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All It Takes Is a Spark [Bero]
Bero
In-Training
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OOC Name: Fritsle
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Post by Bero on Apr 15, 2019 15:52:03 GMT
Bero had taken time to dry himself off, the hissing of his cloak continuing for moment lasting, himself shifting in position to ensure the trash and squelching ground below him wouldn’t give way. Bero was taking time, and time it was taking to dry his cloak. However, the last o the junky vestiges seemed to crumble or stop sticking to his cloak as it all crumbled to ash or dehydrated to the point it no longer stuck, Bero grunting and stuck between coughing in disgust and breathing deeply from the toll the fall and heating himself up had taken from him. But now he observed his surroundings, filled in trash as one would expect.
Blue light made the area glow up far more than any glowing parts remaining in the actual trash. Bero was one of the few sources of light here, and definitely the brightest in his direct environment. It would not help him find the human directly, damning him to wander through the junk until he started seeing a path out. Well, to be fair, even if he found the human, he’d still have to find some exit of sorts, one they could both use.
He would not focus on the human now though, as he had clearly underestimated this garbage chute. Or at least, so he thought. He started walking, his light steps luckily meaning that he wouldn’t sink too deeply in the trash and could easily jump for stable trash parts in this otherwise unpleasant ground. His thinking of not focusing on the human changed though, when even the slightest hint of orange and red light was spotted from the corner of his eyes.
He moved closer, with great interest. Fire, he could sense it, smell it, see it’s glow. He needed to know why, where and how. Something seemed different about this fire, and if there’s one thing Bero had encountered much of, it was fire. Walking to the entrance of a ruined little building of sorts, he saw a small torch. It was elegantly holding a small orange flame, which Bero, for the first time ever in his life, couldn’t really see the temperature of. Had he hit his code? Had he damaged the one skill he had known and used for a whole life? No… there was something more going on here. It was a ruined temple. Was the code outdated? Corrupt? Why was it in the trash? He stepped further inside, only to see the human and an impressive display of a dragon, all kinds of powerful fires in the environment. But at the core of it all, the human.
But who needs a spark, when you’re always fire and flame by yourself? Bero was this fire, Bero was this unbound, limitless fury, which needed no firestarter.. His blue fire raged on his back, his furred cape waving in the pure heat it generated. He never had a spark, not the spark of life, not the spark of passion. Just the flames of anger and the flames of destruction. While orange fire snaked and lit two powerful torches, Bero only able to tell they were well beyond the power of his own, and a great basin that lit aflame revealing a dragon, he yelled out in ignited fury. “WHAT DO YOU, A MERE HUMAN, HAVE TO DO WITH THIS MIGHTY FIRE? HOW DO YOU GET THE ATTENTION OF THESE THINGS?! WHAT MAKES YOU DESERVING?”
He couldn’t stand to see it. Someone was surrounded by powerful fire from an unknown source, even as the human winced in clear pain, moving up these stairs which served as a trial unto themselves, he was envious. This wasn’t the pain of suffering, that was the pain of life, surging through you when your body couldn’t handle it. Bero did not dare come close to the powerful red flames that surrounded the human. What he did not see, however, is how his own, blue fires, lit up another part of the ruins. As if symbolic, the blue fires lit up the walls around the Blackgabumon in an unfriendly, cold light, an image of shadows and evil depicted on the walls and entrance around Bero, while Saru found himself at the side of the bright light of the dragon and orange flames.
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Post by Saruyuki Takemitsu on Apr 15, 2019 19:03:18 GMT
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Hateful, furious inquisitions pummel Saruyuki above the roaring flames of this hidden, forbidden holy ground; the wrathful reptile had finally caught up with its enemy, its prey, decrying outrage and blasphemy at the teenager's supposed transgression to approach the abandoned shrine. So profound, so deep was its anger, that a separate series of braziers and candelabra found their tongues of radiant orange fire smothered out, only to be replaced with the slow and wispy burn of cold, bitter blue light; the same aura that burned and shimmered out from its lupine fur like oil in water.[break][break]
In the monster's eyes, perhaps it was sacrilege. After all, Saruyuki was a foreigner in an equally foreign world, a mere wretched human in the presence of something far beyond all hope of comprehension.[break][break]
Hope. It was this which pushed his broken body forward, to strain and resist against the crushing grip of death itself, even as it squeezed tighter around his spirit. The carved plinth is all Saruyuki can fixate on, the colored effigy resting on its surface acting as a focal point as he squirmed and crawled up every stair, leaving streaks of blood and filth in his wake. The closer he pulled himself to the great dragon idol, the brighter his pocket began to glow.[break][break]
He had to get away; he had to hide; he had to fight — anything was better than having his life taken away from him![break][break]
As if proving the scaly scoundrel's seething sentiments, the cobalt conflagrations that cropped up all around it appeared to creep closer to the shrine itself, gradually consuming the comforting warmth of the crumbling temple's once-sacred atmosphere. Truly, this was indicative of the beast's own willpower, its determination to snuff out the light of hope and instill within Saruyuki the terror of true despair. But the teenager was close; he was so close...[break][break]
Somebody... Please... Weakly, Saruyuki lifts his right hand up, trying as hard as he can to stretch it out so that it might grab the stone idol in one last ploy to regain his footing. Help me... As rivers of tears stain his cheeks, the boy touches the sculpture, and it is here that the final vestiges of his strength and energy fade, just as the chilling blue flames of his pursuer threatened to overtake the last of the torches with dark light.[break][break]
