained the difference between the two of them.
”It’s fine. We literally met last night and until now I wouldn’t of been important enough to learn anything about.”
There wasn’t any bitterness to his voice, just direct facts that he didn’t seem to have a problem with. The excess energy that was flowing into the battery did give him a sort of idea to how to direct the flow of his excess. He however did not know how long to hold onto the leads for. He’d grit his teeth a little bit and look to angel.
”Do you really not know the plan with me? Or are you giving me stop gap answers so that I don’t get upset? I don’t care either way I’m just. I can’t just be a car battery for you all.”
Not much for humor, was he? The General really didn't need to leave it at much comment, simply sparing the Silvermon a nod as he would step out of the room once more. For being a captive of this whole situation, the wolf was being awfully considerate... even half-apologizing to Angel about the name thing?
"Tch. If you weren't interesting, we wouldn't have bothered going this far for you." The Renamon might have missed the point on that, but at least the next few minutes would go on in relative peace. For the moment, at least, the Silvermon would feel the current leave the 'top end' of his data. The fox would eventually motion for him to let go of the leads - and she'd finally chance placing a bare hand against Silver's back.
"Hm. Its not perfect, but at least you're not shocking everything you're touching." Stepping to the side of the room, she'd toss a towel to Silver, something to finally let him wipe out the static in his fur. As for that question?
"Silver. My General's the type of guy who ran some computer thing and found, in a week, what the researchers of this world were trying to find for years. He managed to beat both Luminas and Wisemon to Azulongmon's statue, and I'm still not even sure how the fuck he did it. Meanwhile, my strongest trait is fighting. I'm used to not knowing what the fuck is going on."
Given the situation it was rather difficult for him to be full of humour wasn’t it? He had been kidnapped, taken to some place he had no idea where it was and ontop of it all had just spent… four hours in this siphon thing apparently? The wolf rubbed his face and flicked an ear as he watched the general go.
”I suppose you all wouldn’t yeah.”
The silvermon snorted a bit and shook his head; she had missed the point completely but he wasn’t going to waste her time trying to explain it. He was grateful when the current lessened to the point where he wasn’t zapping everything given the fact that Angel was able to touch his bare back without any protection.
”I don’t think many folks would want to be around me if I was.”
The touch felt odd to him; muted in some fashion or another. Was it his own senses? Maybe he was a bit fried still… it would probably still be the case for a while given the siphons effects. He’d catch that towel and start wiping himself down, though the towel itself would jitter a bit as the static worked through the fabric.
Then angel explained just the sort of thing that the general had done; out of everyone to ask she definitely was not the one. His eyes slid from her to the door where the general had left through; but he felt that the general would keep him in the dark if he asked. Likely saying they didn’t trust him or that he wasn’t ready yet.
There was a strange moment where the mon looked a bit lost before his composure returned. He’d stretch slightly and rub at one of his shoulders; turning back to the renamon.
”Hmm. Fair enough I guess. I’m not really one to question someone with that sort of nonsense behind them but… Tch. Well I suppose the next thing is to learn just how much of this I can control...”
"For now, I suggest you just go along with the flow. Its probably obvious, but taking you by force means that we don't really expect you to agree with our reasoning behind everything."
That was really an understatement. Taking the towel back, throwing the static-charged piece of cloth over her shoulder, she would give a nod. "Right now, we've just managed to shave off the layer that leaked into your frame. You're good for now, but when you try and call on it yourself, its not going to be perfect or pleasant. That said..." The fox stretched out her back.
"Tomorrow should be interesting."'Tomorrow should be interesting', indeed.
They gave Silver time to recuperate: to get used to his data signal, to get a proper meal, and sleep. The next morning, however, he'd be led to one of the arenas of the Colosseum, and Silver might finally get somewhat of an idea where he was. Well, sort of: if he looked up, he'd see the pipes and the sewer systems of 'New Terminus', right above the old ones.
He'd also find himself standing a few feet away from Demon. The Devidramon was decidedly more armored than yesterday, a metallic visor covering his face, and a slight metallic tint to his nails. At a glance, he looked to be about ultimate level. At the opposite side of the arena, a few metal poles were set up.
Target practice. "Grr... I don't really... 'teach'. Just watch."
