MPC 48A: The Ides of March (Equals)
Mar 27, 2018 1:55:44 GMT
Post by Alice Alexandria on Mar 27, 2018 1:55:44 GMT
MPC Name: The Ides Of March (Equals)
MPC Number: 48A
Reward Requested: Post Count +
Note: This one, unlike my previous attempt, is canon or close to canon with my characters. It happens (or will happen) shortly after Dorothy hits Champion and the two are relaxing and taking a break late at night in Alice's apartment.
"...Dorothy, we need to talk."
Alice's expression is a cold, determined glare. Ever since Dorothy had Digivolved to Champion, her Tamer's apartment had become nothing short of a nightmare. Of all things, Dorothy had become something more humanlike than any of the other Digimon she had seen... In a sense, it's one of the worst possible things that could have happened, Alice thinks to herself, looking over the pile of trash that accumulated over the days the two were trying to get adjusted to it all.
"About what?" Dorothy's toothy, wide grin doesn't show her true emotions, the somewhat curvy witch laughing as she gently picks up another can with her oversized hands, her dexterity being so great as to open it up as if it was completely normal for her, and she brings it to her face and takes a sip of the sugary drink. "Is this about the previous dorks we had to bash to bits? Gyahaha, I loved that, too..." She sets it down away from the neatly stacked pile of other cans, the witch Digimon having not a single care in the world. "Oh? Or is this about you made that excuse that I'm some kind of... What was the word... Cosplayer? Yeah, that. When everyone saw me in broad daylight. What a close call..." She sighs, reclining on Alice's couch and kicking up her feet on the table, her long red dress making it look awkward.
"It's not about either of those." The green haired woman points to the pile of garbage with a scowl. "You've messed up this entire apartment and turned it into a trash filled rat's den. Look at this." Not only did Dorothy pile up cans, but numerous boxes of animal crackers were by her side as well, accumulated over the days with her broom leaning on the couch, the seat and the area around it having more or less become her personal space. "I don't even know how much of this was what we bought, or stuff you stole."
"So?" Dorothy tosses the now empty can into the pile, her almost perpetual grin still there, showing off her razor sharp teeth. "It's not a problem to you, is it?"
"It is." Alice's glare only narrows further. "It's irresponsible. We live together, and I refuse to live in a place full of garbage. I thought you wanted to be better than this." The human in the pair crosses her arms, shaking her head. "You've been acting like this ever since you Digivolved, you know."
"C'mon, can't I relax for once? We struggled 'n all that, it's time I took a break..." Indeed, Dorothy is only human-like on the surface, still acting like she's going along for a free ride. And Alice isn't having any of that. "Don't you humans have a word for it? Vay-Kay-Shun? Somethin' like that? Come on, I'd love to just..."
Alice immediately interrupts her, the green haired woman's rage building. Never before has she ever dealt with someone so stuck up in this way. "Just what?! Be a worthless, greedy pig who stresses me out when I try to relax?" It's clear that she's in a bad mood, judging by this... And many other things that have happened so far. "It's not just this. You've destroyed the bathroom, too."
"...Okay, now that's not my fault. How was I supposed to know that Bloody Mary was a joke made up by dorks who like to break mirrors?" The Witchmon's response, too, is getting a bit more snarky, her attitude getting worse and that Digimon aggression slowly beginning to kick in. "What else are you mad at now? Me using your laptop?"
"Yes, actually." The Digimon's Tamer shakes her head, and sighs, kicking one of the stray cans slightly. "If the world figures out you're here, I don't know what they'll do..." The term Tamer isn't exactly fitting for the pair at this point, the two having grown so independent in ways that most other duos haven't, Alice thinks to herself. "But it won't be good, you hear me? And... I'm already working my ass off, I'm not sure I can support two people, especially one who's as much of a dead weight as you seem to be now!"
"Dead weight? You'd be nothin' but paste on the floor without me, missy." Now the two are getting angry, with Dorothy's catlike pupils narrowing to devilish, uncanny slits, a sure sign she's getting worked up, more inhuman, unnatural tones now present in her voice. "Both of us know that, so maybe it'd be best for ya to shut your trap before I get really angry."
