MPC 68A: Turn the Lights Off
Nov 5, 2019 23:58:20 GMT
Post by Pickle on Nov 5, 2019 23:58:20 GMT
MPC Name: Youkai Parade
MPC Number: 68A
Reward Requested: Posts
Pickle had only just taken their first steps into the Digital World and their fate as a Digidestined when it happened. Something tore through the world and lifted some veil that had long separated her reality from another and suddenly the world found itself not only having to adapt to the increased public presence of Digimon, but all varieties of mythical beings as well. While many were largely harmless, seeking to live in harmony alongside Human and Digimon kind, others were not. Violent specters that needed to be laid to rest, beasts in all shapes and sizes that haunted dark places and hunted people for food... The world rapidly became much more diverse and much more dangerous overnight. Of course the danger wasn't all one way, plenty of humans took advantage of the sudden appearance of beings long thought to be little more than legends, and an illegal trade of youkai and their parts soon sprang up almost as quickly.
A few years had passed since then, and much like DATS had formed in response to increased Digimon activity, various organizations world wide sprang up to handle or hinder Human-Youkai relations, and it was as part of one of these organizations that Pickle, along with many other Digidestined, had found herself embroiled in fighting for the establishment of some new world status quo. The abilities of the Digidestined proving incredibly useful in combating dangerous Youkai, not to mention continuing their place in combating dangerous Digimon and Humans from time to time.
Tonight, Pickle was part of a small group tasked with infiltrating an auction where the items on auction were rumor to consist primarily of live captive Youkai, sold to the highest bidder to do whatever they wish with their new acquisitions. Dressed to the nines and concealing her D-tector in a pocket, she and several other members of the Youkai Liberation Front passed their carefully gathered invitations to the bouncers at the door, and soon found themselves swept through hidden corridors to the underground auction house. Rows of seats were filled, primarily with Humans, but there were a few Youkai and even a couple of Digimon here and there throughout the crowd. Rumor had it that tonight was a special one indeed, tales of a captured dragon, a unicorn, and many other rare and difficult to contain creatures drawing a larger, wealthier crowd that normal. Pickle had to work hard not to let her anger show on her face at the sight of all these horrible people willing to buy living sapient beings like toys for their own amusement.
"We'll wait for the first round to be over, once they start bringing out the stars of the auction is when we'll start." Her superior leaned close to the five of them to whisper his last minute instructions as they scattered throughout the grandiose room, none of them had seats near each other, all the better to blend in with the crowd and limit the odds of anyone realizing something may be wrong until it was too late. Pickle was quite near the stage, it was her job to prevent the auctioneer from escaping, Taking a seat, she wrinkled her nose as the scent of too much expensive alcohol and cigars wafted from one of her neighbours. A downside to being a spirit user, she supposed, was the enhanced senses of smell and hearing she had been saddled with due to the canine nature of her Sprite.It was useful for tracking however, so it was hardly all bad.
The auction began with a parade of objects rather than creatures or their bits and pieces, all of it rather normal fare for an upscale place such as this. A series of undoubtedly priceless antiques moved past her eyes as she and her compatriots waited, hardly the only ones in attendance here that were unmoved by the more mundane offerings that kicked off the entire show.
Once the normal lots had moved on by, on came the much grislier items, parts harvested from all manner of beings. Primarily the parts were from Youkai of all kinds, although there was no shortage of human portions as well, organs and blood primarily. Pickle narrowed their eyes as an entire human skeleton was brought onstage, aand then narrowed them further when a set of contained, stabilized Digicores were brought out. They took note of the lot number and the location of the person who won that set. They would need to put a stop to whatever tech was being used to harvest those, since up until now Digimon had largely been safe from being butchered for parts.
MPC Number: 68A
Reward Requested: Posts
Pickle had only just taken their first steps into the Digital World and their fate as a Digidestined when it happened. Something tore through the world and lifted some veil that had long separated her reality from another and suddenly the world found itself not only having to adapt to the increased public presence of Digimon, but all varieties of mythical beings as well. While many were largely harmless, seeking to live in harmony alongside Human and Digimon kind, others were not. Violent specters that needed to be laid to rest, beasts in all shapes and sizes that haunted dark places and hunted people for food... The world rapidly became much more diverse and much more dangerous overnight. Of course the danger wasn't all one way, plenty of humans took advantage of the sudden appearance of beings long thought to be little more than legends, and an illegal trade of youkai and their parts soon sprang up almost as quickly.
