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Post by Mouse Gardner on Aug 22, 2011 6:30:03 GMT -5
M O U S E .
on candystripe legs the spiderman comes softly through the shadow of the evening sun Alone again. But this time it wasn't as painful as it usually was. The first improvement was that it was finally becoming warmer, and she had finally raised enough money to buy herself a jacket and blanket. Maybe it was just because she was finally wearing something more than a night gown and invested in a long-sleeved turtle neck and some jeans. After running away from home she never really realized how little clothes she had nor how expensive they were. But her mind wasn't on the price of clothes anymore. Ever since Mouse was bathed in the light of a digimental – even one that didn't belong to her – something was mended within her. Friendship? A strange reward for a person like Latch. It was odd how much she found herself thinking about that boy. The warmth under his skin and that bitter, penny-like smell of his blood. The events of that night she continued replaying in her head over and over, and the entire situation had eventually brought her solace instead of fear.
stealing past the windows of the blissfully dead looking for the victim shivering in bed
[/color][/right] But Dracmon was a different story. Ever since that night... something had changed. She knew very well that he wasn't responsible for his actions and that he hadn't meant for things to spiral out of control like they did. Not only did he begin showing rare signs of guilt, but he had grown distant from Mouse. Usually he was always on her back with his comforting words and praises but his presence had become virtually null. She sensed something that she'd never seen in Dracmon before, it was looking a lot like shame. Little did she know that how the night ended a few days ago scarred her digimon partner deeply. All he wanted to do was protect her... and he fought back against the ones that hurt her. Then what does she do? She sides with them of all people. It was the ultimate betrayal in Dracmon's eyes... but he couldn't help but feel responsible for it. He had to win her back... somehow... searching out of fear in the gather gloom and suddenly a movement in the corner of the room and there is nothing i can do when i realize with fright... [/color][/right] Tsumemon had dismissed himself from their daily walk for the night. Mouse usually would have questioned why he had been acting so strangely lately but she knew very well what his answer would have been. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't feel ashamed of herself. Mouse knew that she did the right thing by protecting those boys from Dracmon... and no matter how much she loved him she couldn't say she was wrong. Mouse paced throughout the park to seat herself on the swings, tucking her legs under her as she sat there idly while waiting for her partners return. He had said something about getting her a gift... but there was nothing she could think of other than food for the night. He had been gone for an awful long time now and she was beginning to worry that he had abandoned her altogether. Soon her paranoia became too much for her to remain silent and she dipped her head, mumbling softly to herself, "where are you...?"[/sub][/sup] the s̵pi̵der͟m͢a͡n͞ is having me for dinner tonight [/color][/center] [/color][/font][/blockquote]
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Post by Latch Winters on Aug 22, 2011 7:15:25 GMT -5
Tonight was different from a lot of previous ones, as this night Latch was not out searching for a fight. In fact he hadn't been out searching for one the whole week... Koromon saw it as odd that his partner seemed so disinterested in fighting lately, but he was also glad for it. The boy's arm had just barely healed from the holes he had ripped into it, and he didn't want him getting hurt again so soon if at all. However as each day waned to a close without a fight or an argument or anything brought the small digimon some sort of comfort, like his partner was safer now.
Latch on the other hand wasn't really thinking about anything having to do with fights or getting hurt or anything... Instead his thoughts were trained on the night he'd been injured, more specifically the chain of events that he'd unwittingly set into motion just by yelling and kicking a trash can. It seemed laughable almost that such small things could cause such a big reaction, but to him there was no humor to be found in this. He glanced down at Koromon a moment, the small pink digimon currently resting in the hold of one of his arms like everything was normal. He found it so hard to believe that this little thing turned into something like BlackAgumon, though not so hard to believe the rookie form had been capable of tearing those holes in his skin.
For once though he bore no hatred or grudge towards him like he might with anyone else who would injure him... That weird light that had come out of the ground and directly to him most have something to do with that and how he'd been feeling lately. It wasn't that the fight had gone out of Latch really, he still got a little angry over the week but it was terribly subdued. He found he really couldn't complain over this though, as it was nice to have a break from the constant urge compelling him to stay out all day and to the ungodly late hours of the evening to fight strangers. Instead he felt content to just be normal for a little while, and he knew David was surprised but probably pretty happy with it as well.
His brother was probably about on his last nerve with him, so not coming home beaten to a pulp was a plus for keeping a sort of harmony in the household they shared. Latch figured David would be suspicious of this new and non-violent behavior from him, and despite the fact he felt he should explain he just couldn't find the right words to describe everything that had gone on. The young man took his digivice from the pocket of his jacket, looking over it as if it could tell him all the right words to say so he could finally tell David what had happened. However he knew it could not and just gave a quiet shake of his head, slipping the little device back in his pocket."where are you...?"The familiar voice pulled him from his thoughts and he paused a moment, raising his eyes from the floor to see Mouse sitting on one of the swings. He suddenly felt an odd sensation of nervousness bubble up within him but he shoved it away with a very faint huff, making Koromon look up at him questioningly. Before the in-training could even ask what Latch was going to do, his partner started over to her... But his steps slowed to a stop once he got to a respectable difference away from her. He felt weird and stupid for it but he just sort of watched her a moment before just trying to seem normal, going to give her a small greeting.
"...Hey..."
It seemed like such a lame or unfitting way to greet her but that was just how Latch was, and he almost felt she would know that. Koromon sort of squirmed in his partner's grip, looking over at Mouse with a clear look of recognizance and respect. "Hi!" The digimon seemed happy to see her, and he felt he owed her so much for helping his partner last time. The boy looked to the side a little as if embarrassed somehow or something, but only faintly so and he quickly seemed his usual self.
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Post by Mouse Gardner on Aug 23, 2011 5:16:33 GMT -5
M O U S E .
"...Hey..."
