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By power of Fist, will they Coexist? [V-day Bero&Boss]
Bero
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Post by Bero on Apr 23, 2020 21:47:42 GMT
Boss was scanning him, trying to get a read on him. See him for who he really was. Well, luckily, Bero chose the most believable act he could put up. Keep the act close to home. He continued drinking the wine, and the flavour did actually help him relax a bit. He felt himself reclining in his chair and letting his body rest a little more. Like with any veteran scrapper though, there was a sense of wariness which just wouldn't go away. Not quite yet, anyway.
Perhaps more drink would change his mood, but for now, he had to reply to Boss’ questions. “What makes you think i should have been worried about losing in this fight? I’m sure you considered your chance to gauge me more valuable than the stakes you put forward.”
He held his glass up and looked at Boss with calm eyes under the helmet, an underlying sense of smugness. He had won so much more than he had lost the fight. He had won Boss’ acknowledgement, he had won knowledge, of both Boss as a fighter and himself as a Darklizamon, and his martial strategies. He would be smirking, but his helmet would’ve hidden that anyway.
“I’ve learned a lot about you, too. Combat styles often show personality. Would it be presumptuous to say you’re as stubborn as a mountain?” He referred to the fact that Boss preferred to let his firm stance and unmoving position do the talking, rather than martial technique or ability to zip around his opponents. An interesting trait for someone with the physical build of a humanoid Digimon, rather than that of a monster. Or… a literal mountain. Since there were Digimon who were, quite literally, more mountain than beast.
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Post by Boss on Apr 25, 2020 20:07:20 GMT
“Well, less that you should be worried and more having any lack of regrets.” Boss explained, taking another sip of his wine, then filling up his glass with more. The Tekkenryumon felt like the guy was treating their own conversation like a fight. At the very least, he was maybe loosening up. A big maybe, though. Boss leaned back into his chair and snapped his fingers, summoning one of the waiter Digimon to their table to take their order, but only after they’d finish their little back and forth.
For now, Boss had a few good ideas on Bero, but he decided to see what would happen if he just…called him out a bit. Maybe he would deny the accusation, maybe he would just admit it without telling him why. Boss was incredibly curious about the guy. Maybe caving his head into the floor would make him spill some beans, but that would not look well outside of the arena.
“I definitely did gain a bit, which is why I said what I said, but I do feel you’re holding back a little on me.” The massive dragon Digimon said, leaning forward, elbows on the table and forcing it to shake a for a small second. “I got that you’re rather tenacious, but you do keep a lot close from those few minutes. Considering my whole goal was to get to know you a bit, I got a smidge, which I won’t complain about, but I will say that I’m disappointed just a bit.”
Another sip of his wine and he continued. “Being like that is prolly gonna get ya more enemies than friends. Hell, maybe ya feel like ya don’t need friends. But if anything, all I’m wanting for you to act like yourself, which is why I was wondering why you didn’t bother evolving. And yes, I am stubborn as a mountain. Kind of have to be to get around here. Before we continue, how’s about we get some food first?” He motioned for the waiter Burgermon to come forth and take his order of his usual meal, then motioned towards Bero next for his meal.
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Bero
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Post by Bero on Apr 25, 2020 22:51:17 GMT
Bero mentally brushed aside the first statement. He was plenty fine in strategising which fights he should take and which he shouldn’t. At least, when it came to the punching kind of fights. If this conversation had been a battle in itself, then perhaps he wasn’t fighting the right fight. He had been trying so hard to hide the venom that made up his very essence, but it seems his efforts had been for naught.
As Boss poured himself a glass of wine, Bero held out his glass to be poured some more too. He hadn’t been drinking as quickly as the Tekkenryumon, obviously, given their size, but he still could do with a top up. The wine was absolutely delightful, and the mix of flavours was actually quite pleasant to Bero, especially after the exercise.
Boss had noticed some discrepancies due to the fight the two had. He told Bero as much of such, showing disdain that Bero was still holding back, hiding something. The gears in Bero’s mind turned. How to excuse himself out of this properly? He needed a new half-truth… Or perhaps the full truth? No, it wasn’t time for that. But it didn’t sound like a horrible idea… was that the alcohol talking? Bero was unsure, but that didn’t stop him from sipping more wine as Boss suggested they got some food.
