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Passing Down Generations (Syre)
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Post by Cion on Sept 3, 2020 19:12:20 GMT
Sighing quietly, the unassuming ascendant in the shape of a diminutive, silver fennec stood almost motionlessly as she took in the early autumnal environment of the seaside cliff's adjacent glades. Not only was the essence of this place, its reason to be, pure and peaceful for those whose hearts and souls longed for respite, but its beauty was genial. The first amber and auburn leaves bedecked the dewy meadows and sands - partially undraped trees swayed softly in the faint breeze - the dull, blue radiance of the sky was embellished with edges of gamboge and bright magenta. How something this mundane was so... captivating. Snuffling once, the restrained Arniomon noticed the air's dampness. There was no warmth nor cold left to caress the body. As empty were the vistas of this landscape untouched by civilization and people. Until now, she felt as usual - alone; a dolorous status quo she had fortunately managed to remedy for good. Gently gripping her short, green scarf, her head tilted and shifted to assure that what she had achieved remained in sight. It was her dearly beloved, likely lost in thought and contemplation as well. It was completely understandable, hence she granted the gorgeous felidae the time she needed. With her aureate eyes swaying to behold the faintly misty horizon, Cion eventually made a single step sideward, with her whole frame aligning accordingly. The purpose for their presence was crystal clear to the enamored duo, and it was none that burdened her in any way, but it nevertheless was a matter of utmost significance. Moreover, she knew the importance that Syre regarded it with. She was certainly not someone to deny her ardently loved partner a wish - perish the thought - but she had never been a true teacher before... at least not successfully as far as she aware of. To consider herself a mentor who passed down her ken and prowess to a member of a generation eons past her own, especially one who she wholeheartedly considered a prodigy among prodigies, was an incomparable responsibility. However, it definitely was not a burden to her. And perhaps she simply had to approach this situation as what it was - lending a helping hand to somebody who had asked for it. But who was she trying to deceive, except herself? Everything she did and conceived was in the context of the larger scheme of things, likewise personal and universal. This instance was a part of both worlds. Ultimately, the vulpine sentinel decided to break the admittedly pleasant silence. Maybe banter was more beneficial in calming their spirits anyway... or rather finally facing their venture together. "So... I suppose we should begin from... well, the start. Please tell me all you can remember of your first ascension. I know your memory might be blurry, but every minor detail could be pivotal. What feeling and circumstances did trigger it? What did you become? How did it end?" She inquired, a mix of gentle firmness and composed resolve echoing in her dulcet voice. Those were potentially difficult questions to answer, but if they were not crucial then they would have not been spoken. The clearer the picture Cion had the better she was able to teach her pupil to be in harmony with, and attain mastery of, herself... and perhaps learn the same lesson as well. |
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Post by Syre the BlackGatomon on Sept 3, 2020 20:00:20 GMT
There was a difference in poise between the two figures in the glade. Whereas Cion took the time to take in the moment, and attune herself into the environment, Syre found herself getting ready for what was to come, in her own way. Practiced stretches helped to loosen up her legs and her hands. More than that, though, the feline felt herself quiet, as if trying to picture that 'moment' in her head again.
That moment of desperation, that moment of fear, and that moment of certainty - where that pure, unmitigated feeling poured out right from her core, and encompassed her entire being. Ever since that incident in the Dark Area, that sensation scratched at the edges of her mind. How did she do it? Could she tap into that form again?
Syre wasn't certain - but, fortunately, she knew someone close with vast, rich experience in the topic. Cion was more than willing to help, and so the two took a day off to come to this peaceful glade, to see just what could be done to help the feline. Her ear flicked at Cion's question.
"..." She took a slow breath, and closed her eyes. "I was pushed back to a corner. Damaged, pushed back down to rookie - spots in my eyes, nothing about my techniques working right. But I didn't give up. There was just something keeping me on my feet, something telling me that I could press on. And at the end, I felt a... duty, a need to protect the place. So I raised my arm, a shield appeared to intercept an attack, and..."
Syre sighed, opening her eyes. "... Then it gets blurry. From there, all I knew is that I had to take down that spirit, with what little energy I had, or it would have gotten a lot worse. The form..."
The cat nodded. She knew that, at least from those who watched from 'outside'!
"... Gallantmon. Not something I expected when I'm best with pistols, but... not complaining."
