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Inner Demons - Literal and Metaphorical [Cion]
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Post by Syre the BlackGatomon on Oct 7, 2021 20:50:03 GMT
Dr. Mikemon: That should be something I can help out with.
Dr. Mikemon: Come up to my office in SnowFlake. Bring Cion along. Honestly, Syre and Cion should have sought out Dr. Mikemon's advice a long time ago on this matter. Of course, Syre's black tail ring never truly got in the way of her day-to-day life, and it certainly hadn't stopped her from becoming a powerful member of the missions guild. But there was always something a bit off, whether it be occasional discharges of dark data or the inability to meditate and fully calm her data. It was a concern, yes, but it was hard to justify dropping everything for it - especially with the threat of Orion once looming on the horizon.
With that threat gone, however, it was time for Syre and Cion to make good on their promise. That was how the BlackGatomon found herself in her father's office, sitting atop an observation bed and waiting for the doctor of the hour. Syre had invited Cion along, and the Arniomon was likely waiting in the room, either next to Syre or sitting on a chair at the edge of the room. The room and office itself was quiet, easy for the two to be lost in their own thoughts. The feline curled her paw around the dark ring, held in her hand, just shaking her head at the absurdity of it.
"This thing came from my data, nothing I loaded. How can it be such a bother?"
"Good question. Lucky for you two, I like the interesting cases."
Syre's ear gave a flick, Mikemon slipping through the door, closing it behind him. With a smile on his face, he gave a nod to his daughter, and briefly turned towards Cion: "First of all, congratulations, both of you. Um, about your engagement, of course." Right, between the missions in the desert and with Orion, it was easy for such a wide compliment to latch onto the wrong event! He gave a small chuckle with that correction, then looked towards Syre.
"Major questions first. Has the situation with the ring worsened over the past month? Past two months?"
"Er... no, nothing like that. The 'glitches' with it are about the same as last time." Syre gave a small shrug, mulling her thoughts together. "To be honest, the reason we're trying to look into this is to see if Cion and I could fuse. And if the ring itself got in the way, would there be a way to rectify it?"
"Fuse... mm, its not impossible. Honestly, the odds that a Digimon can fuse with even another 'random' Digimon on the street are higher than most think. You're both beast types, and 'Virus' and 'Free' don't conflict. But if its safe, that's a different question." The doctor turned towards Cion: "I know about the ring, but is there anything in your court that would be a risk?"
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Post by Cion on Oct 9, 2021 9:35:18 GMT
Many events had transpired since their intense conversations pertaining to the self and their unity. Old foes were vanquished, new acquaintanceships forged, and narrow perspectives broadened. These incidences were too plenty and complex to summarize in a few words and thoughts, but their impact was undeniable. Perhaps not in the onyx feline, but something in the silver fennec's core had been deeply stirred. Where focus, determination and passion were conditional, usually bound solely to her kindred spirit, it emerged more frequently in less momentous happenstances. It was as if ancient demureness was fading for novel zest - slowly, but steady.
Today however contained a matter of undoubtedly utmost importance to Cion. The past had a way to impose its sway on the present, but she would not allow it to contain her future... again - not to mention her lover's. She did not know how to properly deal with that peculiar idiosyncrasy of hers, but they were fortunately acquainted with someone who comprehended the situation. There used to be two, but dwelling on lost possibilities was pointless. Instead, they had to face their paths ahead, with the prospect of them entwining fully and utterly at their destinations.
Naturally, the unassuming fox remained right next to the comely felidae in the tranquil office. Maybe their sides were not touching for the moment, but the sentiment was the same. Watching the dark ring in her paws, so unlike the radiant beauty of the one she had gifted her almost a year ago, the appearance of their caregiver understandably claimed their attention. It was a pleasure to see the talented medic anew in person, even if the circumstances often had a degree of severity to them. Luckily for her, his endorsement eased her tense mind. "Thank you, doctor. It's been... a splendid togetherness."
That was an odd way of saying that she was completely infatuated with everything her spouse was, but it behooved her to stay composed for this critical endeavor. Quietly listening to the interaction between parental figure and 'offspring', which indirectly involved her as well. It was a bit frustrating how Mikemon depreciation unification through DNA, but given his vocation it was understandable. He likely had similar talkings on a weekly basis. But then the subject shifted to Cion's taints, which was a slight oddity to her, causing her to blink dumbfoundedly.