“Sure. Food sounds nice.” Bero’s tone had changed, he let a little more of his real tone slip. More so because he was too preoccupied to keep a perfect act up. His voice lacked a certain pitch and change of intonation. As the Burgermon was there to take their order, Bero’s gaze had become one of indifference. “I’ll take the Pistachio tartar tower and Foie Gras with toasted sourdough, please.”
Bero had little issue speaking the strange words, a little to his own surprise. Leaning always came quickly to him anyway though. His mind puzzled a little more as he let Boss make his orders. “I have told you I'm in reform. I’m holding back because I'm busy changing myself. If my normal behaviour was suitable for making friends, I wouldn’t be ‘reforming’ myself, would I?”
“As for why I didn't bother evolving, it’s because trying to evolve desp-Ngh… Well, no use lying past that. Going beyond certain outside limitations has… not been successful, yet.” He subconsciously scratched at his helmet, the source of his current issues. And the entire reason he was even trying to get a friend. The reform he suggested earlier, was, in truth, far less severe than he was making it sound. He wasn’t actually trying to change his personality, just be more efficient in befriending people.
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Post by Boss on Apr 27, 2020 1:46:14 GMT
After pouring Bero another glass after his, Boss waited for the Darklizamon to finish speaking before he ordered next. If anything, he could see some of the gears turning in his brain, which made Boss grin. There ya go. Now he had no other choice but to tell him the lowdown. Even if he told him a bit, it’d still be something at the very least. His grin wasn’t malicious or anything of the sort, but one where his curiosity was finally being sated. Bero began to explain his little situation, to which Boss had a raised brow now.
So the guy was in the middle of a reform, which explained why he was holding back so much. The massive dragon's tail shifted for a second and he nodded. An admirable effort, at least to him. Boss figured that he was right in that Bero probably had a better friendship with the floor than with actual digimon, so this entire date was probably agonizing to him. Much as he wanted to laugh, he kept it to himself since he had nothing but respect for that.
Then came the big doozy. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to evolve, it was more that he couldn’t for some reason. When he scratched as his helmet, Boss didn’t know if he was talking about that specifically or some other external force preventing him from such. But either way, it was a barrier for him to get over at the end of the day. If anything, it seemed like his desire to change his personality was linked to whatever was holding him back from evolving.
“I’ll have the usual,” Boss then waved away the Burgermon, who scribbled down both of their orders and walked off with a bow, leaving the two of them alone.
“Alright, I do respect you for that effort, but I will say that…pretending to be wholly nice is gonna backfire on ya. Chalk it up from experience,” Boss shrugged. “I’m still loud, brash, stubborn, but acting like you’re picture perfect is a lot more stress than you think it is. If anything, things will start clicking a bit more when you start letting folks in a bit more” Boss explained with another shrug. “More are wiling to put up and be friends when you know what’s going on, trust me. I wouldn’t have my higher ups if I didn’t learn and pushed them away. ”
Boss then leaned back into his seat, kicking up his feet and clogs on the table with a thud. Something he did when he was usually relaxed, and a rather normal act when he was here. “But again, doesn’t mean you have to pretend. Hell, I’ve only met ya for a bit and I like ya enough to be a friend. Mostly because you remind me of me, and in a not narcissistic way.” He said, pointing a claw at the Darklizamon. “I fully believe you can do it, though. Break whatever’s limiting you, I mean.” He finished with another sip.
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Bero
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Post by Bero on Apr 27, 2020 3:34:32 GMT
Boss was busy analyzing him, getting into every nook and cranny of Bero’s psyche. He wanted to know Bero inside and out… Well, that is the purpose of a date, but not exactly what Bero was hoping for. He had hoped for someone more gullible. But such are the dice, now was simply the question if he could roll with them. Boss seemed to like Bero’s personality though, even the more crass side of it. Boss seemed to catch on easy to Bero’s acting, perhaps it had been because they’d once been in a similar boat, or because they communicated via their fists.
“Well if you want for it, i’ll just be my natural self.” Bero said with a sigh to finish it off. Instead of a relaxed posture though, Bero looked more cautious of his surroundings than ever. Like he was getting ready to spring out of the way of an unexpected bashing. For him, that was his state of relaxment. He only felt worse when he tried to cut loose and just let things happen. “I’ll be digi-damned if i didn’t tell you so though. If you end up splitting my core in two, i’ll need to have a word with Random Number Generation in the afterlife for pairing the two of us up.”
