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Forgotten Memories -Part I (PAST TIME | SOLO)
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Post by paarthurnax on Sept 25, 2014 21:06:01 GMT
It was raining heavily. On the vast Network Plains, a lone Digimon stood, looking at the sky. It was young, incredibly young... A newborn, one would dare say, if common knowledge didn't list all newborn inside of the safety that offered the Village of Begginings. Then, it should've been a stray child that had lost track of his family, his friends, or even, his group of peers, for little Digimon traveled alone those days. As water poured down, furry ears moved, trying to shake as much he could off the Fresh Digimon's little head.
As he looked upon the clouded skies of the Digital World, he watched the lightning striking above his tiny body. He was no child. He was something even younger: a newborn. A newborn that had traveled all the way to the Network Plains by himself. However, one question would struck any Digimon that passed by and saw him in the distance. Why wasn't he with the other offspring of their world, awaiting for their evolution before being able to take care of themselves?
The moment their gaze narrowed and discerned what kind of Digimon he was, all the pity would quickly go away. If it was that case, then it would be better that way. Their world was polluted enough to hold yet another carrier of that infamous disease that affected many of them already, turning them into something completely different.
Without even muttering a word, the tiny being stood there, his resolve unfazed by the roaring storm. He was waiting for someone, or something. Everyone had someone by his side... then why would he, of all Digimon, be any different? It made no sense to his undevelopped mind... even the Digital Monster himself was unaware of the presence of the X-Antibody inside his body.
He had been waiting for a long time, and he didn't mind. But soon enough, he would grow tired. He also wanted someone to look after him! -"If they don't come... I'll go find them myself..." -a thought echoed inside his brain.
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Post by paarthurnax on Sept 26, 2014 23:20:14 GMT
As time began passing by, the Digimon finally grew tired of waiting. There was no way he would find what he was searching for if he just stood there, like a statue, doing nothing. There was a whole world out there to explore... Filled with possibilities. However, he had already traveled a little, and something was clear. As his tiny paws began making their first steps, a dark thought was born inside the In-Training leveled creature's brain.
-"But... I'll never go back to the Village of Begginings..." -he sadly admitted, as his mind drifted in the currents of memories, driving him back to that time...
He had been growing. Growing and developing, data condensing and forming its little body. It was nice and comfortable inside the Digi-Tama, but someday, he was bound to hatch and embrace what the world had to offer. After he gained consciousness, he patiently awaited the moment where it would happen. Sometimes he believed it would never come... but he was completely wrong.
As night faded as fast as it usually came in the Digital World, morning came right behind it, and with it, a plethora of eggs hatched. This time, however, it seemed that luck had deemed it was already time to make him go out of the egg. As he opened his eyes, he saw that there wasn't anything encasing him anymore. In fact, he saw a beautiful landscape, with tons of happy Fresh Digimon jumping around in a playful manner.
The Dodomon's mouth opened in awe, as he watched the scene. He also wanted to join the fun, make friends, and grow! With that thought in mind, he decided to bounce off and make his way towards the others... And this is where it began. As he was moving across the terrain, he saw the guardian of the village approach. The moment he saw him... his expression suddenly changed.
-An X-Antibody Digimon... -he said in a saddened way. Although he didn't know what could that possibly mean, that sentence would haunt his mind for a long time.
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Post by paarthurnax on Sept 27, 2014 21:08:58 GMT
Those days were hell for the newborn Dodomon, at least for the most part. After hatching and hearing the words from the village's guardian, the Digimon got ready to face the new world, with high hopes on his life. It would turn out, however, that reality was harsh, much harsher than he could've expected. Not only because they lived in the Digital Word, but because something that was embedded deep down in his Digicore and made him different. People always talked about how good being different was... however, was that really true?
At first, everything went smoothly. He made a few friends among the other offspring of the Village, and began enjoying himself while living there... A routine that wouldn't last long. It was one day when they were taught about what the X-Antibody was: a wicked addition to a Digimon's digicore that was infectious and could result in sudden death. As the kids asked for an example, the Swanmon mercilessly pointed towards Dodomon with his right wing, bearing a cold gesture. That was when his life truly began, snapping out from the fleeting dream that was ignorance.
From that day on, he was shunned. Shunned by those who he had previously addressed as companions, and even, friends. Whenever he asked why, their answer would always be the same. "Get off of our faces, you freak!" -a YukimiBotamon would tell him, obviously afraid of being infected with his "disease". No matter how hard he tried, none of the other Digimon would try to even talk to him, and if he did, he would be told to shut up.
He began feeling anger and desolation. It was all fault of the Swanmon, the one that had watched over his birth, muttering something about that X thing that his brain couldn't even comprehend. One night, he woke up when everyone else was asleep, and went to question the Digimon. -"He has to have a reason to have done that..." -the Fresh-leveled kept repeating to himself.
