MPC 66C: {script_error} [Sho]
Sept 14, 2019 6:20:27 GMT
Post by Sho Tsuginaga on Sept 14, 2019 6:20:27 GMT
MPC Name: Meet The Family
MPC Number: 66C
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"You can't turn back?" whispered the jade-eyed girl, worriedly giving an unending gaze towards the incredulous situation before her.
"Pfft, why would he want to? He looks-" The curly-haired guy beside her was eager to finish that remark about his friend, but the killer eyes next to him garroted the words before they even left his throat. Meanwhile, the "friend" in question was beneath a desk, his or, well, their lumber body squeezed between their lithe, leopard-spotted haunches as it hastily looked over and fumbled with a device held between their long, crimson claws. Every tap at the buttons and scratch at the screen gave a repeating, robotically narrated message that made them flinch every time it played. The sound made doubly frustrating as it played not only backstage in the dimly lit theatre room they were hiding in, but in their very mind, beating along with their racing chest.
"Script error."
"Script error."
"Sk-Sk-Sk-"
"Script-"
The girl swatted the maroon device out of their hands, shushing the feline creature with a finger, "Would you quit that!? People are still cleaning up the school!" she warned, to which the monster responded with a hiss and she sighed in frustration. Eventually, they both had to resign to glowering wordlessly at the ground. The boy that monster used to be really only wanted to sigh in disappointment, but even he could agree that he didn't have the right to. Just goes to show that you shouldn't ever trust a cocky theatre nerd. Especially when they say-
"Guess what...I think, just thinking out loud here...I think I might have a new costume idea."
Yep, those words were exactly what Sho decided to lead with, even if the new "costume" was more like him in a very convincing Bastemon suit- but they wouldn't know that. Not like it mattered much to a kid with a bad case of digital withdrawal, he was more concerned with what backstage nook he could hide himself in to 'get dressed'.
"If you're going to rummage through that weird cLoset again, you better not. You know teach'll kill you…" that same jade-eyed girl softly scolded, squinting at a wordy, poorly typed script.
"Don't worry, Sho! Mr. Asui will only kill you if Momoko doesn't smother you first." giggled a tall, curly-haired boy strewn across the floor in his best impression of a corpse.
"Really? Last I checked you were at the top of that list, Tobi." Momoko continued to squint at the text, smirking towards stepping neck of the 'corpse' she was lightly stepping on.
"Hey, w-wait just a minute! You're breaking character fair maiden, Queen of all fairies!" Tobi exclaimed, happy that his quip had frustrated her to the point of letting him go.
"I'm not a fair maiden, and this is barely a character at all! Her only description is 'fairy princess' and 'dislikes lying'. Can't we do something else?" she complained, her only change in regular appearance being the leather jacket tied around her uniform dress.
The commotion was the perfect time for Sho to focus on unleashing that spirit of his, even if he was just going to show off. Not a sound was heard from backstage until the clip of sharp claws came traipsing back on stage. Whatever argument about "roles" and "blocking" they were having outside might as well have been a dream. The reality of a tall, slender, half-feline woman before them and swinging back her tied red hair, was a little more of a wake-up call than they realized.
"How do you like the new look?" Sho inquired, trying his best at a demure voice while he was wearing the body of a Bastemon. It didn't matter much what he said, whatever act he tried to put on was drowned out by a high yelp and a surprised gasp that he had to silence from the both of them with a long crimson nail. He took a deep breath and began to crouch down on his haunches whispering to both of them.
"Please~, don't scream, it's me! Sho!" he whispered, looking back and forth between the two of them with his lavender eyes, trying to calm them down by lowering his ears. Toby could only muster a shuddering 'Okay!', but Momoko was quick to step back, beginning to circle around his new body.
"Oh, hell no! No, no, no, that's not how this works, you can't just switch out what you look like! Who you are!" She whisper-yelled towards the increasingly disturbed creature her friend had become as she pulled on his new hair and yanked on his new tail. Sho could only stand up and pose with his hands on his hips, knowing full well he couldn't be too playful in a body like this.
"What other conclusions do you have, exactly?" Sho scoffed, only for Momoko to shake her head.
"None. Why else would I be so angry?"
While she said that, she could actually think of a few other than the fact that something completely disregarding the laws of reality was standing before her. For one, Tobi was still frozen solid, turning red as a beet, that and Sho was actually laughing at her!