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Post by Cion on Sept 3, 2020 20:51:05 GMT
As she stood there listening, arms folded gently and ears peaked, Cion was admittedly astonished by the focus and earnestness Syre was displaying. As much as she understood the reasons for her sternness, it nonetheless was something she had not seen from her yet over the days and months they had spent together. Any activity they had done, even if it was as fundamental as establishing a new home, had been filled with playful bliss and plenty of jest. This was different, and she recognized it as such. And though it was not voiced that way, she knew that her dearly beloved implored her to help her. Naturally, she'd never deny her this wish.
Hence the silver fennec paid utmost attention to the concededly vague story that the onyx felidae was sharing with her. However, she of course did not blame her for its obscurity. The toll on the body and mind alike that unleashing oneself absolutely was... likewise absolute. Nevertheless, her darling had prevailed, apparently due to the desire to protect what she cherished - this world and its people. Her benignity was her knight's vow, and the quintessence of her soul. Moreover, it was one of the uncountable aspects of hers that had drawn the unassuming fox into her loving embrace.
Ultimately, it was not a surprise to the vulpine sentinel that the BlackGatomon had ascended to become a Gallantmon. It was not as one-of-a-kind as she had expected, but given her calling and heritage she bore it made perfect sense. She without doubt was a gallant paladin. "Digivolution under duress... a common phenomena, including ascensions - as rare as they are. My tales were no different." She commented with a soft voice, seeking to calm her partner down and recognize that the venture ahead was not unfeasible. They could do it.
Stepping towards her, Cion's grip was gentle as her warm paw entwined with that of Syre. More than any other moment before she wanted to know the individual she loved above all others certain of her support and confidence. No challenge was beyond their prowess, especially if they defied it together. "I'm glad you are safe." She stated in hushed whispers, briefly biting her lower lip as to cast aside her concerns for the comely feline's well-being. The thought of... no, she had to relinquish these notions at once. Disquiet had no place in the paradisical future they strove towards.
Nodding firmly, the graceful lady took in a deep yet silent breath. She had to be the focused teacher her dearest desired and needed. Assuming a stern gaze as both frown and smile faded, her aureate eyes met her amber ones and lingered fervently. "Are you ready to learn and master a power that is by most considered unobtainable, if not a myth?" She asked, assuring that her pupil was in the correct state of mind to pursue their training. There was no point in doing so if will and frame did not align to face this unparalleled trial.
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Post by Syre the BlackGatomon on Sept 4, 2020 18:27:48 GMT
"Honestly, every form ultimate and higher came from some sort of duress. But this one, well... it felt much different than the others." Syre gave a sigh, giving another deep breath to level herself out. As she felt Cion's hand in her own, the BlackGatomon instinctively found herself curling her paw right around the Arniomon's.
That whisper brought a light nod from the cat. She fully recognized that tone, one of fond concern. It couldn't be helped, to a certain extent: both Syre and Cion strove to fight and protect those important to them, however they could. That came with some risk, and with their budding relationship, some natural pangs in the heart both ways. It also came from a sense of familiarity.
After all, even if Cion was stable in this form? Well, Cion had a reason to go into that form in the first place. Syre wondered what tale was behind Cion's original transcendence... and she wondered if it was a story that wouldn't weigh down on her heart.
But perhaps that conversation was for another day. Seeing that stern gaze, Syre gave a small smile, and returned a nod. "I am. And for this, rather than rush myself right up to the highest form I can comfortably reach, I'll take my time and listen. After all, you have much more experience in this sort of thing than I do."
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Post by Cion on Sept 4, 2020 19:57:18 GMT
At least partially, Cion comprehended whence Syre came. Though originating from the same source, the sensation of true ascension was different from any previous pinnacle that was reached. To achieve this state of being was not merely unlocking your potential, but unchaining yourself from the limitations that narrowed and defined most entities in this and the other reality. It was the quintessence turned corporeal, with every innermost wish becoming a tangible tool at your disposal. It was utmost freedom and well-nigh boundless opportunities, and with that a perspective of absolute self-awareness. Gallantmon the protector... and Arniomon the svengali.
Confident that her dearly beloved was, if only subconsciously so, aware of this understanding, their gentle touch lingered for a long moment as their wordless disquiets were exchanged through gazes. They recognized themselves and the roles they had decided to mantle, including the risks they posed. While they were cautious and far from unwise, they grasped that nothing in life was guaranteed to transpire as intended. But that was why they were here, and why the silver fennec had chosen the path she trod as an ascendant, in spite of the perpetual strain it imposed. It was for the future - their future... their little paradise.