Bero was clearly some kind of annoyed. Everything he did was hinted at with anger, but it was more genuine than him trying to pretend to be nice. He was truly pissed at everything in life, some way or another. He took a large swig of the wine, setting it down and staring at it as Boss gave his words of belief. “I was hoping to get more than a motivational quote stolen off of a Gatomon poster. While words of kindness give strength to others and can invariably turn the tide of battle by allowing digimon better access to strength within, it’s not going to help someone like me. And not in a battle of information. It’s not a question if the limiter can be broken, I have no reason to believe i’ve seen the limits of possibility in the digital world. The question is how it can be broken, when it can be broken… And right now? Who might help me figure out how. I’m up against something, that, from all my suspicions, was hacked straight into my code, for some vile purpose of holding me back, for reasons i know jack-sukamon about.”
His voice was slowly raising up as he spoke, the hint of anger getting clearer with every sentence. Hints of almost guttural growling twisted in between his words, and his helmet shone brighter and brighter as he spoke. Eventually it was gleaming brightly enough to be a light bulb on itself as he talked. “And there ain’t no port looking for some malware code messed up worthless pile of spaghetti which made trouble in the past. Not much i can do if i get myself deleted like an idiot either, so what else can i do besides lay low and try to re-establish my groundwork like i’m an outdated maintenance server running on a mainframe my nonexistent ancestors would be ashamed to acknowledge, trying to appeal to some ‘empathetic’ stronger digimon to get a liking to me and help me out?!”
It was starting to disturb nearby tables a bit, the last part of his rant clearly louder than any inside voice should be, but luckily not quite shouting at the top of his lungs. He let out a growl, sat back, and downed his wine glass as his helmet glowed more. Well, that was… sudden, but a reasonable response. He needed to lose some irritation now and then anyway. His helmet was still glowing radiantly, but he sat back and let his expression get calmer, ready to be responded towards and engage in conversation normally.
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Post by Boss on Apr 27, 2020 21:33:54 GMT
Ahh, there it was. He’d finally worn Bero down enough -or he got tired of the asking- that he decided to be up front with him. It was what Boss was looking for, after all. He kept his position, feet and clogs kicked up on the table to let Bero have the floor and begin. And it was quite a start too. He noted the change almost immediately. He sounded perpetually fed up and angry, not at one specific thing, but perhaps everything. Boss gave him the respect he was due and let him continue, even if the other restaurant goers glanced at him.
And if they did, Boss simply gave them a stern glare to mind their own damn business and go about their meals. Aside from that, the Tekkenryumon listened intently. Most of it was simple ranting at the world and its unfairness, but he did get a good chunk of new things out of it. Whatever this limiting factor was, it was completely baked into his code and not something easily broken. He guessed that the metal mask was a physical representation of it but taking it off was impossible unless they solved whatever was harboring him on the inside. Boss wasn’t going to pretend like he had the solution to that at all. If anything, he wanted to instill a little faith to open for his own sake, or else he was going to end up burning himself out at his own misfortune.
Near the end of his little rant was where Boss had a mild twinge of annoyance and clacked a clog on the table, almost knocking over the bottle of half full wine. “It was more curiosity than empathy, ya pissant.” Boss said curtly. “But your little outburst is what I was looking for. No trying to convince me you’re something you’re not, being completely upfront is all I want. And this? Exactly what I was looking for. The unnatural amount of anger makes sense, I’d be pissed and angry at the world too. I can’t offer any advice, but I can guarantee you that slapping anyone’s hand aside isn’t gonna do you any favors when push comes to shove and you piss off the wrong folks or the ones who are stubborn enough to be your friend.” Boss explained, adjusting his position on the table and now leaning over, staring at Bero eye to eye, fist clenched.
“Unless you want to make this your last meal and we can try deleting you to see if anything changes, cause I’m still itching and don’t mind putting that mask and you in a crater.” The Tekkenryumon stated. It wasn’t told in a threatening tone, but rather an utter fact. He continued staring at Bero over the table, slitted eyes growing thinner for a moment with a low snarl. It was then that their little moment was interrupted by the same Burgermon waiter bringing over their food to the table; Bero’s meal and Boss’s usual, a stack of grilled steaks coated in various spices and flavors. You could see three the plate, all of them for him. With the food underneath them, it was hard pressed for him to keep the annoyance.
