Sword and Shield

[Perce]

Private thread with Krysta Fyalke


Perce calmly walks around the land with his sword in it's sheath admiring the crops and calm atmosphere. He continues walking until he comes across a abandoned windmill. He looks around it before finding a small scarecrow of which he thinks about using as a practice dummy but decides against it. He then goes into the mill and checks it out before climbing up to the top where a bed of hay is set up conveniently. He then lies down in it and looks out at the clear blue sky imagining how he will become the strongest that he can.

[Krysta Fyalke]

Silence is golden For truth is rarely spoken 0174- Krysta Fyalke  Perce Krysta hummed slightly at the bright sunny day. A gentle wind blew through the grass rustling it slightly. In the distance a windmill churned. It was a great day for both exploring and sleeping. Darric looked about at the much too empty field. He instantly became suspicious. It was too quiet. Krysta bumped her partner with a smile earning a small smile. He was much to serious sometimes. Krysta loved him though. "Let's go rest in the shade. We have plenty of day left to explore." Darric said motioning at the windmill. Kryst couldn't disagree as she was thinking the same thing. They walked for the windmill. The grass crunching lightly beneath their feet. "Hello," Darric called out into the open doorway. It was better to announce themselves than to walk right in on someone possibly.  Krysta walked past him looking around at the hay strewn ground. It looked abandoned which was odd. She wondered why. Darric as ever was on guard.

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[Perce]

Perce hears the tamer and her digimon as they walk in and turns over watching them. Hearing the digimon say Hello Perce decides that it is best if he reveals his position right then. "Hello there. My name is Perce." He calls out before hopping off the hay bed where he was lying down. He then starts to brush the hay off while walking towards them with a smile on his face. "It is nice to meet you." He says holding his hand out to them so he can shake their hands."Odd I didn't think anyone would notice this place. But then again I just found it so I guess it isn't too hidden." He says with his cheery voice.

[Krysta Fyalke]

Silence is golden For truth is rarely spoken 0121 - Krysta Fyalke  Perce Krysta looked up at the loft as she heard a voice. he rolled out while stating his name. Krysta smiled politely accepting his hand shake. Then taking out her notepad. Darric also shook his hand though with a slight frown. So this place didn't belong to this guy either. Well he seemed friendly enough but appearances could be deceiving. "I'm Krysta and this is Darric." Krysta wrote and showed. "Before you ask she is mute." Darric said. Having heard the question a hundred times. "You decided to rest here too?" Krysta wrote and showed. "Well this is the only place in this field with plenty of shade." Darric commented.

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[Perce]

Perce looks at the notepad and smiles some more. "So you're a mute? That's interesting. But hey there are worse things to happen to people than that. Hell I think it is kind of cool. Now enough of my banter on that subject. It is nice to meet you both." He says while bowing. "Yea I saw this place while walking around and decided it would be a nice area for me to sit at for a bit. I wonder who does own it." Perce says before looking and Darric. "So you are a tamer eh? One of the first I have met. I'm a Digimon. Level Rookie." Perce says standing straight and pounding his chest with his fist.

[Krysta Fyalke]

Silence is golden For truth is rarely spoken 0142 - Krysta Fyalke  Perce "A wild digimon. Haven't met very many of those that are friendly outside of the city." Darric said.  "Cool," Krysta wrote and showed. "Darric is a champion at most. I like his armor form though." "Of course you would." Darric said shaking his head with a smile. "That being said though. It's dangerous to be alone no matter where you are." Darric said. "Not really." Krysta wrote and showed making Darric sigh. "No sense of danger." he said softly making Krysta grin. "Well, we came in here to rest. Might as well do so." Darric said. Of course Krysta was now not tired. They had met someone new. It was always exciting. "I'm from Czechoslovakia. Though I doubt you've heard of it. Where are you from?" Krysta wrote and showed.

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[Perce]

Perce looks at Darric. "Now who ever said I was wild? Just cause I'm a solo digimon doesn't mean I'm wild. I'm a member of DATs so don't you forget it!" Perce says smiling at them. "Oh so you're a champion. I can't wait until I digivolve my dream is to be the strongest! I'm not afraid of being alone either. I can fight pretty well so there isn't much for me to be afraid of." Perce says flexing in a joking manner. "If you need to rest there is a bed of hay up there with a beautiful view." Perce says pointing at the loft. "Czecholovakia? Nope can't say I have. I'm from the city over yonder but I don't remember much of my past." Perce says while scratching the back of his head.

[Krysta Fyalke]

Silence is golden For truth is rarely spoken 0163 - Krysta Fyalke  Perce "DATS, that's a justice organization. Goody two shoes but kind to say the least." Darric commented. "I'm with Nexus currently." Krysta wrote smiling. "But any good organization is great in my book." "So long as you have no tamer you are technically wild." Darric said and took a posiition sitting against the wall. He was still guarded but no one tossed DATS name around carelessly. Krysta just shook her head. "My past isn't much of a story either. What matters is the present." she wrote and showed. "Indeed." Darric agreed. After the present was him and Krysta. He couldn't imagine life without her for some reason. "Surely you aspire for something though right?" Krysta wrote. "I want to find a home myself." It was hard being in a dinky one room apartment in the real world. It wasn't home. Right now her home was the digital world and all its wonders.