The moment her eyes met Latch and Koromon her entire demeanor visibly brightened. Her shoulders relaxed, eyes widened, and even a rare little smile drew across her lips. The second she realized how happy she looked to see them, however, she had to force herself to tone down her excitement. She didn't want to scare them away, but it was very hard to rid herself of that smile. "La..." she began, then realized how strange of her it would have been to say his name when he hadn't even known hers yet. Mouse swallowed the name lightly and nodded to them both, voice cracking as she tried to fight past this strange nervousness.
"...you look good.."
Most girls probably would have felt embarrassed about such a stumble but Mouse just sat still, gazing up at Latch and Koromon, not visibly bothered by the slip other than wearing a faint blush. "both of you."
Of course she had meant that they looked to have improved after their fight with each other caused by none other than her own partner. She wondered...had she been forgiven for that? That sliver of fear kept her from getting up to greet them, still testing the waters with these two. Mouse looked lightly to the swing next to her, that stupid smile still on her face that she was so hard trying to fight away. But then again... why fight it? It wasn't often that she got a chance to smile. The girl turned her attention back up at the two.
"Did you come here to swing, too?" she questioned with a childlike innocence, something that she had first used when she had inquired about why Latch had been kicking trash cans. Only this time it hopefully wouldn't lead to her almost being smacked by him.
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Post by Latch Winters on Aug 23, 2011 5:50:44 GMT -5
He couldn't really help but notice the smile on Mouse's face and change in her demeanor, feeling faintly confused by it... But also that odd nervousness was rising up again, and he had to fight to keep it from surfacing any. Latch blinked as she started to say his name but stopped, making him suddenly realize that even after everything that had happened he didn't know her name. He supposed though he'd been rather preoccupied at the time with slowly bleeding to death though, and attributed that as at least one reason for his lack of knowledge. All the same he really tried to seem normal, to not seem so affected for whatever reason; really that was just how he was though, that wasn't going to change so quickly."...you look good... both of you."Any other guy who heard this from a girl might smirk or offer an egotistical 'I know', but Latch's only response was a small nod. He had known what she meant, making him sort of move his free arm a little as it had been the one that had been injured. "yeah... I got the stitches taken out yesterday..." He said lowly, sort of looking down at his arm. He glanced at Koromon too, the little digimon not appearing at all scuffed up and hurt like the last time Mouse had seen him."Did you come here to swing, too?"He blinked at the question, finding the tone familiar but the same emotions he'd been feeling that night weren't with him... They kicked up no unneeded hostility like they had then. "eh... Not really... I just wanted to get out of the house for a bit." Latch explained, after a moment daring to go closer and sit on one of the swings regardless of whether or not that was what he was there for. The in training digimon was placed in his lap, Koromon instantly looking over towards Mouse. Really before he could do much of anything, the boy's partner hopped from his lap and over to the girl, and just went ahead and managed to jump up into her lap instead.
"Thank you." Koromon said this with a tone of gratitude, the look in his eyes reflecting this as he looked up at her. He of course meant for the help she had given Latch in the fight and giving his partner the jolt he had needed to wake up from Dracmon's spell. The boy sort of looked down as if embarrassed again like when the in training had said hi, but he really didn't know why... he guessed it was because the digimon was managing to say what he couldn't seem to get himself to. He really didn't know why it was so hard for him, it was just two little words.
Maybe he could tell her later, if it came up again.
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Post by Mouse Gardner on Aug 23, 2011 6:15:41 GMT -5
M O U S E . Mouse listened to the boy speak with a gentleness that wasn't present the first time she met him. Even with how he was handling Koromon was different, and the change made her fear of him before completely fade away. Her smile faded from one that was giddy into one that had an aged understanding. That night had changed him as much as it changed her... for the better as well.
She watched him move over to the seat next to her, even more surprised by his behavior. It wasn't a bad surprise, either, but shock from seeing how mature and calm he had become. Did that digimental thing really have that much of an effect on him? She began to wonder if all digidestined like them were met with mysterious objects like that. It hadn't felt like something out of a video game - if anything it was more like a religious experience of sorts. Mouse would have asked Dracmon about it if she hadn't found the question to be in bad taste – all things considering.
Suddenly Koromon hopped into her lap and she simply beamed at the creature that had so gratefully thanked her. The girl went to take a gentle hold of him and give him a brief 'hug' by pulling him to her heart, glowing while in the presence of the two. "I was just fixing what I messed up...I'm very sorry...for what he did."
It was obvious that the whole thing around Dracmon had saddened her. At the same time she felt like she was betraying him in the sense that she had to be apologizing for his actions. But if she didn't...would he have? The little demon had far too much pride to ever even consider... Still, it shamed Mouse to think that her partner was perceived to be this monster. She had to defend his honor. "...Sometimes... we just..."
How could she explain it? Would they understand? Mouse knew that she and Latch were similar in the sense that the darkness clouded their thoughts but she wasn't sure if it was as bad as it had gotten for her. She wasn't even aware that it wasn't something that was infecting her mind the way it was, she figured it was something she was doing wrong. "We...don't like to hurt people."
This whole topic was hurting her, and she couldn't bring herself to take sides in this situation. Mouse turned to face Latch, her smile gone now and her expression saddened significantly. Still, her voice contained that same tone that she had used before... as if nothing was wrong. Nothing was ever wrong.
"Could you give us a push?"
The question brought back her smile. She was curious to see how Latch would react being asked to push her and Koromon on the swing. Hey, he came this far with his maturity. Might as well see if she could get out of this without being punched. [/font][/blockquote]
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Post by Latch Winters on Aug 23, 2011 7:23:50 GMT -5
He watched quietly as Mouse hugged Koromon, noting the little digimon's smile and the way his eyes had closed to form happy upturned lines... Watching his partner like this now somehow made it hard for him to really connect him to the dark reptile that had bit his arm. However Latch's attention and thoughts went to the girl as she went to speak, listening in solemn silence to her voice. Despite her apology for Dracmon he really didn't think he could ever bring himself to forgive the dark digimon for what he had done, no matter how much the girl defended him. It wasn't Mouses fault at all that he would continue to hold this grudge of course, it was just that the boy simply could not forgive something like that; he was positive he might have nearly died that night thanks to the rookie.