A few years had passed since then, and much like DATS had formed in response to increased Digimon activity, various organizations world wide sprang up to handle or hinder Human-Youkai relations, and it was as part of one of these organizations that Pickle, along with many other Digidestined, had found herself embroiled in fighting for the establishment of some new world status quo. The abilities of the Digidestined proving incredibly useful in combating dangerous Youkai, not to mention continuing their place in combating dangerous Digimon and Humans from time to time.
Tonight, Pickle was part of a small group tasked with infiltrating an auction where the items on auction were rumor to consist primarily of live captive Youkai, sold to the highest bidder to do whatever they wish with their new acquisitions. Dressed to the nines and concealing her D-tector in a pocket, she and several other members of the Youkai Liberation Front passed their carefully gathered invitations to the bouncers at the door, and soon found themselves swept through hidden corridors to the underground auction house. Rows of seats were filled, primarily with Humans, but there were a few Youkai and even a couple of Digimon here and there throughout the crowd. Rumor had it that tonight was a special one indeed, tales of a captured dragon, a unicorn, and many other rare and difficult to contain creatures drawing a larger, wealthier crowd that normal. Pickle had to work hard not to let her anger show on her face at the sight of all these horrible people willing to buy living sapient beings like toys for their own amusement.
"We'll wait for the first round to be over, once they start bringing out the stars of the auction is when we'll start." Her superior leaned close to the five of them to whisper his last minute instructions as they scattered throughout the grandiose room, none of them had seats near each other, all the better to blend in with the crowd and limit the odds of anyone realizing something may be wrong until it was too late. Pickle was quite near the stage, it was her job to prevent the auctioneer from escaping, Taking a seat, she wrinkled her nose as the scent of too much expensive alcohol and cigars wafted from one of her neighbours. A downside to being a spirit user, she supposed, was the enhanced senses of smell and hearing she had been saddled with due to the canine nature of her Sprite.It was useful for tracking however, so it was hardly all bad.
The auction began with a parade of objects rather than creatures or their bits and pieces, all of it rather normal fare for an upscale place such as this. A series of undoubtedly priceless antiques moved past her eyes as she and her compatriots waited, hardly the only ones in attendance here that were unmoved by the more mundane offerings that kicked off the entire show.
Once the normal lots had moved on by, on came the much grislier items, parts harvested from all manner of beings. Primarily the parts were from Youkai of all kinds, although there was no shortage of human portions as well, organs and blood primarily. Pickle narrowed their eyes as an entire human skeleton was brought onstage, aand then narrowed them further when a set of contained, stabilized Digicores were brought out. They took note of the lot number and the location of the person who won that set. They would need to put a stop to whatever tech was being used to harvest those, since up until now Digimon had largely been safe from being butchered for parts.
Finally, the first of the living lots was brought out on stage, what looked like a child no more than 7 or 8 years old, manacled and caged, with a pair of wings sprouting from their back. The poor child was terrified, filthy, and bruised, their eyes devoid of light and face gaunt with hunger and dehydration. Immediately a flurry of bids rang out, and yet Pickle and her group still sat impassive, waiting. They had done this a few times now, torn down operations just like this one, and the key to it all was timing. Let the first few rounds of the most dangerous lots run by, let everyone present relax, then strike. The child on the stage watched as their life was bought, and inside Pickle seethed with rage on their behalf as their cage was removed from the stage to make room for the next 'item' for sale.
Four more lots went by, and the last bits of tension in the hall subsided as the auctioneer truly hit his stride. In a single movement, Pickle was vaulting out of their seat, up onto the stage, and surrounded by a cocoon of light as they took the form of one of their spirits. All around the hall, four others moved in tandem with them, Digimon partners realizing and Digivolving to higher stages in an instant as the operation hit the final stages, and onstage in their Caturamon form Pickle bared their teeth in a coldly delighted grin as they pinned the auctioneer under one huge paw. Another night of bringing terrible people to justice was finally beginning and they could hardly be happier.
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