Hate the World, our opinions Unfurled [Bero/Ronin & Cherry]
Feb 13, 2019 19:44:44 GMT
Post by Bero on Feb 13, 2019 19:44:44 GMT
The peaceful air of the mainframe hills was filled with blue skies and a variety of natural effects. Natural for the digital world, at least, what they considered to just be an slightly unusual amount of cloud transfers could only be described as a simulation of a human neural network, that is, the brain, to be played in the sky, streams of data traveling to and fro, lighting up the sky. Lines of blue, pink and yellow zipped by quicker than most digimon and any human could possibly perceive. Sometimes, these lines of information vanished behind the hills or even into puddles or lakes.
Misty clouds manifested themselves over the hills, and became bigger and smaller as datastreams filled them up or siphoned them again. Overall, visibility wasn’t impaired, it just made for a very impressive sight. Sometimes you could even swear that data coalesced in visible imagery, as some sort of hologram in the mist, before vanishing just as quickly. Perhaps this is where many digimon found a feeling of destiny? In the flashing images of the mists as they transferred cloud data.
Bero hadn’t cared for it though. It hadn’t changed how any digimon fought or how well they fought, if anything, anydigi with a brain would avoid the clouds. He was no different. No need to mess with things you weren’t sure about. Even as the sunlight and streaking lights of colour shone a light on Bero, he remained a black dot on the otherwise pleasantly green plains. His feet shifted through thick grass, sliding the greenery aside and stepping on flowers and grass blades in such a way that small blue 0s and 1s appeared at any cracking plants underfoot, leaving a small, temporary trail for every step taken.
Coming at the top of a hill, Bero looked around. A mix of sensations overcame him. There was a certain… freshness to the air. Many digis spoke of these kinds of feelings. None of them ever really identified them, yet each of them could feel it. It was like a certain weight on your brain had lifted for a moment, your head feeling clear, light, yet firm. It was unlike the feeling of being out of it, where your head felt like it was full of air or unbalanced. No, Bero wouldn’t know the words to truly describe it, but it distracted him from feelings in his chest and feet.
Where was he looking? He saw it now, a small watery pond just further, between two hills. Cat’s tail plants with three green LED lights on them slowly rustled in the wind, some of them having only one lit and others having all three lit. Flashing lights softly zipped by the bottom of the water, bleeding through the surface on the top. What normally would’ve been plant fibres and twigs used to create small structures were instead a mass of thick, rubber insulated cables, twisted and tied with the occasional twig, to make something of a hut-like structure on the edge of the water.
An uneasy chill passed over the Blackgabumon’s spine, just looking at the water already left him feeling like something was wrong. It confirmed his suspicions though. Rustling more of the grass aside, he careful shuffled down the hill, towards the water. His eyes were dead focused on the almost still surface, a few ripples suddenly appearing in the water as cloud data zipped in and out of it. The chill on his spine had made the clear feeling in his body subsede, as he now clearly felt the wind pass over scale and fur, pressing a loose part of his cape softly against his scales.
Even if he felt a slight pain just below his chest with every breath, a stinging start in his shoulder as cool air slid over a sensitive part which had small transparent holes, revealing data and his wireframe. Every few feet he moved, he felt every part of his body, the cycle of minor pains repeating itself, but somehow not bothering him.
Coming closer, Bero’s eyes zipped around, automatically looking at the moving lights, but slowly relaxing onto something of a pier or dock that had been made at the side of the water. A chunk of the dock’s data had not been properly compiled or rendered, resulting in a small black hole with blue lettering visible on the pier. Other than that, the Pier seemed to be fully made out of dark, wooden logs.
Bero was finally closing in on the lake itself. The mental image flashed through his mind. A deep, raging fire, which took place underwater. In honesty, he had just seen it after he had been beat up and fell unconscious. But he was sure, so damned sure, ‘punch a godlike digimon against all morals to prove it’ levels of sure, that this mental image was something more. As he came closer, he closed his eyes. The fire had almost spiraled in the water, a flame of bright green and a turquoise core. It was at the bottom of a lake, or a pond, and it’s heat erupted in a burst, flaming slithering and flicking against the middle of the pool, before the fire vanished in its entirety as quickly as it appeared. Opening his eyes again, Bero was three steps closer to the Lake. He was close to cattails and other plants now. He looked at the little green LED lights on the cat tail plants, wondering what they were for. Unable to decipher them, he shifted them aside, his feet entering shallow water. Even digitally, the sensation was somewhat unpleasant as digimoss shifted aside at his feet and the cold fluids sliding between his toes.
