@Renny
Did I jump the gun? Sorry, I was taken by an "in this moment" kind of inspiration, so I went with it.
Did I jump the gun? Sorry, I was taken by an "in this moment" kind of inspiration, so I went with it.
Altered Tundra
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STATUS: A decade ago when we made that meme "get kid", this isn't exactly what we meant... 15 days ago
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A decade ago when we made that meme "get kid", this isn't exactly what we meant...
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Do you think the reason Jesus Christ doesn't rise again is because we keep putting up crosses and he gets flashbacks on how that went last time?
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6 mos ago
Happy almost crisis!
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9 mos ago
it's not just a rock IT'S A BOULDER!...or whatever Spongebob said
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10 mos ago
I will never show empathy for a bigot or a man who believed empathy is a made up term. Simple as that.
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While food had come into their periphery, but didn’t spend much time there. It seemed, as though, in minutes the food was gone, scarfed down by these animals (and the Digimon too). From there, conversation broke out. Dante found himself at odds with Leo yet again. It had been noted by one of the teens around the table, the one who just identified themself as Max, that, unlike he and Cinderella (what a weird name for a Digimon) were at odds. Dante couldn’t deny that he had a bit of a difficult time dealing with the menace that was Leo. For one, he couldn’t tell when he would actually say something of value or just banter on, giving his opinion even though Dante didn’t ask for it.
“Max, you say. Well, I’m not one for rudeness, so you can call me Dante. This little annoyance is Leo.” Dante patted Leo’s head, to which the little furball poked Dante’s right side with his horn out of revenge. “Why you little--”
“That’s for aggressively patting me, you jerk!”
As Dante and Leo kept pressing each other’s buttons, it got to the point where, instead of giving Leo the benefit of receiving a reaction from him, Dante allowed his blue eyes fall upon the red-haired Max. “Tell me about it. Here I was, sitting in my Italian Villa--well, my parents’ villa, but still!--hoping to get away from their strict ways and, instead of the prospect of some high-living adventure, we were given more disappointment than the lunch they gave us.” He sighed, scowling somewhat. “Do they really expect us to sit through classes? I, for one, would rather go back home if this is all this ’Project F’ is.”
“Max, you say. Well, I’m not one for rudeness, so you can call me Dante. This little annoyance is Leo.” Dante patted Leo’s head, to which the little furball poked Dante’s right side with his horn out of revenge. “Why you little--”
“That’s for aggressively patting me, you jerk!”
As Dante and Leo kept pressing each other’s buttons, it got to the point where, instead of giving Leo the benefit of receiving a reaction from him, Dante allowed his blue eyes fall upon the red-haired Max. “Tell me about it. Here I was, sitting in my Italian Villa--well, my parents’ villa, but still!--hoping to get away from their strict ways and, instead of the prospect of some high-living adventure, we were given more disappointment than the lunch they gave us.” He sighed, scowling somewhat. “Do they really expect us to sit through classes? I, for one, would rather go back home if this is all this ’Project F’ is.”
I may have something in the works. Possibly. Idk..
EDIT: I did do the thing, but it's very short. Buuuut, it's taking initiative, right? That's a good thing, right?
EDIT: I did do the thing, but it's very short. Buuuut, it's taking initiative, right? That's a good thing, right?
Apologies for not getting my post out when I said I would. I couldn't for the life of me find my footing for the beginning. Thankfully, an hour ago, I was able to.
So, uh, yeah, hope you guys and gals enjoy it!
So, uh, yeah, hope you guys and gals enjoy it!
For the majority of the past decade, Jackson had been doing everything he could to remain off the grid. Since it had been brought to his attention that his status as a Guardian was leaked, he had been doing his best to avoid the larger regions in Libra. He stuck to remote, fishing villages, mountain towns, and staying at inns in this town and that town. He spent no more than a single day and some hours into the morning in a single town he might have been staying at the time. He never knew when he might run into trouble. Knowing Jackson’s tendency to bring trouble to him, regardless if he intentionally caused it, was always a recurring thing for him.
This was the life that Jackson had to abide by to avoid the U.D.F. He may not like it and, at times, had tested the limits of how much he wanted to stay out of their clutches.
So, if Jackson truly was on his best behavior and did everything he could to stay away from the general populace, how in the fiery hell did he find himself being escorted by the very people he was trying to avoid into the very building he was doing his best to avoid?
“Please come this way, Mr. Drake.”
“Fuck off.”
“Don’t make us drag you.”
Jackson glared at the three men who proved to be of, if not larger,, size compared to his frame. Jackson himself wasn’t a skinny man, but compared to the behemoths that had escorted him were poised to be the potential end of Jackson Drake’s short life. He’s way too awesome to be done in by a some glorified mall cops. So, he made the conscious choice to walk into the elevator by his choice and his choice alone, though that didn’t stop him from speaking his mind about what he thought.
“I don’t know how you found me. I’m pretty good at covering up my tracks, you know. Second to none, Jackson Drake is number one at stealth and keeping his identity close to his vest.”
The men said nothing, so Jackson kept his mouth going. “I don’t even belong here. I’m not even that skilled of a fighter. I’m a weakling, so this is pretty useless.”
Still, they’ve kept their silence, almost seeming like they were monks or something.
