Post by Observer on Dec 8, 2010 14:14:38 GMT -5
- Your gibberish is starting to annoy me... - Larry sighed out as the lunamon launched wave after wave after wave of repetitive arguments mixed with muses about preconceptions of morality. His mind was feverishly trying to seed out any bits of information that was actually useful. The effort paid off to a degree. So they can be evil in all shapes and forms. Doesn't help your cause, rabbit-boy, you only give us a reason to hunt ALL of you down. - an ironic thought went through his brain as he kept listening. Eventually, he managed to extract actual questions from that wall of gibberish, and decided to answer some.
- Small arms fire is not effective against your kind. We did send out squads of troops to intercept arriving digimon at first, and lost a lot of guys. That is why we are deployed. We do the same, but in case of failure, only two will be lost, not an entire platoon. - he explained the very concept of the corps he served in. Ever since that was implemented, casualty tolls decreased to a minimum. After all, what could be a better weapon against a digimon than ... an another digimon?
But then came a question about the status of Renee. Larry did not reply, his eye only twitched in anger and a vein appeared on his forehead. That was it, as if the question about the helicopter pilot wasn't enough to piss him off. Now that was just an insult. And the man barely held himself from punching the annoying rodent in the face, or whatever he had on that ... face.
- Dare asking a similar question and I will blast a hole through your... Leave her out of this. - his temper was starting growing short. Maybe it was because, despite the annoyance, the gibbering rodent did have a few pointers, and asked a few uncomfortable questions... And maybe it was because the rabbit guessed what Renee's nature was... Bah, he didn't have time to think about this! He was wasting enough here already. Taking out a camera, he snapped a photo of the two, before putting it back into his pocket.
- In any case, you and your tamer are in our database now. You could try talking to the spawns, see how many times you'd get attacked for it, to see my point. And ... gah! - he exclaimed as the girl unexpectedly slashed a card, making the man take a step back and drawing his handgun out of reflex. White wing, black gun - quite symbolic, actually. Renee appeared behind Larry's back immediately after that occurred, scanning the duo with her only eye.
- Problems? - she murmured eerily.
- No. Come, there nothing else for us to do here. All that needed discussing was discussed. - he shrugged, turning around, leaving into the darkness. Renee tossed one last glare at the bunch, before following her commander, disappearing from sight quite completely. They were gone...
- Small arms fire is not effective against your kind. We did send out squads of troops to intercept arriving digimon at first, and lost a lot of guys. That is why we are deployed. We do the same, but in case of failure, only two will be lost, not an entire platoon. - he explained the very concept of the corps he served in. Ever since that was implemented, casualty tolls decreased to a minimum. After all, what could be a better weapon against a digimon than ... an another digimon?
But then came a question about the status of Renee. Larry did not reply, his eye only twitched in anger and a vein appeared on his forehead. That was it, as if the question about the helicopter pilot wasn't enough to piss him off. Now that was just an insult. And the man barely held himself from punching the annoying rodent in the face, or whatever he had on that ... face.
- Dare asking a similar question and I will blast a hole through your... Leave her out of this. - his temper was starting growing short. Maybe it was because, despite the annoyance, the gibbering rodent did have a few pointers, and asked a few uncomfortable questions... And maybe it was because the rabbit guessed what Renee's nature was... Bah, he didn't have time to think about this! He was wasting enough here already. Taking out a camera, he snapped a photo of the two, before putting it back into his pocket.
- In any case, you and your tamer are in our database now. You could try talking to the spawns, see how many times you'd get attacked for it, to see my point. And ... gah! - he exclaimed as the girl unexpectedly slashed a card, making the man take a step back and drawing his handgun out of reflex. White wing, black gun - quite symbolic, actually. Renee appeared behind Larry's back immediately after that occurred, scanning the duo with her only eye.
- Problems? - she murmured eerily.
- No. Come, there nothing else for us to do here. All that needed discussing was discussed. - he shrugged, turning around, leaving into the darkness. Renee tossed one last glare at the bunch, before following her commander, disappearing from sight quite completely. They were gone...
