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The greyed corpse fell from the tip of his blade, the warrior's face serious. The newbie's backs were vanishing in the distance and Orca almost wished they had given him a 'Thank you.' but he realized the satisfaction of defeating such a bully made up for it.

R:2 sure was a warzone if you ran into the right people. Kite was right in saying it was more relaxed as far as strange happenings (or so he thought) but the gameplay itself was much more brutal....

And he couldn't complain.

The good old days of R:1 let him be the honorable warrior everyone loved that he wanted to be, but he learned very quickly that the attitude he carried then would get him killed. Still charitable, still kind...but not someone who'd chose to talk a conflict over before striking.

The monochrome body of the Twin Blade finally faded and Orca swung his sword in triumph before putting it away. As glorious as this small victory had been, his opponent fought hard, and Orca couldn't deny the hits to his HP.

#soothingwaves #the big water and the small water meet

lukas-musings

I can tell, you’re a sᴜʀᴠɪᴠᴏʀ

When you’re sᴄᴀʀᴇᴅ, your hands 𝖙𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖈𝖍 And your shoulders 𝖙𝖊𝖓𝖘𝖊

But your eyes… It doesn’t show in your eyes. That’s how I can tell, Those eyes have seen things.

#{Wake Up [thoughts]}

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#{Log Off [yasuhiko]}

rpmusings-galore

One thing you should know about me: I am very good at making very bad decisions

#{Wake Up [thoughts]}

ancicntgrcymon:

This wasn’t the Digital World anymore. Something felt distinctly different, something deep within AncientGreymon was slightly misplaced enough to put him on edge. The dragon found himself exploring this new land, taking it in. As unfamiliar as it was, there was something about it that felt familiar– many of the relics littering the ground were reminiscent of a time he wasn’t all too fond of. The environment was angry, yet comforting. Unsurprisingly, the beast of fire was at home in a field engulfed in the element.

His old eyes were thankful for the crimson atmosphere, watching the flames belching skyward almost in reverence. This was raw, a place of unbridled power. Surely, there would be no wanderers out this far, especially if this was indeed connected to the Digital World. The sand parted as his weight nestled in it with each step, his eyes on the horizon far in the distance.

To his surprise, he eventually caught sight of a figure on that horizon. Whoever it was, they were a fair ways away, but it was at least someone else in this quite literal hellscape; maybe they’d know how to escape and if it is indeed connected to the Digital World.

Drawing in a deep breath, he roared something fierce, hearkening back to the ancient ages of the Digital World where the Warrior Ten would shout battle cries before engaging another party. It felt good to let it out, and hopefully, it would draw some attention despite the distance. He wasn’t about to take flight or break into a run, especially on ground this unstable; shouting out was the only feasible method of contact here.

The roar shook the ground, and immediately Orca drew his sword. Beta or not, he should had expected that there would be monsters in this field, and part of him worried that they were contaminated like the others he had encountered here recently.

And from the looks of it, the hulking creature in the distance was a hell of a monster. The Descendant wondered if he'd even be able to fight it on his own, with his partner not here....Even still Orca took off at a sprint across the sands, fully prepared for battle.

However as he got closer, no HP bar or indicator appeared like a on normal monster, and for a moment fear jolted through him as 'Data Bug' raced through his mind. Yet the monster didn't hold the trademark signs or a databug, the glowing green scales....and it certainly didn't look like a phase. No, as Orca got closer, the creatures data became clearer. It read less as a monster, and more like....

....A player....

Not a conventional player, but all the signs in his menu registered the beast as such. A sentient being. Perhaps an AI? He slowed his charge to a walk, lowering his sword as he gazed upward. Closer to the beast, it still kept it's intimidation yet there was something unendingly wise about it...

"Who goes there?!" he yelled to it, his usual put-on tone wavering just a bit from the sheer mystery.

#ancicntgrcymon

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It was rare to actually find new things in The World, especially when there was no events going on. But here he was in a field he'd never seen before....He was in the Sigma server he was fairly certain. The warrior character had tried checking the area name multiple times, but the words scrambled and blurred alongside its level.

Thankfully, the gate out option seemed to be functioning, the prompt "Return to Root Town?" flashing faithfully when he clicked. So he wasn't trapped, and therefore there was no harm in throwing caution to the breeze a bit and seeing what he found. If this was a new place, he wondered if it was perhaps in beta and that's why the words glitched.

At first glance it resembled a lava field, steaming geysers casting mist against the red burnt sky, magma dripping volcanoes dotting the horizon. And yet his boots scuffed through sand, at one point connecting with the skull of a long dead monster. The fire and magma that lit the sky created an interesting yet realistic contrast with the warm sands and skeletal corpses, giving the field the appearance of a long dormant war zone.

Orca lived for places like this, excitement pushing him to explore. If he had discovered a new field type, he was certainly eager to tell Balmung and Kite about it.

#ancicntcrymon