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Who: Forte, Biyomon, and whomever goes wandering away far enough from the town.
What:Grumping eating after training.
Where: Outside of HospiTown.
When: Sometime in the morning.
[ Forte's urge to blow things up until reality went back to a more satisfactory state hadn't gone away, but with nothing to be currently done for it just yet and the underlaying sense of growing discomfort with staying for so long in a single location, he'd grudgingly focused on... other matters. Anything but merely waiting about for something to happen. It would be pointless to expand his energy without a clear target. Gathering supplies in preparation for leaving, scouting out the surrounding areas alone, and training to compensate for the need to adjust to his new form's limitations took up some of that time. (An infuriatingly fragile flesh body wasn't an excuse for tolerating any sort of weakness in himself. The Digital World may have removed his abilities from him, but he would not take it laying down. Never.)
At the towering cliffs to the south of the walls of HospiTown, the Black Shadow sat, cloak wrapped around his neck and hanging down his back like a cape, and regarded the meal laid out in from of him. The thick armor pieces on his legs and arms had gotten dirty by now, as had his boots.
He'd gone about acquiring food; apples, bread, a few drinks, so forth. Nothing fancy. (Why would he want something extravagant?) As much as he tried to ignore the negative signals his body sent him for as long as he could, he knew humans had to eat constantly to continue their pathetic existences. The dull ache in the region of his stomach only reminded him of that fact. Red eyes closed for a second before opening again. The requirements of human nutrition and its endless complications when it came to bodily upkeep were appalling. Back on the internet, he could simply absorb whatever came his way if he ever needed to and the entire process would be much more effective.
He picked up the apple, taking a bite out of it, then nearly spitting it back out when a noise that wasn't the crashing of waves far below unexpectedly interrupted his thoughts. Forte turns his head slightly to the side, slowly scanning for the source.
Nearby Biyomon perched on a large rock, fast asleep, worn out, and... snoring. Loudly. Stupid bird. Damn this knock-off world for saddling him with it.
He glares over at him, snorted to himself and resumed poking stoically at the food. ]
What:
Where: Outside of HospiTown.
When: Sometime in the morning.
[ Forte's urge to blow things up until reality went back to a more satisfactory state hadn't gone away, but with nothing to be currently done for it just yet and the underlaying sense of growing discomfort with staying for so long in a single location, he'd grudgingly focused on... other matters. Anything but merely waiting about for something to happen. It would be pointless to expand his energy without a clear target. Gathering supplies in preparation for leaving, scouting out the surrounding areas alone, and training to compensate for the need to adjust to his new form's limitations took up some of that time. (An infuriatingly fragile flesh body wasn't an excuse for tolerating any sort of weakness in himself. The Digital World may have removed his abilities from him, but he would not take it laying down. Never.)
At the towering cliffs to the south of the walls of HospiTown, the Black Shadow sat, cloak wrapped around his neck and hanging down his back like a cape, and regarded the meal laid out in from of him. The thick armor pieces on his legs and arms had gotten dirty by now, as had his boots.
He'd gone about acquiring food; apples, bread, a few drinks, so forth. Nothing fancy. (Why would he want something extravagant?) As much as he tried to ignore the negative signals his body sent him for as long as he could, he knew humans had to eat constantly to continue their pathetic existences. The dull ache in the region of his stomach only reminded him of that fact. Red eyes closed for a second before opening again. The requirements of human nutrition and its endless complications when it came to bodily upkeep were appalling. Back on the internet, he could simply absorb whatever came his way if he ever needed to and the entire process would be much more effective.
He picked up the apple, taking a bite out of it, then nearly spitting it back out when a noise that wasn't the crashing of waves far below unexpectedly interrupted his thoughts. Forte turns his head slightly to the side, slowly scanning for the source.
Nearby Biyomon perched on a large rock, fast asleep, worn out, and... snoring. Loudly. Stupid bird. Damn this knock-off world for saddling him with it.
He glares over at him, snorted to himself and resumed poking stoically at the food. ]