Hence, with the past temporarily buried beneath the focus of the present, the otherwise unassuming fox nodded firmly as she heard her darling's consent. Acknowledging and quietly appreciating the trust and esteem she received, Cion inhaled once deeply and nodded yet again. "Good.... ... Release your hold then, and press your paw against my chest. Sense the rhythm of my beating core, and take no notice of anything else." She instructed calmly, almost in hushed whispers, as her left hand shifted in accordance with her own orders.
Her grip was soft yet steadfast as her short fingers curved around Syre's heart. As pleasant as the warm touch of her onyx fur was, she knew that she too had to center herself. Before long, similar to their embrace when they had established their home, she felt her partner's pulse permeating her frame and awareness. It was a rapid melody, affected by understandable excitement, concerns and their intimate togetherness. In contrast, hers was an adagio - a nearly stagnant sequence of monotonous notes, lacking both peaks and declines. It was as if her body was asleep, yet the spirit beyond it was acting with crystal-clear clarity.
Granting a minute to let these sensations sink in, her aureate eyes remained transfixed on the radiantly amber ones of her love. "Self-control. That is the key aspect and difference that all other forms of advancement do not teach. While you can unleash greater powers, mastery will never come from duress. It cannot be forced. Instead, it must be learned from inner balance and harmony." She explicated, attempting to make the comely felidae grasp that introspection was essential to this.
Nevertheless, the slowness of her core served as a concrete example. "To do so successfully, you have to cast aside everything you believe to know of digivolution. Relinquish it until but a blank slate remains. And once it is empty, reminisce about what gives you peace of mind. Your friends and family, important moments... maybe our bond. Take as much time as you need. Allow these certainties to caress every fiber of your being. Enable your rhythm to become as mine..."
"... and when you can perceive it, tell me how the data flowing through you feels like to you."
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Post by Syre the BlackGatomon on Sept 6, 2020 19:05:32 GMT
'Release your hold, and press your paw against my chest'.
Syre gave a nod, and releasing the grip on Cion's paw, she'd extend her own forwards, gently pressing it against the fennec's chest. She gave a blink, looking down as Cion did the same to her, a light blush crossing her cheek for a bare moment. The feline would take a breath, calming herself back down, and closed her eyes, attempting to sense deep down into Cion's frame. Syre's own data felt 'normal enough', if somewhat rough and tense - but Cion's circled with an almost unusual, alien calmness to it. Almost like an outer veil, circled around the actual 'Cion' that Syre knew.
'Self-Control'. It was an apt way to put it, Syre slowly opening her eyes to meet Cion's. "That seems quite a thing to pull off, but..." Was there really any other way? The cat's ear gave a flick at Cion's next instruction, something that seemed quite a monumental task. To toss away everything she knew, and just 'replace it'. The cat didn't entirely understand, but she did give a nod, and once more closed her eyes. Instead of thinking of how to go forward, she would think of the now.
Of her family. Of Holly, of Mikemon, of Amelie, of the club. The fishing trips, those playful runs to the pier, and... well, mom. Cion would feel a small shudder, Syre's ear giving a flicker as a tear escaped from her eyes, but somehow, Syre's core felt calmer after that. Not quite to the level of Cion's own, but enough that Syre herself felt content.
"... It feels warm." The cat kept her eyes closed. "Like a fireplace, gently heating a room during a vivid snowstorm. Comfortable and content... if not a bit anxious..."
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Post by Cion on Sept 6, 2020 20:52:13 GMT
Quietly observing the veil that was manifest around her dearly beloved, she noticed at first a great effort. There was tension from a variety of sources beneath her frame's surface... something that was not difficult for Cion to comprehend. Syre was equally as young as she was duteous, and with that came plenty of stress and worries. It was in a perpetual clash with her sweet-tempered and playfully insouciant nature - a duality that took its toll on her spirit. She was far from the only person to bear such burdens, which was likewise encouraging and disconcerting to the vulpine sentinel.
Life was full of pointless woes. However, they pushed people towards the edges of their limits and beyond.
Nonetheless, to truly ascend required a separation from the duress that was suffered. Mastery was not an outside force that manipulated, but a choice from within willingly made. Self-control was among its most fundamental aspects, and it was this foundation that the silver fennec wished to teach the onyx felidae. It was without doubt a trial unlike many others, but it was evident that her pupil did not shy away from it. As someone mantling the virtue of gallantry, this was hardly surprising.
