[Hunt] Needing a Hand
May 14, 2021 6:31:39 GMT
Post by Deleted on May 14, 2021 6:31:39 GMT
No two ways about it. Recovering sucked. Getting injured sucked. Having your arm burnt off by what was essentially one monumental misunderstanding absolutely sucked. So you'd think that Azura wasn't having one of the greatest weeks of her life. And yet, she woke with a smile on her face. Well... it turned into a grimace of pain once she tried to stretch, though. But there was only so much she could do about that. Azura let out a string of unlady-like expletives before getting out of bed... and nearly stumbling over. That's right. There was a bunch of weight missing from her right side now.
Well... her appearance had managed to recover, thanks to her little sister's intervention. But not even her healing could restore Azura's arm. Not after the amount of damage she sustained. And there was some damage to her Digicore as well. That couldn't be fixed, either. Maybe it was because she was still recovering from her serious injuries, but her body didn't feel... strong or quick anymore. She felt a hell of a lot weaker now. And for someone who devoted her entire life to training and becoming strong... well... she couldn't exactly protect someone if she wasn't strong, right?
Azura checked the note on their motel room's door. Everyone else was out getting supplies, apparently. Sable and Ivori were likely catching up or something. That was nice, though Azura supposed she was a little jealous. She had been in and out of consciousness so much lately that she hadn't gotten the chance to chat with either Sistermon proper. She vaguely remembered a Commandramon checking up on her, as well as that little human girl of Sable's... Airi, was it? She was a sweet girl. Kind of shy, though. Reminded her a lot of...
Bah! There was no way that Azura could just stay holed up in this dinky little place when she was feeling lucid for the first time in forever! She had to go out and do something! Like, maybe get a new-
Azura wasn't sure if it was just the Rustport Town charter of having everything done ass-backwards, but she never stopped to think that installing an artificial arm would be so damned... painful!
"Oh... shit... shit... fu... fudge nugget supreme wrapped in bacon, lettuce, and tomat....oh fuck that hurts!" The kept cursing through gritted teeth while the Mekanorimon performing the operation shook its head.
"You must remain still, or else this procedure will be more painful..."
"And it's already not!?" Azura countered, apparently not remaining still, because a sudden surge of pain sent her voice screaming up into the sky.
Welp... As far as artificial limbs went... Azura supposed she could do better. But she supposed it was the equivalent of a roadside mechanic, so she was just gonna have to make do. If this one broke down (And she suspected it would, rather soon...) she'd just try to get a better limb that felt just a bit better. And it sure as hell wasn't as strong as her original arm, though to be fair, Azura's entire body didn't feel as strong as her old arm did. She would have to start training from scratch, or something. She used to handle Champion Digimon with ease, but at this level she didn't even feel like she could fight against a Rookie proper. Hell... she wasn't even sure she could take on that group of bullies picking on that BladeKuwagamon that was lying in a ditch on the side of the road and... well... Azura should probably try and do something about that, anyways. She walked over towards one of the Rookie-Digimon, a particularly mean-looking Monodramon with a Gaomon and Strabimon at his side, placed her hand on the purple dragonoid Digimon's shoulder and told him, "Hey, unless you want to get into a real scrap, I recommend you leave that poor Digimon alone!"
Azura placed her hand on the hilt of her blade. It was on the wrong side, and drawing it would be awkward. She thought about drawing it with her new arm, but to be perfectly honest, she didn't trust the damned thing to hold her sword properly. She'd have to adjust her blade to the other side of her waist during her next opportunity.
But that was something to worry about after this particular bout of ass-kicking!
And what an ass-kicking it was! Azura was left sprawling on the ground, clutching her everything in pain. Yep. She definitely shouldn't have been fighting so soon. The group of Rookie-level bullies belted out an uproarious laughter.
"Wow... I thought those kind of Sistermon were supposed to be really tough... but this one was really weak!"
"Yeah... she wasn't even worth our time!"
"But man... what do you say we get out of here and go snuff some glue or something?"
"Right on, bro!"
And with that, but bullies left. Not the most graceful or badass way to get a group of bullies to leave a victim alone, but... she supposed it would have to do. She sat up, barely able to keep herself from falling back over, and looked over towards the edgy-machine Digimon, BladeKuwagamon. "Yo. You okay?" The BladeKuwagamon remained motionless for a second, dead-silent, then immediately lunged towards Azura, grasping its body and lodging metallic pincers into Azura's artificial arm.
"I required no assistance from you, weakling." Came a strange voice, in a deep, synthetic tone.
"Oh... well... I guess I'm not getting a thanks, am I?" Azura asked. "Talk about ungrateful... sheesh..."
"Silence, pathetic Digimon. I control your body now. Obey my commands and cut down those enemy Digimon."
"Yeah... I'm gonna go with... 'no.'" Azura answered curtly, picking herself off the ground. "I'm not about cutting down a Digimon while they're backs're turned...." Her mind wandered over towards the Asuramon whose arm she unceremoniously lopped off. "Well... at least not under special circumstances."
"I do not care about the parameters of your self-imposed honor. They have wronged me and must be cut down for it."
"Welp, good luck to ya, then!" Azura answered with an annoyed smile. But the BladeKuwagamon didn't budge or detach itself from her new arm. "Change your mind?"
"Correct."
"Is it because you're just gonna get your ass kicked?"
