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September Missions - Dark Field Elimination

TERMINAL TOKYO MESSAGE BOARD

Near Primary Village	Underwater Tunnel	Koromon Village	Milleniummon's Castle	Infinity Mountain	Upside-Down Pyramid
Needed: 4	Needed: 4	Needed: 4	Needed: 4	Needed: 4	Needed: 4
When: 9/20	When: 9/22	When: 9/24	When: 9/26	When: 9/28	When: 9/30
600 BIT	600 BIT	600 BIT	600 BIT	600 BIT	600 BIT

[OOC: Please, only one mission per Chosen so that others have a chance to take part as well! There is only one Dark Field Eliminator, and the groups will receive it. Do not break it. This will act as a mingle log. The missions are simple, so this is really an opportunity for you to log out CR if you'd like it. There really is no sign up for these. We just request that you do not go over the max number of participants, but you can certainly have under the number if everyone is alright with that. Remember, some of these will be taking place during the weather event, so if there's a day you want your character to be in the city for and it's a far away area, plan accordingly! Enjoy!]

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[ Hm. Not working. Okay...new tactic. ]

SO. I was thinkin'.

Kudamon and Impmon. They're kinda special and all, right? They aren't the ONLY Kudamon and ONLY Impmon, though, so they oughta be all good and named too, right?

So, I figure, since Impmon is Princess' sidekick, he's kinda like a Squire, right? So Squire ain't such a bad name. I meants with a lot of effort and ambition, one day you can be a knight and hero.

And Kudamon with Squall, bein' all like...military-ish. I thought "Lance Corporal" but then figured, Lance sounded pretty cool on its own. Like the weapon...

So how about Squire and Lance?

...

[Blink blink]

I can't tell if that's stupid or adorable.

[ Squall has nothing to say in this conversation. They could call him whatever they wanted to. Its not like it would get him to call Kudamon differently. He gave her a stare and a few blinks before staring ahead again. ]

Those nicknames sound really important. Having names like that... it makes me feel really good inside knowing you think I'm that important!

[ He frowns a little and stares down at Kudamon. It'a hard to say no to a reply like that. ]

No way in hell.

[ Maybe "Squire" is too close to "Squall?" ]

Besides, we were both cadets. And I already gave him a name: Pixie.

[ Still taking offense to that nickname, too. Sure, he's gotten used to it... but he still doesn't like it. ]

I'm not Piximon!!!

That's not nice, Princess. Pixie is a baby name. You call him Pixie and I call you Snookie-Pookums.

Puddin'-pop.

Honey-bunch? Cuppy-cake, sugar-plum, pumpy-umpy-umpkin. You're my sweetie-pie. You're my cuppy-cake, gumdrop, snoogums-boogums, the apple of my eye! [ She was singing, just like that, eyes glinting with playful menace as she walked ahead of everyone, heading straight for the Dark Field. ]

...And I love you so and I want you to know that I'll always be right here, and I love to sing sweet songs to you, because you are so DEAR!

...

Wow. Okay that happened.

[ Squall raised an eyebrow to the breaking out into song. Yep. That certainly did just happen right now. ]

That always happens with her.

I hereby rescind my previous order. Neku, you're going in.

Oh come on! [ Roze cried, laughing despite the disappointment. ]

Don't be like that! I'll go, I'll go. And I won't sing anymore, promise! Geez, Princess.

You guys do what you want. They're Lance and Squire to me. Two sturdy little heroes, right guys? You'll digivolve sooner or later. I wouldn't worry too much...

...gumdrop. [ She laughed softly, chewing her bottom lip in thought as she crept closer to the field, raising both hands to the back of her head. ]

I really don't see what the big deal about these things is. They look innocuous enough on the outside... [ Roze shrugged, leaning forward and popping her head in, just like she'd been previously ordered.

She had her eyes closed, expecting it to feel weird - maybe like dry-dunking your head into a vat of pudding - and found it largely without effect. Until she opened her eyes.

