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Post by BlackGuilmon on Aug 15, 2011 19:58:21 GMT -5
As soon as Fangmon had left him alone, BlackGuilmon finally got to do what he had wanted to do the whole time... Run.
The reptile digimon had run from the vast cemetery as fast as his legs would go, wanting nothing more than to get somewhere bright. He couldn't help thinking how abnormal this was for a virus digimon, to have such a strong dislike and fear of the darkness... Especially since he most likely had the strength required to protect himself from most things. As he passed from the territory of the Bakemon Church, he found that his feet had carried him to Overdell, a place that bothered him just as much (if not more) than the one he had just left. He stopped and gave a small panicked whimper, looking around nervously and panting lightly.
"Fear is a rather ugly color on you, BlackGuilmon."
He paused as the rabbit digimon's voice filtered through his head, looking down a little and closing his mouth as panting became no longer necessary. Remembering the words brought back the sting they had initially caused and he frowned, seeming to think and for once not entirely paying attention to the fact he was in a place he so feared. The lizard digimon stayed standing there thinking like this for a few minutes, his ears twitching of their own accord in response to any noises he might hear. Eventually he kind of sighed, lifting his head back up and looking around his surroundings again in a much calmer manner than usual.
Antylamon was right... He had felt pathetic for cowering like that, but it was just something he couldn't seem to help when he was scared. BlackGuilmon didn't like to be scared of course, no one did, but he had long since been under the impression bravery might get one killed. Dying because he was too stupid to get up and run away though was about the same, and he couldn't help sighing a little again as he realized this. He was dragged back into his thoughts with this though, a place where nothing much mattered and nothing really scared him.
The dragon digimon began to walk forward again at a seemingly leisurely place, his eyes combing over the area for any potential threats... He knew this place could be dangerous, and he needed to at least keep an air of awareness about him. He needed to be rational, he needed to keep his wits about him if he was going to keep himself alive until he got somewhere safer. BlackGuilmon pushed his thoughts back some so they would not engulf the entirety of his focus, lest he zone out again and wander into some place worse. It was at this point he realized he was fairly tired, something he attributed to all the stress from the prior situation.
He wanted to rest for at least a few minutes, and then he'd move on and hopefully get out of this place without a scratch. BlackGuilmon wandered over to a rock and curled up on it, trying not to pay attention to how cold it was and keeping his head up so he could see any potential threats coming. This place seemed oddly deserted though, except for maybe a few stray DarkLizardmon and Tsukaimon... But they left him alone completely, barely even looking at him as if he was something that they knew to leave alone or avoid. Was he really still an outsider here, even with his own type?
The rookie's ears drooped a little at this thought, as the idea of not belonging anywhere was definitely a sad one to dwell on. He shook his head a little as if to banish the thought from his mind, after a moment giving a little yawn and resting his head on his wide paws. Maybe he'd rest his eyes for a moment or something, since nothing here seemed too terribly interested in fighting him or anything... Maybe nothing was going to hurt him anyway and he had nothing to be afraid of. After a moment he let his eyes slide shut, curling his tail around his body as if for comfort or warmth.
For all anyone who saw him would know he seemed fast asleep, breath coming in a slow and relaxed pace... But he was actually still very much aware.
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Post by Oswell Faber on Aug 15, 2011 21:00:05 GMT -5
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"Too easy."
And with a BANG, a justice bullet attack tore into the dirt nearby BlackGuilmon, scraping against the earth with an explosive momentum. It came from a mere human boy, twirling Deputymon's revolver in his hand. Oswell didn't bother blowing away the smoke – no matter how cool he figured he'd look doing it... he wouldn't partake in cliches. He wasn't very tall or intimidating looking at all, only standing at around five and a half feet with wide green eyes that searched the dark lizard with silent admiration.
He knew Guilmon was a rookie-leveled digimon, but a powerful one. This one in particular was one of an unusual color, something that was likely to pay handsomely in the AIR market. Oz aimed the revolver between Guilmon's eyes, even though he was standing quite a few yards away, his warning shot promised that he had decent accuracy. The boy wouldn't miss if given another chance to shoot, and to further this intention – narrowed his eyes while staring at the BlackGuilmon with a displaced hatred. "Try to run und next time it'll be your head, lisard."