The Devidramon groaned, and held his right arm off to his side. It only took a moment, his nails quickly charged with an electric current. Crackling, crimson energy soon danced off his palm - and he'd thrust his arm forward. With a 'crack', the energy shot out in an arc, striking the pole on the far right dead center. The pole itself crackled heavily with the ultimate's lightning.
Demon tensed his claw, the last bit of static cleanly dissipating from his arm.
"Strong. Fast. Efficient. Make the energy follow the shortest path to the target."
”Tch. You’re not really wrong there. I don’t really agree with kidnapping people but then again I sort of see the reasoning for having to do so. Even if it’s a bit… messed up.”
Silver shook his head and flicked his ears forward; they had just made a step in the right direction. He would be ‘good’ for now when it came to his energy and the wolf mulled over what he could do with this… newly gained power. Her statement about it not being pelasant or perfect made him shrug.
”I’m used to powers of mine being… somewhat unwieldy or strange. So being unpleasant shouldn’t be anything new.”
At her last statement silver gave no real comment, simply nodding to her before they would eventually go back to his room. The mon had a rough night of trying to sleep, the dreams of what had happened being forced to his subconcious and his ‘awakened’ state made it difficult not to have nightmares. Waking up and being drenched in sweat was something he was unused to. His shaking hands and morning routine that followed was something that had him a touch… nervous.
His data signal had leveled out, it was still one that he could barely control. It wasn’t hard for anyone of this group to know where he was; did the human even know? The armored wolf stepped into the ‘colosseum. His eyes sweeping around, taking note of the area and it’s make. There were some things here that spoke to him, a cracked pipe here. A broken support there. This place had wear and tear not unlike the deeper parts of terminus.
His eyes eventually rested on Demon. He had only really seen him for five minutes spread throughout all the pain. The mon was definately… ultimate level at the very least. The metallic visor and that metallic tint to his nails made the silvermon wonder what exactly Demon was and who was ‘supporting’ him if he understood Xros at all.
”I learn best by doing anyways.”
Silver commented quietly and crossed his arms, watching the Devidramon do his work. He could feel the charge from the other, how it condensed. How it flowed. How it worked from the core all the way to his tips of his fingers. That crimson energy and electrical current… He could feel every pulse. He could tell the strength. Was it because of azulongmon’s energy? Was there some kind of knowledge based in that power? It was hard to tell.
He could see the straining of the demon’s arm, the natural flow of things. His flow would be different given the build wouldn’t it? The lightning seemed to travel in slow motion to silver, who’s eyes kept up with the strike all the way to the pole. He felt his own energy crackle along the edge of one of his arms. Earning a slight glance before Demon spoke. Anything he would do would not be as practiced. Not be as perfect. But if he had to guess… Well before he knew how to condense light energy, he knew how to condense darkness. But those skills were gone to him, they were no longer anywhere in his forms. The silvermon looked between his hands and clasped them together.
The first try wouldn’t be very successful, just crackling of the energy between his two hands as they would be spread in such a way that yielded very little save a light show. The silvermon growled softly and put a little more focus to it.
Craft it like a weapon…
The smith concentrated and growled a little louder, putting a little more oomph to it. Drawing out what he could; Demon would see the crackling and pulsing of the energy across his form. Terribly uncoordinated; painful. There were divets forming in the ultimate’s arms from the energy as it tore through his data causing the silvermon to flinch.
But the energy kept building and after a little bit… Well it wouldn’t really amount to much past looking to tear off more ‘layered’ data from one of his arms. The lightning energy was still very raw and still very powerful. Gritting his teeth the silvermon put more into it.
He felt the energy work up from his core; actually lending into it a bit… The lightning started to look like it was actually following a pattern rather than dancing around the frame of the ultimate level wolf. After a few moments silver grunted and held out his hand, a very raw and powerful [but argubly wasteful] bolt of lightning lanced out.
The lance of lightning hit the pole in the middle and then kept going as the pole was vaporized. Slamming into the wall and conducting outwards, leaving a deep crater in the wall beyond. Silver looked a little startled and looked down to his hands. One of them seemed charred and the other well.. was perfectly fine. He'd frown and rub at that charred fur. Bits of it were coming off, small chunks of fur. Maybe his body wouldn't be able to handle the lightning very well if at all... until he built a resistance to it?