"Well... I mean..." She initially stuttered, before shaking he head and regaining her composure and poise. "I believe not. With your assistance, I could assimilate the D-Reaper code-snippets and integrate them into my structure. That was years ago, and aside from an atypical yet brief outburst of fury I suffer no ill effects when utilizing these powers." She explained calmly, hoping that this insight would remove any concerns from the picture. After all, her dearly beloved had already witnessed her demonstrating the entropic might as her disposal.
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Post by Syre the BlackGatomon on Oct 9, 2021 16:53:25 GMT
'It's been a splendid togetherness.'
"Yes, it has." It was such an odd wording, but Syre could not help but agree. Past that, Mikemon's tone switched over to a professional one, moving through those paces to make sure that he had a complete grasp of the situation. And yes, his explanation of how a Jogress could function were a bit dry, but they were also medically accurate.
Which, at this point, was the most important thing to Mikemon. First, the doctor addressed Cion's 'condition', mulling it over in a somewhat dry tone. "That should be fine - the only place in the Digital World where a D-Reaper infection at your level can worsen is in the Dark Area. We'll run some... well, not to get into the medical jargon too much, 'allergy tests' on Syre to make sure that there's not an adverse reaction. No reason there should be, though: Syre's been exposed to the stuff once or twice on her jobs."
"Oh, yeah... shoot, that was a while ago, wasn't it?" She and Amelie had rescued a trapped spirit totem from a small D-Reaper nest in the Dark Area. "Come to think of it, that is when I got my ring in the first place? Maybe it was also - "
"No, I scanned it to make sure that it wasn't back then." That aside, it was time to move onto the matter at hand: "Can I see the ring?"
"Um, sure." She'd hand it off, and Mikemon would carefully take the ring in hand, set it on a desk in front of him, and draw his red crystal into his left hand, eyes focusing deep into the ring's data structure. A few seconds later, his right hand would find a pencil, and begin sketching just what he saw. If Cion peered over, she'd see the starts of the sketch: a large circle representing a data core, arrows notating its spin, and occasional notes in Mikemon's chicken scratch, noting anything special about the ring's structure.
Occasionally, he'd glance away and look at comparable notes - scans of rings worn by Gatomon and even other BlackGatomon. And after a few minutes of intense focus...
"... Well, its certainly not a normal ring."
The doctor, holding the ring in his left hand, turned towards Cion and Syre. In his right, he let a faint green healing aura surround it, and brought his hand close to the ring. He merely touched his nail to it - and that green aura turned a foul purple, sparking, Mikemon pulling his hand back with a wince.
"Dad?"
"Just testing my theory, its fine, Syre." He shook out that paw, and gave a nod: "This ring is honestly more to my data - no, no, Greed's data, than yours. Its primary function is to generate an aura that reverses the effect of healing techniques - a Demon Lord's skill, though maybe not a current one."
He'd fold the ring in his hand, and would look to Cion: "Which, if left unmitigated, might be nothing but poison to the Digital World's most skilled battle medic, wouldn't it?"
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Post by Cion on Oct 9, 2021 17:42:29 GMT
Was there a chance for the entropic code she had assimilated to still harrow them in some capacity? Of course - assuming absolute control and foolproofness was, ironically so, foolishly unheeding. Years were only a relative quantity, even in regards to attunement, and from Cion's point of view a minuscule time frame. If Mikemon believed that there was the possibility of an adverse reaction to it, then she was more than happy to undergo any and all required precautions. The last thing she sought was to have their union associated with pain. No... she wanted Syre to fully comprehend the bliss that she truly meant to her.
Nodding approvingly, the silver fennec remained quiet yet focused as she watched the initial examinations of the sacrilegious artifact. It appeared the red crystal that was utilized had the ability to manifest information through touch or thought, which was undoubtedly useful. And though erudite and experienced, she did not have the ken to understand the details of the doctor's chronicles. Vague ideas for sure, but no specifics. Ultimately however, that was of no importance. What was on the other hand was the idiosyncrasy of the ring to nullify, if not invert, 'life force'. Hopefully, this would not prevent her from healing her dearly beloved in times of need.
Not knowing what to say or do, except frowning briefly upon the mention of the wretched lords, it almost came to a surprise to her that her prospective 'father-in-law' addressed her. Their knowledge on these matters was likely vastly greater than hers, so what could the vulpine lady possibly add? Apparently nothing, although the compliment left her chuckling nervously. Was she the best? Probably not, but she figured that her dedication was unquestionable.
