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By power of Fist, will they Coexist? [V-day Bero&Boss]
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Post by Bero on Feb 3, 2020 21:44:02 GMT
Terminus, a grand city of gray and bronze. The high-rises and unwelcome aura of the city extended high into the sky, looming buildings would arc into the sky, giving a feeling of being surrounded when standing on it’s fair streets. The sun bore down on the very nature of the city, but it’s bright rays of yellow and orange did nothing to make the city feel warmer. Perhaps in a figurative sense, the shine of the sun would welcome you. But the cold air and large buildings didn’t leave much space for kindness.
Common Terminus Street
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Bero found himself on one of the lower rooftops. A flat roof, easy to walk upon, reminiscent of those in the human worlds. Small circular fans were affixed to the top of the building, along with air conditioner devices and the like. They were all currently off, as there was little air that needed cooling off. Bero’s clawed feet were places on solid concrete though, and his eyes and ears paid little attention to the common contraption that existed upon the rooftop. Black as the night, his fires slowly throttled and coiled around him, as he was stared down by two Golemons. One was, slightly different, rather than being a monsterish being, it was just a very simple blocky creature made of a digital wireframe. All the same though, The two gave Bero the most vile expression. “We’ve got business with you, Fire runt.”“I derived as much. Can’t say i care.” Bero practically spat at them. He knew what was going on here. Two offended rookies suddenly getting a whole lot more confident as they caught up to Bero weeks, perhaps even months after. Bero grit his entire being. It pained his soul to know he was still stuck at champion and he had enemies popping up left and right. “Well, that’s not changing what we’re going to be doing.”The wireframe put a heavy step on the building’s rooftop. Just one step was enough to shake it with force, something that made Bero wince. Bero looked at the item he had with him, a cheap plastic bag filled with home-made tempered chocolates. He held the bag tightly as the two approached him. He was in for a fight, whether he liked it or not. The wireframe Golemon (henceforth named Rockmon for convenience) would charge first, his heavy steps shaking the building. Bero had already gotten in combat stance, and his helmet started to glow with irritation. Rockmon’s anger was far more visible than that of Bero though. “You’re going to pay for the pain you’ve given us!”As the Rockmon got closer, He threw his fist to Bero. Despite being smaller, Bero easily countered the measure by taking a step closer, jabbing his arm to punch the Rockmon’s arm and moving his feet to try and kick rockmon at the waist, to get him to double over. Before Bero could finish his manoeuvrer, the Golemon had gotten closer and had swatted Bero with his large hand, forcing the Darklizardmon to take a blow, flying back a short distance and landing on the building a few yards away from the other two champions. He snarled as his helmet glowed with various rainbow colours, bottling his fury inside. He had taken the blow fully to protect the chocolates he was holding. |
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Post by Boss on Feb 4, 2020 22:51:09 GMT
Terminus City was honestly a sight for sore eyes. Boss rarely ever had the chance to visit the grand city of which he saw from when it was just a little hole in the wall of the Digital World, but now, it stood as metropolis. The buildings extended high into the skies, steel buildings looming for whatever purpose they served. Boss jumped through the rooftops, leaning towards aerial travel rather than foot traffic. Since he’d been a child himself, he knew better. Most mons would pick pocket and steal wallets or anything of value when they could. He knew that much because he was one of the Digimon that did that.
It was purely for the sake of survival though. And mostly to have some fun with his friends. The now Tekkenryumon gracefully jumped along the rooftops, a level of delicacy that was unheard of from such a masculine, rough draconian form such as his own. The punk looking dragon’s clogs clacked along the rooftops occasionally as he jumped as gently as he could. From top to bottom, he was covered in scarred, but powerful muscle that supported every part of his frame and bulged out of his buttoned up tank top. The dragon man was holding a small letter in his hands that he then stuffed back into his pocket.