”...A little bit… too much I think?”
Maybe standard practices wouldn’t be as easy here...
... Well, that was definitely an explosive first use of the energy. The pull was yanked right off of its base, left in little more than rusted, crimson dust. Some might have recoiled at this sheer display of power - and heck, the Devidramon's helmet was already whirring, logging the stored data - but Demon's focus was elsewhere, as Silver looked right down at his hands.
"Idiot." Harshly, the Devidramon would grip around the Silvermon's forearm, and pull it down, putting his palms against the ground. "Ground your misfires. Don't point 'em at your face."
"Um... forgive the brute, here, but he's right." The Kokuwamon's voice echoed from the visor. "Until you learn how to fire it properly, you're going to need to clear out the excess current from your hands and arms. If you forget that and try and use it a second time... well, you could break all the bones in your arms, or worse."
... Right. Stunning confidence there. Demon would pull his claws back, and allow the Silvermon to stand again. "Too much. Look at hand - too much load."
"Hm... it could be that the current is more than the body can handle... maybe we shouldn't be skipping to this step. Devidramon can't craft lightning either - the only reason you're able to do it is because you're using us as a brace. So..."
"Hmph." The demon stepped forward, looking at the Silvermon's arms. "Something like a... gauntlet? Glove?"
Silver exhaled slowly; he could feel the painful gashes in his arms left by the lightning. This was no good, he had no focus. No way of focusing the intense power that was now his. If he couldn’t do it they likely would find someone that could. He’d flick an ear and wouldn’t really argue as demon put his hands against the ground.
”There’s a lot of excess. I still don’t know how to properly wield this power either, so of course there’s going to be mistakes.”
The silvermon-x sighed and shook his head; hearing that he could break all the bones in his arms or worse didn’t really fill him with confidence in himself but he would need to examine how he was doing this. He knew how to make the energy flow through his body but he couldn’t control the amount.
”I can tell. I’m not sure how to control the amount that it sends through my body either.”
The mon looked up at demon, his ears flicking forward as Volt spoke. His body flat out couldn’t handle the sheer amount of current… And hearing that even the Devidramon needed something to direct it? Well that’d make the silvermon-x rub his chin.
”A gauntlet or glove could be overwhelmed by the current I think. Too small. I might need an entire sleeve or something big enough where it can withstand the energy that it’s directing. Heck I could just make a weapon for it too. I did have a sword in this form before but I’m noticing it’s strangely absent.”
Silver found himself mulling this over somewhat hard. He could… make something to do this for him. A Sword? An armor sleeve? A hammer? He’d snort at the last one. That would be something right off of human legend if he did that. Maybe an axe or some kind of harness?
”I could make something for this but I’d need materials. A workshop. Some time to make a blueprint or schematic for it. I suppose it also depends on the material used. Something more durable would be helpful…”
The Devidramon growled in slight frustration, but soon enough, the moment passed. It seemed that there was a lot more practice to be had here, and a lot more to figure out on top of that. The Silvermon added another point: each bad shot definitely sent a surge of electricity down his body. How long would it be before that would end up causing permanent damage?
This definitely wasn't the element to take lightly - and they soon started talking about tools to get around the risk. With a small whirr, the mask started to think through a few designs. "A sleeve, maybe something that connects to a pack at your back? We could subvert the risk by having you passively charge an object, and then releasing it from there as the load point. But if we're talking about something that can handle your current level of current..."
"Hmph." Devidramon, however, seemed a bit annoyed at the conversation. "We can get you supplies. You smith. You were also an engineer in your last iteration." The demonic dragon let out a derisive snort.
”Hmm. I’m more used to using light abilities. Though they seem strangely absent in this form.”
The silvermon mulled over his previous abilities in his last incarnation. Ones that he remembered very well and ones that still seemed like he could grasp at them but… They were simply gone. He didn’t know what caused that. He’d rub at his chin and flick an ear as the mask suggested a few designs.
A Sleeve. A backpack… something that could handle the load of his charge.
