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This...wasn't a Gatomon. Looked similar yes, but certainly not a Gatomon. But the question made him curious. She was strong though. In all the years he had spent surviving he had learned how to tell the strength of another from looking at them.
"Not really. Just got done hunting a bounty. However, this one pays in money. I have no need of that so if you wish to take credit for the kill I would not mind handing over the golden claw they had used."
The Catmon blinked, blue eyes curious. A bounty hunter. She gave a nod and a hum at his response. She shook her head, waving a paw at him as she did.
"No need. You earned your reward. I won't snatch it from you."
"Than at the very least follow me to the closest town. The area is full of dangerous mon, and they would not be as kind as me." He said before he began to walk. Or I could lead you back to my home. The people are good and strong with me close by. It's safe if you're looking for a place to settle, no one asks too many questions if you're running, and it's in my territory so if anyone messes with it they will meet a swift end."
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Nekoh flicked her tail as she gazed at the other digital monster. Was he a friend or foe? She had made many of enemies during her time working for Diros. One would bound to come looking for revenge against her, or send some mon after her, regardless of her being good now.
"Somethin' I can help you with?"
This...wasn't a Gatomon. Looked similar yes, but certainly not a Gatomon. But the question made him curious. She was strong though. In all the years he had spent surviving he had learned how to tell the strength of another from looking at them.
"Not really. Just got done hunting a bounty. However, this one pays in money. I have no need of that so if you wish to take credit for the kill I would not mind handing over the golden claw they had used."
Continued from here
The Digimon was doing his best not kill. Only incapacitate anyone who tried to stop him. That was until he finally found who he was looking for. Or more accurately they found him. "Gryphon, as you can see I come to you injured. You're the only I trust to help patch me up." His body had already started the repairs, but he needed a patch to truly help. And since he was able to make a digital being he figured he could make a patch as well.
"You're the only organic being I trust with this. If you need to know the properties of the patch then I will give it to you. But as I said it only needs to be simple." He hadn't gone on a rampage. Just knocked out those who had tried to stop him. He would temove his hand from his side to reveal three large claw marks across his side.
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Shadow stopped dead in his tracks. He pushed past Gladion and Renamon. He narrowed his eyes and looked at the slash. Shadow wasn't a medic, that was for sure. He knew basic first aid, but that was on real beings... That had blood.
"Get a stretcher!" Shadow ordered and walked over to life the fellow 'bird' digimon up by picking him up by his shoulder. "What the fuck happened to you?"
"Better question, why did he come here?" Renamon cut in.
"I can move on my own. I do not need others to carry me." Though he was probably not in the best shape to be doing so. "As for what happened, I was after a bounty in the digital world, and the bastard had set an ambush with some friends. One of them got me. But they're bytes in the wind now. But it's also what I get for going after a mega-level digimon."
He than looked at Renamon with a slight glare. "I was too far from any civilized settlement, and had a device that could connect me to any point in the real world. The Gryphon is the only organic being who I trust. He's the only one I've seen who's skills might rival my own, and he has the eyes of a warrior. On top of that he created something beyond most. The kind of programming that would make creating a patch a trivial matter." He than turned his attention to Shadow again.
"It works like how the healing items in your games work. An instant heal when applied over a wound."
Continued from here
The Digimon was doing his best not kill. Only incapacitate anyone who tried to stop him. That was until he finally found who he was looking for. Or more accurately they found him. "Gryphon, as you can see I come to you injured. You're the only I trust to help patch me up." His body had already started the repairs, but he needed a patch to truly help. And since he was able to make a digital being he figured he could make a patch as well.
"You're the only organic being I trust with this. If you need to know the properties of the patch then I will give it to you. But as I said it only needs to be simple." He hadn't gone on a rampage. Just knocked out those who had tried to stop him. He would temove his hand from his side to reveal three large claw marks across his side.
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Name: Scourge
Species: Vulturemon
Age: Unknown (Very old)
Occupation: Mercenary
Appearance: He has scars all over his body from all of the various battles that he has been through.
Personality: Despite being a mercenary he does have a code of honor that he has set for himself. It is basic, but he will not target children, and if someone manages to make him admit defeat than he will allow that individual to go on. He respects strength, and quick wit because these two things are what makes the difference in both a fight and survival. He can ignore many things, but if he sees a group against an individual he will intervene to even the odds. Scourge will try to minimize damage in a town, and will offer his time to help fix anything he breaks. While rare he might do something out of kindness, but will never admit it thinking that kindness can make one weak.