Forced to squint against the rush of light into her vision, she tried to re-balance herself, tilting too far forward in her lean. Hands previously behind her head moved to windmill for balance, until something brushed her face, again, then again. The pain registered belatedly, like bearing your face in a powerful blizzard, bits of ice tearing at your exposed skin. She tried to reel back immediately, jerking her arms back and straining to right herself, not realizing she'd already leaned well-forward off her heels. ]

Edited 2013-09-25 02:29 (UTC)

[Neku had started to huff in amusement, not at all wanting to go near the damned thing but willing to for peace of mind. Even as he approached it though Roze strolled past. Which put him in prime seating to see what happened.

When she jabbed her face in he growled]

Damn it Roze, at least let us tie something to y- ACK!

[Failing arms and tipping boots. Without thinking about it he snagged the hem of her shirt, digging his heels in. But Roze outweighed him by a lot, and he was not going to make headway. But at least maybe he could hold her up until Squall or Seifer saw what was happening.

Or could have, if her pinwheeling hadn't caught him, elbow right to the temple. In fact, the one NeoDevimon had injured only a few days before. He didn't even have time to cry out, out like a featherweight against Mike Tyson, flopping over right into her back.

Best team, good job]

[ He was walking closer with his hands still in his pockets. He wanted to tell her to be careful about this. It wasn't a stupid game they were playing. Others have gotten really hurt by playing around in these Dark fields. He wanted to at least, but before he could open his mouth she already stuck her head in. ]

C'mon Roze this isn...! [ before he could even finish his sentence She started falling in and Neku took on the duty of trying to pull her out. But he wasn't that strong. Why did he think he could do this! ]

Roze! Neku!

[ He lets out a frustrated noise and runs to the Dark field. Gone! They were completely gone! He looked around to see if there was any trace left, anything to hold onto just anything at all, but his mind was racing and nothing seemed useful around them. He lets out another frustrated growl.]

[ Seifer looks at Squall and gestures to the point in which Roze and Neku vanished. Did that just happen? Did that seriously just happen? ]

Okay, so now we both know for sure that those two are complete dumbasses.

[ She just ran on up without grounding herself at all. BRILLIANT! Sure, his plan was risky but she didn't take a single precaution. Sheesh. And Neku weighs less than a chocobo feather. What was he thinking? ]

Might as well follow 'em.

[ Although he wasn't sure if he should actually go in there with the device. Would that ruin it? He supposed Squall could babysit it, but... ]

[ Roze fell forward, getting her hands out in time to prevent smashing her face into the ground. What she didn't expect was for a sack of potatoes to fall on her back as well, forcing a pained curse from her. She was feeling better but that didn't mean her ribs weren't still broken. ]

FUCKIN' CHRIST GET OFFA ME! [ She snarled, reaching over and moving to hit whatever was on her, but...there was nothing. She writhed and squirmed and eventually crawled away, pushing herself to her feet and ducking her head as she covered her face.

YEAH SURE SEIFER. UHHH JUST STICK YOUR HEAD IN HE SAID? Brilliant! What the fuck did she do now?! ]

Musashi? Musashi!?

[ Where was her Kotemon? Outside with Seifer and Squall of course, scrambling forward and crying out in horror. ]

LADY ROZE! LADY ROOOZE!

[Terri was not as ...lucky? Unlucky? As Musashi. Being on her human's head when he flopped kinda meant she went in as well. The BlackGatomon opened her eyes to find herself on her partner's back.

And that's all she sees. Terri hisses, back arching and tail lashing.

As for Neku? Oops, someone is still outcold. Roze is kinda strong after all. Dumbass]

[ Squall glares at this field as if that would even remotely help the problem. ]

Someone should stay behind right? I don't know about you, but I don't really know how these things work. The device could short circuit if you brought it in or a new opening might open up?

[ He groans and covers his face for a moment while he tries to think. He was feeling anxious just standing here though, and hearing Kotemon's cries for his partner weren't helping. ]

What do you think?