”The backpack could hold the charge but only for limited periods. The sleeve would be a good way of directing the flow to a point but it wouldn’t have the same release potential and having the hardpoint be at the end of it would hamper overall movement…”
The mon considered for a few moments. Linking everything together there needed to be a sturdy endpoint. Something solid that could handle the charge. Something that wouldn’t buckle or break. Something durable. Like a weapon. The sleeve would be a good conduit and the backpack idea was something he could go with.
”A weapon is needed at the end point. It doesn’t matter what it is. Axe. Hammer. Sword. Whatever. Something that can direct and be durable enough so it won’t break in the end. But yes. It is going to be simple. I’ll get some designs figured out for everything then.”
He already seemed to be motioning with his free hand as though he was thinking something over. Silver was a thinker; he definately knew how to build things and there was a moment where he considered something…
”Show me how you do your charge. Slowly. I want to see how your parts react and how you gather energy again.”
The silvermon's eyes stared at demon, as though he was still.. planning something. Trying to understand something. Someone that had this ability would make things go swimmingly for him he felt.
It seemed that Silver already had somewhat of a grasp of design. What he wanted to do, what was possible, what wasn't reasonable. And ultimately, it came down to one thing:
A weapon, of some sort. A strong, durable one that would be able to hold an electric current. To that thought, the Kokuwamon spoke up: "It can't be as simple as a one-handed sword, then. Anything too thin will simply oxidize on use... hm. No matter what, it might have to extend to some metal apparatus in your arm."
It was an interesting thought, but ultimately something Silver would have to solve in the end. For now, the wolf wanted to figure out something more practical - and to that end, Demon would oblige him. He'd step back, face the Silvermon, and hold his palm upwards. "Difficult to demonstrate. Will describe." He grit his fangs, the muscles in his upper arm giving a tight spasm. "Build energy. Keep it concentrated under the elbow - don't let it feed back into the body." From there, white electricity began to spark at the edge of his nails.
"Build here. Take the claws to the 'maximum' of what they can hold. Then..." His eyes pulsed. The 'white' energy turned a dark, crimson red.
"Add darkness. My element. Lets me control it."
He focused from there - a 'ball' of electricity held above his palm, as he once more hurled it out towards the poles across the arena. "Then, let it 'surge'. It leaves body - and arcs to nearest target."
He growled - and gave the Silvermon a nod. The Devidramon compensated by changing the element of his energy - or at least combining it with another - to make it more manageable for him. Maybe that was a hint?
Silver rubbed at his chin, mulling over the design in his head. To attatch something to the weapon for the flow… Well they were correct there. It couldn’t be one handed. Something large. Something powerful. Like his old sword. A large warhammer. An axe… Some sort of scythe maybe? He’d chuckle at the idea of wielding a staff much like anubismons did. Maybe he should look into what azulongmon’s chains were made out of and find ou…
”...Do we know what azulongmon’s chains are made out of?”
The silvermon turned his head to stare up at the ‘duo’. His eyes were sparkling with that creative light and his hands seemed to be relaxed even though they clenched n unclenched from time to time. He knew what he had to do and what to do it with…
He’d nod his head as he watched demon work and explain. Watching how the electricity flowed, sparking… and he followed through some motions. Tracing on his own arm to ‘mimic’ what he was seeing. Getting to the end and hearing that demon added ‘darkness’ to it. His element made the silvermon perk.
Seeing it slam in such a way against the ‘target’ made the silvermon mull over what he was told. Stepping forward the mon went to inspect the poles. Eyeing the difference between the varied strikes and then nodding to himself.
He’d come back, looking somewhat pensive and face the poles. He had an idea of how to do this; his light was gone. Or at least his abilities to coax the light out of him. But the light as an energy was likely still in there. A guided energy perhaps? Maybe it was something he could do… He just had to remember how to do it.
Slowly the silvermon placed his hands together. Focusing this energy like the demon told him to. He saw the flow and he saw how it was ‘gathered’. He saw the endpoint. He saw what he needed to wield. There was a few moments and he’d slowly draw his hands apart.
Crackling between his hands as he drew them out was a spear. A spear made out of light that was crackling with a powerful lightning. Too powerful. Too much energy. It wouldn’t be stable. It couldn’t be stable. But the silvermon drew his hands completely apart and the spear was left dangling in the air. The silvermon shivered a little bit and eyed the creation in front of him.