None of what he said was wrong, but he was trying to be less condescending and more treating him like an equal. He felt that he deserved that much from the get-go, and all he wanted was this initial conversation, plus some food. He felt bad for the guy, he really did.
“Alternatively, if I were to ‘help’ as you call it, the most I’d offer is some training to bring you to my snuff, and not just ‘mons out in the street. Least I can do for someone I actually like to be a friend, wasn't trying to be empathetic about that” he added, sitting back into his chair and crossing his arms. “I dunno what…whatever’s limiting you is, never seen anything like it. Could always ask around, but I doubt you want that.” He finished. “Now, let’s dig in a bit.”
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Bero
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Post by Bero on Apr 27, 2020 22:01:00 GMT
The clack provided no response whatsoever from Bero. He was wary of his surroundings, but movements that weren’t aimed at him were not worth reacting towards. There was definitely an interesting mirror dynamic in the two’s stubbornness. Bero rolled his eyes as Boss commented on how Bero slapped aside the hand that reached out for him. He felt like Boss was missing a point, but let Boss finish his thought first.
Then came the threat, veiled as a fact, but clearly trying to elicit some kind of response from Bero. Or… perhaps not, perhaps Boss was simply speaking from a more emotional place and it just blurted out, that seemed logical given Bero’s analysis so far. His metal helmet remained brightly aglow, showing off his irritation. Bero noted the Burgermon but cared little for it. However, the Burgermon did steal away his chance to interject, leaving Boss with more to say before he could reply himself. Boss seemed to be calming down slightly and offering his assistance.
“I’d say enjoy the food, but you don’t want to see that fake side of me.” He growled and continued to eat some of his food. He didn’t put too much thought into the actual eating and enjoying of the food, even if his own meal was semi luxurious, rather than just a pile of steaks. After a short break of eating, Bero replied. “I’m not some inflexible idiot who thinks he can warp a ‘friend’ to do whatever the dark-zone I need them to do. I’m not looking to make anyone offer something they don’t want to offer, that’s not how those coveted ‘friendships’ work. Not that i have a clue in the slightest where this meeting is going. i was acting ‘nice’ to you, That was not slapping your hand aside. But now i can’t hold onto that any more, cause you’d be onto that and it’d worsen your impression from me, from what i’ve seen. And then you veil a threat like a fact, whether subconscious or not, but i believe it’s something you won’t follow up on anyway. Taking your curiosity, stubbornness and sense of aged wisdom into account, you’d never delete me. Some random angry champion with no connection holds no risks for you whatsoever, and by the time you’ve done enough damage to delete me, you’d probably have already vented and be more interested in seeing what i do next.”
Bero… didn’t actually want to say all that. But it just became so much easier to talk and share his thought process. Maybe Boss would start viewing him differently based on what he just said. He gave a grunt. “I’m blaming the wine on that mess i just let slip.”
And then he poured himself another glass, took a bite of the food, and washed it down with the luxurious wine anyway. That he blamed the alcohol didn’t mean he was going to stop drinking it.
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Post by Boss on Apr 27, 2020 22:25:58 GMT
When the food was set and ready, Boss immediately got to digging into his meal once Bero did. His pile of steaks was a lot less luxurious, but it kept him fed. Twirling around a fork and knife, he got to slicing and cutting large chunks off and shoving them into his maw every so often. At the comment of not enjoying the food, Boss couldn’t help but chuckle a bit. See, that was the more genuine thing he was looking for.
The two of them ate in relative silence, at least until Bero spoke up again while Boss was in the middle of chowing down on his second steak and wiping his maw down with a napkin on the side. He explained that he wasn’t inflexible and simply desiring one thing without considering of how the other felt, that wasn’t how friendships worked to him, at least the ones he probably assumed that he had. When he brought up his threat however, that got another chuckle from the massive punk dragon.
“I think you’ve got the wrong idea. I do actually want to help, mostly because in all my centuries, cycles, what have you, I’ve never seen someone in your situation,” Boss said after finishing another chunk of his meal. “And don’t think of it as you are manipulating me or anything. You acting like yourself and that little spar got me interested in you. And like I said before, I wanted to get to know you. So if your default is constantly angry, I can take it. I will say though, that wasn’t a threat. I don’t do threats.” Boss said, unceremoniously gulping down another piece of meat and beginning to slice down his third one.
