Post by FERGHUS on Jun 24, 2016 0:45:23 GMT -5
Most would avoid the backwater areas of Terabyte City, regardless of whether it was before or after the terrorist attack. Regardless of whether people had connections still living within this area even! But a lion was either courageous beyond belief or extremely foolish. At least, the most black and white answer was either of those two, but Ferghus liked the third answer better. Keep it smart, stay alive. He'd learned this lesson years ago and quickly enough to avoid getting killed on sight. But did he learn good enough? His mistakes, his neglect, his ignorance. They all came back to haunt the old lion. Forget the Mark he previously was cursed with, he didn't need a curse to suffer his past.
Just like poor Ricky. That Gaogamon was a complete idiot. Ferghus wondered how his husky cousin had been approved into Terabyte's mob some years ago with how that dog jumped into things. "Damnit Rick. Yew always left the rest of the family away cause yew caint git a fuckin' clue," the lion grumbled, standing in front of an old, broken home. Every so often he had to come here, at least remember the fool that was his cousin. Strange though, considering a feline was cousins with a canine. But he loved his cousin, no matter how much the Leomon was annoyed by him. Ferghus reached his hand out, opening a crooked door into an equally crooked house.
Various crap was everywhere. He could barely take a step without bumping into something! Ferghus shook his head, "The hell? Even in death yew caint even keep yer room straight! Shoot, guess Ah'll just take at least somethin' valuable so yew don't let it git handed ter some other piece of shit. Ah know yew don't like that much. Guess it's fair though, since yer ass owes me money fer that night at that bar." Boxes, broken chairs, even the house itself was falling apart! But as Ferghus wandered, he noticed a thud against his foot. A brow raised as the lion bent down, "Never noticed this here befer. Then, Ah never looked 'round much."
The decorated box was half open, the old man removing the top of the box to reveal a much more decorated egg with an odd symbol. Curious, Ferghus picked it up to examine the object of his desires, "Heh. Seems like this'll do me real gewd like. Good thang there ain't no way fer yew ter hide shit anymore, yew dead dumbass." He could loot the place some more, but didn't feel the need to. Ferghus took one item, and it was a fancy one. No need to make the dog roll over in his grave.
Outside and a mere city block down, a trio of mooks were having a good old laugh. The Leomon walked by, overhearing their laughter, Fuckin' idiots should git a damn job. He wanted to go by and mind his business, he really did, but out of the Hyogamon, Cyclonemon, and Musyamon, the ice themed Ogremon wannabe opened his mouth,
"HEY! The fuck ya looking at old man!?"
"Gaddangit! Mind yer own business boy," snarled the old cat, turning his body to face the trio. He really didn't want this today. Well, he never wanted this at all, but he was the one who came around these parts to look at the more or less resting place of a family member. Ferghus should have seen this coming.
"This one's giving us lip! We saw you walk into that old idiot Ricky's house! Stupid dog. Good thing we put the dumbass down! His fiance was a slut too. Hell, not sure why-"
A wound up fist slammed across the icey Ogremon rip-off's face, "KEEP YER MOUTH SHUT BOY! Ain't polite ter talk rude 'bout someone's cousin. Try me yew sacks of shit."
Moments had gone by, Ferghus getting himself in a bind. The Hyogamon and Cyclonemon locked down the lion's arms, the Musyamon consistently throwing jabs and slams left and right. At this point, the lion man took every hit. The pressure from the other two's holds were met with the fierce power of the Leomon, but the old bastard couldn't quite get out of it. Agh, shit... guess Ah fuckin' deserve this too. Dumb fer me ter try and defend mah cousin there. Heh, sorry Ricky, pondered Ferghus as a left hook whammed the leonine man's face to the side.
Now he was beginning to learn though, but beginning to wasn't enough. He had to at least make up for what the Leomon ignorantly thought. He talked about what people should do, but did nothing of the sort himself. Wonderful last thoughts as he felt his back crash into the ground, a pained groan releasing itself. Damn these guys hit hard. Despite his own mistakes, this bastards needed to learn a lesson, especially after that confession.
The Cyclonemon spit on the ground near the Leomon, "Next time I'll rip off your arms and watch y-"
A gun blast resounded down the block, the sounds echoing in the night sky and darkened buildings. The Cyclonemon evaporated into data, the other two mooks standing there in shock. In place of Ferghus who had been on the ground was what appeared to be a lion man dressed like a mob boss. With a fancy Tommy Gun which had just been fired, "Well now... ain't this just damn fancy, boys. Guess wut? Time fer a gewd whoopin' from me." The eye patch wearing DonLeomon had been empowered by that egg like object, the Digimental of Karma. How fitting for when the Tommy Gun went off, putting insane amounts of holes into the Musyamon.
"Oh shit... oh shit man! This lion's insane!," the Hyogamon stumbled, rushing off down the street.
"Git outta here," Ferghus growled, the cigarette in his mouth lit up by his cheap lighter. He examined his Tommy Gun that came with the form of DonLeomon. But his brow raised again as he realized something, "Oh, by the way there, son.." The old lion raised his gun, eye staring through the scope, right above the Hyogamon, "Karma's a REAL bitch."
BAM!
A sniper shot rang from the Tommy Gun, impacting through the ice Ogremon's skull, no other sounds emitting from the next patch of evaporating data. With a sigh, Ferghus lowered his gun, "Ah told 'em. That's wut happens when yew talk 'bout fokes like that and do bad thangs to them. It's gunna all come 'round till it hits yer sorry ass. Huh... Ah really am fond of this. Guess Ah'll just... wander this here street like this fer a while. Makes me feel like everythang's right." Letting out a fog of smoke, the DonLeomon wandered down the street, swinging the strap attached to his gun back and forth. Such a nice night.
