MCP#60A/B: Harbingers of Miracles [Solo/Finished]
Mar 31, 2019 23:49:31 GMT
Post by Idea on Mar 31, 2019 23:49:31 GMT
MPC Name: From Your Point of View/And so It Begins
MPC Number: 60B/60A
Reward Requested: Bits
Forests spanned across the digital world back in those days. Many of us knew nothing beyond that green and brown sea below me, as I flew towards the fated location. For, of all places, the oddest thing had happened at the desert.
A tiny group of helpful digimon had already gathered at the site, drimogemon and gotsumon groups brought food and tents and some Togemon supplied water, but the majority were just curious children or villagers, curious about the peculiar event that had taken place there, among a strangely circular arrangement of rocks. According to reports, digimon had appeared there one day, like one disintegrating upon defeat, but in reverse. This wouldn’t have been much cause for concern, were it not for the fact that witnesses in the area had told me those were not digimon. Not even digieggs in fact.
“What are they then? Trees? Fish?” I had inquired with a bit of a chuckle at my own remark. The coatlmon shook their head.
“They were not treessss and they were not fisssssh. They had the most bizarre code we had ever seen.” My eyebrows immediately dropped to a frown. That solemn tone, it was obvious they were not kidding around. “They called themselvessssss “yumonssss”. They didn’t even sssseeeem to know about digimon, master.”
“To think you speak so seriously of such an unbelieveable matter. I must assess these “yumons” with my own eyes.” I left the dojo in Dorbickmon’s hands and departed for the desert. From the sounds of the rumors, they had just...apeared in that place, but what if they came from the underground? Was there a place so deep even digmon and drimogemons had not been able to reach? How many of these beings were there really? According to coatlmon they were scared even by the in-trainings, so I couldn’t imagine they were powerful enough to survive on their own. ‘Let them die then’ would be what I would usually respond, the digital world had no use for such weaklings. Now, though, I wanted to know what mysteries they would unravel or bring forth, what changes. I would savor those myself, as was my right as a mega-level. “I better start on a better foot than that though. Weaklings don’t like to be remin-ugh…”
I embraced my belly midair, sliding as I squirmed from the sudden unexpected pain. Even though there was no wound, particles from my black dust were floating out of my belly, then there was a sharp pain on my upper back.
“AGHRGH!” I agonized, floating slightly down. What in the world was happening? Where was that attack coming from? Was this some sort of trap? A mocking laughter echoed in the air around me, as if confirming my suspicions.
“So long you’ve shunned us...but they brought us power. We have become stronger than you, o’master Blackwargreymon! Soul Chopper!” There was the briefest flash of purple, and it felt as though my belly and then every bit of me upwards was ripped off. Black dust was erupting out of me like steam from a hot springs, but there was no real wound. I threw my claws from one side to the next, in every angle the voice came to me, each time I missed it, the pain stroke me somewhere else. Strike up top, pain in my left foot, strike behind me, pain on my belly me, claw down, dust erupting up. Claw in front….
“Brave Shield.”
At last, I managed to stop the assault somewhat. Still, despite my hands holding the shield and blocking the purple attack, my enemy was still out of sight, and there was still some pain. He could make himself invisible. A sharp pain crossed my back, and there was that laughter again, but now it seemed like there was more laughter, more voices. A sphere of red cloaked floating digimon, fantomons, revealed to be surrounding me completely.
“Weak...weakling...Just like what you said we were. How does it feel, blackwargreymon? To be the one standing there, with that feeling of defeat?” What defeat?
“Had enough?” As if this would be enough.
“Does it hurt?” Did that matter?
“Immaterial attacks. Invisibility. No wonder I couldn’t fully stop them.” There was a moment of silence.
“As expected of you, figuring it out so soon.” The first rational sentence to come out of their mouths.
“If you were another, we’d follow orders and tell you to fly away until the boss is done with the humans.” Boss, huh? Though I didn’t remember these pests, maybe this boss of theirs changed them somehow. It meant I needed to hurry and beat them out of the sky.
“But you have earned a taste of the power of the ones you mocked as ‘weak’!”
Their words flared out in unison.I put my claws together, feeling the pressure welling up between them.