"And you'd be nothing but a whiny bitch with no limbs but your goddamn ears if it wasn't for me!" Alice snaps back, her glare becoming that of genuine anger. "Come on, you know better than this... Clean up. Now." She crosses her arms. Maybe burning something today isn't out of the question, she thinks to herself, the green haired woman's stress building up more.
"Isn't that what you're supposed to do, considerin' I do all the fighting?" The witch's words cause Alice to finally snap, and kick the table, sending the stack of cans absolutely everywhere in a clattering heap on the floor, rolling away slowly.
"Then just let me die if you hate being responsible for what you do that much! If you're so happy about yourself now, why do you even pretend to care about me!?" She stands there, realizing what she's said, and looks down. "...This conversation is over."
"Or maybe I should go, and you can go back to bein' boring like the boring, whiny dork you are and care about nothin' but yourself!" She finally stands up, the motion unnatural in its' elegance, as if the world were pulling her upright rather than making the movement herself. "Blah blah blah us, blah blah blah team... Haven't you ever considered that maybe I'm my own person for once, ya know? Sometimes, I just wanna be alone, without you."
"...Same. You really do care about no one but yourself." Alice heads towards the door, opens it, and leaves, slamming it behind her and leaving Dorothy alone in the apartment, a monster pretending to be human in only the most basic of ways. Surface level humanity in every way, from shape to mannerisms. Even if that is the case, a pang of guilt forms in the back of Dorothy's mind, considering that maybe, just like the world she knows, the Human World isn't just a place of wonderfully weird people, equally weird and alien objects, and fantastic, ridiculously unhealthy food.
The witch sits back down, and grumbles, looking through one of the boxes to see if she missed anything, only to toss it aside when she finds nothing. Perhaps Alice is right, she's been dead weight outside of the Digital world. A burden outside of combat, a weapon at best and a lazy, deadbeat roommate at worst. She slowly stands up again, and grabs her broom before heading outside onto the pathetically small balcony, the dead of night hiding her presence from all but the most sleep deprived as she mounts her broom. With a single thought, she begins to float up. and to her surprise, Alice is present on the roof, her lighter giving her position away with a solitary flicker of orange amid the darkness, sitting there with an angry expression.
"What now? Going to run away?" Alice would be snarling if she was an animal. "You already have everything you've ever wanted, what's stopping you?" She sighs, taking her notebook out of her bag and considering bringing it to the flame to bring forth a symbolic end of her journey, but something stops her, pulling the book away and placing an oversized hand on her shoulder.
"...No, I want to... Apologize." Dorothy gently gives Alice a bit of a nudge as she dismounts her broom, putting it in front of Alice, the old, wooden broom floating in front of the green haired woman. "I don't have much, but I guess I can make it up to ya for... Bein' such a dork myself by letting you have a ride. I know, I'm no good at this kinda... Human stuff."
"Hah, are you just trying to distract me from how selfish you are?" Alice scoffs at first, but Dorothy's expression is far more honest and real of a smile than it usually is. "Then again, I'm not a good person, either. We're both pretty awful at times." She tuns her lighter off, putting it away, and looks to the Witchmon with a slight, though still present glare. "Are you sure you want me to ride your broom? I don't think that's safe."
"Aren't you the one who said she wanted to live a lil', take risks, do things no human being's ever done before? Well, here's your chance~!" Her expression briefly turns into a much more wide, unnatural smile, something invariably a bit unnerving. "Funny how we both wanna see things from the other side, yet get scared of the nasty 'n boring stuff, ain't it?"
The green haired woman puts her notebook back into her bag, and slowly, carefully begins to mount the broom in the same way Dorothy usually does, copying it as best as she can. She hesitates for a moment, expecting it to be a prank and that the broom will fall, but it doesn't, and she sighs in relief. "So you're not lying to me..." She mumbles before making a proper response. "Hah. We both need to rethink things... Ever since you became this new form and got interested in being human, you need to take up the responsible half of that."