"I won't argue this, for now." She stated, her laughter and faint smile fading as quickly as they had emerged. Softly shaking her head with a barely audible groan, she quietly cleared her throat before leaning forward, paws held on her lap as her gaze turned ardent. "But this is not about me, but Syre - or us, I suppose. Thus... what do we have to do, and to what extent will we be able to inhibit this trinket's negative effects?" She inquired, wondering if her most favorite medic already had hypotheses at his disposal. If anyone, then certainly him.
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Post by Syre the BlackGatomon on Oct 13, 2021 14:06:06 GMT
"So the anti-healing part of my abilities comes from the ring itself..."
In hindsight, it seemed obvious, but sometimes it took an outside perspective to confirm these sorts of things. Of course, Syre had trained and used these abilities before, but she always thought it was a part of her own data. "But if its that potent, wouldn't that make it dangerous to wear?"
"Mm? I've healed you before while you've had it on, Syre." That part, Mikemon was not concerned about. "As for why your ring is like this? On average, Knight data and Demon data are largely incompatible, so offspring between the two will need to somehow compensate. Meicoomon, given their unique data structure, don't really follow that rule. But you?"
Mikemon pointed to Syre: "The main body got the Knight data, and the Demon data was subjugated to the ring."
With that, the feline would take the ring, and hand it back to Syre - the BlackGatomon staring blankly, for a moment, down at her palm.
"Um... so how does that answer our question?"
"... Right, right." Blinking, Mikemon rubbed his sinus, and turned towards the two of them. "In short, there's nothing wrong with how the ring is functioning. Syre's data structure 'decided' that isolating the two sources was the best way to stabilize her frame, and considering how she's able to press up to Gallantmon, it works. Syre's form is stable as-is, and no attempts should be made for Syre to load or try to incorporate the ring into her main body. The tricky thing, however, is how the ring might interact with a fusion. A 'jogress' involves the temporary overlap of two persons' cores. What's currently unknown to me, is if the ring will stay separate, or if it will force its way inward as a natural part of the fusion. Without the ring, however, Syre's form wouldn't be powerful enough to sustain a meaningful form."
It was a tricky issue. The feline bit the inside of his cheek:
"... Mm... the best way would be... probably for Cion to adapt to the ring's presence." The doctor thought it through. "Well, actually, there's two options. If Cion could learn how to compartmentalize a portion of her data for an extended period of time, that experience would transfer over to the Jogress, allowing the ring to stay alienated. Alternatively, she could keep the ring in close proximity to herself for an extended period of time, to try and 'train' her data to not intermingle with the ring's effects. The latter method is probably faster, though the former might prove useful to Cion herself."
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Post by Cion on Oct 13, 2021 19:17:15 GMT
Uh huh... the puzzle pieces were finally starting to conjoin together and form a cohesive image. They had speculated before that the ring was of demonic origin, but the idea of it still being a facet manifested from Syre's own essence had eluded them. However, in hindsight, it made perfect sense and was rather obvious. After all, the onyx felidae was an atypical chimera of light and darkness. Unlike her sister, these aspects of her were not truly intertwined, but more of a concomitant duality. Nevertheless, that something which was virtually herself could impose such unease, if not pain, was cause for concern.
Admittedly though, the good doctor's explications put Cion's soul to rest. If nothing else, the both of them had the fortune of this artifact not opposing them like a parasite would. Dissimilar to D-Reaper code for example, it was not entropic in nature. Thus they had the ability to work around this handicap with great care, patience and consideration. Nonetheless, the duo was not aware of a method to unite unhamperedly. Even Mikemon was not certain of the consequences if they performed the rite prematurely. This dilemma certainly was vexing, but where there was a destination there was a path as they said.
In fact, the versed tomcat proposed two approaches, which involved the silver fennec to a far greater extent than previously anticipated. It was her who apparently had to adapt, not her dearly beloved. This was honestly a surprise, but naturally it was a trial she was immediately willing to undergo. Listening carefully to his every word, her mind already began formulating a plan containing multilayered chain of events. Any and all details were considered by her, even if she was not in imminent danger. In the end, she had done neither option prior to... wait - no, that was not true.