“I only state facts because I fully think stupid ass ideas fully deserve to be followed through on. Play stupid games with me, win stupid prizes.” He said, waggling his comedically tiny fork at Bero’s face. “Besides, if I were to, I’d at least not feel any regrets because I know you wouldn’t make it easy, and that’s what I like. Plus, I wouldn't give your a warning, that's no fun.”
After another glass of wine and refilling his own and the Darklizamon’s, Boss took a sip and let out a hearty laugh, swishing the glass around between two claws. “If anything, you’ve actually made a better impression now than before. Yeah, you kinda seem like an ass, but I’m about it. Time, business, death and booze mellowed me out so it’s nice to have around. I do hope that the pursuit for cooking was for real because the chocolates were great.”
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Post by Bero on Apr 27, 2020 22:47:40 GMT
Bero wasn’t sure to what parts he should respond directly and shouldn’t. But it seemed mostly like a heartfelt response which showed him a little more of how Boss worked. He could see a sense of similarity between the two. It was nice, and it got him interested in Boss, as Boss would be more likely to understand his plight and help him out. “Well then. Here’s to an unexpected twist into the best result for this date to end up in. I had left behind all hope for a connection that seemed genuine, but it seems random number generation code had some other ideas.”
He raised up a glass of toast, but didn’t smile with it, the smile would be fake anyway. His toast was mostly to make Boss happy with something, but he did genuinely want to see Boss happy rather than angry, for selfish reasons or not.
“All I was really hoping for from this is someone to have some interest in my well-being. I have a knack for making enemies, and I generally avoid friends. Friends are a viable source of strength and influence in the world, but it’s a give and take thing… And in the long long run? I don’t want to be distracted with any obligation to give anyone anything.” He said honestly, hopefully to get more of an idea across to why he was even on a date, and how he viewed friendships in general. “As for the cooking… I’m actually more of a fire manipulator than a martial artist. And you could say the cooking was some research into how fire and heat code affects things.”
He relaxed a little. Maybe he’d let himself get to some of his habits.He looked over to a candle. Then to some lamps, and then to candlemon, and then to a Flaremon’s ear.. “Not even 200 celsius. Barely 210 celsius… 452 celsius, common for a rookie… 1459 celsius, definitely not just a rookie or champion.”
Each temperature was said for every single thing he was observing, listing them by temperature.
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Post by Boss on Apr 29, 2020 22:19:58 GMT
Boss grinned, nodding in agreement. “And I at least got someone that doesn’t hold their tongue for the most part.” He said. The two of them coming to an agreement for what felt like the first time tonight was pretty good to say the least. Bero wasn’t expecting to end out with a kinship or understanding, to which Boss couldn’t help but feel bad a bit. But, it was more of a time for good things than anything. After finishing off his food, he gave Bero a thumbs up instead of a glass up. When the Darklizamon began to speak again, he quickly lobbed the last piece of meat in his maw and waited for him to finish speaking.
The general goal for the date, at least on Bero’s end, was to meet someone who was genuinely interested in him. At least with Boss, he did get that in spades. The Tekkenryumon saw a lot of himself in the guy, so who was he to turn an eye to that? His master would have been ashamed at him if he were still alive and berated him before the Gaioumon kicked his own face into the dirt. Boss gave him another smile. “friendship is a two way street yes, but it’s not one where you just go and demand things for the sake of expecting something in return. That’s more of a business than anything. I can definitely tell you that I won’t ask anything of you in return other than a spar or two at some point,” the Tekkenryumon waved nonchalantly.
When he explained the cooking and explaining that he was more of a fire manipulator -he actually wondered why he didn’t bother shooting fire at him, maybe because he was a dragon- and the cooking was more or less figuring out how fire worked with other things. Boss nodded and whistled lowly once he started listing off different temperatures of the flames around the vicinity of the restaurant. “Ooh, snazzy. But, for what it’s worth, what you know now is commendable, they could just use the good ol Boss refining.” He said, punching a fist into a free arm.
“For what it’s worth, my hobbies are very far and few between after retiring, so you could call this an attempt at socializing,” he shrugged.
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Post by Bero on Apr 30, 2020 0:57:14 GMT
Bero noticed that Boss was… passionate about the food, to say at the very least. Or perhaps passionate wasn’t the right word, rather, ‘efficient’ would describe Boss better. Not that Bero cared, he was merely observing it to clues and hints to how else Boss might tick. He preferred people in his immediate environment to be predictable. At least he was right about Boss having some interest in him. Well, he’d say being right was refreshing, but it felt like the norm.
