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Post by Syre the BlackGatomon on Jan 17, 2021 21:23:23 GMT
'Have you been doing your daily practice?'
With how scarce Syre and Cion could be around the apartment at times, it was a fair question - the BlackGatomon often had to skip or cut short certain sessions to make time for patrols and the like. And, as much progress as Syre made in the first few days of this sort of 'meditative training', the BlackGatomon definitely had some difficulty keeping her data level, as if something from within strove to keep her data at least slightly out of balance.
Focus. Focus. Keep your core quiet.
For now, Syre found herself, sitting cross-legged on the long couch in the living area, eyes closed and palms folded, her claws carefully curled around the back of her paws. There was always some disconnect between "keeping the mind clear" and "focusing on keeping the mind clear", but when she was focusing like this, Syre's data kept a smooth, slow rotation, not an iota in excess...
... Until, well, there was excess. Syre's lips briefly peeled back, teeth gritted as she felt static build up in her fur, a single, dark 'spark' of energy flicking from her side. It was visible for a moment, and then 'snapped', causing the feline's ear to flick, the feline's focus dropping as she raised her hands up to her ear. It was a minor annoyance, just a crack of static electricity - but inside, it quickly through her data into disarray.
"Love you too, dad..." She gave a 'tsk', shaking her head as she made her way off to the kitchen. A headache was coming, and Syre wanted something to drink ahead of that.
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Post by Cion on Jan 18, 2021 17:23:12 GMT
Since it was Cion who had assumed the role as a teacher to guide Syre towards her mastery of ascension, she took any responsibilities and personal sacrifices that came with this duty very seriously. The time she had invested into this undertaking, not to mention their intense sparring-matches, were unquestionable proof of that. However, today was slightly different. All she had to do, while her pupil attuned to her essence through meditation, was to remain perfectly quiet and preferably out of sight. Otherwise, she too would become a distraction, and the last thing she wanted as to impede her partner's progress. Perish the thought!
Thus, with isolating headphones covering her large set of ears, the silver fennec simply rested on the sill of one of the picture windows. With her head softly swaying back and forth, she allowed her soul to delve deep into the catharsis that was alternative metal. Naturally, her attention was not only bound to the rythm and melodies of the instruments and lyrics. Though the signature of her darling's data was difficult to read from afar, she nonetheless noticed the calmness which encompassed her core. Her student had undoubtedly progressed over the recent months. This in turn left her proud and content.
Unfortunately, this contentment soon gave way for concerned inquisitiveness as she perceived the sudden shift inside her sweetheart's heart. Pausing her enjoyment and removing the device from her frame, she beheld as her dearly beloved arose, cursed under her breath, and walked into their open kitchen. Raising an eyebrow, the unassuming fox wondered whence the dark spark had originated, although a certain hypothesis came to mind that was a burden for many digimons. There was darkness within every being - even the purest and most innocent. She... knew that quite well from personal experience.
Quietly following the onyx felidae with gracile steps, waiting for her in turn to savor her drink, she eventually embraced her from behind. Leaning her chin on the BlackGatomon's surprisingly muscular shoulder, cheeks pressed against each other, a gentle murr escaped from her petite maw as her paws interlocked around her haunch. A bit of playful affection and loving touch during a break could not hurt, right? "You're improving with every passing day, dear." She stated with a confident smile, her dulcet voice expressing nothing but sincere honesty. There was not a single step that did not matter.
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Post by Syre the BlackGatomon on Jan 18, 2021 19:23:17 GMT
Syre didn't have to wonder - she knew exactly what that 'spark' of data was. It was something that acted in direct contrast to Cion's proposed training: whenever she calmed her data and tried to regulate it, this 'foreign' source would brim up to the surface, wanting to manifest itself when everything else was suppressed. It was something that her data normally pushed underneath the surface, but as she was now?
Syre couldn't worry about it too much, though. Uncapping a sports drink, Syre took a deep drink to help level herself out, screwing the top back on to take it back to the living room. Before she could turn, though, she felt that hug from behind, the feline giving a bit of a start, a blush on her cheeks as she looked over her shoulder. "H-heh... thank you." The feline gave a smile: "Sorry about today, I try to usually space these out when you're out of the apartment so you don't have to stay so quiet."