Koromon wasn't about to be anymore forgiving towards Dracmon than Latch was, but even so neither of them were about to tell her so... It just seemed wrong in a way to say they'd never forgive her partner's transgressions. Even so the in training gave a quiet nod of understanding and acceptance, taking in her words and trying not to be so angry with the dark rookie. Though he supposed it wasn't so much that he was angry, just upset that such a threat had been posed to his partner and he hadn't been able to stop it like he believed he should have. The little digimon felt almost like he had failed Latch for not preventing the whole thing, but he supposed even with all the danger that the change it had brought had been good for his partner.
Latch could understand such a way of thinking, as his own thoughts mirrored the belief that the strife of that night had been necessary to finally knock some of the sense and humanity he'd been lacking all these years into his thick skull. His arm may have been badly hurt and he would be scarred, but this did not diminish the achievements in development that the situation had brought upon himself and others. The young man knew that he was better now, the angry self he'd been only a week ago something he was glad to shake off like a snake would an old skin. The dark spore in his neck had less of an influence now, almost like... The light of that digimental had sucked out some of its venom.
His thoughts were interrupted as he noticed how sad this topic was making Mouse seem, as it was made so obvious by the look on her face. Latch wasn't aware but the makings of a genuine frown of something that echoed concern had taken a place within his expression, as he watched her and listened to her mismatched voice. The boy gave a small nod to show his understanding of what she was saying, as he couldn't exactly think of what to say without letting something bad towards Dracmon slip out... He may have changed some, but some things were still the same. He didn't want to hurt her with his words like he almost had with his fist."Could you give us a push?"The faint frown went from his face as she smiled, blinking in an almost confused way at the request. Latch glanced at Koromon a moment, that one little look telling him all he needed to know to tell that the little digimon seemed excited at the prospect of swinging... He supposed he couldn't disappoint them both. "uh... sure." He said quietly, seeming almost awkward as he stood up from his swing. The boy went and walked behind Mouse's swing, his expression seeming almost perplexed as if he didn't entirely know how to go about this; too forceful of a push and they'd go out of the swing, too gentle and nothing would happen.
He was probably over-thinking it, shaking his head a little as if to tell himself to stop being so ridiculous. Latch went and carefully placed a hand on the girl's back, sort of pulling it away at first before going and pushing her some. The swing went forward and he replicated the action once more to get the swing going at a proper pace, one that wasn't too fast or too slow. Koromon had given an almost excited squeak at the movement, watching as the scenery seemed to move as they did.
Latch really wasn't aware of it but as he stepped back some so the swing wouldn't hit him, a very faint smile came onto his face... But one would probably need to look close and careful to see it.
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Post by Mouse Gardner on Aug 24, 2011 4:29:17 GMT -5
M O U S E . A strange feeling in her throat rose once she was pushed by Latch, not used to such a gentle touch - especially not expecting it from him. She bit her lip slightly, smiling at the sentiment that he was so gingerly touching her. In response to this warm feeling bubbling throughout her she gave Koromon a gentle one-armed hug once again, keeping him close to her as they were pushed and kept a light grip on the chain with her free hand. Her gaze stayed on her feet and finally gave what sounded like a soft chuckle, "You're so different, now."
It really was like she had known him before, perhaps a different life or time... but she was completely immersed in this moment. The warm air at this time of night... under the stars... being touched in a way that didn't hurt her. Mouse kept her eyes on Koromon, adjusting her hold so the fabric of her sweater would work as a pillow of sorts. She went to turn her head to face him, but realized she'd lose balance and probably fall out of the swing if not to look straight ahead. So she did.
"You're so much more calm."
Mouse then tilted her head up to gaze at the clouds and stars all so perfectly blended together. It really looked like something out of a painting. This moment, this amount of serenity... it was almost sad that it had to be without Tsumemon there – but she hadn't felt this level of tranquility since...
...She couldn't even remember a time.
Her eyes closed shut as the warmed air brushed against her with each swing, relaxing more and more each time she felt Latch's hand on her back. A thought suddenly crossed her mind, something that had tickled her. All this time they had been talking about him, and perhaps he wouldn't have felt completely comfortable with it. An opportunity to shift the conversation from him suddenly came to her, and she'd handle it delicately... but not without the slight intention of embarrassing him somewhat.
"I know you don't know my name~" [/font][/blockquote]
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Post by Latch Winters on Aug 24, 2011 5:37:44 GMT -5
"You're so different, now."He knew exactly what she meant, most likely to a farther extent than she did because it was himself better than anyone... At least, this is what he liked to think. Latch didn't fully understand himself, he really didn't know why he used to get so angry and just snap at the tiniest things or why he had to go get in fights. It was just something that happened at seemingly random times for whatever reason, and he had to blame it on the possibility something might be wrong with him mentally as he had no idea of the dark spore that was embedded in his neck. To the boy there was no one to blame or no explanation than him having some sort of flaw, than some part of him being broken beyond repair.
