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Initial B - Demon Lords 1C (Bero, Akari, Justice)
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Post by Akari Kinuko on Apr 28, 2019 22:08:09 GMT
Akari gave the Shortmon a curious, albeit stern gaze at the mention of their question. Yes, she supposed she didn't fit the bill of a glutton; though it seemed such a terifyingly large order didn't go unnoticed... enough so that the physical-manifestation of a heart attack was soon rushed out by the Burgermon as she was soon handed a box filled with the food... With how greasy it was, it made Akari want to wash her hands ten times... Nonetheless, shocking to say that all this food was just being handed out for free... guess she put on a good impression. "Thank you dear. I'll make sure to give you guys 6 stars." she faked a smile, leaving the line.
"Akky...? Why do you even need that much food?" the Flitmon by the tamer's side asked with visible confusion, eyeing the smorgasboard and visibly trying to resist temptation from the decadent aroma.
"Never hurts to have a little extra, Helvetica." Akari mused, her attention drawn to that BlackGabumon from before... though Justice and his partner already were negotiating with the furred reptile, albeit in a forceful manner. Well, it wasn't her issue right now. Her priorities were to assist Rasielmon and Bagramon, then see what she could get out of this. Hell, if this could be spun the right way they might have a useful ally...
Arriving just on-time, a DemiDevimon flew onto the scene... fairly quickly catching a bead on Akari and swooping next to her as the girl soon shoved the heavy meal into their talons. "Get moving, Boomer. I don't want this to go to waste." she ordered the DemiDevimon as she handed the greasy parcel... keeping a good eye on the surrounding populace. She didn't trust any of these filthy pigs, consumed by their own gluttony... No doubt in her mind that someone here would have been willing to ambush another just to get a taste of this sinful food again.
Akari swiftly approached Justice (and Bero), frowning visibly as Helvetica hid behind her (seemingly intimdiated by the fierce Bero). "No doubt in my mind now... This shit is fishy as hell. They just gave me all that food for free, and they're still scamming customers. Seems excess is their motto... which leads me to believe that profits are not simply all they're trying to aim for." she spoke, her mind attempting to garner up a plan. "We can't act now while there are witnesses. For now, lets observe."
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Post by Bonetrousled? on Apr 30, 2019 0:32:29 GMT
" 'Nothing for me.' Psh. Heck outta here then, ya loiterers," Shortmon scoffed. He rolled his eyes, then leaned out of the window to look back over to the crowd. "Ey! Lines open, move yer asses up!" Shortmon didn't have to say that twice. Digimon began piling up towards the line, pushing and shoving at each other to try and squeeze into the spots Justice and Bero left behind. A bloated looking Asuramon used three of its arms to hold its opposition at bay while its free hand reached for Shortmon's truck. A Damedamon burped loudly as he pushed through the crowd, smaller Digimon struggling to try and pull themselves out of its sludgy body. A Hiyokomon hopped on the heads of the taller Digimon blocking its way, pecking at the heads of any who didn't let it pass freely. The scene was, frankly, anarchy.
Seemingly the only exception was a Tapirmon, using his snout to shove popcorn shrimp into his mouth. "Heck of a lunch rush, huh?" he asked between mouthfuls. "Always like that this time of night. That's when the cravings really kick in. Not that I ever stick around to check it out. Usually I just sneak a few leftovers from what's left when the dust settles.
This isn't your first time, is it? Cause man, you guys look a bit spooked."
It was an Orochimon that finally won the day, bursting from a pile of Digimon and sending them all flying in various directions. It didn't take long for it to land in front of the Beelzeburger Truck, all eight of its heads roaring furiously at Shortmon. The Shortmon, not even blinking, simply folded his arms and nodded towards the back of the truck.
The truck spun in place, and from the back a giant burger was pushed out on an equally-massive spatula. The slavering crowds looked towards the giant burger in awe as Orochimon dove right at it, all eight heads getting right to work chewing and swallowing. Its tail rattled out in pure bliss with each bite, occasionally thrashing to the side to keep away any Digimon that tried sneaking up on the meal. It continued like this without stopping to speak or even breathe, not stopping until its eight hungry tongues had licked up every crumb on the plate. Only then did it pull up, letting out eight satisfied burps in sequence.
