MPC 57X - What's a Christmas?
Dec 25, 2018 11:29:20 GMT
Post by Akemi & Anzu on Dec 25, 2018 11:29:20 GMT
MPC Name: Priere, What's A Christmas?
MPC Number: 57X (I'm doing this one.)
Reward Requested: Posts.
It was a chilly December evening in the neighborhood that Anzu had been calling home for what was close to about a year now. Or maybe it was past a year? She was never the best with telling how much time goes by in life. She had heard of a holiday that humans often celebrate at this time of year. Something by the name of Christmas, something that…
She hadn’t actually heard of before? Anzu was puzzled back when she had heard of this, and gosh, was she still puzzled now.
Now, also happened to be 3 in the morning on 12-22-20XX. It was probably 2018? Holy crap, Anzu genuinely had to learn what year it even was at some point if she was going to continue this masterful ruse of blending in. Yes, clearly…
Well, if there was something the bean knew better than anyone, it was how to maneuver in a dark and spacious room. The Tsukaimon wriggled out of her tamer’s grasp (Akemi was fast asleep during all of this, and she sleeps like a rock. No, really!) before she flew over towards where the girl’s (admittedly, really dusty) computer sat…before she tapped a key and was assaulted with the noise of a long-sleeping giant booting itself up. There was a long and terse few moments of silence from the bean. Was anyone gonna wake up?
“…What’re you doing?” A quiet and…honestly pretty tired-sounding voice piped up from behind Anzu. Something that caused her to almost jump in the seat she had inhabited. In fact? She kind of did.
The chair spun a bit to reveal the owner—a BlackGatomon with white gloves and steel gray eyes. That was Priere-Or Empress, as a lot of people knew her. She was the only other Digimon present in this household at the moment, and the de-facto partner of Shizuka Takano. The phrase de-facto is used here because no digivice was present. Simply a debt to be paid.
Regardless, the cat was now here and very much aware that someone was up to no good, probably. Granted, it’s 3 am. Nobody in their right mind would actually, unironically, truly stay up that late, right? “Uhhh…Just gonna look something up. What’re -you- doing?” Anzu shot back. “…I’m on patrol to make sure no dumbasses decide to break in or anything.” Priere replied. It was delivered in quite a blunt fashion.
"Well, there ain't anyone breaking in or nothing. You should get some sleep, I think you're starting to actually get grocery bags under those eyes." This didn't seem worthy of a response from the cat, who just leered towards what Anzu had been doing on the computer.
See, right when Priere had come in, the Tsukaimon had opened a browser and was typing in what's a Christmas. No, that was genuinely the query being searched up right now. What's a Christmas. “…Anzu, you…do realize what you’re looking up, right?” The cat inquired, crossing her arms and scrunching her nose. “Yeah, what about it? Am I not free to peruse the world wide web for information on some dumb Christmas?”
“…We’re MADE out of stuff on that! You should know what that is already!” The cat chided, which elicited a “WELL SCREW YOU I DUNNO WHAT IT IS.” From Anzu.
See, it was pretty unfortunate for Priere that Anzu was the partner of her liege’s sister. Because she’d have probably actually tried shooting her by now. So, she had to think of something else to do. If this raging dumbass didn’t know what Christmas was, why not try explaining it?
…Except that probably might not even work given how some people are just that dense. The cat heaved a rather audible sigh. “…C’mon, I’ve got some explaining to do and I’m short of actual crap to do while everyone’s asleep.” She grumbled as she exited the room to go take a seat in the couch of the living room.
Anzu, also having nothing better to do and also being unfortunately awake because of all this crap, decided just to follow.
She didn’t hop on the couch or anything. She just sat there. “So what’s Christmas?” “…Want the short version or the lo-“ “LONG VERSION, BITCH!”
A long and drawn out moment of silence ensued, with Priere giving the mother of all death glares. “Right. So, Christmas is a holiday meant to celebrate the birth of a savior in a particular religion that I don’t think I can mention without being threatened with the wrath of a higher deity. That was what it was back then. Now it’s been kind of bastardized into a holiday where you give stuff to people you like and people who care about you end up giving you nice stuff too, and apparently there’s a rumor going out that a morbidly obese elderly man clad in red riding on a vehicle pulled by moose boys is the one dispensing those gifts.”
“…So is the old man one of those D-Reaper guys I’ve been reading about on Tamernet?” Anzu asked, which made Priere…figuratively spit a drink out. She didn’t have a drink or anything. “That’s…Anzu, no! The man’s a human! You can’t just ask if someone’s like that just because they’re wearing red! Or because they’re red! That’s grounds for getting thrown in the slammer or something, c’mon! Besides, the guy also had a brief stint as a necromancer or something—Doubt any one of those D boys could pull any of that off.”
“Oh. Well, that’s a bummer…Hey, should we get anyone anything?” Anzu inquired. This person? Actually wondering if they should give someone they care about something? Color the cat shocked. “Hm…I guess? What were you thinking?”
“We could just figure out how to get Akemi’s friend over here and then just give her that for Christmas.” …What kind of hairbrained scheme was that supposed to be? “…No, we’re not kidnapping anyone for Christmas, I thought we were over that.” Priere chided.
“Well, shit, I guess we could just go get…uh…I dunno? Something? Nnngh.”
