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"Yeah!" Riot cheered, but he didn't sound as enthusiastic as it looked like he was trying to be. His voice almost sounded strained. "Piece of cake, everybody! Way to g-" he coughed, sputtering up even more blood.
"Riot!"
[Amy] has gained Flaw [Irrational]
"This is... this is all YOUR FAULT!" Amy snapped, kicking Monodramon between his tiny legs. The Small Dragon Digimon was sent flying across the room, and fell to the floor with a splish. "If you weren't so scared of the damn elevator, maybe none of this would've happened and Riot would be okay!"
"Babe, chill, I'm fine-"
"No you're not! And you!" She turned to Wizardmon, seething with rage. "Are you sure you can't heal him, or is Gary the only one of us you actually GIVE A SHIT ABOUT ANYMORE?!"
Wizardmon's eyes widened. "I- I don't understand-"
"What if it was me, huh? How do you think my brother would feel? You'd care enough to heal me, right?"
"Now- Amy, Amy," Gary stammered. "Let's all just- take a second to calm down-"
"No, I will not calm down!"
GulusGammamon, Shoutmon whispered into the back of his own mind. Please, tell me you can heal him.
The spirit thought for a moment. I can't say I don't have an idea, but there's still a chance it's not gonna be pretty. Do you trust me?
Amy continued to cry. "I can't believe you! What happened to the Magimon that was so afraid of what he might become when he Digivolved?!" After a moment of stunned silence, the girl ran off in tears, kicking up the water at her feet and trailing it out the door.
With every line of code in my body.
Shoutmon's vision went dark.
The way he strode with purpose towards Wizardmon and snatched the hat off his head without saying a word- it was as if Shoutmon truly had lost control to GulusGammamon. But he didn't feel afraid. Something had to be done, and if Wizardmon wasn't going to do it, then he would. He rattled the hat, brim aimed at the floor, hoping to pull out the infamous rabbit.
Charm check: DC d̶͙̪͇̟͍̊̉́͗̉s̶̛͕̥̞̝̳͆̽̌̏̇́̔̆̚͝g̵̰͔͌́̈́̀̀͝b̷̥̟̝̮̓d̵͉͉̈̅̀̌̈́͜f̷̧̺̓̅̈͆͆͊͛͘j̴̡̟͈͗̀͗̄̍̎̿̈́̾̄͐̕͠͝͠b̷̯͇̃̂͒̂̏͊̊̉̈̐̈́́̔͘͝n̵̟̫̫̠̋̆̓̈́̎̒̔̀̿̽̆ 1
GulusShoutmon - Charm - 3
The pink rabbit Digimon- Cutemon- fell out of the hat with a thud into Riot's lap. The boy winced, but Shoutmon blocked it out. It would all be over soon.
I̶̞͝'̸̞͝m̶̃ͅ ̶͙͗n̷̩͋ȏ̴̬ẗ̷̘ ̸̜͋"̵̫̓g̴͍̔o̴͖͛ď̸̼m̴̡̄o̴̼͋d̶͍̃d̵̬͗i̴̳̔n̴̹̓g̷̣͋"̵̢͊
̶̰̈Ĩ̵͔'̶̖̓v̴̺̾e̸͔̍ ̵̯̑b̴̖͝e̸̝̓e̶̗̋n̵͓̏ ̵̥͗p̸͔̀l̴͈̿a̷̬̚ÿ̴̫î̶̻n̵̲͗g̸̛̘ ̷̨̆c̷̰͌ò̷̝ṁ̶̙p̷͔̈́l̴̮͛ë̶̪́t̵̼̃e̶̼͆l̵̇ͅẙ̴͇ ̷̫̌f̶̢͊a̸̙͛ȋ̶̳r̵̜̄ ̸̣̐ǘ̶ͅp̷̥͝ ̸͇̓u̶̧͆n̸̗͆ṱ̴̒i̵̹͊l̷͎͆ ̵͙̿ṋ̷̄o̸͇̒w̸̟̑
̴̼̎I̵̝͌ ̵̗́ǰ̵̳ū̸̩s̵̱̎t̸̨͑ ̵̜̑c̴̰͠a̴̻͌n̵̫͌'̴̦̕ț̷͘ ̸̥͒a̴͖̕f̴͉̒f̸̼̃o̷̥͌ȑ̴̠d̷̪̑ ̶̥̚t̴̹͒ȏ̴͇ ̸̬̊f̷̤̒ḁ̴̍į̶̑l̴͇͝ ̵̦͝ṭ̷͌h̷̟͝î̷̻s̵̟̈́
Shoutmon placed a hand on Cutemon's head. "Gulus Realm Burst."