Almost giving a jerk as her gaze widened, her aureate eyes visibly shifted between the engagement rings and the short, green scarf that perpetually lingered around her neck. The former contained embodiments of her emotions towards her spouse, while the latter... held ancient memories that were not hers, but... his. A thoughtful frown emerged on her muzzle as she kept silent. It was an expression that she was incapable of hiding, and one that Syre had seen through many times. Cion was remembering the past - to be specific the actuality of Owen still carrying her counterpart as a red scarf... which had failed its function.
Briefly biting her lower lip, an inaudible sigh escaped her lips as she gently shook her head. "Why not utilize both options?" She asked, well-nigh rhetorically, as a gleam of determination and fervor returned to her shaken poise. "I'd gladly attune to this 'dark' facet, and I have successfully applied permanent compartmentalization before for... a similar purpose. Granted, that was literal aeons ago, but that shall not stop me. Although I might require assistance - and guidance. Wouldn't want to pick the wrong data and put it in an insufficient shape."
She was absolutely honest in her declarations, yet there was spark of reservation in them. Her darling was at this point likely aware that the vulpine lady did not enjoy contemplating her bygone relationship. It were naturally not solely the pangs of secession, but a sentiment of unfairness that she beheld the candid feline with. The last thing she wanted was for them to consider their bond not special, not unique. But... shoot, there she was overthinking again. Why could she not stop thinking already?
Was that why she sought to act and strain herself as much as possible - as unquestionable proof? "Yeah... I'd like that, if it's feasible."
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Post by Syre the BlackGatomon on Oct 16, 2021 19:30:11 GMT
"That's... a lot to ask of Cion for my own ring, dad." Syre tilted her head at Mikemon's explanation, the doctor returning a small shrug. "I mean, it would be convenient if I could re-write medical knowledge to my benefit, but if you two want to fuse, that's how the chips fall. Besides, I trust you'd support her through either process."
Well, that much was true! Syre returned a small smile and a nod, Mikemon's ear flicking at Cion's answer. Syre looked on as Cion fiddled with that scarf - a momento from a past life. Physically, it served the same purpose as the ring on a much smaller scale - though its potency on Cion might have been even greater.
"Cion..." Syre sighed, as Mikemon considered Cion's answer. "Mm... of course, I'd be willing to offer what advice I can." The doctor reached over to his desk, once more plucking up the ruby crystal. "For example, this is something I curated out of my own data - a specialized tool that can help me see through layers of data and code. The process is a little different, though: I started from a sufficiently-sized gem, and used my data to enchant the object."
"What we could do is, for example, focus more of your data into that scarf. I can tell that you already seem familiar with it. Though..." Mikemon's eyes flicked over to Syre, sighing as he looked back to Cion, "... I suppose I shouldn't intrude too much on that, if I'm reading the room right."
"It's... up to Cion, really."
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Post by Cion on Oct 17, 2021 12:28:00 GMT
Was it a lot to ask though? At this point, Cion was not sure. With everything she had endured over the ages, practically all lost to time and forgotten by history, this was more of a personal endeavor than an universal one. But perhaps that was precisely the reason why it could be of infinitely greater difficulty. However, unlike her previous accomplishments, the outcome was something tangible, and hopefully lasting. She did not wish to relinquish her self as most of her peers did, nor would she allow Syre to lose which kindled her spirit. For this, they had to embrace and comprehend each other - fully and utterly.
If the doctor declared that there was no different way, then the silver fennec accepted that. Furthermore, she had no doubt that the onyx felidae would be by her side, no matter how long and arduous the processes would be. Attuning to her dearly beloved's darkness, while discarding her own... the notion was almost poetic, if not fantastical. Yet the result they desired was many times that, even if their caregiver had rationalized it somewhat. Their future union was maybe just a sole facet among uncountable, but it was of equally high value.
Listening to the explications given, the mental image of the vulpine lady became clearer with every passing moment. She had not expected the crystalline device to originate from a living being, but the digital realm was remarkable in that regard. Expectations were, quite often so, blown wide open. Besides, her green scarf barely differed from this, although it was not of her making, but... Owen's.
It was a wayfinder of sorts that contained fragments of memories and emotions. It and its red counterpart had failed their intended purpose in this life, and she did not want to repair either and the severed bond - not anymore. It was possible that carrying it was which made her so contemplative, for better or worse, but she had no intention of casting it away. All of this, the good and bad, was which defined her. Aside from that, she would be a phenomenal hypocrite by refusing to internalize the past and its lessons.
