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Initial B - Demon Lords 1C (Bero, Akari, Justice)
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Post by Bonetrousled? on Apr 10, 2019 1:44:25 GMT
Please post within 3 days of the last post in this thread, although faster is always preferred. Ideally, I want to be able to have at least one posting cycle finished per week.Moonlight spilled over the streets of Terminus City, so bright that not even the streetlights could drown it out. Some people worried about werewolves on nights like this. Others worried about the roving dead. But much like the rest of the Digital World, Terminus' problems were always stranger than what human fiction could devise. After all, who would expect the monster stalking the streets of Terminus City to be a burger truck?
It was hard not to notice the truck's approach. The garish hotrod flames painted on its sides shone brightly in the moonlight, and it stood on tires that more resembled those of a monster truck than a food truck. Most noticeable of all was the giant Beelzemon head stuck right on the van's roof. The giant shit-eating grin on his face bobbed back and forth in the night as the truck hurtled at dangerous speeds, looking for all the world like some kind of nightmarish jack-in-the-box.
But all of that paled in comparison to the smell of fresh beef and funnel cake wafting from the truck's open windows. Maybe that made all of the reckless driving and tacky design worth it.
With this many-pronged assault on the senses, finding this burger truck wouldn't be the hard part. Catching it would be, as Akari and Justice would all too quickly learn. A pair of divine keyholes would bring them to their location, a parking garage at the side of Terminus City, just in time to hear the truck speeding away. The parking garage itself wasn't of much note, a simple concrete and metal structure that human world denizens would be all too familiar with. However, it was surprisingly abandoned for this time of night, caution tape and hastily-stacked Men At Work signs sealing it off from the rest of Terminus. A spotlight illuminated a single white tarp in the center of the room, with two large bumps underneath.
"Almost had them cut off!" Rasielmon said, her voice disappointed as it crackled through the speakers of their Digivices. "Not to worry, though. There are a few good reasons for why I brought you here. And they're right under that tarp. Why don't you take a look?"
Sure enough, underneath the tarp would be a little gift from on high; a pair of vehicles tailor-designed for the two incoming humans. Their golden, almost clockwork design was unmistakably Empyrean in nature, so it would be fairly obvious who the humans were working on behalf of. However, judging by their rather flashy opponent, it didn't seem like subtlety was the name of the game here. "In case you didn't have transportation of your own, I spent a bit of time fine-tuning these for you," Rasielmon said. She was trying so hard to mask the pride in her voice. "It took a bit of fine tuning. But they should at least get you through the night."
"Of course, we couldn't get the streets blocked off. That'd raise way too much suspicion," Bagramon added. "So try and act natural, okay? Or at least, as natural as a high-speed car chase can get."
And with that helpful advice from their navigators, only a trail of diesel smoke, the fading sound of squealing ties, and the open road awaited Akari and Justice. BONUS ITEM - For the duration of the mission, feel free to borrow a vehicle chassis and four standard upgrades. Make sure to let me know what type of vehicle you're using in your post, if you choose to do so!
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Post by Akari Kinuko on Apr 10, 2019 3:08:11 GMT
Akari did not see herself as a hero… No, she felt she was anything but. Still, this girl had a sense of morality and duty, one that was enough to least drive her towards doing the right thing. That initial call for help from angels of all things was skeptical at best for her, but it did confirm to her that even this world was sick… but unlike Earth, the Digital World had hope. Those who would try to extinguish said hope will face resistance… Even the cold-hearted have their limits, and the nature of these Demon Lords was of both interest and resentment for the young tamer… enough to have volunteered for this endeavor.
To think though, even as she and Helvetica arrived via divine intervention… even Terminus City’s shadows were darker than any of them could have hoped to expect! The nature of a burger joint being associated with a Demon Lord seemed laughable, but perhaps that was what they were hoping for? Akari only caught a glimpse of their target in question as it rolled on by at a speed that would have surely made even American drivers seem road-safe in comparison. ”Bloody hell; does anyone care about the ruckus those guys cause, or is that food that good?” she ended up irritably speaking… though damn if that aroma wasn’t appetizing.
