NoviceOfRoleplay
One Thousand Club
@TeraByte36G
The morning sun rose. A scene of a teenager and three digimon, is lit. They snore loud enough that a wandering Babamon can hear. Babmon drops her stitched bag, she walks over to Datamon, and wakes him up with an intense stare. Datamon scrambles to his feet to get into a battle stance.
Datamon says,"well Babamon-nice to receive this visit. So finally come to get revenge for your beloved Jijimon?"
Babamon replies while going through her bag,"oh no, he is gone forever and I've accepted that. Hand me a stick."
Datamon blinks. Datamon hands Babamon a small tree branch.
Babmon opens up sleepy-Nishi's mouth and pokes around with the stick. Afterwards, she examines the rest of the party's mouths, even
Datatmon's. Datamon spits out a splinter and does nothing. He can't wrap his head around this situation.
"Babamon, why are you here?"
"I keep helping and helping those new humans, you keep killing and killing them. Why must I be stuck with such a chore? I was talking with one of my roomates last night and they made a interesting point: Because they keep failing. Now this isn't my fault surely, those humans are rash and bold. I let them make their own decisions, but then my roommate brought another good point: Maybe you have to help them more then just directions? With my busy schedule I was astounded by such a claim! How would I make time for it..."
Babamon bonks all the sleepers' heads with the tree branch.
Datamon begins to lower his defenses.
The morning sun rose. A scene of a teenager and three digimon, is lit. They snore loud enough that a wandering Babamon can hear. Babmon drops her stitched bag, she walks over to Datamon, and wakes him up with an intense stare. Datamon scrambles to his feet to get into a battle stance.
Datamon says,"well Babamon-nice to receive this visit. So finally come to get revenge for your beloved Jijimon?"
Babamon replies while going through her bag,"oh no, he is gone forever and I've accepted that. Hand me a stick."
Datamon blinks. Datamon hands Babamon a small tree branch.
Babmon opens up sleepy-Nishi's mouth and pokes around with the stick. Afterwards, she examines the rest of the party's mouths, even
Datatmon's. Datamon spits out a splinter and does nothing. He can't wrap his head around this situation.
"Babamon, why are you here?"
"I keep helping and helping those new humans, you keep killing and killing them. Why must I be stuck with such a chore? I was talking with one of my roomates last night and they made a interesting point: Because they keep failing. Now this isn't my fault surely, those humans are rash and bold. I let them make their own decisions, but then my roommate brought another good point: Maybe you have to help them more then just directions? With my busy schedule I was astounded by such a claim! How would I make time for it..."
Babamon bonks all the sleepers' heads with the tree branch.
Datamon begins to lower his defenses.