"Isn't that a little out of character for you?" Sho laughed out, covering his mouth as he snickered.
"Out of- Hey...character, right?" the person she'd been so reluctant to approach seemed pretty valuable right about now.
"What, you think she'll, er, he'll fit in a dress?" Tobi was the one snickering now, Sho had gone pretty silent where he stood, the headlights of what was to come gleaming in his eyes. Momoko could only snort and nudge on Toni's shoulder.
"You're gross, but this? This is genius."
Not so, as it would seem. As all that prancing and hopping and nearly cutting a curtain only led to a cat-woman looking out of sorts in a frilly pink dress and fairy wings. "Where do we go?" they'd ask. Usually, they'd be going nowhere with a creature they'd never considered seeing in their entire lives. But this creature was a friend, and they could spare a tarp or a trenchcoat for a friend. Figuring out what to use was probably the hardest part, especially when they only had the costuming department to work with. That's how they all ended up racing down the city streets, wincing as they whispered that one of their friends was in "very good cosplay" or "horribly done makeup"- none of the excuses would matter if they could just get inside.
Acting out different ways to break the news to Mr. Tsuginaga was not the kind of rehearsal they were planning to do that afternoon. Especially since it was the kind of rehearsal that got cut short at the sound of a doorbell.
Out crept Sho's father, much more kempt than usual fresh off the shift. The three visitors at his door were quite unusual as well, earning a cautious gaze from the man, especially as Momoko tried to shove her way in.
"You might wanna sit down for this one, Sho's got-" she began, easily pushed back by the man at the door.
"Eh? What do you all have to do with my son?" He narrowed his questioning eyes, leering at each of them carefully. "Wait a second...I remember you, you're Ms. Reiji, right?"
"Yes, so could you please let us in?" Momoko rushed, standing at the very edge of the door and trying to peek into the windows while Tobi kept careful watch around them.
"Could you answer my question first? I thought you were more forthcoming, he says a lot about you sometimes." He looked like he was ready to carry on forever before the coated figure behind them got more and antsier, flipping back their hood and shouting "Dad, please!"
The face he saw left him petrified.
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Stove alight, vegetables gathered, plates set, and a feline from another dimension preparing the meal. All background fluff compared to what Sho’s father was trying to wrap his head around. Naturally, the trio who didn’t have to worry about keeping human form had to sit down for this, trying not to look back at the pair of tawny ears and red hair making a lunch.
“That’s my son, back there? He wouldn’t get anywhere that tall in a million years!” he proclaimed, throwing his hand back towards the kitchen, exasperated.
“How do you still think I can’t hear you?” Sho raised an eyebrow, his ears perking up as he continued to cook. He just had to ignore it, try thinking about the cooking he’d do in another world while he moved things around with his tail.
“I’m very sorry, Sho.” His father began, before leaning in to try a quieter whisper. “Those ears are real?” He couldn’t help but ask.
“This is going to take a while.”
“Look, neither of us knows, Mr. Tsuginaga, he just appeared like this and won’t explain anything to us,” Momoko repeated, just like she’d been trying to explain at varying speeds with Tobi barely helping.
“How does this even work? Who came up with this?” There it was again. They’d have to start over on him at this rate.
“I didn’t, that’s for sure…” Sho began, murmuring through his breath that made his voice sound something like a mewl. In an instant, everyone threw their hands up, almost like a silent cheer.
“Well then? Go on!” everyone called out to him, his tail beginning to swish as he went deep into thought, ceasing his mincing.
“I was sitting by the river bank when it decided to storm that day…”
“Do you have to start back that far? Just tell us how you think you can turn back!”
“I’m getting to that...Look, a lightning bolt during that storm should’ve killed me, but I got this weird looking computer instead and-”
“Is that why you’re a cat lady right now?”
“Tobi, please shut up.”
“I’m a Bastemon, and no-”
“What?”
“Then how is it important? You can’t stay like this forever, can you?”
“It’s important because if you don’t understand how I got here, then none of your questions are going to matter.” Sho could barely tell who was trying to get what information, left only to keep managing what he was cooking instead of what he was saying. The hairs on his back were standing up further and further...
“How you got here? How long have you been able to do this?”
