Venusmon

Ranamon eyed the vial in her hand. To think that such a powerful weapon could be held so inconspicuously inside such a fragile little bottle. Nevertheless the water digimon knew what she needed to do now.

She glanced at the cup of wine and emptied the vial inside, stirring the cup gently as she did. The color didn't even change. With a smile on her face she then turned her attention to her...guest,Venusmon.

"Venusmon," she called out, in a sickenly sweet voice. "You really shouldn't be pusbing yoursekf like this," she informed.

"I can't Ranamon, it is my duty as a healer to help whoever needs me."

"Yes, yes... but honestly don't you ever feel its pointless," Ranamon offered. "You help both sides alike, healing both there wounds and then what...they just go out and fight once more," she noted. "It's pointless, you'll change next to nothing,"

"I know...but what else can I do? I can't just let everyone die," Venusmon told her.

Ranamon had to resist the urge to roll her eyes. That was a much more logical plan than the dumb medic realized. At the very least the fighting would stop and a clear victor would be had. Oh well...she would jsut have to fix that herself.

"Well at the very least, try and take care od yourself," Ranamon told her as she offered the cup of wine.

"I'll try," Venusmon smiled as she took the cup, unaware of what Ranamon had done. Witout even second guessing herself, the fool drank the wine, every last drop.

Ranamon merely smiled as she took the glass from Venusmon.

Ranamon's smile widened as Venusmon's fingers twitched around the empty cup, her face flickered with confusion. A faint shudder ran through the healer's body, her breath hitching as the poison seeped into her veins like liquid fire. She swayed slightly, one delicate hand pressing against her stomach.

"Ranamon... I don't... feel right," Venusmon murmured, her voice already weaker, her words slurring.

Ranamon tilted her head, feigning concern. "Oh dear, perhaps you have been pushing yourself too hard." She watched with barely contained glee as Venusmon's knees buckled, sending her crumpling to the floor in a graceful, collapsing arc.

Ranamon knelt beside Venusmon’s trembling form, her fingers trailing over the healer’s porcelain skin with clinical detachment. The poison had worked swiftly.

Now before Ranamon, lay the liveless body of Venusmon or least it was lifeless for now. Standing over the body Ranamon placed her fingers into Venusmon's mouth. Then she was pulled, her very body stretched and dissipated into data, filling Venusmon's body.

Venusmon's body convulsed violently, her limbs twisting at unnatural angles as Ranamon's essence surged through her. The air crackled with unstable energy, her once-lifeless fingers twitching, then clawing at the ground. A choked gasp escaped her lips—no, Ranamon's lips now—as she took hold.

Her back arched off the ground, muscles spasming under the strain of rebirth.

Venusmon's lurched forward. A ragged breath tore from her throat as Ranamon’s consciousness surged to the forefront, her will pressing against the remnants of Venusmon’s fading resistance. The body shuddered, fingers curling into the dirt as she pushed herself up, limbs trembling with unfamiliar weight.

Her voice came out first as a broken gasp, then twisted into laughter—almost a cackle of triumphant. "It worked," she mused, flexing her hands.