Abilities (Digimon/Non)

[Frisk E. Coyote]

"Eh. No offense taken." Viz casually waved ------'s correction aside, "I'm awesome, not perfect." He joked, grinning broadly. He was excited about disabling the chip inside him and then digging it out with any means necessary- with a fork if he had to! It was really irritating, and sometimes, just activated and induced a world of hurt for a few seconds. It worked, but it was faulty, and the humans didn't really care as long as it mussed him up good.

"Relaaax hothead, you'll be able to burn stuff again, we promise!" Viz assured the impatient teenager. "And if it doesn't work..." His body grew all of a sudden, his muscles expanded all over as he grew taller, a dull blade coming out the top of his snout, a powerful eight-pack now adorned his abdomen proudly. The finishing touches were a pair of white draconic wings and a gray X on his front. He had shifted to ExVeemon. "Blammo!"

Viz flexed proudly so even the muscles on his back and glutes rippled tightly, his biceps rock hard and ready to be worshipped (by himself). He could be so vain sometimes, but it was really just a joke he's pulling on himself to deal with the fear of being someone else's property, after the way his tamer treated him for years. His bicycle shorts threatened to tear and fall off, but they stretched nicely and accommodated his new size well, though the bulge his dragonhood made down the spandex covering his inner thigh threatened to peek out the leg hole, it kept him modest enough.

"I've got more than enough natural strength in this form to break your collars so you can make a run for it. Eh, it's crude, but at least you'll have your powers, eh?" Viz chuckled.

Terry looked at the blue, ripped dragon in the room, blinking a few times, before he meeped and looked away, finding out he had been gawking like an idiot. Why did that blue guy keep doing that? Terry liked big, buff guys. Heck, he even liked women who were butch! But did the meathead really have to flex?

"That's nice." Jag interrupted Viz's gun show, "But what about you? If use too much physical strength, the chip inside you will detect it assume something's fishy, incapacitating you with pain while it alerts the guards."

Viz scratched his cheek then shrugged. "We'll think of somethin'. Or if not, just leave me behind, I don't mind. I just wish they made the pancakes a little less runny. And brown. I like pancakes." He grinned at them all a little nervously, but cleared his throat. "Anyway... Let's hope this works." He shrank back down to his Flamedramon form and leaned over to type on his laptop. "I'll run the program. ------, you can do the hooking up! This'll only take a few minutes," He winked at ------, "I promise."