That was when the unmistakable light of Digivolution settled over Orochimon.
Its form shuddered and quivered as it started to collapse in on itself. It looked less like a proper Digivolution and more like a collapsing star, and a sickly sweet odor started to rise from the "ashes." What was once a snakelike shape was now collapsed into a single oval, undersized limbs and a pair of bunny ears extending from the shape. With one more burp the light dispelled, revealing a Burpmon sitting on the floor in front of the Beelzeburger truck.
Another Burgermon and Shortmon hopped from the back of the truck, rolling the very happy looking Burpmon away as more Digimon scrabbled to try and fill the void. Rather than this horrifying fate making them reluctant to indulge, their fighting only seemed to intensify.
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Post by Vergil on May 1, 2019 3:53:01 GMT
Just when the twins were about to let go of the Black Gabumon's arms, the Digimon aggressively forced himself free from their grasp, which made both Vee and Gummy frown in response. There was something about this Digimon that reeked of scummiest, overconfidence, and overall just an asshole in general. As much as he was rude, the two didn't even bother trying to waste their energy over him. There was a mission to attend to. So causing a scene in front of their target was not the best idea.
Scratching his head at the animosity the three were projecting, Justice gave a light smile when the Black Gabumon agreed to his proposal. "Well not actually," he responded, "Frankly, we still don't have a clue what they're even planning. But so far, it isn't just give away free food out of the kindness in their hears. But we can't act just yet unless something drastic happens..."
The three of them turn towards the burger truck. There were Digimon slumped against the tires of the vehicle, some of them too bloated to even more due to eating so much. He's seen people being full, but no way any of this was natural, or healthy for that matter. Hearing the Shortmon calling them loiters, he and Gummy flicked him off while Vee stick his tounge out in response when he turned away. It's not like they wanted to spend Bits on that food anyway.
Justice turned to the Black Gabumon, hoping that all three of them were on positive grounds. "By the way, the name's Justice. These two here are Vee and Gummy, my Digimon partners."
"Hey there." Vee responded, waiving his hand.
"Hmph!" Gummy said, crossing his arms while turning away.
After introductions, Akari and her Digimon would step out of the line, giving the food to a DemiDevimon, and then grouping up with the four. What she said made Justice think. Prehaps there was something more to it than that. "If they're not gaining any profit from this, then they must be experimenting; using ordinary citizens as live test subjects to test whatever unethical shit that they put in their food. The Digimon fattening up so fast preaches to my hypothesis."
Watching an Orochimon, who burst into front of the line eat a giant burger like a savage, Justice could only cover his mouth gagging."Do these Digimon not know what manner are?!" he exclaimed. It was a disgusting sight to behold. These Digimon were like a pack of savages.
Suddenly, a light consumed the eight-headed Digimon.. When it dimmed, instead of the behemoth of a Digimon that they say just now, their was only oval-shape Digimon where it once stood. Seeing it was enough to make Vee and Gummy yelp in fear as they hid behind Justice, wanting to stay as far away from that thing as possible.
"You guys looked like you've seen a ghost or something. Justice said, tilting his head as he looked between Vee and Gummy in turn.
"That was a Burpmon!" Gummy exclaimed, his voice quivering with fear.
"Burpmon?"
Vee nodded. "Y-Yeah. It's what a Digimon turns into if they eat too much. The scariest part is if a Digimon gets too close to one, you turn into them."
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Bero
In-Training
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OOC Name: Fritsle
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Post by Bero on May 1, 2019 12:31:08 GMT
No love was lost between Bero and the Shortmon. Or Bero and the Veemon. Or Bero and the human. Or Bero and the Gumdramon. Or Bero and Bero. Generally, not much love is lost between Bero and anything. Was he not looking to be more subtle, he would’ve flipped a finger to the Shortmon himself, but he had just resigned himself on sitting to the side. The human’s response he practically ignored. His terms had been set. Unless they had a more important query for him, he wouldn’t be too responsive as far as he knew right now. Neither human had asked for opinions or assistance, so he was left to simply stand there on his position and observe what happened. One human had purchased some of the good, but let another Digimon carry it off. Looks like she was serious about doing research, even if it seemed risky. Bero had no idea how to look into the data of things himself, so he didn’t know what she could expect or how that would go. Things would soon change. It was hard to ignore the mess and the powerful Digimon begging for the food. Even Digimon well above the team’s strength level found themself urging to the food relentlessly. The most interesting part was that restrain, was not a detail. And this, was the cause of a pretty firm problem in the digital world.