If that wasn't enough of a threat, Oswell gestured for the digimon to stand with the gun. "You're coming with me." he reinforced, speaking with something of a growl to show that he was dominant over this dragon digimon. Oswell hadn't felt any feelings of fear towards BlackGuilmon, yet at least... In fact just by the way he had been laying out in the open made him think that the digimon hadn't been too smart. Hopefully, he'd be right.
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Post by BlackGuilmon on Aug 15, 2011 22:29:26 GMT -5
BANG
The noise startled BlackGuilmon and he gave a little gasp, rather quickly shifting into a sitting position while he tried to force his erratic breathing back to normal. He really should have known better than to just lay out in the open like that, especially in a place like this. The dragon digimon gave a sharp exhale of self-directed irritation, before raising his eyes to face the threat that fate had posed to him... There are no words to describe his level of confusion as he saw Oswell, finding it so hard to fathom that a human boy had just shot at him with a digimon attack. It was something he never even imagined before, and his bewilderment showed rather easily in his eyes along with the shock.
"Try to run und next time it'll be your head, lisard. You're coming with me."
He blinked as Oswell gestured with the gun for him to stand, something like anger filtering through him... But he wasn't really angry over this, was he? BlackGuilmon seemed to hesitate a moment, seeming almost like he might stand but in the end he did not. If he was going to start standing up for himself and stop being afraid, now was the time to do it. He narrowed his intelligent yellow eyes at the boy, wrapping his tail around himself a bit and staying sitting on the rock.
"I don't believe I am, actually." The dragon digimon stated as calmly as possible, sitting up a little straighter. He was not about to be ordered around by child, even if he was wielding a gun... One he realized was pointed right between his eyes. Even so he did his best not to seem intimidated, instead finally deciding to stand up in order to attempt to do some intimidating of his own. He exhaled sharply, breathing out some small purple embers as he did that sparked faintly as they hit the air.
"I don't want to fight... Just turn around and leave me alone." BlackGuilmon stated quietly, still sounding calm and leaving a bit of a pleading sense to his voice. He was not a fighter in any sense no matter how strong he was, he did not want to fight at all... Especially not a human. It just seemed wrong to do somehow, and humans had a poor chance against most digimon attacks, they weren't meant to withstand such things. This was the biggest reason why he hoped that Oswell would just decide not to take the risk and leave, though he honestly didn't know if he could even fight the boy to start with.
He didn't want to hurt anyone.
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Post by Oswell Faber on Aug 16, 2011 4:02:24 GMT -5
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O S W E L L .
To be met with resistance from Guilmon both excited and frustrated Oswell. The nerve of that digimon, now cowering in his presence when he so clearly wasn't screwing around. At least this would be a challenge... but Oswell was never the biggest fan of challenges. In an act of defiance of his own, Oswell lowered the arm that held Deputymon's revolver and gave it a squeeze, causing a stream of data to wrap around it and break it down into little bits of information. However, instead of surrendering to BlackGuilmon's threat, he swiped both arms behind him so that another glowing fractal code would curl around both limbs. Once he went to point them back at BlackGuilmon, his arms had become what looked very much like Gargomon's machine guns.
"That wasn't a request, Guilmon. It was an order."
With that, Oswell lifted his arms (which were now a lot heavier thanks to the data hack) and aimed them towards the dragon. At least now he felt like he had more of a chance against him. Oswell studied the rookie and felt a twinge of fear when catching a glance of his yellow eyes. He didn't know what it was about them... but he felt like BlackGuilmon wouldn't be an easy catch. Still, the boy knew that capturing the dragon digimon would promise him praise and that was all he needed to motivate him. Even if he was small and maybe a bit weak-looking... he wouldn't let that define him in the eyes of a digimon – the useless clumps of data they were.
"You're worth too much to just destroy and sell as data, so I'd hate to do that. But I'm not going to wait around for you to come with me when you feel like it."
