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Post by Becula on Jan 5, 2008 0:12:40 GMT -5
A dark haired teen sat on the beach, staring at the moonlit ocean as a she casually tossed a rock up and down in her hand, repeating a bored cycle before she began making it levitate above her palm. A few inches first, then a few inches higher until it got too heavy for her, falling right back into her hand. "Ugh, too bad," she said.
A wicked laugh was heard, coming from inside the girl's head as the faint image of Pechemon appeared at her side, unseen by others unless they too had spirits. "Still playing with that pathetic little ability of yours? I can't even call it a power. If you haven't noticed, the sun is down. You can play with real power now."
"I suppose," Claudia said. "But let me have more control. You keep making me do freaky shit."
"Hey, go easy on me, I am a sinful digimon after all. And locked away for so long, I got lonely," the vampiric digimon said.
"You could at least have picked better targets, not random creepy men off the street! Killing is fine, but at least let me call some shots."
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Post by Sora Arrows on Jan 5, 2008 1:00:11 GMT -5
A boy and girl walked along the shoreline, hoods pulled over there faces. The boy stood slightly taller than the other, wild brown hair sticking out from under his hood. The girl was slender, yet held herself with a certain kind of grace.
“So, enjoying the digital world so far?” Sora asked, smirking and poking the girl in the arm. She rubbed her shoulder and rolled her yes, punching the other teen playfully in the arm.
“Let’s see…the minute I get here we’re attacked by a swarm of fuzzy brown things, and then you drag me through a forest only to throw me on an airplane made of toy bricks. How about no?”
“Give it time, Kyra,” Sora said, smiling. “I know you’re not exactly one for the whole fighting thing, but you’ll get used to it.
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Post by Becula on Jan 5, 2008 1:06:36 GMT -5
"Oh look, its that kid from the desert, and some fresh meat," Pechemon said.
Claudia stood, yawning. "Great. And here I was hoping for a challenge. Hmph, although the kid's spirit isn't too pathetic looking. He might have a chance. As for the chick, eh, she's not worth bothering with."
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Post by Sora Arrows on Jan 5, 2008 1:20:56 GMT -5
Sora came to halt, noticing two shadowy figures in the distance. He could feel a prickling at the base of his skull – a warning that Aros usually gave him when something was wrong. He held out his hand and stopped Kyra, putting a finger to his lips.
“Kyra, stay here. Something tells me this might get ugly.” He put a hand to his D-Tector and began to walk forward alone, fractal code simmering around his free hand. “Aros, are you sure about this?”
Aros appeared next to his host, walking alongside him. “It’s Pechemon, Sora. She needs a taste of her own medicine, and who better than us?”
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Post by Becula on Jan 5, 2008 1:31:19 GMT -5
Claudia smirked as she saw the two making their way towards them, faking a yawn. "Alright, Pechemon, let's show them we mean business," she said, as the separate entity disappeared and Claudia transformed into the Warrior of Sin.
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Post by Sora Arrows on Jan 5, 2008 1:34:51 GMT -5
Sora did the same, his body exploding into light before emerging as the Warrior of Chaos, crimson armor shining in the pale moonlight. “So Pechemon, I’ve heard you haven’t been behaving yourself lately,” Aros said, extending a blade and faking a yawn. “Too bad. I had really been expecting better from you.”
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Post by Becula on Jan 5, 2008 1:46:15 GMT -5
"Who the fuck are you to care?" Pechemon asked, her dagger elongating into an elegant but strong sword. "Your business is your own and mine is mine. Now...enough talk. Lust's Embrace!" She called, stretching out her arm, chains of chrome digizoid extending outwards to try and wrap around the other digimon and try and pull him towards her.
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Post by Sora Arrows on Jan 5, 2008 1:50:35 GMT -5
Aros simply sighed leaping into the air and skidding to a halt behind the spirit of corruption. “Unfortunately, it’s my job to keep an eye out on you – make that on all the spirits, save order.” His other blade extended from his arm as flames began to swirl around his body. “And you’ve been a very naughty girl. I guess I’ll go easy on you to start.” With that, he unleashed dozens of fireballs, each one erupting from his extended palm.
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Post by Becula on Jan 5, 2008 1:58:44 GMT -5
"I don't need anyone keeping an eye on me," Pechemon said, summoning her next attack, Mirror Dance of the Proud. Seven Mirrors the appeared around her, facing her, the backs towards Aros. They not only blocked the attacks, but began making copies of Pechemon, and when the mirros disappeared, there were seven Pechemon.
For a moment, Claudia's voice rang out, "You're not my father!" As she spoke, she and the six clones surrounded the other digimon, launching their chains at his limbs and joints then pulling back to try and stretch him apart in different directions.
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Post by Sora Arrows on Jan 5, 2008 8:47:59 GMT -5
Sora swatted at the incoming chains, twisting and spinning elegantly to prevent most of them from latching onto his body. However, two of them managed to latch onto his arms and began to pull on him, sending pain shooting up his arms. “You bore me,” Aros said, hellfire burning in his hands. It shot up along the chains that bound him towards the copies in a fiery blasts, ready to incinerate the two clones.
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Post by Becula on Jan 5, 2008 18:22:03 GMT -5
Both clones gave a hard pull, before letting go and moving out of the way, just as a third came from behind Aros to try and slam her sword into his back, as another came from the front, trying to stab him in the chest.
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Post by Sora Arrows on Jan 6, 2008 10:44:16 GMT -5
Sora twisted his body around, flinging the chain wrapped around one of his hands towards his foe. It wrapped around the blade coming at him from behind as he tugged on it, trying to rip it out of the voles grasp.
“Please, is that all you got?” Aros asked, smirking at the frontal assault the clone was preparing. Snapping his fingers, a ring of black flames shot up around his body, effectively cutting off the attack. “Now it’s my turn.” He leapt out of the flames towards a clone, foot wrapped in flame. “Shadow Drop!” He flung his heel at the things face – if it made contact, a massive explosion would ensure. If it didn’t a shockwave of dark energies would fly out in every direction.
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Post by Becula on Jan 6, 2008 17:06:24 GMT -5
The explosion did occur, destroying the clone and a couple of nearby clones. Pechemon then said, "Not bad, but still not impressive." Suddenly, the snakes on her head began to move and then emit an invisible gas as Pechemon stood near Aros. "Sloth Contagia!" She yelled, though it looked like she wasn't really attacking. The gas would spread out in an unseen cloud, its effect making anyone who breathed become extremely lazy.
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Post by Sora Arrows on Jan 6, 2008 17:11:45 GMT -5
Aros blinked a few times, trying to resist the urge to simply lay down and sleep. Within his mind, Sora was swearing at the top of his lungs and trying to knock some sense into his spirit, only to find his efforts in vain. Damn it Aros, wake up! You’re supposed to be kicking her ass!!
“But I don’t wanna,” Aros replied, yawning. “Jeez, get off my back you stupid human. Can’t you just let me have fun?” He would then shudder slightly as Sora took over; forcing the body to leap a good twenty feet away before the gas took its effect on him.
“My turn,” Sora said, turning around and raising his arms. He stumbled slightly in pain, the Hazard on his body beginning to flash white. Ignoring the pain ,he sent a barrage of fireballs at Pechemon and her clones, roaring.
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