Spy for a Crow to find his Foe [JOB]
Feb 11, 2019 17:19:14 GMT
Post by Bero on Feb 11, 2019 17:19:14 GMT
Job: Human Patrol
Bero's 1st job of February 2019
“So, you got the idea?” the Yatagaramon was anything but emanating an aura of kindness. No, he looked as every part vicious and intimidating as his specie would make you feel. Bero grunted and nodded, he was just a small digimon compared to the Yatagaramon, who apparently had want for his services. “Yeah. Keep an eye out for humans and record their locations and directions, come back to you to finish the job, right? Shouldn’t be too hard. No hard feelings if i get a little rowdy with em?”
“Oh, on the contrary. They’re less likely to suspect you’re gathering information if you’ve been busy beating them up. Also, if you’ve got the time, we could use someone willing to look around for some supplies we’ve had trouble getting…” The Yatagaramon reminded him, giving him sharp, deadly looking eyes. Bero didn’t let it intimidate him, staring right back. He wasn’t scared, he was just smart enough to not try and piss a way stronger digimon off. “No offense, but you have the wrong guy. I don’t have the… best reputation around shops.”
Bero let him know that, shrugging it off and moving away, waving casually. The Yatagaramon vanished in the shadows as suddenly as it had appeared from them. Another recruited in the service to help Eldoradimon. The crow digimon knew many digimon that would rather do these kind of jobs themselves, but he liked outsourcing them and spreading his spying abilities a lot wider.
Bero had been given a location to look out for, and walking away from the small town, catching some sneers on his way out as he had already managed to participate in a fight in said town, he left with a smile. In the distance there was a forest biome known for also housing quite some caves and mountainous elevations. Bero suspected the sly spy had sent him here because the vegetation and elevation made it harder to find humans from the sky. So it was Bero’s job to compensate for this weakness. Assured that he would have no issues doing so, he made his way into the forest.
His feet carefully placed themselves on one of the thick roots of the trees, holding onto the trees as he looked around in the shrubbery below. As his claws helped him hang from the tree, his lilac eyes snapped to rustling bushes, only to see scared Tanemons running away from him. Pfah, not worth his time, nor the target he was looking for. He’d need to move deeper in the forest, to be sure.
It was later, when he had found a cliff wall he needed to scale, that things would get more interesting. His six available limbs made scaling the surface so much easier to do. When he was near the top, he’d start hearing voices. It was time to listen in on them and see what he could gather. Using his coat’s arms, he looked around for an easy spot to hang from. Eventually succeeding, he hung from the rocks of the cliff wall and listened in. “So, it’s dealt with?” “Ye-h. don- ----y abo-- --- -etail-.” “Goo-wait. I thi-”
Hearing the conversation was likely between two digimon, Bero simply lifted himself from the cliff side, presenting himself in his fiery glory infront of what seemed to be a BlackGaomon and a Tentomon. He stared them down and walked a little closer, his lilac eyes burning into the dog’s yellow and the insect’s green eyes. He spoke while walking a little closer, stopping at what most digimon would consider a safe distance, giving them time to dodge. “Look, i’m not here to bother any of your business. Just tell me if you’ve seen any humans, point me that way and i’ll be off.”
Bero spoke nonchalantly, but the BlackGaomon huffed. He wasn’t about to take Bero’s attitude, let alone help him without any real reason to do so. “I don’t ha-” Bero interrupted him, his cloak surrounded in powerful flames as he dashed closer with surprising speed. It’s not that the two didn’t have any time to react, as they prepared their attacks, it’s that they didn’t have enough. Before their attacks were launched, their hands were swatted aside by the lower pair of flaming claws, and the upper pair of Bero’s flaming claws hovered by their chin. “Normally, i’d be ecstatic to fight. But today you get a choice.”