Regardless, their benefactors here weren’t just dumping them here to catch a madhouse truck on-foot… For once, it was genuinely nice to see the tradition of angelic figures not being as helpful as they could be defied. How many holy figures gift you with a motorcycle after all? Sure they were clearly a bit… on-the-nose on their origin, but it didn’t bother Akari that much. If anything, it could be an advantage. ”If anything it may provoke them. This is not necessarily a bad thing though if they bite off more than they can chew.” the girl mused at the speaker of her Digivice, eyeing one of the two vehicles set out for her and that other tamer. ”We will keep in touch with you two though if we have questions.” she spoke to their benefactors before turning to Justice.
There was another guy coming too, right? Or was she overthinking it? Heck, she didn’t know frankly… but for now, gameplan.
”We should be wary as to what that damn burger truck has in it… but not enough to make us seem like we are going there for anything but food. Just be cautious and lets get the job done… If such esteemed Mega levels as Rasielmon and Bagramon think this is important, than it HAS to be.” Akari spoke in a stern, but focused voice as she grabbed a helmet that was nearby. Franky, she didn’t have much experience driving well… anything, but she wasn’t going into this without some safety.
As soon as they were all ready, it would be time to ship out and catch them some burgers.
Akari’s borrow Motorcycle (small vehicle chassis) has the following upgrades.
Sidecar Radar dish Bubble shield Hover pads
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Bero
In-Training
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OOC Name: Fritsle
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Post by Bero on Apr 10, 2019 15:09:40 GMT
A moonlit night in Terminus was no unusual night for Bero. Normally, he’d be in the slums and pits, having his fists meet the faces of anyone who felt brave enough. He remember how it was literally just a few weeks ago that he’d spend day in day out, feeling the rush of combat and the feeling of learning how to fell others, abuse their weaknesses and protect his own.
But not any more. The blackgabumon horn, plated in various softly coloured metals, shone softly. His life had changed recently, took a turn for the horrible. He couldn’t attain power the same way any more, practice felt meaningless and he couldn’t provide a worthy battle to anyone. It left him furious, but also sullen. As he moped throughout town, something would prove to quickly change his mood.
Apparently, the glow of his anger flaring for a moment and his horn reacting was not enough to make him more noticeable on the road. A corner far from Bero himself, screeching wheels overtook the sound of the streets as a strange, large vehicle barely made it’s turn. After almost toppling through the narrow streets, it continued to accelerate with bright lights shining ahead of it. To be more precise, The lights shone exactly to Bero’s direction. And the truck didn’t stop accelerating.
Only seconds before collision, would Bero’s eyes widen and the dawning realisation hit him. Every combat reflex in his body sent him running to the side, out of collision course with the truck. Every second felt like an eternity as Bero lit up more and more, Running to the side, the wind the Truck was pushing forward and aside brushing him right before the fated moment. And in that fated moment, Bero’s foot hit the street of the Terminus City, before rubber met with his snout. After his snout, came the remainder of his head, his chest. His back met the floor and the wheel pressed down on his chin, pressing him entirely flat onto the floor, face up. And as if that wasn’t enough, like trampling a rug you just torched with a flamethrower, a second wheel, maybe even a third, went over the Blackgabumon in the instant of a second, perhaps even less than a second.
And then the screeching continued as the Truck moved on at high pace, it’s acceleration not ending after it’s little speed bump. The Blackgabumon lay flat on the floor, His eyes shut and his body sprawled over the street. While he had been staring like a panicked deer in the headlights just a second ago, he looked utterly peaceful right now. Almost unmoving, moonlight shining upon him.
The black fur of his cloak had been frayed by the nasty rubber of the wheels, his snout had been flattened with chin on top and pressed down towards the upper part of his head and his horn. His legs lay flattened… But twitched. His fingers coiled.
Not only did he twitch and ball his fists, he adjusted his legs, planted them against the ground, and opened his eyes. His horn started glowing, and glowing. Like a light reflecting the moonlight, Bero created a small glowing spot around himself before his eyes found themself in a slanted position and he stood up. Just now, it had been stated that Bero was more sullen, ever since the loss of his powers. More held back, more restrained than usual and not always looking to get into a fight.
Well, that wouldn’t be lasting for much longer today.