He watched her quietly as she tilted her gaze up towards the sky, for whatever reason following it up to the heavens as if he expected something to be there. As a result he didn't notice really as Koromon was pulled a little closer by the girl, the in training going ahead and closing his eyes a moment. The digimon had never really known such a sense of calm, realizing this was probably because Latch was usually so angry all the time... But now the connection they shared conveyed to him that his partner really had none of the usual rage going through him, that everything was perfectly alright in his world right now. It was something he was glad for, and he knew that the boy felt pretty much the same way towards the entire situation. "I know you don't know my name~"A sudden flash of embarrassment went through Latch as Mouse said this, his partner sort of sensing this and opening his eyes. The boy opened his mouth as if to speak but then faltered, looking off to the side some as he closed his mouth again. "Well... I was kind of bleeding to death if I remember right, so..." He trailed off as if this fully explained everything, his voice still lacking the sensation of bottomless rage he had had the last time they had been in contact with each other. Instead he actually almost sounded awkward or nervous, giving a small kind of huff as if he were frustrated... Though it was easy to see that he wasn't.
Koromon looked up at Mouse curiously, thinking back to that night and wondering maybe if he had heard Dracmon say it. He was sure if had been said but he'd been more focused on other things, and he couldn't entirely remember every word that had been said while everything was going on. He was about to ask himself as he was wondering about it now, but before he could even open his mouth to ask he was beaten to it by his partner. "Then what is your name?" Latch asked, actually almost questioning how on earth she even knew his to start with.
It had been her saying his name that had helped pull him from the trance after all, so he knew that the girl knew his name. He figured that it had been because his partner had said it, as he certainly could not remember ever introducing himself before that. Latch tried to think for a moment to see if he had heard it, just as his partner had a moment ago... But he knew if anyone had said, it would have been Dracmon. He didn't even want to think about the dark natured rookie though with how calm everything was, he didn't want to risk ruining everything by allowing himself to get angry.
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Post by Mouse Gardner on Aug 25, 2011 5:30:33 GMT -5
A light laugh caught in Mouse’s throat, trying not to seem like she was going to tease him for not knowing her name. He was right, the circumstances of when they had met wouldn’t have exactly been the best time to exchange names. All she did was offer a nod while swinging with Koromon, letting her heels drag against the dirt beneath them to slow and come to an eventual stop. It was about time to stop swinging anyway, it scattered her concentration during all that movement. While hopping out of the swing, she hugged onto Koromon to make sure that he wouldn’t go flying. As she turned face Latch, Mouse offered him a little smile – unaware of the form phasing through the darkness from behind her and suddenly reaching around hers and Koromon’s eyes. Finally an answer came for Latch’s question – however it was not from her voice.
“It’s Mouse.”
Suddenly, a red glow came from the figure’s palms before it allowed them to react. From out of the night came a white-haired man, dressed in strange purple clothing with only one eye visible… and it was red. Mouse’s body suddenly sagged from what looked like exhaustion after the glow met her eyes, but somehow managed to stay standing. The last sound she made from that moment was taking in a sharp breath of surprise, and as the hand moved from her eyes she was staring lifelessly at Latch with Koromon still in her arms. The man shifted forward, catching her by her right shoulder while the other hand rose up to move her hair away from her ear to speak into it while it was still directed towards Latch. “Morissa, actually… but you don’t like that… do you, dear?”
Despite the sudden cloudy feeling in her head, Mouse was fully aware she had known that voice. She was blindly gazing right up at him, having registered last-minute that this person was Dracmon…somehow. How… did he become a human?! Had this all just been a dream? Each of her limbs felt like they had weights attached to them, making them impossible to move at all. All she could feel herself doing was holding Koromon while staring into that terrible red eye that belonged to her digimon partner, feeling a warm breath brush across her cheek. She watched him study her face looking like he was fighting some kind of temptation.
“Your reaction isn't very flattering, love.” He spoke with a strange heaviness, reaching around to gently grab her chin lightly while keeping her steadied by the shoulder. “I worked very hard to steal this machine, you know! Beautiful, isn't it?”
Dracmon only grinned at her and brushed her bangs away from her forehead to plant a gentle kiss there, his hair shifting in a way so that his other eye was showing… the green iris searching Latch for any signs of jealousy. Soon he moved away from Mouse, leaving her and Koromon alone for a moment before opening his arms in a faux friendly gesture towards the other, “Ah. Finally! Women, you know?” Dracmon dipped his head, grinning manically at Latch, hoping that both his voice and gestures would be enough for him to figure out who this stranger was exactly. “If I hadn’t put her to sleep she would have never stopped trying to stop me from killing you… why is that? Hm? I’m curious.”
His form became a blur, his face now only an inch away from Latch after the swift movement from the swings to facing the boy. It took all his self-control to keep himself from snatching Latch’s windpipe with the intent of crushing it. Instead he just stared him down, his single red eye searching him with a buried animosity. He wanted to see this bastard bleed again–but this time by his hand. Dracmon’s lips twitched into a Cheshire grin, the smile nearly identical to his digimon form. However when he spoke, only venom was heard with no trace of friendliness. ”Just what makes you so special?”
Dracmon wasn’t about to sacrifice his guard just to intimidate this child. He knew that Latch would be the type unafraid of sending a fist into his nose. He shied away from him but only for a moment, still leveled eye-to-eye with the boy as his ever-present smirk somehow widened. Dracmon never liked having to explain himself and he knew this whole situation would come with a handful of questions, none of which he was particularly in the mood of answering. He had to keep the focus on this ‘Latch’ boy for now all while summoning the restraint to avoid unnecessary bloodshed—no matter how badly he may have wanted it.
