Velcome Bahk.
Tamagat: Feel the moe flowing through your loins.
Reapertmn3: I know that pain my friend. All too well. It took hours to get SkullMeramon to become Beelzemon. But fuck me with a lawn mower was it worth it.
Guisniperman: Essentially 200% Data means the Digimon comes out stronger. Essentially it's starting from the half-way mark instead of the starting line in terms of raising them. That's how it works in the story at least, in the game I just means they have more ABI.
Start!
"Shu. Stop fussing." Ordered a panting, sweat ridden Menma, laying in bed as the Devimon sat aside him, placing a cold compress on his forehead, the fan at the end of his bed blowing a very welcomed cold breeze against his hot flesh. Patamon was seat on the end of the bed, Agumon standing behind him and finally Renamon was fetching fresh water, pacing back and forth in the bedroom when not.
"I will not, Master. That vile little creature has harmed you, marked you in such a manner, and I cannot help but know I am responsible for my lax guard." Lamented the demonic creature, the scene itself would be somewhat comical if it weren't for the fact he felt like his insides were on fire and like his right arm was having acid dripped on it.
"It's not your fault, dipstick. I'm the one that sat there, in plain sight of an enemy. Arrogance before the fall and all that." Menma waved off the rhetoric with a flick of his left wrist, moving his right would be murder on the muscles within, he'd learnt that the hard way when returning home.
"Here." Renamon's voice entered the slowly rousing fray, she took the now warm cloth from their Master's head and replaced it with another, Shu nodded towards her quietly. "How is your arm, Master?" She asked softly.
"Feels like It's constantly being dipped in acid, these markings sting worse than the day after eating spicy food." Attempts at humour were usually his forte, but even he felt that was just in poor taste, "Ugh, gross."
Menma suddenly felt very cold. His chest began heaving and his whole body began to shake, his jaw quivering from the sudden, dramatic, shift in bodily temperature. "C-cold." Murmured the Master, just as the Digimon moved to assist something horrifying, to them, happened. Their Master's arm evaporated into data. Shu was agape, as were the others mind you, the devil feeling like his soul was being crushed, guilt and shame flooding every fiber of his being.
What coloured them all with shock and slight awe was the fact that it seemed their Master actually died for a moment, his chest stopped rising, his body ceased emitting heat, and his 'last breath' came with a disturbing death rattle, his body seemed to flicker and pixelated before resetting itself into its normal structure.
And like nothing happened, it's like someone hit 'reboot' and he was fine again. Shoulder sparked with a dark purple electric energy before an arm was reproduced from the stump. This arm bore the same markings, had the same tanned flesh, but had slightly pointed nails that were seemingly dyed black.
And as the final coup de grace, the demon head on his palm was replaced with a dark grey skull. The symbol of the Virus digimon emblazoned upon the skulls forehead. Ominous indeed. Their Master was quiet now, his breathing regulated and he was sound asleep.
"This is somehow more distressing what was happening before." Commented Agumon with a frown.
"Indeed. But our Master is at peace, all we can do now is wait." Murmured Renamon, running a hand across his head and dabbing some of the sweat away with the cloth.
Monday
"What do you mean you can't come in!?" Snapped a vicious voice on the opposite end of the current phone calle, Menma winced, his brain throbbing at the sharp tone.
"Look I was in an accident and I can't get out of bed. I tried to tell you yesterday but it wasn't exactly an option." Informed the youth.
"Last straw, Uzumaki. Don't show your face in my store again." And then she hung up.
Menma growled lowly, gripping the house phone harshly, before throwing it against the bed he was currently in, he'd rather not smash it. Considering he now didn't have an income.
"Master?" Queried Renamon, poking her head into the room.,
"Just the woman I need right now, could I impose for a moment and ask you to just sit with me for a bit, I'm trying to come down from a potential rage." Renamon was already in the room and closed the door behind her, thank gods gracious bossom he'd drilled that into their heads, and lay down beside him, nuzzling into his neck.
"You're the best." He sighed contentedly, snaking his good arm around her waist and leaning into her somewhat.
"I try." Murmured Renamon with a small grin on her face, Menma closed his eyes, the furious drumbeat of his heart slowly petering off into a slow, heavy thump that resonated in his chest.
