Bero
In-Training
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OOC Name: Fritsle
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Post by Bero on Jan 11, 2020 20:00:35 GMT
The sun bore down upon simple plains, grass and basic cables. It wasn’t a particularly warm day, but the outside weather felt pleasant thanks to the sun’s friendly shine. It gave a soft, yellow glow to the brown earth and the farm shed. In the distance, the newly-finished citystate of Rosewood was visible. It had truly become something great compared to before, a bastion of peace and kindness for anyone who came there. A place you could find your future and find your bearings.
Rosewood Farm It’s a poopscooping thread. There’s going to be poop, and there’s going to be scooping. [Job B - Down on the Farm]
A place for the complacent, for the weak and unsure who needed to rid themselves of freedom to make use of the help of others. Complacent is the last word Bero would use for himself. After all, he’s been trying everything to get rid of this helmet without landing him in some kind of digidanmed trouble he couldn’t get out of. But still, he needed to make some ends meet, and for that purpose, he’d find himself doing odd jobs. Preferably ones where he didn’t risk meeting digimon who had some trouble with him, of which there were… more than he’d like to admit. Nothing he couldn’t handle though. Or rather, nothing he couldn’t have handled if he had never lost his power. This patch of farm was almost entirely autonomous. The owner, a Nohemon, contacted any workers here via a monitor screen that was placed by the ceilings of the buildings. This digifarm wasn’t a big, fancy, modern one, but rather a traditional one with basic barn buildings. The farm had a bit of everything. Plants, in meat, bread and vegetable variety, it had a bit of a bit miner installation, using underground devices and windmills to generate energy and basic data for use. And most importantly, it had a junk data collection shed. The place collected junk data as an offshoot from all processes, like unusable data produced by the bit miners. But most importantly it gathered junk data from the C.O.VV.-programs. Conversion of Obsolete Various Vegetations programs. They just called them COWs. Bero calls them Crass, Obtuse and Wasteful heaps of data. But they converted useless or corrupt plant data into something more useful, that’s for sure. They also created a lot of waste data during the process. And Bero, right now, was eyeing a large amount of that waste data. Standing here, it wasn’t that bad, because it was mostly data, and it was organized neatly, and he had been given a shovel to deal with it. But that didn’t mean he didn’t expect a Sukamon to come out of all the waste data any second now. Well, he signed up for this, and while the pleasant yellow sun lit the field behind him, Bero’s black fire subtly hid him among the waste data in the shed. He grabbed his shovel and got to work on shovelling it to the proper devices to rip apart and re-organize the data.
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Post by Carlos Rey on May 13, 2020 5:05:37 GMT
As lucrative and fulfilling as the usual dangerous mission in the digital world tended to be, the near constant close encounters with deadly situations and murderous beings of untold power was, understandably so, starting to eat away at Carlos' mental and physical fortitude. Sure, they paid really well, one mission being more than enough for him to afford the rent of half a year, but there was no beating around the bushes here, he needed a freaking break asap.
So in an attempt to avoid yet another near death experience for a change, he managed to draft the three of them into a short and relatively simple gig involving being farmhands for a day or so. Of course, there was quite a bit of protesting coming from Dio all the way from the apartment to the farm, and only had gotten worse once they were informed in what most of their work would consist for the day.
"Do you truly expect me, the would be Dark Lord, to not only engage on menial, plebian labor but also do so in a manner involving waste?!" The impmon asked indignantly at the human as they made their way to the junk data collection shed, dragging his shovel along the ground with anger in his eyes.
"Nope." The man shrugged, not even looking back at the seething digimon. "If you wanna sit and watch go right ahead. Don't expect lazy lords to get paid just for attendance, though."
The bad news was that of course Dio did not take kindly to such an answer, glaring daggers at the human with such an intensity you'd think he was trying to make his head explode by sheer force of will. On slightly better news? Gio's optimism and general curiosity for doing actual work was almost enough to fully negate any negativity that came from Dio. Almost.
"Come on bro, it'll be fun! It's like that one farming game thing Carlos likes so much." The black and red dinosaur said happily, earning him nothing but a look of contempt from the imp.
"Your definition of fun is flawed at best and completely inaccurate at worst, dummy."
"Least someone's trying." Carlos muttered under his breath, but didn't say anything else, not wanting to give Dio more reasons to act upset. Once next to the large pile of waste they began working. And by working of course means Carlos trying his best to teach Gio how to use a shovel, while Dio simply looked at the rather sad scene with a bored look, trying to find something else to keep himself occupied with.
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Bero
In-Training
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OOC Name: Fritsle
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Post by Bero on May 25, 2020 18:58:34 GMT
The sound of other people alerted Bero. An instant form of discomfort was not being alone to be left to your own devices, when that happened to be the only thing one desired. What divine Jesmon did he piss off to deserve these kind of fates? With random number generation clearly not on his side, Bero did his best to blend in with the environment.
Dio had a sense of familiarity to him, none helped by the similarity of the voice. Bero would try to recall him, but his brain didn’t come with any logical association with the voice. A fair result for his memory. There were little rookies worth remembering, especially since he only really remembered rookies that taught him much in their fights. And his fights weren’t on his mind now.
Ontop of that, while a Sukamon jumping out of the waste data has not happened , yet, the one thing that Bero would consider worse did appear. A human. At least they were doing what they deserved to do in the digital world. Lowly handiwork without trying to change or save the world around them. Bero didn’t want to deal with their self-righteousness right now…
To ensure that the chance of the two meeting lowered, Bero started heaping the waste data a little more frantically, trying to create a pile between him and the other visitors. A… very noticeable pile, and a plan that very much risked throwing waste data in the general direction of those visitors.
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