It was true... well... there was that and what he didn't want to admit. Oswell wasn't great when it came to exterminating digimon, no matter how ugly, irritating, or useless. All Oz knew was that this was something between him and Guilmon, and one of them wasn't going to get out of this unscathed. The boy had to let the digimon know he was unafraid of him, even if it meant stepping out of his comfort zone and acting a bit more aggressive as usual. This wouldn't be easy, but he wasn't complaining.
"Tell you what, I'll give you a head start. I won't start shooting until I get to 'three' – okay?"
With that only warning, Oswell took a step forward and lifted Gargomon's machine guns to Guilmon's level. From there he continued to take a few steps forward with each calm count. He needed to do this fast and clean, whether Guilmon wanted to become data or not, he didn't want to take too long with this dirty work.
"One."
He felt the blood begin to rush through his body along with a shot of adrenaline. Something about this whole ritual excited him... but he couldn't help but notice a soft tug at his conscience. This wasn't right... this wasn't right. Was it?
"Two."
His breaths were becoming more labored as the sound around him was slowly muted and the scene was just between him and Guilmon. With each step, the ground below his feet sifted and the very faint crinkle below him echoed throughout his head. No... no hesitation. This was what he was meant to do. This is what he HAD to do! It wasn't for anyone but him... and he'd prove it. He'd prove it without mercy.
"GARGO LASER!"
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Post by BlackGuilmon on Aug 16, 2011 4:47:20 GMT -5
He gave a soft growl as Oswell spoke, watching with narrowed eyes as the boy manipulated the digital code into another weapon. BlackGuilmon lowered himself into a sort of defensive crouch, his eyes not leaving Oswell once and listening to his words in silence. It wasn't so much that the boy was ordering him around, but mostly just the tone of voice and the way he was being spoken to. It bothered him and made him lash his tail a little, exhaling the little purple embers again even as the human went to start the countdown.
"One."
He didn't move at all, staring down Oswell as if waiting for something... Most likely for the attack. His tail was rigid behind him and a steady growl had started to issue from his throat. This was odd behavior for him but he really didn't dwell on it that much, as this was not the time for him to think about these sort of things... He was in a fight for his life and freedom, he needed to focus and find a way to get out retaining both. The dragon digimon's feet shifted slightly in the dirt, his eyes fixed on the human before him.
"Two."
BlackGuilmon took a small step back, the growl getting a little louder as the time where he would fight drew closer. His tail waved a little and his body was tense, as he readied himself for movement. The idea of attacking before three came to him but it seem so underhanded, he couldn't get himself to go through with it... Though the human was technically cheating by taking digimon attacks somehow. He snorted a little narrowing his eyes a touch more at Oswell.
"GARGO LASER!"
He immediately ran to the side to try and dodge the attack, giving a snarl and opening his mouth to attack as well. "PYRO GRENADE!" A fireball formed and then fired from his mouth, the sickly purple flames heading straight for Oswell. BlackGuilmon hadn't wanted to hurt the boy, not at all... But now he felt like he was being forced to risk it, all for the sake of staying alive. Usually he might just run, but something in his mind was keeping him from doing so... A certain digimon's voice filtering through for only him to hear.
"Instead of groveling for your life next time our kind crosses your path, I suggest you fight like the rest of us have to."
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Post by Oswell Faber on Aug 16, 2011 5:28:01 GMT -5
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O S W E L L .
Oswell's eyes snapped wide once he saw the digimon actually return the attack with a purple flame. The blast came at him at an incredibly fast rate, not giving him enough time to think to move out of the way. Instead of trying to deflect or dodge it, he threw his arms up to defend himself as a reflex. But to his pleasant surprise he still had the weapons to defend himself with, along with a full-body suit of armor beneath his clothing that would keep the damage from killing him.
A.I.R. ARMOR SUIT: 90/100 LIFE _
"NNHH!" Once the flame met his pair of vulcans he was pushed back slightly. Despite being champion-leveled weapons, he hadn't had much time to both practice or defend himself with them. BlackGuilmon's attack sent Oswell backwards who was trying to keep himself standing as his heels slid against the ground. Now not only was he determined to teach this lizard a lesson, but he was pissed. Oswell threw his arms behind him to keep the flames away from his body, his gatling arms smoking from the heat of Guilmon's attack. Oswell couldn't help an exasperated cackle, feeling the adrenaline continue to pump throughout his body – making his blood hot and hungry for battle.
