MPC 55A: Why I Rested my Sword [Solo]
Oct 12, 2018 17:38:56 GMT
Post by Skye on Oct 12, 2018 17:38:56 GMT
This is a Campfire Tales MPC in which I'll be doing solo. I would like posts at the end please.
It was a chilly autumn night on the Mainframe Hills. Skye the Gatomon was relaxing after a day of work in seeking resources for the village of Rosewood. The idea behind the village was something she approved of. And she and her companions, Hickory the Chuumon and Jorge the Shoutmon helped wherever possible. Others helped more effectively, but, they did what they could.
Now, at the end of the day, it was too late to return to shelter. But, that was no problem for them. They had gathered enough firewood to build a bright, warm fire to comfort them under the clear night sky. It was at this point that Hickory had asked for them to tell scary stories to each other.
Skye wasn't eager for this, so she simply remained silent as Hickory told a creepy tale of the wandering soul of the Dark Area. She sighed audibly as of course he had to bring up data loading, Thankfully Hickory took the hint and desisted from doing so again until his tale was finished.
Then Jorge began his tale, a story he said was from his old kingdom of a lost princess from another island that was broken by a fallen star. Skye wished they would stop, but, in the end, they just had to ask her for her own story.
"Yeah! Skye, you were a soldier once, right?" Hickory asked, eagerly. "What kind of scary story do you have?"
"I'd rather not tell..." Skye began, but Jorge just had to butt in.
"Oh go on, I'm sure you had some interesting stories to tell" the Shoutmon persisted.
"Well, alright then" Skye said, giving a sigh, then spoke her story as though she was reciting it. "One day, my squad was called out to a village in the Eastern Timberlands. Around here in fact. Basically, we were told that digimon were disappearing here every couple of nights. Baby ones, so, it was concerning. We did our investigations, hung around for a few days, then, eventually, we saw what was causing it. It was an Impmon, who was going around at night, kidnapping small digimon, then killed them and loaded their data because he thought that it was the only way for him to become strong enough to bring paradise to the digital world".
"Oh... god" Hickory breathed, regretting asking Skye this by now.
"We were a minute too late. We could only watch as he burned a Motimon and loaded him. We confronted him, and he seemed totally content with what he was doing, even a little excited from it. He didn't regret it in the slightest".
"What did you do next?" Jorge asked, his gaze fixed with Skye's.
"I... kinda lost control" Skye admitted. "I was thinking about all the innocent lives that this digimon ended and consumed, so... I walked over to him, and, I think I began by punching the Impmon in the face so he fell down".
Jorge and Hickory stared at Skye as she said this, her fists clenched and shaking as she recalled these memories. They wanted to ask her to stop, but she continued. "And it didn't stop from there... I remember, next, I grabbed his face, then slammed his head against a nearby rock. Repeatedly, until he disappeared. The strangest thing is, it felt really good to start with, but, by the end, I felt horrible. After all, it was right, it was justice. I was correcting an evil done by another, but, at the same time, I felt as though I lost something precious to me in the process".
"Skye..." Jorge said, holding her arm. "Please, don't-"
"Jorge, please, I'm fine. I need to get this off my chest" Skye told the Shoutmon. "I think it was because at the beginning, the Impmon thought he was truly worthy for what he had done - absorbed enough data to reach Rookie level, possibly enough to follow on to Champion. But, when I was killing him, he realized he wasn't - that he had truly done evil things to get to where he was, and begged for me to stop, but, I couldn't. At the time I was thinking about all the lives he had ended, and that if I did that, I might be able to bring them back to life. It felt like the most correct thing to do in the world, and at the same time, the most wrong thing. And, when it was over, I concluded that I hated it"
Skye took a long drink of water before continuing, looking resignedly into the flames. "I guess that's why I don't want to be a soldier anymore. It's simply too much, and it's not who I am. It felt good dealing justice that Impmon, but, when it was over, I felt like I lost a part of myself" she turned to look at her companions. "Do you understand where I'm coming from?"
"...No, Skye" Hickory said, shaking his head, his eyes wide at what he had just heard. "I... that's... I don't know what to say. That's horrible..."