The Burpmon Epidemic
Even Bero’s face and posture would convey absolute shock at seeing such a powerful Digimon regress to a Burpmon due to the evil work of the burger truck, his expression now containing more fear than anger. However, he did not seem willing to back out or run away. “T-This may require more care and work than i imagined…”The Burpmon was a vile existence to him, one of mostly myth and only few hints of experience. But he hated it, and this was proof of why to hate it. Sure, it made stronger Digimon weaker and could theoretically be used to make the world safer for him, but he wasn’t about it. No, not in the slightest. He’d need to work with these two humans, and hopefully they were just as distraught as he was.
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Post by Bonetrousled? on May 7, 2019 2:43:45 GMT
Shortmon folded his arms, smirking as his cohorts loaded Burpmon into the back of the burger truck. The Digimon in the party were correct about how dangerous these creatures were: on closer examination, the Burpmon's handlers were wearing rubber gloves and goggles to prevent any possible contact. They weren't even touching the Burpmon with their hands, instead opting to use silverware. Pixels started to sizzle off of the cutlery each time it made contact with the Burpmon's body, but fortunately they didn't turn into Burp Knives or anything like that. It was just standard data corrosion.
In the light of the Burpmon transformation, perhaps the bloated, pink-patched Digimon lying against the burger truck would seem even more pitiful.
Once Burpmon was secured, Shortmon turned back to the Burgermon on the top of the truck. "Alright, buddy, we're hittin' the road again," he said. The Burgermon nodded, launching his sign in the air for one last spin. While the audience stared, mesmerized, he slid right into the passenger seat. Shortmon rolled the windows of the truck up, and in seconds they had sped away. Only the sign clattering to the ground tipped off the crowd to the truck's hasty exit. Most groaned in disappointment, parting ways, but a few began desperately chasing after the truck. They didn't get very far before being forced to take a knee, stomachs growling furiously in protest.
Only the Tapirmon seemed unresponsive, merely staring at the truck as it pulled away. "Oh," he said, as if ignoring the fact that nobody had responded to him earlier. "That's a shame. I was going to grab a few orders before it left. Bring them back to the Prominence"
He turned to Bero and Justice, head tilted curiously. "Didn't even get any, did you?" he asked. Whereas most Rookies had rather bright, eager eyes, this Tapirmon's were somewhat glazed over. "Can't say I've see seen anyone pass up the line before. You guys must be in a pretty big rush or something.
Can't be that you're not hungry. When the truck rolls around, everyone is."
The Tapirmon snorted, a few wisps of smoke drifting away from his trunk. "Nothing better to do than wait for it to come back, I guess," he said, trotting over to the remnants of the car that the Beelzeburger Truck had parked over. He sat down on its busted-up hood, seemingly unconcerned. "It all circles around eventually."
The cryptic musings of the Tapirmon aside, it seemed Bero and Justice were back to Square 1. Only the roaring of the Beelzeburger Truck's motor and the greasy smoke from its engine hinted as to where it had gone next. The only difference was that the duo was now equipped with their greatest treasure yet:
Information.
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Post by Vergil on May 8, 2019 11:35:54 GMT
"Soo it's kind of like a zombie infection," Justice said to the two. He curiously turn his head at the Burpmon that was being carried to the back of the food truck, but for what purpose? Sure that thing was somewhat revolting to look at, but shouldn't something like that be handled by the city's hazmat team instead of a shady fast food truck so it can be properly quarantined? It didn't matter what "safety equipment" they had, they weren't certified to handle that sort of thing. If it was released in a highly populated area of the city, there would be mass panic.