Bero looked down, and even through the masses of soggy plants, a stinging pain alerting him, it was like a cold needle had been poking at the side and part of the bottom of both feet. Tingling, uneasy, but ultimately not drastically painful. He could see small amounts of code leaking into the water. The source of the data had been himself, as he was still in the recovery phase of taking on too much fights. Given, he was already ready to fight again, but fighting now would stall and lengthen his recovery, so he had not been looking for it as adamantly. Merely… Hoping to run into it, while he tried to tie up some other loose ends in his mind.
The cat tail signal plants had been less fragile than the grass of before. Bero’s steps held no temporary trail of data from broken plants. It was only the soft shifting of the plants as he made his way to the pier, which rose up from the plants and water, the grass by it’s first steps had already gotten soggy and mossy though. It looks like this pool has grown since the Dock had been made. Bero’s claws roughly implanted themself into the dock’s side. The white bone-like claws had dug aside data like splinters, which slowly deteriorated into the air, in some tiny code which disappeared quickly. Bero heaved himself up, a soft splash sounding before multiple dripping sounds came, water coming off of his cloak. Creaking wood, although only for a split second had followed after. Bero stood on the Dock.
A deep breath, it was more audible than usual, as he did it through his sharp teeth, creating the sound of rushing air as it slid in… and then out of his mouth. The location had been positively serene, although Bero told himself that was just the tire from his only partially healed wounds egging him on to enjoy the chance to not fight. It was a dumb feeling, he should be wanting to fight like he always did, not pretending there was a reason for peace and relaxation. Then again, really, there had been a reason and he wasn’t pretending.
The cycle of pains in his chest and shoulder returned, although mixed with the feeling of being pricked awake by cold digital water still on his feet, it was much more present. Damp cloak pressing against his tail, sliding over the dark wood flooring with a soft shifting noise, Bero made his way, surprisingly silent steps placing him at the other end of the dock.
The water was still, but it’s edges rippled slightly as datastreams flowed by again, causing Bero’s eyes to snap to their position, the pain fading in a rush of awareness and his sight preoccupying his brain before it faded away again.
Silence. Even the wind and rustling of grass and plants seemed nonexistent in Bero’s distraught mind. Nothing happened. Of course it wouldn’t. Such a vision was more likely than not not even real, even if it had been scarily accurate to this location. Or had he not known it’s location, and simply imprinted this location to be the one he was looking for?
Fury rushed to his mind. It wasn’t like himself to doubt what he was thinking. His objective was clear. Combat and experience. He was to grow stronger. But it was much easier to keep a consistent battle schedule if you let bigger wounds like this properly heal. Trapped within the confines of his mind, Bero was sitting, his feet just far enough from the water to not touch it. Data trailing form his wounds, falling down but, right before it hit the water, it fizzles, like a spark which has cooled down after flying from the fire.
He kept expecting the Fire to appear, but before such a thing could even happen, the sound of moving water and rustling plants interrupted the silence. But they didn’t reach Bero’s mind. The feeling of pain and the sound of his own mental voice had drowned it out. A Betamon looked at the black pelt through the reeds and cat tail plants. It’s eyes sharp and slanting a little at the visual. Bero had been building up a reputation, and given the time to look at him carefully, betamon knew exactly who he was.
Bero’s thoughts were interrupted when he heard more wood creaking. His eyes shooting open from their half-closed position, a rush of digidrenaline washing away all the thoughts of pain, he stood up slowly and looked around, turning to accompany the motion. A Betamon and a Gizamon looked at him with annoyed eyes, their razorsharp backfins each as still as death itself. Bero did naught but raise an eyelid. “What?”