"Sehr Gut!" Oswell shouted his praise with a mixture of frustration and excitement, charging towards BlackGuilmon. He couldn't remember the last time that another digimon actually managed to land a hit on him. The conflicting emotions both human and digimon had been going through were causing an explosive friction. While Oswell was reluctant to fight, he felt the growing need to in order to prove something. Then on BlackGuilmon's side, he had wanted to run instead of attack a human child. Both were fighting for honor and obligation, something that could either set ablaze or go cold. "but it's going to take more than that to defeat me, Guilmon!"
It was a reckless move when Oswell rushed forward to attempt to slam his gatling arms down against the lizard's body. The boy attempted to remain focused through his rage, pupils constricted into pinpricks while with each clumsy stumble forward a war cry built. Oswell swung his arm backwards once he thought he had a good enough shot and went to swing it against BlackGuilmon, in hopes he'd hear the satisfying CRACK of his skull.
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Post by BlackGuilmon on Aug 16, 2011 5:55:52 GMT -5
He allowed himself a small pause as the attack made contact, watching as the flames forced Oswell back with his eyes narrowed. BlackGuilmon could feel a small sense of triumph over this, but at the same time was hoping that maybe this would get the boy to give up in this endeavor of catching him. The dragon digimon watched the human's actions closely, his ears perking at the little laugh his opponent gave. His tail lashed from side to side and he just listened to the other's praise with a growl still issuing from his throat... Immediately getting the feeling that this was not over.
As Oswell rushed forward the rookie found himself giving a loud and vicious snarl, as if in hopes of intimidating the boy into backing off. He still didn't really want to fight like this but something was slowly pushing back that thought. It wasn't at all because he was having fun, he was not some sort of brute who found ripping others apart to be an enjoyable way to spend time. However it was because he was finding it increasingly clearer that there really was no way to get out of this other than to fight for his life, something that pushed away any feelings of concern over him injuring the human.
As the boy tried to bring the gun down on his head he gave a defiant growl and tried to move out of the way, but it still grazed the side of his head and make him back away. The dragon digimon almost paused to sort of paw at his face where it hurt, even issuing a very faint whimper. It didn't take him too long to regain his nerve though, and he quickly opened his mouth and darted forward. He bit onto one of Oswell's arms, biting down as hard as he could before seeming like he was trying to throw the human off to the side.
This was most likely a stupid move, but something in him would not let him release a real attack at this close of a distance... He feared the amount of damage that would cause, he still didn't want to kill Oswell despite everything. His growling got a little louder as he went through to carry on this unorthodox attack, embers boiling up from his throat as if demanding to be used in a breath of fire. He didn't use either of his fire based attacks though, just paying no heed to the tiny flames.
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Post by Oswell Faber on Aug 16, 2011 6:30:18 GMT -5
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O S W E L L .
Oswell had his smug expression wiped clean off his face when BlackGuilmon bit back...literally.The fangs sinking in along with the flames licking along his skin increased both the damage and pain that came along with Guilmon's bite. The digital code that held together Gargomon's vulcans was beginning to glitch and fade, turning back into the floating numbers and symbols that held it together.
A.I.R. ARMOR SUIT: 70/100 LIFE _
Oz bit back a scream, eyes wide as he was slowly becoming more and more surprised that he was able to feel such a level of pain while digital. He had thought...this was all just some kind of virtual reality? Why was he feeling this amount of detailed agony? His arm throbbed and felt the mixture of burning flames and a hot trail of blood trickle down his arm. This...couldn't be real! This couldn't be happening!
A.I.R. ARMOR SUIT: 60/100 LIFE _
No, NO! He couldn't lose... the mixture of the realization that he may have been beaten here and now and the burning sensation in his arm caused the boy to start thinking more like a wild animal than human. His teeth grit together as he let the gun from his bitten arm fade away and concentrated more on the configuration of his free vulcan. The small grip opened and closed as he tried to get a good feel for it.