Charm check: DC variable
Contesting Grit roll - Cutemon - ERROR
GulusShoutmon - CharmGrit - 9999
Ï̶̳͖̖̇͋f̶̣̏̀̋ ̶̖̌̓̀y̴̮̆́̂ö̶̺ͅû̵̮̱͍͑̕ ̶͎̿̾̚m̴̬̭͋͝ā̵͖̲̀̈k̴͈̎͊̌ḛ̶̥̉́̈́ ̴̛̗̅͜ͅm̶̺̒̈́͜e̴̜͙̐̚ ̶̡̾̃ȑ̵̢͉̫o̴̺̍ͅͅľ̶̳͈͘̚l̴̤̖͐͌̕ ̶͎̩̹̈́f̷̜̉̍͠õ̴͗͜ṟ̴͎͎̀ ̶͚͖̀͝t̸̩͆h̷͓͍̎́i̴̟̙͑s̶͎̾͝,̴̙̃ ̶̧͔̻̓̋a̸͍͌̋̀n̸̜̫͌̏d̴̥̖̠̽͆̚ ̴̢̐́͗h̵̙̓͂ě̸͔͛ ̴̤̫͍̑d̶͖̿̀͂i̶̹͑̏e̶̜̠̥͊s̴̘͗̔,̵̧̦͛
Į̴̛͚̰̹̩̥̘̜̆̂̈̈́̄̈́̐̒̑́̀̈́͜͝ ̵̡͈͖͕̮̗̲͚̰̱̳͙͉͖̎̓̌ḁ̸̡̨̛̙͎̮̘̊̓̈͒͐̀́́̓̀̈̂͜͠m̷̡̧͍̦̱̮̙̬̱̭̮̺͐͒́͑͊̄̆̀́̈͗͆̒͐̕ ̸̛̯͗̏͐̀̀͋̚̕G̸͖̳̅̈̈́̾̿̊̐̐̈͐͂͝Ö̸̧̱̪̲́͋͆̋̉̑̚͝͝I̷̧͛̈́͂͑̈̉͛͒͊̓͒͑̓̅͘N̶͇̭̱̖̍͗͆͐̿́̐͊̑̇̂͝͠G̴̡͕͚̠͙̭͓͙̗͔͓͎͕̲͔̀̒̀̉̽́͘ ̴̡̢̛̼͖͕̳̯͓̞̦̀̀̄̈́͜͠ͅṬ̸̼̫̭̱̰̘̙̌́̏̍̀͗̈O̶̧̡̡͍̣̙̻̬͖͙̻̪̯̐̊̋͛́̿͘͝ͅ ̶̨͚͉̜̘̖͕̮̉͋͂̃̽̓͊̄̈͌̎̈́̚͜͝K̶̭̟̬̱̪̯̳͉̪̣͖͉̊̑͒̀̀̾͊̐͐͂̉̕͘͝ͅI̶͖̼̭̺̰̤̳̎̔L̷̝͎͕̪͚̝̙̮̼̉̑̀͘ͅͅL̴̠͓͚̔͆̍̌͒̊̑͑͐̐͛͒͋͋̊͜ͅ ̷̟̦͒̓̑̓̔̒͌̾̐Y̴̜̠̬̹̺͙̥̞̑̋̄̀͆̂̋̾O̶̬̘̲͓͛̍͗͋̈̔͊͑͋̃̑̚͝ͅƯ̵̵̢̧̢̻͙̪̗̭̩̟̻͕̥̹̫̮̣͕͎̙̻̲̙͚̐̇̅̓̏̃͐̽͛̓͐̔͗̆̈̌̔̈̂̚
Cutemon was suddenly engulfed in cerulean flames, turning his fur pitch black, and his eyes a piercing red.
"Heal him." Shoutmon snarled.
Cutemon didn't say anything, simply readjusting himself in Riot's lap and placing his paws on the boy's chest. As Cutemon used his Healing Glow ability, color slowly returned to his form, taking the required energy from the GRB Factor itself. However, when said energy ran out, the job was not yet done. Inspecting the remainder of the wound, Shoutmon sighed. "Well, at least it's reversed any lethal damage." His eyes abruptly shifted to Cutemon, glaring daggers. "Now scram!"
Cutemon bolted for the door, the pitter-patter of his feet amplified by the splashing of the water that still coated the floor. However, as his vision returned, Shoutmon wasn't far behind the little rabbit. He could finally feel some sense of beat coming from Amy since the fight had ended, but it sounded... menacing. Angry. Vengeful. It reeked of hate. Of death.
Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, as they say~
Shoutmon took off after his partner.
Heads up, JD C-J
I'm a dead girl walking
Can't hide from me
I'm a dead girl walking
So here's your final bell
It's one more dance, and then farewell
"You have... no right doing what you-"
The doors leading into C-J's office swung open violently.
Cheek to cheek in HELL with a dead girl walking!