Watching her ardently loved darling close her radiantly amber eyes again, Cion recognized and sensed the focus that she was carrying herself with. The inner depths of her mind were of course hers alone to wander and become one with, but from her own ascension she had a good idea what these thoughts were. The small shudder and the unconscious tear spoke louder than a thousand words, and they almost managed to break the fox's heart. Pain was, regrettably so, a part of existence as well. She knew that... perhaps better than most. Accepting and attuning to it was arduous, but necessary to mature.
Fortunately, Syre was an individual of strong character and sheer endless benignity, hence her progress was impressively quick. "Well done. Practice this self-awareness daily, and your rhythm will steadily become calmer. It also helps remembering what's actually important." She softly complimented and explicated, wondering how this mental serenity would affect her sweetie pie. She understood that this kind of clarity brought with itself pangs of remorse and uncertainty, but to her that was preferable over running blind.
Listening to the description of the comely feline, she could not help herself but chuckle in hushed whispers. A fire that provided warmth and safety even in the darkest of times. "That is what you are to me, dear." She declared confidently yet with a quiet voice as to not disturb her concentration. Nevertheless, she continued. "While I was at first anxious, the contentment our bond has filled me with has saved and sheltered me from a dark, cold storm... one that I believed would rage forever. I was lost, but you chose to be my fireplace. Be certain that I, and everyone else you look after, will likewise be there for you."
Hoping that this certainty of affection could assist to soothe her partner's core, the unassuming fox eventually nodded and took in another deep, silent breath. As strenuous as the previous act had been on the soul, the second was an infinitely greater challenge. "Maintain this feeling... and digivolve to your next form. But do not force it as you have done before. Remain centered on yourself, and the data flowing through you. Let it flow freely, and it will take the form of your innermost wishes, as it had done when you first became a Gallantmon." ... ...
"Your limbs might grow numb and heavy, as if drifting into slumber. Let them - I'll hold you and won't let go. Take as much time as you need. Don't feel pressured to perform. Never strain your body nor mind, and if you sense your core accelerate... then stop and calm down to begin anew." She finished explaining, internally crossing her fingers that these explications sufficed. To describe this concept, so foreign to almost all, was not easy. Ultimately, it was likely that everybody perceived it differently anyway. "And if you wish, share with me what you experience. I understand that it is... alien to memories and instincts alike. Be assured that you are not alone. I am right here."
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Post by Syre the BlackGatomon on Sept 6, 2020 23:08:12 GMT
Syre often didn't reflect inside herself like this. In part, it was because she simply didn't have the time, but really, it wasn't an easy thing for the BlackGatomon to do. To be alone with her thoughts meant to be alone with the past, and that brought forth its own discomfort, its own fears. The 'playful kitten' from the Digital Field Club had been through a lot, after all, and at some point, Cion might hear every bit of it.
But that wasn't why they were here. Syre's tone remained level and calm, her amber eyes briefly opening to meet Cion's as she spoke. "I'll set time aside for this. But its definitely not the easiest feeling for me to hold..." Syre gave a small sigh, taking a moment to re-center herself. She was back in her cabin, feeling that gentle warmth heat and tan her fur, a small smile curling at the edge of her lips as Cion compared her to the same. "That goes both ways, love. You've been a wonderful, shining beacon for me." Even if Syre's situation wasn't as grandiose as Cion's, she still understood just where she was coming from.
Next was probably going to be the difficult step. Syre was to try and evolve into the next form, but instead of simply forcing energy into it, she was to simply let the data flow through herself freely. "... I'll give it a try. I'm counting on you, Cion." The feline gave a nod, and would slowly close her eyes once more. She brought herself back to 'center' again, and with a deep breath, would try and pass through to her next form, that of a Sistermon.
However, it was understandably difficult. Syre was able to push herself into this form without a trigger, but to do so gently was another idea entirely. At first, she simply tried to press onto the next form using her 'core' as it was now, but that only made the cat stumble, feeling a sudden weakness in her arms and legs. She caught herself in Cion's grip, gently shook her head, and tried again.
Right... more data? This time, she tried to fill the current sensation of her core, and let her data flow in that same direction - but the thought was too abstract. It resulted in a sensation that felt a bit like heartburn, Syre's arms tensing up at the feeling. "The first one was cold, the second one was hot..." The cat tried to bring herself back down to her 'resting' position. "I've never pictured Sistermon or Kuzuhamon as 'myself' before, if that makes sense. When I try to push it, or evolve with this feeling, its hard to let go of what I 'am'."