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[Perce]

Perce sighs before deactivating his holosuit. "I guess you're right. My goal is to be the strongest so I can protect the entire digital world. Call me a stupid child, honestly I do feel like one. But this is my goal and I will succeed in it. As for being a wild digimon. I dislike the term 'Wild' so just call me a solo digimon. And if you want to find a home I wish you luck but good homes are hard to come by." Perce pauses and lets out a small sigh. "Excuse me I feel the need to train a bit for now. I saw a neat little scarecrow out back if you'd care to join me." He says before walking out of the mill and around to the scarecrow beckoning them both to come with him.

[Krysta Fyalke]

Silence is golden For truth is rarely spoken 0200 - Krysta Fyalke  Perce "Not childish at all. In fact admirable." Krysta wrote not at all fazed by his change in appearance. She followed him out back to the scarecrow. It was humble enough looking. She doubted it would scare any digimon crows though. After all digimon grew quite large. Darric followed as well. He didn't care to leave his tamer alone at any time. Not after her getting lost in some caves.So troublesome. "If the Scarecrow is too easy. Darric could always use the experience." Krysta wrote and showed earning a glare from her partner. Darric was far from keen on the idea. Though putting Perce in his place wouldn't be so bad. He was highly protective of Krysta so he hated anyone getting to close. This protective instinct had slowly grown oddly enough. He had to wonder why. Maybe he needed to put himself in place. Darric's mind wandered a bit as he pondered this. Krysta took a seat on the barrel ready to watch either way. She wondered what sort of digimon he was. He was kind of like a chibi knight. In a way it was cute.

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[Perce]

Perce laughed. "Thanks but I'd rather not. Not yet that is. Maybe another time though. I dislike fighting people for the most part." Perce says with a nice smile. "Just please stand back I dislike it when people are too close to my attacks. I have seen too many people get hurt by my swords on accident." Perce says with a look of remorse on his face before preparing both of his swords. He then starts slashing at the air in front of him towards the scarecrow with his swords glowing blue. He then smiles looking at them both waiting for the attack to hit. "Energy Wave!" He yells before the scarecrow falls to the ground in pieces. "I wonder if I can make some other scarecrows to hit at." Perce thinks out loud.

[Krysta Fyalke]

Silence is golden For truth is rarely spoken 0149 - Krysta Fyalke  Perce Darric joined Krysta's side and watched. He wasn't impressed but the fact he didn't like to fight showed the kid had potential as a protector. Krysta clapped as the scarecrow fell apart. She smiled politely with the notepad in her lap.  "There is plenty of hay inside. We'd need cloth and thread to bind it though." Krysta wrote and showed. "Straw can also be as good as a thread when wet. The problem is cloth. Though if someone made this one there may be more materials inside." Darric responded. Krysta nodded getting off the barrel. Then they'd help him make more if they could. It was turning into a fun day. She had never made a scarecrow before. So long as his tamer was happy. Darric sighed slightly and smiled. He could set things aside for her.

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[Perce]

Perce laughs before sheathing his blades. He then rushes to help Krysta and Darric make the scarecrows. "This is the first I've seen you smile. This entire time you've just looked moody. Why is that?" Perce asks Darric while grabbing a stack of hay and walks with him back outside. "I mean sure this smile I keep on is just a way to make sure no one sees my sadness but at least it is better then people always wondering why I am so sad. Ya know?" Perce says to Darric. "Mreh not my business just curious is all. Anyway your tamer seems to be very nice." Perce chuckles.

[Krysta Fyalke]

Silence is golden For truth is rarely spoken 0202 - Krysta Fyalke  Perce "I am protective of her." Darric said. "It is hard to earn my trust. So far only a few have earned my acceptance if nothing else." Krysta hurried inside to look around. There was a few pieces of furniture and boxes. Some cloth had to be around here somewhere. "She is naturally kind. She also has no sense of danger. She'll walk up to Skull Satamons, explore caves and walk the roads of the underworld without an ounce of fear. She is either stupid or brave and even I can't tell which." Darric said walking slightly ahead of Perce. He stopped at the doorway watching her look through some boxes. He could tell by the look on her face she may have found it. She cast a glance at him. "We need a crowbar." She wrote and showed. "Or my claws." Darric said and used his Bleeding Claw attack on the lid. Cutting it into small pieces they could remove it. He and Krysta remove the parts. it was as she had thought. The box had been pretty light by comparison to others. A few bolts of cloth sat inside.

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[Perce]

Perce nods while listening to Darric. "I see. I would call that a combination of the two but from what I can tell I'd say she is more brave than dumb." Perce says to Darric before walking over to the crate. "Cool some cloth. I'll take the crate outside with the rest of the items." Perce says as he lifts the crate with one arm over his head. He then walked over to the stacks of hay placed the crate down right next to it. He then walked back to see what Darric and Krysta were up to. "Krysta is there anything you need my help with?" He asks.