[Finished! <3]
Who?: Teh digimon kaizer biyotches ^^
Where?: Outside the gates of the church
When?: Upon arriving
What?: Ken ish intrigued by said church of dooooom
There had been a bright flash of light, as expected when one opened a digital gate.
However, it appeared that Ken had made a mistake for once in his life. But that couldn't possibly be.
The Digimon Kaizer NEVER made mistakes. It was merely pure luck that lead the pesky chosen insects to foul up some of his plots. Which is why Ken had intended to move onto bigger and better things.
But that didn't explain why it was that here he stood, staring at a giant church, with his D-3 giving him no response to anything.
"Worthless..." he sneered, ready to toss the device to the wind. "Wormmon! We're leaving!" Ken barked to the thing that proclaimed itself 'partner' and managed to annoyingly follow him everywhere.
The Digimon Kaizer would never call that useless bug his partner no matter what prophecies it babbled.
"Wormmon!" He commanded, but there was no response. Peering through the purple tints of his glasses, there was not a sign of the digimon anywhere. Well, that was ONE benefit to the digivice messing up.
His attention turned back to the church, which had a strange sense of power emanating from its walls. Approaching the gates, he glanced through the metal bars. The back of his neck suddenly began to throb; it was as if something was affecting it, and he clutched down on the spot to apply pressure in hopes of stopping the pain. Unbeknownst to Ken, this was the exact spot where the dark spore had been implanted into his neck. It always tended to act up upon the prospect of newfound power. Though this time, it was not a light throb that he could easily ignore.
What was this feeling of excitement...mixed with a tinge of dread...that was spreading through him? What was this power he was sensing?
Something buried deep inside of him wished to obtain it.
Where?: Outside the gates of the church
When?: Upon arriving
What?: Ken ish intrigued by said church of dooooom
There had been a bright flash of light, as expected when one opened a digital gate.
However, it appeared that Ken had made a mistake for once in his life. But that couldn't possibly be.
The Digimon Kaizer NEVER made mistakes. It was merely pure luck that lead the pesky chosen insects to foul up some of his plots. Which is why Ken had intended to move onto bigger and better things.
But that didn't explain why it was that here he stood, staring at a giant church, with his D-3 giving him no response to anything.
"Worthless..." he sneered, ready to toss the device to the wind. "Wormmon! We're leaving!" Ken barked to the thing that proclaimed itself 'partner' and managed to annoyingly follow him everywhere.
The Digimon Kaizer would never call that useless bug his partner no matter what prophecies it babbled.
"Wormmon!" He commanded, but there was no response. Peering through the purple tints of his glasses, there was not a sign of the digimon anywhere. Well, that was ONE benefit to the digivice messing up.
His attention turned back to the church, which had a strange sense of power emanating from its walls. Approaching the gates, he glanced through the metal bars. The back of his neck suddenly began to throb; it was as if something was affecting it, and he clutched down on the spot to apply pressure in hopes of stopping the pain. Unbeknownst to Ken, this was the exact spot where the dark spore had been implanted into his neck. It always tended to act up upon the prospect of newfound power. Though this time, it was not a light throb that he could easily ignore.
What was this feeling of excitement...mixed with a tinge of dread...that was spreading through him? What was this power he was sensing?
Something buried deep inside of him wished to obtain it.