The two didn’t seem to have the courage to make their reply instantaneous. It annoyed Bero already. Even when in the majority, you were afraid? Lousy. With quivering mouth, the Gizamon spoke. “G-Go away!” The Betamon nervously nodded, moving the front of his small, flat body, up and down as quickly as he could. Bero’s own eyes narrowed in response, the lower parts of his cloak starting to hiss softly, as he made sure to ‘dry’ it off. Steam intermingled with the air, rising up from behind Bero’s legs.
“And why, would i do that? I haven’t even done anything but sit down.” Bero sneered, his arms crossing. Even despite his bipedal nature, he didn’t come far above either of the rookies before him, although his wide cloak and offensively cocked snout would definitely give the impression they were but bugs before him. Bero felt his usual fiery anger, it had come back and built up right under where his horn was, a normal feeling for him. In a way, a source of comfort and normalcy.
“W-we know who you are!” Betamon spoke up, stepping closer. Normally, a digimon would notice Bero’s wounds at this point, but the intimidation on the two had taken a deep enough hold they found it hard to see Bero for how he truly looked right now. “Yeah! And you’re someone who’s just trouble! We don’t want you spreading you’re uh… trouble around these parts!”
If Bero’s other emotions could control him through his anger, he might be rolling his eyes, but instead, he was shooting daggers at them. “Trouble? Well, yes, i do admit that not the most pleasant things follow me around. But i feel you’re being presumptuous.” he almost spat as he talked. His feet shifted, putting him ready to dodge when necessary.
“W-Well, we have t-” Gizamon started, unsure how to respond to the reply, but Bero didn’t even let him finish before continuing to talk, his tone back to his usual goading and downtalking. “Have to protect your home, i’m guessing? That sad bunch of cables? I wonder if you two are alone… nah, there’s probably a Otamamon of sorts around, isn’t there? There always is. Maybe you’re even housing a few younger digimon… Maybe i should wreck it. Chase you o-”
“No! We won’t let you!!” Betamon replied, nodding to Gizamon and getting close to the ground in battleready stance. Fire shot between the eyes of the two parties. Bero’s cape lit in blue flames, striking confusion into his two enemy rookies’ minds. Gabumons did not usually do things like this. But this one was different. And this one was angry, ready to brawl, ready to wreck shop. Scaled arms cross as fiery blue claws spread out from the sides. Even these two razor-sharp attack capable frogs hadn’t felt comfortable just dashing forward. Bero couldn’t help but grin. People who were focused on protecting something dear to them always made for a very fun encounter, and usually an educative lesson.
Misty clouds manifested themselves over the hills, and became bigger and smaller as datastreams filled them up or siphoned them again. Overall, visibility wasn’t impaired, it just made for a very impressive sight. Sometimes you could even swear that data coalesced in visible imagery, as some sort of hologram in the mist, before vanishing just as quickly. Perhaps this is where many digimon found a feeling of destiny? In the flashing images of the mists as they transferred cloud data.
Bero hadn’t cared for it though. It hadn’t changed how any digimon fought or how well they fought, if anything, anydigi with a brain would avoid the clouds. He was no different. No need to mess with things you weren’t sure about. Even as the sunlight and streaking lights of colour shone a light on Bero, he remained a black dot on the otherwise pleasantly green plains. His feet shifted through thick grass, sliding the greenery aside and stepping on flowers and grass blades in such a way that small blue 0s and 1s appeared at any cracking plants underfoot, leaving a small, temporary trail for every step taken.
Coming at the top of a hill, Bero looked around. A mix of sensations overcame him. There was a certain… freshness to the air. Many digis spoke of these kinds of feelings. None of them ever really identified them, yet each of them could feel it. It was like a certain weight on your brain had lifted for a moment, your head feeling clear, light, yet firm. It was unlike the feeling of being out of it, where your head felt like it was full of air or unbalanced. No, Bero wouldn’t know the words to truly describe it, but it distracted him from feelings in his chest and feet.
Where was he looking? He saw it now, a small watery pond just further, between two hills. Cat’s tail plants with three green LED lights on them slowly rustled in the wind, some of them having only one lit and others having all three lit. Flashing lights softly zipped by the bottom of the water, bleeding through the surface on the top. What normally would’ve been plant fibres and twigs used to create small structures were instead a mass of thick, rubber insulated cables, twisted and tied with the occasional twig, to make something of a hut-like structure on the edge of the water.