 WARNING: CRITICAL DAMAGE! _
The woman's robotic voice echoed in his head the state of his body armor. It became obvious that it wasn't built for close combat like this... that and well, Oswell was losing... and badly. The body continued to keep himself from crying out, instead just screaming through his bared teeth in agonizing pain. He let the gun rotate a few times to reload as he suddenly pressed the cold metal against BlackGuilmon's skull, ready and loaded to kill right then and there.
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"JUST...DIE!" Oswell finally allowed himself to shriek at his enemy, the amount of pain he was in evident in his voice. The boy sobbed out, prepping the attack but not able to bring himself to actually fire the weapon while it was pressed so heartlessly against BlackGuilmon's head. Instead, his eyes squeezed shut as he began to bawl pathetically, making several cries and noises that an exasperated infant would. "DIE! DIE!"
But the words came out the way he didn't want them to. It didn't sound RIGHT. Did he really want BlackGuilmon to die? Did he really want the digimon to feel as much pain as he was being inflicted at this moment? The boy came tot he conclusion that he DID but not to the point that he'd kill it. No, he wanted it to suffer like he would have if a dog had bit him... he'd want to kick it. That is just what he'd do.
The boy shifted his position to swing his leg under the dragon and then sprung it upward to hit in the gut. "GET THE HELL OFF ME!" he shrieked desperately, just wanting to do whatever he could to get the digimon's fangs out of his arm. He hadn't realized that BlackGuilmon had already thrown him off due to how much time had slowed down.
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Post by BlackGuilmon on Aug 16, 2011 6:52:55 GMT -5
He growled quietly as he kept his teeth embedded in the boy's arm, even as the code began to collapse and fade. BlackGuilmon blinked a little as he noticed some weird taste in his mouth, one he couldn't identify... How could he recognize an enemy's blood when he had never been in a fight like this before? It was making him lose focus in his attack but his hold didn't loosen just yet, almost as if he were frozen. Slowly his efforts to throw Oswell lost strength as he seemed to dwell more on his actions, but he still did not release the human's arm.
The cold from the metal of the other gun being pressed to his head almost instinctively made him bite down a little harder, but as he picked up the sound of the boy's voice his ears twitched. Was this the kind of strife fighting always caused? Even if this was for survival, there must be something wrong with everything that was going on right now. The dragon digimon was hurting someone else in order to live... And he was hurting his opponent badly, he could tell from the noises and the tone of voice.
"GET THE HELL OFF ME!"
By the time Oswell's kick connected with his stomach he had already let go, the hit making him stumble back a little. The rookie started trying to spit up the blood in his mouth, not liking the taste of it or how it had gotten there or anything. It was at this point BlackGuilmon decided he hated fighting, he absolutely hated it and never wanted to do it again. He coughed a little bit as he moved away from the boy a little, his eyes having lost their wild look from the fight and now just seeming sad.
"...I'm sorry..." He choked out, not able to bring himself to look over at Oswell at all. The dragon digimon's ears folded down and he closed his eyes after a moment, rather aware of the fact that the human might attack him again in his time of internal struggle. He felt like he deserved it though, for making the boy bleed, for making him cry, for making him scream. He sank to the ground after a moment, despite the fact that everything in him detested the movement... Detested him being a coward.
He didn't entirely see this as cowardice though, he just didn't want this to go on any longer than it already had. BlackGuilmon folded his paws over his head after a moment, exhaling a few embers for no specific reason. He supposed he would fight if he really needed to, if Oswell still intended to fight him despite the injuries. He wouldn't be on the offensive then though, he would only go on the defensive... He didn't think offense was necessary now, not when he had caused so much damage like that.
...At least, he hoped it wouldn't be necessary.
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Post by Oswell Faber on Aug 16, 2011 7:23:17 GMT -5
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...I'm sorry...
Oswell stared at his opponent with hatred in his eyes. How dare he harm him the way he did?! ...Then, how did he even feel pain in the first place. Did this digimon feel pain like he did? Did he bleed like he did? And if BlackGuilmon did bleed... would it change the fact that Oswell thought of these digital monsters as nothing more than what the name suggested? Digital Monsters? Could he feel, cry, or love like Oswell could? Did it even matter? All the questions buzzed in his head at once, causing him to scowl at the digimon with hate and confusion. If these digimon really were sentient beings... would that make Oswell a kidnapper?