Ending: www.youtube.com/watch?v=u6lIDU_nSWI
((Digimental acquired: Digimental of Karma))
Just like poor Ricky. That Gaogamon was a complete idiot. Ferghus wondered how his husky cousin had been approved into Terabyte's mob some years ago with how that dog jumped into things. "Damnit Rick. Yew always left the rest of the family away cause yew caint git a fuckin' clue," the lion grumbled, standing in front of an old, broken home. Every so often he had to come here, at least remember the fool that was his cousin. Strange though, considering a feline was cousins with a canine. But he loved his cousin, no matter how much the Leomon was annoyed by him. Ferghus reached his hand out, opening a crooked door into an equally crooked house.
Various crap was everywhere. He could barely take a step without bumping into something! Ferghus shook his head, "The hell? Even in death yew caint even keep yer room straight! Shoot, guess Ah'll just take at least somethin' valuable so yew don't let it git handed ter some other piece of shit. Ah know yew don't like that much. Guess it's fair though, since yer ass owes me money fer that night at that bar." Boxes, broken chairs, even the house itself was falling apart! But as Ferghus wandered, he noticed a thud against his foot. A brow raised as the lion bent down, "Never noticed this here befer. Then, Ah never looked 'round much."
The decorated box was half open, the old man removing the top of the box to reveal a much more decorated egg with an odd symbol. Curious, Ferghus picked it up to examine the object of his desires, "Heh. Seems like this'll do me real gewd like. Good thang there ain't no way fer yew ter hide shit anymore, yew dead dumbass." He could loot the place some more, but didn't feel the need to. Ferghus took one item, and it was a fancy one. No need to make the dog roll over in his grave.
Outside and a mere city block down, a trio of mooks were having a good old laugh. The Leomon walked by, overhearing their laughter, Fuckin' idiots should git a damn job. He wanted to go by and mind his business, he really did, but out of the Hyogamon, Cyclonemon, and Musyamon, the ice themed Ogremon wannabe opened his mouth,
"HEY! The fuck ya looking at old man!?"
"Gaddangit! Mind yer own business boy," snarled the old cat, turning his body to face the trio. He really didn't want this today. Well, he never wanted this at all, but he was the one who came around these parts to look at the more or less resting place of a family member. Ferghus should have seen this coming.
"This one's giving us lip! We saw you walk into that old idiot Ricky's house! Stupid dog. Good thing we put the dumbass down! His fiance was a slut too. Hell, not sure why-"
A wound up fist slammed across the icey Ogremon rip-off's face, "KEEP YER MOUTH SHUT BOY! Ain't polite ter talk rude 'bout someone's cousin. Try me yew sacks of shit."
Moments had gone by, Ferghus getting himself in a bind. The Hyogamon and Cyclonemon locked down the lion's arms, the Musyamon consistently throwing jabs and slams left and right. At this point, the lion man took every hit. The pressure from the other two's holds were met with the fierce power of the Leomon, but the old bastard couldn't quite get out of it. Agh, shit... guess Ah fuckin' deserve this too. Dumb fer me ter try and defend mah cousin there. Heh, sorry Ricky, pondered Ferghus as a left hook whammed the leonine man's face to the side.
Now he was beginning to learn though, but beginning to wasn't enough. He had to at least make up for what the Leomon ignorantly thought. He talked about what people should do, but did nothing of the sort himself. Wonderful last thoughts as he felt his back crash into the ground, a pained groan releasing itself. Damn these guys hit hard. Despite his own mistakes, this bastards needed to learn a lesson, especially after that confession.
The Cyclonemon spit on the ground near the Leomon, "Next time I'll rip off your arms and watch y-"
A gun blast resounded down the block, the sounds echoing in the night sky and darkened buildings. The Cyclonemon evaporated into data, the other two mooks standing there in shock. In place of Ferghus who had been on the ground was what appeared to be a lion man dressed like a mob boss. With a fancy Tommy Gun which had just been fired, "Well now... ain't this just damn fancy, boys. Guess wut? Time fer a gewd whoopin' from me." The eye patch wearing DonLeomon had been empowered by that egg like object, the Digimental of Karma. How fitting for when the Tommy Gun went off, putting insane amounts of holes into the Musyamon.
"Oh shit... oh shit man! This lion's insane!," the Hyogamon stumbled, rushing off down the street.
"Git outta here," Ferghus growled, the cigarette in his mouth lit up by his cheap lighter. He examined his Tommy Gun that came with the form of DonLeomon. But his brow raised again as he realized something, "Oh, by the way there, son.." The old lion raised his gun, eye staring through the scope, right above the Hyogamon, "Karma's a REAL bitch."
BAM!
A sniper shot rang from the Tommy Gun, impacting through the ice Ogremon's skull, no other sounds emitting from the next patch of evaporating data. With a sigh, Ferghus lowered his gun, "Ah told 'em. That's wut happens when yew talk 'bout fokes like that and do bad thangs to them. It's gunna all come 'round till it hits yer sorry ass. Huh... Ah really am fond of this. Guess Ah'll just... wander this here street like this fer a while. Makes me feel like everythang's right." Letting out a fog of smoke, the DonLeomon wandered down the street, swinging the strap attached to his gun back and forth. Such a nice night.
Ending: www.youtube.com/watch?v=u6lIDU_nSWI
((Digimental acquired: Digimental of Karma))
