Adventure Ignites (By Accident) (Solo)
Mar 21, 2018 21:19:03 GMT
Post by Alice Alexandria on Mar 21, 2018 21:19:03 GMT
Alice grumbles at the mere thought of being here.
A place that basically equates to a giant trash dump, probably full of broken glass, used syringes, old boxes, and countless other unmentionable things. Yet, at the same time, she was compelled to come here for some reason. Perhaps it was stress. She fishes her lighter out of her pocket with a sigh, and flicks it on, the small, flickering flame providing the same excitement it always has... A lust for destruction. to see things slowly char black and dissolve to nothing as the orange light touches them. With a quiet laugh, she asks someone unseen a question. "Dorothy, is it bad that I'm still not sure you really exist?" She states as she picks up a piece of paper, bringing one corner up to the flame gently and watching it slowly ignite. It helps her get some of the more worrying questions out of her head, and allows her to focus on what she wants to say. "What I've seen today is nothing short of impossible. Strange creatures that can do things I never thought were possible, an entire world of them, hidden away, people who regularly interact with them as friends, companions and pets... Tell me, am I dreaming?" She soon flicks the lighter off and tosses the burning paper aside, chuckling quietly to herself. "Probably not, but I still can't make sense of any of it..."
"I can slap you if that helps. Actually, I will!" Dorothy wiggles out of Alice's bag, and with one ear, gives the green haired woman a bit of a smack to the face. Not very hard, of course, but enough for Alice to feel it. "If you were dreamin' that woulda woke you up!" She then grins, Alice seeming mad at first... But she doesn't respond in a hostile manner, instead gently patting Dorothy on the head with a worried smile. "What'cha so scared of, anyways?"
After a while, Alice finally speaks up to the Pagumon. "Things like this... Like you, don't happen randomly. I believe there to be a reason behind everything. I don't want to believe I'm going insane and just hallucinating all this..."
"Why ya use all those big words, anyways? You worry too much! Chill out..." The large eared, floating head responds, bobbing around slightly, her perpetually smug expression not changing, but the tone of her voice is that of slight worry, the first time she's expressed that to Alice.
"...I guess you're right." Alice takes a deep breath to calm her mind, only to regret it slightly due to the rather repulsive, rancid tones inevitably coming from this place. No wonder no one sane comes down to this pathetic, dead husk of a river, she thinks to herself. "Navel gazing will get me nowhere when it comes to answers." It's hard for the normally rather grounded, skeptical individual, but in this case, she must cast aside her doubts. She gently picks up a dry candy wrapper from the ground, and does the same as she did the paper, gazing at the fire with wide eyes, laughing quietly to herself as she tosses it away, a few stray embers flickering and floating for a moment.
"I gotta question for you." Dorothy tilts herself at a slight angle, puzzled at the smoldering wrapper. "Why do ya do that?"
A place that basically equates to a giant trash dump, probably full of broken glass, used syringes, old boxes, and countless other unmentionable things. Yet, at the same time, she was compelled to come here for some reason. Perhaps it was stress. She fishes her lighter out of her pocket with a sigh, and flicks it on, the small, flickering flame providing the same excitement it always has... A lust for destruction. to see things slowly char black and dissolve to nothing as the orange light touches them. With a quiet laugh, she asks someone unseen a question. "Dorothy, is it bad that I'm still not sure you really exist?" She states as she picks up a piece of paper, bringing one corner up to the flame gently and watching it slowly ignite. It helps her get some of the more worrying questions out of her head, and allows her to focus on what she wants to say. "What I've seen today is nothing short of impossible. Strange creatures that can do things I never thought were possible, an entire world of them, hidden away, people who regularly interact with them as friends, companions and pets... Tell me, am I dreaming?" She soon flicks the lighter off and tosses the burning paper aside, chuckling quietly to herself. "Probably not, but I still can't make sense of any of it..."
"I can slap you if that helps. Actually, I will!" Dorothy wiggles out of Alice's bag, and with one ear, gives the green haired woman a bit of a smack to the face. Not very hard, of course, but enough for Alice to feel it. "If you were dreamin' that woulda woke you up!" She then grins, Alice seeming mad at first... But she doesn't respond in a hostile manner, instead gently patting Dorothy on the head with a worried smile. "What'cha so scared of, anyways?"
After a while, Alice finally speaks up to the Pagumon. "Things like this... Like you, don't happen randomly. I believe there to be a reason behind everything. I don't want to believe I'm going insane and just hallucinating all this..."
"Why ya use all those big words, anyways? You worry too much! Chill out..." The large eared, floating head responds, bobbing around slightly, her perpetually smug expression not changing, but the tone of her voice is that of slight worry, the first time she's expressed that to Alice.
"...I guess you're right." Alice takes a deep breath to calm her mind, only to regret it slightly due to the rather repulsive, rancid tones inevitably coming from this place. No wonder no one sane comes down to this pathetic, dead husk of a river, she thinks to herself. "Navel gazing will get me nowhere when it comes to answers." It's hard for the normally rather grounded, skeptical individual, but in this case, she must cast aside her doubts. She gently picks up a dry candy wrapper from the ground, and does the same as she did the paper, gazing at the fire with wide eyes, laughing quietly to herself as she tosses it away, a few stray embers flickering and floating for a moment.
"I gotta question for you." Dorothy tilts herself at a slight angle, puzzled at the smoldering wrapper. "Why do ya do that?"
