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Beelzebumon (132) has posed:
     Aaaah, the Gravity Badlands. Where Up is Sideways and Down is Schizophrenic.

     The perfect vacation spot for people who just wanna say 'Fuck physics!'

     Compared to the Digital World's insanity though, this is /almost/ normal (I'm looking at you, wacky city that goes /sideways/ down the face of a chasm), but the keyword is almost, as even at it's worst, the Digital World didn't get quite this stomache-churningly messed up in terms of spatial relations. Still, the view is FANTASTIC, as Beelzebumon is enjoying as he reclines back on a lawn chair with a beer in his hand.

     On a giant floating chunk of earth in the sky.

     Upside down.

Duke has posed:
Duke said he was going to track down Beelzebumon this time and he meant it! The Guilmon X was putting those hunting skills to work in order to locate the Demon Lord Digimon. This eventually lead him though to a very confusing place, where everything was a bit--- off. It was confusing actually, but with a jump one way meant going side ways, and another went going upside down, then running around a rock face as if side suddenly meant normal.

Duke was never very sure if his miss stepped around here that it meant falling flat on his face, or head, maybe even tail. Worse part was, the whole time he was thinking 'Gee, it be great to fly, but that form is to hard for me to hold and /to big/'. Ah well, he'll make do.

He does eventually find Beelzebumon though and stare at him, upside down, or was he upside down. He lost track actually. "Beelzebumon!" The Guilmon X calls up to him, those gold eyes staring directly at the Demon Lord. "I am here to talk!"

Beelzebumon (132) has posed:
     With one final chug of his booze, Beelzebumon looks up, to finding Duke upside down (from his perspective anyway), staring down at him. His eyes light up and his mouth contorts into a wide grin, "Oh hey Lizardface! I was wondering when you'd finally--" /BELCH/ "--Oh, pardon moi, track me down. Just give me a moment."

     Then as he stands, he takes the beer can and sets it against the side of his head, before crushing it against his skull. Then he whips his arm back and chucks it out into the sky, where it gets caught in the gravity of another floating landmass and begins to orbit it like a mimiature satellite.

     "Man, I bet daredevils could pull off some mind-bendingly sick tricks in this place. Provided they could figure out which way up was at any time."

     Then he tenses his legs and leaps up, inverting in mid-leap to land right-side up in front of Duke.

     Well, sort of anyway. he is skewed about 25 degrees off to one side.

     "What can I do for ya, firebreath?"

Duke has posed:
Duke watches the can take orbit around something else, before at last Beelzebumon comes down to join him, though he tilts his head only faintly at the fact he isn't exactly straight... or is he? Like, is he not the one who is straight? The thought causes him to huff out a bit of smoke from his nostrils from the mild madness of this place. "I am sure some daredevil probably has figured it or... or maybe crashed so badly they gave up. Maybe you should try it some time." The Guilmon X says to Beelzebumon's own statement about daredevils in this area.

Duke steps back a bit and his tail flicks gently. Those gold eyes narrow as he tries to think of how to word this and he even tenses up a bit. "I want to be a worthy rival to you... I also know you hold answers to my best... and I know, deep down, we knew one another, but not on the best of terms. I am... pretty sure that is why you still see me as a rival, even though," He looks at his own claws, "Even though I know I am no where good as you."

The Guilmon X lowers his head, but those eyes stayed locked with Beelzebumon's. There is that look, that warrior look, that look of defiance and strength wrapped into one past those youthful eyes. "No human or anything can train me correctly. Doran has his own problems... that leaves you."

Guilmon X raises up his head, the look remains and those ear fins stay steady. "I need you to help train me. To push me. You don't degenerate, there has to be a reason why. I need to become like that as well."

Beelzebumon (132) has posed:
     "I don't degenerate because I have become strong enough to maintain this for more or less on a permanent basis," Beelzebumon replies with a shrug, "That's how it is for all Digimon. It's like the difference between a marathon runner and a sprinter. Sprinters burn all their energy in a dead run, but the long distance runners know all sorts of tricks to conserve their energy, plus they have higher stamina thanks to training."

     As he speaks, he places his arms behind his back and begins to pace. Right up a wall.