Needless to say, the two were going to be here for a while.
It was pretty cold out, too.
MPC Number: 57X (I'm doing this one.)
Reward Requested: Posts.
It was a chilly December evening in the neighborhood that Anzu had been calling home for what was close to about a year now. Or maybe it was past a year? She was never the best with telling how much time goes by in life. She had heard of a holiday that humans often celebrate at this time of year. Something by the name of Christmas, something that…
She hadn’t actually heard of before? Anzu was puzzled back when she had heard of this, and gosh, was she still puzzled now.
Now, also happened to be 3 in the morning on 12-22-20XX. It was probably 2018? Holy crap, Anzu genuinely had to learn what year it even was at some point if she was going to continue this masterful ruse of blending in. Yes, clearly…
Well, if there was something the bean knew better than anyone, it was how to maneuver in a dark and spacious room. The Tsukaimon wriggled out of her tamer’s grasp (Akemi was fast asleep during all of this, and she sleeps like a rock. No, really!) before she flew over towards where the girl’s (admittedly, really dusty) computer sat…before she tapped a key and was assaulted with the noise of a long-sleeping giant booting itself up. There was a long and terse few moments of silence from the bean. Was anyone gonna wake up?
“…What’re you doing?” A quiet and…honestly pretty tired-sounding voice piped up from behind Anzu. Something that caused her to almost jump in the seat she had inhabited. In fact? She kind of did.
The chair spun a bit to reveal the owner—a BlackGatomon with white gloves and steel gray eyes. That was Priere-Or Empress, as a lot of people knew her. She was the only other Digimon present in this household at the moment, and the de-facto partner of Shizuka Takano. The phrase de-facto is used here because no digivice was present. Simply a debt to be paid.
Regardless, the cat was now here and very much aware that someone was up to no good, probably. Granted, it’s 3 am. Nobody in their right mind would actually, unironically, truly stay up that late, right? “Uhhh…Just gonna look something up. What’re -you- doing?” Anzu shot back. “…I’m on patrol to make sure no dumbasses decide to break in or anything.” Priere replied. It was delivered in quite a blunt fashion.
"Well, there ain't anyone breaking in or nothing. You should get some sleep, I think you're starting to actually get grocery bags under those eyes." This didn't seem worthy of a response from the cat, who just leered towards what Anzu had been doing on the computer.
See, right when Priere had come in, the Tsukaimon had opened a browser and was typing in what's a Christmas. No, that was genuinely the query being searched up right now. What's a Christmas. “…Anzu, you…do realize what you’re looking up, right?” The cat inquired, crossing her arms and scrunching her nose. “Yeah, what about it? Am I not free to peruse the world wide web for information on some dumb Christmas?”
“…We’re MADE out of stuff on that! You should know what that is already!” The cat chided, which elicited a “WELL SCREW YOU I DUNNO WHAT IT IS.” From Anzu.
See, it was pretty unfortunate for Priere that Anzu was the partner of her liege’s sister. Because she’d have probably actually tried shooting her by now. So, she had to think of something else to do. If this raging dumbass didn’t know what Christmas was, why not try explaining it?
…Except that probably might not even work given how some people are just that dense. The cat heaved a rather audible sigh. “…C’mon, I’ve got some explaining to do and I’m short of actual crap to do while everyone’s asleep.” She grumbled as she exited the room to go take a seat in the couch of the living room.
Anzu, also having nothing better to do and also being unfortunately awake because of all this crap, decided just to follow.
She didn’t hop on the couch or anything. She just sat there. “So what’s Christmas?” “…Want the short version or the lo-“ “LONG VERSION, BITCH!”
A long and drawn out moment of silence ensued, with Priere giving the mother of all death glares. “Right. So, Christmas is a holiday meant to celebrate the birth of a savior in a particular religion that I don’t think I can mention without being threatened with the wrath of a higher deity. That was what it was back then. Now it’s been kind of bastardized into a holiday where you give stuff to people you like and people who care about you end up giving you nice stuff too, and apparently there’s a rumor going out that a morbidly obese elderly man clad in red riding on a vehicle pulled by moose boys is the one dispensing those gifts.”
“…So is the old man one of those D-Reaper guys I’ve been reading about on Tamernet?” Anzu asked, which made Priere…figuratively spit a drink out. She didn’t have a drink or anything. “That’s…Anzu, no! The man’s a human! You can’t just ask if someone’s like that just because they’re wearing red! Or because they’re red! That’s grounds for getting thrown in the slammer or something, c’mon! Besides, the guy also had a brief stint as a necromancer or something—Doubt any one of those D boys could pull any of that off.”
“Oh. Well, that’s a bummer…Hey, should we get anyone anything?” Anzu inquired. This person? Actually wondering if they should give someone they care about something? Color the cat shocked. “Hm…I guess? What were you thinking?”
“We could just figure out how to get Akemi’s friend over here and then just give her that for Christmas.” …What kind of hairbrained scheme was that supposed to be? “…No, we’re not kidnapping anyone for Christmas, I thought we were over that.” Priere chided.
“Well, shit, I guess we could just go get…uh…I dunno? Something? Nnngh.”
Needless to say, the two were going to be here for a while.
It was pretty cold out, too.