...A murderer?
NO! HE WASN'T! HE COULDN'T BE! His mind throbbed with these thoughts, feeling the blood drain from his face and his eyes well with panicked tears. No... This digimon... couldn't feel regret. It just couldn't. If it did it meant that Oswell would have been as much of a heartless murderer as he perceived digimon to be in the first place! Something tore the thought away from him once he pressed a palm to his forehead and gripped at his hair.
...I'm sorry... ...I'm sorry... ...I'm sorry...
"NO YOU'RE NOT!" he shouted with a burning conviction. Oswell then aimed his remaining vulcan at BlackGuilmon, ready to fire away and take the data of this creature. A few moments that felt like centuries passed as Oswell battled with himself whether or not to pull the trigger. Guilmon was now at his feet on a silver platter, just ready to be put out of his misery. The boy's eyes narrowed further at this – contemplating and weighing his options. He wanted this disgusting pile of data to burst in front of him for the ache in his arm... but at the same time he realized that... there was something...
One...two...three...
He counted the seconds, gritted his teeth and wished to see this digimon dead. But did he really? He had attacked it first and all BlackGuilmon had done was defend itself from being taken to the A.I.R. camp where all the other digimon had looked so miserable and helpless. Was that really such a crime? Oswell continued to ponder what to do with him until he seemed to finally reach a decision.
one...two...
A slight snap was heard from Oswell's vulcan as he threw his arm up and the data code shifted in the form of numbers and symbols to transform into a glowing, golden rope that he held tightly. Oswell used his injured arm to pull on the other end of it and snapped it like a whip at BlackGuilmon, where in attempt it'd wrap itself around his muzzle, claws, and legs to bind him. "GOLDEN NOOSE!"
"I..." he panted, completely worn from this fight and not to mention emotionally exhausted as well "Am taking you to the AIR camp... and ... I am going ... to sell you." It wasn't so much as a statement as it was a promise. Oswell would not have withstood all that pain for nothing, and he wanted to make sure BlackGuilmon knew that.
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Post by BlackGuilmon on Aug 16, 2011 7:56:46 GMT -5
"NO YOU'RE NOT!"
The yell made BlackGuilmon flinch, his eyes shutting tightly as if he expected to be hit now. He knew he deserved it, even though he had only been defending himself... He had taken it to far he thought. He could still taste the boy's blood in his mouth, making him cough a little bit again. He felt like maybe he should move and get up so he wouldn't get killed, but his body wasn't responding at all and he just laid there on the ground, frozen.
The dragon digimon kept waiting for Oswell to attack and finish him off, starting to shiver a little bit as the time passed and the seconds ticked by at the speed of years. He curled his tail around his body and fully felt the regret of his actions, as he was completely sure that the boy would kill him still... Just any second now. The waiting was so terrible, the fear of no longer existing rising up within him. BlackGuilmon knew that digimon were reincarnated, but Oswell had said something about taking his data to sell and he didn't think there was a way back from that.
...His ears twitched as the silence was broken by a small snapping noise, his eyes opening just barely. The rookie saw nothing but his paws though since he still had them over his face, and he was completely unwilling to move them just yet. He held his breath and waited for some other noise, staying completely still as he did so. However suddenly a powerful urge to move and get away overtook him, and he tried to jump to his feet.
"GOLDEN NOOSE!"
He let out a sudden yelp as the golden rope wove itself around his paws, legs, and muzzle and he quite suddenly hit the ground. BlackGuilmon thrashed a little, his tail thumping hard against the ground as his instincts told him to fight and try to get away. The attack would not give at all though, and he started to panic from the feeling of being restrained so well and indefinitely. A few small and pathetic embers exited his mouth from the tiny bit he could manage to open it, still struggling some despite being tired.
"I... Am taking you to the AIR camp... and ... I am going ... to sell you."