That, of course, didn't address the elephant in the room. It wasn't something that Syre was necessarily trying to hide, but it also wasn't something that Syre brought up in general conversation. And as the two were, the feline knew that the fennec had picked up on it, almost feeling those eyes peering at her core. With a sigh, the feline would hold her arm outwards, right hand directed upwards as if cupping a ball - and from there, she'd let that same 'dark' energy manifest, a crimson-red electrical energy dancing off of Syre's palm.
One that, at closer inspection, would definitely be familiar to the fox.
"Curious?"
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Post by Cion on Jan 18, 2021 20:19:59 GMT
"Don't be silly, dear. If I was longing for noise, I could have left at any time. I am here far more often and longer than you anyway." Cion stated with playful kindness in her voice, which was followed by a brief and gentle boop of the onyx felidae's nose. There truly was nothing to be sorry about, even when disregarding the fact that she put a greater value in the well-being of Syre than her own. For many, this might be considered a burden, but to the silver fennec it was a serenity of purpose and innermost affection.
There was probably not anything that would bring her as much bliss as the certainty of having helped her dearly beloved achieve her goals and dreams. Hers were already fulfilled - at least those that were realistic - so it was an honor and joy to dedicate herself to such a young and blossoming flower of potential as the BlackGatomon. She was, to an extent, the comely feline's tutor. One day, it was likely inevitable that the master would be surpassed. To the unassuming fox, this was a delightful notion however! She was her own limit, and the idea of witnessing it transcended was... compelling.
As was the so-called elephant in the room, towards which the vulpine sentinel of course kept her signature poise and composure. Few things had remained unseen by her, hence what shocked and harrowed most had a tendency to barely affect - frequently not at all. Were it cataclysm, abominations or well-nigh pure evil... she had faced and almost always vanquished these manifestations of the digital realm. Yet this once, the situation in front of her was different in a single facet. She was not opposed to the source. In fact, she cherished and loved it, or rather her, above anything and anyone else.
Eventually releasing her embrace as her aureate eyes stayed transfixed on the entirety of Syre, Cion beheld the manifestation emerge again from within the depths of her love's essence. And as faint and suppressed as it was, the nature of the crimson bolt was blatant to her. "Huh..." She let out, a neutral expression on her petite muzzle as she softly folded her arms. "Curious? Yes. I suppose I should have expected that, but I did not think it could be passed down like this." She calmly voiced her point of view, reminding themselves of the ambiguous nature of propagation among digimons.
Briefly scratching her chin, she hopped on top of a kitchen counter to sit on its edge. Letting her legs dangle, she tilted her head sideways as her gaze drifted away in contemplation. "The question is, why does it - or why do you let it - perturb you so much?" She inquired, implicitly referring to the event that had made the felidae cease her meditation in the first place. Presuming that this was obvious, another important set of questions came to mind. But without a concrete answer to the first, there was no reason to vocalize them.
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Post by Syre the BlackGatomon on Jan 18, 2021 21:21:13 GMT
"Well, I still appreciate it. Its nice to have someone here able to gauge my progress." The feline returned her beloved words with a smile, briefly pressing her forehead right against the fox's in a small nuzzle. Yes, Cion was definitely the mentor for this sort of training: such focus and meditation was far outside Syre's own comfort zone. The feline was never really a meditative type, so to have another set of eyes keep her in check was a blessing.
That said, this snag that Syre was hitting was more than a little annoying. Letting that energy dance off of her palm for a few more seconds, the feline awaited Cion's reaction, only to give a sigh as the fennec gave her calm analysis. "Didn't know that you knew that about my dad, but yes, that is where this came from. Holly and I both have just a little bit of Greed's data." Not enough to manifest as a Lord, of course, but definitely enough to see - and even use, to a certain extent. As Cion climbed up on the counter, Syre herself would lean against the opposite wall, taking another drink as she mulled it over.
"Honestly, that's a good question. I don't really know why." Syre shook her head. "The data doesn't really feel like me, I guess. Mom was a knight with holy energy and dad was a demon type with dark energy - I ended up getting a lot more from mom, with the fire, ice and all that. If I had to guess..."