This did not mean that less... ... involuntary focus would not be appreciated. Returning the thoughtful gaze that Mikemon blessed Cion with, she nodded firmly. The mien was a mix of trepidation and ardent determination. She had emerged victoriously though countless challenges, but this was likely among her greatest. Yet it was clear that there was no hesitation in her poise and soul. She wanted this, potentially above everything else. "If you recommend it, then gladly. When can we start? And should I attune with the ring simultaneously, or consecutively?"
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Post by Syre the BlackGatomon on Oct 18, 2021 14:36:57 GMT
Indeed, this wasn't going to be easy. Even Syre, who had Demon Lord data in her blood, had difficulty attuning herself to the ring - and Cion had no such advantage. Yet Cion was willing to jump into both challenges at once, and the doctor returned a nod to the fennec's eagerness.
"Syre, how's your schedule look in the short term? Anything big happening with the mission guild?"
"After everything with Orion, they put me on the sideline for a bit. It should be a couple of months before I'm allowed to take any high-level assignments, and Iko's got me on rest as well." This was to be expected, of course - spending such a long time in her Gallantmon form, and fighting so fiercely, did take a decent toll on her frame!
"Then I say no time like the present!" Mikemon gave a smile towards Cion. "I'd like to say 'simultaneously', but that's a matter of how your data reacts to the ring in the first place. Its probably best to wait a day or two and see if your attunement would throw off any efforts at enchanting. Syre, go ahead and lend her the ring."
"... Alright." With the ring still in her hands, Syre would lean towards Cion, and offer her the ring. This might have been the first time that the fox had been in consistent contact with it, and should she take it into her hands, she might find the ring cold to the touch. Not 'ice cold', not 'frigid', but as if it was devoid of heat, and sought to draw it right out of the fox herself.
Mikemon kept a careful eye on Cion, seeing if there was an immediate adverse reaction. "I don't expect it to feel 'good', but please let us know if the sensation feels... 'extreme', I guess."
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Post by Cion on Oct 18, 2021 16:11:44 GMT
Good... levity was returning to the situation at hand, which served to ease Cion's agitated soul as well. In the end, though caution was of course advised, there was no point in pondering on potential arduousness that would befall her. It was self-evident that this was practically inevitable. Advantages or not, her spirit and mind had set her path, and her frame would abide by it unyieldingly. Besides, after the grand triumph over their previous adversary, she felt confidence and vigor permeate her core. Furthermore, unlike her spouse who was still very much in the early phases of attuning to her ascension, she was well-nigh as fit as a fiddle.
The silver fennec was ready to get this personal undertaking started, and it appeared that her partner and their caregiver agreed approvingly to this sentiment. Reciprocating the delighted smiles with a softly confident one her own, she let her aureate eyes sway towards her comely beloved and the artifact at her disposal. It was recommended to first attune to it before continuing with the compartmentalization, thus they did exactly that. Admittedly, she did not do a lot initially, but she stayed perfectly calm as to not disrupt the simple procedure.
As the ring was placed into her open hands, the vulpine lady immediately perceived the nip it imposed. It reminded her of the sensation of cold water on a summer day. The initial seconds were close to unbearable, but eventually the body attuned to the change in temperature. Her reaction was accordingly - a toothy frown with raised eyebrows, keyed up sinews and straightened fur that soon faded gradually.
Taking in a deep breath, maintaining her gaze on Syre as her focus, she contemplated Mikemon's question moment and then shook her head firmly. "Not extreme. Just... like wintered steel." She explained concisely, certain that her feline companions comprehended the mental image she attempted to convey. Blinking and exhaling to stabilize her temper, she nodded eventually. "How do I proceed?"
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Post by Syre the BlackGatomon on Oct 19, 2021 19:37:35 GMT
"Interesting. Wintered steel?"
Such an apt description! The doctor was curious, looking back towards Syre. "Are you still able to conjure ice?"
"Um... yeah, I've done it with the ring off, before." The BlackGatomon nodded, and just as an example, raised her left palm, chilled vapor condensing against her paw. "It should have nothing to do with the ring, I got my fire-and-ice skills from mom. So why would the ring be cold for Cion? Its not cold when I wear it..."
"Hm... if I had to guess, the ring is conductive to data." The doctor mulled it over, carefully monitoring Cion's expression, and the feeling of the ring around her hand. As he did so, Cion would not find that the ring had warmed up in her hand. Rather, it was like holding onto a piece of un-melting ice, frustratingly staying at the same temperature and paradoxically seeming to burn Cion's hand.