He gave an exhausted sigh at this and finally stopped struggling, having effectively worn himself out. BlackGuilmon's sides heaved as he tried to catch his breath again, closing his eyes a little in a tired way. He dared to look up at Oswell with a sad look in his eyes, his tail flopping pointlessly in the dirt. He just wanted to know one thing about all of this... Just one thing he could not understand all on his own.
"....w....hy?" The dragon digimon asked, his voice coming out in a weak and muffled murmur. With the noose wound around his muzzle talking was quite difficult, but he needed to ask that... He needed to know why. He just didn't understand why a human was capturing him, why a human was using digimon attacks... It made no sense to him at all. He kept his eyes on Oswell with that same sad and defeated look as he awaited an answer, no longer bothering to fight against the rope.
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Post by Oswell Faber on Aug 25, 2011 23:30:48 GMT -5
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....w....hy?.
The boy took the time to pause his assault, panting heavily while trying to ignore his limp, wounded arm as he looked over BlackGuilmon with a mix of confusion and anger. Why? ...Why was it that simple inquiry had bothered him so much? Oswell didn't allow himself any more time to give it an honest thought and shuffled over quickly to the fallen digimon, opening the palm of his wounded arm to form the fractal code that held his revolver. The moment he had Deputymon's weapon back in hand he placed it against the back of BlackGuilmon's head, applying a bit of pressure to signal him to get moving.
"Up." he demanded from the digimon. There was no way that Oswell was going to be able to drag him five miles to the A.I.R. Camp, so he had to threaten him to walk. The boy stood back idly as he awaited for BlackGuilmon to give into his command, feeling himself become weaker from the sharp pain in his arm.
Why? Why did he so vehemently attack BlackGuilmon and tied him up, proclaiming he was going to take him to some strange human camp and sell him? There were many reasons buzzing around in Oz's head but none of them exactly felt right. One reason could have been because he wanted to make something of himself, another was because he was good at doing things like this. The very last one that crossed his mind was that he maybe wanted to please his Father, despite how much he fucking hated the man for belittling his existence at all. Maybe it was a way to get back at his Father while Oswell acted he didn't enjoy the job – or maybe it was because he knew, somewhere deep down, he was looking for something.
However, none of these seemed quite right nor satisfying enough for him.. so how were they supposed to please BlackGuilmon? They wouldn't. He had no obligation to tell the pile of data what he was going to do with him or why he was doing it. "Move forward... east... there is a camp there. If you try to run... I will kill you."
'Why?' Not even Oswell himself knew the answer.
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Post by BlackGuilmon on Aug 26, 2011 3:59:00 GMT -5
"Up."
The pressure of the gun on the back of his head made him whimper faintly, the fact he could be killed sinking in even more as he felt the cold metal on his scaly skin. It was a bit of a struggle but BlackGuilmon managed to get to his feet, staring down at the ground as a melancholy defeat tainted his yellow eyes. The defeat pervaded throughout his entire disposition, his ears down and his shoulders sagged with what seemed to be exhaustion. He felt pathetic for giving in as easily as he was but.... What else could he do with that gun against his head with the threat to kill him as its reasoning for being there?
"Move forward... east... there is a camp there. If you try to run... I will kill you."
He dared to glance towards Oz at the command, his eyes landing on the arm he had wounded... He really was sorry, and he wished that the boy would believe him. Slowly he forced his tired legs in the direction that the A.I.R member had directed him in, his tail dragging behind him on the ground. BlackGuilmon could at least be sort of proud of himself for what he had done today though, since he had in fact fought back... Even if in the end he had ended up laying down and giving up. His head still kind of throbbed from when he had been grazed by the vulcan, as despite how much he had dodged it by there had still been a lot of force put into the hit.
There was really still the urge to get away in the rookie but with that gun there and the rope around him, he knew that he really had no chance at getting away. The dragon digimon breathed out a few tiny embers as he continued to trudge along slowly, thinking back to earlier that day. If only he had stood up to Fangmon maybe... Maybe somehow none of this would have happened. It might be odd to think that this was his punishment for being a coward, but BlackGuilmon believed all things happened for a reason.
Not standing up for himself was the only reason he could think of.