The difficult demonstration had yielded some interesting fruit, the silvermon reaching forward to ‘hold’ this spear. He’d frown a bit and test it by giving it a pair of jabs… Before throwing it curiously at the pole that was left mostly undamaged.
Which just put forth how strong and how much energy that had actually gone into the spear. The moment it touched the pole the spear detonated with a surprising amount of force; a practical pillar of lightning and light tearing it apart, blasting the flooring and sending a small shockwave back against the trio. Though if demon looked much of the color had drained from the silvermon’s body and he’d be placing his hands on his legs to keep himself upright.
”Well… I think I… got the idea of how to do that and make it… not hurt but that’s… way too much energy for me…”
Silver's question was met with a one word, smart-ass answer - and unfortunately, it wouldn't get clearer from there. "... No, the brute's about right. Its really not a material we can compare anything else to. It was definitely something able to withstand Azulongmon's lightning, but it might have been specifically created by the body itself." So it was an apt, if unhelpful answer.
As for the response to the demonstration, it seemed Silver had a different idea - a polearm, a spear made of light energy. It was impressively able to keep its shape, and even take a couple of blows from the Silvermon's hands. The moment it left the wolf's control, though, the moment it hit anything else? It detonated, the powerful force making the demon raise his hands, keeping the wind out of his already-covered eyes, by instinct. It was an impressive attack, one that didn't even backfire into the Silvermon.
It did, however, leave him without energy. The Devidramon gave a growl, and plucked the ultimate up, carrying him under his shoulder like a lumberjack would a log. "... Tch. No good if you just burn yourself out..."
"He means 'you did good'." The machine gave a slight chuckle. "Demon, hold on. Silver, you good to keep going, or do you need to take a breather?"
Silver mulled that over, that made sense. Something that would only be able to withstand his own energy… Being from his own body. He didn’t look bothered by this answer as short as it was. They weren’t able to compare it to anything because well.. There wasn’t anything to compare it to! Silver nodded and ran a hand over his armor.
”The first time I took this form this armor wasn’t present. I was naked, shivering. Cold and unpowered. But as I grew more accustomed to the form and the abilities it slowly produced eventually this armor took shape. So I understand what you mean. If to create something that could harness this energy I must go through the same experience it’s one I’ve already made. But… To do so I would need to destroy or delete the armor that is to my frame so that a new one could take form. Seeing as this is my second iteration I’d need to provide materials or data for that though... ”
Silver was one smart cookie, one that had spent a lot of time with an engineer. Ten whole years just watching kan create and mull over things had made the smith even smarter… Which was probably something that would be a boon on it’s own even if he didn’t have the azulongmon energy.
”No good? I think for a first time that was pretty stellar. We’re not looking for instant results here demon. A smith’s first sword is no masterpiece but it lays the groundwork for what comes after.”
Silver exhaled slowly and rubbed at neck as he was plucked up by the other ultimate. He felt so small and so frail in comparison. It was aggravating honestly. He’d flick an ear as the other asked if he needed a breather.
”Might be a good idea for a break... but I could keep going, just wouldn’t have the same amount of oomph…”
This procedure wasn't going to be an immediate one.
Whether it was by reconstructing his armor, or by figuring out a weapon or the like, Silver had a long way to go to learn to properly harness this power. But until he did so, his power was going to be in a state of constant flux. Demon merely gave the wolf a nod, and it didn't take him long to get situated back in his room - and about an hour later, he'd find a few other boxes dragged in.
Scrap metal. A workbench, as well as an easel to work on schematics. It wasn't a practical place to put a furnace, but he'd have directions to a different part of this coliseum - in fact, the same place where they used to brand the fighters - where he'd be able to temper and hammer the metal, as need be. It'd be somewhat cramped, but he'd have everything he needed to at least start to work on prototypes for his tools...
... If he'd even be aware they had them. An hour in, he might have still been too tired to even acknowledge receiving the tools, or he might have just been asleep. For now, at least, they left well-enough alone.
It would be up to Silver to figure out the next steps - the group wouldn't come back for him until dinner.