His eyes teeming with fury as he slowly turned himself to the direction the truck had come from. “You… BLOODY… DARE?! CAN YOU NOT USE THE FRAGGED SENSORS THAT YOU CAME WITH?!? HOW MUCH COMPILING DID YOU MISS TO GARNER SUCH IDIOTIC NECESSITIES!? HOW MUCH REDUNDANT CODE HAS THE ENTIRETY OF YOUR DIGIBEING BECOME, I BET YOU COULDN’T EVEN USE A NAVIGATION CONSOLE IF IT WERE HOOKED STRAIGHT TO YOU MAIN PROCESSOR, IF YOU EVEN HAVE ONE OF THOSE ANY MORE! YOU CLEARLY DIDN’T KEEP ANY INTELLIGENT CODE WITH YOU, RIDING SUCH A VEHICLE AT SUCH AN HOUR! YOU DIDN’T EVEN HAVE THE DECENCY TO GET A VEHICLE WORTH A DAMN, WITH THAT FLIPPANT DESIGN THAT WOULD LEAVE A SUKAMON REELING”
Bero was not only shouting out into the darkness, he was running after the truck’s general direction, alternating between jumping and sprinting while voicing his anger at the very top of the lungs. Not being noticed was definitely not one of his concerns as of the moment. The light of the moon and his horn lit his rage-induced path after the truck, relentless chase not about to end anytime soon, difference in speed be damned.
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Post by Vergil on Apr 11, 2019 4:28:10 GMT
When the transmission from Rasielmon was pinged to his D-Watch, Justice almost didn't took up the call for help. Since coming to Shibuya, he met a plethora of Tamers and their Digimon partners. So seeing as though the message was most likely was pinged to every Tamer, he ignored it at first . He had a whole lot on his plate at the moment. Besides from school, his mom was due to undergo major surgery back in America. The combination of those two were putting him on the edge lately. But...maybe taking this mission would ease his mind a bit. Traveling to the Digital World did frequently made him forget all of his worries and responsibilities after all, even if its for a little while. Then again, he wasn't the type of person to deny a person of help when they needed it, especially when there's trouble brewing.
Accepting the offer, Justice, Vee, and Gummy were transported to Terminus City, teleportation most likely or something, but not just anywhere, a parking garage. Joined by another Tamer named Akari and her partner Digimon Helvetica, he over the mission briefing on his D-Terminal to catch up on to speed. Apparently there was a burger truck going rampant across the streets. At first, this all sounded stupid. Of all the things being associated with the big bad Digimon known as the Demon Lords, a food truck was one of them? But still, if Ultimate level Digimon had their suspicions, then it should be taken into consideration. His reading was interrupted by the speeding food truck in question, narrowly miss seeing it due to how fast it was going.
"Well, I guess somebody ordered Jimmy Johns." he jokingly said.
Hearing Rasielmon from the speakers of his D-Watch, he and Akari were guided to a space where there was something hidden under a tarp. Unrevealing it, there were two vehicles, custom-tailored just for them. "So think of this like Fast and Furious? Should be easy enough." he said at his D-Watch, still taking in the sight of his vehicle, before turning his attention to Akari.
"Yep, and besides, if this turns out to be a damn fluke, I'm sure those two would let us keep these bikes as compensation for calling us out here, am I right?" Justice spoke in a causally tone, giving a little smirk to lighten the mood. He could tell by just looking at her, Akari was a serious person. There should always be a 'calm before the storm' moment. They were partners in this mission after all, so they should get to know each other even a little bit.
He grabbed the helmet that was on the bike's handle bar. His two Digimon, Vee and Gummy were busy examine the bike. Unlike the other that Akari took, this one had no wheels, instead it was suspended in mid-air via hovers. This kind of tech humans only just started to grasp, now perfected by Digimon.
"So seeing as this thing only has one seat, I guess we're gonna have to stay in the D-Watch until we're needed, right?" asked Vee, in which Justice nodded in response.
Gummy however groaned in response. "Maaaaan. I wanted to at least feel the wind touching my face."
Vee gave his brother a pat on the back, reassuring him that they probably might once this was over, and the two returned to the D-Watch. Putting on his helmet, Justice got on his motorcycle. It was strange at first, seeing as though there's nothing to hold him balance to the ground as it was just floating. Hell, he never gotten on a motorcycle before, but hey; at least he got a helmet.
As soon as he got use to its floaty nature, he was good to go. "I'm good to go...I think." he told Akari, ready to make his mark onto the nighttime cityscape.
Justice's Motorcycle (small vehicle chassis) has the following upgrades:
Hover Pads EMP Pulse Nitro Boost Radar Dish
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Post by Bonetrousled? on Apr 13, 2019 0:10:20 GMT
Bero's rant didn't receive a single word in response. However, that wasn't to say it was ignored entirely. Just before the Beelzeburger Truck rounded the corner, a spiraling package shot out from its trunk. The package, colored in a striking mix of red and indigo, was right on a collision course with Bero's face. Would the raging BlackGabumon even notice, or would he end up getting clocked?