Bero’s grin was the devil’s itself. The two understood that the choice wasn’t a real one. They had their own business and things to intend, and fighting someone who had put a claw to their chin so easily was just asking to impair yourself. BlackGaomon’s yellow eyes quivered slightly, which only made Bero smile more, poking at the chin with hot, blue flames. With great irritation, the BlackGaomon pointed towards between some trees in another direction. Bero nodded. “If i come up empty handed, than you two had better pray to every powerful digimon you know you don’t see me again.”
With a grin, he left the two alone, roiling blue and purple fire clinging to his coat until the very moment he was out of sight, letting it vanish. Well, at least he knew where to go. He would have to continue down this path, using what dirt he could, young digimon once more generally fleeing from his presence. Eventually, he came across a clearing in the distance. Jackpot. He hid carefully behind a thick root, his black coloration helping him blend in with the shadow that shrubbery cast. He didn’t see anything directly, but heard sounds further away. Slowly coming closer to the clearing, he inspected the ground. Humanoid footsteps and some digimon tracks as well. They led in the other direction than from where Bero had come. It seems Bero had gotten information worth considering.
Bero wasn’t done yet. He wasn’t a natural hunter, but god, did he feel the sensation of prey right now. Desperation made for a great fight, and he had tracks to hunt down those who might be desperate. Riling himself up, he started running down the direction of the tracks like a wild dog on the chase! Grey reptilian feet forced their carrier forward, Bero’s steps quickly being made to keep following the tracks. However, a familiar sound of Rushing hit Bero’s ears, and he felts his hopes sinking away.
Coming out from between some trees, he slowed down and sneered, as he saw a small chasm, running a few feet deep, before being covered in rushing water. There was a makeshift bridge in the form of a fallen tree, but it had been snapped along the middle. There were some torn clothes, but the footsteps continued on the other side. It is likely they had saved their companion, but accidentally broken the bridge they had used on the way. There were no footsteps going left or right from Bero’s current position, so it looked like they had managed to save the last one.
“With this luck, you’d think i’d have wandered straight in the Dark area.” Bero’s lilac eyes flashed with anger, as he stared at the dead end he had struck. Well, he had acquired the necessary information, but not quite the satisfaction he desired. In frustration, he went to the makeshift bridge and held it with all four his flaming claws, blue fire sparking onto his cape and leaping across it to travel onto the Log, lighting this half of it aflame. Bero watched as it crumbled and fell apart before falling down into the small chasm, into the rushing river. The fire caused a loud hissing of evaporating water and with that, Bero was done here. He turned around and headed back.
It had been a decently long walk back, and Bero hadn’t encountered any more rookies worth considering. Night light had started to cover the grassy digital plains as Bero walked by. The dark blue atmosphere had always helped hide him, and befit his blue flames. A yellow light was on his path, and he found his way to a beat down public phone next to a rudimentary toilet and a single wooden electricity pole. Coming closer in it, Bero was bathed in a soft yellow light. He heard… something, it was too soft for him to give it a direction. Suspicious for a moment, he was sure caught off-guard when Yatagaramon’s face appeared before him. “You sure gave up quickly.” The crow said with an unfriendly expression.
Bero had just growled like the young Gabumon he was, scared for a good moment by Yatagaramon but calming down. “On the contrary… i have already followed some tracks, and i have a rough direction, but i hit a dead end. There was a group in the forest, past the cliff, they have gotten over the river and continued in that direction.”
The crow’s eyes were sharp and stared Bero down. Bero showed no more fear now that he was already talking to the pitch black bird. “Very well.” understandably, the two weren’t too big a fan of each other’s attitude, but they had served each other’s purpose. The black bird had vanished back into the night, becoming practically invisible, and flying off in a split second. All that you could see of him was a silhouette which occasionally blotted out the stars in the sky, the rest of him blending into the coming night darkness with ease. “Hey, what about my pay?!” Bero yelled after him, only noticing now something shining falling from the sky in the direction Yatagaramon had flown off too. Bero grunted and started sprinting to grab his bits he had rightfully deserved. Why had that birdbrain make him run for it… Asshole.