He’d been randomly selected for a “Valentine’s” date via some raffle that he had entered who knows how many cycles ago, and they got back to him saying that his date would be in Terminus. They’d given him a name, but with the amount of Digimon that were here at any given time, how the hell was he supposed to find them? The Tekkenryumon groaned to himself, wondering what he was getting himself into. He wasn’t necessarily looking for a partner, but having some fun was mostly on the menu for him. And maybe a bit of fighting if they seemed scrappy, that was mandatory, Boss nodded to himself.
The massive dragon Digimon soon stopped as he noticed something going on in front of him on some rooftop. The roof itself was large with fans sticking out from the top and covered in metal. He could see three Digimon from afar; two Golemon and what looked like a Blacklizamon. Another jump and he was almost there. From his position, he could see that either a deal was going down, or something was going very wrong. Judging from how the Blacklizamon lashed out at them and took a few hits to protect something, it was something going off.
Dare he help? In all honesty, he could use a good head knocking as a warmup. As easy of a choice made, Boss took another leap in their direction, landing with a rather powerful thud that shook the rooftop for a few seconds, as well as his clogs leaving some cracks from the impact. Before anyone knew what was coming, he’d kicked the Rockmon in the back, sending him skidding across the roof and into the metal bars that prevented anyone from falling over accidentally.
“Now, I’m normally not against folks fending for themselves, but you’ve caught me in a very giving mood,” Boss declared, crossing his arms. “How’s about you leave the guy alone and I make sure you go back home without being dust in the wind?”
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Post by Bero on Feb 5, 2020 18:35:34 GMT
Bero was ready to take another strike, repositioning his bag and his arms in such a way that he could block the blow, after recovering from being slung a few yards like that. Before the blow came to block it, a fourth figure entered the stage. Great, just what he needed, complications in combat while all he’s looking for is some buster for a date. The dragon Digimon had made his entrance as imposing as possible too, landing with such force it threatened the building. The gust of his entrance caused Bero’s body to flicker and roil, the heat-lacking flames whipping up in the wind.
Before Bero could assess what the dragon Digimon meant for the current situation, Rockmon flew out to some metal bars on the edge of the building. The champion was instantly rendered in a daze. A powerful attack to say the least. It left Bero unsure whether to consider this new entrant a friend or foe. It seems that the big Digimon was simply in a giving mood.
The Golemon stepped back, clearly afraid of Boss, but still spoke his irritation. “That asshole has a lot to answer to use for! He beat us up for no reason back when we were rookies!”
Bero rolled his eyes. His actions had always had reasons. They had simply been viable targets and easy to rile up. He needed to see if fire could beat rock. At that time, the answer was a resounding yes.
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Post by Boss on Feb 8, 2020 19:44:31 GMT
Boss couldn’t help but roll his eyes a bit. Ahh, so this was a class payback situation. They got their asses busted by the other guy, cleanly as much as he figured. The Tekkenryumon chuckled a bit. He then glanced at the Darklizamon for a moment. He didn’t seem super weak at first glance, but from the way these two were acting, he probably could have taken them by himself if he didn’t have some sort of cargo. If anything, it was the sole reason he wasn’t doing as much as he could, to which Boss felt kind of bad. Catching folks unaware for a fight was one thing, but in the case of protecting something and thus not being at 100%, the elder dragon felt it was a lot better to intrude, and then let them duke it out another day if they cross paths.
But for now….
“Sounds like you’re just being sore losers then. While I don’t know all the details, it seems clear as day that you’re going to a losing fight. If anything, I’m doing you a favor.” The dragon surmised with a shrug of his shoulders as he walked on over to the Golemon, slapping a broad hand on his shoulder. “Now, how’s about you leave the guy be? I’m being nice here.” The dragon finished.
Once his hand collided with the Golemon’s shoulder, Boss began to add on some well-deserved pressure on his shoulder. It wasn’t going to be enough to break anything permanently, but he would be feeling very uncomfortable, as if Boss was going to grind him to dust. The smile never left Boss’s face as he grasped on to the Golemon, before staring at the Darklizamon.