     "You used to be able to hold your true form indefinitely like me, but I imagine that a lot of your stamina is locked up in the same place as your memories and your real power."

     Then he begins to pace down the wall again as he raises his hand to scratch the back of his head, "As for your request... I can certainly /push/ you, but I don't do the whole 'training' thing. The closest you're gonna get out of me is to fling yourself at me repeatedly and try to puzzle out what you're doing wrong after you shake the stars from your eyes."

Duke has posed:
Duke watches Beelzebumon pace up the wall and then back down the wall. His tail flicks as he analyzes what the Demon Lord has to say and a heavy snarl appears on his muzzle for a moment to some of the wording as his own thoughts silently curse at his own condition. He at last snorts to the side as his ear fins go back as he narrows his eyes. "I should have been able to beat you the first time." He says as he steps forward.

"At least come to a draw!" He says with even more determination in his voice, his next step has him going slightly side ways. "If it takes me being beat senselessly. If it takes me having to be barely beat to the brink of death to... to..." Duke snarls again, before his eyes narrow sharply, with a flicker of blue in them. "To remember! Then so be it! But your the best shot I have!"

"Because I'm tired of being haunted by something I can't control!!" He roars out as he then leaps straight at Beelzebumon, however gravity takes effect and yanks him another way, his feet claws skid across the side of the wall, as flames build up around his muzzle, "I am tired of feeling like a criminal and not understanding why!!" Those flames build up, before he at last blasts a fire ball right at Beelzebumon.

Beelzebumon (132) has posed:
     Beelzebumon doesn't even move as Duke lunges for him, only to watch the dino go careening off in another direction... but then he quirks an eye at the comment about feeling like a criminal.

     Before he can ponder those words, the fireball blazes out towards him forcing him to draw back his fist and punch the gout of flame and disperse it.

     Then slowly he draws back his still smoking and charred hand and strokes his chin thoughtfully, "Criminal you say? Can't say I know what /that's/ about. Must have been something that happened after the last big battle we had in the old world. I do have a suspicion though..."

     Then he grins as he drops into a combat stance, "But that, like a lot of things, is just something you'll have to /earn/ by fighting me!"

     And then he leaps into the air and... away from duke? Only to have gravity whip him back around in an impossible way to give the X Digimon a swift boot to the chin!

     Looks like someone was goofing off earlier with the wonky gravity here before a certain dino arrived. Probably /was/ doing all sorts of daredevil stunts before he settle down for his beer.

Duke has posed:
The boot comes to his chin and Duke grunts as the sheer force knocks him head over heels, and then right of the ground! He goes one way, and then lands against a small rock, not that far from Beelzebumon, before those pupils thin out. "Grr! Fine! I'll bite it out of you!" He shoves off the rock surface and then lands down on the ground, before leaps back up again, he can feel the gravity force trying to yank him another way.

He twirls his body to work with it, as he builds up flames in his maw again, before blasting out two more in the direction of the much greater tiered Digimon. Why he hadn't digivolved yet was anyone's guess, but those eyes were looking a bit on the edge of being primal.

Beelzebumon (132) has posed:
     Gravity giveth and gravity taketh away.

     With practiced ease, Beelzebumon thrusts out his fist once more to punch the incoming fireballs, only to have the flames vier wildly, with one arcing up to curve around his arm and brush past his ear, while the other suddenly angles down and slams into his foot. With a surprised yelp, he hops up and down on one foot as he beats out the flames on the other with both hands, "Yeowch! Hot foot! Hot foot!"

     Once his foot is no longer on fire, he settles back down and snorts, "Ya know, you aren't gonna get very far against me by just sticking to your child form... but if you wanna challenge yourself..." He shrugs dismissively before scooping a rock off of the ground and gauging trajectory with his other hand, eyeballing his shot.

     Then with a forceful whip of his arm, he throws the puck-sized stone into the sky and watches as it bounces off a wall, circles around one of the many floating pieces of earth, and then arcs back down to bean Duke in the back of the head.

Duke has posed:
Duke sneers, "That is because I don't always have control over it! I can't always warp when I want too! Only when there is a large enough threat!" He admits with frustration in his voice. However when the rock beans him in the back of the head, he yelps and loses his foot, and goes falling to the left actually before seeming to splash into some water pond that was gently rolling down a hill upside down.