Background: Vulturemon has spent his entire life in a large desert where it was kull or be killed to survive. Throughout his life he had gained skills, faced many near-death experiences, and opponents who he had to outsmart. Overtime a town would come into being close to the edge. It was here where he started putting hia skills to use as a bounty hunter which would see him begun to take jobs from Digimon all over for food or items over currency. When not working a job he will either wander to challenge powerful digimon, or return home to ensure no one has taken over his territory. He eventually took the name Scourage to differentiate himself from other Vulturemon.
"Speaking of...people. Where's mister dressed in white all the damn time?"
"Oh I'm around. Just busy is all."
The digimon is now going to scream. "Gah! Warn people next time!"
A smile on his face would appear. "Apologies Renamon. Just keeping an eye on things due to a Vulturemon hanging around."
"I don't think Vulturemon wants to do any harm." Shadow smirks, smelling of gunsmoke.
"It's just a precaution. They're not know for being particularly...merciful to prey or enemies. So if he ever did turn, my boss wants someone close. But if he IS a true ally to someone he wants whoever has his respect to be his tamer."
"I don't think anyone could earn his respect."
Shadow just stands there, shocked in awe. "Where do you think I've been!"
He than hands the gryphon a card. "If you want a custom one, and he agrees, get in touch and we'll see what we can do."
Before Shadow could speak his wrist buzzed. [Already been drawing up one, Gladion never keeps his under lock and key...if he did Shadow can lockpick it.]
"Can you shut up!"
"Yeah. Good luck with that. There are components in there that aren't of this world, and without them all you'll have is a brick. And it's not just that some of the components come from the digital world, but are so advanced it took decades to crack it."
"Speaking of...people. Where's mister dressed in white all the damn time?"
"Oh I'm around. Just busy is all."
The digimon is now going to scream. "Gah! Warn people next time!"
A smile on his face would appear. "Apologies Renamon. Just keeping an eye on things due to a Vulturemon hanging around."
"I don't think Vulturemon wants to do any harm." Shadow smirks, smelling of gunsmoke.
"It's just a precaution. They're not know for being particularly...merciful to prey or enemies. So if he ever did turn, my boss wants someone close. But if he IS a true ally to someone he wants whoever has his respect to be his tamer."
"I don't think anyone could earn his respect."
Shadow just stands there, shocked in awe. "Where do you think I've been!"
He than hands the gryphon a card. "If you want a custom one, and he agrees, get in touch and we'll see what we can do."
"Speaking of...people. Where's mister dressed in white all the damn time?"
"Oh I'm around. Just busy is all."
The digimon is now going to scream. "Gah! Warn people next time!"
A smile on his face would appear. "Apologies Renamon. Just keeping an eye on things due to a Vulturemon hanging around."
"I don't think Vulturemon wants to do any harm." Shadow smirks, smelling of gunsmoke.
"It's just a precaution. They're not know for being particularly...merciful to prey or enemies. So if he ever did turn, my boss wants someone close. But if he IS a true ally to someone he wants whoever has his respect to be his tamer."

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"Speaking of...people. Where's mister dressed in white all the damn time?"
"Oh I'm around. Just busy is all."
The digimon is now going to scream. "Gah! Warn people next time!"
A smile on his face would appear. "Apologies Renamon. Just keeping an eye on things due to a Vulturemon hanging around."
"Speaking of...people. Where's mister dressed in white all the damn time?"
"Oh I'm around. Just busy is all."
"I am calling out that good-for-nothing Vulturemon! I challenge you to a shooting competition!"
Almost as if by magic he would appear before the gryphon with a glare. "If you wish this to be a true contest than we both must be blindfolded to simulate the loss of vision in a heavy sandstorm. Otherwise it would be child's play to win."
The Gryphon glared hard at the digimon. If anyone else knew they'd kill Shadow. "What's on the line then, challenged chooses."
"The only thing you have that you can offer me is food. So when I win I will take the raw meat that you have. Just keep in mind, you challenged me. A digimon who hit his targets from a distance in blinding sandstorms." Though a clear day with no wind would prove no challenge to himself. "Also, you can simply refer to me as Scourge."
"I came from a world torn in war, a whole universe. I was the best sniper in my company until I ran into my boyfriend. I won't make it easy." He held his claw out to shake on the agreement.
