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MPC 29 / Future - Bringing The Band Back Together (Maia)
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Post by Maia on Mar 22, 2016 7:08:36 GMT
Once Maia had caught up, she took a moment to catch her breath. She really needed to run more often! This was just getting ridiculous! Who thought that the Digital World would make it so necessary to be somewhat fit? Life in front of a computer monitor most certainly had not prepared her for this. Any of it. But, still, the girl would have followed Isaac to the other side of the world if she had to. She wouldn't give up on him. This future wasn't a possibility, despite the nagging feeling that it was.
Still, the teen would listen to Isaac's words. He'd listened to her worries in the past and there was no reason for her not to do the same. In fact, it made her feel a little better about the situation knowing that he trusted her enough to talk about all of this. Still, lips parted at the comment about Elliot having a different father. Almost instantly, she wanted to ask dozens of questions, but forced herself to remain silent, only letting air escape from her mouth. This wasn't a time for questions, it was a time to listen. It was time for the spirit user to finally get some of this weight off of him.
Kuu had climbed off of Maia at this point, and was looking off in the direction in which they had come. This wasn't really his conversation to be part of, and even the Rookie knew it. Sure, it was impossible for him not to hear it all, but the least he could do was try to keep out of the entire thing. Maybe the little Digimon was a little more respectful than people often gave him credit for. He knew his place and when it wasn't sitting directly on his tamer's shoulder.
Maia waited for the boy to stop talking before walking closer to him. At first, she wasn't entirely sure what to say, but decided to go with the first thing that came to mind. Closing the distance, she pulled him into a hug, trying to keep her own breathing regulated. All of this was terrible. Why would their future be like this? Did it have to be? "You're not doing it alone," she tried to comfort him. For a moment, she was hesitant, seeing if he would push her away. "We're going to do all of this together, alright? Elliot, too. All of us." This was the best way to try to ensure this future couldn't happen. If they could face things like this together, it may make for a good beginning. "Plus, you're going after Elliot right now. That has to mean something, doesn't it? I think... I think we can fix this. Just... don't give up."
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Mar 22, 2016 19:45:27 GMT
Isaac couldn't hold it back anymore. The tears practically erupted from the boy as Maia hugged him, an graceless mess of sniffling and sobbing. He held her tightly, as if afraid letting go would be the first step to letting go of everything. Still, if the future cast any doubt onto where he and Maia stood, it was all gone now. Knowing that she was standing there with him, and that even if everything went to hell someday she would do her best to help things right, filled him with determination.
"Giving up's what caused this mess in the first place, right?" he asked, breathing haggard as he desperately fought for control of his own voice. "Then that's all the more reason I can't. I gotta admit, this hurts. There's nothing I want to do more than just lie down and stop. But I can't. That'll just let this no-good future win. And there's no chance in hell I'm letting that happen. Especially with you here with me." As much as he didn't want to let go, he did. It was time to move, not time to mope. Almost unconsciously his hand lingered, as if he was offering it to the girl.
"Looks like it's now or never. You ready?"
Soon they would reach the end of the trail, where the Beelzemon sat atop his peak. There seemed to be a fog in the Digimon's mind, preventing him from noticing their approach. For that reason, it was Elliot who broke the silence, pushing himself to his feet and beaming as he saw his brother coming up the horizon. "Isaac!" he shouted, jubilantly.
The tone of voice was all too familiar. It made Beelzemon cringe, as if physically pained by the recognition. Nevertheless he straightened himself, swooping down like a great hawk and perching between the brothers. Didn't they get that Elliot wasn't ready yet? That their interference would hurt far more than this training ever could? He primed hia Berenjena, glaring down the barrel at Isaac.
In return the boy only glared back. He knew what would happen if Beelzemon pulled the trigger. In fact, he seemed to lean forward, as if daring the Beelzemon to go through with it. For a second it seemed almost like the demon lord was considering it. Maybe he'd be doing them all a favor, past and future. Maybe he wouldn't have to keep running.
Then he noticed who was with Isaac. Immediately his gun arm fell to his side, discharging not with a bang but with a whimper. Even after all of these years, he just couldn't bring himself to face her. How could he? He had a hard enough time forgiving himself without thinking about how he ruined somebody that meant so much to him. He took a few, hesitant steps back, as if he was the one being threatened in this situation, before grabbing Elliot and making a run for his hovercycle.