There was a flash of light in that pond however and what comes out next wasn't the child Digimon, but Duke's adult form, leaping right out and his maw wide open with those razor teeth and his draconic-dino eyes down to thin slits. Wild, furious, frustrated, it was all there.

Yet gravity here was a cruel place it would seem, just as he gets so close to chomping at Beelzebumon, it yanks him another way and send him sailing for the area near by, where he has to flip himself around in order to land on his feet. His white man bristles as he snarls, before he lets out a roar in anger toward the Demon Lord, his claws of his glowing with burning plasma light.

Duke runs to the right, before leaping to a rock, running across it and then with a flip of his body, and a kick off another surface, he attempts to close the distance one more, striking out with those burning plasma claws.

Beelzebumon (132) has posed:
     "A big enough threat, eh?" Beelzebumon says with a smirk as he watches the pond that Duke fell into, only to see him erupt from the surface and charge him again... only to once more be thwarted mid leap by the gravity here, "I think I can provide that..."

     And then as Duke tries again to lunge at him with plasma-infused arm blades, the Demon Lord calmly raises his fingers to his lips and whistles loudly and sharply.

     And then with an angry growl, a black and steel machine comes lunging off a cliff to slam into Duke to deflect him away, before suddenly ramping off his body and skidding to a stop next to Beelzebumon.

     "I don't know if you remember, but this here is my means of transportation, my partner in crime, and the only thing in this world I have ever considered to be a true comrade. Behemoth." He gives the hellish motorcycle a pat on the handlebars, then swings his leg over and sets himself down on the seat, "And she's a little pent up right now, seeing as the last time I fought you, I told her to stay on the sidelines. She likes to be in the thick of things almost as much as I do, and she's /very/ eager to reintroduce herself to one of her favorite chewtoys."

Duke has posed:
Duke's strike gets knocked aside and the Growlmon X slides back, his claws digging into the ground as he snarls up at the bike. His eyes narrow and he snorts smoke from his nostrils. "Chewtoy THIS!" Is only Duke's reply with that now aggressive voice of his as his eyes flicker blue before he blasts out a magma flame right for the both of them, though gravity seems to be having fun with it as it curls it around attempting to shift its entire form.

What is the real shame is that it seems the Growlmon X has no memory of the bike, beyond perhaps in passing of recent times, so maybe it is a good way to introduce him to another hellish problem he may have dealt with so long ago.

Beelzebumon (132) has posed:
     Beelzebumon grins fiercely at Duke's reply and throttles up Behemoth's engine, before taking his foot off the brakes. Rather than try to avoid the flames he chooses instead to challenge them head on, diving into the scorching blast as he tears off towards his foe.

     As he emerges from the inferno, singed and burn with flames still vainly clinging to his body, he twists Behemoth's handles to one side and goes into horizontal skid as he aims himself and his machine towards Duke's feet, aiming to sweep them right out from under him.

Duke has posed:
The Growlmon X attempts to avoid, but isn't quick enough. The bike easily flips him right off his feet and instead of just falling over, he instead goes sideways, before going up into a near by meadow above Beelzebumon. He attempts to pick himself back up and snarls, as soon has he leaps though, he flails before getting pulled to the right and rolling along a wall.

Unlike Beelzebumon who had a chance to feel this place out, it would seem Duke isn't having much luck, worse-- like this-- Duke isn't exactly the brightest either. More primal then actual thinking and pron to sudden bursts of destructive rage the more frustrated he becomes--- the more desperate even.

The mane bristles as he snarls as he gets back up on his feet once more. He teeth clench tightly before he roars out which nearly shakes the area around him. "Is that the best you got, Demon Lord! I'll tear you apart!!" With a predatory screech, Duke attempts to go after Beelzebumon, by trying to pick what seems like the best path, only to find himself being yanked away by the gravity in another direction and colliding into a piece of floating rock.

Beelzebumon (132) has posed:
     Fighting Beelzebumon on foot and fighting him astride his hellish machine are two entirely different things, as the sheer mobility the motorcycle provides him allows him to close the range or pull back with great ease.

