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Session 63
Nostalgia
Officer EMT sighed.
They were just about to reach the outskirts of Hunter's End and a feeling of unease seemed to fill him. But at the same time, there seemed to be some traces of nostalgia within it. Sort of like when a graduate reminisces on their memories of high school and realize that just about everything is not like how it's portrayed in the media.
"Is something wrong?" Joey asked and the troll took a deep breath. He gave the shadow scientist a quick glance, only to return it too the large mass of land ahead.
Deathbringer X2!
A trio of scythe heads made their way towards the vehicle, ready to tear it apart.
"Crap." EMT whispered and took another deep breath. It had been a long time since he had heard that attack. Even longer since he had seen the person in question. "Wonderful. Just fucking wonderful!"'
Joey and Issacmon looked at him with a mix of confusion and concern. And for as much as EMT wanted to explain to the duo his frustrations, there wasn't really a good way to explain it.
"Take the wheel." he ordered and headed towards the back, pulling himself up onto the roof. Once up there, he pulled his rocket launcher out.
It had been far too long since he had gone some form of action. While not the opponent he had been hoping for, it would work. "I know you're here, Death!"
Out in the distance, the figure once known by that name possibly perked up. It was kind of hard to tell from here.
"Just shut the fuck up." Death announced, only to have her request fall on deaf ears. "Want to know what? I was really hoping that this wasn't going to come to this! But no! We're having to do this your fucking way!"
EMT fired his weapon off, watching the projectile head towards his opponent. He then pulled some landmines out and flung them out into space. What followed, was a very dangerous game of landmine jumping. It was the sort of thing that took practice, for a single misstep could result in death by falling or getting blown up by your landmine. Neither of which seemed like viable options at the moment.
"Is that really all you have to offer?" Death taunted as EMT's attack finally reached her. She then slammed her scythe into it, knocking the explosive off-course as the opponent reached her. "You've grown weak, old man. Heck, those two nitwits you ferried here were more powerful than you!"
The troll didn't answer, choosing instead to switch to his kukris as he reached the target. Even if they were, it really didn't matter. This was not a fight that somehow revolved around these people.
"So, what changed?" EMT whispered and slammed his blade into Death's scythe. "I expected you to be lounging on a beach, drinking a froo-froo drink in retirement."
The troll got no response, instead getting knocked up into the air by a flurry of scythe attacks.
"Why do you even care? You got to be loved not just once, not just twice, but three fucking times! How many times have I gotten to grace anything? Zero!"
Strangely, the author did not answer. Though, he could be just watching from afar. Not that it really mattered at this point. They had chosen this fate. And now, they would have to live with it. Kind of funny how things work out.
"Seriously?" Joey whispered as he somehow guided the armored vehicle onto Hunter's End. How exactly is beyond me. "That's your motive? Couldn't you have some actual reason for being such an asshole right now?"
Death then laughed, choosing to pull her scythe back.
Deathbringer X2!
Once more, the scythe heads shot forth. This time, they were heading towards Joey and Issacmon.
Dark Pact!
Holy Fog!
A silver mist then engulfed the vehicle, which seemed to be an interesting attempt at repelling the attack. Only for the scythe heads to get stuck in the windscreen.
"It was worth a shot." Issacmon added as the two returned their attention to Officer EMT.
In this case, our resident troll had resorted to an old fashioned sword fight. You know, the kind of fight one would expect to find in Appli Monsters. Only to be replaced by skirmishes that only last a single attack.
"Is your little trivia more interesting than our battle?" Death accused, only for EMT to laugh. "Answer me, dammit!"
Yet, the author didn't answer. You would think she would notice the pattern by now. But I guess not. Maybe if she gave asked an actual question, maybe I would answer. After all, it's quite rude to shout demands in the hope that you would get what you want.
While the author was thinking of anything else to add to his monologue, EMT switched back to his rocket launcher and fired it off. Even at point blank, there wasn't even a scratch upon the 'doll'. Though, if you hit them with enough force, they'll go down.
"You're different now." Death snarled and slammed her scythe into the troll. "You've changed and not for the better."
"Uh… Which one of us are you talking about?" EMT responded and reloaded his weapon.