“A spar or two is likely a two way street on itself though so that wouldn’t be any issue, for now. All i can hope for is that you don’t mind if you have to bash some faces in to get me out of some situation. I have a feeling the moment I start poking around in what’s holding me back, anything could happen. Not that I won’t be careful. I assure you, I have no intention of actually needing a digidanmed rescue.” He looked annoyed. The idea of being rescued clearly pissed him the hell off. He didn’t want for it to happen… but it was better to have someone who might actually rescue him lined up just in case it did happen. His helmet glowered a little at his annoyance, but after that, stopped to glow, for only a short second, as his whole body became more neutral.
Most of the food had been eaten, and most of the drinks had been swallowed, leaving Bero with having drunk quite a bit of wine, but not being too much worse for wear. Fortunately it was just wine, and not heavily coded drinks made to quickly change up behaviour. Bero still felt a little more loose lipped, but he also seemed to lack the ability to care about it.
“Did you really call me out on not being good at making friends when your ‘attempt’ at socialising was just as ‘fist-first’ as my old ones…?” His helmet glowed a tinge and he sighed in clear irritation. Maybe Bero wouldn’t have accused him of hypocrisy if Bero had made an effort to remember how exactly their meeting went, but he wasn’t quite feeling like recollecting things so precisely...
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Post by Boss on May 5, 2020 21:14:24 GMT
As Boss finished his meal, complete with a small pile of dirty napkins, he set his fork and knife down to continue the conversation. He was glad that the guy was at least being legit with him, only thing he could really ask for. When the Darklizamon took him up on a future spar, Boss gave a solid thumbs up at the plan and let him continue his piece. At the mention of bailing him out, he waved a hand nonchalantly. The idea of getting him out of any situation almost made him frown, but the fact that Bero said he wouldn’t likely need it whenever he started to poke around in whatever was about his helmet made Boss nod.
“Good, good, didn't expect anything less. If anything, I'm curious because this seems like…one of those fiendish things someone would do and mass produce. Makes me think whom or what you pissed off that I’ve never seen such a thing for long as I’ve been alive.” Boss commented, pointing a claw at the helmet.
The dragon poured himself and Bero another glass of wine if he would have it, chuckling a bit at the comment before taking another sip from his glass. “Hey, at least I wined and dined you! I’m not so callous as to bash someone’s face in without giving them a nice meal before or after the fact if I like em.” he said, letting out a hearty laugh. [br]
Bero did have a point though. It wasn’t any better than his old attempts, but it *did* in fact work. “You’re not wrong though, it’s prolly the one thing that won’t change about me no matter how I am. If I get the itch to throw down, I’ll at least offer the idea. Hell, if I were younger, I wouldn’t even propose and just sneak attack you and let things go on from there. Either way, I call this a success,” Boss said, leaning forward fist outward and proposing a fist bump.
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Post by Bero on May 7, 2020 5:32:36 GMT
Bero wondered if the helmet would be mass produced, and who Bero pissed off for it. Bero had gone by all the possibilities, and even ran some investigations… but he had really only pissed off some rookies, and the occasional champion. The answer was still far off. “Yeah, I suppose that’s the obvious question when you know of the damn thing. Who fragging made it… if only the answer were nearly as obvious.”
Being polite just… wasn’t a part of Bero’s code, it would appear. Or maybe it was, he was a whole mixed bag of things, and the alcohol wasn’t making him much better. Which -still- didn’t stop from him in indulging a little more from it. Boss made some joke of adding a dinner to the fight, to which Bero shrugged with a sort of grin on his face. He already had something to say, but he let Boss finish talking all the way first. And Boss wasn’t wrong, in this case, it was a success.
“Hah, if anything, to me, the fight was the friendly part anyway. Dinner was just a ploy to get to know me, the fight is something I could use to learn from. Also can't argue with the results of your past strategy, after all, you’re at least a full stage better than I am.” He said with a grin, returning Boss’ fist bump a bit awkwardly with his mostly-claw hands.
He clearly had no clue where Boss’ true strength and level lay, but he was keen to know, no doubt for selfish reasons and knowing exactly who he was talking with. “So, you have any kind of adventures or hidden powers you’ve gotten over the times? You pretty much know my life story by now.”
Bero ignored the fact that his life story was rather… undeveloped.
