Digimon: Waltz of the Damned--The Second Movement:
Lunamon regarded her evenly. ”What do you suggest, then?”
Shai took a quick look around. Hawkmon was attacking the weak point left in the seudo-Kuwagamon's head by Veemon and suggesting to keep the Champion overbalanced, and Kotemon was bashing at its arms. Shai snapped her fingers as an idea formed in her head.
“Attack it from behind,” she told Lunamon. “Confuse it, so it won't know where to strike next.”
Lunamon nodded and circled Rikuwagamon. Suddenly, the hair growing out of her forehead glowed. ”Tear Shot!” she shouted as a large ball of freezing water appeared above her head and shot itself at the Rikuwagamon's back.
edited 5th Oct '12 6:28:39 PM by RhymeBeat
The two had been chatting for almost an hour straight when they arrived. It was mostly Ayako doing the talking, with Renamon asking questions about this and that in-between. Ayako couldn't believe the sophistication of the Artificial Intelligence, and she had completely stopped being surprised by how lifelike her Partner seemed. It was like she was really talking with a real living person, and Ayako couldn't stop herself from thinking that the developers had probably hired some kind of voice actor to provide all of the dialogue in real-time. However...she didn't want to think about it like a game any more. This was so far from a traditional game experience. It was a dream about going to the Digital World come true and she would treat this all as if it was real! So voice-actress or game-construct or no...she was going to enjoy this time with her Partner to the full. With that in mind, Ayako grinned as the derelict mansion came into view. "All right! Let's go clear out this infestation!"
edited 11th Oct '12 10:40:14 AM by Bindlestick
edited 12th Oct '12 7:11:49 AM by Anura
" Aaaare we dere yet?" "No." " Why not?" "It's a long way in a big damn jungle, remember?" "So move fastaaaaah!" "No. I don't want heat-stroke." " Daaaaaa OOOOOHH! Now yer jus' makin' excuses! Bleeuuuhhh!" — Alistair was fairly sure that when he got out of this game, he was going to throttle Weiss. At the least, he would give an earful to whomever was sadistic enough to give what felt like an incredibly realistic simulation of a steaming tropical jungle and its climate. Sweat streamed in rivulets down his face and neck, while he took deep breaths through his nose. He would have taken off his over shirt and stuffed it somewhere, but something refused to let him. A furry, short-tempered, chatty, and very warm something lying flopped onto his shoulder, red tongue lolling from its mouth and wing-ears twitching. For such an animated creature, it certainly seemed lazy. — " WHEN are we gonna get dere, Slowmon?!" "When we get there. Call whine-one-one, why don't you? Or better yet, FLY." " Grrrr..." — The Digimon smacked his partner's head with a wing-ear, knocking the fedora askew. Alistair's teeth clenched. One more thing. Just try one more thing, you little... And then, as if like a lovely if mouldering dream materialising, he saw the chateau in the distance. The climate had changed with their exit from the jungle, hot still but mercifully dry, and Alistair could swear that a cool breeze had whipped up. A slow smile worked its way up on his face to a grin. He adjusted his fedora to a jaunty angle. — "Well ain't that purdeh. Haaahh!" — He punched out with his left arm, nearly unseating the suddenly alert Tsukaimon, whose wing-ears began beating in excitement, fangs bared in a malicious expression. — "Told ya we'd get dere! Time we gots us a piece-a-da action! Nyehhhh-heh-heh-heh-heh!" "Yeah, let's clean them out! CHAAAARR-wait." — He was half-way through lunging forwards when he noticed the state two of his fellow players were in. Tsukaimon leapt off Alistair's shoulder speeding onward for a few meters, before he noticed that his Tamer wasn't following. The Digimon proceeded to puff himself up in impatient annoyance. — "Hey, Joel, Olivia, you two alright? You look like yoah about to keel over."