“Soul Chopper!” It was difficult maintaining my concentration with spikes of pain beign sliced into every piece of my body, repeatedly at that, but I could still thank them for their hatred, the one fueling the red ball of energy in between my hands. A tiny, tiny ball. “Do you feel your own weakness? Pay for mocking-”
“Gaia…”
“Hey isn’t that?” He sounded a lot less confident now. Some brains remained there. Their attacks were immaterial….
“Run!”
“Save yourselves!”
“What are you doing, finish him off before-”
….but their bodies were just out of sight.
“...Force-D!” I pressured the energy of the attack inward, forcing it to release on the spot. The explosion, the ringing in my eardrums almost drowned out the screams and the sounds of the disintegrating fantomons. Instinctively my belly contract inward as I was propelled backward further up into the air, the black dust produced by my body mixing with the smoke and the data released from the defeated digimon.
I found myself chuckling despite the pain of each one. As usual, beings like that had underestimated the power attained by mega evolution. But I still required an improvement of my own. Such a pathetic display, being hurt by their attacks despite there being such an abysmal difference in our ability. The only method to put things back in their proper place now would be to deal with that boss of theirs. Could he be another mega evolved digimon? Well, it was a pointless if inevitable question. It wouldn’t surprise me either way.
Having recovered a bit from the impact of my own attack, I dived down to where those “yumons” were supposed to be. There were indeed small, not much bigger than a typical rookie, with fur on the top of their head and an otherwise unprotected skin. It appeared as though they were protected by a group of rookie digimon mostly, mostly gotsumon, with a few champion-level ones such as drimogemons. The group was in turn surrounded by Golemons and Fangmons, plenty of them, and standing at a helm I recognized an Astamon.
“Though I may be a bit hurt, this situation is perfect. The yumons are pratically defenseless, and will surely trust me if I save them. Even the Astamon is no match to me, one of superior level. If I just make short….what is…”
A bright light emanated from the battlefield below, suddenly. It seemed to be coming from the yumons, and it vanished just as suddenly as it appeared. The battle tides turned before I could even realize what happened. Suddenly there were ogremons and golemons fighting besides the humans. The Astamon’s troops were being decimated, pushed back by the newly formed horde of champions and ultimates.
“What is this madness? Where did they all come from? Did the yumons do this?” How could such a thing be happening? Digimon who digivolved just like that? Where was the effort, the prowress the drive for power? Where was the hunger and the suffering that I endured to achieve this form? Decades upon decades of labor and fighting, replaced by mere seconds of these unknown beings, what a blessing, what a curse.
The Astamon realized the despair of the situation as well, jumping themselves into the frey of battle and aiming their weapons at the yumons.
“Hellfire!” He shouted, a salvo of bullets infused with darkness flying towards the yumons, from whom a light, not as big but just as bright as before, emanated once again.
“....warp digivolve to… Blackmetalgarurumon!”
“A….a...wa-warp…di…” I did not tremble as I fought off the fantomons. I was not shaken by the Astamon’s gang. The evolutions disturbed me, but that was all, they angered me. To steal that legendary evolution, this couldn’t be happening, why were my claws, my feet, my whole body shaking as if it hadn’t managed to hold itself back with the pain until moments earlier?
“Cocytus Breath!” Shouted the blackmetalgarurumon. A blast of cold energy shot from his mouth and froze in place the Astamon’s bullet, who fell down powerless like snow, without stopping the blast in turn, which continued onward until it hit the Astamon himself. The gang leader was shot back, partially frozen, and the new mega took the opportunity to jump on him. “Metal Claws!”
As the metallic wolf’s paws crushed the Astamon into bits of data, the battlefield grew much quieter for a few moments, until his former followers got the cue to disperse and run away, each in their own directions, useless, powerless and afraid of this new force that just emerged, more than comparable even to one such as myself. For once, I could not blame their cowardice. Even I hesitated before descending.
“It would appear...That I was not needed after all.” I told them as my feet touched the ground.The yumons clutched their digivices, some bending forward as if readying to tackle me, others stepping back or even behind the backs of other yumons. Despite their different behaviors, the yumons were indeed remarkably similar, without lacking some minor differences.