Hearing the Shortmon saying it was time to leave, Justice had little time to react. The hover bike was on the other side of the corner, so it would take too long to get there. With no other options left, he, Vee, and Gummy sprinted towards to speeding truck in a vain attempt, only to be met with smoke and the smell of burned tire marks in the air. "Shit, it got away." Gummy said, coughing a few times as the smoke started to clear up. "I blame you for this, Specs."
Justice turned to the Gumdramon, leaning closer to him. "Me, for what? You two could have just flew to the damn truck and hijack it from there. You didn't have to stay with me y'know?"
"Oh yeah," Gummy retorted, "If that was the case, then I could have just tossed your ass to the truck instead. Works either way for me."
The two continued to bicker for a bit, arguing over who fault it was for the truck getting away. Vee on the other hand, shrugged his shoulders at Bero. He took a long breath before punching the two upside the head, silencing their petty argument. "You two ladies done fighting?" he asked.
With that being said, the three then noticed a Taprimon right next to them. Where the hell did he come from? When he asked whether if they've gotten anything to eat, Justice picked himself up, covering the comical bruise that was on his head. "Owww...no we didn't get anything to eat. And for your sake, you probably shouldn't eat from that food truck anymore, unless you want to turn into whatever the hell that blob was."
Hearing that the truck would eventually circle back around, Justice tilted his head at the Digimon. He must be a regular customer if he's contempt to wait for that food truck. Then, an idea came up in his head: if he was a regular customer, then should know the truck's food stops if it was gonna to come back here. Seeing that their was no use in following it since there's a chance he'll get lost, he went up to the Taprimon with a lot of questions in his mind.
"If it circles back here eventually, then I'm assuming you must be frequent customer." He took out a pencil and a small notebook from his bag."If I may, can you tell me how long that food truck's been around, where did it come from, and its stops around the city if you know anything about it. The reason I'm asking this is because we're investigating the Digimon behind that food truck. There's a chance the may be up to something sinister, and we want to see if that's the case or not."
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Bero
In-Training
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OOC Name: Fritsle
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Post by Bero on May 10, 2019 14:19:53 GMT
Bero was perhaps the most capable sprinter of the bunch. He was also the most furious, although it was unsure if he was the most foolhardy, considering the other digimon affected by it. His horn glowering as he looked at the truck drive off, it starting up far too quick for him to reasonably chase after it, he broke out in sprint himself, however, he broke out in more than just a sprint. With swinging arms in the air and impressive leaping steps which retained the speed of a sprint, he spoke... “DON’T JUST DRIVE AWAY AGAIN YOU COWARDLY WORTHLESS FAILED CODE HEAPS, I’LL RIP APART YOUR EVERY RECIPE TO THE VERY MISHMASH CODE BIT IT EXISTS OF!! I BET EVEN THE BINARY CODE IS A TOTAL MESS, THAT’S HOW ELEMENTARY OF A FAILURE YOU ALL ARE! I’LL BEAT YOUR TRUCK DOWN WITH A SINGLE EMBER AND YOUR DUMB INTERDEPENDENT CODE WILL THROW ITSELF INTO AN EXPLOSIVE BLOODY MESS, YOU SHIT-FOR-FOOD SPREADING PIECES OF SUBPAR MALWARE!”
Yes, his fury was truly unabated. He made it slightly further in his sprint, despite his shouting, than Justice would. It would not mean anything, because he had no chance in hell of actually catching up to the truck, and he wasn’t even sure if the truck heard him. He turned back to Justice, his face scrunched up in absolute fury, the glowing of his horn showing his fur flattened and damaged in the pattern of a tire-tread. Earlier, it had been quite difficult to see, but it was more obvious now. Bero could not have done more himself to catch up to the truck, returning to the scene of where the truck was feeding the idiotic addicted saps. Bero couldn’t disagree that the scent got to him a little bit, but the hunger for food could never match his hunger for VENGEANCE.
All edgy protagonist elements aside, Bero was a bit calmer now as he only gave the Veemon a toxic look in response to the shrug. This blackgabumon really didn’t care for what they were doing when it didn’t include attacking the truck, so he hoped they would want to come with a plan to get a damn hit on the truck soon. The Tapirmon was a source of some interest though, imparting the team of some information, which Justice intended to make great use of. Bero let Justice and his compatriots do the talking first, opting to not reply to what the Tapirmon said. He was sure he would just piss the Tapirmon off instead of do something useful.