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Post by Latch Winters on Aug 25, 2011 7:01:54 GMT -5
He watched her quietly as he brought the swing to a stop, absently placing his hands in his pockets as if he didn't know what to do with them now that Mouse was getting off the swing. Latch's eyes went to Koromon a moment as she got up, as if he was afraid she'd let go of him at the wrong time or something... Though he didn't even know why he thought of that, he knew she wouldn't. The boy found himself distracted by her smile, that nervousness bubbling up within him again and threatening to overtake his expression a moment. This feeling went cold and faded though as something suddenly came up behind the girl, covering both her's and his partner's eyes.“It’s Mouse.”Something in Latch constricted with anger at the voice, almost immediately thinking that he recognized it... That he hated it, that it was one voice he never wanted to hear again as long as he lived. Really all he could do was watch as the figure did something to Mouse and his partner, watching as she sagged and was suddenly caught by the strange man who seemed to have come from the darkness itself. The way her eyes looked at him, void of life and light brought him a discomfort the likes of which he had never felt in his entire life. His eyes left hers a moment to glance at Koromon, seeing that he was much in the same state... It was at this point he realized he was essentially alone with the man now.“Morissa, actually… but you don’t like that… do you, dear?”Latch watched silently as the man looked to Mouse and spoke like he knew her... Something that he found actually bothered him quite a lot for some reason. It wasn't just that he felt was bothering him, most likely just the mere fact he was touching her was part part of it as well. By now the boy's hands had left his pockets and were curled into fists, starting to feel the usual anger he always felt starting to flow back into them. The dark spore was starting to feed off how upset he was, starting to try and egg him on into starting some kind of fight.
He nearly said something as the man continued to speak, something of a glare coming into his eyes at the kiss he gave Mouse. He didn't know why he was becoming so bothered, so frustrated over these things... Yet at the same time something deep down within him seemed to know why exactly. Latch ignored it for now though, almost as if he didn't really want to listen to the tiny part of himself that was aware of all the reasoning behind his present emotions. As the man's green eye searched him he nearly said something but his throat felt tense with anger, and he couldn't even get himself to speak... Dracmon was probably seeing exactly what he'd been seeking.“Ah. Finally! Women, you know?The other's words and fake gestured bothered him further, and all he did was glare at the man as the flames of anger slowly began to take new life in his eyes. The smile and the words and everything were enough to tell him who exactly this was now, and all at once all his sudden anger made complete sense... His jealousy however for the moment, was still confusing to him. That didn't really matter to Latch in the current situation though, and his eyes stayed on Dracmon as if expecting him to do something. He knew that the digimon-turned-human would, otherwise why else would he have bothered to do what he had done?
At Dracmon's next words he tensed up... Had he really said... He was going to try and kill him? Confusion flared up within him at this, almost overriding the anger as he tried to understand what he might have done to deserve such a threat. However it didn't take him very long to think back to that night and pick out a few things that might have ticked the digimon off, but killing him seemed so drastic. Then again, he had to figure both from what he'd just seen and from their meeting that the digimon was probably not... Too stable.
He didn't mean to but Latch jerked back from Dracmon as he suddenly found himself face to face with him, the anger in his eyes going cold. It wasn't like him to show fear though, so aside from that there were no signs of it. His hands curled into tighter fists but he couldn't get himself to move and hit the other... Another sign of fear, or a sign of sense? It could be taken either way really, as the boy really wasn't too sure either.”Just what makes you so special?”Latch felt almost confused by the question, not fully understanding what Dracmon meant by it... He knew what provoked the question but not at all what it was supposed to mean. "...What the hell is that supposed to mean?" He asked in an even voice, looking right back at the digimon and for all the world seeming unintimidated by him. His voice was unshaken and calm, though there was a tinge of anger to it now as he spoke to the digimon he so hated. Usually he might smirk and ask if Dracmon was jealous or something, but he had enough sense in his head to know that would be a very bad decision.
Meanwhile all Koromon could do was watch helplessly as Dracmon stared down his partner, despite the spell that had paralyzed him feeling a strong urge of panic and need to protect Latch. He was useless once again as the boy was right in harm's way, he couldn't to anything to save him from whatever the dark digimon intended. It frustrated him to no end that such a thing was going on again, but his anger with the situation would do nothing for him. All he could hope was that Latch wouldn't do something stupid and end up provoking Dracmon into hurting him.
It was all he could do.
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Post by Mouse Gardner on Aug 25, 2011 7:28:45 GMT -5
Dracmon's eye searched the boy with mutual hate, trying to keep himself from seeming far too giddy given this opportunity to face him like this. As human.
Oh how he detested humans, but he felt as though now neither he nor Latch could back down from a confrontation. Species had nothing to do with it anymore–they were finally evenly matched... sans the dark powers bestowed upon him at birth. Powers he wasn't above using on a simple-minded weakling like Latch.
...What the hell is that supposed to mean?
“Ah! As if you don't know~!” Dracmon dropped his head to catch it with his hand against his brow, making a 'duh' gesture then as he lightly tapped it with the tips of his fingers. He seemed nearly exasperated with Latch, laughing in a way that only someone who felt they were speaking to an idiot would. Dry, cold, and almost mockingly.
“Come now. Try your best and think! It's not too difficult, is it? That night you wormed your way into my Mouse's life is when you RUINED everything that was sacred between her and I!” Along the last few words, Dracmon's voice cracked some to uncharacteristically show a hint of weakness. Yes, he hated Latch for what he had done to Mouse (at least, what he perceived him to have done.) Dracmon fought away his seething rage for the moment, though his body language suggested he was doing everything to keep himself from strangling the other. Fists curled, eyes wide, and canines he was happily showing Latch as he snarled, "You strutted in with your disgusting behavior. Striking your digimon... after almost striking HER!"
Was it that he was human now he was able to show this much emotion? Or was it something else? Was it because he knew that for the first time Mouse couldn't see him? Could she... would she feel the love that he deserved that she had so freely handed to this insolent boy? Whatever the reason was, everything was coming out so easily, angrily.. desperately. "You are nothing but a parasite and I will not allow you to poison her mind any further. You cannot... WILL NOT turn her against me!"