“Whatever ya got there better be good enough that I’m taking time out of my date to help some bystander out,” Boss said, his tone laced with annoyance even with the sincere expression on his face. He genuinely was being nice, but he wasn’t one to ever hold his ire back when it was deserved, and right now, he was more annoyed at the golems than the lizard in front of him.
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Post by Bero on Feb 9, 2020 14:30:14 GMT
Sore losers was a good description as far as Bero was concerned. They should have been more cautious and not leap at anyone taunting them had they wanted to avoid losing fights. Bero’s impression of this guy grew slightly, as he recognized at least the technique that Bero has.
The Golemon had nothing except fear towards this Tekkenryumon, larger and stronger than he by far. He really felt like his shoulder was being crushed, so much so that he instantly broke out in a slight sweat. He switched over to his more polite habits, since he was by no means a bad Digimon after all. “Y-yes sir! W-we’re sorry for being a bother!”
The Golemon quickly tried to flee after that statement, running to the metallic stairs of the side of the building, and de-digivolving to a Gotsumon to start hopping down the stairs. The Rockmon had seen the situation and despite still carrying some dizziness from the impact he ran away too. Much like the Golemon, he was de-digivolving to a Goblimon on his way down.
Bero looked at the clear situation, staring at the Tekkenryumon, gauging him from a distance. He opted to stand still where he was and observe the Tekkenryumon from afar. As he spoke though, he lifted his little bag. “I think wherever your date may be, this little activity of yours will have impressed them either way. But if you really have to know, you guarded some artisanal chocolates.”
Had it not been for the difference in strength, Bero wouldn’t have said anything. A slight tint of comparable irritation clearly was in every word he said. Had he sounded a bit angrier, he would be spitting verbal venom at the dragon man Digimon.
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Post by Boss on Feb 9, 2020 19:55:40 GMT
Once the color seemed to fade from the Golemon’s face, Boss instantly let go, allowing them to flee in peace. The Tekkenryumon gave a gentle wave as they left to pick up their knocked-out friend and go down the staircase.
“Not sir, it's Boss, and don’t forget it!” he added. They probably didn’t hear him anyways, but not like he was ever going to stop saying it. Once the rabble rousers left, the dragon’s attention was then turned to the Darklizamon, who was still clutching his little bag of who knows what. He was across the rooftop from him and seemed to be sizing him up. A perfectly valid response considering he just swept in and mostly defused the situation for him with none so much as a reward or anything of the sort.
Boss’s clogs clacked along the roof as he walked over closer to the Darklizamon once he was given a closer look. He was protecting a bag of handmade sweets he’d bought. The dragon wasn’t knowledgeable in the realm of cooking beyond burning, seasoning and maybe a few other things, but artisan chocolates sounded like a hassle to keep together and protect if someone was being rough. In some way, he was happy about saving someone a trip and some wasted cash.
The Darklizamon however, didn’t seem too overjoyed at being saved. Boss took note of the edge in his words and simply rolled his eyes. Someone was a bit too prideful. He understood the feeling well though, it was always a blow to the ego. But sometimes, in Boss's perspective, it was better to swallow and move on, or at least use the anger to better yourself.
“You can cut the niceties since I can tell you're none too pleased. Comes off you in waves.” Boss called out, crossing his arms as he walked. “Consider it a blessing since I’m sure whoever you’re giving those chocolates to wouldn’t be too pleased if you showed up damaged with em.”
Once he was relatively close to the Darklizamon, he crouched down to meet them at eye level. A simple gesture but one that meant at least some level of respect even if they were looking at him like he was a threat, or even just wary to be trusted. “Well, good for them, eh? Though for that to happen, I gotta find them in the first damn place. All I got is a name to go off. Wouldn’t happen to know a Bero, would ya?” he said, standing up at his full height and cracking his back for a moment.
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Post by Bero on Feb 11, 2020 10:21:09 GMT
A random blessing is exactly what he thought of the situation, a fortunate coincidence that life had come trodding along with. The dragonman tolk Bero he could cut out the niceties. Well, that made it convenient, means he could be himself likely without getting a fist square in his face (at least, for now). Bero murmured himself in soft tone. “Not like you’re one to talk about not sounding pleased…”
Done dangling the chocolates, he pulled them back to his chest, looking at them. Others informed him these were things he was supposed to be proud of because he made them himself. But in his eyes, they were merely an effective bargaining chip in the hellhole that was emotional dealing.