[ He was really asking for Seifer's thoughts on the matter. ]

[ Seifer gives Squall a long, heavy sigh. He'd held onto the device the entire journey over here, ready to play the part of hero and flip the switch. But Squall's right. Seifer didn't know whether or not the device would be okay in the Dark Field. So he tossed it gently to Squall who better catch it. ]

You like followin' orders, yeah? Fifteen minutes. And no matter what happens, don't flip it before then. Don't flip it after, either; fifteen minutes on the dot. Hope you can count. Pixie, you stay out here with him just in case some nasty Digimon comes out here.

Wh-What?! I'm supposed to protect you!

I don't need protecting. Stay out here with puberty boy. I'll tell ya all about it in fifteen minutes. Squall, timer starts now.

[ He waves them off and, unlike the two dumbasses before him, walks into the Dark Field like a decent human being. Impmon stands miserably at the edge of the Dark Field. ]

Kuds, you better take real good care of puberty boy!

[ And, ever loyal, Impmon passes through it as well. ]

[Roze and Neku enter the Dark Field together, but even if they grope around, they will find they can't reach each other. In fact, everyone is...separated.

A burst of bright light overtakes them, comforting, warm. Pain? Why did others describe pain? This is not pain. This is...

The light is blinding. The light is burning. The light is commanding. First-degree burns will start to appear against the skin of those in the Dark Field; Neku, fast asleep, will be burned until he wakes, it demands, you will listen to me, you will open your eyes.

You can try to walk. But an uneasy feeling will rise at every step. Like something clenching at your throat.]

This is what every fish I've ever pan-fried feels like...

It hurt. Not indescribably, not more than she could handle. She'd been through worse in her life - though back then she could heal from it almost as quickly as it came, depending on the origin of the attack. This time, she couldn't do anything. She didn't know what it was, where it came from. She didn't even really know why it was happening.

Even as she tried to shield her eyes she felt like long simmering water was rushing over her skin, turning alabaster into boiled leather. ]

Musa-SHIII! [ She clamped her mouth closed, teeth grinding together, fully aware that her cry went from low and angry to pained and high-pitched. She would not scream. She would not fall mere victim to some stupid technologically induced anomaly. It was all fake. Everything was fake. This wasn't real...this couldn't be real...God it felt real.

It felt too real.

What if it is real? ]

NEKU? SEIFER? SQUALL!

[At first it isn't the pain that wakes him up. Or even his panicked partner shaking him. It's a memory.

He dreams of one thing more then anything else when it comes to the Game. Not anyone dying. Not waking up in the same place over and over.

It's getting shot. He dreams about that a lot. And one major thing about that memory hits him in a surprising way- Joshua had shot him from point-blank range. And bullets burn. That smell, more then the pain, that he remembers. Scent is the core of recall, after all.

It is the burned-pork reek that finally pulls him from unconsciousness, shrieking in both real and remembered pain, clutching his chest. Shitshitshit this isn't a *dream*!

He jerks up, trying to beat out invisible flames]

Sh-shit... where....?!

Fifteen minutes, huh?

[ He stares down at the device in his hands and had pulled out his D-T to help keep track of time. No one who has ever entered one of these places has ever come out looking alright. Dante comes to mind with his broken arm and burnt up body. ]

I swear... if anything happens to any of you...

[ He shakes his head and sticks close to the Dark field. Something might come out of it and he has to be ready for that. He ended up tucking Kotemon under his arm as well to keep him from doing something stupid. ]

Th-they'll be okay. They're strong. They can handle this, right Squall?

[ Squall just stays silent as he paces around outside of the field. ]

[ He'd listened to Alex's recaps of the Dark Fields, so he's prepared for something bad to happen, imagined or not. And happen it does. The blinding light assaults him, and it feels like he tripped and fell into one of the lava pools in the Fire Cavern.

