A game of Sin we are trapped within [Closed]
Sept 22, 2019 17:43:17 GMT
Post by Bero on Sept 22, 2019 17:43:17 GMT
NOTICE:
If you are partaking, or have plans to partake in Bone’s 2019 Demons plotline, I request you to not read this thread! It may contain spoilers for possible plotpoints to come in these plots, and those would be much more fun if discovered in their missions instead of beforehand.
If you are partaking, or have plans to partake in Bone’s 2019 Demons plotline, I request you to not read this thread! It may contain spoilers for possible plotpoints to come in these plots, and those would be much more fun if discovered in their missions instead of beforehand.
Some fun music i felt fit the thread:
It was dark. Things crept in the shadows and soft sounds rattled in digital ears. The sweet sense of vulnerability overtook anyone present. The shadows could contain anything. But more than anything, they contained the voices. Voices that spoke into Bero’s skull. Whispered murmurs that never explains themselves. Bero’s head suddenly flit around, and the shadows vanished. He shook his head. He was getting distracted.
Tortown
The Alleyways: a den of shadows and greed.
The Alleyways: a den of shadows and greed.
It was raining, and a normal day in the dark alleyways of a small village. Despite it being a small village, it’s architecture was set up much like Terminus’ architecture, giving it much in the way of construction area and hidden dark alleyways. Many digimon appreciated this. Bero told himself he didn’t care for staying in the dark, but in truth, it was a lot easier for him to deal with the assumption that everyone was free to deal as vile-ly as they pleased. There was something about lawlessness that made him more in his nature.
Rain pittered and pattered against the rusty brown structures and metalline architecture that created the network of this small terminus imitating village. Bero was wet, and he hated it. Ever since he’s gotten this golden rim on his horn, he couldn’t dry himself off or resist the effects of slight rain anymore. He was at the mercy of the weather. The tip of his golden horn shone, and brought light and clarity to a small part of the shady alleyway he was in. A digimon hid from the light. Not that Bero could turn it off.
Bero had clutched a small digital preservative container, a cheap one, with code meant to preserve food inside. He mostly had it to stop the smell from the beelzeburgers coming out. He saw what they did to others. Unbeknownst to him, he was clutching the handle of the box tighter than he ever was before. His eyes were narrow despite the darkness. The darkness before him grasped and seemed to furiously push at the light. Blurs of dark blue and purple flitted in the darkness, barely catching his notice. As he blinked, he just saw a dimly lit alleyway, lit by his horn.
The slight chill of the wind sliding against his damp cloak was unpleasant. Perhaps it was getting to him a little. He could see that. Nonetheless, he was refocused now. He waltzed further into the alleyways. Finally happening upon a Bacomon, Bero spoke. “Hey.”
His voice was surprisingly deep considering he was shorter than most impmon. It was slightly hoarse. That was only because Bero hadn’t been talking for a while, definitely. The Bacomon looked at him with a judging look. He seemed taped together. His eyes were ripped into one big hole, and it continued to his mouth and head, forming a beelzemon like grin. “I don’t want your weird malignant code food.”
The Bacomon’s two separated eyes, normal one and small one alike, flitted away from Bero, the words coming from Bacomon’s nonexistent mouth. He vanished out of the light that Bero’s horn cast, leaving the scene. Another lost lead made the Blackgabumon to softly swear to himself under his breath. The horn lit up the surrounding area, a brown metallic wall with many patterned intersections at his right, a small electricity box on his left, a good two yards away from the ground. It’s soft zapping made for the only sound in the area.
It seems most of the rookies and minor underground characters who cared about other rookies had already caught wind of Bero trying to sell the untrustworthy burgers. He had dealt with a few rabid digimon trying to steal them off of him, but thusfar, they hadn’t had a chance. Bero was feeling sour. he sat down and leaned against the wall, looking up to the encroaching darkness. He just wanted to sell these burgers and move onto the next scavenge.