“Master Blackwargreymon!” To the surprise of the yumons, an ogremon came running in my direction with a smile plastered on his face. The way he waved that club was quite irritating to see. “Thank you for coming! That explosion earlier, in the sky, that was you was it not?”
My gaze sharpened. Was this person trying to assess if I was a threat?
“I was told to come here. I was told there some beings called “yumons” here, that were appearantly not digimon, and they might need my assistance. It would seem, however, that they can take care of themselves pretty well. This feat of theirs…”
Either the ogremon was too stupid to understand my question, or he pruposefully chose to ignore it, as if trying to keep some secret from me.
“Ah, it’s not “yumons”, it’s humans, master Blackwargreymon. They say they came from the earth.”
“They came from the ground? Why did they come here then?” Was there some secret to digivolution in the depths? One of the creatures began approaching me. Golden hair like mine, had some muscle to it and somewhere around half my height.
“Uhm, mr uhm, Blackwargreymon was it? We didn’t come from this place, you see.”
“So I’m told.”
“I think this may be a whole other wolrd.”
“What nonsense are you saying? Next you’re going to tell me to take a quick tour to the moon.”
“No, no, I mean, ah, I guess even to you that may be hard to believe.” The human shook his hands in front of himself. What was that supposed to mean? I was quite an open digimon, as was to be expected from one who learned as much as I did. “Hey, you said you came to help us, right? And you can fly… Can you take us to somewhere we can be safe?”
“Safe? There may be a couple of places… but why would you need to? You have the ability to make digimon digivolve, with that kind of power…”
“What’s ‘digivolve’?”
...They didn’t know? How was that possible?! They just made a whole group of us digivolve! There wasn’t a method? No, he had to be bluffing, to hide it. Naturally such a bizarre secret would be kept under lock and key. I raised a hand.
“Nevermind. I’ll find you somewhere safe.” From everyone but me, of course. The human opened a wide smile and tried to grab my hand, but seemed confused by something, then made some kind of bow and left to rejoin the rest of his group. Such joyful chatter between them.
Just you wait humans. Very soon, I would drill that secret out of you, then bury it forever like the afront it was.
Final Word Count: Around 2103 Words
MPC Number: 60B/60A
Reward Requested: Bits
Forests spanned across the digital world back in those days. Many of us knew nothing beyond that green and brown sea below me, as I flew towards the fated location. For, of all places, the oddest thing had happened at the desert.
A tiny group of helpful digimon had already gathered at the site, drimogemon and gotsumon groups brought food and tents and some Togemon supplied water, but the majority were just curious children or villagers, curious about the peculiar event that had taken place there, among a strangely circular arrangement of rocks. According to reports, digimon had appeared there one day, like one disintegrating upon defeat, but in reverse. This wouldn’t have been much cause for concern, were it not for the fact that witnesses in the area had told me those were not digimon. Not even digieggs in fact.
“What are they then? Trees? Fish?” I had inquired with a bit of a chuckle at my own remark. The coatlmon shook their head.
“They were not treessss and they were not fisssssh. They had the most bizarre code we had ever seen.” My eyebrows immediately dropped to a frown. That solemn tone, it was obvious they were not kidding around. “They called themselvessssss “yumonssss”. They didn’t even sssseeeem to know about digimon, master.”
“To think you speak so seriously of such an unbelieveable matter. I must assess these “yumons” with my own eyes.” I left the dojo in Dorbickmon’s hands and departed for the desert. From the sounds of the rumors, they had just...apeared in that place, but what if they came from the underground? Was there a place so deep even digmon and drimogemons had not been able to reach? How many of these beings were there really? According to coatlmon they were scared even by the in-trainings, so I couldn’t imagine they were powerful enough to survive on their own. ‘Let them die then’ would be what I would usually respond, the digital world had no use for such weaklings. Now, though, I wanted to know what mysteries they would unravel or bring forth, what changes. I would savor those myself, as was my right as a mega-level. “I better start on a better foot than that though. Weaklings don’t like to be remin-ugh…”
I embraced my belly midair, sliding as I squirmed from the sudden unexpected pain. Even though there was no wound, particles from my black dust were floating out of my belly, then there was a sharp pain on my upper back.
