Yamato Ishida (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
angry_friendship_wolf) wrote2018-03-02 03:00 am
angry_friendship_wolf) wrote2018-03-02 03:00 am
[01 OOM] Vampire vs Artillery Walrus, Cactus Boxer, and Large Bird Friend
They’re woken that night by a scream.
As Yamato snaps awake, he sees PicoDevimon hovering at the edge of the campfire’s light, with Sora directly across from him and, slumped between them, Piyomon, with some kind of syringe embedded in her back.
Takeru yells something, and PicoDevimon vanishes back into the darkness, as Sora pulls Piyomon into her arms.
“Piyomon! Hang in there!”
Jyou reaches over, delicately pulling the syringe free, pulling a cloth from his bag to squirt a little of the liquid into. He sniffs it tentatively, then recoils, wrinkling his nose.
“It’sh, er …” He slurs, then blinks himself awake a little more. “It’s some kind of strong sedative, I think.”
“It’s probably PicoDevimon’s main form of attack,” Koushiro adds. “If it’d hit Sora, she’d have been dead within minutes.”
“Guys,” Mimi says, pulling her hat on and pointing at the sky. “What’s happening to the Moon?”
Yamato hadn’t noticed before, but he turns towards the Moon now, looming far larger than usual above them, as its light shifts from silver to red, the entire thing re-texturing itself to the colour of blood, pixel by pixel.
Then comes the low roar, and some demonic thing bursts over the horizon, pulling behind it a flying carriage. As the carriage swings over them, the back doors open, and a gold and black coffin comes tumbling out. It bursts into three pieces in mid-air, and the occupant floats down to the ground.
Most of his body is covered in a high-collared cloak, wrapped tightly around himself, but his face is visible -- he’s the most human-looking Digimon they’ve seen so far, blond-haired with chalk white skin, purple lips, and features like a Greek statue, and a red mask sitting over blue eyes.
“Chosen Children,” the Digimon says, softly.
“Koushiro?” Taichi asks, glancing to one side.
“On it,” Koushiro says, opening his laptop. There’s a moment while the Analyser works, before a display appears.
“Vamdemon,” the Analyser says. “Perfect-Level Virus-type Undead Digimon. An extremely brutal and cunning Undead Digimon, who sustains himself by draining the data of other Digimon through his fangs, and converts the excess data in his own familiars. While inordinately powerful for his level, he cannot function in direct sunlight.”
“Lord Vamdemon,” PicoDevimon protests, fluttering about the new arrival’s shoulders. “This here guy rules the whole of the Great Lake Area!”
“Your journey ends here, children,” Vamdemon murmurs, and flings open his cloak, releasing a horde of dark, fluttering shapes. Bats, Yamato realises after a split second, flying towards them in a churning cloud.
Gabumon, Agumon, and Patamon surge forward, picking off the bats with blasts of energy, as Motimon evolves to Tentomon and joins them. It isn’t long before they start to be overwhelmed.
“Leave it to me!” Palmon calls, sprinting in front of them. “Palmon, evolution! Togemon.”
Togemon spins like a top, spraying needles in every direction, and the bats drop to the ground.
Gomamon apparently sees an opportunity, leaping towards Vamdemon through the falling bats.
“Gomamon, evolution! Ikkakumon.”
Ikkakumon’s bulky body drops onto the ground, as he fires off four torpedoes, letting them curve about before homing in on Vamdemon.
With a low chuckle, Vamdemon holds up a hand, and the torpedoes stop in mid-air, hanging there for a moment before exploding.
He curls his hands into fists, and with a low hum, streams of crackling red energy burst out of them, sweeping about in wide arcs. The first catches Ikkakumon across the chest, physically propelling him across the ground before crashing into Tentomon and Patamon as well; the second sweeps across Togemon, Gabumon, and Agumon, sending them flying.
With a flicker of light, Ikkakumon and Togemon shrink back down into Gomamon and Palmon, sprawled out across the grass.
“I have to go,” Piyomon slurs, squirming in Sora’s arms. “I’m the only one left.”