Before there was any room to celebrate, a glint of crimson light flickers from within the eyes of the mighty stone dragon, and a powerful explosive force rocks the scene as the stone basin which sat before the great idol violently spews hot red fire like an erupting volcano, instantly washing away the encroaching blue flames as if the entity they originated from had committed the true blasphemy; gouts of orange and crimson thrust upward from every possible source of light to emphasize this point, illuminating the monument, its prize, and the human at the center of it all, with fiery retribution.[break][break]
O human, who pursues the will to life, thou hath been chosen. A resplendent lattice of white radiance spontaneously forms a spherical screen around the battered Saruyuki, and from the pocket of his grime-soaked pants suddenly emerges the precise origin of the mysterious glow: a yellow object with red grips emits a screeching whine as it hovers above his body by mere inches. Receive the Spirit of Fire, and be reborn anew.[break][break]
Somehow, in some way that was beyond his understanding, Saruyuki found his form being slowly lifted off of the dusty temple floor as the strange device reorients its screen to face the mystery object sitting atop the pedestal, shining an iridescent beam forward as it physically appears to deconstruct itself, bit by bit, into a fractal ribbon of light that wrapped and coiled itself around the teenager's body, working its way down the human's left arm. The plaster casing around it dissolves within the cocoon of light like wet tissue, miraculously revealing that some of its motor functions had been returned to Saruyuki, to his complete and utter amazement.[break][break]
Compelled by instinct to reach forward and grab the floating apparatus, the luminescent casing shatters in a grand display, and Saruyuki plops harmlessly back to his feet, fingers wrapped around the device as he tries to process all that was occurring. His body felt... refreshed, rejuvenated, like he had just taken the best nap and could exercise for twelve hours without needing to pause for rest! He glances at his left arm, still astonished by the fact that he could now move it and feel no pain, yet simultaneously curious about the weird band of multicolored light spinning around his hand like a roulette wheel in motion.[break][break]
One offhanded glimpse at the device's screen is all it takes for Saruyuki to capture and register a single word, printed in bold digital text: "SCAN". He peers up at the pelt-wearing dinosaur with renewed interest, only this time, the blond boy is willing to take a huge gamble. It was all or nothing now; it was time to fight fire with fire.[break][break]
"Round two, you son of a bitch!" Saruyuki whispers beneath his breath, dragging the hand carrying that odd gadget upward, and following suit with the one wrapped with radiant bar code. When the shimmering band collides with the top of the device, a shower of sparks flies out like two pieces of flint grinding together, and in that same vein, the serpentine strand of code winds and coils all over and around Saruyuki's frame.[break][break]
Power, unlike anything he's ever experienced before, pours into Saruyuki to the point it can no longer be contained by his fragile human shell; every last inch of Saruyuki appears to visibly disintegrate as another shape quickly builds itself over where he once existed, a form still his own, yet simultaneously unknown to him. Swaths of blistering crimson flame spread and cover this new body, transmogrifying into bright scarlet hair, then skin, and finally a bushy tail that danced and flickered as they did. Hazel eyes become green, his teeth sharpen, his muscles become dense and tough like iron. Something was happening to Saruyuki, whether or not the black-furred beast desired this outcome.[break][break]
At long last, this new entity tenses his arms and lets loose a primal howl, sending out a wave of fire to signal the completion of this wild and crazy transformation. The flames of the fire god's temple billow and roar approvingly, an omen of good fortune if there ever was one to the being that now stood in opposition to the cantankerous and hateful monster sitting meters away.[break][break]
Was this creature still Saruyuki Takemitsu, or had he truly been reborn anew?
[attr="class","dangerfoot"] [attr="class","dangertag"] this was the former tag spot
[attr="class","dangernotes"] 1,116 words / flame on! flamon!
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Bero
In-Training
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OOC Name: Fritsle
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Post by Bero on Apr 28, 2019 22:25:23 GMT
Bero’s fury unending had sent blue fires to swallow the room in it’s entirety! Bero did not even notice the incredible presence he had within the room. To him, the blue fires surrounding his vision and focusing upon the human were just a representation of his anger, their significance flying over his head. He had wanted nothing more than to show the human what real fire was like and that the human did not belong in a place like this.
But it seemed reality itself conspired against this purpose. Vibration and red fires overpowered every single sense Bero had, the statue suddenly breathing a bright orange fire which pushed away Bero’s blue flames and forced a sweltering, oppressing heat all over the blackgabumon. Bero’s sight was like a white flash with random numbers appearing left and right, with the intermittent error message to show him this heat could not be analysed, but was most definitely and assuredly fire.
Bero couldn’t even push forward while this light shone and bright fires surrounded him. An impossible force held him back as the human recovered and discovered. New power welled up within the human, and he grabbed a digivice looking device, and let his hand surround itself in code. Bero knew whereabouts this was going, it wasn’t the first time he’s seen a D-tector.
“So, Spirit users get their power like this. They steal ancient relics from the digital world to earn their place here…” Bero watched as Saru changed himself to his new form, unlocked with the force of the temple around him, the intense heat finally lifting somewhat and allowing Bero to move as he would be able to normally. Saru had taunted him just before the transformation, but his taunting was nothing compared to the offence he had performed, but the reality he had enforced.
The newly created Flamon with the consciousness of a human contained all the orange fire that had been here before within him, carrying a power but only showing a fraction of it, likely unable to unleash its entirety due to lack of experience. “Spirit user. You’ve found the code to fight, stolen it from our world, but you can fight now. So, Let’s see you EARN YOUR PLACE IN THIS WORLD, THEN!”
Bero’s blue flames were finally fighting flames, the two were finally on equal ground. Bero cockily stood his place though and crossed his arms. Saru would know well what Bero’s cape could do, but nonetheless, Bero was confident and willing to give him the first attack in this fight.
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