     ANd he fully intends to make use of that extra speed he has.

     Up walls and and across cliff faces Behemoth goes, even winding up more than a few times driving on the underside of overhangs, always forever staying out of reach tauntingly, leading Duke on a merry chase as Beelzebumon calls back with a smirk, "What's a matter lizardface? Can't keep up? Too bad!"

     Then he pulls out one of his trusty Berenjenas and snaps it up, taking aim at one of Duke's non-vital areas before firing off a shot.

Duke has posed:
Duke roars out in anger and when the shot fires, he attempts to strike it down with his plasma claws, but the bullets are faster then his reacting time. So while his claws swing, the bullets pass by and slam into his shoulder. He lets out a yelp in pain and gets knocked off his feet by the impact force.

Worse he is thrown into a place in this gravity crazy land where gravity has no hold, trapped floating there for a bit as he struggles to move. His eyes flare brightly as he screeches out and flails, before huffing out some fire this way and that. It really was no good and kind of pathetic when he is to look back at this later.

Eventually the Growlmon X comes to stop and only huffs a bit as his eye twitches. There is a snarl, a roar in defiance, before noticing a tree branch that is swinging by connected to a tree. He reaches out with it with his claws. Attempting to take hold of it in order to pull himself out of this bind he got himself in. Yes thinking was good-- now if he just do more of it sometimes.

Beelzebumon (132) has posed:
     That sight is just too amusing for Beelzebumon, so he skids Behemoth to a stop for no other reason than so he can point and laugh, "Pfffthahaha! Oh man, look at you! Flailing around like a baby! Man, if I had been fighting to /kill/, you'd have been dead three times over now. You've been fighting the gravity here more than you've been fighting /me/!"

     Then he leans on the handlebars of Behemoth and smirks, "If you had better control over your evolutions, you could just jump to your Wargrowlmon form and use those rocket boosters to counteract all the twisting and pulling."

Duke has posed:
Once he gets a hold of he branch, he pulls himself in to the tree. Yes, a large six foot and half monster hanging from a tree, clinging to it really with his eyes narrowed, an annoyed look on his muzzle and those eyes glaring right at Beelzebumon as he mocks him.

One may even see Duke lipping his words back with a slight 'he he he' motion, before he sneers his teeth. He wanted to digivolve though, did he ever want to digivolve, but he didn't have the reserves up-- at least-- he didn't feel like he did. He pulled it off once but that was with enough energy stored to do so, this time though... he felt like he just /didn't/ have it in him.

The slow realization that this was a hopeless endeavor started to weigh on his mind. The Growlmon X closed his gold eyes as if wishing he would just Digivolve already, because Beelzebumon was also right-- he already be /dead/ if the Ultimate wanted it so. What if... what if that is what his dream was warning him? Hopelessness? Inability to do /anything/?

Yggdrasil would win... like he did in his nightmare...

His claws dug into the wood as he snarled out, before he roared loudly, "NEVER!!" It was hard to say what he was shouting never too. Beelzebumon or himself. Though the result is him leaping out, as an electrical display surged around him and his form started to data shift as the bits cold be seen flicking, shifting, within the light before it consumed him.

Then there was a massive wake of energy that flashed outward, as what hanged upside down was Medieval Dukemon's form with that cape bellowing out, before he gripped his hands tightly together, yet while he held the form, it could also be seen some destabilization in it, much like at the Bank so early on. "I wont... lose..." Those gold eyes snap open. "To you or to anyone! Not even my nightmares!" He pushes past the destabilization of his form, as he shoves off the rock, his hands extending out as wind and flames race around him, then bring his hands together, the raging fireball launches forward, being carried by the controlled winds right for Beelzebumon and his ride...

Beelzebumon (132) has posed:
     Beelzebumon smirks as he averts his eyes from the sudden flare of light and energy, then says, "Yeah, that's it, dig down and find that will to fight! Show me what you got dino--"

     He looks up, to see Duke not in his Wargrowlmon form, but having skipped straight to Ultimate.

     "Oh right, you can do that."

     And then suddenly FIREBALL.