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Post by Cion on Sept 7, 2020 17:17:22 GMT
Most often, people did not reflect on themselves as Syre did on this fateful day. Typically, they excused it with a lack of time, but the truth was that it was too difficult of an undertaking. To many, although hesitant to admit it, ignorance was indeed bliss. To be alone with what lingered within was to face the past, and little in life carried as much pain and fear as what once was. Even in the brightest of souls resided woes that were impossible to forget. Naturally, as someone who understood such anguish, her heart and ears were always open for those who needed a shoulder to lean. Maybe someday, this benignity would finally be returned in kind...
However, it was true that this was neither the right place nor occasion to do so. After all, the duo had a task of utmost importance in front of them, and Cion wanted nothing less than absolute success for her dearly beloved. Nodding with understanding that maintaining these feelings was far from easy, she decided to remain quiet and observe as the onyx felidae searched and focused on her middle. It was a journey that was solely hers to undergo, but that did not mean that the silver fennec was not there to hold her.
Noticing the faint simper on the edges of the BlackGatomon's muzzle, the unassuming fox could not help herself but smile as well upon hearing and internalizing how truly important she was to her partner. Admittedly, it was hard for her to fathom in what way she had been a shining beacon to the young paladin, but perhaps it was not for her to question it. In the end, it was a sentiment, and if she had the ability to bestead those she cared for and cherished... then why be concerned with the details? To her, the thought itself was a wellspring of contentment.
Deciding to stay silent again as to not disturb the brave feline's concentration, her grip became slightly firmer as the faith and trust in her was voiced anew. Confessedly, there was seemingly not a lot she could do for her darling than to instruct and be there for her, but hopefully that sufficed to grant her comfort and ease of mind. The next step, something she remembered vividly, was without doubt a challenge unlike any other. To relinquish experience and instincts, yet achieve similar outcomes as if depending on them, was unfathomably effortful.
Hence it was perfectly understandable that Syre required multiple attempts to merely get a basic grasp of this concept. The balancing act of letting an equilibrium of data flow through oneself, free of direction and sway yet with a clear impetus, was delicate to say the least. In conjunction with a core that had to be in unison with its bearer... well, the initial results spoke clearer than a thousand words. Nonetheless, there remained no external pressure to perform, and an internal one was utterly counterproductive.
Fortunately, her pupil was able to keep her poise despite the failed tries. Patience was a crucial aspect of mastering the self, if not the foundation of doing so. Nevertheless, an excellent point was being raised, which demanded a few seconds of Cion's contemplation. "I understand what you mean, hun. So please understand that your approach and perception are incorrect. Let me explain." ...
"You do not let go of yourself and your wishes when you transform. In fact, the opposite is the case - you attune with yourself to a greater extent with every step. What you are gives you form, not vice versa. Appearances and facets are of no relevance. Only their purpose is." ...
"So remind yourself of your deepest aspirations. What drives you to ascend? What is it that makes you gallant? What is it that you seek with such unrivaled might? Open your heart to your innermost truths, and your data will flow with the current. You'll see... just take your time." The vulpine sentinel instructed further, hoping that mental clarity was what the aspiring knight lacked as of now. After all, what was the point in power if its wielder did not have a purpose for it?
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Post by Syre the BlackGatomon on Sept 9, 2020 22:34:47 GMT
She misunderstood?
Syre blinked, listening on in interest to what Cion had to say. One did not let go of themselves when they transformed - rather, they transformed with a purpose. Each form was an expression of what lied underneath, at least to some extent. So what made Syre a Gallantmon, or even a Sistermon or a Kuzuhamon? Was there another way to look at it?
"... Well, I'm definitely going to need some time to work through this." Syre, with a small smile, would return a nod. "What drives me..." She repeated those words to herself, and once more returned to focus. And it might have made sense, in the most textbook-perfect world, for Syre to have immediately figured that out for herself.
But, she didn't. In that quiet glade, with naught but insects chirping in the background, both Syre and Cion would stand, as the feline continued to focus on her core. She still moved in a cycle - sometimes hot, sometimes cold. Occasionally, she felt she was on the right track, and occasionally, she leaned into Cion for balance. Of course, the most difficult part of all of this was 'forgetting everything she knew about Digivolution'.