However, he couldn’t hold himself in check when Justice started asking questions he just couldn’t agree with. “Who cares where they come from! What the hell are they doing tricking other digimon into making Burpmon of themselves and then COLLECTING those digimon!?! It’s obviously up to something sinister you half-optical sensored misfit!”
He wouldn’t miss the chance to let out some of his rage on a human, expressing that with great tone in his body language, which was furious quick movements and practically vibrating with sheer anger, throwing his arms around to elaborate his point that he didn’t think much of the human. although he tried to keep it within logical limitations and focus on the important, to him, questions to be asked.
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Post by Bonetrousled? on May 12, 2019 20:23:55 GMT
"Eh. If it happens, it happens," Tapirmon said. The dull glaze to his eyes and monotone voice made such a careless statement seem all the more off-kilter. "Don't think I'd turn, though. I don't eat nearly enough for that. My master in the Prominence is the one who eats most of this, and he's got too strong of a stomach to turn like that."
Immediately Justice whipped out a notebook, spurring the Tapirmon to yawn a little in distress. "Too many questions, man. You're killing me here," he complained. Nevertheless, he stretched out against the crumpled-up car he sat atop, tapping the hood with his trunk as he tried to think on what to say. "Can't say the truck's been around too long. Only started popping up once that abandoned high-rise got bought out. Got its reputation overnight for damn good food, though. First Digimon to take a chance and buy from it couldn't get enough, and you know there's nothing like tasty food to get a Digimon worked up. Since then, it's been a nightly fixture.
Usually sticks to the wrong side of the tracks, though. Whoever's running the show must not want to be running on the wrong side of the law. At least, not in the parts where the law's looking. With a city as big as Terminus, risky business tends to sink to the bottom and get forgotten about. Not much narrowing down, but should at least rule out a good half of the city."
Then Bero asked the important question. Why in the world would this truck be collecting Burpmon of all things? They were pretty much grade-A hazardous material in the Digital World, on top of being just plain gross. To this, Tapirmon gave . . . a shrug. "Unno," he yawned. "Got a few ideas. But can't say I'm sure. All I know is once they're in the truck, they're never seen again. Not that you'd likely pick who's missing out of a crowd, of course. Once you're fully a Burpmon, you always look the same. Not like those guys." Tapirmon quickly turned his head towards the gluttonous Digimon writhing on the floor. "Once the night passes they'll walk it off.
Y'know. It'd suck if this whole operation got busted up and I had to go home empty handed. When you guys get to the bottom of this, think you can sneak me some burgers?" Tapirmon asked. "I scratch your back, you scratch mine. Kumbaya and all that?"
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Post by Vergil on May 15, 2019 3:00:53 GMT
Justice wrote down what the Tarpimon was saying, making sure that the information he was writing was not too detailed, just straight to the point; just in case if any of them forget any important details. He was so into it that he didn't even react the Bero's nasty comment to him. Apparently whatever force that was behind that burger truck only recently set up shop at one of city's high rises.
The Gabumon did brought up a serious question: Why would go out of their way to collect Burpmon knowing they're a risk to everyone around them? That was when Justice put is pen down and crossed him arms, tilting his head in a thinking manner. "Interesting," he remarked."This does present us with an opportunity. Now obviously whatever they're planning with collecting Burpmon isn't good at all. If we can figure out what they're planning with them, not only we'll be able expose them, putting a halt to their operation, but we could also bring out the Digimon behind all of this. It'll be like killing two birds with one stone." He turned to his two Digimon. "Can I count you two?"
"Uh-huh," Vee acknowledge, nodding his head. "I gotta say, you always do come up with the best plans when it comes to situations like this."
"That's because he's using that nerd brain of his for something useful this time around instead of stupid shit," Gummy rebuffed.
"Hey, I can be either the smartest or the dumbest person you know," Justice retort in a snarky tone. "Tonight I'm choosing the let my brain cells work."