His visible eye widened in surprise at himself, never having admitted to such a weakness before. That fear of losing her... especially to someone like Latch. Someone... who looked human, but did not act human... while with Dracmon it had been the opposite. It wasn't fair. A hot-headed buffoon who'd happily strike a fragile woman was somehow deserving of more attention than her partner who was BORN for her. The digimon took this time to calm himself, not wanting to appear weak in front of him. His cocky smile returned only moments later, and spoke in a calm, cool voice:
“That's right, I forget you're a neanderthal. Let me explain it to you in a way you'd understand--!”
And suddenly Dracmon's posture snapped back up, extending his arm fully to send a backhanded strike across Latch's face. Madness welled within the man's eyes, hoping to watch it hit with little shame or embarrassment for his jealous rage. Break, bleed, as long as he felt that some form of damage was done to this pigheaded boy he'd get the satisfaction he was yearning... or perhaps he would need to take things to the next level.
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Post by Latch Winters on Aug 25, 2011 8:17:41 GMT -5
“Ah! As if you don't know~!”He felt offended by how Dracmon responded to his question, glaring at him a little more as he went on with the gesture and the laugh. The noise of the other laughing on him rubbed at his nerves like sand paper and the coals of anger flared back up in his eyes. It bothered him that this thing thought himself to be so superior in comparison to him, yet oddly enough Latch's blood wasn't boiling just yet. He was trying rather hard to keep his anger at bay as it snapped hungrily at the situation like a rabid dog, whining that it be acknowledged and acted upon via a punch right to the digimon's human face.
Latch listened in silence as the dark one before him went on to explain in his own special and condescending way, continuing to try and keep his rage chained up to its post deep inside his heart. He was observant of the other's voice and body language, knowing from past fights and experiences to always watch your opponent for anything that might tip him off to their next move. The boy was finding it hard not to protest, to yell right then and there that Dracmon was saying stupid things... He hadn't ruined anything, the digimon had been quite capable of doing all of that himself. However he seemed to freeze up at the last thing the other spoke of, of how he had almost hit Mouse.
Now the very notion of doing something like that brought him pain, something rather unfamiliar to him... It was something he'd felt towards his brother or mother of course, he never wanted to hurt them. However he had never felt this towards another person other than them, any other person he'd ever come across was usually met with a cold indifference or near hatred. Latch's eyes momentarily left Dracmon's face and he glanced over to her lifeless form, something that bothered him quite a bit given what he was currently thinking about. Would she have fallen just like that if he had struck her that night?"You are nothing but a parasite and I will not allow you to poison her mind any further. You cannot... WILL NOT turn her against me!"The outburst brought his attention right back to Dracmon, and he was finding himself sort of leaning away from the man. It was not out of fear that he did this, it was just simply that the current situation was actually bothering him and he was finding he didn't want to be here right now. Latch blinked and just watched as the other struggled to calm himself, finding it a surprise that he didn't exactly have to do the same. Yes the boy was angry but with how much control he appeared to have over his once beastly temper, not much of it leaked to the surface to get into his expression aside from the glare.“That's right, I forget you're a neanderthal. Let me explain it to you in a way you'd understand--!”He had been about to speak when the other's strike hit him across the face, instinctively wincing and taking a step back. Latch brought a hand up to where he'd been hit, trying not to let anymore pain show through onto his face... He didn't want Dracmon having anymore satisfaction at seeing him in pain. The boy took a moment before he lowered his hand from the spot, giving a kind of long sigh as if forcing himself calm. He then faced the man again with the glare gone from his face, despite the fact he was still seething with hatred for the other.
"I don't know why you assume I'm trying to do that." He muttered in an almost hollow tone, as if it was either he show no emotion at all or risk exposing how angry being struck like that had made him. Latch had to think and decide if it was really in his best interest to say anything else... But Dracmon had been doing all the talking so far, and it really annoyed him. "...You must have some pretty big issues to really think that." This was probably not the most intelligent thing to say and he knew it, but he couldn't keep it nor a smirk from slipping out as he watched for a reaction. He knew he'd get one, and all he had to wonder was if would he live through it or not.
"...It's a little sad how intimidated by me you seem to be." Latch was just digging himself a deeper hole with this statement and he knew it, but the dark spore in his neck was starting to get the better of him and his naturally violent nature. Dracmon could strike at him if he wanted to, he'd be ready for it this time. He would not let his guard down again, and it had been a mistake to let it fall at all in the first place. After all, all he'd been wanting to do this entire time was hit the digimon in the fact... And what better excuse than self defense?
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Post by Mouse Gardner on Aug 25, 2011 11:59:29 GMT -5
"...’Issues’...?"
The word was spoken softly enough that it began to sound like Dracmon had honestly considered what Latch had been saying to be true. Maybe he was sick, sick for having ever doubted his human partner in the first place, sick for attacking humans in front of her, and sick for treating her like bait to lure in the caveman. Dracmon glanced at the ground and over his human hands for the time being. Was he really so wrong for doing this? Was it betraying her in a sense?
“…HAHAHAHAHA!!!”
After the long pause, an earth-shaking laughter broke the silence and Dracmon’s gaze settled back on Latch with the widest grin he had been able to manage thus far.
"The pot calls the kettle black."
With that, the now-human straightened himself to face Latch, each feature on his face alight with amusement. "Look at yourself, boy." He began, his tone suddenly dropping into a stern growl. The light in his expression suddenly grew hard and grave, glaring at Latch with all the hatred and disgust he can muster–all while continuing to manage his manic grin. "I can see it in your eyes how desperately you're trying to hide it. You want to hurt me...just like you wanted to hurt her. She 'read your mind'... remember?"
Yes. Dracmon had been there throughout that entire scene, hanging back and away from the two humans while Latch threatened his darling Mouse. He had been ready to claw his eyes out as Tsumemon before Koromon had unexpectedly protected her…Dracmon was still grateful for the in-training for that–which was probably the only reason he hadn’t tried to delete him since he arrived. Besides, Mouse seemed to have taken a liking to the little digimon–and while that would have made him jealous, he knew he owed something to Koromon for keeping his human partner safe. He’d be spared…for now.
