Extras
Sept 20, 2014 21:25:54 GMT
Post by BlastmodeBeauty on Sept 20, 2014 21:25:54 GMT
Sort of an origin story I made up about how Vivian happened across her Digivice. The event takes place after the "Dark Refuge" and "No Spirits Worse Than Me" threads where she doesn't actually have the ability to change yet.
It might have been the fact she was accustomed to noisy environments, but her current situation made it seem as though time had ceased to be inside the apartment’s walls. Everyone was either at school or work which had left a void of silence for a certain bedridden occupant.
Vivian lay facing the drywall ceiling. Painting it any color other than glaring white was the only thing on her mind at this moment, but a certain landlord had denied anyone that privilege. And now the sickly woman was forced to stare at nothing else until a shrill and unexpected sound broke Vivian’s concentration. Flinging her arm upon the side table, she felt around for a phone. Oh, that’s right. She still hadn’t found that damn thing yet, and this new concern had given Vivian more than enough incentive to rise from her deathbed.
Ringing continued to summon her to the living room, and it really didn’t sound like any cell she’d ever owned. Vivian entered the living room where her taxidermy collection was.
An assortment comprised mostly of small to medium-sized specimens of varying species. They were mounted in wall cabinets, on side tables, and even some floor displays were situated in convenient areas next to walls or beside her only piece of furniture: a black pleather couch.
The largest and oldest member of this collection was none other than Maxwell: the skeletal remains of a wolfhound. It had no assigned area since the display had a habit of relocating itself when no one was present. At this time, Maxwell was sitting upright dead center in the room and facing the front door - but something was more off than usual about the canine. It seemed as though the source of the constant noise was coming from him.
Approaching the display Vivian knelt down for further inspection. Sure enough, she noticed some foreign object had been lodged between its jaws. Retrieving this object was a simple matter of slipping it from the serrated teeth, but the woman didn’t know what it was: a device that fit perfectly in the palm of her hand, greyish blue with brilliant gold features and what appeared to be a dull red screen.
With no former recollection of ever purchasing it, there was something about the mechanism that evoked an unfounded sense of ownership in the handler. Vivian didn’t hesitate to press the largest button at its center, and the screen lit a bright red. Orange binary soon began scrolling across the monitor and, to her horror, had begun to snake up the length of her arm. The numerals left a searing trail of pain and she yelped but couldn’t let go – the device itself was latched on with the code tendrils now stretching past her shoulders and wound around her neck. As this was all happening, a strange voice broke through from the device: distorted, but distinctly masculine:
“Scan Complete. Reformat Successful.”
The numbers quickly faded as the machine deactivated, clattering against wood flooring.
“Argh! What the hell?!”
Vivian snarled clutching her upper arms, yet no trace of the pain remained. A coughing fit caused her to settle. Just where did this thing come from? The traumatic event convinced Vivian into believing it was some malicious alien device. Maybe her coworker Jared could take it apart and find out what it was.
She picked up the device using a zip lock bag and set it on a counter before resuming the search for her cell. Fifteen minutes of rummaging, and still no sign of it anywhere.
“I don’t have time for this...”
She collapsed onto the bed with a sigh and surveyed a now disorderly room to try and remember where she’d last seen it. The boss would have a fit if she didn’t call in sick, and this left her with no other choice than to go over there and explain in person. Fortunately, the place wasn’t too far, since the train station was a mere two blocks away. Just a walk across the park and some waiting for a ride.
Finally getting dressed and pulling on her coat, the weary one prepared to leave, Autumn was coming soon, and she wasn’t particularly fond of the cold. Approaching the front door, she looked to the ever-vigilant guard Maxwell seated dead center in the living room and facing the door. Grabbing the device she left locking the door behind.
Outside, the sun was rising as the city began to stir with it’s daily routine. The park was mostly empty by this time; only a few other people were heading to work as rush hour had already come and gone. The outside air was humid and filled with the occasional songbird chiming in against the traffic noise. Children frolicked noisily at a playground beside the sidewalk Vivian now treads. Maybe today wouldn’t be so bad after all.