Whether he dodged it or took the blow, the package's identity would be clear as soon as it hit the ground. "Imp Menu" was written right on the front, on top of a picture of an Impmon wearing shades. His cheeky grin and finger-guns, aimed right at Bero, would probably piss the poor BlackGabumon off even more. But hey, the package came with some nuggets and a free toy, so maybe it wasn't all bad.
It was lonely on the road, though. The Terminus streets were fairly bare at this hour, barring a few unattended vehicles and the occasional night owl hustling through the streets. Maybe that was a blessing. It meant Bero wasn't very likely to get run over a second time, at the very least. It also meant if he wanted to stop going on foot, there wouldn't be many people around to complain about it.
Meanwhile, back in the garage, the most important part of the mission briefing was underway. "The package says they're 'sinfully delicious'," Rasielmon said, noting Akari's question.
"Guessing that means one of two things. Either they're an acquired taste . . . or this is going to get a lot messier than we thought," Bagramon added.
"That's if we're taking the Digimon vain enough to put a giant replica of his face on his van at face value."
"Huh. Are we sure this isn't Pride?
Either case, I'd keep those burgers out of your mouths, if I were you."
With that important bit of information cleared up, and everyone's vehicles at the ready, the open city lied ahead of Akari and Justice. With thinned-out exhaust and the lingering smell of delicious grilled meat as their guides, it wouldn't be too difficult to find their way. The frantic driving of the Beelzeburger Truck would have slowed down to a halt, skidding around a corner and rolling right over an inopportunely-parked car. From there, it was time to advertise. The hot rod flames on the side of the truck lit up, the Beelzemon head atop it started spinning in a circle, and a Burgermon clambered onto the roof of the truck. "Beelzeburgers!" he shouted, waving a sign with the truck's menu on it. "Get 'em while they're hot, and get 'em while they're here! And if you miss out? Too bad!"
Maybe insulting prospective customers wasn't normally a good business strategy, but it seemed to be paying dividends here. The few night owls on the street, not wanting to miss out on this rare moment of the truck stopping, immediately crowded around to get on line. All the while, the Burgermon decided to do some surprisingly agile sign-spinning tricks.
It was almost like they thought they were invincible.
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Post by Akari Kinuko on Apr 13, 2019 1:53:24 GMT
Sinfully delicious, huh? Subtlety was not something this dumbass demon lord was at all trying. It was practically as if he were trying to tiptoe towards the line of "actually obvious" and "hidden in plain sight". "I wonder if his head is as big as his ego." She couldn't help be slightly squicked out by some of the implications Bagramon was implying in regards to just what those burgers might be made of. "Disgusting. There really is no boundaries they're willing to cross, are there?"
Helvetica herself was also very distaught over what was being implied here. The idea of these monsters feeding people burgers made out... other people was just revolting. It was one thing to load a Digimon, but this was beyond good taste. "So... what we need to do is go and stop them, right?"
"Yes and no, Helvetica. Yes and no." Akari solemnly spoke as she began to rev up the motorbike, motion Helvetica into the passenger car. She gave Justice and Vee a short nod before trailing off in pursuit of their runaway burger truck. As tempting as it was to just go in blazing, they were still in public... it would be absolutely a terrible idea to just attack the truck unprovoked. For right now, they needed to gather intel.
Seems that these pricks have their fair share of fans already... it didn't take long for people to crawl out of the woodworks to get in line. Taking care to stop her bike somewhat close by, Akari motioned Helvetica as the pair soon got in line... not as true customers, but an oppurtunity to get closer.
Damn though... Those burgers did smell goddamn heavenly. Was almost a shame it was probably tied to some demonic hellspawn.
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Post by Vergil on Apr 14, 2019 23:10:09 GMT
"Great," Justice said, without enthusiasm. "Now we're dealing with potential cannibals, and here I thought this demon lord or whoever had a bit of humanity, but nope." He had his arms tightly folded and his face was drawn into a scowl. The mere notion of these Digimon turning their own kind into food made him so disgusted, he wanted to violently vomit out his own internal organs. "Let's hope for our sakes it's the former, Bagramon. Otherwise...these fucks will have no mercy from me."