When the Taprimon asked them if they could bring him some burgers after all this was done, Justice only gave him a half smile. "Yeah, yeah. Kumbaya." That was a lie. If it was any good for the Digimon, he would stay away from that food. But still, he at least have to repay him back for the useful information. "If I can't, I'll come back and treat you out something different, maybe something that doesn't involve any evil influence behind him.
Saying their goodbyes and now with a location set, the three started to walk towards the bike that was still sitting on the corner before turning to Bero. Despite the Black Gabumon portraying himself as a rude, loudmouth, and self-centered individual, they were now a team, whether he liked it or not. "You need a lift to the high rise, or are you gonna just meet me there? Whatever works with me, fuzzy guy."
Gummy huffed at his Tamer's kindness; he wasn't too keen with working with Bero.
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Bero
In-Training
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OOC Name: Fritsle
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Post by Bero on May 18, 2019 12:58:06 GMT
The Tapirmon was all too willing to give out some information, but Bero didn’t let that bother him too much. The Tapirmon didn’t give off any sense of danger to him, confident in not becoming a Burpmon and having a master, but too lazy by far. There was simply not an air of any danger or need for caution around this Tapirmon, and Bero revelled in this sensation.
Bero listened intently for important tips the Tapirmon might be giving out. There’s a few things he could act upon, and would. Anything to make this process run faster, even if just a little bit. He didn’t want to wait to deliver his punishing assault on the truck, and this human seemed intent on making him do exactly that; wait. It was down to Justice to write down the information and come with a basic plan, but Bero would be helping for the sake of expediency. Lord, they’d never get anywhere without him. “I just about know where the wrong side of the road is. Used to stick there myself.”
He looked at the gluttonous Digimon in sheer contempt. They were nothing but weakness in his eyes, weakness that would become Burpmon and serve to be another Digimon's weapon… or something. Was there even a bigger Digimon behind all this? Perhaps this was just the idea of a fun goal for some crazy Digimon with odd interests. Either way, it was something Bero didn’t want existing, for it could be a safety hazard to his own life. If this problem wasn’t solved, Bero was not going to be near terminus for a month or few. His soured expression turns to the Tapirmon. “Should’ve said that before you spilled your beans. I’m not giving you anything, but if you’re there to salvage something during the fight, maybe I'll make an effort to not hurt you.”
If the Tapirmon really wanted to argue for something or get his benefit out of this, he’d have to do it with the human, who seemed to half-agree to the statement. After giving that consideration, Bero looked to the human discuss with his partners. “Yeah, yeah. Go gossip about how smart or weird you are, that sure is an intelligent way to spend your time. Your plan has gaping holes, you know what you want to do, but i haven’t heard anything about the how! The lawless areas of terminus isn’t just half the circle. They’re more like splotches. There’s a few bottlenecks, two lawless areas being connected by only a thin strip, surrounded by places where justice-enforcing Digimon do patrol.”
Was Bero right? Maybe. He’s just going off of memories he had of the place, and mostly dealing with learning how to pull mons into combat without getting into unnecessary issues. For all he knew, for an operation such as this, there were very different bottlenecks. Still worth trying.
“I told you the name; it’s Bero, misfit. Call me fuzzy again and you’ll be finding out if the walls are as fuzzy as your faulty visual receptors would see them as. And of course i need to ride along, did you see any wheels on my body? No? Didn’t think so.” Turns out, being polite really really wasn’t easy for Bero. The blackgabumon crouched a second before jumping with ease, finding his way onto the back of Justice’s bike.
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Post by Bonetrousled? on May 21, 2019 2:25:15 GMT
Tapirmon sighed sadly. While Justice was at least keeping the facade up, Bero flat out told him to take a hike. "Huh. That's a shame," he said, seeming more bummed than destroyed over the decision. "Well, whatever. Good luck out there, then." He curled up on the hood of the car, yawning slightly before drifting off to sleep. Strangely enough, it would feel like a massive pressure had just lifted off of those present.
With that settled, the plan was set: find Terminus City's seedy underbelly, find the burger truck currently prowling around it, and teach it a lesson about running BlackGabumon over! Okay, so that might've been Bero's plan, but it was probably a natural consequence of whatever would happen next. Bero would be on navigation, while Justice would be piloting. It was a fairly even spread of duties, and one that would leave both parties involve reason to rely on one another. Clearly, Bero would be hating every moment of this.
