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Post by shadowdokunemon on Jun 21, 2024 22:24:59 GMT
Smoke paced nervously, his gaze fixed on Mandrake as he approached the Guilmon and gently placed his hand upon its forehead. Beside him, the (S)Dokunemon cast a glance towards Circe, noting her discomfort mirrored his own. "Is this something he's done before?" he inquired of the Leomon, who appeared to have a longstanding familiarity with the Wizardmon. The question of rescue hung in the air, heavy with concern. "If he were to encounter trouble, how would we intervene?" Smoke pondered, "And how would we even discern if he needed our help from the outside?"
Smoke was not liking this one bit. He seemed powerless and just didn't know what to do with himself...
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Post by ricochet6-Mandrake on Jun 22, 2024 18:57:10 GMT
While Circe stood near Smoke looking as nervous as the dark colored caterpillar the little one was also quiet as a mouse. When Smoke asked if tapping into someone's mind was something Mandrake had done before Lothar glanced over at Smoke before he answered "Yes Smoke, Mandrake has tapped into the mind of others though this is the first time I've seen him trying to reach what can only be called an evil spirit. As for how we would intervene I'm not sure but fortunately we would be able to tell if he is having issues judging by his facial expressions. Even when using his mental abilities his face has always been easy for me to read even when in one of those trances."
Meanwhile within the recesses of Illu's mind Mandrake was seeing the various visions of the many countless memories and those visions made the crafty wizard feel bad for the Guilmon variant. Even though Mandrake had a rough childhood it was clear Mandrake's traumas were minor by comparison because there was no way that the Wizardmon remotely had it as bad as Illu.
As Mandrake made his way to the end of the corridor and began making his way through the sparse jungle, he soon reached what looked like a throne made of wood not to mention the curious sight of a cage of flame not far from the throne. Then the sapphire eyed magician took notice of the figure sitting in the throne and took notice that despite the figure's vaguely disheveled appearance paired with green eyes and markings similar to Illu except for the figure's scars and curious horns that bent backward. The figure was also about eight feet like Lothar maybe a bit taller than his Leomon husband but seeing as the figure was sitting it was hard for Mandrake to tell for sure.
As the figure questioned Mandrake in an unamused tone Mandrake decided worrying about the unknown being's appearance was not important right now. Also taking note of the figure's hand and that it was rested near a curved blade clearly ready to grab for it, Mandrake then answered "You seem to have been causing misery for Illu. Your turn in life has long passed so it is best you stop bringing Illu suffering."
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Post by IlluGuilmon on Jun 23, 2024 2:25:34 GMT
Illu's face seemed slightly pained. Scrunched and creased with worry and anxiety as the countless mirrors which glimmered with the suns rays reflected countless conflicting emotions and thoughts. So many led back to the thoughts of self worth, and the lack of worth that Illu held. He stood still - did he really want to force his feelings onto people like this? Did his grief lead him down this path to begin with? Of course it did, everything that happened was just the consequences of his own actions. How could he be so stupid?
When did he become such an idiot?
But they wanted to help him. Surely it was fine to ask for their help and cling to their kindness - to devote his next movements to their cause. They wished to help him, which was more than what others had granted him in the past. Illu felt regret and loathing that all reflected back at himself. Each mirror showing a different angle of his wretched and distorted form as light pierced the endless pulsating shadow that coated his form. Writhing in conflict with itself. Why did he bother mlving in the first place? What he wanted was to destroy this curse before it caused more pain, yet he spread it himself.
How could Illu live with himself? Was he just being a hypocrite?
Within the endless jungle that grew within his soul, and as conflicting vines crossed before wilting away - the small caged flame swung back and forth at the tip of AncientIlludramon's tail. His unamused expression tore through Mandrake. Time seemed to freeze for a moment, before amusement filled his snout. A twisted grin, followed by silent laughter which did naut but occupy the silent rustling of foliage. His eyes remained empty and uninterested - his attitude unchanging despite the audible laughter. Grabbing the blade with his right hand, and standing up - his laughter, along with his thin smile seemed to melt away into a cold expression.
He still cared not.
"How quaint. If it took that much to convince me, do you think I'd be here right now? I'd suggest you turn back and go on with your life. Illu's attempt at begging for salvation from others is for naught. He gets to have his life be recorded within my core, and later on - history. He gets to benefit the entirety of our species."
"Why do you care for him anyways? You don't know him like I do - only those with the strength to carry on their wills, and to give them shape are worthy of carrying my data - let alone the title of 'Illu'."
"I full well know that I'll be able to take my creator... Yggdrasil's throne upon Illu finally giving up his pathetic and meaningless life."