Syre mulled it over.
"... Maybe such a calm focus is soothing to the 'holy' or 'knightly' part of my data, but it agitates the other part of it? Or maybe making the data do something that its not entirely used to makes the core act in some unintentional way." It was hard to say! "Really, I've only ever used 'dad's' data for one technique. You know, the one that blocks healing?"
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Post by Cion on Jan 21, 2021 15:57:01 GMT
And Cion appreciated Syre's appreciation. To her it felt good to have a purpose and someone who cherished her dedication. For quite a long time, she had existed with neither aim nor any genuine companionship. She knew what it meant to be truly forlorn in all of its meanings, hence she did not wish another she cared for to suffer a similar anguish. Even if the only deed she had to accomplish was to remain silent and observe, it left her satisfied. With her pupil this was however not merely limited to the results, but the caresses the savored as well.
But this situation was not about her, but the one she tought true ascension. Softly folding her arms as she sat on the counter's edge, the silver fennec attentively listened to the explications of her dearly beloved. Admittedly, to this very day, she did not grasp what made this supposedly sinful data so different from anything else in the digital realm? From her point of view, both her darling and her sister were genuinely selfless and kind people. So how precisely did greed play into this, and why did it perturb her student so strongly? Was it intentional, or simply due to a lack of mastery? Unfortunately, there was no answer to this conundrum as of yet.
Yet there was speculation, possibilities and perhaps opportunities. With her ears peaking, the unassuming fox hummed quietly in contemplation as her paw reached to her chin to scratch and hold it. The insight she received was definitely telling, and the story she heard resembled the BlackGatomon's path towards transcendency in many aspects. It was a tale that contained plenty of inner conflict and uncertainty, and maybe all that was needed was again a helping hand.
"I see." She eventually commented with a neutral expression and tone to her dulcet voice. Leaping down to assume a proper stance, a confident and determined smile manifested itself on her muzzle. With aureate eyes meeting amber ones, she nodded firmly - indicating that their work was far from over. "Then you have to attune with this facet the same way you did when you ascended. Overcome this schism by synergizing both antithetic facets into a new whole... a synthesis of holy and unholy. The Strengths of both, and bereft of either weaknesses." She stated boldly, almost as if she was eager to get started - which was hardly a surprise.
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Post by Syre the BlackGatomon on Jan 22, 2021 18:07:39 GMT
Would it really be that simple?
Hearing Cion's proposal, the BlackGatomon gave a shrug and a nod, standing up from the wall and taking a moment to stretch. "Can't hurt to try!" Syre kept the energy up, taking a moment to set the drink on the counter, before she took a breath, closed her eyes, and placed her palms together. The feline wasn't trying for a 'deep' meditation - rather, she was just trying to see how the data behaved when she tried to focus.
It didn't take long to calm her 'normal' data down, but when she dug deeper, to try and dig out that dark data, the feline felt herself furrowing her brow. This wasn't a reaction of pain or discomfort, but one of confusion - and Cion could likely feel why. "... I just brought the energy to my hand, why's it not coming up when I do this?" Muttering, the cat tried to think about it 'another' way - before she felt a spark at her back.
Or, more specifically, at her tail.
The BlackGatomon gave a blink, and brought her tail to the front, gently holding onto the end with a careful hand. "... Shit, its so obvious when I think about it backwards." Syre chuckled, shaking her head as she took off her tail ring. Her data signal briefly dropped to that of a rookie, as the cat spun the ring carefully between her nails.
"Guess that's why it doesn't mix right. I didn't think of it before, but I actually use my 'dark' attack from my ring - either this one, or the one Sistermon wears on her fingers." Syre shook her head. "Like oil and water, I guess? Maybe the data itself didn't know how to mix the two, so it just put the dark data in the ring. Hm... but what does that mean..."
Syre slipped the ring back on, flicking her tail back behind her. "I mean, it'd be one thing if it was just another part of my 'core', but if its an outside source to begin with... ugh, that's trickier than it seems like on the surface. Do I draw energy from the ring while I'm meditating, or would trying to 'draw' power throw off trying to balance it?"