     The blast knocks Beelzebumon on his ass and sends Behemoth careening, but even as he skids across the ground, he flips back onto his feet and grinds to a stop, "Oof, sometimes I forget that not every Digimon has to go through the stages in sequence... but hey, now I can stop goofing around and get a little serious."

     With that, he pulls out both of his beloved shotguns and snaps them up, before opening fire with one. Then he twists around and fires off with the second, using the strange gravity here to curve it.

     Then he spins again and fires a third, then a fourth, each time using the gravity to bank his shots so that Duke will have a hard time tracking and evading them all.

Duke has posed:
The Knight Ultimate moves between the rocks and ground, navigating himself around the well by feeling how they will rotate his body. When Beelzebumon starts to open fire, he does draw out his weapon, instead attempts to generate enough wind force like a shield to deflect the bullets as they come in, if not trying to evade them entirely.

Yet by design of Beelzebumon's shots, the a few bullets impact his Digi-chrome armor and a few shots do sink it, causing the knight to spiral a bit before sliding back on his feet looking upside down at Beelzebumon. His gold eyes flicker as he nearly staggers a step. "...Answer me this Beelzebumon! Is Yggdrasil still alive? Is he a threat still?"

The Medieval Dukemon then shoves off the ceiling to the ground at an angel as his cape bellows out from behind him, he crouches down with the cape expanding around him, before he shoves off right for Beelzebumon, his head rearing back into a fist as flames lick around his knuckles...

Beelzebumon (132) has posed:
     Beelzebumon quickly throws up his arms to block the flaming knuckle, but the impact of the blow is still enough to lift him off the ground and send him skywards, where he gets drawn into the gravity of one of the floating islands. With the gravity churning and twisting so much, even he has trouble with his landing and ends up coming down hard on one ankle, twisting it painfully.

     Seeking to cover his injury, he forces himself up and puts on a cocky grin, "Wish I could tell ya Dukey, but I haven't seen hide nor hair of him or his goons since I came to the Multiverse. Hell, up until you and your friend arrived, I just assumed that the only people to escape from the old world was us Demon Lords, and whatever tattered remains of our armies we managed to salvage when everything went to shit."

     Then he looks up at one of the floating boulders and grins, "But let's assume that he is still around and he's still a pompous ass of a diety, just to be on the safe side..."

     Then he crouches, and with his good foot, he leaps into the air towards the boulder and gives it a solid punch that sends it hurtling towards the knight, before firing a single shot into it that causes the boulder to shatter into foot long debris to pummel his foe.

Duke has posed:
Duke narrows his eyes as he winces a bit inside at the fact it felt like his body was screaming at him right now. He was pushing it, but if Beelzebumon was right, he could do this. He could push just as hard as the Demon Lord before him.

When Beelzebumon answer his questions, he narrows his eyes and then watches as the bolder is kicked his way, watching it shatter by the bullet. He activates his Halberd at last and tries to deflect a few, though one does slam right into his armored shoulder. He staggers back a step, almost taking a knee. "I ask... because I heard him in my dreams... I know it was him... he was chaining everything... even you. I think... he was even going after the Multiverse."

Duke then twirls the lance around, before spinning it around in a step, as he swings it up, five fireballs rocket forward, heading right for the Demon Lord. "Could he be a threat to the Multiverse /if/ he was alive?"

Beelzebumon (132) has posed:
     As the fireballs come hurtling out, Beelzebumon twists and whirls, spiraling himself through the barrage as the flames pass him by... at least until the fourth fireball slams him in the back and leaves him open for the fifth. Out of reflex, he twists again as he falls to land on his feet, only to crumple onto one knee as his ankle gives out, "Damn!"

     Thinking quick, he whistles for Behemoth, then holds out his hand as the hellish machine passes him by, grabbing the handlebar and yanking himself into the seat where his bad ankle won't be a factor.

     "Well, let's see, he unleashed a god damn army of mindless killing machines that could corrupt anything made of data just by mere proximity in order to wipe out an entire world of people save for his chosen few!"

     Then he whips around as he tears towards Duke, only to reach out with one hand to grab the knight by the neck.

     "So you tell me! Would a genocidal god be /any/ threat to the Multiverse?"