The ultra level pointed the tip of his blade - a modified Scimitar - at mandrake.
"Run. Or beg. Either way, I'll have you killed if you do anything else. Am I clear?"
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Post by shadowdokunemon on Jul 12, 2024 23:00:26 GMT
Smoke listened as intently as he could to Lothar, the Leomon, who described the signs to look for if Mandrake was in distress while inside the other Rookie's mind. Smoke didn't notice any distress from the Champion Level Wizardmon or Rookie IlluGuilmon as they both stood motionless. The waiting felt torturous to the larva Digimon as the seconds ticked away, unaware of what was happening inside their minds. Was his new friend okay in there, or would something bad happen while he was powerless to help? He was just a small, seemingly helpless Larval Digimon.
Smoke twitched as he shifted his weight from one side of his body to the other several times. Tilting his head, he looked at Circe and Lothar before directing his attention back to the mind-locked pair. It felt like hours had passed, but the (S)Dokunemon knew it could have only been a couple of minutes since Mandrake entered Illu's mind to help him. Still, Smoke was stressing out with each passing second. He had no idea how long it would take to penetrate the Guilmon variant's mind, search for this entity, and somehow convince it to leave. Then there was the risk of this entity doing something to Mandrake and possibly following the Champion Level Wizard back into his own mind. Smoke just couldn't understand how Lothar was staying so calm as these intrusive thoughts plagued the insectoid Digimon's mind.
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Post by ricochet6-Mandrake on Jul 21, 2024 1:17:08 GMT
Mandrake took in the words AncientIlludramon said and for a moment said nothing in response. Then the cunning champion level wizard narrowed his sapphire-colored eyes for a moment before he responded with "Why do I care for him? Maybe the reason I care for him is because it is within my nature to care for others who seem to be well meaning much like Illu seems to be." Mandrake narrowed his eyes again as he took in the sight of the modified scimitar before his gaze returned to its previous neutral gaze as he then said "You have no reason to attack me for I don't mean harm to Illu or yourself. Still if you show any aggression, I am more than willing to defend myself from you just so you know."
Lothar meanwhile took in the sight of Smoke as the dark colored caterpillar kept his attention on the mind locked duo. It was too quiet and Lothar at his core was getting the vibe that something may not be as calm as it seems judging from the outward appearance of the mind locked duo of Mandrake and Illu. If only Lothar could do more to help his husband other than look after Circe.
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Post by IlluGuilmon on Jul 21, 2024 18:29:32 GMT
Has this peon not heard the words that have echoed from this lizards mouth? What could they hope to grasp from helping Illu, only to abandon him after? His tail swished - his form was meaningless within this space. He looked up quietly. This being was stupid. A completely incurable case of supreme idiocy. He didn't bother opening his mouth as he sifted through the grains of sand within his own mind - thoughts that needed to be organized as they trickled in, surrounding his ankles and leaving his a comfortable bed to rest his laurels upon.
"Are you truly that stupid? Illu's situation is in part due to the stigma and attitude of others." He finally replied. He dismissed the blade, it dispersed into motes of light as he crossed his arms. It really wasn't worth wasting such a perfect blade on a laughably foolish being. "I can respect the desire to help others, for that is why I seek to take the throne of god regardless. I was forced to take this position after attempting to bring back someone whom I held dear to my heart." He admitted. "Illu will die regardless - whether by his own hands, or the hands of others. Should he not fall in the battle which occurs out in the world you reside in, then he'll just end up taking his own life through some other means."
"How do you expect me to leave anyways? I can't die here - this is MY core which Illu has within him. I cannot leave, as that would completely destroy Illu if I let my core fade. Really, all you can do is completely destroy my core after killing Illu, otherwise I'll be fine and some other proxy will take his place should his pitiful life not contain the last of the data I need to reform and go kill Yggy."
As AncientIlludramon spoke - as his actions played out, simultaneously, Illu stood. His eyes still shut as a mirror was summoned beside him, the flat side facing him. His expression remained unmoving and somber - his brows furrowed to express discomfort or pain. One or the other. The unmoving tail that trailed behind him made it difficult to tell, there was no swaying or flicking. Illu's breathing continued its steady pace as his right arm reached into the mirror. It shattered and morphed, pulling his arm back as a blade forged from the mirror appeared. While still deep within slumber, his body rushed at Lothar.
He readied his blade and slashed. His form was sloppy, and his mind was clearly not in control. An upward swing which completely missed, only to twist the blade and bring it down. Illu's eyes remained shut as pain stained his face.
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