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Post by RED on Aug 27, 2011 23:44:45 GMT -5
 ☠ FANGMON ☠
"Excuse me little human,"
The voice crept out of hiding long before its owner, a moment of thickened silence hanging in the air after the words were spoken. There was nothing to follow immediately, almost as if the voice had been nothing but a trick of the wind.
"But what exactly do you think you're doing?"
This time, the voice did not come on its own; a large, sleek figure stepping out from a thicket of withered foliage. The default grin that constantly spread itself across Fangmon's maws was there as usual, the wolf slowly padded out from where he'd been concealed. Golden eyes scanned over the two with obvious interest, settling on BlackGuilmon with a sort of amused gleam in his gaze before it was redirected at Oswell. His grin grew at this, long pointed teeth almost seeming to occupy his entire maw as he smiled.
"I don't believe my masters would appreciate such behavior towards one of their brothers. Especially from those they see as an ally," Fangmon continued, finally finding some use for Antylamon's disruption earlier that day. Maybe Fangmon was a tad bit obsessed suddenly, but he had refused to let BlackGuilmon escape from their earlier meeting with nothing but a fair warning. Where was the fun in that? No, Fangmon would not let him go so easily, having been following him silently since he left. Imagine his surprised as he witnessed the fight between Oswell and his supposed brethren. Was this really the same digimon he had intended to obliterate earlier? The one that had cowered at the mere sight of him? The champion's eyes went to settle on BlackGuilmon, an almost thoughtful hint to them.
...He was impressed.
Yet, still so very skeptical.
After all, as far as Fangmon was concerned, the rookie had still given in. The point of his interference now, however, had nothing to do with any of that. The fact of the matter was, Oz was stealing his prey. His toy. Even though Antylamon had forbid him of harming the reptilian digimon...he wasn't going to give up. It was in his nature to take what he wanted. And take what he wanted, he would.
Fangmon's jaws parted slightly, strings of saliva sticking between his teeth and dripping down from his jaw. The digimon's lips curled and he gave a canine-like snarl. The fur along his back stood on end and his tail stood up strait, his posture stiffening as it turned aggressive. "I'd hate to have to bring you back to my masters."
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Post by Oswell Faber on Sept 1, 2011 20:22:29 GMT -5
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O S W E L L .
He was exhausted, and he could tell BlackGuilmon was too. This trip would be a long one but it would be worth the prize in the end...wouldn't it have been? BlackGuilmon would probably go for around four to five thousand bits - but for some reason Oswell didn't feel excited about it. This whole situation... why was it bothering him so much?
"Excuse me little human...But what exactly do you think you're doing?"
As if things weren't complicated enough already, a figure stepped from the shadows flashing a fangy grin towards the two - and its voice was enough to stop Oswell dead in his tracks, momentarily paralyzed with fear.
"I don't believe my masters would appreciate such behavior towards one of their brothers. Especially from those they see as an ally, I'd hate to have to bring you back to my masters."
"You... are you... a Shepherd zhen?" Oswell felt like he didn't even need to ask that question, gazing at digimon's sharp fangs and cruel expression... it wasn't a pretty sight. And 'pretty' wasn't what the servants of the Harvesters were well-renown for. Fangmon had 'bad news' written all over him, and Oz was feeling quite a bit of fear starting to well in his gut - along with the nausea that came with the throbbing pain in his bitten and burnt arm. This whole situation was making him more than physically sick, he wouldn't last long in a verbal battle against the champion-leveled digimon. However, Oswell wasn't ready to surrender his prey to this scavenger so easily.
"Why ist it then that Guilmon did not claim alliance with zhe Harvesters vhen he could have? Hm?" Oswell turned to tug the noose tied tightly around the reptile, as if prying for an answer. "Or didn't know vhy I was taking him to zhe Air Camp. Obviously I'm a hunter."
Oswell was trying to keep his fear from inhibiting himself from standing up to Fangmon. Something about this digimon made him incredibly uneasy. He wasn't sure if he had felt protective over BlackGuilmon because he was his defeated opponent or rather he had come to respect the digimon for standing up to him. The two fought with all their strength and now Fangmon was coming in all of the sudden to take him away? Oswell doubted it was out of the goodness of his heart.
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