No More Sad Dreams [Rosewood Village Job A]
Aug 12, 2018 8:08:02 GMT
Post by Cion on Aug 12, 2018 8:08:02 GMT
Rosewood... a dream turned into reality. An ever-growing and developing patch of civilization where children would finally have a place to mature properly. A safe haven, educational establishment and... the foundation for so much more. Call it being lost in reverie, but to Cion this was a massive step of progress towards the digital utopia she had longed for several, inconceivably long-lasting time spans. With the realization that mere reactionary work by working as a soldier or mercenary did not suffice to establish her vision of the future, this first project she had dedicated herself to had become a stupendous success.
Who knew that power through resources and wealth would enable her to adequately contribute to something this grandiose. She at times scolded herself for not having the thought to create a sanctuary like this herself, but the notion that there were others who were of similar goodwill was balm to her agitated soul. Were they digimons or humans... only good could came out of this city. However, as established by the founders she was contacted by, this undertaking was far from over. The headstone had certainly been placed, but a metropolis this town was not.
Usually, what appeared to be minor tasks she would have declined. Considering the calamities this planet was currently facing - crimson parasites, black corruptions, terrorists and hazardous substances to name a few - her attention was likely better suited for these endeavors. Yet... in spite of her general exhaustion, her benevolent heart tainted by excessive, ardent zeal was incapable of turning the other way. Innocent people, most of them younglings, required her assistance. A couple of days - that was what she was willing to sacrifice her short sleep for.
Without a proper road and travel system yet arranged, escorting the kids to Rosewood was a vital task. Though having utterly and mercilessly obliterated many savages who sought to undermine their efforts, there was reason to believe that further assaults awaited this peaceful harbor and its irenic inhabitants. The less taste for combat a child got the better. As much as self-defense and protecting friends and the weak were virtues in her eyes, fighting did not have to become an inherently desirable aspect of life. This instinct and idea of feral naturalism had to be effaced forever lest their burning ambitions were in vain.
Hence the restrained Arniomon volunteered to take care of the young during their precarious voyage to the newly constructed town within the Timberland's Forest. Strangely enough, today as she arrived at the Village of Beginnings, there was only a single digimon awaiting her impatiently - an eager yet drowsy Phascomon. Calmly approaching the 'devilish' koala, she gladly reached out a paw at him to shake it. "Good morning. I am Cion, your escort." She introduced herself kindly. Unfortunately, the response she received was not as gracious. "Ye ye. I'm Phas. Can we go now?"
Huh... a little rascal, eh? It was with a winning smile that the silver fennec leaned forward, her hands leaning against her hip. "If you say the magic words, we will." She teased the lad who immediately started pouting and holding his breath. But the vulpine sentinel was often a patient spirit who'd rather lament the local Elecmon's inaptitude to teach civil mannerism than give the boy in front of her a quarter. Eventually, the kid got tired of nothing happening, therefore it was with a poutful frown that he complied. "Pretty please..."
The Arniomon chuckled with glee, delighted to realize that her teaching methods apparently sufficed. Motioning the laddie to follow her, it was with a slow pace that they left the nursery school of this planet and entered the real world. Hours of silence went by as the small bear's rash sternness slowly faded for childlike curiosity. Especially upon entering the rich forest, there was no means to hold him back. Every plant, the many scents and chaotic composition of the ground every life-form resided on were too fascinating not to be treasured. It was an enchanting sight for the gracious fox to behold; envying the Phasmon's rapture. Too bad she was not an expert of biospheres and thus was unable to answer his uncountable questions.
"Don't worry. In school, nice people will teach you about all of this stuff and even more!" She wholeheartedly promised the youngster, to which she received sparkling eyes as a response. Thankfully, the rest of their long trip was not ruined by any interferences of tribal savages. Instead, as the sun set and everything got drowned in red and orange, Phas nudged her leg. "Miss? Do you see things when you sleep, too?" He asked unassertively, seemingly regretting his previous unfriendliness. Fortunately, Cion did not hold a grudge against a child.
"Dreams? Yes - I have them, too." "Are they the same each night?" "Most of the time not." "Oh... okay." "Why you ask?" "Oh... it's just... I'm always having this bad dream and it makes me sad." "Oh? What is it about?" Although hesitant, it appeared that the kid had warmed up to his chaperon. "I see a big, scary monster - like a really nasty DemiVeemon, but everything is red. Then there are the loud noises... and a white light. Then I wake up."
The silver fennec, despite not ceasing her movement, displayed sincere shock as her mind took a back seat. Was this... "Miss? Hey, you! Wake up. We are there!" The small bear exclaimed, the Arniomon snapping violently out of her thoughts. Stopping at a stone bridged that enabled to cross over a gentle river, the two digimons' gazes met one final moment. "Well... then quickly find an adult and get your citizenship so you can already learn of the world tomorrow."
And it was this very statement that reignited the boy's fervor, hastily entering the woodland city to get started. However, he briefly turned around, waving at his escort with a toothy grin. She gladly returned that gesture and waited until the sunshiny soul had left for good. "No more sad dreams..." Sighing contentedly, it was a churning vortex of emotions that she took a glance at her own hands. Lingering uncertainty rapidly vanished in understanding that her methods clearly yielded fantastic fruits...
