On the Canyon Wall {Klaus}

Discussion in 'Canyon Region' started by Ferghus, Aug 24, 2017.

  1. Ferghus Faithfulness
    Leomon

      File City stopped providing jobs for a while now. Digimon had issues everyday which required the help of a mercenary, but there was still downtime for each area of the island. All this did was make Ferghus anxious about his funding. Living paycheck to paycheck was far from desired when his budget involved heavy smoking and drinking. The Leomon's own habits were a stress killer, providing him time to put thoughts into one, coherent definition, and gave the lion a chance to entertain himself. His next destination, Neon City, was a prime choice for both business and pleasure. Was the last time he was there before or after being kicked out of a bar for starting a drunken brawl? Recalling those moments were a good way to pass the time.

      As for multitasking, what other good way to help was avoiding a massive herd of Monochromon loitering about the canyon floor. "Of course these big fuckers agonna git in mah way," the lion said, grumbling a few other extremities while keeping an unlit cigarette in his mouth. His smoke stick was the closest thing he could get to an actual smoke break, but the risk of dropping a burning cigarette by accident towards the canyon floor would not only piss Ferghus off, but depending on how the dinosaurs below reacted, they might begin to stampede. Even a solid grip on the wall did not always work the way a traveler wanted it to.

      He let out a grunt as he hopped over towards another foothold and adjusted his stance. Ledges and outcroppings had been scarce throughout the recent areas the lion man wandered through the past couple of hours. Every part of his upper body was covered in sweat, muscles straining to keep going. He was a stubborn man, however, pushing his brain to think of his wall scaling as a proper workout. Ferghus used this as a reminder to go visit an actual gym for once instead of using some makeshift object into a training utility. Dirt and pieces of rock embedded themselves into his fur, the Leomon having to shake and dust off his body on occasion.

      Nearby was a proper ledge he could rest on which remained in his sole eye's line of vision. The simple things standing in his way were a one way falling ticket into the horn of a short tempered Monochromon, and a few, sturdy roots sticking out of the wall. Simple investigation noted the latter as the better option. Ferghus reached a hand out, grabbing the first root, pushing off the wall with his feet and wrapping both hands around his target. Gravity saw his body drag down, his arms tugged on from his body's mass. That was one hod down. Now was the tough part, his body starting to swing back and forth to obtain a worthwhile rhythm.

      Repeat that process a few times and the Leomon touched down on both feet. That risk of death below caused a surge of adrenaline to continue pulsing throughout his body.

      The open ledge had a path leading down to the floor, and Ferghus noticed the Monochromon herd beginning to leave the canyon. Or at least, this part of it. The sun continued to radiate its heat upon the lion, who slumped his back against the wall, pulling out a lighter and beginning his well deserved smoke break. Ferghus's constant panting did nothing to help with the man taking drags of his cigarette, but the effects were still noticeable. Looking towards where Neon City would be in the distance, if he were close enough, the digimon judged how much longer until he got there. His starting early this morning and almost never stopping caused the Leomon to roll his eyes, "Oh god damn these long ass trips."
       
    • Klaus Kindness
      Klaus the Leomon X

        Unless you had the ability to fly or make miraculous jumps, Neon City was a pain in the ass to get to. With its natural protection being a canyon and the various elements that surrounded the nestled city, it was sometimes easy to just find someone willing to guide you or pay in coin for a ride. Sadly for Klaus, he had neither the coin (nor did he want to spend it) nor the connections. What he did have was his body, and a trip on foot seemed much more economic than lazing about hoping he could catch a ride there. The bulky lion man heard word of a rather seedy tournament going on in a few days and the prize was enough to keep him afloat since most people in the city were stingy or had loose wallets. The Leomon X didn’t feel like taking any bets and figured that fighting for his money was way better than hoping he could saddle a job just by appearances and tongue alone. The bastard was probably going to need a good cleaning before he could even think to look presentable, but some appreciated the ‘dirty’ look to his armor and sword.