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Post by Maia on Mar 23, 2016 5:05:50 GMT
There was something strangely calming about the fact that the boy hadn't pushed her away. Sure, it was also incredibly heartbreaking and Maia wasn't entirely sure how else to help in the situation, but maybe this was all that was really needed. She tried not to focus too much on the crying, finding herself biting down on her lip in some attempt to stop her own mind from realizing how much all of this was hurting. Plus, if she cried, how would that help anything? Telling tears to stay away was an incredibly difficult task, feeling her eyes burn slightly. If only this day hadn't happened. Why did they have to pick a trip to the Digital World today? Why in the forest?
Once Isaac spoke, though, the blonde figured that she could manage this 'no crying' thing. "R-right," Maia tried to sound encouraging, but she was still in the process of fully regaining her composure. "It's... going to hurt. But, it's something to work through," she murmured, finding herself managing a smile at the last comment. As the boy pulled away from the hug, she took a quick second to brush a stray tear off of her cheek. Those weren't supposed to be there! Hopefully, it would go unnoticed. There was a short hesitation, throwing a glance to his hand. On a normal day, she might have found it odd to have the opportunity, but today wasn't very normal at all. Without much debate, the girl reached out to slide her hand into his.
Nodding to the next question, all Maia could respond with was, "yeah." Hearing the stress dying down, Kuu turned his head toward the two, before deciding to follow on foot. After all, if older him carried Maia around all the time, it was about time he get used to using his own paws! Considering the situation, he bit his tongue to all of this, knowing that the second the fox would open his mouth, he would say something deemed ridiculous.
Seeing and hearing Elliot's voice caused a wave of relief to wash over the girl. The older her was right. He was safe! "Thank goodness," she sighed. A weight had lifted off of her. Not all of it, but at least she knew he was truly safe. But, that weight dropped right back onto her, seeing a gun pointed from the Digimon to his counterpart. He... he wasn't really going to shoot, right? She tried to open her mouth to protest, but no words would come out. Of all times to lose her voice today, it had to be now.
Then, the Beelzemon lowered the weapon. There was a flinch from Maia as the weapon discharged, but it didn't seem to matter at this point. And, something akin to what the future Maia had mentioned, it seemed that the older Isaac planned to flee.
But, Kuu was the one on top of this, having gone relatively unnoticed. The Rookie had sneaked away from his tamer's feet, before scrambling to the hovercycle in an attempt to sit on the seat and prevent a quick escape. "No," the little Digimon would try to discourage. This was the type of determination that the little monster had in regards to keeping Elliot safe. Then again, he couldn't imagine that Isaac would hurt Maia's digimon. Sure, they didn't always see things the same way, but he... wouldn't hurt him, right? "Elliot's gotta come home. Get your own." A statement like that would be rather weird, normally, but there was another Elliot someplace in this future.
While Maia couldn't bring herself leave the side of the Isaac that she knew, she wanted desperately to stop the Beelzemon. What brought them to this point? If it was impossible to fix the past, could they fix what was left of this future? "W-," the girl struggled to find her voice. Usually, there wasn't such a need to talk when she was at a loss, but in an important situation like this, she couldn't just stay quiet. "Isaac! Wait!" She squeezed the hand of the teen next to her, despite clearly talking to the Beelzemon.
Heart was pounding and her throat burned. Was this what they would have to face in the future? "You can't just... do this!" Eyes began to sting a little, at the thought that any form of the teen at her side would eventually be so willing to run away. "You have to give us back our Elliot. You're... you're just going to make things worse," the blonde's voice cracked from the desperation. No, she had to keep herself composed. "We... we need to make things right. This isn't going to fix it."
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Mar 23, 2016 17:21:47 GMT
Really? Now Kuu was doing this? The Beelzemon made a disgruntled noise from the back of his throats, trying to figure out how to move the determined Rookie without hurting it. Eventually he settled for turning away in anger and ignoring it. Screw the bike. He could fly anyway. He simply sighed at the ferret's words, trying to figure out how to voice his concerns. He was hoping he'd never have to speak them another day in his life, let alone to himself. "Fat chance. Mine's long gone," was what he eventually decided on, his voice as bitter as nightshade.