Bero watched the Tekkenryumon crouch to meet him somewhat closer to eye level. It felt like a slight show in strength, which irritated Bero, causing his helmet, a metallic mask of various rainbow-like colours to glow slightly. It was hilariously positive looking for an indicator of anger. The dragonman digimon seemed to be happy for his date, but he hadn’t found it yet. He was looking for.
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oh.
The glow of Bero’s helmet subsided immediately, his body tensed up for a second, the black fires over it roiling and turning, but not a single touch of warmth came off of him. His helmet glowed more and then less and switched around a bit. Bero managed to calm himself and then gave an awkward grunt, lifting up the bag of chocolates up high towards Boss’ chest. “ 'Boss', i’m guessing? Nice to meet you. Made these myself.”
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Post by Boss on Feb 12, 2020 2:04:58 GMT
Well now. After all that grumpiness, Boss happened to go ahead and save his date from falling over his face with his present. The dragon man couldn’t help but grin as he crossed his arms and looked down at Bero and the little bag of chocolates. “The one and only,” he said with a polite bow.
The chances of this happening was almost impossible, but it happened anyways. He gave a genuine smile and extended a hand over to the Darklizamon for a shake. Whether or not he took it, Boss continued. “So I’m guessing those are for me then? Now I feel sad I didn’t really come over with anything other than this,” he said, fiddling with something behind him.
The dragon man pulled out what seemed to be a very expensive corked bottle of wine, very much not from their world, as one could tell by the Japanese scribbled on it. Boss was never one to show up without a gift or some type of booze to break the ice over but considering that his date had gone and shown up with something personal made, he felt a bit behind. Bero seemed…less than enthused at the situation, but Boss wasn’t going to let that stop him.
“Now, ya gonna tell me why you’re so grumpy and look like you wanna punch me, or at the very least why those jokesters were after you? You don’t have to say anything if you don’t want to, but at least we can crack this open and enjoy ourselves and talk a bit. And I’m not taking silence as an answer.” The elder dragon grinned, holding the bottle between his hands to put it on display. “Got when I decided to pocket some places in the human world one day, figured I’d save it for a nice occasion.”
Even if Boss wasn’t intending for this date to go anywhere, Bero’s lack of willing to reciprocate in conversation interested Boss a bit. It reminded him a bit of himself when he was younger and just angry at the world. And what better way than to drag him out screaming, or at least kind of drunk to unwind.
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Post by Bero on Feb 12, 2020 15:55:05 GMT
The little bow, a way of playing, a way of being friendly with someone. Bero gave a faint smile under his helmet, his flamey jaw only adjusting slightly. The whole situation was kind of… unlikely, but, it happened. Now it was up to Bero to roll with the punches. Wasn’t going to be easy for him. He took Boss’ hand, and the Tekkenryumon would notice instantly that Bero’s fire had no heat whatsoever. Unlike many Darklizamon or Flarizamon, Bero’s fiery body was as warm as the air around it, nor cold nor warm to the touch. But it was still.. Fire? It still gave the feeling of air rushing by your skin as any fire would. His claws were no different than any other Digimon’s claws though.
“I don’t believe i’d be dumb enough to offer them to you if they weren’t.” he said at Boss’ reply, rudely confirming they were indeed for him. He watched Boss pull out the strange wine with the unfamiliar lettering. Well, it wasn’t entirely unfamiliar, Bero had heard around of the strange lettering that was apparently a human’s inferior language. It looks luxurious though, as if it was the best of the best. Bero had only hoped that Boss had taken it from the humans righteously. Any ends to any means was correct in theory, but Bero did oh so prefer the mental image of Boss showing humans what for.