        Once he’d reached the canyon, there came the matter of navigating himself. With his own big ass sword in toe, the jumps and leaps left him sweaty, but the feeling of his body pumping kept him going. It’d been a while since he’d bothered to actually do something like this, so the thought of progressing kept him alert. The constant threat of death below at the hands of moving herd of Monochromon also did some wonders. Throughout his constant movement, the the big guy muttered “Damn plated assholes, just leave already, I’m sure there’s water somewhere else….

        Eventally, it didn’t take the big old coot long to find a way around the area and reach a ledge that sloped downward not too long after. Most of the Monochromon had already begun to filter out, but of course there were a few sticklers hanging about. Nothing to worry about for the most part. Klaus huffed and panted as he reached the ledge, his mane slightly dirty alongside his flowing mantle, face covered in sweat. His upper body hurt, but it was a good kind of hurting. “Getting my ass handed to me, but I’m not about to let some terrain keep on kicking my ass.” He grunted. Klaus stretched his limbs, letting out a loud grunt, his armor clanking slightly until he’d keep walking to discover that he wasn’t alone here.

        Near the path leading downwards to the floor of the canyon and the filtering out Monochromon, someone was slumped over. The lines of smoke told Klaus that they were probably just relaxing or taking a break. The burly lion man adjusted his mantle and walked on over to get a closer look. Once he did, he couldn’t help but grin a bit and let out a deep chuckle as he approached the fellow big cat sitting down taking a drag. “Well now, didn’t think there was some poor shit as cheap as me that they have to go on foot.” The Leomon X said, wiping his brow of sweat again.
         
      • Ferghus Faithfulness
        Leomon

          Sitting down for once did feel amazing, the old man had to admit. The tension in his body mellowed out, the Leomon taking longer drags of his cigarette, almost to the point where he was two seconds away from being a vegetable. Both arms rest to his sides as his cancer stick wafted its smoke towards the dirt ridden air. Maybe Ah should sit on my ass here fer a few hours, he pondered. Ferghus's eye observed his sprawled out body, watching his chest heave up and down. Part of him considered working out more during his down time. He was already a larger mass than his species should have been, but at this point he was so used to his appearance it would not hurt to see how much more he could improve. Plus, the man had an easy way to not spend his money on booze and cigarettes by adjusting his schedule, giving him a better quality of life.

          As Ferghus took another drag of his cigarette, his ear perked up, a deep voice calling for his attention. His right eye narrowed, body tensed in case he needed to deck a would be attacker in the skull. The Leomon took the chance to make note of this stranger's appearance. Another Leomon, no, that was not the exact species. Grunting, a free hand pushed his muscled body up and to his full height. Ferghus kept silent as he titled his head to the side and breathed out another breath of smoke. A better focus noted this traveler as one of those X type species. By the looks of it, however, Ferghus eyed the more distinct look compared to others of the same evolution, akin to how the old mercenary's appearance turned out to be. Either both of them shared a similar training regime, or it was by sheer luck these lions were carrying a larger mass than the rest of the supposed, 'noble' cousins.

          The mercenary prayed this one was not the truth and justice type of Leomon.

          "Ain't the kind ter find the easy way out. If'n Ah had the funds mah sorry ass would've walked anyways," the lion responded. He lifted the cigarette to his face, noting it was almost burned out. Damn. Must have been sitting there far too long for it to have gone out so fast. Ferghus knew he did not purchase the cheap sort this time. He fiddled with the stick in his hand, returning his attention to the other lion, "Headin' to Neon City fer some work since Ah dried up File and the surroundin' area already. Fokes ain't always needin' someone given a beatin' or killed." One last drag of his cigarette, and the lion tossed it down onto the rocky terrain, twisting his foot back and forth to make sure it was out. Now that he was done with that smoke break, his mentality was not going to let him hold a conversation for that long.