Maia's impassioned plea stung. All of it did, really. Seeing her hold his hand brought back memories of better times, and the way she said his name? "Nobody's called me that in years," he muttered, almost hesitant in his relinquishment of it. "Kind of wished it'd stay that way." He didn't deserve to keep it. He was no longer a boy but a beast, a feral demon running away from his life one long step at a time. Who was Isaac? Isaac was long dead. And yet they clung to him as if he was still here, still reachable. Just as he did to his set, he would only have to disappoint them.
"You don't understand." His knees were weak. His heart was weighed down with regret. It was weird seeing a Digimon so powerful look so vulnerable. His voice rose as he talked, at first a cold whisper but soon a pained scream that had been two years coming. "Don't you get it? This is the future. This will be. This is. And not a damn bit of hoping or dreaming is going to change that. I know how this story ends. And that's why I have to do this. Because if I can't stop fucking up my own time, the least I can do is try to protect my brother in yours. Do you know what's going to happen when I'm gone? He's going to break into a million pieces. And you're gonna break trying to put it all together. Just like I did. My selfish ass is going to ruin you guys if Elliot can't pull himself together.
It's never gonna change, either. It'll all happen again and again and again. It's inevitable. That's why I gave up trying to go back a long time ago. No, the only thing you can do is prepare. And that's why I need to so this. Because if I can't even fix my own mess in the first place, what kind of worthless piece of shit am I?" The Beelzemon didn't seem sure if it wanted to laugh or cry. The only thing clear was that it was reigniting a fire in its voice that had spent the last two years snuffed out.
"I need to do this. I need to get him ready. Then I can get out of your hair for good, and we'll all be better off for it."
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Post by Maia on Mar 24, 2016 0:01:05 GMT
Well, it looked like Kuu had made the right call. Even after years, it seemed that Isaac wasn't going to do any harm to the fox. Black-tipped ears twitched wildly, listening to the choice words, before adding a, "no, he's not," immediately after. The future Elliot wouldn't turn his back to his brother, still, would he? It was hard to tell, considering how his tamer had changed.
It felt too weird, standing next to an Isaac while talking to another one. Is this how the boy beside her had felt during the conversation with two Maia's? Probably not quite, given the events. "I do get it," was the first response that Maia could find. In fact, since finding out about this future, she could hardly do anything except dwell on what life would become. This could be their future, but it didn't mean they couldn't at least try to fix it. Maybe, somehow things would change. If they didn't, well, it looked like it was time to try fixing it for them, too.
"I'm not... I'm not going to give up on you, okay?" The blonde wasn't sure which Isaac she was talking to anymore. Maybe, this had essentially happened in the past, too, but it wouldn't change her views. At some point, the Maia here had given up. Then again, did she even honestly give up? After all, it seemed like that phone call, considering context, was going to Elliot. And, that had to say something, anyway, considering Maia knew that the her right now did not enjoy talking on phones. That really didn't seem like giving up. Maybe things were being pieced back together?
The girl couldn't look away from the Beelzemon, though. This is what Isaac would become. Could she really accept that? The answer... didn't even take a second thought. Even with all of the events from today, she couldn't see herself ever being alright with turning away from him. "We want to change this before it happens," she mumbled, halfheartedly. "But... if it's not possible... Why not fix it now? You can't do everything alone." Part of her felt mad and the other just incredibly sad at all of this. "I, uh, your Maia? She's looking for you. I... think you should just give us back Elliot and go find her. She said she wants to settle everything."
Maia also had to wonder what exactly she meant by settling it. For all she knew, she just planned on yelling at the digimon. It was best to leave it to the future to figure it out. "The story hasn't ended. You just have to give everything a chance. You're not helping by stealing Elliott away. This isn't the right way to do things. If the future can't be changed, it's pointless to take him anyway, right? Let... Let us have our limited time together."
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Mar 24, 2016 1:44:58 GMT
The Beelzemon laughed bitterly, his voice taking on a flat, neutral tone. It seemed almost manufactured at this point, as if he was trying to hide the fact that the words being said were reaching him. "Like it'd make a difference," he said, trying his hardest not to let anything show through his tone. "I've done enough to hurt you two for the last two years. Coming back now's not gonna change a thing. It'll just remind you guys why I had to leave in the first place. You deserve better, anyway."
"You're sure as hell right about that."
It was so silent, one could hear a pin drop. " 'Scuse me?" the Beelzemon asked, voice reaching dangerous lows. Isaac simply balled up his fists and straightened himself, trying to look the Beelzemon dead in his eye despite being so much shorter.