... The form is not a tool. Its not a weapon, its not a means to an end. They're all me... I get that, but...
Syre took another calm breath, and tried to approach it from one more angle. And honestly, at first, this idea almost sounded silly in Syre's head - but who was she as a Sistermon?
Calm. Focused. Alert. Decisive. These were all things that sounded like a 'need', but the more she focused on them, the more her core started to stir. And slowly, a familiar golden light would start to wrap around Syre's frame - and those arms resting on the Arniomon for support would shift around, embracing Cion openly as her form grew taller.
She changed - but there was no surge. No rush, no 'tensity' to it at all. The feline was soon replaced by her taller self - a clay golem, clad in a black gown, who still managed to hold her sweetheart nice and close to herself. Perhaps the form felt a little unsteady, but slowly, Syre would open her eyes - and would find herself in her ultimate form.
"... Well. Maybe thinking of myself as an earth-built gunner was a bit of a stretch from the start." Syre gave a smile, but this form was a bit less capable of uttering a chuckle, her grip unfortunately lacking the warmth that her champion self had. "I used to think of this form as a bit 'hollow', given what it was, but... I guess I never thought about what it could be."
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Post by Cion on Sept 10, 2020 15:37:18 GMT
At her darling's rather unhurried statement, Cion could not help herself but to chuckle with glee. The notion of merely needing some time to become fully aware of one's every facet was exceedingly amusing to her. After all, many if not most entities lived their existence bereft of such intrinsically absolute truth. Additionally, more often than not, what people believed to be their essence was bound to reveal itself as false. The silver fennec had ventured this fulcrum innumerable times, and to be honest... to this very day, through literal eons, she had not found her true purpose and inner peace. However, this lack of certainty was at least recognized and accepted by her, which enabled her to continue her path.
But this crucial endeavor was not about her, or what she wanted. It was to lend a hand to Syre, her ardently loved partner, so she would became truly self-conscious. It was an undertaking that posed a myriad of nearly impossible questions, hence it was no surprise to the unassuming fox that she received no responses from the onyx felidae. They were hers alone to face, and facing them intently she did. Long-lasting moments passed them why, which likely seemed to be mere seconds to the aspiring ascendant.
Nonetheless, before long, the vulpine sentinel's aureate eyes widened as she beheld the sudden manifestation of a familiar, incandescent sheen that engulfed her dearly beloved. "Incredible..." She spoke under hear breath as an expression of sheer amazement, if not disbelief, marked her muzzle. Digivolution - but there was no surge, no rush, no 'tensity' to it at all. Her pupil's core had remained in a perfect, calm rhythm, in spite of the transformation. Admittedly, Cion had expected this venture to take days or weeks, but not just minutes. The few setbacks were insignificant compared to this kind of unrivaled achievement.
Managing to savor their embrace regardless of the circumstances, she listened carefully to what Syre had to say. Implicitly, an interesting point was raised - one she wished to comment on. "To not see the other side of a coin is to be blind to half of its truths and possibilities. It's an important lesson we both should internalize." She stated, her voice slightly dreamy was if caught in the grasp of pained nostalgia. It was a tenet a cherished friend had advised her to follow. Huh... she had never gotten to thank him for that...
Sighing quietly, the fennec's head tilted upwards to meet the gaze of her Sistermon. While different in shape, the beauty and warmth she knew had not vanished. "Why not move around a bit and try a couple abilities to attune further? I'm sure this state of being is new to you, and I'd like you to tell me what this calm feels like to you - if you don't mind telling me." She suggested and inquired with calm inquisitiveness. She had never been on the outside, so this was quite novel to her as well.
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Post by Syre the BlackGatomon on Sept 11, 2020 18:30:02 GMT
It might have been impressive that Syre was able to achieve this, but Syre figured, in her own heart, there was a long way to go. After all, although BlackGatomon was her 'default' form, Sistermon Noir was the form she was most comfortable with in combat. It was already common for her to spend entire missions in that ascended form, and only near the end of the day would she start to feel the pangs and exhaustion that came long with it.
If there was to be any 'easy' step in the process for Syre, it was going to be this one.
Nonetheless, Syre did manage to make quite an impressive leap forward. Whether it was due to her own comfort with it or due to Cion's assistance could be put aside for now, as Syre would gently set the fennec back onto the ground. She'd stand up, opening and closing each hand, taking a look at her palms as if she had reached this form for the first time.