     And then he slams Duke facefirst into the ground and grinds him along the terrain as he drives.

Duke has posed:
There was an attitude switch in Beelzebumon a he spoke, Duke picked up on it. A button he pressed perhaps. "..death... machines...?" The Knight asks back seeming confused, but something clicked, a sound, a screech. However that freeze up was enough for Beelzebumon to get his hand around Duke's neck who hurks as he does so.

He finds himself slammed into the ground, being dragged along, his armor scuffing, sparking, across the surface, until he is able to force himself free, at which he rolls along the ground a bit and almost rolls off the side of the ledge---

---only to roll down it a bit more.

Duke slowly picks himself up watching as Beelzebumon drives around as he nearly collapses back into the ground. His body shifts slightly as the data attempts to break and reshift. There was something there, a spark of something that Beelzebumon may catch in a glimpse of an eye. The design like one before but-- changed-- somehow, but it doesn't stay for long.

The Medieval Dukemon though almost topples over, but uses his Halberd to hold himself. "I... I... should remember this... shouldn't I?" He asks, before he looks up at Beelzebumon. "Is that why I hear the screams?" He asks, but his hand starts to slide down the shaft, his eyes dulling. "...Nrrhh..."

Yet for all his power slowly draining from him, his body ready to just crumble apart, he forces himself to stand, in defiance to it all. "...How do you do it..." He asks, looking toward the Demon Lord. "TELL ME!!" He then races right at him, the Halberd blade dragging across the ground as it lights up on fire. "RRAAHH!!" Then with a jump, leaping over the ledge, flipping with the gravity, he goes to try and bring the Halberd down, only to come short and slamming into the ground.

Fire dances around, explodes outward, up and even down, dancing in the gravity well of this strange place, as Duke starts to slip again. "...I want...to be whole again... like you..."

"...and stop losing myself..."

Beelzebumon (132) has posed:
     "Shit!"

     As the fire chaotically rages and swirls in the gravitational eddy, the Demon Lord swerves, trying to slip away from the dancing flames, but they catch up to him soon enough and engulf in. Blinded by the pain and the fire, he does not see the change in terrain ahead of him and ends up launching himself inavertedly off the edge, only to skip off a floating rock which sends him into a wild tumble in one direction, and Behemoth off in the other.

     Crashing to the ground-- er, ceiling, he tumbles and rolls, before coming to a rest on the ground, staring blankly at the ceiling-- er, the ground.

     "... Ow."

     With noticable effort, he sits up and drags himself to his feet as he leans on the wall of his upside down perch for support, "Nnng... how about we call this one a draw? You look like you're about to revert at any second, and my ankle is all kinds of fucked up right now."

Duke has posed:
Duke chuckles a bit as Beelzebumon asks for the draw and perhaps at himself, maybe in realizing it was foolish to look for that aid from the Demon Lord. There was nothing that could be done really, was there? He did imply that early on-- it would be something Duke would have to solve on his own, no matter how frustrating it was. "Fine... a draw... and maybe.. some drinks... and food..." Duke says looking up at Beelzebumon.

"Hey Rival..." The Digimon said with a grin in his voice, "Next time when I say threat... just slam me into the ground hard as you can, alright?" He places out his hand, "We could have gotten quicker... to the good part... hehe...eenrrh.."

It is about then that his body gives way at last and collapses to the ground as it reverts back to the Guilmon X once again. The red dino-dragon lays there out could. His body scuffed up and a few bullet wounds across his red scale skin. Maybe one day, he'll get the hang of this, but for now....

....there is still a ton more he has to learn.

Beelzebumon (132) has posed:
     "Bah, where's the fun in that?" Beelzebumon replies with a lopsided grin, "If anything, I won't stop you from doing it. I'll just egg you on instead."

     Then he looks over to find that Duke has already passed out. Then with a snort, he turns and limps his way over to Behemoth, "You okay Be?" He picks Behemoth up off the ground and checks for damage, but when he finds nothing wrong besides a few dents, he gets in the seat and glances behind him, "Guess I should get someone here to pick him up. Ain't know way I'm carrying him with my ankle all screwed to hell..." He reaches for his radio and calls for a pick up before revving the engine and peeling off.