"At this point," Mikemon moved to answer Cion's question, "You should wear the ring, and keep it on your person when you aren't doing anything strenuous. It doesn't need to be every waking hour of the day, but long enough that you have a chance to get used to it. And I'm going to be honest, I'm not sure if it will end up feeling better than it is right now."
"..." Hearing that, Syre closed her eyes, and let out a sigh. She hopped off of the exam table, walked right up to Cion, the doctor taking a step back as Syre threw her arms around the fennec's back, burying her head in the Arniomon's shoulder.
"Dad's pretty dry on this sort of stuff, but I haven't seen that look on your face since you accidentally closed a door on your tail. You sure you want to do this?"
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Post by Cion on Oct 19, 2021 20:41:17 GMT
Truth be told, at this point Cion was barely paying attention to the banter between the two charming felines. Her focus was fierce and narrow, and to mention that this was for a good reason was superfluous. The artifact in her paw undoubtedly was - erring, for a lack of a better word that came to mind. Was this object foreign to Syre, or a corporeal manifestation of the blackened ashes her otherwise incandescent soul outshone? It was such an unassuming and tiny item, yet the power it contained was tangible. For a second, it made her wonder what a similar relic of her own origin would be like...
Although in the end, the silver fennec was relieved to realize that the ring's effect seemed to be purely physical in nature, not mental. By no means was the sensation it imposed plesant though. In fact, the absolute contrary was the case. It was akin to the briefest of moments before comprehending that the cooktop was scorchingly hot and removing one's hand in great pain. However, for her, this instant was perpetual while in contact with this trinket. She was a literal millisecond away from caterwauling and resiling, but her volition was clear.
To create something, there sometimes was a need to break something else first.
Besides, if this impact on her did not change with time, then perhaps attuning to it was feasible after all. She had anticipated worse, such as echoing whispers emerging from crumbling ichor, and maybe the worst was yet to come, but this initial triumph granted her the confidence she sought to proceed. Her frown slowly yielded to a composed smile - self-evidently forced, but nonetheless lasting through occasional sharp breaths. The next few days and weeks were bound to be arduous, but that was a sacrifice she had already chosen to make.
She had to proof her passion to her spouse... and more so to herself that she was deserving of hers.
Briefly shifting her aureate eyes to meet the doctor's, giving him a firm nod of understanding and acceptance of the strenuous trial that awaited her. they soon centered on the onyx felidae. Understandable concerns were tainting the otherwise perfectly beautiful face of her. Of course she was concerned, as a life partner should, but the vulpine lady viewed this in a different light. She was genuinely grateful that the people around her, including her dearly beloved, care for her. Not too long ago, she had almost forgotten what this felt like.
Softly leaning into Syre's gentle embrace, she began to gently caress her sweetheart's cheek with the tip of her snout. Admittedly, she had not expected the deadpan joke that followed, but it served its purpose and made her chuckle with faint glee. "Except for the evening I chose to propose to you, there are few things in my existence I was ever so sure about." She stated honestly, her soft-spokenly dulcet voice hopefully serving to ease any remaining worries.
However, this decision was not hers alone to make. Revealing her fluffily white fox tail, at the transition from hip to it residing her engagement ring, she waited for the BlackGatomon to do the deed. Would she share her burdens with her hon, or did she prefer not to? Either way, Cion would understand and endorse the choice made.
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Post by Syre the BlackGatomon on Oct 24, 2021 20:00:15 GMT
Cion's reaction to the ring, at least in Syre's perspective, was something of an anomaly. The ring didn't feel cold at all to Syre, and Mikemon didn't comment on the ring's temperature, but only on its ability to block healing. What Cion described was a consequence to the fennec herself wearing the ring...
... Would it be consistent to anyone that didn't have demon lord data?
Such thoughts were interesting, but admittedly were pushed back in Syre's head, as she gave that embrace. As Cion gave her response, the feline tightened that hug for a moment, before being offered back her own ring. And the cat had a choice to make: looking at the tail, and the platinum band already upon it, Syre curled her paw around the ring, and gave a nod. She stepped forward, and gave a careful scratch down Cion's back, before gently grasping at the tail, smoothing out the fur as best she could, to allow that ring to slide into place.