"And I come from an environment where the tiniest mistake means death. Where, every year, I must compete against other Vulturemon for the right to live and hold the sandy wastes as my domain. Fighting for a cause and for survival are two very different things." He would take the Gryphon's. "So prove to me that you are not just boasting. Because if you are I will not hesitate to throw you into the ocean"
"We fought to survive too." He said under his breath as he made his way to a shack he had built on Aether. He came back with an 'average' sized sniper rifle.
"Bolt action, fluted barrel and bolt. Hair trigger, 2 staged. I don't fuck around when it comes to my tools." He rolled a bullet in his claws.
"Fighting to survive and fighting for survival are two different things. One is akin to fighting against death, and the other is dancing with death." He didn't have to grab a weapon since his was part of his body. And he could control every aspect about it. How dense his sand bullets were, the firing pressure, and even aiming was all instinctual for him.
"I am literally one with my weapon. What makes you think that this will prove anything? Unlike you I can make my sand bullets stronger, and fire at higher velocities. Sure there is an upper limit, but with time and training those limits can be pushed further and further. Yet your weapon is built and thus has limits."
"Limits are there for a reason, you know." He sets the rifle on a table and opens the action. He pulled the five-round magazine out and slowly clicked bullets into it. "Plus, unlike yours, this rifle has a history behind it. It's more alive than you think."
Shadow licked the magazine back in place and smirked. ".408 Cheytac, a round literally made for distance. One of the few bullets who are balanced." He showed Scourge by holding a bullet out on his claw.
"Most bullets are back-heavy, of course, near the primer."
Scourge would take the round in his hand to feel the weight. He could replicate something like this with his sand rounds. "Limits are a weakness that can be exploited. Plus my arm is not just a prosthetic. When I evolved this is what my arm became. So I learned how to safely push the limits. Much pushing your muscles so they get stronger. The biological material heals over time, but it is stronger each time. The downside is that it means that there is a barrier. A barrier that I have reached."
He didn't understand how something so soft and vulnerable could be saying that limits had a place. To him being faster and stealthier was better than being big and bulky with armor. "Enough about this though. How do you wish to conduct this contest?"
My gun has no limits, only the limit of myself. Like you, my weapon is a part of me, more so...I know every aspect about it. He took the bullet back and pointed down the forest.
"A mile and a half down there, a steel target. 3 shots, a simple test of skill." Shadow said, stepping back. Shadow plans to show him up by shooting the chains that hold the target up.
"Of course, I've made longer shots back home."
"You could have made this a better challenge. " He would lay down on his stomach and look through the scope. His body instantly made the necessary adjustments. Than he noticed how the target was suspended. Nailed up and held in place with chains. "Is anything attached to the target allowed to be shot?"
He planned on shooting out the things that held the chains, and for his final shot to put it right through the center of the target. He already had all of the calculations in his head made. All it would take now is confirmation. And than for the movements to be made.
"Anything, the smaller the target, the better the points." He said, standing over him, reminding him of how Abe would stand over him, being a spotter. He watched how the fellow bird lay down, worked his weapon into a spot, and got ready to shoot.
4 Mils up, 7 right. Hold middle. Breathe. Shadow blinked a few times and rubbed his head. Was that...before he fell? What was he shooting?
So, smaller targets were worth more points. Than the nails would be perfect. So, double checking his measurements he'd confirm that he would have the time for it. A deep breath in, three rounds ready for him to use, and than a squeeze of his trigger aimed at the first nail, than the second when the target was at the height of a swing, and than one last one at the center of the target. By his own estimates each round should have hit their marks, but there was always room for error.
"Would you like to confirm my shots, or would you like to take your shots now?"
"I am calling out that good-for-nothing Vulturemon! I challenge you to a shooting competition!"
Almost as if by magic he would appear before the gryphon with a glare. "If you wish this to be a true contest than we both must be blindfolded to simulate the loss of vision in a heavy sandstorm. Otherwise it would be child's play to win."
The Gryphon glared hard at the digimon. If anyone else knew they'd kill Shadow. "What's on the line then, challenged chooses."
"The only thing you have that you can offer me is food. So when I win I will take the raw meat that you have. Just keep in mind, you challenged me. A digimon who hit his targets from a distance in blinding sandstorms." Though a clear day with no wind would prove no challenge to himself. "Also, you can simply refer to me as Scourge."
"I came from a world torn in war, a whole universe. I was the best sniper in my company until I ran into my boyfriend. I won't make it easy." He held his claw out to shake on the agreement.