edited 14th Oct '12 2:09:42 PM by Colonial1.1
Knights… This time, Kotemon’s attack met with more success; the reptilian kendo practitioner’s electrified fists struck the arm that Rikuwagamon was using to cover its head wound at the wrist, and the colossal Champion let out a shrill screech of surprise as its limb spasmed from the blow, leaving the wound exposed for a brief instant. At the same time, Lunamon’s Tear Shot attack struck it in the back; apart from getting the beetle’s thick and heavily-armoured wing cases wet, however, the ball of water did no visible damage. Still, this two-pronged attack made for an excellent distraction; jolted by the Thunder Kote technique and staggered—if only briefly—by Lunamon’s own contribution, Rikuwagamon failed to see Veemon coming until it was too late. The blue reptile slammed headfirst into the gargantuan bug’s jaw, knocking its head back and causing it to grunt in pain; a cracking sound came from the beast’s maw a moment later, and a few of its dagger-like teeth promptly fell out. He did not manage to knock the monstrous insect over, but the impact had clearly winded Rikuwagamon for the beast was forced to use its other three arms to prop itself up, leaving the soft underbelly exposed as it tried to throw off its daze. Then Labramon let out its Retri Bark, and the monstrous antlion howled in agony as the supersonic waves played havoc on whatever organs allowed it to hear. It clutched at the sides of its head with its two upper hands, as if trying to block out the doglike Rookie’s awful cacophony, and Hawkmon promptly took advantage of Rikuwagamon’s distraction. “Feather Strike!” he called out once more, hurling that pinion towards the monster for a second time; again it spun through the air, whirling and whining like a red-and-yellow buzz saw, and again it buzzed harshly as it struck the wound in Rikuwagamon’s head. “Keep at it, my comrades!” the avian Rookie called as he caught the feather. “We are wearing the foe down.” He didn’t have long to celebrate, however, for at that moment Rikuwagamon retaliated. The giant beetle closed its mouth, gurgling softly as its thorax suddenly swelled up like a balloon for a split-second; then those jaws opened impossibly wide, and the dusky brown insect vomited up a fizzing ball of noxious green phlegm. It flew through the air on an arc like some sort of very disgusting grenade and exploded as it hit the ground, covering Labramon, Veemon and Hawkmon with a stinging, burning gunge that quickly began to harden and solidify like organic cement; in seconds they would be completely immobilized. Some of the splatter flew towards the human players hidden within the cloud as well, and Silas was forced to throw an arm up in front of his face to protect himself from Rikuwagamon’s bile. The young man hissed as the filthy green sludge struck his hand and sleeve, his fingers clenching in pain; son of a bitch, but that burned! He tried to shake his arm, to get the disgusting crud off of him, but it clung tightly to his flesh and clothing like glue; in seconds it had solidified, trapping his arm in that position. “Well, this is just great,” the curly-haired Canadian growled.
She noticed the gunge coming her way and did the first thing that came to her mind, which was springing away. She rolled when she hit the ground.
Meanwhile, Lunamon saw her chance when Rikuwagamon tilted itself. She launched herself at it, covering her claws with darkness. "Lunar Claw!"
edited 28th Oct '12 10:48:38 PM by Colonial1.1
edited 4th Nov '12 5:50:34 PM by luckybreak91
Lords… As Tsukaimon took to the air and began to fly over the maze, he would suddenly find himself colliding with an unseen force; a shimmering screen of energy, like some sort of force field, flickered into existence before him for a brief instant, and while it faded away before he could have a good look at it this barrier seemed to encompass the entirety of the mansion and its surrounding grounds. Then a voice would ghost through the purple Rookie’s ears, one whose cultured tones and suave base bespoke something ancient and powerful. ”Ira.” And just like that the barrier seemed to vanish, allowing him through. Once he reached the manor proper, Tsukaimon would find that most of the windows were boarded up too thoroughly to see through, and many of those that weren’t had thick, heavy drapes drawn which made it all but impossible to get a look at the mansion’s interior. What few windows didn’t fit these criteria offered little more than glimpses of drawing rooms, studies and other chambers that you would expect to find in such a place; most of these contained furniture hidden under filthy white sheets, and a thick layer of dust coated the walls and floors. Back with the others, Olivia wearily picked up Syakomon and followed her fellow players as they approached the maze. Oh, wouldn’t this be fun; after an exhausting hour-long slog through the jungle, now they’d have to spend God alone knows how long trying to find their way through this damned labyrinth before they could even get to the front door. And given how big the manor looked, it was all but certain that they would have to spend even more time traipsing up and down its musty halls in order to hunt down all those—what were they again? Gazimon—so that they could complete the quest. And of course, she was the only one here forced to carry her partner all the way; everyone else’s Digimon could walk or fly in some way, was it really too much to ask that Syakomon be able to hop or something? “I am really starting to hate this game,” she muttered under her breath. No sooner had she said this than they had reached the entrance to the hedge maze—and no sooner had they reached the entrance than the nearest stretch of hedge suddenly sank into the ground with a whoosh. Then the stretch of hedge beyond that did the same, and the one after that, and so on, until a perfectly straight, fifteen-foot wide corridor which ran from the entrance all the way to the bridge which spanned the moat separating the manor from the rest of the surrounding landscape. Olivia blinked in surprise. Half a dozen Gazimon were scattered along this long path, looking just as confused as she was; obviously they had been stationed throughout the maze, waiting to ambush unsuspecting travellers at key points. Equally obvious was the fact that they had not expected the walls which made up the maze to just vanish like that. The nearest Gazimon glanced towards the group then, and its ears drooped. ”Aw, shoot.”
edited 12th Nov '12 9:47:23 AM by SullenFrog