As the time came, he faced that so called "guardian" that had made everyone else despise him, even though he had done absolutely nothing to earn that hatred. His answer, however, was nothing like the Digimon expected. -Because you X-Antibody Digimon are a cancer in this world! You endanger us all with your virus! I'm doing the right thing, I'm protecting the future of this world! -he proudly stated.
Dodomon was taken aback, and clenched his teeth, as his eyes became wet and his body began shaking. He had just been born... yet his right to live was, on soft terms, questioned. Not being able to endure it any longer, the Fresh-level Digimon ran away from there, afraid that Swanmon would come and take "more drastic measures" to eliminate the threat to the newborn Digimon.
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Post by paarthurnax on Oct 4, 2014 20:29:02 GMT
After his time in the Village of Begginings came to an end, Dodomon began traveling through the Eastern Timberlands as fast as his tiny body allowed him to. Eventually, after eating enough, his body finally transformed, and he digivolved to Dorimon, which allowed for easier movement and thus made the entire journey easier. However, a question assaulted his still young mind...
-"Where am I going...? Where do I... belong?" -was the only thing he could think about. Swanmon had been pretty clear: his kind didn't deserve the right to exist, let alone have a proper home in their world, in the Digital World. At first, he wanted to believe he was wrong... but he had no idea about how cruel could the world really be.
A few days after leaving his birth place, he had stumbled across a settlement near the Server Woods, which would lead then to the Mainframe Hills and then, to Network Plains, his current location.
His plan was to try his luck at the new village... and thus, he decided to approach the buildings he saw from the distance. Since he was small, it took a while to the Tanemon that were playing near their houses to notice a stranger was approaching to their village. A Togemon took care of them, smiling. It was that smile what gave him a small gleam of hope... until the Champion spotted him.
Before it moved towards the purple furball, it instigated the other In-Training to stay put. When he saw the Togemon approach, the Dorimon looked at it with its big, yellow eyes. Shyness and fear filled his body, as he struggled to find the words. He obviously meant no harm, but he had to let them know. -E-Excuse me, siw...! I-I wondew i-if I c-could stay i-in youw village...? -it began asking, but the Jungle Trooper made a "tch" sound, and kicked him. It's small needles also helped damaging Dorimon's body. With a cry of pain, the little Digimon rolled on the ground, until it stopped.
The neighbours came out of their houses to see what that noise could be. As soon as they saw Dorimon, they began gossiping loud enough for him to hear. -An X-Antibody... -I've heard that they are mindless, infectated beasts... -Well, at Terminus, a friend of mine was affected by their disease and his entire family died... -What? No way! -it began. Dorimon coughed, stunned by the impact, but got up nonetheless. As he looked at the cactus-like monster, his eyes were filled with fear. His tiny body began trembling, backing off at every step his foe took. He began breathing heavily, and tears filled his eyes. He was too weak to defend himself. The only thing left was to run...
-Go, Togenii-chan! -Finish the X baddie! -You can do it! -the other babies rooted.
Knowing that it was either run or perish right there, the Digimon limped away, trying to escape his pursuer. Although he could've finished him off, the cactus just looked at him with fury. -I'll never allow your kind to endanger my village... Did you hear me, scum!? -it said. When Dorimon escaped between the trees, the villagers rooted for their chief with wide smiles on their faces.
Eating and drinking what he could find, the wounded In-Training began slowly recovering as he journeyed across the region. He had found other settlements, but he was too scared to even try. Maybe he'd have luck in a different region... and so, he stood at the Network Plains, under the heavy rain. Alone, with nobody by his side to take care of him. Eventually, some Digimon would stop to hit him with a mild attack if he didn't keep moving.
-"There... there must be somewhere I can go... some place where I won't be rejected..." -the In-Training thought, saddened, as he licked a bruise in his tiny front right paw. Soon after, he began following his instincts down a path he didn't know where would lead... he just hoped it had an end.