"And I come from an environment where the tiniest mistake means death. Where, every year, I must compete against other Vulturemon for the right to live and hold the sandy wastes as my domain. Fighting for a cause and for survival are two very different things." He would take the Gryphon's. "So prove to me that you are not just boasting. Because if you are I will not hesitate to throw you into the ocean"
"We fought to survive too." He said under his breath as he made his way to a shack he had built on Aether. He came back with an 'average' sized sniper rifle.
"Bolt action, fluted barrel and bolt. Hair trigger, 2 staged. I don't fuck around when it comes to my tools." He rolled a bullet in his claws.
"Fighting to survive and fighting for survival are two different things. One is akin to fighting against death, and the other is dancing with death." He didn't have to grab a weapon since his was part of his body. And he could control every aspect about it. How dense his sand bullets were, the firing pressure, and even aiming was all instinctual for him.
"I am literally one with my weapon. What makes you think that this will prove anything? Unlike you I can make my sand bullets stronger, and fire at higher velocities. Sure there is an upper limit, but with time and training those limits can be pushed further and further. Yet your weapon is built and thus has limits."
"Limits are there for a reason, you know." He sets the rifle on a table and opens the action. He pulled the five-round magazine out and slowly clicked bullets into it. "Plus, unlike yours, this rifle has a history behind it. It's more alive than you think."
Shadow licked the magazine back in place and smirked. ".408 Cheytac, a round literally made for distance. One of the few bullets who are balanced." He showed Scourge by holding a bullet out on his claw.
"Most bullets are back-heavy, of course, near the primer."
Scourge would take the round in his hand to feel the weight. He could replicate something like this with his sand rounds. "Limits are a weakness that can be exploited. Plus my arm is not just a prosthetic. When I evolved this is what my arm became. So I learned how to safely push the limits. Much pushing your muscles so they get stronger. The biological material heals over time, but it is stronger each time. The downside is that it means that there is a barrier. A barrier that I have reached."
He didn't understand how something so soft and vulnerable could be saying that limits had a place. To him being faster and stealthier was better than being big and bulky with armor. "Enough about this though. How do you wish to conduct this contest?"
My gun has no limits, only the limit of myself. Like you, my weapon is a part of me, more so...I know every aspect about it. He took the bullet back and pointed down the forest.
"A mile and a half down there, a steel target. 3 shots, a simple test of skill." Shadow said, stepping back. Shadow plans to show him up by shooting the chains that hold the target up.
"Of course, I've made longer shots back home."
"You could have made this a better challenge. " He would lay down on his stomach and look through the scope. His body instantly made the necessary adjustments. Than he noticed how the target was suspended. Nailed up and held in place with chains. "Is anything attached to the target allowed to be shot?"
He planned on shooting out the things that held the chains, and for his final shot to put it right through the center of the target. He already had all of the calculations in his head made. All it would take now is confirmation. And than for the movements to be made.
"I am calling out that good-for-nothing Vulturemon! I challenge you to a shooting competition!"
Almost as if by magic he would appear before the gryphon with a glare. "If you wish this to be a true contest than we both must be blindfolded to simulate the loss of vision in a heavy sandstorm. Otherwise it would be child's play to win."
The Gryphon glared hard at the digimon. If anyone else knew they'd kill Shadow. "What's on the line then, challenged chooses."
"The only thing you have that you can offer me is food. So when I win I will take the raw meat that you have. Just keep in mind, you challenged me. A digimon who hit his targets from a distance in blinding sandstorms." Though a clear day with no wind would prove no challenge to himself. "Also, you can simply refer to me as Scourge."
"I came from a world torn in war, a whole universe. I was the best sniper in my company until I ran into my boyfriend. I won't make it easy." He held his claw out to shake on the agreement.
"And I come from an environment where the tiniest mistake means death. Where, every year, I must compete against other Vulturemon for the right to live and hold the sandy wastes as my domain. Fighting for a cause and for survival are two very different things." He would take the Gryphon's. "So prove to me that you are not just boasting. Because if you are I will not hesitate to throw you into the ocean"
"We fought to survive too." He said under his breath as he made his way to a shack he had built on Aether. He came back with an 'average' sized sniper rifle.
"Bolt action, fluted barrel and bolt. Hair trigger, 2 staged. I don't fuck around when it comes to my tools." He rolled a bullet in his claws.
"Fighting to survive and fighting for survival are two different things. One is akin to fighting against death, and the other is dancing with death." He didn't have to grab a weapon since his was part of his body. And he could control every aspect about it. How dense his sand bullets were, the firing pressure, and even aiming was all instinctual for him.