Syre didn't even know where to start!
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Post by Cion on Jan 22, 2021 21:52:09 GMT
Was it simple? Of course not. Bringing the thesis of divine radiance and its antithesis that was abyssal sway out of their schism to create an unclear synthesis was likely as difficult as mixing oil and water. That much was self-evident from where Cion stood, but when had the prospect of effort and ordeals ever stopped the duo from accomplishing what they desired? Was it vanquishing cataclysmic threats or each other in a sparring-match, they had faced seemingly insurmountable challenges without fear. More often than not, they had even emerged victoriously. So why should this eldritch presence be any different?
With Syre agreeing to this sentiment of who dares wins, the silver fennec observed her carefully as she again entered a form of focus and insight into the self. It was not meditation, as it lacked the placidity usually associated with it. Though calm, from the way the comely felidae's data shifted, it was clear that she sought to reach out for the ancient bequest hidden within her. Force was eventually replaced with an expression of confusion, causing the unassuming fox to briefly raise an eyebrow. She had anticipated many things, but bewilderment? She was not quite sure how to react to that.
Nonetheless, as she listened to her darling's explications, she sensed the might of greed emerge. However, it was apparently not from the intended destination, but her sweetheart's tail. "Huh..." Stepping forward, for once not intending to behold its appealing beauty, she watched as the BlackGatomon removed her holy ring from it. The sudden change of power was well-nigh tangible, but what was of infinitely greater interest were her love's realization. The item at hand was a tool in plenty of her forms, and always acted as either a source or catalyst for vorpal abilities - maybe purposefully separated from the main corpus. "Curious..."
With the artifact back on Syre's frame, Cion anew folded her arms softly. Innumerable questions immediately came to mind, a few of which her dearly beloved was quick to vocalize. But was this darkness truly not a part of her core? The onyx feline was a Nightmare Soldier and Virus, so why would it not be? And why was divinity her primary element, alongside... "Opposites, like fire and ice." The vulpine sentinel whispered audibly as if having an epiphany. Gentle scratching her own chin, she nodded firmly allowed her aureate gaze to shift to her dearest.
"... Melee and ranged. Celestial and demonic. You already are a duality in numerous aspects. ... but why is the latter not an inherent facet of yours like the others?" She assessed and wondered, convinced that a crucial piece of this puzzle was still eluding them. There was indeed the question of balance, and why in this instance there was a lack thereof. "Perhaps..." She spoke quietly, leaning slightly backwards. Pausing, it was evident that she was seriously contemplating an idea. It took her a couple of seconds to continue. The reason for that was clear.
"... make it a true part of yours. Load and absorb it." She suggested, the tone of her voice somewhat cold as there was a certain degree of unease in her words. After all, the similarity to consuming another digimon, which was in most instances a truly vile deed, was obvious. She personally was not harrowed by it, but the notion of being stripped of everything she was left her... with a grave mien. Naturally, this situation was not the same, but it was similar. Greed was not solely bound to her.
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Post by Syre the BlackGatomon on Jan 24, 2021 18:27:12 GMT
There were several ideas to consider at this point, and the feline was entertaining a few of them. Perhaps the BlackGatomon could emit the 'dark light' from the ring while trying to otherwise focus on her data, learning how to control one while channeling the other. At this point, Syre didn't know if that would actually be possible, or if it would be like trying to "look left and right" at the same time. Or, maybe she should try and meditate without the tail ring on for a bit, and then re-introduce the ring afterwards... but what if the meditation she would be practicing without it would be 'wrong' once the element was added back in?
Syre furrowed her brow, trying to figure out the best way to attack this conundrum. Her ears flicked at Cion's words, and to a certain extent, they made sense. The BlackGatomon already had a number of conflicting or 'opposite' elements, so why should this be any different? "If I had to guess, it would be because I obtained most of those from one parent. Still, its a bit odd..."