Dorothy's response is a somewhat defeated, though ultimately happy shrug. "Yeah, I'll clean up my trash 'n stop dragging you 'round in the World Of Dorks. But I want you to lighten up some. Like, jeez. You were barkin' orders at me like a general with his Troopmon a while back..."
"It was a life or death situation. I was trying to make sure you didn't screw up while you were still getting adjusted to your new body, otherwise we'd both be..." Alice takes a deep breath, and gently begins to focus on controlling the broom, only to almost rocket into the air, her eyes suddenly going wide. "GAH!" It takes a bit of time for the green-haired woman to even get a handle on making sure the thing can go down in the first place, with Dorothy watching below, the witch dressed in red smiling at her as Alice gently floats to back onto the roof on the broom. "As I was saying, otherwise we'd have both died."
"Just don't overdo it, ya dork. I can handle myself when it comes to that kinda thing... Other stuff, I might need ya." The witch responds, still letting Alice ride her broom for now as she paces around the roof slightly.
Alice suddenly comes up with an idea as she gets a better hang of using the broom, though she's nowhere near Dorothy's incredible agility and finesse with the flying broomstick. "We need each other. It was mostly you protecting me back then, but now..." Alice begins to smile, and almost falls off the broom, which makes her understandably nervous enough to dismount it and stand upright once she gets it level. "We're both equal. I can't let others know I have a Digimon, and you can't let others who have Digimon harm me."
"Or just random ones. Y'know, for a human dork, you're pretty cool." Dorothy grabs her broom again, standing it upright and leaning on it with her usual toothy, overly wide smile. Perhaps things would work out after all, and maybe, just maybe, all those crazy ideas in her head won't be so crazy after all.
Alice opens the normally locked door to the roof, and asks Dorothy a final question. "Why were you on your broom, anyways? Do you go on joyrides without me knowing?"
Dorothy doesn't have an answer to that, and she just laughs. The truth is that she obviously does. "I'll let ya do the same sometime."
Word count: 2040
MPC Number: 48A
Reward Requested: Post Count +
Note: This one, unlike my previous attempt, is canon or close to canon with my characters. It happens (or will happen) shortly after Dorothy hits Champion and the two are relaxing and taking a break late at night in Alice's apartment.
"...Dorothy, we need to talk."
Alice's expression is a cold, determined glare. Ever since Dorothy had Digivolved to Champion, her Tamer's apartment had become nothing short of a nightmare. Of all things, Dorothy had become something more humanlike than any of the other Digimon she had seen... In a sense, it's one of the worst possible things that could have happened, Alice thinks to herself, looking over the pile of trash that accumulated over the days the two were trying to get adjusted to it all.
"About what?" Dorothy's toothy, wide grin doesn't show her true emotions, the somewhat curvy witch laughing as she gently picks up another can with her oversized hands, her dexterity being so great as to open it up as if it was completely normal for her, and she brings it to her face and takes a sip of the sugary drink. "Is this about the previous dorks we had to bash to bits? Gyahaha, I loved that, too..." She sets it down away from the neatly stacked pile of other cans, the witch Digimon having not a single care in the world. "Oh? Or is this about you made that excuse that I'm some kind of... What was the word... Cosplayer? Yeah, that. When everyone saw me in broad daylight. What a close call..." She sighs, reclining on Alice's couch and kicking up her feet on the table, her long red dress making it look awkward.
"It's not about either of those." The green haired woman points to the pile of garbage with a scowl. "You've messed up this entire apartment and turned it into a trash filled rat's den. Look at this." Not only did Dorothy pile up cans, but numerous boxes of animal crackers were by her side as well, accumulated over the days with her broom leaning on the couch, the seat and the area around it having more or less become her personal space. "I don't even know how much of this was what we bought, or stuff you stole."
"So?" Dorothy tosses the now empty can into the pile, her almost perpetual grin still there, showing off her razor sharp teeth. "It's not a problem to you, is it?"