"Heh... we could all use a reminder on that one, sometimes." The gunner gave a small nod, and on hearing Cion's instruction, would move onto the next step: actually using her techniques. Come to think of it, had Cion actually used any of her abilities in any significant fashion in Syre's presence? "Well, the calm right now feels a little 'foreign' to me. Almost like being in an unfamiliar dark room, not exactly sure of where the furniture is around me." That was an 'interesting' description, and the cat wasn't entirely sure if she got the point across.
Drawing a single pistol into her left hand, Syre gave a blink. Right, right - she was just 'resting' in this form, she hadn't actually switched to a 'combat' mentality yet. Cion might see the tensity return to the Sistermon's form, as a blue aura surrounded her left hand a moment later. "'Ice on the left.'" It was tempting to let a shot out - but out here, in the glade? Syre held back, and holstered her weapon, taking a moment to shake out her palm.
Next, she'd raise her right hand, and would actually completely follow through with this next technique. A ring, worn on her right hand, would give out a dark, radiant glow of energy, which Syre would direct forward. "Curse of the Ring." With that declaration, that 'black light' would shine out, harmlessly over the foliage of the glade. Though, Cion might feel the effects of the light on the outskirts of it.
That 'dark aura', after all, had the effect of blocking the target's ability to be healed, or regenerate.
"When I use techniques, it feels like I normally do in these forms, though." Syre took a moment to stretch, resting her left palm on her right shoulder. "You might tell me to forget about how Digivolving works, but hours upon hours of combat practice? That's never goin' away, hun."
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Post by Cion on Sept 11, 2020 19:34:04 GMT
"Indeed." Cion approved with a soft tone to her voice, recognizing the truthful crux in her partner's statement. Though it was important for the two of them to remind their minds to be open to all perspectives, it was a lesson that few considered, and even less actually paid heed to. People could hardly be blamed for this, as detaching oneself from preconceived notions was quite a strenuous feat. Subjectivity was an inherent aspect of every life-form, no matter how logical they sought to approach any given situation. In the end however, contemplating these sentiments was of no purpose to this occasion, hence she ceased to do so.
Instead, the mentor who had as of yet had no reason to utilize the true extent of her abilities in the presence of her dearly beloved observed her pupil do as instructed - or rather requested. Listening to her impressions and their illustrations, the silver fennec was quick to understand precisely what was conveyed to her. "It is relatively unknown to you, but not entirely unfamiliar. Your eyes slowly attune to the darkness, allowing you to eventually traverse it" She calmly voiced her interpretation, confident that it was accurate. After all, this description was not unlike her own, immemorial experiences.
Watching Syre performed a variety of differing techniques, ranging from interrupted weapon attacks to evocations, the unassuming fox noticed the force behind them. Vorpal armaments and disruptive maneuvers constituted the set of skills in this humanoid form, which seemed unbefitting to the gallant paladin, yet befitting to a fervent vanguard. Admittedly, her darling was probably both. Although, above this she was a good-natured soul who wanted an idyllic existence for as many beings as possible. That was why she had become a knight, was it not? To not only share her kindness and care with her family, but with those who needed a helping hand. An... admirable conviction.
Folding her arms and paying attention to her sweetheart's further explications, she nodded confidently. To hear that the utilization of powerful feats had not changed was certainly auspicious. That they had not to deal with this hurdle, at least as of yet, saved them plenty of time and effort. Nonetheless, her comely love's playful chutzpah was perhaps a bit too cavalier. Still, a chuckle escaped her lips as she stepped forward and entwined her fingers around her free ones. "Nonsense, lady combat-ready. You are equally as moldable as you are young."
A smirk and faint grin marked her muzzle as Cion's palm gently caressed the Sistermon's knuckles and heel. Anoccasional moment of teasing attested to a healthy relationship, but she nevertheless preferred candid affection. Moreover, she was here to help her. "I sensed the tensity in your signature when you readied yourself for your attacks, dear... and I do it now in your core's accelerated rhythm. Overcoming that will be our next milestone, if you wish to continue that is." She spoke kindly, hoping to make the protégé recognize that her path towards ascension had truly begun.
Speaking of which, maybe providing additional insight into their undertaking was a source of adjuvant motivation. What better way to do so than to make her contemplate? "Do you understand why it is that I want you to practice self-control - over body and mind alike? Why this calm I try to teach you is so crucial?" She asked with peaked ears and genuine inquisitiveness. As a matter of fact there were innumerable correct answers to these questions, but there was a practical aspect to them that was possibly not evident to her.
