Thirteen Minutes, Fourteen Seconds [Solo]
Jan 30, 2019 2:09:31 GMT
Post by Amelie on Jan 30, 2019 2:09:31 GMT
Crush. Rend. Rip. Tear.
Amelie couldn't have thought that disposing of her settlement's… enemies could progressively become a menial task, if it could even be called that. At times, the consciousness inside Heraldmon wondered if what she was doing w as truly okay. Lives were constantly extinguished by her own hand; sure, it was all in self-defense, but…
It had gotten way worse since she had sent the team on that joint venture. Sometimes, too, she wondered if that had been a good decision. Heck, even right now she was thinking whether her constant need for validation was normal or not. Being at the cusp of an important organization's power structure is bound to cause doubts even in the soundest minds.
Maybe she needed a bit of a vacation. One that didn't end up with her stumbling into the lair of some ancient, dangerous digimon, while she was at it. Would Asher be up to it? Katherine? Akemi? Elsie and Evie? Or maybe even Kyosuke? At least her selection was fairly extended; somebody was bound to accept, right?
Just lay down by the sun and relax. That would be pretty nice, for a change.
Unceremoniously, the last Troopmon was disintegrated under Heraldmon's tendrils. An easy job, but well done nonetheless. The aberration's body collapsing into Amy's was the natural follow-up. In the end, only the brunette remained in there in the moments before the DexDorugamons resumed their work.
A sigh escaped her lips. Time to go back.
Her old workplace in Terminus seemed a bit small now, even after the brunette had picked up all her stuff. She was going to miss working in here, but it just didn't make sense anymore to remain in here just for her work. Amy could take care of edition and all the fine details of her news articles from Deeplane. The additional logistics cost was unnecessary.
Leaving an empty office behind, especially when she had worked in there for almost a year, felt a bit… weird. Not necessarily in the bad sense, but still.
No matter what, change could be a hard pill to swallow at times. At least this was an entirely positive change. It was progress.
Similarly, setting shop in her new office proved to be easy enough.
“That should take care of it.” She mused to herself as she took a peek at her new workplace. The neat way in which everything was arranged provided her with enough satisfaction, but enough of that. Everything was in place now; time to exit.
Deeplane's current status was a bit on the strange side, honestly; while the construction efforts were being very successful and the city slowly took shape, its layout suffered… a good deal of involuntary changes, to say the least.
Either by virtue of some unknown property of the materials employed, or maybe due to the construction site's very nature, shapes would twist and bend at a moment's notice, only to rearrange themselves right away. The brunette wasn't an expert on the matter, but thought that for some reason, Euclidean Geometry wouldn't quite apply to the city's final layout.
Would that be a bad thing? Amelie didn't know, but couldn't bring herself to care all that much. It wasn't like she had much of a choice, anyway.
AmyST: Hey.
AmyST: Do you have any plans for tonight?
AmyST: Wanna watch a movie? Either your place or mine is fine.
AmyST: Okay! I'll bring some ice cream. I'll be there by 8 pm.
AmyST: See ya.
Amelie couldn't have thought that disposing of her settlement's… enemies could progressively become a menial task, if it could even be called that. At times, the consciousness inside Heraldmon wondered if what she was doing w as truly okay. Lives were constantly extinguished by her own hand; sure, it was all in self-defense, but…
It had gotten way worse since she had sent the team on that joint venture. Sometimes, too, she wondered if that had been a good decision. Heck, even right now she was thinking whether her constant need for validation was normal or not. Being at the cusp of an important organization's power structure is bound to cause doubts even in the soundest minds.
Maybe she needed a bit of a vacation. One that didn't end up with her stumbling into the lair of some ancient, dangerous digimon, while she was at it. Would Asher be up to it? Katherine? Akemi? Elsie and Evie? Or maybe even Kyosuke? At least her selection was fairly extended; somebody was bound to accept, right?
Just lay down by the sun and relax. That would be pretty nice, for a change.
Unceremoniously, the last Troopmon was disintegrated under Heraldmon's tendrils. An easy job, but well done nonetheless. The aberration's body collapsing into Amy's was the natural follow-up. In the end, only the brunette remained in there in the moments before the DexDorugamons resumed their work.
A sigh escaped her lips. Time to go back.
Her old workplace in Terminus seemed a bit small now, even after the brunette had picked up all her stuff. She was going to miss working in here, but it just didn't make sense anymore to remain in here just for her work. Amy could take care of edition and all the fine details of her news articles from Deeplane. The additional logistics cost was unnecessary.
Leaving an empty office behind, especially when she had worked in there for almost a year, felt a bit… weird. Not necessarily in the bad sense, but still.
No matter what, change could be a hard pill to swallow at times. At least this was an entirely positive change. It was progress.
Similarly, setting shop in her new office proved to be easy enough.
“That should take care of it.” She mused to herself as she took a peek at her new workplace. The neat way in which everything was arranged provided her with enough satisfaction, but enough of that. Everything was in place now; time to exit.
Deeplane's current status was a bit on the strange side, honestly; while the construction efforts were being very successful and the city slowly took shape, its layout suffered… a good deal of involuntary changes, to say the least.
Either by virtue of some unknown property of the materials employed, or maybe due to the construction site's very nature, shapes would twist and bend at a moment's notice, only to rearrange themselves right away. The brunette wasn't an expert on the matter, but thought that for some reason, Euclidean Geometry wouldn't quite apply to the city's final layout.
Would that be a bad thing? Amelie didn't know, but couldn't bring herself to care all that much. It wasn't like she had much of a choice, anyway.
AmyST: Hey.
AmyST: Do you have any plans for tonight?
AmyST: Wanna watch a movie? Either your place or mine is fine.
AmyST: Okay! I'll bring some ice cream. I'll be there by 8 pm.
AmyST: See ya.