          Both of the old lion's thumbs rest over his belt, hands at ease over his hips. He was still a country boy through and through. At one point or another Ferghus was tempted to get a hat to go with his childhood background. The lion stopped himself from doing so, concerned it might cause a bald spot in his mane. "Well now that Ah bothered givin' yew an answer fer mah bein' here, wut in the fuck possessed yew ter come out all this way? Hell, most fokes that do go the same way Ah do tend ter walk around me and give some mighty frightened looks. Don't blame 'em though, since Ah look pretty damn fucked up," Ferghus said. His left eye winced underneath his eye patch, the horrid scar around his left face pulsing again. Nothing he knew to be of concern. It did that every so often. Yet, the old Leomon glanced about this stranger's body some more, impressed in certain ways.

          @Klaus
           
        • Klaus Kindness
          Klaus the Leomon X

            The armored lion took a few slow steps, sizing up the new guy, and not so subtly either. While he didn't consider the guy a foe from the way he sat there and taking a smoke break, he did want to see what he could feasibly be up against. The Lemon was big; almost as big as himself, maybe about the same if Klaus didn't care about how he looked when he got older. The big gladiator lion himself had a few wrinkles to his name as well, but the guy in front of him was almost a nice glimpse, in terms of apperance and size, too. Either way, it was incredibly clear that they shared some sort of genetic disposition to being big, or they had the same training bug.

            Once he'd finished the last of his cigar, he cleanly tossed it over once it was snuffed out. Klaus' chuckle was deep and booming, he couldn't help but feel the same way, it was nice to have someone share the sentiment. The canyon wasn't exactly the best place to travel, and while going around was the safer route, the lion was on a schedule. "Considering you look like you've seen your fair share of shit, easier to go through the middle." Klaus commented, patting his burly chest. Hearing the twang of the smoker's voice kept him listening, if only to understand what he was saying. It was like when he had to deal with that old ass lizard and his old time speak. On commenting about his own appearance, Klaus shrugged his shoulders.


            "On my way to Neon too, mostly to knock some heads in for a crowd and make some cash. Just like you said, people don't pay much for security detail, so I'd figure to provide some entertainment and get some training in myself on the way. Not like I got the cash to afford a ride if I wanted to." he finished with a sigh, walking over towards Ferghus simply to spy over path to see how long he had left to go, but also to keep on staring a bit at the fellow big cat. "Wouldn't blame them either, I'm honestly pretty damn clean looking by my standards. Ya ain't half bad lookin, though." Klaus said, looking down at himself. His armor was dirty alongside his mantle and torso from the rock climbing, he was pretty sure he smelled terribly sweaty (the smoke wafting in the air didn't help much) or he'd just learned to get used to the smell.

            "What's yer name? You probably don't need the company, but one more 'mon to know can't hurt. Name's Klaus." the gladiator lion turned around and extended a large hand downward to the big, eye-patched cat for a firm handshake.

            @Ferghus
             
          • Ferghus Faithfulness
            Leomon

              Well, this one was a hell of an amicable fellow. He did not seem to have much hesitation when it came to discussing why he bothered wandering through the canyon. This other lion was right, however, in that Ferghus had to deal with more shit than he cared to bargain for. Other Adult levels would have given up or gotten killed by this point in time, and some moments the old feline wished he chose the give in option. Too late at this point, and here he was conversation with some other Leomon. Hell, the old mercenary did not have a chance to even look at others of his species, aside from the one serving drinks at that Genesis festival. Even then it was a matter of how interested Ferghus was. Garnering attention from him was either due to taking a risk and wandering up, or the poor sap was a target that needed to be taken care of as per job description.

              Yet, this fellow lion's explanation piqued the mercenary's interest, taking into consideration his current job options. Any random job might not be in Ferghus's best interests. Or perhaps there were no others at all. Having no options was a surefire way to spend the rest of his cash on boozing up. There were far more imminent factors at the moment, a vital one of note being the beast in front of him. Even better was the whole dealing of appearances. Part of the old man enjoyed the potential flirt, and did not mind the other Leomon's appearance. Big, sweaty, and a good bit roughed up from traveling. Ferghus was able to relate. His own fur was more beaten than usual, and if he had not taken precautions beforehand, the mercenary might have passed out on the way down. "Ah've lived outside more often than Ah would like, and just igner the pain sleepin' on a rock like it ain't nothin'," he said.

