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Post by scovil on Dec 11, 2012 12:31:33 GMT -8
"Hey, this information better be correct!" Scovil growled, staring at the other player. Besides him, Shamanmon raised his club menacingly and waited. The younger male took a step back, clearly intimidated by them, then nodded and quickly assured the Tamer that it was, and if it wasn't, he would certainly get his money back. Making sure to memorize the player's username and his partner species (a Gabumon, oddly enough), the teen and his partner left.
"So...why are you online so early?" Shamanmon asked half an hour later, after their search of the back alleys of the city turned up nothing. Dropping onto a bench under a flickering streetlight, Scovil removed two sandwiches from his inventory and handed one to his partner before answering.
"Couldn't sleep. Decided to come on." In truth, he hadn't slept at all, not after having to sit through another one of his father's rants about his stupid criminals were during dinner. No, he had spent most of the night online, looking up information on DO and seeing what the weaknesses of the source code were. As such, it was ridiculously early in the morning, both in-game and in the real world, so there weren't many people online.
"Oh. It seems like we're trying to find something that shouldn't exist," Shamanmon eventually said, and Scovil frowned as he chewed on his sandwich.
"It exists. Deal with it," he said shortly. 'It' was the underground black market, and that meant there was an underground economy in the game, which opened up several possibilities for himself. "We're not going to be like other players..." he added ominously, giving his partner a sharp look. He didn't care about being the Digimon King or whatever the title was. No, he was aiming to be king of the underworld, and to do that, he had to get his foot in the door.
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