Returning the nod to Akari, he watched as she sped off into the city. He took a moment to take in the atmosphere of the garage; it was quiet, calm, brooding, not in comparison to the explosive anger that was slowly building up inside. But nevertheless, he kept his cool, and slowly accelerated out of the garage into the streets to not fall behind.
Vee and Gummy meanwhile were also pissed off over what Bagramon implied, but decided to not jump to any conclusions as neither of them haven't even reached the truck yet to confirm it. "So, what happens if that is the case, Justice; that the food they're selling is..."
"Then we'll beat 'em within an inch of their lives." Gummy added, wanting to finish his brother's question. For once, Justice can agree, but only if it was the case. Right now, the only thing on his mind was to follow the truck, and to only act if provoked.
After a few minutes of cruising, the two Tamers spotted the food truck. It had already garnered a couple of customers. If only they knew who was selling them. Parking his bike close to Akari's, he decided that the best course of action for him was to be on lookout. Who knows if that food truck had an escort to back it up in case something happens to it.
"I'll keep my bike warmed up just in case the truck decides to speed off." he said, his voice going through the speaker of her Digivice from his D-Watch. "Better if one of us goes on ahead to not raise any suspicions, you know?"
He didn't want to admit it, but the food smelled amazing. The aroma was enough to make him go lightheaded a bit due it being that good. But he regained his composure quickly and started to watch the food truck and his surroundings.
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Bero
In-Training
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OOC Name: Fritsle
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Post by Bero on Apr 15, 2019 9:00:59 GMT
“AND I’LL HAVE YOU KNOW, THERE’S PLENTY A DIGIMON WHO’D SEE YOUR CODE UNRAVELLED FO-” and before Bero could even continue that portion of the rant, he’d be clocked in the face by a good ol’ dosage of sinful delight, wrapped in a convenient little box. Well, everyone would’ve noticed the box a lot more, if it weren’t for the fact that as of the moment, it was crunching up against the BlackGabumon’s face in almost slow motion, as the snout scrunched up in very much the same way, pushed back against his face.
And as is typical when something is pushed and still in contact with the pushing object, his snout went back further, this time, joined by the remainder of Bero’s head. In less elaborate terms, Bero fell over backwards by the impact of the sinful meal, made perfectly to compliment the tastes of any rookie! Bero, however, never really considered himself a rookie. And especially not now. After getting clocked, he stood back up. But if he hadn’t already lost track of the Truck, he had definitely lost the most of it now. Chasing it had become nothing except entirely retarded.
That is, unless, an opportunity of itself would present itself to help aid in the chase. Bero’s horn started glowing less, and his shape faded into the night, only a few black bumps which shone compared to the streets due to the power of the moonlight. The sheen of his horn reflecting the light was by far the most notable part of him. Because of the strong moonlight, he’d still be visible. However, Two thinner vehicles started arriving behind him. They’d help him get a small boost towards the general direction of the truck, that would be enough for him.
Paying proper attention to their speed, it was a lot like dodging an attack from an enemy digimon. Only this time, instead of moving towards the attack, you were trying to move towards it! Via sheer luck and practised reflexes, Bero made a jump into the air, and right as Justice would zip by his location, Bero managed to grab hold of Justice’s jacket!
The BlackGabumon was light, in good part thanks to his very small size. As he held onto Justice’s clothing, his body was lifted in the wind. God, had his code been so light? It was a struggle to hold on as Justice made a turn, but it was exactly the turn Bero had wanted to make as well! How convenient. As Justice had almost made it to the Truck, Bero had jumped off, the first real time he pressed his weight against Justice’s frame! Bero had landed a small distance ahead of both Justice and Akari, and his horn had glowed very brightly at sight of the truck.
“I’ll show that damn truck what’s what, and they won’t ever know what hit them! But they’ll know who they hit, and who they shouldn’t hit ever again!” Bero started angrily walking forward, but was still well close enough and slow enough that either tamer could stop him from engaging the truck.
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Post by Bonetrousled? on Apr 17, 2019 0:17:45 GMT
The closer the trio got to the Beelzeburger Truck, the more enticing they would smell. On the surface, it was your average fast food burger odor, with all the grease and grit that entailed. While not the most universally appealing smell, it made a beeline right for the nostalgia centers of the brain, channeling every car ride spent begging for McDonalds. It was almost as warm as the flames that were shooting from the windows of the truck, Burgermon posing in front of them to uproarious applause. Clearly, the Beelzeburger staff took their cooking very seriously.