“Call it a perpetual condition; perhaps there’s nothing on the world i don’t want to punch. At least, for now. And i figure you got the gist of it. Sore losers, couldn’t stand my idea of sparring when we were rookies. When I was at my best.” The last part he muttered as softly as possible, with the raw intent that Boss wouldn’t hear it. He turned his attention back to Boss and the bottle, nodding somewhat slowly.
“I take it you want to take that somewhere more scenic? Unless this place…” He looked out to the metropolis rooftop, the little fans, railings and mechanism, the sheer ‘cheap built’ and ‘downtown’ nature of this place. Bero wouldn’t have minded staying here, away from other eyes, but he had a feeling it’d be easier to woo someone if they were somewhere that had them in a better mood. “Is what you would consider picturesque.”
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Post by Boss on Feb 13, 2020 1:19:40 GMT
Boss rolled his eyes at the curt reply. He did ask to cut the niceties and speak his mind, so at least he was getting that out of them. When he shook his hand, the dragon didn’t feel any sort of extreme heat emanating from Bero though. He didn’t know much about Darklizamon and he knew it wasn’t from being a dragon that fire didn’t bother him, but he expected to feel…something there. Fire is pretty much a one-way element, either it’s burning hot or it’s not. He’d keep it in mind for later just in case since he was trying to get to know the guy a little better.
And as he figured, the Golemon and Rockmon that attacked him before were sore losers when they were rookies. The dragon nodded in understanding but took note of his phrasing. Boss was old, but he wasn’t stupid or deaf as Bero would have wanted him to be. Something was off about him, but he couldn’t make any solid guesses as to what. But maybe his initial plan for his date would work out anyways.
If anything, Boss couldn’t help but chuckle a bit, a bit too loudly rather. He reminded him a lot of himself when he was younger, though with a bit more baggage that made it harder to peg exactly what was going on. At the mention of going elsewhere unless they considered the city a perfect place, Boss snapped his fingers.
“I have the perfect place in mind, actually,” Boss started. “There’s a place we can eat where I know the owner not too far off from here where we can chat a bit. And by chat, I mean fight a bit after some food.” The dragon man started, turning around and ushering Bero to follow him.
“I’m a firm believer that men talk better when using their fists than with words sometimes. And it seems like with you, you might agree with me. So how’s about this; we eat, have some of your chocolate, and you try your damndest to lay me flat on the ground, cool?” Boss offered. If he knew Bero like he knew his younger self, he’d probably pretend to think about it when he already knew the answer.
“This isn’t me trying to flaunt or anything, but I genuinely believe that it might give ya a hand with whatever you’re grappling with, or at least an idea of how to handle it.” Boss turned his head, adjusting his cap to glance at the Darklizamon.
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Post by Bero on Feb 13, 2020 11:39:49 GMT
Boss gave off this… Bero didn’t know how to describe it, but it was this smug wiseness, as if he knew better than him. Sure, Boss was older and stronger, but Bero wondered if Boss really had a ‘better’ worldview, if such a thing even existed. Nonetheless, Bero felt mocked by this pseudo-smug aura. The laughing didn’t help.
Boss seemed to have an idea, and if Bero knew anything, it was to follow the ideas of your power/combat superiors. He nodded at the idea of chatting, but then blinked in surprise at the notion of fighting. Fighting? Him? And Boss?
It wouldn’t be much of a fight, but… when was he one to turn down a fight. This time he didn’t even have to make an effort to agitate someone! But Boss did seem like a stage higher than Bero. This definitely wasn't Bero's usual setup. “Not… what i was expecting, but i suppose. Just so you know though, i am… on the mend of being a ‘delinquent’, so to speak. You might see that delinquent side more in a fight.”
He needed to keep some kind of good impression, right? There’s no way Boss would be able to see everything of Bero in his fists anyway. He suggested helping Bero in what Bero was grappling with, to which Bero tried his best to be silent, but his mask, it responded in kind, lighting up once more, shining a small cadence of rainbow light outwards. “... Let’s see where this place is.”
