(MPC 61X/42) Returning to Isengard
Apr 8, 2019 21:00:03 GMT
Post by Ophelia on Apr 8, 2019 21:00:03 GMT
Wildcard of the MPC Reunion. Bits for this, plz.
Ophelia comes home, to prepare for the coming mission...
WC:1038
It had been some time, ever since Ophelia joined KIZNA, and began settling down proper in Ys - or at least, trying to. Ever since she agreed to take that mission from a mysterious Rasielmon, up in the mountains, to hunt for any sign of this Belphemon... One of the Demon Lords...
...
... Since then, she made the decision to trek out to the mountains - not only to prepare for the coming mission, but... Also to deal with a feeling in her gut; a feeling of homesickness. If she was gonna be honest, adjusting to having a home away from home was... Not very easy. Even when she tried to make it feel like home, it just wasn't the same - no matter how many air conditioners she used to make the air as cool as it was back home, and no matter how many electric blankets she wrapped up in to emulate the feeling of cuddling up to her family. And a small part of her just... Didn't like that. Didn't like the idea of calling another place home, when it wasn't with her family.
But even that aside, she wanted to let her family know what was going on - and to see if they couldn't pitch in, if even a little. If anyone knew these mountains, it was her and her family - and she wasn't going to let a Demon Lord and any underlings skulk around her home. And if she knew her family, neither would they; her mother especially, with her bullheaded and aggressive nature towards outsiders.
Which brought her out here, to the depths of Terabyte Mountains.
The place she was born in.
The air was cold - it always was, always biting away at those who dwelt here down to the bone, and leaving only the most prepared and most adapted behind. But, against her thick fur, it was only a slight chill - nothing that would stop her. The winds howled around her nonetheless though, buffeting the drifting snow around, as though angry at her resilience against its cold. She carefully trudged through the snow with a practiced hue nonetheless though; always making sure she knew where she was stepping, always making sure she was mindful of where she was going. With the clouds obscuring the sky, she did not have the sun to navigate by like a compass; only her own wits. All the same though, she was able to trudge on forward; avoiding straying too far into any digimons' territories, avoiding slipping or stepping on anything sharp that might be hidden under the snow, and certainly avoiding freezing to half-death...
All the while, she was keeping her nose to the air. Looking for that familiar scent - the scent of family - that would tell her that she was crossing into her own family's territory. It didn't take long to find it - having been trekking thru these mountains for some time by now. But what she did not expect, was what else she would find with the scent. The only prelude was a gust of wind that chilled her - even thru her fur - and kicked up the unsettled snow that lay on the ground. The snow and wind forced her to cover her eyes to protect them; but when she lowered her arms...
... A tall figure would stand before her.
Tall, large, imposing - all words that she would use to describe none other than her mother - a Blizzarmon. Gertrude towered over her easily, and everything about her demeanor read that she was tense, and ready to fight. But Ophelia stood her ground easily - she had been downwind, and so it only stood to reason that Gertrude did not immediately recognize her; and she could already see how her mother's nostrils would flare, smelling the air, before the mood in the air began to relax once more as the Blizzarmon recognized her daughter. Ophelia resisted the urge to purr and snuggle up to her mother - here wasn't the place, and now wasn't the time - and instead, she waited for Gertrude to address her first, which her mother wasted no time in doing so.
"You've returned."
Her voice was a rumble, low but not unpleasant. She was quick to the point, but even then, her words spoke volumes - inquisitive, surprised to see her - not that Ophelia was able to interpret every single subtlety in Gertrude's tone. Her mother always was difficult to read, but Ophelia liked to think that she and her family had an easier time reading her than a stranger might. "What have you come back for?" Gertrude would question, her tone a little gentler, more welcoming - and Ophelia couldn't help but relax in her presence. But, she had been asked a question - and so she'd respond; "I've... been a little homesick." Ophelia would admit at first, glancing downwards at the fluffy snow. "It's been great, getting to see the world out there - but... I've been wanting to visit you guys. Talk to everyone, let everyone know what's been going on."
Gertrude would take a second, before nodding in understanding. "Go on ahead to the den, then. I'll follow shortly." She would mention, to which Ophelia nodded. With nothing else to say, the little Spadamon would turn away and move to begin heading towards the den in question, but... Would be stopped with Gertrude placing a hand on her shoulder.
"... I'm happy to see you, Ophelia." Her mother would murmur - her voice noticeably gentler, softer. Displays of emotion did not come easily to Gertrude, and it showed - but they were nonetheless genuine whenever it happened. "They'll be happy to see you, too."
Ophelia would glance back and up to her mother, taking a second to let it all sink in. But, once it did, she couldn't help but smile a little brighter, before nodding - "I'm happy to see you too, Mom..!" and picking up her pace as she made for the den. These parts were familiar to her. She knew where she was going, it all coming to her as though it were second nature, and her excitement bubbling up put a skip to her step, and drove her onwards.