The burning rubber on the road indicated that the truck had last gone to the west. However, with the time the group had taken talking to Tapirmon, was chasing right after the tire tracks really a smart decision? The most direct route wasn't always the best one, especially when the Beelzeburger Truck had no qualms about hauling ass. At the same time, Bero was right. The criminal underbelly of Terminus was quite diffuse. If they didn't follow after the truck now, would they know where to head it off at the pass?
Not helping was the fact that the duo was in such a central area. Streets stretched in every direction from where they sat, bending and twisting into countless pathways. Towering buildings, too, loomed over them. With hoverpads lining Justice's bike, these were less obstructions and more alternate routes to be taken. Finally, an unmistakable smell cut through the air, no longer masked by delicious food. The Beelzeburger Truck had taken up shop right next to a sewer. While not glamorous, it was yet another avenue of attack.
At this point, the one Digimon sticking around to help them was fast asleep. Any decisions to be made fell squarely on their shoulders.
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Post by Vergil on May 24, 2019 0:12:04 GMT
Justice took a step back to Bero’s threat to him, realizing that the Black Gabumon didn’t take too kindly to his friendly banter Prehaps he was being a bit too silly that he didn’t consider he would take that as offensive. Watching the Digimon jump to his bike, at least two positives can be taken from that exchange: he got his name and he needed a ride; enough for the Tamer to start cooperating with him.
Before he could get on his bike however, Gummy tugged on his pants, getting his attention. “What is it, dude?” Justice said, crouching down to him.
“I don’t think we should trust that Digimon.” he whispered, getting in closer so that the Bero wouldn’t hear him. “We can handle ourselves just fine. There’s something about him that screams bat-shit crazy all around.”
“I mean... you got a point,” Justice replied,“but still, he could be a good help if it gets too out of hand. Besides, from what he told us, he’s not gonna want to get away from us since that truck clocked his ass...jeez that tire mark on his back must be nasty.”
Vee nodded in agreement. “Yeah, if he gets too out of control, I’ll just him the good ol’ wack across the head to put him in line. I mean I do it to you two all the time.”
Gummy could only put his paws up in disbelief, opening his mouth in shock. He hated the idea of even working with that Gabumon, and seeing his caution was only noted, that just drove him to more to a few moments of silence before responding. “Whatever, he screws us up, don’t say I didn’t warn you.” With that said, the Gumdramon disappeared in a beam of light, returning to the D-Watch. Vee followed suit shortly after.
With that said, Justice got on the front of the bike, pushed the engine light button, and the two wheels that were used to park the bike in place lifted up were replaced with the two hover pads.
The two sped off into the downtown area with the goal set: go to the sky-rise that the Taprimon mentioned, wherever that was at. Since this was the first time being in Terminus City, everywhere around him was new. The twisting roads and and countless intersections along with the nighttime traffic were enough to make any newcomer get lost. But he wasn’t alone.
“Alright Bero, you’re my eyes all around since rush hour’s a bitch right now, so keep your eyes open for a high-rise that looks renovated or tire marks that look recent.” He had to yell since the wind was blowing against them with the speed they were going.
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Bero
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OOC Name: Fritsle
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Post by Bero on May 25, 2019 15:05:57 GMT
“Yeah yeah, your eyes and stuff. I get’cha. Right here. You need one of them tall buildings, then we could comb down the whole city. Left here. I’ll get’cha somewhere though. We’ll be going through some lawfully upheld areas. If we’re held back, i don’t know you and you’re officially useless.” Bero said rather fearlessly and directly. He didn’t need Justice to like him, nor his digimon. While he hadn’t heard the whispering, he had heard that it had happened. And it was obvious enough they didn’t like him. No one ever liked him, just how he wanted it. But he already stated that he just needed their help in beating the hell out of the burgertruck.
Bero’s recommended turns came very late. He wasn’t making an effort to helpfully guide Justice, just telling him the most useful turns at the lasts moment. Bero would be leading Justice to the closest bundle of skyscrapers he knew of, but it was just one of many in Terminus city. He wasn’t sure about the direction they were heading. he didn’t have beef with that skyscraper, he had beef with the burgertruck. And not literal beef, purely figurative beef.