“You can’t!” Sora protests. “How are you meant to fight him with your wound?!”
“Please understand, Sora,” Piyomon says, squirming more forcefully now, trying to strain free. “I have to go!”
“You can’t!”
“Let go!”
“No! You can’t go!”
“Why can’t you understand?!”
Sora’s eyes snap open at that, her arms going just a little limp, enough for Piyomon to squirm free and flutter up and away from her.
“Piyomon, evolution! Birdramon.”
Birdramon swoops up, circling about and releasing a storm of flames from her wings. With an irritated noise, Vamdemon sweeps them aside with his cape, then flings out a hand, releasing a stream of red lightning that hits her dead in the chest.
Sora cries out, sprinting forward into danger before any of them can stop her, as Vamdemon turns his attention towards her.
Yamato sees her Crest flicker momentarily, before it explodes with light, drowning the entire forest in red, giving them a split second to brace themselves before a blast wave of turbulent winds hit them.
“Birdramon, super evolution!” As the light starts to fade, Birdramon’s glowing shape coalesces into something huge, with the head and legs of a bird, a muscular torso, and vast wings. “Garudamon.”
The light from Sora’s Crest dims as Garudamon floats downwards, only to be replaced by a bright, shifting light in gold and orange, its rays directed squarely at Vamdemon. He raises his arm in front of his face, shifting backwards with a snarl.
“Of course,” Vamdemon says. “Of course the Crest of Love would activate right when my victory is at hand.”
Garudamon doesn’t say anything, instead spreading her wings wide as the light around her turns to flame, billowing up and taking the shape of a swooping bird. Vamdemon throws out his hands, summoning a swarm of bats to take the hit for him, and the two collide in a flash of reddish light.
“Come,” Garudamon says, scooping Sora up in one hand, then swerving about to scoop up the rest of the group and soar towards the mountains. “Let’s escape while we still can.”
Vamdemon snarls, moving to pursue before stopping short, as the sun starts to peek over the horizon.
As they turn towards the mountains, Yamato hears Vamdemon throwing one last remark their way.
“Chosen Children,” he calls, “know that only the seven of you can do nothing to thwart me. Relish your escape.”
As Yamato snaps awake, he sees PicoDevimon hovering at the edge of the campfire’s light, with Sora directly across from him and, slumped between them, Piyomon, with some kind of syringe embedded in her back.
Takeru yells something, and PicoDevimon vanishes back into the darkness, as Sora pulls Piyomon into her arms.
“Piyomon! Hang in there!”
Jyou reaches over, delicately pulling the syringe free, pulling a cloth from his bag to squirt a little of the liquid into. He sniffs it tentatively, then recoils, wrinkling his nose.
“It’sh, er …” He slurs, then blinks himself awake a little more. “It’s some kind of strong sedative, I think.”
“It’s probably PicoDevimon’s main form of attack,” Koushiro adds. “If it’d hit Sora, she’d have been dead within minutes.”
“Guys,” Mimi says, pulling her hat on and pointing at the sky. “What’s happening to the Moon?”
Yamato hadn’t noticed before, but he turns towards the Moon now, looming far larger than usual above them, as its light shifts from silver to red, the entire thing re-texturing itself to the colour of blood, pixel by pixel.
Then comes the low roar, and some demonic thing bursts over the horizon, pulling behind it a flying carriage. As the carriage swings over them, the back doors open, and a gold and black coffin comes tumbling out. It bursts into three pieces in mid-air, and the occupant floats down to the ground.
Most of his body is covered in a high-collared cloak, wrapped tightly around himself, but his face is visible -- he’s the most human-looking Digimon they’ve seen so far, blond-haired with chalk white skin, purple lips, and features like a Greek statue, and a red mask sitting over blue eyes.
“Chosen Children,” the Digimon says, softly.
“Koushiro?” Taichi asks, glancing to one side.
“On it,” Koushiro says, opening his laptop. There’s a moment while the Analyser works, before a display appears.