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Post by Boss on Feb 13, 2020 23:09:11 GMT
Bero didn’t seem to necessarily be against the idea, which was all Boss was really hoping for. His entire goal was to simply get Bero to open a bit, if anything, for his own sake rather than for the sake of the date. The Darklizamon eventually followed him and accepted his terms and explained that he was a delinquent on the mend. Boss gave a simple thumbs up in kind.
“Every side of you is something worth seeing, even the punk sides. Would it help to tell you I’m also a bit of a delinquent, old as I am?” Boss chuckled. “I just do it in different ways.”
Shortly after, the dragon man ushered Bero to follow suit towards the edge of the city. The trip was long, but mostly cut short by prompting the Darklizamon to take to the rooftops to avoid the foot traffic that Terminus was known for. It still took them quite a bit of time to arrive, but the place was easy to see. It was a small hole in the wall type of place that looked well run on the outside, and the back of it was a sort of battlefield littered with tables at one end, and one could very clearly see some Digimon fighting hand to hand, fin, or whatever they had for close quarters combat. The only rule the place had was to simply not use any moves of a super destructive kind since the last thing they needed was a stray lightning bolt or fireball to hit the surrounding areas and suddenly have casualties or damage happen.
Once Boss and Bero arrived at the front of the restaurant, Boss was the first to go in, opening the door for Bero to go inside. The inside was what one would expect of relatively high dining by Digimon standards; clean floors, nice looking food, no odd stench and polite staff. Even if Bero went inside, Boss was greeted by one of the staff, a Burgermon wearing a rather nice suit and tie. The Burgermon instantly recognized him and bowed accordingly.
“Ahh, you’re visiting us again, dear Boss? You’re always welcome. Table for one or?” The burgermon started, pulling out a small pad of paper.
Boss raised up two fingers. “I got a date with me. If he’s willing to check out the place. I’ll also be using the field outside for the remainder of my time here if anyone sadly planned to use it,” the Tekkenryumon declared.
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Post by Bero on Feb 15, 2020 18:20:00 GMT
Every side is worth seeing… Every moment spent with this partner was a second risking his real nature. But the risk was small, as far as Bero’s knowledge was concerned. Not many Digimon had such a keen eye to see how someone was inside and out. Bero would be comfortable following him. Besides, the fight has already been offered, fat chance Bero was going to refuse now.
The irony of this situation wasn't lost to Bero. Following someone through alleyways and suspicious areas through terminus, eventually to end up in a fight? Well, it looks like Bero had found a mirror image of himself, of sorts.
The Tekkenryumon opted to avoid any foot traffic and thusly also avoid notice. Bero didn’t mind this idea at all, as more people giving him sneers or looking to beat him up was the last thing he needed. A hint of a smile crept upon his face. With the city's visuals zipping them by as they travelled along the rooftops they made their way to Boss' destination. And the place that Boss wanted to go to looked very simplistic, in a fashion that it didn’t surprise Bero that he had never visited it before. He saw the fighting, and his eyes instantly flitted from one fighting digimon to the other, observing what he could. He didn't let any detail pass him by. Every punch or kick was a technique worth remembering, and possibly implementing. Bero followed Boss’ large frame inside, nodding quietly to him.
Boss seemed to be a regular, and he got a table for both of them, although, he was looking for Bero’s permission in a sort of fashion. Bero wasn't all for the roundabout questioning, so his answer followed in rough tone. “Look, i’m here and you offered me a fight, of course i’m willing to check out the place.”
The powerful presence with which Boss demanded to use one of the fighting areas, the field, specifically, was something that definitely interested Bero. Someone who knew what he wanted, and simply got that, with no regard for others, exactly what he was looking for. “So, you wanted to get to the chocolates and the drinks first? Or you planning to order something else?”
Bero asked Boss these questions with a hint of less rudeness in his tone, although his anger was still palpable. He’d follow Boss for now, if Boss would lead the two of them to a table, he’d join Boss to that table.