              Name? Oh, right. Everyone did give his or her name during conversation at one point or another. If anything, that was one subject the lion had little issue giving out. "Name's Ferghus. If'n yew heard the name befer Ah ain't agonna be surprised. Have 'bout a lil' over six decades on me," the lion replied, eye gazing towards the extended hand. This one knew how to do a polite greeting too, at least. The aging Leomon returned the favor and gripped his massive hand around this newfound acquaintance's. Perhaps a bit of testing the waters, but Ferghus placed a good deal of pressure in the handshake, staring at Klaus straight in the eyes. If this guy was not speaking out of his ass about fighting, a taut handshake sealed the deal. Regardless, information was another factor the old lion can pull from this man.

              Resuming his previous position, thumbs and palms resting over his belt, Ferghus spoke up, "Don't 'spose this lil' brawl yer doin' is up fer another combatant. Like Ah said Ah need ter look fer some work, even if it ain't wut Ah usually go fer. Ain't tryin' ter steal anythang from yew or nothin', long as yew don't git in mah way at all. Don't go to Neon much mahself anyways, so if'n yew'd be so kind as to show me 'round to a gewd gym or bar or somethin' while we're both there."

              @Klaus
               
            • Klaus Kindness
              Klaus the Leomon X

                While he waited for the maned beast to finish talking, Klaus took a bit more in it the big guy in front of him. The guy didn't look bad at all. He wasn't the most social cat, but Klaus always enjoyed a big, burly drink of water with his conversations. "I'm more of a tree sleeper myself, but damn if that ain't true." he concurred with a nod of his head. Even during the talk, Klaus couldn't help his eyes wander up and down until the fellow feline raised his hand.

                Shaking hands was always a good way to tell a few things about someone. If their grip was good, if they stared you right in the eye, if they were weak enough you'd probably snap their wrist without a second thought -he'd been on the offending end of this and damn near apologized for it- or if they were too scared to even take your hand in the first place. The sitting lion -Ferghus he called himself- took Klaus' hand without a moment of hesitation. The old cat looked at him right in the eye which made Kalus show off his pearly whites a bit. This guy was okay.

                More than okay, really. When the two massive cats exchanged grips, Klaus found himself dealing with a very firm one. The bulky, mantled lion returned the favor with a strong, tense grip of his own enough to make his arm muscles flare a lil underneath his dirty fuzz to strengthen his grip until they mutually let go. Damn good indeed, he grinned, eyeing up the cat once more.

                "Pleased to meet ya. You've got a least a decade on me, but ain't like that matters at my age." Klaus noted, crossing his large arms around his chest. The name did sound familiar, but a lot of names rolled through his head; from past clients to other fighters who he bothered remembering. "And they always got room. Just a matter of if you can hold your own. Met way too many folks who don't have the heart or got too full of themselves. Easy pickings as I call em." he explained, shifting one of his arms in front of him and patting his bicep with a free hand.

                "Don't think you'd be that, which makes me happy. I'd be glad to show ya around if I got the time. Somethin' tells me you'd be a great trainin or drinking partner, and it ain't the booze coming off of ya." Klaus finished with a deep, bass filled chuckle.

                @Ferghus
                 
              • Ferghus Faithfulness
                Leomon

                  His brow rose at the other lion's grin. Perhaps Klaus was just satisfied with the handshake. No, this was not the place for other pleasantries, and the two had just met. Information on this arena entertainment business was the old mercenary's current goal anyways. Seems he picked the right monster to ask too, as the guy had no issues spewing a response. The whole nature of the deal seemed similar to this mercenary work in a sense: those who could not hold out were doomed from the beginning. Ferghus became distracted by the rest of the Leomon, his own, bass hum rumbling in his throat at his acquaintance's bicep pat. Now he was curious to see how this man worked out. Even better, the mercenary could just watch a few bouts and observe the other Leomon in action. A little bit of competition was nice, to an extent, and Ferghus never did go on and display his combat prowess in front of a crowd.