"But what choice do I have?" Skye asked, frowning. "Digimon constantly do that to each other, every day, and get pleasure and power from it. If I turn away and do nothing, they win. I don't want them to do that" she glared at the flames. "I wanted to cast that aside, but, thinking about it again, I think it's my duty to stop evil in the world, because nobody else will".
"Skye..." Jorge said, firmly, patting her arm gently. "When I met you, you told me the importance of letting go. There I was, losing myself, remembering the fact that I let a kingdom of a thousand digimon die. I blamed myself for it, it was all my fault, all those digimon had looked up to me to protect them, and all I gave them in the end was death by drowning. And I died the same way, so I know what it was like. But... you told me that my only choice to move forward was to begin again, as a new digimon, cast those memories aside. I think you should do the same. Cast aside the soldier you once were, don't focus on the evil of the world, but live in the moment, see the good in others, make good things happen".
Skye was silent for a while as she mulled this over. She looked at the fire, and could see that Impmon's green eyes glaring back at her. She remembered that as a last token of defiance he had tried to bite her paw as she grabbed him. Then a minute later, those eyes shattered into data with the rest of his body. Yet... maybe Jorge had a point? She had seen that Impmon do evil things, and she had killed him for it. And that was the end of that.
Was that what she should do? Stop seeking out evil, instead living in the moment? Perhaps... that was the way to truly seek peace? Deliberately hunting for evil in others, that didn't feel right to her.
"I see your point, Jorge" Skye answered, quietly. "Alright. I'll do my best to cast that part of me aside. But... if I find a digimon that has done something as evil as absorbed an innocent life, I want neither of you to hold me back. Because I will enact justice, I will destroy them".
"O-okay, Skye" Jorge answered, nervously. Skye was silent for a while afterward, even when Jorge and Hickory nervously returned to the subject at hand and attempted to continue telling each other spooky stories. Skye's thoughts were with that Impmon, remembering the hatred she felt for him, yet, at the same time, his face melted into the scene of those digimon in Luminas, also snarling with hatred at something they disagreed with.
Then Skye realized the truth. That she wasn't meant to be like that. Yes, maybe Jorge had a point. She had her hatreds, but, she would not actively seek them out. She sighed lightly, then listened to her companions' tales.
[The End]
It was a chilly autumn night on the Mainframe Hills. Skye the Gatomon was relaxing after a day of work in seeking resources for the village of Rosewood. The idea behind the village was something she approved of. And she and her companions, Hickory the Chuumon and Jorge the Shoutmon helped wherever possible. Others helped more effectively, but, they did what they could.
Now, at the end of the day, it was too late to return to shelter. But, that was no problem for them. They had gathered enough firewood to build a bright, warm fire to comfort them under the clear night sky. It was at this point that Hickory had asked for them to tell scary stories to each other.
Skye wasn't eager for this, so she simply remained silent as Hickory told a creepy tale of the wandering soul of the Dark Area. She sighed audibly as of course he had to bring up data loading, Thankfully Hickory took the hint and desisted from doing so again until his tale was finished.
Then Jorge began his tale, a story he said was from his old kingdom of a lost princess from another island that was broken by a fallen star. Skye wished they would stop, but, in the end, they just had to ask her for her own story.
"Yeah! Skye, you were a soldier once, right?" Hickory asked, eagerly. "What kind of scary story do you have?"
"I'd rather not tell..." Skye began, but Jorge just had to butt in.
"Oh go on, I'm sure you had some interesting stories to tell" the Shoutmon persisted.
"Well, alright then" Skye said, giving a sigh, then spoke her story as though she was reciting it. "One day, my squad was called out to a village in the Eastern Timberlands. Around here in fact. Basically, we were told that digimon were disappearing here every couple of nights. Baby ones, so, it was concerning. We did our investigations, hung around for a few days, then, eventually, we saw what was causing it. It was an Impmon, who was going around at night, kidnapping small digimon, then killed them and loaded their data because he thought that it was the only way for him to become strong enough to bring paradise to the digital world".
"Oh... god" Hickory breathed, regretting asking Skye this by now.
"We were a minute too late. We could only watch as he burned a Motimon and loaded him. We confronted him, and he seemed totally content with what he was doing, even a little excited from it. He didn't regret it in the slightest".