Expedite progress and prosperity - destroy fiends - enable both the congenitally benign and those reincarnated and freed from their wickedness to fully savor it. Yes... nobody would sway her away from this righteous, beneficent path that yielded such... dreamlike results.
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Who knew that power through resources and wealth would enable her to adequately contribute to something this grandiose. She at times scolded herself for not having the thought to create a sanctuary like this herself, but the notion that there were others who were of similar goodwill was balm to her agitated soul. Were they digimons or humans... only good could came out of this city. However, as established by the founders she was contacted by, this undertaking was far from over. The headstone had certainly been placed, but a metropolis this town was not.
Usually, what appeared to be minor tasks she would have declined. Considering the calamities this planet was currently facing - crimson parasites, black corruptions, terrorists and hazardous substances to name a few - her attention was likely better suited for these endeavors. Yet... in spite of her general exhaustion, her benevolent heart tainted by excessive, ardent zeal was incapable of turning the other way. Innocent people, most of them younglings, required her assistance. A couple of days - that was what she was willing to sacrifice her short sleep for.
Without a proper road and travel system yet arranged, escorting the kids to Rosewood was a vital task. Though having utterly and mercilessly obliterated many savages who sought to undermine their efforts, there was reason to believe that further assaults awaited this peaceful harbor and its irenic inhabitants. The less taste for combat a child got the better. As much as self-defense and protecting friends and the weak were virtues in her eyes, fighting did not have to become an inherently desirable aspect of life. This instinct and idea of feral naturalism had to be effaced forever lest their burning ambitions were in vain.
Hence the restrained Arniomon volunteered to take care of the young during their precarious voyage to the newly constructed town within the Timberland's Forest. Strangely enough, today as she arrived at the Village of Beginnings, there was only a single digimon awaiting her impatiently - an eager yet drowsy Phascomon. Calmly approaching the 'devilish' koala, she gladly reached out a paw at him to shake it. "Good morning. I am Cion, your escort." She introduced herself kindly. Unfortunately, the response she received was not as gracious. "Ye ye. I'm Phas. Can we go now?"
Huh... a little rascal, eh? It was with a winning smile that the silver fennec leaned forward, her hands leaning against her hip. "If you say the magic words, we will." She teased the lad who immediately started pouting and holding his breath. But the vulpine sentinel was often a patient spirit who'd rather lament the local Elecmon's inaptitude to teach civil mannerism than give the boy in front of her a quarter. Eventually, the kid got tired of nothing happening, therefore it was with a poutful frown that he complied. "Pretty please..."
The Arniomon chuckled with glee, delighted to realize that her teaching methods apparently sufficed. Motioning the laddie to follow her, it was with a slow pace that they left the nursery school of this planet and entered the real world. Hours of silence went by as the small bear's rash sternness slowly faded for childlike curiosity. Especially upon entering the rich forest, there was no means to hold him back. Every plant, the many scents and chaotic composition of the ground every life-form resided on were too fascinating not to be treasured. It was an enchanting sight for the gracious fox to behold; envying the Phasmon's rapture. Too bad she was not an expert of biospheres and thus was unable to answer his uncountable questions.
"Don't worry. In school, nice people will teach you about all of this stuff and even more!" She wholeheartedly promised the youngster, to which she received sparkling eyes as a response. Thankfully, the rest of their long trip was not ruined by any interferences of tribal savages. Instead, as the sun set and everything got drowned in red and orange, Phas nudged her leg. "Miss? Do you see things when you sleep, too?" He asked unassertively, seemingly regretting his previous unfriendliness. Fortunately, Cion did not hold a grudge against a child.
"Dreams? Yes - I have them, too." "Are they the same each night?" "Most of the time not." "Oh... okay." "Why you ask?" "Oh... it's just... I'm always having this bad dream and it makes me sad." "Oh? What is it about?" Although hesitant, it appeared that the kid had warmed up to his chaperon. "I see a big, scary monster - like a really nasty DemiVeemon, but everything is red. Then there are the loud noises... and a white light. Then I wake up."
The silver fennec, despite not ceasing her movement, displayed sincere shock as her mind took a back seat. Was this... "Miss? Hey, you! Wake up. We are there!" The small bear exclaimed, the Arniomon snapping violently out of her thoughts. Stopping at a stone bridged that enabled to cross over a gentle river, the two digimons' gazes met one final moment. "Well... then quickly find an adult and get your citizenship so you can already learn of the world tomorrow."
And it was this very statement that reignited the boy's fervor, hastily entering the woodland city to get started. However, he briefly turned around, waving at his escort with a toothy grin. She gladly returned that gesture and waited until the sunshiny soul had left for good. "No more sad dreams..." Sighing contentedly, it was a churning vortex of emotions that she took a glance at her own hands. Lingering uncertainty rapidly vanished in understanding that her methods clearly yielded fantastic fruits...
Expedite progress and prosperity - destroy fiends - enable both the congenitally benign and those reincarnated and freed from their wickedness to fully savor it. Yes... nobody would sway her away from this righteous, beneficent path that yielded such... dreamlike results.
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