An uneasy chill passed over the Blackgabumon’s spine, just looking at the water already left him feeling like something was wrong. It confirmed his suspicions though. Rustling more of the grass aside, he careful shuffled down the hill, towards the water. His eyes were dead focused on the almost still surface, a few ripples suddenly appearing in the water as cloud data zipped in and out of it. The chill on his spine had made the clear feeling in his body subsede, as he now clearly felt the wind pass over scale and fur, pressing a loose part of his cape softly against his scales.
Even if he felt a slight pain just below his chest with every breath, a stinging start in his shoulder as cool air slid over a sensitive part which had small transparent holes, revealing data and his wireframe. Every few feet he moved, he felt every part of his body, the cycle of minor pains repeating itself, but somehow not bothering him.
Coming closer, Bero’s eyes zipped around, automatically looking at the moving lights, but slowly relaxing onto something of a pier or dock that had been made at the side of the water. A chunk of the dock’s data had not been properly compiled or rendered, resulting in a small black hole with blue lettering visible on the pier. Other than that, the Pier seemed to be fully made out of dark, wooden logs.
Bero was finally closing in on the lake itself. The mental image flashed through his mind. A deep, raging fire, which took place underwater. In honesty, he had just seen it after he had been beat up and fell unconscious. But he was sure, so damned sure, ‘punch a godlike digimon against all morals to prove it’ levels of sure, that this mental image was something more. As he came closer, he closed his eyes. The fire had almost spiraled in the water, a flame of bright green and a turquoise core. It was at the bottom of a lake, or a pond, and it’s heat erupted in a burst, flaming slithering and flicking against the middle of the pool, before the fire vanished in its entirety as quickly as it appeared. Opening his eyes again, Bero was three steps closer to the Lake. He was close to cattails and other plants now. He looked at the little green LED lights on the cat tail plants, wondering what they were for. Unable to decipher them, he shifted them aside, his feet entering shallow water. Even digitally, the sensation was somewhat unpleasant as digimoss shifted aside at his feet and the cold fluids sliding between his toes.
Bero looked down, and even through the masses of soggy plants, a stinging pain alerting him, it was like a cold needle had been poking at the side and part of the bottom of both feet. Tingling, uneasy, but ultimately not drastically painful. He could see small amounts of code leaking into the water. The source of the data had been himself, as he was still in the recovery phase of taking on too much fights. Given, he was already ready to fight again, but fighting now would stall and lengthen his recovery, so he had not been looking for it as adamantly. Merely… Hoping to run into it, while he tried to tie up some other loose ends in his mind.
The cat tail signal plants had been less fragile than the grass of before. Bero’s steps held no temporary trail of data from broken plants. It was only the soft shifting of the plants as he made his way to the pier, which rose up from the plants and water, the grass by it’s first steps had already gotten soggy and mossy though. It looks like this pool has grown since the Dock had been made. Bero’s claws roughly implanted themself into the dock’s side. The white bone-like claws had dug aside data like splinters, which slowly deteriorated into the air, in some tiny code which disappeared quickly. Bero heaved himself up, a soft splash sounding before multiple dripping sounds came, water coming off of his cloak. Creaking wood, although only for a split second had followed after. Bero stood on the Dock.
A deep breath, it was more audible than usual, as he did it through his sharp teeth, creating the sound of rushing air as it slid in… and then out of his mouth. The location had been positively serene, although Bero told himself that was just the tire from his only partially healed wounds egging him on to enjoy the chance to not fight. It was a dumb feeling, he should be wanting to fight like he always did, not pretending there was a reason for peace and relaxation. Then again, really, there had been a reason and he wasn’t pretending.
The cycle of pains in his chest and shoulder returned, although mixed with the feeling of being pricked awake by cold digital water still on his feet, it was much more present. Damp cloak pressing against his tail, sliding over the dark wood flooring with a soft shifting noise, Bero made his way, surprisingly silent steps placing him at the other end of the dock.
The water was still, but it’s edges rippled slightly as datastreams flowed by again, causing Bero’s eyes to snap to their position, the pain fading in a rush of awareness and his sight preoccupying his brain before it faded away again.
