Shen: King of Digimon
Previously Shen: King of the Mist
Rex Raptor
"Tch! Buzz off! You'll get yours soon." He spat at Weevil before grimacing at the new insect monster. "What a gross little pest..."
As much as I hate to admit it, he's right. No closer to actually piercing that creepy cocoon. Looks like I'll just have to wait it out.
"Whatever. I'll place this face down and end my turn. Just get your turn over with quickly so I can bring the pain!"
Specter
"Heh..." Specter's mouth curved, a laugh betraying him. "Apologies. But as grateful as you seem to be, there's a twinge of dissatisfaction? Isn't there? Oh come now, you needn't hide it."
Ha. Even under all the mythology and stoic bravado, she still has a hint of childish rebuttal. Alas, it is nature of living things to not simply be satisfied by words, but with action.
Specter whipped his hair that covered his eye back with a motion, the simian moving his chair closer to the warrior.
"Fine then, if it satisfies you, I may look into this possible future. Consider it a gift of good will, from the beacon of the future to the guardian of the past."
He coolly closed his eyes and smirked, holding out a glowing hand. The dots on his helmet lit up in a neon cyan sheen.
"Need not to thank me. Look into the staff and I'll see what is really going on here."
"Tch! Buzz off! You'll get yours soon." He spat at Weevil before grimacing at the new insect monster. "What a gross little pest..."
As much as I hate to admit it, he's right. No closer to actually piercing that creepy cocoon. Looks like I'll just have to wait it out.
"Whatever. I'll place this face down and end my turn. Just get your turn over with quickly so I can bring the pain!"
Specter
"Heh..." Specter's mouth curved, a laugh betraying him. "Apologies. But as grateful as you seem to be, there's a twinge of dissatisfaction? Isn't there? Oh come now, you needn't hide it."
Ha. Even under all the mythology and stoic bravado, she still has a hint of childish rebuttal. Alas, it is nature of living things to not simply be satisfied by words, but with action.
Specter whipped his hair that covered his eye back with a motion, the simian moving his chair closer to the warrior.
"Fine then, if it satisfies you, I may look into this possible future. Consider it a gift of good will, from the beacon of the future to the guardian of the past."
He coolly closed his eyes and smirked, holding out a glowing hand. The dots on his helmet lit up in a neon cyan sheen.
"Need not to thank me. Look into the staff and I'll see what is really going on here."