"I better not be having bloody palpitations, I've got enough trouble at the moment." As if summoned his heart picked up in pace once more, Menma frowned "Talk about it and it gets worse, I swear my body is made to test my temper."
"How are you feelings, aside from the temper, Master?" Renamon asked gently, a few of her fingers tracing his jaw and throat, sending unbidden shivers racing up his spine.
"Well I still can't really feel my arm, I know its there but it's hard to move it about. Other than that I feel kinda lethargic, which may have something to do with the first point." Informed the black haired male. Agumon came into the room carrying a plate with a bowl of soup on it.
"Here you go, Master. Pumpkin soup just for you." The big grin on the creatures maw showed he was quite proud with the outcome of his labor.
"You, my good sir. Are fucking glorious." Praised the bedridden Master. Agumon puffed his chest proudly.
Thursday; Mid-Day
Menma had started being able to move around by Tuesday afternoon, and was properly walking by Wednesday, so for the first time a few days he was able to get out of the house. Renamon watching from various hiding spots as he moved about able to flash in and out as needed. Shu, Sol, and Patamon were seated comfortably in the Digivice.
The black haired Master grabbed a few things from the nearest store and left for the park, set on figuring out just what had happened with his arm, and by proxy his entire body, when Impmon seemingly affixed his code to the young man's Digivice and/or body.
On his way to the park he saw a familiar young man, the light brown hair and the goggles stuck out like a sore thumb, he also saw Guilmon with him, Menma smiled lightly, "Hey, Takato!" He greeted, his voice giving slightly at first, like his vocal chords decided to take a break.
Takato instantly whipped around, Guilmon mimicked the movement and grinned widely, "Oh, Menma-san, good morning." Greeted the younger boy, the trio now waiting for the lights to turn green so the could cross over to the park.
"That it is. So, what are you doing out of school hmm?" Menma asked with a small grin affixed to his mouth.
Takato sheepishly rubbed at his head, "Uh well I know how this may look, but schools actually out today. Good thing to, Guilmon decided he wanted more bread from my parents bakery." The boy idly gestured to the backpack strapped to the small red dinosaur's back, Menma nodded in understanding, a flash of movement and Renamon appeared next to him, Takato jumped out of his skin and Guilmon looked like a dog that saw a new thing, cocking his head curiously.
"Ah yes, boys meet Renamon. A new member to my little party." He gestured to the femme fatale with a smile.
"A pleasure." Greeted the yellow vixen, with a slight bend at the hip, before taking her Master's arm and allowing him to lean into her slightly.
"U-uh, yeah. Nice to meet you, Renamon." Stuttered the younger boy with a slight pinkness to his cheeks, the feminine Digimon did have a really sultry voice he was quite unprepared for.
"Some uppity brat thought throwing Renamon at my three would turn out well. It took a bit but I scanned this gorgeous lady and managed to 'rebirth' her through the Digivice." Informed the older male as they crossed the road, people giving them a wide berth, and curious looks. Especially seeing what appeared, to them at least, to be a woman in a fur-suit walking around with a young delinquent looking boy.
Takato and Menma continued a vague conversation, the boy didn't seem to notice the implication that Menma could effectively take peoples Digimon if he was slighted in such a way that he felt the need to, perhaps that preach boy's Terriermon? That'd be a pretty Chaotic Evil thing to do. Or maybe more Chaotic Neutral? Since the creature clearly had some desire to fight and being continuously stifled by the child he was stuck with.
Ah well, something to think about at a later time.
"Function Call." With mere thumb-tap onto his Digivice Menma was able to call forth a handful of Digimon for Renamon to have her fun with. The reason for the amount was that on average he was only able to drag through small-fries, with the exception of Greymon(B). So he felt reasonably safe letting her solo these little creatures.
The quartet of Digimon that were summoned up were as follows, Wanyamon, a small feline digimon without limbs, big yellow eyes and pale blue fur with dark blue stripes, a white underbelly.
Wormmon, whom he immediately pinned for interest. A small green creature with a vertical purple mouth. Blue eyes and a triangular, purple symbol on its forehead. Wormmon had two antennae on the top of its skull and six claw-like feet.
Betamon, a green fish-like creature with four clawed toes acting as feet, a large orange fin rising up off its spine and dark red eyes. Betamon mildly interested him, but he wasn't exactly expecting to get every scan he wanted so he'd have to pick out of the four wisely.