                  "Maybe Ah'll be inclined ter take up that there pardner business," the mercenary said. Wow, he did not even need to work for that one. Time was no issue either. If need be, he will make time for this guy to escort the old man around. Gazing up towards the canyon heights, he growled a bit, taking careful note to make sure nobody else of sheer annoyance was following. Just the lion's own luck that some digimon from his fucked up past tried to take a swing out of nowhere. No, few were stupid enough to attack Ferghus when a supposed ally was there, and even then all of those stupid ones were dead. Courtesy of the aged brute. To his pleasure, however, no signs of a surprise attack were in the imminent future. More time to see what Klaus's deal in its entirety turned out to be. Grumpy as he was, the Leomon figured that making the rest of the way there more interesting was in his best interests, "Don't 'spose yew wanna make a small wager."

                  Ferghus gave the distance to Neon City another, quick estimate, figuring the two of them had enough stamina to book it there. No mess required, and the Monochromon had moved on with their lives and made the canyon floor an actual option. His attention reverted to Klaus, "See who gits to Neon first, the other who loses gotta buy a few drinks of the victor's choosin'. If'n a feller agonna claim he's worth more than a pile a' shit, best he goes and proves it. Oh, and runnin' outta steam counts as a loss, cause we ain't stoppin' unless some asshole decides ter fuck with our lil' game." Wow, today he was feeling a little too generous. Should have just told the guy to bother someone else so the old man could get on with his life. Granted, the chance the old man will find another digimon close to his age and capabilities were slim.

                  He needed the workout though. A little push was useful, Ferghus turning his back to start heading down off, "Ain't too late ter back out and all that."

                  @Klaus
                   
                • Klaus Kindness
                  Klaus the Leomon X

                    After the two shook hands and exchanged a grin, Klaus parted with a good sense of how the other big guy weighed himself rather well. His curiosity seemed to have been piqued at the mention of the arena. While Klaus normally would have said no or ignored such a thing, the guy did seem like an opponent the big lion man didn’t mind facing if it came to that. The lion did have a good bit of overconfidence, but he didn’t consider it being much, it was warranted when you had the scars and the roughness to back up your claims.

                    Ferghus seemed interested enough to enter, so that was good enough for him. While it was bound to be a free tourney for money, actually working for it wasn’t exactly a bad thing at all, especially if they looked as nice as the one in front of him. While he would have normally made a move at some point, Klaus figured it was best to keep that at bay, especially when they both wanted to get somewhere relatively smoothly. Klaus glanced around once he saw one of the lion’s eyes glancing about before gazing up at the sun. Was he being followed? He couldn’t blame the big guy if he was being paranoid, the gladiator had a few ‘mons out for his head once upon a time too. Once the two big monsters felt like the coast was clear, Ferghus spoke up again in that lovely accent of his.

                    A wager, huh?” Klaus repeated. With the cheek to cheek grin on his face, Klaus had little mind to say no to a little race to Neon. He got to fight and some free drinks? He’d have to be crazy to not take that offer. The only rule was that running out of stamina counted as a loss, and judging from how the two of them looked, that wasn’t likely to happen if the two burly lion men were all the way out here. “You got your ass a deal. I aint one to back out of free drinks or a good workout,” Klaus thrummed. He pointed his head down where the path sloped downwards into the canyon floor. “But how about I add an extra? Attacking each other is all well and good, just nothing too extreme since it’s still a race. You down?” Klaus rumbled, cracking his knuckles, following suit down the path. If it was going to be a workout, he may as well spice it up a tad.

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                  • Ferghus Faithfulness
                    Leomon

                      Confidence in this newfound acquaintance rose, the two sharing a bit more in common than the old mercenary assumed. Despite the initial rules, which were left open ended irregardless of Ferghus's usual caution, he was lucky the other Leomon was offering more specifications to their little deal. Not too out there, and the grizzled bastard felt it best to agree, "Ain't got a problem with that, fine. Just no weapons or fancy attacks or whatever the hell we got. No point in dyin' over a fuckin' beer. Long as Ah got yer word no cheatin' asshole is behind yer smug face." Ferghus wanted free booze tonight. A few tricks, no cheats, and victory was his unless a tie decided to rear its ugly head. Or a loss. The tie was much more preferred, that way he did not have to owe his opponent a single byte.