“AGHRGH!” I agonized, floating slightly down. What in the world was happening? Where was that attack coming from? Was this some sort of trap? A mocking laughter echoed in the air around me, as if confirming my suspicions.
“So long you’ve shunned us...but they brought us power. We have become stronger than you, o’master Blackwargreymon! Soul Chopper!” There was the briefest flash of purple, and it felt as though my belly and then every bit of me upwards was ripped off. Black dust was erupting out of me like steam from a hot springs, but there was no real wound. I threw my claws from one side to the next, in every angle the voice came to me, each time I missed it, the pain stroke me somewhere else. Strike up top, pain in my left foot, strike behind me, pain on my belly me, claw down, dust erupting up. Claw in front….
“Brave Shield.”
At last, I managed to stop the assault somewhat. Still, despite my hands holding the shield and blocking the purple attack, my enemy was still out of sight, and there was still some pain. He could make himself invisible. A sharp pain crossed my back, and there was that laughter again, but now it seemed like there was more laughter, more voices. A sphere of red cloaked floating digimon, fantomons, revealed to be surrounding me completely.
“Weak...weakling...Just like what you said we were. How does it feel, blackwargreymon? To be the one standing there, with that feeling of defeat?” What defeat?
“Had enough?” As if this would be enough.
“Does it hurt?” Did that matter?
“Immaterial attacks. Invisibility. No wonder I couldn’t fully stop them.” There was a moment of silence.
“As expected of you, figuring it out so soon.” The first rational sentence to come out of their mouths.
“If you were another, we’d follow orders and tell you to fly away until the boss is done with the humans.” Boss, huh? Though I didn’t remember these pests, maybe this boss of theirs changed them somehow. It meant I needed to hurry and beat them out of the sky.
“But you have earned a taste of the power of the ones you mocked as ‘weak’!”
Their words flared out in unison.I put my claws together, feeling the pressure welling up between them.
“Soul Chopper!” It was difficult maintaining my concentration with spikes of pain beign sliced into every piece of my body, repeatedly at that, but I could still thank them for their hatred, the one fueling the red ball of energy in between my hands. A tiny, tiny ball. “Do you feel your own weakness? Pay for mocking-”
“Gaia…”
“Hey isn’t that?” He sounded a lot less confident now. Some brains remained there. Their attacks were immaterial….
“Run!”
“Save yourselves!”
“What are you doing, finish him off before-”
….but their bodies were just out of sight.
“...Force-D!” I pressured the energy of the attack inward, forcing it to release on the spot. The explosion, the ringing in my eardrums almost drowned out the screams and the sounds of the disintegrating fantomons. Instinctively my belly contract inward as I was propelled backward further up into the air, the black dust produced by my body mixing with the smoke and the data released from the defeated digimon.
I found myself chuckling despite the pain of each one. As usual, beings like that had underestimated the power attained by mega evolution. But I still required an improvement of my own. Such a pathetic display, being hurt by their attacks despite there being such an abysmal difference in our ability. The only method to put things back in their proper place now would be to deal with that boss of theirs. Could he be another mega evolved digimon? Well, it was a pointless if inevitable question. It wouldn’t surprise me either way.
Having recovered a bit from the impact of my own attack, I dived down to where those “yumons” were supposed to be. There were indeed small, not much bigger than a typical rookie, with fur on the top of their head and an otherwise unprotected skin. It appeared as though they were protected by a group of rookie digimon mostly, mostly gotsumon, with a few champion-level ones such as drimogemons. The group was in turn surrounded by Golemons and Fangmons, plenty of them, and standing at a helm I recognized an Astamon.
“Though I may be a bit hurt, this situation is perfect. The yumons are pratically defenseless, and will surely trust me if I save them. Even the Astamon is no match to me, one of superior level. If I just make short….what is…”
A bright light emanated from the battlefield below, suddenly. It seemed to be coming from the yumons, and it vanished just as suddenly as it appeared. The battle tides turned before I could even realize what happened. Suddenly there were ogremons and golemons fighting besides the humans. The Astamon’s troops were being decimated, pushed back by the newly formed horde of champions and ultimates.