"It is." Alice's glare only narrows further. "It's irresponsible. We live together, and I refuse to live in a place full of garbage. I thought you wanted to be better than this." The human in the pair crosses her arms, shaking her head. "You've been acting like this ever since you Digivolved, you know."
"C'mon, can't I relax for once? We struggled 'n all that, it's time I took a break..." Indeed, Dorothy is only human-like on the surface, still acting like she's going along for a free ride. And Alice isn't having any of that. "Don't you humans have a word for it? Vay-Kay-Shun? Somethin' like that? Come on, I'd love to just..."
Alice immediately interrupts her, the green haired woman's rage building. Never before has she ever dealt with someone so stuck up in this way. "Just what?! Be a worthless, greedy pig who stresses me out when I try to relax?" It's clear that she's in a bad mood, judging by this... And many other things that have happened so far. "It's not just this. You've destroyed the bathroom, too."
"...Okay, now that's not my fault. How was I supposed to know that Bloody Mary was a joke made up by dorks who like to break mirrors?" The Witchmon's response, too, is getting a bit more snarky, her attitude getting worse and that Digimon aggression slowly beginning to kick in. "What else are you mad at now? Me using your laptop?"
"Yes, actually." The Digimon's Tamer shakes her head, and sighs, kicking one of the stray cans slightly. "If the world figures out you're here, I don't know what they'll do..." The term Tamer isn't exactly fitting for the pair at this point, the two having grown so independent in ways that most other duos haven't, Alice thinks to herself. "But it won't be good, you hear me? And... I'm already working my ass off, I'm not sure I can support two people, especially one who's as much of a dead weight as you seem to be now!"
"Dead weight? You'd be nothin' but paste on the floor without me, missy." Now the two are getting angry, with Dorothy's catlike pupils narrowing to devilish, uncanny slits, a sure sign she's getting worked up, more inhuman, unnatural tones now present in her voice. "Both of us know that, so maybe it'd be best for ya to shut your trap before I get really angry."
"And you'd be nothing but a whiny bitch with no limbs but your goddamn ears if it wasn't for me!" Alice snaps back, her glare becoming that of genuine anger. "Come on, you know better than this... Clean up. Now." She crosses her arms. Maybe burning something today isn't out of the question, she thinks to herself, the green haired woman's stress building up more.
"Isn't that what you're supposed to do, considerin' I do all the fighting?" The witch's words cause Alice to finally snap, and kick the table, sending the stack of cans absolutely everywhere in a clattering heap on the floor, rolling away slowly.
"Then just let me die if you hate being responsible for what you do that much! If you're so happy about yourself now, why do you even pretend to care about me!?" She stands there, realizing what she's said, and looks down. "...This conversation is over."
"Or maybe I should go, and you can go back to bein' boring like the boring, whiny dork you are and care about nothin' but yourself!" She finally stands up, the motion unnatural in its' elegance, as if the world were pulling her upright rather than making the movement herself. "Blah blah blah us, blah blah blah team... Haven't you ever considered that maybe I'm my own person for once, ya know? Sometimes, I just wanna be alone, without you."
"...Same. You really do care about no one but yourself." Alice heads towards the door, opens it, and leaves, slamming it behind her and leaving Dorothy alone in the apartment, a monster pretending to be human in only the most basic of ways. Surface level humanity in every way, from shape to mannerisms. Even if that is the case, a pang of guilt forms in the back of Dorothy's mind, considering that maybe, just like the world she knows, the Human World isn't just a place of wonderfully weird people, equally weird and alien objects, and fantastic, ridiculously unhealthy food.
The witch sits back down, and grumbles, looking through one of the boxes to see if she missed anything, only to toss it aside when she finds nothing. Perhaps Alice is right, she's been dead weight outside of the Digital world. A burden outside of combat, a weapon at best and a lazy, deadbeat roommate at worst. She slowly stands up again, and grabs her broom before heading outside onto the pathetically small balcony, the dead of night hiding her presence from all but the most sleep deprived as she mounts her broom. With a single thought, she begins to float up. and to her surprise, Alice is present on the roof, her lighter giving her position away with a solitary flicker of orange amid the darkness, sitting there with an angry expression.