Then came the ultimate suggestion: load the ring. The idea made the feline's ear flick, her gaze looking right to the tip of her tail. "I mean, would it matter?" Syre wasn't sure on that. "If I'm in rookie level, the ring already vanishes, and it appears again when I Digivolve. Its already a part of my data, it just... 'decides to partition itself', I guess?" Still, the BlackGatomon wasn't about to just throw out the idea. She carefully slid the ring off of her tail one more time, held the ring in her palm, and folded her hands around it.
"..." She focused. Briefly, her hands gave a small, azure glow - and a moment later, that dark energy sparked once more. Syre's eyes opened wide, the ring - now 'gold', rather than black - clinking on the floor as Syre fell to her hands and knees, gritting her teeth as Greed's energy coursed through her system. Her claws dug into the tile, deep scratches running across it as she tried to steady herself.
"... C... cold..." Her hand reached up to her chest, the feline trying to steady herself with that new surge of data. At least, for the moment, everything felt 'off' or 'wrong' to the cat. "The... ring. Where is the ring..."
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Post by Cion on Jan 24, 2021 21:07:45 GMT
Odd? That was arguably an understatement. Even if Syre's hypothesis that most of her essence was inherited by K was correct, why had such an unfathomable imbalance occurred with her? After all, she undoubtedly was a virus and thus in tune with so-called dark data, yet her nature and well-nigh every single power of hers contradicted this. She was a celestial sentinel of the elements, not a ravager of the netherworld. Though practical in her approach and thinking, she was likewise benign and genial. And it was more than just youthful innocence, spirit and enthusiasm - it was genuine amicability. Cion was convinced of this.
Yet the only thing truly saturnine about the onyx felidae were her various forms, excluding her apex which was an embodiment of her true self. A Gallantmon, while a vanguard with great offensive sway, was a protector of others nonetheless. No - the black ring was indeed the sole aspect of darkness of her, and it manifested itself as something separate from the rest of her frame. "But... why?" She asked, knowing full well that they had no answer to the question of why this artifact segregated itself from its wielder. It was a part of the comely feline, yet simultaneously it was not.
Sighing quietly with her arms folded softly, the silver fennec nodded firmly and watched as her dearly beloved did as suggested. Although there was initial hesitation, understandably so, the ring was eventually removed to have its energy absorbed. In the process, surprisingly so, its color changed to the signature gold that it usually had. Raising an eyebrow, Cion gasped upon witnessing the partial collapse of her dearest. "Syre!" She exclaimed, her dulcet voice nevertheless hushed as to in unison with her ladylike grace. Still, this situation was self-evidently alarming.
Kneeling down next to the BlackGatomon and holding her gently as to steady her position, one of her hands quickly reached out to the dropped piece of jewelry - snatching it as to prevent it from rolling out of sight. "I have it, dear. ... Can you stand?" The unassuming fox assured her and inquired, fully aware that asking if she was alright was inane for she was quite clearly not. Her pained expression and tense muscles were unquestionable proof for her pangs - as was the tile they would have to replace later.
Yet what was this cold she was speaking of? Whatever the answer would be, she of course kept her own cool as to soothe her love. A helping hand had to be steady and unwavering. "Anything I can do to help you warm up? A Blanket, or a hot-water bottle?"
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Post by Syre the BlackGatomon on Jan 25, 2021 0:59:25 GMT
This hadn't gone well.
At the moment, Syre found her ears flicking at Cion's words. She could hear and understand the fennec, but it sounded as if they were underwater, a garbled echoing bouncing around in the BlackGatomon's head. Her breathing was far from level, the cat giving short, erratic blinks over the next few moments. And the moment that her love declared that she had the ring?
Syre's eyes transfixed on it. And she reached forward, clasping both of her claws around Cion's own, desperately pulling the metal ring back into her own grip. She'd hold it right to her chest, and hurriedly whispered the same phrase, over and over:
"I'm sorry... I'm sorry..." The words came out in a whisper. Was Syre talking to the ring itself, or was this as far as she could raise her voice in her state? Over the next few seconds, Syre's data signal shifted again - this time pouring data right back into the ring. Once more, the 'golden' ring took on an onyx tone, the lettered engravings pulsing with a brighter red lettering than before. Cion would see this, just as the feline would slip the ring back onto her own tail - and with it, Syre's condition seemed to rapidly improve.