Dracmon hadn’t much time to think about Koromon anyway. He finally had Latch in his proverbial clutches, and he was ready to give him a few hard squeezes while caught there. Instead of assaulting the boy once again, Dracmon’s head tilted up to stare at Latch from the bottom of his eyes into a look of condescending, searching his expression for any showing weaknesses. "And now you fancy yourself as some kind of gentleman? Just because a digimental came to you? Oh no... that's not how it works..."
A silence fell over the digimon as his drew his finger upwards, illustrating his thought by placidly pointing at Latch. "Haven't you wondered why BlackAgumon is so different from other digimon? Hm? It's really very simple. It's because of you."
He may had not been the best at physical fights, but Dracmon fancied himself well-versed in psychological warfare. All he had to do was break every bit of confidence that Latch had that he was somehow loved by Mouse or ‘special’ now just because Dracmon displayed unattractive bouts of jealousy. But first, he had to go for his core… the darkness within him that he was trying so hard to fight.
"Your desire to hurt living things has corrupted your digimon's data and reconfigured its egg. BlackAgumon and I are only as ugly as our human's hearts."
It was too delicious. Dracmon was rather pleased with himself with the concoction of insults and dismantling remarks he was able to think of on the spot like this. To further add salt to the wound, a rather nasty idea crawled into his head. He turned his back on Latch and moved over to the catatonic Mouse so that he was eventually standing behind her and let his long, gloved fingers wrap around her delicate neck. While doing this he shifted his head forward to rest his own cold cheek against the girls, smiling at Latch as he brandished her like an unobtainable piece of meat to a hungry dog.
"That is what so... exquisite about Mouse, you see..."
Mouse’s lips were parted ever-so-slightly, paralyzed and unsure of what was going on. Suddenly it appeared that she was trying to mouth a few things but couldn’t figure out what she was trying to say. Wherever she was… it wasn’t with Latch or Dracmon–and he was sure to take full advantage of this by brushing her hair out of the way with his free hand and giving her a tender kiss on the neck and faced Latch once again. "She doesn't try to hide it. She doesn't try to lie to herself... She knows she's just as deranged as I am. You, however..."
Dracmon finally released his human partner from his grasp around her neck, resting his hands gently on her shoulders as he continued to tease Latch with her. Part of him would have felt digusted and ashamed of himself for using her like this… but it was too perfect. He wanted to see the little bug squirm for what he had done to them.
"You have quite the few more 'issues' than the rest of us.”
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Post by Latch Winters on Aug 25, 2011 22:39:47 GMT -5
He watched Dracmon in silence as he noted the way the word had been said, but even so he found himself severely doubting the man was really even listening to him. With how much he figured the other hated him he had to think that none of his words would be taken seriously... After all, the digimon thought that he was an idiot. Latch probably wouldn't bother to listen to someone he thought was an idiot, in fact he didn't know of anyone who most likely wouldn't do the same. People could say they listened to anyone who had something to say all they liked, but he knew that people never really listened to those they felt were inferior to themselves.
That's why Dracmon's laugh didn't surprise him in the least, if anything he had expected such a reaction. Latch seemed unfazed by it because of this, as a result not even glaring at the other as he kept laughing. He felt some discomfort rise up within himself at this though, as he realized he wasn't entirely up for a fight of any kind... His arm had only just now healed and he was tired. He could tell he was at a disadvantage but he really didn't let this show, as he didn't want the man to know... Though something in him felt that no matter the situation or the state he was in, Dracmon would always consider himself as having the advantage."The pot calls the kettle black." Latch blinked as Dracmon finally stopped laughing and spoke, a very faint frown to his face... It was now that he realized this fight wouldn't be physical, it would be one made of insults and defaming comments. He was more intelligent than the digimon gave him credit for, but only if he was clearheaded and wasn't letting his anger control him. He knew all too well how easy that rage could take him under and bend him to do what it wanted, something that quite honestly had always sort of scared him. It wasn't comforting in the least to know there were aspects of himself that he couldn't control, spans of time where not even he could tell what he was about to do or how he might react to certain things.
He watched as the amusement drained from Dracmon's now human face and was replaced with coldness and hatred, however he didn't flinch away... It was expected, and such looks couldn't hurt him. Latch's expression changed to allow a glare though as he listened to the other go on and speak again of how he had been that night, what he had almost done and regretted even thinking about now. The boy hadn't been at the time but now he was glad that Koromon had stopped him from hurting Mouse, glad that the digimon had been able to show the humanity he was lacking. He hated how Dracmon kept bringing it up, it bothered him and he didn't want to think about it or hear about it anymore.
He supposed that was exactly why the man kept bringing it up, why he kept beating the fact in that Latch had nearly hurt Mouse. The boy could see Dracmon was trying to make it clear that he didn't deserve her company or attention, and especially not her friendship or any sort of affection. The digimon wanted him gone and out of the picture entirely, away from the girl and out of her life simply because he so thoroughly detested the young man. He was a little ticked off by this selfish way of thinking, but mostly it was just that he'd made such a bad first impression he supposed Dracmon had every right to think he was a truly terrible and disgusting excuse for a human being... But the other wasn't doing so well at it so far in his own personal opinion."Haven't you wondered why BlackAgumon is so different from other digimon? Hm? It's really very simple. It's because of you." Latch blinked at this as if he had no idea what Dracmon was talking about, he didn't really understand how it would be because of him. He figured BlackAgumon was the way he was because... That was just what he was, he didn't think it had anything to do with him. He hadn't met many other digimon, read as 'practically none'. The boy didn't know enough about digimon to know that his partner's rookie form was considered the corrupted form of something else, how could he have any idea of that fact when his knowledge was so limited?
