Warring Parrellels

[Frisk E. Coyote]

The Digimon smirked as he felt Drake access the information he was processing- or what organics called 'thinking', looking back at the human out of the corner of his eye. It amused him the way most psychics had the urge to follow their instincts, making them somewhat predictable. Once he felt the nibble on his bait, he started putting together a huge lump of informative data just outside what would be considered his 'mind', that way, it wouldn't be read before it was ready. He was, after all, a being of pure data, and being data, he could easily manipulate the data he had on him. The lump of data he put together held information on their worlds; Digital, Toon and Physical. It would tell the psychic about all the denizens who had 'special' characteristics, like powers, or unnatural abilities, or even the Toons' physics, and it would tell him how these denizens were punished or incarcerated, as well as prevented from auto-expiring before their sentences were served. There were methods to counteract and even nullify many, many individual abilities- but Haxx focused on Psychics.

There was information on how an electronic collar, how it was built, how it functioned, and how it worked. Thoughts, memories, cognition... it was all just minute, electric currents sent from the brain and through the synapses. When activated, the collars disturbed these electric currents, making it very hard to focus or concentrate on using heir willpower, thus, making the use of telekinetic or telepathic powers almost impossible to use. It was not completely impossible, but it sure was darn hard. When the compilation of data was done, Haxx uploaded it to his 'thoughts', where Drake could easily pick it up as a tiny memory- that would basically unpack all this information into his brain when he received it. Haxx had a twisted sense of humor, and considered crushing the hopes and wills of 'feisty' people- organic, data, toon- human or otherwise- to be pretty darn funny. He folded his arms behind his head and whistled Whistle While You Work as he descended.

Frisk watched as Drake squeezed the plush version of himself until it broke, and immediately started considering what was funnier to say. You break it you bought it, or no refunds? He scratched his chin, but when he saw the human's expression, he pouted cutely. It was in his nature as a Toon to dislike it when people were sad, or frightened. Toons preferred it when everyone was happy. Heck- he preferred it if they were angry or annoyed rather than sad or frightened. The coyote cleared his throat and put on a grass hat with a cartoonish skull and feathers on it, and raised a plush doll of Haxx, waving it around and making ghostly noises, before he produced a rather shiny pin, the pointy tip twinkling audibly. He turned the plushy Haxx over so it's rump was up, and grinned, shoving the pin into it's butt.

There was a very loud "YEEEOW!!", in what was unmistakably Haxx's voice, that came from the trap door, followed by the sound of a lithe body crashing down (after letting go of a ladder, no doubt), and a pained groan.

Goro had entered Musou, 'The Art of Nothingness'. Literally translated as 'a state of blank mind', Musou was learned by disciples of the school of the Wargod Splitter style of swordsmanship as a base prerequisite to put themselves in a state of thoughtlessness and absence of emotion. Without unnecessary thoughts, they can focus more, increasing their senses dramatically and improving their awareness. The absence of emotions allowed them to make their moves more rationally, rather than emotionally, making for precise and calculated actions that are never wasted. Their faces are also made blank, making it hard to predict their moves, and though it was never intended to, the state of Musou seems to prevent psychics from reading their minds properly.

Right now, the raptor was alert. His warrior instincts told him they was not alone. An added effect of not having any emotions was being hypersensitive to others, from malice and killing intent, to joy and sorrow. From these emotions, Goro could predict what his enemies would do next, but it also made him vulnerable to Kail's helplessness and Drake's fear.

"I assure you, neither of you will be sold in the sex slave industry." Goro said quietly, addressing both the humans. "Like humans, there are those among my people who detest slave trading. They find it vile, and savage, and as you are both quite young, there is a higher probability that you will be purchased by one of these people, to be set free. I am not saying or promising that you will, so do not raise your hopes, for I do not want to give you false faith. I am simply stating may, or may not happen." The raptor said, rather coolly. He was currently a slave-captor, that much was true, but he wasn't one by choice. He detested every moment he spent collecting slaves, and he detested the idea of carnal lust and greed spawning the need for humans, especially ones not even in their prime, to be sold for sex. "Now please, enter the bunker so I can keep you both safe. Watch your step. Haxx seems to have fallen."

Meanwhile, underground, the blue and white lizard grumbled to himself as he rubbed his rump. Somehow, he knew the Toon had done something, but he was no longer in a foul mood. Instead, he decided to go check on their furry companion, genuinely concerned about the monkey as, well, as far as Carbon Based Lifeforms went, Kole was much easier to talk to than Goro, who was old fashioned, did not like guns, or technology, and was kind of a bossy prick. He wasn't even the leader! They had agreed that the team did not need a leader, as everyone was perfectly capable of doing their own thing. -Except maybe Frisk, who had to be supervised, but even the Toon did his parts when they needed him to. Kole was the better choice. He was the 'normal' one.

"Kole, dude..." The tall, lean, blue and white-scaled dragon gently placed a three-fingered hand on the monkey's shoulder. "How're ya holdin' up?"

OOC: MONDO apologies for the length, guy and gal! X3