Post by Zachary Scryer on May 18, 2016 22:50:04 GMT -5
Bookworm Mission info
Maxwell Siegwaldt
It was 9:30 PM inside a small cafe that overlooked the New York City public library. Inside was a student with a laptop. He had black hair and a jacket as he typed on the computer, having posted a help request on it. He seemed nervous as he drank a cup of decaf coffee and kept a constant look at the library across the street. Just inside his pocket, one could see the hint of a strange device-- a green D-1 Digivice. He was indeed a Digimon Tamer, and he was in need of help from his online request.
He had been in the library and was separated from his digimon partner. His plea was genuine as he now awaited the tamer who answered his cry for help.
For the time being he tried to keep calm and kept an eye on the windows of the museum. There was no light and no activity inside. He hated the idea of breaking into it, but if he wanted to keep Wormmon safe, he had to risk it.
He sipped his coffee a bit more, mentally swearing to himself he had to get Wormmon to listen to him more when he was lost in the books. By now the library staff would be gone, but that still didn't mean what he wanted to do was not risky.
Maxwell Siegwaldt
It was 9:30 PM inside a small cafe that overlooked the New York City public library. Inside was a student with a laptop. He had black hair and a jacket as he typed on the computer, having posted a help request on it. He seemed nervous as he drank a cup of decaf coffee and kept a constant look at the library across the street. Just inside his pocket, one could see the hint of a strange device-- a green D-1 Digivice. He was indeed a Digimon Tamer, and he was in need of help from his online request.
He had been in the library and was separated from his digimon partner. His plea was genuine as he now awaited the tamer who answered his cry for help.
For the time being he tried to keep calm and kept an eye on the windows of the museum. There was no light and no activity inside. He hated the idea of breaking into it, but if he wanted to keep Wormmon safe, he had to risk it.
He sipped his coffee a bit more, mentally swearing to himself he had to get Wormmon to listen to him more when he was lost in the books. By now the library staff would be gone, but that still didn't mean what he wanted to do was not risky.
