What Do You Mean You've LOST THE MAP (Closed)

Bero’s days in the training grounds had always been very exciting. A Blackguilmon with strange data, an Impmon and Shamamon in the same day under a viral sun… He really should be visiting the place more! And so he was visiting it more. Like every single time, the BlackGabumon was always a unique display. How so? Well, what made sure he was noticeable amongst all the other rookies and practising folk was the constant blue flame that enshrouded the entirety of his cloak. Most rookies just had the ability to breath fire, ice, or enshroud their hands or weapons in the element of their choice. But Bero felt above them, stronger, with the ability to render his cloak permanently aflame.

His steps were light, as he was one of the smallest rookies around, despite the whole blue fire thing going on. However, his size did not mean he didn’t cause other rookies some caution. He had gotten somewhat infamous around here, with getting in plenty of fights. His every step between the groups of rookies or attempts to come closer to any training tools would often be met with most Rookies just avoiding him. Could they beat him together? Easily. Was it worth the effort? No.

Bero was a bit annoyed. Digimon were starting to catch on to avoiding him instead of falling for his taunts. He cracked his knuckles in irritation as his cape dragged over the ground, leaving small black marks in the direction he walked. Not a single scratch on his body. No fights, no fun, no proof of improvement in a whole day. Completely recovered from all the previous fights! The Spartan Training grounds had better deliver, or he was going to be livid soon enough.

He found some new targets. A Coronamon which seemed almost as fiery as the blue fires that rested on his cape, and a Lunamon that accompanied her. He had arrived close enough to listen to them talk right as Coronamon voiced her appreciation towards the Spartan Training grounds. She ensured what seemed to be her brother that ‘she’d be the one happening here.’

“Oh? You’ll be the one happening? Good. I’ve been looking for an event worthy of notice. Ah, the setup is so lame though. It’s just the two of you, standing out there in the nothing?! You look about as imposing as a lost Nyaromon like this! Or was this not the event I'm looking for? It looks more like some Gaudy fashion show. You two do know what the word ‘Training Grounds’ mean, right?” Bero happily grinned as he spoke aloud, a small distance away from the two twins, grinning while on fire. Every word in his voice was dripping with Sarcasm, vile intent and goading tone. He wanted to insult the two and everything he said was tailored to do so. He also made sure to speak in a rather constant speed so he’d be hard to interrupt.

Much like how Bero had been regularly visiting the training grounds for the past while, there had been yet another digimon that was spending their days here. A little Chapmon - which was quite an unusual sight, usually in-training digimon around were either in the Village of Beginnings, or being watched over by some parental figure. But... This Chapmon was neither - she seemed to have no interest in going to the Village of Beginnings, nor did she have any parents, much to the confusion and concern of some of the digimon here - and any attempt to escort her home would be met with angry insisting that she was fine, or even a blast of water to the face!

Thus, many of the digimon here figured to leave this Chapmon alone - as much of an oddity she was - unless she approached them first. Which, she occasionally did - sparring with the local rookies - even if it usually resulted in her getting her ass kicked, unless the rookie had the courtesy to hold back or take on their in-training form first. In fact, that was what was happening right now - the Chapmon in a spar with a Koromon, the two small digimon bouncing around on their little space in the training grounds, smacking into eachother, and trading blasts of bubbles and water. It wasn't too long before the fight wrapped up, though - the Koromon, having been tiring, coming close to bite at her and try to end the spar quickly - until she surprised him with a blast of water, sending him tumbling backwards onto the dirt.

"Ow! Okay, okay, that's enough for me...." The Koromon would remark with a wince, "Good fight though," He would add, digivolving back to his base ToyAgumon form, before wandering off to take a breather. The Chapmon - a smug and somewhat nihilistic soul named Mimi - would puff her chest at this - she was getting better by the minute, it wouldn't be long until she reached Rookie for sure! She, too, would go to get some water and rest her muscles though - until she noticed something off to the side, a trio of digimon?

Normally, Mimi didn't really give a damn what other digimon would be up to - but given that she didn't have much to do while she took a breather, she figured that there wouldn't be much wrong watching a couple of Rookies bash eachother into the ground. Particularly the BlackGabumon - a little different from most she was used to - and Coronamon seemed raring to fight, whereas the Lunamon just seemed exasperated. Mimi would hop over to the Lunamon's side - but didn't say anything to Nox specifically, instead just watching to see what the two flaming digimon would do and commenting "Someone call the fire brigade, we've got a couple of spitfire badasses over here..." to herself with a soft snicker.

Bero let out a rambunctious laughter at Nox’s comment, but he let the two finish their talking and sassing each other before starting himself. He waited with baited breath as he was called tiny, vulgar, piece of charcoal, and the like. But Bero didn’t let it bother him. If they hated him, all the better he could expect them to fight him. That’s exactly what he went for. But they were so chatty to each other, annoying each other at every turn and moment. They simply had to be twins, only people closely related could get on each other’s nerves so easily.

As the Coronamon asked for his name, he grinned and with all the confidence in the world, raised his expression, looking her in the eye with a confidence that could make a security camera seem meek. He had no intention of telling her his name, and he would gladly tell her it.. “Earn it.”

They gathered a few people watching, then again, when hadn’t Bero gathered at least one onlooker? It was completely normal for him to surround himself with enemies and random people interested in a look, ifnot only because the blue flames on his cape was a spectacle. He wasn’t done with the Coronamon and the Lunamon. As a matter of fact ,he wasn’t ever ready to start! “I see poor mister fancy thinks this is still the schoolyard life! It’s astonishing that you made it to Rookie, considering your attitude! Didn't anyone tell you? It's combat through which we get what we want most. Any case, it’s a shame just one of you wanted to fight me. I’m looking for a fair fight, and just fighting one Digimon of what i presume is a twin… isn’t a fight that’ll teach me anything…”

He took an idle gaze at nox, who clearly wasn’t interested in fighting. This annoyed him, but he would at least try a few more choice words before giving up on battling both of them at the same time. Winning was of less interest to him than doing his best and learning something, so he tried this one last taunt. “Then again, if you waste your time on something as worthless and impractical as your fashion… i suppose I'd learn just as much fighting both of you as I'd learn fighting one of you or none of you!”

The Chapmon would bounce to the side as Nox and Sol seemed to rise to Bero's taunts and challenging - heh, everyone here seemed to have a temper, didn't they? Mimi rolled her eyes at the two twins that leaped right into combat with the BlackGabumon, and would hop towards a tree to hang out underneath it, near the Kazemon and Syakomon who were spectating as well. She couldn't help but sour a tiny bit at the Kazemon though - yeah, show off your champion form so casually, why don't you? - feeling perhaps a hint of envy.

It wasn't like she wouldn't inevitably reach that stage - but seeing this Kazemon going around casually as a champion implied further strength, to be able to hold that form in the first place, and well... Mimi couldn't help but be a hair envious over it.

She wouldn't linger on it for too long though, glancing to Nox and Sol just in time to see the moves they let loose. It seemed that the two had different but complementary styles - at least at a first glance, judging by Sol going up close and personal with claws, and Nox firing an ice beam from afar. How would the BlackGabumon adapt and fight against this?