He keeps calm though, mostly because he wouldn't be able to forgive himself if he panicked. Sure, he wasn't a SeeD, but he wasn't some chicken-wuss or puberty boy. Tons of people had gone into the Dark Fields. They came out a little worse for wear, but they all survived; he would, too. Trying to pretend like his flesh wasn't on fire: ]

Where the hell are you two dumbasses?

[It's like a vacuum. Even though nothing can be seen, in any direction, screams and calls are swallowed up, and no echoes answer. Sound? What's that? Walking will not produce footsteps. The ground itself is less like ground and more like glass.

Walking, there is nothing. No one. Except...

There has to be something. What else would be causing that itching, on your arms, your legs, your back. The burns are one thing, but this...as if attacked by a wild animal, sudden slashes cover the Chosen. Shallow at first, and then deeper, deeper. Along with the feeling that something wants them gone, immediately.

The silence isn't always pervasive. If they try to walk or not, eventually, after a short time of this assault, a quiet hiss will take root in their ears, growing until it forms words.

They are the words of familiar voices, someone the Chosen knows...but it is not words of comfort or joy. It's a phrase, something the Chosen has heard, something that hurts, repeating over and over and over. With every word, a new slash, a new burn.

The field is relentless.]

You'll come crawling back...

What?

You'll come crawling back...you ungrateful bitch

Who is that?

[ Roze spun around, hopping back on her heels and holding one arm over her face, the other flinging out, hand clawed. Eventually she forced herself to stand straight, hands falling to her sides balled into fists as burns curled across her skin in snail trails of virulent red. ]

COME SAY IT TO MY FUCKIN' FACE!

You'll come crawling back...nothing you do changes anything.

[ Slashes came on syllables and she hunched, putting one leg back and grounding herself solidly, ignoring the heat of tears welling in her eyes, the trembling of muscles under skin as she quivered like a horse that caught a wolf scent. ]

Nothing you do changes anything...

[ She broke off into a run, screaming at nothing, stumbling over nothing as she leaped towards the voices - voices everywhere - rage boiling bile bitter in her throat as her fists slammed against nothing. Screaming felt better. Fighting back was better than just taking it like a bitch, listening to those words so full of hate and working so hard to break her down. She would never disappear. She would never let "them" tell her she didn't matter. Never again. ]

Nothing you do changes anything; you'll come crawling back, you ungrateful bitch...

Shut up! SHUT UP! SHUT UP! SHUT UP!

Nothing you do. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. You're nothing. You ungrateful bitch. You're nothing.

[ All she had to do was stop the voice... ]

[Most people, in a Dark Field, heard every cruel word, every discarded feeling, every hurtful action from their lives. And at first Neku does too- he has plenty to choose from. But in his mind most of those were almost like things meant for someone else. The person he was before the Game. Some of them, maybe even many of them, deserved in a lot of ways.

He even hears his own voice a few times, hissing in his ears. Every hateful thought and word he'd said to others that were nothing but shameful now. He snarls at the voice, snapping up Terri and running to escape them.

But the phrase that ends up repeating and taking over the others is different. Older and buried much deeper. Innocuous to anyone else but himself. A young voice. Younger then him ~~or at least the Him Of Now, not the Him Of Then~~ and bright, happy.]

Don't worry, I'll be there. The mural wall, right? Make sure to wait for me, okay?

[At that voice he froze, ignoring the growing gashes, or the weak echoing attempts at Terri to speak to him. This hurt more then any mean word. This sliced deep into the core of every cruel action he made after.

He didn't notice when he started to cry, shaking his head frantically as if he could toss the voice away physically. He thought he had mostly forgotten what it sounded like.]

Wait for me, okay?

[ He impatiently stares down at the D-terminal as if that might help speed up the time. Seriously it hasn't been that long yet and yet it feels like it's been hours. Kudamon was trying to comfort Squall while he continued the pace around and kick at things with his boots.

This was all he could do. Stand and wait. Stand and wait. This was pathetic. ]

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