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Post by Boss on Feb 16, 2020 17:08:12 GMT
The inside of the restaurant was just as Boss remembered it. After directing Bero inside, the two of them eventually ended up at a table for two that overlooked the outside where one could see some of the Digimon fighting and some extra chairs outside to simply watch the combatants and a small table on the side for small drinks. The Burgermon stood to the side, allowing the two of them to make their seat.
The two Digimon exchanged a few words and pleasantries before Bero cut in asking if they were to order now or enjoy the chocolates, to which Boss nodded.
“Sorry about. Let’s have the chocolates and drinks, then we can get to eating. I’ll have the usual and you can pass him the menu and we can go from there, eh?” Boss smiled to the Burgermon who beamed back at him. They simply passed Bero a two-page menu filled with various foods and delicacies, as well as simple dishes like various meats and veggies if one didn’t care how their food was dollied up. Once the Burgermon left them to their devices, his attention was fully on Bero now. He pulled out the fancy looking wine bottle he had before and set it down on the table, which had two large glasses.
“So Bero, I wanted to ask ya,” Boss started, uncorking the bottle with a claw and pouring the somewhat clear liquid into the glasses, one for each, to half full. “You said that there’s nothing you don’t wanna punch. I’m partly curious, the hell are you exactly fighting for that? Call it a brawler’s curiosity, no judging.” The Tekkenryumon asked, passing a glass of wine over to the Darklizamon for him to try if he wanted. The wine was one of Boss’s favorite kinds. He hated the taste of alcohol, so he tended to mask it with sweet flavors, and this one happened to taste almost like green grapes. After taking a sip or two, he’d eventually move on to trying one of the chocolates Bero had made if he placed them on the table.
“I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours,” he chuckled, raising the glass a bit.
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Post by Bero on Feb 24, 2020 1:46:11 GMT
Bero let Boss have his pleasantries for as much as possible. He gave his best polite nod to the Burgermon after receiving the menu. After the really awkward and somehow threatening jerking movement of his head, Bero observed the Menu, finding plenty here that was more his interests and palate. The chocolates came first though, before the food. Bero places them out on the table, and they were… rather rough shapes without much notable elegance at all. But they glistened unbelievably well. It was easy to compare the shine to that of a factory produced chocolate. The shine was even throughout the whole chocolate too. It looked fairly dark, and had a slight bumpiness to certain spots.
While Bero set out the chocolate, Boss asked his question. Bero contemplated it for a moment, looking out at the chocolates and wine. There was hesitation in wanting to answer it… but he also hesitated in giving no answer at all. Eventually, he decided to fabricate a half-truth of sorts. “I was born with fighting on my mind. I never really needed a reason. Recently, I’ve been looking at finding other things. Until that’s done though, I’ll keep my fists at the ready to fill the gaps in my activity.”
“Hm.. wine. I usually avoid drinking anything like this though. Want to make sure that if my fists are at the ready… I’m at my full strategic capability.” He looked to the wine and shook it around, sniffing it. He was doing his best to sound polite, but he was also still scoping out who exactly Boss was. He considered for a moment to demand Boss’ reply, to learn more about Boss. But the large Digimon had already offered the reply by himself, and Bero wasn’t looking to complicate matters by being rude unnecessarily.
Looking out to the fighting people below, he felt there were some apt examples out there of why not to fight drunk. His eyes flitted over the fighters, while he took one of the chocolates. Those wouldn’t hinder him. “It looks like about a third of the people there don’t care to fight properly..”
While he spoke, he observed various fighters which were fighting with more brute force than technique. If they did care about fighting properly, they clearly weren’t going about it in the smartest way. Bero never had much respect for the ‘hit harder not smarter!’ mentality. But that might be because he usually won out against them. He bit into his chocolate, and it snapped and cracked just perfectly, creating an audible sound. He pulled some of the dark chocolate outside away, to reveal that the inside contained a ooey caramel mess with small chunks of sea-salt peppered through it. Most impressively was that the caramel was completely uniform. An ooey ball of sweet caramel without any undercooked sugary bits or any overcooked bitter parts. Bero casually munched on it as if it were nothing of importance though.
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