"I am literally one with my weapon. What makes you think that this will prove anything? Unlike you I can make my sand bullets stronger, and fire at higher velocities. Sure there is an upper limit, but with time and training those limits can be pushed further and further. Yet your weapon is built and thus has limits."
"Limits are there for a reason, you know." He sets the rifle on a table and opens the action. He pulled the five-round magazine out and slowly clicked bullets into it. "Plus, unlike yours, this rifle has a history behind it. It's more alive than you think."
Shadow licked the magazine back in place and smirked. ".408 Cheytac, a round literally made for distance. One of the few bullets who are balanced." He showed Scourge by holding a bullet out on his claw.
"Most bullets are back-heavy, of course, near the primer."
Scourge would take the round in his hand to feel the weight. He could replicate something like this with his sand rounds. "Limits are a weakness that can be exploited. Plus my arm is not just a prosthetic. When I evolved this is what my arm became. So I learned how to safely push the limits. Much pushing your muscles so they get stronger. The biological material heals over time, but it is stronger each time. The downside is that it means that there is a barrier. A barrier that I have reached."
He didn't understand how something so soft and vulnerable could be saying that limits had a place. To him being faster and stealthier was better than being big and bulky with armor. "Enough about this though. How do you wish to conduct this contest?"

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"I am calling out that good-for-nothing Vulturemon! I challenge you to a shooting competition!"
Almost as if by magic he would appear before the gryphon with a glare. "If you wish this to be a true contest than we both must be blindfolded to simulate the loss of vision in a heavy sandstorm. Otherwise it would be child's play to win."
The Gryphon glared hard at the digimon. If anyone else knew they'd kill Shadow. "What's on the line then, challenged chooses."
"The only thing you have that you can offer me is food. So when I win I will take the raw meat that you have. Just keep in mind, you challenged me. A digimon who hit his targets from a distance in blinding sandstorms." Though a clear day with no wind would prove no challenge to himself. "Also, you can simply refer to me as Scourge."
"I came from a world torn in war, a whole universe. I was the best sniper in my company until I ran into my boyfriend. I won't make it easy." He held his claw out to shake on the agreement.
"And I come from an environment where the tiniest mistake means death. Where, every year, I must compete against other Vulturemon for the right to live and hold the sandy wastes as my domain. Fighting for a cause and for survival are two very different things." He would take the Gryphon's. "So prove to me that you are not just boasting. Because if you are I will not hesitate to throw you into the ocean"
"We fought to survive too." He said under his breath as he made his way to a shack he had built on Aether. He came back with an 'average' sized sniper rifle.
"Bolt action, fluted barrel and bolt. Hair trigger, 2 staged. I don't fuck around when it comes to my tools." He rolled a bullet in his claws.
"Fighting to survive and fighting for survival are two different things. One is akin to fighting against death, and the other is dancing with death." He didn't have to grab a weapon since his was part of his body. And he could control every aspect about it. How dense his sand bullets were, the firing pressure, and even aiming was all instinctual for him.
"I am literally one with my weapon. What makes you think that this will prove anything? Unlike you I can make my sand bullets stronger, and fire at higher velocities. Sure there is an upper limit, but with time and training those limits can be pushed further and further. Yet your weapon is built and thus has limits."
"I am calling out that good-for-nothing Vulturemon! I challenge you to a shooting competition!"
Almost as if by magic he would appear before the gryphon with a glare. "If you wish this to be a true contest than we both must be blindfolded to simulate the loss of vision in a heavy sandstorm. Otherwise it would be child's play to win."
The Gryphon glared hard at the digimon. If anyone else knew they'd kill Shadow. "What's on the line then, challenged chooses."
"The only thing you have that you can offer me is food. So when I win I will take the raw meat that you have. Just keep in mind, you challenged me. A digimon who hit his targets from a distance in blinding sandstorms." Though a clear day with no wind would prove no challenge to himself. "Also, you can simply refer to me as Scourge."
"I came from a world torn in war, a whole universe. I was the best sniper in my company until I ran into my boyfriend. I won't make it easy." He held his claw out to shake on the agreement.
"And I come from an environment where the tiniest mistake means death. Where, every year, I must compete against other Vulturemon for the right to live and hold the sandy wastes as my domain. Fighting for a cause and for survival are two very different things." He would take the Gryphon's. "So prove to me that you are not just boasting. Because if you are I will not hesitate to throw you into the ocean"