“Whatever. I’ll just keep my opinions to myself, or wait until someone else who’ll actually engage in an active conversation. One-sided bits are always so dull, wouldn’t you agree?”
He didn’t get even one facial reaction. Just as well because the elevator doors opened after what seemed like forever Jackson was led through the halls. They were as to be expected of a place so far into the future design-wise. Jackson took no particular interest in looking around. His main interest was arriving to his destination. That would happen sooner rather than later as the guards relieved Jackson. They some things that he hadn’t really been listening to. He simply walked into the room and — well, Jackson couldn’t contain his surprise.
“This place is bitchin!” His loud tone was like a dagger to the serene atmosphere the room had. There were assorted trees and plantlife, a pond or two (or so Jackson assumed), and the kind of music that really emphasized the spa-like ambience that, if he hadn’t been dragged here by the Rental Cops Idiot Squad, he wouldn’t mind waiting here for whatever reason.
He walked into the room, taking a seat not so far off from the other two who had already been waiting that he wouldn’t be isolated from their interactions, yet he didn’t want to be one of those weirdos who sat next to someone when, as it was clear as day, there were multiple seats to take.
So he did. With the sounds of his combat-styled boots making unique noises on the smooth floor, Jackson’s jeans collided with the leather chair he sat on.
Now he waited for something to happen. He waited for anything to happen.
“I fucking hate waiting.” He spoke to himself, feeling Ifrit’s presence within him. The water was, it seemed, stirring his fire up. Jackson did his best to sit as far away from the water as he could, but even that wasn’t enough. Well, hopefully they wouldn’t be kept much longer.
This was the life that Jackson had to abide by to avoid the U.D.F. He may not like it and, at times, had tested the limits of how much he wanted to stay out of their clutches.
So, if Jackson truly was on his best behavior and did everything he could to stay away from the general populace, how in the fiery hell did he find himself being escorted by the very people he was trying to avoid into the very building he was doing his best to avoid?
“Please come this way, Mr. Drake.”
“Fuck off.”
“Don’t make us drag you.”
Jackson glared at the three men who proved to be of, if not larger,, size compared to his frame. Jackson himself wasn’t a skinny man, but compared to the behemoths that had escorted him were poised to be the potential end of Jackson Drake’s short life. He’s way too awesome to be done in by a some glorified mall cops. So, he made the conscious choice to walk into the elevator by his choice and his choice alone, though that didn’t stop him from speaking his mind about what he thought.
“I don’t know how you found me. I’m pretty good at covering up my tracks, you know. Second to none, Jackson Drake is number one at stealth and keeping his identity close to his vest.”
The men said nothing, so Jackson kept his mouth going. “I don’t even belong here. I’m not even that skilled of a fighter. I’m a weakling, so this is pretty useless.”
Still, they’ve kept their silence, almost seeming like they were monks or something.
“Whatever. I’ll just keep my opinions to myself, or wait until someone else who’ll actually engage in an active conversation. One-sided bits are always so dull, wouldn’t you agree?”
He didn’t get even one facial reaction. Just as well because the elevator doors opened after what seemed like forever Jackson was led through the halls. They were as to be expected of a place so far into the future design-wise. Jackson took no particular interest in looking around. His main interest was arriving to his destination. That would happen sooner rather than later as the guards relieved Jackson. They some things that he hadn’t really been listening to. He simply walked into the room and — well, Jackson couldn’t contain his surprise.
“This place is bitchin!” His loud tone was like a dagger to the serene atmosphere the room had. There were assorted trees and plantlife, a pond or two (or so Jackson assumed), and the kind of music that really emphasized the spa-like ambience that, if he hadn’t been dragged here by the Rental Cops Idiot Squad, he wouldn’t mind waiting here for whatever reason.
He walked into the room, taking a seat not so far off from the other two who had already been waiting that he wouldn’t be isolated from their interactions, yet he didn’t want to be one of those weirdos who sat next to someone when, as it was clear as day, there were multiple seats to take.
So he did. With the sounds of his combat-styled boots making unique noises on the smooth floor, Jackson’s jeans collided with the leather chair he sat on.
Now he waited for something to happen. He waited for anything to happen.
“I fucking hate waiting.” He spoke to himself, feeling Ifrit’s presence within him. The water was, it seemed, stirring his fire up. Jackson did his best to sit as far away from the water as he could, but even that wasn’t enough. Well, hopefully they wouldn’t be kept much longer.
@Renny
Now this is what I get for trying to read late at night.
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Okay, had to redo it, differnt bg color, but same everything else.
Now this is what I get for trying to read late at night.
EDIT
Okay, had to redo it, differnt bg color, but same everything else.
@Renny
Good thing we're all about Digimon.
Also, here is your character header. If you want any changes, let me know~ :)
Good thing we're all about Digimon.
Also, here is your character header. If you want any changes, let me know~ :)
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@Crimson Flame Here is yours! :)
@Renny
Yours will be done tonight or tomorrow. I couldn't find any images other than the basic ones of Huckmon, so it'll just be a matter of rendering them. :)
@Renny
Yours will be done tonight or tomorrow. I couldn't find any images other than the basic ones of Huckmon, so it'll just be a matter of rendering them. :)
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