As soon as that initial blast of nostalgia and cheap enjoyment hit, however, the scent started to change and mature. The dripping of juices from the fresh meat, the smokiness of the grill, and the almost-raw core of the meat all started to come through the scent, mingling into an almost stakehouse-like scent. Just being in the proximity of it started to get the crowd hot and bothered. They squirmed in place, trying to hide their sniffles as their mouths started to water. A few started moving to try and cut the line, but their fellow burger fanatics grabbed to drag them back. Even Bero, more motivated by hatred than hunger, would be held back by the ravening hordes.
And then, right at the end, another feeling hit. The humans in attendance likely wouldn't know this, but their Digimon partners (including a stowaway Bero) certainly would. It was the feeling of adrenaline one savors after a fresh kill, during, after, and even before they savored that meal. It was every bit as terrifying and excited as it sounded, and left a tantalizing tingle on the nose as it finally eased away.
Maybe these burgers really were worth the hype. After all, each time a Digimon took their order, their meal was devoured in seconds. As soon as they were finished they were right back on line. Some didn't even wait to finish before coming back for more, shoving their burgers into their mouths and licking their claws clean while walking to the back of the line. Others, too full to even move, slumped against the Beelzeburger Truck's tires, begging anyone ahead of them in line for a few more fry bits. These poor souls almost looked bloated, their skin taking on a sickly pink hue.
But the customers that truly mattered were the ones right up on line now. A Shortmon leaned out of the window, looking at Akari, Justice, and the Bero that may or may not have been present. "Ey, youse wise guys want a boyga?" he asked, his voice uncharacteristically gruff for such a delicate looking Digimon. Perhaps an eagle-eyed observer would notice that in place of the usual shirt of a Shortmon, this one was wearing pinstripe. "Yeah, yeah, of course ya friggin do. Take a menu and get ta' pickin', we ain't got all day."
The menu was expansive, to say the least. It folded out to the size of a large road map, with small font densely packed together to fit as many dishes as possible. There was even a little plastic magnifier attached so that the assembled trio would get to see the options laid out before them. If there was any combination of meats and sweets that could be conceived, it would be on that menu slapped between a pair of buns. Or donuts. Donuts were always an option.
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Post by Akari Kinuko on Apr 17, 2019 2:16:13 GMT
If it was any consolation, Akari’s mind was focused primarily on the food truck to pay too much mind to the sudden arrival of a BlackGabumon of some sort… Did he hitch a ride or something on Justice’s end? God, she didn’t know… but as long as that twerp didn’t get in their way, she didn’t care.
It would appear that Bero’s attempts at getting closer to the truck was cutoff short though by the customers that eagerly were waiting for their turns… Helvetica almost flinched seeing a Goblimon get briefly thrown to the back for trying to pull a wise one on a Garudamon. Was the food really that good that people were willing to be so wild about it? Well… it did smell good all things considered… too good. Why did it remind her so much of that Arukenimon spirit wielder? It… smelled wonderful, but at the same bothered Helvetica.
As Akari waited in line, she briefly pulled out a comm… one modified to connect to Hakainushi personnel specifically. ”Oy, Boomer. Get your ass over to Terminus City. I am gonna have you do some pickup, and lock it up in my fridge. Eat anything and I will make sure you get fed to Lucida.” the girl sternly spoke before putting the device away… taking a good glance at what bits she did have. She’d probably owe Xen some after this… but she had a morbid curiosity about all this.
There definitely was something off though… People getting back in line as soon as their meals were over, and some individuals looking absolutely revolting in their petty attempts at begging for more food. Not even the most sickening of Japan’s populace stooped to this level of pathetic. All Akari offered to these gluttonous beggars who have spent their savings on this food was a demeaning scowl… she had no sympathy to these poor souls.
When inevitably it was her turn, she gave the Shortmon an odd stare (not the voice she was expecting…) though ultimately averted her attention to the menu. Her allies might find this disgusting, but she genuinely was considering this as a paying customer… After all, if this food was once a case of “to serve mon”, it's not like it can be helped to handle the stuff that's already made she mused. Nonetheless, she turned her attention to Shortmon as she slapped a good sum of bits onto the counter… more than some of these schmucks in-line were carrying and certainly way more for just one meal. ”Dozen of the bacon double-swissburgers, hold the onions and mustard; with a six pound order of the seasoned fries. All to go.” she barked at the waiter, giving him an authoritative look if he remotely hesitated at the size of the order. ”You heard me right shortcake.”