Silence. Even the wind and rustling of grass and plants seemed nonexistent in Bero’s distraught mind. Nothing happened. Of course it wouldn’t. Such a vision was more likely than not not even real, even if it had been scarily accurate to this location. Or had he not known it’s location, and simply imprinted this location to be the one he was looking for?
Fury rushed to his mind. It wasn’t like himself to doubt what he was thinking. His objective was clear. Combat and experience. He was to grow stronger. But it was much easier to keep a consistent battle schedule if you let bigger wounds like this properly heal. Trapped within the confines of his mind, Bero was sitting, his feet just far enough from the water to not touch it. Data trailing form his wounds, falling down but, right before it hit the water, it fizzles, like a spark which has cooled down after flying from the fire.
He kept expecting the Fire to appear, but before such a thing could even happen, the sound of moving water and rustling plants interrupted the silence. But they didn’t reach Bero’s mind. The feeling of pain and the sound of his own mental voice had drowned it out. A Betamon looked at the black pelt through the reeds and cat tail plants. It’s eyes sharp and slanting a little at the visual. Bero had been building up a reputation, and given the time to look at him carefully, betamon knew exactly who he was.
Bero’s thoughts were interrupted when he heard more wood creaking. His eyes shooting open from their half-closed position, a rush of digidrenaline washing away all the thoughts of pain, he stood up slowly and looked around, turning to accompany the motion. A Betamon and a Gizamon looked at him with annoyed eyes, their razorsharp backfins each as still as death itself. Bero did naught but raise an eyelid. “What?”
The two didn’t seem to have the courage to make their reply instantaneous. It annoyed Bero already. Even when in the majority, you were afraid? Lousy. With quivering mouth, the Gizamon spoke. “G-Go away!” The Betamon nervously nodded, moving the front of his small, flat body, up and down as quickly as he could. Bero’s own eyes narrowed in response, the lower parts of his cloak starting to hiss softly, as he made sure to ‘dry’ it off. Steam intermingled with the air, rising up from behind Bero’s legs.
“And why, would i do that? I haven’t even done anything but sit down.” Bero sneered, his arms crossing. Even despite his bipedal nature, he didn’t come far above either of the rookies before him, although his wide cloak and offensively cocked snout would definitely give the impression they were but bugs before him. Bero felt his usual fiery anger, it had come back and built up right under where his horn was, a normal feeling for him. In a way, a source of comfort and normalcy.
“W-we know who you are!” Betamon spoke up, stepping closer. Normally, a digimon would notice Bero’s wounds at this point, but the intimidation on the two had taken a deep enough hold they found it hard to see Bero for how he truly looked right now. “Yeah! And you’re someone who’s just trouble! We don’t want you spreading you’re uh… trouble around these parts!”
If Bero’s other emotions could control him through his anger, he might be rolling his eyes, but instead, he was shooting daggers at them. “Trouble? Well, yes, i do admit that not the most pleasant things follow me around. But i feel you’re being presumptuous.” he almost spat as he talked. His feet shifted, putting him ready to dodge when necessary.
“W-Well, we have t-” Gizamon started, unsure how to respond to the reply, but Bero didn’t even let him finish before continuing to talk, his tone back to his usual goading and downtalking. “Have to protect your home, i’m guessing? That sad bunch of cables? I wonder if you two are alone… nah, there’s probably a Otamamon of sorts around, isn’t there? There always is. Maybe you’re even housing a few younger digimon… Maybe i should wreck it. Chase you o-”
“No! We won’t let you!!” Betamon replied, nodding to Gizamon and getting close to the ground in battleready stance. Fire shot between the eyes of the two parties. Bero’s cape lit in blue flames, striking confusion into his two enemy rookies’ minds. Gabumons did not usually do things like this. But this one was different. And this one was angry, ready to brawl, ready to wreck shop. Scaled arms cross as fiery blue claws spread out from the sides. Even these two razor-sharp attack capable frogs hadn’t felt comfortable just dashing forward. Bero couldn’t help but grin. People who were focused on protecting something dear to them always made for a very fun encounter, and usually an educative lesson.