"Does it fucking matter? Just fucking die already!"" Death shouted as EMT watched on, suddenly deciding to just sit down and enjoy the pudding cup. Which, was somehow the same pudding cup that he had offered Chacha about a year ago. Which had previously been swallowed whole and almost stolen back by said girl.
Supposedly, the damn thing would reveal the plot of the story you were in. Why exactly anyone would think that is beyond me. But I digress.
EMT then pulled the lid off, licking the possibly stale contents off. Afterwards, he pulled a spoon out and stuck it into the contents of the cup. But just as he was about to take a spoonful, Death snatched it away.
"Hey!" the troll shouted, watching as his opponent put the spoon up to their lips.
"Oh? You wanted some?" Death taunted as EMT got up, biting down onto the hand holding the pudding cup. "Let go, you fuckhead!"
Of course, the troll decided to not listen. Instead, he chose to bite down even harder.
"You have to the count of three. If you don't let go, there will be no mo-
Before she could swear for umpteenth time, EMT kicked her in between the legs. Of course, he did have to let go of Death's hand. Which no longer had the pudding cup.
"Yum." EMT answered, only to find a gray outline around his body. "Okay?"
Officer EMT infusion digivolve too… Honchomon!
Scanning…
Honchomon
Ultimate, Data
Special Moves: Table Flip, Justice Shield, Finale
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The author: What do you think?
EMT: Ask me that once I can see what I look like.
The author: Oh yeah. I probably should do something about that.
Scan Complete.
In the place of Officer EMT, stood the exact same troll. The only difference, was a pair of sunglasses and him now wearing a cardboard mech suit. What? You try topping an already awesome design.
"Oh, just the shut your mouth you dumb fuck." Death answered. "His design was stupid."
Table Flip!
A table then appeared, which EMT then flung up into the air. He then watched it fall back down, only to bonk Death in the head.
Deathbringer X2!
Once more, Death pulled her scythe back and watched as the head shot out. In a way, it had grown quite predictable. In retrospect, maybe I should have given her a second move. Though, I had no clue that this would be what awaited me.
"Nobody cares!" Death announced, suddenly get quite pumped as she watched her attack for the upteempth time. It wasn't even that impressive.
Justice Shield!
EMT then concentrated, watching the table from before to teleport in front of him. While it was sort-of effective, it left a lot to be desired.
Reaper's Embrace X3!
Instead of the usual three scythe heads shooting out, fifteen of them decided to show their stupid little faces.
"Say goodbye!" Death announced, bringing us ever closer to her getting muted. EMT only looked on and laughed, choosing instead to step to the right. "That isn't how it works, stupid!"
Seriously? You're going to throw a fit over that? You do realize you were picking a fight. Or has the the timekeeper took away all your common sense?
"Don't you dare bring him into this!" Death shouted. "He's a far better person than you ever were! At the very least, he actually gives a shit about everyone! All you ever cared about is that Chaos bitch. That bitch can rot in hell for all I care!"
"Are you sure you should be saying those sort of things?" EMT whispered, only to give a wink to someone.
"Why do you fu-"
Before Death could finish her truly enlightening sentence, a claymore connected with her skull. Strangely, it was this that forced her to teleport away.
"Good to see you're still alive." EMT whispered, only for the loud honking of a horn to fill the air.
"Get out of the way, large plastic bird!"
"Maybe you should try backing up your vehicle first!"
"Couldn't Elena just transform back?"
"Yes, but I doubt having a pair of tires on my tail is really helping!"
EMT took a deep breath, only to sigh.
"See you on the other side?" he whispered, only for the other person o just nod.
With that, the troll ran over to his vehicle and hopped in. It had been far too long since everyone had seen each other. For now, it was a time of recollection and telling of stories of their travels and the little things in-between...
Endgame: Digital Adventures Online reached.
Endgame 7/10 achieved.
Notes:
With that, we step away for a little bit from DAO as our heroes reunite after being separated for the past 25 chapters. Kind of crazy when you think about it.
While there isn't a clear date as too when we'll return to Delta, I hope to do so by the end of the year.
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Next Time: Our heroes catch up with one another...