Her breathing steadied. The feline's data signal balanced out once more, and slowly, Syre managed to get back onto her feet. As the feline's eyes opened, the fennec would notice a definite 'red' glint across the edges of Syre's otherwise amber eyes, as well as the feeling of that dark aura around Syre. But, unlike before when it was presented by sparks or cracking, it now seemed to permeate more calmly within the BlackGatomon's frame.
Syre looked down at her claw, tensing it and relaxing it slightly, as if cautiously examining herself.
"Is this... really how my data is supposed to feel? Ugh..." The cat shook her head, taking a step back to keep her balance. "Or maybe its just because I tried to mess with the ring like that..."
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Post by Cion on Jan 31, 2021 21:09:02 GMT
Though it was counterproductive to Cion's attempts to help her dearly beloved, she understood that Syre was at the moment incapable of responding properly to her questions. Whatever shock had pervaded her mammalian frame was likewise overwhelming and lasting. Furthermore, it was clear that it was not solely her body which was impaired, but her mind too was in a state of disarray. Why else would the onyx felidae rip her ring so firmly out of her grasp while muttering desperate apologies for seemingly nothing? To say that the silver fennec was left confused was an understatement.
Yet as she attached the artifact to her tail once more, the sudden shift reversed over several seconds. It again assumed its signature black coloration, yet the runes carved into its celestial metal had adopted a crimson sheen. It was a familiar color, one she had seen within Daemon's eyes before. Plenty of valid hypothesis immediately manifested themselves in front of her inner eye. Was it possible that her dearest's own data had enriched this unusual item? Or had it merely been activated due to the brief convocation? Naturally, she did not know the truth yet, but it was a question worthy of investigation.
Noticing that everything about the comely feline returned to normal, the unassuming fox of course continued to provide her helping hand. Standing up together, she inspected her love for a few moments, assuring that she was indeed healthy and ready to stand without assistance. Fortunately, this was the case, hence their entwined paws eventually disjoined. Yet as their gazes met, the vulpine sentinel could not prevent herself from gasping quietly. "Your... eyes." She whispered, the red gleam at the edges of her irises striking like the sun in the eternal blue. Perhaps her suggestion had functioned as intended after all.
"What does it feel like?" She inquired, wondering if it was still filled with coldness and pain as she had described. Additionally, as she folded her arms softly and scratched her chin nervously, Cion was unable to let the matter rest. Maybe these questions were a bit too much right away, but she did not wish to lose sight of any detail of the event that had just transpired. "And what did you apologize for?"
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Post by Syre the BlackGatomon on Feb 1, 2021 2:28:24 GMT
As Cion helped Syre back onto her feet, the feline carefully took the fox's hand, and pulled herself up. After a moment or two to test her balance, the BlackGatomon felt alright enough to stand on her own, but past that, she didn't know how to describe what she was feeling.
Her body felt 'calm', if nothing else, but there was just something about it that felt off, so much so that Syre didn't question it when Cion gave a comment over the feline's eyes. Instead, the cat continued to inspect her own condition, lowering her arms and closing her eyes to take a nice, calm, deep breath. That first question rang in her ears, and Syre needed a few moments to collect her thoughts.
"Oddly... 'calm'. But its not the same sort of calm I felt earlier." Shoot, how was she supposed to describe this? "But it feels a lot like this body isn't mine. Every movement feels foreign - 'wrong', almost, like everything is one step off. Maybe I'm just not used to this sort of data mix..." Syre shook her head, opening her eyes shortly after as she took a step forward, to correct her balance.
As for that last question? Syre gave a blink, looked towards Cion, and tilted her head.
"I... apologized?"
Had Syre completely forgotten that? Or was that just something that she muttered in the throes of trying to correct her data? Regardless, the feline took a moment to press her palms together, trying to recenter her focus like she did before. "... I'd say... the data feels more dense than it did before. Like mixing 'sand' instead of 'water', if that makes sense... tch." It took a moment, but the cat would give a smile. "We'll play it by ear, hun - I'm going to go back to meditating. I'll let you know how I'm doing after an hour, alright?"