“Vamdemon,” the Analyser says. “Perfect-Level Virus-type Undead Digimon. An extremely brutal and cunning Undead Digimon, who sustains himself by draining the data of other Digimon through his fangs, and converts the excess data in his own familiars. While inordinately powerful for his level, he cannot function in direct sunlight.”
“Lord Vamdemon,” PicoDevimon protests, fluttering about the new arrival’s shoulders. “This here guy rules the whole of the Great Lake Area!”
“Your journey ends here, children,” Vamdemon murmurs, and flings open his cloak, releasing a horde of dark, fluttering shapes. Bats, Yamato realises after a split second, flying towards them in a churning cloud.
Gabumon, Agumon, and Patamon surge forward, picking off the bats with blasts of energy, as Motimon evolves to Tentomon and joins them. It isn’t long before they start to be overwhelmed.
“Leave it to me!” Palmon calls, sprinting in front of them. “Palmon, evolution! Togemon.”
Togemon spins like a top, spraying needles in every direction, and the bats drop to the ground.
Gomamon apparently sees an opportunity, leaping towards Vamdemon through the falling bats.
“Gomamon, evolution! Ikkakumon.”
Ikkakumon’s bulky body drops onto the ground, as he fires off four torpedoes, letting them curve about before homing in on Vamdemon.
With a low chuckle, Vamdemon holds up a hand, and the torpedoes stop in mid-air, hanging there for a moment before exploding.
He curls his hands into fists, and with a low hum, streams of crackling red energy burst out of them, sweeping about in wide arcs. The first catches Ikkakumon across the chest, physically propelling him across the ground before crashing into Tentomon and Patamon as well; the second sweeps across Togemon, Gabumon, and Agumon, sending them flying.
With a flicker of light, Ikkakumon and Togemon shrink back down into Gomamon and Palmon, sprawled out across the grass.
“I have to go,” Piyomon slurs, squirming in Sora’s arms. “I’m the only one left.”
“You can’t!” Sora protests. “How are you meant to fight him with your wound?!”
“Please understand, Sora,” Piyomon says, squirming more forcefully now, trying to strain free. “I have to go!”
“You can’t!”
“Let go!”
“No! You can’t go!”
“Why can’t you understand?!”
Sora’s eyes snap open at that, her arms going just a little limp, enough for Piyomon to squirm free and flutter up and away from her.
“Piyomon, evolution! Birdramon.”
Birdramon swoops up, circling about and releasing a storm of flames from her wings. With an irritated noise, Vamdemon sweeps them aside with his cape, then flings out a hand, releasing a stream of red lightning that hits her dead in the chest.
Sora cries out, sprinting forward into danger before any of them can stop her, as Vamdemon turns his attention towards her.
Yamato sees her Crest flicker momentarily, before it explodes with light, drowning the entire forest in red, giving them a split second to brace themselves before a blast wave of turbulent winds hit them.
“Birdramon, super evolution!” As the light starts to fade, Birdramon’s glowing shape coalesces into something huge, with the head and legs of a bird, a muscular torso, and vast wings. “Garudamon.”
The light from Sora’s Crest dims as Garudamon floats downwards, only to be replaced by a bright, shifting light in gold and orange, its rays directed squarely at Vamdemon. He raises his arm in front of his face, shifting backwards with a snarl.
“Of course,” Vamdemon says. “Of course the Crest of Love would activate right when my victory is at hand.”
Garudamon doesn’t say anything, instead spreading her wings wide as the light around her turns to flame, billowing up and taking the shape of a swooping bird. Vamdemon throws out his hands, summoning a swarm of bats to take the hit for him, and the two collide in a flash of reddish light.
“Come,” Garudamon says, scooping Sora up in one hand, then swerving about to scoop up the rest of the group and soar towards the mountains. “Let’s escape while we still can.”
Vamdemon snarls, moving to pursue before stopping short, as the sun starts to peek over the horizon.
As they turn towards the mountains, Yamato hears Vamdemon throwing one last remark their way.
“Chosen Children,” he calls, “know that only the seven of you can do nothing to thwart me. Relish your escape.”