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Post by Vergil on Apr 18, 2019 2:44:26 GMT
Justice stretched his arms sitting on the motorcycle, easing the tension out of his muscles. So far, nothing out of the ordinary was happening; Digimon weren't getting immediately sick after eating the burgers. Heck, some were going for seconds. Those burgers couldn't be that good, surely that only further solidify that foul play was still in motion since the perfect hamburger can't possibly exist--not in the Digital World or the Human World.
In his peripheral vision, he saw what appeared to be a BlackGabumon angrily walking towards the truck...from where exactly? There was no walkway behind him since he parked his bike right in front a building. Turning back and forth from the wall behind him to the Digimon in question, it clicked to him: he must have hitched a ride from him. But where? There was nobody in the garage back there, there were barely any traffic and pedestrians when they were riding. It was like he phased into existence or something.
Dissmissing that aside, that Digimon was pissed at someone, or something, and whatever it was, it was in the vicinity of the food truck. "Uh oh, this can't be good." Justice said, getting off his bike. Even though the large crowd of customers held him back, preventing him from reaching to where Akari is, he can't let him get any closer. He may jeopardize the mission if he got his way.
Turing his bike off, he cross the from one end of the sidewalk to the next, getting in front of the BlackGabumon to stop him. He didn't want to restrain the little guy. Seeing he was in a bad mood already, he didn't want to make him more mad than he already was.
"Hey little dude, you seem kind of tense. You doing ok?" His expression was a mix concern and worriedness.
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Bero
In-Training
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OOC Name: Fritsle
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Post by Bero on Apr 20, 2019 21:07:08 GMT
Bero had been angrily walking forward before being stopped by a human, something that would piss him off to no end and cause his plated horn to shine a variety of soft colours, lighting up his face with this coruscating soft rainbow of various tints. The human showed compassion, something Bero would be more receptive for, now that his life situation was a lot different than before. “Doubled exception if i know! I was just worked flat by some sloppy, idiotic, direction lacking truck driving of some worthless, imbecilic, blinded burger merchants, and i’m not resting until I see their burger truck crushed against a wall like a tin can.”
And that was pretty much Bero being more receptive for compassion. He was speaking up, but not really shouting, it was audible over the sound of the crowd, especially to Justice who stood close to him, but still hard to make out over all other sounds. He didn’t want to give himself away quite yet, but he didn’t care if he was heard a little bit. The burger truck didn’t look like it was willing to pedal onto the gas anytime soon anyway. “I’m about to go champion all over these assholes, and i hope that doesn’t include you, Human.”
His tone wasn’t all too friendly, but he wasn’t going to attack quite yet. Yes, Justice had made a bad impression on him by virtue of existing as a human being. God, was this vengeance going to be more trouble than he wanted? He had hoped to just, get in there, Champion his way through it and get out before someone made a hassle and he had gotten himself into problems, but the damn problems may have started earlier already.
He put his hands together and data started slowly gathering itself. Bero stared down the human as his body prepared to digivolve, doing so slowly enough that Justice could attempt to prevent it or react to it first. Attacking a human while Champion was his only method of winning that fight at the moment, but it’s not something he wanted to do, as it might get him on many a moral shit-list he wasn’t prepared to be on quite yet.
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Post by Bonetrousled? on Apr 22, 2019 23:42:44 GMT
The Shortmon cocked a frosting-traced eyebrow at Akari and her massive order. "Sheesh, girlie, that all yours?" he asked, as grin spreading across his face. "Oh, I like this one already.
Listen up, ya goons! I need two patties on the alps, keep 'em out of Dijon, kill the pig but don't cry over it, and take 'em straight to Dunkin. Got that?" Flame began to spew from the Beelzeburger Truck, an appetizing smoke wafting away from the vehicle as the crew got to work on Akari's order. The sheer magnitude of the order may have seemed daunting to your average kitchen staff, but a dozen burgers wouldn't be enough to scare a Gluttony-themed ensemble such as this. In fact, if anything it made them work harder, the Beelzeburger Truck shuddering on its wheels from how quickly the crew was moving.