"Yeah, you heard me," the boy added, finally finding his voice and with it the fire that this journey had drained from him so badly. "Piss-poor brother? Runaway lover? No goddamn wonder they're all so fed up with us. If I'm gonna be such a sad sack, Maia, I don't even want you to give me the time of day. And you, Elliot? You shouldn't even listen to a word coming from this piece of junk's mouth. Hell, if you're my future, than even I deserve better than you. I bet you're too much of a coward to even show your face." The Beelzemon was seeing red. He grabbed Isaac by the neck, talons digging just enough into his throat to cause surface wounds. As he did so, tiny white dots began to form on the Beelzemon's neck, growing darker and more pronounced with each minute of contact. "Shut your mouth!" he roared. "Who the hell asked you?"
Instead of respond, Isaac simply started to laugh. The Beelzemon flung him down, perplexed, only for Isaac to cast a defiant look up at him. "You never believed any of that dreck, did you?" he asked, coughing from the crushing of his windpipe. "You just wanted your own little pity party, with the brother you remember as the guest of honor. You could've left at any time, couldn't you? But you wanted us here. You wanted to take out your anger, wallow in your sorrows, get everyone crying 'Oh, poor Isaac!' over how hurt you are. You wanted to remember what it was all like before you became some shitty motorcycle hermit. And above it all, you just wanted to show us all you were right because you're sick and tired of feeling guilty about it.
Grow the hell up."
The Beelzemon pulled out the Berenjena, ready to blow the insolent brat to pieces. He'd shut his mouth, and he wouldn't have to hear a word of it in return either. Yet, as much as it hurt him to realize, he couldn't deny that everything the boy said was right. In his fury, he simply settled for blasting his motorcycle to bits after shouting for Kuu to scram. "I thought this was the only way to help, damnit," he muttered. "You mean well, you've got fire, but there's nothing you can do. One day you're gonna wake up. You're gonna be me. And then you're gonna know." He sounded increasingly unconvinced of this fact, but he repeated it like an all-seeing truth.
"Go ahead, take him and leave me here. I don't give a shit anymore."
Isaac shot Maia a look. The Beelzemon was obviously continuing to give a shit.
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Post by Maia on Mar 24, 2016 4:31:56 GMT
There was nothing but shocked silence from Maia, as eyes flew to Isaac. What was he saying? Again, she found herself struggling to find words. The teen so badly wanted to find something to say, but when words would come, it was only because the Beelzemon had grabbed him. "I-Isaac!" there was a squeak, as she reached out, but quickly retracted her hand, almost as if afraid it would worsen the situation. This was bad. What was going to happen if the Digimon actually hurt his younger counterpart? Marks were forming on his neck, and the panic was only getting worse as time progressed.
But, god, Isaac seemed to be making a really good point. And, who knew himself better than he did? Hearing the 'scram,' the fox Digimon leapt off of the bike in time for it to be destroyed. Well! Apparently, he had some awful temper these days! Then again, maybe he always had that? Oh well, the weapon hadn't caused harm to anyone, so it was alright. Still, what kind of person just blew up their hovercycle? Oh well, the Digimon moved off to find a different distraction, trying not to stress too highly over the feud between past and present. At least he liked his future self!
The little Digimon knew he couldn't fix anything here. He didn't really want to. As long as he could bring Elliot home with the group, and ensure all of their safety, everything was fine.
Maia was at a loss. "There's... there's still hope, though," she mumbled, not sure if she wanted to run to check on Elliot or Isaac, first. Why did this day have to be so stressful? It would surely shave several years off of her life!
And, to cut that a little shorter, suddenly a, "doesn't sound like you're not giving a shit," rang from behind the girl. Somehow, it had gone unnoticed in all the commotion that her older self had grown tired of waiting for everything and decided to come check on the situation. The pink Ultimate was lying on the ground behind her, clearly trying to pretend he wasn't part of this situation. "So, why don't you talk to me about it, instead of taking it out on our kid-selves? Kind of rude, isn't it?"
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Mar 24, 2016 4:53:55 GMT
Isaac smiled up at Maia, attempting to be reassuring. The small pinpricks on his neck probably didn't help much with that, but by the time he wiped the blood off with the back of his hand he almost looked fine! "Oh, you know there's hope," he said, the smirk on his face surprisingly confident for someone currently prone and speechless. "Now that I've seen what kind of loser I'm gonna become, I can't just stand by and let it happen, right? I'm gonna keep trying the best I can be. For you. For Elliot. Heck, maybe even for me." He turned to the Beelzemon, as if hoping he'd start spontaneously melting down like the Wicked Witch of the West, but sadly the ghost of his future was still standing firm.