Wordcount: 1625 words
Bero's 1st job of February 2019
“So, you got the idea?” the Yatagaramon was anything but emanating an aura of kindness. No, he looked as every part vicious and intimidating as his specie would make you feel. Bero grunted and nodded, he was just a small digimon compared to the Yatagaramon, who apparently had want for his services. “Yeah. Keep an eye out for humans and record their locations and directions, come back to you to finish the job, right? Shouldn’t be too hard. No hard feelings if i get a little rowdy with em?”
“Oh, on the contrary. They’re less likely to suspect you’re gathering information if you’ve been busy beating them up. Also, if you’ve got the time, we could use someone willing to look around for some supplies we’ve had trouble getting…” The Yatagaramon reminded him, giving him sharp, deadly looking eyes. Bero didn’t let it intimidate him, staring right back. He wasn’t scared, he was just smart enough to not try and piss a way stronger digimon off. “No offense, but you have the wrong guy. I don’t have the… best reputation around shops.”
Bero let him know that, shrugging it off and moving away, waving casually. The Yatagaramon vanished in the shadows as suddenly as it had appeared from them. Another recruited in the service to help Eldoradimon. The crow digimon knew many digimon that would rather do these kind of jobs themselves, but he liked outsourcing them and spreading his spying abilities a lot wider.
Bero had been given a location to look out for, and walking away from the small town, catching some sneers on his way out as he had already managed to participate in a fight in said town, he left with a smile. In the distance there was a forest biome known for also housing quite some caves and mountainous elevations. Bero suspected the sly spy had sent him here because the vegetation and elevation made it harder to find humans from the sky. So it was Bero’s job to compensate for this weakness. Assured that he would have no issues doing so, he made his way into the forest.
His feet carefully placed themselves on one of the thick roots of the trees, holding onto the trees as he looked around in the shrubbery below. As his claws helped him hang from the tree, his lilac eyes snapped to rustling bushes, only to see scared Tanemons running away from him. Pfah, not worth his time, nor the target he was looking for. He’d need to move deeper in the forest, to be sure.
It was later, when he had found a cliff wall he needed to scale, that things would get more interesting. His six available limbs made scaling the surface so much easier to do. When he was near the top, he’d start hearing voices. It was time to listen in on them and see what he could gather. Using his coat’s arms, he looked around for an easy spot to hang from. Eventually succeeding, he hung from the rocks of the cliff wall and listened in. “So, it’s dealt with?” “Ye-h. don- ----y abo-- --- -etail-.” “Goo-wait. I thi-”
Hearing the conversation was likely between two digimon, Bero simply lifted himself from the cliff side, presenting himself in his fiery glory infront of what seemed to be a BlackGaomon and a Tentomon. He stared them down and walked a little closer, his lilac eyes burning into the dog’s yellow and the insect’s green eyes. He spoke while walking a little closer, stopping at what most digimon would consider a safe distance, giving them time to dodge. “Look, i’m not here to bother any of your business. Just tell me if you’ve seen any humans, point me that way and i’ll be off.”
Bero spoke nonchalantly, but the BlackGaomon huffed. He wasn’t about to take Bero’s attitude, let alone help him without any real reason to do so. “I don’t ha-” Bero interrupted him, his cloak surrounded in powerful flames as he dashed closer with surprising speed. It’s not that the two didn’t have any time to react, as they prepared their attacks, it’s that they didn’t have enough. Before their attacks were launched, their hands were swatted aside by the lower pair of flaming claws, and the upper pair of Bero’s flaming claws hovered by their chin. “Normally, i’d be ecstatic to fight. But today you get a choice.”