The tail, perhaps more sensitive than Cion's paws, would feel that deep chill across it as the metal band slipped down, and 'clinked' against the platinum one below. Set into place, Syre would slowly step back, Dr. Mikemon carefully considering Cion's condition.
"I don't think I need to tell Syre this, but Cion, be mindful of that ring." Mikemon's tone was cautious: "Syre's been clear: when she tried to integrate that ring before, it was as if she had a completely different personality. If something feels too off, or if you don't feel like yourself, do your best to try and center yourself. It might also interfere with your meditative focus: keeping your current form might be a bit of a challenge, after a while."
"Not that we're doing much right now as it is. Well..." Syre gave a smile, "Maybe I can actually get some good meditative practice in, while she's borrowing my ring."
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Post by Cion on Oct 26, 2021 17:09:42 GMT
So... they had made their choice. No matter what personal sacrifice it might require of them, they had decided that their union, true and all-encompassing, was worth it. Perhaps there were risks and unforeseen consequences to their passionate devotedness, but especially Cion did not care for them. Her wish to be completed by her partner, in every conceivable way, overshadowed her trepidation. Furthermore, she was confident that Syre shared this sentiment - fully or partially. If anything, this could be considered their final trial. If they achieved this together, then nothing would be impossible. This was a notion she desired her spouse to carry in her heart forever.
Yet the pangs were nonetheless tangible. Even through fur and pelt, the sting of the sacrilegious artifcat persisted to harrow her. It was difficult to keep a straight face, if not unfeasible, but the painful discomfort was worth it - bared teeth and the occasional sharp breath be damned. She had suffered much worse for longer time spans. No physical chagrin was capable of matching the sorrow-stricken loneliness she had endured, and how it ate away at mind and spirit. She anticipated a similar onset from the forces within the ring, but with something to fight for she felt ready for anything.
After all, she was not alone.
Paying close attention to the doctor's words, the silver fennec internalized them with a firm nod. She had to be mindful, as she would likely have to attune to an altered state of being. Restlessness and inanition were the least of her concerns, but that did not mean that she'd ignore them. "I believe minimizing effort and stress for this period is expedient. No jobs, just light exercise, food that fills less and alike. If I can't maintain my restrained form, then so be it." She calmly explicated her plan, evidently requesting either approval or disapproval.
However, her dearly beloved was correct. After the hassle with Orion, they had allowed themselves a well-deserved vacation. In fact, the timing seemed well-nigh perfect! Gently nudging the onyx felidae's shoulder, the vulpine lady returned the rapt smile. "Never hurts to master oneself. Meditation will surely help with control over your core's pace." She agreed, before looking around and wondering if there was something left unspoken. If not... then her challenge had likely started already.
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Post by Syre the BlackGatomon on Nov 23, 2021 22:27:44 GMT
"You have my number."
The doctor gave a smile, carefully analyzing Cion's condition. A cursory scan of her data showed that, while stressed, the Arniomon wasn't experiencing any severe side-effects. It was entirely possible that she might get through this challenge and adapt to wearing the ring well-enough to prove that she was in tune with Syre's data - but for now, only time could tell. "If anything seems off to either of you, give me a call and I'll be over as soon as I can. I'll let you know if you two need to call this experiment off, alright?"
"Of course, dad." Syre nodded, keeping a smile on her face, carefully dragging a claw across Cion's back. With that, she'd turn to her love's conversation, nodding at her ideas. "Of course! Nothing insane, but I think doing something will help take your mind off of the ring itself. Maybe you'll adapt to it nicely in the background. And if nothing else, its a good excuse to break out the cookbook and try a few new things." Offering a few more ideas, Syre would take out her D-Terminal, and would open a portal right back to their apartment in Termnius - proving that the doctor would only be a step away!
"Heh... not even leaving out the front door, Syre?"
"C'mon, with that blizzard outside, dad? Say hi to Amber and Coal for me!" And with that, Syre would lead on - and with Cion presumably right behind her, the portal would close, leaving the two in their own apartment, halfway across the world. There, Syre gave a flick of her tail. She looked behind, only seeing that one platinum band, and sighed.
"... Its weird to say, but I feel so bare without that. If work suddenly calls, I may need to 'borrow' the ring back off you. Unfortunately, there's hardly anything I can do stuck in 'rookie' like this." Well, 'champion' by technicality, but without the ring to empower her, she was at a bit of a loss!
"Settle on in and relax. I'll handle the cooking for tonight. You want anything in particular? Almost the season for turkey, I think..."
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