"What now? Going to run away?" Alice would be snarling if she was an animal. "You already have everything you've ever wanted, what's stopping you?" She sighs, taking her notebook out of her bag and considering bringing it to the flame to bring forth a symbolic end of her journey, but something stops her, pulling the book away and placing an oversized hand on her shoulder.
"...No, I want to... Apologize." Dorothy gently gives Alice a bit of a nudge as she dismounts her broom, putting it in front of Alice, the old, wooden broom floating in front of the green haired woman. "I don't have much, but I guess I can make it up to ya for... Bein' such a dork myself by letting you have a ride. I know, I'm no good at this kinda... Human stuff."
"Hah, are you just trying to distract me from how selfish you are?" Alice scoffs at first, but Dorothy's expression is far more honest and real of a smile than it usually is. "Then again, I'm not a good person, either. We're both pretty awful at times." She tuns her lighter off, putting it away, and looks to the Witchmon with a slight, though still present glare. "Are you sure you want me to ride your broom? I don't think that's safe."
"Aren't you the one who said she wanted to live a lil', take risks, do things no human being's ever done before? Well, here's your chance~!" Her expression briefly turns into a much more wide, unnatural smile, something invariably a bit unnerving. "Funny how we both wanna see things from the other side, yet get scared of the nasty 'n boring stuff, ain't it?"
The green haired woman puts her notebook back into her bag, and slowly, carefully begins to mount the broom in the same way Dorothy usually does, copying it as best as she can. She hesitates for a moment, expecting it to be a prank and that the broom will fall, but it doesn't, and she sighs in relief. "So you're not lying to me..." She mumbles before making a proper response. "Hah. We both need to rethink things... Ever since you became this new form and got interested in being human, you need to take up the responsible half of that."
Dorothy's response is a somewhat defeated, though ultimately happy shrug. "Yeah, I'll clean up my trash 'n stop dragging you 'round in the World Of Dorks. But I want you to lighten up some. Like, jeez. You were barkin' orders at me like a general with his Troopmon a while back..."
"It was a life or death situation. I was trying to make sure you didn't screw up while you were still getting adjusted to your new body, otherwise we'd both be..." Alice takes a deep breath, and gently begins to focus on controlling the broom, only to almost rocket into the air, her eyes suddenly going wide. "GAH!" It takes a bit of time for the green-haired woman to even get a handle on making sure the thing can go down in the first place, with Dorothy watching below, the witch dressed in red smiling at her as Alice gently floats to back onto the roof on the broom. "As I was saying, otherwise we'd have both died."
"Just don't overdo it, ya dork. I can handle myself when it comes to that kinda thing... Other stuff, I might need ya." The witch responds, still letting Alice ride her broom for now as she paces around the roof slightly.
Alice suddenly comes up with an idea as she gets a better hang of using the broom, though she's nowhere near Dorothy's incredible agility and finesse with the flying broomstick. "We need each other. It was mostly you protecting me back then, but now..." Alice begins to smile, and almost falls off the broom, which makes her understandably nervous enough to dismount it and stand upright once she gets it level. "We're both equal. I can't let others know I have a Digimon, and you can't let others who have Digimon harm me."
"Or just random ones. Y'know, for a human dork, you're pretty cool." Dorothy grabs her broom again, standing it upright and leaning on it with her usual toothy, overly wide smile. Perhaps things would work out after all, and maybe, just maybe, all those crazy ideas in her head won't be so crazy after all.
Alice opens the normally locked door to the roof, and asks Dorothy a final question. "Why were you on your broom, anyways? Do you go on joyrides without me knowing?"
Dorothy doesn't have an answer to that, and she just laughs. The truth is that she obviously does. "I'll let ya do the same sometime."
Word count: 2040