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Post by paarthurnax on Oct 5, 2014 0:33:05 GMT
The first thing Dorimon did when he reached the Network Plains was following the nearest river, since he'd probably be able to find another place to try luck and begin his new life. It had to be a place where they would accept him. It just... ought to exist. Everyone had somewhere they fit, didn't they? Even an X-Antibody monster like himself... Minutes passed like hours, hours passed like days. The Digimon didn't like solitude, but if he met other Digimon, they would try to attack him... He didn't like fighting. Why did everyone want to kill him if he hadn't done any harm? Violence would only bring more violence and hatred, at least in his opinion. -"E-Even if I was strong... hurting others would only make me much more hated..." -he always thought, convincing himself that if Digimon could live in peace as a society, so could he. They all had hearts, after all... didn't they? Or was that different for him too, since he had that "disease", in many people's terms, written in his Digicode? After what seemed like half a day of walking, the furball, still slightly wounded by the Togemon's attack, reached another village. That time, he found a sign that spelt "Inn". Maybe there he could find the rest he needed... To be able to finally sleep without worrying that someone might try to stab him in the back if he lowered his guard. -"F-Finally... just a little more..." -he rooted for himself, increasing his pace. When he entered the building, and saw everyone too busy to even notice, he decided to speak out loud. -P-Please! I-I nweed a... place to slweep! -it spoke, his eyes closed and his snout lowered, as if he was bowing to them. At that moment, all the noises became quiet, for the Digimon had stopped talking and looked at him as if... as if he was a monster. He could see fear in some eyes, but others seemed to be grossed by his presence. It was then when two Woodmon stepped to the front door, grabbed him, and took him outside. The two of them threw him into the ground, and approached afterwards. - Now, now... what do we have here...? Another of those X freaks, right? Do you know what happened to the last one that came inside this inn...? -one of them said, a menacing look in his eyes. His right branch then swept the ground in front of him, hitting the In-Training as if it was a golf swing. His flight, however, wouldn't be too long. Shortly afterwards, he was slammed into the nearest wall. He was getting all beaten up again, and there was nothing he could do to defend himself. As he saw the two Woodmon coming from another round, he backed off, scared of them, of the ways they'd use to kill him. Because he knew they were aiming for the kill. The thought of dying, the urge to live, prompted a reaction in his tiny body. As light envelopped him, the two Champions stared. When it faded, he wasn't Dorimon, but Dorumon. Pointing at the red crystal in his forehead, they spoke in unison. -Look! The disease is growing! We'll take care of it right now by taking him out of here! -the Virus types said, pursuing Dorumon, who took his leave once again. As he ran fast, he lost balance and tripped; the Woodmons managed to catch him and hit him a few more times before leaving him there, covered in bruises. -"Why...? Why does this happen every time...?" -Dorumon could only think, as he limped away as fast as he could from the place. Luckily, it wasn't enough for him to dissolve into data, but he had to walk all night to get out of there as soon as possible. When the sun began rising again, he crossed the river across the first bridge he could find. A simple question then crossed his mind... -"Why... does no one love me...?" -he thought, holding his tears. |
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Post by paarthurnax on Oct 11, 2014 7:52:49 GMT
Of course, there was no place in Terminus where he could rest easy and safe. Wherever he went, there always seemed to be a plethora of scared Digimon, most of them intenting to kill him if he even got near. That was why his time in the city was cut much shorter than he had previously anticipated: he didn't even make it past the entrance. As he was going to enter the capital of the Digital World, he found himself involved in a fight with a group of two Renamon and a Viximon.
The In-Training, oblivious to the fact that he was an X-Antibody carrier, had come near Dorumon to talk to him, because the Rookie "was sad", she had said. It was then when, without a previous warning, he recieved a kick that made him growl in pain. -Get away from her, you monster! -the aggressor said, as Dorumon stood up fast. There was the same scared look in his eyes as when the Togemon and the Woodmons attempted to kill him before.
In the meantime, the other Renamon had also joined the fray... but what battle was that? Why were they fighting? He was just there to try to start anew! With them getting closer, he tried to reason with them. -W...Wait... I don't want to fight... I haven't done anything wrong! I just... I just want a place to live... Somewhere I can fit...! -he muttered, backing off with each step the violent Rookies took forward.
Without him noticing, a crowd had formed around them, preventing any kind of escape... and they weren't planning on letting him go, either way. In fact... most of them were cheering for the two yellow, fox-like creatures, while the rest were just watching. Dorumon could percieve a sinister smile in some of them... -That was your mistake, lowlife... Your race is a cancer in this world, and you should just go and disappear! The only thing your life do is endanger everything in the Digital World! -a Leomon shouted, with the crowd surrounding him.
Dorumon's mouth opened slightly, not knowing what to do. If he didn't manage to make his way out... he was dead. Looking to the right, he percieved a spot where there was a concentration of two Rookies. Without a second thought... he decided to attack. -Metal...Cannon! -he roared, shooting a metallic ball towards the desired spot. As it came closer, the Digimon dodged to the side, letting an open spot in the circle behind... which he would use to escape.
-Did you see that? He's rabid! -Yes! That disease is making him crazy! -We should just kill him, don't you think? -Yeah! Let's go after him! -some of them said, but nobody moved. Instead, there were three Digimon that jumped forward. One was the Leomon that had appeared before. The other was one of the Renamon who had attack him before, and last, but not least, another Champion Digimon: the "righteous" D'Arcmon, as she had called herself.
-It's about time that monster met his end. Wherever he'll go, he'll only pass on his disease... But I, the righteous D'Arcmon, won't allow it! -the female-like creature had said. After they started following his steps, Dorumon had already covered some distance and had a nice advantage... but he had to keep moving. Not knowing where, he decided to go to the Northern Prominence... he doubted they would follow him there.
-"Why... is this world like this...? What have I done wrong...? Do I even deserve to live...?"
[THREAD END]
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