Another Burgermon practically leaped from the car's back window, metal scraping against metal as he landed with knifes crossed. He then turned around, plopping a donut box in Akari's hands before leaping back into the window. Sure enough, there would be a dozen burgers in that box, each piled high and messy. The bottom of the donut box would already be somewhat translucent with grease, but frankly? As far as grease went, this was some of the best-smelling grease out there. It smelled so wrong, but so, so right.
The Shortmon smirked. "New customer? First one's on the house," he said. "Alright, keep it moving, people! Which one of youse is next? Glasses over there? Or that ball of fuzz he's chatting up?" Justice, Bero, you just got called out! Of course, if they didn't want their places in line, there were enough Digimon crowded around the truck that would be all too happy to take it off of their hands.
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Post by Vergil on Apr 27, 2019 1:45:44 GMT
Justice would shake his head in response as the Black Gabumon explained as to why he was upset. Apparently, the burger truck that was in front of them had a really, really close encounter with the Digimon. Glancing at the furball lizard, he could make out what seems to be tire marks on his back on the edge of his shoulder. Ouch! if it was him, he'd be pretty mad too.
Before he had a chance to show any sympathy for the Digimon, the Black Gabumon boldly declared that he was going to tear the burger truck a new one. In addition to that, he claims that he could go the Champion level in order to do exactly that. His claim along shocked Justice, as he took a few steps back from his response. There are Digimon out there that could evolve without the aid of a Digivice, how was this possible?
Hearing someone say "glasses", he looked up to see a Shortmon looking at the two of them, calling for them since they seemed to be next in line. "Uhh never mind, you can have someone else take my spot." he called out.Akari's sample was enough for now, as it seemed to be a big order. Right now, he had to stop this crazed Digimon from jeopardizing the mission, and he knew just the two Digimon to do it.
"Sorry little guy, but I can't let you do that" he said, rasing his D-Watch."Vee, Gummy, Realize." With a flash of light, his Digimon Twins appeared.
Without a moment of hesitation, the two ran up to the Black Gabumon, grabbing him just before he could gather enough data to digivolve. Collateral damage to both the burger truck, and the customers was not an option.
"Hey, hey, hey, just calm down and take deep breaths." Vee stated nicely, grabbing his left arm.
"Jeez, you're more of a hot-head than me." Gummy added, grabbing the Digimon by his right arm.
Justice approached the restrained Black Gabumon and lowered himself to him. "Look, the reason why I can't let you have your way is because we're on a secret mission that involves with that shady food truck, so how about we make a deal: Let us figure out what that food truck's true plans are, and if they turn out to be bad guys, you can go as crazy as you want. What do you say?"
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Bero
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Post by Bero on Apr 27, 2019 11:55:19 GMT
The human, as many other human did, could not rely on their own power. Although, at least he had power at his side, summoning a Veemon and a Gumdramon to restrain his arms, which did make digivolving a lot harder! Bero’s horn shone vibrantly, and although it was a beautiful display of various soft pastel colours, it was an indicator for his anger. He was giving the Veemon a stinkeye that could make an Ogremon look like a friendly Samaritan by comparison.
The human lowered himself and spoke his word, Offering a sort of deal. He thought about it. It meant that if the truck was a bad guy, he’d likely have assistance in bringing it down. He could use all the help he could get. He stared at the Human, having been mentioned by the Shortmon, who might still be looking to receive an order. Bero’s horn slowly dimmed as he yelled out to the shortmon. “Nothing for me!”
There was a certain venomous hint in his tone, he clearly wasn’t happy with the shortmon, but he wasn’t suddenly going to be uncivil about it. He seemed to have calmed down, but he wasn’t taking deep breaths. When or If the twins would let go of his arms, he would pull them free in an aggressive fashion to keep to himself, and no longer gather data. “Fine, Human. But i whiff notice that you want to let that truck go and leave it alone, You won’t be keeping me in check any more.”
If Bero got the chance, he’d distance himself from the truck. He’d be of no use to the human investigating, unless they wanted to know if the grill was hotter or colder than a normal burger grill. Wait, for Bero to know that would imply he’s taken times staring at grills and remembering their temperature! How dumb, it’s not like they were usually, like.. What… 175°C or something? Bero scoffed at the thought… and then remembered seeing a grill at exactly that temperature. The irony did not escape him as silent irritation rested on his face, befitting his crossed arms and hateful look towards the burger truck.
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