But the human was the one with the vehicle, not Bero. And with burpmon being an issue, he could use as many meatshields as he can get. He didn’t complain about the inevitably bumpy driving that Justice did due to Bero’s own sloppy directions, at least.
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Post by Bonetrousled? on May 30, 2019 3:27:55 GMT
Bero's directions and Justice's unfamiliarity with the area didn't make too great of a combo. Oftentimes Bero's slapshot direction-making meant the pair would be cut off at a light, forced to blow past stop signs, or at one point sent driving down the wrong end of a one-way street. While not many Digimon were out at this hour, the few who were jeered or heckled at the midnight riders and their violations of the rules of the road. A tough-talking Cyclomon even threatened to knock them silly, although with their bikes and his misshapen legs it was little more than tough talk.
Their lack of synergy meant it took a bit longer than ideal, but soon Terminus High-Rise #666 was visible in the distance. The building was hard to miss once it was in eyesight. Lights of every color shined through the building's many windows, and even from such a far distance the faint thumps of drum and bass could be heard cutting through the night air. While most of the streets of Terminus were empty at this time, the bits of activity that were present all seemed to be congregated around here. Even now, swarms of Digimon piled towards the building, being let in one by one by a red ogre and a blue ogre. If this wasn't a den of sin, it was hard to imagine what else would be.
Sure enough, the Beelzeburger Truck was parked by the side of this high-rise. A Burgermon hustled back and forth from a nearby back alley, loading boxes onto the truck like his life depended on it. The other Burgermon, the one who had previously taken to the top of the truck, was now putting his spinning talents to use by directing his compatriot like an air traffic controller. The Shortmon hung out the window, motioning for the two to get on with it already.
Had Justice and Bero been more on the same page, they may have had more time to investigate. Instead, the Beelzeburger Truck was already nearly full with boxes. If they wanted to make the first strike, they'd need to do it fast.
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Post by Vergil on Jun 2, 2019 4:11:10 GMT
For a lack or a better word, Justice didn't take too kindly into Bero giving him directions at the last minute. Given that he blew a red light, a few stop signs, and was driven on the wrong side of a one-way street, he had every right to yell at the Black Gabumon. Like every person behind the wheel, obeying all traffic laws was something he took seriously, as he had a bit of anxiety when it came to driving, so the Bero's poor directions was only putting him more on edge.
After a couple more minutes of reckless driving, the high-rise that the Taprimon mentioned was finally visible to the two. Justice took a huge sigh of relief upon viewing it, as it meant that no more dangerous driving from an unreliable partner so far. Had it not been the place, he would have lost his cool at the Digimon. But atlas, they've reached their destination, and that's all that mattered to him.
"Terminus High-Rise #666, huh?" The unimpressed look in his eyes and sarcastic tone in his voice made him seem all the more off-putting when driving near the sign across from them. "They're not even trying to be subtle with a building number like that."
Parking the hoverbike at an space that was to the side of the building, Vee and Gummy materialized from the D-Watch as all four of them made they're way to the high-rise. Justice couldn't lie, the high-rise looked pretty amazing. It looked like a rave party was going on in their due to the amount of lights that can been seen and the loud music that can be heard even from out here. It's a shame, if this place wasn't the underbelly of an evil organization, he could have had a good time hear, maybe even invite some friends here.
To his prediction, the burger truck that they've been after was parked in a back alley, close enough to where they parked. Unlike last time, Justice decided to leave the engine on, just in case they needed to dash fast. Approaching the alleyway. Justice and his two Digimon hid on the side of the wall and watched as the Burgermon minions load up their truck with what seems to be more ingredients for another run.
"Looks like we got here just in time," Gummy whispered.
"Mmm-hmm," Vee added. "You want us to hit 'em hard and fast, Justice?"
"Na," Justice replied, "If we do it right here, our presence will be telegraphed. They most likely will send reinforcement or something. Let's trail them a little before they set up shop and get more of those Burpmon." He turned his attention to Bero. "You alright with that? Your vote comes in this two. I'm just saying if we do that, you can show them no mercy and go as crazy as you want."
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