Parting Gift
It might have been the fact she was accustomed to noisy environments, but her current situation made it seem as though time had ceased to be inside the apartment’s walls. Everyone was either at school or work which had left a void of silence for a certain bedridden occupant.
Vivian lay facing the drywall ceiling. Painting it any color other than glaring white was the only thing on her mind at this moment, but a certain landlord had denied anyone that privilege. And now the sickly woman was forced to stare at nothing else until a shrill and unexpected sound broke Vivian’s concentration. Flinging her arm upon the side table, she felt around for a phone. Oh, that’s right. She still hadn’t found that damn thing yet, and this new concern had given Vivian more than enough incentive to rise from her deathbed.
Ringing continued to summon her to the living room, and it really didn’t sound like any cell she’d ever owned. Vivian entered the living room where her taxidermy collection was.
An assortment comprised mostly of small to medium-sized specimens of varying species. They were mounted in wall cabinets, on side tables, and even some floor displays were situated in convenient areas next to walls or beside her only piece of furniture: a black pleather couch.
The largest and oldest member of this collection was none other than Maxwell: the skeletal remains of a wolfhound. It had no assigned area since the display had a habit of relocating itself when no one was present. At this time, Maxwell was sitting upright dead center in the room and facing the front door - but something was more off than usual about the canine. It seemed as though the source of the constant noise was coming from him.
Approaching the display Vivian knelt down for further inspection. Sure enough, she noticed some foreign object had been lodged between its jaws. Retrieving this object was a simple matter of slipping it from the serrated teeth, but the woman didn’t know what it was: a device that fit perfectly in the palm of her hand, greyish blue with brilliant gold features and what appeared to be a dull red screen.
With no former recollection of ever purchasing it, there was something about the mechanism that evoked an unfounded sense of ownership in the handler. Vivian didn’t hesitate to press the largest button at its center, and the screen lit a bright red. Orange binary soon began scrolling across the monitor and, to her horror, had begun to snake up the length of her arm. The numerals left a searing trail of pain and she yelped but couldn’t let go – the device itself was latched on with the code tendrils now stretching past her shoulders and wound around her neck. As this was all happening, a strange voice broke through from the device: distorted, but distinctly masculine:
“Scan Complete. Reformat Successful.”
The numbers quickly faded as the machine deactivated, clattering against wood flooring.
“Argh! What the hell?!”
Vivian snarled clutching her upper arms, yet no trace of the pain remained. A coughing fit caused her to settle. Just where did this thing come from? The traumatic event convinced Vivian into believing it was some malicious alien device. Maybe her coworker Jared could take it apart and find out what it was.
She picked up the device using a zip lock bag and set it on a counter before resuming the search for her cell. Fifteen minutes of rummaging, and still no sign of it anywhere.
“I don’t have time for this...”
She collapsed onto the bed with a sigh and surveyed a now disorderly room to try and remember where she’d last seen it. The boss would have a fit if she didn’t call in sick, and this left her with no other choice than to go over there and explain in person. Fortunately, the place wasn’t too far, since the train station was a mere two blocks away. Just a walk across the park and some waiting for a ride.
Finally getting dressed and pulling on her coat, the weary one prepared to leave, Autumn was coming soon, and she wasn’t particularly fond of the cold. Approaching the front door, she looked to the ever-vigilant guard Maxwell seated dead center in the living room and facing the door. Grabbing the device she left locking the door behind.
Outside, the sun was rising as the city began to stir with it’s daily routine. The park was mostly empty by this time; only a few other people were heading to work as rush hour had already come and gone. The outside air was humid and filled with the occasional songbird chiming in against the traffic noise. Children frolicked noisily at a playground beside the sidewalk Vivian now treads. Maybe today wouldn’t be so bad after all.