"What did you do next?" Jorge asked, his gaze fixed with Skye's.
"I... kinda lost control" Skye admitted. "I was thinking about all the innocent lives that this digimon ended and consumed, so... I walked over to him, and, I think I began by punching the Impmon in the face so he fell down".
Jorge and Hickory stared at Skye as she said this, her fists clenched and shaking as she recalled these memories. They wanted to ask her to stop, but she continued. "And it didn't stop from there... I remember, next, I grabbed his face, then slammed his head against a nearby rock. Repeatedly, until he disappeared. The strangest thing is, it felt really good to start with, but, by the end, I felt horrible. After all, it was right, it was justice. I was correcting an evil done by another, but, at the same time, I felt as though I lost something precious to me in the process".
"Skye..." Jorge said, holding her arm. "Please, don't-"
"Jorge, please, I'm fine. I need to get this off my chest" Skye told the Shoutmon. "I think it was because at the beginning, the Impmon thought he was truly worthy for what he had done - absorbed enough data to reach Rookie level, possibly enough to follow on to Champion. But, when I was killing him, he realized he wasn't - that he had truly done evil things to get to where he was, and begged for me to stop, but, I couldn't. At the time I was thinking about all the lives he had ended, and that if I did that, I might be able to bring them back to life. It felt like the most correct thing to do in the world, and at the same time, the most wrong thing. And, when it was over, I concluded that I hated it"
Skye took a long drink of water before continuing, looking resignedly into the flames. "I guess that's why I don't want to be a soldier anymore. It's simply too much, and it's not who I am. It felt good dealing justice that Impmon, but, when it was over, I felt like I lost a part of myself" she turned to look at her companions. "Do you understand where I'm coming from?"
"...No, Skye" Hickory said, shaking his head, his eyes wide at what he had just heard. "I... that's... I don't know what to say. That's horrible..."
"But what choice do I have?" Skye asked, frowning. "Digimon constantly do that to each other, every day, and get pleasure and power from it. If I turn away and do nothing, they win. I don't want them to do that" she glared at the flames. "I wanted to cast that aside, but, thinking about it again, I think it's my duty to stop evil in the world, because nobody else will".
"Skye..." Jorge said, firmly, patting her arm gently. "When I met you, you told me the importance of letting go. There I was, losing myself, remembering the fact that I let a kingdom of a thousand digimon die. I blamed myself for it, it was all my fault, all those digimon had looked up to me to protect them, and all I gave them in the end was death by drowning. And I died the same way, so I know what it was like. But... you told me that my only choice to move forward was to begin again, as a new digimon, cast those memories aside. I think you should do the same. Cast aside the soldier you once were, don't focus on the evil of the world, but live in the moment, see the good in others, make good things happen".
Skye was silent for a while as she mulled this over. She looked at the fire, and could see that Impmon's green eyes glaring back at her. She remembered that as a last token of defiance he had tried to bite her paw as she grabbed him. Then a minute later, those eyes shattered into data with the rest of his body. Yet... maybe Jorge had a point? She had seen that Impmon do evil things, and she had killed him for it. And that was the end of that.
Was that what she should do? Stop seeking out evil, instead living in the moment? Perhaps... that was the way to truly seek peace? Deliberately hunting for evil in others, that didn't feel right to her.
"I see your point, Jorge" Skye answered, quietly. "Alright. I'll do my best to cast that part of me aside. But... if I find a digimon that has done something as evil as absorbed an innocent life, I want neither of you to hold me back. Because I will enact justice, I will destroy them".
"O-okay, Skye" Jorge answered, nervously. Skye was silent for a while afterward, even when Jorge and Hickory nervously returned to the subject at hand and attempted to continue telling each other spooky stories. Skye's thoughts were with that Impmon, remembering the hatred she felt for him, yet, at the same time, his face melted into the scene of those digimon in Luminas, also snarling with hatred at something they disagreed with.
Then Skye realized the truth. That she wasn't meant to be like that. Yes, maybe Jorge had a point. She had her hatreds, but, she would not actively seek them out. She sighed lightly, then listened to her companions' tales.
[The End]
