Warring Parrellels

[Frisk E. Coyote]

Haxx watched as Drake almost tore himself apart before he went down, his expression was one of annoyance rather than shock. Tutting and shaking his head, he drew a card from his electronic deck-holder and slid it against a slot on his wrist-mounted device. "Card slash, Rejuvenate." He murmured, squatting right next to the psychic's body. The wounds on Drake's being glowed bright green, before they faded away into little green pluses, not even leaving any scars. This was why he considered himself the real team medic, though he only had a limited number of these cards with him, the team was pretty good, and he rarely ever needed to use them. The card had no effect on Drake's clothes however, and though his blood had been replenished, the blood on his skin and clothes was still there.

"You ever read the mind of a Digimon before, human?" Haxx said in a deadly calm tone, not caring whether he was still unconscious or not, as he was basically leaving him a data playback for when he was capable of registering it again.

Unlike Goro and Kole, Haxx was more... aggressive... and cruel toward humans. He was a rather speciesist individual to begin with, having been raised and programmed with the mindset that digital beings were superior to 'orgas' (organics), it wasn't until a few years ago that the war between them and the humans had him unite with the others of his kind (from their dimension) to go against them. He did not accept Kole, Frisk, or Goro at first, but he had learned a lot from them (being the youngest at the time), and learned to respect organics. He held a special hatred toward humans though... he does not exactly remember why, because he had deleted the memory from his data because it had been too... could he say 'painful'? Digimon had a different spectrum of emotions to organics. Similar, but different.

"We're data, man. Like those old school computers you humans have, we can share our data if you can access us, and we can choose what data to show you, and what not to show you... but we can't falsify data. What sucks about being a Digimon? Well, we're great and all, but we can't tell a lie if our lives depended on it." He hissed, the last sentence dripped with poison. Why did that sentence make Haxx seethe with hatred all of a sudden? It wasn't like Drake had taken advantage of that or anything. He couldn't remember.

Goro entered last, after Kail and Frisk, making sure he protected their backs. He was not pleased at the slightest at the sight of Drake's bloodied body and clothes. "What have you done?" He glared at Haxx, who was the closest and the one with the most motive to harm a human.

Haxx shrugged his shoulders. "Nuttin'. Fed him some information. He freaked out like any rookie psychic an-" He was cut off by a sudden pain on his exposed torso, which he clutched with both arms. His flesh had been wounded, his green, digital grid exposed, he bared his fangs at his fellow reptile. Goro's hand was on the hilt of Force of Nature, but as usual, the Digimon had not been able to track his movements at all. Goro was also too far to have attacked him! It didn't make sense!

"I warned you." The raptor growled, letting out a reptilian, rattling hiss. "You know I do not bluff. The next time this happens, I will lop something off." He growled, picked Drake up, and jerked his head to get Kail to follow. He was going to have to clean Drake up now and give him some army fatigues to wear, and maybe something for Kail too, who seemed pretty dirtied by smoke from the fires and debris. He was trembling a little though. The sight of Drake bloodied and on the ground with Haxx crouched over him had brought back memories he did not wish would resurface. He had promised that he could protect them from anything, but he could not protect them from themselves. All the strength, the training, the skill- all the hardships, and he was still inadequate enough to protect people.

Haxx did not feel pain like organics did, but he had been surprised. He was already standing upright and examining the gaping slash on his chest. He did not have internal organs, or blood, so instead, there was a black void with a green grid taking the shape of his body underneath, like a frame.

Frisk sighed and put his voodoo hat away, putting on a doctor's head reflector and stethoscope.

"No- don't you dare- I can do it myself-" The digimon grunted, not wanting to be treated by a Toon, he fumbled with his deck-holder, but Frisk had zipped around him and practically mummified him in bandages, making him lay splayed on the ground in a full body cast. He no longer felt injured- and it DID NOT COMPUTE- but he shut his eyes and sighed, looking up at Kole with a pitiful expression that said "I totally deserved it, didn't I?"