Not so firm, of course, when the Maia of his timeline appeared. The Beelzemon was now really starting to regret destroying the hoverbike, because if there was anybody he wanted to stay away from right now it was her. Wasn't having to face her past self hard enough? He tried to ignore her, but he couldn't keep his eyes off of her. He tried to leave, but he found his feet weighed to the ground like they were made of iron. He tried to say something, but nothing came out of his throat but dry, parched air. What the hell was he supposed to do? What was he supposed to say that would make two years of pain all go away? A "sorry" wouldn't do anything to help there, especially coming from someone like him.
"Their fault for chasing me," he muttered darkly, once he finally found the words to use. "I knew if I'd ever been found, it'd just make things worse. And look at me, proven right agai-."
"Will you just shut up already?" When he first met the Beelzemon, Isaac had to admit he was terrified of him. Now, however, he could only pity him. "Look at you. You leave somebody super amazing burned for two years straight, and when you finally get a chance to swallow your pride you just keep on moping and whining? God, it's almost like you want me to hate myself! Now you're gonna get up and set things straight, or I-" He paused, trying to consider what he'd do. Then he pulled out his spirit fragment, holding it to his neck pointy-end first.
The Beelzemon looked, wide-eyed. "Bullshit."
Isaac could only smirk in response. "You sure you wanna play this game? You already did half the job for me." He pressed it slightly against his throat. Was that a little line of red? Beelzemon's hand flew up to his throat in disbelief "But honestly, I don't think you're as ready to leave it all behind as you say you are. Why don't we just do this right instead?"
He didn't want to risk it. Beelzemon's resolve, already splintered by the events of the past two years, finally shattered. He stepped towards future Maia, eyes downcast as if he was a dog caught tracking mud all over the house. Isaac then showed the spirit fragment to Maia, drawing special attention to what was now obviously a line of ketchup along the sharpened edge. The last thing he'd want was for the girl to get worried when he pulled out a little bit of drama.
"Look. I'm sorry, okay? And I've been running for the last two years because I've never known how to say it. I know my word's gonna be worth dirt to you, but there it is."
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Post by Maia on Mar 24, 2016 5:47:37 GMT
Wow! It actually surprised the older girl a little to see the Beelzemon speechless! Still, this caused a smirk to form on her lips, seemingly satisfied with the reaction, even once words had been uttered. The future girl crossed her arms, about to speak up when Isaac had cut in. Oh, sure. She'd let him have his spotlight. After all, this was what she was hoping for. Maybe a younger-Isaac snapping at the older one would help knock some sense into the moron! Of course, the term 'moron' was meant to be the most endearing she could make herself be. Luckily, all of this remained only thoughts.
Cue the threatening his own well-being. While the younger girl seemed to panic a little, the older just watched. There had to be a plan behind this, rather than actual self-harm. It was surprising how well this worked. The current Maia released a huge sigh of relief, once the trick was revealed. Was that seriously ketchup on that thing? Why the heck was Isaac just carrying around a packet of it? There was no denying that he was incredibly unique.
The young woman from the future met the steps toward her with a couple of her own, one eyebrow raised. "Your words are worth more to me as a human. Can you change back, or are you stuck like that?" How she managed to keep a steady voice in all of this was amazing. Arms remained crossed, as she opened her mouth again, "You're..." and then there was the break. A crackle in her voice as her composure began to crumble. After all that effort regaining herself after her phone call, too! This day was just too emotional for her! "You're not running away anymore, alright?"
The blonde took a deep breath, working on keeping herself together. "It's... It's going to be awfully embarrassing for you if I have to hunt you down again," she tried to threaten, in an almost joking way, "I mean, I may not be a spirit user like you, but I'll kick your ass next time. I don't care if you are a Demon Lord or whatever." she huffed. "But," there was a pause, as she leaned to try to make eye contact, "you know I'm going to forgive you, anyway."
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Mar 24, 2016 6:14:27 GMT
Beelzemon glowered slightly. "It's been two years," he said, half bemused and half concerned. "I dunno if I can anymore. But I guess I gotta give it a shot, right?" He took a few steps back, breathed in deeply, squeezed his eyes shut, and waited. It took a while, but slowly a white light began to envelop him.