"Correct."
Azura let out a chuckle and shook her head. "Well... Can't really feel a whole bunch in that arm, and I gotta say, all that weight you've got feels pretty comfortable. What's your name?"
"Blaydson."
"Well, Blaydson... You're pretty weird! I like that! Name's Azura! Stick around for as long as you'd like!"
Well... her appearance had managed to recover, thanks to her little sister's intervention. But not even her healing could restore Azura's arm. Not after the amount of damage she sustained. And there was some damage to her Digicore as well. That couldn't be fixed, either. Maybe it was because she was still recovering from her serious injuries, but her body didn't feel... strong or quick anymore. She felt a hell of a lot weaker now. And for someone who devoted her entire life to training and becoming strong... well... she couldn't exactly protect someone if she wasn't strong, right?
Azura checked the note on their motel room's door. Everyone else was out getting supplies, apparently. Sable and Ivori were likely catching up or something. That was nice, though Azura supposed she was a little jealous. She had been in and out of consciousness so much lately that she hadn't gotten the chance to chat with either Sistermon proper. She vaguely remembered a Commandramon checking up on her, as well as that little human girl of Sable's... Airi, was it? She was a sweet girl. Kind of shy, though. Reminded her a lot of...
Bah! There was no way that Azura could just stay holed up in this dinky little place when she was feeling lucid for the first time in forever! She had to go out and do something! Like, maybe get a new-
Azura wasn't sure if it was just the Rustport Town charter of having everything done ass-backwards, but she never stopped to think that installing an artificial arm would be so damned... painful!
"Oh... shit... shit... fu... fudge nugget supreme wrapped in bacon, lettuce, and tomat....oh fuck that hurts!" The kept cursing through gritted teeth while the Mekanorimon performing the operation shook its head.
"You must remain still, or else this procedure will be more painful..."
"And it's already not!?" Azura countered, apparently not remaining still, because a sudden surge of pain sent her voice screaming up into the sky.
Welp... As far as artificial limbs went... Azura supposed she could do better. But she supposed it was the equivalent of a roadside mechanic, so she was just gonna have to make do. If this one broke down (And she suspected it would, rather soon...) she'd just try to get a better limb that felt just a bit better. And it sure as hell wasn't as strong as her original arm, though to be fair, Azura's entire body didn't feel as strong as her old arm did. She would have to start training from scratch, or something. She used to handle Champion Digimon with ease, but at this level she didn't even feel like she could fight against a Rookie proper. Hell... she wasn't even sure she could take on that group of bullies picking on that BladeKuwagamon that was lying in a ditch on the side of the road and... well... Azura should probably try and do something about that, anyways. She walked over towards one of the Rookie-Digimon, a particularly mean-looking Monodramon with a Gaomon and Strabimon at his side, placed her hand on the purple dragonoid Digimon's shoulder and told him, "Hey, unless you want to get into a real scrap, I recommend you leave that poor Digimon alone!"
Azura placed her hand on the hilt of her blade. It was on the wrong side, and drawing it would be awkward. She thought about drawing it with her new arm, but to be perfectly honest, she didn't trust the damned thing to hold her sword properly. She'd have to adjust her blade to the other side of her waist during her next opportunity.
But that was something to worry about after this particular bout of ass-kicking!
And what an ass-kicking it was! Azura was left sprawling on the ground, clutching her everything in pain. Yep. She definitely shouldn't have been fighting so soon. The group of Rookie-level bullies belted out an uproarious laughter.
"Wow... I thought those kind of Sistermon were supposed to be really tough... but this one was really weak!"
"Yeah... she wasn't even worth our time!"
"But man... what do you say we get out of here and go snuff some glue or something?"
"Right on, bro!"
And with that, but bullies left. Not the most graceful or badass way to get a group of bullies to leave a victim alone, but... she supposed it would have to do. She sat up, barely able to keep herself from falling back over, and looked over towards the edgy-machine Digimon, BladeKuwagamon. "Yo. You okay?" The BladeKuwagamon remained motionless for a second, dead-silent, then immediately lunged towards Azura, grasping its body and lodging metallic pincers into Azura's artificial arm.
"I required no assistance from you, weakling." Came a strange voice, in a deep, synthetic tone.
"Oh... well... I guess I'm not getting a thanks, am I?" Azura asked. "Talk about ungrateful... sheesh..."
"Silence, pathetic Digimon. I control your body now. Obey my commands and cut down those enemy Digimon."
"Yeah... I'm gonna go with... 'no.'" Azura answered curtly, picking herself off the ground. "I'm not about cutting down a Digimon while they're backs're turned...." Her mind wandered over towards the Asuramon whose arm she unceremoniously lopped off. "Well... at least not under special circumstances."
"I do not care about the parameters of your self-imposed honor. They have wronged me and must be cut down for it."
"Welp, good luck to ya, then!" Azura answered with an annoyed smile. But the BladeKuwagamon didn't budge or detach itself from her new arm. "Change your mind?"
"Correct."
"Is it because you're just gonna get your ass kicked?"
"Correct."
Azura let out a chuckle and shook her head. "Well... Can't really feel a whole bunch in that arm, and I gotta say, all that weight you've got feels pretty comfortable. What's your name?"
"Blaydson."
"Well, Blaydson... You're pretty weird! I like that! Name's Azura! Stick around for as long as you'd like!"