And finally there was another Elecmon, if he played his cards right he just may be able to get two complete scans out of this. What with Elecmon already having some progression in his Digivice from his previous swaray in the park.
"Leomon would be a good addition." He thought to himself, "But I'd rather not risk Renamon, now that I think about it. A little backup never goes astray." He summoned up Patamon, the little pudgy creature popping into existence next to its fellow Digimon, Renamon looked to Patamon and nodded slightly to it, Patamon fluttered in place happily, before getting a wide grin on its face and firing off an Air Shot to start the conflict.
The shot struck true directly towards Wormmon, Menma began scanning Elecmon, the 50% already recorded began to rise quickly, he smiled lightly to himself. Renamon rose into the air and created dozens of blue crystals, with a gesture she sent them forward, "Diamond Storm!" The 'Called Digimon tried their best to avoid it but it accomplished little, all of them took several shards to their bodies.
Elecmon grunted, Menma saw the scan complete and immediately switched to Wanyamon. Since it was the youngest in the bunch it had the quickest scan-climb. "Take out Elecmon, Miya." Ordered Menma, Renamon looked to him for a moment and he merely nodded, she touched her chest for a moment and smiled brightly at him. He waved it off, focus was needed at the moment.
Renamon, Miya, rushed forth her palms glowing with a bright green flux of energy, "Gaia Element!" The release of the orbs created a small storm of natural energy on impact with Betamon, the fish creature screeched in agony, its body glowing white as it lunged at Miya, a Heavy Strike that she weaved around easily enough, with a roundhouse she followed up Betamon and sent the creature directly into Elecmon's face, both of them tumbling.
Wormmon was currently engaged in fisticuffs with Patamon, though with how slow the creature was it barely managed to scrape the much faster, winged creature. Patamon struck out with yet another Air Shot directly to Wormmon's skull, the insectile creature wailed and flailed as it tumbled stinger over head and landed on its back, exploding into Data. Patamon soaked up the Data and turned to headbutt Wanyamon before it could fire off any kind of attack.
Menma nodded to himself as the scan completed and began scanning Betamon, for whatever that would get him, he doubted he'd get a full 100% out of the creature considering how it was in such dire straits.
Miya slammed another Gaia Element onto the small fish and it popped like a balloon, Menma clicked his tongue, not even 10%, ah well. Two out of four wasn't bad. Though it may have served him well to get Betamon in hindsight, a water-based Digimon could have come in handy... probably.
Ah well, worry about it later.
He set the two new creatures to begin hatching and activated another Function Call. He sat down on a nearby bench, looking at his hand, and by proxy the ominous looking skull emblazoned upon his palm. That and the eery clawed nails were something he was conflicted on. On one hand it looked really rad. On the other it probably meant something was terribly wrong with him.
"What kind of name is Bada Boom for an-OH MY FUCK!" As though on command his whole arm shifted into that of a slim, purple skinned impression, a red glove with the fingers cut out seemingly appearing over his hand. Not only his hand, it seemed his clothes and the rest of his body followed suit. His jeans changing turning just as purple as his arms, and his shoes into red boots, a red scarf draped around his neck.
He picked up his Digivice and an ashen white face with bright green eyes, hair styled to look like impish ears, looked back at him. "This is so not okay." Groused the 'human?'.
Curiosity got the better of him though, and as another pack of Digimon came through the Function Call Menma help up a hand, Miya and Patamon looking starstruck by the great change to their Master. "Bada Boom." A chain of fist sized fireballs shot from his fingertips and impacted harshly onto the body of another Hagurumon that came through, each ball exploded on impact and reduced the creature to Data. A sensation of soothing filled Menma's body, his muscles relaxed, all the phantom pains left him and euphoria surged from his brain to each of his limbs.
A fanged grin was pulled across his pale visage, looking at his gloved hands the youth thought the only drawback to this would be figuring out how to change back, or if he'd just opened Pandora's box and couldn't change back.
Only time, and lots of testing, would tell.
End.
If you liked it, lemme know. If you didn't cease being such a salty salamander, an uncouth urangutang, a miserable marmaset or perhaps a grouchy gecko. If you love alliteration as much as I do, might mining minds to procure prolific parchments worth of secrets be in order?
I'm in a mood. :D
Raxychaz!
