Vec@fij707 Ah, well why not? It'll be much easier to deal with. Instead of having people that will, possible not answer, and others that would argue over the type of Digimon they got. I don't know, maybe I'm thinking too much into it.
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“Yesterday I was clever, so I wanted to change the world. Today I am wise, so I am changing myself.” ― Rumi
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@fij707 Why like? Its the same as saying Insect, Dragon, Beast, Machine... adding a like doesn't make it any different.
And it follows Digimon Rules.
Crests and traits usually dictate what kind of digimon a tamer would get.
And it follows Digimon Rules.
Crests and traits usually dictate what kind of digimon a tamer would get.
Perhaps you should give each Crest a certain type. I know what you mean when you say you want a diverse cast. But its harder to control people's desiresss lol
Posted. Now read and enjoy the wonders of Isshum. Go forth!
Go forth ....
Go forth ....
“Oi! Keep your crummy hands off my teammates!” Isshum yelled as he burst forwards and slammed a flaming fist into a inattentive rock monster, his flames licked through its crusty shell, crackling loudly inside. With a pull, he yanked his arm from the monster’s insides and watched as it crumbled into lifeless stone. It blended well with the mountainous, cliff-side terrain.
He shook his gloved hand of the dark dust, glanced at his fighting comrades, and grinned challenging towards the hoard of golems that scuttled towards him. Still unsure on how he had bumped into the aggressive mob, Isshum had decided to take the incident in stride. After all, it was their mission to take out some walking mountain, so the crawling boulders had to have meant they were close.
“Huh?” he wondered, taking note of the gravelly, crumbling steps of the heavy-footed monsters. “Ah! So you want more of the Wild Brilliance! Bring it on you club-footed blockheads!”
Launching back from them, he found himself near the edge of a craggy, grass-dotted ledge. Even still, he smirked with confidence. “Fuck yea, I’m going to make this spectacular!” He clenched in his stomach and curled his arms tightly as his fist flared and sparked to life. His flames resembled the brightly flickering life of a lit firework but burned a crimson hue.
He had expected the hoard to charge him but for several moments, they just stood still. Isshum raised his brow thuggishly, taking a step forwards. As he did the earth tremored beneath him. The hell was that? he thought, staring at the earth and stomping again. Nothing happened. Well, he hadn’t created that tremor. When he motioned backwards and twisted his lip in contemplation, the tremor shook the ground again. This time, he found his balance was thrown off.
“W-What the hell!” he barked, looking for his teammates. Was this one of their doing? They knew how he hated sudden movements. He was so caught up in his own thoughts that he missed the harmonious, rumbling of the golems kneeling in front of him. When he caught the whiff of freshly uprooted earth from behind him, Isshum turned and first noticed a hand-shaped shadow blotting out the sun.
Realizing that it was actually a gray-stoned hand, Isshum tightened his posture, brought his arms around himself, and winced in preparation to get squashed. The moments ticked by slowly. He didn’t feel crushed or bloody, so he peeked his surroundings. Noticing long stones the size of magical-buses between him, he felt a surge of energy hype him. His instincts drove him to grasping onto its craggy index finger, his hand fitting inside its crevices.
"I call dibs on the big guy!"
“You’re mines now you bastard! I’m gon----I’m gonnaaa. Wreck … ya?” Isshum felt bile bubble in his gut, the earth spun in his vision with a might twirl. It took only a second for the nausea to immobilize him, it took all he had to hold on to the finger and keep from falling hundreds of feet to his death.
Broken sentences rained down from the king golemn’s hand, faintly reaching the others on the cliff. “Viii! Hel- Blarrghh. Help me!”
@Forsythe Nice to see a newcomer. Yea, can't wait to see your character. And I hope someone ends up teaming up with ya soon.
If no others joins. Is it possible to do a 1x1 Rp. Courage and Tenacity has totes potential lol
@Lmpkio 3-4 is too many as well. I get the feeling you're use to handling several characters but its just better if it we keep it uncluttered. If new people want to join, we'd have to cater to the many characters that old people have, as well as the several characters that potentials would like to have. It'll be hard mentioning them in our plots. Believe me, it'll make this a hell of a lot easier on us if everyone, for now, is limited 1; 2 at the most. Mas' storylines were good but she barely kept up with the plots and honestly, none of them were completed.
I think the first was all that done before she'd have to skip to the end of both her plots.
Let's try and keep this in mind.
I think the first was all that done before she'd have to skip to the end of both her plots.
Let's try and keep this in mind.
@Lucifers 666 Sorry about this but I'm going to have to bow out. Hope you guys have fun.
Another chair toppled over. For a moment, he believed it to be his mother’s but he should have known better than that. Yamato’s loud voice brought his leave to a halt. He stared at the door leading out to the rain-soaked Konoha, the gray behind it had painted it with clear trails and droplets. A sigh left his nostril as he felt something from his past raise again.
Though he couldn’t pin-point it exactly, he knew that it was justified anger. Something … vengeful. When Yamato spoke on the face of the meeting, he turned his side to the guy and stared him directly, ignoring the disapproval of the others.
“If you think that, then you’re truly blind,” He smirked to hide the growing fury, though his eyes failed to be anything but accusing daggers. “You and you’re clan, you’ve never been about anything but yourselves. This mask that you’re holding up is cracked and broken. Has been ever since that Jashin incident. You may be able to fool these other clans, but the Naito know. We’ve always known.” His body, though wholly still, seemed to move with a control passion as he spoke.
Nariko looked towards him but didn’t speak a word, instead her feral black brows came together with disapproval.
Yamato continued on. Defending his father before stabbing a spear of reality through Daiki’s life-long situation. The auburn-haired youth’s eyes went wide with rage as he pulled his hands from his pocket, revealing his clenched fist. It would have been fine if his words were directed towards him; if his venom had not touched his mother, but they had. And it brought the accusation to light.
Chakra burst through the floodgates and dyed his eyes red. In the room, he saw masses of charka and realized that everyone was moving in very predictable motions. As Rejio reacted, grabbing Yamato and pulling him back, Daiki strode forth with a single goal in mind. The screams of Hojo was dulled in his ears, the newcomer that seemed as fickle a caged-animal was ignored. Anyone looking would see the intent in his stride.
His mother reached out towards him, standing and his wrist with both hands. The touch was tender for she knew all too well how the Naito could view any agitation as a threat in their rage. “Daiki, you too,” she said pointedly.
Daiki staid himself mid-stride, staring pointed blades towards the two Minamoru. By this time, the meeting had faded into quiet. One that was filled with the visceral tension between Yamato and him. “Never assume to know my beliefs. he said calmly to Yamato, for once his words filled with a daring superiority. “This is why I will never believe you. This mighty bullshit. This pride that gets you nowhere. You’re so caught up in yourself that you don’t have time to care for anything else.
“That is as true as me being an Uchiha. You and your father, you hide behind this façade but the only reason you even care is what? Your investments are here. Or maybe it’s the Yakuza that your father is involved with. I don’t believe—for a single moment—that your father is holding this meeting for anything but his own gain. And neither should they.
He remembered something that Yamato said and felt that he should defend it, now that he had decided to accept it. “You called the Uchiha cursed, he reiterated, a lightly pulled smile on his face. “That’s fitting actually. But you've got the afflicted wrong. Its always been people like you and your father--cowards who tried to annihilate them, alienate them. It’s okay to be afraid, Yamato, cause regardless, the results will be the same. I'll still end up being better than you.” He pulled his arm from his mother’s grasp then and started heading for the door again.
Nariko stood up then, bowed deeply to the table, and followed suit. Showing her loyalty to the Uchiha/Naito boy.
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