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Post by BlueLoneWolf on Aug 6, 2012 13:39:42 GMT -5
The hot summer sun sweltered outside. It was maybe 1PM in South Central Texas; more specifically, the town of Castroville, outside of San Antonio. Of course, being an unemployed college student meant that you sat at your computer looking at classified ads and employment offers.  "This. Is so boring," moaned Brett Barrett, clicking between ads and entering resumes. Johnny Cash played in the background. 'Walk the Line'. He hadn't stopped since he graduated Texas Agricultural and Mechanical. Of course, history degrees weren't that much in demand, and he sure as heck didn't want to go back to school to get his masters with what little funding he had. "Not even a look..." he said with a sigh. The MLB draft came and went and he didn't even get a single call. Even after the Aggies' ERA had been among the lowest in the NCAA, and he was the catcher for all those pitchers. Not even after they were no. 5 in the country in strikeouts. "Lame." |
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Post by AnT on Aug 6, 2012 14:15:16 GMT -5
And suddenly, many electronics, especially computers, started fizzle or go wild.
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Post by BlueLoneWolf on Aug 6, 2012 14:32:36 GMT -5
 "What the hell?!" he asked, his watch blowing out much as his computer did. He shot up out of his seat and backed away from his monitor. His clock/radio went out- no more Cash, at least, for now. |
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Post by Candescence on Aug 6, 2012 15:24:24 GMT -5
Suddenly, a strange device would appear out of his computer...  And then he would hear noises outside, the source being...  A Boogeymon, wreaking havoc outside. |
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Post by BlueLoneWolf on Aug 6, 2012 15:33:21 GMT -5
"WHAT THE HECK IS THAT THING?!" Brett yelled to no one in particular. At least his parents were gone with his kid brothers and sisters at Sea World! As he tried to run for the gun locker, he heard a voice behind him.  "Hey! You! You're forgetting something!" Brett turned around-  "You're forgetting me! And this!" Brett looked confused. "A digimon?! Here?!" "Yes! Now take this thing so we can go get that creep before he kills someone!" said the Bearmon, frowning. Brett blinked... Something told him to do it. "Alright, but you stay behind me!" he said, taking the device and pocketing it, heading to the gun locker. He picked a nice rifle out- an older repeater, but nothing fancy. "Come on!" He and the Bearmon- he didn't even know the little guy's name at the moment- ran outside. Brett took aim at the nasty devil and fired. [dice=7][rand=6598061800468713549916773801669514710095780901615273761050775647] |
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Post by Candescence on Aug 6, 2012 15:40:19 GMT -5
 "... Eh?" BoogeymonHP: 30 Power: 11 Speed: 11 Defense: 11 Mental: 11 (Speed) [dice=11] 30 - 2 = 28 "OW, MY FACE!" The demon Digimon screeched, stumbling back. "OH, NO! MY PRECIOUS MODELLING CAREER!" He gave Brett a death glare, and... OH GOD HE'S FIRING LASERS OUT OF HIS EYES. (Mental) [dice=11][rand=165929211536422378303617008496076472105398075655109449834888800979] |
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Post by BlueLoneWolf on Aug 6, 2012 15:54:03 GMT -5
(Speed) [dice=5] "AH!" yelled Brett as he was shot by the laser eyes. Not even a chance to dodge it at this range. HP= 20- 4= 16. "Come on! Let me fight!" said the Bearmon. "Do what you can, then! Drop him!" yelled Brett. He frowned and fired again, twice this time. (Mental) [dice=7][dice=7] The Bearmon ran and pounced on the demon, swinging a fist- Karate Fist! (Power) [dice=12][rand=844036128371954362392487935721986685455846600239158785538747907] |
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Post by Candescence on Aug 6, 2012 15:57:21 GMT -5
(Speed) [dice=11][dice=11][dice=11] (Defense) [dice=11] "Ehehehe! Sorry, not gonna nick me again!" The devil taunted, deflecting the shots with his trident. He then tried to smack the Bearmon away with his trident. (Power) [dice=11][rand=16026731370948255253955435007810670245152292773136692370101809502] |
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Post by BlueLoneWolf on Aug 6, 2012 16:06:22 GMT -5
(Defense) [dice=11] "Ow!" said the Bearmon, annoyed, not that badly hurt, but definitely smarting. HP= 30-2 = 28. OOC: I fired twice, don't you take at least one damage? "You alright?" he asked the Bearmon. "Yeah, I'm fine. You?" Brett winced. "I'll live. What's your name, kid?" He fired again. (Mental) [dice=7] "People call me Brick!" said Brick, frowning, "You?" "Brett! Now you try again!" Brick charged and swung another Karate fist again. (Power) [dice=12][rand=51153705734759578934755229856819295946160331368455786203173920512] |
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Post by AnT on Aug 6, 2012 22:39:56 GMT -5
(I fixed it up. I'm taking over.) (Speed) [dice=11][dice=11] Like a madman, he cackled while he swooped over the shot and bear. Snarling, with its mouth foaming, it looked around the campus... ...and then it looked like it spotted something before it flew off.[rand=56410436355508860677736545912921441405410552397379571254681795835] |
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Post by BlueLoneWolf on Aug 6, 2012 23:10:43 GMT -5
(OOC Note: We're actually not on Campus. We're actually by his home; he's graduated. College Station is FAR away from this place XD. And note, the motorcycle in the post was mentioned in his character sheet.) Either way, their lack of success was plenty annoying. "Damn it!" he yelled. "He's getting away!" said Brick, annoyed at his inability to do anything. "No he's not..." muttered Brett. Brett popped open the garage and grabbed a helmet sitting on a workbench. "Oh, dear..." "You better know how to hang on," said Brett with a frown, "And we better hope that stopping this guy will get us off the legal end..." He grabbed a key from off the rack by the door and started up his motorcycle. "Let's go, then!" said Brick, suddenly eager as Brett jumped onto his motorcycle. Brick jumped onto the bike, arms wrapped around Brett. "Let's ride!" howled Brett, turning out of the garage and burning rubber after the digimon. |
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Post by AnT on Aug 6, 2012 23:16:31 GMT -5
(My bad.) The demon was too high for any sort of attack, as it flew over the neighborhood, looking around like a hawk. "Aaaah!!" And it quickly shot down to the side, over some houses. |
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Post by BlueLoneWolf on Aug 7, 2012 0:23:57 GMT -5
Brett sped off after it, wondering what the hell it could be looking for in an unassuming small town in Texas. Brick merely clung onto his partner, wondering what he did to deserve this.
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Post by AnT on Aug 7, 2012 0:25:51 GMT -5
"Ahahahahaha!!!" it cackled, as folks from a barbecue picnic, in a park, scattered in fear. A chubby man screamed in bloody murder, crippling to his knees, for the demon pulled his soul right out of him. Boogeymon sucked it in his mouth, like smoke, rejuvenating his health. |
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Post by BlueLoneWolf on Aug 7, 2012 0:29:11 GMT -5
The two got there and dismounted just in time to see that. Brett was appalled at what he saw, completely unable to comprehend it. That was Mr. Talbot!!"YOU BASTARD!" he cried, looking around for something to swing- even if it wasn't going to do much good. "I'm going to kick your ass for that!" yelled the Bearmon, running up and attempting another punch. (Power) [dice=12] (OOC: Geez, I can't roll good numbers worth shit today!)[rand=19167377660050988709773873910307997525336500257255682607165072113] |
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