It was immediately apparent that Isaac hadn't grown an inch. He still stood at five foot even, but hunger had made him more lean. He was more muscular as well, but that seemed less out of conscious effort and more out of necessity of being stuck in the Digital World. His hair was long, unkempt, and shaggy, his skin was milky white, and there were giant bags beneath his eyes. It was clear with his Digimon body taking on focus, his human body was being badly left behind. Then again, what else would happen? He hadn't turned human in 2 years, so it was in a horrible state of maintenance currently.
"Ta-da," he said, voice as dry as unbuttered toast. He even sounded exactly like Isaac, except for a bit of hoarseness to his voice. It was pretty clear that yes, if she wanted, Maia could easily beat his ass into the curb. "Warned you I'd look like crap. I don't get it, though. Why forgive me? I didn't just screw up, I screwed up beyond repair. When I said you're probably better off without me, I meant it." He tried to stop the humor from coming back into his voice. Truth be told, he wanted to take this seriously, and he was indeed seriously worried about how he could even come close to rectifying this mistake. As much as he wanted pity out of the deal, he was also feeling some genuine remorse bubbling in the pit of his stomach.
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Post by Maia on Mar 24, 2016 6:51:50 GMT
The older Maia looked over the Isaac that had regressed from the Beelzemon. "You... Just need a haircut," she tried to jest. Oh, wait until Elliot saw him. If that became a thing. Baby steps. She wasn't going to push him too much at first. This was progress! Maybe she'd mention it to Elliot tomorrow. After all, she'd already made plans to meet up with him. Little did she know that the Beelzemon would have shot his ride, making it a lot harder for him to run away from her when she went to find him. She wouldn't cancel on his younger brother, though. Not after all the neglected time.
Looking at her own Isaac, the current Maia nudged him a little. "Now we know what you'll look like in the future, huh?" she teased, quietly. The situation seemed to be lightening up, so she'd take the opportunity to calm down.
There was a deep breath from the young woman, seeing a long lost friend. She could feel tears stinging at the corners of her eyes, but did the best she could to hold them in. Crying in front of him was likely going to make him feel worse. Hands reached up, and the older Maia went to carefully touch at his cheeks. "You're exaggerating. Nothing is beyond repair," she murmured, looking him over. His body wasn't taken overly great care of, and the girl could only imagine how long it would take to try to convince him to actually leave the Digital World. "If I honestly agreed with being better off without you, do you think I'd be in this stupid world at all?" This was a point that her younger self had wondered. Maia wasn't a huge fan of the Digital World. It seemed this hadn't changed much.
"Look. I-I missed you, okay? I don't care what we are. Things couldn't be the same after you left. It's... stupid," she finally began to dismiss, "you're stupid." While the wording sounded harsh, the soft tone used for it implied that she wasn't trying to offend him. Eyes were still glassy, as she tried to keep everything calm. "I can't stay mad at you over the past. As long as you're willing to try to fix... anything now. Alright?"
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Mar 24, 2016 7:01:55 GMT
"Ew, no. March me straight to a barber if I ever think of trying to pull that off," Isaac said, laughing a bit. The tension in the air was finally starting to bleed away, and it almost felt like the boy could breathe again. Things even seemed to be lightening up for his future counterpart, even if he currently looked like a caged animal being released into the wide world around him.
The older Isaac reflexively cringed as Maia touched his face. Contact that wasn't violence had become a rarity in the Digital World, and he was still pretty skittish and jumpy all things considered. Still, when he saw the girl was just checking up on him instead of planning to beat him down, he un-tensed himself and listened to her speak. Frankly, she was entirely right. He knew Maia hated the Digital World, and if she was here it would be either for Kuu or for him. Frankly, he was shocked that she'd apparently spent those two years keeping him in mind. Did he really matter that much to the girl, even after being such a colossal ass?
Maybe he wasn't so terrible after all.
"I missed you too," he admitted, smiling for the first time that day. "So much so, that I kept running because I was scared of hearing it'd all be over. I guess I figured if I kept running I'd just have the good times to think about, and that'd be that. That was pretty cruddy and selfish of me, I know. And stupid. And I'm sorry for all of it.
I'll do my damn best to fix it, that's for sure. I don't know how much I can do, but you've got my word." The Isaac from the future wasn't quite sure what to say after that. His hand simply lingered, as if offering for Maia to take it.