She was happy to be home, even if it was only to visit for a little while...
Ophelia comes home, to prepare for the coming mission...
WC:1038
It had been some time, ever since Ophelia joined KIZNA, and began settling down proper in Ys - or at least, trying to. Ever since she agreed to take that mission from a mysterious Rasielmon, up in the mountains, to hunt for any sign of this Belphemon... One of the Demon Lords...
...
... Since then, she made the decision to trek out to the mountains - not only to prepare for the coming mission, but... Also to deal with a feeling in her gut; a feeling of homesickness. If she was gonna be honest, adjusting to having a home away from home was... Not very easy. Even when she tried to make it feel like home, it just wasn't the same - no matter how many air conditioners she used to make the air as cool as it was back home, and no matter how many electric blankets she wrapped up in to emulate the feeling of cuddling up to her family. And a small part of her just... Didn't like that. Didn't like the idea of calling another place home, when it wasn't with her family.
But even that aside, she wanted to let her family know what was going on - and to see if they couldn't pitch in, if even a little. If anyone knew these mountains, it was her and her family - and she wasn't going to let a Demon Lord and any underlings skulk around her home. And if she knew her family, neither would they; her mother especially, with her bullheaded and aggressive nature towards outsiders.
Which brought her out here, to the depths of Terabyte Mountains.
The place she was born in.
The air was cold - it always was, always biting away at those who dwelt here down to the bone, and leaving only the most prepared and most adapted behind. But, against her thick fur, it was only a slight chill - nothing that would stop her. The winds howled around her nonetheless though, buffeting the drifting snow around, as though angry at her resilience against its cold. She carefully trudged through the snow with a practiced hue nonetheless though; always making sure she knew where she was stepping, always making sure she was mindful of where she was going. With the clouds obscuring the sky, she did not have the sun to navigate by like a compass; only her own wits. All the same though, she was able to trudge on forward; avoiding straying too far into any digimons' territories, avoiding slipping or stepping on anything sharp that might be hidden under the snow, and certainly avoiding freezing to half-death...
All the while, she was keeping her nose to the air. Looking for that familiar scent - the scent of family - that would tell her that she was crossing into her own family's territory. It didn't take long to find it - having been trekking thru these mountains for some time by now. But what she did not expect, was what else she would find with the scent. The only prelude was a gust of wind that chilled her - even thru her fur - and kicked up the unsettled snow that lay on the ground. The snow and wind forced her to cover her eyes to protect them; but when she lowered her arms...
... A tall figure would stand before her.
Tall, large, imposing - all words that she would use to describe none other than her mother - a Blizzarmon. Gertrude towered over her easily, and everything about her demeanor read that she was tense, and ready to fight. But Ophelia stood her ground easily - she had been downwind, and so it only stood to reason that Gertrude did not immediately recognize her; and she could already see how her mother's nostrils would flare, smelling the air, before the mood in the air began to relax once more as the Blizzarmon recognized her daughter. Ophelia resisted the urge to purr and snuggle up to her mother - here wasn't the place, and now wasn't the time - and instead, she waited for Gertrude to address her first, which her mother wasted no time in doing so.
"You've returned."
Her voice was a rumble, low but not unpleasant. She was quick to the point, but even then, her words spoke volumes - inquisitive, surprised to see her - not that Ophelia was able to interpret every single subtlety in Gertrude's tone. Her mother always was difficult to read, but Ophelia liked to think that she and her family had an easier time reading her than a stranger might. "What have you come back for?" Gertrude would question, her tone a little gentler, more welcoming - and Ophelia couldn't help but relax in her presence. But, she had been asked a question - and so she'd respond; "I've... been a little homesick." Ophelia would admit at first, glancing downwards at the fluffy snow. "It's been great, getting to see the world out there - but... I've been wanting to visit you guys. Talk to everyone, let everyone know what's been going on."
Gertrude would take a second, before nodding in understanding. "Go on ahead to the den, then. I'll follow shortly." She would mention, to which Ophelia nodded. With nothing else to say, the little Spadamon would turn away and move to begin heading towards the den in question, but... Would be stopped with Gertrude placing a hand on her shoulder.
"... I'm happy to see you, Ophelia." Her mother would murmur - her voice noticeably gentler, softer. Displays of emotion did not come easily to Gertrude, and it showed - but they were nonetheless genuine whenever it happened. "They'll be happy to see you, too."
Ophelia would glance back and up to her mother, taking a second to let it all sink in. But, once it did, she couldn't help but smile a little brighter, before nodding - "I'm happy to see you too, Mom..!" and picking up her pace as she made for the den. These parts were familiar to her. She knew where she was going, it all coming to her as though it were second nature, and her excitement bubbling up put a skip to her step, and drove her onwards.
She was happy to be home, even if it was only to visit for a little while...