“He’s getting to that Mr. Tsuginaga…”
“Nope, that’s fine! I’ll skip to the end! I nearly died, twice, spent days scouring places I’ve never been, felt better than I ever have in a million years, tried things I’ve never done before, all because of a voice in my head!” Sho stomped one of his clawed feet into the flooring, turning to face them and moving his hands to every word. His voice was flaring with conviction, barely sounding like himself anymore.
“Sho…”
“You don’t have to spill your guts over all this stuff right now…”
“There’s been this idea floating in my mind too, and don’t you dare think anyone else put it there because I’ve had this whole time to think about it. Back there, there has to be a way to save her, and I have to ‘spill my guts’ because there isn’t a way in this world to do it. I was trying to get somewhere! Now that I think of it, it seems like I’m always getting somewhere I never get to reach…” He clicked his tongue, slowly turning around and sliding a mat over where he stomped while he turned the stove’s flame down. Sho looked back to see everyone still blinking at him as he started back up to his room, stopping only to give them some final directions.
“I’ll be going now. Take the stew off in a couple hours, I won’t take long…” He began to trot up the stairs, his father not following too far behind and leaving the other kids downstairs, who didn’t feel at all like looking at each other at the moment. He opened the door to his room only to see Sho fumbling with his digivice to try and open a port, never even turning on the light. He only looked back once, flashing his indigo eyes before returning to his half-hearted jury-rigging.
“What do you want? I really won’t be gone long, Dad. I’ve just got to do something, honest.”
“Sho, could...could you show me your face?”
“You know I can’t do that, this crappy thing is on the fritz.” He continued to batter the thing.
“Please, just try one more time, if you can stay I just...I just want to ask you something.” Even if it wouldn’t have taken him much longer to get the port working, he could at least brace himself for another error message this one last time…
Like a bright blue stream of rain, the code that made up his form began flowing gently upwards, dispersing back into the digivice as Sho’s tousled hair and half-rimmed glasses came back from behind the facade.
“I’m listening.”
Without any light, Sho could still sense the warm smile on his father’s face.
“There’s some family I’d like to visit with you…” He was saying something Sho truly wasn’t expecting to hear, something he had to step into the light of the hallway to see if he was hearing correctly.
“What?” He wheezed, completely shaken by the idea. It sounded like he was really going somewhere, on planet Earth this time.
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"You can't turn back?" whispered the jade-eyed girl, worriedly giving an unending gaze towards the incredulous situation before her.
"Pfft, why would he want to? He looks-" The curly-haired guy beside her was eager to finish that remark about his friend, but the killer eyes next to him garroted the words before they even left his throat. Meanwhile, the "friend" in question was beneath a desk, his or, well, their lumber body squeezed between their lithe, leopard-spotted haunches as it hastily looked over and fumbled with a device held between their long, crimson claws. Every tap at the buttons and scratch at the screen gave a repeating, robotically narrated message that made them flinch every time it played. The sound made doubly frustrating as it played not only backstage in the dimly lit theatre room they were hiding in, but in their very mind, beating along with their racing chest.
"Script error."
"Script error."
"Sk-Sk-Sk-"
"Script-"
The girl swatted the maroon device out of their hands, shushing the feline creature with a finger, "Would you quit that!? People are still cleaning up the school!" she warned, to which the monster responded with a hiss and she sighed in frustration. Eventually, they both had to resign to glowering wordlessly at the ground. The boy that monster used to be really only wanted to sigh in disappointment, but even he could agree that he didn't have the right to. Just goes to show that you shouldn't ever trust a cocky theatre nerd. Especially when they say-
"Guess what...I think, just thinking out loud here...I think I might have a new costume idea."
Yep, those words were exactly what Sho decided to lead with, even if the new "costume" was more like him in a very convincing Bastemon suit- but they wouldn't know that. Not like it mattered much to a kid with a bad case of digital withdrawal, he was more concerned with what backstage nook he could hide himself in to 'get dressed'.
"If you're going to rummage through that weird cLoset again, you better not. You know teach'll kill you…" that same jade-eyed girl softly scolded, squinting at a wordy, poorly typed script.
"Don't worry, Sho! Mr. Asui will only kill you if Momoko doesn't smother you first." giggled a tall, curly-haired boy strewn across the floor in his best impression of a corpse.