Bero’s grin was the devil’s itself. The two understood that the choice wasn’t a real one. They had their own business and things to intend, and fighting someone who had put a claw to their chin so easily was just asking to impair yourself. BlackGaomon’s yellow eyes quivered slightly, which only made Bero smile more, poking at the chin with hot, blue flames. With great irritation, the BlackGaomon pointed towards between some trees in another direction. Bero nodded. “If i come up empty handed, than you two had better pray to every powerful digimon you know you don’t see me again.”
With a grin, he left the two alone, roiling blue and purple fire clinging to his coat until the very moment he was out of sight, letting it vanish. Well, at least he knew where to go. He would have to continue down this path, using what dirt he could, young digimon once more generally fleeing from his presence. Eventually, he came across a clearing in the distance. Jackpot. He hid carefully behind a thick root, his black coloration helping him blend in with the shadow that shrubbery cast. He didn’t see anything directly, but heard sounds further away. Slowly coming closer to the clearing, he inspected the ground. Humanoid footsteps and some digimon tracks as well. They led in the other direction than from where Bero had come. It seems Bero had gotten information worth considering.
Bero wasn’t done yet. He wasn’t a natural hunter, but god, did he feel the sensation of prey right now. Desperation made for a great fight, and he had tracks to hunt down those who might be desperate. Riling himself up, he started running down the direction of the tracks like a wild dog on the chase! Grey reptilian feet forced their carrier forward, Bero’s steps quickly being made to keep following the tracks. However, a familiar sound of Rushing hit Bero’s ears, and he felts his hopes sinking away.
Coming out from between some trees, he slowed down and sneered, as he saw a small chasm, running a few feet deep, before being covered in rushing water. There was a makeshift bridge in the form of a fallen tree, but it had been snapped along the middle. There were some torn clothes, but the footsteps continued on the other side. It is likely they had saved their companion, but accidentally broken the bridge they had used on the way. There were no footsteps going left or right from Bero’s current position, so it looked like they had managed to save the last one.
“With this luck, you’d think i’d have wandered straight in the Dark area.” Bero’s lilac eyes flashed with anger, as he stared at the dead end he had struck. Well, he had acquired the necessary information, but not quite the satisfaction he desired. In frustration, he went to the makeshift bridge and held it with all four his flaming claws, blue fire sparking onto his cape and leaping across it to travel onto the Log, lighting this half of it aflame. Bero watched as it crumbled and fell apart before falling down into the small chasm, into the rushing river. The fire caused a loud hissing of evaporating water and with that, Bero was done here. He turned around and headed back.
It had been a decently long walk back, and Bero hadn’t encountered any more rookies worth considering. Night light had started to cover the grassy digital plains as Bero walked by. The dark blue atmosphere had always helped hide him, and befit his blue flames. A yellow light was on his path, and he found his way to a beat down public phone next to a rudimentary toilet and a single wooden electricity pole. Coming closer in it, Bero was bathed in a soft yellow light. He heard… something, it was too soft for him to give it a direction. Suspicious for a moment, he was sure caught off-guard when Yatagaramon’s face appeared before him. “You sure gave up quickly.” The crow said with an unfriendly expression.
Bero had just growled like the young Gabumon he was, scared for a good moment by Yatagaramon but calming down. “On the contrary… i have already followed some tracks, and i have a rough direction, but i hit a dead end. There was a group in the forest, past the cliff, they have gotten over the river and continued in that direction.”
The crow’s eyes were sharp and stared Bero down. Bero showed no more fear now that he was already talking to the pitch black bird. “Very well.” understandably, the two weren’t too big a fan of each other’s attitude, but they had served each other’s purpose. The black bird had vanished back into the night, becoming practically invisible, and flying off in a split second. All that you could see of him was a silhouette which occasionally blotted out the stars in the sky, the rest of him blending into the coming night darkness with ease. “Hey, what about my pay?!” Bero yelled after him, only noticing now something shining falling from the sky in the direction Yatagaramon had flown off too. Bero grunted and started sprinting to grab his bits he had rightfully deserved. Why had that birdbrain make him run for it… Asshole.
Wordcount: 1625 words