Simple, he couldn't."Your desire to hurt living things has corrupted your digimon's data and reconfigured its egg. BlackAgumon and I are only as ugly as our human's hearts." He seemed stunned by this idea, that he had essentially ruined his partner... That if he wasn't so angry and violent that his partner would be different, that he wouldn't be the way he was if Latch wasn't so ruined. He glanced towards Koromon with an unreadable expression, one that might be taken as some sort of apology for how screwed up he was and how he had unknowingly screwed him up too. These thoughts were interrupted as Dracmon turned his back and moved over to Mouse, jealousy and rage alike spiking up within him as he watched the man's movements. At the smile the other gave he knew that this was exactly what the dark one had been hoping for, and the worst part was it showed through his expression and the way he clenched his fists.
Latch suddenly took a step forward as Dracmon kissed Mouse's neck, an almost sick feeling starting up in his stomach as he watched with a sort of envious anger... He didn't even know why he was so jealous over this, and he barely even heard what Dracmon was saying. He couldn't have feelings or anything like that for her, he'd only just learned her name today and barely knew her. It was just... He kept thinking about how it was she who helped him break free, though he knew BlackAgumon had helped too. Her voice had been the catalyst though that ended in him coming back to reality though, and he supposed that this was the only reason why he felt the way he did."You have quite the few more 'issues' than the rest of us.” "At least I'm not trying to get with my partner." He snapped coldly at Dracmon, his voice baring all of his current emotions in a tone weighed down with rage and envy. The words had come out of his mouth faster than they could process in his mind, but he didn't bother to take them back, just glaring at the man with all the animosity he could manage. "Yeah, I have a problem with violence and I don't understand it... But I'm not sick like you, I'm not busy lusting after someone I could never be with. After someone you're supposed to be partners with, friends with." He didn't exactly know what was going on anymore, words were just coming out of his mouth like water from a faucet. Nothing processed, nothing was filtered, everything just came out as it was.
"If anyone is sick here it's you, you are definitely the sickest... Sentient thing I ever had the displeasure of coming across." Latch spat out the words in disgust, staring at Dracmon and making direct eye contact as more words dribbled from his lips. "What are you even doing to her right now? You're doing things she probably doesn't even want... Or maybe she does, I dunno, but you didn't even bother to fucking make sure." He huffed in frustration, wishing he could actually think his words over before they came spewing from him. It bothered the boy he had such a small amount of control over this, making him give a sigh that shook with an anger he was struggling to control. He didn't know how much longer he could take it really.
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Post by Mouse Gardner on Aug 25, 2011 23:08:32 GMT -5
"At least I'm not trying to get with my partner."
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"Yeah, I have a problem with violence and I don't understand it... But I'm not sick like you, I'm not busy lusting after someone I could never be with. After someone you're supposed to be partners with, friends with."
. . . What was . . ?
"If anyone is sick here it's you, you are definitely the sickest... Sentient thing I ever had the displeasure of coming across."
What were these cold things?
"What are you even doing to her right now? You're doing things she probably doesn't even want... Or maybe she does, I dunno, but you didn't even bother to fucking make sure."
Dracmon's gloved hand lifted to touch his cheek where a strange sensation had been rolling down his skin. As he moved his hand away he examined the damp spots against his fingertips. His face felt cold and wet all of the sudden... was it raining? What were these?
His throat was tightened hard and he found himself suddenly short of breath. Every part of his body tensed, feeling his teeth grate, his lips lightly quiver, and his eyes continuing to leak some. There was a horrible sick feeling in his chest... probably something along the lines of heartbreak if he understood what it was like to have a heart. Dracmon's expression remained emotionless, looking more bewildered than hurt as these weird droplets of water wouldn't stop coming from his eyes. "What are you. . .?”
The moment he started speaking he gave out a shaken cry, unable to fight it back as his gloved hands moved away from Mouse while furiously wiping away the uncontrollable tears. "Wh-what are you doing to me?!” he demanded, feeling himself becoming crippled as Latch's words echoed back and forth in his head. He could never...? She could really never love him...?
Whatever strange magic spell Latch had casted on him, he wasn't about to let it keep him from teaching the boy a lesson. The man lifted his head to face him with a fury and fight the heaviness of his heart. "WHY AM I NOT ALLOWED?! What makes you any more privileged to feel something like this?! Just because you're human?!”
Yes, yelling seemed to do the trick to fight against this horrible ache he had in his chest. "Do you think I enjoy knowing this?! That I can't step over boundaries... that I have to stand by and watch her protect someone like YOU while I'm the one always there for her! YOU DON'T DESERVE HER!”
The more he shouted, however, the more the strange droplets of water left his eyes. He met these tears with his sleeve, trying to keep them from falling and wiped them away furiously. "I WOULD NEVER HURT HER! Mouse.. you hear me don't you? I wouldn't... he would but I wouldn't please know that!"
Mouse was unresponsive, still gazing lifelessly at Latch. However something strange then happened, a bit of life returned into her eyes as the street light above them illuminated some tears forming in her own eyes. Dracmon took note of this and reached out to touch her face with his thumbs, looking even more confused than before. It was just then his wickedness returned to him, and that damn water finally stopped coming.
"Ah... you know... that reminds me..." Dracmon turned to face Latch with a murderous expression, keeping his hands against his partner's face. "You know a little about hypnotism don't you? They say... you can't hypnotize anyone into doing something they don't want to do."
The man's body soon shook with bitter laughter, cackling through his bared teeth as he forced himself to grin at Latch. "You nearly killed your partner because you WANTED to! Just as Mouse isn't fighting against me because she doesn't want to! HAHAHA! And to think I was worried!" his voice cracked desperately again, but knowing that his words were true, all signs of heaviness left his body as he was already back to his old self. Dracmon would never know why the suggestion that he wasn't allowed to care about Mouse the way he did did that to him... and he never wanted to feel that way again.
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