"Really? Last I checked you were at the top of that list, Tobi." Momoko continued to squint at the text, smirking towards stepping neck of the 'corpse' she was lightly stepping on.
"Hey, w-wait just a minute! You're breaking character fair maiden, Queen of all fairies!" Tobi exclaimed, happy that his quip had frustrated her to the point of letting him go.
"I'm not a fair maiden, and this is barely a character at all! Her only description is 'fairy princess' and 'dislikes lying'. Can't we do something else?" she complained, her only change in regular appearance being the leather jacket tied around her uniform dress.
The commotion was the perfect time for Sho to focus on unleashing that spirit of his, even if he was just going to show off. Not a sound was heard from backstage until the clip of sharp claws came traipsing back on stage. Whatever argument about "roles" and "blocking" they were having outside might as well have been a dream. The reality of a tall, slender, half-feline woman before them and swinging back her tied red hair, was a little more of a wake-up call than they realized.
"How do you like the new look?" Sho inquired, trying his best at a demure voice while he was wearing the body of a Bastemon. It didn't matter much what he said, whatever act he tried to put on was drowned out by a high yelp and a surprised gasp that he had to silence from the both of them with a long crimson nail. He took a deep breath and began to crouch down on his haunches whispering to both of them.
"Please~, don't scream, it's me! Sho!" he whispered, looking back and forth between the two of them with his lavender eyes, trying to calm them down by lowering his ears. Toby could only muster a shuddering 'Okay!', but Momoko was quick to step back, beginning to circle around his new body.
"Oh, hell no! No, no, no, that's not how this works, you can't just switch out what you look like! Who you are!" She whisper-yelled towards the increasingly disturbed creature her friend had become as she pulled on his new hair and yanked on his new tail. Sho could only stand up and pose with his hands on his hips, knowing full well he couldn't be too playful in a body like this.
"What other conclusions do you have, exactly?" Sho scoffed, only for Momoko to shake her head.
"None. Why else would I be so angry?"
While she said that, she could actually think of a few other than the fact that something completely disregarding the laws of reality was standing before her. For one, Tobi was still frozen solid, turning red as a beet, that and Sho was actually laughing at her!
"Isn't that a little out of character for you?" Sho laughed out, covering his mouth as he snickered.
"Out of- Hey...character, right?" the person she'd been so reluctant to approach seemed pretty valuable right about now.
"What, you think she'll, er, he'll fit in a dress?" Tobi was the one snickering now, Sho had gone pretty silent where he stood, the headlights of what was to come gleaming in his eyes. Momoko could only snort and nudge on Toni's shoulder.
"You're gross, but this? This is genius."
Not so, as it would seem. As all that prancing and hopping and nearly cutting a curtain only led to a cat-woman looking out of sorts in a frilly pink dress and fairy wings. "Where do we go?" they'd ask. Usually, they'd be going nowhere with a creature they'd never considered seeing in their entire lives. But this creature was a friend, and they could spare a tarp or a trenchcoat for a friend. Figuring out what to use was probably the hardest part, especially when they only had the costuming department to work with. That's how they all ended up racing down the city streets, wincing as they whispered that one of their friends was in "very good cosplay" or "horribly done makeup"- none of the excuses would matter if they could just get inside.
Acting out different ways to break the news to Mr. Tsuginaga was not the kind of rehearsal they were planning to do that afternoon. Especially since it was the kind of rehearsal that got cut short at the sound of a doorbell.
Out crept Sho's father, much more kempt than usual fresh off the shift. The three visitors at his door were quite unusual as well, earning a cautious gaze from the man, especially as Momoko tried to shove her way in.
"You might wanna sit down for this one, Sho's got-" she began, easily pushed back by the man at the door.
"Eh? What do you all have to do with my son?" He narrowed his questioning eyes, leering at each of them carefully. "Wait a second...I remember you, you're Ms. Reiji, right?"
"Yes, so could you please let us in?" Momoko rushed, standing at the very edge of the door and trying to peek into the windows while Tobi kept careful watch around them.
"Could you answer my question first? I thought you were more forthcoming, he says a lot about you sometimes." He looked like he was ready to carry on forever before the coated figure behind them got more and antsier, flipping back their hood and shouting "Dad, please!"
The face he saw left him petrified.
