Subject: Cold Thoughts [O] 206 views

[harpv3]

He felt almost guilty for not putting one hundred and ten percent into his duties today, almost. He had gave his best effort for the better part of the digital day to assist newcomers, none of which would have him. Many insisted they were too good for his help, like he hadn't heard that one before. Others however seemed to simply shy away from him for whatever reason. So here he was keeping a not so keen eye out for potential players who needed to have their hands held. That didn't ruin the nostalgic mood he was in though. It was no trouble for him to use his newly re-amped senses. In fact it was a pleasure.

"Bailey keep an eye on the perimeter. I'm going to make a few more rounds on the ice." The fun and games never lasted forever. His trip down memory lane would soon end but in the meantime he had his faithful hound to keep lookout. The Labramon didn't sign up to be a guide or with one but that's how things worked out. "Will that be all sir?" He sounded just like, was just like, a butler with his nose turned up and loyalty unquestionable. He catered to his master's every whim and only complained in his innermost thoughts. His two cents didn't come cheap either. He only offered advice when it was asked directly of him least he insult Methuselah.

"Yes, thank you." Whipping some blood from the corner of his lips, from falling on the ice no doubt, the tamer smiled to himself in a menacing manner; guilty pleasures really were the best. This was a guilty act in that a staff member shouldn't act so childishly. Well his betters could bite his bruised ass, he was a good earner. Better than half the chumps on here anyway. He found himself becoming more and more bitter with each session spent in DO. It was like both worlds were proving how justifiable it was to be cynical. Not that he's gone down that road just yet. He was for the most part still very grateful to be given this golden opportunity. Even if scarcely anyone appreciated or befriended him. Just like the real world it was.

[wild digimon]

Say my name and I disappear. What am I?

What am I?
echo » silence » trouble » candy

[harpv3]

The guide blinked at the funny little bat. "Do you wish for me to take care of this sir?". It was a bit of a start but he was fine now. "No that won't be nessisary. I'm not sure of what importance it is to you Demi-devimon but i'll amuse you. My answer is candy, do with it what you will." The Labramon made a shooing motion with its golden claws for the bat to cease pestering his tamer. Not that Meth was feeling pestered, he simply wasted enough time not focusing on his task.

[wild digimon]

" wrong answer! "
picodevimon has disappeared
you were left with nothing but a cold chill.

[ronin47]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true] And I will hold on to hope. Ronin sneezes. "I can't be sick in a game, right?" Strabimon places a finger to his chin and ponders. "Hmm, I'm not quite so sure, Ronin. It is similar to status ailments, which Digimon and players can acquire." Sounds logical. Doesn't make things easier but it's not a big problem. Solutions are pretty easy to find in an online game. Rest for injuries, antidotes for poisons, heals for paralysis - if he gets sick, all he'll have to do is buy some sort of medicine and get better instantly. Ronin tugs his jacket closer, eying the solid lake of ice with a small glint of excitement and steps into the frozen field. He catches his balance before his feet slips off and then he takes another step forward. He can feel Strabimon's eyes on him. "Ronin...?" "Just watch," Ronin assures, spreading his arms in the air, trying to get a feel of the slippery surface. He pushes himself forward with his foot, skating steadily for a few feet. Ronin pushes again, this time with his right, moving several feet more. He repeats it with more boldness, leaning forward to boost acceleration but his foot suddenly curves so his legs part into a split and Ronin stumbles forward, arms flailing. "Ronin!" Strabimon shouts, running toward his fallen tamer. The claws at his feet leaves dents and scratches on the ice. He grabs Ronin - who is hissing from the pain - over by the shoulder and helps him up. "Ronin, what were you thinking? Has the sickness started to addle your mind?" God, it stings worse than he remembers it. "I'm okay, Strabimon. I didn't break any bones or anything...though it sure feels like it," he says, grinning. Strabimon frowns. "Why are you smiling, Ronin? Your behavior is strange. It worries me a little." "Never heard of ice skating?" Ronin asks, pushing his bandanna back above his head. "I guess I'm being a bit childish. I haven't done this since I was nine, or maybe ten." He stops, eying at a strange Digimon that seems to be talking. To his surprise, the Digimon vanishes. "Huh, what was that?" Ronin says in bewilderment. "It's from the new event, Ronin," Strabimon explains. "It's part of the Halloween event MAGAMI has set up." Oh, right, Halloween. He hasn't been following on what was going on because of midterms but he read it in the passing in his inbox. "Do we need to do something?" Ronin asks. "As per your work? No, I don't believe so." He looks at the player that the event Digimon was talking to. Ronin notices that the man also has a red satellite like his. Ronin isn't really interested at the Halloween event but it doesn't hurt to ask. He skates toward the man and awkwardly forces himself to stop before bumping into him. At least he didn't fell. "What was that Digimon saying?" he asks, direct and straight-forward.

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