“What is this madness? Where did they all come from? Did the yumons do this?” How could such a thing be happening? Digimon who digivolved just like that? Where was the effort, the prowress the drive for power? Where was the hunger and the suffering that I endured to achieve this form? Decades upon decades of labor and fighting, replaced by mere seconds of these unknown beings, what a blessing, what a curse.
The Astamon realized the despair of the situation as well, jumping themselves into the frey of battle and aiming their weapons at the yumons.
“Hellfire!” He shouted, a salvo of bullets infused with darkness flying towards the yumons, from whom a light, not as big but just as bright as before, emanated once again.
“....warp digivolve to… Blackmetalgarurumon!”
“A….a...wa-warp…di…” I did not tremble as I fought off the fantomons. I was not shaken by the Astamon’s gang. The evolutions disturbed me, but that was all, they angered me. To steal that legendary evolution, this couldn’t be happening, why were my claws, my feet, my whole body shaking as if it hadn’t managed to hold itself back with the pain until moments earlier?
“Cocytus Breath!” Shouted the blackmetalgarurumon. A blast of cold energy shot from his mouth and froze in place the Astamon’s bullet, who fell down powerless like snow, without stopping the blast in turn, which continued onward until it hit the Astamon himself. The gang leader was shot back, partially frozen, and the new mega took the opportunity to jump on him. “Metal Claws!”
As the metallic wolf’s paws crushed the Astamon into bits of data, the battlefield grew much quieter for a few moments, until his former followers got the cue to disperse and run away, each in their own directions, useless, powerless and afraid of this new force that just emerged, more than comparable even to one such as myself. For once, I could not blame their cowardice. Even I hesitated before descending.
“It would appear...That I was not needed after all.” I told them as my feet touched the ground.The yumons clutched their digivices, some bending forward as if readying to tackle me, others stepping back or even behind the backs of other yumons. Despite their different behaviors, the yumons were indeed remarkably similar, without lacking some minor differences.
“Master Blackwargreymon!” To the surprise of the yumons, an ogremon came running in my direction with a smile plastered on his face. The way he waved that club was quite irritating to see. “Thank you for coming! That explosion earlier, in the sky, that was you was it not?”
My gaze sharpened. Was this person trying to assess if I was a threat?
“I was told to come here. I was told there some beings called “yumons” here, that were appearantly not digimon, and they might need my assistance. It would seem, however, that they can take care of themselves pretty well. This feat of theirs…”
Either the ogremon was too stupid to understand my question, or he pruposefully chose to ignore it, as if trying to keep some secret from me.
“Ah, it’s not “yumons”, it’s humans, master Blackwargreymon. They say they came from the earth.”
“They came from the ground? Why did they come here then?” Was there some secret to digivolution in the depths? One of the creatures began approaching me. Golden hair like mine, had some muscle to it and somewhere around half my height.
“Uhm, mr uhm, Blackwargreymon was it? We didn’t come from this place, you see.”
“So I’m told.”
“I think this may be a whole other wolrd.”
“What nonsense are you saying? Next you’re going to tell me to take a quick tour to the moon.”
“No, no, I mean, ah, I guess even to you that may be hard to believe.” The human shook his hands in front of himself. What was that supposed to mean? I was quite an open digimon, as was to be expected from one who learned as much as I did. “Hey, you said you came to help us, right? And you can fly… Can you take us to somewhere we can be safe?”
“Safe? There may be a couple of places… but why would you need to? You have the ability to make digimon digivolve, with that kind of power…”
“What’s ‘digivolve’?”
...They didn’t know? How was that possible?! They just made a whole group of us digivolve! There wasn’t a method? No, he had to be bluffing, to hide it. Naturally such a bizarre secret would be kept under lock and key. I raised a hand.
“Nevermind. I’ll find you somewhere safe.” From everyone but me, of course. The human opened a wide smile and tried to grab my hand, but seemed confused by something, then made some kind of bow and left to rejoin the rest of his group. Such joyful chatter between them.
Just you wait humans. Very soon, I would drill that secret out of you, then bury it forever like the afront it was.
Final Word Count: Around 2103 Words