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Stove alight, vegetables gathered, plates set, and a feline from another dimension preparing the meal. All background fluff compared to what Sho’s father was trying to wrap his head around. Naturally, the trio who didn’t have to worry about keeping human form had to sit down for this, trying not to look back at the pair of tawny ears and red hair making a lunch.
“That’s my son, back there? He wouldn’t get anywhere that tall in a million years!” he proclaimed, throwing his hand back towards the kitchen, exasperated.
“How do you still think I can’t hear you?” Sho raised an eyebrow, his ears perking up as he continued to cook. He just had to ignore it, try thinking about the cooking he’d do in another world while he moved things around with his tail.
“I’m very sorry, Sho.” His father began, before leaning in to try a quieter whisper. “Those ears are real?” He couldn’t help but ask.
“This is going to take a while.”
“Look, neither of us knows, Mr. Tsuginaga, he just appeared like this and won’t explain anything to us,” Momoko repeated, just like she’d been trying to explain at varying speeds with Tobi barely helping.
“How does this even work? Who came up with this?” There it was again. They’d have to start over on him at this rate.
“I didn’t, that’s for sure…” Sho began, murmuring through his breath that made his voice sound something like a mewl. In an instant, everyone threw their hands up, almost like a silent cheer.
“Well then? Go on!” everyone called out to him, his tail beginning to swish as he went deep into thought, ceasing his mincing.
“I was sitting by the river bank when it decided to storm that day…”
“Do you have to start back that far? Just tell us how you think you can turn back!”
“I’m getting to that...Look, a lightning bolt during that storm should’ve killed me, but I got this weird looking computer instead and-”
“Is that why you’re a cat lady right now?”
“Tobi, please shut up.”
“I’m a Bastemon, and no-”
“What?”
“Then how is it important? You can’t stay like this forever, can you?”
“It’s important because if you don’t understand how I got here, then none of your questions are going to matter.” Sho could barely tell who was trying to get what information, left only to keep managing what he was cooking instead of what he was saying. The hairs on his back were standing up further and further...
“How you got here? How long have you been able to do this?”
“He’s getting to that Mr. Tsuginaga…”
“Nope, that’s fine! I’ll skip to the end! I nearly died, twice, spent days scouring places I’ve never been, felt better than I ever have in a million years, tried things I’ve never done before, all because of a voice in my head!” Sho stomped one of his clawed feet into the flooring, turning to face them and moving his hands to every word. His voice was flaring with conviction, barely sounding like himself anymore.
“Sho…”
“You don’t have to spill your guts over all this stuff right now…”
“There’s been this idea floating in my mind too, and don’t you dare think anyone else put it there because I’ve had this whole time to think about it. Back there, there has to be a way to save her, and I have to ‘spill my guts’ because there isn’t a way in this world to do it. I was trying to get somewhere! Now that I think of it, it seems like I’m always getting somewhere I never get to reach…” He clicked his tongue, slowly turning around and sliding a mat over where he stomped while he turned the stove’s flame down. Sho looked back to see everyone still blinking at him as he started back up to his room, stopping only to give them some final directions.
“I’ll be going now. Take the stew off in a couple hours, I won’t take long…” He began to trot up the stairs, his father not following too far behind and leaving the other kids downstairs, who didn’t feel at all like looking at each other at the moment. He opened the door to his room only to see Sho fumbling with his digivice to try and open a port, never even turning on the light. He only looked back once, flashing his indigo eyes before returning to his half-hearted jury-rigging.
“What do you want? I really won’t be gone long, Dad. I’ve just got to do something, honest.”
“Sho, could...could you show me your face?”
“You know I can’t do that, this crappy thing is on the fritz.” He continued to batter the thing.
“Please, just try one more time, if you can stay I just...I just want to ask you something.” Even if it wouldn’t have taken him much longer to get the port working, he could at least brace himself for another error message this one last time…
Like a bright blue stream of rain, the code that made up his form began flowing gently upwards, dispersing back into the digivice as Sho’s tousled hair and half-rimmed glasses came back from behind the facade.
“I’m listening.”
Without any light, Sho could still sense the warm smile on his father’s face.
“There’s some family I’d like to visit with you…” He was saying something Sho truly wasn’t expecting to hear, something he had to step into the light of the hallway to see if he was hearing correctly.
“What?” He wheezed, completely shaken by the idea. It sounded like he was really going somewhere, on planet Earth this time.
