Valerian 'Titan' Frazier
Outskirts of LA.
Affected RPers: N/A

Thump! Thump! Thump!

Valerian, lacking any sort of hammer to nail in the tent's stakes, just used his feet at first. It didn't work, as a few hits told his feet in great detail. He then managed to search around for a rock large enough to substitute an actual hammer-one of the few things those (apparent) government peeps didn't bother with.

Thump! Thump! Thump!

And that was all of the stakes, hammered nicely into place. His tent was complete. It was time to reward himself with some of that food.

He opened his sack-where he stored the food-and found Nero and a lot of crumbs instead.

"...You really do need food, don't you? Ehehehehehehe...I need a lot of food...Hehehe..." Nero said.

Valerian was furious. His plan to camp got brutally kicked in the teeth. The a**hole also drank all of his water, too...

"...This won't end well for me, will it?"

The next five minutes were spent attempting to use the rock to nail the slippery ba****d. As it turned out, Nero was faster than Valerian, and his smaller size made hitting the rotten a** all the harder. All the while, Valerian was throwing out words that gentlemen usually stayed a considerable distance from. He gave up when he narrowly hit his own toes with the rock.

A summary of his bad luck thus far: His gym was the target of some random drug lords, he didn't have his phone to alert his parents to that fact when he learned of it, the drug lords happened to have a freaking invincible angel thing as a bodyguard, he knocked himself out in his escape attempt, he is now miles from civilization, and, of course, another mother-f***ing thing ate literally all of his food and water, which literally blew up his chances of staying low and camping.

Worst day of his life, hands down.

He didn't cry. Valerian was not a man of tears even at his most depressed. He did, however, slink down and put his hand to his face, trying to get his thoughts better in order.

"...Uhh-"

He also used his free hand to give Nero a very obscene gesture. Nero clearly didn't get what was obscene about it.

"...You never told me your name..."

"Valerian Frazier. Leave me alone." Valerian said, grumpy and sad.

"OK, look, sorry about the food problem-I was just starving and smelled it-but enough about that! You, you said you wanted to figure out how to kill Lucemon, right?" Nero said.

"Yes." Valerian said, not bothering to acknolwedge the critter further.

"Well, I said it was really tough, but it's not like it's invincible! I've heard of, well, REALLY tough Digimon taking it out easily. OK, they made him get annoyed and fly off, but that's still something, right?" Nero said.

"Please go away." Valerian said.

"Look, what are you after?!" Nero said.

"To just camp out here for a week and wait for idiots to get what's coming to them." Valerian said. "Happy?"

"You mean Luce? Or...Someone allied WITH Luce?" Nero said.

"Yes, now go away!" Valerain said.

"And what if they fail?" Nero asked. "They're going to come for you?"

"If they fail I'll hear about it, possibly, then I'll just pack up and leave the state." Valerian said. "Now scat."

"...So...OH! Um, just wondering, are they part of a faction, these 'idiots?' More to the point, what would happen if they found you, like, right now?" Nero said, an urgency in his voice becoming apparent.

"Why?"

"FOUND 'EM, GREG!"

He really thought his bad luck had ran out, but nope. His attempt at hiding from Molten Onyx for week was cut short MINUTES in.

"You magnificent ba****d, last time I doubt you on hiding spots!" Gregory yelled. "Alright, a**, let's make this quick and easy, big guy. Hands up."

Valerian turned to his left and looked, and sure as hell, two Molten Onyx Grunts and some bird-ninja thing following them. Going by the names, they were probably the duo from the bus. Valerian had to give them credit, they were either lucky or thought outside of the box for this...Or maybe this plan of the governments wasn't nearly as brilliant as he thought.

In any case, the group approached, confidently and quite assured of their power. Nero, meanwhile, hid behind his leg.

"I can help! I seriously can!" Nero whispered, sounding like he was desperately trying to get on his good side after the whole food fiasco. Valerian didn't bother truly responding to that, however. Too frustrated to give it a response.

"Somethin' Smell's funny, hey hey!" Said the Ninja Bird thingy.

"Alright, he smells two things that are funny; Gunpowder and other Digis..." Gregory said, getting far too close to Titan for his comfort. "...Mind making this painless? We're not here to kill anyone, the less casualties the better in fact...Just tell us what you're hiding...And where..."

"3! 2!" Nero whispered

Valerian sighed. He had no intention of going with them quietly. Of course, why Nero was being this cooperative despite Valerian's sour disposition towards him was beyond him, but if he was still bound and determined to help, then Valerian was not about to burn the bridge. Not now. In any case, he was clearly already going ahead with his own plan. His enemies were also very aware of it-the Ninja bird drew a throwing star, Paul's hands balled up into fists, and Greg's gaze intensified to a nasty level.

Of course, they forgot that they were dealing with a boxer, and Greg, the tallest of the lot, was still a whole foot shorter.

WHAP! Greg tried to extend his fist to a punch to the face, but Valerian aimed for his gut and sent him several steps back, starting his first fight with Nero, knowing full-well that he was not going to expect the government official who saved him to give him that check now. Common sense and staying away from the problem totally failed him, but he was nowhere near dead nor helpless. It was time for definitive action.