A Ruin Day with a Ruined Stay [Bero / Ooi]

His mind was filled with a certain ringing sensation. It wasn’t the sensation of an attack, or the sensation of happiness confusing his poor love-deprived motherboard… no, it was the sound of him mentally repeating ‘ihateyou’ faster and faster by the very second, until nothing more but a continuous buzz was audible in his very essence.

Everything she said aggravated him, and everything he said gave her an opportunity to aggravate him more! Her skills at this were without parallel, that was for sure. Even the idea of a fireproof bar of soap pissed him off. If there was something as simple as a bar of soap to resist his fiery abilities, then he could go jump off a cliff right here, right now.

He turned for a moment to speak to her, only to shut himself up and let his fires rage on louder and higher than before, seething with silent rage since he couldn’t get the better on her, no matter what he thought of. He turned around and stomped on before running into the runes. She read the digital runes aloud a bit, which astonished Bero, he had just been skimming them, but didn’t expect her to read them at all.

He didn’t care about the whole destiny deal. He wasn’t going to tell her what he did care for, though, so she just got a curt “Of course not.”

It seems he was looking for something else. But he didn’t find it quite yet. Soon, another opportunity to split would arise, the two looking upon various corridors. Bero starting inspecting one, finding hints for which one to go too. He couldn’t stand the idea that she was behind him, though, taunting him with her smug aura and doubting all his choices, him wrapped around her finger.

In a fit of seething range, he turned around and unleashed it all “YOU KNOW IF Y-”

she wasn’t there. There was nobody. She had walked off on her own and he was standing on his own, providing the light in this dungeon under the sands…

Good. Unexpected, but, good. Bero’s fire lowered to a calm line of thin embers trailing off of his back, like wisps of glowing smoke slowly emitting from his cloak. His confusion had quelled all of his rage.

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Eventually stepping out of the desert ruins, Bero was greeted by the digital sun shining down powerfully on him. A veritable natural disaster worth of bright, deadly sunlight shining all over the place. Bero did his best to scout the area, and found no sign of the powerful Digimon or the horrible teenage girl. Stepping out to the top of a hill, he looked to his arm as some slashes and scraped on it bled data onto the sand, where it carelessly dissipated, no longer able to hold it’s form now it was disconnected from Bero’s body. The fire of his cloak was off and with the sun baring onto it, even the pitch black of this cloak got an orange reddish gleam to it. He had come off of ‘adventures’ better than this, but he was alive. Even if he was nothing smarter, he never asked for more than his life. Time to never come back here again.

[Exit]