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Post by Syre the BlackGatomon on Sept 14, 2020 16:01:09 GMT
'Familiar but unfamiliar'. Cion had the right of it, even if the two of them couldn't entirely explain such an abstract feeling. The Sistermon would return a small nod to the fennec on that front, before attempting her own techniques.
Techniques that ultimately felt the same as they ever did, and stirred her core just the same. On Cion's chuckle and comment, Syre returned her own, the more 'dry' voice of the Sistermon giving the laugh its own unique flare. "If you say so, love. But this form, in particular, has been in so many spars that I've lost count." She looked on down as the Arniomon pressed over her hand, opening her palm for Cion to inspect.
"... Interesting. The calm sensation is supposed to remain when I'm battle-ready?" The ultimate tilted her head. "I thought it was a matter of simply maintaining energy to stay in that form. To try and overcome that tension is, well, the complete opposite of everything I've been taught when it comes to fighting."
... Syre gave a breath, a sigh, and as her eyes next opened, the fennec would see what the Sistermon meant. Her eyes were focused, arms tensed, as she repeated the words she'd heard many times before. "'Don't lose your tension. Keep your eyes and attention on your opponent, and be keenly aware of the situation around you.'"
"'If that focus lapses or fails, you won't even see the attack right in front of your face.'" Syre took a pause, and gave one more moment to sigh, taking a breath as she tried to center herself. "I understand that its important to be able to more easily access higher level forms, but I do wonder if its a 'bad' thing to keep that 'tensity', when its needed."
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Post by Cion on Sept 14, 2020 19:24:51 GMT
"It's never too late to learn." She gladly reminded her dearly beloved with a big, confident grin on her muzzle. Of course Cion was not so fortuitous as to consider altering muscle memory, reflexes and instincts a trivial undertaking, but she knew first-hand that it was far from impossible. It was certainly bound to demand plenty of time, effort and volition. However, if anyone was capable of transcending her past, then surely a young and able soul like Syre. And if it was necessary for her to teach her how to master her body and mind... then she took immense pride in fulfilling this duty.
Admittedly although, it was somewhat surprising for the silver fennec to hear that her darling believed a lack of tension was only meant for transformations. Perhaps she had not been clear enough with her explanations, but was this not an implicit given? Shrugging weakly as they held hands, she nonetheless understood whence the onyx felidae came. Combat in a relaxed state of being was antithetical to almost all teachings and innermost impulses, especially for entities who unfortunately bore the title of monsters. "It is one core aspect - to sustain the form indefinitely, regardless of the circumstances. Regressing during fights is a rare... yet fatal detriment, would you not agree?"
A rhetorical question, yet it was of utmost importance that it was voiced. Indeed most clashes did not last long enough for regression to set in, but had recent history not taught them the burdens of perpetual conflict? Dark spires, the D-Reaper, the lords, and now a potential war between civilizations - cataclysms of varying scales occurring within the span of a few years. To this day, the unassuming fox felt the strain of the innumerable battles in her muscles and sinews. Without absolute control, she would have likely not been able to contribute as much as she did and would do in the future.
Nevertheless, she witnessed the focus that blazed inside her pupil's radiant eyes. Likewise, the dogma her large ears picked up spoke of an unyielding spirit. Finally, doubt was what escaped her sweetheart's lips, which was disheartening to the vulpine ascendant. She grasped that it was not meant to demoralize her, but it was difficult to cast this sentiment aside. Though, to be an exemplar of her own tenets, she forced her heart to find her center anew. Still, how was she supposed to reach her?
"Bad is relative, dear. But it is, undoubtedly so, unsustainable." Cion explicated calmly yet a with a firm tone to her voice. Releasing her gentle grip, she trod a couple of steps until she paused and folded her arms. Turning to face the Sistermon, she exhaled audibly and slightly bit her lower lip. "As Holly said - she was stuck as a Botamon due to overexertion." She continued, well-nigh in jest as a hearty chuckle whizzed past her canines. It was a rather amusing tale, and potentially beneficial to their undertaking.
"But I see the point you are making. You cannot fathom what it's like to fight serenely. Perfectly understandable. Maybe a training session, or sparring-match, is needed to give you an idea of its advantages over tensity. But for the latter, I am not a natural duelist... except in my apex."
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