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Post by Cion on Feb 1, 2021 20:04:52 GMT
Not even a reaction? When had her dearly beloved become so phlegmatic and halfhearted? Was she not at all concerned about her well-being and the potential changes that had possibly affected her? Or was she perhaps concealing something from Cion? Such thoughts were maybe unjustified and accusatory, but considering what had just transpired there was reason for concern - especially since the silver fennec might have been responsible for it. Naturally, her outer poise and calm remained, including the slow rhythm of her core, but her mind was raging with a thousand notions. She wondered if her dearest had fully attuned to the coldness of greed... or worse...
Snapping out of her inner contemplation, her vast ears peaked as to perceive everything that the candid BlackGatomon wished to share with her. And what was revealed did not ease the vulpine sentinel's concerns. She felt numb and passive, as if her body was not entirely in her control, or did not belong to her consciousness? "Oh dear..." She susurrated, hiding the trepidation that was starting to manifest in her agitated soul. Was this force parasitic in nature, like the time she had unintentionally integrated the D-Reaper's essence?
And she truly had no recollection of having apologized for anything recently? Not knowing what to do, the unassuming fox merely stood still for a while, her arms crossed firmly as her gaze scanned the onyx felidae. A facet of hers had certainly changed, but was it for the better or not? Or was Cion simply reading too deep into things? Whatever the answer was, she was certain that she desired her love to be serene and happy. Anything less was nothing short of unacceptable. And if her sweetheart believed that further meditation was a sufficient approach then who was she to question that judgment.
"Very well." She assented to her will with slight hesitation. Taking in a quiet breath, she departed from the feline's perception as she had before. This time however, her attention was fully on the gallant vanguard. She would not take the chance of missing out on what could occur. Besides, she was incapable of relaxing at this point anyway.
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Post by Syre the BlackGatomon on Feb 1, 2021 21:37:26 GMT
Syre was not about to claim that she was okay.
That said, the feline didn't know what to think of it, not right now. Something 'critical' about her data changed, and in several ways, Cion might have felt that she wasn't even staring at the same Digimon. After all, Syre was hardly this passive, hardly this 'aloof' - so to see the feline so distant was definitely alarming. Was this a consequence of a Gatomon trying to directly incorporate their ring? Maybe Syre's data was truly out of balance?
Neither of them knew, and Syre deciding to 'play it by ear' was a risk - but it was also something that Syre would definitely do, based on her own personality. She'd return to meditating, cautiously bringing her palms together as she once more slipped back into that 'state'. Her eyes were closed, palms folded against each-other, and whatever agitation was in her core calmed down to a slow stillness.
And as she was now, that darkened data was no longer separate from this equation. It took only a good three minutes for Cion to see a definite change, that 'dark' data appearing right around the cat in an ominous crimson aura. Unlike before, it didn't spark or act against her, but simply warmly radiated around her body. In fact, it almost seemed easier than before, a smile curling at the edge of the feline's lips as she grew more used to the energy - her eyes slowly opening to reveal that dark, crimson glint.
"This can't be right."
Those words were uttered with a smile, and with a sigh, the feline would separate her hands, cupping her palms upward as she started to focus. That red aura brightened for a second, before the energy would start to move forward, focused right out towards Syre's arms - that black sparking starting to return.
"Complain all you want. You thought I'd just let you become me? All you are is a ring, and whatever dark part of dear-old-dad's data that got caught along for the ride..."
The feline's eyes gave a flicker, the red slowly fading, as her claws started to curl right around it. The 'calm' look from the BlackGatomon's eyes fated - and it was quickly replaced with a predatory gaze, and a fang-filled smirk, as that crimson data formed into a dense ball of energy in Syre's claws. And still, the feline talked to herself:
"Still would be such a shame to let you go, after messing with me so thoroughly. You're me, after all..." Syre chuckled, turning towards Cion with a nod.
"Sorry, hun - don't think I was myself before." The 'snark' and the 'life' to her tone had finally returned, Syre keeping most of the attention on the dark ball of energy between her claws. "I could very easily just put all of this back into the ring, and just never pry at it again."
"Or," Syre chuckled, "I can try taking in this arrogant little specter one more time."
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