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Post by Boss on May 7, 2020 22:07:54 GMT
Boss crossed his arms and leaned back into his chair, humming for a moment on where to start about himself. It was an easy question, but marginally difficult. Things got rather inflated over the years, some memories burned into others, so it was hard to pick the ones he knew for sure weren’t just him screwing about or a drunken fantasy. It took him half a minute to respond, the burly dragon man raising a claw. What better way to start then from the beginning?
“Well, my life isn’t terribly luxurious until super recently. I was born in the Valley of the Dragons with not a bit to my name, so life and death situations were all I knew until I met my master. The old coot took care of me, trained me. Damn near my father, really. That last a long while til he was deleted by some pissants. When I mean he was old, he was old. Kept to himself but still whupped ass and decided to let me live with him when I was but a Kyokomon.” Boss said with a tired sigh, taking a very long gulp of wine.
“After that, I deleted them, loaded their data too. I was angry, way too angry. Wandered around for some time across the Digital World until I found some idiots that made me less angry and we started a ragtag group of petty thieves, but we looked out for each other.” Boss explained, waving a hand around.
“I think I got less angry and more…temperamental, is what someone called it when we stole from someone much stronger than us. I expected those bozos to run at the first sight of losing, but they stuck by me and that’s how I see em like brothers. This was all back when Terminus City was just up and starting, so this place was crime ridden to the brim. Would not be able to tell you how much I stole for a quick buck or some food.” He laughed, thinking back on the streets barely full of buildings under construction and the streets barely full of Digimon like they are now.
“The decades kind of blur together, but I decided to make my own business, running inns around the Digital World. It was stupid, but when you get a mafia boss to fund you because you kept stepping on their territory and eventually burned their place down and promised more ass kicking in interest…you make do, heh.” The Tekkenryumon chuckled, picking at his rows of teeth with a singular claw. “It was mostly because I wanted to give some ‘mons a place they can call home away from home, or a home in general. I retired mostly because I needed a change of pace. As for hidden powers, got none other than being handy with swords and being abnormally strong as an offset of all the ‘mon loading I did.”
Boss lifted his arm and gave it a solitary flex, patting the bulging, scaled bicep that surged forth. “And by abnormally, I can lift several Whamon and maybe consider it a warmup. Coupled with my personality, that’s why I’m like a mountain.”
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Bero
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OOC Name: Fritsle
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Post by Bero on May 8, 2020 6:39:45 GMT
Bero listened intently to the entire story, profiling Boss at every step of the way. Every hint he got about who Boss truly was and what Boss had done, he had used to categorize Boss into certain personality traits and knowledge. Clearly there was a LOT of history to him, so he had more experience than Bero had. Bero felt like Boss also rarely felt weighed down in the same way that Bero himself was. He had yet to decide if this was a good or bad thing.
He mentally noted the deletions and the experiences they offered Boss. The story was starting to create a rift between the two as it became clear to Bero that Boss wasn’t quite the same kind of fighty individual as he was. As Bero listened intently, his helmet glowed a bit at the mention of giving mons a home, but the glow died down quickly. He had some kind of anger towards the idea, but he kept it in check.
“We may both want to fight everything that moves, but clearly that isn’t enough to define either of us. Since we’re being honest anyway; I'm a bit taken aback at how… controlled by emotions and moral you are. Not to say you’re a goody two shoe, but you find happiness in offering others a home. Would be pretty far-fetched if i told that story. I wonder if I'll turn out like that.” Bero was surprisingly neutral to the idea. He’d find it very strange if that ended up being the case, considering he’d have a lot to regret if he suddenly went nice.
“I’m not against it though. It’ll be a closer inspection in something I already know… Emotions lead to motivation and determination, and that determination can be translated into strength and the ability to progress beyond your usual limitations early, when the emotions become strong enough. Let’s see if missing that bonus is what will set us apart, or if my technical approach will give me comparable quarry.” He said with a grin. His helmet glowed, the idea giving him a spark of anger, but he was also happy at the idea. If Bero did have an emotional spectrum, it seems everything would be prefixed with angry; like him being angry-happy at the moment.
He looked to the rippling muscles and the boast of them lifting multiple Whamon as a warmup and grinned. He shot Boss what was his idea of a compliment, a recognition of Boss’ power but also a promise of his own. “I look forward to the day I'll be able to one-up the gesture via some power of my own.”
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