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Post by Maia on Mar 24, 2016 7:35:34 GMT
"Deal," Maia smiled, looking at the two. This was a good sign. Even if they failed to prevent this future, it meant everything wasn't lost. Sure, it may take a while, but they'd still find a way to try to fix everything. Still, two years seemed a bit long to wait to fix everything.
Hearing the older boy speak, it became harder for the young woman to keep herself composed. At first, it started as a small sniffle, but when her eyes fell to his hand, a few tears managed to give way. "I-I'm sorry," she murmured, quickly rubbing them away with the sleeve of her jacket. "This is," she trailed off, trying to work out what to say. "I'm just really happy," she tried to explain, stumbling over words. Well, if she had any intent of actually hurting her ex[?]-boyfriend, it was gone now. With a deep breath, she moved to slip her hand into his, for the first time in what felt like forever.
Hearing the seeming conclusion to all of this, the Ultimate Digimon rolled himself into an upright position, looking at the three from the past, and offering a small wave of a scythe. Oof. Yeah, he didn't look like he was a very safe pet. Still, he turned his attention to his own tamer quickly after, and the spirit user. "Does that mean you're gonna come see Elliot with us?" That would prove to be quite the surprise for a long-needed meet up, but Maia wasn't going to press that issue for a while.
"Since... all of this seems to be fixed, should we take Elliot and leave these two alone, now?" the current Maia offered, leaning toward Isaac. After all, she was pretty positive things were going to be better now, regardless of the part of the timeline they were in. And, Elliot was probably more than ready to go home with the people he was familiar with.
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Mar 24, 2016 15:41:50 GMT
The boy seemed to get a bit of color back into his face as Maia took his hand. Unsure of what to do next, he gave it a gentle squeeze. With how haggard and worn he looked, it was an almost uncharacteristically soft touch. "Yeah. Me too," he said, voice unsure and shaky and hopeful all at the same time. Maybe everything really would be okay. He turned to Kuu mext, unsure how to avoid letting the optimistic fox down. "Maybe later. I need a bit of time. Heck, how am I supposed to show up looking like this?" A bit of laughter hid his underlying doubts and worries, but it was clear Isaac was using his appearance as a scapegoat. This was still going to take a while.
Elliot sped off as soon as Maia gave the signal. The poor boy was still in shock from the day, and more than anything he wanted to get back home. With that, it was time for the group to finally make their way back to the pass. Isaac gave a passing wave and a quiet thanks to Future Maia, but didn't stick around to say much else. The girl was having a moment right now. Who was he to interrupt it?
As he walked, however, he seemed slow and hesitant. Something was clearly weighing down on his mind. Maybe it was the fact that his attempt at confessing how he fekt was totally ruined. Maybe it was still lingering fear of what the future held for him and Maia. He sure as heck didn't forgive Future Isaac, after all. Was it wrong of him to not forgive himself? Or maybe he was just tired from such a busy day. Regardless, he walked. Occasionally he turned as if trying to say something to Maia, but when no words came out he dropped it and focused on walking once more.
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Post by Maia on Mar 24, 2016 18:30:28 GMT
"I could give you a haircut," the Nightmare Soldier offered, lifting both arms a little. "I'm good at it, I swear!"
To this, the young woman found herself trying to lighten up, using her free hand to mess with Isaac's hair. "There's no rush. It's not like a little extra time is going to hurt anything." After two years, what was a little more time? Especially considering the progress that was already made today. When the past selves had decided to take their leave, the older Maia only briefly waved. She wanted to thank them, but at the same time, she was a little wrapped up in her own moment here. The blonde knew they'd understand, considering it was a future that they may have to concern themselves with in only a few years, themselves. At least they were leaving knowing there was some sort of happy end to this. For the current time, at least.
The current Maia found herself matching speed with Isaac, as Kuu ran ahead and fell back occasionally, just to make sure everything was alright. He was more excited to be with Elliot, though, and had a feeling that 'mushy moments that he shouldn't be a part of' were not quite over yet.
Noticing the occasional turn and the silence that was driving the girl a little crazy, she moved a little closer to Isaac. After a moment, Maia would reach out, to lightly squeeze the boy's hand. "Hey," she murmured, quietly. She couldn't even begin to think of what could have been weighing on him. After all, if today was anything to go on, he had a lot of things that he could be thinking about. "Is... everything alright?"
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