                      There was just one way to ensure he got the upper hand as soon as possible.

                      Massive fist clenched as the muscles in his arm readied his first move. "Awrigh' then, GO," Ferghus said as he swiped the back of his clenched fist towards Klaus's chest, intent on delaying the other lion from the get go. The mercenary then rushed forward, crouched down to reach the edge of the path. He was not high up enough that drop from this height was going to maim or kill the lion outright. Good. The environment in the canyon was perfect if he needed to take an extra route alongside the wall. Not for the sake of outpacing his opponent, but also in case both runners needed to handle a hostile force. Maybe Ah should bring that up in case some idiot tries ter pull somethin', Ferghus pondered. No, they were going to be fine if something cropped up.

                      Ferghus slid over the edge, grabbing a few, protruding rocks to stabilize his descent. Already the Leomon felt the contractions of his muscles as he lunged and swung about the lower half of the path, landing on his feet which indented the dirt beneath his massive frame. Part one was a success unless his buddy avoided the brunt of his sneak attack up at the top. It was a disappointment if that were the case, but the old man was not going to concern himself with that. He was going to find out the length of his success at one point, and ensuring the delay worked was just going to waste time. The Leomon steadied his breathing pattern, knowing full well he cannot risk wasting any breath, and Klaus was not going to just stand there and let Ferghus get ahead. Would not be much of a race otherwise, "Boy yew best git goin' if'n yew think Ah'm agonna wait fer ya!"

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                    • Klaus Kindness
                      Klaus the Leomon X

                        Klaus was fairly confident in his skills as a competitior of any kind. The rules he set out were pretty standard and, even if his fellow lion man didn't agree, it didn't matter much to him if he had some lack of honor. It would have made it so much more satisfying to win like that. The grizzled gladiator grinned as Ferghus called him out on no cheating. His greatsword was indeed easy to swing for him, but no weapons was fine. Much better to throw fists and see who was the last old bastard standing. "All good with me, aint like I'm some damn wimp who can't take some old smoker." Klaus jabbed.

                        Though he had to admit, the guy was quick on the uptake. The instant he said go, Ferghus swung a heavy fist at his chest with a running start. Had Klaus been any weaker Digimon, he would have dodged it. Instead, he did much better. The huge lion simply took the hit with a grin, his feet planted firmly to the ground as Ferghus passed him by. It was a string punch, but nothing that could delay him.

                        "That's the fucking spirit! "

                        Klaus immediately dashed off in Ferghus' direction down the canyon path with an almost frightening speed for someone of his immense size who just got punched in the chest. Watching his opponent simply climb down the edge of the path that led downwards, Klaus rolled his eyes. It was a very expected and easy move something went wrong. However, Klaus figured if he wanted a workout, he was going to make it fun for him as well. With a solid jump, the massive lion leapt off, taking his greatsword out from behind him with a loud roar. The lion man's descent was quick and whether or not he saw Ferghus didn't matter since he had to get this right. As he fell, Klaus stretched out his arms, muscles flexed and tense as he powerfully stabbed his sword into the canyon rock to slow his descent to the ground, or at least until he reached a point where he could pull it out without harm. The lion held onto the hilt with a fierce grip, his sword slowly cutting until his momentum ceased near the canyon floor. The lion hadn't stopped terribly far off from where the other grizzled lion was. Torso pumping and arms flexed, Klaus pulled out his blade with a bit of an extra power behind his pull since it was effectively embedded into the rock. Once it was free, the muscled lion took a deep breath and got to running, hopefully ahead of Ferghus. The race was on, and if he wanted free booze, he was gonna have to be a bit more bold.

                        @Ferghus